Mix Well [Dessert Clutch Touching/ OPEN]

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

TawnyAngel

Somewhere that wasn't here? They'd rather that. They weren't completely sold on this snow idea, but if they didn't like it they could always just go somewhere else. They could roam wherever they wanted. That was what dragons did. Red Velvet continued to lounge around, ideally examining the images and information that Lorux provided to them.  

[TawnyAngel]

The_Muffin_Puppy

Red Velvet >> Battenburg

Dragons usually stick together far as I know, all live together anyway, but I bet you could travel a lot, Lorux replied with a grin, travelling was definitely something he wanted to do once his dragon found him. There's a whole big continent out there, I bet you'll find plenty to like. I should be going now though, there's other people going to want to meet you!

Who to visit next though? After a few moments Lorux decided on the sharp geomat... geome...?

The pink and white Battenburg Egg with the sharp square markings that had a fancy sort of name he couldn't remember. Evening, I'm Lorux! he greeted cheerfully. How're you getting on then?  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

TawnyAngel

There was a moment of silence, a feeling of apprehensive excitement that maybe didn't belong to Lorux, and then- Presto! Battenberg sprung to life. A vibrant presence danced into the candidates awareness. Unlike the previous two eggs, Battenburg didn't seem to think opinions and feelings, so much as they thought colours and motion. Bright, glittering, flashing colours swirled and danced in Lorux's head. The egg putting on an undeniably phenomenal show.  

[Melomar]

K'ndayo and Audrath - 1

In his free time, K'ndayo had taken up sitting in the hatching cavern's stands. He had several reasons. Of course, he could claim wanting to see the Candidates he had ferried over from Fort. That was partially true.

Truer would be his desire to see the eggs. They were the reason for everything that had happened and would happen at Igen Weyr. They were why this group of riders had traveled across the vast sea to a new continent and a new life. It may be a short life, but it was new, though the empty Weyr that they now inhabited had needed everyone to pitch in. These eggs represented something awesome and unbelievable but undeniable.

He looked up from the eggs to their golden mother. He sent warm waves of praise and admiration her way. He wished he could do more to convey his feelings. Thank you. Thank you.

It didn't matter that their journey and its conclusion --it was far from over-- were farfetched. Every aspect was farfetched. But it was still the most reasonable solution to the biggest problem in his life. Now he might live with his weyrmate again. That was the one thing he wanted in this life that he could not have, at least not until now.

And now there were eggs, so many beautiful eggs. He hoped by Faranth's egg that they would all hatch safe and sound.  

[TawnyAngel]

The_Muffin_Puppy

Battenburg

Well aren't you the lively one? Lorux asked rhee-torically, his grin broadening at the brilliant show. You could team up with travelling Harpers, or traders putting on a big show you could. Can you do pink and yellow, like your shell?  

[TawnyAngel]

Melomar

K'ndayo and Audrath

S'var 2

As he spotted one of his comrades S'var moved along the stands to sit beside the young man, but he leaned back comfortably and looked towards the clutch rather than at K'ndayo right away. "It's good to be here at last," he said softly as he watched candidates move among the eggs. "I was certain that Fort would accept the opportunity but it's still a relief to see the candidates here in the flesh. I imagine they will move them in before long, it would make sense to have them staying rather than have a rush between when the eggs begin to hatch."  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

TawnyAngel

The egg radiated a confident affirmative. The colours shifted and changed as Battenberg proved their skills. Pink and yellow swirled into view, before taking on more geometric patterns. It seemed all this egg wanted to do was put on a show, they had been so starved for a new audience.  

[TawnyAngel]

The_Muffin_Puppy

Battenburg

It was a pretty show and Lorux was happy to just stay and watch it inside his head for a while. When his thighs started to tell him he'd been crouching for a while though he gave it a friendly mental nudge. I should move on soon, anything you want to say? Or a big finale maybe?  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

TawnyAngel

Oh absolutely, who were they to deny Lorux a suitable finale? The colours and shapes Battenburg showed once more took up their lively dance, the egg choreographing it all with masterful precision. The movements grew faster and faster, the colours becoming more concentrated, until they seemed to be spinning in a whizzing ball of light. Suddenly the light seemed to explode in a flash, then there was silence. Battenburg vanishing as dramatically as they had arrived.  

[Melomar]

K'ndayo and Audrath - 2

"Hello, S'var." He was making it a casual visit, it would seem. K'ndayo liked that. He was already at ease, in a peculiarly somber mood, not wanting animated chit chat.

