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You enter the hatching sands and gape. The light 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 rocking wildly. Will you Impress?
(Leave your name, age, and gender somewhere in your post.)
((You must be at least 14 Turns to Impress.)
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- (*Grumbles about impatient Candidates...* Hold yer 'lizards, fer cryin' out loud... ^-^) -- The Last Egg, 13:02:33 08/13/01 Mon
As the two - no, three - Candidates stare ever so intently on the egg, it seems simply to shudder constantly. The dragonet within was obviously smaller than usual, and was having an awful dilema with breaking free from it's prison. With a sudden jarring crunch, time itself seems to hesitate - Ralek swears she can hear the males' breathing, they're standing so stockstill. Various snap and crackles echo from the trembling ovoid, before it finally gives way, shattering into a million different shards. Shivering on the sands is an almost impossibly small green, hide still covered with moistened egg liquid. Stumbling over her own talons, the green hatchling flounders at the Candidates' sandals, sand clinging to her damp form. Regaining her balance, she stands, staring up at the three, eyes whirling a vivid array of hues; azure to emerald, firey orange to milky grey. With a sudden lunge, she flings herself at Yamir, burying her knobbly head among the billows in his Hatching robe. Making the mental link between dragon and rider, she speaks to him in a wavering, but amazingly melodic tone. You waited for me, Y'mir. My name is Meredith, and I'll always be with you. Ralek is stunned, once again, by the devotion between riders and their draconic counterparts. Taliath rumbles her assent, pleased with herself on her first clutch. It had been a wonderful success, even the tiny green, who showed such a strong bond with her newfound companion.
(There ya go ^_^ ... I was very tempted to have her stare at you two then trounce off to Trinity, but decided that I wouldn't, since she's already Impressed a few...)
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- Stares. . . -- Yamir, 11:21:31 08/07/01 Tue
Yamir watches the Impressions taking place directly in front of him, and is totally unprepared for the sudden upsurge of longing in his heart. He stares at Zev—Z'vi, he reminds himself—and Vith. They looked so happy. Why couldn't he know such joy? But he knows the answer before he asks. He wasn't worthy. He didn't deserve it, that's why. A soft sigh escapes his lips and trickles down onto the sand at his feet. Suddenly, his head jerks up at an unexpected sound. The last egg was hatching! Excitedly, he dashes over to where the egg lay cradled in a hillock of sand. Suddenly, he stops, seeing the other boy standing there. He, too, is a Candidate for this last egg. A heart-wrenching sob tears at his chest, but he will not allow his anguish to show. He knows the egg is meant for the other boy. Not him. His egg did not lay on these Sands. Perhaps did not exist anywhere on Pern, maybe never would. He nearly cries out with frustration, nearly falls upon the sands, tearing his hair out. . . he knows he should be feeling those things. But no, all he feels is an emptiness, a lacking in his heart, to know that he will not Impress here. Oh well, the boy looked like he would make a good dragonrider. Yamir hoped he would be a good match for the egg's inhabitant. A harsh sigh exits his throat, and he turns away from the egg. Impulsively, with one last, futile hope, he swivels back. It wasn't over until it was over. . . The hatchling would decide.
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- Runs in... -- Oineil, 11:05:45 08/07/01 Tue
The male runs in, hair tousled and breathing rather heavy. He freezes, eyes half-lidded as he catches his breath. His eyes close slowly as he sees the last of the Hatchlings leave. They were right. He had been late. A small sigh escapes him, putting a hand up to smooth out his black hair. He looks over at the Queen remorsfully. Something moves in the corner of his eye. Without much hope, he turns his head, nearly crying out. He had spotted the small egg, struggling to free itself from its tiny improsionment. His heart instantly goes out to the hatchling inside it. He takes a tentive step towards it, then stops. How would the last one make its way out? He'd heard shells were hard, and the egg was small, holding something like a green, blue or very small brown. He doubted it held a brown. A brown would be able to break free quicker than a green or blue. He continues to stare at it, mentally willing it to hatch, not for him, but for itself. So it would know what color is, to heard it's lifemate's voice. Even if this wasn't the one, he'd be happy for whoever Impressed.
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- Last of the Impressions... -- Impressions..., 12:02:00 08/06/01 Mon
~Sean~ The egg that Sean had been watching trembles a bit, then in an almost violent fashion, splits straight down the side. Shivering there in the sand is a little brown dragon, wings still damp from the egg remains. There were only a few Candidates.... was any for him? Turning suddenly, he sees Sean standing almost right beside him... With a forceful headbut, he looks up at the male Candidate. I am called Kith, S'n, and you Impress me! May I have a bath, and food, please?
~Tess~ An egg pushed back into the far corner begins to shake, and after a desperate struggle, the hatchling inside breaks free. Creeling piteously, the little green flounders in the sand, making for Tess as quickly as she can without tripping on her own wings. With a final lurch, she falls at Tess' sandals, struggling to regain her composure. I am Pilith, and you are mine now! May I have some food... I'm so very hungry!
~Jakaali~ An egg beneath Taliath's great sineous head crumbles to shards, revealing a a dragonet... a bronze. With as much grace as a hatchling can muster, the bronze strides about the remaining male Candidates, eyeing them all with a critical gaze. Finally, he stops at Jakaali, and nudges him in the chest with his blunt muzzle. Feed me, J'kaali... and my name is Kioth, but you already knew that. Let's go, now. and he begins to nudge the boy towards the Bowl...
~Adriana and Trinity~ As the Hatching progresses, all hatchlings seem to steer away from the pair, stumbling towards other Candidates. You'll have to try at another clutch. (Sorry, but... from what I know, people who kill and are in general not very nice don't Impress. I know this probably seems unfair, and I should just give everyone a dragon and shaddup, but... whatever. *Shrugs*)
~Zevi~ With a final snap, the egg Zevi had been gazing at with an air of awe reveals the hatchling it had contained... a bronze, well sized for a hatchling. Hungry beyond coherant thought, the dragonet moves towards one Candidate to the next, unsure of which is his, which one is meant for him... With a final backward glance at his shattered eggshell, he pushes towards Zevi, faceted eyes whirling a myriad of blue and green, mirroring his joyous thoughts. You are right for me, Z'vi, but I am hungry right now!! My name is Vith!
Taliath rumbles, watching her children leave, paired with their lifemates. But... there is still one egg left, cushioned in the miniature dunes of the Hatching Sand. It's relatively small, and seems to be straining to hatch, though only the foreclaws show through the mottled ovoids tough surface. Crooning encouraginly, Taliath swivels her wedge sculpted head, looking up at her rider, remembering their Impression on the Igen Hatching Grounds... and there would still be one more Candidate for the one egg left behind...
(All right, either Link posts a more complete message, Trinity/Adriana revises a bit, or another Candidate comes by... I dun really care. I hope that's almost everyone satisfied... *Shakes head in exasperation*)
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- *walks onto the burning sands* -- link, 09:44:01 08/03/01 Fri
is there a clutch or dragons here?
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- Hopeful Candidates reach the Sands. . . -- Zevi and Yamir (Plus Shayndel), 19:32:36 08/01/01 Wed
The two boys finally manage to find their way through the labyrinthal maze of passages onto the Hatching Sands. They are jabbering animatedly to each other. Zevi, the taller boy, says, "Where's Shay? I wonder if she Impressed. . ." Yamir, a black-haired 'pretty boy' with rounded features and big, coin-like eyes, grins as he replies, "Oh, she did. I'm sure she did." "How can you be so sure?" Zevi demands. Yamir takes on an odd, sarcastic air. "Well, let's see. . . she's good with people, has feelings, and. . . you could ask her yourself." He grins drolly, gesturing to the doorway of the hatching sands. Zevi's sister stands there, slender hands on hips, staring rather belligerently out at the dwindling number of Candidates. Suddenly, she spies the two boys, her hazel eyes widening to the size of saucers. "Zevi? Yamir? Is that you? Both of you?" She restrains herself from running to them, but when she reaches them, she gives them both a long hug. "It's been way too long! Especially you, Zevi! I haven't seen you since that Telgar gather Mum made me come to!" Her brother laughingly pulls away, pleading, "You're busting my chest!" Shayndel laughs, poking him in the solar plexus. "Not like you have much of one, brother." Zevi groans indignantly. "No fair!" Yamir interjects excitedly, "Did you Impress, Shay?" She turns to her friend, grinning broadly. "I did indeed, young man. Lyranth's sleeping at the perches at the moment. Don't DARE disturb her." Her expression turns mock fierce, her eyes narrowed. Yamir grins, backing off. "I wooooon't. . . Wouldn't even think of it."
Zevi rolls his eyes, which are dark, almost black. He irritatedly shakes a comma-shaped lock of ebony hair from his forehead, chuckling as if to himself. Well, after all, what were they here for if not to Impress? He strolls over to the eggs, his rather angular face taking on an altogether different tone, one of reverence. He smiles softly down at the eggs, his face reflecting the inner radiance of the eggs' occupants. What if he Impressed? Ah, of course he wouldn't. But then, Shay had, hadn't she? He shakes his mass of black curls, laughing quietly. Things would happen the way they would. . . A small, hopeful smile creeps onto his face, then is quickly replaced by worry, which oscillates into pure confidence, which just as quickly becomes contemplation. In the whirl of his emotions, he hardly notices the egg in front of him. The immaculate, creamy ovoid begins to shudder, and cracks begin to riddle its surface. A great racket is heard from inside. Only as the egg snaps open does Zevi realize what is happening. His eyes are as roundels in his head, a foolish grin spread across his face. Is the hatchling meant for him? Is it his. . .?
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- i'm back! myriath just needed a bath. -- Virona and Myriath, 23:20:07 07/28/01 Sat
we saw lots of huge full sized dragons there! *myriath shakes it's head* well it was exciting but we probably won't go there until you're a dragon to. starts a small fire well away from the eggs, well were should we go tomorrow?
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- Starts walking torward ista perches, with her partner hanging on her sholder. -- Virona and Myriath, 11:26:21 07/28/01 Sat
I will be finding myself out on the perches, hope to talk to ya, Taina! *walks away*
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- Impression for twins? -- Adriana and Trinity Malone, 12:31:25 07/26/01 Thu
Both of the twins walk in. Adriana also known as Black Earth has black hair and grey eyes.Trinity also known as Fate has black hair and grey eyes.They smile cause today is their brithday they are 14 turns now!They had been a group that got kicked out of town.They had caused alot of trouble.Three houses burned and many places robbed.The group was lead by Adriana, she called her group Rancid Wolves.Trinity had another name Hellspawn Trinity(Sorry for the cuss word but that is her name).She lead a lesser group within Rancid Wolves called Dragon Flames.She was the one who burned houses.Thats how she earned her name.hey bulit an underground city for run aways.This city is Camatekka:The underground.
