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 Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 1:42 pm
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Chakuri - she/her
It was time again! The young woman steeled herself up, nodding sharply to herself after she had gotten ready and listened intently to what F'dral had to say. No problem! She was more than excited, but kept her cool as she strode up to Red & Gold Flowers Egg. She smiled briefly at Jhiroquel, not wanting to intrude, but also not afraid to step up and An eggshell was just that, but this one was still so pretty! "It's nice to meet you!" She whispered, letting herself stroke the colorful surface.
Samuel Carlin Don't mind her, visiting the same egg!
Hunthyex - he/him
Hunthyex made his bows towards golden Mictecath and bronze Iweth, immediately heading for one of the larger eggs.... An egg, he noted, that had yet to be touched. Well, it their mistake, and he lightly pressed his palm against the Sketchy Cupcake egg. The dragon inside would be magnificent, regardless of size or color. "You aren't getting the attention you deserve, but it's early yet," He murmured.
Oranie - she/her
Surely on one would mind if she kept close to Lusialu, would she? Though the young woman would never admit it, she had been lonely since her sister had Impressed.... and Juhvek, well. She still hadn't quite worked up the courage to ask if he would mind a visit. Though she had watched every horrible moment as Hybreoth had given him a shake, watched him fall to the ground like a doll...
She shook her head, firmly forcing those thoughts away. Hybreoth hadn't realized his own strength and had Impressed without further incident. Juhvek was still alive. Elibrie had found her dragon as well, though still struggled with her own trauma. And Oranie... was here. Down, maybe, but doing her best to keep moving forward, one step at a time. Lusialu's friendship had been a welcomed, needed thing, and it was easy to pretend she was still a responsible big sister--even if Lusialu knew more about dragons and the Weyr than she ever would. Keeping her thoughts light and cheerful, she joined her friend next at the Golden Sunbeam Egg after paying her proper respects to the clutch parents, smiling a bit shyly at Nikrys.
It truly was a vibrant egg. So many people would be lucky to meet it--if, of course, that was what it wanted.
Smerdle Egg sharing, egg sharing!
Miomellai - she/her
Anticipation thrummed through her, tight as a bow string, but Miomellai refused to let it get the best of her. This sort of thing was addicting, in a sense. The excitement of possibility threatened to swallow one up, and the disappointment was a crushing, bitter thing. But then another new clutch would come, and the excitement rushed right back in, beginning the cycle anew.
Keeping her feelings tightly under control, she stopped to stand near Dextelia, offering little more than a brief nod before touching the Butterfly Wing Egg. One day soon, this egg would hatch into a mighty dragon and char Thread from the sky. That alone was awe-inspiring, and if it was selfish to hope that she might be among those that called themselves dragonriders, so be it.
Jihiro -he/him
He was thrilled to pieces to meet the newest clutch, but he also knew that F'dral wouldn't hesitate to throw him (rightfully) out on his ear if he made a fool of himself. With a bow to Mic and her beau, he couldn't help but nudge Kahbrohm with an elbow and a grin. "See ya later!" He would want to hear all about his friend's experiences while sharing his own.
His sights were set on the Aubergine egg, and he shared a quick grin with Divisti before focusing entirely on the whoever was inside. Nice to meet you! Everyone's going to hope that they might be yours. Whoever you pick will be lucky!
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 2:08 pm
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Kahbrohm - He/Him
The hardening eggs on the sands, and their ever diligent parents, had been all the talk amongst the candidates. Some in idle interest, some in frantic gossip and daydreams about one of those eggs holding their future inside of them.
Kahbrohm had settled somewhere near the middle of it all - interested, but not getting his hopes up with purpose. He knew that when (not if) a dragon chose him, they would be perfect and it wouldn't feel as though he'd waited in vain. But there was also a part of him that wanted it to be his time, especially when his brother and his green just grew, grew, and were leaving him behind.
It made something ugly in him bubble and twist and he hated the feeling. Hated that he caused that feeling.
But he let F'dral's instructions - and a firm ribbing from Jihiro - washed those petty thoughts from his mind for the time being, even doing his best to not be annoyed he had to hear it all again. The life of a dragonrider was a certain amount of routine and he couldn't get tired of it if he wanted to live it, after all.
