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Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Jan 22, 2011 20:51:58 GMT -5
Shem was delighted that Ravis had heard her voice, and responded to it. They were friends, of course (she refused not to be friends with anybody), but there was always that stupid niggling fear in the back of her mind that said people would stop liking her. In this case, though, her fears were unfounded. Still, she took a moment to respond, holding her fingertips lightly over the surface of an egg. "Indescribably beautiful," she whispered back, and then paused. What colour did she want? "I'd... well... I'd kind of like a... a red. They're so lovely. But I like all of the colours... I'll be happy with anything I get. How about you, Ravis?"
Savouring the anticipation of touching the egg beneath her fingertips, the candidate let her hands settle gently - so gently - on the shell, and closed her eyes for a moment. It was warm, of course, heated by the sands beneath it, but the egg was more than that, too. It made a thrill of heat run through her, the kind of heat that implied things she never really thought about. The Heart's Facet Egg was lovely - so lovely - and it made her feel so very warm! But she removed her hands anyway, moving on to the next egg, and then the next after that.
She paused at the Tear of Night egg, one hand idly caressing the almost jewel-like surface of it. The motion stopped, though, within a few seconds, and Shem stared, without really seeing, at the deep indigo surface of the egg. There was something intriguing in this one, she thought - not a big dragon, from the size of the shell, but it felt... well, reflective, almost. As if it were constantly thinking, and coming to new, fascinating conclusions. Whomever Impressed this one would be lucky, very lucky. Anyone who got a dragonet would be lucky.
On the candidate went, quietly browsing through all of the eggs. She stayed a respectful distance from the mothers, though, keeping her eyes down but smiling pleasantly whenever she passed near one. After browsing for an amount of time she really couldn't measure, Shemmoral made her way back to Ravis, and touched his arm lightly before looking down at the egg he was touching. "Ravis," she whispered softly, "should I ask to touch Chandrath's silver egg?" She really didn't know. What if the gold didn't think she was worthy enough to touch the egg? And what if she said something stupid? She knew she was prone to that, despite having a brain in her head - fanciful daydreams tended to make one look a bit moronic. Usually she didn't resort to asking other people what they thought she should do, but Preske, lying docilely around her neck, wasn't much help at the moment. Besides, this was a special situation! That egg probably held a queen, right? So it was only right to see if Ravis thought it was a good idea to ask to touch it!
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Post by sorra on Jan 23, 2011 16:08:56 GMT -5
Ravis smiled. "I would really like a black," he said. "But I honestly don't care what color." He would just be happy to get a dragon. He still wasn't sure if he would, but he wasn't going to let that pessimism get in the way today. He quietly walked among the eggs while Shem moved in another direction. He couldn't believe how many eggs there were. Surely one of them would hold his partner. Trig sat contentedly on his Pet's shoulder.
The teen looked up when Shem returned. He nodded with a smile. "You should," he said softly. "You never know. That egg could hold your life mate." He didn't see why Shem couldn't be bonded to a gold after all. Or a silver.
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Post by Jammi on Jan 24, 2011 22:46:12 GMT -5
Tara had indeed been running a bit behind as usual. Seriously if this kept up she wasn't going to be able to Stand for this double clutch. If that happened the girl was liable to head back home in shame... Not that she wished to do so, but what else was there? So when Mordecai had shouted for her, Tara knew she better rush to the lesson before she had a chance to forget again. So after pulling on mismatched boots, Tara dashed down the halls slightly behind the rest of her class. Instead of pausing to read the pinned note, she simply followed the crowd trusting in her peers to get here there on time. Well maybe not exactly on time, but more so than her latest attempts at class time.
So Tara appeared just a handful of steps behind the rest of the crowd, panting and wishing she had made more time for exercises. All those thoughts of remorse stopped cold at the site of the eggs. Sure she had stolen a few peeks over the past few weeks, but to see all of them so close together. Well it was awe inspiring. For a handful of heartbeats -though it felt like candle-marks- Tara simply stood near the entrance to the hot sands. There was too many for her to try and touch them all. Too many for her to even dream of seeing Impressing, let alone which one might be hers. With a feeling of almost inadequacy, Tara slowly made her way to the closest cluster of eggs. She really didn't pay attention to which of the hardening eggs her fingers brushed, instead her attention was pulled inward. Her mind was centered on why she was here, and the amazing things that could happen in just a few weeks time. Maybe by Turn's End she'd be a rider. Or maybe she'd be sent home in shame. So many possibilities rattled around in Tara's mind like a pen of crazed wherries.
Small glimpses of reds, blues, greens and greys flashed into her mind's eye as she wandered around the eggs. Oh she knew there were other's around, she could hear the shuffled footsteps, the muffled voices, but with her mind tuned to it's inner fears and dreams, nothing seemed to penetrate the fog. It wasn't until she came back to the doorway she had entered the eggs' presence from that she realized how many of the beautiful eggs she had touched. Moving over to stand off to the side, Tara noticed she was alone again. A soft smile came to her face as she realized she was fine with that idea. While her fears and dreams were firmly with her, there was a sense of hope shining from her as well. This double clutch held something precious, but Tara hoped it held something for her as well.