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- ...Lanky virile stumbles onto the Sands, late as usual... -- Jakaali, 16:00:34 07/24/01 Tue
Lean masculine regains his balance, turning a quick glance towards the one who pushed him onto the Sands, pulling him out of bed for the Hatching. White robes hanging loose around the tall male. Bluegreen oculars cast their friendly gaze around the area, blonde hair falling onto his neck, long legs carrying him foward nearer to the eggs. A step back is the virile's first inclination, as gentle orbs turn to the massive Golden Queen, but male stands his ground, gaze locked on the femme, though they turn to the eggs as they begin to shake.
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- Comes in hopping across the sand -- Tess Friend and Translator to the Sparra birds, 15:45:26 07/22/01 Sun
"Ooch aaah ooch."She mumbles as she hoppes around the sands on burning feet."Hot sand hot sand wot wot!Bally good clutch marm."She bows to the queen dragon.She is 14 and practically wacked.She sits down.For a girl she is a major tomboy.Her hair is short and her hair makes her look like a cactus.(Really spiky)She blinks because she got sand in her emerald eyes that seem impossibly deep.Her heart is too big for her sometimes."Wert lavly dragerns yiss yiss!"She smiles to herself.She laughs knowing that she must sound funny."Talken ther langage of 'em Sparra's is differcult ta unnerstand!"
She brushes a Sparra feather out of her flaming green hair.She had been feeding her Sparra friends when she heard the hatching had begun.Now Queen Sparra Warbeak was circling over head with 12 Sparra Warriors in tow.
With a sudden drop Queen Sparra Warbeak was on her shoulder Chripping happily.
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- .::. H O P E .::. -- Sean, 11:53:34 07/22/01 Sun
A tall, lanky boy of 15 Turns steps onto the hot sands of the Hatching Grounds, taking small, mincing steps - the sand was hot! He looked around, half realived and half not. There were so few eggs left, but maybe that was good, he was the only person who hadn't Impressed left, maybe he would Impress a Dragon. He looked around at the few eggs left, and picked one to stand by. He picked it because it was the largest one left, with a bronze hue to it. Currently, bronze dragons were his favorite. Espically bronze Mnementh, the WeyrLeader T'kall 's bronze dragon. He crouched by the egg. He wanted to touch it, but didn't dare. He could see the Golden Queen Dragon watching him from where she was, protecting her eggs, and didn't think that she'd like it if he touched the egg, and he was too scared to ask her. He grinned to himself - he was one of the few who could talk to any dragon, that would be a benefit to him if he became a DragonRider. His parents didn't think that he would, but they disliked him, and sent him here, to Ista Weyr, to stay - they didn't want him. So, wether he Impressed or not, this was his home now. He sighed, and focused on the bronze hued egg next to him...
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- ~More Impressions... this should take care of most of 'em, but if not, I'll finish the rest today, at least.~ -- Hatchlings, 11:17:41 07/19/01 Thu
~Korvike~ An egg that has been shoved into the corner begins to wobble, attracting a bit of attention from several Candidates. A group of boys and girls crowds around it, intending to Impress the creature within... as the egg splits, the hatchling's color is discernable among the white clad bodies. With a creel, the little dragonet-now most obviously a blue-heads straight for K'rvike, nudging aside the rest roughly. I am Jarenth, K'rvike, and you are more important than everybody else! Taliath whistles quietly; this blue may make a fine Wingleader some day.
~Jilliana~ An egg near the female Candidate begins to rock wildly, before splitting into several pieces, revealing an average sized green hatchling. Lurching forward, she nudges Jilliana's hand forcefully. I am hungry, but I love you, and my name Leth. Do you love me, Jilliana?
~Nolan~ The large egg that the boy had reached for begins to tremble at that moment, sending sand onto the Candidates' feet if they are near enough. With another strong kick, a large brown hatchlings lies amid the sand, his shell in pieces about him. Immediately, he heads for one Candidate, then another, moving in a circle about them. Nearing the end of his choices, the brown stops at Nolan, and nudges him in the calves. My name is Hearth, N'lon, and you are for me! Do you have any food, because I'm hungry!
~Anila~ As the girl approaches, Taliath lowers her massive head, tongue snaking forward, orbs whirling in a myriad of undulating hues. Snorting a cloud of steam-which seems nearly as hot as the Sands itself-the mother dragon rears back, watching the Candidate. An egg by the Queen's forepaw begins to wobble, and with a sudden lurch, another hatchling stumbles free... a little green. Swiveling her head upwards to gaze at her mother for a moment, the dragonet steps forward daintily, staring hard at Anila. Finally, after what seems like hours, she nuzzles her fondly on the leg. You Impress me, Alina, and my name is Mishath. Taliath continues to stare at the pair, before her gaze shifts to yet another Candidate...
~Artimis~ One of the smaller eggs begins to rock, before shattering, revealing a large blue. Eyes whirling with the urgency of hunger, he moves towards the first that comes across his eyes... Artimis. Suddenly, the hunger is gone... instead, the compassion and love for his lifemate, and the concern for her hurt. Artimis, are you all right? Do not worry anymore; I am here, and my name is Telath. I will not let anyone hurt you, ever again, but please, wake up, Artimis!
~Kahlan~ Suddenly, an egg near the femme begins to rock wildly, literally 'bouncing' nearer the Candidate. With a tiny crack that is nearly as unnoticed as Kahlan's entrance, a little green hatchling flounders about at the girl's sandals, shivering and creeling piteously. Suddenly, the sea-green head is raised, staring towards Kahlan, and one thought fills the dragonet's mind-perfect. Managing to regain her footing, the hatchling nudges against the femme in an almost reassuring way. Hello, Kahlan, I am Zareneth... I am hungry, and scared, but you are much more important than that.
~Amakir~ With a begrudging grumble, Taliath moves aside, studying the girl with orange tinged eyes. However, her gaze moves not as an egg positioned just below her head begins to wobble, and a green tumbles loose. Moving forward as gracefully as a hatchling can be expected, she stops before Amakir, gaze lifted to study her features. With a shrill whistle, the dragonet nuzzles the former Candidate's hand. I am Ziamenth, Amakir, and you do not need to be silent with me. I am your friend, and your secrets are very, very safe with me. But I am hungry right now, too.
~Ntala~ With a loud rip, and egg near the girl shatters, revealing a little blue dragonet. Creeling in hunger, he makes his way to Ntala, crooning with delight. You are mine, Ntala, and my name is Dareth!
Ralek smiles inwardly, mind reaching out for Taliath's. "There are a few more to go, my love. It has been a wonderous clutch, and I approve." With a whistle of agreement, the golden Queen raises her head to watch Mnementh, an almost draconic smile forming in her mind, as well as being shown to her rider. 'Now if only I was as fearless as Taliath about my own weyrmate.' the thought comes, quietly, but still troubles the Weyrwoman, nonetheless, no matter what slight smile she hides her feelings with.
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- Impressions... (I'm really sorry about the hold-up... I was told that someone would do these for me during my vacation. Though I don't hold anyone at fault; I'm not the only busy one right now.) -- Hatchlings, 16:42:37 07/18/01 Wed
~Maklern~ With a loud snap, an egg collapses, revealing a brown dragonet. With a loud creel, he lurches away from his shell, wings dragging in the fine sand. I am so very hungry! he cries, though no one can hear him. Suddenly, he sees Maklern, and moves towards him, floundering at the boy's feet. Give me food, M'klern, I am very, very hungry! But I still love you, and my name is Creth! Now, it is food I need!
~Terence~ One of the larger eggs still scattered about the Hatching Sands cracks open, though slowly... first a wingtip, then a talon, a muzzle after that... but finally, with a ripping crack, a bronze pulls himself free of the shattered egg. He is large for a bronze, his wings dragging in the sand, though he walks steasily enough... Nudging aside one Candidate, then another, the bronze looks to Terence, and moves towards him. I am Olath, T'rence, and you are mine now! I want food, please.
~Kashar~ A medium sized egg near the lad begins to sway, and, as if the hatchling within were impatient, shatters almost immediately. Moving to Kashar, or rather, K'shar, the brown hatchling headbutts the bow roughly in the chest. My name is Zenth, K'shar, and I am very hungry! Then, as an afterthought, he adds. And I love you very much.
~Virona~ One of the only female Candidate in a while, several hatchlings meant only for males pass her by, nudging the girl aside with their snouts. Suddenly, an egg rocks, and splits open, revealing... a dainty green. Heading towards Virona, she nudges her hand. I am Myriath, Virona, and I'm hungry.
(More later, gotta go for a while... ta. Btw, if there are typos, ignore 'em, I haven't the time to correct 'em.)
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- -- -- Ntala, 08:49:47 07/17/01 Tue
She winces slightly at the feel of hot sands on the bottem of her feet. She glances around nervously, in all her 16 turns she had never felt so jittery. "Um, excuse me. I'm looking for some eggs, does anyone know where I can find them?"
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- Fem steps onto the Sands, Impression Robes billowing about her... -- Amakir Thebazile, 15:46:31 07/16/01 Mon
Heats bothers not the gamine, as steps quicken to eggs, but halts abroad of them, not meaning to be disrespectful. Silence stays to her, as femme's flashes light gray orbs over the other Candidates then turns gaze back to mottled eggs. For the 15 Turns of her life the hoyden had stopped speaking in the last 10 of them, communicating with her faihful wherhide, kept always hung by her back. Though why she spoke not, nobody knows except she, and she is not going to be saying it any time soon. Deep bow is initiated to the Golden Dragon as she watches over the clutch of eggs. Twas hard for this gamine to become friends with another, they all wanted to know her secrets. Sigh is emitted, though words still are not, and Candidate stands, a graceful dignity in the tilt of her head, sending her flowing auburn hair down her back...
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- Walking around -- Artimis, 14:56:24 07/16/01 Mon
Artimis who was walking around stumbled and fell holding the side of her throbing head.Again and again the chilling scene plays over and over in her head as she waits for the pain to cease. Mama?Mama?Wake up, mama.Acsut?Make her get up. It had been too late.She died of a broken neck.Her father had hit her hard on the left cheek.If it hadn't been for Acsut she would have died too.Now Acsut was dead too.
"It's my fault they are dead.Mama?Acsut?Come back."She wispers sadly
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- ~*Femora's entrance is noted by few*~ -- Kahlan Ikyana, 11:53:42 07/15/01 Sun
~*Sandals touch the Sands, then quickly step off, as petite fem curses under her breath.
