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Post by Lady Smara on Apr 2, 2012 21:07:30 GMT -5
Sakorai actually made a point of dressing… well… Normally. Most people certainly wouldn’t go so far as to say conservatively, as her tight shirt still dipped low and her riding leathers still hug her hips nicely, but for once no sleeves were torn off, no skin of her stomach showed and there were certainly no holes or tears strategically placed on this pair of leathers to show off any of her silky smooth legs. Instead, she wore clothes that looked newly tailored, the soft brown leather complementing the baby blue tunic she wore as well as the wide belt that complimented her hips and showed off the way they would sway back and forth as they walked.
Even her hair was mildly tamed – brushed for once and tucked back behind her ears so her face was more clearly visible. She looked tame for once. Tame and commanding with the confidence in which she held her stride as she crossed the burning sands to greet the group at the caverns mouth. It was raining again outside, and the humidity of the air hung heavy. Several of the candidates were soaked through to the bone even as they stood there waiting for her okay to enter the sands, while the others were on their way to being just as wet.
It made the Weyrwoman smirk as she saw them, their ages ranging as greatly as their origijns. To think this would be the first clutch of Issarith’s that would only be limited in candidates by their need to be subtle in their searching. Yet they could search not only their great pool in the South, but everywhere from Keroon to Benden to Southern Boll. Issarith’s clutch was not limited to just those candidates born in Telgar and Crom, and it was certainly not crowded out by other golds across the continent. She had made sure that the search riders spread their wings far, and the group before her were fine candidates.
“Good evening Candidates, Master S’nuo.” She called out, greeting first the group, then the candidate master as he bobbed his head at her in a quick nod. Goodness, she had been so worked up working the search riders she kept finding herself pleasantly surprised how sweet the blue rider was on her eyes. Such a pity this man could not win any of Issarith’s flights. She still made a mental note to sleep with the man at some point to see if all of him was as delicious as his frame promised.
“Listen up and Listen well, Candidates.” She called out again, making sure to have every last candidates attention before continuing. “You all know that I am no queen rider from your time. You also know that Issarith is like no Queen that was born in the South. She’s a Northern Queen and she has a Temper. Never forget that while you are on the sands. Today or on the hatching day. Never forget that she is a queen and has no qualms getting blood or Ichor upon her hide. Give her no reason to think that you mean her or her eggs harm and she will give you what time she sees fit to greet her eggs.”
Glancing back at the gold who sat on the other side of the clutch from them, her eyes whirling an agitated green already and her tail flicking up and down, she was not surprised to hear S’nuo ask if this was, indeed, the best time to do this. “It’s now or never, Master S’nuo. She’s barely agreed and to be honest if I do not force her to submit the clutch to your candidates now she’ll not do so before the hatching because she’ll know she can get away with her temper.”
Turning to the candidates again, she stretched out her final warning to them. “Remember, Issarith is already agitated. If you greet her, do it quickly. Touch only a few eggs, and again, do so quickly before you thank her and retreat. I cannot stress how important it is not to agitate her further…”
With that she nodded to S’nuo and walked across the sands to stand next to her gold, laying a hand upon the warm neck as she soothed the queen. The queen, however, never took her eyes from the candidates and the look she gave them was one that was not at all happy…
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“Alright, you heard the woman. Touch a few eggs, then thank Issarith quickly – WITHOUT getting any closer to her than where the clutch is now. When you are done get back here to this section of the stands. Go.” The Candidate Master said, not entirely sure if this was how he wanted to conduct his first egg touching. He’d rather hold a whole lesson upon the sands with the eggs, but looking at Issarith now, he knew he would get no more time than maybe a half candlemark tops, if even a quarter of that.
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Post by Lady Smara on Apr 2, 2012 21:07:45 GMT -5
The Feral Feline Clutch -- Issarith x Tseravith
Egg Clutch Lay-Out
Winds of Change | Tiny Wonder
Warning Storm-clouds | Midnight's Cry | Jungle Gym
Sun Kissed Prince | Aslan's Pride | Southern Duke
Sphinx's Lament | Little Empress| Snow Shoes
First Snow | Little Man Marble Egg
Winds of Change
[ Cheetah Egg ]
A pale colored egg, barely holding faint hints of an olive green to its shell, and for the most part not very interesting at first glance. It's plain, simple, neither too big nor too small; and neither too round or too oval. But perhaps its that simplicity, almost elegant in nature, that draws you ever closer to itself as you go around the Warning Storm-clouds without much thought.
