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[G] [O] [EVENT] 739.10.02 | Touch and Go
8 AM | TOUCHING

Mulrissa
of Gold Bedith

Date of Birth
03.02.706,
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5'7"
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Brown
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Written By: Zandelion
#1
Bedith eyed the Candidates filing onto her Sands suspiciously from where she lay alongside her Clutch, scrutinizing each one, looking for signs of someone planning mischief to her Clutch or looked like they were too incompetent to safely go near her eggs. So far, she hadn’t identified anyone who needed to leave immediately, but the gold remained on high alert for indications of threats to her Clutch.

There was some consolation, at least. Her rider was, of course, present, and Bedith trusted Mulrissa to respond appropriately if need be. The other human Bedith somewhat trusted to help ensure the safety of her Clutch was, surprisingly, Indivara. Bedith wasn’t convinced she liked Indivara, but she knew the bluerider took vicious pleasure in terrorizing the Candidates — Bedith could appreciate that, and knew that any infraction or threat to the eggs would be dealt with severely. Perhaps not because the bluerider cared overly much, but because it gave her an excuse to exercise authority and put someone in their place. Again, Bedith could relate. So Indivara was tolerated. Her silly blue dragon, not so much. Venseth was almost as bad as a firelizard and whenever Bedith could get away with barring him from the Sands, she did.

And of course, Syredryth was there. Bedith glanced over to where he sat, a few lengths from her, the gold egg between them. He had proved himself an excellent bronze over the past few weeks (not that she had ever doubted her choice before then), but his calm presence was appreciated, as was the food he brought her, and he was the one Bedith minded being on the Sands least, after Mulrissa. Not that Syrendryth could be fully trusted around the Clutch either — he was still a male dragon, after all — but he had more sense than most and Bedith could let her guard down a bit around him. He could help protect them, anyway. When there were hordes of hopefuls swarming over the Sands, wanting to endear themselves to her children, having a good bronze around was nice. She’d even been able to relax a bit from her contestant vigil over her eggs when he was around to keep watch with her. But not that day; there was no chance of Bedith resting while there were so many people around her Clutch.

Mulrissa, for her part, was trying her best to stay as calm as possible and project the calm to Bedith. She wasn’t sure it was working, but Bedith hadn’t done more than vaguely snap at Candidates who got too close to her, with one particularly impressive growl to show off as they entered the Sands, so it couldn’t have been making anything worse. Overall, the Touching hadn’t started off too poorly, but it was still early and they’d be doing this all day.

“If you’d laid fewer eggs there wouldn’t be as many Candidates, you know,” Rissa told her dragon, voice tinged with amusement. Bedith snorted dismissively and received a pat on her leg in return. “I know, you’re too good for a small Clutch, I’m just telling you, fewer eggs means fewer Candidates Touching them.” Laughing at Bedith’s noise of disgust, Mulrissa looked over to T’ryn, who was hovering nearby, and quirked her lips in a grin, trying to keep the mood light — they would be here for over ten hours, after all, though she’d made clear to T’ryn he was welcome to leave or take a break at any time. T’ryn always looked so stressed, and Rissa thought she might keep an eye on him, though she was hoping a Touching was exciting enough on its own. She would be watching Indivara as well, because while the woman was in wonderful spirits, bossing everyone around, she was still seven months pregnant and was planning on running the Touching on the hot Sands all day. While she hoped Indivara would be fine, Mulrissa felt better with the internal promise to pay attention to her wellbeing.

Stop worrying about other people’s wellbeing, we’re not here for them. Bedith grumbled at her, wedge shaped head sweeping over her Clutch for what seemed like the millionth time that morning already. Rissa gave her another pat on the leg. ’Don’t worry, dearheart, I’m here for you, today and always.’ With a pleased huff, Bedith shifted a bit to a more comfortable position, eyed never leaving her eggs, and Mulrissa settled in beside her for the long day ahead of them.




Candidates are divided into five (5) groups, who each visit the egg for 2 hours, with an hour gap between sessions. There are currently about one hundred fifty (150) candidates Standing for this clutch – meaning each group compromises of 30-35 candidates. For the purpose of RP, all PC Candidates are in the same group, which is being threaded below.

This Touching commences at 8AM. They are the first group, meaning that no one else has yet Touched the eggs yet! Because the group comprises of 30 candidates, and there are 41 eggs, there is plenty of opportunity for each candidate to Touch the egg(s) they want without much waiting or hassle. The only exception is the gold egg, which all the female Candidates need to Touch first. One of the Weyrlingmasters is likely in charge of monitoring the gold egg and the gold Candidates.

Candidates are expected to be polite and demure; the egg safety is paramount and anyone found to be goofing around will be removed. Firelizards are not allowed on the Sands during the Touching, as Bedith has promised to eat any who show themselves. Indivara has full permission to handle infractions of this rule as she pleases.

Eggs are approximately 4 to 5 feet in length, and approximately half to two-thirds that in width. They’re rather squat and roundish. Eggs are laid in a leathery state, much like an earthen snake egg. They slowly expand as they harden with the youngster growing within. When a candidate Touches an egg, they will find the shell to be hard, but kind of lumpy and bumpy in some spots, and smooth in others, depending on how the dragonet shifted during the hardening phase. All the eggs are roughly the same mottled greenish-tan, except for the gold egg, which has a bit of the metallic gold color in the shell, in addition to being larger than all the others. Reminder, all female Candidates are required to Touch the gold egg, while male Candidates are not allowed to Touch the gold egg. Female Candidates aren't technically allowed to Touch the non-gold eggs, but Indivara subtly encourages it and no one will get told on by the Weyrlingmaster or her assistants.

Additionally, when the candidate’s hand connects with the shell, the dragonet within will reach out mentally and touch their mind. The response the dragonet has to each individual candidate is extremely varied and often considered private by the individuals. A negative response from a dragonet does not denote the inability to Impress the hatchling within! There have been several cases in the past – PC and NPC – when characters Impressed to a hatchling from an egg that they thought hated them.

OOC, you are welcome to create any response to any egg you wish. If you would like me (Zan) to provide a response from the egg, that is also possible! Just tag me (@Zandalore) in the Discord #Hatchings channel, and I will respond with a single prompt word, eg “anguished” at which point you may interoperate that any way you wish. If I’m not around and you’re impatient, I’ll make sure Thistle has access to my egg notes and you can ask her. ;p

Apprehension
Perchance
Blame
Words
Pride
Doubt
Desperate
Fortune
Inky
Power
Quintessence
Dalliance
Devotion
Wit
Silence
Breath
Grief
Eternity
Eloquence
Reason
Liar
Method
Infinity
Wondrous
Sleep
Scorn
Currents
Heartache
Brevity
Dust
Conscience
Enterprise
Mood
Ecstasy
Virtue
Mystery
Frailty
Truth
Calamity
Augury

Coronet - the gold egg

Power - Largest egg
Breath - Very few speckles
Eternity - So many speckles practically a solid color
Sleep - Rounder than the other eggs
Enterprise - Slight dent on one side, egg hardened weirdly
Calamity - Smallest egg


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V'ra
of Blue Venseth

Date of Birth
05.04.716 AL, 28
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4'9
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Blue
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Slim
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Dark Brown

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Written By: ThistleProse
#2
Despite the early hour, despite the fact that she couldn’t see her own feet, and despite the fact that her back spent most of the time twinging at the weight of her growing belly, Indivara was in high spirits as she ushered the first group of Candidates through the usual rules and regulations that came with stepping onto the Sands for a session of egg touching. Venseth stood over her, his head tilted so that he could eyeball the Candidates in a way that he thought was absolutely hilarious, but Indivara assured him was quite intimidating, if only because she’d heard some of the candidates whispering behind their hands about it. Honestly, she thought it was fucking funny, too. Venseth, intimidating! Honestly!

