Reaching for a Hero (Egg Touching, Mandatory)

[firethorne]

((The Expedition members have been told about this and that it is an honor to be permitted to do so. They will all come as well.))

It was rather late in the day when queen Aeriath stirred from her afternoon nap, her tail curling protectively around her beloved eggs. Whirling eyes lingering upon her clutch, the gold let out a low hum, deciding that now was the time to allow the candidates to gaze upon her children. Shifting upon the sands, Ari sat up, arching her neck and lifting her head to gaze regally at the entrance to the hatching cavern. The sun was sinking low, and the dragoness knew most of Refuge would just be finishing their dinner. Rather perfect, really. Raelmine. I think it is time to allow the candidates to touch the eggs.

Glancing up from her dinner, the queenrider smiled, rather excited herself to see how the candidates would react to the clutch. Raelwyn knew from experience that many of the eggs had strong or strange auras, and even just walking among them had elicited responses from the Weyrwoman. It was by far the most powerful clutch she had seen from her dragon. Good, love. Do not forget the strangers will be coming as well. Standing hurriedly, the goldrider called quickly for her personal drudge to have her dishes cleared. Tonight, Rael had eaten in her weyr, for she had several scrolls to look over before nightfall. However, the Touching was far more important, and the woman wouldn’t miss it for anything.

I shall not forget. The dragoness replied, though she was unsure of allowing those…foreigners to touch her precious children. Should they harm a single one…well, they would rather be dead than at her mercy, that was certain. Aeriath then crooned softly, her voice becoming far more warm and playful as she addressed her next target. Zorometh, my bronze. The queen said coyly, It is time to allow the candidates to see our beautiful children. Come watch with me. She practically purred, early awaiting her mate.

Quickly stepping down the long flight of stairs outside her weyr, Raelwyn walked briskly across the bowl, watching as many others entered or left the weyrhall, everyone winding down for the evening. Well, not for long. Grinning, the queenrider entered the sands, approaching her beloved dragon and scratching the gold’s eyeridges as she lowered her head. Now be nice, Ari. The Weyrwoman said, smiling as she received a hum in reply.

Of course, Raelmine, love. Am I not always?

The goldrider arched a brow. Right. As I said, love. Be nice. Grinning, the Weyrwoman then stood beside her queen, right beneath the dragon’s jaw. She knew they were waiting on Zorometh before beginning the Touching, which was as it should be. As the bronze arrived, Raelwyn squared her shoulders, preparing herself to face the many candidates and Northerners that would arrive. Most of the Refuge candidates would know to show the proper respect to Aeriath before even daring to approach her clutch, but she hoped the foreigners would remember to do so as well. The Candidate Master had been teaching them a bit as the days passed.

Waiting for her bronze to get settled and ready, Aeriath then lifted her head again, beautiful and completely regal as she surveyed the hatching cavern. Candidates! She said forcibly, her strong mindvoice echoing through every mind in all of Refuge, and even some without. There was no one about her weyr that could have missed her strong call. It is time for you to meet my children. Come to the hatching caverns at once, and do not dally! I shall not allow tardiness. The queen then stilled, watching the vast entrance and awaiting the first candidates to arrive. Naturally, it would be wise to approach the gold first and show her proper greetings, and then respectfully request permission to Touch her eggs.

[HG]

Zorometh was in the midst of hunting for himself when the Queen called him. He immediately stopped, perking his head up and then called to his rider. D'seus, the touching starts now. The Bronzerider who had also been in the middle of eating though not in the weyrhall, in the records room, stopped immediately as well. He swallowed what was in his mouth saying. Meet you there. The Bronze had already taken to the air, his powerful wings beating until he was at the right altitude. Then he glided toward the Hatching Caverns. He was there before any of the young humans arrived.

On HIS ledge in the Cavern the Bronze crooned to his mate and their eggs. That the dragon was besotted was rather apparent to his rider. Zorometh said to his Queen , Do not worry. No harm will come to them. The foreigners know their place and are obviously in awe of us. We should not fear them as they fear us. The Bronze's self assurance bordered on arrogance half of the time so it was no wonder that he saw himself as an awe inspiring figure. And who would not be awed by Golden Aeriath? There was not one dragon in all of Pern more captivating.

The Bronze's rider arrived shortly thereafter and perhaps a little short of breath. He had in fact run all the way to the Cavern in an attempt to beat the youngsters there. “My lady.” He smiled in greeting moving in to give her a hug. “This should be interesting.” He added as he separated from her. “How fare Aeriath? I have been told she is in one of her moods... whatever that means...” D'seus turned his gaze on his own dragon. Males were always of the opinion that females were being moody when they did not understand their change in behavior. Aeriath was being kind letting the brats see her babies. Not all Queens were that obliging.

“Now I think we could start a little bet on who gets that Golden daughter of hers.” D'seus said with a hint of amusement. The fun part about Hatchings was the anticipation of who would impress. No sooner had the words come out of his mouth than he heard a mix of voices both from the North and the South. Well it least it sounded like they were all getting along.

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Nevarre's reaction to what had been told to them the day before was shock more than anything. They had been Searched as it were, by the Blue dragons and those who had even an inkling of empathy or potential telepathic ability were going to be presented to Aeriath. The Queen would then allow or not allow them to touch the eggs. The protocol was easy enough. First approach the Queen, none to quickly either or her Bronze might just get a little nervous. Then greet properly the Queen, her rider and the Weyleader.

The Weyrleader had made it perfectly clear that anyone who wanted to one day go home would follow their requests. He did not know about everyone else but he was kind of wondering if it was possible for him to impress. He'd never really dreamed about being a rider but now that the opportunity had presented itself..well what better way to be ambassador from the North to the dragonriders than to be both from the North and be a dragonrider. He had a point, he knew he did. Nevarre was certain the only negative to his plan would be to be mauled or die on the sands.

Nothing could have prepared him for the booming, powerful female voice that then enetered his head. Yes, his head, not his ears. He was hearing her without well hearing her. The Queen was requesting their presence. Nevarre thought his heart had stopped at the sound. His surprise showed plainly on his face though as he searched the faces of the others around him he realized he was not alone in this. Even Weyrbrats might never have been bespoken before. Dragons from what he knew were more inclined to talk to their riders as the bond made it easier to communicate telepathically.

Like most of the Northerners, he knew only what had been taught by Harpers about the dragons. Greens impressed to homosexual males and the occasional female. Blues and Browns generally impressed men who could be practically any sexuality. Bronzes only impressed to heterosexual males and Golds heterosexual females. At least that was his understanding. How could one tell which egg held what color dragon?

He walked as instructed, a little nervous about having to be first on the Sands. His eyes, now captivated by the Gold before him, forgot to listen to what the other Candidates said. Approaching as if possibly to his death, he spoke to the Gold as well as one could being so nervous, “Queen Aeriath, if it please you, I would join the others in touching and admiring your eggs.” The gift of a smooth tongue would help him here even if what he had said was not entirely right.

The blue eyed youth then moved out of the way as if he had been pardoned some punishment. He walked to the Leaders and made certain they were welcome. “Thank you for honoring us with this once in a lifetime experience.” He said and moved away again. Nevarre did not want to waste too much of his time talking. There were eggs to touch after all. Though from what he had gathered touching an egg did not mean one would impress the dragon inside or impress at all. Some believed it gave a person a better chance but who could say? It was the dragonets who chose after all.

He felt himself staring at the virbrant colors of the eggs, approaching the first with great caution. How softly should he touch it? Would it hurt the dragonet inside if he placed his hand too hard on the egg? Suddenly he felt very unsure of himself.

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Vaylee was one of those who had something to do that day. Despite being a Candidate, she had to keep up also with her work at the infirmary. She was in the middle of helping with birth when the Queen called to them. Her eyes glazed over momentarily though the woman birthing the baby squeezed her hand as if it were the only thing keeping her from bursting open. The sweet girl did not have the heart to leave then. Not when the woman had pushed the head out already. “One more big push my dear.” She spoke in encouragement. The woman took in a deep breath and again squeezed Vaylee's hand till it hurt.

