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- "Hesvitta!" -- Lemos Holders + flitters, 19:37:48 01/05/02 Sat
Lord Flint marched angrily up to the Weyrlady, calling her name. "Hesvitta! What's this nonsense about my Henrya Impressing a green?! I want you to stop this, now! Pardon, but I don't want her to become a dragonrider!" he cried, omitting the word "sharding" which he would have put before dragonrider if he had not feared to anger her.
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- *The very last egg begins to rock!* -- Pojath, 13:31:25 01/03/02 Thu
*A large green head emerges from the egg, followed by front legs and soon the whole body of a green dragonet. She steadies herself and looks around, eyes swirling yellow with fear... then they change color to a light blue and the green races towards Kylay.* You impress me. I'm Pojath. I'm hungry. Let's go get food. *The green seems tough, not too affected by being the last to hatch, but her hunger is obvious and rather painful to the young dragonet.*
[OOC- Since Riyana never replied to a green a long time ago, we'll pretend that never happened and give Kylay her green.]
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- *One of the last two eggs trembles.* -- Shuth, 13:28:25 01/03/02 Thu
*The Queen's big head turns to look at it, and her eyes brighten, she'd thought the last two were lost for sure. This one is slightly larger than the very last, and it hatches quickly, revealing a blue dragonet. Creeling pathetically, he stumbles and lands right at Katinka's feet. I am Shuth, you Impress me, please feed me, I need food... Following Impression is a rush of overwhelming love, and painful hunger cramps coming from the grey-tinged dragonet.*
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- staring wistefully at the eggs -- Kylay, 21:30:50 01/02/02 Wed
As she stared wistefully at the lessening pile of leathery white eggs Kylay was trying everything to keep her mind off her family. She knew that she probably looked like a phsyco because she had been talking to herself but she couldn't go back to her memories of her family... her life... her past... but everything seemed to have some reference... some link to her sickening past. Trying to find some peace Kylay glanced into the crowd again. As she scanned the rows and rows of faces she saw a scene that caught her eye. It was of a mother slowly rocking a child, swaying at the hips... her eyes half closed, humming under her breathe and old tradition song... and to Kylay's dismay another image from her memory burned into her mind...
"Mama?" asked the 4 turn old Kylay.
"Yes, dear?"
"Will you tuck me in again? I.. I had a bad dream." she had woken up from a fitfull sleep full images of death put there by her own deep dark worries. "Oh, yes, what's the matter?" bending over her mother had swept her up blanket and all. Slowly, rocking the bundle back and forth, she would start to sing. She would sing of dragons, flights, and quests. All the while Kylay nestled closer to her mother, her ear on her mothers chest... making sure the heart beat was still there. Her mother was slowly being eaten up by a diseas that plagued her body. Kylay knew that she shouldn't have been listening in on that night but she had and now she knew what none of her older brothers had... and it was eating her up... every night Kylay would sneak out from under her hides and peek into her parents room just to make sure her mother was still there, not buring on some distant pier. It had taken two turns... two turns of being afraid of death... two turns before her mother died. On that horrible day a part of her died too... her innocence.
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- She stands on her toes in the attempt of not feeling the heat of the sand. -- Katinka, 19:22:30 01/02/02 Wed
Nervously she flip hair over her shoulder, pushing the few escaped strands behind her ear. She looks around at the others to see what they were doing, then just continued to stand there, feeling foolish. What if she was too late? What if all the eggs were Impressed all ready? Then she would smile and move on, she thought harshly, that's what she always did, and this was no different.
Moving away from thoughts that threatened to bring self-pity, Katinka smiles as she watches the dragonet Erasth be Impressed by T'rep. If only that would happen to her.... She pinches herself firmly, telling herself to stop thinking such thoughts. It wasn't going to do anything to dwell on what might happen, only thing to do was to work with the present and let the future unfold itself.
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- *A smaller egg begins moving.* -- Erasth, 14:27:56 01/02/02 Wed
*With almost shivering, jerky movements, the shell splits in two. It reveals a small, grey-brown dragonet. Creeling loudly, luckily this youngster hatched right near his lifemate. Head-butting Torrep lightly, he says, My name is Erasth, you Impress me T'rep. I'm starving. And with Impression, his hunger pangs become his rider's as well.*
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- *A big egg begins rocking, leaving only three silent eggs unhatched.* -- Kebeth, 13:52:34 01/02/02 Wed
*Larger than most of its clutchmates, this egg seems determined to contain the struggling hatchling within. In moments, however, a bronze snout pokes through the mottled shell, shattering the rest and sending shards flying. The young dragonet staggers before finding his balance and walking forward. His hide, too, is tinged drastically grey, but he still is large and reasonably healthy, considering his long imprisonment. Spotting the perfect match, he makes his way awkwardly over, ribs showing under the grey-bronze flank. My name is Kebeth, A'dor. You Impress me, and I really need some meat. I'm famished. The bronze shows exceptional love in his tone, practically drowning out the agonizing hunger pangs he feels.*
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- Restrainedly walks in... -- Torrep, 13:49:57 01/02/02 Wed
... trying not to show his excitement. As soon as he heard there weren't enough Candidates on the Sands, he'd made his way there to see if he might Impress, and get away from the unrewarding and outrightly boring apprenticeship he'd been in. He gazed over the Sands, feeling the same awe and entrancement that nearly every Candidate feels when they first see the eggs under careful watch from the Queen...
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- *Another small egg begins to hatch.* -- Qurath, 13:43:34 01/02/02 Wed
*The mottled shell doesn't resist breaking and a pitifully grey-tinged dragonet collapses in the shards, creeling almost mutely. Lifting fragile wings, the blue manages to open his frantically whirling eyes and fasten his panicked gaze on Khavarra. Khavarra! I am Qurath... help me! Suddenly dizzy by Impression, the blue goes partially limp, wet claws still scrabbling at the sand, trying to get up and reach his lifemate...*
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- *A large egg suddenly twitches.* -- Diamenth, 13:38:49 01/02/02 Wed
*Quickly enough it shatters, the shell having baked so long on the hot, then cold, then hot Sands that it's brittle. It leaves a large brown-grey dragonet that flaps weak wings and scrambles to it's talons unsteadily. Letting out a shaky brassy call, the brown stumbles into Ralitiri. My name is Diamenth, R'tiri, you Impress me. I starve! The brown clamps his jaws around the young man's forearm, his fangs not grown in to harm much, and shakes his partner lightly. I need food! The whirling eyes show love, but the calm blue color is quickly overpowered by a hungry red.*
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- ::yet another candidate:: -- Avigdor, 21:58:02 01/01/02 Tue
The next candidate to enter the sands was a tall, well-built youth, in about his eighteenth turn of life. His thick black hair fell in argumentative hanks at his broad shoulders, though he seemed not to notice. Peering out between yet more hair, his golden hazel eyes seemed to sparkle with unplayed tricks. His thin lips seemed perpetually quirked in an insane grin. He scurried out to the middle of the sands, fingers steepled as he surveyed the rapidly dwindling clutch, and he wondered if one of the eggs' occupants might find him worthy. His cheery face turned unusually solemn as he watched the ovoids. They looked rather weak, and he desperately hoped that all would hatch, though he knew it would be no surprise if some didn't. They had been sitting out here for much too long. Well, nothing to do but wait... and hope...
