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Post by Ichigo/Satou/Makan on Mar 8, 2004 21:05:07 GMT -5
The eggs were sheviering more violently then ever, Canidates being rushed onto the sands. It was time for hatching to begin! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gold Eggs: 1/1 HatchedSilver Eggs: 1/1 HatchedBronze Eggs: 4/4 HatchedBrown Eggs: 5/5 HatchedBlue Eggs: 5/5 HatchedGreen Eggs: 5/5HatchedWhite Eggs: 1/1 HatchedPurple Eggs: 2/2 HatchedRed Eggs: 2/2 Hatched------------------------------------------------------------------------ SieraKandorlinTaylunReiNeouTarnK'tranM'razTessaYnahiMellodyTaraMatJertanTrastLentKalinAidenSeitRilot------------------------------------------------------------------------ Siera + ChikathKandorlin + TerathTaylun + AnuthNeou + ElenathT'rn + RenthK'tran + RhirothM'raz + InuthTessa + SkirothYnahi + LimithRei+ KertinathMellody+ ViolithTara+ IkonathJertan+ MemorothMat+ JinothTrast+ HinethLent+ JiothK'lin+ JinthAiden+ MenuathSeit+ ChothRilot+ Jinyoth------------------------------------------------------------------------ {{ This is being rushed because I just found out I am going to be going to Florida o_0'' So want to impress the Canidates quickly so you can start Weyrling stuff ' }}
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Post by Neou and Korint on Mar 8, 2004 21:13:12 GMT -5
There was a slight flurry of movement on the edge of the Hatching Sands as one Candidate hesitantly entered. The silver sands shifted beneath her feet, giving her almost no purchase. Slipping once, Neou managed a rather sloppy bow to the Weyrwoman and her dragon. "Please my lady, I am new here. They told me the Hatching has started, and to come here right away. Alas though, I have not touched any of the eggs." Neou gave a ruefull smile. Beautiful spheres, mottled orbs of singular beauty. Their shifting patterns, their different sizes, the hues, the myraid of eggs... All beautiful. Neou held her breath in as best she could. It would be disrespectful to gasp or do anything of the sort. Still, the Harper could barely contain her eloquent tongue. Odd orbs, one of azure, one of russet, peered out with curiousty. Flaxen hair covered her face, mostly shielding her from any curious looks or those who would make fun of her. Neou relished being a leader among Harpers, relished having respect. She stood strong throughout all her ordeals, or as strong as one could be. It was hard to be strong while one was being whipped, or berated for something for one did not do. Suddenly Neou felt a blush creep across her face. How impundent was she? "I am Journeywoman Harper, I mean Candidate, Neou. I suppose I am a Candidate. I never touched any of the eggs. Sadly enough." Neou's tone was somewhat bitter for her late Searching.
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Post by Ichigo/Satou/Makan on Mar 8, 2004 21:54:24 GMT -5
" Do not fear." Ichigo said to the young canidate with a gentle smile "Not many eggs were touched. Touching was simply a tool for getting used to the sands and eggs. You should be fine." The young girl, mine. Please have her join the circle around the queen eggs.[/color] Mindspoke Ikynath to her Ichigo.
The golden queen moved the golden eggs out closer to the girls, careful of the other egs. She didn't want her two queens to be lost in the crowd of eggs and needed to females around it to give her little ones plenty of selection.
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Post by Rei/Tarn/ L'kouree/Trast/Seit on Mar 8, 2004 22:43:56 GMT -5
Rei moved in a wild flurry to the female's semi-circle. she flet a lump rise in her throat, as it always did when she was tense or upset. tense now. she cracked her knuckles, another bad habit. she was full of 'em. she felt warmer than sh e had before, listening to the pulse of the dragon's humming speeding up the beating of her heart, infusing it in every vein and artery.
she mumbled the start of a story under her breath. barely audible. "there was something to fear in this simple place. the way the clouds never loomed and the trees never whispered. something omunious..." she felt better. in control. unfocused, but in control. when she was writing, she was at peace. she felt the lump in her throat dissapate like a fading nightmare. her shoulders untensed as much as they were able to. she then looked out at the eggs again. they were stunning. the way the light played off it...she made a note to write something about them. a song. no, a poem. she couldn't write good songs.
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Post by Neou and Korint on Mar 8, 2004 22:49:50 GMT -5
Though Neou was not a HAD, she knew where to go. The Queen seemed to want her to move towards the Queen egg, as she wished for all females. Nodding mutely, Neou moved forwards quickly, almost tripping several times. She was acutely aware that she was the only Candidate who did not wear the white garb of Impression, still dressed in Harper blue from being Searched. Well, she had never been to the Candidate Barracks either. Some things in life had to wait, such as wearing the white gown. And some things in life never happened. Somehow Neou doubted she would need to stand upon these burning Sands again, nor did she want to. To have to be here for clutch after clutch, only aware of the ridicule you received from those who Impressed.... It must have been awful. Shuddering at such an awful prospect and fate, Neou moved closer to the other females, yet farther. She was not one for much human company, and this was almost too much. Countless families of prospective Impressors. Countless Lord Holders, minor Holders, those of the Craft and Hall... The myraid of color present in just clothing alone. Neou reeled back a bit, overwhelmed by it all. Even during a Gather she had not seen so many.
