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19.Feb.12, 03:29 AM
All the eggs are roughly the same size, with only small variations in height or width. The eggs are two feet tall on average. Those listed as small are maybe 1-2 inches smaller, while larger eggs are 1-2 inches larger.
Indecision Paramount Egg
White with very pale green stripes.
ERISI'S TOUCHING
At first Erisi's gentle brush received no reaction from the egg. It shivered, afraid of what was in his mind. After a few moments it reached out cautiously, unsure if Erisi would welcome it's gentle touch. The inhabitant felt Erisi's annoyance to Kuminari and his displeasure at being coaxed into touching its kin. But it also felt hope, hope that it would be better than the last. It could be better! It could be legions better! A gentle yearning flicked out, it was small, like a thin strand of thread. Touching Erisi it shuddered, apprehensive as to how he would react. Would he accept it? Or brush it away, saying it wasn't good enough?
LYMSLEIA'S TOUCHING
Love instantly sparked the second Lymsleia touched the egg, wrapping around her hands like thick woollen gloves in the icy Northern winter. Rapidly it whisked up her arms and dove for her heart and mind, encasing them like armour. The reaction wasn't strong like that of the Love Thy Neighbour Egg, but it was strong enough. The inhabitant of the egg cooed gently to her, her gentle, quiet words inspired little peaks of happiness that Lymsleia could feel along her hands. It was a pleasant, tingling sensation.
ECHLEROV'S TOUCHING
Echlerov's hesitancy was answered with a soft mental whimper. A deep, echoing sadness swept over him like a soft, thick blanket. At first it was almost calming, but as the core of the emotion registered, it felt hot and stifling, a blanket that was unneeded in the middle of summer. Beyond that sadness was a quiet voice, a child hiding behind a parent's stronger presence. It was the initial whimper, trying to reach out for someone, anyone. Where was that comforting touch? Longing fleetingly skipped through his mind. The inhabitant's presence was small and cool beneath Echlerov's touch, yet invulnerable, seeking somebody to protect it. Would he protect it? Guard it from the sadness that it was swimming within?
RAZZAH'S TOUCHING
Razzah's gentle touch and caress as if he were touching the inhabitant of the egg earned him no favour from it. Complete and utter boredom radiated from the egg, as if this whole experience was just something it had to do, but had no interest in doing. Much like some of the Candidates that wandered amongst its clutchmates, in fact. It wasn't a dismissal of Razzah's touch, merely a sigh and a groan, a mental rolling of the eyes. Did it have to do this again? All these grimy hands were getting quite tedious and mind-numbing, all touching it with such a delicate hesitancy. Where was the bold slap of a firm hand on the smooth silky shell? Nowhere to be found amongst these Candidates, that was for sure. It seemed to call out in a dull drone, much like an unenthusiastic server at a market: Next.
Cool Façades Egg
Pale tan with cream marbling at the base. Small.
VALERIAN'S TOUCHING
Valerian's gentle touch was rewarded with an equally gentle feeling. Though at first it is quite hesitant, it is soothing and calm. A light coolness spreads throughout his body, reaching into every fingertip and toe. It provides relief from the burning sands, though it doesn't quite remove the entirety of the heat. After a few moments there is a hesitant tap in Valerian's mind, as if the inhabitant is checking on whether he could be trusted. What feels like hours passes before it seems like Valerian passes whatever checks the growing dragon had placed. A soft loyalty wraps his mind, trust and kindness spreading throughout him.
BRECCAN'S TOUCHING
Breccan's expectation that nothing terrible would happen was partially rewarded. While the egg didn't respond to her light touch with explosions, a between-like cold or some kind of vast dislike, it wasn't particularly pleasant. There is a definite wall placed up between the egg's inhabitant and Breccan, more than the thick shell physically between them. The only emotion that passes through this wall is anger. It isn't loud or large, but it bristles beneath her hand, clear that it's there, and it doesn't approve of her. It almost seems like the egg is sick of this petty routine and wants to be left alone.
Brighter Side Of Things Egg
Pastel grey-green, with grey swirls around the base.