When placing a hand upon its surface, neither rough nor smooth to the touch, the experience is quite different from most of the others. While some of the eggs' inhabitants seem more than eager to quickly invade your mind the creature inside this one takes its time. Almost seeming like its waiting for you to notice it, admire it, finally the presence ventures into your head. Inspecting this and that with a gracefulness that you can just feel, though you're unsure how exactly this is possible, it will eventually abandon you without much fuss to wait for its next visitor.
Tiny Wonder
[ Serval Egg ]
Another egg on the smaller scale of the size range the Tiny Wonder sits among the borderline of the clutch; in close company of the much bigger Winds of Change and Midnight's Cry eggmates. The eggshell itself doesn't hold any extra shades other than the traditional beige, splotched slightly by light chocolate spots all around the surface. If anything this egg resembles that of a wherry's, only on a much larger scale of course.
If one reaches out to touch its rough surface the candidate is in for a small surprise. Like some very few others in this clutch the presence inside won't outright invade its visitor's mind, but rather careful and thoughtfully make its way in. It will prod and inspect what you will allow it to see; and eventually it will retreat with just as much calmness and carefulness as it first entered.
Warning Storm-clouds
[ Clouded Leopard Egg ]
Not far from the Sun Kissed Prince and the Winds of Change lies this seemingly normal dragon egg. With a rounded, an slightly rough to the touch, surface along with an almost perfect oval shape this medium sized egg really doesn't stick out much. The eggshell itself is hued in an odd gray hued tint, much like the Marble egg, though faint shades of pale powder blue can be seen among the surface when the light bounces off it at the right time.
Coming in contact with this egg is... odd, if not downright weird. At first a whirlwind of emotions quickly over-flood the senses, threatening to take over and destroy anything they may reach, before then suddenly calmness floods through. Eventually it all fades into nothingness; like a passing storm moving off to terrorize other pastures.
Midnight's Cry
[ Panther Egg ]
Located in the medium to small size range of the egg scale Midnight's Cry wouldn't be much to look at if not for it's oddly hued eggshell. Instead of the usual soft beige shades adorned with faded colors of gold, copper and other earthly tones this egg is so dark in pigmentation that at first glance it almost appears to be pure black.
Upon closer inspection, and with proper lighting, undertone colors and slivers of dark brown can be seen, indicating that it's coloration is just a large amount of very dark colored brown shades -- though the faint hints of emerald green can be spotted if one pays very special attention... and if Issarith and Tseravith allow you enough time in its close proximity.
Coming in contact with this egg's surface will cause a flood of powerful emotions to overcome the senses, furious and unpredictable as an unruly thunderstorm in a midnight summer sky.
Jungle Gym
[ Jaguar Egg ]
Though faded and with a gray-ish tint to the eggshell like all the other eggs this oval shaped one is still quite alluring. With rich earthy green tones all over its surface fading and strengthening in intensity as they go, the Jungle Gym is a sharp contrast against its Midnight's Cry clutchmate companion.
If a candidate brushes their hand across the surface most will be almost compelled to take it back right away; the boundless amount of energy quickly flooding into their subconscious being almost like a jolt of electricity rushing into their body. Quite happy and aloof, with a hint of playful curiosity, this presence will prod and poke around as far as its allowed. Finally it'll retreat from the mind its been invading, seeming excited and happy as it can feel another candidate approaching.
Sun Kissed Prince
[ Tiger Egg ]
Tied for the second largest egg in the clutch position, and flanking Aslan's Pride along with the Southern Duke, this egg is a rich coppery bronze shade all around. The strong color starts off at the crown and as it nears the bottom it finally fades into a warm cream tint; faint shadow like stripes seemingly to contrast against its surface if one pays extra attention to the egg shell.
Just as smooth and perfect as the two eggs near it the Sun Kissed Prince is quite the sight to behold. From within strong emotions flood those that dare touch it; the proud yet controlled creature within wanting to sense as much as possible of these essences that dare encroach upon its territory.
Aslan's Pride
[ Lion Egg ]
Without doubt this is the largest egg of the clutch and by far, Aslan's Pride is nestled right in the middle and surrounded by all its smaller egg clutchmates; specifically flanked by both the Sun Kissed Prince & Southern Duke eggs.
Aslan's Pride is nice and smooth to the touch, almost as if specifically polished by the most skilled craftsmanship. The eggshell itself is colored by soft and faded hues of the pretties coppery shades;almost seeming to hold a golden gleam to its tint when the light bounces off its surface at just the right angle.
When coming close enough to physically contact the egg a strong and demanding presence quickly floods the mind. Unruly and unbroken, and with a strong will of its own, it threatens to consume all it can reach if not careful...
Southern Duke
[ Leopard Egg ]
Tied for the second largest egg in the clutch position, and flanking Aslan's Pride along with the Sun Kissed Prince, this egg is a rich tanned bronze shade all around. The strong color starts off at the crown and as it nears the bottom it finally fades into a warm cream tint; faint shadow like rosette markings seemingly to contrast against its surface if one pays extra attention to the egg shell.
