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Post by nozomi on Feb 2, 2011 22:49:28 GMT -5
For Jareth:
Back again? Of course! Of course, it all makes sense. Something akin to smug satisfaction swelled in the large egg. One of the little dishonest ones came back! Perhaps not the most conceited of little dragons, pride nevertheless is present in that shell. The Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum egg would feel of that cat-like satisfaction and approval over, you know, coming back to one of the better eggs. Jareth had gotten its praise earlier - now the infant dragon wanted Jareth to know that yes. Yes, it was fantastic enough to visit twice.
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Post by Velcro on Feb 2, 2011 23:40:48 GMT -5
Romethia gently stroked the shell of the egg she was touching, but eventually, she got up. Feeling ready, she turned to the queen and bowed, muttering a thank you for letting her touch the clutch. Touching three eggs was enough for her today. It was all so much to absorb, she really needed time to think about the happenings of today more than anything else right now. That, and she rather thought that the touching was probably equally overwhelming for the eggs as it was for her. She thought back to the queen egg as she left the sands, wondering if it would hatch like it mother had, deformed of not fully formed, one of the two.
Heavy thoughts on her head, Ro left the sands, secretly hoping others would do the same since the poor eggs seemed to need a rest! Or that's how she felt, at the very least.
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Post by Wren on Feb 4, 2011 1:53:39 GMT -5
Was this one going to be mean too? Yes, yes it was. Sheraz sighed as his hand made contact with the mottled brown surface of the egg, feeling the irritation that came from it. It seemed to think little of him, puffing itself up in a condescending manner as if it was so much better than him. Sheraz bristled. Perhaps it was ridiculous to take offense at an egg, but then it was ridiculous for one to be so full of itself.
On the other hand, the egg seemed to have resigned itself to his presence, and wasn’t trying to push him away. He stayed for a moment more, getting over his initial irritation because, really, it was just an egg, and lightly tapping its shell. He didn’t go through his usual ritual of talking to the egg; he was beginning to think that they could tell what he was thinking anyway, and he pushed himself to his feet relatively quickly.
He’d seen quite a few eggs now, and his hands were tingling with the heat of their shells and his sandals were getting ever more uncomfortable with the sand seeping in. He thought he would have quite liked to go back to the barracks with some cool water and have a nap, but he knew that it was in his best interests if he saw all the eggs, and so he bravely persisted despite the fact that they all hurt his ego a little.
The next one to catch his eye was a colourful object of light greens and blues, and he turned towards it, blowing on his hands as he did to cool them. He crouched in front of the egg this time, rather than kneel in the hot sands, but as usual, he extended his left hand towards it.
Sweet Music, please
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Post by Mikki on Feb 4, 2011 14:59:50 GMT -5
Well that was unexpected. Honestly, Milune thought that maybe the Old Blood Egg may reject her. Obviously, what was inside did not reflect the macabre of the shell. The old saying 'never judge a scroll by its binding' came to mind as she released the egg, easing back to better observe it. Briefly, she wondered why such an apparently caring dragonet was stuck inside such an off putting shell. Perhaps it just liked it's solitude? Maybe fate was fickle? In all likelihood it was probably just the luck of the draw. Who knew what caused certain eggs to be certain colors.
Puffing out a soft sigh the healer lass gave the egg one last pat, thanking it for not 'biting' her. Pushing herself to stand the woman brushed the sand off her legs, eying the mysterious little egg in front of her. One thing was for sure, whoever impressed to the dragon inside was not going to lack for love or attention. It was the doting sort, at least in her opinion. But it was time to move on now. There were still other eggs to touch and give attention to.
Turning away from Old Blood she wandered through the clutch again. This egg was taken, that egg was occupied. A couple were even being shared. The first one she came across that didn't seem to have an occupant was the Poison Apple egg. Considering she'd seen some of the other hopefuls flee from this particular egg, she had a right to be wary. Was it going to bite her too? Maybe, but she wouldn't know unless she touched it. Suspiciously, her eyes narrowed as she observed the ovoid. "Someone wants attention," she muttered to it while easing one hand forward, just hardly brushing her fingertips against the shell. The emotions she portrayed to it were a tentative affection, her mind steady and firm as she pressed the flat of her palm against the shell. Vaguely, its reactions towards others reminded her of a problem child acting out to get some form of attention because it wasn't paid enough positive attention. Maybe all it needed was some positive reinforcement?