As it was, once all the instructions were relayed – she’d practiced for a couple of hours on Val last night, and while he’d not been particularly enthusiastic, he had offered some decent insight – Indivara had them banish their firelizards (her own unhappily included) and had them march in and onto the Sands. Venseth followed, looking on curiously as he settled down not far away from the clutch, albeit on the opposite side of it as the parents. He knew Bedith didn’t particularly like him, and while he found it more amusing than insulting, he wasn’t in the mood that day to test her. Mostly because he wanted Indivara to have a good day, and teasing the gold would probably result in more trouble than Indivara would appreciate.

Indivara set the boys up to do their rounds on the generic eggs, before marching the girls over to the gold egg, giving a casual nod to the dragons before standing beside the egg (which honestly, was almost as big as Indivara, and her expression just dared someone to make a comment about that). She easily had them sorting themselves out to take turns; honestly, Indivara didn’t care who went first and who went last, so long as they all did their thing within the timeframe they were given. She did make a soft side comment that, if they wanted to, she would be quite busy with this egg and wouldn’t notice if some young ladies decided to say hello to some of the other eggs on their way off the Sands. A pointed look was given to the ledge where the Weyrleader was known to stand when overlooking lessons, though. It was quite apparent that if any of the girls did decide to Touch any of the other eggs, Indivara wasn’t going to take any responsibility for the trouble they might get in.

Probably would get in.

Turning her attention to the woman who was apparently first in line, Indivara waved the girl forward and told her what to do, recognising someone who hadn’t been at a Touching before. After the girl nodded, Indivara watched her put her hands to the shell and the egg react, a small half smirk on Indivara’s lips at the Candidate’s expression. She hadn’t really gotten to study people’s reactions to Touchings before, what with only being allowed to a couple herself and being rather caught up in her own experiences at the time. This was a whole new game and Indivara was enjoying herself immensely.

Waving the next girl forward as the first stumbled a few feet away to plop down on the sands and process what she’d just been through, Indivara turned to look out at the other Candidates, chatting mentally with Venseth who was keeping a watchful eye on the boys, and promised to let her know if any of them needed her assistance or a beating. Indivara grinned, and shifted her pregnant bulk slightly, already feeling her feet were swelling from the heat and being on them so much over the past few days.

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V'lia
of Green Tiath

Date of Birth
19.09.718, 26
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5'4
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Hazel
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Slim
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Copper, long, wavy

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Written By: SunsetWay
#3
Vessaelia had been waiting weeks for this day! Of course it wasn't nearly as important as the actual Hatching, but she was excited to see the gold egg and greet the little lady. Some of the dragonriders and weyrfolk believed that the Touching was what shaped the dragon and helped form the bond. Honestly, it seemed a little hokey to her, especially with the boys who got to mingle with as many eggs as they could in the small amount of time allotted to them. It wasn't like the boy that touched four eggs was going to Impress to four dragons! He might not even Impress to any of those. Maybe he would Impress to one he ignored. A'dis told her not to over think it, and she really wasn't. This wasn't her first Touching, though she didn't get to Stand that often thanks to two out of three Weyrs only allowing women on the Sands when there was a golden egg--which she was fine with! She wanted so very badly to Impress to a gold, even more so now that she was dating --was it dating? -- a bronzerider.

A wonderful, perfect, handsome bronzerider...

She was daydreaming again and chided herself about it, not because she missed Indivara's retelling of the rules but because she missed her chance at being first in line. She wanted to make a good impression on the young gold, show she was punctual and well-poised, and just very agreeable to the position of goldrider. She practiced all of that by standing tall, not talking, and ignoring the chatter around her between a couple of other girls about how they were totally going to sneak in at least one touch each on another egg.

Wait, what?

That was so scandalous! Not that she was one to talk. She liked to be in the right place at the right time when the Flight losers were randy and in need of someone. Not that she really mothed anymore thanks to A'dis. But really! Why break the rules just to touch an egg? Sure, she really wanted to bond with this gold but even if she did want any old colour, she wouldn't risk being kicked out of the Hatching entirely for a sneaky touch.

Some people had no sense of priority.

The girl in front of her finally moved away and Vessaelia took a deep breath and exhaled as she closed the gap between her and the precious egg. With a smile, Vessaelia greeted the egg with a softly whispered, 'hello, dear one,' and laid her hand against the shell.

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Mulrissa
of Gold Bedith

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03.02.706,
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5'7"
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Brown
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Dark brown, twists

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Written By: Zandelion
#4
Coronet for @'Vessaelia'
At first, Vessaelia doesn’t feel anything from the egg. After several long moments she would realize that the gold dragonet is there, but she’s waiting; that’s why she feels so faint. She’s waiting for something from Vessaelia. As soon as this thought would occur to her, the gold decides she’s tired of waiting, and bullrushes Vessaelia’s mind as she prods various thoughts and memories. The touch is not delicate, and Vessaelia could feel how the gold demanded access to everything she came across in her head. Eventually, the dragonet feels as if she’s found enough for the time being, and, with a last assessing sweep of Vessaelia’s surface thoughts, withdraws her presence from the Candidate.

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V'lia
of Green Tiath

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19.09.718, 26
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Hazel
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Written By: SunsetWay
#5
Vessaelia frowned when she didn't feel an immediate connection. She knew she wasn't doing it wrong. Place hand on egg. Check. Wait for a response. Check? Well, she was waiting but normally there was something there. She closed her eyes to concentrate a bit more, trying to reach out and find the little female. Finally, sensing that perhaps she should give a bit of herself, maybe start up a conversation or show the best qualities she possessed, she felt a rush against her mind, causing her to gasp.

It was quite the intrusion! It felt like what she imagined a room would feel like when someone tore through it, tossing items every which way. Memories that were sweet and cherished from her childhood were brought forth and she smiled at them before they were tossed aside and she saw the way her brother looked at her, exasperated and finally thankful that she had been Searched and out of his hair. Some of her more questionable moments of Flight mothing or sneaking off to meet with someone rushed by, but they're quickly replaced by thoughts of A'dis and how she viewed the bronzerider and her desire to be a goldrider standing beside him.

She felt judged and not necessarily in a good way either. Was she not good enough for the dragonet? Vessaelia thought she had everything it took to be a goldrider. She was well-mannered, polite, knew when she should talk, and she thought she was rather pretty and would be a good example of a goldrider to show off to the Holds if needed. As the dragonet pulled away from her, clearly dismissed, she wondered if she was ready for this after all.

