[Disney & Harry Potter Touching] Do You Believe In Magic?

[dawns_aura]

Lelte

Lelte listened intently to the instructions being given. Best manners... that really wasn't a big deal for her, she was in general a good, well behaved miss. Bow to the queens, that wouldn't be all that difficult. They were Queens. Beautiful golds who deserved all respect. This, this didn't seem to terrible. But who knew if she would be able to remember once she was on the Sands. Hopefully she did ok. And hopefully she would meet her future partner. She was so excited, and terrified, and just a bundle of confusion. But this, this was probably one of the biggest events in her life – she hoped.

So she waited patiently for her turn to enter the Sands, wincing at the harsh tone of the one queen's warning. A warning she would heed. She waited watching those who were in front of her go on. She took notice, and tried to get a glimpse to see if either of the clutches had any eggs that immediately caught her eye. Nothing yet. She took a deep breath and made her way to stand before the Queens. She bowed deeply to Rhianth and Kronoseth first. Waiting for a few heartbeats to make sure she showed enough – she hoped – respect. Then she looked to the other queen and the males with her and did the same, though if her bow wasn't quite as deep or quite as long, it wasn't by much or by any conscious decision she made.

As she straightened, a flash of color caught her eye, a dark red- and black egg. Taking that as a sign she took a few dainty, ladylike steps in it's direction. It seemed as good as any place to to start. She took a breath to steady her nerves. Though it didn't seem that eager to be touched, this was the egg she would begin with. Coming close to the Sectumsempre Egg she lifted her hand tentatively. Hey there little one.She slowly lowered her hand waiting to see if it was ok. If the egg itself would let her, or if the parents would interfere, she hoped not.  

[houllow]

Haveli - high reaches candidate

The words of the Candidatemaster, or rather - both Masters rolled off Haveli's shoulders much in the same way rain slicked off the hide of a dragon. She was never the sort to cause trouble on the sands, only the daft deadglows that marched ahead like porcines to a slaughter did that. No, she would linger, let herself watch and wait. It was important to keep an eye out for Arlie, of course, but to deny herself the chance of touching such a large clutch was ridiculous. She would speak to her sister once this was all over, to see how the timid girl held up. Hopefully she would be okay, no eggs would cause her harm - the thoughts tried to press up as Haveli took to the sands but she pushed them down. Her mind needed to be empty, to play the pitiful role the Candidatemasters so heavily imposed.

Approaching the clutch from the other gold and her brown mate, Haveli pressed her mind into the thoughts she'd practiced. Honored, willing to listen to direction and not offended - all coats to cover. She bowed deeply, respectfully, first to Rhianth and then to her mate. Truly, she was beyond thankful to be here to touch these eggs, and once her bow was over she turned on her heels towards the shells.

A particular egg had caught her eye over the sevendays of peeking in, or listening to gossip, or anything else - and there was no real hesitation in her steps as Haveli made her way over and placed the flat of her hand against the Avada Kedavra Egg. "A pleasure to meet you too."  

[Hattaki]

Rizdax - High Reaches

This was simultaneously exciting and terrifying. As he stepped out onto the sands, following closely behind Shar despite how he kept an eye on Zamistia, Rizdax swallowed and thanked the two moons that he'd managed to get a decent amount of sleep the night before. There were so many eggs, there were so many eggs! Of course he'd slipped by to take a look at them already that one time and done his best to memorize what each of the shells would look like, but he was more than content to follow Shar's path as she headed towards the eggs closest to where they'd been walking.

Following her example in silence, Riz bowed to each one of the queens and watched how she placed her hand on the egg, his red head tilting as he tried to figure out why she chose the most romantic seeming egg that was near them. It made him want to grin a bit and he steeled himself up, making sure that all of his thoughts were clear and calm as he reached towards a much smaller egg near that one. The feeling that he'd gotten from it upon walking up was just... it called to him.

