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Post by Shrimp on Mar 29, 2008 13:31:46 GMT -5
"Look, Amir, there is Minji; you were so very worried."
The female gave a grin upon noticing the young artist, though it was soon restrained as she noticed the Queen's agitation. Ariannalyth did not seem to be in a good mood. Dipping her head lightly in thanks to Liyanna, Amir then made her way to the other girl, softly indicating towards the eggs with a faint change of angle from her head. She had decided to wait for Minji before going among the hardened shells, the other girl was of her liking. But Amir decided it would be best to be quiet for now, upsetting Ariannalyth could be anything but good. She took a moment to check her clothing and hands, pleased to see the warmth of the sands had dried her skin so she did not drip, though her hair and clothing were still rather damp. Keeping Liyanna's [and Ariannalyth's] request in mind, she made a mental note to be extremely careful with the eggs -- and not drip into any of them.
"Come on, Minji. The others already got a head start.'
Her voice was barely above a whisper, Amir considered that the Queen would see it rude if Candidates just burst out talking loudly among her adopted clutch. The tones held a faint hint of joking, though her words were also lightly true. Most of the others that had arrived where already weaving through the eggs, touching eggshells here and there. The first egg she neared was relatively small, though the intricate design on the eggshell was the thing that caught her attention the most. It reminded her of a foggy night, with a path barely viewable twisting here and there, plain in sight at one moment while gone in the next. Her hand brushed softly against the shell, making sure she did not drip on the texture, before she concentrated on the egg. She'd been to hatchings before, and knew each one often gave out a different feeling. Amir could not wait to see what this one would radiate.
The Mist Egg and the habitant within seemed distant, almost cold, showing no real interest in the rest of the world. Arching an eyebrow lightly, Amir kept it in mind, before withdrawing from the egg. She would not spend too much time with each of them -- just enough to get a feeling of how they seemed to think about the rest. Next was the Soot Egg, the dark colorings a large contrast against the paler sands. It was also small, though the lines and hints of lighter shades in the shell made it seem as if someone had left fingerprints behind. Amir grinned lightly, placing her hand and following the trail of one of the 'hands', before chuckling almost inaudible at the feelings she received from the egg. A curious, inquisitive fella, seemingly friendly and wanting to learn. It was a nice feeling, and quite a contrast from the first egg she had touched. She turned to look at Minji, wondering which eggs she had decided to touch first, before moving to a third.
The Vapor Egg was next, and was definitely larger compared to the first two. Once or twice the female had to squint her eyes lightly, the light reflecting off the surface in such a way that it made the oval shape seem like the color of snow -- if only for a couple of seconds at most. The feeling as she placed a gentle hand upon it reminded her first of the Mist Egg, but on second thought she almost swore she had felt shyness -- though it had been quickly replaced by an almost icey feeling in her hand. She withdrew from it, tilting her head lightly, before continuing on.
((I will post for the others later, muse is dead for now. XDD))
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Post by Minji on Mar 30, 2008 9:53:49 GMT -5
As Liyanna responded to the small candidate, Minji adverted her eyes from the pair toward the eggs and then toward Amir. She hadn't meant for her words to mean she wanted to do the portrait now, she knew better than that, but of course, words were sometimes confused in their true meanings.
When Amir went off for the Touching of the eggs, the command of not dripping the cold water upon the eggs remained locked within Minji's mind. It was crucial for the eggs to remain warm and dry. Without so much as thinking of which egg o first tend to, Minji watched as Amir went toward one of the smaller eggs; the Mist Egg. It wasn't that Minji thought it odd for any one person to just randomly pick an egg and just pause before it, wondering what effect it would emit, but since Minji knew nothing of Weyr life, nor about Hatching, she knew not that each individual egg could indeed emit it's feelings or give an indication of what it's personality is like.
After the other female candidate that Minji so far came to know, she small candidate started on her way after seeing that Amir seemed to wait on which egg she'd move to for her first one.
