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Post by Ace on Apr 17, 2013 11:43:51 GMT -5
Joskull was sick of summons. Come do this! Come do that! Shards, he got ordered around as a crafter, but he also got paid to heed those orders. In fact, he had been fucking sharding working. Not entirely sure how he felt about this 'dragon riding' thing, the man was about to ignore the orders and continue when Hatsya appeared to encourage him along. Of course his younger sibling would want him to come. A wry smile formed on his lips, and he held out a hand for the delicate little blue. The man took a moment to admire his brother's pet. While he'd never tell Bahari, he thought Hatsya was an incredibly stunning little blue. He practically sparkled like the glass he worked with. "Tell my brother I'll be along," he told the flit, offering him a treat from his pocket before sending him on his way.
Having been in the middle of something, the blond didn't appear until later, and by then, several other candidates had made it to the Sands. When he did arrive, it was with fresh blood on his cheek and his right hand and…Strun on a leash. Yes, Strun was on a leash. And Strun did not like being on a leash. The garnet shrieked like a banshee on Joskull's shoulder – if he was going to be stuck to his human, he was going to punish him.
Stopping to bow to Majoriith, he offered a cheeky smile. "Don't mind the child," he said, earning another bite to his chin. Maybe that was why his parents had beards. With that in mind, he wandered over to Bahari, giving the lad a pat on the shoulder. "Brothermine," he greeted him. Strun did the same, only it was more of an ear-piercing shriek. "I suppose you want a pretty one, don't you? Do they like you?"
Oh no, Joskull, that was you. He wandered over to The Priestess and reached out to touch the egg, a bit tentatively. He'd never done that before. He wasn't quite sure what he'd be feeling. Was he supposed to say something?
"You certainly are a handsome one, aren't you?"
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pulp
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Post by pulp on Apr 17, 2013 17:06:56 GMT -5
Surprise flickered across the brunet's features when the egg downright lurched towards him, but hey, Bahari should earn some points for standing his ground when that happened. Despite his intention to keep his features masked he couldn't help but grin a little pleased at the antics of the Warrior Egg, oh so this one had a little bite to it aside from just looking like it can slink away into the background. Bahari certainly had expected it to be a mellow one--well, as much as he could expect from his first time at a Touching. It was, nevertheless, a shocking reaction, but also a greatly appreciated one. Bahari did like being shaken up a bit now and then, well those bruises barely hidden on his neck were a clear sharding sign of that.
When Bahari removed his hand from the egg Hatsya gently popped in from between, the treat Joskull had given him still clutched in his claws. The blue landed neatly on the brunet's shoulder, anchoring himself with a tail around the starcrafter's neck before he went about chewing daintily at the treat, taking his sweet time finishing it off and not dropping a single crumb in the process! Psh, he'd hate to be the cause for any filth on his Human's clothing. Bahari didn't seem to mind the firelizard's arrival, barely giving the creature a look out of the corner of his eyes before continuing on. Hatsya's return did mean something, that finally his tardy brother would be there soon.
The pat on his shoulder from Joskull turned Bahari right around, an expectant and incredulous look on his face when Strun decided to shriek his arrival--ugh, Hatsya didn't even bother returning that, how uncivil. "Pretty? Brother do you ever listen to anything I say?" There was a touch of teasing in there. "I could care less if it was as ugly as a wher, as long as it has something in it's sharding skull, not everything that's pretty is any good. Why do you--is that a leash?" Bahari's comment was cut off by the fact that Strun was tethered to a leash. Shards and shells. Bahari raised a hand to try and muffle the laugh that came out of his mouth, and as his brother reached out to the egg of his choosing Bahari meandered out towards one of the pretty ones.
There was no hesitation when the crafter reached out to the Queen Egg, that muddy, 'too small to really be a gold' gold egg. Bahari traces his fingers over the surface, raising an eyebrow and expectantly waiting for a response from this one. Oh would this be just some pretty shell with nothing substantial within? Really he wouldn't be too surprised, but he did love a good plot twist now and then.