KERRIN'S TOUCHING
The second Kerrin's hands touched the shell two things happened. First his vision altered, everything coming lighter in hue, then he was filled with a blistering happiness. It bubbled and boiled beneath his skin, it wasn't hot in any way, in fact it was a surprisingly nice feeling, despite being so peculiar. The inhabitant seemed to giggle, or it emitted an emotion much like a giggle. Everything Kerrin looked at radiated happiness, even potentially sulky or angry Candidates looked blissfully happy under the egg's influence.
Bird Of A Feather Egg
Pale grey with a milky spot on one side.
JADA'S TOUCHING
Jada's choice was almost perfect after the clashes and explosions of the Deafening Explosions Egg. Her ginger approach earned her a sad whimper from the egg, but when she grit her teeth and pressed her hands firmly against the egg's shell it shivered with excitement. A feeling much like feathers brushed along her hands and up her arms. It wasn't a tickling sensation, but was gentle and soothing. Happiness flushed throughout her body, the inhabitant was excited to be touched, to be in the company of someone. It welcomed her with open arms, a pleasant warmth spreading through her limbs.
Tip Of The Curiosity Egg
Non-descript, pale milky grey.
ALLENDRIS'S TOUCHING
In comparison to the Dragging Anchors egg, this egg was so quiet, it almost felt like nothing to Allendris. It takes quite a while for anything to register, and even then whether or not Allendris realised it as the egg or himself was another thing all together. A burning feeling rose within his core, a distinct feeling of curiosity flying along with it. The curiosity wound up through his throat before sliding back down and pooling in his belly.
KUMINARI'S TOUCHING
Kuminari's regal touch earned her a very, very faint shiver. After that initial shock the egg quietened, almost as if afraid of her. This mild rumbling of fear from the egg's inhabitant would go unnoticed by Kuminari however, as she was now sitting there in deep thought. Her mind was reeling, she knew exactly what she was trying to think of… but it was just out of reach. Now what was it?! A frown laced her delicate features together. While she wasn't giggling like a twit, she certainly did look peculiar frowning and tutting in an attempt to remember what she just couldn't.
Love Thy Neighbour Egg
Pale milky colour with a slight orange tint. Small.
ERISI'S TOUCHING
The egg Erisi approached was probably the worst he could approached if he was trying to cheat the system and feel nothing. The Love Thy Neighbour egg radiated so strongly that just standing near it you could feel it. Love pumped out from it, enveloping Erisi much like a loving mother's embrace. Despite this it is powerful and strong, there is no gentle caress from this love, but instead a strong hand keeping you still. This happens all before Erisi's fingers touch the shell, ever so lightly. The inhabitant quivers with excitement, and a strange sensation washes over Erisi. Unable to control himself Erisi let out a high pitched giggle. Any masculinity or rising testosterone within him vanished while his skin touched the egg, replaced with an overwhelming rush of femininity.
Strong Soldiers Egg
White, with slight pale grey-blue marbling at the top and stippling at the bottom.
JEREKEN'S TOUCHING
As Jereken knelt beside the Strong Soldiers egg, memories begin to slowly come to the front of his mind. When his hands touch the shell, these become strong and vibrant. The memories that float to the forefront of his mind are assorted, both crushing and joyful in nature. Some of the memories are obvious major points in his life; his mother's death, his succession to senior apprentice and then junior journeyman and of course, his kidnapping. It also brings up strange little oddities; when he couldn't find his left shoe, found a pretty flower and one time he saw wild runners running freely. If Jereken keeps his hand on the egg until the memories stop, he would be rewarded with a loving, soothing warmth throughout his entire body.
Irresponsible Flight Egg
One of the more noticable eggs, it's yellow and green crosshatching of a darker pastel. Small.
KERRIN'S TOUCHING
Kerrin's ginger touch was rewarded with a violent shake from the egg. Or was it all just in his head? A thought flashed through the front of his mind. What was that? Heat? Another! The egg shivered, sending thought after thought after thought through the youngest Candidate's mind. They were fast and rapid, with no relevance or true content. As the speed intensified, heat began to pour into Kerrin's mind, filling every pore on his face and his hands. This heat was no competition for the Sands, the temperature on his knees and shins was long forgotten for the new feeling he was experiencing. Something in the egg's thoughts dared him to try and focus on one individual thought, as it tried to drag him to insanity.
Endless Romps Egg
Pastel greens swirl across this egg, with white spots at the tip. Large.
