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2023/08/04 Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
2023/01/07 Welcome to the New Year! We are now ELEVEN years old! Thank you, all of you, for your love and writing! I am looking forward to spending another year with youall! In addition, a new Default colour scheme is in progress and will hopefully be available soon! All my love! ThistleProse
2022/07/29 Gold Malvayth and Bronze Xyxyth clutch is Hatching! Come and join the shenannigans 743.08.03 | NIGHT STALKERS HATCHING and bring the popcorn!
2022/05/11 Gold Malvayth has Flown, caught by Bronze Xyxyth of A'tay. Their Hatching will be PC, and take place in Telgar in August around the 20-22nd! Update your Candidate Applications and prepare for some fun!
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05/JUL It’s Hatching time!! Come take part in the shenanigans here
30/JUN Gold Thallyath of Ista Weyr has laid a clutch! More information here
27/JUN A bluerider, and then a greenrider, are found dead. More information here
25/JUN The Touching is up! Take part here
30/MAY After the Touching, many Candidates found themselves preyed upon in the form of their food. More information here
18/MAY Another goldrider - Ameris of Benden - is attacked. More information here
05/MAY Multiple individuals are attacked whilest out of the Weyr! More information here
04/MAY Take a chance OOC and guess who you think the murderer is! You can win prizes! More information here
03/MAY Goldrider Cazan and her twin brother Cazelarias are attacked. More information here
24/APR Goldrider Ashara of Fort is murdered by two brownriders. More information here
12/APR Searchrider B’jin was attacked at Telgar Weyr, surffering a slash to his throat. While in Benden, bluerider B’dor is found dead in his weyr. More info here
05/APRMore attacks occurred today. More information here
03/APRMultiple individuals found their death this day; more information here and here
28/MAR Tragedy has struck again! Across all the Weyrs, multiple people - primarily dragonriders - have fallen ill after eating muffins. There have been multiple deaths, and others are in criticle condition. More information here
24/MAR Weyrwoman Ameris and her son, Rislan, poisoned! More information here
18/MAR Benden’s Weyrleader M’ris and his children have been poisoned! Resulting in sickness and death. More information here
18/MAROn 18.03.742 Bronzerider A’dris of Vyaniorth was found dead in his personal bathing pool. He appears to have drowned after drinking an excess of alcohol. Afterwards it was realized that Machiya of Gold Cameth from Telgar Weyr had disappeared. Having never arrived at her destination, it is suspected she had an accident between.
11/MAR Gold Racoth of Donmaline went between taking Bronze Beruth of T’rel with her shortly after she had been caught, due to T’rel strangling Donmaline. He did not survive. more info
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V'ra
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Indivara was far from pleased. It had been quite bad enough that she’d been prevented from taking part in the candidacy classes for this current clutch – despite the reassurances from various sources that her bronze would not be within it – but now she was sick, too. The girl had no idea what was wrong with her, but having been a sickly child her whole life, Indivara wasn’t particularly concerned yet. She was having trouble keeping food down, but not quite to the degree where she was worried. Sometimes she got nasty stomach viruses – she’d had them all her life, and was hardly going to be surprised by it now, after all. But that morning had been particularly bad and Indivara’s features were pale, drawn and had a distinct greenish cast to them.

Krypth’s decision to tell Indivara just how much she desired a nice, juicy beast was quite enough to make the girl kick her gold dragon friend in the leg before sitting on it, curling miserably against the dragon and pretending to be nothing more than stark raging mad. It was hard, though, when she felt so damned sick. Maybe she’d go see Talian later that day? Psh crooned softly, curling around Indivara’s neck and nuzzling her face gently. The girl raised a hand to pet her gently, but pushed the gold firelizard’s face away when she breathed on her. Her breath was disgusting and it made Indivara’s stomach churn worse. Maybe a nice bath would make her feel better, too? Baths always made Indivara feel better. Yes, she’d have a bath after she’d finished watching her bastard friends gloat over the eggs. Then maybe she’d dig up Talian from whatever shadowy corner he was trying to hide his massive dragon in. Blood Sucker chirped in amusement at the image in Indivara’s mind (a very literal one of Talian trying to shove Khaduceth into a tiny corner).

“Here they come,” Indivara grumbled, the same time Kahleena squealed behind her hands and waved excitedly to the gold candidates, grinning encouragingly at her friends. Indivara rolled her eyes, and gave Jada a sideways look that was either ignored or went unnoticed. Grumbling irritably under her breath, Indivara reached out and grabbed Blood Sucker off of Krypth’s nose, and palced him in her lap, petting him gently as she watched with a scowl the first wave of egg touching. Maybe her jealousy was why she felt distinctly like she was about to puke up what little she’d eaten for lunch?

Indivara’s lips pursed and she glared hotly at her male friends. Bastards!

Kahleena is mine and power play of Jada/Krypth is approved on part of my being an Awesome Admin (capitals totally included), and on part of Sexi giving me permission before she went MIA.

Oh! Firelizards are allowed on the Sands, but handlers are expected to keep them respectful. Krypth likes the creatures, but she'd still get grumpy if they caused trouble.

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Oahvakeen filed into the room, feeling nervious. This was not his first touching, but it was the first one he found himself rather alert at, rather than sleep deprived and barely conscious of himself. His steps were merely adequate for the task at hand, neither fast nor slow, betraying his inner feelings of reluctance and fear. He wore his poker face.

As a Stolen, he'd had more than his fair share of lashings, and he had no desire to get any more today. He'd already decided that he'd attend the touching, to not get lashed, touch the minimal amount of eggs, to not get lashed, and pretend that he'd tried his hardest, to not get lashed. But what if he messed up? What if an egg bonded to him? He felt himself seize up with fear, and tried to dismiss it, for the sake of getting the touching over and done with. He wished that Isscer had given him more tips for avoiding a bond.

Oahvakeen waited until it was his turn, using that time to pick out a nice, non-threatening egg. When it was his turn, he strode quickly to the egg he'd picked out. He knelt and slowly produced his hands, palm up. As if pushing something very heavy, his hands slowly neared the surface of the egg, until they rested on the surface. "I don't want you. I don't want a dragon. Bond to someone else. If you bond with me, I will try to leave you at every opportunity, I don't want you.", his lips did not move nor was his voice heard as he tried to think aloud to the egg.

As if the surface of the egg were searing hot, he retracted his hands and wrung them in his lap. Would touching one egg be enough to satisfy the weyr and appear like he was trying? He pretended that his hands were hurt by the touching and briskly walked back to the line.

Touches the Poisoned egg

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Isscer actually made some effort with his appearance; since the Candidate lessons had picked up, he had naturally had to give up the majority of his time in the fields. He gathered along with the others, hair combed and slightly damp, face and hands pink from the scrubbing he had given them.

As he waited his turn, Isscer couldn't help but be nervous. His fate depended on this Touching, this clutch; the ever-present worry that he could Impress nearly crippling. His knees trembled, stomach twisting into knots, but there was nothing that could be done--Candidates were expected to Stand, and he had no desire to be lashed.

