17.Jun.13, 08:28 PM
Touching.. The touching was today and Ameris trembled with nervousness. Not from the actual process of touching, for all her failures she enjoyed them immensely. No. Her nerves stemmed from her multiple failures and the fact that she could very well fail here as well. She wiped her sweaty palms on the dress she'd donned for the occasion as she filed onto the hot grounds with the rest. She was thankful she'd left Mud with Rislan or she would've had to chase the little brown around the hatching sands to keep him still, she had no doubt.
The scene that greeted her when she finally made it on to the sands was one that wrung a giggle from her throat. She glanced around to be sure no one realized the bright happy sound had come from her before glancing at the eggs once more. Okalinath was not the kind of gold she had expected to find. Instead of the fiercely protective mother she had been expecting the golden dragon all but bounced in place as she scurried about her hardening eggs rearranging them to her liking.
Another giggle erupted from her as Okalinath snuffled and sniffed each candidate, blurting out advice to them all. No.. Definitely not what Ameris had expected in the gold but a welcome relief to be sure. She glanced quickly to where Krypth lay amongst her own clutch, an old hat at such goings on before she remembered what her father had insisted. Do not touch any egg but the golds. We can not take the chance that another will chose you, he had growled at her and after a long argument she had finally given in. At the memory a bit of the nerves surged and a bit of the happiness she felt dimmed.
She smiled at Kahleena as the girl came to collect her exuberant dragon, all the while wiping her palms on her skirt. She listened with half an ear at the instructions of Jayedi, she'd been through enough of these to know a thing or two. Sighing as the female weyrlingmaster finally finished, Ameris made her way towards the eggs that would hopefully hold the two gold hatchlings. Never could tell if the color would be on the mark, but it looked to be a sure clue.
Kneeling, she reached out a hand and touched first the gold egg of Okalinath's clutch. She did nothing for several moments, she'd long ago given up speaking to the eggs, instead just allowed her soft hand to lay gently against the hardening shell. With a sad, shy smile Ameris stood and moved to back away from the egg.
Kowtow
The scene that greeted her when she finally made it on to the sands was one that wrung a giggle from her throat. She glanced around to be sure no one realized the bright happy sound had come from her before glancing at the eggs once more. Okalinath was not the kind of gold she had expected to find. Instead of the fiercely protective mother she had been expecting the golden dragon all but bounced in place as she scurried about her hardening eggs rearranging them to her liking.
Another giggle erupted from her as Okalinath snuffled and sniffed each candidate, blurting out advice to them all. No.. Definitely not what Ameris had expected in the gold but a welcome relief to be sure. She glanced quickly to where Krypth lay amongst her own clutch, an old hat at such goings on before she remembered what her father had insisted. Do not touch any egg but the golds. We can not take the chance that another will chose you, he had growled at her and after a long argument she had finally given in. At the memory a bit of the nerves surged and a bit of the happiness she felt dimmed.
She smiled at Kahleena as the girl came to collect her exuberant dragon, all the while wiping her palms on her skirt. She listened with half an ear at the instructions of Jayedi, she'd been through enough of these to know a thing or two. Sighing as the female weyrlingmaster finally finished, Ameris made her way towards the eggs that would hopefully hold the two gold hatchlings. Never could tell if the color would be on the mark, but it looked to be a sure clue.
Kneeling, she reached out a hand and touched first the gold egg of Okalinath's clutch. She did nothing for several moments, she'd long ago given up speaking to the eggs, instead just allowed her soft hand to lay gently against the hardening shell. With a sad, shy smile Ameris stood and moved to back away from the egg.
Kowtow