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Post by Lark on Nov 27, 2011 19:27:01 GMT -5
It had been ages it seemed since she had first clutched. Loraketh let a heavy sigh go as she looked at her handy work, her head tilting to one side as it rested on her front paws. Well, at least they were hardened now, and most likely they would hatch soon. She was getting more and more paranoid about the southern riders and their browns. Something was about to happen, of this she was sure. A Queen just knew things, and though she was acting more like a fickle green at times, she was still a gold. Crooning as her daughter's egg wobbled a bit, she righted the egg and licked its shell, a loving form of a kiss. No one would ever harm it, she wouldn't let it happen, neither would her brother. Curling her tail back around the eggs, Loraketh hissed as a shadow moved at the edges of her site. You shouldn't sneak around like that Mine...I might have taken you for a Southern rider. Inali shook her head, moving to caress the egg between Loraketh's feet before rubbing the Queen's eye ridges. "You know that I know, you'd never harm one of them...unless they did something to these ones. I don't think that'd happen. Things are tense...but they're working out...I think." The Weyrwoman truly wasn't sure though. On the one hand she wanted to say that everything was fine, that no one was going to get hurt. On the other, she was as paranoid as her dragoness, or perhaps because of her dragoness, or her dragoness because of her. If you keep like that, I'll make you leave. You're hurting my head with all those thoughts. Inali gave a weak laugh and snuggled into the dragoness' arm and against her chest. It was warm here, and comfortable. Loraketh bent her head down to form a shell around Hers. Do I have to? Inali tilted her head back to look into the Gold's eyes. Have to what my dear? The gold snorted, flicking her tail in irritation. I know what's on your mind LiliMine. You're thinking of how difficult it'd be to get me to allow candidates to see my children. Do I have to? Inali shrugged her shoulders, looking off into the distance. "Only if you want to love, only if you want to...though I think that Southern Queen that clutched before we went over there let her candidates see her chi..." CANDIDATES REPORT TO THE STANDS RIGHT NOW! Inali's chuckle echoed in the silence that rang out after the Queen's outburst. (Ooc: Okay, so we're doing a new way of egg touching. Below are all the eggs in the clutch. Your candidate gets to go to as many as they want, and staff members will reply to the candidate as the touched egg. It's a final way for us to make matches, so have them on their best behavior...of not. Loraketh is getting hungry anyways  ) .:THE EGGS:.  The Wayward Friend Egg: Something is off about this tiny egg. Though not the smallest of the clutch, it's pretty darn close. It comes and goes, being loving and then suddenly disappearing right when you think you've made a connection to it.  The Unthinkable Happinstance Egg: Oh my! That's all there is to say about this egg. It darts from shy love, to cruel hatred quickly. It's a split personality, that anyone can see. It's probably why Loraketh shoved it to the most outer reaches of the clutch.  The Dualities Egg: At first, this egg seems aloof, distant and unapproachable, yet underneath is something more. Friendliness perhaps? Maybe, maybe not.  The Innocent Egg: Gentle, soft, innocence. This egg could do no wrong, and surely you couldn't either. It is incredibly naive it seems, and has a permanent feeling of youth. It seems fitting for the smallest egg of the bunch.  The Poisoned Apple Egg: When first touched, this rather rough egg is curious and even gentle... but it will suddnely change to something sly and a bit oily, moving into the minds of those who touch it and leaving a slightly sick feeling behind.  The Glass Menagerie Egg: This egg is incredibly smooth and almost cool to the touch. It feels so calm, serene and a bit prideful. But it would much like it you tried to be respectable. It always seems to think the worst of people and will leave a sense of doubt in the minds of those who touch it...  The Warrior Egg: One of the last eggs to be laid, The Warrior is a exactly that. A strong fierce emotion comes from this egg. It will protect anything that it deems its own! There's more to it though, a sort of anger too, but more at itself than anything else...I wonder why.  The Bronzed Fish Egg: It takes a while to get feelings of any sort from this egg, and often it is easy to mistake the egg for a dud. Yet, for those determined enough to stay, a sudden burst of feeling may erupt from the egg, telling tales of far off lands, of dreams come true and happily ever afters. Then, just as quick as it came, the feelings float away, leaving a dormant egg once more.  The Reckless Egg: Here it is, the egg between Loraketh's front feet. Careful if you wish to see it, for you'll have to get past the Queen first. It's a good thing Inali is there then. The egg radiates a prideful boasting, and certainly has an air of importance. There's something else though...you'd have to come closer to tell.  The Dreamer Egg: What's that? There are people here? Oh joy! Do you see how lovely the sands are? The medium sized egg is basically an airhead before you actually touch it. Then you see all those hopes and wishes really come out. It's not just half-heartedly wishing, it seems to be hope itself bundled into one little shell.  The Point of No Return Egg: Like with its other large sibling that has been pushed away from the clutch, this egg seems to have two personalities. However, they are closer together than the other one. It seems as though the egg is checking itself. Too harsh? Well then it needs to calm down. Too trusting? Then it needs to back away more. Despite this all though, there is a steady pulse of intelligence, and the desire for more knowledge.  The Hopeless Truth: Oh woe! The world needs a hero! This egg could be it maybe, yes? It will tell you all of your secrets, pull up everything you ever wanted to hide. It will tell you the truth to all your lies...yet thinking of anything else seems to be difficult for it. Poor thing.  The Lost Sun Egg: Determination is the first thing one might feel from this egg. A dream of accomplishing goals and fighting for what is right. Although... is that disobedience you feel aswell?  The Witchdoctor EggStrange feeligns come from this egg... knowledge, power and.. fear? Just what could it all mean? No one knows for sure, but if the egg had anything to say it would be 'the end is near'. |
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Post by derek on Nov 28, 2011 0:03:43 GMT -5
He would have heard Loraketh's call even if she hadn't opened her voice to all of the Candidates to hear. Yawning, still half-asleep from a nap, Zion stretched lazily. He knew the drill by now... he had stood before enough clutches to know what to do.