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Mystery
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Post by Mystery on Apr 17, 2013 19:25:44 GMT -5
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Oh for-- What was it with dragons and ruining the best laid plans? THey had no sense of timing or propriety, ugh when she ruled this place, shew as going to make sure that was another thing to go. With artful ease, she extracted herself from her current conversation, blowing a light kiss across to her new friend - well, they could be friends for a time - before turning and letting the annoyance show on her pretty features. Shard it all and curse it thrice times to between. She'd been so close to currying another favour, and here was that sharding gold with no manners. Tsk. They had no idea what they were doing, clearly.
She didn't let any of her annoyance show however, when she stepped onto the sands, shifting her foot at the discomfort before fixing her gaze on the gold curiously. Hm. She didn't look like a pushover. But then again, you could apparently never tell with golds. Bowing her head slightly, Nyssa offered a slight smile as she did so, glancing around at the milling candidates and ew children. "Thank you for the honour, my queen." When she finally spoke, it was when she'd gotten that disgust at hte grubby hands running around under control before she looked around swiftly.
Bigger eggs were naturally her target, and one in particular. DId she care that Joskull was at the egg too? Nope, she just folded her hands demurely for a moment, wathcing the priestess egg before reaching out to place a firm hand on the shell. If this was who she was looking for, anyway.l
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Post by Kitsuneko on Apr 17, 2013 20:47:10 GMT -5
Laila's face twisted into a rueful smile as she felt the response from the egg. It was sort of grudgingly approving at best, but then, she hadn't really expected much more from it. She definitely thought it had the personality of a brown or bronze. Although she resisted a snort at its dismissal. It seemed to think Laila paying attention to her emotions was a bad thing, and Laila didn't agree. Cold logic was no better in some situations than high emotion.
Oh well, time to cut her losses. She moved away from the egg without a fuss, glancing around to decide which egg to approach next. The Flower egg was (relatively) unattended, and she was appreciative of its flowing markings as she had been of the Lady. She knelt beside the largish egg and pressed a hand against the shell welcomingly.
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Akira
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Post by Akira on Apr 17, 2013 21:00:54 GMT -5
Motoki was almost seething by the time she finally got herself cleaned up enough to be considered “presentable” to Majoriith and everyone else at the touching. She was ready to give up and just quit. It seemed to her that C’lior had it out for her, for this was the second time in a row that the man had assigned her latrine duty and she was starting to think that she would never get the smell off of her. She hoped that smell wouldn’t hurt her chances at impressing. Would the hatchlings even care what their person smelled like? If so then she really didn’t think that she had much of a chance.
Motoki had finally settled herself down and was finally arriving at the hatching sands, though she wasn’t very pleased with the fact that it seemed like just about everyone else in the Weyr was here. She had made sure that her two firelizards stayed put in her room after she had bathed, and hoped that luck was on her side, after all, she didn’t want the two mothers’ to think that she did care about them or their babies, because she really did care! It was just that she had been doing her choirs so that she wouldn’t get in trouble with the Candidate Master either. Oh how she wished she had made a better impression on C’lior.
Motoki bowed respectfully before she started looking over the eggs, trying to decide which one to touch first. She swallowed down a small lump in her throat as she slowly and carefully made her way over to what looked like a rather lonely egg. She slowly knelt down next to the Little Princeling egg and very carefully and gently placed just the tips of her fingers on the white and green shell. Hello there little one, I wonder what you will be when you hatch. Something absolutely marvelous no doubt. She wasn’t sure if the hatchling within the egg could hear her or not, but she whispered to it anyways.
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corgi
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Post by corgi on Apr 17, 2013 21:27:42 GMT -5
Mleynn was late. He had heard the Gold's command. But still, he was late.
In his haste, Mleynn had misplaced his boot. And while snatching his boot up, his shirt caught the chair and tore a fist sized rip. There wasn't time to fix it, so Mleynn had to plod off , hole and all.
But being late or having ruined his shirt suddenly did not matter when the boy walked onto the sands. The eggs and the fantastic unreal feeling of the moment blew Mleynn's mind. Wow.... He stopped walking and stared. Just wow......
Nearly tripping, Mleynn did his best 'bow' to the Gold mother, though hopefully the clumsy gesture was respectful and not upsetting. ",....Thank you Majorlith,..." he managed, "Your eggs are very ..." then he gulped, squirming because he couldn't think of a word, " nice... And pretty....." Mleynn let out a sigh of relief too, glad to complete a sentence without Emeliynn's help...
