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 Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 12:10 am
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This shouldn't have been a struggle, not when a damned dragon was already on the sands, but Oerlen found himself stalling once again, this time over his sandals. They had to be perfect. He had to be perfect or else he would think back on this day with nothing but disappointment. It felt like ages before he deemed himself ready, but in truth only a handful of minutes had passed by the time he joined the line, neither first nor last once again.
His nerves burned away at the sight of the hatchling. After all, what did Oer truly have to do tonight but stand here and wait to dodge claws? The baby bronze held all of his attention as he found a spot next to the familiar Kambri, the young man's smile only faltering slightly when he noticed the gold beyond, her scales dry and the food around her untouched. Talela hadn't recovered. He sincerely hoped that these hatchlings' first memories wouldn't be awful ones.
Even the queen's diminished state couldn't hold him for long, however, not when... were those remnants in the sand from that gloriously fiery egg with the penchant for secrets? Of course he would be the one to hatch first. Oer laughed under his breath, just once, waiting to see how the dragon would start his life.
~Kiana_Nala~ don't mind oer just standing next to kambri helo
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 12:53 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 1:59 am
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A D A R - HR candidate
Though her brain was still half running on High Reaches time and drowsiness vaguely clawed at her awareness, Adar had made plans to have dinner with her elder brother. Fortunately for her she had been in the process of washing her face, neck, arms, to clean up a bit for dinner, to wash some of the sweat off of her anyway, when the tell tale humming began and the urging to hurry went up. Not only was it time, but there apparently was already a dragonet on the Sands!! Dinner would wait! She quickly wrapped up her scrubbing and tugged on her candidate robe and sandals. Following A’ral out to the Sands, she had spotted her brother waiting a ways off from the barracks, his gaze more skyward as more dragons took up the call. “Harol, come watch! Grab a good seat! Need to be quick.” Hurrying along, she slowed as she entered, tall enough to see over a good few heads, she caught a glimpse of the young bronze that was cantering about on the Sands. What a ham, she thought amused. Finding a what she figured to be a decent spot, Adar craned her head around to make eye contact with her brother, to verify where he was sitting. Okay, he was there. Good! Since she didn’t have to worry about impressing the young bronze showman, she looked to the Queen, a furrowed settling on her brow, her dragonhealer training forming a little concerned knot in her gut. The poor mama looked so very rough. Her rider would pull through, surely. Sometimes it got worse before it got better but she had to, right? Best care, love of the Weyr behind her. Adar sighed and refocused on watching the bronze, in case she needed to make a hasty move should he head her way.
H A R O L - Harper/Standidate (stands candidate)
Adar had gotten a pretty decent grasp of Western’s layout in her time visiting, but it hadn’t changed Harol’s mind in wanting to walk her to dinner, to catch up and just spend time with his little sister. He had taken to waiting in a pretty open area where he figured either he could see her or she might spot him. As was his habit, he arrived a bit early so had been just absently cleaning his glasses and running through upcoming lessons he had planned. He has noticed the initial humming, but a break in his thoughts drew his gaze skyward as the sound he was hearing sank in. Oh, the eggs must be stirring. It was right after he had thought this when he hear his sister’s call. He spun around to spot her, already in her standing candidate white, heading towards the Sands, everyone looking quite urgent. Maybe an eager hatchling not wanting to wait? Adar had mentioned how the clutch seemed really...emotive? Active? Made sense that it still held true. Well, he had to find a good seat! His sister may find her bondmate by day’s end, or one of the weyrbrats or creche kids he had helped teach! Regardless, he wanted a seat with a view, so he fell in quickly behind and made his way into the stands. Gracious! A new bronze was already out and about when he settled into his seat. He spotted his sister looking around for him and helped her spot him with a wave. Having been spotted, she had turned back to watch the prancing bronze. Perhaps it would be lucky, as the superstitions say.
Quote: Haizea to follow when it isn’t 4 AM and I have to get up in 4 hours. Feel free to interact with my folk, just quote me! And if ya want to plot/discuss in private, feel free to DM me on Discord! :3
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 2:24 am
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Roana
The tall red headed girl from Rivercrest was busy washing up for dinner. Using one of the small chipped basin's placed in the candidate brackets for just such a purpose. The rest of the small buildings occupants buzzed around her making similar preparations and Roana felt comforted by it. It reminded her of being on board ship, the general air of constant organized chaos and the press of bodies in limited space was something others might have found stressful ut relaxed the girl. So when the sudden shout ran through the candidate brackets she was primed for large jump of surprise. She even yelped making a desperate grab at the basin since her sudden movement had almost tipped it over. he still managed to splash a decent amount of water over her clothes.
