The shells have hardened and it is time to present yourself to the Senior Queen. Serapheth has been unusually protective of this clutch, and one wrong move will not bode well for candidates.
The touching has begun!
It's time for the Touching!
- Please BOLD the name of the egg your candidate is touching.
- Please only touch one egg at a time
- The Touching will be open from now until October 1st at 11:59PM Central
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[Touching] Infinite Dreams
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Jabberwoky - Thread-Touched
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[Touching] Infinite Dreams
| Fort Weyr Senior Weyrwoman Tuckal of Gold Serapheth [White Journey] Weyrlingmaster Lexien of Brown Mikazuchith Hollow of Brown Bysalth Ni'all of Brown Calyptrath Wa'en of Brown Galahath Alphinaud of Green Koth Playne of Green Iosefkath Vartin of Amethyst Vartisk and Garnet Varsk [Bone Otani] Journeyman Scribe Urianger | Semaca Weyr Hecate of Almandine Cabadath D'ryu of Bronze Cyroth Persephone of Green Amauroth [Brown Bitey] [Blue Paladin] Quatre of Green Wynleth [White Sandrock] Majima of Brown Majimask Weyrling Ke'ro of Green Ossabhath Candidate Pierrick Dragonless Time Journeyman Carpenter/Sailor Wojchek | High Reaches Weyr G'li of Bronze Ereborth Lelouch of Blue Isith [Gold Banshee] Lobelia of Blue Imeterth Datte of White Tarith [Green Illium] Weyrling Zoh'tof Brown Lannith Lanselot of Brown Selosk JM Healer Vallauris [Gold Aether] Holder Xander [Bronze Siegfried] [Blue Laslow] [Green Peri] Wherling Mori of Gold Morsk Weyrbrat Viola [Garnet Ultima] Candidate Clive [Gold Phoenix] [Brown Ifrit] [Blue Ramuh] [Green Garuda] [Green Shiva] Weyrfolk Daosea |
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MothyCake - Peacekeeper Captain
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Candidare Fujin - Touching The Royal Survivor Egg
Fujin was not looking forward to the touching, bowing politely to Serapheth as he walked into the hatching grounds. He didn't expect to impress any time soon and, besides, he was patient. He'd one day be able to fly into the skies.
He was sure of it.
He looked around quietly before finally approaching the Royal Survivor egg, "You seem pretty proud." He gently put his hand on the egg, not saying anything else.
Fujin was not looking forward to the touching, bowing politely to Serapheth as he walked into the hatching grounds. He didn't expect to impress any time soon and, besides, he was patient. He'd one day be able to fly into the skies.
He was sure of it.
He looked around quietly before finally approaching the Royal Survivor egg, "You seem pretty proud." He gently put his hand on the egg, not saying anything else.
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nineofswords - Peacekeeper
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Candidate Bronson - touching the Ice Wall
Finally, a proper hatching, one where a gold had been caught by a bronze. There would be real dragons in this clutch, not the piddling runts that had been in Ustreilith's clutch. Bronson put on his very best clothes and fussed over his hair more than usual before swaggering out onto the hatching sands. This was it. This was the clutch where he would meet the bronze he was destined for.
He bowed low to Serapheth, giving her all proper respect. "Good day to you, Serapheth. I'm looking forward to your clutch." He was sure she could sense his potential as a future bronzerider. Even if she didn't say anything, he understood her unspoken, unacknowledged approval of him. She was a queen, after all, she had to stay impartial for appearances sake.
He moved out among the eggs. There were a few candidates here for his bronze, but the most sensible thing to do was to work his way down from the largest eggs to the smallest. That way he'd be sure to hit his bronze early on, and he could phone it in for the rest of the eggs. The one exception would be the Bewitching Dame. That sounded like a girl, and he wasn't a girl so he clearly wasn't getting a girl dragon.
He approached the largest egg, the Ice Wall, and put his hands on it. He opted not to speak aloud, just because he didn't want anyone butting in or telling him he was being stupid. I'm certain you're going to be a bronze, as big as you are, he told it silently, hoping it could understand him through the shell. No one seemed to know how telepathy worked with the eggs for sure, so he'd just assume that if it was his egg, it'd hear him. Perhaps you'll be mine. I'm not sure who else here would be worthy of you, but I'm sure you'll be quite the hero someday.
Candidate Heiro - touching the Royal Bee egg
It was time for a touching. Heiro had many fine dresses from when she'd lived with her parents. But she was a candidate of the Weyr, now, and somehow wearing a dress onto the hatching sands didn't feel appropriate to her. It didn't properly convey her readiness to become a rider, to set aside the things about her that were based in the Hold. So she settled on a smart, well-tailored tunic that she'd embroidered herself and a pair of pants that were loose-fitting with a fabric that flowed like a skirt. After checking herself in the mirror and making sure she looked immaculate (although nowhere near up to her parents' standards for her still) she made her way to the hatching sands.
She bowed deeply to Serapheth, deeply aware of how volatile this dragon was reported to be and how brooding dragons tended to be be more aggressive than usual in defense of their eggs. This close to the gold, the size difference between them was terrifyingly apparent, but Heiro swallowed her fear. A dragonrider needed to be able to overcome such things, after all.
Heiro wanted to help the Weyr, to change it and guide it, to protect people. And to do that, she'd need a dragon that could convey to her a position of authority. A brown would be the easiest, as they often won flights and were the most common of the large colors. A bronze would be ideal, but they were rarer. And best of all, of course, would be gold, but the odds of that happening were very slim. Still, everyone said that gold dragons came in gold colored eggs. And there was a gold egg on the sands, albeit a small one. The Royal Bee egg.
Heiro walked to it and knelt before the egg, carefully laying her hands on the shell, unsure how tough the exterior truly was. This was her first dragon hatching, after all, and while she knew the theory, the real thing was always different somehow. "Um...hello there," she said quietly. "I'm Heiro. It's...good to meet you." Was this how it was done? The candidatemasters had encouraged them to talk to the eggs, and speaking out loud was fine, but now that she was here, she had no idea what she was meant to say.