On cue with Amir moving to her third egg, Minji started away from the Weyrwoman and the Queen Ariannalyth, making sure to bow one final time before she turned her back fully on them for full view of the clutch that the gold watched with intent eyes.
The first egg that had caught Minji's light blue eyes was the Pale Egg. It intrigued her as, when she stared at it from her previous spot before the clutching gold and her rider, it seemed bland of everything but one pale coloration. Everything about the egg seemed to change as Minji steadily closed the gap between herself and his individual egg. It was odd how the single unit coloration of one pale color began to shift and take place into a multitude of pale shades that reminded her so much of a foggy scene, or a misty day. The paleness about it did not hinder so much as any negative thoughts from Minji as she scanned the outward shell of it with the artist's eyes she had so long developed in her career as an artist. It was a beautiful egg, and Minji had forgotten so much as even thinking of copying such beautiful perfection on paper as it was possibly impossible for her to duplicate such intricate designs.
As Minji further investigated the egg, she realized that, if looked upon closely, not only was there this pale view of it apart from the misty view, but there was a slight view of a rainbow shine to it. Just this alone made Minji want ever so more to touch the egg, and as she stretched her arm out, making sure that she was dried decently before flexing her fingers toward and from her palm before fully flexing them and resting the palm of her hand upon the surface of the egg wih her fingertips softly makin contact with the shell as well.
The feel of the egg surprised Minji to the point of where she was about to jerk her whole hand off, as it she had been stung or something, but her hand remained fixed upon the shell, her face giving an odd look before taking on a look of curiousity. It was odd of how the egg felt beneath her hand. It wasn't even as if it was fully hardened as it felt very soft and fluffy, or to a point of it being fluffy. In any case, Minji had this feeling of wanting to know more, but soon came to realize that there were more eggs to see rather than stay at this one where her chances were very extreme to not Impressing at all.. Not that Minji would've really minded if she had or had not.
Pulling her hand regrettably from the Pale Egg, Minji gave one last look toward the beautiful paleness of the egg before turning about and just heading off in ano one direction of egg. to this, the second egg that confronted Minji to view was the Swirled Egg.
Approaching the egg, Minji stood an armslegth or two away to fully examine the outwardness of the egg before she stepped closer to it. It was just habit for her to view the whole egg before examining it up close. She felt more of knowing everything about it before the minor things came to view with her.
The colors of the Swirled Egg made Minji want to stay before it forever to examine its beauty. It wasn't that one egg's outter shell was beautiful than another, but each sure was unique in it's own way. This egg's designs matched suitably with each other, and blended very well with each other that before Minji knew what she was doing, she had her right arm stretched out, and upon the shell of the egg.
Upon contact, Minji almost smiled as she felt the warmth, affection, and other good feelings flood into her from the medium sized egg. She didn't expect much feelings fom any one egg, but she somehow loved the amount of feelings coming forth from it. It was soothing, and Minji did not ever want to let go of this egg. But everything must come to an end, and as Minji let her hand slide off smoothly from the shell, making sure she had not left a smudging streak upon the shell, Minji just eyed the egg with curiousity as to what could possibly enjoy being touched to give off that much emotions. Hopefully, whoever Impresses this will be forever in the love of this dragon's presense.
Not stopping at touching just two eggs, Minji made her way about the clutch, stopping to look at one, and then another before moving onwards. Minji was not picky on her eggs, but she did like to see something that would stop her dead in her tracks, then again, they all were giving her this feeling, but not so much as this third egg..
The Cracks Egg all but made Minji stop. It almost made her trip over her own feet as she was almost on the verge of passing it by before she realized it's coloring. Lucky for Minji, however, she did not trip, but merely stumbled slightly before she regained her balance and started toward the egg.