Just as smooth and perfect as the two eggs near it the Southern Duke is also quite the catch to the eye. From within strong emotions flood those that dare touch it; sharply contrasting with those of its "twin" clutchmate. Impatient and headstrong the presence inside invades your mind without any need for permission, almost hungrily devouring every depth of your soul before you're finally able to break free.
Sphinx's Lament
[ Caracal Egg ]
Leaning into the smaller scale for dragon eggs the Sphinx's Lament is located close to one of the edges of the clutch, in proximity of the First Snow & Sun Kissed Prince eggs. To the eye there is nothing outstanding over its appearance, just your regular dragon egg; slightly rough to the touch and with an eggshell of beige shades speckled with some faint honey colored shades.
Coming in contact with this egg makes one feel undoubtedly hot; for no matter what anyone tries the temperature of this one never seems to go down. Some can swear they feel something else aside from the arid scorching feeling... but maybe that's just the heat and their mind playing tricks on them.
Little Empress
[ Puma Egg ]
Sitting right in the lower medium range of sizes the Little Empress is decidedly bigger than its Snow Shoes & Little Man egg companions. With a surface that feels grainy to the touch, almost reminiscent of the Sands this egg lies upon, one cannot deny that its appearance its still quite breath taking.
The overall background shades of this eggshell are of a nice and warmth orange, slightly faded so as not to seem imposing or shocking to the eyes. However its most attracting features is the darker shades atop the crown of the egg, a much darker and orange tinted copper shade that slowly fade in strength until they melt with the background colors of the egg at the bottom.
Placing a hand upon this egg gives one a rush of power and determination, demanding the trespasser's full attention without room for protest. However just as quick as the rush comes the emotions drain right out as well, fading into nothingness in the course of moments.
Snow Shoes
[ Lynx Egg ]
Nestled in such close proximity of the Southern Duke this poor egg is made to be even more of a dwarf than it really is. Already one of the smallest eggs in this clutch,and with an uneven oval shape riddled with bumps on its surface, not many hopes rest by many about the creature inside. Still the fact it hasn't been laid aside, like the Marble Egg gives faint hope to those that come close enough to take a look.
With a rough surface, lightly tinted in faded baby blue shades that slowly fade into almost the purest of white at the bottom of the egg, touching this bumpy egg is quite the odd feeling. Barely a feeling can be felt in return, though the faint presence is still there. Almost shy in nature it takes a few seconds to slowly creep into the mind of its new visitor, carefully poking here or there until detected.Once found it will scurry right back out and into his little world, where its safe and nice and warm...
First Snow
[ Snow Leopard Egg ]
Sitting at the frontal face of the clutch, accompanied by Sphinx's Lament & the Little Man eggs, the medium sized egg is perfectly straightly laid into the sands. With a similar faded baby blue tinted surface as that of the Snow Shoes egg, but perfectly proportionate and formed with a smooth shell, the First Snow egg really lives up to its name in looks. All around the shell is speckled with varying sizes of dots, all of a diagonal shape and facing the same direction. Really, it almost looks like someone had decided to paint a blizzard onto the young egg.
Coming into contact with this egg gives one a rush in mere seconds, the presence within seeming eager to prod and explore this new specimen that has crawled up close to its safe home. Seemingly thirsting for knowledge it will pry and poke at everything uninvited, almost overpowering the mind of the poor Candidate until it forcefully pulls away from the egg. By Faranth, such an inquisitive creature it is...
Little Man
[ Ocelot Egg ]
Though not the tiniest egg of the clutch the Little Man egg certainly seems to be trying for that leading position anyways. Very round in shape, and smooth, one would almost think it's an overgrown river polished stone -- if it weren't for the eggshell traditional beige color and the fact Issarith looms protectively over it.
Coming into contact with this egg sends a flurry of emotions into the brain, as if the presence inside can't quite decide on what it wants to check out first exactly. A moment it'll be coy and intrusive, suddenly changing and becoming more harsh and indifferent, before then switching to a more calm and interested feeling. Then, without much warning, its gone from your head. What an odd little creature...
Broken Marble
[ Marble Egg ]
This egg is so tiny and small that it runs the chance of being mistaken for one of the biggest eggs a watchwher could clutch. With a semi-translucent eggshell and a sickly marble hue to its surface there's clearly no doubt why this egg is laid a few feet away from the clutch; alone and forgotten.
Upon closer inspection soft crack like web markings can be seen upon the whole surface, most of a faded periwinkle blue shade, which in turn is very rough and bumpy to the touch and almost deformed in shape. Placing a hand upon this unwelcoming surface gives a person nothing in return; just an empty and vacant feeling.