Finally, a proper hatching, one where a gold had been caught by a bronze. There would be real dragons in this clutch, not the piddling runts that had been in Ustreilith's clutch. Bronson put on his very best clothes and fussed over his hair more than usual before swaggering out onto the hatching sands. This was it. This was the clutch where he would meet the bronze he was destined for.
He bowed low to Serapheth, giving her all proper respect. "Good day to you, Serapheth. I'm looking forward to your clutch." He was sure she could sense his potential as a future bronzerider. Even if she didn't say anything, he understood her unspoken, unacknowledged approval of him. She was a queen, after all, she had to stay impartial for appearances sake.
He moved out among the eggs. There were a few candidates here for his bronze, but the most sensible thing to do was to work his way down from the largest eggs to the smallest. That way he'd be sure to hit his bronze early on, and he could phone it in for the rest of the eggs. The one exception would be the Bewitching Dame. That sounded like a girl, and he wasn't a girl so he clearly wasn't getting a girl dragon.
He approached the largest egg, the Ice Wall, and put his hands on it. He opted not to speak aloud, just because he didn't want anyone butting in or telling him he was being stupid. I'm certain you're going to be a bronze, as big as you are, he told it silently, hoping it could understand him through the shell. No one seemed to know how telepathy worked with the eggs for sure, so he'd just assume that if it was his egg, it'd hear him. Perhaps you'll be mine. I'm not sure who else here would be worthy of you, but I'm sure you'll be quite the hero someday.
Candidate Heiro - touching the Royal Bee egg
It was time for a touching. Heiro had many fine dresses from when she'd lived with her parents. But she was a candidate of the Weyr, now, and somehow wearing a dress onto the hatching sands didn't feel appropriate to her. It didn't properly convey her readiness to become a rider, to set aside the things about her that were based in the Hold. So she settled on a smart, well-tailored tunic that she'd embroidered herself and a pair of pants that were loose-fitting with a fabric that flowed like a skirt. After checking herself in the mirror and making sure she looked immaculate (although nowhere near up to her parents' standards for her still) she made her way to the hatching sands.
She bowed deeply to Serapheth, deeply aware of how volatile this dragon was reported to be and how brooding dragons tended to be be more aggressive than usual in defense of their eggs. This close to the gold, the size difference between them was terrifyingly apparent, but Heiro swallowed her fear. A dragonrider needed to be able to overcome such things, after all.
Heiro wanted to help the Weyr, to change it and guide it, to protect people. And to do that, she'd need a dragon that could convey to her a position of authority. A brown would be the easiest, as they often won flights and were the most common of the large colors. A bronze would be ideal, but they were rarer. And best of all, of course, would be gold, but the odds of that happening were very slim. Still, everyone said that gold dragons came in gold colored eggs. And there was a gold egg on the sands, albeit a small one. The Royal Bee egg.
Heiro walked to it and knelt before the egg, carefully laying her hands on the shell, unsure how tough the exterior truly was. This was her first dragon hatching, after all, and while she knew the theory, the real thing was always different somehow. "Um...hello there," she said quietly. "I'm Heiro. It's...good to meet you." Was this how it was done? The candidatemasters had encouraged them to talk to the eggs, and speaking out loud was fine, but now that she was here, she had no idea what she was meant to say.
| Fort L'fy of Brown Dioth B'layk of Blue Radarth Wingsecond G'las of Green Quenith | Dazzle (flit) Y'olai of White Tsukasath Jackrum of Brown Krusk Columbo of Blue Lumsk Attolia of Cinder Attolisk Ronica of White Onisk and Brown Osk Assistant Headwoman Houlihan | Soldier (flit) Candidate Bronson | Apolline (flit) Candidate Heiro | Thetis (flit) | High Reaches Dani of Bronze Bladeth | Ceecee (flit) Barca of Brown Brynth Healer's Wingleader Y'ang of Brown Kullilth | Bokhee (flit) Elross of Blue Hisahith Weyrling Ry'n of Green Yuelith Dukat of Bronze Dusk Maritza of Garnet Arisk Ennis of Green Ennisk and Green Szensk Weyrfolk Anabella Candidate Miguel Candidate Nayru Wher Candidate Haron | Semaca M'ten of Garnet Noggoth Weyrleader B'ram of Blue Sininulth | Sunrise (flit) Bre'q of Blue Ostoriath D'ax of Blue Firarith | Kahless (flit) F'lin of Green Eraelth | Rusty (flit) Tychon of Green Ezanath | Thalassa Narcissa (bird) Weyrling S'ra of White Moggeth Dunsmith of Brown Dunsk | Filly (flit) Rosethorn of Garnet Thornsk and Brown Rosesk Candidate Hamuntep |
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FirebrandPhlox - Weyrling
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Candidate Costanza - Touching Bubbling Brew
It was time for the touching, and Costanza was a nervous wreck. Not only was it the first and likely only clutch he would be eligible as a candidate for, it was also the clutch of gold Serapheth. Even though he had only been at Fort for about a turn at this point, he had heard plenty of stories about her, and did not want to get on her bad side, no matter what.
He fretted over exactly what he should wear to impress the queen, or at least not come off as an abject failure. After going through many outfits and options, he finally decided on a blue tunic with some fine silver embroidery and well tailored pants of deep brown. He fussed with his thinning hair, trying to arrange it so his growing bald spot was not as noticeable (but it was still plenty noticeable). Well after Heiro had left their room, Costanza made his way to the sands.
"It's a lovely day for a touching, isn't it? Just a wonderful day to be in your presence, Serapheth." He greeted the gold with a deep bow and a mouth that would not stop running. "Thank you for allowing us this opportunity. I am honored to be allowed here amongst your eggs, and hope that perhaps one of them will be my future partner." He looked up at the gold, wringing his hands together for a moment, thinking if there was anything else he should be saying to the clutchmother. He opted for another deep bow. "Uh, thanks again!"