The next thing either woman knew, there was a small cry. “A boy.” The Healer said smiling at the woman. While the healers cleaned the babe and got the mother situated, the young woman slipped out of the infirmary. Running had never been a strong point of hers, so instead she walked swiftly. Her feet were moving as fast as they could without actually running. Out of breath she arrived at the mouth of the cavern heaving, to catch her breath. Her sister was waiting for her there and offered her a hug. “You look a shambles.” The other girl said laughing and took her hand.

Vaylee made her greeting to the Queen though she had the feeling they had all begun to sound the same. “Queen Aeriath, may I have permission to touch your children?” The blonde's voice was as soft as any lady in the North and sweeter than any bubby pie though it carried in the large Cavern as well as any one's. She felt suddenly that everyone had heard and she doubted that what she had said was good enough for the Queen. She moved aside so that someone else might greet the Gold.

The young woman perused the eggs trying to decide which ones she wanted to touch. They were all so wonderful how could anyone choose? Vaylee moved from one end of the group to the other. She finally chose a few that she felt she really wanted to touch and looked to see if anyone else was touching them. She would wait until she knew it was safe to do so.

–

“Ooooo, its a wonderful day in the Barracks....a wonderful day in the Barracks...” He sang to himself as he made up his bunk. Something he had neglected to do earlier in the day. Of course, earlier in the day he had almost as much trouble getting out of his bunk as making it. Therefore he never had enough time to do both. Candidacy was so boring. It was all chores and do this and that.

Although not generally the type to be ready to go first, Orisyn found that this Egg Touching business excited him. He really really really wanted to be there as soon as possible. So when the Queen called to them, he threw on his shoes as fast as he could and took off at a brisk pace toward the Cavern. Still he was behind a couple of the Northern folk. Being first would have been fun but the young lad was not all that disappointed. He was not last and that was much more important to the Queen than being first. He was looking at the Gold and not at the numerous eggs as he got closer to her. A small youth, the Queen seemed so large up close he had to wonder how large his dragon would be.

There was no doubt in his young mind that he would impress. At fourteen he had suffered no disappointments. Everything worked out for him, even things that seemed not to work for other people. He felt that his good attitude made people want to be around him. Orisyn was not deluded, he knew he was not the most ambitious or hard working of people but he had also never found anything in particular he liked doing. Dragons were the most interesting thing to him and if he had one he knew that his life would then have purpose. A man with purpose was always less lazy than a man without it.

He approached the Queen with a line he had just pulled out of his head as he approached. “Good day to you Golden Aeriath. I do hope you and your eggs are well. If you would kindly allow me to touch one or two, I'd be much obliged to you. Its my first Hatching and I'm very excited and honored by this opportunity...” Although not at all humbled. The shortest and youngest boy of the Candidates presented, he knew that his personality more than made up for his stature and maturity. “Which one do you think I should touch?” He asked his sister Aisynn as he came to stand near her. He was having trouble in the midst of all the choices. Thirty five eggs was a good number although he could safely say he was not interested in impressing the Queen. He had thirty four choices!

[kaemi]

Candidates! It is time for you to meet my children. Come to the hatching caverns at once, and do not dally! I shall not allow tardiness.

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Ever since the cleaning day, when they had cleaned the entire barracks, and met the newcomers- the wet people, from the North- Aisynn had known that the Touching would be occurring shortly. So it didn't come as a surprise when Aeriath's voice sounded in her head (other than the fact that it was the Senior Gold's mindvoice... in her head...), but it still excited her greatly. Turning from her mother, whom she had been speaking with, swiftly, the girl offerered only a brief explanation, which she was sure she would be reprimanded for later. As it was, Aisynn had places to go, and eggs to Touch!

She had to make a quick stop, to change her footwear, but it took very little time. Soon she was in the Hatching Grounds, bowing to the Golden queen, who was curled around her eggs. "Greetings, Queen Aeriath. I request the permission to Touch your fine eggs. I promise to not disturb them, and to act respectfully while on your Sands," Aisynn said, coming up from the bow. She knew there were thirty-four eggs- thirty-five, counting the queen egg. So thirty-five eggs. Which one would she Touch first? Or second? Or third?! Surely she wouldn't be able to feel each one, not with so many prospective Candidates and so many eggs. So which ones would she choose?

Dwelling on that, Aisynn had to stifle a giggle when her brother came up and asked her just that. "I'm not sure. There's so many of them!" she lamented briefly. Not that she really minded. It increased her chances of Impression! "I don't understand how you're so sure of yourself," she went on, "when there's so many other people. I'm so nervous, even right now, and we still have quite awhile to go before the day of truth comes. But you're right- I think we'll both Impress." At least, she hoped so! It would be brilliant, to be a dragonrider.

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Kalindan wasted no time, nor sorrow, when the call came from Aeriath, to he had to explain to a Kitchen worker that, sorry, he had been called away for a vital Candidacy happening, and would she please finish up his chore for him? Of course she gladly accepted, excited for this boy she barely knew to have the chance of a lifetime at Touching the eggs. He went straight to the Sands, and still he wasn't the first arrival. That was fine- it wasn't as thought those people who arrived first would get to claim an egg on Hatching day. It might lengthen their time with the eggs, which could inforce an early bond with the dragonets... but he would worry about that on a later date, if he failed to Impress.

Which would hopefully not happen. It was likely, given the number of Candidates, but given the number of eggs, the odds were balanced slightly. They'd see.

Walking into the Hatching Grounds, Kalin straightaway made a beeline for Aeriath. Scooping into a low bow, he spoke while his blood rushed to his head, saying something that sounded traditional and respectful. It was probably a butchering of some quote, written in some Record which he had read in the Turns past, but that was alright. "Golden Aeriath, I offer my greetings to you and Yours today, as well as to your fine eggs. If I may be permitted to Touch the eggs, I would be greatly appreciative." That couldn't be it, but he rose from the bow, anyways. Passing out from lack of blood to the brain would be bad. Not only may he miss the Touching, but he could get burned from the hot sand coming into contact with the bare skin of his face, or something of the like.

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The Weyr was a fascinating place. It had Essabellona captivated, as she wandered around, hoping not to get lost and working her way to new and different places. Since being led to the Dining Hall, she hadn't requested a guide anywhere, instead preferring to find her own way. It would help her remember better than being led around, and although it was less proficient, it was much more fun. Plus, it amused Query, as well: discovering the odd places that may have been left undiscovered by the pair if they had been escorted around.

She was attempting to find her way to the Infirmary- not because she was hurt, or anything of the like, but because she wanted to know where it was. What others may call 'hopelessly lost' Essa identified as 'bound to reach it sometime in the near future', and so she continued throughout the labrynth known as the Lower Caverns. The Northerner was walking down a nearly-deserted hall when a regal voice spoke in her mind, calling all candidates to the Hatching Grounds. Shells. She knew where that was... she knew... she just didn't know from here.

Forgetting about her search for the Infirmary, Essa focused on getting out of the caverns, and into the open air, where maybe she could find her way. Thankfully, it didn't take as long as she though it may. After only a few minutes, she found herself following a group of people who looked about her age and were chattering about the Touching into the Hatching Grounds. Apparently, even (and especially) for the weyr-people, this Touching was a huge thing. Essabellona still wasn't entirely sure was was going on, but that was alright. It was apparently a huge honor and she was excited to be included.

When she finally walked into the Hatching Grounds, the girl was confronted with the sight of people bowing to the massive golden dragon she'd seen on her first evening at the Weyr. After that, she registered the massive amount of large, mottled, beautiful eggs which were situated in the Sands. And not soon after that, she noted the heat of the Sands. Apparently, everyone had forgotten to mention to wear thick-soles to the Grounds. It seemed that everyone else had known. Stepping as lightly as she could, and probably looking a little absurd with her quick-step towards the queen, Essa made her way over and attempted to mimic the others.

