==== September 21st, 2013
==== Kalea, Kapia, Safra
==== Peeps! At the eggs and the Candidates reeling from the wild mindscapes of the slumbering dragonets.

Who Kalea, Kapia, Safra
What Peeps! At the eggs and the Candidates reeling from the wild mindscapes of the slumbering dragonets.
When Afternoon
Where Southern Weyr

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Hatching Caverns - Galleries
Stone benches rise, black and showing the lack of polish from a thousand seats — by the look of it, these have not been used in… forever, if ever indeed.


Safra bows from the Galleries to Dhiammarath, projecting A lovely clutch! to the brooding dragon before settling onto a bench. News that the Candidates would be taking to the Sands had spread rapidly. Safra puts a finger in the book she'd taken from the Library and fans herself, plucking at her green tunic.

Kapia sneaks in, curious to have a peek at the eggs. She moves to the back row of benches, nervously leaning over to have a look at the sands below. When she catches sight of the familiar woman from the library she pauses, giving her an equally curious sort of look.

Safra nods a greeting at Kapia, she gestures with the book in her hands at Kultir and raises her eyebrows at Kapia. "Chores, right?" She snorts lightly and leans forward with interest watching the Candidates. She cocks her head, considering, "Well. It may be at that." Her eyes cloud with memory.

Kapia's sheepish smile appears again when Safra immediately figures out just what she's up to. "Y… yeah." She slinks forward. "… You heard me before, then? In the library?" She takes a seat on one of the benches, leaning forward for a better view. "I don't always do this. I promise."

Kalea's eyes have been riveted to the sands. Anything occurring around her has been drowned out by the blood rushing in her ears. At least until right this second. The sound of voices penetrates her brain and she glances around. When she spies Kapia and Safra her lips curl into an apologetic smile. She hadn't been ignoring them on purpose. It's just that the Candidates on the sands had held her full attention for a while there.

Safra sketches a salute to the Wingrider, then shrugs sheepishly herself at Kapia. Eavesdropping, quite undignified. "I didn't mean to." She puts the book beside her and looks quizzically at the newcomer, "Do what?" She tenses when she sees the Weyrleader step onto the sands. Swallowing lightly she leans over to the newcomer.

You overhear Safra mutter, "I'm Safra, … …. blue … the …" to Kapia.

When Safra salutes, Kapia immediately follows suit, firing off a quick and unpracticed salute in Kalea's direction. She then looks back to Safra and smiles again. "Skip out on chores." She answers. "I'm usually very good about it! I just have to even things about, because my brothers always shirk."

At the moment it appears very difficult for Kalea to pay attention to much going on around her. She realizes that she's been perched on the edge of her seat and manages to relax a little bit. Sliding backward into a more comfortable position. It does manage to register the salute from Safra at least. And she tilts her head toward the girl in acknowledgement.

When Safra salutes, Kapia immediately follows suit, firing off a quick and unpracticed salute in Kalea's direction. She then looks back to Safra and smiles again. "Skip out on chores." She answers. "I'm usually very good about it! I just have to even things about, because my brothers always shirk."

Safra watches in wonder, with no idea what mindscapes are painted for the Candidates. She murmurs to Kapia, "Have you been around a weyr with eggs on the Sands?" She watches the milling, shocked, noodle-legged hopefuls with dismay and amusement. She, for one, is glad not to have to do this again.

"Uh-uh." Kapia answers Safra with a shake of her head, a little bit of wonderment in her eye as she leans forward to look down at the eggs and candidates upon the sands. "I've heard you see and hear weird things when you touch a dragon egg… is that what they're doing?"

Kalea over hears the girls talking and chuckles softly. "That's what they're doing," she confirms Kapia's question. She grins at the memory of her own time in the Candidates sandals. Wow that was a very long time ago. On very distant and different sands. Today she sits and watches the Candidates wander the sands experiencing the eggs. And is quietly curious at a lot of the reactions she's seeing. It makes her wonder how she looked all those Turns ago.

Safra nods at Kalea. She leans toward Kapia so she can keep her voice low and not disturb the eggs, the Candidates and, most importantly, the clutchdam. "The bond starts here. The mindscape of the little dragonets is a wild thing while they're in the egg." She shivers with remembered distaste, "Some of them are very… hostile." She smiles warmly, the expression doesn't really suit her serious face, "But some are perfect."

Kalea doesn't seem to hear the comments of either Kapia or Safra at the moment. She is busy laughing at the antics of one Candidate. Does that kid think he's going to take off or what?! Wow.. she sighs happily at the various reactions the folk on the Sands have. Their expressions are quite priceless to be honest. Though she watches all of the egg touchers' her gaze always flits about until it finds one of them in particular. The reactions of the one making her lips quirk in amusement before she forces herself to gaze around at the others.

"That sounds sort of…" Kapia searches for the right word, frowning a little as she watches. "… overwhelming. Don't know how they prepare for something like that." She sighs. "I also don't know how they deal with being down on those hot sands. Shards, I'm sweating up here and we're far away from them."

