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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Aug 10, 2010 19:30:14 GMT -5
OOC - This is an EVENT thread. That means you may continue posting where you are and ALSO be here in the hatching thread. Once you LEAVE the hatching however, any new posts you start will have to take place AFTER the hatching.
For candidates -- you MUST be in the hatching in order to impress. The first eggs will start hatching by THIS WEEKEND. Eggs will ONLY hatch if their perspective rider has posted their arrival in the thread. Candidates MUST have at least two posts published prior to their egg hatching.
---- Chalarath, who had been anxiously awaiting the moment her babies would emerge, suddenly lifted her head and began a low hum from the back of her throat which was quickly echoed by every dragon within Dragon Weyr.
Maram, who had been next door in their weyr, heard the beginnings of the hum and dropped what she doing and ran through the tunnel that connected her chamber to the sands.
"Chalarath!" Maram called as she entered. The gold dragon turned her eyes that seemed to swirl a myriad of colors towards her rider.
The hatching begins. She told her life mate proudly. Her babies would arrive now. Chalarath was almost glowing with pride.
Maram turned her eyes to the eggs, shifting on her feet as the heat of the sands seemed to reach through the soles of her shoes.
The eggs had begun to shake. Their motions were small at this time, but it was clear that they were now ready. Soon small dragonets would emerge. What would this hatching hold?
Maram ran over to Chalarath and caressed her dragon's eye ridge before kissing the wedge-shaped head.
"They will be beautiful, just as you are, my Chalarath."
Of course they will. They are mine. Maram had to chuckle at the haughty tone of the dragon. Then, as another egg seemed to rock, Chalarath moved her head to indicate Maram should leave the sands and take her place to watch from above.
With a final hug of the giant head, Maram did just that. Darting up the steps to take her rightful place as Weyrwoman.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Aug 10, 2010 21:39:22 GMT -5
R’enh heard the hum of many dragon throats throughout the Weyr.
The hatching was all the Mnoranth said and he ran out of the council chamber where he’d been studying the records recovered by Sorelle, and swarmed up the side of the bronze before he dropped off the edge.
R’enh just held on for the short trip not bothering to strap in. Zoom gliding and fluttering beside them. He’d ridden this way many times to the feeding grounds or lake. They swooped and banked and then entered the hatching grounds. He jumped from the big dragons back and watched him lift off and take the center spot to watch his children come into the world.
R’enh ran up to clasp Maram in a giant hug and swing her around in a circle before the place filled up with people. “T’rel and Reath have gone to retrieve the Lord Holder. I imagine the Tanner Craftmaster will arrive shortly with Alorath.”
The hum continued and more dragons dropped their riders, passengers, visitors and candidates alike before taking up perches in the back of the cave. Zoom flew up to perch on Mnoranth like a red hat, though the big guy didn't seem to mind in the least. The eggs on the sands rocked and vibrated.
They are strong and will become good fighters. R’enh smiled and looked up at the big bronze with the red hat. “Proud father” he said and grinned back at Maram.
Then he took her hand and sat in the place of honor he had always coveted.
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Post by Brekka and Panitath on Aug 11, 2010 20:51:58 GMT -5
Brekkerial ran from the kitchens to the candidate barraks. She knew exactly what the humming meant. She might not be a dragon rider yet but she just knew she would be soon.
Her heart hammered in her chest and she didn’t bother trying to duck and cover while she dressed in the soft white gown her mother had given her on the occasion of her first Stand. It had been the one she’d worn when she had met her life mate for the first time.
She smoothed the soft fabric against her body before slipping it over her head. Her soft boots came off her feet and she grinned as she pulled the sandals from her locker. She loosed the braids that had hung down her back while she worked in the kitchen and ran her fingers through her hair.
She took a moment to breathe deeply. The last time she had been passed over by the hatchlings. She closed her eyes before walking out of the barraks.
“The dragons choose.” She reminded herself in a low voice.
