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[G] [P] [EVENT] 734.09.09 | Carpe Diem
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Rhaedalyn
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Written By: SunsetWay
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Rhaedalyn was wringing her hands nervously as she watched her dragon pace around her enormous clutch of eggs. Aradissicath had been in a foul mood for days thanks to being told that Candidates were going to start coming through for the traditional Touching of the eggs. It was obvious the gold had come to like her time on the Sands when it wasn’t being shared with noisy other golds and she especially liked it now that she was no longer egg-heavy and could move more freely; like now. Rhaedalyn knew her sweet dragon wouldn’t actually hurt someone but she did have a bit of an attitude when she felt slighted or something didn’t go the way she wanted and it worried the girl to have so many people running around the agitated dragon.

You’d like to think I wouldn’t eat any of them but some of them do look plump enough to tide me over like a herdbeast. Aradissicath grumped from across the clutch as she nosed another one to sit upright, only to watch it lean over again. Some of the eggs were lazy little buggers! Clearly, they took after Xyreith, the lazy bronze. Although, Aradissicath did still enjoy his silent company, especially when he had brought her dinner a few times. Rhaedalyn’s memories of that made the gold dragon happy since the girl was pleased to see them getting along. It was silly how she still thought the bronze beast would eat her, but since she was currently listening to a gold rant about eating Candidates, Aradissicath supposed it was understandable in the end.

The bronze was there with them for the horrible experience of watching her eggs be molested as well. She was silently grateful for that since Xyreith had a wonderful glare. Aradissicath’s mood lifted slightly at the thought of the bronze practicing eating humans or sitting on one that looked at an egg the wrong way.

“Oh, please, Dissi. It won’t be very long and they’ll be very gentle. Nearly everyone has done this before and the young ones are ‘brats and respect dragons. The Weyrlingmaster will be watching them as well.” Rhaedalyn pleaded once more as Aradissicath circled yet again and came to a stop at the gold egg. As requested, she had moved the egg to the side a bit so the golden Candidates could get to it without interfering with the others but that, too, had taken some persuasion. Aradissicath seemed to like having her clutch arranged a certain way and having the gold outside of her preferred pattern was making her twitchier than usual and even grumpier; if even possible. She nuzzled the little gold for a moment and finally made her way over to Rhaedalyn.

I do this for you. And for the babies. They need to find worthy riders. Aradissicath sat down primly just off to the side of the clutch where Xyreith had been silently observing her from just behind Rhaedalyn’s position. She was out of the way but close enough to react if anyone did anything she didn’t like. They’re going to smudge the pretty shells and ruin the silence of the day though. The resentment was still there but it was toned down and Rhaedalyn relaxed a bit, especially since she saw the Weyrlingmaster peek in to check that they were ready.

Rhaedalyn’s firelizards zipped across the Sands to greet the group with chittering excitement as she waved for them to come in and then quickly sat herself down on Aradissicath’s foot. The great gold wouldn’t dare toss Rhaedalyn aside, even if one of her eggs was in danger, so it was the best reassurance the weyrling could give to the group coming in. Although she had no way of stopping Xyreith’s unpredictable mood but thankful R’nya was braving Aradissicath’s wrath and was present for the Touching as well. Rhaedalyn smiled gratefully at the bronzerider.

Of course all of Rhaedalyn’s preparation didn’t stop Aradissicath from hissing at the men and the few women that came in. Rhaedalyn winced and gave an apologetic look to everyone. Muffin returned to claim her lap to help hold the large gold down while Rumour sat beside her on Aradissicath’s other foot. Whisper went right for R’nya, the little gold firelizard insisting the bronzerider hold her for the ordeal.

Rhaedalyn really hoped the Weyrlingmaster stayed true to his word and kept the Candidates moving and on their tight time schedule. They were, after all, the first group of the day and Aradissicath’s mood was only going to sour with each group. It was going to be such a long day!




For OOC purposes, all PC and LPC characters being played at the Touching will have been shuffled into group #1.

Touchings at Second Pass can be a little different to those at other sites. As a reminder, or an informer to those that haven’t participated here before, here are the rules!:

IC Tidbits
+ Bowing to the gold doesn’t happen in our canon; please don’t!
+ Firelizards ARE allowed on the Sands for Krypth and Okalinath’s clutches, given they are under control at all times. Any rowdy flits will be removed. Aradissicath is used to Rhaedalyn’s fair and will tolerate other firelizards if they are kept away from her. She’s cranky on the Sands so it may be best not to bring them at all.
+ Individuals should be fully dressed, including shoes, but sans excess additives such as jewellery (a rarity), scarves and flowy tops. Women are encouraged to wear pants for the Touching for safety.

