{PRP} Look at that view! {Torin x Makimton}

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Makimton rushed slightly through his chores. He had personal motivation today. Afterwards he planned to take a gander at the dragon's eggs. The Weyr had been a-hustle and bustle from the news of the double clutch. The candidates had been abuzz with hopeful yearnings. A lot of people had been popping in to the hatching sands to peer at the double clutch.

Double clutch!

He could barely believe it. Neigh 60 eggs rested on the hot sands. His mind kept coming back to the thought of so many eggs. The Weyr would need all candidates on deck for this one. So many hopeful candidates. So many potential matches. Surely he would find his perfect dragon among them!

Chores completed, he changed clothes to look presentable. Makimton didn't know if would make a difference for the queens or eggs, but it wouldn't hurt to look nice for the riders. Nor would he actually enter the sands unless invited. He strolled to the entrance and peered in. His breath caught in his throat. So. Many. Eggs!

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[Smerdle]

Torin was quite excited about the multitude of eggs as well, not that he would show any signs of heightened enthusiasm to his fellows. He finished his own chores quickly enough, sauntering past the hatching sands with a nonchalance that he hoped masked his curiosity.

There was another young man at the mouth of the sands, a tall, well built candidate he knew by face but not name. Torin sidled closer, stopping at Makimton's side.

"They're glorious, aren't they?" It was a rhetorical question, a little something to break the ice with someone so focused.

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[magnadearel]

Makimton was deep in thought, his eyes drinking in the sight of the eggs as if he couldn't get enough. He was slightly jolted out of his revere by a voice at his side. Regretfully he pulled his eyes away from the beautiful eggs to eye the youth beside him. He had seen the lad in lessons, but hadn't really stopped to talk to him before.

"Aye that. And so many. The queens surely out did themselves this time." He nodded to the two large clutches. Makim sighed softly and leaned against the edge of the entrance. "With so many though, they'll be looking for more candidates. I heard they were even inviting the twerps from Western up." For a chance to impress to their eggs. Granted they then had to stay here. Why couldn't they just search new candidates? There was plenty of territory.

He looked back over at the other boy. "Looking forward to the Touching?" Honestly what candidate wasn't? He was positive it was all they were thinking, talking, and dreaming about. "Makimton," he offered his name with a hand by way of introduction. Albeit late, but eggs were more interesting at this point.

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