Of course, that meant he still hadn't Impressed, which irked him more than anything. He could hear and talk to any dragon he wanted to, so why hadn't he Impressed yet?! He couldn't understand it.
Stepping smartly across the Weyr and to the Hatching Grounds, he poked his head in. No other Candidates were there yet, but that made no difference to him. Some would have been glad, since it meant they would have first pick at the eggs... but Zion was indifferent, if not a bit happy that it meant he could take his time.
Stepping onto the sands, he bowed slightly to Inali, and then deeper to Loraketh. "Hello, Inali. I thank you for allowing me to greet your children, Loraketh." He deepened his bow just slightly to the golden Queen, and then straightened up.
Looking around, he took in the appearance of each egg and immediately decided to skip the one resting between Loraketh's great paws. He could come back to that one later, if he really needed to, but he'd prefer to check out some of the other eggs first and avoid the possibility of angering the Gold Queen.
And so he approached the smallest egg first, instead of the largest. The Innocent Egg was rather tiny, but that didn't bother Zion in the least. Kneeling down, he ran his hands over it's surface. He liked the color of the egg, and just touching it seemed to make him happy and young and full of energy.
Since there were no other Candidates, he took his time there before moving on to the Bronzed Fish Egg. He didn't like the look of this one as much, and it took awhile before he felt anything from the egg at all. When he did, he felt like he was in a great story of some sort, where anything could happen and the impossible suddenly became real.
Zion drew back quickly. He wasn't sure how he felt about impossibilities becoming possibilities... unless him Impressing was impossible. He might like to change that to a possibility.
Shaking his head, he moved on to a third egg, The Lost Sun Egg. Again, he was drawn to this egg because of its color. He got the feeling of accomplishment from this egg. Well, he would certainly feel accomplished if he Impressed! But then... there was a bit of resistance, too! Zion wondered about that for awhile, letting his fingers trace the outlines on the egg before he moved on to a fourth.
The Witchdoctor Egg gave him some strange feelings. He felt powerful, but fearful at the same time, and then he just felt confused, so he stopped touching that particular egg rather quickly, and stood off to one side, trying to decide where to go next.
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Post by phantomofthewolves on Nov 28, 2011 8:23:15 GMT -5
Kite opened his eyes to a sunny spring morning. He put on his clothes and headed for the Hatching Sands. As he entered the sands, he saw the great Senior Queen that was Loraketh. He walked up to her and gave a respectful bow. "Greetings, oh great queen, thank you for giving me this honor of touching your eggs." he said. Then he was free to touch the eggs.
The first egg he touched was the Bronzed Fish egg. As he placed his hand onto the shell of the egg, he thought of his cousin, G'daro and his father. At first he didn't feel a thing, but then he felt a small flicker of life from it. Then, just as it came, it left. He sighed, and moved on.
The next egg was the Witchdoctor egg. He placed his hand onto the shell and felt feelings of knowledge, power and... fear? He pondered at the last thing he felt and shook his head. There probably wasn't a chance that this egg was the one as well as the first one he touched. So, he moved on.
The third egg he thought was interesting was the Dreamer egg. As he stroked it, he felt his hopes and dreams bundled inside the shell of the egg. He lifted his hand off the shell and moved on to the next egg, the Unthinkable Happinstance egg. He noticed that it was placed far away from the other eggs. He placed a hand and felt a feeling of shy love, then a cruel hatred.
He moved to the Warrior egg and at first glance it was a big egg, about his height. He put a hand on it and felt a strong, fierce feeling. He stood there, his hand on the shell, wondering what kind of dragon would hatch from it. He removed his hand and looked around him, gazing at the rest of the clutch, wondering which egg held the dragon that would choose him as its own.
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Post by Lark on Nov 28, 2011 9:47:44 GMT -5
.:ZION:.
~The Innocent Egg~
Oh! After long last someone was going to touch it? Someone new! A feeling of sweet curiosity seemed to envelope the boy as the dragonet inside turned toward his hand and pressed against the shell like a happy feline. It was happy to greet him, oh yes it was! Yep, yep, yep! Dipping into his mind though, the dragonet shook its head. Maybe this one...maybe not. Time will tell, and there were still lots more to see. The dragonet sent a final feeling of excitement for what was to come hatching day before giving a gentle push. Off you go now!