He meandered over to the eggs, assessing the options. It would be best if he got a chance to touch all of them to improve his chances of impressing, but he also didn't want to impress a metallic if he could help it. Weighing the choices, he opted to start with a smaller egg that seemed much more sure of itself than he was. Placing his hand gently on The Bubbling Brew Egg, he spoke softly to it. "Hey there. I'm Costanza, maybe you'll be my partner one day? If you like me?"
It was time for the touching, and Costanza was a nervous wreck. Not only was it the first and likely only clutch he would be eligible as a candidate for, it was also the clutch of gold Serapheth. Even though he had only been at Fort for about a turn at this point, he had heard plenty of stories about her, and did not want to get on her bad side, no matter what.
He fretted over exactly what he should wear to impress the queen, or at least not come off as an abject failure. After going through many outfits and options, he finally decided on a blue tunic with some fine silver embroidery and well tailored pants of deep brown. He fussed with his thinning hair, trying to arrange it so his growing bald spot was not as noticeable (but it was still plenty noticeable). Well after Heiro had left their room, Costanza made his way to the sands.
"It's a lovely day for a touching, isn't it? Just a wonderful day to be in your presence, Serapheth." He greeted the gold with a deep bow and a mouth that would not stop running. "Thank you for allowing us this opportunity. I am honored to be allowed here amongst your eggs, and hope that perhaps one of them will be my future partner." He looked up at the gold, wringing his hands together for a moment, thinking if there was anything else he should be saying to the clutchmother. He opted for another deep bow. "Uh, thanks again!"
He meandered over to the eggs, assessing the options. It would be best if he got a chance to touch all of them to improve his chances of impressing, but he also didn't want to impress a metallic if he could help it. Weighing the choices, he opted to start with a smaller egg that seemed much more sure of itself than he was. Placing his hand gently on The Bubbling Brew Egg, he spoke softly to it. "Hey there. I'm Costanza, maybe you'll be my partner one day? If you like me?"
| FORT WEYR M'lcolm of Bronze Burranth Elvira of Green Algonquinth || Suspiria Chess of Brown Kichsk Aneesa Costanza || Babu | HIGH REACHES WEYR Shr'k of Bronze Donketh Raev of Garnet Rask Sheridan | SEMACA WEYR Weyrling Quentin of Brown Torrigath K'mina of Garnet Gurrenth || Lagann Mawkin of Garnet Mawsk Brabbop Phelps |
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Windra - Wingrider
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Candidate Liurnia - Touching the Flighty Beacon
She barely skid to a halt into the hatching grounds but remembered, somewhere in the back of her mind, that Serapheth had a bit of a nasty temper and a history of not being ... ah, gentle. It would kind of suck to get devoured by a gold before the precious little eggies even cracked shell. So Liurnia had the sense - though barely - to bow so far to the ground that her nose nearly touching the scalding sands. She stood with heat blemishing her cheeks, turning them red.
"Evening, oh Queenly one," she cut loose the words. She gave herself pause, mulled over what just escaped her lips, and hastily backtracked. "I mean - ah - good evening, Queen Serapheth! Your eggs are beautiful, as are you and - I'm just gonna ... ah ... "
Awkward. That's what she felt. Liurnia whisked herself away quiiiickly in case she struck the mother's ire and only slowed her pace when she felt reasonably out of reach of vengeful claws. Deep breaths! She didn't really look at the other candidates. Her eyes were only on those super pretty, suer shiny shells.
Liurnia slid along the Flighty Beacon, glancing quietly over her shoulder at Serapheth's brooding form, before carefully caressing its soft cyan hardness with the softness of her own palm. "Look at your colors! So pretty. Ain'tcha like a crisp morning? Three spots kinda like the Dawn Sisters, yeah?"
She barely skid to a halt into the hatching grounds but remembered, somewhere in the back of her mind, that Serapheth had a bit of a nasty temper and a history of not being ... ah, gentle. It would kind of suck to get devoured by a gold before the precious little eggies even cracked shell. So Liurnia had the sense - though barely - to bow so far to the ground that her nose nearly touching the scalding sands. She stood with heat blemishing her cheeks, turning them red.
"Evening, oh Queenly one," she cut loose the words. She gave herself pause, mulled over what just escaped her lips, and hastily backtracked. "I mean - ah - good evening, Queen Serapheth! Your eggs are beautiful, as are you and - I'm just gonna ... ah ... "
Awkward. That's what she felt. Liurnia whisked herself away quiiiickly in case she struck the mother's ire and only slowed her pace when she felt reasonably out of reach of vengeful claws. Deep breaths! She didn't really look at the other candidates. Her eyes were only on those super pretty, suer shiny shells.
Liurnia slid along the Flighty Beacon, glancing quietly over her shoulder at Serapheth's brooding form, before carefully caressing its soft cyan hardness with the softness of her own palm. "Look at your colors! So pretty. Ain'tcha like a crisp morning? Three spots kinda like the Dawn Sisters, yeah?"
| Fort Weyr Cr'dile of Brown Dazth [Buggy] Sh'ggy of Garnet Scrappith [Scoob] A'ksei of Blue Amishuth E'lis of Green Plemeth Holt of White Raidoth {Cheddar} Candidate Retsuko [FoxFire] Candidate Welleue |Ophelia| Candidate Liurnia | High Reaches Weyr Sc'let of Brown Edwyth Weyrling F'yore of Garnet Geminith [Tangeream] Adair of Green Alsetth [Glitz] Saori of White Orisk Weyrbrat Sasha [Whirly] | Semaca Weyr Naira of Green Naath [Beakman] {Radar} Devon of White Maynarth Zinaida of Brown Zinsk [Scone] Traze of Garnet Azesk [Starspawn] Radagast of Blue Radask Worrell of Green Worrsk {Rimshot} Head Cook Senshi [Turmeric] [Parsley] Candidate Petraxen [Honeysuckle] |
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EW-NA - Wingleader
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Tygirtaull - Touching the Resting Respite Egg
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Tygir was well aware of the reputation of Fort's Senior Gold. He'd heard the stories, and noticed how some of the candidates and even some adult riders quaked at having one of her clutches on the sands. He wasn't bothered by it though. Sure, maybe Serapheth had killed and mauled a bunch of people and dragons in the past; they probably deserved it! The way he saw it, she couldn't just chomp on everyone, could she? Afterall, wouldn't that be bad for her and her precious Weyr?