Frowning, Vessaelia took a step back from the egg, sharply turned on her heel, and silently marched away from the line of girls, Indivara, and the girl that had been before her. Unlike that other Candidate, Vessaelia didn't flop down onto the sand, but stood near the entrance. She wanted the fresh air but didn't want to leave the area just yet. She was kind of curious to see how the others reacted to the nosy gold; not that she wanted to talk about what she went through. She wasn't even sure what she went through yet.

The little gold had examined her life and desires so quickly and dismissed her just as fast! How could she get a true grasp of who she was? Vessaelia felt the urge to cry but held it in. She wanted to be as dignified and put together as Mulrissa currently exuded so she stood a bit taller once more and kept a chipper look about her as she did her best to focus on how the boys were doing. She could cry later when she was alone, maybe in the bath. Maybe A'dis wouldn't mind if she shared her worries with him.

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Qu'va
of Blue Dalsuth

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14.02.723, 22
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6'0
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Brown
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Average
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Written By: SunsetWay
#6
Quinvalis was still frowning even as he lined up to enter the Hatching circuit. He had arrived in Telgar the day before, a last minute addition to the group of Candidates hoping to Impress one of the dragonets about to hatch. As much as he wanted to be a dragonrider and make his mom and R'nya proud, he wanted to do that in Fort, where R'nya lived. Where Madiquel lived as well, if he was honest. She was a definite bright spot when he was having a darker day and he was so happy he had finally found the courage to properly speak with her months ago instead of keeping it to quick greetings or something more professional. But she wasn't the reason he was in Telgar.

R'nya was.

The Weyrleader had guilt-tripped him into going, whether he knew it or not. He likely knew it; R'nya wasn't dumb. His mom and sister lived in Telgar Hold still so wouldn't it be nice if he Impressed there so they could visit him whenever they wanted? Again, if he was being honest, he almost wondered if R'nya was trying to get rid of him, get the son of his secret lover away from his beloved mate --not that Quinvalis hated Rhaedalyn. How could anyone hate someone so sweet? But he knew that thought wouldn't have entered R'nya's mind either and the bronzerider was just looking to give him more chances at Impressing while making his mom happy as well.

So he begrudgingly agreed it would be nice, packed a bag, said bye to Madiquel with the hope she would come to the Hatching, and was personally carted off to Telgar Weyr by Fort's Weyrleader. Space had been tight with so many Candidates filing in for the large clutch but he found an unused bunk and settled in.

Now he was shuffling along behind the other boys, not as excited as they were about the Touching. Sure, it was cool and all, and he was normally just as thrilled to go through the odd ritual, but it wasn't Fort.

As the others started off for the eggs, Quinvalis hung back, observing the adult dragons for a few minutes. It was always interesting to see how they interacted. Xyreith and Aradissicath obviously cared for each other but they also seemed to enjoy annoying each other. How did this shiny duo get along? From the bit of gossip he knew, it didn't sound like they were mated and that it was a fluke T'ryn was even at the Weyr during the Flight. But just because the humans weren't mated didn't mean the dragons had to follow suit. It seemed like they got along well enough but were focused more on the group of humans meddling about the eggs. Mulrissa seemed to enjoy it all and T'ryn was hard to read. He seemed excited and a little anxious but that was likely still a carry over from the Flight--according to rumours, at least.

Sighing, he figured he should do his job before Indivara came over and picked on him. He saw the way Venseth was watching everyone closely. Wandering over to an egg that was sitting slightly lopsided and currently being ignored. He stood in front of it for a moment, studying the shell, imagining what could be inside, and then finally closed his eyes and rested his hand on the shell.


ooc: Ecstasy egg, please!

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D'lyne
of Green Tybalith

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17.06.720,
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5'3"
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Blue
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Trim
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Blonde

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Written By: Jenn
#7
Transferred for the short term to Telgar had Daelyne having the time of her life and the most boring moments. Bedith had risen and there were no clutches at Fort she'd impressed at so off to Telgar she'd gone. She only complained a little. Especially when she realized she would only be touching that ridiculous gold egg. When were those stuffy old men going to realize that girls needed to be on greens too. Daelyne would die laughing if some girl managed to walk away with a blue dragon here. She knew Indivara had a blue, Daelyne didn't remember much from that impression, but man wouldn't it just be hilarious to watch them spit and sputter if some tit haver walked away with a blue? A riot.

She heaved a sigh and cranked an eyeball out for an opportunity to touch an egg not golden. She'd get that chance without a doubt. She was sneaky and clever. She'd touch more than the gold if she had her way. She moved forward, arms still cross at the chest as the line for the gold egg dwindled down. She tried to be towards the front, figure the more there were left over for the people in charge to fuss at the more likely chances she had in touching a different egg too.

Finally it was her turn and the blonde moved forward to lay a hand on the warm shell of the gold with a quiet hello. She had to admit, color not withstanding, touching an egg was pretty amazing. The warmth of it spread through out her hand and up her arm. She always did enjoy a touching. Not as much as she enjoyed a hatching, there was no comparison to those, but a touching was almost as good. It marked an end to a clutch. The finality of it being on the sands were laid right out there under your hand. A grin bloomed on her face at the thought of the moron who would impress this dragonet. Not her. Her heart was set on green and that was what she was going to get.

{Coronet yo!}

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Mulrissa
of Gold Bedith

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03.02.706,
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Brown
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Written By: Zandelion
#8
Ecstasy for @'Quinvalis'
It takes a moment for Quinvalis to feel a response. He might realize he is the first to Touch this particular egg, and it hadn’t been expecting guests. The dragonet inside slowly uncurls from whatever partially aware state unhatched dragons live in and reaches out towards Quinvalis. At first the dragonet is unsure, but it quickly becomes excited that someone is there with it. Quinvalis can feel as it becomes increasingly thrilled at him being there. It stays with him until Quinvalis decided to move on from the egg, at which point it gives him a plaintive tug, not wanting him to leave.

Coronet for @'Daelyne'
Daelyne can feel the egg is disgruntled as she pokes at Daelyne’s thoughts. Why wouldn’t someone want her? What was up with this one that she didn’t? The confused pout is almost tangible to Daelyne as the dragonet continues to push through her thoughts, none too gently. Still, despite her fit of pique at someone not wanting her, the gold seemed to find Daelyne’s mind intriguing. She can feel the dragonet’s curiosity around her as she dug through her mind, and it almost feels like the gold is looking for something in particular. Whatever she’s looking for, she seems to find it, and, with a sense of smugness, the dragonet’s presence recedes.

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Sh'ran
of Blue Dyoricath

Date of Birth
19.01.717, 28
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6'1"
Eyes
Dark hazel
Build
Pretty boy
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Ashy blonde hair that is almost always straight. He used to keep it a bit longer, but clips it shorter after moving to the Weyr.

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Written By: Zandelion
#9
Misharan may have pouted a bit when he learned he was to be in the first group to Touch the eggs. Which was kind of cool, really, being maybe the first person to touch some of the eggs, but it meant he had to be awake early. Why did all the Hatching things have to be so early? It was so terribly inconvenient when mornings were your nemesis.

At least the Sands were warm. Almost too warm, like always, but it was worse when you had to get out of your nice warm bed to go be somewhere cold. Of course, the warmth also kept him sleepy instead of forcing him to stay awake, so that wasn’t exactly a plus. Ugh.