So, he took a deep breath to again empty his head of petty, jealous thoughts and made his way to the front of the clutch, placing his hand on the egg that seemed to be front and foremost - Purple and Grey Space Egg.
I'm sure you'll get all sorts of ginger greetings from hopeful hearts today. Sounds awfully boring for a first introduction. Sounded awfully repititious.
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Draza
As if Melka could get away without her sister in tow. She'd barely gotten to bow to Mictecath and Iweth before the former was off and Draza was quite happily along for the ride - if not taking long strides to attempt and take something like the lead off towards Pawprint Egg.
"She's right, you know - lots of lookers," it was a common topic between the twins, who seemed the type of kiss and tell and not think that an odd overshare. "I'd think they'd all come over and say hello so you can sneak a peek here soon!"
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Cetra
Cetra had not touched as many eggs as some of the candidates, but she had done her best to take each lesson to heart and averted her gaze from her greatest annoyance. A bow to the parents, and she was off into the clutch to settle in near the back - hopefully far, far from where Hunthyex would choose to be to make friends with Green Spotted Egg.
It's an exciting day for all of us! Do you know what excitement is? Have your parents told you what to expect from outside of your egg or do you get to dream it all up yourself?
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Lihyo
Lihyo was whelmed - the clutch was about exactly what they were told it was going to be, and any excitement she was truly capable of having had been finely tempered by her practical nature. There was no reason to let a touching get her up in a tizzy. Shards, even the hatching would have her holding her feelings in check until every last baby was off the sands.
But this was a time for the eggs to meet them and perhaps get an idea of who out in the big world was, without a doubt, theirs. Lihyo had belonged to a lot of people. Belonging to a dragon would be a similar experience, she figured, even if it seemed to have a degree bit more magic to it.
She'd hardly be the first one to settle in with Red and Gold Flowers Egg, but she did so with hardly any fanfare of expectation to stand out. She sort of didn't intend to do so anyways. I know I'm yet another hand amongst a sea of those coming to meet you - is meeting everybody as exciting as it was made out to be?
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Midrymear
Midrymear wasted little time with pleasantries beyond those required of him - he wanted to leave a good impression, after all - but once instructions were given and parents were greeted he was off to make introductions elsewhere.
He'd hardly be the first man to choose who to touch based solely on the size of the eggs and he settled first at Sketchy Cupcake Egg with a firm, but not rough, palm against its shell.
First meetings with so many people eager that you'll be theirs - what are your expectations of the day?
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Beelim
Beelim was capable of picking an egg to choose by himself, but there was a moment where he watched his twin heading off with confidence and not even a moment to perhaps.....ask if they would go together that briefly crushed his little heart. He knew Besilin didn't mean anything by it and he was at least responsible enough to not just trail after his brother in silence.
Instead, he only half trailed and picked an egg close enough nearby to where his brother had settled in and placed his hand purposely upon Golden Sunbeam Egg.
M'not smart enough to think of something fun and unique to say to greet you, he admitted, so I'll probably echo a lot of what you're already hearing from the others. I hope that doesn't mean my interest seems insincere.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 2:45 pm
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Relku - he/him
Touchings, for Relku, could be a bit of a...touchy matter. He tended to keep his deeper feelings rather closely-guarded, so all the sharing took a lot out of him, but he was always careful to keep his composure regardless. He just usually needed a bit of time to himself afterward. But who knew what this one had in store?
Once he'd greeted the parents appropriately, he went to the Teal and Blue Spiral Egg and gave it a brief but friendly-enough Hey.
He wasn't exactly great at starting conversations with eggs.
Nisadee - she/her
Nisadee wasn't one to get excited come Touching day, nor at any other point in the whole process. The chattering and the betting and all of the rest of it just weren't like her - not that she didn't hope to Impress a dragon, but she knew well that it would happen when (if) it happened, that she was one of many hopefuls and only a few of them would soon have their dreams come true. It was, therefore, much safer to expect nothing, which she'd learned long before she'd ever been Searched.
