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 Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 2:27 pm
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Life was a dream come true- at least for Mictecath, who had blossomed as an ever-vigilant, ever-loving mother. Each beautiful, brightly hued egg received nuzzles and cuddles morning and night. Iweth was encouraged to walk amongst them, sharing his stories (and his rider's) beneath Mic's affectionate gaze. Brothers, sisters, parents- family of all relations, from second cousin to great-grandmama, and everything in between, were ushered onto the sands at various points in time. The musical queen made fond introductions each time, to each egg. This is your grand-mama Fianth, who is my mama. She loves you all, I know it in my hearts, dear ones. And this is your grand-papa, Krahsujunth… He'll protect you and watch over you, as your papa and I do… and this is your great-uncle Rixth, and I just know he'll sing to you as we do, if you ask nicely. Her hearts were full, and had been since the moment she had taken to the skies. Love followed them all, a perfect song to underscore each day.
Iweth for his part spent his every spare moment at his family’s side, positively beaming with joy and pride, more than happy to do his part in bringing Mictecath food, or turning eggs. He did his best to always be a gracious guest, giving any other clutching golds a wide berth and deferring to their needs and desires as best he could. Each egg fascinated him, and he was all too eager to admire and dote upon them. He told them often of his own days as an egg, about how he’d found his Theo, how he’d known just who was meant for him. He told them about flying and eating, time spent with friends and legends his rider had shared with him from the harper tales. Anything he could think of to share, he poured with deep, abiding love into his unborn children. And he couldn’t wait to hear their own stories, when the time came.
Now it was time for a different kind of introduction. Mictecath knew this day would come, as it had for her own clutchmates, and for many clutches before and since. She had sent her most trusted friends and companions to watch the candidates in the sevendays leading to this moment, and had asked Nyaranau to be on her guard for those who might be hiding any ill feeling towards her children (which, Nyara assured her, was impossible- everyone was stupendously excited). The young rider had practically moved onto the sands, as her dragon was loathe to leave them and requested things be brought to her instead; Nyara was just happy to be around in case her dragon needed help or a reining hand (Mic did have a habit of pushing too much, at times).
Knowing that today could bring nerves and stress, Iweth has opted to tuck himself near to Mictecath’s side, occasionally sending waves of eager contentment her way, and over the sands. High Reaches was the best Weyr of them all, so Theo had told him often (and he agreed, simply because it was where he was, and where his family was!) and surely the candidates would be up to snuff. No, he had no worries, only excitement. Today would be the start of so many wonderful new connections, and they were going to be lucky enough to witness it! Theo himself was marginally more concerned, but over the weeks had become quite at home in the presence of the clutch and Mictecath, and Nyara herself. He hung back in the stands nearby, less prominent than his dragon’s partner’s rider, but still on hand, should anything go amiss. In truth, he was keen to see the touching process—since he hadn’t gotten to be part of one himself before.
As F'dral led the throng of candidates, Nyara sucked in a breath, resting her hand on Mic's headknobs. It doesn't feel so long ago that I walked amongst you and your siblings. Theo had never gotten a chance to meet Iweth in the shell, but the magic of a Touching was easy to witness: maybe the bronzepair wouldn't be the only ones with stories to tell that day. Mictecath thrummmed, offering one last comforting nudge to the Worried Bear Egg, before drawing herself to her full height, proud and unafraid. I am here for you. Should you need me or papa, simply call to us. Eggs, candidates- Mictecath was prepared to soothe everyone with an overindulgent, loving touch- and she had every faith that Iweth would do the same in a heartbeat.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 2:27 pm
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Closes: TBD.
F'dral will have lead the Candidates to the Hatching Sands after lecturing them about the do's and don'ts of a Touching. He expects good behavior, and anyone who causes trouble risks getting removed or banned from the next Hatching.
Generally speaking, Candidates can move about the eggs freely. They may touch only one egg, or can touch them all. He is less fussed about someone lingering near a favored or preferred egg, but do so at your own risk.
Once some times has passed, the Weyrlingmaster will call the Candidates back to the barracks, unless Mictecath orders them out early, or the eggs get too upset. He expects Candidates to be cleaned up, respectful to Mictecath, and to be kind. He knows this is a personal, but important, experience for Candidates and the eggs.
Welcome to the Vibrant Clutch!