Making sure that he was gentle as he touched the soft pink shell, Riz sent a calm feeling of love and even all the feelings inside himself of being honored to meet it towards Baby Mine. It was so small and gentle. "It's so nice to meet you."

He was curious to see what egg Zamistia had chosen but he didn't take any of his focus off of the egg in front of him, he would see soon enough and the babies were more important. They deserved respect and the full attention of the candidates touching their shells.

SilverLutz

Dea and #Teddy#

 

[faesinger]

This might be the opportunity of a lifetime, Leiheti thought. It made her feel excited and greedy to want to keep it to herself, but also wanting to share it with everyone around her. It was a strange mixture of feelings she had. She was nervous and elated as well. But training dictated calm happy thoughts, so she lingered outside a little longer than some of the others to try and find the proper headspace. She was going to do this right.

Finally, and able to walk without skipping to any such thing, she entered. Bowing to the queens she looked over the marvelous set of eggs both had produced. It was quite the sight. She started at a small lovely green egg, the Forbidden Forest Egg in Rianth’s clutch. A small hand was rested on the small shell with anticipation.  

[Teiha]

Karone had been looking forward to this day with such enthusiasm that his eyes seemed almost aflame when he laid them upon the reigning queens and their clutches. If there was any chance of his Impressing, it would be at its highest during this hatch, and he was certain enough of his desire to fight thread that he would offer himself wholeheartedly to any dragon that wanted him. He took a moment to rest a palm against his heart, carefully filing through his thoughts and smothering those too strong or too painful for developing dragons.

That done, he bowed low to both queens, keeping his gaze respectfully downcast. He walked out onto the sands with the other candidates, spotting a pretty blue egg in the paler queen’s clutch. Blue was one of his favorite colors, so he chose that one as his first. He gently stroked the Let It Go egg, sending it a warm mental greeting.  

[houllow]

Fisher - high reaches candidate

Fisher was still having issues with this whole "hey the eggs are gonna talk to you, but not really talk since they're eggs but yeah you're gonna hear or feel some stuff" thing. Like, not a lot of issues but just enough she was feeling a little uneasy in the weird sandals on her feet and the weird whatever it was they were making her wear. Not cool, Gr'del, she vouched for you whenever someone asked her opinion. Which wasn't often but whatever - instructions had been given and Fisher was damn good at following them. Bow to the golds and their husbands/boyfriends/baby daddies, then move on and slap and egg.

Maybe not slap but put your hand on there and something was bound to happen, or so the Candidatemasters really, really wanted her to believe. Not that Fisher was skeptical because she knew nothing about dragons and had no reason not to believe her teachers, but mostly because talking eggs. Less than three months ago she was on a boat and now she was on hot sands touching talking eggs. Life happened quickly.

Out and moving like a fish out of proper comfort (shards it was hot), she stopped in front of the massive golden queen Rhianth and her equally large...husband? Whatever he was, they both got a bow from Fisher and a sort of howdy-do wave in the best manner of a polite greeting she could muster. Manners weren't big on the seas, they hadn't taught her in depth here at the Weyr, and now there were eggs to slap.

Again, not really slap but maybe Fisher did place her hand down a bit solid on the shell of the Expelliarmus Egg before softly moving to rub it over. Her eyes, which had squinting only moments before, softened faintly. "You're really warm. Almost like you could pop out at any moment."  

[demon_pachabel]

W'tarl/Altoth

Altoth was a litmus test for how the situation was, and she was already nervous. Rhianth's obvious displeasure run true with the green who had settled in next to Siriath. She rested her delicate head against his neck with a sigh, eyes all flecks of yellow and grey. Oh, she sure hoped that the candidates understood just how serious all of their lessons and all of these words were! It took W'tarl reaching out to caress her mind with his for her shoulders to relax. I just don't want to see anybody get into trouble! Altoth informed her boy privately. I know, dearest. Gr'del and I have done all we can. If they don't understand now, we'll have to give them back to you. Which was to say, they'd have to be watched from off the sands until they could be dealt with.