.:KITE:.
~The Dreamer Egg~
Why hello there! Someone was here?!? Oooh, yes it's nice to feel your hopes isn't it? As long as they dont leave you when they're done. The dragonet inside sent a little nudge toward Kite as it entered his mind, testing the candidate. Naturally it would do this all over again during the hatching, but it was so hoping to find Its too!
~The Unthinkable Happinetance Egg~
The first thing to reach him was the shy sweetness. No! No! Turn away before it is too late! The fearful plea enveloped the boy completely, filling every sense with pure terror and dread. Then it was suddenly cut off as another, more sinister voice came out. Now, now, there is nothing to be afraid of dearie. A sensual sort of caress lifted into Kite's mind before giving him a threatening sense of terror. This however was the terror on the inflictor's side, not the inflictee as with before. As that went away the gentleness returned, softly pushing him away. Leave quickly, before it comes back. It was a barely audible thought.
~The Warrior Egg~
So, you've come to me now have you? The egg turned a half-way interested gaze to the candidate, its thoughts only briefly touching the candidate's mind before leaving it. There wasn't the fierceness it was looking for, but there were other things of value. The dragonet would look again come hatching day, if only to give the candidate the proper respect they all deserved. Go now though, you'll find yours. The egg twitched as it sent an almost now tender feeling. There was more behind it, but it didn't care to share with this one what was truly on its mind. |
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Post by Aarin on Nov 28, 2011 16:44:31 GMT -5
“Aggfknkfgn,” Aarin said intelligently, wincing with surprise. Despite the fact that he was quite the professional at the whole sweeping and mopping thing that he had been doing for days, as well as other odds and ends, today he was helping the stock rooms take, well, stock of their inventory. He was halfway through counting sacks of tubers when a harsh and loud mindvoice sent his count tumbling like so many tubers out of an upturned bag. He was completely certain he would never get used to that, nor would he ever stop relishing it. The psychic powers of dragonkind would always amaze and fascinate him, and after this clutch was over and he was back to his Craft, he would be slipping some marks in the pocket of some gold firelizard owner to ensure himself an egg or two. They may not have been quite as enhanced as their larger kin, but he was certain that the crude mental images that a firelizard would send him would be enough to entertain him and keep him company for the rest of his life. Funny, though, that he was thinking about firelizards when he was told to report to the Hatching Sands, likely in order to lay his eyes upon the clutch that was the talk of the Weyr, and the whole reason he was not mucking out stables right now. He really did need to start getting a reign on his wits, lest they get lost on an air current somewhere and end up at Fort. Once they were there, he’d never be getting them back. He was sure that being ordered by a dragon to go somewhere superseded his chores, so he politely told the staff that he had to be elsewhere and gave him what tallies he had done. The Weyrfolk thanked him for his work, and he walked to where he was bid.
The Candidate walked with some trepidation onto the Sands. It was a little overwhelming. Of course, he had lived here for six Turns, now, and had been to a few Hatchings. Always very, very exciting, and always incredibly short. In order to get to the stands, some walking on the sands was necessary. Still, this was the first time he was on them as one of the people who would eventually stand in that awkward half-circle of warring excitement, worry, and self-doubt. He was one of those few who technically “belonged” there, and that was an odd feeling he knew very well that he would never be able to shake. He was still dressed in his brown work clothes, and therefore did not look very good or well-kept at all, with his short, dusty brown hair sticking up in odd places and generally being far too fuzzy for its own good. That made him feel even more self-conscious. Normally he was not one who cared for fashion at all, and his wardrobe was made entirely of muted colors such as brown, but as he looked up at the towering form of the brooding mother Gold, he was keenly aware of how entirely unworthy he felt to be there. He chuckled at himself nervously. These were more emotions than the eighteen-Turn-old was used to feeling, and he felt vaguely silly for it. He just felt very abstracted from the whole dragon thing, and leaving his comfort zone was definitely having a bit of an effect on him. Mentally, he dusted himself off. There was something very important at hand- they had been taught about this. The Touching. The most sacred ceremony to Candidates Pern-wide (aside from the Hatching, of course), and here Aarin was, about to partake. That should be enough to occupy his vast thoughts for now. Reel it in, boy. You can put your mind to one task for a few minutes.
Good thing he was well-versed in appearing distant and aloof, otherwise Aarin likely would have made a total gibbering fool of himself in front of the Weyrwoman and her Queen. As it was, he waited for his turn, and stood beneath two sets of judging eyes without batting an eye. He bowed deeply to them both in turn, the Gold first, and then her rider. He straightened and looked up at them, his eyes maintaining their typical half-lidded appearance. “My Weyrwoman, my Queen. I am honored to stand before you now, and ask humble permission to wander these sands, and perhaps even dare, if I am indeed so bold, to touch a few of these precious ova,” he said, slowly and deliberately, even more so than usual. Usually, Aarin was a young adult of few words, but he felt that the situation demanded something a little more than his typical self. After all, it would do him no good to be eaten by Loraketh, and therefore not even get the chance to be a master of his Craft! He blinked a few times, not certain if he was supposed to move on, or wait for a reply. Admittedly, he had not been paying attention to what those who had gone before him had done. Now he stood there, trying not to look awkward, as the gears in his mind turned uselessly before clicking back into place. With another quick bow to the two female leaders of the entire Weyr, he sidestepped away and tried to look as nonchalant as possible.
