I believe in fantasies invisible to me
In the land of misery I'm searchin' for the sign
To the door of mystery and dignity
I'm wandering down, and searchin' down the secret sun
Come with me in the twilight of a summer night for awhile
Tell me of a story never ever told in the past
Take me back to the land
Where my yearnings were born
The key to open the door is in your hand
Now take me there
to the land of twilight
The sun was setting, twilight falling across the Weyr.
Tuckal could feel building pressure in the air, and a brief step outside the hatching grounds proved it. She could see a wall of storm clouds beyond the ridges of the Fireheights, and she just shook her head, making her way back inside. She really, really hoped these eggs were going to pop soon. Another day on the sands felt like it was going to be terrible. The winter storms were never good even on a good day, but she felt this was going to be a terrible one.
Serapheth was also feeling fairly restless. She was hungry. She was tired. She was more irritable than normal. Both of them seemed to be tired of this, and usually around this time it meant the eggs were going to break. Fortunately, as the small gold was moving her eggs around again, she stopped.
Tuckal perked up, hoping that this was it.
Is it time?
Then she saw the Entangled Gems start to move, shaking back and forth with a determination that only came from a hatching dragonet. Finally!
Serapheth began to hum, the force reverberating through Tuckal's very bones. It spread rapidly through the Weyr, dragons and firelizards all humming in tune with the Senior Queen.
To the sands! The eggs are hatching ahead of the storm, and I will accept no delays! To the sands, candidates! She bellowed to the Weyr, calling all to see the future, calling candidates to find their destiny.
The Peacekeepers Age
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[Hatching] A Million Marks and a Dream
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Jabberwoky - Thread-Touched
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- Location: The Churning Mists
[Hatching] A Million Marks and a Dream
| 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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Windra - Wingsecond
- Posts: 501
- Joined: Sat Aug 05, 2023 8:24 pm
- Location: North Carolina
Candidate Liurnia - OPEN
Today was the day.
She totally knew it.
There was a buzz in the air that was hard to comprehend, and it wasn't coming from all that static of a thunderstorm looming off in the distance - though it would be kinda appropriate for the dragon babies to ride in on the waves of thunder, wouldn't it? Nah, nah ... All the Weyr was aware, seemingly. The dragons were. The fire-lizards were certainly spruced up, too, though they avoided the Hatching Cavern at all costs. Liurnia couldn't blame them. Serapheth was scary. Scarier than the Red Star.
So here was the ex-harper, downing mug after mug of hot, steaming k'lah. SHe ... tactfully dodged her duties under the notion that those eggs could be splitting open at any second. Except 'any second' started to look more and more like a ... well, night-time event. When the k'lah started wearing off, she'd down another. Multiple trips to the wash room, for sure. And jittery nerves not from anxiety. When dusk claimed the skies, Liurnia was positively twitching.
Ah, the k'lah crash was gonna be a game changer tonight.
Never! Another mug.
And finally ... humming!
Because she definitely had not been strutting about in her Candidate robes all day, Liurnia booked it to the Hatching Grounds. She wasn't gentle about it either - pushing and shoving to get through the crowds with passive, "'Scuze me!"s and "Pardon!"s until the blistering sands were felt beneath her sandals and she could see those beautiful eggsies lolling from side to side and - LOOK! One was getting ready to hatch already! Couldn't they have been called down earlier?!
Those were words she did not dare voice, because Serapheth would most certainly chomp her down to her mid-drift. Speaking of ... Liurnia made a long, sweeping bow to the queen. "It's a beautiful evening, my Queen!" And to Wyrmeth, that big beautiful boy that was all sorts of silvery. "I'm eager to see what your children look like!"
See? She could have ... some manners!
And off she scuttled to join the other Candidates. But not before picking Bronson out of the crowd to shoot him a glare. Get bitten by a tunnelsnake, Bronson.
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Dual Wher Candidate Retsuko - Open
Retsuko was a little less enthused to join the crowd. But not because she feared Serapheth. She feared the hateful looks that might fire off her way upon entrance, particularly from Heiro. The girl blamed herself for the latter's injury and, most certainly, that was something they both had in common.
It's okay ... That's what she tried to tell herself, at least. She wasn't going to be standing down there with the others. Not here, not now. There was ... something waiting for her back in the Candidate Barracks. Something large and oval-ish. And it, too, felt on the verge of breaking free tonight. But not yet.
Her folks were there to watch it for a bit while Retsuko respectfully attended the possible Impression of her classmates. This was not something she would miss, and even if she got to see only a little bit before the wher emerged into the world and she'd have to vacate early ... that was okay. She joined the stands, looking for others she might know. Mackenzie? Where was Mackenzie? She also scouted for Estelle. The candidatemaster knew of her most recent acquisition. Most of the others did, too. Not like you could hide a wher egg in barracks ...
Retsuko found a place to sit when her eyes could not find either. One hand rested upon her dud of an arm, unconsciously stroking it as if that would alleviate the chronic pain it was plagued with: one of the many reminders of what she was choosing to become the handler of.
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E'lis of Green Plemeth, Cr'dile of Brown Dazth, A'ksei of Blue Amishuth, Sh'ggy of Garnet Scrappith, Holt of White Raidoth, Wher Candidate Welleue - All OPEN, take your pick
There were others filtering into the stands, as well. None would miss this chance to witness Serapheth's kin birthing into the world - even if they had failed to catch the maiden in her Flight. Cr'dile may have felt bitter about it, but what was done was done at this point. He made a brief show of bowing his head to Tuckal and sat amongst the others. Dazth, ever the guardian, prowled the Grounds' ledge on the watch for interlopers. Fort Weyr's history was unfortunate, and if the brown could prevent anything out of the ordinary from happening, he would.
He was joined by glamorous Amishuth, diligent Raidoth, brash Scrappith and keen Plemeth. Their riders all took their place among the Sands. Assistant Weyrleader Holt perhaps went the extra step of making a very delicate bow directly to Serapheth - though not entering the Sands himself - and Tuckal. He joined his weyrmate in the stands where they locked hands.
Welleue was there, as well. It would be hard to miss that daunting figure. Even sitting down, they were one in a million amongst the crowd - tall as could be.
Today was the day.
She totally knew it.
There was a buzz in the air that was hard to comprehend, and it wasn't coming from all that static of a thunderstorm looming off in the distance - though it would be kinda appropriate for the dragon babies to ride in on the waves of thunder, wouldn't it? Nah, nah ... All the Weyr was aware, seemingly. The dragons were. The fire-lizards were certainly spruced up, too, though they avoided the Hatching Cavern at all costs. Liurnia couldn't blame them. Serapheth was scary. Scarier than the Red Star.
So here was the ex-harper, downing mug after mug of hot, steaming k'lah. SHe ... tactfully dodged her duties under the notion that those eggs could be splitting open at any second. Except 'any second' started to look more and more like a ... well, night-time event. When the k'lah started wearing off, she'd down another. Multiple trips to the wash room, for sure. And jittery nerves not from anxiety. When dusk claimed the skies, Liurnia was positively twitching.
Ah, the k'lah crash was gonna be a game changer tonight.
Never! Another mug.
And finally ... humming!
Because she definitely had not been strutting about in her Candidate robes all day, Liurnia booked it to the Hatching Grounds. She wasn't gentle about it either - pushing and shoving to get through the crowds with passive, "'Scuze me!"s and "Pardon!"s until the blistering sands were felt beneath her sandals and she could see those beautiful eggsies lolling from side to side and - LOOK! One was getting ready to hatch already! Couldn't they have been called down earlier?!
Those were words she did not dare voice, because Serapheth would most certainly chomp her down to her mid-drift. Speaking of ... Liurnia made a long, sweeping bow to the queen. "It's a beautiful evening, my Queen!" And to Wyrmeth, that big beautiful boy that was all sorts of silvery. "I'm eager to see what your children look like!"
See? She could have ... some manners!
And off she scuttled to join the other Candidates. But not before picking Bronson out of the crowd to shoot him a glare. Get bitten by a tunnelsnake, Bronson.
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Retsuko was a little less enthused to join the crowd. But not because she feared Serapheth. She feared the hateful looks that might fire off her way upon entrance, particularly from Heiro. The girl blamed herself for the latter's injury and, most certainly, that was something they both had in common.
It's okay ... That's what she tried to tell herself, at least. She wasn't going to be standing down there with the others. Not here, not now. There was ... something waiting for her back in the Candidate Barracks. Something large and oval-ish. And it, too, felt on the verge of breaking free tonight. But not yet.
Her folks were there to watch it for a bit while Retsuko respectfully attended the possible Impression of her classmates. This was not something she would miss, and even if she got to see only a little bit before the wher emerged into the world and she'd have to vacate early ... that was okay. She joined the stands, looking for others she might know. Mackenzie? Where was Mackenzie? She also scouted for Estelle. The candidatemaster knew of her most recent acquisition. Most of the others did, too. Not like you could hide a wher egg in barracks ...
Retsuko found a place to sit when her eyes could not find either. One hand rested upon her dud of an arm, unconsciously stroking it as if that would alleviate the chronic pain it was plagued with: one of the many reminders of what she was choosing to become the handler of.