Posting Wise:
+ A candidate may touch ANY egg he desires, and any number, but must touch at least one.
+ A gold candidate may only touch the gold egg.
+ You may only touch One egg per post. The post should conclude with them placing a hand upon the egg.
+ At the bottom of your post, indicate which egg it is your character Touched.
+ A member of the Team will post a response, after which your character can react and then move off to find a new egg.

Responses:
+ The team will do their best to come up with unique Touching responses for each and every character that Touches an egg. However, please remember there are 42 eggs in this clutch, and there are only three of us. We can only guarantee a maximum of 2 completely unique responses for each egg, but again – we’ll do our best to make sure everyone gets one.

Any questions? Ask at the bottom of your post, or PM Honey Love!

To the Eggies!


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Northern Peasant Candidates
The Searchriders brought in fifty-seven (57) boys, aged 16 through to 24 from the very most outlying cotholds of Pern, from all over. These young men are all single, and second onwards sons. None of them were engaged to be married, and all of them come from very poor families - as such, they can barely read and write (if at all) and have no traditional education; they know how to do the work their lives required of them.

Each and every one of these young men were Traditionally Searched, and as a result they are all awed, and thrilled to be at Katila and offered the chance to Impress. Absolutely none were brought in with negative intonations towards the dragonriders or their beasts.

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Sennia fretted over her clothes the entire way to the sands. It wasn’t like there was much choice in what she would wear – the girl only had one set of ‘nice’ clothes. She’d spent the better part of the early morning hours ensuring she was proper to be presented to the eggs. Or the other way around. Though she’d done this several times by now, there was still a nervous energy that sang through her muscles, making it impossible to stand still. She hummed all through the morning as she prepped and, even once she’d been rounded up with the other candidates, hadn’t ceased the sound until someone remarked on it.

Sennia found herself blushing hotly and ceasing rather quickly, though she could not place the name of the candidate that said as much. Mostly because she’d never been really close with any of them. Names she knew, and even faces. But she couldn’t match one to the other for several. Sennia was momentarily shamed at her lack of knowledge regarding those like her. It only served to remind her that she’d not really integrated as well as she should have. Others had friends, close friends, or even lovers. Sennia… had a detached Blue Rider for a friend. S’bel was dear to her for the company he provided, but there was no warmth between them that ever signified that anything else would come of it. Not that Sennia wanted that. The idea of having another child after being taken from her first still haunted her thoughts.

Best not to go out on the Sands thinking such things! Sennia straightened herself as she was led, then made to wait as the weyrlingmaster checked on the Gold. She knew to be respectful, and in truth, couldn’t think of any other way to act. The sheer idea of misbehaving in any way around such a formal occasion and a broody dragon seemed a sure fire way to get reprimanded. Would they doll out lashings for such a thing?

When Sennia was finally allowed on the sands, the sheer number of eggs caught her off guard. She hesitated only a moment, remembering they only had so much time, before she made her way around the chromatic bundle. They caught her eye, albeit briefly. So many dragonets… So many eggs. To think that all those possibilities were closed off to her. She had no place around the chromatic eggs, though she faintly wished to touch them as well. Not with the intent to Impress, but with a desire to know if they’d give her the same sense of peace as the pretty gold egg. Surely a Green would be just as wonderful. But that was a thought she kept firmly to herself. Women did not impress green.  Sennia could only touch one egg – the gold. Throat dry from nerves, heart thudding hot in her chest, she faced off with the beautiful egg. It didn’t seem particularly large, but neither was it small. Truly, the most remarkable thing to the egg was the faint golden glow that designated it as her only shot to become more than a breeder in this weyr.

For all her fear of responsibility, for all that she hadn’t really found a place in the weyr, in that moment Sennia could understand why so many wished to Impress. A glance to the Gold Queen that had laid it and her Rider so together melted her heart. Sennia wished to have such a partnership. To have someone bound to her that could not be taken away, who could share in her deepest thoughts and sooth her greatest fears. A Gold dragon could do that, if nothing else.

Her hands, pale and cool, briefly touched the beauty.

