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Post by nozomi on Jun 27, 2011 21:45:32 GMT -5
For Kaskirk:
GREETINGS FELLOW EARTH--PERNLING.
The Tribal Beauty Egg meets Kaskirk and his good cheer head on with it's own, a loud, rambunctious sort of affection. A cheerful presence, this egg gives off those ol' good vibrations, specifically aimed at Kaskirk this time around. Ladies wouldn't be jilted, and frowns sucked. Rock on.
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Post by giftwrapped on Jun 27, 2011 23:40:03 GMT -5
Oh! Kaskirk liked that egg! Grinning, he gave it a friendly, comradely thump on the side like he would Little Brother (and where the fuck had that thrice-cursed fleabitten cur got to?) and straightened up. "Yeah, I think I like you, little guy," he said cheerfully. After a moment, though, his smile faltered. "Or gal, I suppose." Hey, he wasn't one to judge! And it'd be jumping the gun if he assumed the sex of any of the dragonets. Then he straightened up, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles in an unconscious gesture of readiness. Plenty more eggs to touch, right?
And from the Tribal Beauty egg, he turned to another large, eye-catching egg. It was hard to ignore this one, even if it wasn't a gold like the opal's clutch. Wandering back toward Semith and giving the gold a short, flowery bow (and aiming an extra flourish and roguish grin at Leshta - oh, he would have liked to offer her a drink, perhaps, or a meal and a walk on the beach - just something to get her mind off things for a bit), he turned to her clutch after a bit. There were plenty of eggs even after the theft, and that was good - though the theft itself was an indescribable horror. And for now, he was drawn to the Pernese Totem egg.
"Hey," he said quietly, resting a hand on the shell and then leaning down to speak more quietly to it. "How are you?"
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Post by lithle on Jun 28, 2011 12:19:09 GMT -5
For Kaskirk:
Whoa, settle down there, cowboy. The Pernese Totem Egg isn't sure to do with Kaskirk's reckless charm. It doesn't dislike him, that's obvious, but the affection it projects is touched with a scolding edge. He'd do well to take things slow and careful, the world is a dangerous place. The egg would hate to see where that headstrong energy might eventually lead him.
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Post by Evadne on Jun 28, 2011 15:22:18 GMT -5
Kaskirk's interactions with the various eggs earned him a glance from Lostris. Her smile was brief but genuine. It was good to see and hear someone behave in a way that wasn't sad, or hurt, or angry. There'd been precious little of that in the recent days.
The egg her hand was on was a case in point.
As before, she allowed her emotions and wordless thoughts to speak for her. In this instance, it was reassurance that was offered the Masked Menace egg. A pulse of warmth, of security. In a way it was a relief to be able to offer something that simple. To look after something helpless, rather than keeping her senses open in search of a threat.
And speaking of threats...Lostris shook herself out of her revery and looked towards the prisoner. Still busily touching eggs under the watchful eyes of many. It was safe here. That thought she transmitted as well. It was safe here now. There was nothing to be afraid of.
The she moved on. Or tried to; progress was still a gradual thing for the guard. She began to feel the strain in her arms and shoulders now, in addition to her leg, as she worked herself towards another member of the remaining clutches. It would be good to rest so Lostris, ever thoughtful, moved herself towards a clump of eggs all within easy reach of each other. They were all smaller but once she carefully lowered herself to the sand, that was less a concern. And look, no risk of toppling over.
Her hand paused on its way towards the Water Vessel Egg and her head turned back towards Leshta. Little showed in Lostris' expression but her mind raced; was the woman criticizing her? Was she indicating that she'd rather Lostris left the sands? Worse still, was she suggesting that Lostris wasn't fit...here or in the prison at large? None of these options were positive ones.
But then, the goldrider was under so much strain, and Semith was little better. The aura of worry and sorrow on the sands was almost palpable. Lostris decided, after that brief moment of thought, to interpret the caution in that light. She cleared her throat, soft and sure, and said, "Yes ma'am," with every indication of respect. "My apologies, ma'am."