Please keep the following rules in mind.
IC Action will result in IC Consequence. Remember this!
You will not get to break or crack the eggs. Don't even try. If an egg is meant to break or crack, staff will dictate this.
Misbehaving now can get a character banned from the Hatching itself or kicked out as a Candidate. Don't test F'dral, A'ral, or staff!
Staff will try to respond to ICly to individuals touching the eggs. Depending on RL and time, we cannot guarantee a response to every post, but we will try! Some staff have a lot going on IRL. If you touch an egg and don't get a reply, consider the egg simply asleep or quiet. Not every egg wants to talk, after all.
Please make sure you mention which egg your character is touching by the proper name and in bold type i.e The Happy Ghost Egg
Do not move your Candidate again in the RP once they touch an egg until you get a reply! If you move them on before staff responds, we will not write a response! Additionally, it sometimes makes it hard for us to know if they're still there or not as sometimes we're responding to quotes and not reading the entire RP.
Please keep in mind that you might not get to all the eggs. IC events might cause the eggs to be untouchable or for it to end early. If you have a favorite egg I would suggest touching it early because we will not keep this open or delay closing once we're ready to move on.
Please do not edit or backdate which egg you touched. We'll try to keep things moving in the RP.
If you feel staff has missed responding to your touching post, please PM/DM either Uta or Mr Cheri. Note: Cheri prefers DMs, as he has a mostly full inbox. We'll quote individuals with their eggs response but please understand that it might take some time. Give us a day or two, as we both have RL jobs and aren't always able to sign online daily.
We will move slowly due to how many eggs need to be touched AND the fact that we have less time OOCly than we used to!
You will not likely touch every egg OOCly. So pick your favorites and get your Candidate to them! We cannot guarantee responses to from every egg to every Candidate due to the size. We will get to as many as possible, but to keep us from suffering burnout, we may need to wrap well before all the eggs are touched.
If something goes wrong ICly or the Queen gets upset, the Touching could close early!
Please remember your Candidates have been TRAINED on how to act around the eggs! Don't play them like fools or idiots because this is IMPORTANT to them. They could get banned from Candidacy if they act poorly during a Touching or barred from the Hatching. They all know better, whether they are new to the Weyr or not!
It is okay if you don't touch all the eggs! You can either claim they did and got no response OR that they didn't bother with all of them and that's okay too. Not every egg has to be touched.
You may join in or make new characters as long as the Touching is running. Once it closes, it will be assumed that all Candidates participated whether they actually did so ICly or not.
To keep us from burnout, we ask you only bring in Candidates that you want to have eligible for the Hatching! You can assume your other Candidates are there, just not the focus.
You do not have to participate in the Touching to have a shot at Impressing from the clutch.
You may RP with others while touching eggs or waiting for responses. You may also have your characters remove themselves to the sidelines or the stands to chatter. Candidate should not leave the Hatching Sands though. If they do not wish to continue, they can sit quietly in the tiers until F'dral or A'ral usher them to leave. Remember, though, that this time is meant for Candidates to focus on the eggs--no matter personal feelings, the Candidates main focus should be the eggs. OOCly, we know that it might take time for staff to reply, so you are allowed to have some RP with friends and other characters while you wait for a reply.
Once again, for sake of RP it is encouraged to touch one egg, and not move on to another until you are given a Staff Response. If your Candidate leaves the egg before the response, you won't get one at all.
Any other questions? PM Uta or Mr Cheri
Clutch Specifics
You may linger near any eggs you like, for as long as you like, but you may not get more than one response. On the other hand, you could strike up a friendship with the egg so don't feel like you must move on after a reply or two. If the egg and you seem to be talking, keep it up or wrap it up--however you feel. No need to end it prematurely though.
For any reason A'ral or F'dral, one of the Candidatemaster Seconds or Assistants might move you on from an egg.
We are NOT limiting how many eggs you can touch, but just assume you will NOT touch them all. So we still suggest you pick your favorites first! ICly, your Candidate likely had time to touch them all if they chose to do so! So get your favorites out of the way early or be satisfied that you might not get to see the egg in the Touching.
We will shut this down ICly if things get out of hand, if the gold gets upset, or the eggs get upset. Please, remember, this is a Big Deal for your characters. Even new Candidates will have been told how to behave, what to do, what not to do, and the consequences if they break these rules!