FARLINT'S TOUCHING
The egg beneath Farlint's hand was almost leathery. It was hard and could take a slight amount of pressure, but of course, nobody wants to chance breaking a dragon egg. There were tiny bumps on the surface of the Endless Romps egg, they were soft and pleasant to touch. Farlint didn't get much of a chance to actually register the physical feeling of the egg however, as reams of energy flowed into him. The egg coaxed him in, encouraging Farlint to come with it, to go on a journey with it's inhabitant. Images of rolling fields filled with tall grass and blooming flowers filled his mind, the inhabitant projected a colourless baby dragon into it, frolicking and jumping about gleefully. Come jump with me, it seemed to say, shining eyes encouraging Farlint to join it.
Hesitant Strikes Egg
Milky coloured with a grey spot on one side.
ECHLEROV'S TOUCHING
Echlerov's gentle caress resulted in no reaction at first. After a few moments there's a gentle brush, the same as some other Candidates had mentioned experiencing from the egg. Any pleasant feelings from or towards the egg were stripped away shortly after. The inhabitant appeared to decide that it didn't want Echlerov there, striking out at him with hot piercing hits. They stung like a powerful slap to the face, over and over. It beat him away, the strikes only ceasing when his hands were removed.
RAZZAH'S TOUCHING
The egg's surface was smooth and like tanned leather, as well as being quite warm from sitting in the burning sands. It's clear to Razzah that the inhabitant of the egg is quite hesitant, reaching out with a gentle brush on his conscious. This touch is followed almost instantly from a sharp strike, somewhat like a slap on the face. Only it isn't like a slap to him, it isn't hurtful or negative. Instead the strike is quiet positive, perhaps more alike a friendly hit from a friend during a tousle. The initial strike is followed by several more, warm and almost tingly.
Crumbling From The Inside Egg
Complete and uniform grey. It is pale, sitting in the very center of the spectrum when compared to the other eggs. Large.
ANDOL'S TOUCHING
Andol's initial touch with his fingertips rewards him with a very soothing, pleasant feeling. The egg's inhabitant seems happy and content to be with company. When his entire hands come to rest on it however, a more silent and lurking feeling can be felt. Tiny little bubbles pop beneath his hands, like a pot of water boiling, but only gently. With each bubble's pop, a short and sharp burst of anger slaps Andol. Every now and then little whispers of despair breach the chirpy happiness and popping anger, small yet strong enough to instil sadness for the egg in Andol's mind. Prolonged touching of the egg reveals yet another emotion, a tiny, quiet flicker of hope. It's so brief and soft that it may not even be hope, but just a flick of the pleasant-ness of the egg.
Dragging Anchors Egg
Pale mottled browns and reds cover this egg. It is romanticised as a Gold egg due to its size. Largest.
ALLENDRIS'S TOUCHING
The second Allendris touches the Dragging Anchors egg an immense weight slams onto his shoulders, like a massive dragon has placed their entire weight there. Rattling hisses echo in his ears, quiet at first but gradually becoming louder and louder. The world begins to dim, appearing darker and darker as the egg tugs at Allendris's hand. The feelings are close to being on a boat in a ferocious storm in the night, with the tugging and hisses like tossing waves. The feeling is strangely addictive, inspiring strong thoughts that you cannot let go of the egg. As if the egg needs protection in the storm.
Detailed Presence Egg
Pale yellow, grey, green and white swirl across the egg. This egg is a few inches smaller than the next smallest, and it is quite obvious.
LYMSLEIA'S TOUCHING
Lymsleia's touch earned no response from the egg. Further caresses continued to offer no response from the egg, nothing tangible or visible anyway. This egg was very quiet and subtle in it's actions, as if it's inhabitant was just sitting back and watching. Although, given it's size, one might thing the dragon inside was too underdeveloped to hatch, perhaps. Slowly, the thoughts in Lymsleia's head cleared away, leaving her mind empty and blank. Meekly she looked around, observing everyone and everything. There were tiny patterns in the sand where people had walked. The way the eggs were arranged, how the Candidates were knelt beside them. There were patterns everywhere, how she breathed, how others moved. On the eggs, and on Nirinath's shining hide. While the egg didn't create a feeling, it did seem to clear Lymsleia's mind so she could see all the tiny details.
Empty Room Egg
The darkest egg, it is a medium grey-blue in colour.