Muttering a string of bright and colourful curses Roana ran towards the living area of the brackets here their white hatching robes were stored. As she moved an elegant golden head rose from her cot to chirp at her. "No, Nyeh, stay!" she commanded both aloud and through their mental link. The gold flit chirped in protest at being banned from the excitement and promptly ignored the order to fly over her head. Roana groaned and waved the flitt away with one hand while she grabbed a robe with other. She pulled off her shirt uncaring of the exposure and pulled on robe over her trousers, hopefully the loose fabric would hide them well enough. Tossing her shirt in the hopeful vague direction of her bed she rushed out of the building with the rest and surged towards the hatching sands. She was forced to stop when she noticed Nyeh still following zipping back and forth over heads, caught up in all the excitement and constantly squeaking and chirping to let everyone know she was part of it. Roana was forced to stop, turn and gather all her mental command. Forcing the Flitt to stay put. Nyeh stopped, hovering in mid-air, then she gave a distressed little warble and vanished between. Roana flinched, she would have to make it up to the gold creature later. She'd probably find her curled up in Nicara's weyr.
Sighing she turned and continued towards the hatching sands. As she stepped onto the sands she almost yelped the golden bed itself was so hot. Sandles weren't much protection. Forcing herself to grin and bare it she made her way into the cavern the rest of the way with an odd dancing step. However she soon forgot all discomfort as her eyes locked on the beautiful bronze parading the sands. If she remembered her lore right a bronze at the start of a hatching signaled good luck, even if she had no chance with the creature thanks to her gender, she felt her heart skip a beat as the reality the hatching and what it meant shook her to her core.
She had always maintained she was not fit to be a dragon rider, had her own doubts, but right in that moment, she had hope.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 2:35 am
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A handsome one, that bronze, and didn't he know it? Small wonder he'd been first to hatch, if he enjoyed attention so much (not that Rio could blame him). Fortunately, he didn't seem too put out that there'd been no one here to see him as soon as he broke shell. Must have been a sight to see! Rio quirked up one corner of his lips as he imagined the expression that the hatchling must have made. But the smile faded as his eyes tracked back to Vimiath, and his heart ached at the stark contrast between mother and son, though the dragonet seemed not to care.
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All eyes were on the bronze as he strutted the Sands, Dezerac's included. What man on Pern - let alone trained at High Reaches - had never imagined himself on one of the large, shining dragons who were born to power? But this was Western, and the color of the hatchling's hide meant nothing. He and His would rise or fall according to their own merits, whatever they were. Was that why, in the egg, the dragonet had been so eager to know what he could offer it, or did it just want to be worshipped?
If he'd accepted its attempt to exert a hold over him, would it be more inclined to look to him now? He couldn't help but wonder, but he would never regret the choice he'd made to break away, no matter what happened. He bent to no one, human or dragon; if he ever did bond to a dragon, they would be partners, not just a means to an end.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 3:35 am
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Lissa
For the briefest of moments, Lissa stood, hands full of dishes, staring dumbly as all the Candidates were ordered to go clean up and dress as quickly as possible. The eggs couldn't be hatching now. Then, her brain kicked itself into action and she carefully set the dishes down and bolted for her room. Hatching eggs with one little dragon already on the sands! It was terribly exciting and certainly interesting.
Still, as the white-blonde washed and dressed, she couldn't help but feel resigned. Another Hatching to get through. Another step closer to the Weyrfolk realizing that she didn't really belong here. And another moment closer to getting back to the dolphins. One could be sure of how dolphins would react to things.
As she ran from the room, half-hopping on one foot as she gott he other sandal on, Lissa dashed for the Grounds, skidding to a stop as she actually got onto the sands and saw a little bronze strutting. Stifling a smile, she brushed her hair from her face with her hands and moved a bit more sedately to her place.