"Golden... Aeriath. I know that I am but a stranger to you, a foreigner from the North, who is ignorant of many of your Weyr customs. However, I do realize that it is a great honor to be invited to a Touching, and therefore I request permission of you to Touch your fine eggs. My name, great queen, is Essabellona." At this, she attempted a bow, which was somewhat shaky, but not too terrible for someone who hadn't really needed to 'sweep a bow' prior to this. Actually, Essa thought that she did pretty well, both with the mini-monologue and the bow, all things considered. Still switching from foot to foot, she moved back a little, hoping to receive a signal as to how to proceed.

[Ise]

Dereo blinked as the voice boomed in his mind and couldn’t stop the shiver from going through him. It was odd to hear a voice in his mind and vaguely disturbing to him, the voice of the queen just didn’t seem right in his mind, not bad or anything but not right. He stood up and followed the other candidates as they all started to swarm towards the sands. His face was blank of all emotions as the young man couldn’t decide how he felt about all this. While the thought of being at an actual hatching was exciting, he was far less trusting that Expedition would actually be let go after this. If some of them did Impress, they would be forced to stay at the Weyr longer, they wouldn’t just let a new rider and his baby dragon go after all. And even then, what was a handful of dragons going to do against all the Thread in the North?

He sighed a little to himself, wondering if there was any way he could get out of this before he realized it was already too late. They had entered the hatching sands and Dereo’s breath caught in his throat as he looked around. Sure he had seen a few dragons as they had been led to the Weyr but now they were actually in the same ‘room’ as them. Two huge beasts that looked like they could eat him in a single bite. And then there were the eggs, dozens of eggs scattered on the sands. Even from this distance he could, what, hear them? feel them? He wasn’t sure how to describe the sensation. It was so new, so unique that he couldn’t put words to it. The beastcrafter finally noticed that at some point his feet had carried him to the line of candidates that waited to ask the gold drake permission to touch her eggs. He stood in front of her for a moment, trying to gather up his thoughts before he bowed to the queen, exposing the back of his neck that mimicked the way canines would act in front of a superior.

“Gold queen Aeriath, please allow me to touch and admirer your eggs.”
He spoke with his head down, his voice deep and clear though he was unsure if he had said the right sort of thing. If he did anger the dragon, he didn’t want to watch her claws coming towards. He stayed like that for a moment before deciding that he must have done something right. He glanced at the weyrleaders, wondering if he was suppose to say something to them as well. The woman was nice enough but Dereo didn’t trust D’seus. He walked by them, pausing a bit to give them a nod of greeting. It would be best to keep his mouth shut and let the other little lordlings talk to them instead.

He wasn’t sure what he should do now. He walked between the eggs, going near the gold egg. It was an impressive sight, one that even he understood what it was. He got within a few feet of it, just looking at it. How could he not want to be near it just once, just to see the shades of gold that started out dark and got lighter up the egg. It was beautiful to see, and such a rare thing too. He finally pulled himself away from it and started his slow walk again. He walked between the eggs, his hand reaching out to almost touch the shells but he never did. He let the emotions he felt from the eggs lead him. So many different things he felt just walking there, it made him think of the storm they had sailed through on the boat. Ups and downs, over and over until he stopped at one egg. Deep red-gold shell at the bottom that changed colors, orange, pink, yellow, blue. It wasn’t the colors that had caught Dereo’s eye but the calm that seeped from it. In a storm of wild emotions, this was the eye of calmness. His fingers lightly brushed across the shell, taking in the texture of it. He kneeled down in front of it, gently touching it, his lips moving in silent words as he took comfort in this egg.

*~*~*~*~

Akroma and Razia had been enjoying their evening meal when both of them heard the queen. The sisters looked at each other before quickly cleaning up and heading to the sands. Akroma wasn’t allowed onto the sands with her younger sister but she did her best to coach and remind the girl what to do.
“You have to show your respect to Aeriath.”
“I know, I remember.”
“And be sure you don’t move too quickly now.”
“Yes I-“
“And if you go near the queen egg, please be careful!”
Razia stopped and pressed a finger to her sister’s lips to get her to stop talking.
“Dear sweet sister, I know you’re trying to help me but please, I know what I have to do. Try not to worry so much or else I’ll start to worry.” Akroma nodded and stopped as they reached the entrance to the sands. Razia received a tight hug and a murmured ‘good luck’ before leaving her sister there by herself.

Razia took a breath and headed in along with the others. She wasn’t nervous really, she knew what was expected of her and more importantly knew what not to do. She was mostly just excited. She smoothed out her tunic as she waited for her chance to ask Aeriath permission to touch the eggs, wanting to make sure she looked nice and presentable for the queen. Nothing too flashy, and nothing too lose that might trip her, or anyone else, up. She forced her hands to her sides, not wanting to look too fidgety as she waiting, her excitement only growing until she was finally standing in front of the gold. She cleared her throat a little, hoping that her voice didn’t crack when she spoke.
“Beauitful Queen Aeriath, may I please touch this gorgeous clutch that you and the handsome Zorometh have created?” Once she had been given permission Razia slipped out of the way and looked around.

First she made her way to the golden queen egg. She was a girl therefore it was only right to pay her respects to the egg. It was a lovely egg, almost the same shade of gold as Aeriath was. She so badly wanted to touch it but resisted. With such a rare and precious egg Razia wanted to play it safe and not risk upsetting Aeriath by touching her golden daughter’s egg. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t talk to the egg. She spoke softly, voice just above a whisper.
“I hope you are growing strong in there little one, and that when you hatch that you’ll find your mate with ease.”

Razia slowly pulled herself away from the golden egg, letting out a little sigh. The egg put off such strong feelings! It made everything else around it seem so dull and boring for a few moments. But as the girl looked at the rest of the eggs she could feel the different sensations coming off of them. It was such a strange feeling! And each egg held its own beauty, the different swirls of color on them all made each egg unique. Razia found one that put off feelings that made her feel good. Razia wished she would have time to give each egg some of her attention, just to try and feel everything these little dragons were putting out. It was just an amazing and humbling things to be a part of.

[firethorne]

Lounging upon his bunk with Squall curled up on the pillow, Koldyn had been attempting to doze for the last candlemark. He had skipped dinner, preferring to stay in the barracks and get some extra sleep. However, despite his best efforts, sleep eluded the young holder, his mind whirring with far too many questions to settle down enough to slumber. It was easy to forget his current predicament when working at the ‘candidate chores’ he had been assigned, for they kept him busy and occupied, but when he was alone, when nothing had captured his attention, questions and worries began to plague the Igen mercilessly. When would they get to go home? Would the Weyrleaders ever give them a straight answer? Those questions and more tore at his conscience and haunted his waking dreams, to the point where Kol was getting less and less sleep at night. It was beginning to show, too.

The boy looked…terrible, if truth be told. Without rest he grew haggard, darkened half-circles appearing beneath his eyes and a scowl always set upon his features. Koldyn had always prided himself upon being a rather attractive individual, but that was fading quickly. If only he could find some peace of mind… Rolling over, trying to push those reflections from his mind, the Igen was started to hear a regal, feminine voice booming in his head, banishing any thoughts of sleep from his mind. So shocked he was from the unexpected words that the holder flailed in surprise, falling off his bunk to land comically right on his butt. A long, impressive string of curses followed that action, and Kol stood angrily, brushing dust off his pants.

His borrowed, coarse, ugly drudge pants the Headwoman had given him.

Scowling, the Igen began moving towards the door, making sure that his blue flit stayed in the barracks. He remembered that the pets were not allowed on the Sands, but that suited Squall just fine anyway. He was, unlike his bonded, enjoying a nice, long nap. Grumbling to himself, Koldyn strode towards the massive Hatching Cavern, running his hand through his hair. Nevarre had made it very clear that since this Touching was considered to be such an honor, it was vitally important for each member of the Expedition to appear flattered and grateful to be included. The young holder snorted to himself, rolling his eyes as he approached the cavernous entrance. It was a bunch of eggs some female dragon had popped out, what was the big deal? However, as Kol entered the Sands, he suddenly decided it was a very, very big deal after all.