But Gr'del had reiterated their expectations, and W'tarl had nothing more to add. Things would hopefully go well. He'd rather the candidates be just a bit overwhelmed and under-act than the opposite. This was important.

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Martirae

To say Martirae was as serious as a heart attack was an under-statement. The fact she was being allowed to come to High Reaches and even look at these eggs was absolutely a priviledge she was being given, and she knew it. In exchange, she was to represent her Weyr appropriately. This meant not behaving like a fool. This meant keeping her thoughts kind and good and working to keep the edge off of her personality. Keeping the edge off would be the difficult task.

Trying to not auto-pilot through things she had done dozens of times before was another task. She'd assembled a mental check list. Bow to all of the parents - and she made sure they were deep and meaningful bows. Five of them - one to each parent present. Rhianth's words should have terrified her. They thrilled Martirae, who found the absolute power and order they demanded was refreshing. Not that there wasn't just that at Western - there were those as serious as a heart attack there. Simply that some treated this so...so lax.

With her bows done, and her heart settled, she began to make her paces through the eggs, her hand caressing several of the eggs she passed by. A silvery one, a dark green one, A colorful one, A striped one, a cloudy one. They had lots of passing thoughts and feelings to give them, and she offered only soft kindness back. Perhaps it would feel false. She was only trying to keep from upsetting them with her tough edges. Yet the large egg in the middle of the clutch....Slytherin....it didn't give her feelings immediately, so she allowed her hand to linger for a while longer. Soft. Kind. Inviting. Oh, Martirae felt as though she was lying about herself.

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Juhvek

This was fine. Fine. Juhvek hadn't the chance to touch any of the eggs since he had been brought back to High Reaches, and the clutch on the beach had been...unexpected. Yet the build up to these eggs hadn't filled him with nervous dread like so many others had been. No, he was ready as could be. If he had time to fret, he had time to do...well...anything else! Yet here, standing on front of all of the eggs with their parents standing firm and vigilantly by...

Well. He was as ready as he could be!

Juhvek went through his bows, repeating his rules through his head repeatedly, then looked over all of the eggs. There were a lot to choose to touch first. So he looked at whichever was the closest to him and began. A gentle pink one, a pink and yellow, one that looked like it was bloody, a purple one....his hand rested on A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes. I hope everything is good, tiny friend.

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Fahn

The sevendays had been like a blur to Fahn, who if she'd been capable of time-travel? Oh, she would have used it. Even now, listening to Gr'del it was taking a lot out of her to keep her constantly bouncing leg from trying to pat the sand as if impatiently. She wasn't impatient! She was excited! The steps seemed easy enough - though she wondered who had been the one to make it so rules like were being reinforced now by both the Candidatemasters and the travelling Queen were needed?

Such idle thoughts were easy to entertain, almost more focused on them than the act of bowing and presenting herself in a positive light. She still managed to keep a gentle hand as she moved through the eggs, touching a purple one, a pink one, one that begged for a few seconds of a starring contest, and a striped one that begged for a staring contest! She didn't linger too long at any of them, however, and instead after a moment of feeling a whole lot of same from a black and white striped egg, she found herself lingering with her hand on the Dementor egg. Oh.

Oh.

Fahn was so used to being endless energy that if she felt slightly more tired around this egg, she didn't know for sure! Hello! It's a good day! Are you tired? Are you excited? Is everything good, friend?

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Kinyegele

Bow, try to not be nervous. Kinye was super nervous, and trying to put on her brave face was not really working out for her the way she'd been hoping it would be. To say Rhianth intimidated her was an understatement. She was terrified of the angry queen.

Having never touched any eggs before, it wasn't difficult to choose a starting place! One - avoid Rhianth who is upset. Two - this little friend in the front! Kinye was easily drawn to Baby Mine offering a gentle rub of her hand on it's pink shell. Hi! Your egg is cute, friend! Are you happy right here at the front where everybody will see you first? Oh I hope so! her thoughts were all sweet and bouncy - if only to cover her nervousness and worry.

