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You enter the hatching sands of Igen and gape. The white robe of the Candidate you wear is light, but the hot sands burn through your thin sandals. The great golden Queen before you turns her head to watch you mince towards her eggs. A loud hum is heard and suddenly, the eggs start to rock wildly. Will you Impress?
(Leave your name, age, and gender somewhere in your post.)
((You must be at least 14 Turns to Impress.))
  • ~>~ -- Kalya, 09:05:40 12/15/01 Sat
    Kalya gingerly stepped onto the burning Sands, but in a second she didn't even feel the pain. She was here, where she had always dreamed of being, and the sands were the last thing on her mind as she gazed at all the eggs, walking as close as she dared and admiring their beauty. A flash of memory caught her, and this time she let the memory come, for it was inevitable, really, she would find it in the hidden recesses of her mind sooner or later...

    She had peaked out from the brush, in her ragged, worn-torn clothes, this being her fifth day away from her father's small hold, and she was a runaway. She saw him look about nervously, and bury a small, whitish object under some refuge in the trash. Kalya's eyes lit up as she had known it must be something important...

    She shivered slightly, even though the sands were warm, for though she had come to terms with her father, and forgiven him, she had still not wholly come to terms with her best friend Joth's death. And this object she would find in the trash would, in most ways, change her life forever.

    Kalya had crept out, her rags clinging to her body as she rummaged as quietly as she could through the trash, finally finding her prize-the white-green egg. For her! Then she paused and bit her lip. Joth had helped her escape, the lizard should rightfully go to him! Bearing the egg proudly to Joth, she deposited it in his lap, grinning from ear to ear. "I don't know what it is, Joth, but fada tried to hide it, so it must be 'mportant." Joth had stared at the egg as if it were a miracle.
    "Doncha know wha' this is, 'Lya?"
    "No..." she had replied apprehensively.
    "It's a fire lizard egg!"
    "A what?"
    Joth had stared at her in shock, then shook his head and explained it. "Little critters that look like-" before he had finished his sentence, her father had found them and taken her home, though luckily he had been too busy with something or the other to punish her. So when Joth had told her that he needed her, she had come, and the egg had Hatched.

    Thank Faranth for that wonderful fire lizard egg! If she had not seen the creature inside, seen how it was absolutely loyal to Joth, and how he could talk to her with his mind, and how she could go between...

    "'Ll call 'er Dawn Sister!"
    "Great name, Joth!"
    The green flit had come cheeping out happily, and Joth had fed it, and Impression had been made. They were irreversibly bonded until death would one day make them part.

    That egg was the thing that had caused her to believe, later, that Joth had not been lying about the creatures she had seen in the sky, that there really were dragons. If not for that, she wouldn't be here most likely. Oh, she would have run away eventually, but without her hope of Impressing a queen, to change Pern, she would have waited longer, and been too beaten down to have any hope of saving her life.

    But her life was not in the gutter yet, no eggs had hatched, and she still had the chance to help change her beloved Pern, make it a better place, and maybe, someday, stop people like her father from keeping their children from having dreams...

    Snapping out of her thoughts, she sat down in a corner, content to stare at the many, beautiful eggs in front of her, but what awed her most was the beautiful queen Kylith, whom she had never had a chance to see before. Was she an example of what every queen looked like? To change Pern-that was her dream, to make a difference!

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  • {Woops, sorry...} -- Alara*Aghath, 01:51:59 12/14/01 Fri
    Aghath enters from between, the two females on her back. She lands on the wall, as to not stir up the golden sands that would soon be heating Kylith's eggs. *You'll fit,* Aghath assures Alara, though both dragon and rider know that Jenna hears as well. *Go along until you get to the stands...* Alara nods, leaping down nimbly. Then she extends a hand for Jenna.

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  • Returns -- Jenna, Levi, 19:13:13 12/14/01 Fri
    She rentered the Sands, feeling a rising sense of obscurity, turning the klah She had sipped moments before slightly sour, Nervous? She asked herself with a pained smile, Guess so.... but who wouldn't... She jerked her head up, not even noticing the new canidates, hesitanting she decided whether to talk to them or not, then taking a reluctant step forward she raised her hand in friendly greeting, " 'Ello." She said cheerfully, though, Levi gave an envious chirp and flared her wings, somewhat beating Jenna over the head, sending images of a lone, sad little green flit, a portrait of herself perhap. Jenna winced slightly and mumbled aloud to her flit, " Your a pain, I don't see why you didn't hatch a Wherry with all your-" She never got to finish, Levi instead chirped hurt and dissappeared between, Jenna grimaced, and sighed, " Wait come back! I was kidding..." She gave a rueful sigh, sitting on a bench herself, " So, Are you here to impress?" Jenna already knew the answer, they all wanted the queen deep down, they all claimed to need her, but say that egg was not gold, say it was green, their hearts would then most likely go out to another--- The thought struck her as odd, and then to an extent, somewhat funny, They all wanted something, but Jenna...
    She paused, and said softly, in a near inauible sigh, " All I want is not to dissapoint my only friends..." Then mentally she added, And perhap another friend, but, yet... more then just another friend, a lifemate, a creature she could share her thoughts with, without feeling absurd... She blinked, rubbing her eyes to clear away her thoughts, wishing only now to have a conversation with another canidate. Turning back to glance at the other she grinned once more after her prolonged pause, " I'm Jenna, and you are?"

    ::OOC::}{Social, one small step for Jenna, one giant leap for her player (named Jenna...) }{ ::OOC::

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  • The girl rushed into the Sands, staring at all the eggs... -- Kalya, 21:57:56 12/14/01 Fri
    But somehow, though she didn't even intend for it to, her gaze ended on the queen egg. She didn't want to touch it for the egg wasn't hard, but as she looked at Kylith's beautiful clutch, her heart swelled with joy, and memories emerged that she'd cared to forget...

    “Joth, Joth, please don’t go! You’re only a little sick, and I’m going to Igen soon!”
    “Sorry*cough, cough* Kalya, don’t think I can.”
    “No no, you’re my only friend!”
    “’M just a drudge Kalya, yer a holder’s daughter, you can Impress.” Dawn Sister, the green fire lizard Kalya had brought from her father’s trash for Joth chirped sadly, and in pain, and her heart compressed as she realized Joth must be near death if Dawn was so worried.
    “Joth, promise me you’ll live! I want you to be free since you helped me so much!”
    “Sorry ‘Lya, don’t think I can. You can’t change my fate, but you can change that of Pern! Go achieve yer dream ‘Lya.”
    Sobbing, she could hardly look in Joth’s eyes as she knew he was fading.
    “’Lya…you were the o’ly one who’d care fer me when I took sick, ya gave ‘m Dawn Sister, best gift I ever got from any’body…go Impress the queen ‘Lya, fer Pern, fer yerself, and fer me…Bye Kalya.” Her tears had soon wet the makeshift mattress she had set up for Joth.
    “M’ o’ly friend!” Dawn Sister had cried a cry so horrible, etched with the pain of loss of the focus of her life, that it shattered Kalya’s heart, as the tears came in a flood and Dawn went to the     between forever.

    Her father had come up behind her then, and shoved her to the ground. “Why yous cryin’ ‘ver a lousy drudge, Kalya? He was jus’ a drudge.”
    “But he was m’ o’ly friend…”
    “Ya don’ need a friend bein’ a holder an’ runnerbeast breeder like me!”
    "Oh yeah? Then what was mother for? Ain't she s'posed to comfort you?"
    "I never lov'd ya mother Kalya, th' o'ly reason I married her was because she knew s' much 'bout runnerbeasts!" Even as her father spoke the words, Kalya knew they were false, he grieved, and gently Kalya had touched his shoulder, trying to sooth him.

    He had slapped her hand back, it hadn't hurt, but she had yelped at his subtle return of what kindness she had tried to give him. Her heart had hardened forever, irreversibly toward him then.
    She had looked her father straight in the eye and stuck out her chin. “Joth was a better friend than a father you’ll ever be.” Her father had smacked her so hard she had gone rolling.
    “Doncha talk to me like that missy! I’m yer father!”
    “And ya know what else fada?” she had asked of him, wiping the blood off her face that was dribbling down from her lip, “I’m gonna be a dragonrider!”