Again, nobody leaves the Sands even when they're done Touching the eggs. Just go sit in the tiers and wait. Riders may also sit in the tiers or hang out in the Bowl to socialize or quietly watch just to see how it goes.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 2:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 3:50 pm
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Rayarner
Another clutch, another Touching day. Rayarner stood with bright eyes and a smile on his face as he followed F'dral onto the Sands. He'd done this a few times now but every time he got to touch an egg and meet a dragon in the shell was always cause for excitement. He gave a bow to Mictecath and Iweth as was traditional and proper before turning to the eggs, inspecting each one methodically and slowly before deciding to first meet the Purple and Grey Space Egg.
"Hello," he said, his voice deep and soft. "How do you do?" It was always best to be polite and proper to the eggs, after all. He'd had his share of eggs snap at him for not giving them their proper due, so he'd gotten into the habit of greeting each egg as respectfully as he could.
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Jaleeri
As always, Jaleeri was towards the back of the pack of Candidates as they walked in, not due to hesitation or nerves but simply because she was slower. Her limping gait was hard to maintain on the sands with things shifting and moving so she took her time to reduce any pain trying to walk quickly might bring. To any able to feel emotion in the general area, though, it was quite clear that she was excited to be here and wished she could run to the closest egg to greet it.
Instead Jaleeri bowed to Mictecath and Iweth, giving them both a little grin before heading for the Cloudy Skies Egg.
"Hello in there," she greeted, her enthusiasm palpable. "Great day for a touching, wouldn't you say? The sky looks just like your egg."
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 4:16 pm
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Zelaya - they/them/she/her
Clutches came and went, and by now Zelaya was quite used to the routine and ritual of it. The sands were rarely empty for long, but that didn't make them any less happy to meet these eggs. Every egg was special, every dragon badly needed and deeply loved. Any could choose them, and they would welcome any sweet green or hardworking blue to look her way when the time came. Today was the time to start that process over, and see which eggs if any spoke to them.
They bowed deeply to the glittering parents on the sands before turning towards the eggs. So many, but there was no rush. They'd touch them all in time, if not today. Worried Bear Egg caught their eye, and they stepped up to it, gently patting the side of the little shell. Hello in there. I hope you don't mind the intrusion. Just let me know if you need your space, okay?
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 4:39 pm
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Dextelia - She/Her
The young woman was bubbling with excitement as the candidates waited and listened to F'dral. Going to the touching meant that it was just a bit closer to the eggs hatching, which meant it was getting closer to her possibly being chosen by a dragon. At this moment her excitement was doubled because news had come not long ago that her cousin Dascyana had impressed a blue at Western's newest clutch. That meant each of her cousins that had been searched and gone like she did were now Blue riders. Dextelia could only hope she would get to follow in their footsteps.
Walking out onto the sands, the dark haired girl stopped and bowed to Mictecath and Iweth both before letting her eyes move over the brightly colored eggs. Oh! Which one should she approach first, they were all so very lovely! With her decision made Dextelia moved towards the Butterfly Wing Egg and lightly placed her hand upon the shell.
Hello, I'm really excited to meet you and your siblings. It's so wonderful to have this chance to speak to you.
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Tex(iar) - She/Her
Was it already time to go out onto the sands and touch the eggs? Texiar hadn't been at High Reaches for very long but she was a bit surprised at how quickly it seemed to go by. Then again, perhaps the excitement of her first Touching and Hatching was what was really making things go so fast. So with a bit of butterflies in her stomach mixing in with the excitement Tex listened intintevly to anything F'dral had to say before walking onto the sands.
Bowing to the golden queen and the bronze, Tex did everything she could to make sure protacol and procedure was followed. This was so new for her, so different then a Runner being born, but then again Dragons were so very different then Runners as well.
Picking out an egg amongst the others, the woman pressed her hand against the shell, marveling at the feel of it underneath her palm. Are you as excited as those here to meet you? I'm sure you are already aware how important you and your siblings are. These thoughts were sent to the White Tiger Egg.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 5:15 pm
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Xharrakai
Life had changed a lot since Search, and Xharrakai relished the opportunities offered. Food without the need to bribe, beg or steal, pretty people to admire, and endless bathing to wash off the filth of lessons and chores. Things were looking up for the conman, and he wore a cheery grin as he followed the procession of candidates onto the sands.