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Kahbrohm

Of course Dehka was going to follow the rules to a T, and Kahbrohm was not going to let his brother hold him back. But he was still going to keep an eye on the boy. If he made him look bad, he had thoughts about that. Thoughts he shouldn't have been thinking, and the Queen's threat made it clear that he at least needed to go through the mental motions of being nice. Honesty wasn't a cruel thing, but W'tarl had also made it clear that he needed to not force his personality onto a baby still discovering the world through them.

Or whatever.

So he chose an egg near the front to start with, if only to not leave Dehka completely behind. With his hand rested on Expelliarmus, he tried to keep his mind clear of his personal thoughts. This baby didn't need to know about that. It may not even want to. He didn't want to put on a show.  

[Teiha]

Lesta was not quite ready for this yet, she realized as she stepped onto the sands. She remembered the days of Uridith’s clutchings at Ierne, when she felt so entitled to Impress as the sister of the gold’s rider. Here, turns later, given another chance by a Searchdragon who knew nothing of her past, she felt… very small. Insignificant, almost. But most of all, she felt honored that she should even be considered. She made the appropriate bows, then approached the larger queen’s clutch. It was the Lumos Egg she went to first, drawn to its pretty purple shell. “Hello,” she said quietly. She hoped it would notice her and not push her away, like others in her past life had.  

[ShinosBee]

Smerdle

Felix Felicis
Oh! Oh hey there!! The egg almost seemed to give a shiver beneath Torin's hand, as if whomever was inside was struggling to hold back their excitement. Isn't this super exciting?? Aren't you just the happiest to be here? Oh, this is all going to be so much fun, you should really try to enjoy it, buddy! Felix Felicis sure was, and they'd only just started things!

faesinger

Forbidden Forest
From deep within the egg something seemed to turn to regard Leiheti. At first that was all it was: the sensation of being watched, being inspected and picked over. Considered. Revealed. And then, as quickly and quietly as it'd come, the sensation retreated, leaving an almost eerie, still silence in comparison.

 

[Teiha]

Vaali liked the pastels of Fianth’s clutch, they were so delicate and flower-like! Well… except for that green plaid-looking one and the one with… were those bloodstains? Before she could touch, though, she had to bow. And those beautiful queens were more than worthy of such honor! She curtsied to them both before going to pet the egg that popped most to her eye: Friends on the Other Side. “Good day!” she said to it.  

[medigel]

Orri - HR

Enthusiasm was in spades for the boy that day. His first Touching! He hadn’t any clue about what had happened in prior ones, other than Gr’del’s seriousness making a dent in his excitement. Like he would dare mess up here or at the Clutching! Besides, beyond that, Orri felt as though he had another duty to tend to, and said charge was already walking about one group of eggs. He bowed dutifully to each good before making his way through.

“Kind of unreal, huh,” he said to Falienn, grinning from ear to ear as he approached. “Have your eye on one set or another?”

His hand went to the Gryffindor egg first, feeling a kinship with the dragonet’s own eagerness. This was all fun, wasn’t it, he thought. Doubtless the egg wanted to get out and about already, no?

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Arlie - HR

Awash in a sea of candidates, Arlie stuck close to her sister, trying to remain positive. Mildly desperate. The candidatemaster had scared her, honestly, and while she had been trained for this day, it didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous about messing up. She certainly didn’t want to get yelled at. Bowing low to the golds and their respective fathers, the girl made a slow wind about Fianth’s clutch first.

Shyly, she pressed a few fingers to When You Wish Upon A Star. There was a sense of longing there that drew her in, made her remember the things she had had, once, and what it meant to be there now. No, no...positive....What are you looking for? she tried to think at it.