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Esfir
Hurrying to obey, Esfir ran to bathe and change into robe and sandals. It was all terribly exciting and as she rushed to get ready, she only hoped that the newly hatched dragon wouldn't hurt itself before everyone got there. And that none of the babies would be as upset as they all seemed to be during the Touching!
Shrugging into her robe, even as she twisted her wet hair into a knot at the back of her head, Esfir wondered who of all the people she'd seen would Impress.
Sandals on and robe settled, the girl hurried to the Grounds and onto the sands. She couldn't help the smile and chuckle that snuck out under her veneer of serenity. Look at that little bronze! What a darling! She hoped he'd find his person soon.
Then, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Esfir clasped her hands together in front of her and tried to calm herself. But oh, it was difficult. This was all so very exciting!
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 3:41 am
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Isilje
The knowledge that there was already a hatchling on the sands hit her like a brick. Isilje was quick to wash up, braiding her white hair back over her shoulder, pulling on her robes, hooded scarf, and goggles, before smiling at herself in the mirror. A Hatching! It was truly a hatching! She could clearly remember her last one, and this one? This one was terribly exciting. It took little time at all for the tiny girl to finish dressing before she ran in to the sands with the other candidates. Time to pretend to be calm. Oh! When she saw Demon settled on the Sands, she had to smile . What a beautiful Bronze child....
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Wren
The confidence that the boy oozed was infectious. When he got the notice, he was up on his feet and swaggering in, with little concern for the urgency. No, he'd be fine. His robes were draped around his elegant body, long hair about his shoulders, jewels settled on neck and in one ear. Time to go see the little ones, and let them see him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 4:13 am
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She was all nerves as she readied herself to go to the Hatching Grounds, her flits abuzz around her head, entirely too antsy for their comfort. She reached up and the two green flits landed in her hands. Pulling them close, she stroked them each momentarily, soothing their mood. It was her fault, she knew. Kieza set them down on her bed and gave them a stern look. "Stay. Don't follow me to the sands, okay? I don't want a hatchling to mistake you for an easy snack, yes?" Kieza said. Two baleful cheeps were her answer and she smiled, sitting to work on tying the sandals to her feet, her fingers shaking. She had to hurry or she would be the last of the High Reaches Candidates to get there, she was certain! And then what? It'd look terrible. Finally, she stood, gave a silent goodbye to the two flits, and raced after the throng of other white-robed Candidates, milling their way to the Hatching Grounds.
Kieza half-stumbled as she rushed to add herself to the group of Candidates already on the sands. Her whole body was still sore from Vimiath’s flailing that as she took her place next Esfir, wincing as she clutched her side, the cracked rib still healing, still aching, but she tried not to show it as she stared out at the sands. Staring at the hatchling, Kieza felt her aches seem far away as she watched its swagger. This was what the girl had always wanted to see, and here she was... actually a part of the Hatching. It was an understatement to say she was excited!
Her hands fell to grip her robes as she watched, her breathing starting to slow as she brought herself down to a calmer setting, and it showed in her demeanor, her head held a little higher and the tense energy seeming to finally be controlled. Though her green eyes were wide and shining with the energy. This was a Hatching!
DaisyMilk For mentions! You can converse with Kieza should you choose to!
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 4:43 am
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Joshala (W)
It wasn’t her first hatch, but certainly it was the most abrupt. Along with the other Candidates, Joshala dressed in her robes and hurried out to the sands. She couldn’t help but gasp at what awaited them there. She knew Vimiath’s rider was unwell, but the visible manifestation of the illness in the queen was alarming. A dragonet was already out of its shell, too. A bronze, by the looks of it. She watched his proud movements with a half-smile. She’d be irritated if he were an adult, but an infant… She just smiled.
Farinalgo (HR)
The slender blond and his brother A’myl were in the middle of an entertaining after-supper ditty for their fellows – right at the good part, too! – when a shouted order was relayed through the commons. They both instantly ceased their singing, though Farinalgo could see the tightness in his brother’s face at having to leave the recital unfinished. The order was repeated by someone closer to them, and this time they heard properly. The Hatching at Western had begun!