Shards, thats hot!
Taking a deep breath, slight hoyden steps back on the scorching Sands, this time ignoring the heat. Impression robes hang loosely on her slender frame, and she quickens pace towards the eggs. Standing back a little, gamine halts, watching the eggs, a sense of something, though what she doesn't know, rises in her chest. Oculi blink swiftly as gaze turns to the Queen, traditional reverence passing through Candidate, as she bows deeply. Body tenses as the eggs begin to move, having heard stories about what dragons do to Candidates. Soon the sensation of fear passes, as femina straightens herself, gracefully turning her bright green orbs back and forth among the beautiful eggs, as thoughts turn almost sadly to the past. All of her 15 Turns had been horrible, for being the illegitimate daughter of a Lord Holder was hard life, Father never claimed her as his own, exiling her, and her mother from his Hold, forciing them to become holdless renagades. Hot rage welled up within the femme as she thinks of how her Father had turned her and her mother out to die, rafusing even to give them supplies for the journey. They had lived in caves, her half brother stealing food and runners for them to survive on. When Kahlan was around 10 Turns, her mother died, leaving her in the care of her half brother, whom she hated. Her half brother, Kijiyo, abandoned her shortly after, and the youthful femora had to fend for herself. Shaking her pate, auburn hair flying in the wind, femme turns her thoughts, all her mind to the eggs, though her gaze continued to rove over the other Candidates, wondering wh would Impress*~
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- Walks around... -- Terence, 15:34:08 07/14/01 Sat
He scans the Sands briefly for any movement in the ever-increasingly still eggs. Findin none, he sighs and walks around to the other side and crouces down, eyes intent on the sand. He runs his fingers through it, creating mini dune-rifts. He continues to play with the sand for a while, then desides he needs some human interaction. He srugs and stands, sending another glance at the eggs. Would they hatch? And even if they did; would one hatch for him? He didn't come here to be turned down. He waves to all the other Canidates. If they wanted to talk or just have some human company, he'd gladly join them.
He absently sifts a handfull of sand through his fingers, wondering what K'vin is doing now. Making friends, maybe training. He wonders what everyone else is thinking. Probably wishing the eggs would hatch already...
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- The small female steps queitly in -- Artimis Galaweigh, 14:29:57 07/08/01 Sun
After escaping her father's wrath her only hope is to impress a dragon.She touches her cheek where a bruse well hidden is in the process of healing.For a moment she looks around the sands dazed.
"You idiot girl!If I had a son I wouldn't have to worry about weight."Her father yelled viciously"You are too clumsy.Ahg why do I even bother keeping you alive?You ain't worth ****."A sharp pain in her head then blackness.
She rembered this last event in chilling detail.She had been out cold for at least two seven-days.Her nurse was there when he hit her and she took her away from the hut.She had come too in a watch wher's den with her nurse at her side.Now Acsut was dead by her father's hand....like her mother.She brushed at her bright red hair.At 15 she had experenced enough deaths for one lifetime.
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- Anila Arrival -- Anila, 01:38:52 07/08/01 Sun
"Shards, and shells!" A hiss erupted from the young woman's throat as she took her first tender steps onto the sands. Well.. at least now those suspicions were true. Hatching sands /could/ burn a human being alive. So with ginger steps, she hopped across the sands, cursing, and pulling her ivory candidate robe from the ground, in case she fray it from constent dragging. Her eyes didn't even regard the eggs, nor the lumbering mother that hovered over them, facated wirling orbs unblinking...
With a tip of her head, Anila moved her vision upwards, and with a sudden drop of the hem of her robe, the burning scorch of the sand was forgotten. "Oh.. by the first shell.." The mother was large... wait.. no. Large wasn't even the word. Lumbering? Yes.. well, maybe that was it, but with a timid bow, the girl of nineteen turns know knew the real power of a mother dragon. Slipping backwards into the crowd of wavering candidates, Anila now let her vision turn towards the quivering eggs.
Slowly they turned, quivering slowly in their rivits, which intreagued Anila... that such a powerful beast would hatch from such a round, (well.. to the dragon's stature) small egg. Gold...Brown, Blue, or Green.. which would choose this female candidate.. if any at all. So with a hard swallow, Anila tilted her chin upwards. Whatever would happen.. Anila was in high spirits for it... and as scared and curious as one could ever be.
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Tryin to fix the font... -- Lara, 15:03:47 07/08/01 Sun
I will be gone for three weeks. -- Kashar, 11:02:42 07/07/01 Sat
See ya'll soon!
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Impressing? -- Nolan, 15:41:09 07/05/01 Thu
A boy walked into the hatching grounds, the heat burning down onto him. He looked up at the sun, shading his eyes, and then looked back around at the ground. There was still many eggs from the dragons clutch. He looked up at the dragon, and then stepped forward to the eggs. He was only 14 turns, but that was more then old enough to impress. He knew the rules, and he was in the age limit. He was the first in his family to try to impress. Everyone else thought that it was just silly - or stupid. But Nolan didn't think so. He had always been awe of the dragonriders: gold, bronze, blue, brown, and green. All were wonderful! He reached out to touch an egg, but then thought better of it, and put his hand back down, looking eagerly at the large egg that was before him. Would it hatch? Would it come to him? Would ANY of the hatchlings come to him, or would he be standing on the sands alone...?
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Joining... -- Jilliana, 15:29:02 07/05/01 Thu
*A girl of 14 yrs of age walks in. Her deep jade eyes scans the area. Her feiry red hair flows in the wind. She sits and waits to in impress one*
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Bouncey Bounce... -- Korvike, 21:40:40 07/04/01 Wed
A handsome male, tall and gangly, bounces in, squealing in pain as the sands scortches his feet. The male bounces up and down, trying desperately to rid himself of such discomfort, while light blue oculi settle upon the eggs. His face owns a welcoming smile, and seems more boyish for the male of 17 turns. The long ivor robe swishes from side to side at his 'dance', and he continues to grin, obviously enjoying himself despite such annoyances such as the heat.
(OOC: If there aren't any eggs left, just 'gnore this post *Grin* I'm kinda outta it)
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*I walk into the sands hoping I'm not late. The sand burning my feet. -- Virona, 13:38:02 07/03/01 Tue
I flip an annoying strand of my blond hair from my face. My skin being tan is becoming red from burning. My green eyes flashing from egg to egg. Hoping to find the perfect one. My sister, Taina rider of blue, has told me many stories. I hope I will be able to tell one of my own. Being now of 15 turns.*
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The rider watches... -- Alara*Aghath, 23:47:01 07/01/01 Sun
Sitting on the edge of the seating, she has her arm is draped over Aghath, her head leaning against the green. A few more Candidates were collecting. There would be a hatchling for each of them, most likely- still 18 eggs left. She smiles slightly at the thought of the three when she had Impressed. Three eggs, four Candidates. She sighs, hoping all would Impress, at the same time knowing it was impossible.
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The boy of about eighteen turns walks onto the sands... -- Kashar, 13:54:33 07/01/01 Sun
He bows to the elegant queen, then to the two Weyrleaders. The hot sands scorch his feet through the thin soles of his leather shoes, and he shifts his weight uncomfortably. However, he hardly cared. He was here, as a candidate, at a hatching. Born a herders boy, he had grown up raising runners and herdbeasts. His father's animals were highly prized in the area, and Kashar had been intended to inherit the herd and lands when his father died. However, he had always dreamed of the wondrous dragons who he would occaisionally see flying high above on sweep, their rider's tiny specks proudly atop. He longed to join them, often dreaming of himself, fighting the legendary Thread astride a magnificant bronze or brown, or even a blue or green. At the present, he didn't particularly mind what color he Impressed, so long as he Impressed in the first place.
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Walks in... -- Terence, 12:55:08 06/28/01 Thu
The boy of 15 walks in, head high and in good spirits. He makes his way hurredly out into the Sands. Out of the frying pan and into the fire; from Benden to Ista. Where next? He grins a greeting to Maklern and finds a spot that's somewhat in the shade. As he stands with nothing to do but stare, his thoughts drift to K'vin and his brown.
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He stepped back to allow the other a clearer shot at Impressing the last egg. The other seemed older than he, so he thought it was only fair. If Kevin (now K'vin) didn't Impress, he'd have two years less than himself if he didn't Impress. When the egg hatches, it would probably see Kevin first, thus Impressing him. He blinked back a random tear, save it for later, when he actually had a chance. Kevin seemed more able to handle a dragon at the time, so he let him have it without a fight.
When the last egg did crack, it had looked at him. He remembered his heart skipping, but he had known it was for K'vin. The little brown, Patrinth he recalled, had seemingly complimented him on what he did. He come to Ista straight after.
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Terence smiles fondly at the memory, who knows, maybe he'd see K'vin and Patrinth again someday. He shrugs the memory away. Now he had to concentrate on the eggs in front of him. Only this time, there was more than one chance.
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Walks in... -- Maklern, 09:56:29 06/27/01 Wed
The 18-turn-old boy holds himself regally as he scans the Sands. It doesn't seem to bother him that he's the only one who hasn't Impressed. In fact, it seems to boost his spirits. No one to bother him; not that he had anything to do but stand here until his Bonded hatched. But it could get grueling. He rubs down some of the goosebumps that appear as he remembers one story in particular. Not at the Hatching Sands, but during threadfall. It was his friend's uncle. The thread had found its mark in the dragon. It flitted in between. Never heard of again. That wouldn't happen if he could help it. No, he would train with his Bonded until they had it perfect, he wouldn't lose such a joy. His moss-green eyes sparkle defiantly. He would be one of the best or he'd move to a differnt Weyr. Maybe start his own. Maybe become a watchdragon if all else failed. He wouldn't sit back and watch as others made something of themselves. He would make sure that the others were watching when he made something of himself.
He suddenly shifts his footing, the Sands were already becoming unbearable. But no, anything was bearable for his dragon, whoever he or she was. Not dwelling in the past, what was there to be concerned about? He had had a normal life, normal and boring. Even if he didn't Impress, this would be the most exciting thing he'd done in his life.
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A deep rumbling issues from the bronze's chest. . . -- Mnementh and T'kaal, 19:22:32 06/26/01 Tue
Mnementh seems to be chuckling. High above the nervous girl, his eyes are slowly undulating balls of amuzed azure. Without glancing once at his rider, he mindspeaks Aryanya thus: {I am Mnementh. I can speak for myself.} However, despite this potentially irritated remark, Mnementh seems quite placid, and indeed, in quite a good humour. T'kaal pats his bronze amiably as he grins at the girl. "No need to ask me, this old fellow likes to tell folks who he is." The rider turns with a chuckle not unlike his dragon to watch Ary Impress blue Mirth. A small smile of satisfaction crosses his face. Yes, he'd been right about the girl. Mnementh ducks his head to his rider's level, matching him eye for eye. The small, purring croon coming from the bronze is only heard by T'kaal, but also is meant only for him. {You are always right.} T'kaal doesn't bother to argue with his dragon as he leans back against Mnementh to view the last few Impressions.
