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 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 7:39 pm
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Death egg
A flicker of amusement would ripple through the egg beneath Rham's fingers. Oh? it might almost seem to ask, the impression of laughter bubbling up from within. Was it such a little egg? Perhaps. Perhaps it only seemed like a little egg. What was a little thing, anyway?
Empress Egg
Here it was, at long last. A fitting homage to the egg that had been waiting to be noticed. It was true that the egg had many siblings, all of whom were worthy of an introduction. The dragonet within stirred, reaching out to investigate what was offered it. Naturally, it was deserving of such attention. Was Ellain?
Magician Egg
It, too, had little doubt that it would be amazing. Its potential was written in the stars, surely. Its coming was foretold... or should have been, if someone missed the missive.
Empress Egg
Who was this stranger who approached so anxiously? Be still. All is well. This is precisely where Shiloh should be, touching eggs and giving honor to such a beautiful being. Yes, things were just as they ought.
Magician Egg
It is quite calm. Do not mistake the egg's energy for anxiety, for it is not nervous. It is, however, curious to know what caused the other to presume such a thing. While it may not be the largest of all eggs, it certainly exudes an air of importance... or so says the egg.
High Priestess Egg
The egg did not give away its thoughts, yet there was certainly an impression that it listened to what Faren had to say. If it had any strong emotions about the length of time that the other spent in touching it, it did not reveal them. Dragons were meant to fly, surely it would fly. But what would Faren do?
Judgement Egg
It did not know that, no. Is purple a noble color? The egg stirred, taking her measure. A flicker of approval moved through the egg as it noted how brave she had been to approach. Doing one's best is all that can be hoped for, yet perhaps... perhaps better can be striven for.
Empress Egg
Perhaps the dragonet within was not a gold. Would it be less worth her time if so? But this egg was more than worth Camilla's time. Indeed, come touch its shell, for it demands nothing less than full attention.
Wheel of Fortune Egg
Oh! Oh, yes! Touch it! It has been waiting sooooooo long to be given attention! Everyone else has been touched, but not it. A bright burble of laughter greeted Riagan as he laid his hand against its egg.
High Priestess Egg
Although the egg expressed an interest, faintly, in Lenix's thoughts, it was not moved by the idea of what it would enjoy. What would he do? What would he become?
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 7:44 pm
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Luiciand bowed formally to the Queen and to her chosen one. He did a slight florish at the end towards the two humans acknowledging them as well, before heading out onto the sands. This was his first look at the eggs. Others had tried to get a glimpse or two, but Luiciand was mindful of the weapons training he would get if he was caught disturbing the queen and her eggs. And arrogant he may be, he was not arrogant enough to believe that the queen would not catch him.
The eggs were lovely each in their own way. Though some clearly were superior to others. It is just the way of things. One in particular caught his eye, already with it’s own crowd forming. He proceeded to the Emperor Egg and respectfully waited, as patiently as he could which was not all that patiently, for the hands to leave the egg before placing his own. The lectures from his superiors still ringing in his ears days later. Do not crowd the egg. Do not touch the egg when others are touching it. Do not sneeze on the egg. And be mindful of your emotions.
“Hello young one. Soon you will be able to roam and play. And learn, fight, and soar. I wish you the best for you, whoever that may be.” He tried really hard to not think it, but there was an unspoken, I hope it is me, at the end of that.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 7:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:54 pm
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The Heirophant Egg
Ichta would be rewarded with a gentle wave of assurance and comfort. The sensation would be slow to grow, so as not to startle the girl. The sensation itself would be sincere and warm, as if whoever was in there wished Ichta to find nothing but peace. If Ichta had worries, she could leave them behind with this little egg.
The Star Egg
The Star would remain still for a long moment, almost as if nothing would happen. Ah, the Candidate's patience would be rewarded as ever so cautiously, something agreeable would reach out and tickle the back of Amila's thoughts. It was a tentative touch, but full of hope. If Amila believed in the Star, then the Star would believe in her.
The Emperor Egg
The Emperor Egg would lean into the touch of Alumet, perhaps a bit harder than necessary. There was nothing little about this egg, and whoever was inside knew it. Still, the suddenness of he egg's movement quickly turned into smug pleasure. Surely, others should follow this girl's lead.
The Devil Egg
Stay and linger, so the egg seems to encourage Caderyn. At the boy's words, Caderyn would feel that desire to stay grow, the sensation quite prepared to envelop him like a blanket. Why should he go anywhere else? If The Devil is so magnificent, so awe inspiring, than why waste time on any of the others? Surely, Caderyn would remain, and continue to give The Devil their due.
The Emperor Egg
Goran's touch would be met with a ripple of power and strength. How brave of the lad to approach, but his fears are unjustified. This is not an egg that wishes to enslave. Let the Emperor take up his battles instead -- Goran has fought long enough.