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Post by Na Qaiah on Apr 2, 2012 22:20:09 GMT -5
Shamara was standing with the other Candidates out in the rain waiting for her chance to touch the eggss. She was soaked to her skin and shivering slightly from cold and antisapation. She watched the out of time Weyrwoman appear and listened carefully to her explain about Issarith and how she explained about the golden ones temper wasn't good and to not take chances to anger her. Shamara had a sense of foreboding.
From where she was standing, she could see the agitated Queen guarding her eggs, everyone could tell she wasn't in a pleasent mood just by the swirling color of her eyes and the twitching of her tail. When she looked at the Weyrling master he didn't look comfortable doing this either. She wrapped her arms across her self tightly and waited her turn.
When it came Shammy walked slowly onto the sands stopping in the right place she bowed deeply to the Queen and her rider. "Thank you for letting me have the pleasure of seeing your eggs Queen Issarith." When she didn't recieve a no, she continued onto the sands. She walked carefully so not to trip. Shammy walked around several eggs but didn't touch any of them she was almost afraid too. But glancing at the Queen made her decide to touch a couple. She was standing closest to the First Snow egg so she gently touched this one first.
It was a medium sized egg and interesting in color. The shell was surprisingly smooth to her touch, and the diagnal spots that ran along it drew her eye to it, including its blue coloring fading to almost white. What was most shocking was the feeling she got when she touched the egg. Instantly she could feel the presence inside the egg, it felt like she was being poked and prodded in every part of her mind. She was startled at first then intrigued then she felt invaded. She pulled herself away from the egg to find her self sweating and glad to be moving on. Interesting all the feeling of questions that needed answers coming from this egg.
Wiping her brow she moved on to the next egg that was near this one, interesting that it was colored almost the same except for having diamonds instad of spots. The Snow Shoe egg had a different feel to its shell. It was rough compaired to smoothness of the other egg. Those baby blue stripes drew her eye right down to the white at the bottom. Unlike the over powering feeling of the first egg, this one felt almost shy. Shammy almost moved on until she felt the eggs resident lightly touching her mind. Running her hand carefully down the side of the egg she smiled. Yes, there was a presence there, she was about to speak to the egg when she felt the baby within withdraw and go away.
Thinking she had spent enough time on the sands, she walked back to her starting point and bowed again. "Thank you for this honor, I think your eggs are beautiful." She spoke clearly and distintly remembering to bow before leaving the sands to wait where they were instructed to wait. She was grinning from ear to ear.
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Tishu was next in line. As Shammy did before her, she bowed politely. "Beautiful Issarith, thank you for this oppertunity to visit your eggs. May I continue?" She asked softly looking from one to the other before going out on the sands. Once she was there, she walked around several eggs. The smallest one that was furthest away from the others caught her attention. It was almost like it was being shoved away because it was different and unwanted. She knew what that felt like.
She walked up to this Broken Marble egg and lightly touched it as she walked all around it. She felt nothing comeing from this egg. "Poor scared little one, I know how it is to be left alone and different. I know you can be brave." She spoke quietly to the baby she felt was inside. She hoped it wasn't a dud and maybe Issarith knew it was ok too, at least it wasn't pushed totally aside to be discarded. After spending what she felt was too much time touching this rough feeling egg that had all the interesting cracks that ran across its shell.
She moved on around a few other eggs until she came to the Little empress egg. This egg felt kind of sandy to the touch. The first thing shed felt was the power within. The dragonet in this egg felt determined to have her full attention. She didn't feel invaded, she just felt like she was being inspected. The colors on this egg was interesting to Tishu. Orange to copper and back definatly caught ones attention. All at once the dragon inside the egg pulled back and was gone. Interesting thing to happen.
Taking time to walk slowly she started to leave the sands so the next Candidate could have a chance and to keep the queen happy. She stopped in the same place that she started from and bowed to them both. "Thank you Sakorai and Issarith for allowing me the honor of touching a few eggs." Tishu said before she went to stand next to the others that had been on the sands.
What a feeling, she never understood that the eggs occupants would or could reach out and check you out if you touched their shell. She hopped she impressed, she wanted much more of this one on one feeling.
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Post by HG on Apr 3, 2012 11:44:46 GMT -5
 Rhodri was slow to adjust to Weyr life. Although he was not unhappy he was not entirely happy there. His life had been completely uprooted just when he had come to terms with the way his life was going to end up it had changed again. He was not a fan of big life changes. The only thing that kept him looking forward to the future was the possibility of Impression. Impression was supposed to be an emotional bonding like nothing anyone without a dragon would ever feel. He wanted to feel it he wanted to explore the bond. He did not know what to make of this last minute lesson. They had been called to the Hatching Sands to see the Clutch.