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~Kyl'r~ -- Kylanth, 21:45:12 06/25/01 Mon
One of the smaller eggs begins to rock back and forth, deep crevices marring the mottled ovoid... After several moments, the shell snaps neatly in several halves, revealing a green dragonet. Crooning wildly in her hunger, she stumbles wearily through the Sands, creeling to those about her, telling them of her vorocious appetite... Suddenly, she sees Kyler, and knows that he is for her... Staggering the boy, she nudges his hand sharply, eyes whirling a deep scarlet hue. My name is Kylanth, Kyl'r, and I'm hungery!! The little green seems rather fiesty, and doesn't mind being loud to get what she wants.
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~Aryanya~ -- Mirth, 21:37:28 06/25/01 Mon
Suddenly, another one of the eggs begins to rock... With a firm kick, an azure talon pokes its way through the stiff confines of his shell, followed by the rest of a beautiful little blue. Stretching his wings experimentally, the male takes several looks about the Sands, before making his way to the one which seemed to stand out above all others. Hello, Aryanya... My name is Mirth! He seems to live up to his name quite well; not even mentioning his hunger pains, the blue seems extremely attuned to his rider's thoughts. There will be nothing she can hide from him from this moment on...
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Enters -- Kyler, 17:31:12 06/24/01 Sun
A short boy of only 14 turns enters the Ista Hatching Grounds, looking at the few eggs that are left. His eyes close as he realizes that he may not impress a dragon here. He takes in short breaths, nervous. If he didn't impress, he would never be accepted back at home. He wanted to impress a dragon so badly...
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Ary -- Aryanya, 13:40:52 06/23/01 Sat
Aryanya’s mother had let her part without too much trouble, only a round of hysterics, worry, and scolding. Her youngest brother, Tarl, had come by to ask for her room, and her second eldest sister, Jancie, had told her to appreciate all the good-looking dragonriders. Deven and Tevyn, the twins, had also come by while she was packing. Of all her family, they were the only ones she would miss. The others annoyed her and caused her to be unreasonably angry, especially her mother.
Soon after the Flight of golden Taliath, Ary had left her Hold, that day, in fact. She had hoped to get there early, but the trip to the Weyr had taken longer than she had expected—and entire week. And now, dusty, tired, and anxious, she was at Ista, the enterence to the Hatching Sands, to be exact.
Ary smiles slightly, not sure whether to go in or not. She hasn’t been Searched, but there has never been a Search anyhow. Taking one last look at the blue of the sky, she takes her first step into the Weyr, and soon enters the Hatching Cavern. The first thing she notices is all the people in white. Candidates. Or ones that were no longer Candidates. She smiles at the two newly-paired.
With a deep breath, she walks up to the Queen, Rider, and their Weyrmates, smoothing her light blue tunic as she walks. “I’m Ary,” she tells the four. “I saw Taliath’s Flight and came here.” Can I Impress? she wants to ask, Am I allowed to?
There might not be hatchlings to Impress. Ary has refused to even look at the Sands, as she knew this. Secretly, she hopes for a blue, though she knew not why. Perhaps it is that blue is her favorite colour, or the fact that ever since she had seen the stunning blue of a deep lake, she had longed to see that forever.
And to be with a dragon was to have a friend forever. At the Hold, Ary never had any friends, aside from the twins, who were two years younger. She focuses her eyes back on the Queen, Bronze, and two riders, hope shining through her eyes.
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~Wynt'r~ -- Garneth, 08:00:27 06/23/01 Sat
One of the larger eggs begins to rock gently, before splitting open to reveal a bronze hatchling of a fair size. Hardly casting a look about the Sands, he heads for the one who had called him from his shell’s confines... the Candidate known as Wyntor. Nudging him gently, he looks up, orbs locked onto the one’s of his Impressed. Hello, Wynt’r. I am Garneth, your dragon... as you are now my rider. His tail flicks along the sand, wings drooping to create long trenches where he had been walking.
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~Tris~ -- Nyrath, 07:59:20 06/23/01 Sat
Another egg collapses, revealing the dainty green hatchling inside. With a creel, she stumbles about the Sands, searching for the one meant for her... She was beginning to lose hope, till she saw Tris, and headed straight for her. Hello, Tris, I’m Nyrath, and you Impress me! May I have something to eat now, pleeease?
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~N'deau~ -- Riorth, 07:58:11 06/23/01 Sat
With a hard shake, one of the medium-sized eggs begins to rock violently. With a single kick aimed against his prison, the large brown forces his way out, emerging in a cloud of uprising sand. His hide is an odd hue, almost auburn, a hint of red tingeing the smooth skin, which is now covered in sticky Shards and dry silt. Not even having to look about the Sands once, he heads for Nadeau, nudging him gently. Hello there, N’deau... I’m Riorth, and you are my rider now. Do you mind? The large brown seems especially thoughtful towards others, including his newly fledged rider.
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She dismounts Aghath, outside of the Grounds. This, Ista, was her first stop in visiting all the Weyrs. -- Alara~Aghath, 00:41:24 06/23/01 Sat
Quietly, she walks up, nodding her respects to the Queen, her mate, and the Weyrleaders. She'd never seen a Hatching other thatn her own. Well, Aghath's, but it seemed that she had been reborn at the time she'd Impressed Aghath. She watches the newly paired, remembering the moment that had made her and Aggie one. : You were the only one for me, : Aghath told her. With a smile, Alara turns her full attention to the remaining candidates and eggs.
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T'kaal watches the Candidates Impress. . . -- T'kaal and Mnementh, 23:01:38 06/21/01 Thu
The Weyrleader smiles at Shayndel, glad she had Impressed the queen. They deserved each other. He shakes his head slightly at that paradox: Impressed pairs always deserved each other. He chuckles softly to himself, examining the rest of the pairs. . . Hattori and Mylenth, N'colai and Tyrenth, Felra and Hyranth. . . too many to name. He smiles, watching the two remaining Candidates, Wyntor and Nadeau. He nods in greeting to them, silently wishing them luck. T'kaal leans against the rock wall, watching the eggs shudder and crack open. His memory reels back to joyous memories of Mnementh's hatching. . . Though his memories of that day are muddled, his feelings were not. He remembers distinctly the bewilderment, the exhilaration of Impression, the total bliss afterwards, the melee of thoughts running through his head before the Hatching. Oh, how he remembers! {As if you could forget me,} Mnementh interjects mildly. T'kaal strides over to his wonderful bronze and scratches his eyeridges. ~Of course not.~ They stand, lifemates, reliving their lives together while they watch others just beginning their journeys. . .
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The young man walks in... -- Wyntor, 15:36:25 06/21/01 Thu
He looks at the hatched dragons, studying them, watching their beautiful movemens-every movement by any dragon was beautiful to him. Wyntor could never not be amzed by them, even if he was weyr-born. He had missed the other clutches of late, now he was almost 18 turns. He had to Impress soon if he ever would! Wyntor was not exactly a handsome boy, his complexion was tanned form working outdoors, his feet tough. The heat of the sands did not bother him. He was tall, but very wiry and strong which you couldn't tell from his build. His hair was the color of old copper, rather red. His eyes were hardset with determination of spirit-he could achieve anything he put his mind to, hopefully including Impression. Wyntor's eyes had always reminded his mother of whirling dragon eyes, their cloudy gray depths unmeasurable. His features were on the fine side, except for the defined, hawkish nose of his father's.
Wyntor strode onto the hatching grounds, smiling. He would never give up hope-even if he didn't Impress this time, he would try again. If he didn't make it before the age limit, then he would work near dragons all his life in the weyr. He watched the eggs, his red-coppery hair glinting in the little light there was in the hatching grounds. He was happy just to be here, but was also determined. Determined to Impress a life-mate. Shards, look at them all! Wyntor thought as he looked over hatched and adult dragons alike. He looked up at the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader, then to the bronze Mnementh and gold queen Taliath. He smiled, but his gray eyes were set hard with determination.
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Walks in.... -- Nadeau, 10:42:40 06/20/01 Wed
He looks around and nearly jumps when he spots the hatched dragons. 'Am I too late?' His brown eyes fill with worry. He had come too late for the hatching at Southern, was he too late here? 'Never know until you try, right?' He swallows his fear and walks in, eyes scanning the remaining eggs, wondering if his lifemate is in one. Too bad his brother couldn't be here, he already Impressed. A small lump forms in his throat. He missed D'rius already. Maybe he would see him again. He spots Taliath and smiles.* I'm Nadeau, 17 turns. *He doesn't trust himself to say anything else, so he wanders off, feeling rather lonely. No other Candidates. Just him. Everyone else Impressed. He runs a hand through his raven hair, and watches the new riders leave the sands.
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Nicolai sat down where he was... -- Nicolai, 20:53:12 06/19/01 Tue
Having not slept in days, he figured he would rest his eyes before his potential impression. He pulled his knees into his chest and rested his chin in between them. Closing one eye, as he usually slept anyway, he left his thoughts to drift like the sands around him. He thought about all sorts of things, first of all of his thoughts coming to Shayndel. He had never been attracted to a member of the opposite sex, but this came quite natuarally to him. Maybe it was because he had never been exposed to members of the opposite sex of remotely the same age...except for one...
"Don't talk...save your strength." Nicolai said softly to the girl that lay in the bed next to him. He sat in a chair next to the tiny bed. The girl's pale face was bathed in sweat, but her blue eyes still shone brightly. Her extremely light blonde hair seemed to match the color of her skin.
"Nicolai, where's mother?" She looked up at his concerned face as he bathed her brow.
"Sh-she...you'll see her soon." A tear coursed its way down his face. He knew he would lose his sister within the hour. The 12 year old boy lay his mother to rest just the day before. The sickness swept from his mother to his sister, who had been sick for days since he had been back from his trip between Weyrs. In minutes, he knew that he would be alone again.
He waited and squeezed his twin sister's hand, until finally, it became time to pull the sheet over her face. Nicolai knew he had to leave. He had to make himself known before he left just like everyone he loved.
Nicolai arose, picking up a straw bag he had prepared for himself. He left without looking back. He couldn't look back, ever. He could only hold the memories...
A light breeze shook Nicolai from his daze. He realized what he must have looked like, so he stood and dusted himself off again, feeling quite foolish. He stretched his arms out to his sides, letting them fall back to their original places. For a while at least, he decided to stand and look, for the purpose of...looking.