Then she completed her gesture and let the hand she'd held hovering in the air come to rest on the egg's smooth, boxy shell.
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Post by giftwrapped on Jun 29, 2011 17:24:11 GMT -5
For a moment, the egg's response slowed him down, got him thinking. Straightening up, he rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at the Pernese Totem egg, as if considering how he was going to respond to it. It seemed almost out-of-character for him, that odd solemnity, but then it was gone, and the young guard was smiling at the eggs once again.
"...Slow and careful gets nothing done," Kaskirk remarked quietly, with a strangely sober edge to his voice. "I'll leave the planning to the folks who are good at that, and do my own thing in the meantime, how about?" There was no animosity in his response to the egg, and he patted it in a slightly comradely way, then turned away. There was no real problem with the egg as it stood, but Kaskirk got enough authority from others as it stood. No, he'd much preferred the egg before this one.
His attention turned to the rest of the clutch, and though he glanced over a few of the eggs, he passed most of the smaller ones with only the lightest of pats. He'd touch them all, certainly, but they were not his focus. He had nothing against them, but so many of them were simply small and...well, not eye-catching in the way that Kaskirk was seeking. His attention was instead drawn to the Shape and Shadow egg, and he leaned down and rested a hand lightly on it. Oh...the patterns were fascinating....was that motion?
Couldn't be...
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Post by nozomi on Jun 29, 2011 19:27:58 GMT -5
For Lostris:
For darling Lostris, all wounded and hurt and worried, the egg gives her a gentle push of understanding. The Water Vessel Egg knows what it's like to be confused. Don't be worried, the dragonet is quite sure that the clutch-mama's don't dislike poor Lostris! She seems so nice, yes!
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Post by lithle on Jun 29, 2011 20:59:26 GMT -5
For Kaskirk:
Run, Kaskirk. The Shape and Shadow's Egg doesn't know who Kas is, or what he's doing here. But it understands somehow that this isn't his place. He isn't a candidate. He doesn't have to be here. It pushes against his mind, a dark, unhappy presence, telling him to get away. For his own sake. Before he finds himself tied to one of his eggs, caught in the fates of the clutch. Better to run.
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Post by giftwrapped on Jun 29, 2011 23:11:41 GMT -5
...Whoa.
Whoa.
"Whoa."
Kaskirk snatched his hand away from the egg as if he'd been burned, backing up and looking suspiciously at it. What did it mean, better to run? What was wrong with this clutch? The other eggs were all just...Faranth, what? "Hey, now," he said to the egg, propping his hands on his hips for a moment as he looked at it. "There's no need for that sort of thing." What a pessimistic little thing this dragonet must be. For it to behave like that...unless the dragonet knew something Kaskirk didn't. Pessimistic...or realistic?
Well, either way, Kaskirk was never a man to back down from a challenge. The egg might have wanted Kas to run, or get himself to safety, but Leshta and Semith had asked him to touch the eggs, and Candidate or not, he was going to do as he was asked. And then he would know better what to expect the day the Hatching came - and maybe he'd be able to help people out better or something. Kas didn't know. He just knew that the more he understood about the situation, the better prepared he'd be for the future. "Sorry, little egg," he said to it, "but I don't run away."
And then, chin set in a firm expression, he reached out and touched the Masked Menace egg, as if to prove a point.
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Post by lithle on Jul 1, 2011 8:10:28 GMT -5
For Kaskirk:
Anxiety fills Kaskirk's mind the moment he touches the Masked Menace Egg. This egg is not a happy camper. And more than that, it seems very aware that, for the moment, it's defenseless. How is it supposed to protect itself? If everyone hadn't noticed, it's an egg. But Kaskirk is a guard. Will he protect it? That's his job, right? Right? He wouldn't leave it undefended!
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Post by tiamat on Jul 2, 2011 1:06:53 GMT -5
Being on the hatching sands at night was not the best idea Corvis had ever had, now that he thought about it. But he was there now, and while he was still anxious and worried it wasn’t as bad as it had been (at the very least he had remembered to bow to the dragons on the sands, which was more than he could say for how he’d greeted L’vey; he still felt like a complete idiot for that).