It was with a careful, measured walk that Isscer approached his chosen egg, face carefully composed into a calm expression. His hand shook, betraying his nerves, as he carefully laid his palm on the eggshell. Faranth, please, just let this be over! He yearned for the day when he could go home, but the frequent clutches and Candidacies ate away at his hope. There was always the chance--slim, he thought--that there would be a hatching that wanted him as a Bonded; the searchrider that had Stolen him had been sure that he was suitable, and that was such a worrying thought it nearly had his stomach jumping to his throat. Suppressing a grimace, Isscer sighed.

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With a gold egg on the sands, the young women who were decided upon as ‘suitable’ to be gold candidates had been required to be at the candidate lessons along with the young men who’d be standing for the fighting dragons.  Because of such, Aparicus knew the young men who stepped forward first by name, though much further interaction beyond that was always hindered by her own phobia.  In fact, it was that same phobia of human touch that kept her a few steps outside of the group with carefully chosen people between her and the rest of the class as she kept her arms wrapped firmly around her midsection – all the better to keep her elbows from bumping into someone else.

Both Oahvakeen and Isscer seemed… nervous, as they approached the eggs.  Aparicus watched as they each chose their first egg to touch (and maybe the only ones they’d chose to) and she couldn’t help but wonder what was going through their minds.  She’d knew that they, like herself, were stolen from the North but she couldn’t help but have a sneaking suspicion that neither of them were as grateful for the sanctuary that Katila offered as she was.

But then again, Apari herself was torn.  How long would Katila continue to be her sanctuary?  Her safe haven?  She felt Cinnamon, her bronze firelizard bump his head against her cheek in a quick and reassuring nuzzle.  Despite the poisoning, there seemed to be an uneasy sense of order still being run within the Weyr as daily life continued, but the whispering and rumors that had been going around since the investigation into D’ren’s poisoning began left her on edge.  Would a gold dragon protect her from those eyes and whispering lips?  Lips that spread the fact that she was one of the folks in the Weyr who could actually identify the plant that had been used on D’ren – After all, she was a farmcrafter who specialized in herbs and spices.

Ah, but while a gold dragon would offer her some small amount of safety from the cruelty floating around the Weyr, it would also put her squarely in the path of Bronze and Brown riders alike.  In their path and at their mercy once the golden dragon was old enough to fly.  Her eyes glanced at Jada as she remembered the rumors of the gold rider’s own flights and how she’d been treated during them.

The thought was enough to make her blood run cold.

Watching as another woman stepped away from the gold egg, Apari took the chance to walk up quickly, making sure to stay out of reach of others and taking a path that was safe from any misguided ‘bumping’ until she came up to the shimmering egg.  Reaching out gentle fingers that had been gnarled turns ago, she let her calloused fingers run across the smooth egg in a soft caress. 

Apari loved the dragons here and she loved the Weyr itself.  It was wonderful beyond her dreams despite the flights and dragon-lust.  Then again, compared to the home she had come from, being left out for threadfall would have seemed a blissful escape from her past.

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Bordtai’s appearance was very similar to Isscer’s, skin bright red from scrubbing and he’d even attempted to run his fingers through his naturally curly hair, though it was for very different reasons.  While Isscer was worried about lashings, Bordtai knew that he had to prove that he was ready to be there.  After all, he was finally in his 12th turn and by rights old enough to stand for the clutch as a child of the Weyr.  Sure, he was the smallest boy who showed up for the candidate classes – small enough that he’d even needed to go and find another rider who would vouch to the Weyrling Master that he was, in fact, old enough.

Of course, after one of the candidate classes there had also been the problem of some of the larger Weyrbrats claiming that he was a dimglow and shouldn’t be allowed to stand.  They’d almost convinced the adults of that too, until Bordtai lucked out and the questions that were asked of him had nothing to do with reading and letters.  Instead they had been about the dragons with a few number questions tossed in.  Bordtai might not be able to read and he might struggle with spelling his own name with a pen, but numbers in his head he could do with the best of them.

And so it was, Bordtai stood there with his face and arms rosy-pink from scrubbing and his hands freshly washed as well.  Even his hand-me-down clothes were clean and he was wearing the best set he owned, given to him during a rainstorm by a bronze rider of the Weyr.  It seemed fitting to Bordtai to wear a dragonrider’s clothing if he wished to become a dragonrider himself.

Shifting from one foot to another, Bordtai did so not out of discomfort (his boots were just thick enough to let him ignore the heat) but out of excitement.  How many times had he snuck out to watch a hatching?  Now he was going to be able to touch the eggs!  Oh which one would he touch?  They’d said to touch as many as they wanted with exception of the gold egg – but what boy would want a gold dragon anyways?  Bordtai wanted a dragon that flamed.  He wanted to be a fighting member of the Weyr.  He wanted to finally be able to be on level ground with the older, larger Weyrbrats.

Seeing an opening at one of the eggs, Bordtai stepped forward.  He wasn’t picky, he’d love any color that chose him.  Green, Blue or Brown, it didn’t matter.  Of course, he didn’t dare dream big enough to believe he might get a Bronze, but he could defiantly be hopeful for a smaller dragon.  After all, despite being the butt of many jokes he was still a son of the Weyr.  That meant he had a better chance than the men brought here from the North… didn’t it?  That was what the other Weyrbrats said between classes either way.  Bordtai could believe they’d be right about that at least.

His short, skinny legs finally brought him to the egg that was mostly white but had splashes of color in red and orange around it’s shell.  A small washed hand reached out slowly, hesitating just at the shell before laying flat upon it’s surface and Bordtai found wonder at how firm but smooth the egg could be. 


Overwhelming Fatigue

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R'vi
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Another Touching.

Ryvian loved them and the various emotions that he was swamped with based on the egg he put his hand on, especially since he was a man that was pretty one-note when it came to them. It was hard to keep him down and anger him; the elder twin always preferring to smile and laugh to the point where he barely felt disappointment or stayed upset for long. The strong emotions some of the little hidden dragonets got out of him were amazing to experience and while he may have casually told Nyvian about it, Ryvian wasn’t quick to point out how he felt about Touchings either. It didn’t help that twice now over the course of hatchings he had been a part of, that he felt a slight connection to the dragonet within. In the end it had been one sided as the creature bonded to someone he felt needed him more and Ryvian understood that.

Maybe he just wasn’t ready for a dragon yet and they all knew that. It wasn’t a crime not to Impress at the first or second Hatching and it wasn’t a sin to be over twenty when it happened either. Still, there were eggs to be Touched and one might be for him this time!

Ryvian strolled onto the Sands with his classmates, loitering somewhere near the front but not technically at the start of the line since he didn’t want to seem too eager to get out there. On the way, his gaze went here, there, and everywhere, taking in the sight of the eggs he had already stolen peeks at over the past several days and who else was watching them. His smile widened when he saw Indivara and it only brightened at her scowl. It wasn’t fair that she couldn’t Stand again and Ryvian knew he was on his way to a punch later on – if Indivara didn’t jump him then and there for being so chipper – but he couldn’t resist waving and greeting his fellow ‘brat. “Hey, Di! Which one should I start with?” Ryvian barely contained the eye roll when the grumpy weyrlingmaster sent him a glare for daring to talk so loudly. Indivara couldn’t be a part of it but he wanted to include her in some way regardless! Not that her bronze would be in this Clutch, he assured her over and over until they were finally both sick of his voice.