Touched the gold one like a good girlie candidate.
Come along now, come along with me

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With a yawn Firah itched the sides of his head as he forced himself up out of the chair he'd been resting in. The Touching day candidate round up felt familiar by now, though he didn't participate in exuding nervous feelings or moving around anxiously as they waited. In fact he was relatively calm. Days ago he had decided to commit himself to going through with Standing for Aradissicath's clutch and while it was true that he didn't necessarily want to Impress, the Beastcrafter did want to see the little Dragons at least one more time. Obviously he'd sat through and completed all the requirements he needed to do before he was allowed to even attend the Touching... but Firah hadn't determined whether he'd actually opt out or not until recently. He wouldn't admit it but he actually liked Dragons, it was the Dragonriding pairs that he disliked. Once the human element was added into the mix they became part of the problem. Truthfully in a little corner tucked away in the back of his brain he felt like dragons were akin to canines in some ways, more specifically that there weren't bad Dragons just bad riders.

Crossing his legs at the ankles as he stood in line, Firah hooked his thumbs into his belt loops as he looked around at all of the people who had been assigned to the first group with him. It seemed that there was an even mix of people he knew and those he didn't, he even offered some of the others a wave in greeting. This of course included Sennia, though he wasn't sure she'd noticed it. Some of the Candidates this time around looked so young it was hard to believe that some of them were even old enough to stand. Then again, he was going to be turning twenty-five in about a month and a half while the youngest you could put your lot in as a Candidate was twelve. It was no wonder he felt that way. Damn weyrbrats.

It wasn't long before they were allowed to enter the sands and as soon as Firah stepped into the arena he was immediately enveloped by a blanket of hot air. The sudden temperature difference was enough to bring out small beads of sweat on his forehead. Clearing his throat he wiped his face with the edge of his tunic. He understood that the sands needed to be warmed due for the survival of the eggs but as with the cold, hot temperatures were not on his list of favorite climates to be in. At least he had chosen to wear a sleeveless tunic, the Beastcrafter hated to think how he'd feel if he had been dumb enough to forget how his body reacted to the sands. He made a note to himself to drink a cup or two of water before the hatching.

He had heard the clutch that Aradissicath had laid was large but he had not been expecting it to be this large. Firah marveled at the sheer berth of the eggs' area as he moved toward them, not sure where to start as the possibilities were just about endless. It took him a moment of hesitation to pick out which egg he was going to touch first, his eyes jumping from one egg to the next before settling on a brownish red one that was near by. Firah knew they were on a time schedule and took his time getting to the egg anyway, he wasn't going to touch all forty-one of them after all so he didn't feel like he needed to rush around like some of the others. Upon closer inspection of the egg as he stopped next to it he realized it had silvery-grey puffs scattered around it's circumference.

With one last circle of the egg, Firah bent over slightly and touched the very top of the egg.

He's touching the Romanticist Egg. :)

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V'ra
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She hadn’t intended to Stand.

With all the crap that was going on in life, and the way everything had gone leading up to the moment of her change in decisions, Indivara had just about been convinced that Standing would be a really bad idea. While she had never stood before, every time she so much as went near the Sands, something horrific seemed to happen. The least of which, of course, was the mauling by Hoth and the way the gold egg had shattered under her touch. Then the landslide had taken away not only the world she had grown up in, but also what remained of her family, and more than a couple of friends. It had also taken Hoth, which Indivara did not consider a particularly terrible thing; bastard deserved it after ruining her face!

Then, the dragonriders had been sent on what they were all gleefully calling ‘Traditional’ Search, and brought in an abundant supply of new Northerners, and Indivara’s blood had boiled in outrage. Unlike the last batch that had been brought in, these boys knew what they were up for, and they weren’t dumped on the Candidate Isle. Instead, they were brought to the tent city that was currently Katila, and they were introduced to the makeshift Weyr’s community and expectations. Then they were put into classes, and people were dedicating time to teaching them to read and write and they’d all been signed up as Canddiates.

Indivara had put her name on the list.

That had sparked a bit of an event, when one of the new Candidates had seen from the back that a girl was putting her name on the main list; his slightly snide comment that she was putting her name on the wrong list had had Indivara spinning around, ready to throw a punch. Ryvian had caught her arm before she could get herself banned from yet another Hatching, but the girl had not needed to hit the northern boy for him to take several startled steps back when she glared up at him. A sneer had formed on Indivara’s lips at the expression on his face, and she had sweetly said ‘Hatchings are dangerous’ before turning and walking away.