He bowed to Mictecath and Iweth, making sure to keep his warmest, friendliest grin plastered on for their riders. Then he scoured the eggs with a piercing amber gaze, trying to decide which one he would visit first.
Pansexual Flag Egg tickled his fancy with its vivid colours and stripes, and he strolled towards it, benevolent and casual. "Why hello, you remarkable little creature you. Aren't you a pretty sight!" Out came the charm and compliments, but Xharrakai found that he didn't have to force them. His words rang with unusual sincerity, as if he were slightly less the Machiavellian rogue he had been for so long.
Rosania
Heart beating with nervous excitement, Rosa fiddled with the ends of her plaits, listening to the rules of the Touching with earnest attention. How desperately she longed to meet those dragons, each undoubtedly as beautiful as the next. Would her partner be amongst them? That would be exciting, for a first hatching... For a moment her mind was filled with images of the farm back home, and flying over those verdant fields with a dragon of dark, shadowy hide. A daydream she stored in her heart, to reflect on at night before sleep...
She bowed to the clutchparents as the group entered, her mouth a little dry, her palms sweaty. Goodness gracious, it was hot in here (of course it had to be, but one didn't quite realise just how hot it was until one experienced it).
When they were given the right to wander amongst the shells, Rosie smiled a small, beatific smile, entranced with the beauty of the clutch. Then, after a few moments of memorising the moment, she made her way to Green Vine Egg. She did a small bow before placing freshly clean hands on the lovely shell. "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name's Rosania, but my folks call me Rosa. Or Rosie. Both work." Gently she traced the patterns of the vines, beaming at how beautifully formed they were. "Your shell reminds me of home." She breathed, trying unsuccessfully to stay away from her daydreams.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 5:29 pm
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Eliaza - she/her
No matter how many times she stepped out onto the Sands, it would never get old. Sure, she might have been more nervous and maybe a little frightened the first time, than she was here, but that wasn't the case any more. She'd dared to go and stand on the Sands at Western in the hopes that she might find her match there. She hadn't, but that was more than all right. She was more than happy to have another chance at home.
Home. How odd that the Weyr had become her home, wasn't it? But it had. She might not have imagined it when she was small, but there was nowhere else she'd rather be now, and no matter what, it was where she would stay.
No point in thinking about the "what happens if I never do" today, though. Not now. Now, it was time to meet the little souls that would soon be little dragons finding their new partners.
After bowing to Mictecath and her rider, Eliaza made a direct line for the Chocolate Chip Cookie Egg. Something about it just made the idea of home feel more ... home-y. She pressed her palm against it gently, feeling as though she was glowing with joy, herself. Hello, friend, she thought. It's so nice to meet you.
Eralgais - he/him
Eralgais did his best not to roll his eyes as he listened to the rules for the umpteenth time. Bow, no punches, no insults, yeah yeah yeah. He'd heard it. He could all but recite them along with F'dral -- though he didn't because he'd learned his lesson the first time he'd made that mistake. Never again.
Didn't keep him from being one of the first to set out across the Sands after a cursory bow. He had his eye on a particular Cloudy Skies Egg and he was determined to be one of the first to get a hand on it. He was sure thst was the right choice to make. It was a bright bit of satisfaction that he put his hand against the cloudy shell and thought, Made it! Here I am! How ya doing in there? Cozy?
Yeliya - she/her
Whenever there'd been something particularly valuable on one of the wagons, Yeliya had seen people all but swarm the things. Those crowds had nothing on the waves of nerves and excitement rolling off her fellow Candidates.
And she got it. She understood. She was excited, too. Eager to see and learn and maybe feel what sorts of dragons were inside those eggs. She just would have preferred not to get trampled in the process. And since elbowing those who got too close in the ribs to give her space was right out, she'd just have to be on her toes.
She hung back a little when the pack broke away toward the eggs, making decisions as she walked about where she'd go first and next, then next. She decided on the outside of the cluster, before she risked diving for its heart, so she padded up to the Green Spotted Egg and put her hand against its shell with a little exhale of relief. "I can only imagine how overwhelmed you might be," she said. Then on a whim, asked, "What do we look like to you from in there, all eager and handsy and such?"