VALERIAN'S TOUCHING
Valerian's careful hand wasn't rewarded. True to it's name, the Empty Room egg felt exactly that, empty. It wasn't slow to reveal itself, or quiet, there was sheerly nothing there. Was there even a forming dragon inside? Perhaps the egg was physically empty, or the dragon was mentally not there. Maybe it was the inhabitant's way of rejecting Valerian's touch. It was impossible to know, but no doubt Valerian would be leaving this egg dejected and unsatisfied, potentially worried.
BRECCAN'S TOUCHING
The egg felt Breccan's presence as she neared, felt her disappointment at its sibling's rejection of her. It shivered beneath her touch, a faint sound much like a high-pitched cackle reaching her ears. It wasn't the only sound the inhabitant brought to her however. At first it was soft, barely distinguishable from the general buzz of daily activities. It didn't take long for it to override the other noises though. Thump thump thump thump. A beat, four strikes in quick succession. Then a pause. Thump thump thump thump. Again. The beat repeated itself, it was quite similar to a drum beat, or someone idly tapping while awaiting something. Thump thump thump thump. The noise grew louder and louder the longer Breccan touched the egg, with a soft smugness filling the gaps between the beats. The egg was enjoying it, creating repetitive madness.
KERRIN'S TOUCHING
The response to Kerrin's touch was immediate. A sharp, deep voice screamed at him. The words were unintelligible, but authority oozed from every syllable. A quick glance at G'rem would confirm that it was in fact the Empty Room egg shouting at him. Beneath his touch the egg seemed to vibrate, a soft but constant feeling. Every cheeky move or phrase Kerrin had said was jumping to the forefront of his mind, how dare he be such a troublemaker? Tricksters had no place on the Sands trying to Impress a dragon! With each recollection of his pranks or sly words, the egg shouted louder and with even more authority. How dare he!
Deafening Explosions Egg
The most noticeable egg out of the lot when you finally see it. The base is a light-medium grey, with stark yellow and milky streaks horizontally circling it. Small, always nestled in the center of the clutch.
JADA'S TOUCHING
Jada's gentle caress is rewarded with what feels like a tiny explosion beneath her fingertips. Several more follow, along with loud clashing noises, much like the sound of weyrbrats smashing metal utensils against pots and pans. The egg feels like it is vibrating beneath Jada's hand, but no movement can actually be seen. It does not cease it's movements or sounds, with explosion after explosion and clash after clash.
Bombardment Egg
Milky white, going slightly darker towards the base. Large.
FARLINT'S TOUCHING
In comparison to the Endless Romps egg, this one was not nice, lovely or kind in any way shape or form. Even the shell felt more like tiny thorn than smooth lumps. The inhabitant battered out at Farlint with a fierce aggression. Though the egg wasn't physically attacking him, it sure felt that way, with slaps, kicks and punches being lathered on with layer after layer. Along with this brutal assault, heat rose from the egg, or was Farlint just realising the heat of the sands now that his hands lay on a more brutal egg. It would be no surprise if he stumbled backwards from it's bombardment.
Slow Journey Egg
Two shades of light grey that are quite close swirl around this egg horizontally.
JEREKEN'S TOUCHING
Similar to the Tip Of The Curiosity egg, the Slow Journey egg felt extremely quiet. Minutes passed before a gentle presence reached out the Jereken, like a hand. It seemed to take Jereken's hand in its own, tugging gently. Willingly being taken, he departed with the egg's inhabitant on a journey. There were no images nor locations, but his body and mind felt as if it were leaving, travelling throughout the world. It was a strange sensation, as if his soul had been lifted out of his body and he was floating along. Much time had passed before the feelings of returning home entered Jereken's mind, lethargy and tired excitement. Contentedly the inhabitant let Jereken return to the sands completely, the farewell was sweet, but sad.
Second Rate Attack Egg
White, with the faintest pale yellow at the base.
KUMINARI'S TOUCHING
Despite the intense heat of the sands, the second Kuminari's fingertips brush this egg incredible freezing cold strikes deep into the core of her body. It is brutal and violent, as if the dragon within the egg seeks no company or solace in those who try to touch it. Persistency to touch the egg drives the cold deeper and harder into the body, tendrils as cold as between snaking in and wrapping around the heart. If Kuminari manages to not recoil violently from the shocking cold, or places her hands on again and keeps them there, she will find the cold bombardment eventually lifts, becoming just cool enough to counteract the heat of the sands.