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Post by Rei/Tarn/ L'kouree/Trast/Seit on Mar 8, 2004 23:02:00 GMT -5
"you okay?" Rei asked, breaking out of her trance-like narritive to look at the other girl, who had shuddered. she was trying to tune out as much as possible-but the comments from Creshendo and Mist, who were back in the barracks, were not helping. [glow=red,2,300]why are you doing this? it seems boring, to me.[/glow] [glow=white,2,300]aren't we good enough?[/glow] She didn't show her frustration with her tones at all. or, at least she look like she didn't. she was going to scold them when she got back. she was having enough problems with this crowd- her head was aching and her ears were throbbing. the scent of oil and sweat was in the air, clogging her nostrils. she hated crowds! she hated noise! Cheshendo had a point. what was she- no. don't think like that. if you let weariness cloud your vision, then I will never fufill my dream...and a dream deffered...it just rots. I don't want to fail. I won't! I won't let me mind and heart be cluttered with the sorrow and woe of a dream deffered. never!
She had seen the results of a dream that died. it usually just pressed down against the soul, letting it dry up like water on these burning sands. bitterness and spite, the denons of pain, all sprouted from a turned-away dream. she couldn't let that happen. not to her. there were those who dream, and those who do something about it. she was going to do something about it. as much as she could.
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Post by Neou and Korint on Mar 8, 2004 23:23:52 GMT -5
"What? Me? Oh yes, just splendid. But, even as a Harper and veteren of many Gathers, I have not seen so many!" Neou held her breath, then rapidly expelled it. "Or perhaps I have, just not in such an enclosed area. Yes, that would be logical, would it not?" Now mostly musing to herself, Neou began to hum. There was the ever-present dragon's hum of course, as accompanied every Hatching. And Neou, Harper that she was, began to hum a small counter-tune to that hum. It would have been sarcrilage to bring out her pipes at this Hatching, not to mention asking for a dragon to maul her, but humming was certainly acceptable. Or so Neou believed. And hum she did, a pleasant melody that wound itself like a tunnelsnake against the other tune. It was deep, nameless, ancient. But it was not so foreign. It was a song that was passed down from dragon to dragon through the ages, a song that was as beautiful as it was arcane. The meaning was not known, save that it welcomed dragons into Pern. But it did not matter, for a song of birth needed no meaning. It was as it was. There was no illusions about a song, which pleased Neou to no end. No illusions whatsoever. Ecru skin shining in the bright light of the Hatching Ground, reflected threefold by the golden egg and the golden Queen, Neou continued her errie little melody, reminding some of the question song, others only of the joy of being a Harper, able to make up counter-tunes and melodies on the spot.
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Taylun, Weyrling of Green Anuth/ Jertan, Weyrling of Brown Memoroth/ Crow, Harper, Candidate
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Post by Taylun|J'tan|Crow on Mar 8, 2004 23:24:55 GMT -5
Taylun walked calmly out onto the Hatching sands, altough her nature was to keep as to herself as possible, her nature also demend politeness. Walking to the Weyrwoman and her dragon she bowed and asked, "Good day Ma'am, I am Taylun. I fear I did not touch any eggs, but I am stilled allowed for the Hatching, yes?"
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Post by Rei/Tarn/ L'kouree/Trast/Seit on Mar 8, 2004 23:37:28 GMT -5
"yeah... the enclosure of space does make everything bigger...like sounds, for example..." She said, noting how everything echoed off the walls. she stomped a foot on the sand, just listening to it. it gave her a focus point, which made her fell better.
but focus points never lasted long. she quickly had to find something esle, or the general roar would drive her nuts! OK, more nuts than she already was. she tried focusing on the humming of the girl next to her. good, but it was too close tp the dragon's hum. but it would do. or maybe she could think of something better.
I am a leaf in the wind. I have no control over those around, just on myself. I am set upon a path by my actions. what happens to me, I am to blame, but not completely. life will go on. I will survive, even thrive. I am not to be defeated by fate." it had started as a thought, but had melted into words. she was not even aware of it slipping out of her mouth. it was an old chant, a soothing one that gave her some sense of peace, or perhaps persepcetive. it reminded her not to lay all of the blame on herself. if she didn't impress, she would most likely blame herself. but maybe thinking of this, she would not blame anyone. she also just felt surer, just truer to herself after thinking-err, saying that.
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Post by Siera/Mellody/K'lin on Mar 8, 2004 23:47:16 GMT -5
A figure is seen running towards the sands. Siera ran onto the sands with a paniced look on her face. She was afraid that she was late. Her long brown hair was up in a ponytail and her brown eyes looked around axiously. She bowed to the queen and weyrwoman and took her spot amoung the female canadates.