If nothing else, Minji loved anything with a mottled effect. It was just something Minji wasn't quite able to explain, but she just loved the effects it procured when done just right, or how it fit perfectly on any one creature that bore such intricate patterns. Even the rusty red coloring with the silver lines that gave the impression of the egg literally cracking in general made Minji fall in love with it even more. She adored anything of a reddish hue, but she asn't going to let that factor sway her opinion about anything. Minji was going to have to remain neutral when it came to touching the rest of the eggs, but for some reason, Minji did not want to go to any other egg but this one, until it clicked that she was given so much time and that each egg should be visited before leaving, but oh how she loved the Cracks Egg.
Before doing anything but examining the egg, Minji hesitantly stretched her arm for the thrid time before placing her hand upon the outer shell. It shocked her as much as what the first egg had done. There was a difference between the two eggs. Where the first one felt soft and fluffy, this egg mostly had a feeling touch of a weathered tool that had been long forgotten. But even through that feeling alone, Minji did feel that there was still a tenderness to the egg. It was as if it chose to be not fully hard, but still remain soft for a few selected, to which, Minji felt an even more love of this egg. Surely she hoped for this egg to Impress to her, but, Minji hoped to Impress a dragon who wanted her for her, not because she chose the shell of a dragon's egg. If her dragon was not in this egg, then that would be alright. Surely she won't hurt her dragon's, if it was in this clutch, feelings if this was most definently not hers.
Retreating from the thrid egg, Minji walked a ways from it and just stood there, looking for another egg in which to occupy herself with. Surely the Touching will last a few more minutes, if not an hour or so.
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Post by tarra on Apr 3, 2008 11:23:29 GMT -5
Tsarkor found the place after a mite too long of searching, and on stumbling inside he paused to let the rain dribble from his sodden brown tunic and dark gray leggings. His skin was crawling from the chill, and his breathing hissed softly as it soaked in. A natural reaction, one that would more often than not wear off a few minutes later, as his body adjusted to the new temperature. Rain was not a major bother for a former Beastcrafter used to spending days out with the herdbeasts. There were those back at Sanctum Hold who would comment, dryly, that the boy was more runner than man, but he shrugged off the murmers with a good nature that masked a light annoyance. No matter what he seemed, he was still very much human, thank you very much. It he hadn't been, the herdbeasts and the runners would have let him know long ago.
With the patience of a working runner, the boy waited as the dripping gradually slowed. He took the time to let his eyes gently travel over the cave, the eggs, the other candidates, the massive and majestic Queen. A light smile teased his features, grew slowly into a warm and soft delight. He was a Beastcrafter, a boy long acquinted with and often much attached to non-human living things that walked and breathed and thought. The sight of a whole clutch of dragon eggs, each a living miracle, a thing of infinite fragility yet so full of the promise of life...it was nothing less than a sight to touch the soul.
His eyes, pale hazy brown and seemingly dreamy, flicked to the massive Queen. Quiet awe and envy flickered in them. He was not a woman, and would never have a chance to be bonded with one of those great golden wonders. The best he might hope for was a bronze, if he ever proved himself worthy of one at all. He wondered dreamily what it might be been to be a woman, to Impress a Queen...
He shook the thought aside lazily, the sense of time nagging at him, and proceeded to flick the water off his arms and boots, feline-like. Still sodden, but no longer dripping, he began the approach towards the Queen. The procedures for Touching had been drilled into the candidates earlier, and Tsarkor wished no accidents to occur. A rogue herdbeast or runner could gore a man, seriously wound him and sometimes kill. A dragon could do infinitely worse, if it got agitated. The boy's movements were quiet and rhythematical, easy on the eyes and the senses, motions long horned around skittish runners and nervous herdbeasts. He hardly thought the Queen to be a runner, far from it; but the years had taught him patience and kindness with all living things, and even the strides of his placid, non-threatening walk showed it now. No fear, little tension. To show fear and tension amongst the runners was to ask for a stampede.