When the Candidates were given the go ahead, Misha closed his eyes, took a deep breath, shook his head a little, and opened his eyes back up, walking to the egg closest to the center of his field of vision. He squatted down next to the egg and smiled at it, not concerned about the fact the dragonet, encased in the shell as it was, had no chance of seeing the smile.

“Hello there,” he said, cheerful despite the sleep still suffusing his voice, “I’m Misharan, nice to meet you.” And he reached forward to gently press his hand against the shell.


Heartache egg

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Tala
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Written By: Zandelion
#10
It was always extra exciting being a Candidate when there was a gold egg. Obviously, for a woman, which Tala was, it meant she was more likely to be allowed to Stand. And more likely to Impress, as a gold egg meant at least one woman would walk away with a lifemate. Well, almost always, anyway. But that wasn’t worth dwelling on. She had an egg to touch! And, well, probably at least one more egg, just because. Tala would be perfectly happy with a gold dragon, but she’d be perfectly happy with a green, or even a blue. Any dragon, as long as it was hers.

She didn’t fuss about where she was in the line to Touch the gold egg. It honestly seemed unlikely they’d leave the Sands until all the gold Candidates had touched the egg. They were in a line, it was obvious how many were left, why leave until all had had a turn? Didn’t make sense to Tala, so she figured even if she was last she’d get her turn. However, she got a spot more toward the middle so she’d have a chance to Touch another egg before leaving. Again, just in case. She knew Touching an egg didn’t guarantee anything, but still. Couldn’t hurt.

While waiting Tala chatted with the other girls around her, listening to them air their own hopes of Impressing. Looking about at the other gold Candidates, Tala realized she was one of the oldest ones in this particular group. She hadn’t expected to feel old at twenty-three, but some of these girls were so young. The face of the poor girl who’d died after being mauled at Nadioth’s Hatching a few months earlier flashed through her mind and she frowned. That was a fluke. It wouldn’t happen again. She didn’t have to picture the faces of the girls around her bloody or contorted with pain.

Annoyed with herself, Tala tugged a bit on her hair to bring her back to the present. She smiled widely at some story a girl nearby was telling, having heard none of it, but she could change that. It wasn’t much longer, doing her best to stay engaged with the girls around her, until it was her turn to Touch the egg.

Tala took a deep breath and approached, whispered a greeting, and placed both hands on the shell of the immense golden egg before her.


Coronet egg, surprise surprise

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Mulrissa
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Written By: Zandelion
#11
Heartache for @'Misharan'
The egg does not return Misharan’s sentiment. It had been having a good time all on its own, thanks, and didn’t appreciate someone coming and intruding on its space. The irritated dragonet gives Misharan a cursory once over, since it may as well look at this annoying newcomer, but it quickly decided that is enough and perfunctorily leaves Misharan alone, going back to whatever it did inside its egg.

Coronet for Tala
A response from the gold doesn’t come immediately, and Tala gets a vague sense she’s being inspected from a distance before the dragonet comes forward to connect with her. The gold goes from barely brushing Tala’s mind to barreling directly into the middle of it, shoving and prodding at whatever she felt like checking out, dragging out old memories and studying them with a detached curiosity. After an indeterminate period of this, the gold gets bored with investigating Tala and draws back into herself.

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Written By: SunsetWay
#12
Quinvalis realised after a few moments of silence that he really was the first one to go to this egg and as he felt the inhabitant stirring against his mind, he couldn't help the smile that came. Someone was happy to see him and it felt like the dragonet hadn't been expecting anyone. Quinvalis knew that feeling. Sometimes he felt like he didn't belong in the Weyr no matter how much time he had already spent there or how much he helped out and made some friends. It was ingrained in him from an early age with his uncle taking over the farm that should have been his to his cousins in the tavern starting to get a bit rough and view him as competition for their cozy inheritance. So when someone was nice to him or simply noticed him, it always surprised him.

He laughed softly as the enthusiasm from the dragonet seemed to grow and he did his best to project happy thoughts and show how much he was happy to meet the little guy --or girl, it was odd how there was a consciousness there but nothing else could be pinned down. "If I had to Impress in Telgar, I think I would like it to be to you," Quinvalis confided quietly, not at all finding it weird that he was now talking aloud to an egg. Even if his voice wasn't heard, the sentiment would have been felt, right?

"I guess I should go, give others the chance to meet you," he didn't want to go, but he had to. Quinvalis had a feeling he had spent too much time on the one egg as it was, having caught glimpses of the other boys moving around him to get to new eggs. "Even if we aren't a match, I'll keep my eye out for you. I wonder if you'll remember me, though?" Dragons had short memories and one that wasn't even hatched yet would no doubt have no recollection of him, right? That was horribly depressing and he didn't want to leave the excited fella on that note!

So he brought up some memories of his mom and sister laughing and playing which in turn made him smile again as he whispered a farewell, feeling the mutual sadness, and removed his hand. The instant loss of that connection almost hurt, but Quinvalis made himself walk away from the egg before he put his hand back. Had a Candidate ever been obsessed with an egg before and refused to leave? What had happened? Did they bond? His luck would have the dragonet hatch and walk right by him to someone else and that would suck even more than the loss of the touch.

He supposed he could just call it quits and sit out the rest of the time but what if there were other eggs that had been overlooked and needed a friend for a few minutes? Quinvalis took a moment to survey the lot and when he found an egg that seemed a bit malformed with a dent in it, he knew that was his next target and moved around other eggs and people to get to it, laying his hand on the dent, showing he didn't mind the imperfection.



Enterprise!

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D'lyne
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Written By: Jenn
#13
The harsh and swift manner the gold dove into her thoughts almost had Daelyne reeling back, full lips parted on a gasp. But she couldn't. She couldn't let anyone see a weakness for what it was. If Daelyne did happen to impress what she wanted here she could let any of these idiotic boys see her at a down moment. They would take advantage, insist this was why a woman shouldn't ride a fighter. Too emotional. Can't handle the strain. Daelyne could handle what ever life threw at her and then some. She'd already proven it, getting over her mother's death and dealing with an over protective father. She would be fine. Stubborness kept her hand on the top of that egg,

She did have a smug satisfaction that the dragonet inside found her mind to be intriguing. She was intriguing. Every thought and action a subtle twist to get her way or to have as much fun as she possibly could. The baby gold could probably learn a thing or two from Daelyne. Her brows creased over the top of her blue eyes when the dragonet inside that gold filled egg seemed to find something amusing and with her smugness - smugness that fit both the girl and the color - slipped away from Dae. The girl took her hand away and moved from the egg. She spotted Tala in the crowd and threw the girl a wink. She'd need to sample that again.

A furtive look around had Daelyne scurrying through the careful laid clutch of eggs, careful as she could be not to bring Indivara's eyes towards her and trying not to disturb the eggs she moved through. Blue eyes cast around watching, waiting to make sure no one's eyes were on her and when they finally weren't the slender girl gently touched the smallest egg she could see. It would be fine, no way a brown or a bronze was housed in an egg so small. It had to be blue or green. She knew it and maybe if she touched it just right, the little bugger inside would find her good enough. Fuck but she hoped. Hoped so hard she probably broke something.