After bowing respectfully to the clutchparents, she moved toward the front of the clutch, paying little mind to any of her fellow Candidates beyond what was necessary. This was, after all, not a social event...well, maybe in a sense, as they were meeting the eggs, but they weren't here to socialize with each *other*. They could do that anytime. Instead, she kept her focus where it belonged, and placed her hand on the Purple and Grey Space Egg. Hello, she offered, simple but polite, but otherwise left it to the dragonet within to decide if it wanted anything more from her than that, with her mind open to it if it desired.
Uta sorry Raz she is across the clutch to start lmfao
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 3:06 pm
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ISHA (she/her)
It was....a little weird to be back at High Reaches, and to be back as a candidate of all things. Having been born at the Weyr, Isha knew this was always her right should she have chosen it - to turn fourteen and join the others out here on the sands - but the fact she went away to do a Craft sort of changed that path. Now that she'd returned, a crafter searched candidate rather than a weyrbrat candidate, it was a little different yet all the same. She'd ended up here regardless of how the path went, and that was okay. Isha never hated the idea of becoming a rider, in fact her father (whomever that was) was one, and she was sure she had other family out there as riders too.
Basically speaking, if you were born at High Reaches, being a rider was something you thought of one way or another, so why not think of it fondly or at least without fear and loathing? Plus it wasn't like she became a crafter to escape being a rider anyway; Isha just really liked writing and drafting.
Anyway, she'd come home and was now being ushered out onto the Sands, where all the lessons they'd been drilling in would come into play. A bow to the queen and rider, to the sire and his rider, and nothing but good thoughts inside and out. Which worked out for Isha, really.
Her steps carried her over towards one of the eggs at the edges of the clutch, and she placed a hand on the Pansexual Flag egg. A few soft strokes followed, and then the greeting that was supposed to follow along. I never thought I'd be home again, becoming a candidate and then possibly a rider. Life really comes at you in different ways, don't you think? Still, glad to meet you. You're my first step on this new path, so thanks.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 4:58 pm
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Aubergine Egg
The infant inside of the egg presses a firm, but gentle, touch back to Divisti, as if mimicking her gesture to in turn peer into her. I will do what I must. Nobody else is meant to. It informs her, not reproachfully, but with a clear goal in mind.
Jihiro is given a similar firm mental touch from the infant inside of Aubergine egg, lingering briefly on the young man's sentiment. Choice and purpose is not determined by luck - and I will expect they know the same.
Teal and Green Spiral
Should Whren stay or go? Did he not want to be there even though he'd barely gotten there? Did he not want to argue a case to get to linger and make friends? If an egg could huff, Teal and Green Spiral egg does just that before the young man gets the impression of a little head nudging his chin up. Go in fearlessly, darling, there's no better way to live!
Well if Relku didn't know how to start a conversation, Teal and Green Spiral Egg sure knew how! It seemed to bump back against the young man's hand with a bright Hellloooooo, darling! Aren't we starting to become an appropriately sized party? A few more people and I dare say we could plan some real fun!
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 5:02 pm
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Worried Bear
Worried Bear flinched at first, as though Zelaya's gentle touch were a slap. A moment of silence and stillness followed, the occupant considering the candidate with caution and wariness, before unfurling within their mind. The intrusion was swift, the examination intense and thorough. There was hardship there, lurking in Zelaya's past, true, but their gentleness was so persistent... Worried Bear nudged them compionably, before withdrawing and hovering awkwardly to one side. There were better eggs to investigate than this one, surely...
Mama Mictecath
The candidates' arrival caused pricklings of concern- she worried the children would not get along. Her tail found Iweth's, twining about his for reassurance. All these expectations placed upon her children, all these unspoken fears... She tried to send a wave of comfort across the grounds, reaching out to her children and the hopeful youths amongst them.
Some minds stood out to her a little more. She listened to Whren for a moment, charmed by the lyrical quality of his words, before sending him a mental nudge to give him a little confidence. My children will surprise you, just you wait and see.
Lusialu, whom she remembered from her earliest day hatched and ready to protect her family, received the equivalent of a mental hug. Mictecath wrapped up her mind in a tender embrace. Today, your future may change forever. No matter what, your friends will always be waiting to smile with you, to comfort you... She trailed off, pulling away from the girl's mind. It hurt to think of Uncles Eskharath and Aviforth not being here, but they were always close in her hearts.
