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Post by lithle on Jun 25, 2011 22:08:48 GMT -5
"No Semith." Leshta's voice was as hard as it'd ever been when addressing the queen, a curt, forceful denial.
Now. I have already told Faeth. And Semith's tone always so gentle, brooked no argument whatsoever.
Lesh glared at the dragon, turned sharply and studied the eggs. Her body was rigid with what looked like anger but was much closer to fear. The last attack on the eggs had come at a time when it was too dangerous for dragons to fly. Now was another such time. The fog had rolled in thickly before sunrise, and now, just after the sun had touched the horizon, it was difficult to see more than a couple feet. She couldn't even make out the shape of each individual eggs. Heck, she wasn't sure if the nearby shadow was Kith, Willoth, Faeth or one of the dragon guards that ringed the sands. There were a lot of dragon guards around the sands, just now.
What she knew was that she didn't want candidates on the sands when she couldn't see them clearly.
She also knew she'd already lost the argument.
The candidates are being called. Faeth's voice was somewhat reassuring, confident and concerned at the same time. She had sent out the call to a number of candidates, the first three or four to arrive would be permitted on the fog-draped sands.
L'vey stood near where the candidates knew to meet, his hand on one leg. They should know the rules by now. They were permitted to talk. They were to bow to Semith and any other dragons present. Mind, they might only see vague shapes right now, but they'd best bow in the direction of any shape that said 'dragon'.
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Post by tuathade on Jun 26, 2011 21:02:12 GMT -5
His first Touching. His first Touching ever. Ralvyn was stupidly excited, so excited that it overcame his usual stuffiness and sent him straight into EXCITED TEENAGE BOY GEEKING OUT OVER DRAGONS mode. Dragonsdragonsdragons they were going to haaatch and then there would be babies everywhere, and even if he Impressed one he would probably get to help Lanakirene treat them! So cool.
The fog dampened his enthusiasm a little. (It also dampened Ral a little. Shards, it was thick as stew out here.) Touchings were sliiightly less exciting and slightly more scary when you couldn't see the eggs. And when a bunch of highly overprotective dragony parents were hanging around, and you couldn't see them either. Not that he blamed them for being overprotective! It was a thing that happened after half the eggs got stolen. Still. He didn't want to get kicked off the hatching grounds for doing something stupid.
So he bowed politely in the direction of the first large dark shape he saw through the fog, regardless of color. "Hello," he called out, as loudly as he dared, in the direction he thought might be Semith. Or maybe it was Faeth or Willoth or - well, he hoped it was Kith. It would be nice to see a familiar face. "Thank you for the opportunity to touch the eggs - it is a tremendous honor. I will be careful with them, I promise."
A few more cautious steps forward - Ralvyn kept his eyes on the ground ahead of him, and was rewarded with the shape of a small egg faintly visible just ahead. He knelt down and placed a hand on the side of the Misty Garden egg, his touch steady but gentle.
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Post by lithle on Jun 26, 2011 21:35:22 GMT -5
For Ralvyn:
Could eggs yawn? The Misty Garden Egg certainly seemed to. The mind that touch Ralvyn's was sleepy, distracted and difficult to comprehend with any clarity. It seemed to slip away anytime its thoughts started to grow clear. Yet it was difficult to miss a sense of delicate, yet firm disapproval. Such a tidy mind Ralvyn had. How exhausting.
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Post by tuathade on Jun 27, 2011 8:10:07 GMT -5
...Oh. Oh dear. Well. He sent a silent mental apology in the egg's direction - sorry for waking you up so early - and then withdrew his hand. Did unborn dragons sleep in the egg? That one had definitely given off the impression of yawning... And it hadn't been entirely thrilled to see him. Ral didn't think it was just because he bothered it by touching it, either.
Well, there were other eggs. He continued to pick his way through the fog, bowing awkwardly in the direction of any large shadows. Lucky that no one could see him any better than he could see them, because he would have looked somewhat ridiculous, bobbing up and down like a drinking bird.
Another egg came into view... another small one. Ralvyn hadn't seen the clutch in its entirety. Were they all so small? Well, the father was a blue - but the previous clutch had also been blue-sired, and it had contained larger dragons. A pink and a yellow, and at least one brown, if he recalled correctly. Maybe he just hadn't found any large ones yet. This egg he knelt down next to - and immediately smiled. The Crashing Wave egg was a handsome one. All those stylized waves, the crisp neatness of the colors, Ralvyn couldn't resist tracing the curve of one of the larger waves with his fingertips.