    He had taken her home and whipped her so hard the scars had been there for days. She couldn’t even crawl until the third day, and then she had crawled out to bury Joth, brushing the crawlers off her friend with tears in her eyes.
    She had born with her father another half turn, until she had run away, being old enough to Impress. She had taken the fastest runnerbeast and sped off to Igen Weyr, and she never planned on coming back.

    Some people she had met along the way had felt sorry for her, and she had been quite surprised. What was misery in her life compared to how miserable Joth had been? She had survived so she could come here, that was what mattered. She hoped to Impress the queen so she could change Pern for herself and for her best friend Joth, but had seen enough miseries in her life to know, on a level in her brain, that she might not receive the queen. She could only hope, though she suspected that if she Impressed a green maybe she’d be just as happy.

    Kalya slowly felt the tears trickle down her cheeks at the old wound of her's. But here, on the Hatching Sands, about to try to do what she had always wanted, her heart let go of the pain, and she forgave her father. If nothing else, this Hatching had been worth that. And she no longer cringed at memories of Joth, but there was one thing left, her determination, which included her ambition and drive. She would Impress for her old friend, just as she had always planned, but now there was no bitterness in her desire to Impress. And who knew? Maybe even the queen was for her...

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  • She enters the hatching grounds, her head held high and her chin trying not to quiver -- Wessae, 10:01:08 12/14/01 Fri
    "The Holds have no place for me, the Halls do not call to me. I want to Impress." Her eyes,which are the color of winter orchids drink in the empty sands, and her heart sinks slightly. "But I can wait. I can wait forever if that's what it takes. I will stay." She sighs with just a hint of sadness, but she takes to a side shelf bench, burying her toes in the warm sand. "It sure is different from elsewhere. Here I have no one. Unless..." She trails off her thought, gazing raptly at the sands. "But he went to Eastern Weyr, not here. Igen is the one I want."

    Curling into a tight ball of knees and elbows, the girl reminisces on the day she had decided to go, to strike out.

    It had been cold, the frost had danced teasingly with the municipal buildings. Her brothers were loading and crating herdbeasts, whose protestant bellows fogged the air.

    "Where're you taking those?" A voice drunk with weariness issued from a dark space. The slight, slender young Wessae hovered at the door of the building, shoulder length hair mussled from sleep on her canvas and wherehide mattress.

    "To the Weyr, 's our last shipment to 'em." Her brother Mylak's voice grunted as he pricked a stubborn rump with a prodder.

    "The Weyr? Like in our games? With dragons?" Her voice rose with each question, excited and elated.

    "Yeah, 'cept dad wanted to pull up stakes and move north. We'll be leaving Weyr country any day.."

    To be continued, I have to go to school now!

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  • Enters -- Kalya, 23:28:47 12/05/01 Wed
    Kalya smiled as she entered the sands. Here was where she belonged! She had come here, because, well, she wanted to do something with her life. Bitterly she remembered how her family at Telgar had kept her in ignorance, how they had never told her about dragons at all...

    "Fada, what can I be when I grow up?" "Why a runnerbeast breeder, just like me!" "But isn't there something else I can be?" Her father's eyes had turned mean and he had slapped her across her face so hard that tears streamed down in a torrent. "No! Nothin'! Ya hear me child, nothin'!" "But fada, what about the creatures I see in the sky sometimes, the ones who have people on their backs, the people who wave to me?" He had slapped her twice more so her face was red and burned with pain. "Ye're imaginin' things Kalya! I wanna here no more folish notions of ye's, ya understand?" "Yes fada..." she had run crying to her room. "Mada, why-" "Be quiet Kalya. Don't ask questions." She had run crying from their hut to the drudge's kitchen, where she had seen her drudge friend Joth. J-joth, I'm not imaginin' am I? I saw them fly-things." "They're not fly-things Kalya, they're dragons! Doncha know bout em?" "No, fada tol me they was imaginin's..." "They wasn't Kalya! Go to Igen Weyr, them's queens gonna rise soon. Impress there. Come back and buy me outa drudgery!" Surprised, Kalya had dried her eyes. "I wanna do something with me life, I wanna change Pern for the better." "Do that Kalya. Go an try ta Impress the queen, become a Weyrwoman and then you can make Pern better." She had sniffed and stood up. "I will go ta Igen and Impress!" "Good for you Kalya! Just remeber, ya gotta have ambition and drive to be a Weyrperson. But be kind, too." "Alright, I think I can do that!"

    That had been a year ago, on her thirteenth birthday. Joth had died from a chill he had taken that had never gotten better. She bit her lip. She could now never buy Joth out from his bondage, but she could come here and Impress the soon to be queen she was almost sure would be a part of the Igen queen's clutch. I want to help make Pern better, I want to do something with my life. And to do that, I need to Impress the queen. Plus, though she had never mentioned it, she just plain wanted the queen. Wanted to be important and special. She had run away from her father's oppression and she was strong enough now, she knew it! She had escaped at night with only a knife and a runnerbeast. I have enough ambition and drive to satisfy anyone, I can do it!

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  • *is starting a new thread* -- Alara, 19:50:28 11/16/01 Fri
    Alara shakes her head violently, now somewhat over her surprise. "No, of course not! There have been those with your ability, your gift, before. They were all very talented Weyrwomen, as well." On an afterthought, she adds, "Except for one, who chose not to stand."
    {Not naming any names...}

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  • Memories... -- Jenna, Levi, 18:34:35 10/28/01 Sun
    She enters, seeing no one around but herself and her flit. Walking toward the bleachers she thought, thought about her past... no... She wouldn't remember... It was too painful to remember... Sitting down on a strudy bleacher she sighed, watching the Sands, for no apparent reason. Levi chirped, concerned. Then flitted to Jenna's other shoulder. Jenna grinned faintly, before caressing Levi's emerald green scales, " You're the best firelizard anyone could have, know that?" Levi creeled, before taking to the air, performing a few loops and turns, landing back on Jenna's shoulder, quite content with herself for teh time being. Jenna grinned, " Show off." Turning her attention back to the empty Sands, her thoughts wandered...

    Whispers...
    Rumors..
    After the Threadfall that was so long ago...
    Only a few turns old...
    Poor lil' thing,
    Fatherless too...
    and after her mother died, he was her only family...
    Orphan...
    The dragons were the reason... the dragons...
    Died during Threadfall...
    Between... forever...
    Forever...
    She jumped up from her place, nearly shouting, " NO!" Then without warning she fainted, the past being too much for even her...
    Levi chirped as Jenna fell, grabbing on to her shirt, trieing to hold her upright. Instead she tore a small amount of the shirt itself. After several unsucessful attempts to wake her lifemate she flitted into between to get help...

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  • ... -- S'sha and Kylith, 19:59:14 09/30/01 Sun
    *The Weyrlady wanders in, her expression stonily upset. Kylith rumbles, and any rider could discern the equally upset note in the queen's brassy tone. S'sha stops and crouches, running her fingers through the fine sand. "It's cold, Kylith. Cold." Her voice is choked, shaky. The gold croons, trying to soothe her rider. I can wait. I'll make myself wait. The tall woman stares at the sand, rubbing a pinch between her fingers. "You can't, love. You know you can't." They'll blame you if I fly now. You are the youngest 'leader. S'sha nods slowly, her lips tight. "I know. This isn't the best time for a change in leadership, either..." The rider trails off, wondering if her beloved will correct her, perhaps Corath has a chance...? No. She cringes. With an abrupt motion, S'sha stands, brushes her hands off, and spins on her heel in the accustomed that's-final gesture that she's unconsciously perfected over the years. A small smile crosses her lips as Kylith adds, If I'm right, I'll be flying on your birthday. With a proud posture befitting a queen's rider, the Weyrlady strides out of the grounds to tell Ginny.*

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  • OOC -- Igen, 13:47:48 05/27/01 Sun
    There is no clutch on the Sands at this time!

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  • *Kuvoth lands, D'tir dismounts, his face is ashen* -- D'tir and Kuvoth, 21:03:15 05/09/01 Wed
    *D'tir looks at Evelene, S'sha, then Evelene again. He strides over to his weyrmate... leans over slightly and whispers in her ear...* "So... how much trouble are we in?"