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E'lis of Green Plemeth, Cr'dile of Brown Dazth, A'ksei of Blue Amishuth, Sh'ggy of Garnet Scrappith, Holt of White Raidoth, Wher Candidate Welleue - All OPEN, take your pick
There were others filtering into the stands, as well. None would miss this chance to witness Serapheth's kin birthing into the world - even if they had failed to catch the maiden in her Flight. Cr'dile may have felt bitter about it, but what was done was done at this point. He made a brief show of bowing his head to Tuckal and sat amongst the others. Dazth, ever the guardian, prowled the Grounds' ledge on the watch for interlopers. Fort Weyr's history was unfortunate, and if the brown could prevent anything out of the ordinary from happening, he would.
He was joined by glamorous Amishuth, diligent Raidoth, brash Scrappith and keen Plemeth. Their riders all took their place among the Sands. Assistant Weyrleader Holt perhaps went the extra step of making a very delicate bow directly to Serapheth - though not entering the Sands himself - and Tuckal. He joined his weyrmate in the stands where they locked hands.
Welleue was there, as well. It would be hard to miss that daunting figure. Even sitting down, they were one in a million amongst the crowd - tall as could be.
| Fort Weyr Cr'dile of Brown Dazth [Buggy] Weyrling L'rnia of Brown Bubovirith Sh'ggy of Garnet Scrappith [Scoob] A'ksei of Blue Amishuth E'lis of Green Plemeth Holt of White Raidoth {Cheddar} Wherling Retsuko of Green Tsusk [FoxFire] Candidate Welleue |Ophelia| | High Reaches Weyr Sc'let of Brown Edwyth Weyrling F'yore of Garnet Geminith [Tangeream] Adair of Green Alsetth [Glitz] Saori of White Orisk Candidate Mukadi 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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FirebrandPhlox - Weyrling
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Candidate Costanza - Open
Costanza heard the call for candidates to come to the sands, and shot up from the chair he had been sitting in. This was it. This was the day that would either see him become a rider, or the day he would have to face reality and make a difficult choice about his future path. With shaky hands, he changed into his white candidate robes, fingers fumbling every step of the way.
Babu chirped at his bonded, concerned over the nerves Costanza was projecting. The blue flit landed on his shoulder, and nuzzled Costanza’s neck, trying to comfort him.
”I’m sorry, buddy. You have to stay here,” Costanza said, gently lifting the firelizard from his shoulder. ”They told us Serapheth doesn’t like flits at her hatchings, so you have to stay here. You can join me at the feast afterwards, ok? Hopefully we’ll have a new partner, too.”
Babu huffed, but complied. He glided over to Costanza’s bed, curling up on the pillow. He gave his human one more concerned look before closing his eyes, settling in for a nap. Costanza wished he could bring the flit along, but didn’t want to do anything that might offend or anger the Queen Gold.
He wiped his sweaty palms on his robes as he approached the hatching sands. While the weather at the weyr was currently fine, he could see the approaching storm in the distance. He shivered as he walked onto the sands, hoping the storm was not an omen of what was to come.
The sands seemed much more imposing than they had when he and his classmates had come for the touching. Now there was an audience. Bowing nervously to Serapheth, Costanza hoped his thinning hair wasn’t too obvious to the spectators in the stands. Even with all the anxiety and pressure of standing, he still was concerned about his hairline. Rising from his bow, he took his place near the front of the sands, close to the eggs. He needed to make sure he was the first one the dragonettes saw as they hatched, he couldn’t risk his dragon seeing there was a better option before impressing to him.
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Candidate Aneesa - Open
Aneesa had been unable to think about much besides the eggs ever since the Touching. Though she had a limited opportunity to interact with the eggs, she liked them, and was eager to meet the dragons inside. When the call was sent for candidates to come to the sands, she was quickly changing into her white robes. She had never seen a hatching before, much less stood for one, but she was carefully going through all the instructions that had been drilled into her by the candidatemaster. Wear the candidate robes. Politely greet Serapheth when you make it to the sands. No fighting with the other candidates.
That was simple enough to follow. There might have been a few other notes, but those were the important ones. As she walked to the sands, she noted the brewing storm in the distance. She hoped it didn’t hit before the hatching concluded. It was supposed to be a joyous day of celebration, and a storm would only put a damper on the festivities.
”Thank you for allowing us to stand,” Aneesa said to Serapheth as she bowed to the Queen. That should be polite enough. She didn’t want to linger, not when the sands were already buzzing with energy from the crowd and the other candidates. She made her way towards the back of the sands, just to make sure none of the other candidates clung to the edges and missed their opportunity to participate.
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M’lcolm of Bronze Burranth - Open
”Well, would you look at that? Sounds like those eggs are, uh, finally hatching.” M’lcolm said, looking up from the reports he had been sorting through. ”Shall we go see those little rascals?” He asked Burranth. He was already getting up from his chair, knowing what the answer would be.
Of course I want to see them hatch! I wouldn’t want to miss seeing those cute little dragonettes, especially from our Queen’s clutch. Burranth told his rider, his tone playful and excited. For as serious and steady a bronze he could be, he enjoyed festivities, especially hatchings. He had a bit of a weak spot for cute things, and dragonettes were definitely cute.
M’lcolm chuckled as he changed into something more appropriate for the occasion. He settled on a black tunic with fine silver embroidery and a matching pair of trousers. Burranth swished his tail impatiently while M’lcolm preened himself. The rider had to look good, after all. Though Burranth had not won this flight, there was always a chance in the future that he could become Weyrleader, and he wanted to make sure he looked the part.
When he was finally happy with his appearance, he climbed on Burranth’s back, and the bronze lifted them up into the sky. Burranth quickly made his way to the hatching sands, not wanting to miss any of the eggs hatching, in case one of the dragonettes was extra eager to escape their shell.
Landing in the higher part of the stands, Burrnath settled in to watch as M’lcolm slid off his back and took a seat of his own. ”Oh good, we haven’t missed any of the excitement yet, he commented to the person sitting next to him. ”Do you think any of them will, eh, inherent their mother’s temperament?”
Costanza heard the call for candidates to come to the sands, and shot up from the chair he had been sitting in. This was it. This was the day that would either see him become a rider, or the day he would have to face reality and make a difficult choice about his future path. With shaky hands, he changed into his white candidate robes, fingers fumbling every step of the way.
Babu chirped at his bonded, concerned over the nerves Costanza was projecting. The blue flit landed on his shoulder, and nuzzled Costanza’s neck, trying to comfort him.
”I’m sorry, buddy. You have to stay here,” Costanza said, gently lifting the firelizard from his shoulder. ”They told us Serapheth doesn’t like flits at her hatchings, so you have to stay here. You can join me at the feast afterwards, ok? Hopefully we’ll have a new partner, too.”
Babu huffed, but complied. He glided over to Costanza’s bed, curling up on the pillow. He gave his human one more concerned look before closing his eyes, settling in for a nap. Costanza wished he could bring the flit along, but didn’t want to do anything that might offend or anger the Queen Gold.
He wiped his sweaty palms on his robes as he approached the hatching sands. While the weather at the weyr was currently fine, he could see the approaching storm in the distance. He shivered as he walked onto the sands, hoping the storm was not an omen of what was to come.
The sands seemed much more imposing than they had when he and his classmates had come for the touching. Now there was an audience. Bowing nervously to Serapheth, Costanza hoped his thinning hair wasn’t too obvious to the spectators in the stands. Even with all the anxiety and pressure of standing, he still was concerned about his hairline. Rising from his bow, he took his place near the front of the sands, close to the eggs. He needed to make sure he was the first one the dragonettes saw as they hatched, he couldn’t risk his dragon seeing there was a better option before impressing to him.
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Candidate Aneesa - Open
Aneesa had been unable to think about much besides the eggs ever since the Touching. Though she had a limited opportunity to interact with the eggs, she liked them, and was eager to meet the dragons inside. When the call was sent for candidates to come to the sands, she was quickly changing into her white robes. She had never seen a hatching before, much less stood for one, but she was carefully going through all the instructions that had been drilled into her by the candidatemaster. Wear the candidate robes. Politely greet Serapheth when you make it to the sands. No fighting with the other candidates.
That was simple enough to follow. There might have been a few other notes, but those were the important ones. As she walked to the sands, she noted the brewing storm in the distance. She hoped it didn’t hit before the hatching concluded. It was supposed to be a joyous day of celebration, and a storm would only put a damper on the festivities.
”Thank you for allowing us to stand,” Aneesa said to Serapheth as she bowed to the Queen. That should be polite enough. She didn’t want to linger, not when the sands were already buzzing with energy from the crowd and the other candidates. She made her way towards the back of the sands, just to make sure none of the other candidates clung to the edges and missed their opportunity to participate.
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M’lcolm of Bronze Burranth - Open
”Well, would you look at that? Sounds like those eggs are, uh, finally hatching.” M’lcolm said, looking up from the reports he had been sorting through. ”Shall we go see those little rascals?” He asked Burranth. He was already getting up from his chair, knowing what the answer would be.
Of course I want to see them hatch! I wouldn’t want to miss seeing those cute little dragonettes, especially from our Queen’s clutch. Burranth told his rider, his tone playful and excited. For as serious and steady a bronze he could be, he enjoyed festivities, especially hatchings. He had a bit of a weak spot for cute things, and dragonettes were definitely cute.