The Devil Egg
The Egg would press into Ened's hand, ever pleased. Of course it's striking, it seems to say. Would Ened be here otherwise if it wasn't? Which would Ened prefer its shell to be -- a harmless plant or covered in the blood of their enemies? The Devil knows its answer... but what would Eneds be?
The Heirophant Egg
The Egg sends a wave of contentment back to Timor, pleased to be noticed, but not alarmed by its current hidden state. The egg is happy to be exactly where it is, no more, no less. The Heirophant never asked to be so buried, but it is happy all the same. Is Timor happy in his lot of life, too?
The Sun
If the Sun could glow with pleasure it would do so. A good day to you too, and a good day to us all! A warmth would tickle the Candidate's hand, and up Karone's arm. Why not smile, it seems to encourage with its touch. There's no need to hide it, not around The Sun. Instead, the egg would practically beam -- if an egg could do such a thing. Somehow, though, the Sun's pleasure would radiate.
The Emperor
Ah, another one! Luciand understands how important it was to greet the Emperor first, and the boy shall be rewarded with the egg's acknowledgment. The Emperor would press into the others touch, though it would be stung with a crack of power. The Emperor knows that it will have only the best of the best, but it finds humor in Luiciand's thoughts. Why hide such a desire when the Emperor knows what you wish? Own it, or so commands the egg.
The Moon
Ah! But what if this egg really is the biggest? What if this egg possess the largest dragon Pern ever saw? Could Rham really know or judge based on shell alone? Would Rham still love it even if they were the tiniest dragon? And what if they shrunk as they aged instead of grew? Would Rham still find it cute then? Do tell The Moon, and say so in such pretty words!
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Masterharper Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:04 pm
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It was almost like he could feel what the egg was trying to tell him. Rham's head tipped to one side as he sat down next to this egg and just continued to pet it.
"You're going to be well received and loved." Rham's voice was gentle still, grinning to himself. He wasn't sure if he was going to impress any of the eggs here, but he hoped, even if he didn't, his words rang true. "Even if you're the tiniest little dragon, you'll be so fierce and protected. I'll make sure, as much as I can, that all of you will thrive once you're out.." He pushed some sand a bit further to the egg, feeling just how hot the surface was. It was so hot, but he didn't feel like he was quite done with this one.
There was no telling what the eggs were going to look like when they hatched, but he knew they were all going to be beautiful little creatures.
His eyes wandered to the other eggs, but looked back to The Moon one and shrugged. "I'm going to go say hi to some of the others. Be happy and strong." He tapped the egg a couple more times before moving along, getting up and dusting himself off.
The Devil egg was right there, so he shuffled behind the clutch to rest his hand on it gently. "I just talked to the one beside you.. And already you're completely different than them, hm?" It was like he'd been drawn to the bright red color. With a low hum, Rham moved even closer, wanting to rest his ear on the egg to see if he could hear the dragonling inside. "Your egg is red and so very warm. Such a sparkling color, truly."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:13 pm
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Well, this egg was her new best friend, at least for the moment. She ran her palm along it's surface, easing into her own skin as the feeling it radiated to her sank in, soothing poor, frayed nerves.
"Thank you," she said it out loud, but the sentiment was there, palm lingering longer than perhaps she was meant to leave it there. It was nice. This little dragon was going to make a fine partner to whomever it knew was the one for it. After lingering for a long time, she moved away from it.
Looking up, she could see Goran over by The Emperor, and she watched for a moment, taking in what he was up to. It was a rather handsome egg, perhaps it would suit one such as himself. If he glanced her way, however, she'd pointedly (and almost suspiciously) look away. Instead, she carefully maneuvered through the eggs to pay the due respect that someone was practically begging for.
The Empress would first be bowed to, as she had done for the golden egg's parents, and then had addressed the entire clutch with. It was good to be respectful, and there was something about this egg that oozed it. How she'd love to have that sort of confidence. Ichta nodded quietly towards the others who touched it's golden, shimmering surface, before reaching out to gently run her own palm along it thoughtfully.
Thank you for watching over your siblings. I hope you will all do right by each other.
Tsunake Whoops, Goran got peeked at ;P
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:15 pm
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Amila smiled gently, stroking the Star Egg a bit more. The others were passing it up for the other eggs - some rather proud and strong seeming eggs were quite popular, and the candidate noted to hold back. Best not to intrude on others -- she had a small friend to talk to, even if she wasn't Impressed later.
"I bet your sibling is being a good protector, and your mom." Amila finally said softly to the egg. Her tone remained gentle as she simply stroked, trying to sooth the egg fondly. It was more than Firelizards, or Watchwhers, or anything else, true -- but the practice of comfort was a gift all deserved, and a similar method.