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  • The girl stumbles in. . . -- Chavala, 20:29:33 05/18/01 Fri
    Her tired hazel eyes scan the empty Hatching Sands. Already on the verge of collapse, this unencouraging sight almost sent her over the edge. She would still be required to wander. . .? Her eyes turn upward in a plea for help. Never accepted by her father, unable to be loved by her dead mother, Chavala is at the end of her tether. If she cannot Impress, what will be left for her? A life as a drudge? No; she shook her head vehemently at that thought. Never a drudge's life. Despite her insecurities, she decides then and there that she will stay in Weyr life, whether as rider or helper in the Lower Caverns. There is a sense of security here, the kind of which she has never been allowed to feel. She lies in the sand, staring up at the cloudless aquamarine sky, reveling in her sense of somehow belonging. She didn't know how she fit in, but she was going to find out. After soaking in the sunny warmth of the sands for a moment longer, the slim girl stands, brushing off the loose folds of her green dress that hide her growing woman's body. Setting her face resolutely toward the Weyr, she heads for the Beach, determined to get a taste of Impression at the least. . .

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  • Nia walks in ((OOC: Nightraider! It's Alexis!)) -- Nia, 21:58:39 05/09/01 Wed
    A girl of sixteen walks in, remembering her past. She relives the past few years at her home in her mind. Her grandparents had moved into her parent's home after they couldn't afford to live in their old house. They moved into a small room, and, not used to the new setting, stayed almost all the time in that room, disliking the change of scenery. Grandfather was all right, but Grandmother was a hassle most of the time. She fussed over little things, almost always criticizing her. But she didn't argue back. She held it all in during the day, and cried it out at night. Then her older sister, Jasmine, came. She had been with a boy, Justin, and they had a baby. Unfortunately, Justin was scared of the fact that he now had a son, so he ran. Jasmine was so fixed on the idea that he would turn into a good father, but it didn't happen. Nia and her mother went to tell Jasmine that she could live with them for a while to get back up on her feet, but she was so independant that she refused the offer. That night, Nia and her mother had stayed up watching South Park, but didn't take any humor in it. They cried, and Nia believed that she was never going to see her oldest sister again. She was wrong. Later, that year, Jasmine and her baby were not doing too good. Nia's mom was afraid that the baby would die, so her mother and father took her in. Jasmine, who was twenty-four, had stayed two years in their household. Whenever she got angry, she always took it out on Nia. Nia, though she dearly loved her sister and grandparents, was relieved when they finally moved out and took control of their lives again. Now, it was time for Nia to take control of her life as well. She brushes back her thin brown hair from her hazel eyes, anticipation growing and hope forming. She smiles nervously but kindly at the Queen. She steps up to the hatch, her eyes washing over the beautiful eggs. "They're beautiful," she whispers, awed by the sight of them. Her eyes grow transfixed on the eggs, and she patiently awaits to see who will get the dragons inside.

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  • Impression -- Numar, 20:03:04 05/13/01 Sun
    As Numar stands watching the egg lie there in the sand as he brushes back his hair. After trying once at Fort and failing as he watched his good friend Z'll get a blue he wants to be at the same level as him and have a cute and cunning dragon by his side. He doesn't care what color but he wants a dragon. He brushes back his blonde hair as he watches the egg lying in the sand.

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  • *The girl of sixteen turns walks in* -- Shelli, 23:45:55 05/04/01 Fri
    She had simply been here to help out around the weyr... cooking and such... and had come up to see what all the commotion was about! The hatching had already taken place so what could it... "By the first egg... a green clutched!" Shelli shakes her head, blinks, rubs her eyes and looks again! "It's still true!" She glances at Evelene, then Palirth, then the eggs... it was her chance.... to escape the life of cooking alongside drudges and tending glows... perhaps... She hurried outward, hoping her whitish dress would work as a candidates robe as there were none availible. She bowed to Evelene and to Palirth then glanced around at the three remaining eggs... would one choose her?

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  • *A girl walks in....* -- Shiva, 19:15:23 05/01/01 Tue
    *Her peasent cloths dirty and warn, but she carries herself with pride. Her blazing red hair has gone unbrushed for along time, but her emerald eyes still sparkle a challenge to anyone. She grips the heavy walking stick and glares. She wouldn't allow anyone to hurt her again. She sets the firelizard egg down, it's just about to hatch. She stands again and glares, anyone who gets near her would be in for it. Little did they know how scared she was inside.
    I can't believe all that's happened, she thinks. It was just yesterday that she had stumbled onto the southern weyr, hungary and tired. She had met Sria there, who brought her here and had convinced her to try and impress.
    I shouldn't even try. I'll probably just get the worst most deformed brown there is, she thinks. Yet she feels alittle excitement when she thinks about a gold.
    Wouldn't it be nice if I could impress one. Then I could maybe rebuild that old weyr out in the south. She shakes her head and stamps her foot.
    No! I'm probably not going to impress anyway. But that's a good thing. Afterall, what do I need with a dragon. It'll just get in my way. Anyway i'm leaving tomarrow. I'm only doing this because Sria was so nice and wanted me too. She calms herself. Then glares at everyone again. She hated the way they stared at her. Like she was less then them, just because she was dirty and homeless. Sometimes she wanted to cry, but that would mean she was weak.

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  • He walks in, he eyes dart around -- Tayin, 16:28:57 05/03/01 Thu
    nervoulsy he licks his lips, his icy blue eyes move around seeing others with the dragons they had impressed. he wished dearly to have a companion like them......having lived alone for four turns when his parents 'dissapeared' on his tenth birthday, he shifted cold panic came over him ' what if they know of his past?' no! he thought they could not, he brushed the light brown hair out of his eyes, he was small for his age (14 turns). He waited hoping despertly that there was one egg left for him.

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  • Impress -- Jay & Zem, 20:27:32 05/02/01 Wed
    The girl of 14 turns walks in, having given up a fort. She looks around nervously. Would she Impress here? Probebly not. She would probebly have to wait till the next clutch! *chrip!* in reply to her bronze Firelizard she strokes him & waits to see if she shall impress

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  • Canidate... -- Karou, 22:17:43 04/27/01 Fri
    The male canidate enters quietly, glancing about with eyes that spark with excitement. He is tall and his body is chisled with muscles that he has earned from working hard with his family. His complexion is tanned, and his serious, brown hued oculars take in everything calmly. He says nothing, not yet, although he would usually be bouncing around with excitement. He scolds himself into a disiplined stance, looking over, trying to look stoic, but failing horribly. He is soon 'dancing' on the balls of his feet, watching the green 'I would be quite lucky to impress one from this green...imagine...it's rare...a green hatching...but me impressing...' Can't stop the laugh that emits, but he instantly changes it into a low chuckle. What a thought! However, the thought still lingers, and he grins bashfully...he will never be able to settledown, he is too active and is excited much too easily.

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  • **The young girl runs in....** -- Kayet and assorted flizards, 20:27:20 04/27/01 Fri
    **Panting and with three flizards flying around her head and a brown on her padded shoulder, she skids to a stop. Seeing the eggs, her entire expression transforms itself into pure joy. All she ever wanted was to Impress, to never be alone again, to follow her sister, to be happy! And now she was so close to that dream coming true. With a firm, yet thrilled command, she sends her flizards out to wait for her outside. They obey, Maho reluctantly leaving her shoulder. She steps near a few eggs, trembling with anticipation.**

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  • .... -- Chare and Rinos, 20:41:42 04/27/01 Fri
    The tall, well-built girl enters. She tosses her silky hair back and regards the eggs with eager, almost greedy, flashing green eyes. Her pale skin seems to glow from the adrenaline high she gets from being on the Sands. The heat doesn't bother her at all, having lived 16 of her 18 Turns at Ista Hold. She awaits impatiently.

    Her brother follows, his simple features a sharp contrast to his sister's defined countenance. His dark skin, tanned from turns working in the fields, nearly matches his brown hair and plain brown eyes. He gives the green's rider an affable smile and climbs into the stands to watch.

    Chare gives her older sibling a startled look and mouths 'what are you doing' to him. He simply shakes his head and gestures for the girls to go ahead and try their luck. Chare glowers at Rinos, then shrugs and watches the eggs eagerly.

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  • A male Candidate, nearly seventeen Turns old, stalks onto the Sands, blue-grey eyes scanning over the eggs... -- Darren, 14:08:49 04/28/01 Sat
    Tanned skin accompanies a defiant expression, shoulders tensed, as if bearing a great burden. Again his eyes search the Sands, noting each of the eleven, mottled eggs. They were small, yes, yet it would truly be a fascinating Hatching. As each and every Hatching was, he swiftly corrected himself. He takes a step back, sure to leave a sufficient amount of space between him and his fellow Candidates. There would be fewer injures obtained this way. Brushing away strands of ebony black hair from clouded eyes, he watches with an expression of mild amusement. They were wonderful, each and every one of them. Hoping that every Candidate present was blessed with the Impression of a dragon, he waits, too thrilled to begin a conversation with any of the other Candidates.