But that wasn’t important, because there were eggs and if he could get away with it he was going to hug one. …Maybe. If he wouldn’t be seen. Some things were a tad much for his pride to handle, and getting caught hugging an egg was one of those things.
But there were eggs that he wanted to touch and he was fairly certain that standing around awkwardly wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He carefully walked over to Images by Firelight, gently traced the dragon pattern on it, and quietly hoped that it wouldn’t hate him.
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Post by Evadne on Jul 2, 2011 18:52:46 GMT -5
To be reassured, much less understood, was such a novel feeling that Lostris could only stare, bemused, at the egg under her hand. After a moment, it occurred to her that perhaps she ought to show gratitude for the thing's effort to make her feel better. A rare smile tugged at her lips as she gently pet the shell, feeling the warmth of it and its unique texture beneath her palm.
"It will be all right," she murmured, though there was no telling whether it was for the hatchling hiding inside of the egg or for herself.
She drew her hand back then and looked to the side. The Crashing Waves Egg was right there; it was a simple thing to reach out and brush her fingers against its delicately marked surface. What would this one tell her? So intent on discovering the answer was Lostris that she failed, this once, to glance up and perform her check of the prisoner's location.
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Post by giftwrapped on Jul 3, 2011 0:06:56 GMT -5
...Oh dear.
"Yeah, I'm here to protect you," Kaskirk agreed to the egg quietly, giving it a soft, reassuring pat like he would a frightened dog or small child. Then he straightened up, turning away from the Masked Menace egg and squaring his shoulders. This was novel, but two of the eggs had pointed out to him that he wasn't a Candidate now. What was the old saying? Called an ass once; ignore it, called an ass twice, consider it; called an ass three times, buy the yoke? It was something like that, anyway. Three strikes and he'd be out. Which meant that whatever egg he touched next might also be his last.
Frowning slightly, the guard cast about, glancing up to see how Lostris was doing, catching her checking her prisoner. Faranth, he'd forgotten there was a prisoner on the Sands. He had been too caught up in all the nonsense with the eggs, and feeling the dragons inside speaking to his mind - no, he'd need to wrap this up fairly quickly now. One more egg and that'd be it, he thought. Make it count, right? Strolling through the clutch, eyes now firmly on Lostris's prisoner every few seconds, he almost tripped over the next egg, and ended up going down on one knee, catching himself with one hand while the other one reached out to rest on the shell of the Heartstrings egg.
"Whoa, sorry about that, little fella! Lost my balance there."
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Post by lithle on Jul 3, 2011 19:08:55 GMT -5
For Kaskirk:
Don't you worry lad, the Heartstrings Egg is here to catch you! The egg surges with a sort of warm camaraderie, chipper and eager to be of assistance. Confidence and eagerness to be of assistance radiate from the egg in equal degrees along with clear agreement. Yep, Kaskirk has a job to do. He better not forget it.
For Lostris:
The Crashing Waves Egg is a thoughtful, quiet presence. It doesn't rush into Lostris' mind, but meanders there, careful, curious. That's certainly the main thing the egg radiates. It wants to understand her, understand everything. Mostly, it seems puzzled by her obedience. She's struggling across the sands. It's so hard. Why do it?
For Corvis:
Oh, Corvis. You scamp. Such a naughty creature you've been, but the Images by Firelight Egg forgives you. The young do foolish things. Surely you didn't mean to be unlawful. Come, be warm. Be loved. This is one egg that would love a hug. Hugs make the world go round.
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Post by giftwrapped on Jul 4, 2011 21:58:05 GMT -5
Well...that was that, then! Kas would get back to his job. Thank you, Heartstrings egg. "Don't worry, I don't forget something that important," he told it, giving another hearty pat before straightening up. That was that, then, wasn't it? "Thank you, Goldrider. Semith," he called, giving a flourishing bow and moving back toward the edge of the clutch. He wasn't sure what he had achieved with this Touching tonight, but at least he could say he had done it. Maybe when the time came, it'd help. Though he sincerely doubted it.
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