She caught glimpses of others getting ready and even walking before and after her as she kept to her sedate pace. It could take another hour before they actually began to crack. She wanted to run… oh how she wanted to run but she clasped her hands and walked quietly.
Entering the hatching grounds with the others she saw some she recognized from the kitchens dressed like she was. She crossed the hot sands and clasped one of the girls hands and gave her a trembling smile.
“Almost time!” she said and looked at the eggs. Like most of the candidates, she had been in here and had even run her hands over some of the eggs including both the Silver and Gold eggs. She laughed at herself really; she had told them all how beautiful they were in her soft voice.
Still holding the other girl’s hand she squeezed lightly and gave a little bounce, giggling with nervous energy.
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Post by nerys on Aug 11, 2010 21:39:43 GMT -5
Nerys hadn't realized right away what the sound was that seemed to fill the Weyr. Luckily for her, she was already in the candidate barracks when someone came rushing in to announce loudly that the eggs were hatching.
Eyes wide with nervous anticipation, excitement, and even a hint of fear, Nerys quickly donned the white garb she'd been given and slid her feet into the sandals.
As she hurried across the sands, afraid to miss anything, she hardly paid any heed to the others converging onto the hatching grounds. When she arrived, she realized she was one of the first of the candidates.
The eggs were moving! Yes, it was clear! They were actually rocking on the very sands themselves. As Nerys watched, memorized, she felt someone grab her hand. Turning quickly, her face broke into a smile. Brekkarial. Nerys returned the squeeze as she turned her gaze back to the eggs.
"I don't know what to expect," she whispered to the girl who had become her friend over these past months.
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Post by Echo and Anayeth on Aug 11, 2010 22:51:16 GMT -5
The day of the Hatching was nearly upon the Weyr. Echo knew, the other candidates knew, shards, the whole Weyr knew, and even the Holders knew. ‘It won’t be long now,’ was Echo’s prognosis if someone asked her. Just because she was a Dragonhealer and she had seen the eggs a little more than some didn’t mean Echo had a stopwatch in her brain telling her exactly when the eggs would hatch. Not even Chalarath had that, and these were Chalarath’s eggs, which, technically speaking, was saying something. All Echo could do was wait for the day they were to hatch just like anyone else, which was, of course, what she was doing when the dragons started to hum.
Technically, Echo was always waiting for the hatching, no matter what she was doing. This particular day, Echo set herself to redoing her shoulder bag. Recently, she’d found a better leather strap for the bag and had fitted the bag with the new strap. It fit her better now and would not wear down for quite a while. But now, Echo needed new supplies. She exchanged her old numbweed jar and fellis juice skin for new ones, added redwort and bandages, and put in a few more odds and ends. The bag felt comfortable weight-wise against her hip, and she smiled and nodded with appreciation of her own skills.
After she cleaned up her former workplace, Echo headed toward the kitchens for her candidate duties. She’d drawn the short end of the straw this time around and so had to help wash and dry the dishes. Aloenna sailed after her. The green was growing so large now, and so couldn’t really fit comfortably around Echo’s neck while she was hurrying along. Sure, she could fit on her neck if she wanted, but Aloenna did not want to right now. Instead, she flittered back and forth behind Echo, almost flying into random people that passed the duo. But Aloenna did not mind; rather, she liked when people dove out of the way. Perhaps she would find shinies.
Suddenly, Aloenna blinked between with a hum on her lips. Normally, Echo would not have been phased by her firelizard’s sudden disappearance if it weren’t for the hum Echo had heard before the Green disappeared. Echo spun in mid-stride and walked as quickly back to the candidate barracks as she could without looking too insane. Luckily, she wasn’t the first person back to the barracks, but by that time the firelizard and dragon hum had grown, swelled, until it could be heard by everyone. Echo undid her vest and boots, throwing the former on her cot while placing the latter by the foot of the cot. Then she took the robe, white and pristine to candidacy standards, and shrugged it on. It looked boring, drab, and she really didn’t feel like ever wearing anything as white as this. Unfortunately, she also knew it wouldn’t stay just white. Then, as if given as an afterthought, she pulled on her sandals.