What could looking at a few eggs really do? He thought as he sloshed through the rain his work boots, sticking now and then to the mud. The weather certainly was not making this little trek from the barracks to the Hatching Cavern easy. When he arrived he shook his head, getting some of the rain out of his hair. The Queen was lying near her eggs, looking incredibly protective. No way was he going in there. His brown eyes said about as much. Why should he disturb a very protective mother, he knew enough about animals to know that this was not a good idea? The Queenrider said they were permitted to go in but they had to go quickly.
Go in and do what?! Faranth they might just get flamed or maimed or worse. Touch the eggs of a very protective Queen, it sounded like they wanted to instill fear in the Candidates but he already felt the proper amount of fear towards the large dragon. She might not be large for a Queen but few dragons at the Weyr were close to the size of any Queen. He watched as some of the others ventured forth. Well if the girls could do it. He could do it. Right? Maybe he would go for the ones farther away from the Queen.
He did not know exactly how to approach. He bowed, thinking perhaps that was proper. They did that for Lord and Lady Holders and she was a higher rank than they in his opinion. Then he opened his mouth, trying to find words eloquent enough to please a Gold dragon, “Queen Issarith, it is an honor.” He said as confidently as he could manage. Then he backed away, looking for an egg not too close to the Queen. One of the Eggs appeared almost Gold. Was it a Gold egg? He should think there would be a ton of girls heading towards it if that were true.
Aslan's Pride was in the middle and he was unsure whether to risk going there. He had to act quickly as they needed to be fast around the eggs. He decided since it was the first to catch his eye he should go and see it at the very least. Up close the egg’s softer hues became more noticeable, the entire shell was mesmerizing. He took one of his calloused, steady hands and reached out to the smooth coppery shell. No sooner had his hand touched the shell than he was overwhelmed by the strong and demanding presence of the dragonet within. This was obviously a dragonet with a will of its own. The feeling was reminiscent of an untrained runner. He instantly thought of his own wild stallion, Zip. He was not sure if dragons were tamed as runners were but he did know he had the patience and strength of mind to bend any to his own will.
He took his hand away from the egg, wondering if anyone would really be able to handle the unruly dragon within it. Deciding to touch another egg, he went for one of the two closest to the Aslan’s Pride egg. He wanted to move quickly, there was no point in walking around the Sands to touch the different eggs. So he found himself walking a few steps to touch the shell of the Sun Kissed Prince. The egg shell’s stripes caught his attention. Again he set his hand on the smooth shell. He could feel the strong sense of pride. He felt he was being judged momentarily, as if the dragonet was learning about him from within the shell.
Rhodri wondered if that were possible. What was the importance of egg touching after all? His hand moved away and once again he bowed to the Queen and silently walked off the Sands. This had left him with a lot to think about. He needed to evaluate what he was capable of. Maybe having a dragon would be too much for him?
He rolled off of his bunk in a hurry. His hair was a mess of blonde locks and his clothes were wrinkled. He slipped the nearest shoes on, while nearly tumbling over. He was not the sturdiest on his feet. This was his second Egg Touching but he was determined to impress this time around. It seemed the weather did not agree with his plan to get to his lesson on time. Ledesein began to run toward the Hatching Cavern, kicking up mud as he went. Just before reaching the entrance he tripped and ended up muddying most of the front of his outfit. Well at least he was on time! He thought to himself as he looked past the other Candidates to the Sands. He was taller than most fifteen turn olds so it was easy to look over the majority of the heads in the room.
The blonde saw the Queen’s expression as well as heard the words of the Weyrwoman. He would be as careful as he could be. So instead of heading toward the middle of the clutch to greet the Queen he deemed it necessary that he not get too close. He was quite clumsy and if he should trip or do something to unintentionally harm an egg he would not be forgiven. The eggs near the edge were the ones he began to look at. While trying to decide which to touch he addressed the Queen as the others did although watching that Northern boy bow, made him want to giggle. He was prone to laughter as well as clumsiness. There was nothing wrong with finding things in life funny. “I promise to be very careful around your clutch, Queen Issarith.” He said kindly and walked toward the one he had been admiring most from afar. The Winds of Change egg was a pretty olive green color and very elegant. While he was not a very put together looking lad, he did admire beauty and order. He shakily extended a pale hand to the egg’s shell, which was not really smooth nor rough but somewhere in between. At first he was concerned he had chosen a dud to touch as he felt nothing. Then like ball slowly building momentum, he began to notice the egg’s inhabitant’s inspection of himself. He wondered what the dragonet was looking for, if anything. The dragonet’s grace and beauty was a surety as far as he could tell. Again the nothingness returned and he withdrew from the elegant egg.