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  • ~The green dragon wobbles in, egg-heavy and seriously unaccustomed to the weight....~ -- Evelene and Palirth, 18:54:44 04/27/01 Fri
    ~Later, a rather pale girl with a flit's tail wrapped around her wrist enters. Gold Myrr chitters at the rider to hurry up and tugs at the girl's arm, still fluttering in the air. Evelene suddenly shakes out of her trance at Palirth's trumpeting bugle of triumph and pride and joy to see her rider's face. Myrr lets out a trill of happiness. Eve, no longer in shock, shakes herself literally and flings back her hair defiantly. She knows the Weyrwomen and Weyrleaders are angry with her. But they didn't teach Palirth to chew stone! Palirth bugles again and her rider's pale green eyes are drawn to the small -but healthy!- clutch on the sands. "Eleven! My love you did wonderfully!" It was a long flight, and Kuvoth is a strong brown, the green replies smugly. Evelene carefully goes to each egg, testing it. "All healthy, as far as one can see now! None empty. There might be a few deformities.." she trails off. Myrr chitters in disagreement of her human's thoughts. Eve grins and holds up an arm, and the gold flit settles down and hops to her padded shoulder. Eve suddenly notices the burning hot sand 'neath her feet and yelps, dancing from one foot to another. She races back to the tiers, hopping up onto the lowest one. Grinning impishly and with her green regarding her eggs, Eve swings her legs and waits for Candidates to come.~

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  • Fea -- Fea, 20:53:29 04/12/01 Thu
    She steps up on the sand staring at the two remaining eggs."I hope to impress."She thinks to herself.She plays with a strand of her short strawberry hair.She thinks she is stupid,thinking she could impress a bronze but they are only impressed by boys. Although she wants to.If this girl of 16 turns could impress, she would be the pride of her family.She sits on the hot sandsnear the last two eggs.She can only hope......

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  • A rather small girl walks in. -- Slenya Rouska, 20:59:16 04/12/01 Thu
    Very timid but at the same time ready for an adventure and, hopefully a dragon. She is rather homely and expects nothing from anyone one. She does not want to hope for a dragon lest she be dissapointed but her joy in being there shows plain on her face as she stands, shifting her weight as not to burn her feet. Her petitness betrays her maturity and in fact age. Slenya was almost 15 and hoped to impress. Her rather homely appearance is made a bit eccentric with her shockingly electric blue eyes. [i]I hope... No I must not. Hope for the future and hope in destiny is what I must have. If I don't impress, then I'll... I'll...[/i] She finally hoped she would impress.

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  • Ouch! This sand is really hot! -- Alara, 00:48:27 04/12/01 Thu
    A girl walks neverously on the sands. "Oh! I'm late!" She looks around quickly. There are few people left, and she wonders what if I'm too late? Are there any eggs? Alara almost bursts into tears, but quickly blinks them away... all that for nothing? Again, she looks around. "I'm not too late!" she practically yells aloud for there are still eggs left...

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  • A girl rather tall girl walks in... -- Taina, 10:10:15 04/13/01 Fri
    The robe touchs the ground lightly. Her long brown hair blows in the gentle soft breeze. With her soft gentle hazle eyes she gazes at the last egg and then smiles thinking of what her brother said, "Be yourself, trust in yourself" She just thinks of the egg not even noticing how hot the sand is through her sandels.

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  • *The Weyrlady smiles happily.* -- S'sha and Kylith, 23:48:59 04/13/01 Fri
    *Kylith lifts her head and lets out a brassy bugle, signifying all eggs have hatched at last. S'sha smiles broadly as the queen springs into the air, not even waiting for her rider as she dives for the Bowl. Starving! S'sha waves all of the new riders off and then slips out of the Sands.*

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  • A green flit pops in from between... -- Flirt, 15:15:18 04/13/01 Fri
    She calls out pertly and drops a message on the sands before disappearing. The message is as follows:

    To the people of Igen Weyr:

    My queen, Faith, has laid a large clutch of 31, including one queen egg. We are in great need of candidates, for the eggs will hatch within a week. Please send a message by firelizard and a rider will come to take you to Fort.

    ~Amira, rider of Queen Faith, Weyrwoman of Fort

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  • The girl of sixteen turns enters the sands. -- Zephira, 21:59:23 04/03/01 Tue
    The soles of her feet grow hotter upon the hot sands but she does not fidget. Instead, she simply keeps her eyes upon the now soft shells of the eggs... wondering if there was a dragon out there who would choose her to be her partner for life. She remembers courtesy and bows to both Weyrwoman, Weyrleader, and Queen Dragon. And with that, she begins to walk around...

    Everything was happening so quickly! Candidates and dragonlings joining together as one! She had seen many hatchlings, and had run forward to help them, but was too late... the young hatchling would be impressed by another.

    White robe flowing she wanders to another egg, she watches it calmly, deciding to wait for it to hatch... perhaps her future was inside of it? She gets shoved aside as the green hatches from the egg. Another girl impressing the young creature.

    With an annoyed glance the girl stands back up to her feet and dusts herself off. Dragons wouldn't choose a dirty candidate... at least, that's what she'd been told. She continues walking around, calmly looking from hatchling to hatchling... simply wondering... Could one of these creature's ever choose me?

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  • A young looking boy slowly steps in. His white robes loose and comfortble. -- Zayith, 11:31:03 04/11/01 Wed
    His eyes wonder around, then he spots the last two eggs. "I am Zayith of 12 turns! I hope to Impress an egg." What if you get a bronze? The thought comes by him suddenly. He waves it away. Him? A Bronze? He was nothing but a servent boy. A Bronze! Never. His eyes were set on all the other dragons. He marvelled at the Bronze ones, stared in awe at the gold, dreamly looked at browns, and sighed in admireation at the greens and blues. I will get a dragon..... or at least I hope I do... It's easy for anyone to tell that he's worried about if he's going to Impress or not.

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  • Three eggs left! -- S'sha, 16:08:14 04/11/01 Wed
    And remember... you can't pick your dragonets up! Ever! They're that big even at hatching. Their heads reach from your hips to your chest, depending on the color.

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  • K'mi runs in. Baroth right beside him. K'mi is holding a rocking firelizard egg, he falls to his kness, -- K'mi, Baroth, & Shine, 20:25:57 04/09/01 Mon
    This is it Baroth! It's finally going to hatch! I can feel it! On this rock!" ~Ya think! Ya think?!~ "Yes I do! And I think the perfect place is right here! Were I got you Baroth!" He places the egg in front of him. ~What next?! What next?!~ "We wait!" A though suddenly comes over him. "Baroth?" His tone is now flat and sad. ~WHAT?! WHAT?!~ Baroth is still excited, and jumping up and down in circles. "Baroth, what-what if I don't impress the Firelizard?" Baroth stop jumping and stares into K'mi's eyes, care and love shining in them. ~You'll impress. I know you will. That girl in the main Igen place, she thought this egg was nothing. But it will be something once it meets you K'mi.~ K'mi stares deeply back into his dragon's eyes. The egg sudenly begins to crack, making both of them look at it. A tiny bronze head peeks out. ~A Bronze!~ The bronze firelizard makes its way out of the egg, then looks at K'mi and Baroth *Chirp!* K'mi picks him up. Sunlight shines off him. "Shine. You'll be Shine. Or should it be Sh'ne? I don't care. I'll call you both." ~See K'mi? What did I tell you!~ The dragon looks at Shine. ~Hello little thingy! Welcome to our group!~

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  • K'mi runs in. Baroth right beside him. K'mi is holding a rocking firelizard egg, he falls to his kness, -- K'mi, Baroth, & Sh, 20:15:48 04/09/01 Mon
    This is it Baroth! It's finally going to hatch! I can feel it! On this rock!" ~Ya think! Ya think?!~ "Yes I do! And I think the perfect place is right here!