M’lcolm chuckled as he changed into something more appropriate for the occasion. He settled on a black tunic with fine silver embroidery and a matching pair of trousers. Burranth swished his tail impatiently while M’lcolm preened himself. The rider had to look good, after all. Though Burranth had not won this flight, there was always a chance in the future that he could become Weyrleader, and he wanted to make sure he looked the part.
When he was finally happy with his appearance, he climbed on Burranth’s back, and the bronze lifted them up into the sky. Burranth quickly made his way to the hatching sands, not wanting to miss any of the eggs hatching, in case one of the dragonettes was extra eager to escape their shell.
Landing in the higher part of the stands, Burrnath settled in to watch as M’lcolm slid off his back and took a seat of his own. ”Oh good, we haven’t missed any of the excitement yet, he commented to the person sitting next to him. ”Do you think any of them will, eh, inherent their mother’s temperament?”
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Kitarial - Candidate
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- Joined: Tue Mar 01, 2022 11:06 am
Candidate Bede- Open
It was another day of candidacy, and Bede was going through his nightly routines when the call went out. The eggs were hatching, would this finally be his time? A smile making its way to his face, the young man patted Silk as he made his way to pull out his candidate robes and put them on. Perhaps he would finally get his bronze (or gold) and get away from his annoying roommate.
Pulling his robes on, he took his time about everything, making sure his curls were in order and his face was clean. No use going onto the sands looking like a mess, after all. Shaking his head, Bede decided he was ready. Being late was even worse than looking bad, and he had no desire to show up late. Making his way from his room without acknowledging Bronson whatsoever, he reminded Silk to stay in the room.
Finally, he walked to the sands from his room, bowing smartly as he made his way onto the sands. Serapheth was a proud queen, and he was not inclined to get on her bad side by being rude to her. Scanning the area with his eyes, he saw a few candidates already there, and decided to ignore them. Making his way to a spot near the front, where he could easily see the goings-on, he stood at attention, ready to watch the babies hatch.
N’mi of Green Yuiryth - Open
A hatching! New babies to see, and a new chance for the standing candidates. N’mi was practically bursting with energy and excitement as he made his way to the stands to watch, Yuiryth a gentle presence that somewhat tempered how loudly he was wanting to talk and gush. Hatchings were always exciting, and he loved seeing the newly minted weyrlings. The man grinned as he made his way into the stands, sitting down in a random spot. He couldn’t be bothered to pick the best one, as long as he could see the sands!
He didn’t wait for his lovely weyrmate, either, she’d find him if she wanted to watch. Regardless, he watched the candidates as they entered the sands, noting the different ways they acted. Some seemed calm and unflappable, others nervous, or just as excited as he was himself. He couldn’t wait to see what happened!
It was another day of candidacy, and Bede was going through his nightly routines when the call went out. The eggs were hatching, would this finally be his time? A smile making its way to his face, the young man patted Silk as he made his way to pull out his candidate robes and put them on. Perhaps he would finally get his bronze (or gold) and get away from his annoying roommate.
Pulling his robes on, he took his time about everything, making sure his curls were in order and his face was clean. No use going onto the sands looking like a mess, after all. Shaking his head, Bede decided he was ready. Being late was even worse than looking bad, and he had no desire to show up late. Making his way from his room without acknowledging Bronson whatsoever, he reminded Silk to stay in the room.
Finally, he walked to the sands from his room, bowing smartly as he made his way onto the sands. Serapheth was a proud queen, and he was not inclined to get on her bad side by being rude to her. Scanning the area with his eyes, he saw a few candidates already there, and decided to ignore them. Making his way to a spot near the front, where he could easily see the goings-on, he stood at attention, ready to watch the babies hatch.
N’mi of Green Yuiryth - Open
A hatching! New babies to see, and a new chance for the standing candidates. N’mi was practically bursting with energy and excitement as he made his way to the stands to watch, Yuiryth a gentle presence that somewhat tempered how loudly he was wanting to talk and gush. Hatchings were always exciting, and he loved seeing the newly minted weyrlings. The man grinned as he made his way into the stands, sitting down in a random spot. He couldn’t be bothered to pick the best one, as long as he could see the sands!
He didn’t wait for his lovely weyrmate, either, she’d find him if she wanted to watch. Regardless, he watched the candidates as they entered the sands, noting the different ways they acted. Some seemed calm and unflappable, others nervous, or just as excited as he was himself. He couldn’t wait to see what happened!
| 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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MothyCake - Peacekeeper Captain
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- Joined: Tue Jan 08, 2019 12:13 am
Candidate Fujin - Open
Another hatching was underway and the candidate had gotten dressed pretty quickly. He didn't mind if he didn't impress, though there were some people he definitely did not want to share a weyrling class with.
He walked towards the sands, standing a bit far off after bowing and giving his respects to Serapheth.
Now, all he could do was wait.
Candidate Loek - Open, looking for Asch
Loek rushed to the sands as quickly as he could, looking around for his older brother. He hoped they would impress at the same time, though he knew this was unlikely. Regardless, he did want to find his brother, bowing to pay respects to Serapheth before continuing his search.
Another hatching was underway and the candidate had gotten dressed pretty quickly. He didn't mind if he didn't impress, though there were some people he definitely did not want to share a weyrling class with.
He walked towards the sands, standing a bit far off after bowing and giving his respects to Serapheth.
Now, all he could do was wait.
Candidate Loek - Open, looking for Asch
Loek rushed to the sands as quickly as he could, looking around for his older brother. He hoped they would impress at the same time, though he knew this was unlikely. Regardless, he did want to find his brother, bowing to pay respects to Serapheth before continuing his search.
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EW-NA - Wingleader
- Posts: 684
- Joined: Sun Nov 29, 2020 12:45 am
Candidate Tygirtaull - Open
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The entire Weyr seemed to be growing anxious as day after day passed, and the eggs still had yet to give any hint that they were ready. Or, so that's how it felt to Tygir. Having come off the Touching, he'd assumed the eggs would be ready to do their thing in reasonably quick time. Pretty bogus there was even -more waiting-. How much more time did they have to cook?!
Tygir didn't even know why he was bothering to let himself get all worked up about it. There was only 14 eggs there, and a hell of a lot more candidates than that – all hoping to make grabby hands for them. Had anyone asked, he would have admitted that, frankly, he was just looking forward to some of the more obnoxious classmates to move on and graduate. Leave the rest of them without hearing about the bragging and assured impressions and all that wherry-crap.
Tygir certainly wasn't over eager and excited like the lot of them, having got his fill of the dragon eggs. Absolutely not; he was too cool to admit that.
So when the fated hum and announcement of the first egg was finally cracking, Tygirtaull had to be sure to reign himself in. Not rush off like a newborn herdbeast, flailing all over his feet and clothes. Truth be told, his mood was a touch soured from the extended wait, and the fact that … apparently... the hatching was going to take place in the evening hours. He thought dragons were all about the day and the bright skies--- was this a wher give-out and no one told him?!
It didn't matter; probably better to get to stay up late and party than have to get up at the crack ass of dawn.
Tygir sucked a breath through his teeth as he made to get himself presentable for the grand affair. Looking over the white toga they were all expected to wear, the candidate's face scrunched in displeasure. Boy... who decided that -this- is what everyone was supposed to wear? Freaking uuuuuuuuuuuugly! Worse than what old foagies probably wore to bed---or worse. Despite how much he tried to ponder on it, there was really no way to save it, in terms of looking awesome. Destined to look like a miserable apron on the wash line... Tygir was unwilling to sink in to blandness of it though. With his best pants and footwear 'hidden' underneath, he sealed the deal with one of his best leather belts to secure the baby-pajamas around his waist.
~The one with his most badass patterns and some bling punched in~
Feeling he looked as badass as he could manage with the 'standardized fashion wreckage', Tygirtaull made his way to the sands, pushing up his patched and spikey hair (and picking out a bit of dinner from the corner of his teeth).
As expected, the halls and walkways were packed with crowd goers, all headed in the same direction. The corner of his lips pulled in a sneer of annoyance, as he felt a shoulder bump him, but the perpetrator was long gone before he could even counter. Tygirtaull just kept his pace, no rushing or panic. He'd be the image of collected confidence as he stepped into the large round chamber, off to do battle once again with his current arch nemesis: sand.
He was an old hat at it now though, as he made his way onto the playfield with the rest of his classmates.
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The entire Weyr seemed to be growing anxious as day after day passed, and the eggs still had yet to give any hint that they were ready. Or, so that's how it felt to Tygir. Having come off the Touching, he'd assumed the eggs would be ready to do their thing in reasonably quick time. Pretty bogus there was even -more waiting-. How much more time did they have to cook?!
Tygir didn't even know why he was bothering to let himself get all worked up about it. There was only 14 eggs there, and a hell of a lot more candidates than that – all hoping to make grabby hands for them. Had anyone asked, he would have admitted that, frankly, he was just looking forward to some of the more obnoxious classmates to move on and graduate. Leave the rest of them without hearing about the bragging and assured impressions and all that wherry-crap.
So when the fated hum and announcement of the first egg was finally cracking, Tygirtaull had to be sure to reign himself in. Not rush off like a newborn herdbeast, flailing all over his feet and clothes. Truth be told, his mood was a touch soured from the extended wait, and the fact that … apparently... the hatching was going to take place in the evening hours. He thought dragons were all about the day and the bright skies--- was this a wher give-out and no one told him?!