The mottled, colorful eggs were…big to say the least, but they were nothing when compared to their massive parents. The gold sat curled around her clutch, regally observing those who entered and approached her. Abruptly, Koldyn did indeed find this to be an honor. Those eggs…those dragon eggs held these same majestic creatures inside, creatures who would one day hatch and find a partner among the candidates chosen for them. And, the Igen had been chosen as a candidate. Beginning to entertain a rather radical idea, the young holder suddenly wondered if he truly did have what it took to Impress a dragon. For the first time since arriving at Refuge, Kol had a fire inside. Yes, what if he could Impress? What if he, the worthless third son of a holder, found himself bonded to a majestic, powerful creature like this golden dragoness before him? How then could his father find his mission a failure? What could be more perfect to mend the relationship between the North and South than a Northern dragonrider?

Taking a breath, the young holder approached the dragoness and swept into a bow, an action he had practiced many, many time throughout his life. “Greetings, queen Aeriath. Would you give me the honor of touching your beautiful eggs?” Stepping away, never once lifting his head, Koldyn moved towards the Weyrleaders. To be perfectly honest, the gold intimidated him, as did her mighty bronze mate who watched them all warily. It was not a feeling he was exactly used to. “Greetings to you as well, Weyrleaders. I wish to express my gratitude for your generosity in allowing us such an honor and a privilege.” For once, Kol was grateful for his father’s long, dull sessions in etiquette and protocol. It was certainly working to his advantage here.

Moving towards Nevarre, the young holder paused, eyes sweeping over the clutch. What…what now?

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Enjoying dinner in the weyrhall while chatting with some new friends she had made, Phaerie suddenly jerked as the lovely, noble voice echoed through her mind, the sensation both odd and wonderful at once. The trader glanced around, noting similar expressions upon the faces of other candidates as well. Grinning, Phae quickly stood and dropped her dishes off, her appetite now gone as the prospect of an Egg Touching filled her with excitement. She had asked the weyr candidates about the Touching after having heard the word from the Candidate Master, who had in turn grown eager and wistful at once. Apparently, it was a once in a lifetime chance, and a very great honor.

Of course, just the thought of meeting the queen and her clutch was enough to make the trader giddy with anticipation, but not only that…she had been chosen by a blue dragon to Stand when the eggs hatched. That was…indescribable. Phaerie did not have the same reservations and questions that her leaders did, for deep down, the girl knew that the dragonriders would never do anything to truly harm her or any of the Expedition members. They seemed kind and honorable, and not the type to injure anyone unnecessarily. Was it possible? Could she really Impress a dragon? The girl sighed wistfully at the thought, willing it to be true. Phae had lived her entire life following her heart, and never considering the consequences. As it was now, for the trader did not think to reflect on any ill coming of this, and only dreamed of having a dragon of her own.

Entering the massive cavern, the girl felt her heart skip a beat at being so close to the gold. Now, Phaerie could see she was practically colossal, and her bronze was just as impressive and awe-inspiring. Swallowing, the trader approached the queen slowly, dipping in a shaky curtsy and keeping her head down. She did not think the dragoness would really hurt her, but the gold’s presence was immense and regal, and impossible to ignore. “Greetings to you, Lady Aeriath.” Phae’s voice trembled as she spoke, but she could still be heard. “I know I’m not worthy to Touch your eggs, but would you please allow me to do so? I would love to see the beautiful clutch.” Dragging in a shaky breath, the trader moved away, pausing to bow quickly at the Weyrleaders. “Thank you.” She said softly, then back away hastily. Would she be allowed?

[firethorne]

The Weyrwoman smiled as D’seus entered the Hatching Cavern, clearly having made all haste to arrive as quickly as possible after the gold called her mate. “Good evening, Weyrleader.” Raelwyn said warmly, wrapping her arms around the tall bronzerider in an affectionate embrace. Grinning as he spoke, feeling the excitement of the Touching as well, the queenrider laughed lightly, winking at the man. “Oh, she is that.” The lady replied, glancing at her dragoness fondly. “Ari is just feeling overprotective, is all. She is faring exceptionally well, though. She seems to be even healthier than she was before her Flight.” Which was true. The gold had never seemed to be happier or more energetic than she did these days. Shaking her head, the Weyrwoman regarded her companion with bright eyes, a sly smile curving her lips. “And just what did you plan on laying down for your side of the bet?” Rael asked, then turned her head slightly as she heard voices approaching. Ah, the candidates. Well, their betting would have to wait until later then. Pity.

As her mate entered, Aeriath replied to his croon with one of her own, arching her neck in pleasure. Everything was always so much more enjoyable with her bronze near. Hello Zorometh.She said coyly, flicking her tail at him flirtatiously. At his words, the gold felt her lips curl back slightly, and a low growl sounded in her throat. Only a fool would think to harm one of our eggs. The dragoness agreed, mindvoice particularly vicious as she spoke. Her wrath would indeed be terrible, should anyone be so unwise. As the candidates began to enter, the queen tilted her head to regard them all thoughtfully, crossing her front paws and appearing very much the lady before them. As each came before her and spoke, the gold weighed their words and their sincerity, pausing a moment or more before she replied.

The first to arrive was one of the strangers, a leader if she was not mistaken. Watching as he approached and spoke, Aeriath was silent for a moment. He seemed awed by her, which was good, and so she finally dipped her head slightly. You may, but see that you do not harm them. Remember it is a great honor, youngling. Treat it as such. When he moved away, the gold still regarded him silently, truly wondering if he was worthy. Time would tell.

As the next candidate approached, the queen would have smiled were it possible for a dragon to do so. The weyrborn girl had a pleasant voice, and she lowered her head slightly before replying. It is given. The dragoness replied, certain that this child would be gentle with her eggs.

Rather amused by the small boy who was next to speak, the gold reached down and nudged him with her nose, whirling eyes centered upon him. Honored perhaps, but not humbled in the least. Aeriath replied, mindvoice amused. I shall allow you, child. Do be careful. Nudging him again as he strode away, the dragoness found that she was rather enjoying herself. With Zorometh so near, she need not worry for her safety, nor the safety of her children, and so found she liked speaking to these candidates so intimately. It made her feel better about the future of her clutch.

Ah, yet another weyrbred girl was approaching, and Aeriath listened quietly while she spoke. Rather pleased with the child’s respectful words, the queen dipped her head graciously. Wise words for a youngling. I welcome you to meet my children, little one. Whirling eyes upon the girl, the gold had a feeling this one would certainly Impress.

Regarding yet another boy who spoke, the dragoness lowered her head and centered one whirling eye upon him. Greetings to you as well, child. Aeriath said, watching him with what seemed to be a welcoming gaze. Here was another who pleased her in his words, and she rumbled softly. You shall be permitted. They are indeed fine eggs. The gold agreed, straightening as she watched more candidates enter.

Blinking at the girl who approached, well-aware that she was another stranger, the queen felt her body stiffen. She was still wary of these Northerns around her clutch. As the child spoke, Aeriath slowly felt her muscles relax, rather impressed with such a heartfelt speech. Perhaps not all of the strange ones were bad. Greetings, Essabellona. The gold replied, and her rider did a double-take when she heard the dragoness actually call the girl by name. What the…shards? You have my blessing to approach my children. Be welcome on my sands, child. She liked this one.

This boy, she reflected, was quite humble, that was certain. Watching the next candidate, another stranger, bow to her, Aeriath noted that he never even lifted his head. Rather meek, that, and so she reached down and blew a warm breath upon the boy. I shall allow you. Do be careful, youngling. The queen replied gently.

As the next candidate approached, a girl who was of Refuge, the gold dipped her head in acquiescence. Gorgeous it is, little one. You may. Aeriath said, certain that she would be careful as well.