He sat down cross-legged and stared at the others, and wondered if these were to become fellow dragonriders. He did not care about much right now, but he only wished that any hatchling might consider him worth its while. Despite his usual nonchalant appearance with the merchant train, he longed for a different life. He knew he was not cut out to be a trader. His true love was actually doing something to save Pern, or at least that's how he saw it. Avigdor took out a flute he'd whittled himself and began to play, to pass the time before his fate was decided...
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- rusahes in hoping to impress -- Kalya, 18:59:39 01/01/02 Tue
A tall girl of 15 turns rushes in, hoping like everyone else if there is any more eggs. As she slows to a stop her vibrant red hair swirls around her face. Unlike most she strides onto the sands ignoring the burning sensation that can be felt through her flimsy sandals. Kalya looks around, her bright green eyes assesing her 'opponents'. She laughed at herself... her father always told her she was to competitive... as quickly as her laugh had come it left... cut short by the tears that were forming in honor of her poor dead father. Against her will her mind drifted into memories...
Her family had been farmers, but Kalya never took to it like her brothers. She would always sit apon her fathers knee at night and he would say, "But what shall you love if you don't love the earth?"
And the young, innocent Kalya would answer, "I will love dragons."
But her father replied, "But if you don't love the earth, does that me you don't love it's people?" It was all he could do to keep a straight face.
And this little niave girl would answer, "I will love dragons."
And so their game would go on until Kalya would explain how she loved dragons... dragon fight thread... thread kills crops... if her dragon kills thread she's saving crops. Of cource her father knew this all very well for he was a farmer as his father to his father before... he knew the dangers of thread... but even the wise can make small errors... small errors may have devastating effects, like being caught out during thread...
"No," Kalya thought to herself, "no, no, no! I won't do this any more it was over a year ago. He's dead and that is that."
Kalya quickly rubbed away her tears with the white canidate robe... rubbed away her memories to focus on her dream... her father's dream... her new life.
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- She runs in, hoping she isn't too late. -- Khavarra, 18:41:47 01/01/02 Tue
She trips and nearly falls, but she skids to a halt, willing herself to be more civilized. "Dragon dung, what if I'm too late?" She sits, panting after her long run. "Blast it all."
Why had she bothered leaving? Her clan had provided, but she sought more. Her bossy personality and firey nature had always led her to lead others, but alas her clan was not to be led by a 'tempermental' fourteen year old. Her frizzy flaming red hair is pulled back in a pony tail, and she searches her pack for something to munch on. She comes up with some beef jerky. She hoped her dragon wouldn't be picky. She hoped it would be pretty but almost slapped herself for thinking something so girly. If this dragon life was not to be for her, she would look into something else. She had rented a Runnerbeast to get here, but nearly ran it over a wherry. No wonder Gramps never let her drive the wagon. She grins as she remembers Gramps sending her on her way. The family had waved her off, happy to see her persuing her goals. All 12 flaming red heads had filed out to say bye. Even Thomick. Thomick was the youngest, about four. Father and Mother and Gramps raised all 9 of us, with only minor problems. She hoped she and her dragon could get hatchlings, how cool would that be? She sits back, chews on beef jerky, and daydreams about big golden dragons swirling around amidst green and blue ones.
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- *a young man walks nearer to the last of the eggs* ((yeah, I know, another guy, but I couldn't help myself!!)) -- Ralitiri, 14:33:34 01/01/02 Tue
*A young man of 18 steps onto the sands and begins to close the distance between himself and the clutch. Only six left, he muses, perhaps I am too late? Shaking off the feeling, he bows deeply to the queen who was watching the remainder of her clutch with sharp eyes. Earlier in the hatching his brother, Johuin, had Impressed the bronze Hinith and Ralitiri was extremely proud of the excellent job his brother had done and he had heard news from home that the last of the set of triplets would soon be coming to one of the weyrs. Although the beautiful bronze was one of the most beautiful things he had ever laid eyes upon, a bronze was not what Ralitiri was looking for. He longed to ride high above the weyr mounted upon a magnificent brown which would carry him between and to see his cousin, Litisha, at Fort. Right now her queen was in flight and he hoped that all went well for her there but now, he had to keep his mind focused so that he could accomplish his goal and become a dragonrider. So, with one last glance around all the watching people, he fixed his gaze on the remainder of the eggs, hoping one would soon hatch.*
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- *Two more eggs hatch, leaving six motionless. The Queen looks over those worriedly, before watching the rocking two.* -- Adalth, Peppeth, 13:37:16 01/01/02 Tue
*The slightly larger egg hatches almost immediately, the brittle shell shattering around a small, sickly dragonet curled up in a fetal position. Seeming surprised by the sudden light and air, he raises a blue snout and blinks slowly whirling eyes. Like some of the earlier hatchlings, his hide seems more grey than blue, and though large for his color, he's suffered greatly by being in his egg so long. After a long moment, he struggles to his feet and walks shakily over to Yenda, weakly nudging her hand. My name is Adalth, Yenda. You Impress me... I really need food, I'm so very hungry. He creels pitifully, leaning against her heavily for support.*
*The second egg hardly twitches, but it's enough as a green talon pushes out to break the shell neatly in half, small shards flying as the egg falls to the sand. A dark, vibrant gree hatchling staggers forward, tossing her dainty muzzle, apparently unfazed by her wait. With an impatient bugle, she gallops over and rams into Xansran, knocking him over and very nearly falling on him. My name is Peppeth! You Impress me, and I'm hungry! FOOD! She croons lovingly.*
[Xansran: you can shorten your name different ways, your choice. X'nsran, X'sran, X'ran.]
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- Enters in the white of the canidates -- Xansran and Yenda, 12:21:51 01/01/02 Tue
Xansran, the male of 18 enters. He bows to the queen in respect. As he raises, his eyes look at the remaining eggs in concern. He walks slowly to the eggs and wathces them shake. He hopes that all of them would hatch safly.
Yenda enters, her blond hair up. She just turned 14 and was nervous. She takes a slow step towards the eggs.
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- *Almost at once, three eggs begin moving.* -- Vorith, Enteth, Rittith, 11:30:32 01/01/02 Tue
*The largest of the three hatches first as a brown-grey head shatters the brittle shell. He stumbles forward, looking tired from his long stay in the egg. Sighting Zoron, he heads for him with whirling eyes. Z'ron! I am Vorith, you Impress me! Please, I need food badly, and his new lifemate can feel the hatchling's intense hunger.*
*The smallest of the three is next to burst into shards, revealing a pale green dragonet, her would-be-beautiful emerald hide tinged an unhealthy grey. Creeling pitifully, she sights the two girls on the Sands and tries to reach them, but she trips and sprawls out. Flapping her wings weakly, she cries out. Jess! I am Enteth! She needn't say more, for her painful hunger is obvious and her inability to rise on her own speaks for itself in her weak struggling.*
*The third egg, rather medium-sized, cracks as a long, blue tail sweeps through it. The fragile shell collapses, sticking to the dragonet's damp hide as he stumbles forward, crooning to find himself so close to his chosen one. This blue, though average in size, seems to be one of the sturdier that suffered little for the prolonged wait, and head-butts Kathy. I am Rittith, Kathy, you Impress me! I WANT FOOD! The little blue may be tough, but as all hatchlings are, he is famished.*
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- Three canidates walk in -- Zoron, Jess and Kathy, 10:25:34 01/01/02 Tue
First comes a 15 year old named Zoron. He stood at 5'11" He brushes a strand of his dark brown hair out of his brown eyes and looks about at all the other canidates and the remaining eggs. He wondered if he would impress.