Calamity!

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Tala
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Written By: Zandelion
#14
As soon as her hands touched the shell of the egg, Tala started holding her breath, waiting for a response from the little queen inside. The dragonet does not immediately reach out to her, and Tala frowns a little, confused, before focusing carefully, reaching out as far as she can with her mind to try to feel anything. After a moment of searching Tala felt like she was being watched, and a heartbeat later she could feel the little gold, holding herself reserved as she observed this newcomer. Once the dragonet noticed Tala had discovered her, she rushed forward, opening the connection up from a thread to a flood.

It felt rather like being punched in the soul, to tell the truth, and the breath Tala had been holding was released in a gasp as the presence of the dragonet overwhelmed her. She watched quietly as the gold pulled at memories to watch them. Tiny glimpses from before the dragonriders were united in the South, that Tala was never sure were true memories or fabricated from stories her aunt told her, growing up in Katila, moving North, Ryvala, previous Hatchings she’d been to, including the maulings from earlier that turn, all flashed through her mind, nearly too fast for her to identify individual memories.

At some point, though Tala could not tell you exactly how long it had been, the dragonet decided she was tired of Tala’s memories and her presence withdrew from Tala’s consciousness. She took a careful step back, taking a moment to regain her internal balance before moving off to the side, letting whoever was next have their turn.

She walked without really paying attention away from the gold egg, still trying to put all the memories the little queen dug up back where they belonged in her head. Tala always forgot how intense Touching gold eggs could be. Not that Touching other eggs wasn’t intense, because it absolutely was, but she usually felt less like her head had been turned inside out. She took a deep breath, shook her head to clear it, and ran her fingers through her hair to neaten it back out before turning to look around her.

Her slightly dazed walk had brought her towards the edge of the Clutch, somewhere near Bedith’s tail. There weren’t as many eggs there, and there weren’t any other Candidates in the area at that moment. Glancing around, giving a an extra long look to the Weyrleader’s favorite ledge, Tala figured no one would notice if she Touched one of the eggs here. As an extra precaution, Tala sat down in the hot sand, using the size of the eggs to help hide her a little bit extra. She was suddenly very glad she was wearing pants that day, as sitting down in a skirt or dress on the Sands wouldn’t be overly pleasant. Once she was settled, legs crossed, Tala reached her hands out to the egg she’d sat next to, gently pressing them to the shell.

“Hello,” she said with a soft smile, “I’m Tala.”


Augury egg

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Sh'ran
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Written By: Zandelion
#15
The response from the egg was almost immediate, though the brief mental glance wasn’t exactly the ideal reaction from a dragonet. Irritation at being bothered rolled over Misharan, and he smiled at it, stroking the shell lightly with his thumb.

“I get you, being woken up when you’re not ready sucks,” he told it, thinking of his own distinct lack of fondness for early mornings. The dragonet latched onto the memory Misha projected of blearily rousing to someone shaking his shoulder that morning, seeming to relate to it.

“Yeah, no worries, I’ll leave you alone, buddy. You’ve got another week to rest in there. Make the most of it.” With a last gentle stroke against the shell, Misharan withdrew his hand as the dragonet returned its consciousness to its egg. He stood up and took a few steps back, laughing lowly at how very much he related to an egg. Hopefully, the other Candidates would leave that particular egg alone and just let it do its thing.

Undeterred by not exactly positive reaction from the first egg — Misha wasn’t going to blame anyone for not wanting to get up — he decided to introduce himself to another egg. His eyes fell on another egg, only a few feet away, and made his way over to it, again giving it a friendly greeting and introducing himself before placing a hand on its side.



Infinity egg

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Mulrissa
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Written By: Zandelion
#16
Enterprise for @'Quinvalis'
This egg responds faster than the first egg Quinvalis touched, the dragonet alert and interested as soon as he gets close, and it pounces on his mind as soon as his hand touches the shell. He can feel more than hear the questions pouring from the dragonet; who are you? Why are you here? What do you want? Tell me! Tell me tell me! The little dragonet demands to know everything about Quinvalis, pushing against Quinvalis’ mind but giving him time to give the answers, not just taking them. The dragonet will not stop demanding answers until Quinvalis chooses to pull away.


Calamity for @'Daelyne'
After the tempestuous gold egg, this egg is much calmer. It slowly responds to Daelyne’s touch, as if uncurling from a nap. She can almost see it blinking up at her slowly, considering her. The touch from this egg is gentle, almost like a warm bath after a long day. It quietly meets Daelyne’s mind, letting its consciousness slowly meld with hers, leisurely looking around at her memories and who she is. When it thinks its seen enough, the dragonet just as slowly leaves Daelyne.


Augury for Tala
Tala feels the soft, questioning touch of this egg immediately, though it is rather hesitant to reach out to her. When more access is offered, the dragonet cheers immensely and curiously comes to inspect Tala, poking around in her head. It almost feels like a little bird, quick, tentative, easily startled. As Tala tries to reach out further, the dragonet startles and pulls back, pausing to give Tala a sort of ‘thank you’ before dashing back to itself.


Infinity for @'Misharan'
If the first egg Misharan had Touched wanted to go back to bed, this one hadn’t even gotten up yet. In fact, it doesn’t seem to be fully aware he’s real. Misharan tries to let the dragonet know that he’s visiting it, and eventually it seems to figure out that the feeling of someone else wasn’t something it had made up in whatever sort of dreams it may have in its egg. It draws Misha in closer, as if in a sleepy hug, to gently explore him, sharing its emotional state and sense of the world with him, a deeply surreal experience. At length it lets go and gives languid farewell before withdrawing, leaving Misharan to discover a lot more time has passed than he intended to spend with the one egg.

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Qu'va
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Written By: SunsetWay
#17
Quinvalis gasped as his mind was pounced on by the curious dragonet. Why he never knew to exepct such a thing was still a mystery. Maybe because he had spent so much time around the private Xyreith before meeting other dragons that were older and seemed to gently nudge his mind before bespeaking him. He wasn't quite used to the youthful energy and curiosity yet, really only coming in contact with it at Touchings since he didn't mingle too much with the newly Impressed. That was also probably weird of him. He spent more time with the leadership than people his own age.

When all the questions being tossed at him finally started making sense through the overload of it all, Quinvalis gave a small smile. Definitely a demanding little one inside but he decided to play along for a little bit. "I'm Quinvalis and I'm here to say hello. That's all. You might have other visitors today, too. We all want to meet you before your big debut soon." As each question kept flying at him, he did his best to keep up with them, answering truthfully, if a bit quietly sometimes so the boys near him didn't overhear some of the things said.

Several minutes passed before Quinvalis started to feel tired from the interview he was being given and finally decided enough time had been spent with this one. "I have to go now, but others will come by soon. We'll meet again," he promised, again knowing the creature within the egg wouldn't likely remember him in a week. He removed his hand, breaking the connection and breathed a sigh of relief. He had fun but that was a lot to take in!

It was why he didn't go for a third egg but moved off to the stands and plopped himself down on the bottom row. He had a lot to digest from just two eggs and didn't think his mind could process a third visit. Besides, he really did want to track the two eggs he connected with at the Hatching and see what was inside and if he'd be able to meet them again later on, depending on the rider. He decided to spend the rest of the time going over his time with the dragonets and memorizing their eggs so even if they were moved around, he could find them again. He hoped, anyway.