Yet another stranger approached her, and this one was the other leader, she knew. Aeriath watched him warily, noting he seemed sincere in his bow and his words. He, too, never lifted his head, and so the gold paused a moment before replying, It is a mighty honor, indeed. See to it that you are careful with my children, youngling. A soft growl accompanied her words to drive her point home.

The next stranger, a girl, was much more pleasant, and the queen watched her quietly. Greetings, child. You may, just do be careful. Aeriath hummed for a moment to encourage the obviously nervous girl, and then lifted her head to survey the gathered candidates regally.

They all seemed to be waiting for…something, except for a couple who were already moving among her eggs, and so the gold lifted her head and a gave a silvery trumpet that sounded suspiciously like laughter. What are you waiting for, younglings? You cannot have cold feet on such hot sands. My clutch is quite safe to touch, just be gentle. Now go and meet our children. Nudging the closest candidate towards the eggs softly, Aeriath was rather amused at the whole group. Watching closely, the queen became more alert as some approached her precious golden daughter, and the dragoness curled her lip, baring her fangs slightly at anyone who came near the egg. They had best be particularly careful with that one.

[kaemi]

Yes, Aisynn was weyrbred. She had grown up at Refuge, around dragons. Her parents were not dragonriders, but many of her friends' parents were, and she had heard a dragon's mindvoice before. It wasn't a common thing, by anyone's reckoning, but it wasn't so rare. Especially as a collective group-call, like Aeriath's call to the candidates only a few minutes previously. However, it was a rare thing, indeed, when a golden queen dragon bespoke one person who was not Their Own, or one favored.

Her amusement from her brother was wiped away quickly when the queen's voice addressed her, directly- and she even moved her head to acknowledge her! Hands clasping together, Aisynn nodded deeply to the great gold. What an honor. What a magnificant thing! Smiling from ear to ear, she turned to her brother. "She bespoke you, as well, didn't she? Oh, that's fantastic!" Recognizing that she was acting a fair bit giddy, she attempted to take a calming breath, forcing her hands apart and turning towards the eggs. Official permission made it even more amazing- the idea that she would truly be able to touch the eggs!

"Alright," she muttered to herself. "Which egg first?" Her indecision hindered her briefly, until the gold bespoke her again- this time, though, it seemed to be that she had done so to everyone on the Sands. Almost everyone moved forward, and began mingling with the eggs. Aisynn went to the Sweet Love Egg, enthralled by its soft coloring. She did love the color pink. It didn't take much to level herself with the egg, and she tentatively lay her hand upon it, starting a little when she realized the calmness that overtook her wasn't necessarily her own. How sweet!

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It was true- Kalindan was a little intimidated when Aeriath crooked her head to stare straight at him. Her faceted eye whirled, and it made him wish to take a step (or three) back. However, her mindvoice was quick to soothe him, and he smiled up at the gold only moments later. "Thank you, great queen," he said, before turning to the eggs. The Candidate needed no more encouragement after the gold bespoke the Candidates as a group, urging them to Touch the eggs. If she was alright with it, then he would go on and lay his hand on the shells.

"Think of it as a ratio," he told himself inaudibly. "There will probably be more greens than anything else, and then blues, and then browns, and the bronzes, with the queen egg. So if you go to the larger eggs, and stay away from the smallest, then you'll have very fine odds of familiarizing yourself with, possibly, your lifetime companion."While he wasn't as confident as some that he would Impress, he wasn't self-conscious enough to think that he was incapable. The odds were pretty decent that he might, and his father, and grandfather, and so on- they were all riders. So it was in the blood. The Records obviously showed that those who had ancestral ties to dragons were more likely to Impress.

Thus, Kalin went to the first egg with confidence. The Thunderous Sky Egg was the first one he approached, and he crouched down to reach it. Tracing the pattern of the colors on it, he spent a moment or two working up the courage, before finally laying his entire hand gently on the side. A pulse of power raced up his arm- it was a heady sort of experience, and he spent another few moments absorbing it before he stood. Interesting. Moving on.

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Essabellona found herself amazed when the gold responded directly to her. Maybe it was a common thing. She wasn't from the Weyr- she hadn't even been sure that dragons existed until a few days ago. So even though the weyr kids may find it commonplace, she found it to be brilliant. Grinning, she thanked Aeriath and moved away from the queen, eager to begin Touching the eggs as directed. She went straight to The Magic Mystery Egg and, copying what the rest of the kids from the Weyr were doing, laid her hand gently on the top of it.

She wasn't really expecting anything, and was therefore pleased and surprised when a feeling of deep connection and pride araose between herself and the egg. Was it the egg? Or was it the dragonet? Lifting her hand, she felt the connection disappear almost completely, until it was only a ghost of remembrance. So it was the egg, or the dragonet, doing it, and not an actual connection. Did all the eggs do that? Coming in like this without preamble was a little disconcerting, but it was definitely interesting. So she moved to the next egg.

The Benign Creator Egg was more of a cheerful contrast, which matched her current mindset perfectly. Grinning, Essa ghosted her hands across the surface, glad to watch the rings of color that circled around the egg. It captured her attention for a good amount of time, and she really liked it! However, again, she was ready to move on within a few minutes. It didn't seem like you were supposed to stay a long measure of time with each egg, and Essa found it quite amusing to see which egg would give off which emotion. Or which dragonet, or whatever the terms were supposed to be.

[kira]

Merielle had found the last week in the Weyr to be a little overwhelming. There were so many people, and all of them strangers - save for Toyi, but she didn't wish to be any sort of encumbrance on the Rider's time. She was probably busy with drills and training and the other things that full Riders were required to do. Meri had kept busy herself with the chores assigned to Candidates, but it was still all so awkward. So many closed-in spaces in the tunnels and caves of the Weyr - unexpected for a place that was home to such great aerial creatures - and she had to admit it was getting to her a little. She missed the wind in her hair and the sun on her face as she worked, but she wasn't one to complain.

She had been shy during both lessons and chores, barely making more than smalltalk with a couple of the other Candidates who were there - despite her honest wish to speak with them more. Her tendency to creep off to be in the open air during meal and breaktimes probably didn't aid her much on that, but she could only handle being cooped inside for so long. Perhaps...if she Impressed, then maybe her future work would put her back in the open air again. Just for that chance, she decided quickly...it was all worth it.

She had been sitting there eating with a couple of the other Candidates, listening to them swap stories but not piping up much herself, but eventually felt the need to wander outside again. The sky was turning a beautiful color, and would only get more lovely as the sun began to set in earnest. And then she felt the voice in her mind, and her breath caught. It was beautiful and regal, and she almost missed the words it conveyed simply in wonder of it. But when that moment of wonder passed, she was struck with another. Candidates were being called to touch the eggs - and she was one of them!

Turning quickly, she made to hurry her way there and not keep the queen waiting. Sadly, she turned a little too quickly and tripped on a rock, throwing her to her hands and knees. She hissed in pain as she felt little scrapes form on the heels of her hands and on both knees. Biting her lower lip and breathing harshly through her nose, she picked herself up and surveyed the damage. Her hands were fine; a little scraped, but would be fine with a quick wash and maybe something to wrap them in later on. One knee was only lightly scraped, red but not bleeding; the other knee, however, had a ragged gash on it that was starting to drip blood down her leg.

Mentally cursing her luck, she made her way to a washroom and set about cleaning her hands and knee. If they got infected, she wouldn't be able to stand. And it probably wouldn't do to go before the queen covered in blood. She bit her lip and ignored the pain as she gently washed any dirt from the scratches. Her skirt was already ruined - torn through where her knees were - so she just ripped a small bit off the bottom to wrap around her hurt knee.

She was definitely going to be late now, and a part of her was already despairing over the fact that it might prevent her from getting to Touch the eggs now. Hiking up her skirts a little, she set off briskly - not running, lest she trip again - and steadily toward the Hatching Sands.


.o0O0o.


Ziridech mouthed a string of curses as loudly as he was able. Which wasn't very loudly, since the only sounds that escaped were the few quiet ones made by the mouth alone.