It didn't matter; probably better to get to stay up late and party than have to get up at the crack ass of dawn.
Tygir sucked a breath through his teeth as he made to get himself presentable for the grand affair. Looking over the white toga they were all expected to wear, the candidate's face scrunched in displeasure. Boy... who decided that -this- is what everyone was supposed to wear? Freaking uuuuuuuuuuuugly! Worse than what old foagies probably wore to bed---or worse. Despite how much he tried to ponder on it, there was really no way to save it, in terms of looking awesome. Destined to look like a miserable apron on the wash line... Tygir was unwilling to sink in to blandness of it though. With his best pants and footwear 'hidden' underneath, he sealed the deal with one of his best leather belts to secure the baby-pajamas around his waist.
~The one with his most badass patterns and some bling punched in~
Feeling he looked as badass as he could manage with the 'standardized fashion wreckage', Tygirtaull made his way to the sands, pushing up his patched and spikey hair (and picking out a bit of dinner from the corner of his teeth).
As expected, the halls and walkways were packed with crowd goers, all headed in the same direction. The corner of his lips pulled in a sneer of annoyance, as he felt a shoulder bump him, but the perpetrator was long gone before he could even counter. Tygirtaull just kept his pace, no rushing or panic. He'd be the image of collected confidence as he stepped into the large round chamber, off to do battle once again with his current arch nemesis: sand.
He was an old hat at it now though, as he made his way onto the playfield with the rest of his classmates.
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nineofswords - Peacekeeper
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Candidate Bronson - Open
The time between the touching and the hatching was always interminable. They were given lighter duties and class schedules, as they had to be ready at a moment's notice, which was nice, he supposed, but how was he supposed to wait patiently for the eggs to crack when he knew the bronze he was destined for was waiting among those eggs? Specifically the Ice Wall egg. Each day that passed, he felt like the anticipation would be enough to kill him, but finally, finally, with an ominous storm on the horizon, he heard and felt the humming of the dragons.
He scrambled to get into his robes (and they were far too thin for winter, why weren't there jackets they could wear?) and then had to spend several moments coaxing his gold into resting on his pillow so she wouldn't insist on joining him on the sands. He was ignoring Bede, because he didn't want to get into a fight on the way to the sands, letting him go first. Bronson didn't mind strolling in after his roommate. He knew which egg was his, and as long as he got there before it opened, there was no real rush. He took his time making himself look immaculately presentable, and then swaggered his way onto the sands.
He gave an elaborate bow to Serapheth once on the sands. He considered giving her a conspiratorial wink, but didn't want it to be misconstrued by anyone else, so he decided against it and instead simply took his place among the other candidates. Naturally, he made sure he was directly in front of the Ice Wall egg. He didn't want that dragonet to have to work too hard to make its way towards him once it hatched. He was grinning from ear to ear, already mentally a bronzerider, hearing the roar of approval from the crowd as he moved off with his new partner to get them fed and bathed.
Candidate Heiro - Aneesa
The oncoming storm felt oppressive, as oppressive as the tension and anticipation of another hatching looming. But one of those things, at least, could be broken by the dragons' hums.
Heiro had been cleaning, because she hadn't handled the idleness of waiting well. When the call went out for the candidates to make their way to the sands...well, her parents had instilled manners into her down to a molecular level, so she was still far too much a lady to swear aloud, but she was cursing herself on the inside. She was covered in dust and sweat and grime, and there was no time to get herself truly presentable.
She ran back to her room, quickly pulling off her clothes once she got there, and wetting a cloth once she got there to at least wipe herself down, making a point of focusing on the areas that would be visble under her robes, such as her face, arms, and legs. That done, she donned the robes and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was appauling. She dug through her drawers, managing to find a neutral-ish, light tan scarf she tied over her curls rather than attempt to fight them into a semblance of obedience. Finally feeling presentable, she ran from her rooms out onto the sands, shivering as the cold air hit her damp skin, and then almost steaming once she stepped onto the sands with how warm it was. Such a jarring temperature change couldn't be healthy, surely? Especially for the hatchlings?
She bowed to Serapheth, pushing aside her concerns and anxieties. "Thank you for this honor," she said politely. "I hope we all do you and your young proud, this day." She moved to the back of the group, noticing another candidate making her way back there too.
"Hi...Aneesa, right?" Heiro asked, moving towards her. "I saw you heading straight back here, wanted to make sure you were alright. Are you feeling nervous? Hatchings can be fairly overwhelming..." Not that she'd been to all that many, of course, or...well, any, really, but she'd hate for someone to feel like they were the only one a little overwhelmed by all of the noise and excitement.
Y'olai of White Tsukasath - N'mi
A hatching! Their first since impressing to Tsukasath! This was so exciting! Tsukasath was humming along, because it was an instinctive thing for him, not because he was terribly invested in the new eggs. But Yermie was excited, so he was begrudgingly willing to indulge in acknowledging the eggs and the soon-to-be dragons inside.
"Hey, Tsukasath, eggs, there's eggs!" they said, bouncing around the weyr excitedly even as they were pulling on leathers (they didn't have a ton of call for fancy clothes, so their riding leathers were the best they could do).
I am well aware, Tsukasath said, waiting for their rider to finish shoving themselves into their clothes and then scramble onto his back. The white took them quickly to the stands, letting their rider dismount and scramble down into the seats before taking off again to find a more draconically appropriate place to watch, but farther in the back. He'd prefer to let the others who were actually interested in the babies to take the good seats.
"This is so exciting!" Yermie said to their neighbor once they found a seat they liked. "It's my first hatching since my own! My first one as an actual rider!" they could barely sit still, and they didn't seem to realize that they were sitting next to a wingmate. They leaned forward as if that would offer them a better view of the sands. "Wow! It's a lot different sitting up here than it is being down there, huh? And my feet aren't on fire, either, which is a plus!" They finally turned to their neighbor, then did a double take. "Hey! I know you!" they said, pointing.
Wingsecond G'las of Green Quenith - Kreta, Open
Being on the leadership team of the Weyr's newest wing was a constant series of firsts, which could be exciting when it didn't make G'las want to tear out his hair. The hatching, however, was pure excitement. G'las paid a drudge to hold seats in the stands for her and his wingleader while she got ready to present himself for the hatching. She took him time, and when she was ready, he looked fabulous in a drapey, gauzy, glittery top and tight-fitting pants. And of course, her makeup was spectacular.
He swept down the stairs of the stands to the seats as grand as any Lord or Lady Holder, gave the drudge an extra tip, and then settled herself to wait for Kreta. These hatchlings would be the future wingriders, and G'las wanted to take this opportunity to learn the temperaments of his possible wingmates before she actually had to figure out how to best fit them into the wing.
Quenith, as usual, was quietly complaining to her nearest neighbor that she would be just as magnificent a clutch mother as Serapheth, possibly better, if only she'd been allowed to clutch, and it hardly made sense to have all this fuss and pomp for a big, grouchy gold. Naturally, she didn't project this loud enough for the gold to hear, though.
The time between the touching and the hatching was always interminable. They were given lighter duties and class schedules, as they had to be ready at a moment's notice, which was nice, he supposed, but how was he supposed to wait patiently for the eggs to crack when he knew the bronze he was destined for was waiting among those eggs? Specifically the Ice Wall egg. Each day that passed, he felt like the anticipation would be enough to kill him, but finally, finally, with an ominous storm on the horizon, he heard and felt the humming of the dragons.
He scrambled to get into his robes (and they were far too thin for winter, why weren't there jackets they could wear?) and then had to spend several moments coaxing his gold into resting on his pillow so she wouldn't insist on joining him on the sands. He was ignoring Bede, because he didn't want to get into a fight on the way to the sands, letting him go first. Bronson didn't mind strolling in after his roommate. He knew which egg was his, and as long as he got there before it opened, there was no real rush. He took his time making himself look immaculately presentable, and then swaggered his way onto the sands.
He gave an elaborate bow to Serapheth once on the sands. He considered giving her a conspiratorial wink, but didn't want it to be misconstrued by anyone else, so he decided against it and instead simply took his place among the other candidates. Naturally, he made sure he was directly in front of the Ice Wall egg. He didn't want that dragonet to have to work too hard to make its way towards him once it hatched. He was grinning from ear to ear, already mentally a bronzerider, hearing the roar of approval from the crowd as he moved off with his new partner to get them fed and bathed.
Candidate Heiro - Aneesa
The oncoming storm felt oppressive, as oppressive as the tension and anticipation of another hatching looming. But one of those things, at least, could be broken by the dragons' hums.
Heiro had been cleaning, because she hadn't handled the idleness of waiting well. When the call went out for the candidates to make their way to the sands...well, her parents had instilled manners into her down to a molecular level, so she was still far too much a lady to swear aloud, but she was cursing herself on the inside. She was covered in dust and sweat and grime, and there was no time to get herself truly presentable.
She ran back to her room, quickly pulling off her clothes once she got there, and wetting a cloth once she got there to at least wipe herself down, making a point of focusing on the areas that would be visble under her robes, such as her face, arms, and legs. That done, she donned the robes and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was appauling. She dug through her drawers, managing to find a neutral-ish, light tan scarf she tied over her curls rather than attempt to fight them into a semblance of obedience. Finally feeling presentable, she ran from her rooms out onto the sands, shivering as the cold air hit her damp skin, and then almost steaming once she stepped onto the sands with how warm it was. Such a jarring temperature change couldn't be healthy, surely? Especially for the hatchlings?