Indecision Paramount Egg
White with very pale green stripes.
ERISI'S TOUCHING
At first Erisi's gentle brush received no reaction from the egg. It shivered, afraid of what was in his mind. After a few moments it reached out cautiously, unsure if Erisi would welcome it's gentle touch. The inhabitant felt Erisi's annoyance to Kuminari and his displeasure at being coaxed into touching its kin. But it also felt hope, hope that it would be better than the last. It could be better! It could be legions better! A gentle yearning flicked out, it was small, like a thin strand of thread. Touching Erisi it shuddered, apprehensive as to how he would react. Would he accept it? Or brush it away, saying it wasn't good enough?
LYMSLEIA'S TOUCHING
Love instantly sparked the second Lymsleia touched the egg, wrapping around her hands like thick woollen gloves in the icy Northern winter. Rapidly it whisked up her arms and dove for her heart and mind, encasing them like armour. The reaction wasn't strong like that of the Love Thy Neighbour Egg, but it was strong enough. The inhabitant of the egg cooed gently to her, her gentle, quiet words inspired little peaks of happiness that Lymsleia could feel along her hands. It was a pleasant, tingling sensation.
ECHLEROV'S TOUCHING
Echlerov's hesitancy was answered with a soft mental whimper. A deep, echoing sadness swept over him like a soft, thick blanket. At first it was almost calming, but as the core of the emotion registered, it felt hot and stifling, a blanket that was unneeded in the middle of summer. Beyond that sadness was a quiet voice, a child hiding behind a parent's stronger presence. It was the initial whimper, trying to reach out for someone, anyone. Where was that comforting touch? Longing fleetingly skipped through his mind. The inhabitant's presence was small and cool beneath Echlerov's touch, yet invulnerable, seeking somebody to protect it. Would he protect it? Guard it from the sadness that it was swimming within?
RAZZAH'S TOUCHING
Razzah's gentle touch and caress as if he were touching the inhabitant of the egg earned him no favour from it. Complete and utter boredom radiated from the egg, as if this whole experience was just something it had to do, but had no interest in doing. Much like some of the Candidates that wandered amongst its clutchmates, in fact. It wasn't a dismissal of Razzah's touch, merely a sigh and a groan, a mental rolling of the eyes. Did it have to do this again? All these grimy hands were getting quite tedious and mind-numbing, all touching it with such a delicate hesitancy. Where was the bold slap of a firm hand on the smooth silky shell? Nowhere to be found amongst these Candidates, that was for sure. It seemed to call out in a dull drone, much like an unenthusiastic server at a market: Next.
Cool Façades Egg
Pale tan with cream marbling at the base. Small.
VALERIAN'S TOUCHING
Valerian's gentle touch was rewarded with an equally gentle feeling. Though at first it is quite hesitant, it is soothing and calm. A light coolness spreads throughout his body, reaching into every fingertip and toe. It provides relief from the burning sands, though it doesn't quite remove the entirety of the heat. After a few moments there is a hesitant tap in Valerian's mind, as if the inhabitant is checking on whether he could be trusted. What feels like hours passes before it seems like Valerian passes whatever checks the growing dragon had placed. A soft loyalty wraps his mind, trust and kindness spreading throughout him.
BRECCAN'S TOUCHING
Breccan's expectation that nothing terrible would happen was partially rewarded. While the egg didn't respond to her light touch with explosions, a between-like cold or some kind of vast dislike, it wasn't particularly pleasant. There is a definite wall placed up between the egg's inhabitant and Breccan, more than the thick shell physically between them. The only emotion that passes through this wall is anger. It isn't loud or large, but it bristles beneath her hand, clear that it's there, and it doesn't approve of her. It almost seems like the egg is sick of this petty routine and wants to be left alone.
Brighter Side Of Things Egg
Pastel grey-green, with grey swirls around the base.
KERRIN'S TOUCHING
The second Kerrin's hands touched the shell two things happened. First his vision altered, everything coming lighter in hue, then he was filled with a blistering happiness. It bubbled and boiled beneath his skin, it wasn't hot in any way, in fact it was a surprisingly nice feeling, despite being so peculiar. The inhabitant seemed to giggle, or it emitted an emotion much like a giggle. Everything Kerrin looked at radiated happiness, even potentially sulky or angry Candidates looked blissfully happy under the egg's influence.