Aloenna reappeared then, and her humming grew with intensity, though by no means was as loud as it could be. Echo didn’t plan on waiting any later than she had to, though, and so headed toward the Sands. Upon arrival, she noticed two girls, hands linked. Nerystimon and Brekkarial. They were nice girls, and Echo decided to go over to them. But only after bowing to Chalarath, which she did. The bow was deep, and she acknowledged Chalarath with a “Congratulations, again, Chalarath!” And, of course, the bow. Everyone must acknowledge the Queen in some way. Afterwards, Echo walked over to where Brekka and Nerys stood and joined them. “Hey, guys! This’s pretty exciting, huh?”
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Post by L'ryn and Cerbanyth on Aug 12, 2010 3:53:40 GMT -5
Today was the day Lyryn had been waiting for. The Hatching. Getting up after a surprisingly sound sleep for once, he took a few chimes to get ready for the event. He dressed in the long white linen pants and long sleeve white linen tunic he was to wear to the Hatching. The last thing he put on was his knotted cord that signified him as a candidate, which fitted over his shoulder. He hoped that before the day was over, that knot, so devoid of any color at all, would have the color of a dragon, his dragon. He had no clue what color to expect from the eggs, other than that one egg that was a pure golden color. That must be the next Gold queen, and they only impressed to girls. He, like other candidates before him, had touched the eggs just briefly before leaving them be. He didn’t want to upset the Gold queen that had laid them.
He took the remaining half chime to try and do something with his long hair. Down to his waist and the color of blood in sunlight, his hair sometimes had a mind of its own. Today was one of those times. Managing to brush it out to a presentable look, he left the long locks free. Now it was time to head out to the Sands where the eggs had hardened ad were ready to hatch. Sliding on the sandals that would protect his feet from the hot sands. They weren’t called the Burning Sands for nothing after all.
Joining the other candidates on the Sands, Lyryn heard the hum of numerous dragons around him. He had to admit he was a tad nervous now that the time had come for the Impression. Loads of questions ran through his mind, one coming back again and again…
What if he didn’t impress one of the dragonets?
Lyryn tried to shake the nervous feelings away as he waited with the other candidates for the eggs to hatch.
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Post by L'can and Tanemoth on Aug 12, 2010 12:32:48 GMT -5
B'lor had recruited Lorcan to help oil Imahyth. The Wingleader was busy with a lot of things, so help was needed. Lorcan was perched on the bronze's back, oiling between his wings, when the humming began. He felt it before he heard it; a reverberation through the dragon's body, and then the humming sound. Lorcan and B'lor exchanged a grin. "The Hatching! Get going, boy. I'll see you on the sands," the bronze rider told Lorcan, who slid off of Imahyth's back and hurried to change into his white clothing.
Dressed in a fresh white tunic, Lorcan made his way to the sands. The humming filled the air, heightening the sense of excitement. He hopped a little when he stepped onto the sand, which had gotten hotter. He was glad they were allowed to wear sandals. He had heard that candidates used to be forced to go barefoot. He looked over the other candidates. The girls seemed clustered together, which was usually how it went when there was a Gold egg. The other candidates were scattered around in their formation around the clutch. Lorcan walked up to the clutch and bowed to Chalarath, then joined the others.
He went to stand next to a boy with long red hair whose name he had never learned. Lorcan smiled nervously at the older boy. "Hey, good luck," he said before looking at the eggs. "I hope a bronze hatches first. That means good luck," he said, partly to the redhead, partly to the universe. The Weyr needed all the luck it could get.
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Post by L'dron and Heroth on Aug 12, 2010 20:36:29 GMT -5
The sun was hot out at the riverbank that ran closest to the Weyr, where Landron had chosen to spend most of his days as the time for Chalarath’s eggs to hatch neared. That way, he would be able to keep to his Craft as long as possible and still be on-call should the dragonets decide to make their debut while he was at work. Landron had also made the black runnerbeast, whom he had began to call Campaigner, part of his daily routine and was at the river with him, belly deep in the water as the equine kept himself cool in the late-spring day. Looking over to his companion, Landron let out a hearty laugh at Campaigner’s antics. After a moment however, he decided that the runner had the right idea, set the fishing line he was tying down, took his shirt and boots off, and leapt into the water to take a quick swim.