He...was lost...again. AGAIN!!!

Whirling around to a new corridor - that looked exactly the same as every other bloody corridor, in his opinion - he set off again on his trek to find where the Hatching Sands were. He had walked his way there at least once a day from the Barracks, just to make sure he had it in his mind for when he needed to get there, but of all times the call had come...when he was wandering around trying to make a mental map. (Which he was beginning to think it would be a better idea to get some paper or a small bit of hide and making a drawn map instead.)

There were always people around...except when he was hopelessly lost. Like now. Of course. But wait, what was that? Dashing and peeking around a corner, Zir's face lit up like a toddler on Turnover. He recognized that girl from lessons! Stepping out and waving her down, he managed to pantomime pointing in every which direction and looking confused.

Luckily, Meri got the point and nodded with a smile, waving at him to follow her. A few twists and turns later (that Zir knew he would never be able to find his way back through), they were finally at the entrance to the Sands, catching their breath. The line was almost depleted, but it was a little bit of a welcome sight to realize that they weren't...completely...late. Sort of.

Meri tentatively went first - unaware of the little copper smudge on her chin or the way her hair had erupted into almost-curls again from the humidity, or the torn hem of her skirt and the just-visible makeshift bandages made more apparent from her grip on her skirts - and curtsied as best she could to the queen. Part of her brain told her it was a better idea to keep her head down the whole time, but after her curtsy she couldn't help but stare wide-eyed. She was magnificent! Beautiful and awe-inspiring, definitely. Meri had only gotten to see green Alyrath up close thus far, so the sheer size of the great gold was enough to catch her breath for a moment. She'd always felt more at ease around the giant beasts of runners she had grown up with, able to speak more freely to them than other humans since none of them would offer her malice for it. Though the great beings that were dragons were far superior in mind and presence...it was still a bit easier to think of talking to one. Blinking, then flushing since she wasn't certain how long she'd simply stared in awe, she quietly intoned, "Great Queen Aeriath, it is an honor to have been called to stand in your presence. My name is Merielle and even...even if none of your children finds me worthy, I would still be most honored to be granted permission to touch their eggs and to offer them a warm regard." She lowered her head again, biting her lip harshly - waiting, almost, for a rejection. For the queen to call her unworthy after all, just like her sister had so many times. She had been late, after all. Not that she could help it, but there were no excuses.

Zir...Zir was not in a happy place right now. He should be! He really should! Just...one small problem. How on Pern was he supposed to ask permission? He did recall that it seemed like that one Searching blue that had bespoken him first had heard him...he wasn't sure if he should presume that was generally the case. And would it be polite to do such to the queen?

Shoving down his panic, he got out his little slate and neatly jotted down a few lines. Somewhat sheepishly, he tugged on the other girl's sleeve slightly. When she blinked at him in surprise, he bit his lip and motioned apologetically to the slate and then to the dragon. Nodding, Meri took the slate and read it for him.

Bowing low and with great respect - though not so extravagantly to be mistaken for mockery - he straightened and mouthed the words along as Meri spoke them, his hands moving unconsciously in the symbols he'd used to 'speak' to friends and family over the years. Meekly, he attempted to somehow also open his mind, to let his words be there if the queen wished to 'hear' them. "Glorious Queen Aeriath, I should wish that it was only your presence that rendered me speechless now, and that I should recover soon to request your permissions - but I fear that will not be so. I come before you with words and no voice for them, but a heart that would still ask of you the chance to touch the eggshells of your already-beautiful children. I am at your service and your whim, and pray only that you will offer me direction." Sketching a respectful bow the the Weyrleaders in turn, he tried to await the response as calmly as possibly while his heart hammered in his ears. Luckily, he wouldn't need those if he were to get a response.

[HG]

The Weyrleader was equally amused by the Candidates. They entered onto the Sands like it was sacred ground, which was as it should be. The Candidate Master had instilled enough fear to get the point across it seemed. He was mostly pleased thus far by the youngster's ability to say what needed to be said to the Queen. D'seus was also glad that his own dragon had put the Queen at ease. She seemed to be enjoying herself.

Zorometh never took his eyes off of the Candidates. When they scattered to touch the eggs he had a clear view of the entire clutch. So far no one had done anything to upset him or his mate. The Bronze seemed ready to fly at any moment should he think any of the eggs or the Queen were in danger. The young ones seemed quite aware of their situation though and the Bronze felt very good about that.

--

The Queen bespoke him again and this time, only him. Indeed it was a great honor and he would be very careful. It was only after he stood staring at the eggs for a moment that he realized he was expected to touch them now. As Koldyn approached him, he smiled. “I think now its time to just, pick one out and touch it...” He spoke as if he was in a dream. Nevarre had not ever thought he would actually be here at the Weyr and certainly not standing as a Candidate. In his thoughts about the Weyr he found himself drawn to the egg that was most like the Queen's egg. There was no doubt in his uneducated mind that it was Bronze.

The Sovereign Sun Egg was one of the brightest eggs and did stand out quite a bit. Trembling slightly his hand reached out to the egg. Placing his palm flat on the surface suddenly he felt the strangest emotions pulsing within. He stopped trembling immediately succumbing to the calm and self assurance the egg was giving off. Nevarre was unsure how long he stood there touching the egg but felt a strange need to sever the connection between the two of them. Slowly his hand came away from the egg and back to his side. He was unsure how to feel about the egg. It was a bit overpowering and overwhelming to feel things so strongly that were not his own feelings.

Looking around he thought he might try again. The others seemed to be getting into things well. As he perused the options another egg stood out to him, The Bitter Vengeance Egg. The colors on the egg were harsh and seemed to clash, from rusty orange to pale white yellos the egg seemed quite a bit smaller than the last one he touched but not by far the smallest. This time his hand did not tremble as he reached out again. His palm on the egg he was again hit with a feeling of aloofness. How could an egg feel it was better than him? He was quite sure he was better than an egg, Especially an odd one like this one. Then another feeling flooded from the egg, righteousness. Well he did not know how an egg could be that either as it did not think. This sent him to wondering if the feelings came from the egg or the dragonet within. While he pondered his hand remained on the egg and this time he seemed to forget it was even there.

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As expected the Queen was quite gracious and permitted her to see the eggs without much ado. Shy as she was, Vaylee knew that it was only natural to want to touch the Queen Egg. The young woman walked gracefully toward the largest egg in the clutch. The Golden shade of the egg was more beautiful up close. Suddenly feeling that she was being watched or even weighed she stopped. Deciding after a moment that it was worth this feeling simply to touch the Gold Egg she continued. Her hand came to the shell with the softest of touches. Feelings of power and confidence overwhelmed her. She felt herself out of her element here and even as she felt she should be happy to have touched the egg, Vaylee became rather fearful. She took her hand away quickly as if she had been burnt by something.

She walked away from the Gold egg slightly disappointed in her reaction. Why should she feel so scared of the power the Queen was emitting. There was nothing wrong with having power. It had felt good to be that confidant but she knew that within herself her confidence was always a bit shaky. What Queen would impress to someone shy and nervous? None and there was her answer. She was not meant for a Gold despite her wish to prove that she was more than just a pretty face and pretty voice. There were other eggs she reassured herself. Though women rarely impressed to anything but Gold.

A smaller egg, the gentle healing egg, which seemed a bit less vividly colored than the others drew her in next. Up close she could see the beauty of the egg light blue with rings of gray and blue and light gold spots around the bottom. She was taken in and without much thought behind the action, touched the egg, as gently as ever. A more composed, calm feeling spread throughout her. After feeling so down about the Gold the egg seemed to be more understanding of her gentle, sweet nature, though she took her hand away shortly after touching it. Someone else would probably want to touch it.

--

Laughing at the Queen's comments back to him he walked around the eggs, as if trying to decide what to do with himself. “I think I better go see what that ones all about. Looks rather strange...” Orisyn commented as he walked away from his sister. The egg was colored with murky grays and muted blues swirling above a black foundation. Streaks of yellow and red showed on the upper half and if one looked closely lines of white ran throughout the eggs shell. So strange was the Relentless Destruction Egg in appearance that he could not help but reach out and touch it.