She’d gotten in trouble with the Weyrlingmaster that had had to field two hundred questions from fifty-odd worried candidates that they were going to come out looking like ‘that skimpy girl’, but Indivara had just shrugged. Hatchings were dangerous – and if any of the idiots had a lick of sense between them, they would have taken note of the fact that just about no one else in the Weyr was covered in dragon induced scars. Not something Indivara was going to point out, certainly, but a truth they were clearly too blind to see.

Indivara had spent the day of the Touching perched neatly on Krypth, who was curled up not too far away from the Hatching Sands that Aradissicath was prowling over. Indivara really wished it had been a Krypth clutch; sprawling on the clutch mother while everyone else was eyeing the dragon off and afraid of being eaten would have been amazing. Krypth would have to do, however, and Indivara felt that, for the most part, her point was made as she slid off the great golden dragon and joined Ryvian as the candidates began to assemble at the Hatching Sands entrance. Indivara let Queenie perch lightly on her shoulder, hidden mostly under the girl’s long dark hair, while Saph winged lightly overhead, chittering his excitement. When they got to the Sands, he landed lightly up on the rafters, watching curiously and quietly.

With an excited glance towards Ryvian when they were given permission to go about the Touching, Indivara slipped carefully amongst the eggs, her gaze flickering over them all as she tried to figure out where to start. There were so many to choose from, and even with everyone else going about Touching, there were plenty left unclaimed. Indivara pursed her lips and moved past the first few rows of eggs with mental notes to come back to touch one or two of them, before being drawn towards one in particular. She had barely been able to see it, and a glance at the tiny shell told Indivara that nothing more than a green could be within… Nevertheless, she decided to Touch it anyway.

Stopping, Indivara knelt in the hot sands, her pants absorbing most of the heat though it was quick to fill her knees with warmth of the fire. The egg was small, and so cleverly blended into the sands… Indivara lifted a hand, allowing her fingers to touch down gently upon the surface. No, it couldn’t possibly hold her bronze, but it was so little and so easy to overlook… Indivara felt she needed to say hello to it. Who else would?

Illusion Egg

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R'vi
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While he was glad to see Indivara Standing officially for the first time, Ryvian was a little unsure over the reason that made her. She seemed determined to spite every single Northerner, especially the new batch that started to show up thanks to the so-called traditional Searching. Then again, Ryvian had also been prepared to use them to his advantage in getting her to Stand as well. He had a speech prepared about how the Northerners would win and she’d be seen as a pussy to them all if she didn’t write her name down on that parchment. In the end, he had quietly approved of her name going on the list and intervened to keep her from fighting before she got herself banned again. Isscer – S’cer now, or so Ryvian thought it was – was still occasionally given glares since he was the reason Indivara couldn’t Stand once and had a sore jaw.

None of that mattered now, though. Indivara had agreed to Stand and they were going to a Touching together. It was strange to have her there as a participant and not just watching from the sidelines with seething jealousy. Ryvian knew how important this experience was to the girl without her even saying a word about it. She had asked Nyvian, Kerrin, and him after every single one they went to what it was like and the responses they were given. Finally, she would have her own to marvel at.

Aradissicath’s hissing was greeted with a grin as Ryvian moved onto the Sands with everyone else. Some of the Northerners looked absolutely terrified of the disgruntled gold, though he couldn’t blame them. She was large and cranky; definitely not a good combination. Still, they continued on towards the eggs and that earned a bit of respect from Ryvian but that was all they got from him as his attention drifted from them to the eggs. It was temporarily grabbed by Tavynia who was waiting in line for the gold egg and Ryvian frowned for a moment. She had wanted to talk to him before the Touching but Indivara was around and Tavynia didn’t seem too interested in loitering. Instead she said they needed to have a discussion later on. That hadn’t sounded promising at the time and it still didn’t.

Finally deciding it was better to focus on the eggs instead of everyone else – although watching Indivara carefully make her way through the clutch brought a smile to the twin’s face and had him distracted for a moment more than he meant to be – Ryvian finally sought out an egg that seemed like a good fit to be his first of the clutch. The doubts that plagued him on and off since his brother Impressed were still lingering in the back of his mind and now he had the fear that if he couldn’t keep his sweet firelizard from betweening – which had been done out of distress thanks to losing his mate in Nyvian’s firelizard – why would a dragonet pick him and stay with him?

Shoving all the negative aside, Ryvian finally found an egg that intrigued him thanks to the way it looked like milky klah. Quietly he stepped up to the egg and knelt before it and placed his palm on the rough shell.



Whimsical Egg.

