Taylun|J'tan|Crow
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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 Apr 19, 2004 16:52:21 GMT -5
Crow bowed again to the silver Queen and her rider before moving about the eggs. She gave them all a touch, not judging what would emerge from any of them; making sure they all got the same attention. Her face, a blank canvas, never altered as she swept her way through the eggs, pausing at each one. But she avoided those which were currently occupied, returning to them later on.
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Teryl
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Teryl, weyrling of green Raith
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Post by Teryl on Apr 20, 2004 5:13:22 GMT -5
Teryl began to move among the eggs, stepping carefully. If her carelessness brought harm to one of these yet-unborn dragons, she would never forgive herself.
The first egg she touched was small, probably a green. Everyone thought greens were so low ranking, so common. If they didn't like the look of you, they would mutter, she could be a green rider, maybe. But they were really such a lovely color and got the most action. If a green were to choose her, she thought, touching another egg of similer size close by, she would be honored.
She continued to walk, makeing sure to touch each egg, thinking happy thoughts. Blues, now. They were the messenger dragons. They didn't fight Thread as much, but they were explorers. If a blue chose her, perhaps he could keep her from getting lost all the time.
What if a brown chose her? Browns were a very high rank indeed, especially for a girl. They were Threadfighters; the could even be wingseconds! But she didn't think she wanted that kind of responsibility.
Some of the eggs looked unusual. A red or purple perhaps? She wasn't sure how she could cope with a red's attitude on the ground, but she could imagine them in the air. They were the feircest and most agile flyers, leaving even the greens behind sometimes. Purples she hadn't heard much about personality-wise. How exciting it would be to Impress a purple, to be discovering new things about her dragon every day.
She even, when the other candidates weren't looking, ran a hand over the large egg that could only be a bronze. Girls had never Impressed bronzes, but she hoped one day one would. A girl could be a wingleader just as well as a boy! Not her, of course, she was never much of a leader. Not a follower either - she just did her own thing. But some girl, somewhere.
At last, she left the eggs, giving their shells a last longing glance. The clutch of a silver Queen, she thought as she traveled up the corridor to the candidate barracks, what wonders would be held there?
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