He felt that he wanted to laugh and run around smashing the other eggs suddenly and shook his head. What in the name of Faranth was this egg about? The feeling that he could do whatever he wanted without care or concern for others. He was strangely empowered by it and that made him wonder at himself. Orisyn was not a mean person and would never believe that he could crunch any egg. The one he touched had a serious dark side and he was more than willing to part with it.

Orisyn went far enough away from that egg that his cheeks were not flushing anymore when he came to the next one. The Lightening King Egg. It was also unusual in appearance. For some reason he was drawn to the ones who looked different. This egg was larger than the other and upon its shell dark and light grays swirled into what looked like thunderclouds and flashes of yellow ran throughout it. This time he was even more uncertain what the egg would do to him. More timid than the last time but by no means about to tremble or show anything resembling fear, he placed his hand on the shell. In doing so he was suddenly struck by feelings of valor. Thoughts of all the people he could save and what duties he could preform in allegiance to the Weyr sprung to him. He was also faced with an indomitable self will. He himself was rather stubborn but got the feeling this egg was much more mature than he ever intended on being. At least this was an improvement he thought as he backed away from the egg.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Jerezen had been sprawled unceremoniously across his new lodgings. His hair was plastered to his still hot skin, and his head felt like it was bound to rupture at any time without any given warning. The young harper-in-training had fallen ill shortly after their arrival at the Weyr. At first Jerezen had been convinced that he had come down with some horrendous disease that Southern was well known for, but instead the Healers here had told him that it was a sever case of influenza. With his body in its weakened state the healers had insisted that he try his best not to catch anything else by roaming around, and usually Jerezen was apt to listen to their advise. However, now wasn't the time to dawdle and sit idle. Jerezen had to go see the eggs. The queen who had lain them was being gracious enough to let the outsiders see and touch her clutch.

Stripping off his soiled clothes, Jerezen swayed unsteadily on his feet before diving into his bags to find new clothes. After he had been properly changed, Jerezen washed his face in a small basin filled with water and slicked his hair back into a short pony-tail that he hoped would hide the fact that it looked greasy and stuck to his sweaty neck. He had been feeling better for a few days and he hoped dearly that his newfound strength wouldn't leave him. Fainting in front of those pompous weyrbrats who were years younger than him made Jerezen grimace with distaste. With a toss of his pulled back hair, Jerezen strode out of his room with a confident swagger that made him look only slightly drunk as he swayed unsteadily on his feet.

Upon reaching the hatching chamber and stepping on the burning Sands, Jerezen made his way towards the Gold that hovered protectively over her eggs and gave a small inclination of his head. Had he been able to, Jerezen would have bowed with a flourish and cheeky grin that showed both obedience and amusement. Unfortunately, given the circumstances, bowing was out of the questions. The act of bending that low would only bring a wave of dizziness and nauseousness. His head nod would have to do.

"Ma'am, would it be impudent of me to ask permission to touch your clutch? Songlore does not tell me if my sickness threatens your children, and I have no desire to inadvertently cause one young developing dragons harm."

~I made up for a reason Jerezen hasn't been at the threads you already held. I was sick, so making him sick was the only thing I could think of. If I need to change any of the information in my post regarding his illness, I will.~

[snowdrop]

The voice that blossomed in her mind took Galeda by surprise. Such surprise, in fact, she missed her stitch and poked her finger with the needle. Covering the temptation to say a very unlady-like curse by shaking her hand, the slender girl looked about the table at which she sat at off to the corner of the kitchen area. Her mind registered what it had been, but it did take her a moment to truly believe it. Gold Aeriath was summoning them...! Excitement began to bubble at her as she gathered up her sewing things back into her little basket, waiting for a drudge to move out of her path as she neatly exited the kitchen. She had eagerly attended the candidate lessons the Weyr had allowed her and the other Northerners, taking it all to heart. Dragons truly were fascinating.

She was quick to drop off her basket and pull on a thicker pair of boots, tying her hair back as she began to make way to the Hatching Grounds. If the Queen allowed her, she would actually be allowed to touch the eggs! Imagine! It was such an honor to even be allowed to get a glimpse the eggs, let alone actually get close enough to touch one. As she began to walk upon the sands, she was pleased to note she was decently among the first to come. While her heart fluttered with a brief fit of nervousness, she truly was overcome by awe.

Aeriath was beautiful. Truly, wonderfully so. Of course, Galeda had seen her before but...not this close up. And she came even closer, bowing to the glorious gold.

"Queen Aeriath, it's indeed a pleasure to approach you." Galeda stood back up properly again, a confident, strong, but calm figure before the queen. "You really are a sight to behold. It's no guess that your children will be just as lovely--and handsome," she said with a true smile, dipping her head to Aeriath's bronze mate. He was a wonder to her eyes as well! So strong, and big, and confident. "I would be honored if you would allow me to get to know your children," Galeda said back to the gold, her eyes all but shinning in wonder and excitement. She took a few step away to regard the Weyrleaders.

"Weyrleaders, a good day to you. You must be extremely proud," she said, motioning with a graceful delicacy over the gold and bronze, then to the colorful, delightful display of eggs sitting humbly in their spots along the warmth of the hot sands. Her nervousness was gone now; she was comfortable here next to the dragons, and found it rather easy to address the two weyrleaders.

[franny]

Osaris was in awe of the dragons. Their beauty and grace in the sky had her sitting around starring at them with an open mouth until she remembered to close her mouth. She felt as if she was in a dream, and any moment she might wake up to find that dragons still didn't exist. If it was a dream though, it was the best and most realistic dream she had ever had.

Then, cam a voice in her head, and Osaris jumped. She was lost in thought when she heard the voice telling her to go to the sands, and who wouldn't jump with a strange voice interrupted your thoughts and didn't even have a body?

Cautiously Osaris moved down toward the sands with her fingers nervously moving at her side. She was scarred of the sands. She was told that the gold dragon guarded them and would kill anyone who entered that she didn't like.

Upon entering the sands, she looked around, and realized many candidates and other expedition members were already here. She was slow, or overly cautious since she didn't see any dead bodies on the ground, but of course those were probably cleaned up as soon as the golden queen killed the ones who didn't please her.

"Most glorious golden queen," she began with her eyes looking at the sands. She peaked up at the huge dragon and almost stuttered as she finished her question, "p-please let me touch your beautiful and wonderful eggs."

If she was laying it on thick, Osaris didn't notice. She was having trouble controlling the awe and wonder in her face. She was still enamored with the dragons. They were amazing, and she wasn't sure she would ever get over her love of the creatures.

[Dragon]

Solera

She heard the voice in her mind, and had to stop and look around. She'd never heard the voice, or anything but her own thoughts, in her mind before. She saw a few others that had been 'Searched' for the Queen's clutch moving to the Hatching Grounds that had been pointed out to her. She informed her task master that she was called to the sands to touch the Eggs, and easily dismissed from her duty. She stared at the person's back for a long second before shrugging her shoulders and left. She had doubts about standing as a 'Candidate' for the eggs. She didn't feel obliged to stand, but she felt a bit coerced. She didn't tell any of the others about her thoughts, but she thought too that it would be an good learning experience.

She walked onto the sands and stopped in her tracks. She'd never been near the sands during any of her chores, so she'd never caught a glimpse of the eggs. But now, she felt like nothing else up to this point mattered. Everything else was infinitely smaller in comparison to the eggs she was seeing now. She stood off to the side of the entrance for a moment, watching to see what the other Candidates did before moving closer to the eggs. She walked up to the Queen, but discreetly made sure to not get too close. She looked up at the Queen, her eyes alight with sincere curiosity. She had never seen a Dragon before, much less a Queen, and thought that Aeriath was stunning. "I wish permission to touch your lovely eggs, beautiful Queen."