Mleynn did not see anyone touching THE THORN egg, so he knelt next to it. The heat from the sands made the shell very warm, and Mleynn placed both palms on the dangerous egg. Every egg was perfect in its own way. You shouldn't avoid an egg because of how it looks. That's not fair. Besides, it isn't the shell a person would impress to, it's what is conceal. "What secrets. .... hide behind... your dark cover?" He whispered, nose inches from the egg as he tried to peer closer.
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taylor
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Post by taylor on Apr 17, 2013 21:29:17 GMT -5
Koroniket felt a smile spreading across his face almost as soon as he lay his hand on the Boy-Prince egg. He'd found his bronze. Oh sure, the dragon within sounded a bit different from Ko's imaginings - a bit self-absorbed and overconfident. Bronze or not, Koroniket did not foresee his dragon being better than him. He would be the stronger of the pair, and he hoped his dragon didn't forget that. There was plenty of time to sort out their relationship later, though. For now, he just gave the egg a light pat. "I'll be back for you later, then."
With that, he turned away from the egg and headed back off the sands. Sure, he'd only touched two eggs, but that was all he needed. He'd found his king and his king had found him. He'd be back on hatching day, but until then there was no need to stick around. With a short nod to the gold and her rider, he left the hatching cavern.
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Post by taylor on Apr 17, 2013 21:41:29 GMT -5
Rineska was watching the egg carefully, looking tense. At the response - approving, gentle - she relaxed, smiling. "Mom, I like this one! Get this one!" Her voice was excited and perhaps a little louder than it should have been.
Kariss laughed lightly. "It's not up to me, kiddo. We'll have to see what happens." She lightly stroked the smooth shell and then stood up. "Do you want to keep touching them?"
Rineska shook her head. "I like that one." And she didn't want another one to hate her. That first egg had hurt her feelings.
Kariss nodded. "Okay. Go wait in the stands? I'm still going to touch a few more."
Rineska nodded and ran off across the sands, plopping down into the closest seat in the stands and watching as her mother moved to the Thorn egg. Careful not to touch Mleynn and hoping she wasn't crowding him, she lightly touched the egg. It reminded her of a forest with red trees.
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kite
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Post by kite on Apr 18, 2013 17:08:37 GMT -5
Malta let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding as the Wolf gentled her, doing what it could to calm her fears. Instead of rebuffed, she felt protected, reassured, and the sense of vigilance was what she found most reassuring of all. Perhaps someone else would have been put off by that faint aloofness, the sense of distraction, but Malta appreciated it. It was the way her old Master had made her feel; having never had an older sibling, she didn't make that comparison.
The shell thrummed gently beneath her palm, sending her on her way. She knew the dismissal for what it was, and took it with a light parting caress to the smooth shell. If she had to guess, she would guess that her dragon was not within this Egg, but she'd keep an eye on it, when Hatching day arrived. The energy had seemed masculine, but she was aware of her own prejudice against females and knew that that might be affecting her thoughts. Still, she guessed she'd see a Bronze hide break from that shell, or perhaps an exceptional Brown. Something large, responsible, protective; in other words, worth watching, in her book.
Her dark eyes swept the clutch, though she tried clumsily to listen to whatever intuition lurked beneath her logic and let that guide her. One shell, smaller than the ones she'd Touched, seemed to have gone largely unnoticed so far. She made her way to the aptly-named Forgotten Knight, noticing the faint chain-mail pattern, which reminded her of the earlier Knight she'd met. That one had rejected her fairly quickly, but, bolstered by the reassuring touch of the Wolf in her mind, she felt almost bold as she stepped directly to the Egg. The shell was dark, quite the opposite of her other two experiences, mottled with that odd pattern. She strode slightly around it, found a streak like rust or old blood. Perversely, she set her hand firmly to that side of the shell. She walked her fingertips up the curve of the Egg until she found a place that seemed right, and then pressed her palm firmly to the hard shell, again closing her eyes to better concentrate on whatever message this one might have for her.