Jess and her half sister Kathy walked in. Both were 16. Jess had light brown hair that reaches to her shoulder. She has green eyes, and was realitivly small at 4'11"
Kathy is tall and thin. She has redish brown hair to her chin and brown eyes. Kathy looks about and motioned to her sister. They slowly walked toward the eggs, keeping at a respecatble distance.
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- *Another small egg begins moving, leaving 11 of it's fellows to lie motionless, doomed to die unless sufficient Candidates come in time....* -- Rureth, 10:03:52 01/01/02 Tue
*The mottled shell crackles and a pale green talon shoves through. One of the last eggs laid, the dragonet hadn't suffered as badly as some, but she was small for her colour, and as she stumbled weakly free of brittle shards, her eyes whirlig yellowly and she cries out. It only takes a moment for her eyes to fall on the one that she had hatched for... Delfina. Stumbling the few necessary feet forwards, the little green collapses at the girls feet, whimpering as hunger pangs cramp her young belly. Delfina! I am Rureth, you Impress me, I need food! Her mental voice is accompanied by a rush of love and the feeling of starvation.*
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- *A tall girl walks onto the sands.* -- Delfina, 09:38:50 01/01/02 Tue
*She is 15 turns, coming from another life that did not... fall into place quite the way she had hoped. The life of a dolphineer was simply not for her, though she had loved the creatures all her life... but once she began training she had clumsily fallen and broken her arm while getting a book to study aqua-lungs from... and because of this, was out of anything involving water... aka being a dolphineer... until it healed. She would miss all the lessons and would have to train with younger kids later on. Impatient as she was, she felt as though her life was calling her to do something with it, NOW!
Thus she was here. Standing upon the warm sands, feeling the lifeforce of the young dragons sliding around her feet. She doesn't mind the heat of the sands, she'd walked on many a warm sunny beach before... She closes her eyes. She would miss it, the water, but... as all her life all she'd ever wished to do was protect her beloved planet, perhaps this was the better choice.
Thinking back upon stories Old Uncles had told to her as a child she recollects the protocal and mannerisms of a Candidate. Thus dusting aside the old white robe she'd made herself whiel traveling here on foot, she throws it over her usual brown tunic and bows to the Weeyrlady and her Queen. Then making her way through the sands she pats the majority of the eggs gently, but stays a decent distance away from the Gold Dragon. Suddenly looking to the sky she watches as A small brown figure swoops downward. Raising one arm towards it the Brown flit lands gently upon her arm, scratching the tanned skin, and gently works his way up to her padded shoulder. Delfina examines the scratch and eyes her flit with a look of amusement. "Those landings still aren't quite there yet are they Egan... Ah well, practice makes perfect as they say."
The raven haired girl pets her flit with her other finger and suddenly smiles broadly as a pair of brothers Impress a Blue and a Brown. She shakes her head, she'd come here, but would she be lucky enough to get what those two had? The ultimate of companions and friends. A fighter but a caring creature.... A dragon...
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- *Two eggs begin to hatch at about the same time.* -- Caphoth and Svorath, 01:34:27 01/01/02 Tue
*The first seems to split in two, and the small curled blue inside opens it's eyes sleepily.. struggling to stand the bleary eyed hatchling manages to get upon it's feet, and peers around, dull eyes reflecting a worried green. But the gren fades to a blue as it stumbles towards Perin and nudges him gently. I am Caphoth. You impress me P'rin. Lets go get food now?*
*The second is somewhat larger, and stronger then the blue. Brown legs shoot out simultansiously, and the shell shatters under the stress. Shaking bits of egg from it's slightly faded hide the Brown creels with hunger and confusion, before locking eyes with Kenar. Dashing towards him he creels again, hunger bringing on pain, You Impress me K'nar, I am Svorath... Please get me some food?
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- *The Queens head swivels around as another of the larger eggs begin to crack.* -- Skatoth, 01:26:29 01/01/02 Tue
*A bronze tail whips out through the shell and is followed by two hind legs. Soon, with much wiggling and creeling, the hatchling shoves it's way out... backwards. The Bronzes color would be a very deep tone, if not for the patches of grey marking it's neglected hide. But health is no longer an issue as the Bronze finds it's lifemate and scrambels over to him... Headbutting Ulepran in the leg it creels in a somewhat weaker tone You Impress me U'pran. I am Skatoth. May we go get some food now?
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- They watch the other Canidates Impress. -- Perin & Kenar, 00:15:58 01/01/02 Tue
Perin shifts impatiently (and a bit uncomfortably) from foot to foot. He felt a bit jealous as he watched the others Impress, and hopes that he will Impress as well. A sudden stab of fear shoots through him. What if he does not Impress? He looks up at his brother, praying for reassurance.
Kenar touches his brother's shoulder. "Patience, Perin," he murmurs. Steady as a rock, he is outwardly calm and at ease. Inside, though, he is affected by the same hopes and fears as his younger brother. He chuckles as Perin steps on a particularly warm patch of sand and yelps. "We were warned to wear boots," the young man reminds the youth.
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- ((OOC: Happy New Year!)) -- Ulepran, 21:16:07 12/31/01 Mon
Ulepran's approach is confident, his smile is only partially nervous and he bows to the Queen and Weyrlady with the ease of practice. He turned too the eggs and noted with a pleased eye that the eggs were fewer than they had been. Brushing his dark hair away from his face, he steps towards one of the larger eggs, a reverant expression on his face. Are you a bronze? I hope you are a bronze, and that you chose me. It would be a great honor. And I think I would like a bronze. He moves among the closer bunches, the eggs were worriingly small, and they seemed almost starved. Like they could wait no longer until hatching. Waiting hopefully for Candidates, and lifemates. Or death. He shuddered at that realization. What a terrible alternative. And Pern needed them so badly! What a terrible alternative...He winced at that thought, circling thorugh the eggs once more, nervously, confidently, and hopefully most of all.