Just snuffing out dragonrider people and poofin' her own dragon babies as well? People were just being weak cowards-- not Tygirtaull, though. He wasn't frightened in the least!
He put on his most badass leathers and high boots, just for the occasion. Complete with the belt and extra shiny buckle his Mom got him for getting to be a candidate~ He was gonna strut onto the sand, and one of those eggs would probably crack open early just to be his dragon~
Atleast, that was the level of confidence he had brimming, before making it to the Hatching Cavern. Tygir's face immediately scrunched up the moment he stepped onto the sand, feeling his leather boot sink deep into the ocean of tiny rock bits. Man.... he forgot how much sand just... sucked. He changed his mind, this all seemed so stupid. But, apparently this was a 'supposed to happen' type of deal for getting a dragon...
Sucking in a deep breath of air into his chest, Tygir tried his best to look cool and confidant as he moved further across the sand. The picture of unadulterated poise as each step sunk him down into a pile of sand, and having to use a decent amount of pull to free himself for the next step. Then again, and again. He didn't even trip during his long journey... only a few fumbles, but he caught himself. As he moved across the expanse of space, Tygir finally got a proper view of Serapheth in all her glory. He was tempted to whistle at how big she was in person, and apparently she wasn't even the biggest dragon in the whole dang Weyr! His interest in her was short lived, though. He just wanted to get his hand on some egg shells and get out of this sand trap. So, he offered Serapheth the best bow he personally could, which was mostly him dropping and flopping down his unruly cut hair.
Looking over his choices, Tygir went over to the Relaxing Respite egg and crouched next to it. It was like it was trying so hard to blend into the sand around it. Too bad it was the wrong color, dummy! Tygirtaull really didn't buy into all the fuss everyone was making about the eggs. They were eggs—eggs didn't talk. So he didn't see the point to talk initially, and just smirked as he set his hand on the smooth surface, with a surprising gentleness.
It was just an egg afterall, he wasn't stupid enough to be rough with it, even if it came from a gold-plated dragon ass.
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Tygir was well aware of the reputation of Fort's Senior Gold. He'd heard the stories, and noticed how some of the candidates and even some adult riders quaked at having one of her clutches on the sands. He wasn't bothered by it though. Sure, maybe Serapheth had killed and mauled a bunch of people and dragons in the past; they probably deserved it! The way he saw it, she couldn't just chomp on everyone, could she? Afterall, wouldn't that be bad for her and her precious Weyr?
Just snuffing out dragonrider people and poofin' her own dragon babies as well? People were just being weak cowards-- not Tygirtaull, though. He wasn't frightened in the least!
He put on his most badass leathers and high boots, just for the occasion. Complete with the belt and extra shiny buckle his Mom got him for getting to be a candidate~ He was gonna strut onto the sand, and one of those eggs would probably crack open early just to be his dragon~
Atleast, that was the level of confidence he had brimming, before making it to the Hatching Cavern. Tygir's face immediately scrunched up the moment he stepped onto the sand, feeling his leather boot sink deep into the ocean of tiny rock bits. Man.... he forgot how much sand just... sucked. He changed his mind, this all seemed so stupid. But, apparently this was a 'supposed to happen' type of deal for getting a dragon...
Sucking in a deep breath of air into his chest, Tygir tried his best to look cool and confidant as he moved further across the sand. The picture of unadulterated poise as each step sunk him down into a pile of sand, and having to use a decent amount of pull to free himself for the next step. Then again, and again. He didn't even trip during his long journey... only a few fumbles, but he caught himself. As he moved across the expanse of space, Tygir finally got a proper view of Serapheth in all her glory. He was tempted to whistle at how big she was in person, and apparently she wasn't even the biggest dragon in the whole dang Weyr! His interest in her was short lived, though. He just wanted to get his hand on some egg shells and get out of this sand trap. So, he offered Serapheth the best bow he personally could, which was mostly him dropping and flopping down his unruly cut hair.
Looking over his choices, Tygir went over to the Relaxing Respite egg and crouched next to it. It was like it was trying so hard to blend into the sand around it. Too bad it was the wrong color, dummy! Tygirtaull really didn't buy into all the fuss everyone was making about the eggs. They were eggs—eggs didn't talk. So he didn't see the point to talk initially, and just smirked as he set his hand on the smooth surface, with a surprising gentleness.
It was just an egg afterall, he wasn't stupid enough to be rough with it, even if it came from a gold-plated dragon ass.
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Arcane - Thread Conqueror
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Candidate Mithras- Touching The Budding Hero Egg
Mithras' third gold clutch at Fort was the smallest she had stood for. Thirteen eggs, for the lot of them- and however many more the searchriders brought in.
Mithras was still young, with many turns of clutches ahead of her, but it seemed cruel for the older candidates that there were so few eggs for so many candidates. Mithras didn't understand why anyone had to age out. If she was in charge of candidacy, she'd have let anyone who wanted to stand. What was so magical about turning thirty that made one less ready to be a dragonrider?
Mithras swallowed the thought, for once, as she bowed to the parents, newly cautious of their teeth and claws after the candidates' recent misadventures.
There weren't any gold eggs this time- or eggs anyone could mistake for a gold. Mithras liked that about this clutch. Every egg would get its share of attention, without candidates feeling the social pressure to pay extra mind to a potential future queen.
Mithras started with a small, brown egg.
"Your name, the Budding Hero, is perfect for an egg, you know that?" Mithras said, as she placed her palm on its shell, "Because all candidates are kind of budding heroes, right? Even the ones who don't ever become riders can help in the infirmary and the lower caverns, which is part of saving Pern too."
Mithras' third gold clutch at Fort was the smallest she had stood for. Thirteen eggs, for the lot of them- and however many more the searchriders brought in.