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Post by nemix on Feb 4, 2011 15:51:31 GMT -5
Tiael smiled a little, feeling the wave of smug confidence that hit back from the egg. This dragon seemed sure of itself, confident in it's own, well, shell. It was a curious feeling as she pressed her hand firmly onto the shell, there was that familiar feeling of being watched but more as if she were prey. Interesting. Perhaps just as she was weighing up each egg, it was weighing up each person, seeing which one would be the most useful. A partnership where both parties thought highly of one another's skills was always good, and there was plenty of potential and ambition in this egg too.
There was more of a distance with this one, less of an eager acceptance and amusement. This personality seemed strong, perhaps a little more, spiky than the other which seemed to revel in her inner minds workings. At least, she assumed that was where the dragon's mind had been rummaging about.
Far from shying away from the feeling of being watched, Tiael merely watched the egg back. It would either like what it found, or it would not, she couldn't change who she was. She also had no clue how to lie to a dragon, when it could project such strong feelings already she rather doubted she could shy away and hide who she was. Besides, that wasn't a smart idea. Imagine if someone did that and their dragon found they weren't the person they'd thought? How would that be? Besides, it meant this egg would know who she was, what she was about and if the dragon picked her then it would be because of perhaps a shared ambition and goal. Never a bad thing. The faint smile still curled her lips as she waited a few moments, allowing the dragon to have a good stare, as it were, at her before she stood up.
There were a few eggs left it was true, but Tiael wasn't sure she particularly wanted to visit some of them. The candidates who stopped, who smiled, who seemed to connect with certain eggs were so unlike herself she got the impression she'd simply find either more fear, or more distaste. Perhaps another visit would be good. She mused quietly to herself, pressing her other hand to she murky shell as well before standing, one last good look for the dragon.
Carefully heading away from the egg, she noted the man from earlier, once again by the blue coloured egg. Curious, she headed over, crouching near the egg but not interfering with his second visit. "I wondered if you'd be back." She said quietly, an almost feline like smile curving her lips. "A curious one, isn't it." She commented to Jareth, running just a fingertip down the shell for a moment.
((Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum Egg please, if Jareth doesn't mind the intrusion. Can wait till he is done with the egg though))
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Post by lithle on Feb 4, 2011 20:36:24 GMT -5
Sheraz:
As Sheraz touched the Sweet Music Egg he'd hear someone playing the flute. Or perhaps panpipes. It would be a difficult sound to nail down, shifting and even seeming to fade anytime Sheraz focused on it. Yet it seemed to promise fun. Not exciting fun, like some of the eggs. This tune spoke of warm sunny days, and relaxing afternoons, of cool wine and beautiful people.
Milune:
Hah! As if the Poison Apple Egg needed attention from the sorts on the sands today. Hmph. Well, if Milune felt the need to touch it, it seemed willing enough to tolerate her. There was arrogance on the other end of the shell, and something like amusement. Oh, silly little candidates, so sure of their own importance. As if they mattered. Well, one of them mattered. The rest, not so much.
((Sorry, Nemix, Noz will get you.))
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Post by nozomi on Feb 4, 2011 20:58:24 GMT -5
For Tiael:
And the Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum egg wondered when the little thief was going to return as well. The first one had! And there she was. The same self important chest puffing happened the second she touched the egg, a croon of distinct pleasure that this little shiny-thing kidnapper decided to come back to the fantastic dragon as well. Good girl! Clever, clever little thief.
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Post by S'yal on Feb 4, 2011 21:53:47 GMT -5
Perhaps Farrox had been bolstered on by the positive reactions from his last few eggs. Maybe Mordanth and Semith had inspired him. But he bid farewell to the shy little egg, with reassurances that it was okay to be shy, Farrox was shy sometimes too.
The boy moved more carefully now, small feet padding over the ground as he approached the Old Blood egg. This one he was more hesitant with, moving slowly as if he was afraid that the egg would break from every wrong move. He found nothing wrong with the way it looked, he looked pretty strange and disturbing himself. Some peopel found his albinism attractive, others avoided looking at him and still others gazed at him with open disgust.
Freak. It made him almost sympathize with the egg. How many had found him gross because of his colors?
"You're a nice looking egg." He told it as cheerfully as he could manage, trying to shove down the things it's color had reminded him of. It wouldn't be kind to be upset with the egg for bringing up memories.