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Post by oki on Jun 27, 2011 19:24:51 GMT -5
Demari wasn't happy about this at all, she had other things to do then accompany a prisoner to the touching, but it was part of the job and Mhoranuth had assured her that she could pick up some juicy gossip while watching the touching. That damned blue could talk her into just about anything it seemed, so here she was with Fekarn walking beside her in a subdued manner.
He seemed to be on his best behavior and she couldn't blame him, one wrong move and he'd be pulled from Candidacy faster the you could say 'dim-glow'. Crossing her arms she stepped out onto the sands with her charge, and nodded her head respectfully to Semith and Leshta before nudging forward the prisoner with her elbow. Stumbling forward the prisoner struggled to come to a halt, and then gave his own bow to Semith and then Leshta.
He knew that he was lucky to be here, and so he was showing his utmost respect to the pair. This was no time to be bold, and it certainly wasn't time to be disrespectful in the presence of the mother dragon and her eggs, especially after the theft of some of her eggs by escaped Prisoners. Fekarn guessed that even his presence here had to be distressing for the mother dragon, and he wanted to be able to touch her eggs and stand when the time came for them to hatch.
Giving another bow the male waited until her was sure that the pair where okay with him being there, and only then did he move toward the clutch of eggs that where laid within the sands. The very heat seemed to assault him as he moved closer to three of the eggs, his eyes looking over the three as he decided which one to touch first.
It took him a few moments to reach a decision, and when he did he laid his hand upon the shell of the Violet Brush Egg. Standing there he waited to see what sensations would rush over him, and wondered for a brief moment if the entity within knew what he had done in the past.
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Post by lithle on Jun 27, 2011 20:27:09 GMT -5
For Ralvyn:
Well, whatever the time, the Crashing Wave Egg is certainly not sleepy. The mind inside is awake, alert and very, very curious. Who is Ralvyn? Why is he touching the eggs? Why does he want a dragon? Does he want this dragon? Why? Yet the mind isn't pushy or invasive it just wants to know things. And there's a sense alongside all the questions, that it likes Ralvyn and wants to know about him for that reason.
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Post by nozomi on Jun 27, 2011 20:36:39 GMT -5
For Fekarn:
Never fear, Fekarn. The Violet Brush Egg indeed knows just what it was he did in the past - and it's okay. The dragonet inside projects no judging, no faulting for past wrongs, and in fact just gives him waves of affection and reassurance. He shouldn't be fretting overmuch - everything will be alright. The Violet Brush Egg isn't going to judge.
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Post by oki on Jun 27, 2011 21:29:32 GMT -5
Affection and reassurance filled him, both sensations foreign to the prisoner that had been locked up for so long. The only feelings of affection he vaguely remembered where the feelings he felt when he was a child, so innocent and untouched by crime, and happily living with his mother in their small house in the Hold. That affection had quickly faded as he sunk into a life of crime, and now he felt that sensation of guilt filling him as he remembered the first time he came home high on dust. As high as he had been he could still vividly remember the look on his mother's face when she realized how low her son had sunk, and that no amount of denial was going to fix her wayward child. A sad smile crossed his face as he smiled down at the egg, glad to feel that open mind within the shell, and that not everyone in the weyr would hold his past against him.
"Thank you, your the first one that has not held my past against me in a long time." He couldn't help but respond to the egg, it was far better then standing in silence beside an egg for a few moments, and besides no one had said that he couldn't talk to the egg "I promised to be better when I gave up the dust, but a lot of people here hold the past against you." Looking up from the small egg that he was beside, his gaze moving to look at the other eggs in the clutch, and while he wanted to stay here with the Violet Blush Egg he knew he had to move on. Closing his eyes the prisoner swayed on his feet slightly, basking in the sensations of comfort for as long as he could before removing his hand from the shell. Instantly the feelings where gone, leaving his nerves tingling as they tried to recall the longed for sensation of comfort once more.
Adjusting his shirt he pushed aside his body's discomfort, then moved around the clutch once more. He was waiting to see if any of the eggs in particular called out for him. It took a few moments of wandering before he singled out the Images by Firelight Egg and stood beside it. For a while he just stood and examined the oddly shaded egg, and only after he did that did he lay his hand upon the shell of the egg. Fekarn wondered what insight he would receive from this egg - no doubt something very different from the egg that he had touched only a few moments before hand.
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Post by lithle on Jun 27, 2011 22:27:05 GMT -5
For Fekarn:
But the Images by Firelight Egg isn't so different as all that. At least, it too greets Fekarn without judgement. The egg has a warm, protective feel to it. Whatever else is true of Fekarn, he's a candidate now. And that makes him one of this egg's people. And the Images by Firelight Egg will see to it that its people are treated well. That's its job, after all.