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- *Another small egg twitches fitfully.* -- Gattoth, 20:42:12 12/31/01 Mon
*Immediately, a long talon, more grey than anything, cracks through the brittle shell and releases the dragonet long held captive within. As the small, weak hatchling stumbles forth, his color becomes plain as a would-be-pretty sky blue, but is more a neglected, pale grey. Eyes whirling a scared yellow, the tiny blue tosses his delicate muzzle, looking frantically for his lifemate. Spotting him, he manages a few shaky strides forward before falling into the sand, wings flapping helplessly. Panicking, he cries out to his chosen one. L'rop! I am Gattoth! Help me! At moment of Impression, like before, the little blue's painful hunger pangs become his lifemate's, and by himself, the weak dragonet cannot rise.*
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- *The largest egg yet crackles.* -- Uberth, 20:21:15 12/31/01 Mon
*A bugle from the Queen heralds this hatchling's arrival, and as he snaps and pops his shell, his lustrous hide is hardly grey. Obviously strong and a rather handsome dragonet, this bronze takes one look around to find the one he wants. Hunger cramps clenching his young belly, the hatchling head-butts Graster. My name is Uberth, G'ster. You Impress me and you better get me some food before I start gnawing on your arm instead. A touch of humour adds to the usual tone of love, devotion, and starvation.*
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- *Another egg begins moving rapidly, energetically.* -- Tyenth, 20:07:12 12/31/01 Mon
*Without much more ado and with the Queen's encouragement, a brown talon slices through the egg, digits flexing and wet claws scrabbling at the shell. A sandy brown, still the hide is tinged with the telltale grey of sickness and weakness that comes from being so long in the egg. It doesn't take much to shove himself out of the shell, and the average-sized brown shakes. Spotting Katen, he zooms in and rams the boy, knocking him down. My name is Tyenth, K'ten, you Impress me! I NEED FOOD! The shockingly loud mental bellow is belied by the fierce hunger pangs that the young brown feels, his hide seemingly more grey each moment.*
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- A timid young boy skitters across the Sands -- Graster & Lathrop, 20:03:17 12/31/01 Mon
Apprehensive, he sees the nest and the slivers of eggs, and groans his disbelief. They couldn't be hatching already, could they? Where was his brother, his older, stronger brother? This was a day to remember and Graster was late again? Well, I am too, to think about it. He tells himself reflectively, crouching on the sands. Maybe I should just watch for Graster in the stands, maybe I can't do it. He sighs and runs his hands through his crop of tawny hair. Yes, risks were better left to someone able to handle them.
"Lathrop! What're you doing going to the stands, little brother? It's Impression!" A hearty voice hails from a little to the boy's left. A smiling, tanned face with warm grey eyes enters the sands, the heavier build of the older boy enforcing the younger's slightness. "Come on, you're fourteen turns, now." He beckons to his younger sibling, a solid, nearly glowing presence on the sands.
"I'll wait here and watch you. I don't think I'd have luck." Lathrop answers with a weak smile, plunking down on the bleachers to enjoy the hatching. "I'll cheer for you, and when you Impress, maybe I'll stick by you."
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- *A smaller egg begins moving a bit more consistantly, it's occupant ready to emerge.* -- Serrath, 19:35:20 12/31/01 Mon
*Rocking back and forth, the egg simply falls over and crushes itself, revealing a wetly green dragonet. Creeling, her hide emerald though grey-shaded, her whirling eyes lock on Shendar immediately. Slowly and cautiously making her way to the young man, she nudges his hand, obviously weakened from her long stay in her egg. I am Serrath, S'dar. You Impress me. I'm so very hungry... The love is plain in her mental tone, and as Impression is made, the boy suddenly feels her agonizing hunger cramps.*
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- *Another egg begins rocking, this one larger than any that've been hatched so far.* -- Hinith, 19:06:23 12/31/01 Mon
*The Sands seem to be coming alive as previously silent eggs begin moving ever so slightly. At the sudden arrival of five male Candidates, this mottled shell seems to be determined to hatch, flaking and bulging erratically. After a moment, a snout is pushed through the shell, and as though on cue the entire egg crumples, leaving a very wobbly and small bronze standing shakily. He creels, eyes whirling a pale yellow, before his gaze picks out one of the five boys on the Sands. With a brassy bugle, he gallops awkwardly over to Johuin and head-butts the boy. J'huin! I am Hinith and you are my partner! Please, get me food. The last part is almost pitiful, as the grey tinging the hatchling's eyes and hide is an obvious sign of his long stay in the egg. Though small for his colour and greyed, however, the bronze seems healthy, and will be fine after some tender care and a lot of red meat.*
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- More Candidates make their way unto the Sands... -- Katen & Shendar, 17:55:44 12/31/01 Mon
Shendar walked in, happily excited by the mood of the Hatching, eyes sparking as he waited, and was sure, he would Impress here. "I dunno about you, Katen, but I want a green."
Katen looked in surprise at his twin. "Really? I always thought you'd fancy a bronze. Why?"
"Cause! Haven't you got any sense? There are few male greenriders, but tons of female blueriders! Plus, greens have more fun in flights," he added.
Though it hadn't been Shendar's idea to embarass his brother, Katen blushed at his brother's words. He, himself, didn't want a bronze, mainly because he didn't want all the responsibilities and jobs, and, well, people he would have to deal with.
Being more secluded and quiet, Katen had set his hopes on a brown, them being not as much in the spotlight. Though, of course, the dragon chose...but Shendar seemed convinced that a green would choose him.
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- The two new Canidates step onto the Sands. -- Kenar & Perin, 17:36:14 12/31/01 Mon
The young man looks around, taking in everything with his grey eyes. Reverently, he steps forward, approaching the clutch. Time seems to stop....
Even young Perin senses it, as the orange-haired boy comes to a complete stop, staring around in astonishment. "It's... not at all what I expected," the youth says quietly. In all his 16 Turns, Perin has never seen anything as amazing and wonderful as a clutch as dragon eggs.
"What did you expect?" Kenar retorts, coming to a stop. He slaps the lad on the back, sending him tumbling forward. Then he looks up again, brushing blond-brown hair from his eyes. "To tell the truth, I'm a little amazed too," he admits quietly.