The eggs were neatly arranged. At the first Hatching he had ever gone to, before even he had come to Trelis, the Gold there had them strewn about almost randomly. These eggs were definitely placed with much care, and most likely motherly affection. Therefore, he was careful not to get too close to any one egg lest he accidentally bump it and knock it out of some sort of incomprehensible order that he failed to see, and there is just another reason to go sliding down Loraketh’s esophagus. Aarin knew, in his mind, that he was supposed to be studying these eggs and touching them, but it was difficult to bring himself to do so. He might not have had any issue helping a bovine deliver a calf, but these were so very different. This was like… touching a newborn human baby. It was something that he was not meant to do. But it was something that was expected of him, so he probably should at least give it a try. Though he had been thoroughly studying every egg of the clutch, he decided on the first egg he would try to touch. It was one of the smaller eggs, so it likely contained one of the smaller dragons- a Green, Blue, or perhaps one of those odd new colors (which sat fine with him). He squatted down in front of it, looking at the dark blue of its shell. Oh, it was absolutely gorgeous. It looked so smooth. Well, he was going to find out if it was. One gargantuan, callused hand reached out slowly and carefully to rest on that hard shell, his fingers spread wide and his palm pressed lightly against the unyielding surface. Ah… hello, he thought irrelevantly at the Lost Sun Egg, knowing that the dragonet inside would not be able to answer, and likely would not hear him. Still, it seemed polite to say hello, at the very least.
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Post by Zara on Nov 28, 2011 23:28:54 GMT -5
Yanoya lay with her eyes closed atop her bed, breathing steadily as she napped. It was nice. She had a good work out then she had to do some chores, of course.... and now she was just resting. A lovely feeling. It was a good day. A very good day indeed. Though she hadn't spent much time with others today, but that was fine by her. It was so nice to have just a little break during the day. But that was about the time that she heard Loraketh's voice, awakening her from her brief nap, though unlike some, she probably did not jump, though her first reaction was to be alert, roll to her feet, at the ready. But there was no threat here... she sighed and quickly pulled on her tunic and her boots, running a hand through tangled brown hair and started braiding it on her way to the Hatching Sands. This could only mean one thing. It was time to touch the eggs. It was time for the Candidates to meet them. She felt the slight smile that traced its way across her features. Well... best not keep the queen waiting. She seemed irritable enough without stray and wayward Candidates or anyone who might want to harm her eggs. She stepped onto the sands, one hand on her hip, the other loose at her side. Her expression was, as always, rather blank, watchful and unassuming, but there was much more beneath the surface than there was to see. The very calm, cold, and calculating mind which worked constantly, assessing everything. Every layout. Everything. Hmm... This was a touching. And their queen was definitely guarding the special egg. It would be incredible if any Candidate should be allowed to see it. With that, she walked towards the sands, a steady walk which somehow managed to show that she was not just a candidate. But that she was a capable warrior. She bowed to Loraketh there, a hand over her heart, her eyes closing, her hair falling into it. "I would ask and thank you for the great privilege and honor of being permitted to meet your offspring and be a Candidate here at Trelis," her words were calm, serious and unerring in their execution. She awaited Loraketh's response before moving to the first egg - the one positioned furthest from the others. The Unthinkable Happenstance was a rather large egg of white yellow, black and red. And it was tumultuous to say the least, full of feelings which contradicted each other. To personalities in one egg... She hoped that this was not the mind of but one dragon that she was feeling... though she feared that it could be. The dragonet would have a hard life in that case. A very hard one. It was the Dualities egg which next attracted her. It was interesting to look at. Black and white that swirled together on the shell. Hmm... this egg... this egg was distant. Cold. Unapproachable... and yet... She wasn't sure how much she liked it. It reminded her of... something... She frowned, leaving it for the Wayward Friend egg. This one almost frustrated her, but she would not allow it to cause her to truly become irritated or angry. It was simply that... it was like making a friend that left you. She didn't care for that. The Innocent was so small and sweet. It reminded her of a child. So, well... innocent and impressionable. So naive. It just made her think about her own past. Being raised by a renegade father. There was something else, though... that she couldn't quite put her finger on about her past. It was just... something... It was The Warrior that she happened to come to next, laying her hands on it gently, she took in the feelings. It was angry... At itself. It was fierce. Protective. It caused her own emotions to roil and roll, but she refused to react, though it was difficult. She left soon enough, however, and headed for the next egg. They were so diverse... She headed to the Bronzed Fish egg next and stood there. It didn't respond at first... but she stayed where she was. She stayed and waited to see. If it did not react to her then that was that, however... The egg that she noticed next was the one between Loraketh's feet... but she would leave that one for now. The queen didn't seem to want to let anyone approach it right now. But... she would wait... and ask the Queen's permission. If she denied it... well... With that she turned to the Dreamer. This egg