He turned his attention quickly to another egg, trying to walk slowly so as not to trip or do anything completely stupid. Ledesein walked around the Tiny Wonder egg to inspect more closely the Jungle Gym egg. The gray and earth toned shell, drew his hand towards it. He was as nervous as before, he did not want to hurt any of the eggs. When his hand was placed on the shell the intense energy nearly caused him to jump back. He held to his place though and found beneath the raw and uncontrolled energy lay a happy, inquisitive natured dragonet who seemed to enjoy a little cat and mouse type play for information. Well the little one could look all it wanted.
Hopeful, perhaps more so than when he entered the young blonde walked away from the clutch and the Queen who guarded it. Maybe he would have a chance this time. No one in his family had ever been a dragonrider. He so desperately wanted to be different and prove those who thought otherwise differently. There were plenty of people who had no dragonrider blood coming from the North who were impressing. Why not him too? As he thought that, he nearly walked into a different Candidate and made a quick apology. Looking where he was going would probably be a good start to finding a life-mate though.
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Post by hbk on Apr 3, 2012 13:37:44 GMT -5
 .:: Candidate Kethemar ::.Northern Candidate
Kethemar was whistling softly to himself as they stood waiting in the rain. The boy's blond hair was plastered to his head, and rivulets of water trickled from his neck down into his tunic. And yet, Kethemar didn't really mind. He'd grown up as a fishercrafter, being wet or in the rain mattered little to him. In fact, it was the first time he'd felt as if he wasn't so far from home since he'd arrived at the small Southern Weyr. Kethemar took measure of some of the other Candidates who were standing around, huddled against the cold and the rain, and he chuckled to himself. Wimps, he thought.
When the Candidate Master, S'nuo, and the Senior Weyrwoman, Sakorai, arrived Kethemar immediately took notice. He'd already seen the Candidate Master before so there was nothing new there, but this was the first time that he'd seen the Weyrwoman.... She had a hard look about her eyes, a sharpness, which immediately gave Kethemar the feeling that this woman was calculating, and probably nothing escaped her notice. Even though he hadn't been at the Weyr long he'd heard plenty of rumors swirling around about whether or not the Senior Weyrwoman was capable of leadership, or if she could even do anything at all besides persuade men into her bed.
Kethemar decided that he didn't really know enough about the woman to make a judgement so he shrugged mentally and turned his eyes to the pale Queen dragon that waited. Since coming to Refuge, Kethemar had only been up close and personal with a couple of green and blue dragons, so to him Issarith seemed huge... at least until he heard some murmurs from other Candidates about how small she was for a Queen. Regardless, it didn't stop Kethemar from thinking that Issarith was beautiful. It was the first time he'd laid eyes on a Queen, and from such proximity, and the fishercrafter knew he'd never forget it.
When the Queen grudgingly allowed them entrance, Kethemar took example after Rhodri, because the kid seemed to know what he was doing, and he bowed respectfully to Issarith before slowly slithering away from her presence. After all, he was here to see an egg and he wanted to do that before the gold chased them off. Not really sure about which eggs to look at, Kethemar meandered through them, stopping first at the Southern Duke egg. The sheer size of the egg impressed him and he hesitantly reached a hand out to touch the egg. The seamlessly smooth color of the egg fascinated Kethemar, but more than that the feeling that swirled around him as he touched the egg nearly startled him.
The feeling from the egg sparked the adventurous nature in Kethemar and immediately he could picture himself with a dragon, traveling to unknown places, and performing daring aerial stunts. Just as quickly as he imagined it, the image was gone and he stepped back with a shake of his head. Even though the Southern Duke egg immediately became his favorite, Kethemar figured he should give another egg a look.
Stepping around the Southern Duke egg and headed for Midnight's Cry, his eyes taking in the dark hues that made the egg stand out from its siblings. The emotions that roiled through Kethemar when he touched the egg made him gasp a little, and immediately he got the feeling that he often got when on a ship that was heading into a brewing storm. The electric charge of possible danger caused adrenaline to rush through him.