Taking the glare he got in response as a guide to which egg to Touch, Ryvian nearly skipped over to the egg that was closest to where Indivara and the gold crew were and eyed it a moment. It was a pretty egg; cream with pale grey vertical stripes on it. Ryvian wondered what lay within. Was it a tiny dragonet that longed to grow tall, like vertical stripes often made humans appear to be? Was it a dragon that would enjoy symmetry or everything in order? One way to find out! Still smiling, Ryvian placed his palm on the warm shell.




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Rhaedalyn
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Rhaedalyn wasn’t sure she wanted to be here. Oh, it was exciting to know another gold egg was on the Sands, of course! She was worried she wasn’t going to live up to the reasons she was there and once again prove to be a failure. That would remain to be seen soon enough at the Hatching and this was only a Touching, something some people didn’t believe changed the fate of anything but it could still be disastrous. What if the dragonet already knew she didn’t want a girl that couldn’t do anything right and only rejection was felt? It was possible! That fear had kept her up most of the night where she laid in bed with her firelizards, trying not to wake Mevrit as she pet the fair and hugged them. They were with her then as well; Muffin cradled in her arms with Whisper and Rumour each on a shoulder. They were a bit of a security blanket but at the same time Rhaedalyn didn’t want to come across as weak so despite them being allowed on the Sands with her, she sent them away. Muffin was told to go sit with Kahleena since he liked her, while Rumour and Whisper went to R’nya since they liked the bronzerider. Xyreith would likely grumble, but when didn’t he?

Alone, yet not, since she had Mevrit and the other Candidates around her, Rhaedalyn eyed the eggs suspiciously. How was this going to go for her? She was so nervous that she didn’t realise they were being ushered on the Sands and was almost pushed aside by an eager boy. A mumbled apology was issued, though it likely wasn’t heard. Rhaedalyn’s usual cheery attitude was hidden behind fear – and the brim of her floppy hat thanks to constantly staring at her feet. It would work out, right? It was just a simple Touching and it didn’t predict how anything would go when the little dragonets cracked shell and sought out their lifemates.

Knowing she would only disappoint – only not, because her friends were amazing – V’zire, Kahleena, and R’nya if she chickened out and ran away without Touching the egg she had been selected to Stand before, Rhaedalyn put on a smile and moved with the crowd towards the clutch. Her slowness won her a little extra time, which she couldn’t decide if it was a good thing or not. A couple of girls had already Touched the egg and now Aparicus was moving towards it. Rhaedalyn hung back, giving the egg and girl space and flicked her gaze to Kahleena. Her friend was so excited! Rhaedalyn couldn’t help but give a genuine smile and wave at her. Kahleena served as a nice distraction as well since Rhaedalyn didn’t want to see how the other girls reacted to the egg they were all vying to Impress the contents of.


ooc: Nothing. Rhaedalyn will Touch the Feline's Feast after Aparicus has left it.

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Oahvakeen – Poisoned Egg
At first, this egg seems to elicit no feelings in your mind until after a few moments there’s a burst of energy, like something exploding inside your skull. This happens again and again, increasing in frequency until it is one continued feeling.

Isscer – Secrets Uncovered Egg
While initially brightness and happiness radiates from this egg, it is quick to turn into darkness and cruelty. It beats into your skull, louder and louder until you pull your hand away.

Aparicus – Feline’s Feast Egg
At first, there is nothing… It drags on, until that moment just before you withdraw your hand – a soft and sleepy murmur, then a low purring fills your mind, washing over you gently and with a mild contentment. There is a yawning sensation, a shake and the soft purring continues. You are given a curious poke, before the little one withdraws.

Bordtai – Overwhelming Fatigue Egg
No matter how well rested you might be, this egg instantly saps all the energy from you. Fatigue plagues your bones and troubles your mind, even lingering somewhat after your touch has left the shell.

Ryvian – Silver Horizons Egg
There is a heavy sense of foreboding emanating from this egg. As if the world is about to come to an end, it seems to tremble with fear… and excitement.

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V'ra
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Indivara’s nose crinkled distastefully as Ryvian practically gushed upon entering the sands, the girl deciding if she puked now, she was going to aim at his face. She wasn’t sure how far she’d be able to project it, though, and Krypth’s comment that if she got any on her that Indivara would be giving her a full body scrub did not sound appealing. Bathing Krypth was a chore on a good, healthy day. Indivara wasn’t lifting a finger for the fat gold while she felt so crook. Krypth repaid her by snorting on her face, causing the girl to grunt as she held down a dry heave.

Ryvian’s question had watering eyes glaring at him as Indivara breathed harshly through her nose to control the desire to puke, and she pointed with wordless venom at the gold egg. The elder brat’s rainbows and sunshine skipping over to an egg that he just had to know wasn’t the one Indivara had pointed at, had the girl snarling as she sat up, Blood Sucker chittering quietly in her lap as she waited for Ryvian to finish being overwhelmed by whatever stupid emotions the stupid baby was giving off. Krypth’s retort at calling her unborn offspring stupid was ignored. “Not that one, you fucking idiot.” Indivara wasn’t the nicest person on a good day. On a bad day, she was worse.

Deciding to try and help, Psh took off quietly, and swirled around Ryvian’s head for a moment, before she grabbed at his sleeve and jerked him towards the gold egg, chittering excitedly. Touch this one! Indivara laughed, a sound that turned into a cough and ended in a dry gag that had Krypth pulling her head back and eyeing the girl distrustfully. Psh dropped Ryvian’s sleeve to dart back to her human, crooning softly as she landed on Indivara’s knee. Indivara waved her hand irritably before anyone – or thing – could vocalise a question, and then pointed vaguely towards another egg.

“That one next.” Indivara demanded her friend hoarsely, daring him to question her. If she wasn’t allowed to touch the bloody eggs, than Ryvian could bloody well touch them for her! Indivara threw Krypth a dirty look when the gold reminded her (again) that she was more than welcome to touch any of the eggs. Because obviously Krypth thought lashing scars would look just dandy alongside all the other scars Indivara already carried. The comment of ‘then don’t get caught’ had Indivara elbowing the gold harshly in the chest.

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Kahleena
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It’s all very exciting, really, the gold said in a tightly wound voice, staring at the goings on through Kahleena’s eyes as the girl watched with obvious excitement. She simply couldn’t wait to have her own clutch! It would be ever so wonderful to watch all the candidates totter around her unhatched babies and pet their shells! Kahleena giggled softly at her young dragon’s enthusiasm, though her own doubts and insecurities – namely about the flight itself – remained strong and steady. She was so afraid!