was... something else. It seemed... simple minded at first, which immediately was a turn off for the Candidate, but she touched the shell anyways... and there was something of substance here. This egg had hope like no other. This egg... believed in something very special. Hmm... She moved on. The Point of No Return egg was a brilliant egg and, to her... it looked like it had a key on its shell... Hmm... She gently placed a hand against it. This egg... the baby inside it was carefully controlled. Intelligence. Knowledge... these were things that she felt at first, but more than anything else.... she felt the near split in personality more than anything else... but it was not as extreme in this egg... Which seemed almost to have a certain... control... It made her smile. It was almost refreshing to have that kind of control come from an egg after some of the other who had seemed to have such... excess of feeling... The Hopeless Truth egg was something else entirely. It was... disturbing to touch it in a way. It was so focused on finding everything that was... a lie... and exposing the truth. It unsettled her. It unsettled her deeply. She stepped away, taking a breath and composing herself. This egg she could not handle. No. There was one lie she had told herself she rather not be told the truth about. Even if she knew it. The Lost Sun egg was something else entirely. Determination. A desire to accomplish goals and do what is right... but something else as well... disobedience...? What an odd egg to have such conflicting feelings. The Witchdoctor egg was something else all over again. It was a confusing mix of feelings ranging from knowledge and power to fear. She would have said that was enough with that egg... but there was one more and this one had to be very special... So she would risk being killed by a zealously protective gold. As he came closer, she could already start to feel something from the Reckless egg. Prideful. Boasting perhaps arrogant. Most certainly, however, this egg was important. The most important here amongst its brothers and sisters. And the Queen was protecting it, only reinforcing the idea. She wanted to actually touch it... to come closer, but first... "Loraketh, great queen, I ask your permission to touch the egg that you guard," she said respectfully, bowing to the queen, both arms out at her sides to show that she would not so much as defend herself if the queen should choose to have her in her stomach rather than touching her egg at that point. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Xaemia was slow in arriving, having to navigate her way through the Weyr, blind as always, dealing with dragon voices, as always... thoug hthe ywere not qutie as bad right now. Loraketh's shout, however, had... wrung her bell so to speak. She wasn't a Candidate, but that didn't mean that she didn't want to go to the touching and have Tizzy and Stayn show her what there was to see. She was very interested in what was happening. She wanted to see the eggs and she dearly hoped that the queen would not decide to turn her back. She would just... sit quietly in the stands. Surely others came as well to walk, maybe even bet on what the eggs would hold and who they would Impress or what candidate would hold what color.... Tizzy chittered happily and flew further ahead of her, sending images which were partial and confusing. She sighed. She hated when the flitter did that. It drove her crazy! Stayn on the other hand took the time to try to show her exactly where to go, what was in her path, how to get there. She loved that. he was so dependable. Always. That was something that mattered to her. Though she really did love them both deeply. They were her family as well as well.. her family. Who... most of which were still missing. She felt a pang of sadness at the thought, but she shoved it down and shoved it away for another day and another time. No this was a happy occasion that lead to anticipation for the happiest of occasions - the hatching. She was finally at the sands and she made her way to pick a seat in the stands, not quite looking at what was going on as she could not see it other than blurs of motion that, sometimes, just proved to be irritants. It was much better to let Tizzy and Stayn give her clear images of what was going on so that she could follow. And, still, there were the voices there which did help serve as a way to know what was happening as well. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Shall we go watch, SamaraMine? Amiith's voice was calm, veiling the excitement that he actually felt. Samara seemed to sigh. She wished Loraketh had called herself and Ad'os before calling the Canddiates. She would have liked to be there... but what was was. There was no point complaining. Of course Amiith. Amiith waited on his ledge, eyes whirling excitedly. If the eggs were already hard enough to be touched... the hatchign was not far away. He crooned. That was truly exciting. He was more than pleased to go watch. Of course, he would not be surprised if their presence irritated or even angered Loraketh. If that was the case... then he would leave. It was undue drama and stress on all involved to anger the queen. The mother of this clutch. It was unnecessary for these eggs to feel more stress than, well... was necessary. What with alrady being touched and the tensions which flew high around them. No matter what appearances were, there was more to it... tensions, though seeming to lesson, were turly just as high as before and... going to grow even higher any day now. It was coming closer and closer... and she dreaded it more and more. SamMine... worrying now will change nothing. It is best to remain calm and wait.Samara laughed. Since when are you telling me to be calm? He rumbled in amusement. Amiith landed in the stands where the dragons would be on hatching day and where some were gathered now. Well... the hatching sands were nice. That was especially certain. The other thing that was certain... she liked it here. A lot. Despite hostilities. |