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Post by nozomi on Feb 4, 2011 22:45:32 GMT -5
For Farrox:
Poor, sweet boy. The Old Blood egg would give dear little Farrox a gentle push of encouragement and if those nasty, horrible thoughts seeped back in? Tsk tsk - waved away, replaced by a gentle rock of care, an invitation, as if the egg had arms to extend and offer a hug to soothe those bad feelings. Don't you worry about upsetting Old Blood, darling boy.
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also, i can kill you with my brain
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Post by Zen on Feb 6, 2011 1:50:23 GMT -5
Oh crap, oh Faranth. He’d killed the egg. He really, certainly had killed the egg. While of hadn’t exactly killed the egg, he’d made it retreat. He’d felt it push against his mind, harder than before. But then it’d retreated, then it’d gone away suddenly, as if it had never been there in the first place. Startled, Tanyrion wondered if that meant he’d won the battle or if the egg had just given up. Either way… either way he guess he’d won. But he didn’t think he’d killed the beast.
Silently, Tanyrion dropped his hand from the egg. He knew he was done then; he was done touching the eggs. He would wait until the hatching to truly see what was in those eggs. It wasn’t that the last egg had scared him away. It was just that he was done. He’d come, he’d seen, and he’d gotten—very luckily, a firelizard egg out of the ordeal. Now he realized that he might as well just leave. Leave while he was ahead. He grinned slightly, his blue eyes twinkling with the knowledge he’d gained, and the insight on the eggs no less.
Thus, without further ado, Tanyrion bowed to the Queen and left the Sands. He, unlike the prisoners, was free to go whenever he wanted. So he left, holding the pocket in his belt where he had put the small egg, and trudged away.
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Post by nemix on Feb 6, 2011 19:30:07 GMT -5
The personality of the egg practically jumped at Tiael again, causing her to suppress a gasp. She hadn't expected to be met with such enthusiasm after only a finger trailed over the shell. The little one in there was going to be a handful, but the possibilities for it also seemed endless. It had a cunning mind, it welcomed she and the man with open wings, as it were. No dragon that liked the likes of her, would be content with normal, humdrum routine surely? No, this egg had ambition, and seemed to like her more devious mind.
It was an exciting thought, to come across a mind like this and to be welcomed back. She pushed that feeling against the proud, eager feeling of the dragon. She welcomed its curiosity, it's pleasure, she was quite happy for it to poke about inside her head, it seemed to love what it found.
She could only guess about the other man, what he was like. Did the egg like the same things? Perhaps. Perhaps there were other qualities this egg seemed to like about him. It made him a mystery, and thus interesting. It wasn't anything particular about the way he looked that had her curious, merely the notion that they might be similar. Dragons seemed to be able to tell a lot about a person, she wondered if it was possible to get your own dragon to read people the way these eggs seemed to be reading the Candidates. Imagine how much easier life could be if a dragon could tell you everything you needed to know about those around you? It would certainly make getting out of here easier, and this certainly wasn't somewhere she intended to remain for the long term.
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Post by Spiffy on Feb 7, 2011 11:59:52 GMT -5
As soon as he touched the shell he was greeted enthusiastically by the egg, if with a little surprise. Of course he was back. Why would he not come back to an egg that he liked? He felt satisfaction at the thought come from the egg, its own thought seeming to mirror his own. Yes, it was a special egg, and few realise that. He realise that so he was special too. This egg held far more draw for him than the others, though a couple of them had seemed promising too. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was about the Fee-fi-fo-fum egg that drew him so, but he felt like... he didn't quite know, but something like a kindred spirit? This egg seemed to know everything about him, having thoroughly raked his mind, going through places that he rarely ventured himself, let alone revealed to others, and yet it... approved. He'd not been met with such complete approval before in his life, and a little part of him couldn't help but respond with longing for it. Maybe that was what had drawn him back to this egg and this egg alone. The other eggs had seen the same things, but none had accepted him quite like that. Just how good this connection was he would find out on hatching day.
A worrying thought occurred to him, then. This egg had seen things in him that he'd kept hidden at all costs. If the dragonet inside went to someone else...
A sound to his left dragged him from his thoughts, though he showed no sign of alarm. He hadn't realised until Tiael appeared that he'd been sitting stock still, hand on the egg and eyes closed in thought. Her voice was quiet, much like it had been earlier, the last time they'd both been crouched besides this very egg. If there was any other that this egg could go to, I'd bet my life that it'd be her...
And that made her dangerous.