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~Shayden~ -- Lyranth, Ralek, and Taliath, 20:09:49 06/19/01 Tue
Suddenly, the great golden Queen egg begins to rock, the hatchling inside struggling desperately to break beyond her mottled barrier. Taliath swivels her broad neck about, crooning encouragement to the mottled ovoid... with a crunch, shards fly in all directions, leaving the Queen hatchling upon sturdy talons. She seems displeased with those about her at first, nudging them aside with her muzzle if they are too slow to move... spotting Shayden, she rushes forward, eyes latched onto her Impressed. I am Lyranth, Shayden, and you Impress me! We must have food, now! She seems particularly interested in the tidbit of meat the former Candidate has stowed in her robe. From where she stands, Ralek whoops, a smile seen upon her lips. Taliath rumbles quietly to the newly bonded pair, before emitting a low whistle of amusement at her rider’s antics. Spotting Mnenmenth, she raises her muzzle to rumble at him as well, eyes reflecting the hues of her weyrmate's passionate memories. Ralek offers a smile to T'kaal, still grinning at the newly Impressed pair, as she executes a bow to the Junior WeyrWoman.
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~Felra~ -- Hyranth, 20:04:18 06/19/01 Tue
Almost silently, another egg collapses against the pressure pushing at it from the outside. An azure snout pokes though, followed by the rest of a fairly large blue, he bings to sun himself for a moment. Emitting a low purr of pleasure, he makes his way across the Sands to stand before Felra. Nuzzling her calf gently, his purr grows all the louder. You Impress me, Felra! I am Hyranth! ‘The blue seems to be especially cheerful,’ thinks Ralek to herself. ‘They may be good Blue Wingleaders when they are trained.’
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~Relauni~ -- Firenth, 20:02:14 06/19/01 Tue
Another of the mottled eggs shatters, revealing a large green hatchling. She strides confidently between the Candidates, before nudging Relauni’s hand gently. I am Firenth, Relauni. I’m you’re Impressed, you know! The femme hatchling’s voice is calm and deliberate, hinting at her composed nature. As she gazes up into her lifemate’s eyes, her own begin to whirl the same hues as her rider’s, fading and flickering from one shade to another along with her Impressed.
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~G'henna~ -- Sharenth, 20:01:11 06/19/01 Tue
Another of the clutch begins rocking frantically, scattering sand in every direction. With a final crunch, the third bronze looks about, creeling weakly. Pulling away from the remaining shell, it becomes apparent that he will become quite a large bronze in due time. For now, however, his stomach is nearly wrenched apart by severe stomach pains. Looking about frantically, the hatchling’s eyes fixate on Gehenna, and he rushes forward, giving him a nudge that would send most Candidates sprawling. I’m so hungry, G’henna! My name is Sharenth, and I need food! The male fidgets on his talons, already beginning to nudge G’henna in the direction of the Bowl.
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~Sh'ol~ -- Maekeith, 19:59:56 06/19/01 Tue
One of the mottled eggs cracks, revealing a bronze. Not quite as large as the first of his color, though he maintains a proud stature, holding his head high. Moving through the small crowd of Candidates, he finds the one best to his liking, and headbutts Sh’ol firmly in the thigh I am Maekeith, Sh’ol, and I’m hungry! He looks up to the newly fledged dragonrider, eyes whirling in a rapid array of brilliant hues.
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~Deon~ -- Cianth, 19:58:41 06/19/01 Tue
With a hard shake, a medium-sized egg begins to shatter. Undergoing too much strain, the shell cracks, revealing a dainty green. Taking but one look about the Sands, she heads for Deon, nudging her chest gently. I am Cianth, Deon. I love you! The green seems extremely attached to her chosen, and doesn't even mention her hunger pains, too absorbed in her passion-filled moment to mind.
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~Hattori~ -- Mylenth, 19:57:09 06/19/01 Tue
An egg near the Candidate known as Hattori begins to shiver slightly. With a single, hard shake, the shell splits neatly into three halves, each piece hitting the sand with a simultaneous crunch. A shivering green hatchling stands in the sand, looking about in a state of mild panic. What if she had no lifemate, and was alone? Suddenly, she swivels her neck to gaze at Hattori, eyes whirling a deep azure hue... with a creel of loving, she stumbles towards her, damp wings dragging in the sand. You are mine, Hattori! Do you love me? Her last inquiry is fearful, afraid that she may be turned down...
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~N'colai~ -- Tyrenth, 19:55:46 06/19/01 Tue
Seems as though the WeyrLeader has arrived just in time to see the first Impression... The first egg of the clutch to bear signs of hatching begins to rock gently back and forth, creating small trenches in the silt. It happens to be one of the largest of the clutch, it’s mottled shield holding the hatchling within... With a loud CRAAACK, half of the speckled ovoid falls away, followed by the rest. Out stumbles a regal bronze, faceted eyes whirling rapidly. Hardly taking a single look about the Sands, he is to Nicolai, or rather, N’colai, nudging his hand with a broad muzzle. Hello, N’colai. I am Tyrenth.... you Impress me. Now, is it time for food?
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The Ista Weyrleader and his bronze Mnementh glide into the hatching sands. . . -- T'kaal and Mnementh, 19:45:46 06/19/01 Tue
The large bronze wings in, sending a brief clarion call of greeting to his weyrmate Taliath on the sands below. Mnementh backwings, stirring up a substantial whirlwind of sand as he lands. T'kaal slides down his dragon's sleek hide and walks over to Ralek, scanning the Candidates for any familiar faces. Not finding anything, he smiles at his own weyrmate as Mnementh is crooning to Taliath.
{It is a good clutch. We flew well.} His eyes wheel nostalgically in blue at the memory. His head swivels automatically to glance at his rider, then flies up and perches just above Taliath on a nearby rocky ledge.
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Wander... -- Deon, 18:41:10 06/19/01 Tue
The girl wanders about the sands, her feet now used to the blistering heat, and although because of the oven like temperature, she sweats and feels quite warm inside of the stiff ivory robe, but does not complaining. Her face is set in an unreadable expression as she lingers, the grains of sands shifting beneath her weight. Gentle sigh emits from labrums, and an impatient hand brushes tendrils of 'mane' away from her face. Intense gaze 'sweeps' about the sands, but then she resumes to her wandering, glancing towards the entrance of the sands, and wonders if others will arrive before the hatching, or if they will arrive late perhaps. Frown has settled upon lips, and she runs crimson tongue over them to 'send away the arid feeling'. She sighs and returns towards the others, her walk slow, almost showing her thoughtful attitude. She stands up, tall and proud...forever she must hide her emotions from those she does not know...forever she must hide her innerself...but that never mattered...it only mattered right now that she was here...nothing in the past was relevent, but the future was to be looked forward to...never dwell in past experiences...yes, forevermore the girl will look forward to the future, no matter how dreary it may appear to be...
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Impressing.... -- Karani, 11:42:58 06/19/01 Tue
A young girl of 14 walks in. She went by the name Karani. She was of average height, and had shoulder length brown hair, and jade green eyes. She noticed the dragon eggs, wand walked over, wondering if she would impress one...
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Clutching... -- Ralek and Taliath, 18:25:52 06/18/01 Mon
The great golden Queen strides in regally, gently nudging aside a Candidate or two that happened to be in her path. Moving to the middle of the Sands, she settles herself down into the heated silt, outter eyelids remaining only partly open as her clutching begins... Several days later, Ralek sprints onto the Sands, just as the last mottled ovoid was set in it's place. "Thirty-one, my love, and a Queen egg, too! You did wonderfully!" Taliath rumbles her assent, agreeing wholly. It was a well-flown flight. Emitting a low whistle of amusement as her lifemate agrees without hesitation, she turns to gaze proudly at her thirty beatiful, mottled eggs, along with one larger than the rest... The glimmering Queen egg is placed firmly in the white sand, golden sheen glinting in the sunlight. Assuming a perch in the stands, Ralek watches with a grin upon her face. Noticing Slenya, she waves amiably, grey eyes seeming to reflect her Queen's golden hide. Wonderful, her only friend had come to watch as well! Motioning for the rider of green Faeith to take a seat alongside her, she turns to watch Taliath twine her supple form about her eggs, keeping a constant watch on her children as their mottled shells began to harden...
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'Prance' -- Gehenna and Sheol, 16:55:18 06/18/01 Mon
Both males prance in from where they were at the tables(I didn't post there tho...), holding food for their dear sister. Grinning evily Gehenna walks over, plopping down infront of Deon. He grins at Hattori, and then wildly waves a hand infront of Deon's face, bringing her back from lala land. "Eat" His commands...ah...another instruction coming from the attention demanding male. Sheol grins and he settles down next to Gehenna, sending side glances at Gehenna and then Hattori, unable to stop 'giggling'...or, not until Gehenna throws a painful fist into his stomach. Grunting in pain he falls over, clutching his gut with his eyes slightly closed, but a weird smile is still upon his face, like he is silently making fun of Gehenna.
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Shay smiles wistfully, retreating into her thoughts not for the first time. . . -- Shay, 13:10:07 06/18/01 Mon
In her mind's eye, she can see her dragon. . . not its color, but its soul. Its personality was perfectly tapered and fit precisely with hers. Calmer, but still with that fiery spirit that marks Shay as Shay. Impatient, imperious, argumentative. . . Or would her lifemate be completely different? Complacent, quiet, shy, slow to anger, all those things Shay was not? She shrugs. Soon enough she would find out. Soon, it would all be over, and perhaps some would be left standing alone on the Hatching Sands, the rest trooping off to feed their new Impressed dragons. Some would be feeling the greatest joy in their hearts, others the worst sadness of rejection. She sighs gustily, heartily wishing that all could Impress. "Well, everyone usually does, eventually, Impress, but some just don't. . ." she mutters to herself. She shakes off the mantle that had come to smother her in her sleep and strides over to the others. "Hm, I hope Taliath comes soon, or we'll all be baked to a crisp, wouldn't you say?"
She glances around for Nico. She had taken an uncharacteristic liking to the boy. Unusual, since she didn't usually pay much attention to the opposite sex. Spying him, she sneaks over with a grin on her face. "Hey. Been a while since we talked, hasn't it?" She shakes her head slightly at her ineptitude. "Anyway, here's a roll if you're hungry." She pulls a slightly beaten up roll from her pocket and hands it to Nico. "'course, if you're not hungry, no sense in eating." Shay grins slightly, the tips of her ears gone red at her awkwardness with boys. She chuckles, as if to herself, staring up in wonderment at the dragons high above them in the stands.