Kahleena was an intelligent girl. Maybe not the most intelligent around, but she was certainly smart enough to know that her husband would have found a new wife – a better wife – one who could produce beautiful little boys for him, and keep them alive. She’d failed so terribly at being a wife, a mother, and her shame was never ending in such times as those thoughts arose. A chilled shiver travelled down the willowy young woman’s spine and she clung desperately to the reassurance that Okalinath flooded her with. A moment later, and Muffin was twirling through the air before her. The young woman paused, watching him before suddenly reaching out and snatching the tiny blue creature from the air before her. He squeaked, but didn’t fight as she cuddled him close to her chest. She would have preferred to cuddle against Okalinath, but the gold refused to enter the Sands while it was so obviously Krypth’s domain.

Kahleena thought she was being silly, but left well enough alone.

Excited brown eyes watched as each of the young woman took their turn to touch the golden dragonet’s eggshell, Kahleena trembling with excitement to see how it would speak to Rhaedalyn. A genuine smile of encouragement was flashed at Aparicus; Kahleena didn’t recall much about the young woman – she seemed very reserved and withdrawn and Kahleena really didn’t like breaking into people’s bubbles – but she was a potential gold and Kahleena had been in as many lessons with her as not, now.

I wish I had gotten to touch your shell! It was a wistful thought, carrying only half-heartedly to her dragon as she watched Aparicus settle her fingers on the softly shining shell. While the results of the touchings being undergone by the young men should have interested her – after all, potential mates for her Okalinath could be within those eggs – Kahleena found she didn’t care to watch them. She was far more interested in her various friends and acquaintances that were taking turns with Okalinath’s little sister.

I will let you pet my eggs, Okalinath promised softly, bemused by Kahleena’s thoughts. You can prepare them for grubby candidate fingers. Her amused tone caused Kahleena to giggle, before her eyes widened and she leaned forward excitedly. Was it Rhaedalyn’s turn now?! Muffin squeaked when she squeezed him too hard, and Kahleena did her best to loosen her hold, without releasing him.

It was so exciting!!

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Isscer was pleasantly surprised at the initial happiness from the egg, a faint almost-smile stealing across his face. The Touchings were often strange; every egg had their own presence of being, but Isscer had often found that the Katilian eggs were tricky. His thumb moved in an absent-minded stroke along the shell as he wondered what had gotten into this dragonet, why it was actually nice.

Waves of cruelty began to invade his mind, and Isscer's mouth fell open, quickly shutting as he grimaced. Sharding dragons! He was not a cruel person, but the feelings of darkness seemed to latch onto the despair and wavering hope he tried to hid, aggravating them further. It wasn't quite unlike rubbing salt in an open wound, and he hissed through his teeth, hand dropping away as he took a quick step back. The look he shot the Weyrlingmaster was smug, as if to say 'I touched an egg, now I'm finished', but Isscer changed his mind about leaving.

Indivara was a strange sort, not that Isscer had ever had much to do with her. Her abrasive personality was fine--his own personality wasn't that friendly--but her marked dislike of the Northerners rankled. It was curious to see her looking so worn-down, and Isscer stepped away from the eggs to investigate. "You are looking well this afternoon, Indivara," Isscer greeted, hoping to push some buttons. "I'm surprised you're not out there looking for your bronze, regardless of orders."

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Nyvian had been through a few Touchings, and he had begun to come to the conclusion that touching egg clearly had no influence over who the dragonet picked. Come time for the Hatching, it seemed like dragonets picked at random. The young man had come to the point of doubting the process a little, but refused to be the negative Nancy of the little party. He didn't quite let Ryvian on to the fact that the process was a little disheartening, but he assumed that if Ryvian hadn't picked up on it yet, he certainly would if Nyvian made it through this Hatching without Impressing. When the twins got up this morning and dressed, Nyvian certainly seemed as chipper as he was normally on any given day.

He was also certain that there wasn't a dragonet out there who would Impress to a pouty brat! Nyvian tried to shake off the feeling that this was pointless. He rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the tension out of them as they were shuffled out onto the Hatching Sands. Ryvian quickly found an egg that interested him, and normally Nyvian would be right on his heels to test out the same egg as well. Part of him liked to think that it had to confuse the poor dragonet inside so much to have two personalities so similar crash against it. Maybe that was why neither of them had Impressed yet, no dragonet could tell them apart enough to decide which one was right for them!

Of course, if the Touchings were truly pointless, then there was no need to worry over touching the same egg right after his twin. For the moment, he'd try to give it the benefit of the doubt and twist things up. Today he wasn't going to follow on Ryvian's heel, and instead cast his brother an impish grin and headed away from him. He'd let Indivara play the little dictator over which egg Ryvian picked - maybe that would finally convince the girl to get into bed with him. He approached a rather plain looking egg, and rested his palm against the warm shell, gently stroking his fingers over the firm surface.

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Apari couldn't help but wonder at the eggs quiet at first, the other touchings she had taken part in had included strong emotions.  Just as she was about to pull her hand away she felt the purring and sleepy yawn in her mind.  A smile crept upon her lips and she whispered back to the egg with the same caring voice she used on the living things within her garden.

"Go back to sleep little lady. I didn't mean to wake you."

Of course talking to the egg may have seemed crazy, but it was not uncommon for people to catch her talking out loud to her plants in the spice garden either.  Apari was just strange that way.

Lifting up her hand she returned the smile of her fellow gold candidate before removing herself back to the safety located at the edge of the sands.


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Farren moved over the sands, mildly surprised by the heat despite having been told to expect it. The gold egg loomed nearby, a haunting reminder of what every woman could be: A broodmare. Was she any better with the demand to produce children? That thought had weighed on her mind for quite some time and, as always, she pushed it to the side. It was nothing to worry about. She couldn't very well make a baby grow in her belly, now could she?

Focusing on the task at hand, she moved over the sands heading towards the egg that had been indicated. While the others might worry over it being another touching, Farren hardly minded. Oddly, she liked touchings. And hatchings, though they'd proven rather depressing as she failed time and time again. They were, after all, exciting! New life being there, just below her fingers in a hardened shell! It was fascinating! And she doubted she would ever tire of the thrill of seeing the hatchlings spill onto the sand.

She crouched near the egg, pulling her skirts up and pressing a hand to the shell. She smiled and ran her fingers over it gently. "Grow strong!" she whispered, hoping the dragon within could hear and would do as she asked.

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Ryvian furrowed his brows in confusion as the emotions hit him. There was so much fear! Yet, there was a hint of excitement and that was a strange mixture. Why would the dragonet have those two sensations mingling when it felt like it feared a major event that would change everything they knew and loved? What was even stranger was how Ryvian didn’t feel any other connection with the egg. It neither embraced him to keep him close and learn more about him nor did it actively try to send him away like one egg did in a past clutch. The egg simply existed and feared, which was strong enough to make Ryvian fear and anticipate the unknown.

He slowly slid his hand over the shell, trying to find a way to remove his hand as his vision blurred while looking at those vertical stripes. He was afraid but wanted to see what it was! The unknown was scary, yes, but the mystery was exciting! He could understand why the little creature within felt that way as well. With more luck than actual willpower, Ryvian finally broke contact with the smooth shell as his palm and soon the fingers slipped free of the surface. “It better be something amazing, eggie. I’ll be right there with you to see if the excitement ends up stronger than the fear.” He whispered softly to the egg and stepped back for someone else to experience that.