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  • ::runs in, blue eyes filled with worry:: -- Luna, 10:42:41 04/08/01 Sun
    ::pants wildly, hoping that she still has time::
    Name: Luna
    Age: 11 years
    Gender: Female

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  • *he watches the last of the eggs patienlty* -- Nickolas, 13:06:14 04/08/01 Sun
    *The sands burn beneath the thin materiel of his sandals as he bows to the Queen. Many, many of the eggs had hatched and long since left the sands. He felt a twing of sadness sweeps through him. How many eggs are left? Any? he thinks to himself and finally sees one or two left. He steps nearer to them, not daring to get too close. Getting here had been a struggle for him. His grandparents had been alive when Fax of High Reaches still lived and they had feared the riders and they had taught his parents to fear them. But it didn't matter anymore, his parents were dead and he was a Candidate. What his parents and grandparents did no longer mattered because he was here at Igen with a burning hope in his heart. Ignoring the heat that surrounds him on the sand, he stands and waits.*

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  • *The twins enter the Hatching Grounds.* -- Kakim and Lifn, 18:35:46 04/06/01 Fri
    *Though they are twins, Kakim and Lifn are completely different. Both are twenty-one Turns, have walnut hair and gray eyes. Kakim is bold and charming, Lifn is shyer and more bookish. Though they both are competitive and have a fierce protective streak. Kakim hopes to Impress, as does Lifn, but neither are sure if they will be sucesful...*

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  • ~A shadow~ -- Aryna, 12:50:43 04/06/01 Fri
    *+*The girl walked in, her feet burning on the Sand in the mid-day heat. She didn't care too much at all, the white flowing Impression robes did what they could to keep the candidates cool. She took a pot near the wall and sat watching, muttering to herself, but seemingly talking to a wall*+*

    "I can't believe I'm here, from Ruatha to here was such a long journey. The dragons are beautiful, like I saw in the sky, but I am so nervous, I can't help it. I don't want to let father down you know."

    *+*She kept her eyes downcast beneath her short, ebony hair. She was a sport, both her parents had red hair and brown eyes, but she came off with black hair, dark skin, and light green colored eyes. Most thought she was adopted, except her, her parents, and her nurse. Her father encouraged her to follow her path before he had died in a fire, and her mother had died shortly after of grief, leaving her alone, with only a small necklace, an amethyst embedded in the silver, as a small memory. She clasped it in her hands and thought of her father.*+*

    [You are not a "freak" or whatever thoe people called you. You are unique, and you must show it with pride, or else.] he had mock threatened her, as he would do when she came home and had been teased.

    *+*The girl sat for many seconds before holding her head high and standing, still against the wall. She replaced her necklace to its usual place around her neck, and took in her surroundings. The Sands were bright and alive with excitement as adolescent after adolescent impressed the dragons. Images of her Impressing the beautiful Queen Gold dragonet flashed through her mind, and she willingly let her mind wander around those fntasies. She vaguely realized that some stared at her with strange looks, but she no longer cared. She was there!*+*

    *+*She strode gracefully out into the center, glancing at the great golden Queen that sat, staring down anyone that hppened to get to near to her eggs. The girl swallowed her fears and stepped near, closer than most of the candidates, unto the Queen. She hesitated momentarily, then performed a graceful bow toward the Queen and smiled. She moved closer thn all of the candidates had dared to go, matching the Gold's stare. She stood and waited patiently for her try at Impressing*+*

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  • *The foursome walk in.* -- Jikin, Lilit, Gigre, and Sorscha, 17:00:32 04/06/01 Fri
    *Jikin glances around at the others there. His light blue eyes hold a wisdom that gives him an air of appearing much older than his twenty five years. His light skin becomes quickly flushed from the heat the Sands give off. He steps back slightly.*
    *Lilit wasn't exactly optomistic about Impression. She was after all only thirteen. What dragon would have her? Ah well. Perhaps she'd meet the Harper...She scans the people looking on. Her brown eyes looking for a flash of Harper blue. The white of her Impression costume and the blonde of her hair swaying round her body as she turns to look behind her.*
    *Gigre wanted fiercly to Impress. He'd been ecstatic since the bronze rider had picked him out. The magnificent beast had been like a sending from heaven, carrying him away from the monotony of being a weaver. Something his parents had hoped for him to become since he'd turned fifteen. He'd spent three years at it and still didn't enjoy one single thing. Perhaps this would be his relief...*
    *Sorscha was clearly enjoying herself. The queen egg drew her eyes like a magnet. Her eighteen Turn old body was quivering with excitement. Her flaming hair swaying slightly behind her. Her deep, almost black violet eyes contain a happiness that can only be challenged by those who Impress. Even if she didn't she could still tell those at home about her adventure.*

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  • Shock, disbelief, and hope -- Tanikli and Euroth, 19:28:12 04/06/01 Fri
    It was as if some force pulled her towards the sight of the dragonet. She blinked once or twice in incomprehention of what was about to happen . . . then . . . suddenly, she knew. There it was. That . . . feeling. She felt pleasantly warm all over, not the warmth of heat, but a burning love. Everything was wonderful, new, bright. What a wonderful person stood before her, but that wasn't her thought. The most perfect person standing upon the sands . . . that also was not her own thought. Suddenly, and abrubtly the words formed in her mind. The greens strong, yet youthful voice was firm and commanding. Euroth . . . she rolled the name off her tongue, the dragonet looked up, her head tilted slightly to one side.

    Well? Came the questioning voice. Am I going to get fed or will I just have to sit here and waste away as we speak?

    Tanikli shook her head for a moment. It seemed so surreal. To reassure herself of this oddly dream-like reality she reached out to touch the soft, velvety hide of the young dragonet. Euroth butted her head gently against her hand.

    I'm real. No need to worry about that. Euroth gave her an accusing look. Food . . . NOW.

    Tanikli chuckled at herself. How could be so neclectful? This was it. THIS was IT! Never again . . . alone or fearful. Never again . . . never again.

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  • A new Candidate stepped onto the sands... though something seemed different... -- Ralek, 17:19:19 04/06/01 Fri
    She was of nearly fourteen Turns, standing at a level height. Her auborn hair lay gently across her shoulders, against her golden-tanned flesh. Metallic grey eyes swept across the scorchings sand, taking everything about this place in with a mere glance. Her head was held high, and she strayed far from the shadows, showing no sign of shyness or unease. She waited in absolute silence, her mind flickering into a flashback of the previous days...

    "Ralek! Come here!" A young woman called to the child. Her hair was a light golden, her cheeks red from the bitter cold. Ralek didn't both looking up; she had known of her presence long before she had yelled. With a small sigh, she rose from her perch on a stately boulder, taking steps towards her Mother. She stopped in front of her, eyes averted to the ground. "Yes, Mother?"
    "What are you doing here in the cold? Get back inside, you'll catch your death."
    "Tis the beginning of the warm season, can I not stay?" Her eyes pleaded at the woman above her. With a sigh of frustation and depair, she nodded. "Aye, you may stay for a little longer. But the moment I call, you come, understood?"
    "Yes'm." Was the simple reply. Her Mother went back into their snug home, leaving her once again, alone. She walked to where she had been previously, laying a hand on the great stone. The chillness did not bother her, did not make her shiver, nor sheild her eyes from the blasts of wind. 'What of the Weyrs..? What will become of Pern, now that the Thread has returned?' Her mind raced; she knew not what to do. She could not lose her beloved Pern; it was her life, her very home. After the last gleam of sunlight had left, she stood alone, wondering what would become of things now. A voice yelled clearly above another blast of wind, this one louder than the last. "Ralek, come! It is cold outside, the suns have set!" Ralek turned, walking back inside. It was warm, a fire blazing in the corner, the walls reflecting the welcoming glow. But something was amiss. She sat in an old, windbeaten chair. Her Mother came, sitting beside her. "Ralek, you have not been yourself. What is wrong?"
    "The Thread is back, I have heard. I know not what to do..." Her Mother looked at her with cold eyes, then sighed and looked to the wooden floor. "I cannot let you Impress, Ralek. You belong here, with me."
    "Please Mother! What use am I, here? Not even the strongest of men can work this frozen soil, how can I be of help to you?" Her mother sighed, then looked up at her daughter. She spoke in a calm tone. "Ralek... you are not my daughter. You were found by me, on the doorstep, nearly 14 Turns ago. You cannot Impress, you are of no importance, no wealth. Only those of high places may Impress a dragon." Tears in the young girl's eyes, she stood up angrily, eyes gleaming. "I will Impress, Mother... you cannot stop this. I will do it, for Pern... and for you." With that, she walked to the door, opening it against a blast of wind. It was closed behind her, the wind still screaming furiously at the small house. Her Mother stayed where she was, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She whispered quietly to herself, and to the lonesome howl of the weather. "Heavens help her.."

