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26.May.18, 11:27 AM
Theodosia hadn't been at the Weyr long.
Close to two thirty-days, actually. She'd arrived on the second of the fourth month of the Turn, and it was now the twenty second of the fifth month of the Turn. When she had arrived, she hadn't expected for there to be a Gold on the Sands.
But only a few days after she'd arrived, the Golden had Clutched. And that had excited her, although really she didn't let it show. That just... wasn't her. To her relief, there wasn't a Golden Egg on the Sands. Not that there was anything wrong with Golds, they were just as good as other Dragons, but she didn't want a Gold. Being bound to an Egg-layer, having to be a 'lady', went against everything her Uncle had taught her.
Remembering how hot the Sands had been, the young lady had pulled her hair back, and dressed in her cooler clothing, although really in the heat of the Sands that was only barely going to do anything. But it would help to extend the amount of time she could remain on the Sands, and so it was worth it.
She stood, tall and proud, on the Sands, ignoring the sweat beading down her brow, as the Weyrlingmaster explained the rules. For the most part, they were very common sense - what idiot would play around Eggs? Dragon eggs they may be, but they were still Eggs, at risk of being badly damaged. Once they were permitted to approach the Eggs, she bowed low to the Gold Dragon, before approaching a nearby Egg, the Rainbow Egg.
To be quite honest, she didn't know how she felt about Touching the Eggs. They were just... Eggs, right? So what, exactly, was the point? But it seemed to be tradition, and as much as she loathed tradition, she feared not being allowed to Stand. And so, she knelt carefully, carefully schooling her face as the sands scalded at her knees and shins. A pale hand carefully reached out for the Egg.
Never in a million Turns could she have anticipated this. It took everything she had to keep from jolting back, from pulling away with a gasp of shock. It was as though, suddenly, she had not been alone, although she had never before felt alone. Well, she had felt alone a lot before, but this was an entirely different version of 'alone'. As though she were merely one of a half, waiting for the other half to slot into place.
The feeling was... almost unbearably trusting. The Dragonet inside seemed almost naive in its trusting, willing to accept her so readily despite having only just met not even a fraction of a Candlemark before. And, no, she didn't feel like she deserved it. Why should it trust her? What had she done to earn its trust?
Suddenly uncomfortable, she withdrew her hand, and stood, looking around. Something about the Star Egg drew her, and so she went to that one next, carefully kneeling at its side. She became almost painfully aware of the Golden Mother laying half curled by the clutch, some others nearby. But, she knew, if she intended on rising up the ranks, she would have to get used to being around Dragons that didn't have the kindest of intentions, and so took a deep breath, and reached out to carefully touch her hand to the shell of the egg.
This egg seemed to grab her, as though it had snatched her hand and pulled her in. Thankfully, from the first egg she knew what to expect (at least somewhat), and so didn't flinch back this time. This egg, however, seemed a bit more interested, almost eager. It couldn't wait to hatch, to meet the Candidates, to get out of its shell. For a brief moment, Theodosia allowed herself to smile, before carefully saying farewell and standing, stepping back to look at the other eggs.
Close to two thirty-days, actually. She'd arrived on the second of the fourth month of the Turn, and it was now the twenty second of the fifth month of the Turn. When she had arrived, she hadn't expected for there to be a Gold on the Sands.
But only a few days after she'd arrived, the Golden had Clutched. And that had excited her, although really she didn't let it show. That just... wasn't her. To her relief, there wasn't a Golden Egg on the Sands. Not that there was anything wrong with Golds, they were just as good as other Dragons, but she didn't want a Gold. Being bound to an Egg-layer, having to be a 'lady', went against everything her Uncle had taught her.
Remembering how hot the Sands had been, the young lady had pulled her hair back, and dressed in her cooler clothing, although really in the heat of the Sands that was only barely going to do anything. But it would help to extend the amount of time she could remain on the Sands, and so it was worth it.
She stood, tall and proud, on the Sands, ignoring the sweat beading down her brow, as the Weyrlingmaster explained the rules. For the most part, they were very common sense - what idiot would play around Eggs? Dragon eggs they may be, but they were still Eggs, at risk of being badly damaged. Once they were permitted to approach the Eggs, she bowed low to the Gold Dragon, before approaching a nearby Egg, the Rainbow Egg.
To be quite honest, she didn't know how she felt about Touching the Eggs. They were just... Eggs, right? So what, exactly, was the point? But it seemed to be tradition, and as much as she loathed tradition, she feared not being allowed to Stand. And so, she knelt carefully, carefully schooling her face as the sands scalded at her knees and shins. A pale hand carefully reached out for the Egg.
Never in a million Turns could she have anticipated this. It took everything she had to keep from jolting back, from pulling away with a gasp of shock. It was as though, suddenly, she had not been alone, although she had never before felt alone. Well, she had felt alone a lot before, but this was an entirely different version of 'alone'. As though she were merely one of a half, waiting for the other half to slot into place.
The feeling was... almost unbearably trusting. The Dragonet inside seemed almost naive in its trusting, willing to accept her so readily despite having only just met not even a fraction of a Candlemark before. And, no, she didn't feel like she deserved it. Why should it trust her? What had she done to earn its trust?
Suddenly uncomfortable, she withdrew her hand, and stood, looking around. Something about the Star Egg drew her, and so she went to that one next, carefully kneeling at its side. She became almost painfully aware of the Golden Mother laying half curled by the clutch, some others nearby. But, she knew, if she intended on rising up the ranks, she would have to get used to being around Dragons that didn't have the kindest of intentions, and so took a deep breath, and reached out to carefully touch her hand to the shell of the egg.
This egg seemed to grab her, as though it had snatched her hand and pulled her in. Thankfully, from the first egg she knew what to expect (at least somewhat), and so didn't flinch back this time. This egg, however, seemed a bit more interested, almost eager. It couldn't wait to hatch, to meet the Candidates, to get out of its shell. For a brief moment, Theodosia allowed herself to smile, before carefully saying farewell and standing, stepping back to look at the other eggs.