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Post by Zirin on Nov 29, 2011 14:42:35 GMT -5
ZION Bronzed Fish EggAt first northing could be felt from the lukewarm shell except for the rough, lumpy texture of the egg. Yet then, slowly but surely, the little creature could be felt, as if it was awakening from a long slumber. Oh? Was someone there…? The egg felt unsure at first as it seems to realize it was not alone. Ahhh but this fellow touching the egg was a kindred spirit, wasn’t it? Ah… the hatchling seemed to understand as Zion drew away, and the feeling slowly decreased, returning to their dormant state. One feeling lingered, however, a calm understanding. Zion would need to learn how to look beyond the borders before this egg’s inhabitant would look his way again. Lost Sun EggThe mind of the hatchling inside this colourful egg was anything but subtle. The moment a hand was laid on its shell, the hatchling’s mind seemed to explode from the shell, overwhelmingly powerful compared the other eggs. It was judging, it seemed; seeking some telltale sign in the boy’s feelings that would give away dastardly deeds and at the same time accomplished dreams. Then mind withdrew, leaving nothing but a calm sense of neutrality. You have passed, boy… barely. It seemed to say. Witchdoctor EggEep! Someone was touching it! Was he going to break the feeble shell?! Aaaaah the hand. The hand! The emotions streaming from the egg were strong, perhaps, or at least noisy. Fear was the predominant feeling, but also a sense of foreboding; something about this boy seemed to scare the hatchling, though the nonsense feelings coming from the egg were hard to decipher at best. Move along, nothing to see here, the egg seemed to will, hidden power evident behind the strength of the emotion. KITE Bronzed Fish EggDespite having been touched moments before, the Bronzed Fish egg still took forever to respond to the touch. Who was it that had disturbed him this time? Why did everyone insist on being so intent on him? The feeling from the egg felt disapproving at first. Yet… was there approval in the back of his mind? The hatchling seemed to like something about this boy; after all, it too dreamed of the future. Yes, the future was a wonderful place, but all too soon it would be here. Go away now boy, it hummed, there were still many places it wanted to go before it hatched. Witchdoctor EggOh no not another one! And this one seemed to have an equally strong mind! Oh how would it handle this?! It was its egg wasn’t it. That’s why everyone was coming to it. There was something wrong, oh no, oh no! So lost in the worry, the hatchling inside never ended up adding other feelings. AARIN Lost Sun EggThere was something about the boy that touched this shell that irked the hatchling inside. The mind of the hatchling didn’t need to dig deep to understand that this boy could be trouble. Yet… was it feeling a sense of duty from the boy? It was hard to say for sure. The hatchling wanted to dig deeper into the boy’s mind, but alas it was not the right time for it. Soon… soon... the egg seemed to say as the feelings drew away. YANOYA Dualities EggYes human, it was wise to have chosen to touch this egg. At least, that’s what the feeling of quiet approval could be translated as. The hatchling inside seemed to take its time deciding how it felt towards Yanoya. There were things it liked, things it didn’t like. A strong will and well placed sense of pride? Yes, it liked that. Hmm… Hmmm… this would take some thinking. It said before quietly extracting itself from her mind. Bronzed Fish EggCome child, the egg finally responded. Would you join in on an adventure to a far off land? Tell stories of things that have been and are? Of things that will be? Not likely is it. A shame… a shame… the egg seemed to poke around in her mind for another moment or so, but all too soon it seemed to recede. Lost Sun EggWas she judging it? How dare she! It was the Lost Sun hatchling’s job to do the judging here! It seemed annoyed more than anything as she laid her hand on it. With a mental sigh, and a feeling of duty, the egg got to work. She had her flaws, and her redeeming qualities. It was a tough call, but as nothing seemed wrong with her the egg finally gave a mumbled approval. Witchdoctor EggIt was yet again a scene of utter chaos the moment a hand touch its shell. Fear, worry, and insecurity all flew out at Yanoya in the blink of an eye; though this time the egg seemed to calm down faster. There was something about this girl… something… comforting? How strange… how strange… |
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Post by Aarin on Nov 29, 2011 16:59:30 GMT -5
When Aarin placed his hand upon the shell, the last thing he expected to feel were… well… feeling from the egg. He almost jumped away in surprise as he felt the small tendril of thought give him a light mental probe. That feeling was almost uncomfortable, like its mental prowess was not yet developed. That made a sort of sense to him, as the dragonet was not yet ready to hatch, he suspected. Otherwise it would have by now. While all it left him with was a feeling of eventuality, as it probed him, he got a slight sense of what the creature inside was like. Only the barest taste, like tasting something on the air instead of smelling it. And that was not a dragon who would wait when there was something to be done. That’s really all he could get. And that was more than he would ever expect. He would have delved in more, but that feeling of eventuality was every bit as much a feeling of dismissal, and he took his callused hand away. Absently, he looked his palm as he mulled over what had just occurred. That was such an amazing experience. It was no wonder the Touching was so cherished. These were yet-unhatched dragons, and they were every bit as aware and judging as… as… Well, it was just really quite astounding and Aarin was not able to contain his newly-sparked curiosity. He stood up slowly, sparing the egg another glance, before wandering off to go see if other eggs acted so. With a grin, of course.