Uta Mic remembers you, don't you worry. <3
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 5:54 pm
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Purple & Grey Space Egg
There’s a quiet stillness to this egg, but make no mistake, it’s well aware of Rayarner. The silence may be awkward, as if the inhabitant within is looking over the boy carefully. Just when it seems like he may receive no reply at all, the egg grows quietly warm underneath his hand. Hello. It did quite well, thank you. And how was Rayarner? A faint sense of approval comes from within.
There was no reaction from the egg as Kahbrohm pressed his hand to it, a silence that may have lasted far too long for comfort. Did Kahbrohm have something more interesting in mind? The question comes suddenly, and the egg seems to lean in as though curious.
Nisadee would receive no reply at first, though she would receive the faint impression that she was being studied. The egg seems more tentative as it answers her. Hello. Nisadee expects nothing, and yet, she’s still here. Why? Did she expect that things might be different this time?
Chocolate Chip Cookie Egg
Oh, might it? The egg leans into Heleste’s touch. That’s true, but it’s in no rush. Surely it will attract attention, being as impressive as it is. Heleste had the good sense to come visit it, didn’t she? In fact, she could stay and talk to it even more.
Eliaza’s company is just as welcomed, and the egg seems to try and draw her closer. It is, isn’t it? She did choose to visit this egg first, it assures her. It’s magnificent, and if Eliaza was smart enough to realize that, then surely she could appreciate this egg’s glory.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 6:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 7:33 pm
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Zelaya - they/them/she/her
They went still when the Worried Bear egg flinched, settling to silence and ready to step away if needed. The eggs could be so sensitive, and the last thing they wanted to do was upset anyone. When the infant began rapidly rifling through their thoughts, they did not resist, did not even comment on it. It had happened before, and this was what the baby needed. A beat passed when they were done... and then Zelaya gave the egg another pat, as reassuring as they could be. Every one of you is just as important, and good. Do not fret.
Still, there were others to meet. With a last fond nudge to Worried Bear, Zelaya moved on. Where next? The smaller eggs generally appealed to them—even though it wasn't always the case that small eggs held smaller colors, they did suspect that, if and when they impressed, it would be to a green. In the end, they were looking forward to meeting whatever dragon might see them fit for impressing. Maybe it will be you, they thought as they reached out to touch Aubergine's side. Hello there, they offered simply, ready and waiting to meet and be met by whomever was curled within.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 7:47 pm
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Butterfly Wing Egg
The egg would lean against both Dextelia's touch, sending a wave of delight over the dark haired girl. Whoever was in this egg was eager for the Touching, and expected the Candidates to be equally pleased. It was a great honor, after all. Hello to you! A fine day for a Touching, no, and how good of you to meet it first! What a fine way to start the Touching, no? The egg would wrap Dextelia up in nothing but pleasure and good cheer.
Another girl would approach, and Butterfly Wing Egg would be quick to include Miomellai into the wave of positivity. It was a high honor, really, whether the Candidates knew it or not--but this egg was in good spirits. Perhaps, too good. Welcome, darling, welcome. How good of you to drop by. Pish-posh, those there is nothing wrong with being a bit selfish, dearie! I would hate to meet someone who cared little whether they Impressed or one who had no passion, dreams, or desires. I can't promise one of my eggmates will choose you, but hold fast to that dream, if you can. No matter the disappointment that might follow, there would always be another day. Pern needed people who wanted to fight, for the cost was great indeed. Even as an egg, the little being inside knew of Thread and the clear and present danger it wrought.
Sketchy Cupcake Egg
YES! Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! It was showtime, baby, and both Hunthyex and Midrymear would be practically bowled over by the absolute eagerness of this egg. It was READY and had been waiting to get its due! In fact, the egg would absolutely tremble beneath the two, so eager was the being inside.
You'd better believe it that it would be magnificent! How kind of Hunthyex to notice, and how good of him to see its lack of adoring crowds. The egg would give a little jerk and wriggle beneath his hand. Well, there was no accounting for taste, but at least Hunthyex was here. So, rumor has it there's a bunch of cute boys out there. Is it true? Are you one of them? What about this other fellow, Midrymear? Cute? Not cute? Now that it had attention, it wanted the scoop on what was going on and just let Hunthyex DARE to remove his hand!