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Post by tuathade on Jun 28, 2011 14:56:02 GMT -5
What a difference from the first egg! From the moment he touched the shell, he was overwhelmed with questions. So many that he didn't even know how to respond to them all! Well, mentally, right? Let's see...
I'm a Candidate. I'm touching the eggs because the queen and the weyrlingmaster invited me to. I want a dragon because - okay that one was complicated, and by the time he even began to formulate an answer, more questions were incoming. Did he want this dragon? Well, it wasn't exactly his to choose, was it? It was his job to stand there politely in his robes on Hatching Day, and try not to get mauled or eaten, and hope that a dragon decided to choose him.
Other voices informed him that more Candidates - or perhaps a prisoner Candidate and a guard - had entered the area as well. Abruptly aware that he was sort of hogging this egg, he hastily withdrew his hand and moved on. The next one he stumbled across was the Howling Moon egg... goodness, all the eggs were so different! The last two had looked like art, like someone had taken a paintbrush to the shells, and this one looked like Semith had plucked one of the moons from the sky...
He knelt down, pressed his palm to the shell, and tried to clear his mind of the questions still swirling within it.
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Post by nozomi on Jun 28, 2011 15:13:35 GMT -5
For Ralvyn:
Fierce protest comes from the Howling Moon Egg. Don't stop asking questions, Candidate! Questions are awesome and fantastic and so are you for asking. A curious mind pokes at Ralvyn's, prodding and pleased that ooooh Dragonhealer and that little Ralvyn wanted one of them so dearly. Don't cry, emo kid! Ask the questions, even if they're stupid, Howling Moon is all for that.
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Post by maggie on Jun 30, 2011 23:55:25 GMT -5
((Failpost, I know, but after 16 hours of work I'm like le braindead and le grrrr at my directors))
Kaydian bowed to Semith, a little smile on his face. He liked the gold. She was sweet, when they were there and even Log approved of her, which was very rare, for his little flittappoint. "Good evening, Semith," he murmured. Log fluttered over to the stands, warblling a gruff greeting to the queen, before staring at the other candidates suspiciously. He had flittishly offered to help guard the eggs when he was with his human on the stands. He liked guarding things. It made him feel important.Besides, most other guards were so disappointing...
Kaydian walked carefully across the sands. It was hard for him to tell which egg it was he laid his hand on, as he hummed a little tune to himself. Willoth had only asked him to sing once, but he had kept up the habit, mainly because he enjoyed singing in general and it made Log croon, when they weren't near the eggs, so it might make the eggs happy too. The tune was a simple little lullaby, but it was one of the only songs Kaydian knew well.
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Post by lithle on Jul 1, 2011 8:29:15 GMT -5
((*hugs Maggie* We miss you! Hope you don't mind me picking a random egg!))
For Kaydian:
Intellect. That's the impression Kaydian gets from the egg he's touching. The Dizzying Patterns Egg touches his mind in a neat, precise matter. It's hard to get an emotional read on the egg at all, its reaction is startlingly neutral, though not impolite. Soon, it pushes him away. Company's nice, but he can't just linger. It isn't how things are done.
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Post by tuathade on Jul 1, 2011 20:24:36 GMT -5
…oh Faranth, did that egg just call him an… emo kid? What does that even mean? What is this Ralvyn doesn’t even.
He could get the sense, somewhat vaguely, that the Howling Moon egg was trying to reassure him. Or maybe just encourage him to be confident. Or something. Something positive, anyway. Clearly it was trying to be friendly! But… the intensity of its protest, and the enthusiastic poking and prodding in his head, was a little off-putting. Kind of like someone who stands really close to you and then talks too loud. And just as he would in that situation, Ralvyn’s reaction was to back off. It was a nice egg, it really was. But it would probably be happier with someone who could match its enthusiasm.
For a while he wandered aimlessly from egg to egg, just looking at them, observing the intricate patterns on the shells. Not that he could see them until he got very close, of course, what with the thick fog and all. But that just meant it took a little while to give each one a proper inspection. What was he looking for? He honestly wasn’t sure. But he found it at the Elegant Lattice egg. Smiling, he reached out to trace a finger along the intricate pattern, and tried to think friendly thoughts in its direction.
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Post by lithle on Jul 1, 2011 21:38:47 GMT -5
For Ralvyn:
What a silly creature Ralvyn is. The Elegant Lattice Egg doesn't know quite what to make of his mind, such sense of purpose mingling with a fear of the very place that purpose had led him. Oh, tsk-tsk. The Elegant Lattice Egg is sure the Weyr is more fun than he's giving it credit for. There's a sense of promise. This egg will remember him. It'll make sure to show him where the party is.
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