Safra nods fervent agreement. "It is overwhelming." She nods, eyes casting off into the upper reaches of the caverns, searching out memory, "For a good while." Some of the more choice words from the junior weyrwoman and the weyrleader reach Safra and she blushes faintly, concertedly watching the Candidates. She sighs at Kapia's query, "At some weyrs, this time or else-time, it's truer than others."

Kalea's breathe hisses between her teeth when Candidates begin near falling or in the case of an important one actually falling. The quickly taken breath is held while she glances from one Candidate to another. At least none of them fell into any of the eggs. Well now that was a tense moment for the mother to be. Probably the hormones at work making her nervous watching an egg touching. She just didn't want anything or anyone hurt. Though now that everyone is still moving she reminds herself to take regular breaths again.

Kapia just continues to blink and watch with a mixture of amazement and mild embarassment. "So they just… wander around groping eggs and discussing sex?" She tilts her head to one side. "… I'm amazed it's that appealing, with the heat coming off those sands. So sweaty."
Kapia's cheeks turn a little red as she overhears some snippets of what Q'fex is saying down on the sands. She bites her lower lip. "Wow… the stories about weyr life are true, huh?"

Safra shakes her head. "The weyrleader, Q'fex and the junior Weyrwoman, Hannah, are the… hmmm… salacious ones." She nods at the Candidates spilling and fleeing the sands, "The Candidates have enough going on just keeping themselves here." She looks at the leaders, a worried, sad look on her face and anyone looking very closely might see a minute shake of her head. A mental plea at the two, Please, please, keep it together.

"… Oh." Kapia replies to Safra, pressing a finger to her lips and looking somewhat confused. "So they're… weyrmates? Or they just like to… talk about those sorts of things?" The whole scene ongoing on the sands is clearly fascinating to her.

With some of the candidates leaving the sands Kalea feels as though she's lingered as long as she dares to. She doesn't want to be spied by anyone on the sands. The rumors that are circulating about her are hard enough to put to rest. Besides she is starting to feel hungry and so it's probably time to go and get something to eat. The spectacle that Hannah and Q'fex are making get a brief glance from her. She's mildly curious. But to be honest she has more than her own share of drama at the moment. She slides off her seat and nods politely to those around her as she tries to quietly exit the galleries.

"No." Safra sighs, "They're not weyrmates." She blushes, glad of the sands' heat to mask her embarassment. "They're just…" she shrugs and gestures at the two leaders. "Them." She closes her eyes, willing a message to the skies, Thread is coming. Please keep it together. For all of us. She sketches a salute at the departing wingrider.

Kapia once again copies the salute before her mystified gaze returns to the sands. "Wow…" There's a little pause. "Weyr life is… a lot different than it is in the holds. So much more, uhm…" She can't seem to find the word.

Safra nods and rolls her eyes. "Here especially." She slumps, That's not fair. That things are different here is why I have Saevasanth. She looks at Kapia, "I'm grateful for my place here," she seems to be reassuring herself, "…it's… very forgiving." She smiles briefly as a friend takes the Sands and leans forward, "That's Sytin. He's a good kid. I hope he Impresses come the hatching." Her chest tightens with worry, hoping that he finds pleasant mindscapes and knowing he won't.

"… Must be the heat." Kapia concludes. She is clearly not at all accustomed to the climate. She makes a futile attempt at fanning herself with her hand. The candidate pointed out by Safra is eyed, and she smiles a little. "Oh, yeah?" She tilts her head. "His face is kinda handsome."

Safra cocks her head, considering the young former-Smith. She nods, "He will be. Good brow." She plucks at her tunic, trying to create a small flow of air under the fabric. She leans back on the benches, "It does take some getting used to."

"Well, sure, I mean… in four or five turns." Kapia says with a little shrug of her shoulders and another sheepish grin. She tries to wipe the sweat from her brow as she looks back at the candidates reacting to the egg touches. "Wow… it seems so… dramatic."

Safra leans forward. She looks briefly at Kapia and turns her eyes quickly back to the sands, "It is." She wonders what passed between Q'fex and Hannah. It didn't seem pleasant.

Safra rises to her feet at Sytin's dismay. She swallows and sits back down abruptly. Her brows knit with concern for her friend. "They're not in any real danger." She hopes.

Kapia looks a little worried herself, blinking at the drama down upon the sands. "… Is it normally like this?" She gets to her feet as well, but is in less of a hurry to retake her seat. "M'gonna… step outside, I think. Too hot in here."

:nods at Kapia's retreat. It is hot. Especially for one newly arrived. And strange. Doubly so. She still wasn't accustomed to the goings on of the weyr at large. So many poisonous relationships. She closes her eyes, clamping down on the fear that rises inside, Please let us stand together. Please let us be ready.

Safra nods at Kapia's retreat. It is hot. Especially for one newly arrived. And strange. Doubly so. She still wasn't accustomed to the goings on of the weyr at large. So many poisonous relationships. She closes her eyes, clamping down on the fear that rises inside, Please let us stand together. Please let us be ready.

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