“ShinosBee”

 

[stella cinere]

Andrestia -- HR

Nerves sat in a knot at the bottom of Andrestia’s stomach as she stood on the warm sands, the pale almost lavender eyes scanned the stands looking for the familiar faces of her brother and father. Would they even show up? She chewed nervously on her lower lip, it was her first touching and even as Gr’del reminded them to behave she was well aware to not dare make a fool of herself. Letting out a sigh of breath to help calm her nerves she followed the rest of the candidates out into the sands. There were two, two chances at maybe a gold being among them, maybe a chance to impress her father and brothers instead of being nothing more than a nuisance or worm.

Pausing she considered both group of eggs before turning her attention to the darker clutch that was being watched very carefully by the red-eyed gold. Stopping she gave the queen and her rider a long sweeping bow before turning her focus to the eggs. Andrestia watched the other candidates touching before settling on one that hadn't quite caught anyone else's eye quite yet. Resting her hand on a yellow and black Hufflepuff Egg neatly tucked in the back focused on emptying her mind except for warm thoughts.

“Hello there, I am glad to meet you on such an important day, you are the first egg I’ve ever touched.”

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Cabhan -- HR

The brunette stood at the gates waiting, unlike a few of the candidates he was little less nervous this time considering he already had been through one hatching and walked away empty handed, however being on a beach for an impromptu touching was certainly different from this time. He was glad that this time it was going to be held properly, or at least as properly as they could if all the candidates behaved themselves. He let the rest of the candidates move first taking a position further to the back, a part of him told him if he was more apathetic this time the sting of failing in getting a dragon wouldn’t hurt so much. It would get easier. When it was his turn he gave a bow to the Fianth and her rider, before glancing over the eggs. Most of them were pale in color, pinks, purples, a green plaid, but one was red, as if stained with blood Be Prepared and it piqued his curiosity the most.

Reaching out he let out a loose breath and cleared his mind and did his best to put on a warm pleasant feeling. “Hey…”

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Vodex -- HR

He was stoic, or at least in Vodex’s mind he was standing rather stoically as he waited his turn to go out into the sands. Really his stomach was more like a bowl of knots as the adrenaline of his first touching ceremony made him want to run in there in full sprint and touch everything as fast as he could. Gr’del reminding them to be on their best behavior and what had happened last time kept his feet planted on the ground until it was time to move. Giving his the most respective bow to FIanth and her rider he could muster with all the excitement bottling up in him he let out an ease of breath before looking over the eggs in earnest.

A large pink Go The Distances egg caught his attention, it bigger than a handful of its siblings and the color reminded him of his current hair choice in dye. Giving his hands a few shakes he reached out pouring warmth and his unbound happiness into it.  

[faesinger]

Leiheti blinked at the egg. That was very thorough and abrupt. “At least you will make the informed choice.” She told the egg as she removed her hand. She moved on, aware to not linger or push, examining the feelings she had just received. So she wandered past a egg or two from the push of people. She found herself at the Imperio Egg without even having made the conscious decision to go there. She place her hand gently on the shell.  

[Uta]

Zyamel was thrilled for this day. She had listened to Gr'del and A'ral, and for once, wasn't focused on all the ladies and cute girls surrounding her. No, today was a day that Zyamel had to take seriously, and she wasn't about to bring shame upon her head, or act a fool. While she liked to think she knew what she was doing, she also wasn't so foolish as to act it in front of the Weyrlingmaster. Besides which, a small, faintly-humble part of her knew the truth--there was no guarantee she'd Impress even as the daughter of the Weyrwoman.

Ah, but such doubt was not something she would think about or focus. It remained buried, and instead, the girl walked with her usual swagger and confidence onto the hatching sands. She did not hesitate and instead went directly towards Rhianth and Kronoseth. The golden dragon had every right to look fierce and only a fool would act stupid in front of the queen. Bowing low to both Kronoseth and Rhianth, Zyamel thought quietly, Thank you, Rhianth, for letting me meet your eggs. Thank you, Kronoseth, for allowing me to be here. Whether or not they heard or listened or cared mattered not--it was still polite.

Instead, she reached out, and immediately placed a hand upon Slytherin Egg. Hello lovely one. So good to meet you at last.