Mithras was still young, with many turns of clutches ahead of her, but it seemed cruel for the older candidates that there were so few eggs for so many candidates. Mithras didn't understand why anyone had to age out. If she was in charge of candidacy, she'd have let anyone who wanted to stand. What was so magical about turning thirty that made one less ready to be a dragonrider?
Mithras swallowed the thought, for once, as she bowed to the parents, newly cautious of their teeth and claws after the candidates' recent misadventures.
There weren't any gold eggs this time- or eggs anyone could mistake for a gold. Mithras liked that about this clutch. Every egg would get its share of attention, without candidates feeling the social pressure to pay extra mind to a potential future queen.
Mithras started with a small, brown egg.
"Your name, the Budding Hero, is perfect for an egg, you know that?" Mithras said, as she placed her palm on its shell, "Because all candidates are kind of budding heroes, right? Even the ones who don't ever become riders can help in the infirmary and the lower caverns, which is part of saving Pern too."
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Agenothree - Peacekeeper
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Candidate Timon - Touching Spare Egg
Timon was optimistic and confident as he strutted into Fort's hatching grounds, though he wasn't sure whether or not he felt it. For Turns, he'd stood, hopeful. And for Turns, he'd been unchosen and left behind. It was his twentieth summer. Part of him realized he was entering a new chapter of his life, growing from a boy to a man. Surviving whers attacking unscathed while his classmates suffered severe injury and some died...it went to show he couldn't rely on dumb luck; he had to step up and act his age. What dragon would want a Candidate who couldn't be serious worth a shard?
Deciding he did feel those things, Timon bowed respectfully for both clutchparents, as he'd learned and practiced for Turns. "Thanks, both of you, for letting us see your eggs," he said in greeting before walking toward her waiting eggs, grinning at his classmates in passing. A large white egg caught his eye, an oddity among others so brightly colored and decorated. Yes, that'd be his first. Placing a light hand on a plain shell, he regarded Serapheth's Spare Egg for a moment before he said what first occurred to him. "I don't care that you're called a spare," Timon insisted. "I'd put my marks on you!"
Timon was optimistic and confident as he strutted into Fort's hatching grounds, though he wasn't sure whether or not he felt it. For Turns, he'd stood, hopeful. And for Turns, he'd been unchosen and left behind. It was his twentieth summer. Part of him realized he was entering a new chapter of his life, growing from a boy to a man. Surviving whers attacking unscathed while his classmates suffered severe injury and some died...it went to show he couldn't rely on dumb luck; he had to step up and act his age. What dragon would want a Candidate who couldn't be serious worth a shard?
Deciding he did feel those things, Timon bowed respectfully for both clutchparents, as he'd learned and practiced for Turns. "Thanks, both of you, for letting us see your eggs," he said in greeting before walking toward her waiting eggs, grinning at his classmates in passing. A large white egg caught his eye, an oddity among others so brightly colored and decorated. Yes, that'd be his first. Placing a light hand on a plain shell, he regarded Serapheth's Spare Egg for a moment before he said what first occurred to him. "I don't care that you're called a spare," Timon insisted. "I'd put my marks on you!"
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Kitarial - Candidate
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Candidate Bede- Touching the Bewitching Dame
Clutches had come and gone since Bede had come to Fort, and by now the young man knew what to expect of a touching. Nothing was really difficult, so long as nobody deliberately caused an issue. Bowing to the clutchparents without hesitation as he entered the sands, he considered for just a moment before heading to the Bewitching Dame egg.
The rich purple color was among his favorites, and he knew it was silly, but he still wanted to touch the egg anyways. It was unlikely the bronze or gold he wanted so desperately would be in this egg… but he could still enjoy the egg and its color for now, surely? “Your shell is such a beautiful color. I hope you turn out to be just as beautiful,” he murmured to the egg, not caring for anybody else around him. Most of these fellow candidates weren’t worth his time. Just the eggs.
Clutches had come and gone since Bede had come to Fort, and by now the young man knew what to expect of a touching. Nothing was really difficult, so long as nobody deliberately caused an issue. Bowing to the clutchparents without hesitation as he entered the sands, he considered for just a moment before heading to the Bewitching Dame egg.
The rich purple color was among his favorites, and he knew it was silly, but he still wanted to touch the egg anyways. It was unlikely the bronze or gold he wanted so desperately would be in this egg… but he could still enjoy the egg and its color for now, surely? “Your shell is such a beautiful color. I hope you turn out to be just as beautiful,” he murmured to the egg, not caring for anybody else around him. Most of these fellow candidates weren’t worth his time. Just the eggs.
| High Reaches Blue of Brown Prarirth Cater of Blue Sprath Chuuya of Blue Yask and White Chusk Weyrling Fen of Blue Molloth Tobirama of Blue Edolath Shikamaru of Green Konoith | Fort Weyr Enma of Garnet Enmask Kiyoomi of Brown Chiyamath Genma of Green Hanatarith N’mi of Green Yuiryth Seto of White Bruueyeth Candidate Bede | Semaca Weyr Sanvi of Bronze Sanvisk and Blue Sask A’cheng of Garnet Quebeleth S’ui of Brown Buetoth Ridelle of Blue Pothecath Sakura of Blue Kleeth Deng of Green Engsk Kazuyuki of Green Kazoth |
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Jabberwoky - Thread-Touched
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The Royal Survivor Egg was quite the proud and dutiful-feeling egg. Though it felt no real attachment to Fujin it at least was polite.
The Ice Wall Egg could have bowled Bronson over with how enthusiastic it was in greeting him. Friendly, but overwhelming.
The Royal Bee egg could not give less of a shard that Heiro was there. It rather rudely rejected her.
The Bubbling Brew Egg was quite friendly, very easy to feel, almost like it was hoping someone liked this little egg.
The Flighty Beacon Egg felt like it had a thousand emotions going at once. Happy. Curious. Excited.
The Relaxing Respite Egg seemed to reflect a calmness and a rather easygoing nature. It wasn't going to judge Tygirtaull for thinking this whole affair was stupid.
The Budding Hero Egg almost exploded with excitement. It wanted to be friends with Mithras immediately.