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Perhaps... -- Deon, 11:17:17 06/18/01 Mon
...Perhaps there are ones that are meant to be alone, while there are others that are meant for the crowds, she has been shown what seems quite unfair to herself, but she cares not anymore. To impress a dragon, any color, the colors never mattered to her, and never will. They were all beautiful. She doesn't open her eyes, leaving her mind to run wild with crazy thoughts. Ah well, being alone wasn't that bad anyway...it was all for the better...makes it harder for her to be hurt...but...all for the worse, she aches when being alone...seems as though this mysterious fatale shall never be satisfied with the life that has been provided for her...perhaps if she impresses...she would no longer feel so alone in this world...she has even grown distant with her siblings...ah...the possibilites for her in other fields were low and high...yet, to be a dragonrider...to swoop throughout the clouds and dive easily down for rest. All of the pain seems worth it...just for one chance to prove herself worthy to become a dragonrider...just for one chance to find a lifemate that will forever understand her...now that would be living.
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Shay's almost unnerving eyes watch the girl for a moment before flickering to Relauni. -- Shay, 23:03:42 06/17/01 Sun
She fingers her damp pocket, where the piece of meat for her possible lifemate rests. Shay smiles softly at the thought. She hadn't had much time to think about it. What if she really DID Impress? She grins excitedly, green eyes sparkling with hope and anticipation. Then her gaze darkens. What if she didn't? Where would she go, what would she do. . . . More importantly, it'd feel awful. She gives a little shudder and lets her anxieties slide out of her in a sigh. She would Impress. She'd heard that queens laid large clutches of eggs. Surely one of them would hold her lifemate. . . Once again, she snaps back to reality. "Yeah, we've got about seven girls already, and three boys." Every time she grins, which seems to be even more often than she speaks, the corners of her eyes crinkle into well-established grooves. "Yep! We're the natterers, eh?" She grins yet again, green eyes brimming with good humor. Yet, she is not worry free. She decides to take a quick nap, and ask Nico again when she wakes. Shay slumps against a warm rock wall and is almost immediately asleep. . .
±The doubts that had been repressed by her usual good humor while in her waking state loom up to haunt her in her dreams. Thoughts that had once been mere trailers of mist receding from the light of day now become fog as thick as silvery water. As insubstantial as they are, they are still there, and they dominate her being. In her dream, she stands on the Ista Hatching Sands. Her Candidate's robes are bloody from not only her hidden treat for her lifemate, but also from her own ichor. Small scratches riddle her body like chicken pox, made by hatchlings frantic to get to their lifemates. As in most of her dreams, the first part is logical. Then, everything becomes a morass of unintelligible events. Fierce green and blue faces leer at her, eyes icy whorls of blue as they scramble over the helpless girl. She tries to scream, but nothing comes out. Suddenly, the great gold hatchling, her? queen, looms up in front of her. The queen's head turns away, and she fades away, as insubstantial as the mists. The girl is left alone, lost, injured in mind, body, and soul. . .±
She jerks awake, stifling a cry of terror. It was nothing but a dream. Things like that didn't happen. Hatchlings didn't kill, nor did they harm. They might be desperate to reach their Impressors, but even so, Shay was quick. She could move out of the way. She feels an icy shiver of fear run down her back nonetheless. However, she allows herself to dwell on such thoughts for a mere instant before she stands, brushing of her robes, and strides over to where the others are standing. "So, what'd you bet a Bitran Taliath'll come soon? I'm rather anxious to see T'kaal's bronze. . . Mnementh, was it? Oh, to see a queen in flight. . ." Her face has regained its previous paradigm of radiant hope and awe. She sighs wistfully, and when she turns back to the others, her eyes retain some of her self doubts, but they are over-ridden by a sense of great hope and love for she knows not what.
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+Relauni slowly found an exit from the group, wandering in one of the sunnier ares of the Sands+ -- Relauni, 20:32:37 06/17/01 Sun
+She sighed, remembering her parents and her sister. Where were they now? Who knows, we're..well..they're travelers, they never stay in one place long. The femme sighed again, shaking off the heavy thoughts, but still, they raced through her head one after another. Her runner, Phenix, Elodi, her sister, her parents, the entire train. Sitting on the wagon listening to Tritt, the journeyman harper, play assorted tune on a different instrument each night. She loved when he played his flute; he'd made it himself, and it had a light ringing sound, fragile but strong, in a way. He had tried to give it to her when she left, and refused to take no for an answer...+
"Come on, take it. You should have it." The youth pleaded, thrusting the wooden instrument toward her.
"I can't, it's yours. You play so well on it. I can barely play, you know it."
"Rubbish, you play beautifully"
"One song"
"Two"
"Ok, two, but you can play near a hundred"
"So, I'll make another"
"No"
"YES. End of story. Here."
+He grinned and dropped it into her hand before the runner purposely shied, lashing the air with its forelegs before galloping after the line of receding wagons. A smile spread across her face, and she trned and headed down the path...+
+She ran to the entrance to the Sands, running into the dark hallway. Rooting through the darkness, she snatched what she was looking for and headed back to the Sands. A wher-hide bag, worn and ragged but usable was slung on one shoulder. She grinned, cerulean white hues fading to a near crystal white as she sat on the Sands and pulled out a flute, handcarved, showing off intricate designs that Tritt had painted blue and white. She twirled the flute, humming a bit before placing it to her lips and beginning toplay. It was a song unknown to any ear but those in her train, and she and Tritt were the only two that could play it.+
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A girl walks in... -- Felra, 12:30:33 06/17/01 Sun
You guess her to be about 15 turns. She walks onto the grounds, knowing her brother Roallin is watching from the crowd. Most people overlooked her as a candidate. She would not be overlooked again. Felra walked over to the wall, a small smile on her face. Her features were fine, liek the rest of her familys'. Her hair was the same as well, raven black. Soft and fine, it ran down past her waist. She knew she would probably have to cut it, but she didn't care. A dragon was her focus. The only diffrence between her family and herself's looks were her glowing amythest eyes. They barely hid the determination and fire of spirit she had.
Clad in white, the rather small girl walked around the atching grounds. Her feet were not burning badly, for she had always run messaged for the harperhall. She crouched against the wall, looking at the beautiful queen. Shards, shes so beautiful. She looked at the other dragons on the perches above the gorunds. All of them are.
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The greenrider walks up to the weyrwoman. -- Slenya, 12:19:00 06/17/01 Sun
She grins, "Hello Ralek. I see Talieth flew well. I was watching." She looks at the eggs on the hatching grounds, remembering her own impression of beautiful Sovorth.
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Shay re-enters the hatching grounds and grins, walking over to Relauni. -- Shay, 10:28:57 06/17/01 Sun
She rubs her eyes, blinking against the sun after even the small minutes she had taken to eat. "Whooo. Bright sun." She smiles at the other girl, glad to know someone else talked as much as she. At least sometimes. . . She grins appreciatively. "Hey, you talk as much as me! I'm glad I'm not the only chatterbox. It's okay, you know. I don't mind, anyhow. . . Of course, I'm used to it, but still. Anyway, I'd bet a Bitran you'll Impress. The way your eyes change color with your emotions reminds me of a dragon. Not that I'd know personally, but we've all heard the Harpers' tales about the fireside. I also remember my friend Miryam's blue, his eyes changed when he got a bit miffed at me." She blinks; as usual, she hadn't meant to talk so much. She never seemed to be able to stop nattering. "I'm sorry to bore you with needless details." She glances across the empty hatching grounds, hoping that the area would soon be full of eggs, with one in each for every one of the Candidates here. She smiles as she recedes into another of her dream-states. . .
*Her lifemate was acting strangely. The dragon was restless, pacing their weyr, eyes whirling in an oscillating melee of passionate, desperate tones. Shay rises from her bed and walks over to caress her dragon, but the dragon swings its poll about, knocking against its weyrmate in an appeal. {Get on my neck.} It is not a request, but a demand. Startled at the primeval hunger she can feel coursing through her, Shay obeys her dragon. The moment she is straddling its neck, the dragon swoops from their weyr, descending on the Weyr Bowl with claws extended like the sort of primordial menace dragons were once believed to be on Earth. Shay is deposited unceremoniously on a rocky ledge in her weyrmate's haste. The dragon launches itself into the sky with a sweeping flash of its wings. Shay is frantic. She is unable to see the dragon's color, nor can she discern its size. Must her weyrmate merely blood that herdbeast it's hovering above? She screams at her weyrmate, just in case, controlling its natural urges as best she can. Then, after four kills, the shiny dragon leaps into the heavens, wings outspread, a phalanx of other dragons behind it. Shay feels her heart, body, and mind lift with her wonderful, awesome weyrmate. She is with it when the dragon's head skims the clouds. She is there. . .*
She breaks suddenly out of her trance, realizing that it is only another of her dreams of the future. "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to go off into dreamland like that" She spies Nico still standing in the same spot she had left him. Her brows immediately draw together with concern. She walks over, eyes filled with remorse. "Hey. . . Sorry I didn't stop and talk to you properly before I went dashing off to stuff my gullet. Are you all right, Nico?" She spies Deon and Hattori napping, and thinks that they've the right idea, but waits for Nico's answer before she, too, will visit the land of Nod.