Jhiroquel - he/him
He stood quietly at the back of the crowd of Candidates, listening as F'dral explained how they were to behave. It all made sense, it was all comfortable and familiar and he found himself nodding a little after each point. An acknowledgement. Yes. Of course. As it should be.
When they were released to move toward the eggs, he stopped, turned to face the Queen and junior weyrwoman and bowed to them both, the faintest quirk to his lips as he straightened.
The Red and Gold Flowered Egg caught his eye, so he headed that way with purpose, stopping just close enough to touch its shell carefully. It's an honor to meet you, he thought toward the dragon inside. I hope you don't mind the disturbance. I thought it important to say hello.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 6:17 pm
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Whren
Whren played with the bracelet, fingers tracing the threads a wrap of different colors representing the faire of flits, bright green for Emblem, and a simple green for Petite, dark blue for Captain, and bright for Admiral, a honey shade for General, oak like for Cadet, and sand with a hint of shine to it for Major. Jemi had given it as a gift and a simple reminder of what he already had. 7 dependents and a good friend, or a small company of scouts and spys and a sturdy tank.
Something had changed and he couldn't understand it, Jemi had rally him out of his thoughts almost something had stood him up and slap his back and pushed him forward before he had even made a decision. Not to say she hadn't been able to before, just not as fast. And he really had to pay attention to the eggs and not past mistakes. Or his faire, he could feel the soft press of them, concern and worry and he sighed. He couldn't blame them, even as he sent a pulse of reassurance and shut them away.
He bowed to Mictecath and Iweth, polite and careful and she was still beautiful like she was at her hatchling. Turns ago. He stepped out on the sands, approaching the clutch and it wouldn't be like last.
'I fear the worst for I know I'm not at my best,' he was honest at the heart of it, the dragons would know all as it was, 'I can't take this off my chest and I can't throw this all away, I can just move forward and struggle to be better then I was. And I can only hope you all see that.' Whren lips twitched, as he prepped himself up.
'All I can do is play my heart and play it louder,' It was true, all he could do was present himself and all he was and hope it was enough. Perhaps not here but someday and some where.
He settled down carefully by the Teal and Blue Spiral Egg 'Sorry it took me so long to greet you,' he set a careful palm against the shell. 'I know at first glance I might seem incomplete, but this is more then enough.' First step to dreams and starlight. 'Let me know, if I should stay or go.'
(Songs Unlike Pluto Broken String / starlight)
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 7:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 10:20 pm
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Lusialu
The young woman bowed before Mictecath and Iweth, offering a small smile to them both, before she turned to face the eggs. The clutch was magnificent and wonderful, and she did her best to send such thoughts at the vibrantly colored eggs--but ever since her friends had gone on to Impress, ever since her foster-sister had found Hers, things hadn't been quite right with Lusialu. Her usual excitement and eagerness for Candidacy had been dulled, and everything seemed a little more forced.
The eggs each represented a possible future, a place to belong--but whose future? Hers? Part of her wanted to hope so badly that maybe, just maybe, she would find what she wanted within; but another part of her feared the inevitable disappointment. Her friends and family were all moving on without her, and as she held onto the title of Candidacy, Lusialu couldn't help but feel like she was stuck on a hold. Oh, but such thoughts were not at all happy, and certainly not any problems for the eggs to need to know.
This was meant to be a celebration of Mictecath and Iweth's clutch. That she had stood for the double clutch almost three Turns prior made this clutch extra-special. She remembered when Mictecath hatched and sought out her Hers; remembered Iweth searching for His among among the Stands. She carefully avoided thinking too much about Cadereth, his display of power, or even Eskharath and Aviforth, who didn't make it through training... Just because they hadn't been meant for Her didn't mean she hadn't thought them each wonderful--especially being the first hatchlings she had been able to meet.
Surely, Mictecath's brood would be just as wonderful. So no matter her own doubts and insecurities, she did her best to bury such negativity, and focus only on the good. Glancing around, she kept an eye out for Oranie, not wanting to crowd the other Candidate, but hoping to stick near when she made her way to the Sands.
Not wanting to look too clingy, she did step up to the Golden Sunbeam Egg. Its colors were inviting, happy even, and the sight of it did make her smile. She nodded to Nikrys, who was already there--though didn't expect any sort of acknowledgment or reply--before she pressed her hand against the shell. Such a beauty. I hope you're having a nice time in there--and thank you for letting me meet you. She focused on all the goodness and positivity she could, stroking the little shell softly. A very good egg.