Anaryn

She was sitting in the Infirmary, holding her preciously small baby girl, who'd she named Arayn. Naming her daughter after herself, instead of after the bastard that had lied to her and gotten her pregnant. Though, now, she didn't really care. And despite hearing the voice in her mind, she didn't want to leave her baby girl. She was glad to have the whole ordeal over with and done. And she was very happy to have a healthy baby, despite Arayn being prematurely born. At birth, Arayn had weighed 4 pounds and six ounces. And Anaryn had been down right terrified to even hold her baby girl. She was so afraid of dropping her or holding her too tightly. But after a short time, she'd finally felt comfortable enough to hold her daughter without worrying about doing the baby harm.

After a few more moments, she stood up and handed Arayn over to a Nanny, and quietly watched as the Nanny took over holding and rocking her daughter. Despite being Searched for the eggs on the sands, Anaryn was torn between her daughter and the chance of her life to possibly impress to one of the babies from the eggs. But she knew in the end, that she would make the right choice, when the time came. But for now, she'd let herself worry and fret over her daughter. She wished that she had parents to see her daughter, her real parents, but she'd have to settle with missing her foster parents instead. She quickly left the creche and hurried to the sands. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her face drained of all color. She'd not seen the eggs, either, since they'd been clutched.

Fear crept up her spine. She was not sure about touching the eggs. Would she accidentally break one of them, and hence the Queen eat her? She wouldn't want that to happen. Being around the Dragons made her uneasy. She had steadily grown acustomed to them, but not comfortable in their presence. She was sure that her daughter would be looked after, should anything happen to her, but she wasn't completely sure about her own safety. She walked up slowly to the Queen, her body trembling slightly from her fear. "M-may I t-touch your e-eggs, Queen Aeriath?"

[firethorne]

Watching the candidates sharply, her whirling eyes piercing, Aeriath tilted her head slightly as two more candidates arrived, a male and female. Focusing her attention upon them, though still keeping one eye on those moving amongst her clutch, the queen lowered her head and regarded the two with a keen gaze. The girl looked frazzled, to be honest, and judging from the bandages and torn clothing, she had either gotten into a fight or took a tumble. Reaching out slightly with her mind, probing at the girl’s conscience, the gold was willing to bet the latter was more the case. The candidate was staring at her now, obviously in awe, and the queen mentally smiled. Rumbling low in her chest, the great dragoness lowered her head even further until her nose was almost in the girl’s face. Greetings, child. Aeriath said, her mindvoice silky and comforting. She had always had a very pleasant voice, certainly. It is an honor, indeed. You are welcome, youngling. You may proceed.

Lifting her head slightly, the gold then regarded the other candidate, the male, who was not speaking yet. For a moment, the dragoness stared at him curiously, especially once he pulled out a…a…well, something twolegs used to communicate without speaking. The terminology escaped her for the moment, but she understood it’s usage. Aeriath watched the two with evident confusion, though she did slightly dip her head in acknowledgement of his bow, even further perplexed when he straightened and mouthed the words alongside the girl. Blinking as the words were read, understanding dawned upon the queen, and she stared at the boy intently. So, here was a child who could not speak. Did that make him unworthy of her children? Certainly not. Even the mighty gold herself did not speak with her tongue, for there were other ways of making oneself heard, even if you did not possess a mindvoice to do it with. Staring at the mute candidate, Aeriath nodded. Be welcome, here, child. Dragons do not need words to know your heart. Watching the two, the queen found herself hoping the boy did Impress, for a dragon would give him a tongue when life had otherwise robbed him of it.

Snapping her head to the side, the gold watched one of the girls approach her precious golden daughter, and Aeriath growled lightly, curling one lip slightly so her teeth were easily seen. The girl was welcome to do so, but the queen still would warn all those who sought to touch her most beloved egg that upmost care was mandatory. Tilting her head slightly to the side, the dragoness watched the candidate go, noting her fear. Hmm.

Another candidate arrived then, as it were, a male who looked slightly worse for the wear. His words quickly supplied a reason for his appearance, and the queen lowered her head to watch him. The boy still seemed to be feeling rather ill at the moment, and she secretly hoped he would be well in time for the hatching. Only candidates that were in prime health were allowed to stand for Impression. You may approach, stranger. Diseases that attack the human body cannot affect dragonkind, should that interest you. Take care among my eggs, child, and attempt to regain your health quickly. It was well-wish from the queen, though perhaps it would not sound like it. He was a Northerner, after all, and she was not quite as warm with them as she was those of the South.

Shifting in delight as even more candidates entered, the great dragoness felt excitement bubble inside her. She was truly enjoying this. Perhaps more than she should have. Feeling a shudder of pleasure ripple through her at this girl’s greeting, Aeriath lowered her head and nosed the candidate gently, whirling eyes focused upon her face. This one was from the North as well, but there was something she liked about this one, much like she had taken a fondness to Essa. I truly am, that is certain. The gold agreed, rumbling low in her chest. Meet my children, youngling. You are welcome.

Now, her regard centered upon the next to approach, another stranger. This one seemed awe-struck by her indeed, and the dragoness could have laughed had she possessed a human mouth. It was delightful to see so many younglings enamored with her. Of course, who could blame them? She was rather magnificent, after all, as was her bronze mate and her gorgeous children. Beautiful and wonderful they are, child. A sight to behold, indeed. You may proceed. Dipping her head slightly to the girl, Aeriath shifted slightly, her tail curling over the sands and whipping close to the feet of the several candidates. Rumbling lowly in amusement, for it was all in good fun, the dragoness regarded those who moved amongst her clutch. Ah, which would Impress, and which…were unworthy? Only her children could answer that.

Glancing down as the girl who had been standing at the entrance finally approached, the dragoness regarded her silently while the candidate gave her query. Another Northerner. She had not bowed, like the others. You may. Be careful with my children. Aeriath admonished. She had a feeling the candidate master had already taken care of such preliminaries, but she did not doubt that the order of a large golden queen would perhaps have a more lasting effect than that of a twoleg male.

Now this one, the gold reflected, seemed rather afraid of her. One from the North, she was, the one who had started to clutch the instant she had entered Refuge. That had been an eventful day, certainly. Aeriath watched the girl, trembling and stuttering, and the dragoness was torn between comforting the new mother and teasing her. Her maternal side won out, however, and the queen responded easily. You may, just do be careful. Remember, I love my children just as much as you love your daughter. Ah, would they now wonder just how much a queen knew of her weyr? Perhaps. Refuge belonged to Aeriath, after all. She was the gold of her weyr, and nothing escaped her.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Jerezen felt a wave of relief crash over him at the permission he was granted by the Queen mother. Bowing as lowly as he could without toppling over in a most undignified manner, Jerezen quickly moved away to let the other candidates have their say to the Gold. Looking around, Jerezen looked for an egg that interested him. He knew better than to even think of approaching the egg that contained the Gold. Males didn't Impress Golds, period.

Instead Jerezen moved closer to the eggs that looked smaller than the rest. They were nice to look at and felt smooth and firm to the touch. A lot of the other candidates looked like they wanted to try and touch the larger eggs, but Jerezen really felt no desire to move close to the larger eggs. Big eggs usually meant big dragons, and Jerezen didn't really think he could handle a large color.

As he ran his hand lightly over his forth or fifth egg- things were satrting to blur together- Jerezen felt a wave of dizziness pass over him, and he leaned heavily against the egg next to him. After the nausea passed, Jerezen looked over at the egg to get a better look at it. Then feeling incredibly silly, but obliged, Jerezen apologized to it. If asked about it, he could pass it off as fever.

Continuing on his journey through the numerous eggs, jerezen hadn't really seen any that caught his eye more than the one he had leaned on. It just seemed that much more personal when he knew that the egg had supported him instead of toppling over. Jerezen knew he was being quite silly, but he was sick and had a right to act and think in a scatter-brained manner.

Coming to a stop before the same egg yet again. Jerezen decided to simply stand there a bit and try to decide what made this egg more special to him than all the others out of this respectively large clutch.