Withdrawing his hand from the egg, Kethemar shook his head to clear his mind. Taking one step back from the egg, Kethemar gave it one last measuring look before turning and retreating from the Sands. From the sounds being emitted softly from the Queen, and the dangerous feelings he'd felt from the eggs, Kethemar was more than ready to feel the safety of the Weyr around him
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Post by freya on Apr 4, 2012 3:15:03 GMT -5
Trelia waited in line like all other candidates and when it finally came to her turn the candidate took a slow bow to the queen. She said, "Thank you Issarith for allowing me to touch your eggs," then she slowly made her way past the queen. The whole weyr knew that Issarith was more protective then queens past and Trelia didn't want to offend the young queen. When she approached the eggs she counted and there we're thirteen of them. The number made her heart skip a beat because there we're fifteen candidates and another would be left standing. She thought back to that turn ago when she'd been left standing and couldn't bare the thought of going through that again. She made her way to the eggs and stopped at a egg that was centered towards the front. A perfect proportional egg that had a baby blue coloring to it and it called to Trelia it seemed to just touch it. When she ran her hands across it's shell there we're dots of all sizes that had been painted in a direction that a blizzard would fall. Her feelings we're interrupted by one of intrusive feelings almost like she was being examined. When she pulled away the rush was gone and Trelia just stared at the egg in disbelief. Her eyes next laid upon a egg that was in between a few eggs that we're of low medium sizes and the coloring was one of the sands. She ran her hands across it with a smile as she felt the grainy sides and couldn't help marvel at the texture of the egg. A darker side across the top that slowly faded to orange as her eyes followed the eggs from top to base. The feelings of power and determination came across her mind as the hands continued to roam. When she got a feeling of absolute nothingness she stopped then pulled back. Trelia wanted to continue to explore the eggs however she wasn't about to incur the wrath of the golden queen. She simply gave the eggs a last glance then continued exit the hatching grounds to that others could have a turn. ................................................................................................. Raelan entered a bit hesitant because he was controlling his breath as the scene before him reminded him of the last two failed clutches. He took a deep breath in as he was thankful that he'd worn only a beige short sleeve shirt and black leather pants. His tan boots had seen better days with a few parts that had been sewed back in. While he waited for the others to finish then took a few steps towards the clutch of eggs with his eyes landing on the egg that was one of the largest. It was the Sun Kissed Prince Egg that had caught his attention and carefully he approached it noticing that he'd forgotten the most important thing to do. He turned to the great golden queen and said, "Thank you for providing for the future of our weyr,". When he had bowed the young man continued as he noticed the bronze coloring on the egg. His hands soon found themselves running along the sides of the egg and felt the smooth texture. When he kept touching the egg it caused strong feelings to en crouch on his mind and he just smiled at the egg. "What a gift," said Raelan as he feared getting attached to any eggs after what had happened to him and then looked around at the other eggs. He knew that this queen would not tolerate him to touch her eggs very long and his eyes rested on a small egg. It was by far not the smallest egg however it was very small and he carefully approached it as the queen seemed to be protective over it. His eyes landed on the Little Man egg which caused him to note the roundness of the egg and how it seemed to be made out of polished stone. When he approached it was almost with solemn reverence because he didn't want to anger the golden queen. His hands ran over the surface of this egg that seemed to have a mood disorder because he kept feeling emotions of all sorts starting with harsh then becoming coy. Raelan immediately was smiling at this egg because it seemed that this dragnet had a personality that would make anyone smile and then let go as he didn't want to test his luck. He left the sands with a hope in his heart that the wouldn't be left for a third time because he didn't think that he'd be able to take it another time. ............................................................................................. Sareen was very nervous about entering the hatching grounds because of her lack of experience with dragons. She waited till her turn came up then with a brave face she entered the grounds. Her eyes went wide at the eggs as she remembered from her few lessons that she was to bow to the beautiful queen then she said, "Beautiful queen thank you for allowing me to touch your eggs,". When she was done with the formalities as she felt that this was all some big test by both the parents and the unborn. A test that she feared that she would fail because there was a lot of fear in her and she dreaded returning to her sisters not impressing. She carefully observed the eggs as they we're laid out protectively by Issarith and she saw one that got her interest. The Warning Storm Cloud egg that had the unique coloring of grey that upon closer observation seemed to change to a blue powered blue. When she smiled at the egg that seemed very inviting and she came closer to put her hands on it almost timidly. It was never in her wildest dreams that one day she would have the opportunity to touch a dragon egg. She had grown up with the idea that dragons with myth and soon both her hands came to rest on the egg. Her mind was overcome with a onslaught of emotions as she almost felt dizzy. She had to steady herself as one hand went up to her head and she kept the other on the egg. When she had gotten steady again and gotten a good breath it was the feelings of calmness that overcame her. Sareen felt as if she was floating on a cloud and smiled as she felt completely calm. Her thoughts