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Quirky's response to Sennia:
At Sennia's Touch, the little gold springs upon the girl's mind, poking and prodding for something fun. Wouldn't it be fun to dance in the rain? Surely it'd be better than having a melting heart. Why, that didn't sound like it'd be a very good thing at all! In fact, she thought the girl needed to loosen up and enjoy the smaller pleasures in life. Why fret over everything when there were sweets to eat and puddles to splash in? A wave of reassurance was sent to Sennia, encouraging the girl to just be herself and have fun where she could before gently pulling away from Sennia's mind.


Romanticist's response to Firah:
The inhabitant of the egg seems to purr at the Touch to the top of the egg; as if being petted and enjoying it. Isn't it nice to be admired and loved and to have physical contact with someone? The impression of a sigh of longing breezes around Firah as the dragonet frolics through memories of cherished times with family and special someones. To be loved by all would be nice but to have that one person to always be there and love in return would be wonderful indeed! Oh, what is this? A stroll through the forest of beautiful greens and browns. Delightful! Such beauty should be enjoyed, no need to rush through things.

As the dragonet withdraws, Firah is left relaxed with even a smile trying to appear at the encouragement to enjoy the beauty that can come from even the sand under his feet.


Illusion's response to Indivara:
Such a gentle Touch! It belied the aggression and tough girl act that Indivara so often displayed. The dragonet appreciated the many faces that could be worn and pressed closer against the girl's mind, exploring it for more truths; or lies. Why hide who you are and what you want? Easier that way or more fun? The dragonet within the egg that was both visible and hidden, pushed in deeper, wanting to know more about Indivara, seeking all there was about such a girl. Why act like a boy and then prance in dresses? Which was the real girl? Who did she want to keep off kilter with such things? Illusions were grand but it was easy to get lost within as well.

As the inhabitant pulls away, Indivara is left with a sense of encouragement to keep on as she was but not to lose focus of what was most desired.


Whimsical's response to Ryvian:
So many thoughts! So many emotions! Where did it start? Where did it end? The dragonet within the Whimsical egg seemed to bubble up with glee at the gentle touch from Ryvian’s hand, and fluttered around his mind – hopping, jumping, dancing – from thought to thought without any rhyme or reason, as each one made itself known to the youngster. A moment of mourning for the lost firelizard, confusion at all the negativity and then… – Who was this girl, who so strongly commanded much of Ryvian’s interest? Who was this girl, who had his body?

And what a strange way of celebrating their emotions that was!

That certainly captured the young dragon’s attention, and the flair of emotions – both past and present – that were felt by Ryvian in such times were latched on to. More of this strange act – Oh, it was called ‘sex’? – was dug into, the dragonet bringing forward every partner Ryvian had had, comparing them, comparing the emotions and the memories, and the whole while giving every impression of gently laughing at Ryvian’s present response.

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He had forgotten how it had felt to participate in a Touching. Sometime during the exchange Firah had dropped down into a crouch, his hand sliding down the egg's shell as he focused on the Dragon as it rose to greet him. As they ran through snapshots of his life and the moments he held most dear all of the tension that the Beastcrafter held in his shoulders dropped away. When the little dragon inside withdrew his world came back into focus, with a sigh and a small smile he gave the egg a small pat before pushing himself up so that he was standing again. He left the egg to wonder among the others, reflecting on the feelings and memories the egg had left him with.

The memory that was the strongest for him was the birth of his son Farayn, he'd never been more proud. The baby had been born healthy and strong, and because it had been a boy it made Firah's life easier. He then had an heir who would help support the family and eventually take over when he himself grew too old to work. He had to take a moment of pause as he tried to suppress the thoughts weaving in and out of his head. Whatever hatched from that egg would have a very positive outlook on life. Too bad that life wasn't simply beautiful. Sure, he couldn't deny some of it was, but not everything. Somethings were dark and scary, and no beauty could be found in them.

Firah continued to muse over his own thoughts until he narrowly avoided kicking an egg that gone unnoticed in his peripherals due to its rather bland color. Itching the side of his nose as he stared at the cream colored egg Firah decided that, since he almost hit it anyway, why not have it be the next on his list to touch.

Crouching he placed his hand on the dull looking shell.


The Phantasm Egg

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Written By: SunsetWay
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What a strange thing to latch onto! Ryvian stared at the egg as the dragonet continued to poke around his memories of his sexual encounters and what each one meant. He was actually rather surprised they had enough time to go through them all but they flashed by quick enough that Ryvian didn’t think he’d have to worry about spending the entire Touching on the nosy egg.