The Spare Egg felt as confident and as strong as any large egg. They were definitely not bothered by the name of the egg. Probably.
The Bewitching Dame Egg felt easy to be around, almost charming to a fault. Something was very enticing about this egg.
The Ice Wall Egg could have bowled Bronson over with how enthusiastic it was in greeting him. Friendly, but overwhelming.
The Royal Bee egg could not give less of a shard that Heiro was there. It rather rudely rejected her.
The Bubbling Brew Egg was quite friendly, very easy to feel, almost like it was hoping someone liked this little egg.
The Flighty Beacon Egg felt like it had a thousand emotions going at once. Happy. Curious. Excited.
The Relaxing Respite Egg seemed to reflect a calmness and a rather easygoing nature. It wasn't going to judge Tygirtaull for thinking this whole affair was stupid.
The Budding Hero Egg almost exploded with excitement. It wanted to be friends with Mithras immediately.
The Spare Egg felt as confident and as strong as any large egg. They were definitely not bothered by the name of the egg. Probably.
The Bewitching Dame Egg felt easy to be around, almost charming to a fault. Something was very enticing about this egg.
| Fort Weyr Senior Weyrwoman Tuckal of Gold Serapheth [White Journey] Weyrlingmaster Lexien of Brown Mikazuchith Hollow of Brown Bysalth Ni'all of Brown Calyptrath Wa'en of Brown Galahath Alphinaud of Green Koth Playne of Green Iosefkath Vartin of Amethyst Vartisk and Garnet Varsk [Bone Otani] Journeyman Scribe Urianger | Semaca Weyr Hecate of Almandine Cabadath D'ryu of Bronze Cyroth Persephone of Green Amauroth [Brown Bitey] [Blue Paladin] Quatre of Green Wynleth [White Sandrock] Majima of Brown Majimask Weyrling Ke'ro of Green Ossabhath Candidate Pierrick Dragonless Time Journeyman Carpenter/Sailor Wojchek | High Reaches Weyr G'li of Bronze Ereborth Lelouch of Blue Isith [Gold Banshee] Lobelia of Blue Imeterth Datte of White Tarith [Green Illium] Weyrling Zoh'tof Brown Lannith Lanselot of Brown Selosk JM Healer Vallauris [Gold Aether] Holder Xander [Bronze Siegfried] [Blue Laslow] [Green Peri] Wherling Mori of Gold Morsk Weyrbrat Viola [Garnet Ultima] Candidate Clive [Gold Phoenix] [Brown Ifrit] [Blue Ramuh] [Green Garuda] [Green Shiva] Weyrfolk Daosea |
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nineofswords - Peacekeeper
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Candidate Bronson - touching the Royal Survivor egg
Bronson was radiating pride and smugness. Would you look at that? The first egg he'd touched at his first bronze-sired clutch was going to be his egg. Well, of course it was, it had to be; it was the largest of the clutch! He probably shouldn't be surprised, though. After all, his father had been a particularly important bronzerider. Bronson was destined to follow in his footsteps. That was how these sorts of things worked, after all. It was why all children of the Weyr were allowed to stand for impression, because it was assumed they must be the children of at least one rider, and thus inherently worthy.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you at the hatching, then," he told the egg, giving it a pat. We're going to make a GREAT pair, you and I, he told it. He wanted to stand by his egg, to tell people not to bother, but the candidatemasters didn't like that sort of showboating, so he should probably go say hello to the other eggs, to his bronze's clutchmates.
He made his way to the Royal Survivor egg next. 'Royal' meant there might be a queen inside of it, right? That, or its size maybe made it a bronze? Either way, it would be the equal of Bronson's new mount, so best to be polite to it. "Hey," he said, placing his hands on its shell. You should probably know that I've already found my partner, he told it silently, making a self-important sniffing sound. But you seem like a pretty cool egg yourself.
Candidate Heiro - touching the Spare egg
Heiro recoiled from the egg's rejection. She blinked a few times, trying to get her emotions under control. She hadn't been expecting such an immediate or final response. Had...had the searchdragons been wrong? Maybe she wasn't actually suitable to be a dragonrider...
She took a shaky breath. It was one egg. One egg out of fourteen. If she wasn't suitable, if a mistake had been made, surely someone would've said something by now. It didn't make her feel better, but it gave her the resolve to stay on the sands and find another egg she wanted to touch rather than running crying to her room.
She decided she wouldn't try to figure out which of the eggs were golds or bronzes and instead just be herself. The egg she'd most noticed was the Spare egg, so she went towards it. It was plain, almost drab compared to its siblings, and its name reflected as much. Heiro knew how that felt, to be upstaged by one's siblings at every turn, to be overlooked and thought of as an unnecessary extra. So once more, she knelt in the sand before the egg and put her hands on it. "I don't think it's fair, the name your eggshell has been given," she told it quietly. "Just because it's not as colorful as the other eggs in this clutch doesn't mean you're not important. When you hatch, you're going to change someone's entire life forever. There is nothing extraneous about that. Remember that you're special too, that you have worth." It was easier for Heiro to tell that to someone else than it was to remember it for her own sake. All the same, though, she hoped it would make the dragonet inside feel better. And she hoped...she hoped the searchdragon had not been wrong about her, that she would not be summarily rejected a second time.
Bronson was radiating pride and smugness. Would you look at that? The first egg he'd touched at his first bronze-sired clutch was going to be his egg. Well, of course it was, it had to be; it was the largest of the clutch! He probably shouldn't be surprised, though. After all, his father had been a particularly important bronzerider. Bronson was destined to follow in his footsteps. That was how these sorts of things worked, after all. It was why all children of the Weyr were allowed to stand for impression, because it was assumed they must be the children of at least one rider, and thus inherently worthy.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you at the hatching, then," he told the egg, giving it a pat. We're going to make a GREAT pair, you and I, he told it. He wanted to stand by his egg, to tell people not to bother, but the candidatemasters didn't like that sort of showboating, so he should probably go say hello to the other eggs, to his bronze's clutchmates.
