The Spooky Clutch Touching: Trick or Treat! Open!

[Teiha]

Joshala (W)
This time, Joshala did laugh. The Ghoul’s enthusiasm was impossible to refuse. Yes, you can eat a roast! Though most dragons would probably prefer it raw. But who knows? Maybe you’ve got a cook’s taste and like the finer things, am I right? Here, let me tell you about the time I stole a sweetroll from the foreman. She knew the egg was more interested in the actual food item than how it was obtained, so she pruned down the part about the heist, exciting though it was, and described the absolute wonder of biting into a soft, fluffy delicacy with creamy sweet icing, after knowing little else but the flavorless, gritty taste and texture of old bread for almost as long as she could remember. She’d thought of that treat for sevendays after it disappeared into her mouth, and now, turns later, she could still clearly recall every delicious bite.

Joshala grimaced apologetically at Rylyrr after the egg rebuffed his greeting. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mind sharing, but the egg had other ideas!” She thought it might be prudent to give the young man a little information about the egg, to mollify any harm it might have caused. “It seems to like hearing about food – maybe tell it about something nice you ate recently?”

Shaddaling

 

[Mewsings of An Angel]

Kieza was nervous, and anxiety was abound as she had gathered with the other Candidates. She knew few people here, as she had come from the High Reaches Weyr. All in the hopes that she would be chosen. It was the one thing that every Candidate wanted to occur for them - to be chosen by a dragon and begin their training as a Rider. It was very much what Kieza too had dreamed of every waking day. But Clutches were few and far between, and the niggling feeling that she would never get to experience was an ever-present fear.

Taking a deep breath, Kieza settled her though and her green eyes narrowed as she told herself that it was time to focus! She tried o peer over taller Candidates to look in wonder at the many different eggs that lay together in the sands. As she approached the eggs, she looked at the large beautiful queen that guarded them and bowed deeply showing her respect. "Thank you for allowing us to see your eggs today, Vimiath." She murmured before standing upright to begin her round of touching the ever-beautiful eggs. The heat of the sand comforted Kieza and kept her mind present and calm.

The first egg she managed to touch was the Werewolf Egg, and she could feel the welcoming presence even before her fingertips brushed its very dark surface. "Hello, little one... you're so close to joining us! Be strong and join us soon!" Kieza whispered in greeting.  

[Thaliawen]

Jailla smiled at Phayton's fumbling over words. "I know what you mean," she echoed, reassuringly. She took a moment to clear her mind of the nervousness that still lingered there and put a hand against the Frankenstein Egg.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Jailla." Love, happiness, welcoming? She tried sending thoughts of welcome, of excitement for day the eggs would hatch. "I can't wait to meet you," she said.  

[Ruhane Chiisai]

Farensil hummed, letting her mental slideshow simmer to a close as she judged she might have lingered just a tad too long. "If I get in trouble, I may not be able to see you and your brothers and sisters hatch, little one. You will have more company, and I expect to see yuo when you've hatched, so don't go too far, okay?" She chuckled, a wry smile on her lips. "Thank you for allowing me to indulge you a little longer."

Faren glanced around and hummed. No point making long treks when there are eggs right at hand to play with. She smiled and moved along the sands, bending down so she could let her palm and fingertips lay over the little Zombie egg. "Your shell is so cute. Bet it doesn't hold a candle to what's inside, though, huh?" She thought back to previous hatchings she'd attended and chuckled, shaking her head shallowly. "Nah... I know so. And I'm excited to see it."  

[Teiha]

Farinalgo (HR)
The tall blond was again startled by the response of the egg he’d touched. He hadn’t had too much to go on as far as knowing what to expect at a Touching – A’myl never attended one, and Ay’ril… well, Ay’ril would barely say two words at a time to Farin. He wanted to comfort the Banshee, but he couldn’t exactly promise that no one would die. He DID know that Hatchings could be particularly costly as far as the Candidates were concerned. I won’t ask, if that will ease you a bit. If you can really see what’s going to happen, and it IS that bad… I’m sorry. The one you Impress to will know how to make you feel better, I’m sure of it!


Vimiath and Talela
The golden dragon was practically glowing with pride. Every bow gave her a rush of satisfaction, and she returned each Candidate’s greeting with a warm, focused regard. Her children were already being adored, and they had only just met these likely young humans!

She knew some of her children were a little more… dramatic, and let them have their fun. If “fun” was the right word for it. But it was mostly harmless. Currently, though, the Banshee was beginning to draw a crowd with its hysterics. That might need a bit of moderation. Vimiath rose and smoothly, delicately minced her way among the eggs and Candidates to the center of all the action. Talela followed her, calling out, “Don’t be alarmed, my dears, Vimiath is just visiting one of her eggs. Mind her tail, you don’t want to get yourself swatted!“

The mother laid down, careful not to pin a human or jostle any of her eggs, and scooped up the Banshee in her front paws, cupping its larger end. She did not lift it out of reach, however. Her eyes remained a gentle blue as she gazed at the dark blue egg, then the Candidates whom it was hosting. Peace, dearest. There is nothing to fear. And you children, she addressed the Candidates who lingered, you may stay a bit longer, and do not be afraid to touch, if you wish.