It was only thanks to the fact that Landron was relaxing in a back-float that he realized something was happening at the Weyr. As he was gazing at the pleasant white-clouds that were drifting lazily through the sky above them he noticed something strange: dragons were coming from every direction towards the Weyrbowl making a strange noise, something quite odd-sounding to a human whose ears were half-submerged in the cool river water.
“By the First Egg! What is happening?”, Landron said aloud, intrigued by what he was seeing.
But that was just it. ‘The eggs.’ was the only thought that rang in his mind. The realization left him dumbstruck for a moment, like an expecting father who had just gotten word that his mate was having their first child. Nearly drowning himself, Landron struggled to get to his feet and half-ran, half-swam over to Campaigner and mounted the runner while they were both still half-immersed in the river. There was no time to gather his fishing gear or his shirt and boots lying on the river bank. Not when his life-mate could already be looking for him! “Come on Campaigner! Yah!”, he said, nearly wishing the runner could sprout wings and take him there instantly. Or take him between at least!
However, the trusty runner was well versed at getting people where they needed to go quickly, and thanks to the fact that he had been able to relax and cool down in the river, he was fresh and eager to gallop as fast as he could: this was one of his favorite humans anyway – he would never overwork him and seemed to always give the runner special treatment – so he was happy to be able to help. Before Landron knew it, Campaigner was dashing through the Weyrbowl, and he guided the runner to take him to the candidate barracks, not even dismounting but riding him all the way to his own quarters – startling other candidates who were scurrying to get to the sands just as quickly as he was.
Faster than any other time in his life, Landron dismounted and ran into the common bath to get the fish-scent off of his skin and scrub his dark hair into submission and neatness. Not caring about anyone else or worrying about who saw him, once he was finished he dried with the first towel he saw, he ran to his bunk wearing nothing until he was able to throw on his issued white candidate tunic and pants, nearly forgetting to slip into the sandals until words from the candidate-master, D’vin, rang through his head ‘The sands are hot: hotter than human feet can stand.’ Smiling at his own rush, Landron went back and put on the sandals.
He was finally ready!
Closing his eyes as he drew in a deep breath of air, Landron released his stress. Opening his eyes once more, he swiftly walked into the tunnel way where he had left Campaigner. Taking the reins and tying them together around the runner’s neck, Landron lead the animal to the exit, tapping him gently on his hindquarters to indicate he should go back to the pens. Obediently, Campaigner jogged off to where he knew he would find a bag of oats waiting for him while Landron went and entered the hatching sands.
It was a magnificent feeling as he stepped onto the warm sands, the heat radiating through the plain leather sandals currently adorning his feet. He sent a silent thank-you to D’vin for drilling the essential facts and necessary things to prepare for Standing. There was no way he could have escaped without injury to his feet had they gone unprotected. Landron could feel the humming of the dragons deep in his chest, and a wave of emotion swept over him, calming him and shaking him out of his earlier half-panicked state.
Walking out to join the other candidates, Landron first turned towards Chalarath and bowed deeply to what could possibly be one of the last two Queens on Pern. “They are as magnificent as you and their Sire”, he remarked to her, proud to be one to Stand before the clutch. He then turned and walked over to where the male candidates were standing, joining them.
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Post by alix on Aug 12, 2010 22:35:57 GMT -5
Alix had been putting away some items in the storage area in the infirmary when she heard the great humming of the dragons. Hearing the glorious sound she droped what she was doing, and was about to race out of the infirmary when she caught sight of her master exiting from the neighboring room. Walking up to him she said "Master the hatching is upon us I have to go stand." She herself could feel the excitment in her voice. She watched as her master nodded is head and pointed to the exit, saying that she had to hurry up if she was going to get to the sands in time before the egg started hatching.