As for Midrymear the egg would be absolutely ecstatic to have another fan. Its expectations? Well, honestly, any one would be so honored to have me as Theirs! But really, I expected a bit more fanfar, a bit more razzmatazz. Where are the crowds of adoring Candidates? Perhaps you'd better wrangle a few more up for me? The egg would send its aching, loneliness over Midrymear, hoping the other would give in to its demand.
Pink & Purple Zig Zag
There wouldn't be much of a response to start, but Besilin would feel warmth and contenment surround him. His worries and cares would seemingly fall away, including not knowing what to say to an egg. Hello there..Did you really come all this way to meet...me?? The egg would be surprised, initiaully, before it would become quite chuffed by the idea. Someone was here, touching it... I don't know what one's supposed to say to a Candidate, really. But that's okay. You can dig your toes in the sand, and stay as long as you'd like. And maybe, just maybe, Besilin would stay the whole time. Now that the Candidate was here, it really didn't want him to go.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 7:50 pm
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Red and Gold Flowers Egg
An honor to meet you as well, good fellow! Greetings are indeed very important, aren't they? First impressions and all that! Jhiroquel had made a good one with his introduction, certainly, and after it took a look at him - more of a polite skim than a deep-dive, really, there was no need to be entrusive - the egg would bid him well with a tip of its nonexistent hat...or the mental equivalent of something like it, anyway. Keep minding your manners so and you might well go far, young man!
Now now, what have we here? Such a fine young lady! Nice to meet you, too, dearest. Chakuri, too, would be politely looked over, though this time its gaze lingered a bit longer, and it paused for thought as it digested what it had seen. Something about her apparently held the egg's interest, but whatever it was, it did not deign to say. It did seem to consider it, but...no, that simply wouldn't be proper, as they were yet strangers. It is quite glad she's here, though, safe and sound.
And another lovely lady! And from the same place as Chakuri, too! Capital! Just capital! The egg wobbled just a tad under Lihyo's touch, attempting to sit a bit straighter in its wallow. Such a pleasure to meet you, dear! Everything is quite exciting, yes, just a thrill of the best kind to be at such a soiree. But really, darling, if you want to stand out, you ought to! There's nothing wrong with that at all.
Green Spotted Egg
Eager was good! Eager was great! Handsy was delightful. Yeliya's was met with a sort of mental chortle from the being within the bright egg - yes, this was all quite a delight, and the young woman would have the impression of being sized up by an appraising gaze before it let her go. Go on, then, keep on with being handsy! It would be interested to see the results she got from its siblings.
How you doin', stranger? the egg redirected Razanel's question back to the Candidate, heartily amused by it. But oh, what was this? Just as it was on the cusp of coming up with something clever to say as to why it needed such a big shell, it was distracted by the pretty blonde thing lingering on the edges of his thoughts. It dove shamelessly in in pursuit of details, chortling to itself again. Ohhh, oooh, yes, delicious, thank you very much. And there were some other very nice things in here, too! The Green Spotted Egg approves.
Cetra's approach gave it pause, and she would receive a feeling that was something like it was tilting her head as it tried to decide what to think of her questions. They were a little...well, belittling. Why wouldn't it know what excitement was?; more importantly, why would it need its sire and dam to tell it anything? They told it lots of things, in point of fact, but that didn't mean it listened or cared. It didn't need them! Not for anything!
Hmph.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 8:12 pm
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Rosania
The bubbly hug pressed against Rosie's mind, whose eyes widened in surprise. What a pleasant and cheerful dragon! How beautiful a soul lay within that shell! "I think you're right. The Weyr is home. I'd eagerly share it with you, sweet one." What to call a dragon who wasn't yet born? Every common appellation seemed cold and impersonal, but sweet one? That was almost too friendly, too flirty!
"Thank you so much for your time. I really hope this goes well for you, and that you hatch healthy and happy." She curtsied slightly, rubbing the green vine shell one last time. She wished she could bottle the warm bubbliness that filled her: this egg had such precious energy.