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- *the Fort Weyrwomen appears onto the Honshu Sands* -- Litisha, 16:49:07 12/31/01 Mon
*The Fort Weyrwoman sits, watching the hatching. The only one she had ever witnessed was when she herself Impressed and she had been yearning to watch another. Smiling at the weyrpeople of Honshu she hopes that they will not mind her presence here because she was greatly looking forward to watching. Thinking that perhaps the presence of Jetuth would upset the queen of Honshu, Jetuth had stayed away, napping upon a sun-warmed rock. Litisha's gaze looks across the sands and saw that some of the eggs had already hatching yet many were left. Glad that she had not missed too much of the Hatching she grinned and her observations fell upon a lone Candidate. She thought he looked a bit nervous yet confident which mind her mind wander back to when she had Impressed Jetuth. Had she ever been nervous she wondered how she ever made it through without passing out and she felt both excited and pity for the young man standing there, waiting. And now it was she who was watching from above and yet it was still her who was waiting on the eggs to hatch but instead of a nervous excitement it was pure adrinaline that ran through her veins. Perhaps sometime soon her own Jetuth would fly and there would once again be a clutch on the sands of Fort...her mind began to wander...*
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- *saunters onto the sands* (male, 18) -- Johuin, 15:07:16 12/31/01 Mon
*Sweat beads form on Johuin's forehead as he bows respectfully to both the beautiful queen and the weyrwoman. The Sands seemed vaguely empty which brought sadness to him as his gaze fell onto the eggs that rested upon the sand. More Candidates were needed if these dragons were to have life and the thought of even one of the dragons not living brought a haze over his bright hazel eyes. He wondered how people could NOT want to become a dragonrider, it had been his dream his entire life. His friend Litisha had Impressed long ago and that had brought great hope into his heart for him to Impress one day. It had taken him many years to get up the courage to enter one of the holds of Pern and that had been Benden where he had seen a weathered notice of there being a Hatching here on the Sands. With hope he had left the hold and come to Honshu in great spirits. Now his heart felt drawn to the eggs that lay in beauty upon the scorching sands. Would one soon begin to rock? Would one crawl out of the confines of it's egg and choose him to be it's lifemate? The bright light once again swam back over his eyes as he watched the silent eggs intently.*
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- *A small egg begins to rock feebly.* -- Yoruth, 14:28:38 12/31/01 Mon
*Slowly, cracks spread, and a talon pushes through, the color more grey than the tell-tale blue. After struggling, another talon breaks the shell, then the small snout. With a weak creel, the starving, sickly blue collapses into the warm sand, grains sticking to his moist hide. With an exhausted burbling sound, the blue flops his tail, unable to rise on his own. Will anyone help the little hatchling rise?*
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- *The tenth egg begins to crack, it is the size of the previous blues....* -- Honrath, 14:05:15 12/31/01 Mon
*A sharp brown nose pokes through the shell, it is slightly grayed but continues out revealing a long head of a chocolate brown dragonet. Tail pokes out from behind and from there the egg appears to shatter. The Brown peers around, eyes swirling with the confusion of yellow. Then he see's the boy. Though slightly overweight he doesn't notice his stature as he races toward him, butting him fiercely with love.. and hunger.* You Impress me Maylent... I am Honrath. Please feed me.
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- Bitran -- Leirla, 13:55:42 12/31/01 Mon
The slender young woman approaches the Sands with an excited smile. Her hands are clasped firmly in front of her, and her eyes roaming the warm, dry hall. The eggs seem deserted to the eighteen year old-for in fact, they are. She licks her lips nervously, curtsying to the weyrleaders and their dragons. As soon as the correct acknoledgements are paid, she turns again to the eggs, dark eyes wide with anticipation. The two green fireliazards uncoiled from around her shoulders and neck as she made shooing motions. She grinned as she noticed the impressions coming from her green Allia. >--Leirla. Eggs hatching. Love! Devotion!--< "I hope so my little dear, I hope so." She whispers to herself, drawing a breath, unsure of how long she would need to wait.
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- The slightly overweight boy rushes onto the Sands, panting, and face flushed with eagerness. -- Maylent, 13:52:36 12/31/01 Mon
Black hair semi-combed and blue eyes bright, Maylent skids to a stop near a newly Impressed pair of girl and blue. Waving his congratulations, the boy of 16 Turns looks at the eggs in awe, jaw hanging before he remembers manners and bows to the Queen, Weyrwoman, and every other ranking rider nearby. Twisting his hands together, the youth suddenly feels a wave of nervousness wash over him. What if a hatchling didn't find him... good enough? Eyes wide, he stares at a nearby egg. But... but... he had to Impress! These dragonets were going to die if he didn't save one!
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- *The sands begin to warm once more as eggs start to hatch at an alarming rate... The Gold bugles the most cheerful note ever uttered...* -- Wrath, 13:38:26 12/31/01 Mon
*A slightly larger egg then most of those that have been hatched begins to crack. A forceful blue head shoves through the shell and peers around, blinking shards of eggs from it's eyes as it creels loudly. Shoving both blue forelegs out at the same time and scrambling out of the egg quickly its eyes swirl a sharp blue. It's hide is slightly dulled, but amazingly healthy for the length of time it was within the egg, and the greyness is hard to see... seeing as the blue is such a deep navy color. The Queen bugles again. The Blue hatchling was huge! Oversized... and extremely close to the size of most brown hatchlings. Peering up at it's mother the Blue shakes once, removing the rest of the annoying egg bits off. It twists its head around, and its eyes fix upon the one who was once a harper. Though hungry and somewhat exausted it gallops towards Samma... Butting into her with a surprising strength. You impress me Samma. I am Wrath. Food would be appreciated.
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- In a rush of green pinions, Palirth lands. -- Samma, 13:15:03 12/31/01 Mon
A well-built woman with flowing black hair shoves a younger girl off, who scowls at her sister. "I'm going! I know I'm not too late, Eve," she mutters, before the dragon gives the rather nervous Candidate a rough push towards the Sands. Move it, Samma, she instructs her rider's sister. ^Get going, sis! You know you want to Impress. 'Specially after they kicked you outta HarperHall,^ Eve laughs, slapping Palirth's neck lightly as the pair take off again. Watching her older sister, Samma swallows and enters the Sands...
A tall girl of 17 Turns, Samma has dark brown hair, short-cropped, and dark brown eyes, as well as a golden tan from working with her brother and his canines, and with her sister and her green. Chewing on her lip, she stays in the shadows for a moment, before remembering what Eve had told her about this clutch. If there aren't enough Candidates, the eggs won't hatch and the dragonets'll die. Settling her face into a determined expression, she marches onto the Sands. The least she can do is try to Impress!
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- *To the amazement of many, another egg begins to crack, though previously presumed dead.* -- Jesanth, 13:11:02 12/31/01 Mon
*The green claw shoves through, and is soon followed by a grey-green head. The hole in the shell is soon widened by another claw and body as the smallish green hatchling pulls herself free of the confinement. She stumbles a tad, eyes dulled with exaustion, but light returns to grey features when she sees Arashi. She makes her way over to her at a slow walk, and nudges her softly. I am Jesanth, Arashi. You impress me. Lets go get food now.
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- She enters quietly -- Arashi Kusanagi, 12:59:59 12/31/01 Mon
She enters quietly, and softly. Taking a look at the sands, she sighs. She came because she had nothing left to lose, she had no great desire to impress. Not a great one anyway. A tuft of red hair drifts over her face, she bats it away. At 16 turns, she might be to old to impress, but it never hurt to try. The harsh look in her eyes faded as she saw a new rider and dragonet unite, but only for a moment. She rolled her head, loosening her neck. It might be a long wait.
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- *Yet another of the smallish eggs begins to crack* -- Quiyath, 00:23:27 12/31/01 Mon
*Weak green claws shove through the shell, followed by a head and body. The little green was starved, but not in such bad condition as her sisters. Youngest of the clutch she hadn't had to suffer quite as long. Stumbling about, her eyes swirl a pale yellow of worry, then her head turns and the eyes change to a faded blue. She breaks into a slow canter towards Henrya, butting her with her head impatiently, and begging for the necessary food. You impress me Henrya, I am Quiyath. Can we go eat soon?