Tsarkor came from Ariannalyth's front, openly and honestly to avoid startling her by sneaking up or appearing suddenly from one side. His steady gaze caught Liyanna standing to one side of the Queen, and a pronounced nod sufficed to show his respect and acknowledgment. Having the Weyrwoman there was more of a relief than he dared admit, and the little tension ebbing through his frame faded. He stopped before Ariannalyth, and bowed low and deep before rising slowly again, watching for her approval. The approval he asked for with his eyes, earnest and bright; with his stance, his motion, quiet but questioning. The eggs were just off to one side, and he longed to turn and look, but his eyes remained on the Queen. He would not offend her by appearing too eager to be amongst her foster clutch.
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Post by Missa on Apr 8, 2008 6:46:06 GMT -5
Don't drip on the eggs. Well it was a fair enough order, a lot easier to carry out when they hadn't had buckets of rain dumped on their heads, not impossible though. Pushing the wet strands back from her face, Aaria stepped back slightly to try and get some of the water off her. Wringing it out, shaking her hands slightly, as there was no point in wiping them dry on her shirt of trousers, because simply enough, they were wet too.
Once she felt she was reasonably dry - traslation, not dripping - Ria stepped forward again, eyes roaming over the many eggs for any shell that caught her eye. Many were pretty, but pretty wasn't always a good thing. Chewing on her lip distractedly, Aaria finally stepped towards the Soot Egg, the plain, but attractive, colouring of the shell drawing it closer. Dark, black maybe? Or a very deep grey, with pale smudges across the shell. Tilting her head to one side as she placed her fingers on the pale smuges, Ria instantly found herself smiling. It was... Friendly. As friendly as an egg could be anyway, it didn't seem to abhor the idea of people touching it, instead it seem to be curious, about what though? The people touching the shell or the outer world it had yet to see? Aaria personally couldn't imagine not being curious about something or another in her daily life. Leaving her hand for a moment longer on the shell, Ria smiled lightly before gently taking her hands away from the shell.
Next, uh... Hm, the Smudged Egg was pretty, with it's chaotic look to the shell, light and dark colours smudged around on the shell, like colours and dyes mixing together. Stepping closer to it, Aaria rested her hands gently on the shell, running her fingers over the patterns carefully. It seemed, to her, that this egg too, liked people. Or was that just the innocence that seemed to come from within that no one could be truely bad? Then the feeling of just not being aware, that ignorance that is such a bliss as a younger person, then it all had to go away. Of course. Smiling almost wistfully as she stepped back from the egg and allowed her hand to drop against her side. Really, there were times when she wished she could go back to that ignorance that she'd hated as a child. Still, she couldn't dwell on those thoughts now, there were more eggs to touch before her time was up.
the next egg was the one that caught her eyues the most, the Smoke Egg, with it's delicate colours of blue and grey, with the darker background, spiralling up over the shell as though to some unseen beat only the colours could move to. It was pretty, in it's own special sort of way, without being blinding. The personality was certainly outstanding enough to match what some might call a plain shell, to Ria, it seemed almost hyperactive, just the engery flowing from the egg, like once it got going, it would be near impossible to stop. Chuckling softly, Ria slid her hand away from the shell, shaking her head to clear it of the almost overwhelming energy. Who ever Impressed to that dragonet would most likely be running the rest of their lives.
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Post by Yakura on Apr 14, 2008 15:38:36 GMT -5
Tenmor could not deny that he was late. He had attempted to arrive in some semblance of time but had failed spectacularly, turning up long after everyone else. What he found worst of it all was that he had no excuse at all for his immediate absence save the fact that he was, well, slow. He had spent the afternoon lazing about doing absolutely nothing at all and had lost track of everything, it seemed. It had only been some time after he had been deep into the task of doing nothing at all when he'd remembered that today was the day of the Touching. Yes, the Touching, today of all days. And there he was, sitting about on his butt, staring at the falling rain as it pattered down to wet the ground.
The Touching was supposed to be one of the most important days in a Candidates life, save the actual day of the Hatching. The Touching would allow one to see what there was, to admire the warmly pulsing eggs, so full of life. It was a day to lovingly caress the smooth shells, feeling the strangely warm surface and placing ones own thoughts into the effort. It was an important day and could mean the difference between Impressing or being left Standing, or so they'd been told. And here Tenmor was, glassy-eyed and inattentive, watching the sky and nature while he should be hurrying along elsewhere.