In a blur, Farin got changed into his robes and met A’myl outside, where they mounted white Viyanakerth and popped between. Then, to the sands! He filed in with the other High Reaches candidates, awed by the sight of the massive gold, sprawled in the sand like every bone in her body had turned to mush. He wasn’t certain of the cause, but he had a guess, and hoped her rider was all right. Ay’ril and bronze Yffengeth had already made their candidate delivery, and the auburn-haired man was hovering at the entrance as Farin passed through, all but pacing with concern over the gold. He was a dragonhealer as well as a Wingsecond, but most certainly by now the Western healers had already done everything that could be done for her.
A wordless exclamation of joy erupted from Farin when he saw the bronze hatchling, so alive and active already. What a beautiful creature! His dark eyes scanned the sand for shells, and he spotted the firey-colored shards. Oh, he’d enjoyed his time with that egg. That was the one who actually had a pleasant conversation with him. A bronze? Yes, he thought the little beast’s hide well-suited the personality he’d touched through the red and yellow eggshell.
Silviu (HR)
“Let’s be off, my spindly sibling!” Lucayr practically sang to the boy. Silviu had struggled to hurry when the call went up that Western’s dragon eggs were hatching, and now he was racing toward his brother’s brown dragon, still fighting with the white robes that were tangled around his upper body. Somehow, his arms had gotten twisted up in it so that one was crushed against his back, and the other sticking up through the garment’s neck hole as he stared up at his elder brother with pleading in his eyes. Lucayr obligingly reached down from Tikth’s shoulder and whipped the robe right off of Silviu with the grace and flourish of an illusionist pulling a tablecloth out from under a dinner setting without disturbing a single solitary piece of silverware.
By the time he entered the blazing hot hatching grounds, Silviu was properly dressed, but close to panic. He’d been rushed, bumped and jostled, between’d, herded along with dozens of people in close quarters, and now the queen was… was she… dead? Oh, no, she was alive. He’d never seen a dragon in such a sad state before. He sighed with relief.
When his eyes fell on the bronze infant, parading with such confidence and ability, he stood straight up, suddenly mesmerized. He had never seen a newborn hatchling before, and felt something deep within him, a wanting like he’d never experienced. He wanted it – to Impress, more than anything he’d ever wanted before. The beginnings of hope welled up. It could happen today… just maybe!
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 5:24 am
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Dharzol had been so busy focusing on his own resignment from the whole Hatching process that he'd barely noticed when Rasthell approached. Dharzol's face broke into a smile, a soft glow for his lover. "I bet they'll love you more," he said, and he felt as though he meant it sincerely. They both deserved to Impress, after all these Turns of waiting and watching. And no matter what, he knew they would support each other. This was what mattered, he told himself. If he didn't Impress today, this is what would always pull him through. He was grateful for Rasthell, for his endless love. Maybe... maybe he'd finally call it off with the others. Maybe he could try, just once, to stay faithful to only one person.
That reminded him... looking at the bronze currently slithering around, Dharzol felt a pang of nerves. His hand itched to take Rasthell's, but he didn't dare, in case there was some universal force that had it out against him, that would threaten to take everything he loved away in he heat of a Hatching again. So many of the hatchlings inside the eggs already knew about his affairs, so how could he possibly pretend? He shifted nearer to Rasthell anyway, taking a shaking breath.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:14 am
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Alya
The events of the Touching had rattled her something fierce, forcing the girl to very much reevaluate what, exactly, she had signed up for. Someone had nearly died due to rash behavior, and she had no intention of going the same route! Alya gave a start when A'ral commanded that they get ready, and she hastily threw on her white robe and scurried off with the rest of the Candidates.
Oh! A bronze! Already?! She quickly picked her way across the sands to stand by Rio, torn between delight at hatchling's proud display or dismay at Vimiath's poor condition. Poor, poor mother... She prayed that her rider would recover soon....
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Iathe
No matter how many times she stood upon the burning sands, she didn't think she'd ever grow used to the excitement and anxiety that twisted in her chest. Was her lifemate here, hiding among the eggs? Or would she leave dejected and disappointed once more? Iathe couldn't recall ever standing at night, per say, and certainly not in a strange Weyr. Perhaps that was what would make the difference. Her eyes were fixed upon the bronze as he paraded about, resisting the urge to snort. Well, he had every reason to be a show-off! But what of Vimiath... of Talela? Her lips thinned at the sight of the huge gold, her hide dulled and dirtied as though to reflect her sorrow. Talela was not a young woman... but surely--surely she would pull through?