There were more Candidates milling about now. He had been one of the first few to arrive, but more of them had introduced themselves to the Queen. He watched as people touched the eggs for just a few seconds, some even giving them just a quick but gentle stroke before moving on to the next one. Was this so commonplace to all of them that they thought nothing of it? How odd indeed. This was a completely different experience from working with animals. Oh, one could easily tell what an animal was feeling, but that was through prior knowledge and inference. A canine would cuddle up against you and lick your hand (probably) because it liked you (or it was particularly cold and you had just eaten something tasty with your hands), and a runnerbeast would make a point to not kick you in the jaw if it was in a good mood, usually. This was psychic ability to transmit thought and emotion without question, and that would probably never stop fascinating him. He had thought he had gotten over the amazement at how this world functioned long ago. It was typically why he was so distant, and lost in his own mind. There were other things to think about than what was at hand. But, goodness. This had his full and rapt attention. Dragons were just too interesting by far. At least twenty times more interesting than anything had a right to be, and definitely too interesting to be legal. He had heard those phrases used by his peers before. He thought he understood what that meant, now. He really, really wanted to go one by one and touch all the eggs, feeling something from every developing mind. However, considering how he was lingering over the experience, he could easily be there for hours, and it would probably irritate the Golden mother. He would keep it to just a few, but which to pick?
He wandered around the ordered eggs slowly, looking at each in turn. They were all so vastly different from one another- how was he to know which to pick? There was, of course, the one that the mother was guarding, but she was guarding it for a reason, and chances were that she did not want that awkward youth coming up and laying his hands on it. Anyway, the way she was guarding it, it was probably a queen egg in and of itself, or at least something suitably high-ranking and therefore not something that would be interested in him. Then again, none of these creatures probably were, but that one would be uninterested and was being watched over by a brooding mother. That was two points against it, and he was better off (and safer) sticking to the ones clustered around him currently. Eventually, he decided on his next… experiment? That was not quite the word he would (or should) use, but it was what his mind decided on, and he couldn’t get it out of his head. With a frown, he bent down in front of an egg that was not nearly so smooth as the last one he had touched, but had a slightly rough one, with slight bumps and pockmarks across its surface. It was speckled, as he heard that eggs were supposed to be, but in bright colors- green, with a splash of red across it like blood. A bit morbid a thought, so he pushed it away. Taking a deep breath, he lay his hand on the side of the Poisoned Apple Egg, accompanied by a timid thought-thread of greeting.
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Post by Lark on Nov 29, 2011 17:19:16 GMT -5
Inali picked up one eye-brow as she listened to some of the candidates. Ova? Seriously? Loraketh rumbled an amused croon as she looked down at the candidate who had spoken and then watched him leave. That was....interesting. Her chortle echoed in Inali's mind long after her own stifled laugh died away. Yeah, keep an eye on him, it could put you in a better mood my love. The Gold had other things to worry about though. One of the browns from Southern was hanging around it seemed, but as she caught sight of just which one, she started to relax. That one isn't so bad. The candidates seem to like His at least. Inali nodded, putting away that tid-bit for later. Snuggling closer to the Gold's chest, she watched as the first candidate finally came to the egg between Loraketh's feet. Just don't do anything...rash. The Gold looked at the girl and tilted her head, then nudged the egg forward just a tad.
.:YANOYA:. ~The Unthinkable Happenstance Egg~
So another one was coming to it? The girl was greeted first by the more harsh and sensual side, the dragonet inside purring under its shell as it pushed against Yanoya's hand. It wasn't that hard to deal with! Everyone here just needed to learn to do as it said. The dragonet moved back, and then the other personality shown through. Go, leave now, while you still can. Comforting thoughts sent Yanoya on her way as she left.
~The Innocent Egg~
Oh! Oh! Another one was greeting her?!? The dragonet inside crooned lovingly, the shell thrumming against Yanoya's hand in order to say hello. Yes, it was young wasn't it? Wasn't it just lovely to be young? The feelings from the egg radiated warmth and approval as the girl thought of her own youth. Oh, don't feel bad though about anything bad things there. The egg swept away as much of the worrying *or that's what she perceived Yanoya's curiosity about her own past* as she could.
~The Warrior Egg~
So a girl was here to see it this time? The warrior could tell that it was female, it was just something in the candidate's mind that screamed it really. Instead of snapping at Yanoya as it had with the other candidate though, the egg took more time thinking about this one. She was interesting...very interesting. The girl could tell that she was frustrated too, and probably because the candidate had felt so much of the same frustration herself. You will see why though, in time you will see. A gentle caress of the girl's mind was the last thing The Warrior sent before turning away.
~The Dreamer Egg~
Yes! Yes! It did have dreams, and didn't this one too? The egg hummed happily, then stopped. This one wasn't right...there was just something that was about her that squashed its dreams...there was some secret perhaps? Perhaps its sibling could tell. The egg pushed the offending candidate away and hoped she would go to The Hopeless Truth Egg. Maybe once she let go of her fear then she could really dream.