Nyvian normally would have been the next one to Touch it and afterwards they would compare if they had the same experience but as Ryvian looked to one side and then the other, he didn’t see his twin. A quick glance over the eggs found his brother at another egg entirely and it brought a frown to lips that couldn’t hold such an expression for too long a time. Why was he over there? They were allowed to do things on their own, of course, but they did a lot more together! Well, this just meant they had more to talk about later if they didn’t get a chance to Touch them all each. With a grin back in place, Ryvian turned back to Indivara who looked ready to vomit or to smack him – probably both.

An eye roll was given at the instructions to Touch the egg that was clearly golden though Ryvian had to admit that would be amusing! Everyone’s reactions would be priceless though the punishment might not be. There was a chance his touch would scare or screw up the dragonet and Ryvian didn’t want to be blamed for anything happening to a gold. As he turned away from Indivara, he gently slapped his ass and blew a kiss over his shoulder to silently tell his friend she could kiss his backside as the eggs were scoped out.

A small egg that seemed to have a bit of orange around the base had just been abandoned by a Candidate and Ryvian was drawn to it. Once he tried to close his eyes and be guided by some sense of fate that would lead him to the right egg to Touch and bond with but now he went to the ones that had cool patterns and seemed to be extra unique amongst the other shells. The orange band was pretty nifty and it earned Ryvian kneeling down and setting a steady palm on its shell. Tryst was silently observing from Krypth’s back where he had boldly taken up a place of residence to watch what Ryvian and Nyvian were up to. He didn’t want to be left behind but Ryvian wanted to make sure he didn’t cause trouble so they compromised by allowing the little blue firelizard to watch from somewhere close by. Krypth was possibly a bit closer than planned but Ryvian wasn’t concerned, especially if he had eggs to Touch!


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Rhaedalyn was almost antsy and played with her fingers nervously as she waited for her turn. She did her best to keep an eye on Kahleena who seemed extremely thrilled for her but Rhaedalyn wasn’t sure if she could share that enthusiasm. There was a chance she might like the golden creature and then not be chosen. After all, there were several girls all looking to Impress the same dragonet. Mevrit was a good choice, as were Jisralna and Aparicus. What made her stand out above those girls? Was there a chance she would jump in front of the other girls, like Kahleena had been pushed, to steal the Impression – if it even worked that way?

Last Touching she hadn’t been allowed on the Sands since they didn’t see a golden egg and Rhaedalyn had been crushed. Disappointment at being a failure was strong and she ran off crying. Now, she was allowed on the Sands and was about to meet the newest golden dragon and she was terrified. So much rode on this! They could start a bond, they could hate each other, they could bond at the hatching and new pressures would be placed on them. What if she was a terrible dragonrider? What if her gold never rose? What if she couldn’t maintain a dragon despite always helping V’zire with Niskziath? Maybe it was better to run away in tears again.

She didn’t get that chance though as Aparicus said something to the egg and walked away. It was her turn! Another glance was given to Kahleena and Muffin before slow and trembling steps were taken toward the egg. “Hello, little one,” she greeted softly as Rhaedalyn arranged her skirts to crouch as elegantly as she could. “I hope I’m not bothering you. My name is Rhaedalyn and no matter what, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She had no idea if the dragonet could hear her or remember anything she said but manners dictated that she introduce herself with a proper greeting. After all, wasn’t she disturbing the dragon and even invading its space by touching it?

This was it! Rhaedalyn was nervous and excited as she lifted a hand to place it on the smooth surface.



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It was sudden, like a shock to his whole system as the egg seemed to sap all of his energy.  While Bordtai may have thought the egg would pull the energy out of him through his hands it wasn’t the case.  It just simply disappeared.  As if Bordtai had been going strong for too long.  He could feel it to his core, that fatigue and lack of energy, right to his bones as the happiness in his eyes faded swiftly. 

What is wrong with me? he thought as he struggled to even keep his eyes open, not really wanting to snatch his hands away from the egg.  He didn’t want to egg to feel as if he was unwanted – Bordtai knew that feeling well enough to not want to bestow it upon the little dragon in the egg.  Is something wrong with the egg? 

It seemed to take everything in him to brush his hands across the egg’s shell and not just let them drop.  Once more he caressed the shell before slowly pulling his tired, aching hands away.  Was he feeling how tired the dragon was inside the shell?  If the dragon was that tired, would he have the energy to break free the day of the hatching?  Bordtai could not help but look up to the golden queen with worry in his eyes even as he continued to struggle with the fatigue he still felt.  Was she worried that the egg and dragon inside were too tired?  Too weak?  Or was it his own weakness he was feeling?

Perhaps he wasn’t ready for this after all.  Perhaps he was too small.  Perhaps being too small would make him too weak and that was what the dragon inside the egg was showing him.  Doubt crossed his mind and he stuck his hands in his pockets and began to walk through the clutch toward the exit of the hatching sands.  He was second guessing his own strength now.  Perhaps the other Weyrbrats were right and he was close enough to a dimglow to not be worthy of a dragon.

As he passed an egg on the edge of the group, he pulled one hand back out of his pocket and brushed his fingers across it’s shell as he walked by.  He was allowed to touch as many eggs as he wanted as long as it didn’t include the gold egg.  He’d first planned on touching every single one of them to increase his chances as much as possible, but after that first egg and the doubts that now plagued his mind, he was ready to leave the hatching sands to relocate his courage elsewhere.  Even so, he couldn’t help but brush against that second egg wistfully.


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Nyvian – Six Feet Under
Darkness encases your mind, even the vision of those most sensitive to the eggs. There is no feeling other than the darkness, and a heavy nothingness.

Farren – Brewing Storm
One of the more placid eggs, this one seems to brood beneath your fingers. It gently rolls throughout your mind, as if the dragonet inside is seeking the perfect place to burst through, though it never happens.

Ryvian – Wall of Flame
This egg feels almost painful to touch, with a tingling sensation starting in your fingers and spreading through the rest of your body. It’s pleasant to start with, but increases to a very uncomfortable intensity.

Rhaedalyn – Feline’s Feast
The hairs rise on your neck as if someone is watching you, stalking you in the shadows. Fear pools in your belly as this sensation increases, slowly but surely until pain lances fiercely through your mind.

Bordtai – Silver Horizons
The little egg seems to tremble anxiously under your fingertips, fear and excitement building up like the froth on a kettle of boiling milk, until it finally overflows in a sudden explosion of emotion, the egg neither afraid nor excited as it is so heavily influenced with both. Then the emotion vanishes with a puff.

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Indivara lifted a hand, flicking Ryvian the bird when he turned to look back at her with a slap to the arse, the girl jerking her wrist sharply to twist her finger; sit on this and rotate – of course, knowing what a slut Ryvian could be, Indivara wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to take her up on it. Later, he’d make smart remarks, and she’d laugh them off and roll her eyes; for now she could see he was focused on the eggs, and that made her skin crawl with irritation, solely because she was denied the chance to pet their shells. No matter how many reasons she invented about how she didn’t care, Indivara cared – and she cared deeply – and if she weren’t feeling so crappy, a tantrum would have been thrown. As it was, the only thing Indivara felt like throwing were her stomach’s contents… Preferably at Ryvian.