He made his way to the Royal Survivor egg next. 'Royal' meant there might be a queen inside of it, right? That, or its size maybe made it a bronze? Either way, it would be the equal of Bronson's new mount, so best to be polite to it. "Hey," he said, placing his hands on its shell. You should probably know that I've already found my partner, he told it silently, making a self-important sniffing sound. But you seem like a pretty cool egg yourself.
Candidate Heiro - touching the Spare egg
Heiro recoiled from the egg's rejection. She blinked a few times, trying to get her emotions under control. She hadn't been expecting such an immediate or final response. Had...had the searchdragons been wrong? Maybe she wasn't actually suitable to be a dragonrider...
She took a shaky breath. It was one egg. One egg out of fourteen. If she wasn't suitable, if a mistake had been made, surely someone would've said something by now. It didn't make her feel better, but it gave her the resolve to stay on the sands and find another egg she wanted to touch rather than running crying to her room.
She decided she wouldn't try to figure out which of the eggs were golds or bronzes and instead just be herself. The egg she'd most noticed was the Spare egg, so she went towards it. It was plain, almost drab compared to its siblings, and its name reflected as much. Heiro knew how that felt, to be upstaged by one's siblings at every turn, to be overlooked and thought of as an unnecessary extra. So once more, she knelt in the sand before the egg and put her hands on it. "I don't think it's fair, the name your eggshell has been given," she told it quietly. "Just because it's not as colorful as the other eggs in this clutch doesn't mean you're not important. When you hatch, you're going to change someone's entire life forever. There is nothing extraneous about that. Remember that you're special too, that you have worth." It was easier for Heiro to tell that to someone else than it was to remember it for her own sake. All the same, though, she hoped it would make the dragonet inside feel better. And she hoped...she hoped the searchdragon had not been wrong about her, that she would not be summarily rejected a second time.
| Fort L'fy of Brown Dioth B'layk of Blue Radarth Wingsecond G'las of Green Quenith | Dazzle (flit) Y'olai of White Tsukasath Jackrum of Brown Krusk Columbo of Blue Lumsk Attolia of Cinder Attolisk Ronica of White Onisk and Brown Osk Assistant Headwoman Houlihan | Soldier (flit) Candidate Bronson | Apolline (flit) Candidate Heiro | Thetis (flit) | High Reaches Dani of Bronze Bladeth | Ceecee (flit) Barca of Brown Brynth Healer's Wingleader Y'ang of Brown Kullilth | Bokhee (flit) Elross of Blue Hisahith Weyrling Ry'n of Green Yuelith Dukat of Bronze Dusk Maritza of Garnet Arisk Ennis of Green Ennisk and Green Szensk Weyrfolk Anabella Candidate Miguel Candidate Nayru Wher Candidate Haron | Semaca M'ten of Garnet Noggoth Weyrleader B'ram of Blue Sininulth | Sunrise (flit) Bre'q of Blue Ostoriath D'ax of Blue Firarith | Kahless (flit) F'lin of Green Eraelth | Rusty (flit) Tychon of Green Ezanath | Thalassa Narcissa (bird) Weyrling S'ra of White Moggeth Dunsmith of Brown Dunsk | Filly (flit) Rosethorn of Garnet Thornsk and Brown Rosesk Candidate Hamuntep |
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FirebrandPhlox - Weyrling
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Candidate Costanza - Touching Stunning Harper Egg
Costanza walked away from the Bubbling Brew egg, pleased that the interaction seemed to have gone pretty well. The egg had given off an aura of friendliness, and hadn't outright rejected him. Still, it was best for his chances that he touch as many eggs as possible, to reach out to each of the dragonettes in case one of them was the one who would be his partner. He didn't even want to consider the possibility of none of them being a suitable match for him.
He continued to another of the smaller eggs, still hoping that perhaps he'd end up with a green or a blue, nothing too flashy. He approached the Stunning Harper Egg and again placed his hand carefully along the shell.
"Hey there little one, I'm Costanza." He said softly to the egg. He continued to speak out loud, wanting to make sure that the egg could hear him, not trusting his thoughts to project through to the dragon growing inside. "I'm looking forward to meeting you soon. Maybe you'll be my partner?" He asked with a hopeful lift in his voice.
Costanza walked away from the Bubbling Brew egg, pleased that the interaction seemed to have gone pretty well. The egg had given off an aura of friendliness, and hadn't outright rejected him. Still, it was best for his chances that he touch as many eggs as possible, to reach out to each of the dragonettes in case one of them was the one who would be his partner. He didn't even want to consider the possibility of none of them being a suitable match for him.
He continued to another of the smaller eggs, still hoping that perhaps he'd end up with a green or a blue, nothing too flashy. He approached the Stunning Harper Egg and again placed his hand carefully along the shell.
"Hey there little one, I'm Costanza." He said softly to the egg. He continued to speak out loud, wanting to make sure that the egg could hear him, not trusting his thoughts to project through to the dragon growing inside. "I'm looking forward to meeting you soon. Maybe you'll be my partner?" He asked with a hopeful lift in his voice.
| FORT WEYR M'lcolm of Bronze Burranth Elvira of Green Algonquinth || Suspiria Chess of Brown Kichsk Aneesa Costanza || Babu | HIGH REACHES WEYR Shr'k of Bronze Donketh Raev of Garnet Rask Sheridan | SEMACA WEYR Weyrling Quentin of Brown Torrigath K'mina of Garnet Gurrenth || Lagann Mawkin of Garnet Mawsk Brabbop Phelps |
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EW-NA - Wingleader
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Tygirtaull - Touching the Double Vision Egg
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Whoa!
For a moment, Tygir was sure he'd felt... something from touching that brown egg. Naaah, it was just a trick of the mind~ He'd simply bought into the sensation of all this. It was easy to think things were reacting to you when you freaking talked to them first. He was just feeling nice because he was playing along, certainly not from an egg making him feel such.
Tygir stood up to move to another egg, happy to waste the time like the rest. This was still better than the lessons with reading and memorizing. Though, once again he scowled as he looked down and noticed all the sand clinging to his pants and boots.