Bird Of A Feather Egg
Pale grey with a milky spot on one side.
JADA'S TOUCHING
Jada's choice was almost perfect after the clashes and explosions of the Deafening Explosions Egg. Her ginger approach earned her a sad whimper from the egg, but when she grit her teeth and pressed her hands firmly against the egg's shell it shivered with excitement. A feeling much like feathers brushed along her hands and up her arms. It wasn't a tickling sensation, but was gentle and soothing. Happiness flushed throughout her body, the inhabitant was excited to be touched, to be in the company of someone. It welcomed her with open arms, a pleasant warmth spreading through her limbs.
Tip Of The Curiosity Egg
Non-descript, pale milky grey.
ALLENDRIS'S TOUCHING
In comparison to the Dragging Anchors egg, this egg was so quiet, it almost felt like nothing to Allendris. It takes quite a while for anything to register, and even then whether or not Allendris realised it as the egg or himself was another thing all together. A burning feeling rose within his core, a distinct feeling of curiosity flying along with it. The curiosity wound up through his throat before sliding back down and pooling in his belly.
KUMINARI'S TOUCHING
Kuminari's regal touch earned her a very, very faint shiver. After that initial shock the egg quietened, almost as if afraid of her. This mild rumbling of fear from the egg's inhabitant would go unnoticed by Kuminari however, as she was now sitting there in deep thought. Her mind was reeling, she knew exactly what she was trying to think of… but it was just out of reach. Now what was it?! A frown laced her delicate features together. While she wasn't giggling like a twit, she certainly did look peculiar frowning and tutting in an attempt to remember what she just couldn't.
Love Thy Neighbour Egg
Pale milky colour with a slight orange tint. Small.
ERISI'S TOUCHING
The egg Erisi approached was probably the worst he could approached if he was trying to cheat the system and feel nothing. The Love Thy Neighbour egg radiated so strongly that just standing near it you could feel it. Love pumped out from it, enveloping Erisi much like a loving mother's embrace. Despite this it is powerful and strong, there is no gentle caress from this love, but instead a strong hand keeping you still. This happens all before Erisi's fingers touch the shell, ever so lightly. The inhabitant quivers with excitement, and a strange sensation washes over Erisi. Unable to control himself Erisi let out a high pitched giggle. Any masculinity or rising testosterone within him vanished while his skin touched the egg, replaced with an overwhelming rush of femininity.
Strong Soldiers Egg
White, with slight pale grey-blue marbling at the top and stippling at the bottom.
JEREKEN'S TOUCHING
As Jereken knelt beside the Strong Soldiers egg, memories begin to slowly come to the front of his mind. When his hands touch the shell, these become strong and vibrant. The memories that float to the forefront of his mind are assorted, both crushing and joyful in nature. Some of the memories are obvious major points in his life; his mother's death, his succession to senior apprentice and then junior journeyman and of course, his kidnapping. It also brings up strange little oddities; when he couldn't find his left shoe, found a pretty flower and one time he saw wild runners running freely. If Jereken keeps his hand on the egg until the memories stop, he would be rewarded with a loving, soothing warmth throughout his entire body.
Irresponsible Flight Egg
One of the more noticable eggs, it's yellow and green crosshatching of a darker pastel. Small.
KERRIN'S TOUCHING
Kerrin's ginger touch was rewarded with a violent shake from the egg. Or was it all just in his head? A thought flashed through the front of his mind. What was that? Heat? Another! The egg shivered, sending thought after thought after thought through the youngest Candidate's mind. They were fast and rapid, with no relevance or true content. As the speed intensified, heat began to pour into Kerrin's mind, filling every pore on his face and his hands. This heat was no competition for the Sands, the temperature on his knees and shins was long forgotten for the new feeling he was experiencing. Something in the egg's thoughts dared him to try and focus on one individual thought, as it tried to drag him to insanity.
Endless Romps Egg
Pastel greens swirl across this egg, with white spots at the tip. Large.