He glanced over at S'var, curious. He had just been thinking about how their journey was not over yet, but he could appreciate the elder man's reasoning. "Soon Igen will seem almost lively. But only for a short while."  

[Ruhane Chiisai]

Candidate Tollar

Tollar had not expected the egg to shift, and was instantly afraid he'd set his giant hands too hard upon it's shell, a quick glance at the gold to make sure he wouldn't bear the brunt of any rage for it before his spiked heart rate began to drop. He should be used to this. He's seen eggs shimmy and jostle for a fresh touch, he's 'heard' them in his head. Would he ever get used to that? He took a calming breath before cracking an unpracticed smile at it and muttering something barely intelligible under his breath. His thoughts were clearer, and guarded against his words. (He'd heard THAT talk too many times...) ~I am barely a trundlebug to your magnificence. How do you fare today? The heat treating you well? There's sharding-well a lot of it.~

NovaCracker

Careese of Bronze Toplamath

Careese, satisfied her first load were all dismounted safely with no torn garments, gave a respectful bow to the weyrlingmasters on watch and waited to be sent for another batch. She'd managed to fit some 9 or 10 little white-robed ragamuffins on her great Toplamath, and he panted with glee at the excercise, and the 'hugs from aboves'


Dimeti of White Giligelith (1)

Dimeti wasn't usually one to attend hatchings unless he had to. Today, however, he was willing to make some exception. After all, his new weyrmates were all there, and with as many candidates as were coming, they could use the extra eyes. They'd never keep up without him, surely!

So, there he was, settled in the stands and looking over their great, healthy, beautiful gold. And he was Busy fluffing his white's ego, assuring him that no other dragon here could possibly compare.


C'ran of green Tefelath (1)

The farmer had been left curious. He wanted to see this clutch, and he wanted to see the candidates who were so willing to put themselves on the line like this for just... a chance. However much of a sliver it might be. He wondered if it would always be a chance, now that things had so drastically changed, and he hoped not. But, no, positive thoughts, he reminded himself. ~Lest ye spoil the eggs for them.~ his green remarked in the depths of his mind, and he silenced his thoughts. He could not afford to worsen the chances with his own wanderings. So instead, he turned his mind to making plans. Happier plans, similar to those running through all the candidates, but different. He needed a good time... The hatching, perhaps.

It was perhaps beyond his intention that he looked so thoughtful as he watched the candidates below, against his normal grain.  

[magnadearel]

Candidate Turanves

This was it. He was positive his dragon was contained within one of these eggs. Turan couldn't believe they had an actual gold clutching them. It was perfect. They traveled over to the weyr that held the precious eggs. He couldn't wait to get on the sands and touch these eggs.

Despite his internal excitement, Turanves keep his cool head about him. He breathed slowly as he stepped onto the hot sands. Bowing to the queen before he moved toward the eggs. His first target was the obvious biggest egg, Cheese and Wine. Perhaps it could hold a gold, but it might also hold a large bronze.  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

magnadearel

A disapproving snort came from Cheese and Wine when Turanves touched their shell. It was obvious what this candidate was looking for. Not a partner a trophy. Well they would not be part of his silly game, no Sir! A heartbeat passed and the individual seems to flush with embarrassment. Oh, that had been rude, hadn't it? Sorry. They were new at this while communicating thing. It seemed so easy to get it wrong.  

[TawnyAngel]

Melomar

K'ndayo and Audrath

S'var 3

"At first, certainly," S'var agreed, his gaze lingering on a young man who had just touched the clutch's largest egg, the best hope for a gold. "I expect this clutch will be moved to Fort once they're old enough but ut in time they," he nodded at the eggs as he continued, "they and others, their offspring, will begin to fill the northern Weyrs once more. Julith's legacy will be a great one, just as Malsalth's is becoming." There was of course the fact that some of the dragons born from the green clutches had been unusual to say the least, strangely coloured patterns and overgrown teeth, but so long as they were healthy he wasn't going to quibble over that.  

[magnadearel]

Candidate Turanves

Yes, he knew exactly what he was looking for. There wasn't a problem with that, some were just more decisive than others. Turanves wasn't bothered by the eggs dismissal of him and his goals. If Cheese and Wine wanted to call it a silly game, it showed how little they knew. It was also clear the dragon inside this egg wasn't for him.

He turned away, not acknowledging the apology, he didn't want to waste the egg's valuable time with an unsuitable candidate when there were others it could meet. Turan wouldn't hold a grudge against an egg. Instead, he turned to the next largest Carrot Cake. His palm rested gently upon the shell. Was this egg more receptive?