Forksin rock bits.
Still attempting to keep his cool, Tygir managed his way to a smaller sort of egg. Dull purple with mirrored colored markings, he set his hand over the Double Vision Egg. A snarky twist pulled at the corner of his lips, still finding amusement in the absurdity of all this.
Did people really think the eggs would talk back to them? What would they even have to say- 'Help! It's too dark and cramped in here!!'
Tygir could buy into the joke though. "So what do you have to say then, Two-Tone? Hear any good gossip?" He could barely say it with a straight face.
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Whoa!
For a moment, Tygir was sure he'd felt... something from touching that brown egg. Naaah, it was just a trick of the mind~ He'd simply bought into the sensation of all this. It was easy to think things were reacting to you when you freaking talked to them first. He was just feeling nice because he was playing along, certainly not from an egg making him feel such.
Tygir stood up to move to another egg, happy to waste the time like the rest. This was still better than the lessons with reading and memorizing. Though, once again he scowled as he looked down and noticed all the sand clinging to his pants and boots.
Forksin rock bits.
Still attempting to keep his cool, Tygir managed his way to a smaller sort of egg. Dull purple with mirrored colored markings, he set his hand over the Double Vision Egg. A snarky twist pulled at the corner of his lips, still finding amusement in the absurdity of all this.
Did people really think the eggs would talk back to them? What would they even have to say- 'Help! It's too dark and cramped in here!!'
Tygir could buy into the joke though. "So what do you have to say then, Two-Tone? Hear any good gossip?" He could barely say it with a straight face.
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Windra - Wingrider
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Candidate Liurnia - Touching Double Vision, tag Tygir
Oh heck yeah! Liurnia felt that briefest connection and pushed back against it with her own excited eagerness. "Man I bet you can't wait to come out," she told the shell with a healthy rap against its hard exterior. "Wait 'til ya see what Pern's gotta offer!"
She didn't linger - not that she wanted to. There were so many more eggs all around! So much potential, and all these little guys hiding out of view. Were they really gonna grow into monsters like their mum? Size-wise, she meant. Hopefully not actual monsters. Aw heck.
She started for the Double Vision egg just when the other guy showed up, but didn't bat much of an eye when he got there first. Instead she slid up next to him, catching the last bits of his words as she pressed her hand on the shell beside him.
"Scoot over, snaggletooth," she jested with a flashy grin. "Y'know they ain't actually gonna talk atcha, right? You like ... feel it. I betcha this one's got a dual personality or sumthin'. Would suit the name, yeah?"
Oh heck yeah! Liurnia felt that briefest connection and pushed back against it with her own excited eagerness. "Man I bet you can't wait to come out," she told the shell with a healthy rap against its hard exterior. "Wait 'til ya see what Pern's gotta offer!"
She didn't linger - not that she wanted to. There were so many more eggs all around! So much potential, and all these little guys hiding out of view. Were they really gonna grow into monsters like their mum? Size-wise, she meant. Hopefully not actual monsters. Aw heck.
She started for the Double Vision egg just when the other guy showed up, but didn't bat much of an eye when he got there first. Instead she slid up next to him, catching the last bits of his words as she pressed her hand on the shell beside him.
"Scoot over, snaggletooth," she jested with a flashy grin. "Y'know they ain't actually gonna talk atcha, right? You like ... feel it. I betcha this one's got a dual personality or sumthin'. Would suit the name, yeah?"
| Fort Weyr Cr'dile of Brown Dazth [Buggy] Sh'ggy of Garnet Scrappith [Scoob] A'ksei of Blue Amishuth E'lis of Green Plemeth Holt of White Raidoth {Cheddar} Candidate Retsuko [FoxFire] Candidate Welleue |Ophelia| Candidate Liurnia | High Reaches Weyr Sc'let of Brown Edwyth Weyrling F'yore of Garnet Geminith [Tangeream] Adair of Green Alsetth [Glitz] Saori of White Orisk Weyrbrat Sasha [Whirly] | Semaca Weyr Naira of Green Naath [Beakman] {Radar} Devon of White Maynarth Zinaida of Brown Zinsk [Scone] Traze of Garnet Azesk [Starspawn] Radagast of Blue Radask Worrell of Green Worrsk {Rimshot} Head Cook Senshi [Turmeric] [Parsley] Candidate Petraxen [Honeysuckle] |
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Arcane - Thread Conqueror
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Mithras- Touching Ice Wall
Mithras wanted to be this egg's friend too- whatever sort of dragon it was. She beamed at it and gave it a final fond stroke. A good heart, a promising name and such a warm personality...This egg would undoubtedly catch the eye of many a candidate.
But she had been the first to touch it. It had wanted to be her friend first.
Did that count for something or were dragons too fair to be swayed by such factors?
Regardless, there were more eggs to touch, each of which deserved Mithras' full attention. It wasn't fair to greet them while still yearning for their sibling.
So she tried her best to clear her mind of the little egg as she approached an egg that was all but its opposite- its colors blue and cold, instead of warm, the largest egg on the sands.
"Nice to meet you. You're the biggest egg of this clutch, you know, but I hope you don't think that means you have to take care of everyone else. You and your siblings all have your talents and I hope you all learn to work together as equals."
Mithras wanted to be this egg's friend too- whatever sort of dragon it was. She beamed at it and gave it a final fond stroke. A good heart, a promising name and such a warm personality...This egg would undoubtedly catch the eye of many a candidate.
But she had been the first to touch it. It had wanted to be her friend first.
Did that count for something or were dragons too fair to be swayed by such factors?
Regardless, there were more eggs to touch, each of which deserved Mithras' full attention. It wasn't fair to greet them while still yearning for their sibling.
So she tried her best to clear her mind of the little egg as she approached an egg that was all but its opposite- its colors blue and cold, instead of warm, the largest egg on the sands.
"Nice to meet you. You're the biggest egg of this clutch, you know, but I hope you don't think that means you have to take care of everyone else. You and your siblings all have your talents and I hope you all learn to work together as equals."
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