Who

Miel, Doji, Khaylia, Xanthee, Jaune

What

Miel and Doji take the first group of candidates out to meet the eggs. Experiences may be mixed…

When

It is sunset of the first day of the twelfth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Igen Weyr - Sands

OOC Date 05 Sep 2018 05:00

 

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Sands

The out-of-doors of Igen Weyr seems a blissful respite from the oppressive heat of this sandy colosseum. Heated from beneath by volcanic vents, the air above the hatching sands shimmers, lending a sort of unreal, dream-like quality to the area beyond even the magic that happens here at Impressions. Despite its blistering temperatures, the sands are incongruously soft, almost powdery, and flat save for the worn stone queen's bower that rises up to break the monotony and provide a place of respite for the doting mother-to-be.


What better way to spend the end of the first day of Winter than on the Sands! Word has spread, at least among the Candidate ranks, that the eggs were deemed hard enough for touchings to be arranged. Sure enough, after the dinner hour, some of the weyrlingmaster staff rounded up the first few lucky individuals. Miel is in her usual high spirits, as she brightly lists off the various rules to her little gang. "… it's all common sense, in the end!" She finishes, just as they reach the edge of the Sands. "Don't do anything stupid," she reminds one last time and with a slightly more sobered tone. "And if it becomes too much, don't let pride bite you in the backside. Just come and talk to one of us and we'll dismiss you! There's no shame in it." With that, she steps back and to the side, while gesturing with a graceful sweep of her arms. Go on, Candidates! Go play nice with some eggs~

And it's not like the clutchparents would allow an egg touching to go on without them. Especially not the first one and especially not Raktraeth. The behemoth brown is at least not looming over the entrance. Both he and his rider are situated on the far side of the caverns, Doji sitting on the dragon's foreleg while Raktraeth peers as far as he can without unseating her. "They'll be careful. They're always careful." When has anybody heard of an egg coming to harm from a candidate? Nobody would be that foolhardy.

Khaylia sweeps in with dignity on HIGH. She bows to the clutch parents with just a little extra OOMPH in the bow. Ten thousand percent respectful here! Raktraeth gets a tiny bit of a wink though - she knows which clutchparent to flirt with. Then it's off to the eggs so she can show she is Just Peachy with the Just Peachy Egg.

Some eggs like…. big butts and they cannot lie!!! Get your mind out of the gutter. Clearly we're talking about nice, fleshy, slightly fuzzy peach butts. Fruit here and fruit there. Fruit by the bushel! Be careful, Khaylia. Even as you watch it just keeps multiplying and multiplying until suddenly, there's a peachy avalanche and… you're back on the sands. (To Khaylia)

Xanthee is an old hat at egg touchings now, but she still listens to Miel's instructions carefully knowing each set of clutch parents have their own quirks. Her whole body buzzes softly with anticipation to be back on the sands though, her gaze shifting over to the eggs and the peering clutch papa behind. She inclines her head respectfully in the brown's direction when they are released by the Assistant Weyrlingmaster. For a moment, Xan stands uncertain, there are so many eggs she wants to touch and doesn't know where to start. Then out of the corner of her eyes she spies Black Forest Dream Egg and decides to start there. When she gets close enough, her fingers trail softly over the surface of egg before settling her palm flat against it, lips curling into a smile as she waits to see what happens.

Xanthee: What is this darkness? Only it's not so much darkness as it is sweet. A refined sort of sweetness that isn't too much or too little. And was that a hint of berry tartness? A little razor blade nick of sharpness nestled in all that fluff! Is that what you are, too? Deceivingly sweet and appealing, lightness and dark but with a hidden note of something more? (To Xanthee)

Jaune is surprised enough to be one of the first to get welcomed onto the sands for this. He is at the tail end of the stream of candidates and gets to see several examples of the bow to the clutch-parents, so his is definitely adequete when he settles boots upon the sand and bows low to them. Then he notices he doesnt get 'first' choice, or even sixth choice. But thats fine. Its an honor just to be nominated? He'll take a long walk and settle in front of Pe-Can Do Attitude Egg and settle fingertips atop of it.

Syrupy sweet, this egg seems to have found memories of the hazy, lazy days of summer. Each second you're in contact with it, you can almost feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier as your head droops for a mid-afternoon nap and… What are you doing, Jaune? You're on the sands? (To Jaune)

"Uh…." Khaylia pulls her hand back from the egg, clearly oh-so-confused by whatever just happened in her brain. "Are they suppose to be… weird…?" Not talking to anyone in particular, she's going to go and touch Oh Honey Egg.

Don't panic! Even though each time you try to move your feet, a sticky, tacky mess binds them even firmer to the ground. With each movement you make, the amber morass creeps up just a little more, further entrapping your legs and then your chest and… is that sweet? Before it reaches your face fully for you to find out, thankfully you're back on the sands. (To Khaylia)

Xanthee hisses softly through her teeth as something seems to set them on edge. Blinking emerald eyes to clear the darkness she encounters, her lips curl further as she gives it one final pat, pleased with her first choice. She's just about to make her next move when she hears Khaylia, "Pretty much. That's just the egg kind of saying hi back." She explains with a grin before she finally settles on Happy Turnday to YOU!!! Egg drawn by the explosion of sprinkles over it. Playing connect the dots with her finger, she traces idle designs over the surface of the egg.