"I wondered much the same of you," he replied, equally quietly, opening his eyes but not quite looking at her. "It's certainly inquisitive. I wonder if any of the others got the same reaction," he wondered, not really seeing the point in stating what reaction he'd had, as it was evidently very similar to the one she'd got, the first time around at least. He'd not seen her reaction to this latest touch. He had to wonder though. This egg had seen into both their minds, and reacted with much the same approval. Approval at the sam things? The same mischievous, cunning and dishonesty that he'd seen within himself? Were they really that similar? He looked at her searchingly, tilting his head slightly until he could clearly see her. If she really was that similar, and she seemed pretty curious about him too, from the way she was looking at him, she was a possible threat, that he was almost certain about. One he could deal with? Possibly. But he couldn't help but be curious about her. She was an enigma.
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Post by Wren on Feb 7, 2011 12:50:03 GMT -5
Was that... music? As Sheraz made contact with the shell's smooth surface he could have sworn he could hear someone playing the flute. Startled, he sat up and gazed about, but as soon as he withdrew his hand the music stopped. He frowned and looked around at the other candidates, but none of them seemed to have noticed anything strange, apart from a few boys who were giving him odd looks for his behaviour. He gave a mental shrug and turned his attention back to the egg, resting his palm against it again. There, there was that music again, but this time it didn't sound quite like a flute, was it a... harp? Stranger still, he realised, it seemed to come from the egg itself, not some external place. To test this theory he removed his hand again, and sure enough it stopped. He replaced his hand, grinning; this was more like it.
For quite a while he just knelt and listened to the egg's music. It was gentle, peaceful, and yet happy, as if promising good times ahead, and made such a nice change from the earlier, colder eggs that Sheraz really appreciated it. He found that he couldn't quite pinpoint the sound, and if he tried too hard to listen the sound eluded him, but if he simply sat quiet and receptive, he could hear it all, not quite the flute, not quite the harp, nor quite any instrument he could put a name to. Rather it sounded like a perfect mixture of them all, at once simple and complex.
He would have stayed for longer. But it seemed that a few others wanted there turn with the egg, and Sheraz realised that he was hogging it a bit. He stood, grinned at the ones who had been waiting, and looked about for any other egg he had yet to meet, as it were. One suggested itself to him, a bright green object sitting gaily amongst its siblings, and he wandered over to it. He'd noticed it before, but it had always been just out of the corner of his eye. Now he was looking directly at it, and it was a rather cheerful looking creature. Hopefully this one would be as kind as the last
Hazel Switch please. =)
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Post by nemix on Feb 7, 2011 15:04:41 GMT -5
Tiael chuckled softly, nodding a little at the man who had been so focused on the egg just a few moments ago. She almost felt bad for disturbing him, but the words were said now and he was jogged from his quiet concentration and talking. Not, directly in her direction but at least responding to her comment. "I'm sure you did." She said, knowing full well that the moment of realisation had passed both ways. Were they wondering the same thing now? Probably. Neither seemed to shy away from the situation though.
Her gaze flicked across the sands, taking in the slowly moving candidates; watching as some seemed to be done with the eggs already. Slowly, the sands were emptying, people were drifting back to chores or whatever the privileged few who weren't prisoner Candidates got to do. The point was a good one, were there any more who appealed to this egg? Were they also alike? It was hard to know, given that neither had openly said what they'd felt when they'd touched the egg. Still the satisfaction and welcome, almost glee, intensified when they were both there. Would another hand have been just as appealing? Would another mind have presented just as many possibilities to the dragon or more? "Possibly." She finally commented, flicking her gaze back to Jareth.
The look he put her under was one of curiosity, almost like he'd burrow inside her head if he could to just like the dragon had. Far from shying away, she simply met his gaze and waited. "Find anything interesting in there?" She asked him after a while, a smirk curling her lip. He'd have to try much harder than that if he really wanted to glean any insight into her. Running would prove she had things to hide, shying away would prove she was scared. Watching him? Well she supposed it upped the stakes a little. He was vague with his words, but was that formality? Or was he as good as she was at the mind games? The prospect made him interesting, a little frightening and certainly someone to watch. The hatching was going to prove a very interesting time indeed.
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Post by nozomi on Feb 7, 2011 20:08:20 GMT -5
For Sheraz:
FWOOSH.
The dragon inside of the egg met Sheraz with a great burst of enthusiasm, just as cheerful as it had been for others previous. The Hazel Switch egg greeted Sheraz, personally, with a sort of pleased wonder, an idea of excitement. Hello! The egg wanted to explore, to drag Sheraz and any other takers off for an adventure because it would be just so fun!
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