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- *Another of the small eggs begins to crack* -- Shaykath, 22:54:28 12/29/01 Sat
*From this pushes forward another green, it's hide is a dull green gray, but will probably shine again once fed and cared for. Eyes swirling an un healthy gray-blue the green lurches forward towards Miyaz... and nudges the girl gently. I am Shaykath, you impress me.
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- A girl about fourteen enters, she looks around for any ones of the clutch. -- Miyaz, 09:55:42 12/29/01 Sat
She hopes to find one that could keep her busy, and help her when as she grows. She brushes back her thick wavey brown hair and sits on the ground to wait. Her wirey frame is silouetted by the setting sun.
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- ~/\~ -- Henrya*green flit Majorth, 08:14:05 12/29/01 Sat
Henrya ran in, panting, and hoping she wasn't too late to Impress. She'd wanted to be a dragonrider ever since she impressed her green fire lizard, Majorth, for it'd been the first thing she'd ever loved that'd loved her back. Henray knew her father would never let her go freely to Impress, but then, she always got what she wanted, and she wanted to try and Impress a dragon.
Of course, her heart was set on a green dragon, like her lovely Majorth. Majorth was perfect, so if she Impressed a green dragon...why, it'd have to be even more perfect and wonderful..."Majorth..." she said, crooning softly to her green flit. "I hope it's a green, just like you..."
((OOC~slight request, please can you not name my green (if I get a green, or get one at all...) dragon after Henrya's flit. Thankees.))
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- *The Weyrwoman cringes at the sight of the sickly green, it was so pale, almost a grey green at that... She prayed the new Impressee would be able to take care of it...* -- Hesvitta and Gold Sylventh, 07:01:06 12/29/01 Sat
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- *One of the many eggs stirrs slightly* -- Joyanth, 06:58:03 12/29/01 Sat
*It is a somewhat small egg, almost shriveled looking, not shining but simply looking a dull faded white that well represens the health of the starved hatchling inside. A crack forms and slowly a weak green claws shoves through. Then it goes back inside, as though gathering strength. Then two claws push out, in front, which is followed by a delicate head... eyes swirling a sickly grey. It pulls itself out, then collapses, panting from hunger and pain. It's head lifts slowly, turning one way, then the other, looking for brothers and sisters that have already started to grow or haven't hatch and may never see the light at thsi point. The strong push of determination gets the gree hatchling to her feet again, and sends her walking slowly, though this is the fastest she can go towards Tara Lynn. Butting her head meekly against the girl she says in a soft, hungry voice...* You impress me Tara Lynn, I am Joyanth. Please, please, please help me to get some food.
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- *The Queen lets out a joyous, though soft bugle so not to wake the sleeping Candidate* -- Hesvitta and Gold Sylventh, 06:38:59 12/29/01 Sat
*Hesvitta smiles through her tears, she just hoped that some of the dragonets were still alive to hatch from their eggs for this young girl. It had been so long and the sands were so cold...*
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- *Puts on a white robe and stares with awe at the eggs* -- Tara Lynn, 09:31:02 12/26/01 Wed
The white robe makes her look different, angelic maybe. Her hair is a little bit frazzled and clothes underneath the robe rumpled but her eyes are sparkling brightly. She has the body of a teenager but her eyes tell she has seen much sadness in her life. It's those eyes that make people suprised when she tells them she's only 14, the eyes that are now darting back and forth from egg to egg. The people that have impressed really are lucky she thinks to herself. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she kneels down carefully and just quietly stares at the eggs. She wasn't always this quiet it's just she hasn't had many people to talk to. Greatly tired, she curls up in a tiny ball on the soft sand and dreams of dragons.
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- *The Gold cries sadly out, it had been over three seven-days now and only five eggs had hatched... Where were the Candidates???* -- Hesvitta and Sylventh, 15:06:57 12/20/01 Thu
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- the hatching sands -- Slyth, 15:19:07 12/18/01 Tue
A tall boy of 17 turns strides out onto the sands. White robes swirl around his fit form. He slows to a halt and stares around at the crowd, the the clutch, and the canidates...
Hmm...not very many people here...yet.
He slowly inspected everyone, comparing his chances to those of the other hopeful kids, with his dark eyes dancing...
As he looked out onto the crowd he saw a young boy hugging his father and Slyth's coal black eyes misted over slowly drifting into memories...
"Father..." the young Slyth asked.
"Yes.." a kind looking man turned to his son.
"What am I to be when I grow up... I don't want to be a merchant."
"Now,you don't knoww that for sure right now," the father said, "You are too young to understand the beauty of being a merchant!"
"But I KNOW what I wantto be..." the boy persited, "I..," Slyth faltered for he saw that his fathers kind face had turned harsh, "I wnat to be a dragon rider!"
Slyth finish his sentence with his coal black eyes burning into his fathers.
He had been whipped for being so 'insolent' as his father had said. That day onhe never forgot his dream even though he kept it to himself, but he sworeonce he was old enough he would leave and go to fufill it... HE WAS GOING TO IMPRESS A DRAGON!!
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- the hatching sands -- Slyth, 15:19:06 12/18/01 Tue
A tall boy of 17 turns strides out onto the sands. White robes swirl around his fit form. He slows to a halt and stares around at the crowd, the the clutch, and the canidates...
Hmm...not very many people here...yet.
He slowly inspected everyone, comparing his chances to those of the other hopeful kids, with his dark eyes dancing...
As he looked out onto the crowd he saw a young boy hugging his father and Slyth's coal black eyes misted over slowly drifting into memories...
"Father..." the young Slyth asked.
"Yes.." a kind looking man turned to his son.
"What am I to be when I grow up... I don't want to be a merchant."
"Now,you don't knoww that for sure right now," the father said, "You are too young to understand the beauty of being a merchant!"
"But I KNOW what I wantto be..." the boy persited, "I..," Slyth faltered for he saw that his fathers kind face had turned harsh, "I wnat to be a dragon rider!"
Slyth finish his sentence with his coal black eyes burning into his fathers.
He had been whipped for being so 'insolent' as his father had said. That day onhe never forgot his dream even though he kept it to himself, but he sworeonce he was old enough he would leave and go to fufill it... HE WAS GOING TO IMPRESS A DRAGON!!
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- the hatching sands -- Slyth, 15:19:05 12/18/01 Tue
A tall boy of 17 turns strides out onto the sands. White robes swirl around his fit form. He slows to a halt and stares around at the crowd, the the clutch, and the canidates...
Hmm...not very many people here...yet.
He slowly inspected everyone, comparing his chances to those of the other hopeful kids, with his dark eyes dancing...
As he looked out onto the crowd he saw a young boy hugging his father and Slyth's coal black eyes misted over slowly drifting into memories...
"Father..." the young Slyth asked.
"Yes.." a kind looking man turned to his son.
"What am I to be when I grow up... I don't want to be a merchant."
"Now,you don't knoww that for sure right now," the father said, "You are too young to understand the beauty of being a merchant!"
"But I KNOW what I wantto be..." the boy persited, "I..," Slyth faltered for he saw that his fathers kind face had turned harsh, "I wnat to be a dragon rider!"
Slyth finish his sentence with his coal black eyes burning into his fathers.