Lusialu
The young, dark-skinned girl wasn't sure where to go, or who to approach first. This was her first time on the Sands, and she couldn't help but feel both excited and a bit worried. She had always hoped that maybe, just maybe, her brother or sister would still be Candidates by the time she came of age and yet, they were now newly graduated. Once again, she found herself having to carve her own path, differently than the two of them.

With two clutches, she was unsure where to go or where to start. So, the young girl approached Fianth's clutch first. She wasn't afraid of Rhianth, per se, but the snarling, growling queen did intimidate her just a little. (Maybe a lot.) Instead, she bowed low to the pale gold and her blue mate, and whispered an inaudible thank you to them both. After a moment, she rose, and hesitated. "They're all so lovely," she murmured shyly. But an egg felt welcoming and warm, and drew her over immediately. Hello...I...I hope you're happy in there. I hope you're well. We're... We're so excited to meet you. Was that the right thing to think? Was that good enough or what they meant?

She let her hand gently, tenderly, reach out to touch the yellow and white egg Be Our Guest Egg, stroking it carefully.

Cedarian
There was no denying which clutch Cedarian was going to first. Rhianth and Kronoseth. While the strawberry blond man usually wouldn't entertain thoughts of swapping with High Reaches Weyr, he could not deny an opportunity to present himself this time. He knew Kronoseth and Rhianth well enough, or at least, was familiar with both... but he had never seen them look so fierce.

Well. He wouldn't want Candidate's grubby hands all over his children, if he had any, either. It was quite understandable, really, and given what he knew some of his peers really were quite terribly unworthy. But not him. With utmost seriousness, the man gave a low bow to both. "Thank you for entrusting us with your children. They are a fine lot." He spoke reverently, before slowly considering which egg to approach first.

Ah-ha. That one. Ignoring his peers, the pale boy reached out to gently touch the Hufflepuff Egg. It was one of the largest (if not the largest) egg in the clutch and he was going to see to it first.

Chayrel
The dark skinned, dark haired man was nervous. Another Touching. Another possible rejection. Standing before the eggs, he... He honestly didn't know what to do, or where to go. While he wanted to follow Fehral, he also didn't want to look vulnerable, clingy, or otherwise in any way, shape, or form, weak. But honestly, the defensive boy was afraid, nervous even. He'd been rejected many times now, and though he put up a strong front, part of the dark-haired man felt each rejection as another reminder that he was somehow a failure.

And if he continued to fail, would he not one day be run out of the Weyr? They said they sometimes kept aged out Candidates to work in the kitchens, but what if he wasn't one of them? What if they sent him back to the--

No.

He wasn't thinking about that. Not here. Positive thoughts, positive thoughts, positive thoughts. Steeling himself, the man's brows knit, and he gave Fehral's hand a squeeze before approaching one of the clutches. He bowed low to Rhianth and Kronoseth, and though the growling queen was also terrifying, he wasn't about ready to flinch. No. She wouldn't hurt him.... at least, that's what the Weyr liked to say. The Crucio Egg drew him first. Perhaps it was the lack of amusement, or the overall seriousness that seemed to exude from the egg.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea but he was going to try anyway. If the baby within didn't like him, there were other eggs to touch after all. Reaching out, he... he pressed his hand to the egg and waited.

Kiri
High Reaches.... Back where her brother was a Candidate, and her other a green rider. Back where C'ryn called the place home. She'd never been to the Weyr for a Hatching, and was impressed by the size of the sands. It was larger than Western's hatching sands, for sure, but it also had been made hundreds of Turns prior. Still, Kiri had to keep herself from whistling when she entered, and instead, focused on the eggs.

Oh, to pick between the clutches.... The lovely dark, bejewelled eggs or the pale beauties? Deciding to give Rhianth time to cool down, the girl sauntered over to where Fianth and her blue mate rested. She bowed to both, before turning to look at the eggs. "Quite the collection," she laughed to herself, before heading towards one. "How you doing?" She murmured to the Felix Felicis Egg, stroking its shell almost lovingly.