She bowed to Serapheth, pushing aside her concerns and anxieties. "Thank you for this honor," she said politely. "I hope we all do you and your young proud, this day." She moved to the back of the group, noticing another candidate making her way back there too.
"Hi...Aneesa, right?" Heiro asked, moving towards her. "I saw you heading straight back here, wanted to make sure you were alright. Are you feeling nervous? Hatchings can be fairly overwhelming..." Not that she'd been to all that many, of course, or...well, any, really, but she'd hate for someone to feel like they were the only one a little overwhelmed by all of the noise and excitement.
Y'olai of White Tsukasath - N'mi
A hatching! Their first since impressing to Tsukasath! This was so exciting! Tsukasath was humming along, because it was an instinctive thing for him, not because he was terribly invested in the new eggs. But Yermie was excited, so he was begrudgingly willing to indulge in acknowledging the eggs and the soon-to-be dragons inside.
"Hey, Tsukasath, eggs, there's eggs!" they said, bouncing around the weyr excitedly even as they were pulling on leathers (they didn't have a ton of call for fancy clothes, so their riding leathers were the best they could do).
I am well aware, Tsukasath said, waiting for their rider to finish shoving themselves into their clothes and then scramble onto his back. The white took them quickly to the stands, letting their rider dismount and scramble down into the seats before taking off again to find a more draconically appropriate place to watch, but farther in the back. He'd prefer to let the others who were actually interested in the babies to take the good seats.
"This is so exciting!" Yermie said to their neighbor once they found a seat they liked. "It's my first hatching since my own! My first one as an actual rider!" they could barely sit still, and they didn't seem to realize that they were sitting next to a wingmate. They leaned forward as if that would offer them a better view of the sands. "Wow! It's a lot different sitting up here than it is being down there, huh? And my feet aren't on fire, either, which is a plus!" They finally turned to their neighbor, then did a double take. "Hey! I know you!" they said, pointing.
Wingsecond G'las of Green Quenith - Kreta, Open
Being on the leadership team of the Weyr's newest wing was a constant series of firsts, which could be exciting when it didn't make G'las want to tear out his hair. The hatching, however, was pure excitement. G'las paid a drudge to hold seats in the stands for her and his wingleader while she got ready to present himself for the hatching. She took him time, and when she was ready, he looked fabulous in a drapey, gauzy, glittery top and tight-fitting pants. And of course, her makeup was spectacular.
He swept down the stairs of the stands to the seats as grand as any Lord or Lady Holder, gave the drudge an extra tip, and then settled herself to wait for Kreta. These hatchlings would be the future wingriders, and G'las wanted to take this opportunity to learn the temperaments of his possible wingmates before she actually had to figure out how to best fit them into the wing.
Quenith, as usual, was quietly complaining to her nearest neighbor that she would be just as magnificent a clutch mother as Serapheth, possibly better, if only she'd been allowed to clutch, and it hardly made sense to have all this fuss and pomp for a big, grouchy gold. Naturally, she didn't project this loud enough for the gold to hear, though.
| Fort L'fy of Brown Dioth | Going Merry (flit) B'layk of Blue Radarth Wingsecond G'las of Green Quenith | Dazzle (flit) Weyrling Br'on of Green Mesomelath | Apolline (flit) Y'olai of White Tsukasath Jackrum of Brown Krusk Columbo of Blue Lumsk | Dog (flit) Attolia of Cinder Attolisk Ronica of White Onisk and Brown Osk Assistant Headwoman Houlihan | Soldier (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) Diamond of Garnet Hyliath | Spessartine Skud (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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Calingaladha - Candidate
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Alara of Garnet Alubrath - OPEN
Once the humming reverberated throughout the Weyr, Alara had to convince her gold flit to stay, and was firmly chided by the flit for not being allowed. A meal and a warm nest to curl up in, however, soon won over the little lizard.
Alubrath was in good spirits as they glided to the Hatching Grounds, taking up a post as near her rider as possible, while Alara squeezed through to get the best seat she could. She felt almost as excited as when she was a Candidate. Alubrath was looking at the eggs with almost a covetous gaze though, not for the occupants but the shells themselves. If she had the opportunity, she would take some shells after the Hatching was over for her collection.
“Oh, I bet we’ll have some beautiful dragons in this clutch.” Alara remarked to anybody who cared to listen, leaning forward for her best glimpse at the first Hatchling that would emerge, hands clapsed in her lap.
Once the humming reverberated throughout the Weyr, Alara had to convince her gold flit to stay, and was firmly chided by the flit for not being allowed. A meal and a warm nest to curl up in, however, soon won over the little lizard.
Alubrath was in good spirits as they glided to the Hatching Grounds, taking up a post as near her rider as possible, while Alara squeezed through to get the best seat she could. She felt almost as excited as when she was a Candidate. Alubrath was looking at the eggs with almost a covetous gaze though, not for the occupants but the shells themselves. If she had the opportunity, she would take some shells after the Hatching was over for her collection.
“Oh, I bet we’ll have some beautiful dragons in this clutch.” Alara remarked to anybody who cared to listen, leaning forward for her best glimpse at the first Hatchling that would emerge, hands clapsed in her lap.
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Tortellini - Peacekeeper Captain
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Jeremiah of Brown Cogeath - Tuckal/open
In his Turns as Tuckal's weyrmate, hatchings were old hat at this point. The time when the eggs hatched varied, the weather varied, but the age-old ritual of candidates hoping for their lifelong match would happen again this night.
Hopefully the candidates would behave themselves this time. Taking a seat in his usual spot next to Tuckal, Jeremiah began to keep a watchful eye on the Sands, hoping that there wouldn't be any antics.
"A good evening to you, my lady." Jeremiah took his weyrmate's hand almost by instinct, without taking his eyes off the Sands.
In his Turns as Tuckal's weyrmate, hatchings were old hat at this point. The time when the eggs hatched varied, the weather varied, but the age-old ritual of candidates hoping for their lifelong match would happen again this night.
Hopefully the candidates would behave themselves this time. Taking a seat in his usual spot next to Tuckal, Jeremiah began to keep a watchful eye on the Sands, hoping that there wouldn't be any antics.
"A good evening to you, my lady." Jeremiah took his weyrmate's hand almost by instinct, without taking his eyes off the Sands.
| Erian of Bronze Hammerloth + Timori Moenbryda of Bronze Cendocreth + Tataru Jeremiah of Brown Cogeath + Villetta Eclipse Wingsecond Kurue of Garnet Artesiath + Damaya Rey of Blue Nuth + Beebee Tae of Blue Mokoith Weyrling Gino of Green Sawath + Tristan Niavi of Green Tegoth Tikra of Green Everieth Thancred of Green Mayuth + Gunbreaker Banagher of White Unicoth + Haro Two Nagate of White Playath + Tsugumori Ysayle of White Ebrietath | Amuro of Brown Casvath + Haro Ryoma of Brown Zamth + Kagero Suzaku of Brown Rath + Albion Talien of Charoite Arellath Cid of Blue Volfreth + Alpha Jullus of Blue Nalaath A'ric of White Impath + Adria Lopen of Brown Losk and Green Opesk | Liyanel of Gold Nebulaeth + Fisher + Tater Saji of Bronze Veototh + 'Brown Haro' T'challa of Bronze Lockoth Cornelia of Garnet Guiloth + Strudel Hy'daeus of Garnet-Bronze Selpith Shallan of Blue Ophoth + Pattern Anaiya of Green Adasheth + Feline Hobbes Weyrhealer Chalay of Green Oshuth + Imagundi Elend of Green Antoth Lift of Green Icolenth + Wyndle Pavane Point Mara of Gold Marsk and Green Marask + Talon Chirrut of Quartz Chirrusk and White Chirsk + Kyber Emaran of Brown Almarask and Brown Emarsk + Numa Guard Lieutenant Ahsoka of Garnet Ahsosk and White Ahsk + Rex Anakin of Blue Anask and Brown Anakisk + Hondo + Fives Fartoo of Blue Fartosk and Brown Fartsk + Detoo + Threepio |
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Grayson - Wingsecond
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Bronze Wyrmeth of Weyrleader C'lina
C'lina.
Two minutes, Wyrmeth.
And two minutes after Serapheth's call, C'lina climbed up Wyrmeth's broad shoulder to settle between his neckridges, and strapped herself in - only to be dropped off soon after on the low ledge the big bronze had chosen for them. That tradition had chosen for them.
It was never safe to get too close to Serapheth's clutch, even for the dragon who had sired the eggs.
Wyrmeth settled himself neatly about the ledge and his rider, and added his bassy, brassy rumble to the hum.
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Candidate Gariston - open!
At last.
A Turn and more, waiting for a dragon - any dragon - to lay some eggs, with the letters from home suggesting that maybe Gariston should consider recusing himself in order to attend to family matters, and doing so in stronger terms with every passing season. Sevendays waiting for these eggs to be laid and harden, although that at least had brought a respite in the letters.