"I bet you'll be a good dragon too! Just like them, and as pretty too."
She sighed, relaxing as she looked around at the others.
She was afraid to approach, but not because they were bad -- she was afraid of rejection. Still... Hopefully the little dragonet in the Star Egg didn't fear others. They really were stronger. Still, the Candidate hummed, finally daring to smile a little at the others.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 12:30 am
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Demanthra had listened to all the instructions their candidatemaster had given them, despite having heard it several times in the past. Unlike some of the other candidates, this was not her first touching, so she knew what she was to do. As they entered the sands, she gave a deep bow to Uridith and Lestenna, glad to see the gold rider. Then she turned to Takarath and his rider next, repeating the respectful gesture for them as well. Once done, she turned to the eggs and tried to decide which one she should start with. They were beautiful eggs, but two of them called to her. She finally made her decision and walked over to the moon egg near the center, the pink color so beautiful to her.
As she was walking softly, she wondered if her dragon might be among these eggs. Her parents and older twin siblings had told her plenty of times that her time would come, she just had to be patient. They said the dragon that was meant to her would know it and she would impress. Breaking out of her thoughts, she saw some faces she recognized and she smiled over to them. Then she got to the egg she wanted to start with and gently placed a hand on its shell.
Hello, little one, it is nice to meet you,she greeted in her thoughts, as bubbly as she could.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 12:41 am
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Farensil felt the egg's quiet pondering. At least, she imagined it was pondering. Perhaps it was just her imagination. "I hope to see you fly when you've hatched." She hummed, giving it one more pat. She hoped more to be riding someone from the clutch after the hatching, and of course, appropriate development time, but...
She moved on, feeling silly for her thoughts' turning over themselves, now. The other hands on the sands had moved on, or started to, shifting towards other eggs. Farensil decided she'd make for the High Priestess' nearest neighbor, the Judgement egg. It was just as beautiful as its sibling, and she had to control the urge to pick up the egg and snuggle with it, opting instead for the gentle strokes she might give a crooning wher at midday to calm nightmares.
After a moment, she spoke, mostly to herself, but the voice would reach the egg. "I can't help wondering if egg-bound dragonets dream. I'll have to remember to ask." Farensil hardly had to close her eyes to dream. Her mind pictured her aback a dragon, no instructor, with wind in her hair and stinging her eyes. It wasn't until she realized the dragon beneath her was a royal purple that she was able to recall that she wasn't supposed to be spacing out. "Sorry. Kind of a silly thing to think about, huh?"
Faren chuckled weakly at the egg, shrugging softly. It was a busy egg, she figured it was time to move on, and stood again, to look around the sands. Focus seemed to be on the central clutch, still; the gold and the red egg seemed popular. Faren would get there, though. For now, she decided she'd go for another on the fringes, and moved gently towards the Fool, kneeling next to it and laying both hands gingerly overtop of the shell. She lay her ear on the egg curiously to listen for a few moments, before she hummed. She didn't say anything, just mumbled out a little tune for the eggling, bobbing her head while she settled next to it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 5:02 am
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Isilje couldn't help but smile at the feeling from the little white egg, a smile flicking her lips as she offered it a parting look at what she saw around her, just a momentary glimpse to tell the egg 'soon'. It was so wonderful, this little magician. She couldn't wait for the hatchling. Ah well. Pulling away, she pulled her hood up around her head, turning and making her way towards the Fool. The pretty gray seemed to radiate some kind of energy, enough for Isilje to grin when her hand rested on its shell. The excitement reminded her of days at home, bringing to mind memories of the colors and feelings of all the different fabrics she'd helped make back at Weavercraft Hall.
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The egg leaned in to her touch. It got a noise of shock, her gaze turned to the shell only long enough to continue feeling that smug sensation. Yes, everyone should come to this magnificent little one. Why should they not? It was with reluctance that she drew away, grinning as memories of she and Cahlusi spending time with others, flirting and playing, crossed her mind. On to the next egg, the magnificent golden Empress It seemed only right to pay it some kind of homage with the way it was situated. To this egg, she offered praise, praise of its beautiful shell, grinning a bit. Yes, this egg was good.
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The feeling from the Empress got a smile from Shiloh, her eyes closing as she brushed her fingers against the shell only once, before turning and making her way over to a different egg. Something about the Judgement egg reminded her greatly of herself, enough to draw her attentions and lead the girl's feet towards it. Once her hand was on the shell, she simply closed her eyes, letting whoever was inside see her for who she was. A girl who loved the sea and the sun, the beauty of the dolphins jumping, and the shimmer of light off a dragon's hide. Just wait. You are going to see so many wonderful things.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 8:05 am
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The gold showed very little reaction to the candidates as they filed forth to bow in regards to her. No one was singled out for more notice or attention than the rest, and her calm stillness hid the thrumming tension that was flowing through her at the sight of so many wandering hands and clumsy feet in among and between her children. Uridith shifted slightly, leaning back against the looming form of Takarath in an attempt to hold them both back from literally looking over the shoulders of each and every candidate. Only the ever-twitching tips of her tail gave away the energy the queen was holding back, the urge to usher them all from her place. their place.