Knowing it was a slim hope, the girl clung to it fiercely.
Iathe hadn't realized that she'd positioned herself next to the redhead whom she'd had fiery words with until she glanced to her side, sizing Roana up without a word. She'd disapproved of the other scolding an obviously distressed egg... but, she thought grimly, she'd allowed herself to be caught up in the egg's fury and had lashed out like a fool. Mistakes on both ends, then. At least Roana had a spine.
Still silent, she offered a hand out to the girl, offering a truce--and, of course, someone to weather out the Hatching with. Would joy be in their futures, or bitter disappointment? Only time would tell.
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Nikohal (On the stands)
"Trust dragons to always make things interesting!" The big man boomed as he took a seat, chortling to himself as he leaned forward to better get a look at the sands. "Why, if it gets much darker, we won't see a sharding thing down there! Ach, but what's the matter with that Queen, eh? She looks a fright!" He clucked pityingly, shaking his head.
There they were, the little mites, all looking different shades of frightened, thrilled, and apprehensive as they stood and gazed at the eggs with awe. Oh, not just the eggs, but a bronze! "Well look at that!" He exclaimed, slapping his knee with a roar of laughter. "That's good luck, there!" Yes, one could never be too lucky, and this group would need it!
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:18 am
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Danzik and Eosphoth
When Vimiath's humming began, the green on her ledge suddenly perked up, a rolling tune beginning in her own throat that roused the Wingsecond from what work she had already enthralled herself into. Mother says it is time now. A child is already born, a bronze.
While 'it is time' was enough to have inspired quickness in any, the information that a child had already hatched had made usually dutiful Danzik drop everything she was doing and jump to her feet, joining her bonded before the two made their way to find a perch at the Hatching Sands. The green chose a very specific ledge, curling her tail around the space next to her, as if protecting it for a specific cause as Danzik unseated herself and moved to look down into the sands at the entering candidates.
-_Wish of Tevarae_- Eosphoth is saving Iriseth a spot by her.
Lennik
Lennik had wasted no time on gestures that were more practiced than some others were - redressing into white robes that were practically nothing else but sewn together sheets and a pair of sandals, and then making his way out onto the sands. As the hustle of candidates entered, like many his eyes were drawn to the hatchling already on the sands. Bronze. He was beautiful, but would the late arrival of options mean anything to this dragon?
He pondered it briefly before his attention rested on Akaris and A'ral. There was a moment's hesitation before the young man approached both candidate and master, squaring up his shoulders. "If you feel brave enough for it, I'd be happy to have you stand by me. We don't have to go close, but..." he lost the words he was looking for as they awkwardly spilled from his mouth.
Oh boy.
Martirae
A child was already on the sands.
Of course this hatching was going to go as smoothly as the touching had. Martirae had left that white robe hanging dutifully nearby ever since. Just in case, after all. Still, she changed with little issue and made her way out to the sands. There were several already assembled and that didn't bother Marty a bit. Certainly, being timely and first there made impressions where it mattered, but she never wanted to trick herself into being too eager to be out on the sands.
Just in case.
She didn't ogle the bronze who was already on the sands. A bronze wasn't for her and the only reason it would come her way would be to test if she was still good at stepping aside. Instead, she planted herself firmly in the familiar Hatching Grounds and turned her attention over to the other, unhatched, eggs where potential still lay. If she had hopes for any of those, she'd leave what thought it was to herself.
E'mel of Blue Brieteth [HIGH REACHES FERRY]
"You ready to go, buddy?" E'mel asked, secure in the riding straps around the blue's neck. Brieteth looked back at his rider, the anxiety clear to the young man. He'd given his blue a very important responsibility, after all, and perhaps he wasn't entirely certain of his ability to do it. "Hey, we've had passengers before. You're fine." he assured, patting his best boy's neck, then looking back to his handful of ride-alongs - a few staff members, and a couple of candidates. "Hold on!"
Being small, Brieteth was fully able to take off from the ground, and in a few minutes he was whirling up in the sky above High Reaches. "And get ready again -" he warned before the snapping cold of between came over the group. While it was only long enough to cough three times, it was always a jarring experience for those unused to it. But popping out over Western Weyr - already bustling with activity - was no difficult task. Finding a spot to land was harder, but once the blue was settled, E'mel helped every passenger down and sent them on their way. Some to help the kitchens, some to join the sands.