Sure, there had been some entertainment in the meantime. Whers causing trouble - Gariston had been lectured from childhood that the beasts couldn't be trusted, especially after what happened at Fort Hold - and dragons in the skies all day, every day. Pern's protectors and their riders, who'd all turned out to be people after all rather than the near-mythical figures the Harpers painted in song and story. Serapheth herself, who'd turned out to be exactly what the Harpers painted in song and story, at one and the same time as being completely different to the gentle, gracious golds of legend.
And now here he was, pulling on his white robe and putting on his sandals, for what might be the last time.
If Father gets his way, it'll definitely be the last time. And Father usually gets his way.
Gariston made his way out to the sands, clad every other Candidate was - white robe and sandals, and nothing else. He still stood taller than most, though, and with his build he did stand out. He bowed to Serapheth in the space between too far back to be noticed and too far forward to be polite, then looked towards the stands and - there they were. The Lord and Lady Holder of Lemos in their finery, a pair who wouldn't normally be invited to one of Fort Weyr's Hatchings unless one of their own kin was standing on the sands - and who'd doubtless expect him to collect his gear and go home with them if he didn't Impress this time.
Gariston bowed to his parents, then took his place in the line, not particularly worried about who he'd ended up next to this time.
C'lina.
Two minutes, Wyrmeth.
And two minutes after Serapheth's call, C'lina climbed up Wyrmeth's broad shoulder to settle between his neckridges, and strapped herself in - only to be dropped off soon after on the low ledge the big bronze had chosen for them. That tradition had chosen for them.
It was never safe to get too close to Serapheth's clutch, even for the dragon who had sired the eggs.
Wyrmeth settled himself neatly about the ledge and his rider, and added his bassy, brassy rumble to the hum.
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Candidate Gariston - open!
At last.
A Turn and more, waiting for a dragon - any dragon - to lay some eggs, with the letters from home suggesting that maybe Gariston should consider recusing himself in order to attend to family matters, and doing so in stronger terms with every passing season. Sevendays waiting for these eggs to be laid and harden, although that at least had brought a respite in the letters.
Sure, there had been some entertainment in the meantime. Whers causing trouble - Gariston had been lectured from childhood that the beasts couldn't be trusted, especially after what happened at Fort Hold - and dragons in the skies all day, every day. Pern's protectors and their riders, who'd all turned out to be people after all rather than the near-mythical figures the Harpers painted in song and story. Serapheth herself, who'd turned out to be exactly what the Harpers painted in song and story, at one and the same time as being completely different to the gentle, gracious golds of legend.
And now here he was, pulling on his white robe and putting on his sandals, for what might be the last time.
If Father gets his way, it'll definitely be the last time. And Father usually gets his way.
Gariston made his way out to the sands, clad every other Candidate was - white robe and sandals, and nothing else. He still stood taller than most, though, and with his build he did stand out. He bowed to Serapheth in the space between too far back to be noticed and too far forward to be polite, then looked towards the stands and - there they were. The Lord and Lady Holder of Lemos in their finery, a pair who wouldn't normally be invited to one of Fort Weyr's Hatchings unless one of their own kin was standing on the sands - and who'd doubtless expect him to collect his gear and go home with them if he didn't Impress this time.
Gariston bowed to his parents, then took his place in the line, not particularly worried about who he'd ended up next to this time.
Fort: C'lina of bronze Wyrmeth, Logan of brown Logask and garnet Losk, G'ston of blue Nakalath, S'nek of blue Taketh, Demalis of ?blue? Mask, Ae'flaed of green Hurricath, H'nel of green Fuyusath
High Reaches: Tie'ni of bronze Russeth, Triskelion of brown Risk, H'mer of garnet Raayath, Kiobelin of blue Obelisk and white Kiosk, D'thor of green Holith, Morticia of green Addamth, K'stryl of white Branth, Candidate Tribellick
Semaca: Ra'sin of gold Xialath, Basilin of bronze Odalisk, C'fyn of blue Sarutoth, Ay'ce of blue Tabecikth, Teritha of green Damaranth, Silver of white Silvask, Vintner Master Manston
High Reaches: Tie'ni of bronze Russeth, Triskelion of brown Risk, H'mer of garnet Raayath, Kiobelin of blue Obelisk and white Kiosk, D'thor of green Holith, Morticia of green Addamth, K'stryl of white Branth, Candidate Tribellick
Semaca: Ra'sin of gold Xialath, Basilin of bronze Odalisk, C'fyn of blue Sarutoth, Ay'ce of blue Tabecikth, Teritha of green Damaranth, Silver of white Silvask, Vintner Master Manston
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MothyCake - Peacekeeper Captain
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Aoi of Blue Kurabeth - Open
Aoi sat in the stands, looking down at the sands below with a faint smile. It felt like such a long time since he had walked on the sands, especially since he had impressed to Kurabeth a couple of years ago. He was always excited to see people impressing, cheering them on even if he had rarely spoken to them when they were candidates, or that they were new candidates.
Honestly, Aoi was hoping Neidellah and Asch would impress this time. They had been his closest friends (though, Neidellah far less than Asch) while as a candidate and he was hoping that they would impress and become weyrlings this time.
Of course, if it didn't happen that day, surely, it would happen in the future?
Right?
Aoi sat in the stands, looking down at the sands below with a faint smile. It felt like such a long time since he had walked on the sands, especially since he had impressed to Kurabeth a couple of years ago. He was always excited to see people impressing, cheering them on even if he had rarely spoken to them when they were candidates, or that they were new candidates.
Honestly, Aoi was hoping Neidellah and Asch would impress this time. They had been his closest friends (though, Neidellah far less than Asch) while as a candidate and he was hoping that they would impress and become weyrlings this time.
Of course, if it didn't happen that day, surely, it would happen in the future?
Right?
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Ezra - Wingleader
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Candidate Nielle - Open ; mention Timon
Nielle heard the call and rather than slip into her clothes for the evening after coming back from the baths, she slid into her candidate robes, tiying her hair back with a small leather string. Her hair was getting long and she pondered cutting it short but that was a thought she could dwell on later. Once properly presentable, she wasted no time making her way to the sands, knowing it would be really bad if she was late, for a multitude of reasons. Looking around as she arrived for her friend Timon, she took a spot near the front, wanting to make sure she could see. If she could locate her friend later, she would move of course. Bowing to Tuckel and Serapheth, she stood. Looking up at the stands, she felt her eyes mist over.. her brother was here. But.. was Dorian and Daphne here too? She didn't have much time to look as she noticed the first egg wobbling wildly, and knew it would not be long now before a dragonet was born and this hatching began in earnest. How this would end today, she had no way of knowing. But.. maybe this could be the one?
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Candidate Kaelin - Open
Kaelin hastily got himself ready, though his hair was slightly mussed in his hurry to get into his robes. He took a spot near the back, where he felt he was safer from any potential teeth. Hatchings were always... frightening. He was still trying to decide if it would just be easier to buy a wher egg or be a wher candidate.. less teeth were involved in those hatchings.. or so he believed. He tightly clasped his hands together to steady his trembling. The first egg had not even hatched yet and he was already anxious and on edge.. this was not ideal.
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E'tin of Green Sireth - Open ; Dorian mention
E'tin heard the call and so did Sireth. He felt the bolt of energy in his once tired body, it had been a long day of drills and tasks and he had been looking forward to an early night. But then the eggs started cracking.. so much for that idea. But, he was determined not to miss a hatching, not because he really cared to see the event itself all that much.. but Nielle was still down there and there was never an instance where he would not be there for her. Seeing her looking up at him, he let a rare smile cross his face for a moment and gave her a thumbs up motion. He wanted this to be the day for her, if anyone deserved to impress in his heart, it was his little sister. Looking about the stands, he wondered if Dorian was going to show up or not.
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R'ydia of Brown Zaylith - Open ; Timon mention
R'ydia zipped to the hatching grounds as fast as her legs would carry her, Zaylith deciding to go sit with the other dragons as he normally did. He could feel his rider's excitement flow through him and made a pleased rumble as he settled in for the time being. Gazing at the sky, he wondered if they were in for a nasty winter storm. Oh well.. if it happened, so be it. Looking towards his rider's little clutchmate Timon, he wondered if the young man was going to impress as much as his rider.
R'ydia clapped her hands together and lightly cheered Timon on, even if she could not see him down there. " I believe in you little brother, you got this!" She called out, then chuckled sheepishly when she realized her sudden clap and call out startled someone near her. " Ooops.. sorry about that. My little brother is down there, you see." She offered them with a sheepish grin.
Nielle heard the call and rather than slip into her clothes for the evening after coming back from the baths, she slid into her candidate robes, tiying her hair back with a small leather string. Her hair was getting long and she pondered cutting it short but that was a thought she could dwell on later. Once properly presentable, she wasted no time making her way to the sands, knowing it would be really bad if she was late, for a multitude of reasons. Looking around as she arrived for her friend Timon, she took a spot near the front, wanting to make sure she could see. If she could locate her friend later, she would move of course. Bowing to Tuckel and Serapheth, she stood. Looking up at the stands, she felt her eyes mist over.. her brother was here. But.. was Dorian and Daphne here too? She didn't have much time to look as she noticed the first egg wobbling wildly, and knew it would not be long now before a dragonet was born and this hatching began in earnest. How this would end today, she had no way of knowing. But.. maybe this could be the one?