”Everyone on the Sands!”

Watch out, Vimiath is moving! She’s gone to the center of the clutch to comfort Banshee.

 

[Shaddaling]

Teiha

Rylyrr (High Reaches)

"It is quite alright, it happens," Rylyrr replied easily to the young woman. "I've been at enough touchings and hatchings to not get upset at the hatchlings." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "And I had interrupted a conversation it seemed rather intent on having." It was nothing to get worked up about. "I'm Rylyrr, and thank you. I will consider it."

Food hm?  

[Revel1984]

Before Serfie even got a response from the Banshee egg, she heard a woman calling .. Vimiath what? .. oh shards, Serfie literally fell flat on her backside as her legs turned to jelly beneath her at the sight of the Gold Dragon heading, seemingly, straight towards her. She was found out, she was going to be killed by the mother, she wasn't supposed to be here.... oh Faranth she was going to die..... she closed her eyes, almost opening her bowels as she was gently moved aside so Vimiath could cradle her egg.

She tried to regain control of herself, to steady her panicked breathing when the Gold Queen spoke in her mind and, judging from some faces around her, to those nearby Banshee too. oh ... oh she wasn't sure she could even get up right now, let alone touch the Banshee Egg again.... but Banshee was close, she reached out from where she sat and laid an extremely shaky hand on it's shell, The Gold had said she could, even implied in her tone perhaps that they SHOULD touch it again, so... it was okay, however she didn't take her eyes off the Gold  

[Teiha]

Farinalgo (HR)
Farin stepped back from the Banshee egg as its mother suddenly loomed above him. He inhaled deeply, frightened for the moment, but held his ground. Vimiath was huge, but not – according to the color of her eyes – angry. He took advantage of this rare opportunity to marvel at a queen dragon startlingly close-up. He could see the minuscule patterns that textured her (beautiful!) golden hide, and the individual facets of her (very large) eyes. He had an intense urge to touch that soft, velvety hide. Her voice in his mind, also soft and velvety, gave him the impression that she would not mind such an indulgence. But he knew better. Even if the dragon did not mind, there would certainly be a Candidatemaster or two who would.

“My thanks for allowing us to meet your children,” he said to Vimiath, then respectfully backed away. He walked around the perimeter of the clutch until he came to the Wraith Egg.. It’s getting awfully interesting out here, he confided as he softly stroked its shell. You’re not worried, are you?


Silviu (HR)
Oh, yes, the black one? I did just meet that egg, Silviu said to the Hellhound. It WAS a nice egg! I’m guessing you two get along well? You seem to be a decent egg, too. I would feel safe if you were watching over me. He sighed dreamily at the thought. Who could be afraid when a dragon became linked to him? Anything would be possible, after that.  

[Shaddaling]

Andranis

Aly'on (Stands/High Reaches)

Things seemed alright so far. Aly'on fiddled with the smooth wooden ball his eldest brother had pressed on him before leaving. It helped a bit to work out some of his nervous energy into a less... flamboyant display. Part of him wanted to lean out over the stand walls for a closer look.

He signed and paused looking back at the noise and gave a wave towards Norathoman. "Watching as well?" He questioned. "Or do you also have a sibling on the sands?" He was dressed well, tailored black pants and a cream color shirt open at the collar, and his leather rider jacket near by with the brown loop of knots making him as a brown wing rider.  

[DruidTigeress]

Migel folded his arms over each other, watching Cesare for a moment as he moved among the eggs.

Given the setting, he was considerably more relaxed than he was usually. On a Weyr's hatching sands, in the presence of a gold dragon, with multiple riders watching from the stands, it was just about the worst setting to start any kind of trouble that he could possibly imagine.

His mouth twitched into a small smirk, more excited than he would admit. More than just meeting the dragons, the Touching seemed to be a chance to hold a mirror to yourself. He was curious what the eggs would find.

Starting close to the middle, he glanced towards his friend one more time before he put a hand on the bright green shell of the Hellhound Egg. It seemed to be keeping watch, almost as he was.  

[BastetAmun]

Henwas raised an eyebrow some at the feeling of displeasure he felt from the egg. He removed his hand from it, not wishing to stay if there was no need for him to. Truth be told he hadn't liked the feeling of being looked down upon. It reminded him too much of his father, the way that G'hin had looked down at his son, a tool to be used in his rivalry with A'dras...These thoughts turned within Henwas mind as he waited for Vimiath to settle among the eggs. He moved to the nearest egg, more focused upon trying to settle his own thoughts and forget about the feelings thinking of his now deceased father brought up as he placed his hand upon the shell of the Angel Egg


Huarwar couldn't help but smile at the eggs response. You are a very good egg. I thank you for your support. He kept his hand upon the Hellhound's shell as his eyes moved to watch Vimiath move through the candidates and settle herself among the eggs, seeming to comfort one of them. The other question the egg asked brought Huarwar's attention back to it and he continued to smile. It's a covering some creatures have. He tried to show an image of it, and showed an image of Aelyx.  