And Brieteth....
Where do I go now? he kreeled softly and E'mel pulled the blue's face into his own to kiss the end of his short snout. "Your mother is supposedly coming. Maybe go find her a perch you can share?" he suggested and the blue shifted nervously before he again took to the air to move himself. As E'mel had suggested, he found at least a wide perch above the sands (he wondered briefly if it was too big) before he reached out.
Mother, I...I am saving a spot for you. I'll try to make sure nobody steals it before you get here!
Shalaera
Shalaera found a safe spot up in the stands with her stack of notes. Though upon seeing the bronze already on the sands she laughed and began to cross off bets both made by others AND herself. Well wasn't this exciting?
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 7:06 am
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Unlike the eggs, Rasthell had no reason to doubt Dharzol's loyalty. As far as he could tell, the two of them could take on anything as long as they had each other. And the red-haired man couldn't help but ache in hopes that maybe, just maybe, his love would find someone. He didn't dare think about himself, as badly as a part of him wanted to -- it was easier believing in Dharzol instead.
"Maybe they'll just fall in love with us both, eh?" He mused, stepping a little closer to the other. Where Dharzol feared to take his hand, Rasthell did not. The easy-going Candidate reached out to ensnare the others hand, like a lifeline. He gave it an affectionate and encouraging squeeze, before letting himself peer between the Candidates. The bronze seemed to be eyeing the group up. Who was his partner? And when might the other eggs start moving?
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"A bronze is indeed good luck," he confirmed, standing tall despite the emotions bubbling up within him. "I suspect this lot to be spirited, but might hope they possess a modicum of decorum." He wasn't trying to judge the lot -- honest! He just didn't want thing to get too wild, as some Hatchings had in the past according to rumor. This was his first Hatching, and he was curious on how it would play out. Some of them were quiet and relatively a joyous affair, while others were considered bloodbaths. What would happen if that were the case?
He took a deep breath, and glanced over to Shehara and Gavryl. He did not know the tiny girl, nor did he know the serious-looking man. He didn't necessarily approve of Shehara's teasing of Dolmar, but he would keep his judgments to himself. There was a slight frown on his features, but scowling was his standard expression. He did incline his head formally and cordially at both, all the same -- it wouldn't do to be rude, after all. "But I do appreciate this one's ability to entertain." He confessed. All eyes were on it in part because it was the only hatchling on the Sands, but it did strut and show off to catch the eye.
Would all dragonets be like that? Little entertainers?
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Kiri was excited. Any hunger for dinner was completely forgotten when the call came him. She hurried to brush her brown hair, and slip into her over-sized Candidate robe. This was it. This was the moment. All of the anticipation for this one night. Her excitement at being so close to the eggs and the babies was overwhelming -- she'd never seen a baby dragon before, and was unsure what to expect. This was different than bonding with a feline -- while she'd never had the opportunity to meet a litter, such bonding was less of an experience. It was more subtle, more dignified, really, and as felines could live independently before they bonded (if they ever did), it wasn't something to peg ones hopes to. But this... She'd heard stories about the magic of Impression, or at least the awesomeness of the ordeal.
Would she Impress?
That was what every one had to be wondering.
When she got into the Hatching Sands, she almost hesitated. To see the tiers filling up, and dragons delivering hurried guests and Candidates; to hear the hum of the dragons -- for once in her life she felt very small. Ah, but she was fearless, and squaring her shoulders, the girl was quick to hurry ahead. Rumor had it a baby had already hatched!
As she weaved among the Candidates, she caught sight of Henwas and his brother. "Good luck, boys," she laughed as she strode past them. For Huarwar it was at least a little sincere -- not so much for his brother. Ah, but today was not about petty squabbles, and honestly, Kiri didn't know what to expect. Maybe Henwas would Impress to this bronze and be incorrigible for the rest of his days. Maybe he'd be left standing. No one knew but the dragons, and as the saying went, the dragons always knew best.
Kiri found herself next to Roana and offered a bright smile. "And good luck to you, too, Roana. Won't be too long now before they all start to hatch." The eggs weren't moving, and poor Vimiath made a sad and heavy sight. Would the queen be all right? Would Talela? Mph. She hoped this Hatching wouldn't end with the loss of a queen.
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