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Post by Kandorlin on Mar 9, 2004 10:39:02 GMT -5
Kandorlin rushed onto the sands, white robes billowing out behind her as she ran. She arrived, panting, looking in wonder at the little eggs on the sands. She wondered if she would Impress, and if she did, what colour she would.
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Post by Ichigo/Satou/Makan on Mar 9, 2004 11:55:58 GMT -5
The first egg sheviered, spider web like crack running down the shell. The crack continued to grow until finally the head of a dragon poked through. In mere second the hatchling had simply walked out of the egg shell as if it were nothing, hide gleaming bronze. The first egg of the hatching was bronze, a good omen. There were very few males on the sands, so the bronze stood, waiting for his mine to come forth.
The second egg rattled and in a burst of egg shells a green dragonet emerged, scales pale but still bright. She turned her head, eyes searching amoung the female canidates. Yes, her mine was there. She paused, then began to pull her body forward, escape the grasp of the final shells sticking to her green body. She moved towards the females, 2 more eggs trembling, and then finally pressed her snout against the leg of her chosen mine. It was Taylun, the female who had failed to touch the eggs. ||Taylunmine! Taylunmine! Do not worry! Your Anutsh has found you! We shall be together for ever now! ||
The crowds cheered and clapped their hands for the first impression, though their cheers quieted as two more eggs sheviered and cracked. They seemed to hatch at the same momment, both shells spiliting apart as if planned. The shells fell from the bodies of the dragonets who both lifted their heads up high. One, the no doubt larger of the two, was a blue. His hide was a calming shade, not to bright or dark, but still not too light. The second has another green, young and full of life. The green lifted her head and turned to the female canidates at the same momment the blue did, her foresty hide glittering as the sun leaking into the grounds pressed against it.
It was almost a flash, it seemed, the blue dragonet hurrying towards the females without even the slightest stumble, eyes fixed on his chosen girl. Finally, he had his head pressed against her leg, the legs of Siera, his mine. Now, Sieramine, your Chikath wishes not that his Siera panicsabout being late. For her Chikath would have waited a hundred years for her to come greet him! ||[/color]
The final green moved slowly to the canidates, calling out to the girl she'd chosen. || Oh, Kandorlinmine! Kandorlinmine! Terath is so worried about you!||[/i]
(Chikath's Color=6699ff ||| Anutsh's Color= 66ff99 || Terath's Color=336600)
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Post by Feline Protector on Mar 9, 2004 12:00:20 GMT -5
Ruvna stood in the audiance, watching with bated breath. Finnath on the upper reaches was silent, her eyes serching out the bronze eggs along with the brown. Ruvna chided her gently. ||Come off it, dear heart, they will be to young for you.||
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Post by Rei/Tarn/ L'kouree/Trast/Seit on Mar 9, 2004 12:06:07 GMT -5
Rei clapped half-heartedly for the first impressions, as any candidate would. she was glad for them...but jealous, too. She was worried. her serenity had fled like a scared flitt. now she was a mass of nerves. it was all too loud, too big for her. she needed a center. she couldn't find one.
she blinked once, and felt wetness on her cheeks. she was crying? she wasn't that upset. she wiped the tears off her face, and blinking them away, she tried to understand. anything to distract her. it did make her feel better, the distraction. that was it! people don't actually cry because they're sad. they cry because they have too much adrenilene! I'm crying because I'm tense...and this is all a little overwhelming. "so that's why...I need to relax." she said with a smile, her peace returning for a second. she wiped away the last of the tears and stood focused on the clutch. no time to wimp out now. just don't get too tense. she didn't want to look weak. she focused on happy thoughts...the sight of the sky, the feeling whern she wrote, listening to Cheshendo and Mist.... spea-err, thinking of which, she hoped they would respect how importent this was to her.
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Post by Rei/Tarn/ L'kouree/Trast/Seit on Mar 9, 2004 12:41:05 GMT -5
Tarn came skidding onto the hatching sands, his black eyes wide in terror and shock. his black-streaked brown hair was wet from taking a swim, dripping onto his white robe. he saw the dragons that had already hatched, and his expression darkened. "shards! I'm late!" he growled under his breath, cursing his foolishness in taking a breif swim in the sea. finally, the sea had betrayed him. classic. he stood where the males were supposed to stand, wondering why the bronze hadn't picked.oh, yeah. he was the only guy there. he wondered at what in the name of faranth he was doing there. this wasn't his place! why in the name of the egg was he doing, setting himself up to be hurt and betrayed by coming to a hatching.
he knew what the searchrider had been thinking. he was smart and strong-willed and brave, so he would have a chance. but why had he chosen to go with him? oh, yeah. it was because he wanted out of that place. he wanted to get away from his family, from his life, from that blasted muckpit they called a hold.from that blasted muckpit they called his life. he was destined for bigger things then staying in that hold. was this is?
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