The irritable glare Indivara was feeding to Ryvian’s back was interrupted by someone talking to her – someone that was distinctly not Jada or Krypth or any of the prissy bitches in dresses that were surrounding her. Icy blue eyes shifted to stare at Isscer from her seat on Krypth’s left leg, and an eyebrow arched slightly at him; maybe she’d throw up on him. Stupid Northerners didn’t know shit… and he’d probably look better with a coating of stomach acid.

“My bronze isn’t there,” Indivara stated frankly, ignoring the dig about her appearance as she made a very good job of looking down her nose at the young man, despite having to look up at him. “Krypth doesn’t think a bronze is worthy of me, and refuses to clutch me one.” The word ‘clutch’ was emphasised by a harsh elbow to Krypth’s chest; the gold dragon just puffed out a laugh and moved her leg, threatening to unseat Indivara. “So there really isn’t any point.”

The girl sniffed dismissively; while she certainly wasn’t about to risk Impressing a green by attending every clutch Krypth laid (her current explanation for not putting up a fight about Standing this round), Indivara would have been hard pressed to walk across the Hatching grounds at that moment without leaving a trail of sick in her wake. She’d been meaning to go and see Talian – but the times she felt well enough to seek him out, he’d been busy with his dragon or Indivara had ended up otherwise occupied. She’d get around to visiting him eventually. For now, she was still managing to eat, drink and walk around, so it was no big deal. The girl was more interested in hiding another bought of sickness from her mother, who was particularly antsy when her daughter’s health was involved and was liable to end up chaining her to a bed in the healer hall.


From her perch on Indivara’s shoulder, Psh stood up, leaning forward and crooning softly at Isscer questioningly, her head tilted to one side as she peered up at him. Indivara rolled her eyes, but smirked when Blood Sucker rose up the bat Psh around the nose with a paw, sending the gold reeling back to wrap sulkily around Indivara’s neck, making a soft mewing sound of distress. Visibly, Indivara ignored the actions of the two firelizards, though her subtle smirk remained. Psh rubbed her head against the side of Indivara’s head, just below her ear, while Blood Sucker curled up placidly once more, though he glared at Isscer as irritably as Indivara.


“Not touching any more?” It was a snide question, an eyebrow arching, the expression twisting the scarred marks across her face. “Affeared of de widdle eggiez?”

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He didn't want to actually touch the egg, but only pretend like he was. To pretend that he was a good candidate who actually wanted to impress and do good by the weyr's standards. The very weyr that had stolen him like some disposable commodity.  But all of his hopes, fears, dreams, and desires were washed away into silence as he waited the appropriate amount of time in his game of pretending.

There was... there was... nothing. His chest had begun to breathe a sigh of relief, subconsciously. But the nothing had a sense of silence, a lack of everything holy, good, or bad. He felt as if he were standing in the middle of a devoid desert. No, in the middle of thing. There was a sense of dread. What if he had killed the egg? But then he did feel something. It was a pang, like a singular heartbeat in his mind. But very loud. He wanted to cover his ears with his hands from the volume of it, but he could not. It elicited this feeling of energeticness. And then the heartbeat again. And again. Again and again until there was no discerning from one heartbeat to the next. It felt as if all of the emotions in the universe had been heightened into a pandemonium, rolled into one, and injected into his bloodstream.

He had removed his hand. He felt excited, but also numb, deaf, and disoriented, as if he had been standing in the middle of nuclear explosions. His heart rate had gone through the roof, and he felt weak, as if he had just run a marathon.

His other hand reached into the sand below him, to steady him, but the searing sand met his flesh and burned. He withdrew his hand. He stood, weakly. No, he didn't want a dragon. He didn't want this dragon nor any other dragon. And he didn't want to be here at this weyr or at any other weyr or even alive or ... or ... Wait, what? He didn't even want to be alive? What was he thinking? He slowly made his way back to where the candidates waited, his steps slow and dragging. Out of range of the eggs, he keeled over onto his knees and clutched his stomach. He didn't feel well. He didn't want to be here. He had to get out. He devised a plan. Not a good plan, but a plan.

He forcefully coughed. Again. And then over and over again, just like the pangs of the egg he hadn't actually touched, but had felt, all the same. He felt his stomach go into his throat. He could puke, now. But not on the sands. He rose and began a jog towards the door, holding his stomach as if it could fall off. Once out of the room, he grabbed a waste bin, and shoved a finger to the back of his throat. It worked.

Soon, the waste bin was full of a yellow, acidic smelling substance. He wiped his mouth, tied up the bag, and began to walk back to his quarters, away from all of this. It occurred to him that all of the other candidates had been there, including Isscer. He wondered how they had done, but realized he had been too selfish to look and see for himself.



Sorry for not posting that round, I was very sick and I'm still getting over it.

Not touching any eggs.

IC actions have IC consequences, so if there are consequences for this post, so be it! TL;DR: He fakes getting sick and makes himself puke outside, and then leaves.

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A chill went down her spine and Rhaedalyn suddenly felt on edge and nervous. She couldn’t help but look around her, convinced everyone must have been watching her given the intensity of the sensation she was drowning in. Naturally Kahleena was indeed watching her and she looked about ready to burst out of her skin in either excitement or nervousness; maybe both. But that wasn’t what caused the belief that she was the prime target of someone, as if she was being …stalked. No one else besides the other gold candidates were paying her much attention which only left Rhaedalyn confused.

Nervously she glanced around her surroundings a few more times as the fear grew within her. Someone – or something – was definitely keeping a close watch on her and Rhaedalyn couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Was a dragon spying on her for the rider? Oh! What if it was Tyrrisath and she was in trouble with S’kef? She didn’t want his attention on her since he could be rather intimidating when upset. Whatever it was, there was a keen interest in her and Rhaedalyn was afraid. Fear and paranoia began to steal her breath as Rhaedalyn inched closer to hyperventilating until the pain born from the fear grew to be too much and she staggered away from the egg, breaking contact and unknowingly freeing herself from the sensation of being watched.

What had just happened? The nervousness faded away and it didn’t feel like she was about to be pounced from the shadows anymore. All was as it seemed and nothing was amiss. She received a few strange looks due to her panting and a hand clinging to her head though. No doubt she looked like she was about to be sick but Rhaedalyn felt fine, for the most part. She knew she wasn’t going to be physically ill but as she stared at the egg, realization dawned on her that the little lady inside was causing all of that. “I’m sorry,” she whispered on another step back, “I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll go now. I’m sorry.”

She wanted to flee from the Sands but that would be un-lady like to run away in tears in front of everyone. Besides, she had one friend about to Touch the scary egg and another waiting to hear about it. She had to keep her composure. “She’s not for me, Mevrit,” Rhaedalyn spoke quietly to her friend as she approached and quickly took Mevrit’s hand between hers for a quick squeeze and offered a large smile. “Good luck!” It was meant as a cheer, a wish that the other girl Impressed; not a parting sentiment to warn her of the treatment the egg might give.