He had been whipped for being so 'insolent' as his father had said. That day onhe never forgot his dream even though he kept it to himself, but he sworeonce he was old enough he would leave and go to fufill it... HE WAS GOING TO IMPRESS A DRAGON!!
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- the hatching sands -- Slyth, 15:18:53 12/18/01 Tue
A tall boy of 17 turns strides out onto the sands. White robes swirl around his fit form. He slows to a halt and stares around at the crowd, the the clutch, and the canidates...
Hmm...not very many people here...yet.
He slowly inspected everyone, comparing his chances to those of the other hopeful kids, with his dark eyes dancing...
As he looked out onto the crowd he saw a young boy hugging his father and Slyth's coal black eyes misted over slowly drifting into memories...
"Father..." the young Slyth asked.
"Yes.." a kind looking man turned to his son.
"What am I to be when I grow up... I don't want to be a merchant."
"Now,you don't knoww that for sure right now," the father said, "You are too young to understand the beauty of being a merchant!"
"But I KNOW what I wantto be..." the boy persited, "I..," Slyth faltered for he saw that his fathers kind face had turned harsh, "I wnat to be a dragon rider!"
Slyth finish his sentence with his coal black eyes burning into his fathers.
He had been whipped for being so 'insolent' as his father had said. That day onhe never forgot his dream even though he kept it to himself, but he sworeonce he was old enough he would leave and go to fufill it... HE WAS GOING TO IMPRESS A DRAGON!!
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- Hatching -- Youeffoh, 16:53:46 12/04/01 Tue
"I heard at the Dolphineer Hall that there was a clutch here am I too late to be a canidate?"
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- *The huge form of Sylventh stirs as the large golden egg slowly begins to rock back and forth* -- Veliruth, 18:38:33 10/21/01 Sun
*A hush comes over the crowd, as it rocks faster and faster... fianally falling over. Murmuring starts up again as the egg no longer moves. Then once again, the sound of silence is all that is heard as a small golden claw pushes it's way through the egg. Another claw emerges, then another, then another. Next comes a long winding tail of gold. Fianally the head, long, beautiful, and surprisingly intelligent looking. The hatchling queen merely appears to gracefully shake the rest of the egg off and then stands in the middle of the sands... damp, young, and beautiful. Eyes swirling a peaceful blue her small head turns left, then right... observing her surroundings. She chirps slightly before walking forward, slowly and deliberately... directly to Lian.
Reaching the girl she nudges her cautiously and then speaks. Her voice is somewhat similar to Lian's but slightly different... but seems so familiar to the new Queen rider. I am Veliruth. You impress me Lian.
The area around the sands erupts in wild applause.*
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- %Riyana walked onto the Sands, watching as the first egg was Impressed% -- Riyana, 04:26:15 10/19/01 Fri
%Late again, what am I gonna do? She walked across the Sands, the thin soles of her sandals doing absolutely nothing to ward off the heat. She pressed on stubbornly, pulling on the white Impression robe and securing it before she looked around, watching the Candidates as they stood waiting. The scene was all to familiar to her, watching as Rinali Impressed the Queen egg. The femme deserved to Impress a gold, it seemed to fit her very well. Riyana had left for Eastern, but had doubled back, hearing that Honshu's clutch was farther along, and would hatch soon. She watched the candidates move about uneasily, one inparticular. Watching the femme, the realization came to her. She's blind.... She grinned before turning. What character, her disability can't stop her from trying. The grin played across her face once more. She always had that foolish sort of look about her, being slightly short for her age, lanky and agile with a strange expression always written in the grin upon her face. The green eyes seemed inteligent when she smiled, like she was hiding a secret that you'd never figure out, while she grinned. The grin was lopsided, her lips quirking up more on one side that the other, and her teeth had grown in oddly. The front top teeth were fine, but her canines were too long and her bottom teeth were crooked. Vanity was a term she didn't know, and her looks never bothered her in the slightest bit. She walked closer to eggs, reaching out to stroke one as she walked amidst them, the grin fading slightly as she thought of her parents. Wonder what they're doing now... She smiled, thinking of how her little brothers cheered when she said she was leaving, and they would have to ride in front of the caravan with their father instead of walking. They were twins, and though saddened by her departure, they would find a way to cope with it. The priveleges of being eldest were bestowed upon them, and they had been overjoyed.%
"So...where are you gonna go?"
"To Xanadu, to Impress a dragon."
"And if you don't..."
"I will."
"So we get to ride the horses now with father?"
^Riyana grinned at the boy, younger than his brother by two minutes at most..^
"Yeah, that's right."
^The two looked at eachother, grins lighting up their tanned faces as they ran back to the caravan, hysterical with glee. Riyana grinned and walked over to the green who had Searched her, swinging up as the dragon launched itself into the sky and Between^
%She smiled, knowing her brothers were probably riding with their father, oblivious to the tension that hung in the Sands where she stood. So many nervous people, so doubtful about whether they'd Impress or not. She had no qualms, no doubts about her Impression. If I doubt myself, then I'll back down about wanting to be here, and none of my goals will ever be met. She turned her attention on the others who were still there, watching the eggs in earnest, straining with them. An eyebrow quirked higher than it's partner as she watched the anxious movements of the others as their firelizards sat in the area, trilling and humming a higher note than the dragon's hums. Many of the eggs had begun to shake, and shards of the past Impressed still lay on the ground in shards, shining in the heat of the day. Stand and wait, stand and wait, the hardest part of an impression most likely. Can't rush these dragons though.. Riyana sighed, boredom setting in. She turned toward the other Candidates, the green orbs hazy in though. Might as well make some friends, seeing that I'll be staying with them for quite awhiled after this. She grinned again and set off toward the pair that stood watching the eggs, waching for another to break it's shell...%
((Eastern's Queen was put on the Lost Soul's board, so I dunno about that clutch, so I came here))
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- *One of the smallest eggs on the sands begins to crack* -- Pekaleth, 18:27:11 10/21/01 Sun
*An extremely long graceful tail shoots out from one end of the egg. A head erupts from the other. The rest of the egg seems to simply explode, leaving a tiny green dragonet standing. She is a beautiful shade of forest green and with surprising speed for one her age and size, she runs to Talia, headbutting her gently she speaks. Her voice is loving and gently within Talia's mind* Hello Talia. My name is Pekaleth. You Impress me.
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- *The third shell begins to crack* -- Pojath, 18:23:54 10/21/01 Sun
*A large green head emerges from the egg, followed by front legs and soon the whole body of a green dragonet. It steadies itself and looks around, eyes swirling yellow with fear... then they change color to a light blue and the green races towards Riyana* You impress me Riyana. I'm Pojath. I'm hungry. Let's go get food.
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- *Another egg begins to crack* -- Debrath, 17:40:43 10/15/01 Mon
*An emerald tail pushes out, then a body of viridian bursts from the captivity of it's shell. The green hatchling runs straight to Alida and gently nudges her* You impress me Alida. Can we go get food now?
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- *steps onto the sands.* -- Talia, 06:45:02 10/20/01 Sat
*She is surprised at the heat, but nothing shows through her proud, confident look. She looks around at the hatchlings already Impressed, and realizes she is late.