Racing out of the infirmary she headed straight for the candidate barracks. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster as she came closer to her room, and it wasn't because she was running. She knew that this was possibly the biggining of a new life for her. If she impressed she would become a weyrling and then a dragonrider. One of the most respected people on Pern. She would always have a friend there to be by her side, to love her, and comfort her when she needed it, and best of all she would never be alone again.
Stopping at her door she opened the door being sure to close it behind her as soon as she got in so she would have some privacy to change. Walking up to the chest at the foot of her bed she opened it and started searching for the stark white candidates robe and sandles. Finally finding it she stripped off her clothes, quickly tossing the robe over her head. With the robe on she felt as it reached down to almost her knees. The sleeves stopped at her wrist making it a bit to long for her tastes. Strapping on the sandles she walked out the door, her feet picking up speed with ever step.
Making her way to the hatching sands she felt as the heat eminated from the giant sand-filled cavern that also had so many other peoples dreams. Today 22 of them would change for the better. Today 22 of them would begin their path to becoming the future protecters of Pern! With this thought in mind Alix walked into the hatching sands with a smile on her face ready to face this glorious day!
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Post by J'lor and Tonuth on Aug 13, 2010 14:00:26 GMT -5
J'lor had a new duty this hatching. He smiled as he heard Tonuth begin the hum that meant there would soon be new dragonets and riders in the weyr.
He didn't know where Sorelle was but he'd been hanging around the weyrling barracks for the last few days making certain things were prepared for the new 'class.' Now he jumped on the big brown and flew down to make certain the pails of meat were being prepared and the assistants were bringing them and would be ready to escort their charges off the hatching grounds once the parings were made.
Twenty two new pairs, that was a good solid number for a young queen.
Once he was certain all was being transferred to the weyrling's corridor outside the hatching grounds he went trotting into the hatching grounds.
He remembered his own impression day and he'd been scared to death not that he showed it to his Weyrleader father or bronze rider brother. He'd stood on the sands tall and strong for his age. The eggs rocked and the dragons hummed like they did that day.
I knew you that day J'lormine. The moment I hatched, I knew you. He turned and looked up on the perches at the back of the stands smiling. He was amazed that the dragon whos long term memory was notoriously bad would remember that. I will always remember my first day with you. His big brown lifemate hummed with anticipation and encouragement, eyes whirling as he watched the eggs with his brown brothers.
Chalarath was laying behind the eggs and curled protectively near two of them. He looked carefully as he bowed, he had only come in once to count and hadn't realized there were more than just the one gold egg. He didn't quite know what to make of the other the great queen had rolled near it.
His eyes scraped the stands but though he saw both R'enh and Maram, he didn't find either Sorelle or Sivarith in the stands. His eyes moved back to the candidates marked by their white robes. His assistants stood ready to start retrieving the weyrlings as they paired up.
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(OOC: J'lor is Weyrlingmaster for this clutch)
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Post by Brekka and Panitath on Aug 13, 2010 14:16:53 GMT -5
"I don't know what to expect," she smiled at the dark haired girl who had become her friend, and then she saw Echo approaching across the sands and reached out to grab her hand as well. She squeezed before letting go. She smiled at Echo and after seeing her bow to the gold queen felt silly for forgetting. She bowed and thanked the queen for allowing her near the eggs.
"Just keep your head and move out of the way if they go for someone near you. "
The eggs rocked and the hum increased as the stands filled. It seemed so many from the Weyr and even the hold were being born in on dragon wings. She was scared but knew she should watch all the eggs even though her gaze kept coming back to the two on the side.
She shook her head, she'd been through this once already and just wanted to impress, hoped she was good enough to attract the attention of one of the baby dragons as they emerged from their shells.
"They're quite clumsy right out of the egg and can hurt you accidently in their rush to get to theirs."
She knew enough to watch their eyes and direction to scramble out of the way of a baby dragon who wasn't coming to her. Of course that was why they tried to spread out instead of clumping up but she just couldn't let go of Nerys hand.