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+Relauni was again back at the Sands+ -- Relauni, 00:15:54 06/17/01 Sun
+She picked up her conversation with Shayndel once again, shaded orbs flickering between white and blue. Her usual cheery demeanor had returned, most likely from being able to eat. She humoured herself, making puns on her appetite in her mind. She turned to Shayndel+ "Yeah, a few people told me about the empathy levels of certain Candidates and how that affects the dragon'schoice. Some even went as far as saying that I'd Impress because..."+She hestitated, then raised a slender hand to hold up the platinum tresses that served as a visor so most would overlook her eyes+ "Well, my eyes change color depending on what I believe is my mood, sometimes others, and I can sorta see how people feel. But anyone can read people, its as easy as looking at the body language, or facial expressions. I picked up the ability to really see how people feel about things when my father took me with him to see a Lod Holder. When people argue about prices and value, you have to try and see what they think, because most won't tell you so that they can pay lower than they should. It's actually quite easy." +Relauni began to breathe again. Shards and shells, I just talked way to much. She let the gold locks fall back over her eyes, which were going through a rapid change from azure to a deep grey. She remebered her parents, and how they had always told her, Never say more than needed.. What did that mean? What about Harpers? If a dragon died, would everyone just say, "A dragon died, it is a very sad day." It wouldn't capture anyone's feelings at all. The femme nearly jerked her head up, her mind reeling with thoughts. Her casual, silly grin returned to her face and darkened hues faded to a light jade. She wouldn't try to think of the past any longer. This was the present, the only time to think about.+
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hmmm.. -- Deon, Sheol, and Gehenna, 22:13:10 06/16/01 Sat
The trio watch as the canidates leave and reenter the sands, but stay where they are, each gazing their own way, deep in thought. Now it's Deon's turn to think about what will come, and what had come before that. Gentle sigh emits from lightly parched labrums, everything was so different here...their past was, of course, behind them...but...it seemed so...unreal that she had been searched. She remembers conflicting feelings when she tried to impress at Southern. 'Well...we're early this time...maybe...maybe our lifemate will be here.' She barely listens to Sheol and Gehenna, who chatter endlessly as if Gehenna had not just been wandering off. It's perfect for them, of course. They always strived off pressure. Once more Sheol and Gehenna move towards the first girl that they met as she enters the sands, Hattori. They stop short as they realize that she has left this world and has entered the land of dreaming. Ahh well, all for the better, perhaps taking a nap would be a good idea, shards, even eating would be good, but...neither of the trio feel the hunger pains, not yet. Deon soon joins Sheol and Gehenna, who are feeling a little left out and annoyed. She grins "Calm down, both of you." An order to be followed if they didn't want to feel her wrath, which could be very painful. "Everything is so...I don't know...but..." Sheol begins to complain, his trademarked whiny voice echoing throughout the basically empty sands. "Shush!" Deon hisses in embarassment, flushing ever so slightly. Gehenna grins in amusement "Ahh...we are embarassing our dear sister..." He murmurs, drapping an arm around her shoulder. Deon sighs, leaning into his one armed hug in exhaustion. Gehenna smirks and leads her over to the shade, settling her down "Take a nap." Anothe order...would the commands ever end? Deon obeys, however, nodding "Al...al...alright." Voice is interrupted by a yawn, and then she leans back, drifting off into slumber, a strand of brown hair brushing into her face. Sheol grins at Gehenna and shakes his head "hmm..." Gehenna shrugs "Eh, dunno how she can sleep so easily." He mutters, and leads Sheol away from the sleeping girl. Both Sheol and Gehenna stand in an almost confused manner, goofing off in the middle of things, 'giggling' quietly as they discuss matters that are of great amusement to both of them.
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*Walks back in...* -- Hattori, 19:44:41 06/16/01 Sat
*She makes her way back into the Sands, through the same, deserted Weyr she had before. She steps in through the entrance and is nearly bowled over by the mixture of heat and light. Again. Warmer than the kitchens. But, then again, the Sands were warmer than most anything. She looked at the empty spot on the Sands, where the eggs would be. Hopefully soon. She grinned to herself. What was she expecting? The eggs to be there already? Yeah right. She resumes her spot on the wall. And in the shade. She looks around at the others, but desides to take a short nap. She lets her chin fall to her chest as her eyes close. She's soon off into dreamland, no one the wiser. To anybody looking on, she seemed awake. Handy for when you're on guard duty.*
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Closes his eyes and breaths in deeply -- Nico, 18:33:53 06/16/01 Sat
Nico grins at the newcomers, shifting his gaze all over. He isn't quite used to people, having never been around a group of more than 3 or 4 his whole life. Now, the sands where he had once been alone thrived with activity. He had taken real quickly to Shay, and in time, Hattori. Nicolai just can't cope with a large amount of new people at once.
His eyes wandered again, this time to the faces of all of the new people. All of them seemed so full of life and energy, especially Shay as she dashed away for food. Staring at the ground, as he often did, he recollects thoughts of the past year... "NICOLAI! What do you THINK you're doin'? I know you can haul more than that!" A grizzled man of 60 years taunts the young Nicolai. Nico wears a tattered, almost completely gone brown tunic and worn black shorts. The sweat beading on his forehead eventully makes trails in the dirt on his face. Inside the recesses of the vast cavern, the heat of the forge blasts forth every time the doors open and close. The glowing flame provides the little bit of light.
"I-I can't handle anymore!" Nicolai grunted through two arms full of charcoal.
"Boy, don't make me-" the man hacked a couple of times into a decrepid hand, pointing the shaky thing at the young man in front of him, "I'll whip ya agin boy! You'll carry twice as much as that, or you'll not eat. Is that un'nerstood?"
"Y-yessir." Nicolai grunted as he heaved the black rocks onto a platform. He wiped beads of sweat from his brow with his already dampened sleeve. Each strand of his blond hair had been encased in a coat of dust from his toil.
A stubborn tear coursed its way down Nicolai's emotionless, stone face. He mumbled under his breath, "One day...this will all pay off...this will all-"
Nicolai's thoughts were cut short by a grit of sand blowing into his wide open eyes. He realized that he had been staring at the ground expressionless. He looked up and smiled at the people around him. Finally...he could finally be happy.
((OOC: Okay, so maybe the tense changes a few times from Present to Past, but you know what I mean...right?))
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She grins back at Relauni. . . -- Shayndel, 17:47:20 06/16/01 Sat
"Ruatha, eh. I've always heard it's a nice Hold. I'd like to visit it someday." She glances at the others, gesturing with her chin for the others to join them. "I liked runners when I was little. Father always said I'd be a Beastcrafter or a Healer, the way I went after Mother's herbs." She grins at the recollection. "He was right. I wish Mother could have known." She lets out a small sigh of resignation. "Oh well, I'm sure she'd be happy." She smiles again, regaining her usual good humour. "Why does everyone keep saying that? My friend Sh'muel said that yesterday. He came and visited me while I was still at Fort Weyr. Anyway, I think all of us are going to Impress. We're nice folks, really. I've heard that dragons don't Impress people with low empathy levels, which I think is being able to feel what others feel. Anyhow, I propose we go and get something to eat right now! I'm starved! How about the rest of you?"
She turns to Hattori, grinning. "It's okay, I've been doing that too. Let's see. . . what's happened. Well, Gehenna's secluded himself away from the group, and his siblings are worried about him. Relauni just came and introduced herself. Besides that, you haven't missed too much." She wheels her grinning face to the others. "Ready to go eat? You don't have to come, of course, but if you want to, you'll have to beat me there!" She chuckles and sets off at a swift trot towards the kitchens. . .
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Shay stands, greeting the girl with a handshake and an amiable grin. -- Shayndel, 23:07:35 06/15/01 Fri
"Hello, Relauni. I'm Shayndel, and these five are Nico, Hattori, Gehenna, Deon, and Sheol. The last three haven't been here too long, but Nico, Hattori, and I have been waiting for a while now. The heat's a bit overwhelming, so if you want to come into the shade, there's plenty of it still left. . ." She gestures vaguely to the other side of the Sands with a rough, though slender, hand. She smiles welcomingly at the other and walks back to Nico and the others, gesturing to Relauni to follow. "I do hope Taliath gets here soon. I just want to see her fly in before I go and get a quick bite to eat. Are you hungry?" she asks the group. "If so, after Taliath comes, maybe we could all leave her in peace and eat a morsel or two, then come back?"
She slumps back down into her position beside Nico, glad to be back in the shade. Her remote gaze seems to be fixated on the Hatching Sands's entrance, but she is, in fact, seeing another time and place.
"Lamed, I'm afraid your foot cannot be saved," Shayndel said. The man lying on the bed nearby writhed with pain and anguish.
"Ah can't lose mah foot, Shay! Ah can't! Else how'm I ter be a Fisherman again?"
Shay sighed, green eyes saddened. "I don't know, perhaps we could rig you up a wooden foot?"
"Woodened foot ain't no good. Fisherman with bad balance ain't no good neither. . . "
The Fisherman let out a series of such loud, raucous wails that they caused Dvora, the MasterHealer, to come to his aid. Dvora, a plump woman who had not lost formidability as she gained weight and years, burst in, grey eyes stern.
"SHAYNDEL! What is it now?"
"Lamed is going to lose his foot."
The man moaned again.
The martinet Healer bared her teeth at Shay. "You didn't have to tell him that! Dimglow. . ." She shoved Shay aside and began to examine his foot.
"Now, Lamed, do be quiet. There's a chance the foot can be saved."
The man had had it sliced open in a fishing accident. Shay knew for a fact the foot would either rot off or have to be removed. Preferably the latter. She sighed gustily. Another failure. . .
She almost blurts out, "Why can't I do anything right?" but stops herself just in time. This was no time for self doubts. She knows she cannot be a Healer. She may have the skills, but she does not have the necessary skills at handling people. At least not that way. She is excellent at helping people mourn, and cheering people up. She just can't seem to manage to keep her mouth shut when it came to a man's life.
She lifts her head, also knowing that she is Shayndel, Journeywoman Healer, and Candidate at Ista Weyr. She is somebody. She returns whole-heartedly to the present, smiling at the others as if she had not lapsed into an uncharacteristic silence. Her green eyes are once more back with people, people who matter now. She grins nonchalantly at Relauni, deciding to risk a polite inquiry, as she can see the girl is troubled. "Where are you from?"
She waits, with bated breath, for Relauni's reaction.
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+Impression+ -- Relauni, 20:47:40 06/15/01 Fri
+She strode onto the sands, watching the others who had arrived earlier than her; the three boys and the two girls seemed to all be grouped in a circle talking, they hadn't noticed her arrival. She blended in about as well as a blue dragon did on the Hatching Sands because of the billowing white Impression robe. She watched the group of five, light, nearly white hues taking on a darker blue color. Her eyes made no sense, she had been teased of they way they changed color through what she believed were her emotions. Others had thought this was a wild and fascinating trick, and wanted to learn. She had smiled at them, and just walked away, not wanting to break the truth that it wasn't a trick. They were only a few years younger than her, her friends in the train, but the gap seemed so huge when they were together, she could barely stand it. All they wanted to do was either talk of their craft, whether it was woodworking, weaving, or riding, or watch the femme's eyes. "I bet they'll change to blue next!!! They usually do after they get a darker grey!!" The children exclaimed, making bets or casually slipping in taunts. She had learned to just ignore them. Her runnerbeast, a rust colored gelding, was faster than their horse's. Her father was a journeyman herdsman before he joined the train; he had bred the hose there for her. Relauni called her Pheonix, though she really couldn't understand how she had come up with the name, she just did; she had left her with her parents, they had said that they would care for her. The orbs resumed their empty, grey-white scheme and she gave a smile, again turning her attention to the others there. She was excited, just as much as anyone, but it seemed more controlled, a more anticipated and slow building tension rather than the nervous, fluttering feeling that one gets before anything important happens. Her excitement was downtoned, held inside; it seemed clear to her that a dragon would know how its lifemate felt, she wouldn't have to show it. The youth had turned 17 just days ago, and her parents had allowed her to come. My parents she thought, would they love to see me now. She sighed, blonde hair falling in front of her eyes, the straightened up. Standing in an entranceway wasn't going to do her much good, especially if she didn't want to get run over by other hopeful candidates. Relauni gave a grin, her face showing more, her eyes changing to a cerulean blue. It gave her a daring look, but she could care less of what most others thought. The teasing and stares and other uncomfortable things that kids did had made her wise. She regarded harsh words by flashing her teeth and grinning like an idiot, oblivious to insults. She didn't start fights, but if anyone dared to so much as try and injure her deliberately, she would defend herself, only striking if the other didn't back off. She had gotten into three fights in her life, and she had "won" two, the third ended in a draw. The boy just wouldn't give up. Each had gotten cut, scraped, bloody and muddy, buthe wouldn't quit. She remembered it vividly from the started+
"Renegade filth."