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Candidate Kaelin - Open
Kaelin hastily got himself ready, though his hair was slightly mussed in his hurry to get into his robes. He took a spot near the back, where he felt he was safer from any potential teeth. Hatchings were always... frightening. He was still trying to decide if it would just be easier to buy a wher egg or be a wher candidate.. less teeth were involved in those hatchings.. or so he believed. He tightly clasped his hands together to steady his trembling. The first egg had not even hatched yet and he was already anxious and on edge.. this was not ideal.
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E'tin of Green Sireth - Open ; Dorian mention
E'tin heard the call and so did Sireth. He felt the bolt of energy in his once tired body, it had been a long day of drills and tasks and he had been looking forward to an early night. But then the eggs started cracking.. so much for that idea. But, he was determined not to miss a hatching, not because he really cared to see the event itself all that much.. but Nielle was still down there and there was never an instance where he would not be there for her. Seeing her looking up at him, he let a rare smile cross his face for a moment and gave her a thumbs up motion. He wanted this to be the day for her, if anyone deserved to impress in his heart, it was his little sister. Looking about the stands, he wondered if Dorian was going to show up or not.
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R'ydia of Brown Zaylith - Open ; Timon mention
R'ydia zipped to the hatching grounds as fast as her legs would carry her, Zaylith deciding to go sit with the other dragons as he normally did. He could feel his rider's excitement flow through him and made a pleased rumble as he settled in for the time being. Gazing at the sky, he wondered if they were in for a nasty winter storm. Oh well.. if it happened, so be it. Looking towards his rider's little clutchmate Timon, he wondered if the young man was going to impress as much as his rider.
R'ydia clapped her hands together and lightly cheered Timon on, even if she could not see him down there. " I believe in you little brother, you got this!" She called out, then chuckled sheepishly when she realized her sudden clap and call out startled someone near her. " Ooops.. sorry about that. My little brother is down there, you see." She offered them with a sheepish grin.
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GalaxyMir - Weyrfolk
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- Location: The Death Star
Safrey of Green Freysk- Open
With the night was just breaking in, Safrey was awake and everything was beautiful. An air of expectation held suspended before pale shades of pink blossom and dusty orange, hushed tones of enthusiasm and hopes drifted across the Weyr. Yet something dark grew on the horizon, Best not to think ill of it, lest it be an omen Safrey thought to herself , unwilling to dampen her mood with such thoughts. The young woman felt moved by the beauty of the twilight, finding herself there, at the opening of the caverns admiring the world as it is as the excitement of the hatching made her soul jitter in turn with thrice the excitement of a girl at her first gather.
Slowly yet suddenly, humming started resonating within her bones. A whole lifetime could’ve passed Safrey and still she would’ve been equally excited for a hatching. The green handler adored dragonets, intending of getting a view of them, she began towards the hatching grounds. Maybe she’d under dressed for it , with a golden ribbon tying her brown hair back , a pale brown dress with paler spots on it like a heardbeasts, bound together by a leather belt . It would’ve been quite rude to take away all the attention from the candidates with her more eccentric dresses, but still… one had to try to stand out too!!
Settling into a seat with a good view , Safrey smiled . She didn’t know any of the candidates , quite the shame yet something she intended to fix soon . I’m sorry you couldn’t come Freysk! All the eggs look so beautiful… oh you’d love it ! I promise to paint you them all later Safrey told her wher, who was safely in their weyr, away from the all the bustle and noise. A warm feeling of happiness enveloped her , a happy and pleased sign from Freysk .
The greenhandler watched the rocking eggs , so excited that she was almost bouncing on her seat. ”Evening ! It’s a great time for a hatching don’t you think? Oh with the stars almost here, I just know these are going to be some super duper pretty dragons!” she ranted off with a smile to the person sitting next to her, intending to keep the conversation for a while ”Are you rooting for anyone special down there? I just hope they all get a chance honestly!”
With the night was just breaking in, Safrey was awake and everything was beautiful. An air of expectation held suspended before pale shades of pink blossom and dusty orange, hushed tones of enthusiasm and hopes drifted across the Weyr. Yet something dark grew on the horizon, Best not to think ill of it, lest it be an omen Safrey thought to herself , unwilling to dampen her mood with such thoughts. The young woman felt moved by the beauty of the twilight, finding herself there, at the opening of the caverns admiring the world as it is as the excitement of the hatching made her soul jitter in turn with thrice the excitement of a girl at her first gather.
Slowly yet suddenly, humming started resonating within her bones. A whole lifetime could’ve passed Safrey and still she would’ve been equally excited for a hatching. The green handler adored dragonets, intending of getting a view of them, she began towards the hatching grounds. Maybe she’d under dressed for it , with a golden ribbon tying her brown hair back , a pale brown dress with paler spots on it like a heardbeasts, bound together by a leather belt . It would’ve been quite rude to take away all the attention from the candidates with her more eccentric dresses, but still… one had to try to stand out too!!
Settling into a seat with a good view , Safrey smiled . She didn’t know any of the candidates , quite the shame yet something she intended to fix soon . I’m sorry you couldn’t come Freysk! All the eggs look so beautiful… oh you’d love it ! I promise to paint you them all later Safrey told her wher, who was safely in their weyr, away from the all the bustle and noise. A warm feeling of happiness enveloped her , a happy and pleased sign from Freysk .
The greenhandler watched the rocking eggs , so excited that she was almost bouncing on her seat. ”Evening ! It’s a great time for a hatching don’t you think? Oh with the stars almost here, I just know these are going to be some super duper pretty dragons!” she ranted off with a smile to the person sitting next to her, intending to keep the conversation for a while ”Are you rooting for anyone special down there? I just hope they all get a chance honestly!”
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Fel - Thread Conqueror
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- Joined: Thu May 24, 2018 5:33 pm
- Location: The Frigid North
Candidate Kee Tag: Bronson
This. Was. Awesome! Kee didn't care about the hour, didn't care about the approaching storm, didn't care that if she Impressed tonight she was going to have to put up with her mother as an instructor for a Turn and a half. Dragons. Baby dragons!
She shifted excitedly from one foot to the other as she stood on the sands, looking out at the eggs. They were as magnificent now as they had been on the day of the Touching, only they were somehow now even more impressive given how they rocked.
One had moved that day too, and she snuck a glance at it. Her egg, maybe. She harbored a secret hope that it had only reacted that way because she was right. It had been excited for everyone, but it had moved for her. That had to mean something... didn't it?
A broad grin that simply could not be suppressed split her face as she tried not to actually bounce in place. It was just so difficult to contain her excitement. Her first Hatching! She looked over at Bronson nearby, who was also grinning. Some of the other Candidates didn't seem to like him, but surely he couldn't be that bad if he was this excited for baby dragons.
"Isn't this great? I bet it'll be great! Do you think your dragon is in one of the eggs? I wish they'd just hatch already, I don't know how much more of this suspense I can take!"
Candidate Spensa Tag: Open
Well it was about time. Honestly, Serapheth had taken more than long enough to even bother to lay these eggs. What a waste of a gold dragon. Bad-tempered, ill-mannered, and apparently too lazy to bother rising in a timely manner. No wonder Fort was a disaster of a Weyr if it was led by someone like her.
Still, at least she'd laid eggs. Finally. And they were rocking at last. And if her brown was among them, she could hardly hold his mother's shortcomings against him.
Her brown. The idea nearly brought a shiver of excitement to Spensa, who had taken a few moments to tame her bright red hair into a neat braid--a rider had to at least be presentable after all--before going down to the sands and now stood with her arms crossed, waiting. Most of these eggs would contain dragons that were inferior. Not worthless, because the high-level wings had a job to do after all. But less worthy than a good, solid brown. Bronzes and golds were more worthy still of course, but she didn't want to be stuck as a goldrider unable to properly fight Thread, and women on bronzes was an aberrant notion that she hoped would soon run its course. The world was better without such things happening.
Of course, the clutchfather was a bronze ridden by a woman. Once again, Fort showed its strangeness.
She gave an audible huff, looking at the eggs. "Just hatch already. We've been waiting plenty long," she grumbled.
Esther of Green Krugith
These hatchlings had awful timing. Esther had been ready to settle in for the evening with a cup of tea and her fire lizards to relax through the coming storm. Maybe even read something. And then the humming had started. Because of course Serapheth's children apparently had to be as melodramatic as possible.
She yawned, climbing up on Krugith's back for the short flight to the Hatching Grounds and the spectator stands there. The pair chose a higher-level section, not too crowded yet.
Are you going to admit that there's a particular reason why you decided not to stay in tonight? Krugith asked, curling up to watch the eggs rock. Her bright green hide was vibrant even in the dim light of the glows and the open sky above.
There isn't a reason. Sometimes it's just good to see... happy things, Esther said. She'd brought a small blanket with her, in case it was cold high up so far away from the heated sand below, but even the winter chill didn't seem to be able to penetrate too far here.
Right. Sure. Krugith blew out a snort at her rider. No reason, indeed. She knew exactly what--who--the reason was, even if Esther refused to admit it even to her.
Candidate Aydholin and Mayalaran Tag: Alara
It's not fair. That was the thought that kept reverberating through his head like the last, lingering notes of the message drum on a Hold's heights. It wasn't fair. This was supposed to be his chance to prove that his father was wrong, that he was worthy of being a rider. To earn glory and honor in the battle against Thread. He was supposed to be down there on the Sands with the others.