    She blinked, coming back to reality, awoken by the words of delight from other Candidates. She waited, hoping that her day would come, to help Pern, as she had vowed that very day.

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  • I was gone for a while, so I missed it I think.>>> -- A curious Someone, 00:36:06 04/06/01 Fri
    Could someone please tell me who impressed the queen egg?

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  • *The Weyrwoman grins happily, her queen broody but satisfied.* -- S'sha and Kylith, 18:02:21 04/06/01 Fri
    *S'sha lets out a whoop of joy, completely contrary to her supposedly 'serious' rank, as the queen egg hatches. Kylith bugles, startling everyone. S'sha wipes tears from her eyes, incredibly happy, and smiling hugely. Now 26 dragonets had been Impressed, and there were only 8 to go! She mentally recounts the colors in her head: 10 greens, 8 blues, 3 browns, 4 bronzes, and gold queen Taliath with rider Ralek. Kylith mentally disapproves of the small numbers of bronzes so far, but... she can't truly help it. S'sha chuckles at her queen's complaints about her second mating flight, where Zioth had caught her. The queen repeats, trying to drill it into her rider, that she hadn't gotten high enough -which S'sha promptly reminded her was her own fault- and that Zioth was such a young, incompetent bronze -which S'sha nearly agreed with. Kylith, amusement in her tone, tells S'sha that the man makes the dragon. That's not fair, my love... if that was so, I'd be so grouchy when you clutch that no one could stand me! S'sha tells her queen, then lets out a light, summery laugh, and grins. Eight eggs left. She settles down to watch the end of Impression.*

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  • Patience -- Tanikli, 01:17:10 04/04/01 Wed
    Seventeen turns old as she stood upon the sands for her first time. Maybe this would be her time, maybe it wouldn't. Much like many others before, perhaps she would find her lifemate amongst the eggs of another clutch. Though . . . if that was so, would she be there? Or would her life take her back to the roads that she had lived upon all of her life? Traveling from one end of Northern to other. Even having one trip to the much larger Southern continent. If she left these sands . . . would she ever return again? If . . . what an ugly word. She thought. It brought up all of the posibilities yet showed no solution. If . . . how could these presumptions help her? They couldn't. She'd just have to make her own descisions. "What if" was not a thing she often liked to think about, unless it was dealing with a problem and leant somehow to the solution thereof.

    Again she shook her head, clearing her mind of the thoughts. If one's mind is troubled how would they be able to attract (sp?, can't spell today) a draonet? Then again, if they're turely ment for you, what should it matter? There was that word again "if". Of COURSE it was a definate. It wasn't a matter of "if" it was a matter of "being". As she'd seen repetadly upon the sands just today it was indefinately the dragonet that chose. Who could sway one so determined to find their lifemate? Their SOULmate? For that is truely what they become. Something entangled with your own soul and thoughts. Not merely some odd beast that you happen to share your life with and care for, the dragon is that other half that you never knew was empty.

    She reflected upon stories she'd heard from years past. Dragons climbing up into the stands in order to find the one that they KNEW was the right one, even when all those around thought the person shouldn't even stand upon the sands. Just the oposite she'd heard of young people climbing over the stands to answer the call of a young, pleading dragonet. From the start could the newly forged bond be that strong? She peered around upon the young people who were either now feeding their young dragonets, or leading them off the hot sands. For a moment she shifted her wieght, the heat was getting upon her nerves in the slightest. Yes, it could be that strong. She could see it, in the young, bright eyes of the person. Even then they'd be ready to die for the dragon besides them perchance the situation called upon it.

    Yet agian she turned her full attention upon the eggs, some were still rocking, others the claws and nose of the small dragons could be seen tearing at the shells. Though the golden egg still remained silent, along with a few others, not quite ready to reveal themselves upon the hot sands.

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  • The young candidate enters the hatching ground. -- Sria, 12:02:20 04/01/01 Sun
    and looks at the clutch with her sea blue eyes, thrilled to be here. She brushes a strand of copper hair out of her eyes, and thinks to herself.

    Scorch it! I should have rubbed on some extra numbweed.

    She looks down at her arm, where a thin, blood encrusted cut runs from her elbow to her wrist, from where her brother had sliced her, trying to prevent her from coming here. She looks back to the clutch, and a thrill runs through her as she sees an egg start to move. She shifts her feet, the hot sand burning through her thin sandals, and sees a young green impress on the girl next to her. She sighs, she wantsso much to be a DragonRider, but she fears inwardly that she will never be impressed, and if she does, certaintly nothing more than a blue...

    She stems her thoughts, and continues to watch, happy for the people being impressed upon despite herself. Besides, she was only 17, she might have another chance. But she wanted so much to be a DragonRider...

    [OOC: I posted this further down the board, but nobody replied, soI figured I would just post it again so you didn't have to search through the messages for mine, lol]

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  • A ragged looking girl enters -- Janey, 20:16:04 04/03/01 Tue
    She stumbles in and looks around, amazed at the sight of the Dragons. She sudenly looks the Queen in the eyes, having been staring at all the Dragons. She gasps. "Y-you must be the Queen! Oh wow! I never thought-NEVER- that I would actualy see a Queen Dragon! I've lived as a slave all my life.... Oh! I'm so sorry! You don't want to here that...." The 13 turns girl continued staring up in awe at the Queen, unable to take her eyes off the magnificaint beast.

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  • *The young woman steps onto the sands.* -- Makina, 17:05:50 04/01/01 Sun
    *She is only seventeen but determind. The white uniform swirls around her legs, a stark contrast to her dark hair and skin. Her eyes seek out the queen egg and she watches, transkixed. She admires the queen, but does not stare.*

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  • ::stumbles in:: -- Karee, 21:07:07 04/02/01 Mon
    "My name is Karee" she mumbles.The look in her face says she is not afraid but sad.Her parents were killed when she was three and she was raised by her brother.
    "All I want is to find a best friend." She sighs,her blue eyes sparkling with hidden tears.Her long blond hair waves the slightest bit.Although she is only 12 she hopes she is not too young or too late to find a dragon for her friend


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  • *The candidate walks in, his bare soles burning on the hot sand* -- Tebell, 23:25:24 04/01/01 Sun
    *Gingerly the boy of seventeen turns picks up one foot, then the other. How hot it was! By the first egg! he thought to himself, If they don't fry the eggs maybe they'll actually hatch! His eyes widen, and he clamps his hand over his mouth, afraid his unkind thoughts had been spoken out loud. He shakes his head, all the days here at the weyr must be getting to him.

    He looked slowly around the sands, it seemed so much different today! Even though, he'd been here before, rubbing each of the eggs gently as the WeyrlingMaster had instructed him to. The thought of impressing a dragon was beyond Tebell's wildest dreams. Just the thought of having a mental link with one of these magnificent creatures overwhelmed him. It scared him in a way too, he'd been told how many weyrlings would die in the first battle of threadfall, coming out of between to be hit by a clump of thread... or just going between and never coming out. But he was ready for it. Ready, and willing to fight for his planet and home.