Leaving Mevrit and the other girls behind, Rhaedalyn moved a bit further away from the group to stand alone and wait patiently. Muffin was the first to leave his guardian, crooning softly at Kahleena before zipping over to Rhaedalyn into her outstretched arms. Rumour and Whisper followed soon after, no doubt to the relief of R’nya and Xyreith. All three took to comforting her as best as they could while Rhaedalyn smiled at Kahleena. An unspoken promise was given; she would explain everything at another time, not when so many people were around. Besides, she needed time to comprehend everything that had happened.

She had been upset before when she couldn’t Touch any eggs but now Rhaedalyn wondered if that had been the better day and getting to interact with the baby gold was the punishment. It felt like a feline was going to jump out from beneath the sand and grab her!

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The blood-curdling expression Indivara was giving him didn't appear to faze Isscer; he'd dealt with more impressive brats before, and Indivara looked visibly pale. It was probably some kind of cold, but it definitely made her less intimidating to know that she wasn't at the top of her game. The easy way that Indivara interacted with Krypth, however, was a bit unsettling, and Isscer took a step back with the large dragon moved.

It was silly for a girl to think she could Impress bronze. Such a thing had never happened before, and even female brownriders were so rare that it never occurred to Isscer that it was possible. He could count on one hand the number of females who had Impressed fighting dragons in the last few Katilan clutches, so it seemed rare that Indivara would be lucky enough to Impress at all, let alone a bronze.

"You certainly don't seem like the type to Impress Gold." Goldriders were more often than not very feminine, girly creatures; Indivara had never stuck Isscer as such a person, and if a female got to Impress a fighter, he assumed it would be her. But it was no secret that she had been barred from the Candidate class, for reasons Isscer didn't understand but assumed to be due to her abrasive personality. "A blue would be just as well, I suppose. It's no bronze, but I could never see you with a gold."

Isscer's eyes narrowed at her, mouth thinning into a line at her snide comment. "I don't see any point. With all the Hatchings I've been to, if Impression is meant to happen it will. Touching eggs probably doesn't make any difference whatsoever." It was a blustery, semi-weak attempt to deflect the question; Isscer was certainly one of the unhappy Northern candidates, and anyone with eyes in their head could tell that he was far from enthused about the upcoming Hatching in general. "Having said that, the eggs do have dragonets in them. We all know how dangerous hungry dragonets can be."

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While there was no exact proof that touching the eggs began a bonding process before the dragonets even hatched, some of the Weyrfolk believed it, and so Mevrit was inclined to give it a chance. She was a practical young woman, and while some were dubious about the Touching and others overexcited, she was merely there for the experience. A Gold egg was on the Sands, and all the Gold Candidates were encouraged to touch her. Mevrit would have been just inclined to go touch any other egg, but she decided to put it off until the Gold had been touched first. So, she waited in line patiently behind Rhaedalyn, watching as first Aparicus touched the egg and seemed to whisper something to it, and then her friend.

Mevrit hoped that Rhaedalyn would have a positive experience. Her friend deserved a dragon just as much as any man, and a Gold was her best bet. It was any girl's best bet, since women Impressing fighting dragons seemed to be just as much of a rarity. Girls weren't even on the Sands if there wasn't a Gold egg for them to try and impress. This was their chance, and Mevrit was determined to take it. Having a Gold dragon wasn't really that important in the scheme of things, seeing as Golds were good for making more dragons, and that was about it. But, shells, any dragon was better than none. She was tired of being some Stolen Candidate destined to never Impress. It was her entire purpose for being kidnapped, and this change in her life would be wasted if she didn't snatch a dragon up for herself.

So, while she wished Rhaedalyn luck and would love to see her on a Gold, Mevrit wanted it too. She was not so immodest as to claim that she didn't want the Gold for herself. Mevrit offered a smile that could have been misinterpreted as insincere as Rhaedalyn finally turned away from the Gold egg, but the expression quickly withered away in favor of confusion over Rhaedalyn's response. "Rhaedalyn, you don't know that..." But how could one misinterpret what she felt? Mevrit frowned, a little displeased that Rhaedalyn had been discouraged from the Gold egg. If she didn't Impress the Gold, she wanted Rhaedalyn to. Rhaedalyn was her roommate and friend, one of the precious true ones she had at Katila Weyr. Naturally, Mevrit wanted the best for her.

She waited until Rhaedalyn had walked off to the side to approach the Gold egg, the egg that had seemingly put Rhaedalyn off so much. Mevrit was mildly anxious to touch the shell, but she was far more determined to do just that. She wanted to know the Gold inside, because she needed a dragon. Mevrit knew that she was more than qualified for one. She'd be a sharding good dragonrider because she wanted to be. Removing the frown from her face, she placed her egg on the shell of the egg, laying the palm of her hand flat against its surface.

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Written By: SunsetWay
#25
The egg was warm, warmer than the others, and Ryvian almost liked it. He was a child of summer with having been born in Ista and then going to the southern continent at an early age so Ryvian loved the heat and sun and took comfort in the warmth radiating from the egg. His fingers tingled from it, like when a foot or hand dipped into a bath that was prepared a bit too warmly but he knew that wasn’t anything to worry about. Or so he thought! The sensation quickly spread throughout and it intensified to the point that Ryvian was suddenly snapping his hand away from the shell and hissing in pain as if he truly was burned. He eyed his palm for several long moments to make sure he actually hadn’t received some degree of a burn before shaking his head at it and then the egg. What was going on with these dragonets?

He hadn’t really felt a true connection with either creature that he had tried to meet but instead felt like he was being scared away by some form of pain or another. In past clutches the dragonets seemed far more curious and prodded at his mind, but these ones wanted nothing to do with him – unless they were testing his limits. That could be if they were crafty little things hidden behind the hardening shells. Perhaps one more egg to test the theory was in order?

Ryvian glanced over at Indivara to see what she made of his current reaction and which egg she suggested next but he saw her with Isscer. He frowned, unsure why a Northerner was trying to chat Indivara up but the expression he could see on her face showed it wasn’t going in Isscer’s favour and that made up for being ignored. Ryvian smirked, knowing the guy didn’t have a chance in whatever he was playing at and turned back to the eggs. One more; that was all he was going to allow himself to see what this clutch was all about.

He walked over to a grey egg that seemed to be ignored, at least for the moment and Ryvian felt a bond already. Nyvian was off exploring his own eggs and Indivara forgot all about him so the little grey egg that seemed to have darker grey dappled on its base was meant for him right then. He was about to find out if that statement was true or not when his palm connected with the shell.



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N'vian
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Written By: Jenn
#26
Nyvian would never understand the feelings the eggs radiated. Some people experienced different things, there were some who claimed they felt nothing at all. Momentarily, his sight was blinded, and his mind was filled not with nothingness, but with darkness. There was something there, but he couldn't see it through the dark fog. The more he tried to break free from the darkness, the more he seemed to be momentarily lost in it. The only solution for the young man was to pull his hand back. Immediately his vision returned, and his mind was clear. Nyvian frowned down at the egg, and he was not so foolhardy that the reaction didn't unsettle him.