The boy taunted. The girl was sitting on a fence of stone, simply grinning ear to ear, providing little input for the young one's insults. She got up and walked on the fence as he walked on the ground below her.
"You're all alike, you're dirty, you can barely speak proper pernese, you can't read, and you are ignorant to the threat of Thread. You sit in your wagons like dumb herdbeasts while it eats you alive." The boy at his wit, and she kept walking, her expression somber, slender fingers balled into fists. Still, the boy taunted and teased, until she snapped. She jumped off the fence and looked him square in the eyes.
"Look, I'm leaving, quit talking to me, I don't want.."
She didn't have time to finsh, the male smacked her, talking in his contemptuous way, "don't talk to ME that way. You're pond scum, you can't...."
From there it was the end of civil obediance. She caught him in the jaw, and the rest unfolded from there, about 10 minutes later one of the others from the train came, and Relauni was escorted back to her wagon sporting a broken finger, a bloody nose and a black eye.
+Relauni shook her head, snapping out of her funk. She grinned again and walked to the group, her clear voice hiding nothing, she had nothing to hide.+
"Hello everyone, my name is Relauni. Have you all been her very long?"
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Shay smiles and nods to Hattori. -- Shayndel, 15:55:22 06/15/01 Fri
"Aye, it'll be nice to see this place filled with people. It's a neat Weyr." She smiles, glad for the shade from the scorching sun. "Well, you've an advantage over me. I've been mostly Hold- or Hallbound my whole life. My father's a very strict type, even if he is loving. And MasterHealer Dvora is a stickler for rules. So I haven't really learned much of anything besides Hold tasks and Healing." She pulls a small piece of cloth from her pocket. "Although, I do like stitching. I'm no Weaver, but I like working on a project from time to time." She smiles, leaning over and showing Nicolai the startings of her embroidery. "It's to be a gold dragon, wings outstretched, and the Red Star just visible on the eastern horizon." She turns back and shows Hattori. "It'll take me forever, though. I've—" she stops abruptly. She had been about to say, "I've a lot of patients to care for." Quickly, she searches for another subject. "So, you heal too, Nicolai?" She keeps her gaze on him as she speaks. "Not a formal Healer apprentice or journeyman, are you? I don't think I've seen you around Healer Hall." She grins quietly, as if to herself. "Hm, I think we ought to go say hello to those three that just arrived."
She stands and brushes the sand from her robes, then strides over to the new arrivals with a smile of greeting on her face. "Hey! Who're you three? I'm Shayndel, Journeywoman Healer, and these two are Nicolai and Hattori. Wait, I think she might have already introduced herself. . .?" She blinks slightly with a sheepish grin. "Sorry. Anyway, well met, whoever you are. I didn't get over here in time to hear your names. I've always been too slow for my own good." A rueful grin spreads from her lips to include her bright, friendly green eyes. "Oh well. I wonder when queen Taliath will get back from the mating flight? I've never seen a gold in flight. Have you?" she inquires of the other five gathered people. She smiles at Nicolai, suddenly realizing she had been staring at him. A delicate blush touches the tips of her ears, and she turns away, gaze open to the others' replies.
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Entrance... -- Deon, Sheol, and Gehenna, 11:47:46 06/15/01 Fri
The trio enter, glancing around tentatively. The female, tall with dark brown hair and brown optics that could bore into the soul, smiles slightly. Well, lets try our luck again. Her optics sparkle with the hint that she is quite the mischievous type. The grin also holds a hint that she is kind, and loves to be around people. She glances around, approaching the other canidates immediately, deciding to make friends. The two males glance about mildly, the taller, more muscular one, has been dubbed Gehenna, and Sheol, his height the only thing that makes him differ from Gehenna, bounces on the balls of his feet. Both male's hair are dark brown like their sister's, and their brown hued oculi give them the impression that they are quite the serious type...but...they aren't like that at all. Gehenna struts after Deon, 'strutting his stuff' for the ladies. He grins slightly as he reaches Deon, watching as his sister is about to introduce herself to Hattori. "Hi...I'm Deon." Hand is extended in a ritual of greeting, studying the girl in curiousity. Gehenna smirks slightly "And I'm Gehenna." He wiggles his eyebrows and allows his smirk to be replaced by a silly grin. Then it's Sheol's turn. He walks up confidently, and extends a hand as well "Sheol's the name." He says with a grin and a nod, casting a glance over at Gehenna. Gehenna is watching him with a smug look, one that makes him want to slaughter the male. Deon is chuckling merrily, amused by her brothers' antics. "Don't mind them...they're just a little...crazy." She grins at Hattori, hoping that her brothers haven't scared away a possible friend..
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Nicolai smiles contently... -- Nicolai, 10:59:07 06/15/01 Fri
"Hattori, hello." Nicolai nods, sitting next to Shay about a foot away, motioning to Hattori that it might be a good idea to do the same. "Me? Oh...I'm from anywhere and everywhere. I used to go from place to place taking care of people that fell ill, at the command of my aunt mostly. My life was bandages and salves...medicines and herbs. I-I'm sorry to go on like that." He sighs staring off across the mostly vacant sands, he again lets his gaze drift freely to the spot the eggs would soon occupy. Stretching his arms in front of him, he briefly closes his eyes, letting the relatively comfortable temperature soothe him. One of the people he used to care for ran an iron forge. Nicolai would spend weeks on end taking care of the man when he would get ill. Though he became used to the temperatures, his 'ammunity' gave way soon after the forge owner died and he no longer had to work there. Opening his eyes and turning his head, he quickly studies his two new acquantences. Immeditately drawn to Shay's eyes, he actaully realizes that he's been staring. Quickly diverting his line of sight, he swivles his eyes back to the sand while pounding into his head, 'Focus!Remember why you're here...'
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Shay smiles at the other two, eyes warming immediately to the contact. -- Shayndel, 18:38:29 06/14/01 Thu
She nods lightly to Nicolai. "Aye, 'tis warm out here." Which, of course, is a severe understatement. The sand's heat makes the Candidates' sandals seem nonexistent. Shay shifts slowly from one foot to the other, trying to maintain a slightly dignified stance. Finally giving up, she sits down with her back to a rock wall, grinning up at the others. "Hey, come sit here. There's some shade, at least." She smiles at Hattori, offering a belated greeting in reply. "Hello! Nice to meet you both. Where do you come from? My father was a minor holder beholden to Fort." She brings her knees to her chest, eyes the color of spring growth peering at the pair. Her friendly instincts suddenly seize control. "How did you get here? A bluerider from Fort brought me." She glances about with a satisfied sigh. "Even if it's deserted now, I heard at Healer Hall that Ralek's gold Taliath is to clutch here, so it won't be for long. Did you hear who caught her yet?"
She stares across the Hatching Sands, imagining a myriad scattering of eggs lying there, slowly hardening in the sun. A misty look fills her eyes when the imagined eggs begin to hatch. One of them stumbles towards her, calling her name to Shay, but the girl cannot see the hatchling's color. She tries to focus her blurry vision, and the dream fades like morning mist recedes from the sun. She smiles softly, gaze still locked on that distant vision of great love. She sighs quietly to herself, pulling herself back to the present, to listen to what the others have to say.
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*He smiles nervously...* -- Nicolai, 12:13:06 06/14/01 Thu
I'm Nicolai...*he flashes a smile and turns to face her completely, his eyes immediately making contact with hers. Blinking a couple of times, he sighs,* It's great to finally meet someone closer to my age...*He trails off, letting his eyes wander to the gritty sands shifting wildly under his feet. Smiling up again, he shrugs, really not knowing what to say. Having spent most of his life caring for others and hearing that he "just wasn't worthy," he didn't know what he was doing.* This...heat gets to ya...doesn't it? *He looks up, searching her eyes for any sort of reaction*
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*Hattori peeks in the Weyr entrance* -- Hattori, 09:23:27 06/14/01 Thu
*She finds nothing but black. Well, except for that glow at her feet. The Weyr was abandoned? That couldn't be. The other Weyrs had dragons to spare; but apparently not enough. She grabs the glowbasket, still not knnowing how they work. They just glow. She trekks around, not completely lost. All the other Weyr layouts were similar.* Why couldn't this be Benden...oh wait. Too crowded. Well, Southern might be nice if they hadn't just had a clutch. Or mabye even Igen! But Ista? There's no one here! *She huffs and trudges on, quite peeved with the next clutch's Weyr. Can't be picky if you want to ever ride a dragon. Maybe that's why her family had lived near this godforsaken Weyr. They guessed a dragon would have to clutch here, and then their sweet little children could Impress. She wasn't the oldest. The oldest had to take over the family. And there was only one other old enough to Impress, but he was away courting some female feline. She laughs at his memory. Poor, porr little Jebiz. He wouldn't score good with his beloved, so he'd be crawling back to her. A sudden blast of light and heat sweep over her at the same time. She shields her eyes.* This is the Hatching Sands all right. Just as deserted as the rest of this place. *She strides in, comfortable with the heat for now. Better than being a living ice cube. She looks around and spots the other two. She desides not to disturbe them for a while, so she walks over to where the eggs would be if they were there. Her short muddy-sand colored hair falls over her shoulders. It's not quite long enough to get to the middle of her arm. She brushes it back anyway, leaving behind a barely decernable red highlight. Her grey eyes sparkle with excitement. She closes her eyes and imagines eggs, dozens of eggs surrounding her. Then one cracks, it creels and heads for her. She melts under it's gaze. She can almost hear it's voice in her head... She snaps out of it and sighs.* Not yet, have to wait... *She trots over to Shayndel in time to hear her name.* I'm Hattori. Forgive me for bargeing in, but it does get rather lonely standing around waiting for what's not here. Nice to know there's other living, breathing people in this empty Weyr.
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