    He bows respectfully to the queen dragon known as Kylith, then to the Weyrleader. Tebell then began watching all the hatchlings as they emerged from their shells. He glanced at a green, did she want him? He hurried towards her but watched as she was impressed by a young girl. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the impression of the new queen, but shoved that thought aside, trying to find the dragon meant for him. Would there be one? He didn't know. But he could certainly hope.*

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  • ~The young woman enters.....~ -- Evelene, 12:35:45 04/01/01 Sun
    ~Brushing a lock of loosely curled black hair, she winces at the burning sands beneath her thinly-shod feet. Her white robe of the Candidate swirled about her tall, well-set frame. No one could, or would, call her thin, but she certainly wasn't weak.~

    ~She steps forward, her feet never slipping once on the sand, her eyes fixed on the clutch before her. She executes a graceful, deep bow to the Igen queen, and then stops her forward movements. She's now near several eggs, and she will wait.~

    ~The heat of the day is now, and she can feel herself nearly basking in it. Her deep blue eyes watch the eggs nearby intently. Long-fingered hands fiddle with one sleeve of her robe, and her mind drifts back, reviewing all she did to get here.~

    ~She had been born and raised at Ista Hold, and she was used to scorchingly hot temperatures. In fact, she enjoyed them as much as dragons were said too. Her life was good, her training as a harper pleasant and quite interesting. Then had come the day when Benden riders had come on Search. Her parents had been fairly pleased when they had pointed her out, though she was loved and they hadn't an intention of getting rid of her. They only wished the best.~

    ~She had gone to Benden Weyr. Hesitating at the sands, she had watched as the queen egg Impressed, and cried at the beautiful sight. She was just about to go out there when a blue rider stopped her, and said Candidates were needed at Igen. So he took her here, where she now stands. In her heart is the yearning desire to Impress, in her mind the intense longing, and in her soul the pure hope which brought her here today.~

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  • ::The candidate walks in slowly, her soft grey eyes looking across the sands.:: -- Janeli, 20:54:14 03/31/01 Sat
    ::She watches happily as many other candidates are joined through body and soul to a dragon. She herself was quite determined to impress to anything, queen, green, or blue... she brushes a lock of long brown hair out of her face, mentally scolding herself for not using that extra bit of bathing sand.

    She was from Fort Hold, and technically not supposed to be here. Her parents did not believe in thread, and thought that all Dragon-riders were idiots who used the holders and greedily forced them to give up hard earned food. Janeli didn't believe in any of that. Ever since having a brief conversation with the bronze rider who had transfered The Lord of Benden Hold to a gather at Fort she had found herself to be loving dragons and their riders.

    When she had told her mother of this she had been laughed at and send to tend the glow-baskets. When the dragon-riders came to Fort Hold on a search her father had hidden her inside, and not allowed her to leave the hold until the riders were gone. Utterly depressed and angry with her parents she had run away from Fort Hold, on the back of Sedi, her well-bred pony.

    Sedi carried her far into the midsts of land belonging to Benden Hold. Janeli had then been found by dragonriders searching for new candiates and was immediatly hustled to Benden Weyr. She was soon to become a candidate there when a message had come from S'sha, weyrwoman of Igen, saying that candidates were needed at Igen. She had been sent here, far away from unkind family, and so ever close to the life she dreamed of... being a dragonrider of Pern.::

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  • *bows to the queen* -- Tronay, 12:25:24 04/01/01 Sun
    *The sun burns through the thin soles of his sandals as he walks across the blazing sands. He bows low to the queen when he sees her and congradulates her on an excellent clutch. He sees where other dragons have Impressed and left the Weyr to go to get food and oiled. Smiling and lettign the hope show in his eyes he looks aroudnt he Weyr and sees many others with wishes to Impress. Of course you numbskull. he tells himself There would be others here. Don't get your hopes up too far. There is a chance you won't Impress any. Although any would be just great. With a grin the sixteen year old watches the eggs with a gleam in his eyes*

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  • Impress -- Kami, 10:44:30 04/01/01 Sun
    He steps up "Hello? Are thier any other dragons perhaps? I'm Kami, 16 turns, boy."

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  • Impression -- Inumé and Shenth, C'rahaz and Narith, Grottnincé and Pleuth, and Tanikli, 01:09:26 04/01/01 Sun
    Inumé looked dumbly at the blue as it headed towards her. She shook her head and suddenly heard the strong, firm, mental voice of Shenth. A smile instantly broke upon her face. Despite the fact of what riding a blue might mean for her social life she wouldn't have it any other way from that moment on.

    C'rahaz leaned down and patted the brown's soft, slightly damp hide. His hand traced a path from the dragonet's nose to his headnob as a smile slowly spread across his lips. "You're going to be the most handsome brown out there." He said. That may be, but food would be nice at the momment. Narith cocked his head and creeled a hungry plea. C'rahaz chuckles and fed his friend once the bowl of meat was in his possesion.

    Grottnincé beamed upon her newly-impressed green. Her arms wrapped around the small neck and tears of joy streamed down her cheeks. She had always been one to hope . . . but now a wild dream had actually come to past. It was unbelieveable, the joy, the happiness, the love. Still sniffling she lead the small green off the hot sands.

    Tanikli was baffled. Several dragonets had already passed her by. Shrugging she supposed the only think to do was wait. Still plenty of eggs lay on the sands . . . right?

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  • A 15 year old girl -- Raia, 20:28:29 03/31/01 Sat
    enters the hatching area, and looks around. The hot sands burn through her thin sandals, and the sun beats down on her, burning her through her white candidates robe, but she ignores it, awed by the immensity of the Queen and her clutch. Then, the eggs start to rock, and she watches, her brilliant green eyes full of hope, her brown hair fluttering in the breeze. She sees an egg split open, a brown, and walk over to a boy not far from her. The way the boy's face lights up makes her hope even more, and she watches the rest of the eggs.

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  • (Yes, I am insane) -- Inumé, Cekhennrahaz, Tanikli, and Grottnincé, 20:51:14 03/31/01 Sat
    The four stepped in, each came from a different place, each had their own ideas of what might happen here today. Each was different in every possible way. They hadn't even seen each other ultil they first met in the Candidate's quarters. But they still didn't know much about eachother. Inumé was nearing her 18th Turn. She was a journeywoman for the beastcraft and had a deft hand with animals. Keen green eyes peered across the sands, scanning the multiple eggs. Her bright red hair was held back loosely by a hair tie.

    Cekhennrahaz always had a hard time blending in with those of his hold. He was outspoken, like most 15 turn-old boys are, though often clumbsy. With such an outgoing nature he often was the cause of most of the comotion in the small hold he lived in. Nearby stood Tanikli. She was born holdess, the image of the first settlers of Pern. Strongminded, a born leader, and not keen on the idea of giving up. Black hair sharply offset her bright, icy blue eyes her skin was well-tanned from years of traveling under the sun. She'd just reached her 17th Turn and could hardly believe that she was asked to stand upon the hatching sands. Her parents were reluctant to give up their daughter, but they relented.

    Grottnincé is an eternal optimist. She had to be, the poor thing has been though a lot in her short 13 Turns. Both of her parents were taken by Firehead when she was 9 and she barely survived the desiese (sp?) herself. There isn't much of a place for a young girl when all of her relatives half a world away. Needless to say she went through a lot in those four years before she came to stand upon these sands.

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  • He just stared.. -- S'arn, 20:25:04 03/31/01 Sat
    Virth..handsome Virth..I never expected a brown..less the handsomest and biggest brown hatchling on Pern! Yes, let's get you some food! S'arn could onyl grin and hug his Virth, his dragon forever, and he would be Virth's forever..