He wasn't sure if he could interpret it as positive or negative, and since it was neither, he was convinced that this egg was not for him. Nyvian fought the urge to walk across the Sands back to Ryvian and seek comfort in the twin that he knew so well.  The twins did nearly everything together, and Nyvian was doubting the purpose of his little 'rebellious' streak. Later tonight, when they were back in their hut, Nyvian would probably explain his own actions to Ryvian. He doubted they were that big of a deal, just... unexpected. His gaze cast over to his twin, watching Ryvian leave one egg and move on to another. He really should be following his twin, but since he had started this strategy, he might as well go through with it. It definitely wouldn't work if he went running back to Ryvian.

Nyvian looked for an egg that was close by, mostly so he wasn't tempted to cling to his brother. The egg was pleasantly white, not starkly so, there was some tone to it that it didn't burn his eyes. Fingers reached out to gently touch the shell. Another Candidate had been to this egg already, but Nyvian hadn't paid enough attention to his reaction. Momentarily, his eyes sought out Ryvian before he turned his full attention to the egg. He had to impress one of them, so that a dragonet would choose him. He had attended far too many Hatchings, and was tired of being turned away. Shells, he was starting to think he'd always be turned away.

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Mevrit – Feline’s Feast
Smug contentment stifles you, filling you as it starts in your toes, and then builds up and up. It is all encompassing. It is strong. It makes you wonder about the one within. So sure, so pleased, so smug in everything that she is. Then, suddenly, it is overwhelming, and you jerk away.

Ryvian – Treason Egg
This egg seems unable to make up its mind. Sometimes it is loud and brash, beating relentlessly against your mind, while other times it sulks and is deathly quiet, trying to hide in the corners of your mind.

Nyvian – Secrets Uncovered
The cruelty expressed in the last touching is still there, radiating off the egg viciously. The new touch causes it to pause, after a moment, before it suddenly changes tune, oozing a sickly sweetness that promises all the brilliance one could ever want from life… for a price.

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Written By: ThistleProse
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“Golds are for sissies,” Indivara scowled, ignoring the goldriders in their vicinity and the candidates for exactly that type of dragon. Kahleena seemed far too busy wriggling her way over to see Rhaedalyn to hear anything Indivara said, and Jada had heard it all a million times before. The girl had made no attempt to alter either her tone or the level in which she spoke. Everyone knew her opinions on such things, and if the stupid Northerner wasn’t up to date, well then, she would update him! Idiot Northerners and their brainless stupidity!

“I am not Impressing a stupid blue!” Indivara snapped, even as Krypth rumbled out a laugh and Indivara snapped both hands out to clamp over the gold dragon’s nostrils. Krypth had made it abundantly clear ever since she learned of Indivara’s desire to Impress bronze that the girl would be much better off with a nice, lovely blue – and not some stupid bronze. The beast tugged her head free easily enough, jerking Indivara enough that both of her firelizards took off with disgruntled squawking and fluttered around above the girl’s head.

The comment about dangerous dragonets caused Indivara to stiffen dramatically, rage flaring up on her features as she threw herself off Krypth – who gave a sudden bark – and straight at Isscer, intent on tackling him to the ground, the same moment her fist was flying for his face. Indivara had many known buttons; most of them depended on the girl’s current mood, as to exactly how badly she would react when one was pushed. Her diminutive height and her scarred features, however, were guaranteed to get the feisty little brat to leap into battle.

Blood Sucker and Psh screeched, the two firelizards swarming around the head of their human and then around Krypth, landing on her head anxiously when the dragon called them to order. Despite the gold dragon’s bark of surprise when the girl flew off her leg, she seemed remarkably unfazed by the very Indivara-esque reaction, and simply stood up, shifting so as that she could lie down once more, and protect her eggs from the ruckus the brat was creating.

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R'vi
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Written By: SunsetWay
#29
For all the back and forth the dragonet did, Ryvian was glad for it. A proper reaction! There seemed to be more interaction from this one and he was thankful for it. It was loud within his min at times, true, but it wasn’t trying to hurt him or scare him off. If it did want that, it seemed to quickly change his mind when it started sulking and hiding within his mind. Ryvian gave a little smile when the dragonet did that and a slight protective streak emerged. He wasn’t sure if he was the cause of the hiding or if he was a safe place for the pouty creature to rest in but he wanted it to be calm and welcomed. He also wanted to encourage the inhabitant to stop being so loud when it acted up but at the same time it was almost familiar. Indivara was brash as well and he was used to her comments and her mood swings.

Ryvian suddenly laughed aloud as he made the connection between his friend and the dragonet. Had he just found himself the perfect match? “I hope you’re for me,” Ryvian chanced speaking his wish aloud though it was on a soft whisper meant only for the little egg he petted. The dragonet decided then was a good time to act up again and Ryvian winced but he didn’t chance his opinion; this little guy was kind of fun! He doubted he’d be bored with the mood swings and even coddling the beast when it wanted to hide away could be enjoyable. He opened his mouth to ask the dragonet to remember him and look for him but he suddenly felt silly and knew he was really jinxing himself with that.

Instead, he gave a final pat to the shell and stepped away, a new bounce in his step as he glanced first to Nyvian to see his brother seeming to enjoy his experience as well – which he was definitely going to get all the details about later – and then looked over to Indivara. “Hey, Di, I think I found your twin in dra--” Ryvian didn’t get to finish his sentence as he saw Indivara tensing for what he knew would be a fight. She couldn’t fight on the Sands! Worse, she was on Krypth! She was going to be banned forever and never get her bronze or any other colour. He wasn’t that far from her but Ryvian still didn’t think he’d make it in time to prevent a fist from connecting with a Northerner’s nose but still he took off toward Indivara hoping to catch her in time.

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Written By: ZZZ Archived
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Isscer should have know better than to speak of a touch subject, and his eyes widened, body tensing as Indivara's expression shifted from annoyed to downright livid. He was expecting a verbal tongue lashing, not an actual punch to the face; there was no time to duck or move back, before Indivara was crashing into him.

Her fist connected solidly with his nose, and there was an explosion of pain; Isscer yelled, the searing heat of the Sands burning through his tunic as they fell together. "Fucking cunt!" He swore at her, nose throbbing, blood streaming from it to dampen his clothing and face. She was scrappy, he would give her that, and while it would have been easier to just hit her, Isscer had never hit a woman in his life and didn't plan to now.

"Get off me," he snarled, teeth bared in a pained grimace. hands grappling at her arms. Isscer needed to find somewhere to grab so he could shove her off, but she was too quick and he hurt. His nose was surely broken, and already he could feel the bruises forming underneath his eyes. He tried in vain to catch her fists, but they continued to pummel into him; finally he grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved, rolling his hips as well to unseat her from where she sat on top of him.

He shoved her off and skittered away as fast as he could, not minding the heat of the Sands as he sat there in shock, knees drawn up to his chest. Blood was smeared half-way down his tunic, over his mouth and chin, and no doubt some of it was on her as well. Isscer dabbed at his nose with his sleeve, glaring at Indivara. It was hard to breathe for all the blood, and so he breathed heavily through his mouth, pausing every so often to snap at her. "Crazy bitch! What dragon would ever want you anyway?"

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