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Mylorah
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Written By: SunsetWay
#18
Despite the early start, Mylorah was chipper and chatted with everyone around her as they made their way to the Sands. She almost felt like she was on her way to the actual Hatching with the early hour and the way she put her hair up in a neat bun to keep it out of the way, and more importantly, off her neck since it would be hot inside. The only thing missing was the ugly sack they had to wear as she currently wore one of her trademark sundresses. She had considered pants for the day but knew she'd only be touching the gold egg and then figured she'd go sit in the stands while waiting for everyone else to finish up, so she didn't expect to be crouching and kneeling in front of eggs all morning.

So colour her surprised when Indivara hinted she wouldn't stop any girls from visiting with other eggs. She shouldn't have been surprised, after all, Indivara was a bluerider so she obviously didn't have anything against women on fighting dragons. But Mylorah had expected her to follow the Weyrleader's rules to keep her new position safe. Maybe that was why there were pointed glances to his ledge and hints that if she didn't see it happen, she didn't know about it. Still, Mylorah didn't feel like pushing her own luck that day and casually lined up for the gold, letting nearly everyone else go before her. There were so many new faces and eager expressions that Mylorah wanted to make sure they got in there right away.

She spent her time in line watching the girls in front of her or the boys wandering around the entire clutch. Some of the boys had amazing reactions where they stumbled away and some even fell to the ground. She did her best to cover her giggles or look away but she knew she owed at least one boy an apology since he saw her. Overall, she felt the boys were having good reactions and loved how pensive some of them were. What did they see or feel? She'd try to ask later but it was pretty common to keep the experience private. Misharan, though, would likely share! She watched him at his second egg, waving when he glanced in her direction afterward.

She missed his third egg, if he even went to one, as the girl before her stepped up to the gold egg. Mylorah watched her, wondering how it was going, and couldn't read the girl's expression as she slowly walked away. Was this gold nice? Bossy? Rude? Sleeping? Well, she was about to find out as she stepped up, gave a little courtesy because she could, introduced herself, and placed her hand on the warm shell.

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Mulrissa
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Written By: Zandelion
#19
Coronet for Mylorah

The gold egg was getting cranky. All these people wanting her attention, and so many of them didn’t even deserve it! She didn’t bother observing this one for a bit first, wanting to get through this, crashing into her immediately and presenting her demand; what have you got to offer me? Not waiting for an answer, the gold began her customary rooting through of the visitor’s head, delving into the most hidden of Mylorah’s memories. She was more experienced than her first few attempts at this, though she still had no interest in concerning herself with niceties like being gentle. Ultimately she decides this one’s not a complete waste of time, giving Mylorah a careful final look-over before flouncing off, really, really hoping she could be done now.

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Written By: SunsetWay
#20
Mylorah was used to rude dragons that just popped into her mind --she grew up with Grith as a baby-sitter after all-- and was just as used to the unhatched dragonets prodding her mind for whatever it was they were looking for. The little gold was definitely nosy and Mylorah giggled at her diving in and rooting around. She closed her eyes and did her best to open herself up to the scrutiny, knowing she couldn't hide anything even if she wanted to, which was true when the gold started poking at secrets and memories she rarely revisited herself.

She winced as the pain associated with some of the memories came back but she didn't cry or let go of the egg. In fact, she wanted the dragonet to know that pain meant the memories were still important, that the lost loved ones were in fact still loved ones. Pain sucked but it did make you stronger and did motivate you to keep going. What Mylorah did hate, though, was the nosy girl finding out she feared loving someone so deeply that when they left her it would utterly destroy her and remind her she wasn't wanted by anyone. Maybe they both learned something with that one and that some things weren't worth the risk.

After a little more scrutiny, she felt like she may have passed whatever test she had been put under but Mylorah also knew when she was definitely dismissed and started laughing again. What a sassy little thing! She would be a fun girl to have around, that was for sure. While she felt good with that little bonding session, Mylorah wasn't confident they would end up together. She never tried to get her hopes up at any Hatching for any colour. She was there as a potential option and her time would come if it was meant to or not. Of course she hoped it did and maybe sooner than later but her life was never over and she wasn't crushed with overwhelming disappointment or examine what was wrong with her after a Hatching.

"Thank you for your time," she whispered and walked away from the egg and the entire clutch. There was still time but she hadn't changed her mind on mingling with the others and moved off to the stands. She spotted the boy that arrived the day before sitting alone, as he seemed to enjoy doing at all of their meal times so far, so she headed in his direction to strike up some light conversation and see if she could get him to at least smile.

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N'noa
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Written By: SunsetWay
#21
It was strange, he thought, not for the first time. He never imagined this was how his life would turn out. He had studied hard all through his youth to help on the family farm and show they wouldn’t struggle with his dad having passed away. He knew the ins and outs of breeding racers and could even deliver the foal or tend to any wounds as he really enjoyed the veterinarian courses that taught more along the lines of healing.

But life hardly went the way it was planned to go. While he had been pretty much on course for his perfect life of raising horses and living on the farm forever, maybe one day settling down with a cute girl after he was done playing with all the cute girls, he was Searched and given the chance to live with dragons and possibly even have one of his own.

He had always thought horses were the most majestic animal; until he met a dragon. They were beautiful and mysterious in their own way. The desire to know more about them and the child within him that grew up on tales of dragons and knowing his eldest brother he had never met was likely a dragonrider if he still lived was enough for Narinoa to give up everything he knew for the unknown. He kind of blamed his years of being the perfect bookworm and avoiding all sorts of fun as his need for something new and adventurous when it was presented.

He had yet to Impress but he’d been told that was normal and he had a lot of time still. Luckily, the gold population was steadily increasing so more clutches were beginning to happen with each passing year as the young dragons matured. It was why he found himself currently in Telgar Weyr waiting to be set free upon their latest clutch to touch and mingle with the eggs. It was an interesting ritual, one that still fascinated him even a year after being Searched and Standing for multiple Hatchings.

Having lived in a Weyr for a year now, Narinoa knew there was a lot more to the Weyrs than Holders would think –like they weren’t always having orgies in public; that was usually reserved for closed doors-- and he worked just as hard on a daily basis here as he did on the family farm. Truthfully, he may have worked harder now to show everyone he was committed and that his being Searched wasn’t a mistake.

That being said, he was finding more time to have fun as well. He had definitely let loose in the sexual department, finding he enjoyed it with both genders and liked exploring the Weyrs and areas when he could. Touchings were kind of a combination of working hard and fun times, which always left Narinoa focused on the task but with a large smile on his face. It was interesting to have a small connection with a being that hadn’t even cracked its shell yet and even the cranky dragons still made him walk away with a feeling of jubilation.

So as he approached one of the smaller eggs that made him think of when he picked out Pip’s egg from the firelizard clutch, Narinoa was smiling and ready to greet as many of the dragonets as he could in the small amount of time.


Liar, please!