we're interrupted by a sudden noise and she took a few steps back. The young woman hoped that this egg was for her and said, "I hope that your mine,". Sareen was soon off walking back towards the entrance as not to irritate the golden queen. ................................................................................................... Quelas was very nervous about even touching these eggs because he feared even getting attached to one of them. He had been two other hatching's before this and not lucky enough to impress. The young man was well groomed in the formalities of a touching and went up to the young queen where he said, "Thank you Issarith for allowing me to touch your eggs," as he bowed. When he was done the young man carefully looked at the eggs as he didn't really pay much attention to eggs with blue or green coloring. His fondest wish was to impress a dragon with brown coloring just like his father and then his eyes rested upon the Sphinx's Lament Egg. He walked towards the egg that was mostly beige in color and hopefully it help a brown dragon. The color seemed to have some faint honey colored shades in them and he just wistfully thought of a brown dragon coming from this egg. When he laid his hands on the egg it was almost like a rush of hot through his hands. His hands didn't want to leave the egg as the scorching feeling almost seemed to overwhelm him and then he pulled back. "Wow," said Quelas as he hoped that this egg held his life mate inside because after this clutching if he didn't impressed that was the end for him. His heart couldn't take watching others with their dragons and not impressing. His eyes soon wandered over to another egg that was quite impressive when compared to the other egg. It was the Southern Duke egg that was second largest in the entire clutch. Quelas wandered over to the egg with a look of curiosity on his face and examined the egg that seemed to be bronze in coloring. The egg would no doubt hold a large dragon no matter what the color and he hesitantly put a hand out towards it. He was overwhelmed of feelings of a impatient soul that threatened to want to break out at that moment. Quelas immediately pulled his hand back and just stared at this egg because he would be curious to see what color it would end up being. |
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Post by Lady Smara on Apr 9, 2012 12:51:55 GMT -5
Tschermak had been waiting patiently… well perhaps not so patiently as much as in nervious, fidgeting silence. He could see the eggs clearly with the queen finally unwrapped from them and sitting on the far side. Seeing them his fingers and hands did itch to touch them, his mind completely curious and in wonder that such large creatures could come from such little eggs – and yet with that dangerous, angry looking queen so close… he did not want to take another step toward them in fear of angering her.
When his turn came, he hesitated and even waved forward on of the candidate master’s own nephews as he waited again, watching the candidate move forward excitedly, choosing two of the eggs to touch before wandering off the sands once more. Again, Tschermak stepped aside and waved on another candidate rather than taking his turn. It was when a large hand enveloped his shoulder that he looked up to find the bluerider’s face frowning at him.
“Tschermak… It’s a proven practice to have candidates touch the eggs. There are less injuries if the candidates are not afraid of them.” S’nuo said, frowning down at the smallest boy in the candidate class. “Why will you not take your turn?”
“Because I am afraid.” He admitted, feeling a small burning sensation in his eyes. He refused to cry, however, as he quickly turned his face away from the tall, strong man.
“Listen, you don’t have to touch all of them, just go up, touch one, and scamper back as fast as you can. If you don’t…. Then I can’t let you stand. Your fear will just feed the hatchlings and the chances of you being mauled will be too great.”
At this he winced. He’d already promised the man he would stand on the sands when the time came… he just never realized that the Queen would be so close or so angry… “Okay…” he finally agreed as he watched another candidate leave the sands to sit upon the stone ledge that made up the Stands. Taking a deep breath, he walked forward, his eyes glued to the pale queen.
“I can’t be afraid… I can’t be afraid…” he whispered to himself quietly as he stepped up to the nearest egg after his path had curved him a little – unconsciously trying to get out of the line of sight of the queen who looked more like a demon where her eggs were concerned. He found himself next to the Tiny Wonder egg that had only been touched by S’nuo’s oldest Nephew.
Reaching out a hand, he watched it shake before taking a deep breath and focusing on his hand and the egg. “I’m not afraid of the egg, I’m afraid of the Queen.” He finally admitted. Admiting his actual fear steadied his hand before he placed it gently on the shell of the egg. At first, he was not sure if he was really feeling anything from it but warmth and it was not until the presence pulled away again that Tschermak realized that he was being judged by the little dragon inside.
His mouth open in wonder, he caressed the egg for a moment in complete awe before a snort came from the queen. Pulling his hand away quickly, he stumbled back, bumping into the Broken Marble egg that was separated from the rest of the group. Her eyes were threatening to burn him where he sat in the sands as if the heat from that was not enough. Crying out from the heat on his hands, he quickly stood and ran back to S’nuo and his class as quickly as he could – shame of his fear evident on his face even as tears ran trails down it.
S’nuo caught him, a look that was unreadable upon his face. “Let me see your hands, Tschermak.” Wincing, he held them up before the Candidate Master to show the minor burns from the heated sands upon his palms. “Go to the Infirmary, your dismissed from the rest of this. Meet me in my office afterwards.”
If the shame from running away in front of all of the rest of his classmates was not great enough, being dismissed from the class shamed him more as he shuffled from the hatching sands, holding his hands gently to his chest.
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