Watch them all, my Takarath. Look. None of them seem worthy to me, and I wonder that we ever found our own among a group like this. We must have though, and so I am trying to trust them and—what are those ones doing? Takarath? Can you see? The gold's head lurched up a few feet in the air, neck craning to see over and past the forms of Amila and Caderyn as they knelt. Their bodies had somewhat obscured her view of the eggs, and once she saw that, yes, of course, they were only touching, she relaxed again. She looked on in statue-like silence as Rham tapped on one (though thankfully not too hard, or else!) and Faren pressed her head to one. Anyone approaching the Empress egg also caught her attention, and her gaze was ever returning to it. That one would be strong enough to stand alone, she had guessed already, but she was also the rarest and thus the most worth minding.
Lestenna gave a nod of thanks to Gr'del for his firmness with the candidates. There was a time for fun, and a time to get to work and be serious. This was a rare event where those modes overlapped, as long as he kept a guiding hand. So far so good. She nodded just slightly to each candidate as they passed, almost indifferent from the gap in their ranks. The few she had met before won what might have been the slightest hint of a smile, but otherwise were regarded the same as the rest. They were here on business, and not as friends, after all. She did note the slight shifting of V'kenti's shoulders, and how he left off nodding after a certain point, but made nothing of it outwardly. "I'm afraid that that won't change much, if he does as well the next time she flies. They're always nervous. I suppose I would be too, if I had their instincts. Come here," It was part offer, mostly order, to summon him to her. A wave of the hand ushered him in front of her slightly, and down a step or two. Without really thinking, the same hand rose to brush lightly over the base of the man's neck, thumb and fingers curling to dig in, massaging just slightly as she continued to watch the rest like a hawk.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 8:23 am
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Tower Egg
Deep within the recesses of this egg a fire is building, ready to burst forth upon all who come. Dorianus's touch would galvanize it, and a great heave of determination would thrum through it. Yes, Dorianus can be anything he wants! There is no limit to one's potential, achieve, achieve, achieve! And this egg can help with that. Nothing can stop it. Long has it awaited the approach of another. Dorianus is the first. Let him see what the Tower can do.
Empress Egg
Oh, sweet child. Do not fret. Do not fear. All shall be well. All is well-- except that a certain bad egg is taking all of its attention! Do treasure this moment, little one, for the Empress is the star of the show. No one need pay attention to its sibling.
Judgement Egg
A hint of surprise rippled through the egg at Farensil's thoughts. It had never been snuggled before by anyone but its mother. That she thought it as beautiful as its sibling brought a hint of pleasure to the egg. Yes, this egg was full of dreams. Better, bigger, brighter. Always forging onward and upward.
Empress Egg
Yes. Pay attention to it. Its sibling may be fine and wonderful, and all of that, but this egg demands the praise it deserves. While it seemed pleased at Alumet's touch, an undercurrent of unhappiness was growing within the egg. It did its best to shield Alumet from its more negative emotions, but as time wore on, the egg grew more and more upset. Clearly, the dragonet within was distressed for unknown reasons. Where was its attention? Why was its sibling stealing its star? That was unfair. Very unfair. It had waited for so very long, and now that it had the attention it deserved, another was taking it away!
Judgement Egg
It was going to be so many wonderful things! But the thought of the dolphins and sun light was wonderful to the egg. What was this splendid thing? A flicker of approval shimmered through the egg, and it listened, deep within the shell. Would she tell it more about that place?
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 8:40 am
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Ichta wished she could feel even half as important as the Empress did right then, a certain nervousness running through her as she glanced backwards and saw both of the metallic parents of the clutch looking down judgingly at the group that made their way through their eggs. Hoo boy. Oh boy. That was a thing that was happening right then. She took a deep breath to calm herself, brushing her thumb against the golden egg for a moment longer before she pulled her hand away.
It was best to not let her nervousness be felt too much by any of these dragons to be.
Briefly, Ichta wondered if The Magician, with it's close proximity to The Empress was upsetting to it somehow. It felt so confident that it was the center of attention and there was an usurper to it. Perhaps she would visit it in a moment, but there was a certain egg, on it's side and while it had some other visitors, seemed to be off on it's own. Moving through the other eggs between the Empress and The Fool, Ichta joined the others there, running her hand along it's mottled surface.
Well, there is a lot to be excited for, I think. What are you the most excited to see, little one?
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