Not good. There should have been no excuse for that. I must really watch that. Being late is just as bad as missing the whole thing. It's irresponsible and I will not be irrisponsible. (She's thinking to herself, by the way.)
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- *The first egg begins to crack* -- Opimalth, 17:37:46 10/15/01 Mon
*A small green head pushes it's way out of the egg, and soon a green dragonet has hatched. It looks around curiously and first heads towards Lian, but veers off towards Jyssa at the last second. You impress me Jyssa!*
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- *After a refreshing walk she returns to the sands where Sylventh protectively guards her eggs* -- Hesvitta, 16:58:44 10/11/01 Thu
*The Weyrlady steps upon the sands then jumps back off... They were extremely warm! She bites her lip and steps onto the sands... tenderly making her way across she touches an egg... and finds it hard. She gasps, and looks desperately around for Candidates, ANY candidates! How did the time get away from her? She grimaces and looks at Sylventh, but the queen simply begins...
to hum.*
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- Tiny gold firelizard appears from Between. -- Alida, 12:57:03 10/12/01 Fri
She lands and waits for someone to take the note from her leg, then goes back Between.
Hi. My name's Kari and I'm replying to your call for Candidates. I'd like to try if it's alright, and I'm from Ruatha.
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- -Re-enters- -- Allindar, Mejin, Amnis Ymbir, 12:07:01 10/03/01 Wed
-He holds the tiny blue cradled in his arms as he lays a note in the sand. A green flit blinks in, confirming his thoughts with a few, quick cheeps. He nods and leaves Honshu. For good. The letter:-
Weyrleaders, I regret to inform you that I am moving myself to a different Weyr. I desided that I must leave because there is no one around to talk to and I can't let myself turn to stone. I hope you will understand. ~Allindar
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- -Entrance- -- Allindar, 16:52:29 09/25/01 Tue
-His footfalls echo hallowly in his ears as he slowly makes his way into the Sands. He blithely ignores the sudden wave of heat, hardly noticing it. He straightens his posture as he continues. Eyes gleaming, the 18 turn - old would-be Heir marched stolidly up to the Queen, bowing low in mannor of a Lord's son.- "Greetings, Weyrwoman and Queen, it is a pleasure to be here," -His hair, bleached by hours in the sun, falls back into place as he stands once more, backing off somewhat. What if he hadn't made the right choice? What if he really should have stayed in the Hold? He shook his head to himself resolutely. No, he was fine. That is, he'd be fine after he Impressed. He felt himself drifting into a past though, and yanked himsself out of it. If anything, he didn't want to think about his father...-
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- ~ slow and carefully ~ -- Jyssa - blue Magi, 13:00:04 09/04/01 Tue
She slowly took a step into the Hatching Grounds. She didn't bother to look around, she just took more small, careful steps onto the hot Sands. She reached one hand up to stroke the blue fire lizard that was perched on her shoulder. He let out a soft chirp, barely audible, and Jyssa stopped. She side stepped, and then continued on her way, having gone past the first dragon egg. Carefully, slowly, she made it to the Queen Egg. She reached one hand out, and her fingers brushed it's surface lightly. She looked up at where she knew the Gold Dragon was, standing protectively over the eggs, and she smiled politely, bowing to first the Dragon and then to the WeyrWoman. "I am Jyssa - a Canidate for your fine clutch, Gold Sylenth." She said clearly, while the flit wrapped it's tail protectively about her neck, standing up on her shoulder, clutching her ear lightly with his small talon. "This is Magi, my flit." Jyssa said, and Magi let out another soft chirp. Jyssa's gaze went down, and now by looking at her you could tell something was wrong. Her blue-violet eyes were unseeing. Jyssa was blind. Magi looked around, hissing lightly at anyone staring. "Magi!" Jyssa scolded softly, and Magi ducked his head, stopping the noise.
~flash! There was no way out. All the walls, most of the floor, the ceiling - everything was on fire. All around her she could see figures, writhing on the ground, people screaming, flits screaming... Then a loud crash, more yells. One of the walls had caved in, trapping more people. This one one gather that would be remembered! Why had the Lord Holder built with wood right before the new pass was schulded to begin? That wasn't very smart! All that ran through Jyssa's head as she scrambled around, trying to escape the flames. She did not want to die! She would not! Suddenly, ssearing pain. She looked down - her skirts had caught fire! She screamed, dropping to the ground, rolling around... Finally she got it mostly out, and she continued trying to get out. Smoke was filling the room. Then, in front of her, another wall collapsed, sending up white sparks. There was pain in her eyes and suddenly she couldn't see anymore. A flit, or at least she thought that was what it was, appeared, and it tugged on her untill she was free from the building. She was the only survivor. She never recovered her sight.
Gasping, Jyssa realized that she was on her knees in the Hatching Sands on Honshu. She slowly got to her feet, hearing Magi hissing at those staring at her, but this time she didn't stop him. She felt a single tear make it's way down her cheek. She got to her feet, and her sightless eyes roved around the Sands. She sniffed deeply, and brushed her fingers on the Queen Egg. Oh, how she wished she could Impress. Please... some egg hatch and be Impressed by me! was the thought that ran through her head, over and over and over...
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- The girl strode into the Sands, her curls bouncing along behind her. -- Lian, 14:18:50 09/01/01 Sat
Usually, she kept her golden brown locks pinned up in an unkempt bun at the peak of her head, but today was different. Today she was not merely a farmer's daughter, but also a Candidate. A small grin twitched at her thin lips at that thought. She scanned the sands with a practiced eye, sighing wistfully as she spied the mass of eggs baking in the sun. Today was her destiny.
Or perhaps not today. As she cast her glance about, she noticed that she was the only one there. She sighed softly, tiptoeing cautiously up to the eggs. She didn't want to be caught doing this, but she needed to know. With a trembling, hesitant finger, she barely brushed the shell of one egg. Still soft. She nodded wisely and headed for the exit to the Sands. After all, there was still work to be done. No use angering Papa for nothing. But she would return. . .
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- (_- ( ) -- Hesvitta and the Blue, 14:06:43 08/21/01 Tue
*She looks around for a moment then calls to Royal, her eldest Blue flit. He appears from between and chirrups happily as he lands on her shoulder. Hesvitta gently attaches a note to his leg and says. "Go to D'kin." Royal nods and leaps from her shoulder, then dissapears once more.*
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- *After much effort by the Gold... a clutch of 32 is laid upon the sands* -- Hesvitta and Sylenth, 19:14:16 08/19/01 Sun
*Sylenth lowers a large golden head to carefully inspect each of her thirty-two eggs, one Golden egg included... After each egg has been confirmed as healthy by the large Queen, she lifts her head and bugles to her life-mate. Hesvitta comes running but is stopped, awestruck by the splendorous sight infront of her.* "Oh Sylenth! They're wonderful!" *Sylenth nods* Of course. It is my clutch, and I was flown by the fastest Bronze on Pern. *Hesvitta laughs* "Of course Syli..."
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