He was thankful he wasn’t really the sort to blush when the dragonet started to compare emotions that were brought about with varying partners. D’hys and some other dragonriders were purely carnal and meant for a good timing. Romps with Tavynia went a bit deeper but there still wasn’t the entire connection even he knew should be there no matter how much he tried or how much it seemed Tavynia wanted it. The one single encounter with Indivara in a bath after Nyvian Impressed had meant something and Ryvian squirmed, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he was interrogated by the dragonet over the women in his life. Tavynia had him but Ryvian wanted someone else. Even in his stupor of disbelief and being left behind, he had felt the connection with Indivara. Maybe that was why he stopped chasing her. She didn’t want him and their friendship was important to him.

“Nosy egg,” Ryvian grumbled as he started to feel mocked by the distinct sense of laughter at his reactions and confusion. “Thanks for the… fun?” A little laugh of his own was given as he pulled his hand away from the egg and contemplated it for a moment. He still wasn’t sure why his sex life was so exciting to the little one but he supposed the girls in his life had been the focal point of his thoughts before reaching the egg so it was something easy to latch onto.

A glance around the clutch showed Candidates all over the place, some enjoying their responses while others seemed less than pleased. Ryvian was pretty sure he saw someone stumble back several feet before falling on their behind as well. Touchings were so much fun! Too bad Aradissicath didn’t seem to think so if the current colour of her rapidly swirling eyes were any indication and the way Rhaedalyn looked like she was about to hyperventilate from panicking.

Oh well! There were more eggs to meet.

Ryvian moved around the clutch until the next egg called to him. He found a rather average sized egg that looked like a pale night’s sky with stars sparkling and he couldn’t resist. He liked the night, though he never got into the pastime of actually laying under the stars and admiring their beauty like he knew others enjoyed. But the night was fun and full of adventures. He crouched down and placed his hand upon the warm shell.



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Phantasm’s response to Firah:
A cool ocean breeze seems to pick up and swirl around Firah as the dragnet reacts to being checked up on. The sounds of water lapping at the beach fill Firah’s head as the illusion of standing before the great body of water forms in his mind. Then, the water reaches his feet and soon it’s up to his knees as it spreads out over the beach, covering everything in sight.

Within seconds of dragging Firah within the grasp of the ocean, everything fades away and the man is left with the distinct impression of being laughed at; teased. The occupant of the Phantasm egg seems playful and perhaps a bit mean in the tricks but no harm was truly done, right? As quickly as it all began, it’s over with the dragonet falling silent and breaking the connection.


Stargaze's response to Ryvian:
A playful intelligence seemed to linger just beyond the ability of Ryvian’s mind to grasp as the dragonet settled back a little to consider him, amused by the skipping thoughts of the young man. There were questions to ask, but the dragonet seemed to be disinclined to actually ask them and instead simply made itself comfortable staring at Ryvian, bubbling with the mischievous air of someone about to pull a grand prank.

Just before Ryvian could pull away, the dragonet swamped him, pushing itself mentally on the young man with such gusto that he was sent stumbling back. The impression of playful laughter danced around the young man even after contact with the egg was broken.

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Tavynia, Weyrbrat and Gold Candidate


Tavynia had to, yet again, wait her turn for the gold egg. She swore with each passing clutch, the girls took longer mingling with the egg as if trying to increase their chances of Impressing the little female. It wasn’t really a bad idea, if it worked. She had her doubts since so many girls claimed with each Touch in each clutch that the dragonet responded well to them. And then there were the girls like Rhaedalyn who nearly ran away from the egg crying at being rejected who in the end Impressed the gold. It was hard to say what was actually accomplished with the tradition but it made everyone happy and other than get her hopes up, it didn’t really hurt to participate either.

When the few girls in front of her finally took their turn and then left, Tavynia stepped up to the egg and considered it for a moment. What type of personality would greet her this time? Some had been curious and the last one had been far too proper for her to handle day in and day out, so what would this one be? Only one way to find out! Carefully squatting down, Tavynia placed her hand lightly on the warm shell and did her best to open herself to the little gold.



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Sennia was loath to remove her hand from the egg and found a small smile grace her lips. Such a bouncy mind with such sweet thoughts! It was hard to be so nervous after the brief contact and she faintly wished the little dragonet inside well. Anyone would be lucky for such a darling!