~The Point of No Return Egg~
Yes, control was good little one. The egg pushed slightly up toward Yanoya's hand before going away again. No, it couldn't become too trusting...yet it couldn't become too detached either. It would never find Its that way. Searching through the candidate's mind, the dragonet shook its head. There was nothing to teach this one....but was that good, or bad?
~The Hopeless Truth Egg~
Ah! So it had finally come to this egg hadn't it? Well now, let's see what secrets you hold. For The Hopeless Truth Egg had to know all! How else was it supposed to protect and save the world? Pushing into Yanoya, with not the bit of controlled respect that the egg before it had had, the dragonet hissed. You need to face your fears lady!
~The Reckless Egg~
The candidate was almost there? Didn't it deserved to be touched too? It was great, it was powerful! It was the mighty one in this clutch...well, almost the most mightiest one. There was another, but the egg would never give that away. Hissing inside of its shell, the dragonet pushed into Yanoya's mind from the short distance and yanked as hard as it could. Get. Over. Here! It wanted to be touched just like all the others! |
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Post by Zara on Nov 29, 2011 18:25:14 GMT -5
..::Aarin::..
..::The Poisoned Apple Egg::.. Oh! Someone was here to visit it? How lovely. It reached out tenderly and gently, pushing into the mind of the boy... where slowly it became oily, sly, and devious. This boy was interesting.... Hmm... It slid through his mind, searching. But, when it pulled back and shoved him off, it gave no indication of feeling to him but that... It was time for the next one and this egg was not going to wait patiently. It wanted the perfect Candidate for it. Hmph. And that meant seeing them ALL. -------------------------- Yanoya Yanoya bowed to the queen again. "Thank you, Loraketh." She stepped forward, feeling the pull of the egg and placed her hand on it, rubbing it gently, waiting to see what feelings it would send her. She sent a silent promise to stay as long as she could. As long as it wanted if it were allowed of her. Something about this egg intrigued her. She hoped it wasn't that Loraketh had chosen to protect this one over the others. And with that she waited and waited quietly. |
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Post by Lark on Nov 29, 2011 18:50:16 GMT -5
.:YANOYA:. ~The Reckless Egg~ There! See, that wasn't so bad was it? It wasn't like the egg was going to bite or anything. The Reckless dragonet inside pushed gently up towards the hand that was placed on it, and probed the candidate's mind further. Perhaps, this one was interesting...perhaps not though. It didn't have what it was looking for exactly, though at that time the egg wasn't sure what that was. Still, so Yanoya wanted to know what the egg was hiding huh? The dragonet pushed into her mind once more, sending a single thought deep into her brain. It was a full thought, yet being so deep into the subconscious it only came out as one word... Protect. |
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Post by Aarin on Nov 29, 2011 19:32:50 GMT -5
Well… that was… an interesting experience, to be sure. Dismissal once again, by something that had not even taken its first breath! He knew he was not cut out for this whole dragon business. While the initial probing of the egg had been almost kind, its departure could almost be described as huffy. It was not interested in the likes of him and, to be fair, as he moved his hand away, he was not entirely certain he was interested in it. Oh, well, of course the whole psychic communication thing was still infinitely fascinating, but those were two souls who were completely incompatible. Or at least that was the feeling he was getting. Aarin stood up once again, and gave the eggs a cursory glance. Should he bother trying again? The experience was fascinating, but he could not help but feel he was wasting the dragonets’ time. A slight frown tugged at the left side of his mouth as he gave the egg a wide berth. As he looked around, he realized that this was pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and he should damn well make the most of it. It was so fascinating to be touched by the minds of those things that he bred the food for. And breeding was an interesting subject of Aarin. He was perfectly happy to let others do that. Breeding was for other people. In the case of his animals, he could supervise, but as far as with other humans… The other boys and girls could take care of that one. Not being interested in that stuff kept him completely professional at all times. Oh, there you go again, Aarin. Hold onto your mind lest a dragonet stuff it into their egg with them. Right. Once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity. Time to take advantage of that. He thought he might want to stray away from the cooler colors for a bit. If he was going to touch just one more egg, he might as well make it as different as possible.
Oh, well, perhaps not entirely different. A beautiful bronze-colored egg of middling size drew his eye. It was very pretty, and just as the other did, it bore a splotch that more than incidentally resembled a sun. But whereas the other was an extremely somber sun, this sun seemed bright and perky and mid-day-ish. Perhaps the dragonet inside would share a similar sunny disposition? Still, Aarin was wary. Even if it was friendly, it probably would still give him a cool dismissal. Well, there was no point dawdling. Overthinking everything as always (when you’re perpetually quiet and your attention spends most of the time wandering elsewhere, overthinking things becomes the most terrible and unavoidable of habits), he placed both hands reverently on the shell of the Dreamer Egg. Oh yeah… hi… he thought, uncertainly, at the dragonet, leaving the thought on the surface of his mind to be caught by the little thing inside. He tried, and failed, to appear not a little unsure and disappointed. Though why he should be disappointed when he expected this is anyone’s guess.
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