Instead, Aydholin was making his slow, shuffling way to the stands where all he could do was watch, a Healer minder trailing behind him to ensure he didn't hurt himself somehow. His left leg dragged, supporting him at all only because of the stiff braces on knee and ankle. His left arm hung, still mostly numb from the elbow down and weak at the shoulder. The Healers said he would recover, at least mostly and maybe even fully. Eventually. But eventually wasn't soon enough. He couldn't care for a hatchling like this.
He felt a surge of hatred for the blue dragon that had tried to "help" and had instead done him more harm than the wher had. Dragons weren't supposed to be foolish like that. They were supposed to be brave and noble. They were supposed to be more than mere mortals. And yet it was the fault of one that he was... here, and not down there.
With more effort than should have been required, he settled himself down onto one of the benches, all but seething with jealousy as he looked down at the eggs and his fellow Candidates on the sands. His usually ready smile was absent in favor of a frown as he watched, leaning forward slightly as though it would give him a better view, let him be just that much closer to where he should have been. It still wasn't enough. It would never be enough until he was back down there.
He glanced over at the silent Healer, who had sat nearby and was pointedly looking away from the Sands. She was a strange one. What sort of person lived at a Weyr and didn't want to watch a Hatching?
"It certainly is a spectacular-looking clutch of eggs," he remarked to Alara. It was his first look at them. He hadn't even gotten the chance to get close to them, touch them. He tried to force cheer into his voice, plastering a smile on his face. "I wouldn't doubt that there's something beautiful in at least some of them. Though some of the color combinations on the shells leave... something to be desired."
Mayalaran hunched in her seat, trying to pretend she was somewhere else. Anywhere else. She didn't want to remember Hatchings. She didn't want to think about Hatchings. She wanted to be anywhere but here. But she had a duty, and that duty was to ensure that the sharding dimglow of a Candidate didn't fall and make matters worse for himself. He shouldn't have been allowed to attend at all in her opinion, but he'd whined and cajoled and somehow convinced a Journeyman to let him. He was too charismatic by far, that one.
This. Was. Awesome! Kee didn't care about the hour, didn't care about the approaching storm, didn't care that if she Impressed tonight she was going to have to put up with her mother as an instructor for a Turn and a half. Dragons. Baby dragons!
She shifted excitedly from one foot to the other as she stood on the sands, looking out at the eggs. They were as magnificent now as they had been on the day of the Touching, only they were somehow now even more impressive given how they rocked.
One had moved that day too, and she snuck a glance at it. Her egg, maybe. She harbored a secret hope that it had only reacted that way because she was right. It had been excited for everyone, but it had moved for her. That had to mean something... didn't it?
A broad grin that simply could not be suppressed split her face as she tried not to actually bounce in place. It was just so difficult to contain her excitement. Her first Hatching! She looked over at Bronson nearby, who was also grinning. Some of the other Candidates didn't seem to like him, but surely he couldn't be that bad if he was this excited for baby dragons.
"Isn't this great? I bet it'll be great! Do you think your dragon is in one of the eggs? I wish they'd just hatch already, I don't know how much more of this suspense I can take!"
Candidate Spensa Tag: Open
Well it was about time. Honestly, Serapheth had taken more than long enough to even bother to lay these eggs. What a waste of a gold dragon. Bad-tempered, ill-mannered, and apparently too lazy to bother rising in a timely manner. No wonder Fort was a disaster of a Weyr if it was led by someone like her.
Still, at least she'd laid eggs. Finally. And they were rocking at last. And if her brown was among them, she could hardly hold his mother's shortcomings against him.
Her brown. The idea nearly brought a shiver of excitement to Spensa, who had taken a few moments to tame her bright red hair into a neat braid--a rider had to at least be presentable after all--before going down to the sands and now stood with her arms crossed, waiting. Most of these eggs would contain dragons that were inferior. Not worthless, because the high-level wings had a job to do after all. But less worthy than a good, solid brown. Bronzes and golds were more worthy still of course, but she didn't want to be stuck as a goldrider unable to properly fight Thread, and women on bronzes was an aberrant notion that she hoped would soon run its course. The world was better without such things happening.
Of course, the clutchfather was a bronze ridden by a woman. Once again, Fort showed its strangeness.
She gave an audible huff, looking at the eggs. "Just hatch already. We've been waiting plenty long," she grumbled.
Esther of Green Krugith
These hatchlings had awful timing. Esther had been ready to settle in for the evening with a cup of tea and her fire lizards to relax through the coming storm. Maybe even read something. And then the humming had started. Because of course Serapheth's children apparently had to be as melodramatic as possible.
She yawned, climbing up on Krugith's back for the short flight to the Hatching Grounds and the spectator stands there. The pair chose a higher-level section, not too crowded yet.
Are you going to admit that there's a particular reason why you decided not to stay in tonight? Krugith asked, curling up to watch the eggs rock. Her bright green hide was vibrant even in the dim light of the glows and the open sky above.
There isn't a reason. Sometimes it's just good to see... happy things, Esther said. She'd brought a small blanket with her, in case it was cold high up so far away from the heated sand below, but even the winter chill didn't seem to be able to penetrate too far here.
Right. Sure. Krugith blew out a snort at her rider. No reason, indeed. She knew exactly what--who--the reason was, even if Esther refused to admit it even to her.
Candidate Aydholin and Mayalaran Tag: Alara
It's not fair. That was the thought that kept reverberating through his head like the last, lingering notes of the message drum on a Hold's heights. It wasn't fair. This was supposed to be his chance to prove that his father was wrong, that he was worthy of being a rider. To earn glory and honor in the battle against Thread. He was supposed to be down there on the Sands with the others.
Instead, Aydholin was making his slow, shuffling way to the stands where all he could do was watch, a Healer minder trailing behind him to ensure he didn't hurt himself somehow. His left leg dragged, supporting him at all only because of the stiff braces on knee and ankle. His left arm hung, still mostly numb from the elbow down and weak at the shoulder. The Healers said he would recover, at least mostly and maybe even fully. Eventually. But eventually wasn't soon enough. He couldn't care for a hatchling like this.
He felt a surge of hatred for the blue dragon that had tried to "help" and had instead done him more harm than the wher had. Dragons weren't supposed to be foolish like that. They were supposed to be brave and noble. They were supposed to be more than mere mortals. And yet it was the fault of one that he was... here, and not down there.
With more effort than should have been required, he settled himself down onto one of the benches, all but seething with jealousy as he looked down at the eggs and his fellow Candidates on the sands. His usually ready smile was absent in favor of a frown as he watched, leaning forward slightly as though it would give him a better view, let him be just that much closer to where he should have been. It still wasn't enough. It would never be enough until he was back down there.
He glanced over at the silent Healer, who had sat nearby and was pointedly looking away from the Sands. She was a strange one. What sort of person lived at a Weyr and didn't want to watch a Hatching?
"It certainly is a spectacular-looking clutch of eggs," he remarked to Alara. It was his first look at them. He hadn't even gotten the chance to get close to them, touch them. He tried to force cheer into his voice, plastering a smile on his face. "I wouldn't doubt that there's something beautiful in at least some of them. Though some of the color combinations on the shells leave... something to be desired."
Mayalaran hunched in her seat, trying to pretend she was somewhere else. Anywhere else. She didn't want to remember Hatchings. She didn't want to think about Hatchings. She wanted to be anywhere but here. But she had a duty, and that duty was to ensure that the sharding dimglow of a Candidate didn't fall and make matters worse for himself. He shouldn't have been allowed to attend at all in her opinion, but he'd whined and cajoled and somehow convinced a Journeyman to let him. He was too charismatic by far, that one.
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Calingaladha - Candidate
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Alara of Garnet Alubrath - Tag: Aydholin
Alara jumped a little bit when somebody answered her. She hadn't actually expected a reply. She gave Aydholin a smile, though her eyes did glance at the braces that impeded his movement.
"Oh, the babies are always beautiful in their own way, no matter what species they are. But dragonets are just so clumsy, I can't help but love them." she gushed and almost seemed to bounce a little in her excitement.
"Oh. Sorry, I don't mean to talk your ear off. You were probably just being polite."
Alubrath, however, had heard the comment about color combinations on the shells, and she was compelled to butt in, swiveling her head towards her rider and her seatmate.
But haven't you thought about how nice they would look in a collection? Oh, I hope Serapheth won't mind if I take shells after all the hatchlings have left with their bonded. I even have a piece from my own egg, you know.
Alara jumped a little bit when somebody answered her. She hadn't actually expected a reply. She gave Aydholin a smile, though her eyes did glance at the braces that impeded his movement.
"Oh, the babies are always beautiful in their own way, no matter what species they are. But dragonets are just so clumsy, I can't help but love them." she gushed and almost seemed to bounce a little in her excitement.
"Oh. Sorry, I don't mean to talk your ear off. You were probably just being polite."
Alubrath, however, had heard the comment about color combinations on the shells, and she was compelled to butt in, swiveling her head towards her rider and her seatmate.
But haven't you thought about how nice they would look in a collection? Oh, I hope Serapheth won't mind if I take shells after all the hatchlings have left with their bonded. I even have a piece from my own egg, you know.