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Post by Kendrall on Jan 26, 2011 13:21:09 GMT -5
He could hear the other Candidates' whispers and hushed tones, the occasional asked question directed to either dragon, but Mordecai was completely entranced by the Egg he was kneeling next to. His fingertips were lightly touching the surface, the heat of the Sands now working his way up from his knees and spreading into his stomach and chest, yet because of where he was focused, the Harper didn't really break free from his trance-like state until what seemed to be an eternity. In reality, it was only a matter of minutes; Mordecai quickly blinked his eyes a few times in rapid succession before rising to his feet. He bowed at Chrysoberyth and thanked her, then nodded at her Rider before turning on his heel and making his way back to the other Candidates. That was when he caught sight of Tara, off to one side by herself, smiling softly to herself. Mordecai wasn't sure what to make of it, but he genuinely felt concern for his friend and fellow Candidate.
Quietly, he walked over and stood near Tara. "Are you alright?" he asked softly. "You seem as if, well..." his voice trailed off, and Mordecai realized he was blushing. "Would you like some company?"
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Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Jan 29, 2011 14:24:22 GMT -5
Shemmoral smiled as well, matching Ravis' own expression as he explained that he'd like a black. "Blacks are cool," she agreed softly, though she knew that as a girl she couldn't have one. Still, she would be happy with whatever she Impressed - and so would the boy, apparently. "Me neither," she agreed with a cheery grin.
Then she was off, wandering among the other eggs until she had touched them all. She could easily have wandered around for hours, lost in the different feelings each egg gave her, but soon enough the candidate wove her way back to Ravis. She was almost like a canine - always coming back to the person she liked most even when she'd been off wandering. Though she had of course seen everyone else in lessons, she hadn't made friends with them. Despite being friendly, Shemmoral wasn't very good in crowds - even fairly small crowds like the group of candidates. But she had Ravis, and that was good enough for her, for the moment.
Should she ask to touch the silver egg? The question niggled at her, and finally the candidate just asked her friend, green eyes somewhat wide with nerves. Still, hearing his answer reassured her a little, and she reached out to touch his shoulder lightly, a small smile on her face. "Okay," she murmured nervously, "here goes."
Off she went, approaching the massive gold with more than a little trepidation. She stopped at a respectful distance, however, and bowed low to Chandrath, wishing to give her the highest measure of respect possible. Usually, she'd heard, bowing was reserved for Hatchings. She didn't care; it was a respectful gesture, and only when she'd straightened did Shem lift her gaze shyly to the dragon's face. "Gold Chandrath," she said quietly but clearly, "may I touch the silver egg you protect? I don't wish to bother you," the candidate added, and then stood still, eyes wide and face somewhat pale. Hopefully she'd be allowed to touch the egg - and hopefully if she weren't, she would at least be turned away verbally and not physically. Chandrath seemed civilized, though, as golds were wont to be. She wouldn't get angry over a simple request, asked with utmost respect... right?
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Post by Jammi on Jan 29, 2011 14:49:27 GMT -5
Startled from her thoughts, Tara blinked and flushed guiltily. She had all but forgotten Mordecai was here as well. She tried to force the almost drugged state to the back of her mind to be taken out later when she was alone. The sensations emanating from the eggs was something the tomboy had never felt before. Before today it had seemed like she had been living in a bubble, one of her own making only seeing what she needed to in order to do her craft. But those wonderful eggs... They had woken something in the girl she thought was long dead. Hope. The dream of any young child on Pern of becoming a Dragon Rider. Sure she had adjusted to being a candidate, but she hadn't given it her all. Before her fingers touched those wonderful eggs, the old dream had taken a back seat to her chosen craft. Shaking her short hair Tara realized she was becoming lost in her thoughts again. Mordecai was still waiting on her to speak.
"I don't mind, Mordecai. So what do you think about the eggs? Is yours out there somewhere?" She asked in an airy tone, still lost in the egg's spell. It would take a while before Tara could forget this day.
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Post by Kendrall on Jan 30, 2011 12:19:48 GMT -5
Mordecai blushed when Tara said she wouldn't mind his company, and he took a moment to regain his composure. But she seemed a bit distracted, and the Harper wasn't sure what to make of it. Perhaps the truth would be made known at some point. "I think the Eggs are beautiful," he said wistfully. "I'm pretty sure mine is out there, there was at least one in Chrysoberyth's clutch that seemed to, I don't know, pull me into some sort of a trance." He shook his head, still trying to clear his own mind. "But there are at least three that held my attention." He pointed to the one that had the appearance of a dark knife, another that looked as if it was forged in fire, and a third that looked vastly similar to a heart engulfed in flames, then looked back at Tara.
"Which ones did you seem to be drawn to, Tara?"
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