Tsunake Shout out to Oranie but Lusialu needn't hover if company is unwanted. LOL
Smerdle Just some acknowledgment to fellow Candidate!
Razanel
Stepping onto the hot sands, Razanel swaggered his way over to Mictecath and Iweth, giving a low bow to both, before he turned to admire the eggs. They were beauties, the lot of them, and he was very eager to finally get to know them individually. Though he kept an eye out for Nisadee, his main focus was the clutch.
Picking his way through the eggs, he finally stopped at the Green Spotted Egg. It was large, and vibrant, and all things an egg should be. "How ya doin', stranger?" He asked cheerfully, not all intimidated. He reached out to caress the shell, admiring its color. The egg was, of course, quite large--and if he was curious about what dragon might need a shell so big, could you really blame him?
Meepfur I suspect he'll do the "how YOU doin'" upnod when he does see her. LOL
Melka
It was time! Faranth help her, Melka was excited to be on the Sands, and to finally get to properly admire and gush over Mictecath's exceptional clutch. She had been absolutely chuffed to be part of Anakumath's earlier that Turn, and was equally ecstatic to meet Mic's! While some might have been shy or unsure about their approach, Melka had every intention of meeting every egg with her twin well in tow!
Bowing before Iweth and Mictecatoh, she thanked them both, before grabbing her sister's arm to all but drag her towards the eggs. "Aren't they darling?
Which one should we meet first? Perhaps that striking one, over there?" And if Draza had any objections of going to see the Pawprint Egg, she would need to voice them, and quickly, because that was exactly where Melka wished to go!
Whether her sister came with her or not was another story.
By the time she reached the egg, Melka couldn't help but coo a bit. "You're absolutely a beauty. Meet anyone interesting? There are lots of cute boys and girls here, I'll have you know." Leave it to Melka to want to immediately talk about her fellow Candidates to an egg--but there was no guarantee the egg wouldn't be interested. What if the egg wanted an attractive rider? It would, at least, be good for the egg to get the low down well before Hatching Day.
demon_pachabel Forgive me. Draza does not need to come with--Melka just refused to let her post be crafted any different.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 5:52 am
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[ kedriom ] - he/him
It never really mattered how many times he'd done this before. Each clutch was so remarkably different that it might as well be the first time all over again, albeit with a few exceptions; his nerves still weren't quite settled, and Kedriom figured that they likely never would be. At least, not completely--the quiet kind of anxiety still buzzing about in his bones gave him an unshakable sense of urgency about it all, and he did his best to be sure that his bow to Mictecath and Iweth was as close to perfect as it could be.
The first egg he chose to approach was none other than the Pawprint Heart Egg, calming his mind as he placed his hand on its shell with only the tiniest bit of hesitation. He wanted to be sure he was ready for this, but how was he supposed to know, anyway?
...hi there. Not the strongest start, as he realizes quickly after. Kedriom takes a deep breath, doubling down on himself-- I'm excited to get to meet you. You're part of a very handsome clutch, aren't you? I know the shell doesn't mean much, but you're all very. Vibrant. A pause. It's nice.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2021 12:29 pm
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Green Vine Egg
The egg didn't physically move when Rosa touched it, but it did seem to... to almost jump, the being inside giving a little thrill of excitement. Oh!! Oh wasn't it all just so exciting! The girl would be wrapped up in the mental equivalent of a bubbly hug, little flutters of excitement rolling off the egg as Rosania traced its pattern. It was a pleasure, a delight to meet her too! Ah... but, isn't this home? There was a momentary soft confusion... and then the warm feeling returned, double-fold. Welcome to here, this can be your home too, if you're far from your own! Green Vine Egg doesn't mind sharing!
And speaking of warm welcomes to those who were coming from afar, here was another! The same familial embrace-like sensation wrapped around Shekkeh as she touched the egg, and a gentle sort of nudging sensation, as if of a friend bumping her with an elbow to get her attention. No worries at all, dear, you're doing just fine! Confidence was key, yes, and Shekkeh clearly did know her own mind—oh yes, Green Vine thinks you're doing very well indeed! And yes, please, if you've stories to share, this egg is all ears—mama and papa often shared their stories, and oh! It couldn't wait to hear even more!
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