She couldn't help but fidget as she waited. Her knees kept shifting and her feet began to feel the heat of the sands creeping through her sandals.
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Post by O'rion and Serenith on Aug 13, 2010 19:19:12 GMT -5
Oskarion was doing nothing more normal than rearranging his clothes when the humming began. In the beginning, Oskar dismissed it, thinking it was those gorram kids trying to fake-hum again. Yes, some weyrbrats sometimes randomly situated themselves outside the doors to the respective candidate rooms and hummed a tune that might have sounded like a hatching tune. So, for the first couple minutes or so, Oskarion ignored the call. He was just taking out his white shirt and pants when another candidate stormed in and told everyone that the hatching was nigh. Blinking, and belatedly realizing he could have been one of the first ones on the Sands if he hadn’t thought that the kids were making the noise, Oskar shrugged and continued to spread out his things.
The other candidates were hurrying. Oskar realized that he should hurry, as well, but also realized that he wasn’t one of the last ones to leave the barracks. He still had time. His blue eyes scoured the meager clothes on his bed before he packed away the ones that didn’t really matter. What mattered now was the tunic and pants, and, of course, those sandals. Shiny, perfectly shiny.
Before he put on the candidate’s white clothes, he stripped himself of his old ones. He removed his pants first and pulled on the white pants without any delay. He might be bedding with other boys, but he knew that some other boys liked it when people took off their pants. He disliked it, but knew that was how the Weyr worked. It was strange, a little, how different the Weyr was from his old Trading caravan, even if the Weyr was new. Even if the Weyr was quite possibly the last one on Pern.
With his pants on, Oskar leaned over to pull his sandals on, hoping for the whole world that he didn’t have to stay on the Sands long. Oskar was not one for heat. After that, he pulled off his shirt and folded it nicely and put it away in his trunk. His stomach rippled with muscles as he stretched languidly. Then he pulled on his shirt. White. It wouldn’t stay white. They never did.
“Well, then. Shall we.” Oskarion told himself, a personal invitation to go. It was inevitable that he go; he wouldn’t risk a dragon not Impressing to him. But the boy was a Trader at heart, and he took risks others might not have believed possible, even if a risk was coming late. Olivia met him at the entrance to the barracks, and her eyes glinted with pure excitement.
“Next Turn I’ll be able to Stand!” She crowed with delight as she likened upon his appearance.
Oskar’s mouth separated into a hearty smile, “Olivia, when you Stand, I’ll be there rooting for you every step of the way.”
Olivia grew curious, “Even if you don’t Impress this time?”
Oskarion shrugged, closing his brilliant blue eyes for a second to consider this. “Of course. I’ll stand right by you and cheer you on every bit of the way,” Oskar said, nodding which made Olivia laugh and punch him playfully on the arm.
“You will not, silly!” She said, and bounced, “Hurry, hurry! Others have already been on the Sands! I’ve seen ‘em!”
“If I hurry anymore, mei mei, I’ll be as fast as a dragon who goes between.” Oskarion chided, though this was in no way true: Oskarion was taking his time.
Olivia, exasperated, pushed her older brother in the back in an attempt to get him to move faster. Oskarion, laughing, let her push him until he stopped and said, “This is too far for you, Olive. You’ll have to go to the Stands now.” Olivia’s eyes grew round as she realized she’d ‘pushed’ him all the way to the Sands.
“Oh, I’m rooting for you!” Olivia declared triumphantly as she fist-pumped the air with success. Oskarion feigned defeat then smothered Olivia in a hug. He left her with a huge grin on her face. She’d make it to the Stands okay.
Then Oskarion felt the first twinges of nervousness enter his system. He patiently walked over to the Queen dragon and bowed for her, thanking her at the same time that he was able to stand for this clutch. Then he turned and spotted Landron. He headed toward the boy, since he wasn’t too sure if he was allowed to go speak to the girls or not. Not that he’d want to, but, hey. Anyways, Oskarion adapted his more serious composure, one he rarely had when he was around Olivia, and nodded to the other boys. “Nice time for a Hatching, don’t’cha think?”