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D'lyne
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Written By: Jenn
#22
It was interesting how very different the eggs were from each other. This new egg, small and fragile, was slow and calm in comparison to the gold. Where the gold had pillaged and mined whatever it was she was looking for in Daelyne's mind this one went slowly. Dae could imagine the sleepy look on the drgaonet's face, eyes a gentle whirl of blue and could almost picture a lazy little blue inside. She appreciated the gentleness, the warmth and for a moment Daelyne herself felt like she was just waking up from a long lazy nap. A grin bloomed on her face as the dragonet slide just as slowly from her mind. Touchings were always the best thing.

She glanced around again, looking for the all the people that could put a giant block in her fun and drifted. No one was noticing her and were otherwise occupied. Brows drawn down in a sneaky cant, Dae found another egg to touch. Hand pressed against the side of the next egg. She didn't understand why girl couldn't touch any egg. She didn't get why the leadership and those stuffy out fucks couldn't just come to grips with fact that women were just as good. Besides. If a dragon didn't want a woman they wouldn't impress that woman. It worked the other way too. Would the weyrleader try to force a dragonet away from a girl if that was who they wanted? Take the chance on a betweened green or blue and a dead girl? Idiotic if you asked her. She knew Ista was a little more progressive, M'ris and Ameris a little more understanding that girls impressing was better than dead dragons. At least there were some out the who got it. Maybe she'd try her hand at Ista next time.

Blue eyes darting and shifting, always making sure no one that was important could see her, Daelyne kept her hand on that egg and concentrated. Tried to take her mind off the fact she wanted to impress so badly that she would break the rules to do it. Probably for the best, otherwise she'd never get what she wanted. And she knew what she wanted. This should probably be the last one she touched on a sneak. Mustn't get caught, they might take the entire hatch away from her and then where would she be? Out of a fucking dragon that's where.


{Mystery!}

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Mulrissa
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Written By: Zandelion
#23
Liar for @'Narinoa'
The dragonet inside this egg is not convinced this whole ‘Touching’ thing is a good idea. There are so many ways this could go wrong. What if someone hurt it by mistake? It shifts around in distress, eyeing Narinoa cautiously. Was this one safe? The dragonet waits for reassurance before hesitantly exploring his mind. Some memory scares it and it makes some sort of mental squeak and dashes back to its egg.

Mystery for @'Daelyne'
Daelyne feels this dragonet immediately, as it bounces into her mind. Its a very loud presence, bright and energetic, and its almost painful as it pokes around and investigates Daelyne. The dragonet is a little clumsy as it wanders around, falling into thoughts and memories that it doesn’t like and squawking piercingly as it races to a more pleasant one. It’s altogether a very strange experience and Daelyne’s head may hurt a bit when it leaves.

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Tala
of Green Niath

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Tala has wavy light brown hair that she keeps cut above the shoulder. It lightens significantly in the summer and sun. It curls more strongly in the humidity.

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Written By: Zandelion
#24
Within seconds Tala senses the presence of the inhabitant of the egg, though it’s not trying to connect with her, just hovering at the outskirts of her mind. She sends it soft encouragement to come take a closer look at her, that she wanted to meet it, and it cautiously reaches out to her. Its touch is feathery light, and Tala would almost call it ticklish. As it quickly flits about her head Tala giggles, charmed by the nervous little dragonet. When it starts poking at a memory, one from her teenage years, she tries to encourage it, gently prodding it and sending positive thoughts. Apparently, it was a bit too much because it jumps, surprised, and scurries away from her back to the safety of its shell. It does, however, pause to say good bye in some fashion, and Tala can feel it’s appreciation for letting it poke around. Even if she did scare it a little.

Tala smiles as she takes her hand away, thinking the jumpy little dragonet inside seemed sweet. “Good luck, little one,” she tells it, “I’m rooting for you, okay? You’ll bond to someone lovely, I’m sure.” She scoots back a little, watching the egg for a moment before wondering if she can get away with Touching another one. It’s not like she had to, ultimately the Touching didn’t decide who Impressed to which egg, but it was so nice to interact with the eggs. Just one more couldn’t hurt, right? Glancing around just to be sure she was still safe, she moved a bit more to the left, ending up next to another egg.

“You don’t mind if I say hello, do you?” she asked it, not really expecting an answer. She didn’t feel any particular sense that it didn’t want her to touch it, so Tala went ahead and placed her hands against it.

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Written By: ZZZ Archived
#25
Phinarion hadn’t meant to keep his relation to V’ler a secret! It was just, the longer he took to introduce himself to his uncle, the more awkward he became about the whole idea. It wasn’t as if no one knew – pretty much all the candidates knew he was the bluerider’s nephew, and he had been the butt of no shortage of teasing about the Weyrlingmaster being his aunt… wasn’t that awkward? And neither of them knew. Phinarion just couldn’t bring himself to step up and introduce himself after all this time and really… everyone else had figured it out, maybe they were just ignoring the fact that he looked like he could be his uncle’s twin? Could they really be that oblivious?

Considering the way Indivara was eyeballing them all and barking out instructions, Phinarion doubted that she wasn’t aware because she wasn’t sharp enough. Maybe it was because she was pregnant and she just didn’t realise? Maybe… Shrugging to himself and watching as the other Candidates began weaving through the eggs, Phinarion considered his options, joining the rest of them in wandering through them all. None of them really called out to him, though, and Phinarion realised about fifteen minutes later that most of his fellows were on to their second or third egg, and he still hadn’t even Touched his first one yet!

Maybe he was being too fussy? Was it weird that he was waiting for an egg that really stood out to him? How could one stand out, though, when they were all pretty much the same?

Sighing dramatically, Phinarion turned sharply to the left and approached the first egg he spotted as a result. Stopping before it, he studied the remarkably unremarkable egg for several moments before leaning forward just enough to press the palms of both hands firmly to the shell, his face a picture of concentration as he waited to see what this egg had in store for him. It wasn’t his first Touching, and the odds were it wouldn’t be his last (seriously, how big was the class!?) but Phinarion was still unsure how it was any given egg would react to him.



Heartache.

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N'noa
of Blue Atranth

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Written By: SunsetWay
#26
The tentative touch against his mind and the distress that accompanied it broke Narinoa’s animal-loving heart. He found himself crouching down to be more on the dragonet’s level out of habit when approaching a frightened animal. His hand stayed on the egg, sliding down the warm shell with ease, and he smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay, little one. I only wanted to say hello and see how you’re doing. No one wants to hurt you or your siblings.” He kept his voice low and soft, not seeing anything odd about talking to an egg. He spoke to animals all the time but it did take a little time for him to accept he wasn’t crazy when the dragons spoke back.

He continued holding still, silently urging the dragonet to come out and visit with him and gave a sigh of relief when it worked. Narinoa closed his eyes as he felt the prodding of his mind and was just starting to relax, pleased that trust was being built between them, when the squeak in his mind sent his eyes flying wide open again and the dragonet fleeing away. “No, please wait!” He urged the little being to come back out but it was too late and the dragonet was now hiding away from his mental touch.

He didn’t blame it for running away; sometimes he wanted to as well. It was the memory of the barn fire years ago that seemed to be the trigger. He hadn’t meant to bring it back up so close to the surface, but the distress of the dragonet made the connection to calming distressed horses and then to the fire. Some things really were better best forgotten as the smell and cries of the horses still haunted him and could send him into a cold sweat and shakes.