The moment was over too quick and Sennia made way for the others who would be touching next. If only she could spend more time with the eggs! Sennia found herself eyeing the rest of the clutch. Just to touch them! It’s all she wanted to do- but there was some serious harm in it if some little dragonet became attached to her. But would that be so bad? Sennia bit her bottom lip and made her way off the sands, humming softly to herself as she thought of what the other dragonet’s might feel like. Would they be so comforting like the gold? Would the green be so accepting of who she was? Sennia couldn’t be sure – she’d never touched any of the other eggs.

Feeling rather energized by the touch, Sennia wasn’t sure what to do with herself. But she wanted to do something! She would change and go foraging on her own, maybe. Stretch her legs, relax in the afternoon, and really let her mind wander. Maybe she’d see about swimming too. Even if it’d be a bit chilly, the idea had a huge sense of appeal.
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At first everything was fine, it was even nice, the sound of lapping water was almost relaxing. That is until the water started rising. Firah didn't really start to react until the water rose to his knees. Suddenly his heart rate skyrocketed and his breathing became shallow and fast. Intense fear springs to life in his chest, spreading throughout his body and locking all of his limbs in place as. As the dragon inside receded Firah stumbled back and fell onto the sands with a pathetic sound while clutching at his chest and the ground to reassure himself that he wasn't in the ocean any more. Despite the burning heat that had begun leeching through his trousers he leaned forward to put his head between his knees, trying desperately to take control of the fear that had run wild. "You little fucker." He whispered violently at the egg who now sat dormant in front of him. Firah knew the egg had been teasing him, but shit, you don't tease someone with their worst fear. Once he got himself under control the beastcrafter pushed himself up off of the sand and wobbled away from the Phantasm egg. Whoever impressed it would need to teach the little shit the difference between a good joke an a bad one.

After that experience he seriously considered not touching another one of the eggs. He didn't want to have to endure that particular experience again. While he knew that not all the eggs would be the same as the one he'd just left, there was likely some that would be. Dragons seemed as varied and different as humans, so if there could be humans that were of like mind, there probably could be like minded dragons in the eggs. And, with forty one of them present for him to choose among, the possibility increased.

Taking a breath, Firah picked an egg some distance from the Phantasm egg. Choosing one that looked similar to to the previous one to prove to himself that not all of them had to be the same, he placed his hand on the side of the egg.

The Vagary Egg

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Indivara’s eyes shot open, a whole army of emotions marching across her face and through her eyes as she studied the egg before her, so little and so strange and so incredibly insightful. Her eyebrows knit, and Indivara’s fingers flexed slightly atop the hardened shell. The lingering sensation of encouragement was heavy, like a warm jumper on a cool day, enveloping her and reaffirming her courage.

Unfortunately, Indivara was not quite sure on how to answer the questions that the little dragon within the shell had brought forth. Partly, it was simply because Indivara had never been inclined to self-analysing, and the in order to answer those questions, she would indeed be required to dig deep into her own thoughts and emotions, and consider things she wasn’t sure she’d be at all comfortable considering. In the end, she justified it as doing what she did, because she did it. She did not need a reason, and she never had, surely. Why start now?

Indivara stubbornly ignored all common sense that attempted to point out that she had reasons for everything, even if she weren’t prepared to face those reasons or acknowledge them. Tossing her braid back over her shoulder, Indivara pet the little egg once, in parting, and stood up as tall as her diminutive height allowed her, peering around at the candidates and the eggs curiously as she sought an unoccupied shell to present herself to next.

In the process, her attention was drawn to Ryvian, and she watched him quietly for a few moments, before turning away to a new egg, her gaze almost vague as she didn’t focus on anything in particular for a moment – and then suddenly she was walking purposefully through the eggs, and slipping easily past the bodies of her fellow candidates. Her end goal, the Hope Egg was reached at last, and Indivara peered down at it for a few moments.

Excitement brewed under the surface, and Indivara pulled her pants up slightly at the thighs as she squatted down next to the pretty, decidedly large egg. A slight smile tilted her lips up, and played with the design of her facial scars as she reached out her right hand, and laid it gently upon the surface of the egg with a spike of excited anticipation. How was it that this egg would respond?

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Written By: SunsetWay
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Ryvian had Touched eggs like the current one before where they seemed content to coexist with each other as if having a peaceful examination of each other or a stare down. He didn’t expect much else out of the inhabitant and was completely caught off guard when he went stumbling away from the egg as if shoved physically instead of just mentally. A natural reaction to catch himself and stay balanced kept him on his feet more than a true focus for doing so. The laughter of the little dragonet was distracting and soon infectious.

