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18.Jul.14, 08:54 AM
Ranedaren was roughly the same age as most of the ‘brats that were Standing this round and it always amused him when they were all in one place. It was clear they were all sons of dragonriders and who their fathers were with how similar most looked but their ages was what fascinated him even more. Clearly all that time in exile either alone or with other men had left a lot to be desired and reconnecting with women was at the top of everyone’s lists. He was among the oldest of the weyrbrats that were officially born, and conceived, in Katila with the likes of those like Indivara being born in exile and others like Kerrin and the twins being toddlers when the plague struck. It was an odd sort of honour despite sharing it with so many.
Also like the others, he had yet to Impress even though he jumped at the chance to start Standing once he turned twelve. It was a bit disappointing but Ranedaren knew he was young still and while it stung a bit to see all those that were Stolen Impress when they didn’t want to, he had accepted it. It was easier to accept things as they came then to balk and fight, especially since in the end, the Northerners were needed for all the dragonets they lacked Candidates for.
Once permission was given, Ranedaren meandered across the sand towards toward a pale egg that seemed to be overlooked by everyone else. It wasn’t exactly small but perhaps it wasn’t flashy enough or they didn’t like that it seemed a bit fat. Ranedaren chuckled as he thought about a fat little dragon like a baby Larrikith hidden within. He gently touched the shell that was a bit rough under hand and laughed a bit louder as a wave of energy hit. The little dragonet was full of get-up-and-go. It wanted to see everything and go everywhere and why was everyone standing around doing nothing? The impression of the dragonet running in circles left Ranedaren dizzy and bordering on queasy before he took his hand away and promptly sat his butt down on the hot sand.
He wasn’t expecting that and blinked startled eyes at the fat egg. Given his laidback nature, would he get along with such a dragon? Perhaps that was what he needed or perhaps they weren’t meant for each other at all given he ended up dizzy from mere seconds alone with the dragonet. He’d find out soon enough with the Hatching quickly approaching.
Getting back to his feet, Ranedaren dusted himself off, thanked the egg for its time, and looked around for the next one to visit with.
ooc: Energetic Egg was Touched.
He will have some sort of a profile soon; I wanted to get some of these Candidates up and running.
He is the son of bluerider R'jit.
Also like the others, he had yet to Impress even though he jumped at the chance to start Standing once he turned twelve. It was a bit disappointing but Ranedaren knew he was young still and while it stung a bit to see all those that were Stolen Impress when they didn’t want to, he had accepted it. It was easier to accept things as they came then to balk and fight, especially since in the end, the Northerners were needed for all the dragonets they lacked Candidates for.
Once permission was given, Ranedaren meandered across the sand towards toward a pale egg that seemed to be overlooked by everyone else. It wasn’t exactly small but perhaps it wasn’t flashy enough or they didn’t like that it seemed a bit fat. Ranedaren chuckled as he thought about a fat little dragon like a baby Larrikith hidden within. He gently touched the shell that was a bit rough under hand and laughed a bit louder as a wave of energy hit. The little dragonet was full of get-up-and-go. It wanted to see everything and go everywhere and why was everyone standing around doing nothing? The impression of the dragonet running in circles left Ranedaren dizzy and bordering on queasy before he took his hand away and promptly sat his butt down on the hot sand.
He wasn’t expecting that and blinked startled eyes at the fat egg. Given his laidback nature, would he get along with such a dragon? Perhaps that was what he needed or perhaps they weren’t meant for each other at all given he ended up dizzy from mere seconds alone with the dragonet. He’d find out soon enough with the Hatching quickly approaching.
Getting back to his feet, Ranedaren dusted himself off, thanked the egg for its time, and looked around for the next one to visit with.
ooc: Energetic Egg was Touched.
He will have some sort of a profile soon; I wanted to get some of these Candidates up and running.
He is the son of bluerider R'jit.