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  • A young boy.. -- Soarn, 20:01:35 03/31/01 Sat
    Soarn sighed to himself as he took his seat at the table of Lords of Holds' sons. He took a quick glance at his father, Lord Trein of Nerat Hold, and his newest wife, Panila. Panila was his father's third wife since Soarn had been born. Soarn himself was fosterling of Headwoman Renna at Lander Weyr. Soarn was his father's sixth child. His oldest sibling, Sallera, was a gold rider at Lander Weyr.
    Soarn was only of 14 turns. He was muscular, and had almost black hair to his shoulders, much like his father's color. He had his mother's emerald green eyes, and her smile. Many of the Hold girls were very fond of him. They liked just about everything about him. He had was rounded in the shoulders. He as about 5'2, he was the smallest of his siblings. Only thing he didn't like was how long his legs were, even through they were good for running from the older boys, and how his feet were almost in a duck postition.
    Soarn came back to reality and looked around. Someone had filled his wine glass with red Benden wine. A good wine. He took a sip, and looked around. About another 30 some boys were seated around him. He tucked in his sapphire blue tunic even more. His red wher-hide pants were almost too big, the weaver at the hold had protested about sewing so small. His boots were almost too big also. He took out his jeweled knife, a special present form his father a turn ago, when he turned 14 turns. He saw another boy looking at him and quickly put it away.
    "What's that you have their babe?" sneered one of the other boys.
    "A present from my father," replied Soarn who looked away.
    "So, you aren't so small that your father dosen't notice you?" sneered the boy.
    Soarn got up and walked away from the table, and walked over to the small lake. He looked at his reflection, and picked up a rock. He threw the rock into his reflection, which then set off ripples on the water's surface. Soarn sighed as he watched the water's surface calm. Suddenly, a young girl came and stood beside him. She was right pretty.
    "The older boys makeing fun of you?" she asked in her rich, almost alto voice.
    "Yeah, what's your name?" he asked her politely.
    "I'm Orenda, I saw the boys making fun of you, they're all snobs," said Orenda.
    "Oh?" he asked as he felt his cheeks burn.
    Orenda giggled, and tried to supress it without much luck,"I'm Lord Felganer's dauther of Southern Hold."
    "I'm Soarn, third son of Lord Trein of Zerena Hold," he said in his formal way.
    "Zerena Hold? New one, isn't it, where is it?" she asked with curiousity.
    "We're part of Lander Weyr, the newest weyr, who's Weyrwoman is Weyrwoman Victoria, rider of Gold and White Galleth," he said.
    "M'ton's mate? He was my brother who died recently," she said sadly, and her expression turned to a sad one.
    "Yes, I'm very sorry for your loss," he said sadly.
    "Weyrwoman Victoria is throwing open a flight to any brown, blue, or white male rider, which I personally agree with," she said.
    "Weyrwoman Victoria is here, with her weyrbrats, Kaitlia and Quinlan, quite a cheerful bunch fo children," said Soran, who changed the subject of M'ton's death to the guests.
    "Yes, I noticed, I got to speak to her personally, she is taking M'ton's lost more than me, and I was his favriote sibling," she said, shrugging.
    Orenda was a pretty girl, but not perfect. She had short, but curly strawberrry blond hair, but almost a clouded brown eye color. He suggested to himself her eyes had that clouded look from her brother's death. She was about 5'8, much taller than himself. She wore a white dress, down to her ankles, with a silver sash. Her chest was a little flat for his liking. She had a small nose, to small for her rounded face. She had almonded shaped eyes. She had nice lips, and a great smile, even through her teeth were not perfect. She had no big of feet for her body, and very long armed, but short legged. Her hips were a little to round, but her stomach was very flat. She had a tanned skin color from the Southern sun. She had to be about 15 turns herself.
    "Yes," he said.
    "I must go, I hear a dragon roaring for me," she said, waving and walked off.
    "Bye! If you need something, send a flit to my home at Lander Wyer!" he yelled back at her, and walked off to join his father's wedding group.
    He grabbed his wine and just started drinking. He called for more until he got personally drunk. It was the next morning when he awoke, he remembered the night before. He turned over in his bed and looked at his night stand, with a note on it. It read;
    Soarn,
    If you ever get drunk like that again..I'll..I'll...ban you from visiting anywhere except Lander Weyr! We actually thought you were so drunk you had killed yourself! Your father was just as drunk, so he didn't know. Even through he was drunk, I could tell he was worried about you. Even through sometimes it seems he dosen't love you, he does. Also, one of the drudges reported you were with Orenda, Lord Felganer's dauther, from Southern Hold. I WILL NOT permit you to see her again. There is strange roumurs about her family. M'ton was the only good seed as of now prduced from that Hold. It is said he beats his drudges if they are idle at the time he is feeling like doing it. I wouldn't be one bit suprised if her murdered M'ton, becuase he was a good peson. I remember the night before M'ton had chest pain, Lord Felganer was left in a room alone with the wine. He personally handed M'ton his cup of wine. Now, get up and get something to eat.
    Renna
    Soarn sighed. He must have been really drunk to even had his father worried, who was prberly even more drunk than himself.
    Suddenly, Soarn didn't feel good, he was seeing spots, and started to have a headache. Erine, his blue firelizard, suddenly popped into the room to check on his impressor. The last thing he remembered was Erine popping back between somewhere.
    'Where am I?' Soarn thought, suddenly woke up, still with a headache.
    A cold, wet bandage was across his eyes, and another on his forehead. His head was wedged between to bricks, and when he tried to take off the bandage, it hurt to much.
    "Ye awake, Soarn?" asked someone.
    "Yes, who's there?" asked Soarn exhustedly.
    "Master Healer Werio and Headwoman Renna," answered his foster mother.
    "Ye rest," said the MasterHealer, as Soarn drifted off into a deep sleep.
    Over the next few weeks, Soarn fought fire-head and regained his strengh. He had many visitors, and quite a few times his father, who had been really worried about him. The first time he visited, Soarn could see his father had been crying.
    It was seven seven-days later when Soarn was searched.
    A green search dragon was searching at many holds, where Soarn had been staying at now. He was now 15 turns, and not muched had changed about him except his addituted to life. Zerena Hold was buzzing with excitement when the green dragon and her rider had landed. Many drudges started to pile in, helping the rider, as Soarn could see from the window of his room, where his was busily going over some ballads he needed to know.
    "He is up this way!" shouted a voice down the Hallway.
    Soarn paid no attention at all, and didn't realize the foot steps where outside his door, until the door crashed open. The green rider and his father stood in the doorway, and the green rider was pointing to him.
    "That's who Jasmirth says," said the green rider excitedly.
    "What are you talking about green rider Feltria, this my son, who is not meant to be a dragonrider!" said his father in protest, who was talking so loudly as if Soarn wasn't in the room.
    "Yes, I know you don't want him too, but I swear by the First Egg he'd impess!" said Feltria.
    "He still had not regained all his strengh from his bout with fire-head, who came form the wretched girl from the Southern!" bellowed his father in his baritine voice.
    "The Weyr would do him good, by the First Egg man, and I swear by the Egg he'd impress!" said Feltria back.
    Soarn could see his father's brow moving up and down, showing his father was thinking. It felt like hours before his father replied.
    "Yes, he may go," he said, and walked out, leaving Beka and Soarn staring at where he had stood.
    "Hurry up boy, we must get back to Igen Weyr, Hatching is soon to occur," barked the green rider at him.
    Soarn was almost felt if it was a dream when Jasmirth went between to the Weyr, where the green rider depostited him at the Candidate Barracks.
    Soarn spent the next few seven-days watching the hardening eggs. He was able to touch them. It was a piticular day when the eggs started to hatch. The Wing-second was instructing the candidates about how to care for their dragons, when a shout went up of the Hatching.
    "Yall hurry up now!" shouted the Wing-second.
    He glared paticulary at Soarn, who had been known to be a trouble maker, but he wasn't really, only he got taunted by the others. Soarn quickly threw on his robes, and ran to the Sands.
    He was one of the last to arrive, and was panting, his heart6 beating hard when he arrived. He was quite excited, for it was the Sr.Queen's clutch, and their was a few blues, and browns. HE was hoping to impress a brown, but from what the others said, he proberly impress a blue, or maybe a green. He wouldn't mind, he'd be happy with any type dragon. He watched the eggs crack..

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  • *She scuries quickly across the hot sand, hardly noticeing the burning of her soles.* -- Liddia, 17:46:00 03/31/01 Sat
    *Younge, but not incredibly so, her mind was open, and quite enjoyed the idea of dragons, even though all her life she hade been toled they didn't exist. She looks around at the eggs, thinking they were beautiful, and bows respectfully to the mother*

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  • *the tall girl steps onto the scorching sands....* -- Rhiannon, 18:02:08 03/31/01 Sat
    *She glances around and sees very few others here. Shes the fine clutch of eggs and grins at their beauty. She turned to the queen and bowed lowly. Standing straight up again her full height shone and her long light brown hair that she had pulled back with a strap of leather fell over her shoulder. Rhiannon might not be more than a day over 16 but she was determined to become a dragon rider*

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  • Clutching -- S'sha and Kylith, 10:43:14 03/31/01 Sat
    *The great golden Igen queen enters the hatching sands hurriedly, an odd expression on her face. S'sha comes running in as well just as Kylith lays an egg. The Weyrlady skids to a stop as Kylith croons and lays another. S'sha gapes and sinks down into a tier near the sands. Her queen proceeds to lay 32 eggs, including a large, golden queen egg. Considering this process took several days total, S'sha had come in and out, but slept and ate near her queen. Right now, as the last egg is laid, she's curled up on a bench, asleep. Kylith croons over her eggs, rearranging them gently and nudging each lightly with her muzzle. S'sha wakes to the calming voice of her queen. I have laid. 32 eggs, a fine clutch. Her tone is smug, and S'sha stretches and scrambles over to look. "Beautiful, my love. You did wonderful!" She smiles happily and Kylith croons. S'sha hopes those who went on Search will return with Candidates soon!*

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