She made her way towards Butterfly Wing Egg, an effervescent smile plastered across her face. She traced the shape of the wing, her cheeks rosy as she admired. "It's so good to meet you. Your shell is so ornate." She complimented, fighting the urge to fidget. "I'm Rosania, but my folks call me Rosa, or Rosie." She wondered what was the cause for such beautiful shells- did they reflect the dragons within, or was it somewhat more chancy or random than that?
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 9:30 pm
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White Tiger Egg
Tex may be waiting for a moment or two as the dragonet within seemed to compose itself, shifting inside the confines of its egg and setting the whole affair to rocking just enough to be noticeable; the mental contact she receives when the egg reaches out is something delicate, a light touch as her mind was gently sifted through. Runners, is it--? Interesting. She'd feel no negativity to go along with the appraisal, instead receiving only genuine interest as the dragonet's presence meandered through her memories for a brief moment. It's almost captivated by her recollections of light and sound, going perhaps a little more deeply into her mind than it had initially intended; the White Tiger Egg seems to remember its sense of decorum a beat later, pulling back enough to give her a respectable amount of mental space.
It's...certainly a big day, isn't it? For all of them. It hopes its siblings are just as excited to meet Texiar as she is to see them, especially given how pleasant her thoughts had been.
Gold Sunbeam Egg
From the moment Nikrys placed her hand on this egg's shell, it came alive. It jerked and kicked under her touch, as if scrambling to find the best spot to press up against in response by means of greeting. It was fitting its shell, at least--the first brush of mental contact was nothing short of sunny, overjoyed and ecstatic at this visitor from the outside. It hoped there were more of them out there, because it was already having an excellent time with this one already! She was so sure of herself, and it idly wondered how many times she'd done something like this; if so, her experience was coming in quite handy.
Speaking of Nikrys, though, the egg gave a little jolt as it redirected its thoughts back to where they needed to be. She doesn't have to worry--the Gold Sunbeam Egg was very comfortable where Mama had put it! Mictecath picked such a good spot, wouldn't she agree?
As Lusialu reached out, the Gold Sunbeam Egg pivots again, tipping in her direction with a little difficulty to help close the distance between them. More people! Good, good, better than good--Lusialu would be met with a wall of love and joy, as well as an overwhelmingly welcoming feeling. Why was she feeling so--sad? Did she need anything? Had someone said something unpleasant to her already, or was there another reason to blame; hopefully, it was something this egg could help with. It certainly wanted to try, if she needed the hand! She shouldn't be weighed down by such sad thoughts on a day like this, it reasoned.
(And if it made her feel better--it wanted her to know that it thought she was wonderful, too. She was one of the first people it had ever spoken to, and that was special!)
Oranie's most recent line of thought put a sudden stop to the Gold Sunbeam Egg's twisting and turning, a shadow of past events that the hatchling within hadn't even existed to witness falling over it as it browsed her mind. The feelings were still there even if she'd shifted gears to a better topic, and it hadn't anticipated those emotions buried under the layers of cheerfulness she'd put forth. It went still abruptly, its mental presence momentarily retreating as it readied itself to try again.
When the egg reaches out a second time, it's...quiet. Sad, even, a soft sort of bone-deep ache that it wondered if Oranie felt every time her mind wandered back to that. She carried such hurt in her heart(s?? Did people have--more than one of those?), The hatchling carefully finds her hand on the outside of its egg, pressing its nose to her palm for a moment--it was here, Oranie. Lean on it if you wished, because it wanted nothing more than to take that pain away.
Beelim would find the Gold Sunbeam Egg's enthusiasm just a little dampened, softened to the point of being almost forlorn. He would be met with the same feelings of love regardless, as the egg was truly happy to be receiving this much attention, but his thoughts gave it another reason to pause all the same. The sense of abandonment Beelim was wearing so heavily made its tiny hearts keen in sympathy, no matter how unintentional the incident had been from the start; when he reached out and doubted himself right out the gate, it bit back with its own emotions.
What Beelim is met with is--intense, to say the least, perhaps even forceful. It's all the love from before condensed into something far less malleable, an edge of certainty to it to remove any argument from the situation. This young man was plenty smart, and it wouldn't have him saying such negative things about himself where it could hear them! Or--or at all, for that matter! This was going to be a good day for all of them, and he didn't have to worry about being funny or anything else--all he had to be was himself, and that would be enough.
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