FARLINT'S TOUCHING
The egg beneath Farlint's hand was almost leathery. It was hard and could take a slight amount of pressure, but of course, nobody wants to chance breaking a dragon egg. There were tiny bumps on the surface of the Endless Romps egg, they were soft and pleasant to touch. Farlint didn't get much of a chance to actually register the physical feeling of the egg however, as reams of energy flowed into him. The egg coaxed him in, encouraging Farlint to come with it, to go on a journey with it's inhabitant. Images of rolling fields filled with tall grass and blooming flowers filled his mind, the inhabitant projected a colourless baby dragon into it, frolicking and jumping about gleefully. Come jump with me, it seemed to say, shining eyes encouraging Farlint to join it.
Hesitant Strikes Egg
Milky coloured with a grey spot on one side.
ECHLEROV'S TOUCHING
Echlerov's gentle caress resulted in no reaction at first. After a few moments there's a gentle brush, the same as some other Candidates had mentioned experiencing from the egg. Any pleasant feelings from or towards the egg were stripped away shortly after. The inhabitant appeared to decide that it didn't want Echlerov there, striking out at him with hot piercing hits. They stung like a powerful slap to the face, over and over. It beat him away, the strikes only ceasing when his hands were removed.
RAZZAH'S TOUCHING
The egg's surface was smooth and like tanned leather, as well as being quite warm from sitting in the burning sands. It's clear to Razzah that the inhabitant of the egg is quite hesitant, reaching out with a gentle brush on his conscious. This touch is followed almost instantly from a sharp strike, somewhat like a slap on the face. Only it isn't like a slap to him, it isn't hurtful or negative. Instead the strike is quiet positive, perhaps more alike a friendly hit from a friend during a tousle. The initial strike is followed by several more, warm and almost tingly.
Crumbling From The Inside Egg
Complete and uniform grey. It is pale, sitting in the very center of the spectrum when compared to the other eggs. Large.
ANDOL'S TOUCHING
Andol's initial touch with his fingertips rewards him with a very soothing, pleasant feeling. The egg's inhabitant seems happy and content to be with company. When his entire hands come to rest on it however, a more silent and lurking feeling can be felt. Tiny little bubbles pop beneath his hands, like a pot of water boiling, but only gently. With each bubble's pop, a short and sharp burst of anger slaps Andol. Every now and then little whispers of despair breach the chirpy happiness and popping anger, small yet strong enough to instil sadness for the egg in Andol's mind. Prolonged touching of the egg reveals yet another emotion, a tiny, quiet flicker of hope. It's so brief and soft that it may not even be hope, but just a flick of the pleasant-ness of the egg.
Dragging Anchors Egg
Pale mottled browns and reds cover this egg. It is romanticised as a Gold egg due to its size. Largest.
ALLENDRIS'S TOUCHING
The second Allendris touches the Dragging Anchors egg an immense weight slams onto his shoulders, like a massive dragon has placed their entire weight there. Rattling hisses echo in his ears, quiet at first but gradually becoming louder and louder. The world begins to dim, appearing darker and darker as the egg tugs at Allendris's hand. The feelings are close to being on a boat in a ferocious storm in the night, with the tugging and hisses like tossing waves. The feeling is strangely addictive, inspiring strong thoughts that you cannot let go of the egg. As if the egg needs protection in the storm.
Detailed Presence Egg
Pale yellow, grey, green and white swirl across the egg. This egg is a few inches smaller than the next smallest, and it is quite obvious.
LYMSLEIA'S TOUCHING
Lymsleia's touch earned no response from the egg. Further caresses continued to offer no response from the egg, nothing tangible or visible anyway. This egg was very quiet and subtle in it's actions, as if it's inhabitant was just sitting back and watching. Although, given it's size, one might thing the dragon inside was too underdeveloped to hatch, perhaps. Slowly, the thoughts in Lymsleia's head cleared away, leaving her mind empty and blank. Meekly she looked around, observing everyone and everything. There were tiny patterns in the sand where people had walked. The way the eggs were arranged, how the Candidates were knelt beside them. There were patterns everywhere, how she breathed, how others moved. On the eggs, and on Nirinath's shining hide. While the egg didn't create a feeling, it did seem to clear Lymsleia's mind so she could see all the tiny details.
Empty Room Egg
The darkest egg, it is a medium grey-blue in colour.