With a laugh, Ryvian shook his head and approached the egg again. He didn’t touch it again but instead crouched down to examine it more closely one final time. He’d remember this one and try to see what came from it on the hatching day. “Well played, eggie.” The compliment was given and with a shove to his feet, Ryvian was back to looking around the group.

Indivara seemed to be enjoying herself which made him feel infinitely better. All it took was one bad response and it could scare someone off Touchings and even the Sands in general for some time. He wanted Indivara to enjoy her first time amongst the eggs and to hopefully find the one meant for her. A smile tugged the corners of his mouth as Ryvian focused on finding his potential mate and went for another egg.

A double take was given as he passed by a group of eggs and swore one was covered in a pattern of flowers. Curiosity made Ryvian move in slowly to examine the bunch but didn’t see a single flower upon any of them. One did seem to give off the appearance of such a pattern however, and it was only when he started to turn away again that it really jumped out at him. Such an interesting shell deserved his attention and Ryvian was soon crouching before it and placing his hand on it.


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Quirky’s response to Tavynia:
As soon as the link is made, Tavynia is struck by a giggle fit. The gold’s amusement at everything is contagious and even the smallest pleasures in life seem like the best thing to ever happen. Why rush through life and into more responsibility when being young offered up so much freedom to do silly things and just laugh? Some responsibilities were good, of course, but balance was even better! Stay clean when you needed to, but play in the dirt sometimes. It could offer up new experiences.

Withdrawing, the gold’s own giggle mingles with that of Tavynia’s before fading away.


Vagary’s response to Firah:
At first, the touch is greeted with a meek response as if the dragonet is peeping around a corner shyly. There is curiosity there, wondering what Firah could possibly want and hesitance is felt on his mind as the dragonet tries to peek in. A nice memory is latched onto and enjoyed as is evident by an almost purr-like sounds filling Firah’s mind. However, it doesn’t last long as the mood shifts and the dragonet’s temperament turns sour. How dare you disturb the quiet of the day with your presence? Leave. Now!

A mental shove is given hard to Firah that leaves the man stumbling away and the echoes of a mental scream fading away.


Hope’s response to Indivara:
Immediately upon touching the shell, Indivara is wrapped up in the warm embrace of love and acceptance. To be so young and to have gone through so much is inspiring to the purring dragonet. Questions of how Indivara got through each hard moment in her life were tossed towards her but the egg’s occupant doesn’t give time for answers.

As the dragonet withdraws from the girl’s mind, the loving embrace fades but the lingering message is clear. Love and hope inspire each other and makes even the most confused of girls stronger.


Fairy Tale’s response to Ryvian:
TBA. Honey is writing it for Tams.

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Another Clutch, another Touching. Alerae was excited by how big this clutch was. Lots of new babies to fill the lack from the Landslide. She closed her eyes and took a small breath to fight away her sudden tears. The Landslide had affected many, including her. She was struggling to recover from losing her daughter. Every time she closed her eyes, she was seeing her slipping from her hands and being crushed by the mud before she could react. K'tir was the only thing that had stopped her from going after the baby.

She shook herself. No, not something she should be thinking of in this situation. She waited in the group of Gold hopefuls, glancing at the other eggs. She was happy that S'kef had finally done something properly. It didn't make up for her being taken all those turns ago, but it was a start. As Tavynia moved away from the Gold egg, Alerae stepped up. She hoped that it might be here time, though as long as it was a healthy Gold, she would be happy. She knelt on the Sands and placed her hand on the shell, opening her mind to the dragonet inside.

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Here she was, yet again, for another egg touching, for another gold that would likely not choose her. She couldn't help the pang of sadness in her heart as she followed the other gold candidates to where the gold was set aside. Vee looked over at Rhaedalyn and her Aradissicath, who was watching them all closely. She couldn't blame her really, she supposed if she were a mother dragon, and her eggs were part of the regrowth of all dragons on Pern...she would be touchy about who was around her eggs too. She didn't let her eyes linger on either for long and simply stood with the other girls until it was her turn.

She watched as a few of the other girls went forward and touched the gold egg. She offered faint smiles to those who returned from the egg, all the while wondering what sort of response she would get this time. As she waited for Alerae to touch the gold egg she let her eyes wander over to the other eggs, where different candidates were touching all the other eggs. She lifted a brow slightly then turned her dark eyes back on the gold egg before her.

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