As he scanned the slowly moving eggs, he thought one word: ‘shiny.’
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Post by Darvin on Aug 13, 2010 20:20:05 GMT -5
D'vin strode onto the Sands like a colossus, clad in a sleeveless vest, and loose pants, his face freshly shaven, his clothes ordered, his features, for all the preparation, still showing the roughness of his character, unpolished by either blowing winds, or coarse sands.
"Nerys," he called out, stepping onto the Sands. "You will do well!"
"Candidates," he bellowed. "You've learned your lessons. Do me proud!"
He grinned widely, and leaned against the stands, and glanced back at R'enh and Maram. Regardless of his personal issues with R'enh's leadership style, he still recognized him as a powerful and competent leader. He caught the Weyrleader's eye, briefly, and smiled, nodding, before looking back out to the sands. He called to a pair of male candidates, who stood off to the side, hugging each other, obviously intimidated by the occasion, "Get in line! In line! They're not going to kill you unless you let them!"
He sighed, under his breath, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Foolishness, the lot of it." His voice carried clearly the rolling of his eyes.
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Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Aug 14, 2010 9:22:43 GMT -5
An aberrant keening pierced the air, sending chills down Ceinwen’s spin. She had never before heard anything like this. She stood stock still, unable to move as she attempted to reason out what the cause of the sound might have been. But it had stopped just as soon as it had started, so she turned and returned to her work tending the medicinal garden that had been established for the Weyr. Then she heard it again, this time however, it was much lower and lasted a bit longer than the first. “Curiouser and curiouser,” she muttered in surprised interest. Soon she could hear various croons adding to the legato chorus. Suddenly it dawned on her what it all meant. Her eyes widened and she sprung to her feet and broke into a run toward the candidate barracks.
It had been less than a week since R’gant had placed her on the back of his mammoth dragon, telling her that Xainth and he both felt that she would be an ideal candidate for impression. She had been completely stunned. Ceinwen was a holder’s daughter and had always believed that her lot in life would be the one laid out and dictated by her father. Now as she quickly pulled her clothing from her body and exchanged it for the stark white kaftan and soft leather sandals that had gifted to her, she began to believe that her stars had been changed.
Ceinwen took herself swiftly from the barracks to the sands in the most direct route she knew. By the time she arrived, the sands were already filled with a sea of white. She felt a little embarrassed at her tardiness, but swallowed back the apprehension, lifted her chin and made her way over to the female candidates. It felt as though the entire Weyr was already present. The realization only added to her butterflies. As she moved past the grand golden Charlarath, Ceinwen paused and turned to face her. She looked at the enormous head of the queen with eyes downcast in reverence. Placing her hand over her heart in silent admiration and gratitude, Ceinwen curtsied very low, holding the position for a few moments before rising back up.
Moments later she had taken her place among the others and stood watching the eggs upon the sands while her heart beat wildly in her chest. She tried to recall the instructions that had so hastily been given her, but her mind was full of fog. Ceinwen took a deep breath in an attempt to bolster her own fortitude, letting the rest of the world around her fade away until all that remained was the gleaming sheen on the shell before her.
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Aug 14, 2010 16:18:23 GMT -5
OOC - Once your egg has hatched -- feel free to RP you and your dragon The eggs began rocking and the hummmmm of the dragons quieted to a background sound. Suddenly Chalarath bugled as the first of her eggs cracked right down the middle spilling forth a Bronze!!. Good luck for the Weyr! He struggled across the hot sands crooning and weaving his head as he peered at the candidates. Finally he seemed to find what he was looking for he made almost a straight path for Oskarion. Serenith knew his mind as he butted his head into the boys legs. “Your Serenith needs food” he announced. (Serenith is an aggressive Bronze with the llusions of silvery flecks on his legs. He is a leader and he knows it. He is confident and cares deeply for his rider”)
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