[Masterharper]

Shaddaling

Teiha

ShinosBee

The Ghoul
Joshala's admission about the theft of the sweet roll seemed to make the egg's stomach growl. In fact, Joshala, Rylyrr, and Falienn would suddenly feels sharp pangs of ravenous hunger. It is a very powerful feeling from the egg, and if any of them are at all inclined to drool, they very well might!

So hungryyyyyyyyyy.

Joshala would be encouraged to stay, but if Rylyrr now wants to touch he can. FALIENN HAD BETTER WAIT HIS TURN THOUGH!!!! HANDS OFF OF THE EGG UNTIL RYLYRR IS DONE! BACK! AWAY!!! . . . and think of your best meal. BUT DON'T GET TOO CLOSE OKAY!!!?? Grrrrrrr. JUST WAIT.

Now, Rylyrr. What have you eaten today? Anything good? Anything as wonderful as Joshala's sweetroll? And the hunger pains would intensify.

Shaddaling

The Werewolf
Oh, ho! No shyness needed here, nope, nope, nope! But the Werewolf is getting a little anxious. The Banshee is all sorts of upset, and . .and it can't help it. It kind of wants to . .

Everyone Can Hear This

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!
AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

The Werewolf's screeching is more fun and happy in tone than the Banshee's despair. It is worried for the Banshee, but also too excited to be quiet. It wants to play, too, and wants everyone to hear!
Those closest to the Werewolf egg will hear it the loudest and shrillest.

How fun, right!?

Tsunake

The Werewolf
The egg was far too busy awoo-ing, but there seems to be joyous encouragement for Alya to join in on such a fun, loud game!

DaisyMilk

Frankenstein's Monster
The egg would rock and shake a bit more, its anxiety growing with every moment. Oh dear, this wouldn't do well at all! Banshee was still upset, and now the Werewolf egg was being vocal and -- ah! The stress of it all was causing the egg to tremble, and it reached out desperately for Lissa. There was pain and worry and fear, but also gratefulness, knowing the girl had tried to help its sibling.

This egg was getting stressed, and its feelings were starting to overwhelm anyone near it.

Meepfur

The Werewolf
Still keenly awoo-ing, the little egg would envelop Rio in its pleasure and joy. Play with it! Play with it! Plaaaaaaay toooo! It's such a fun game! Awoooooo!

The Demon
The large egg would turn towards Akaris, and regard her with a cordial feeling. Is it getting such attention? Oh my, it hadn't noticed, or so it coyly seems to say. The egg would be curious as it searched the girl-- I'm curious to know what secrets you possess? What might you not tell another? Fear not... this egg won't share such confessions.

Hattaki

The Hunter
The egg would regard Amra and there would be a mix of fire and ice. A tickle of approval for the girl's strength and keen mind -- but also a slight wave of disgust and concern. Amra is not the hero she could be... not the hero she should be. Perhaps someday she'll find a better way.

magnadearel

The Demon
Ah, and whatever have we here? Sit and stay and tell the Demon all about you. Where do you see yourself in the future? What do you really desire, above all else?

Sinders Path

The Hunter
The Hunter sends a wash of general approval through the other. Be strong, an take strength. Pern needs more heroes willing to save those who will not save themselves. Be proud, and be strong...but maybe think twice abou spending too much time in Rivercrest. That place is nothing more than a den of thieves, hmph!

Mx Cherie

The Hunter
The egg would give a sharp smack at the man which touched its shell. The Hunter knows the truth, and does not like that what it sees. With a visible jerk, it moves back and away -- no amount of beauty can hide ugliness within.

tatterpixie

Thaliawen

Frankentstein's Monster
The egg would wriggle a bit, its anxiety and nerves building, especially as the Banshee kept wailing, and more and more individuals approached. Oh, oh dear. It is usually a nice egg, but right now it is quite distressed! Will no one do nothing for its upset sibling?

The stress it had been sending Lissa would also reach out to envelop Phayton and Jaila It was a gut-wrenching anxiety, and it was only growing with ever passing moment.

Mewsings of An Angel

The Werewolf
Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! The noise would be loud and piercing, but full of play and good humor. Oh! Will you also not join in? The Werewolf wants to hear all the beautiful howls and croons and creels that the people outside can make! Isn't this delightful fun!? Awooooooooo!! And the shrieking noise would only get louder.

Ruhane Chiisai

The Zombie
The Zombie would lean into the girl's touch -- or perhaps the being inside simply fell over -- and the egg would give a mighty lurch out of its spot, rolling slowly...slowly...towards Farensil. Thanks for noticing me, the egg seems to slowly, quietly say.

Teiha

The Wraith
For a long moment, there would be no answer, until a little surprise tingle would brush slowly up the others arm. Excitement...? Where? What? Is it...time to..... And then it would drift away again, thought unfinished, back into its seeming slumber.