VALERIAN'S TOUCHING
Valerian's careful hand wasn't rewarded. True to it's name, the Empty Room egg felt exactly that, empty. It wasn't slow to reveal itself, or quiet, there was sheerly nothing there. Was there even a forming dragon inside? Perhaps the egg was physically empty, or the dragon was mentally not there. Maybe it was the inhabitant's way of rejecting Valerian's touch. It was impossible to know, but no doubt Valerian would be leaving this egg dejected and unsatisfied, potentially worried.
BRECCAN'S TOUCHING
The egg felt Breccan's presence as she neared, felt her disappointment at its sibling's rejection of her. It shivered beneath her touch, a faint sound much like a high-pitched cackle reaching her ears. It wasn't the only sound the inhabitant brought to her however. At first it was soft, barely distinguishable from the general buzz of daily activities. It didn't take long for it to override the other noises though. Thump thump thump thump. A beat, four strikes in quick succession. Then a pause. Thump thump thump thump. Again. The beat repeated itself, it was quite similar to a drum beat, or someone idly tapping while awaiting something. Thump thump thump thump. The noise grew louder and louder the longer Breccan touched the egg, with a soft smugness filling the gaps between the beats. The egg was enjoying it, creating repetitive madness.
KERRIN'S TOUCHING
The response to Kerrin's touch was immediate. A sharp, deep voice screamed at him. The words were unintelligible, but authority oozed from every syllable. A quick glance at G'rem would confirm that it was in fact the Empty Room egg shouting at him. Beneath his touch the egg seemed to vibrate, a soft but constant feeling. Every cheeky move or phrase Kerrin had said was jumping to the forefront of his mind, how dare he be such a troublemaker? Tricksters had no place on the Sands trying to Impress a dragon! With each recollection of his pranks or sly words, the egg shouted louder and with even more authority. How dare he!
Deafening Explosions Egg
The most noticeable egg out of the lot when you finally see it. The base is a light-medium grey, with stark yellow and milky streaks horizontally circling it. Small, always nestled in the center of the clutch.
JADA'S TOUCHING
Jada's gentle caress is rewarded with what feels like a tiny explosion beneath her fingertips. Several more follow, along with loud clashing noises, much like the sound of weyrbrats smashing metal utensils against pots and pans. The egg feels like it is vibrating beneath Jada's hand, but no movement can actually be seen. It does not cease it's movements or sounds, with explosion after explosion and clash after clash.
Bombardment Egg
Milky white, going slightly darker towards the base. Large.
FARLINT'S TOUCHING
In comparison to the Endless Romps egg, this one was not nice, lovely or kind in any way shape or form. Even the shell felt more like tiny thorn than smooth lumps. The inhabitant battered out at Farlint with a fierce aggression. Though the egg wasn't physically attacking him, it sure felt that way, with slaps, kicks and punches being lathered on with layer after layer. Along with this brutal assault, heat rose from the egg, or was Farlint just realising the heat of the sands now that his hands lay on a more brutal egg. It would be no surprise if he stumbled backwards from it's bombardment.
Slow Journey Egg
Two shades of light grey that are quite close swirl around this egg horizontally.
JEREKEN'S TOUCHING
Similar to the Tip Of The Curiosity egg, the Slow Journey egg felt extremely quiet. Minutes passed before a gentle presence reached out the Jereken, like a hand. It seemed to take Jereken's hand in its own, tugging gently. Willingly being taken, he departed with the egg's inhabitant on a journey. There were no images nor locations, but his body and mind felt as if it were leaving, travelling throughout the world. It was a strange sensation, as if his soul had been lifted out of his body and he was floating along. Much time had passed before the feelings of returning home entered Jereken's mind, lethargy and tired excitement. Contentedly the inhabitant let Jereken return to the sands completely, the farewell was sweet, but sad.
Second Rate Attack Egg
White, with the faintest pale yellow at the base.
KUMINARI'S TOUCHING
Despite the intense heat of the sands, the second Kuminari's fingertips brush this egg incredible freezing cold strikes deep into the core of her body. It is brutal and violent, as if the dragon within the egg seeks no company or solace in those who try to touch it. Persistency to touch the egg drives the cold deeper and harder into the body, tendrils as cold as between snaking in and wrapping around the heart. If Kuminari manages to not recoil violently from the shocking cold, or places her hands on again and keeps them there, she will find the cold bombardment eventually lifts, becoming just cool enough to counteract the heat of the sands.