Tenmor scrambled gracelessly to his feet, legs splaying comically for a moment before he regained his footing. Guilt washed over him and he couldn't help but flush. As much as he hated to admit to it, he had completely forgotten about the Touching. If he had waited maybe a moment longer he may have not been in time at all. As it was he would be pushing the time they'd been given, and by quite a bit if he wasn't mistaken. Tenmor hurriedly gathered the items sprinkled over the ground next to him and attempted to run in the general direction of the Hatching Sands, though his attempts resulted in something more like an awkward tripping motion until gravity finally did get the best of him and sent him spilling forward, a veritable plethora of knick-knacks tumbling around him. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should pick them up and thought better of it, snatching up a select few items of particular sentimental value and taking off at high speed towards the Sands.
It thankfully took him less time to arrive than he had feared and nor did he appear to be the last to arrive. Other Candidates were sprinkled across the Sands, brushing the gleaming eggs with their fingers, all the while cautious not to upset the Queen. Tenmor had already begun his hasty pilgrimage towards Ariannalyth, shoving the last few items into his various pockets and pouches, his placid face betraying the sudden rush of emotions he felt. This was it, or very close to it, at least. He couldn't afford to look foolish now, especially before the golden dragon, even if this wasn't her Clutch. Smiling placidly, he swept into a deep bow before the metallic behemoth, a few droplets of water scattering out of his hair and dimpling the sand below, evaporting almost immediately. He made sure to keep his gaze averted and backed carefully away, towards the eggs. [We'll just pretend he got permission for the sake of Symph not having to post a reply. Dx]
His eyes began to roam over the eggs, watching the light as it glistened off each individual shell. He moved forward, shuffling his feet through the sand in an attempt to let himself dry more before he actually got around to the physical part of the Touching, for getting the eggs wet apparently seemed to be an unwise idea. The heat of the Sands aided him in this endeavor, drying the last beads of rainwater off his skin even as he moved towards the first egg that had caught his attention, a strangely silver egg that glittered in the warmth of the Sands.
He knelt carefully next to the Vapor Egg, running a few cautious fingers over the shell, hand almost jerking back in shock. It was...cold? He frowned, leaning closer as if attempting to discern something more about the shy egg, though it apparently refused to reveal anything to him. With a sigh he rocked back onto his heels and stood up, his steps taking him away from the strangely chill egg, towards the others of the Clutch. He was always careful not to displace too much sand as he passed an egg, lest it effect them unkindly.
Another egg garnered his attention, drawing him closer to the Dusty Egg. It was strange, almost like it had weathered the effects of time whereas its brethren had not. Tenmor moved closer, eyes wide as he inspected the spider-webbed surface, a dulled silver, almost like pewter. It looked dusty, as though covered in a fine layer of dirt that did not disappear when Tenmor attempted to swipe a small bit away. For a moment he had thought that some of the lighter bits of sand had settled over the shell but had apparently been mistaken. Unlike the earlier egg, it was warm to the touch, reliable and steadfast if Tenmor could hazard to guess what it felt like. Smiling slightly to himself Tenmor straightened once again, moving away from the antiqued egg and towards the others.
It was the Mirage Egg that finally caught his attention, strangely holding it for only a second. A second was enough to intrigue Tenmor, though, and he moved towards it silently, glancing around to see what everyone else was doing. He didn't pay too much attention to them, for all his attention was fixed on the egg before him. It was strangely wavy, a unique pattern running over the glassy shell, deceiving his eyes. Tenmor snorted slightly to himself, shaking his head. He could have sworn that for a moment it had disappeared, but he had been mistaken, of course. He moved next to the egg, touching it lightly with the tips of his fingers before taking a few steps back. Touching the egg had been almost comforting, he decided, though he was already moving towards the other eggs, gaze sweeping over them yet again in an attempt to find something else to Touch.
[Krii later? Dx]
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