“I’m sorry, little one. I promise not everything out here is like that. You’ll be okay.” He gave a light pat to the egg in reassurance and stood, breaking connection entirely. He was a bit worried about this one and hoped it wouldn’t be too nervous in personality upon entering the world; or that it had a strong-minded rider to keep it calm.

Since he hadn’t spent too much time with that egg, Narinoa knew he had plenty of time still to explore the clutch. He didn’t venture far, though, moving down a few eggs to what seemed to be the largest egg in the clutch. Another boy had just left it and it seemed like a few more had eyes on it as well but he was closer and laid a hand first.


Power, please.

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Sh'ran
of Blue Dyoricath

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19.01.717, 28
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Pretty boy
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Written By: Zandelion
#27
Touching this egg felt a little like falling back asleep. Misharan was already tired and ready to fall back into bed to begin with, and this sleepy dragonet was only exacerbating that. He gave himself a mental shake to keep from falling asleep then and there on the Sands and he felt the sudden attention of the egg, who seemed to just then realize it wasn’t alone. Misha smiled at it and mentally reached out, wanting to be sure the dragonet knew he was there, and there to meet it. Slowly he felt the egg come closer, but instead of exploring his head like they usually did, it pulled him closer to it, letting them meld so it could learn about Misharan passively. It didn’t feel like poking around, it just wanted Misharan to rest there with it for a bit.

It’s a surreal experience, considering the dragonet didn’t seem to be as fully aware of itself as some of the others did, and Misha feels like he’s dreaming instead of at a Touching. Honestly, it felt kind of like being high, like he was and was not in his own body. At some point the dragonet seemed to realize it should let him go, and it slowly pulled away, leaving Misharan feeling a bit empty.

He blinked a lot, moving his hand from the egg and feeling a twinge in his arm. Apparently he had been standing there longer than he thought if his arm had gotten stiff. Shaking himself a little to try to bring himself more firmly into his body, Misha moved off towards the stands, thinking he should try to get his head a bit better in order before subjecting himself on a dragonet. They did need that from him.

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Written By: ZZZ Deceased
#28
In his usual fashion of taking everything far too seriously, Rubren ignored all the other Candidates to methodically go through the eggs, Touching any that he felt called to him. This was his sixth Hatching, and therefore sixth Touching. They weren’t bad or anything, but he really wished he could just Impress soon. He was only sixteen, and he knew weyrbrats in their mid twenties who had been Standing as long as they were able and still had no dragon. Rubren didn’t want to wait that long. It sounded miserable to him.

In order to maximize his chances, he tried to reach as many eggs as he could during Touchings, just in case. He never got to all of them, even on smaller Clutches, and he knew there was no way he’d get through even half of this one. Even so, he could get to a good number of them. Looking over the Clutch and watching where most other Candidates were, Rubren picked his way over to an area that was more sparsely occupied. For whatever reason there weren’t as many people over here, though there were a number of eggs. Maybe they looked smaller and people didn’t want greens? Rubren wasn’t sure. He didn’t exactly want a green, but at previous Hatchings he’d seen browns and bronzes come from smaller eggs, and certainly blues, so in his mind it was worth Touching the smaller eggs as well. Just trust that he wasn’t really green material.

Rubren settled on a fairly middling sized egg mixed in with the smaller ones, moving forward to stand a step or so away from it. He didn’t bother saying anything to it, but he let his hand hover over the shell for a moment before setting it down to give the dragonet a chance to learn he was there.



Wit

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D'lyne
of Green Tybalith

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Written By: Jenn
#29
This dragonet was nothing like the others and Daelyne winced immediately when it bombarded her mind with it's presence. It was almost too much for the girl. Daelyne could admit how energetic and loud she could be but the dragonet was so much more. Breaking into the death she'd witnessed, whether dragon or human, the dragonet within the shell screeched in her mind and Dae could feel the headache beginning. It was almost like talking to Grith. It's clumsy manner was endearing though and the girl kept her hand on the outside of the shell.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the dragonet found a more pleasant memory and it was one Dae herself enjoyed immensely. Her full lips curved into a grin at the memory the dragonet drudged up and she blinked rapidly when the dragon inside the shell out of her mind as quickly as it had fallen inside. Her eyes pinched as elegant fingers came up to rub at the ache that had started behind them. That dragonet had given her the worst headache, almost as bad as rotgut wine did. She almost sought out another egg to touch but she didn't want to press her luck.

Winding her way through the eggs, Daelyne made her way towards the edges of the sands. She did have to admit she liked these sands far more than she did the ones that had been in Katila. Neither had been true hatching sands and Dae could appreciate the walls surrounding the area. Tugging at her pants lightly, the blond slid down the wall she leaned against. Sitting easily with her legs sprawled out, Daelyne watched the rest of the group touch eggs here and there. She watched the boys have all the fun without having to worry about being barred from a hatch. There were times like now she wished she'd been born with a penis but then she'd remember she quite liked being a girl.

A grin grew as she shook her head and waited patiently for the touching to be done and finished.

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Mulrissa
of Gold Bedith

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Written By: Zandelion
#30
Heartache for Phinarion
The dragonet inside the egg huffs as it realizes Phinarion is there. It keeps getting approached, and it’s not sure it likes it. With a mental nudge it checks out Phinarion; it’s still not fond of being bothered, but it’s not going to waste the opportunity. Humans are pretty interesting, even if they are nosy and can’t keep to themselves. The dragonet decides this one is probably its favorite so far, very polite even if he did disturb it, and it has mellowed out a bit the longer it had been aware of the Touching. It pokes around a bit longer, before leaving Phinarion alone so it can, hopefully, go back to being alone.


Power for @'Narinoa'
Who was this? The dragonet in this egg boldly bounds forward, immediately sticking its metaphorical nose into Narinoa’s mind, its curiosity spilling out to the Candidate. Its been enjoying meeting all these people who want to meet it, and it’s excited to Hatch and meet them all properly. This dragonet is ready to face the world and eagerly watches memories about life outside its egg. Narinoa gets the sense it’s particularly intrigued by his memories of horses; apparently it hadn’t seen them in any other Candidate’s memories and is confused by why they don’t have wings. After Narinoa reasonably satisfies its curiosity on the matter, it prances off, having liked the interaction but wanting to meet someone new.


Eloquence for Tala
This dragonet is much calmer than the last Tala encountered, lazily greeting her as she connects with the egg. She can practically see the dragonet inside roll over and stretch like a cat. It has no care in the world and is just enjoying its time still spent in the egg before it has to go out and deal with life. Not that it’s dreading Hatching, it just seems to want to exist in the now and not worry about the future. It has a very calming presence that washes over Tala before she has to leave the egg.


Wit for @'Rubren'
Ruben immediately feels the frustrated dragonet inside this egg, and imagines it lashing its tail in irritation. Every person who Touches its shell makes it wish it could be out there exploring more. But it wasn’t time yet and it was vexing. Still, it wanted to know as much as it could about everything while it was still stuck in the shell and eagerly rushes around Rubren’s head trying to learn as much as it possibly can. When it feels it’s learned as much as it can from Rubren for the time being, it goes back to sulking.

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