There was some dread coiled in her belly, reminding her of her fear of being known, but the Wolf had gone some distance in ameliorating that feeling. To be known and generally approved of, she could handle, and while she'd felt no specific approval from the Wolf, sometimes simply not disapproving was enough, in her opinion. She exhaled softly as her nerves threatened to rise back up, as if she could breathe them away, and found with a flicker of mild surprise that it worked. She had no desire to come to these dragons a fearful creature; was it possible for them to get the wrong idea about her? Probably not, for telepathic creatures, but she wanted to take no risks. [/size]
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Ace
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Post by Ace on Apr 18, 2013 18:18:30 GMT -5
That…well, to be frank, anything an egg did would surprise Joskull. He had some knowledge of eggs, not to touch them when they were too young, not to let them get too cold, but it seemed that was about where the similarities between dragon eggs and firelizard eggs ended. He and his brother had touched the eggs from Jarn and Prim's clutch before it hatched (because they could, because they were mischevious youths), and he hadn't felt a thing.
But this one? Shards, it was like the egg practically read his mind. A slow grin spread across his features and he gave the Priestess a more comforting stroke. Yeah, he'd been attracted here because of the beauty. The power. That wasn't so bad, was it? "Good luck," he murmured, slipping away before anyone noticed he was talking to an egg.
As he did, he rubbed shoulders with Bahari. "Strun is on a leash," he confirmed with a nod. The garnet flared his wings and screamed again, just in case there was any question how he felt about the matter. Joskull grunted, reaching up to swat at his pet. "He killed some kid's firelizard last week. I don't know why, I got there too late. But that was the last straw for him. He has to stick with me until he earns the privilege to wander again." Look at you, Joskull, so proud of yourself!
Strun shrieked defiantly, gnawing on the tether.
"Or I go deaf first." Snorting, he shifted on his feet. "Or, the Queen eats him. But hopefully we avoid those two. Huh, Strun?" Strun yowled. (Like he would do anything else.)
Glancing around, Bakari noticed the The Dragon was free. It was a stunning egg, and he couldn't help his grin as he wandered over, smoothing his hands over the surface. "Look at you," he murmured, glancing back over at his brother. "What do you think? This one would make a nice piece of jewelry, wouldn't it?"
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pulp
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Post by pulp on Apr 18, 2013 19:08:31 GMT -5
Strangely enough getting mocked by eggs was something that made him smile even more. Oh good. He did so love when people instantly made opinions and acted like fools based off of those opinions, and it seemed as if even the dragons, still encased in eggs, were capable of the same faults. The brunet rubbed at that shell, his grin slipping an inch wider before he gave the shell a small pat. Well good, at lease there was a slice of some wit in that egg there, he'd pay attention to that come hatching day. He dipped down a bit, murmuring the next few words out. "Do everyone a favor and give us hell."
Turning back to his brother he rolled his eyes a bit. Sharding Joskull would but Strun on a leash of all things. The starcrafter raised his eyebrows, his attention turning towards the garnet firelizard for a moment. "He killed someone else's firelizard?" Oh, there was a touch of surprise on his features again from that answer. Hatsya, meanwhile, seemed quite displeased with that information and stared flatly at the yowling creature. Really, really he was such a brute. Bahari either didn't seem to mind the screeching, or he had gotten good at tuning out that sort of noise.
"I bet even if the Queen did eat him he'd be screaming the whole way down. How did you hold him down to get it on his sharding little body?" His brother seemed to still have all his fingers, so he doubted the garnet was too violent. Bahari didn't bother to hold back the motion of rolling his eyes when he saw Joskull move to go to one of the pretty eggs. Shards. The blonde had even piped up about how it would look like a nice piece of jewelry. Of course Jos was attracted to the eggs that were visually pleasing. "You know I don't fancy jewelry, brother, and I'm sure even if you made it into something you'd end up hoarding it away. You know the dragons won't look like their eggs, right?"
As if to prove a point Bahari picked arguably the least impressive looking egg out of the whole batch to go near next. Unlike his brother he wasn't so motivated about color or what was visually the most pleasing. Brains, brains was what Bahari was always interested in, something to keep him guessing because there was nothing more pathetic than being a bore. The candidate slid his hand across the shell of the Imp Egg firmly. Hmn, how did an egg that had a dent survive through the incubation process? Wasn't that such a curiosity.
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Post by Kitsuneko on Apr 19, 2013 14:19:57 GMT -5
Laila smiled, pleased at the response from the Flower egg. She rather liked what she "heard" from that one. More than the Stoic egg, at least. Taking the egg's suggestion, she stood up and tried to decide which egg to welcome next. Not surprisingly, the bright red color of the Priestess egg drew Laila's eye. She almost considered heading to that one, but then she shook her head. It was large enough, and certainly red enough, that it looked like it might hold a garnet, and she wasn't sure she was ready for that yet. Besides, there were already several other candidates giving it attention.
The Forgotten Knight egg had seemed to be one of the most neglected eggs so far--the only other candidate that had touched it seemed to be Malta, so with a shrug, Laila went to that one next. She passed her hand over the spotted blue patterning on the shell, and concentrated on sending warm, friendly thoughts to the creature within.
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Post by taylor on Apr 19, 2013 19:49:08 GMT -5
Kariss eyed the thorn egg as she got a sense of the dragon within. Hmm. It felt...curious? There was an edge to that curiosity, though, that Kariss wasn't sure she liked. It felt more like the hold women who gossiped about her back home than the innocent questioning of her daughter. Well, she was sure there was someone out there for the egg; they could sit together and gossip all day. Kariss, however, wanted none of it.
She patted the egg lightly and turned away. Which egg to touch next? The Warrior was alone, she saw. She was pretty sure someone else - Bahari, was his name? - had touched it earlier, but now it was being ignored. She walked towards it, still thinking about the Thorn egg, a bit. It had her thinking, now, and not in the best way. What if she got a dragon who was completely unlike her? What if she got someone who just wanted to sit and gossip about others behind their backs? "You're not like that, are you?" She laid a hand on the Warrior as she spoke to it.
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kite
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Post by kite on Apr 20, 2013 8:53:38 GMT -5
Relief washed over Malta. If anything, this Egg's reaction had been even more positive than the Wolf's. Again she was reassured, but this time, there was a definite sense of approval. She was what she was. That was a thought she'd never quite had before, and the idea that there was nothing wrong with her, that everyone else should accept her for precisely who she'd turned out to be...well, she'd never quite dared to think that about herself. Heartened, she stroked the shell gently, basking in the heat and the feeling of the dragon in her mind. His examination of her seemed gentler and more careful, and then, she felt something she could only describe as an approving pat on the head. A smile broke across her face, putting sunlight in her dark eyes, and she gently returned the pat.
The advice seemed good, perhaps because it was her natural inclination to keep her emotions protected. Feeling exceptionally good about herself, she scanned the Clutch for an empty Egg, and settled on the Stoic. Walking over, still deep within the reassurance she'd gotten from the last two shells, she didn't worry. This one was quite large, a muddle of many shades that escaped her ability to call it a single color, but the overall effect was not clashing, not like some of the more brightly-colored shells.
Reaching out, she ran her hand across the shell, very slightly rough beneath her fingers. She halted the motion, but her thumb moved reflexively in an arc as she closed her eyes. As fearlessly as ever she had, she opened herself up to the dragon inside, letting him or her see what she was, who she was. She was resolved to not let this Egg's opinion change the way she felt about herself; it occurred to her that it was rather weak to let your self-esteem sway so wildly based on someone else's opinion. Why that thought had never crossed her mind before was a question she didn't look directly at; suffice it to say it had happened now, and perhaps she'd manage to hold onto that idea in the future, at least to some degree. Funny how that lesson had come from a creature who hadn't even been properly born yet.
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Post by Elessar on Apr 21, 2013 20:29:47 GMT -5
He came at Marjoriith's call, but stayed back, watching the other candidates move about the cavern, touching this egg or that egg, and watching their reactions. Finally, he decided to do a bit of Touching of his own.
Moving forward, ignoring those who were milling around, Lucian stared at The Flower for a good long while. His gaze turned to The Wolf and then to The Priestess, but he didn't Touch any of them. Finally, his gaze settled on The Lady. What a lovely color that shell was, and such a pretty pattern! It looked so delicate, so unlike the metal that Lucian forged, that he knelt down to Touch it, his hands gentle.
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