Three… two… one…. SURPRISE! A riot of colors explode into your field of vision, as does a cacophony of sounds and — wait, is the egg CHEERING you? It certainly seems that way! There's even a song… aww, isn't that sweet? Who doesn't love being celebrated? Be it your Turnday or just for finishing another gruelling day of chores. GO YOU!! (To Xanthee)

Jaune stands in place for quite a bit too long. Eyes shut and shoulders slumped as he stands there with the egg. Before he fades away from the egg and steps off towards another. Languid and almost groggy. Its really effort for him to move again. "Well. Its making me feel something…" A new egg! Try something else! Press hands over whipped cream of the Grandma's Pumpkin Pie Egg, like you could lift the topping away.

Sweetness and spice! What isn't there to like? It's one of the oldest and best combinations. A little of something for everyone to love! And with it comes a sense of… home and family. Who doesn't like that as well? Are you the family type, sir? Or are you more spice than nicely sweet? (To Jaune)

Xanthee can't help the giggle that bubbles out of her as she jumps a little bit, startled. Her cheeks flush with the smile that spreads over her face as she caresses the multi-colored specks over the shell for another moment, "These are all actually pleasant, sometimes, they can be a little scary." Gee, way to be helpful Xan. Seeing Oh Honey Egg is free, she makes a beeline for is, it's amber-colored layers catching her eyes as she rests both hands on it this time.

Who is inside who here? The amber layers of the egg seem to extend from the surface of the shell around you in a octagonal frame. Slowly honey treacles down the walls, filling in any surface. At least it's pretty, and that constant humming coming from deeper in the egg sounds somehow… welcoming? (To Xanthee)

Miel makes her rounds, skirting along the edges of where the clutch rests. Some of the Candidates are showing the classic signs of 'open mouthed (and silent) shock', so its to those ones that she drifts and offers reassurance. Eventually she'll lift a hand in greeting to Doji, as her path makes her come around a little closer to the brownrider and Raktraeth. Not close enough for decent conversation but she'll at least acknowledge them!

Jaune is definitely nicely sweet. Hold-born ideals and all. A soft pat to Pumpkin Pie egg before he turns to continue on. Xanthee took his egg! Well. Touched it. Jaune gapes open-mouthed at her as she presses hand to Oh Honey and does his best not to pout. He was eyeballing that one something fierce. The runner up is This Shell is Bananas egg. He must like creamy eggs.

Oh, Jaune… are you ready? Because this egg is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!!! From somewhere, a curiously smooth beat plays, one you might not be able to keep from grooving along as yellow fruit flies this way and that, occassionally interrupted by some flying vanilla cookie discs. Watch out for your head! (To Jaune)

Xanthee ponders for a moment, a little hum on her lips that mimics the buzzing resonating in her head, finding this clutch of eggs particularly welcoming so far. She only lingers a moment longer before departing that egg for the next. The cheery yellow of When Life Gives You Lemons Egg draws her in and she can't help moving towards it. One hand finds the shell as she inhales sharply, bracing herself gently.

You ready for this? Because after all that sweetness, this egg is SOUR. Pucker your lips sour and tart, right from the start! But rather than stay that way, it reveals that it has layers (just like everyone, really). Sour mellows to a gradual sweetness that is pleasant and once you work around that startling smack of citrus, you'll be rewarded with a cookie! Err… sweet crust. Everyone has one of those, right? Even if buried under a seemingly cheery-colored exterior! (To Xanthee)

There are some tell-tail signs all the weyrling staff are trained to look for to know when to call an egg touching to an end. Tail swishing? Constant shifting from one foot to another? Occassionally looming over some of the candidates closest to some eggs near him? Raktraeth has started doing all those things! And just in case Miel hadn't noticed, Doji will cough and point. "Uh, Miel?" There's also a bit of not so subtle head nodding towards the caverns exit.

"Already on it!" Miel calls back, her grin not quite a grimace but still denoting that she's taking it serious! "Sorry Candidates, that's all we're gonna get for this visit. If you'll just all calmly file out now… try not to dawdle." No rushing either! With practiced ease, the greenrider makes one last sweep around the clutch and moves on to finish with herding out this group. Not to worry, Raktraeth! It'll be all over and done with soon.

Xanthee definitely wasn't ready for it. Screwing up her face in a sharp grimace, she manages to push through the worst of it with a sharp shake of her head. Toughing it out, though, rewards her in the end and she grins at the tart egg with one final pat. She is just about to find her next one when she hears Miel's warning and makes her orderly way towards the exit, one last, fond glance tossed over her shoulder at the clutch of egg before she wanders out.

Oh. Thats an interesting egg. Jaune Was going to stay in place for awhile longer. Get to know it, except people are starting to round up again. Nervous parents being nervous and he'll filter into the pack to get moving. A subtle bump of shoulder into Xanthee as they start to go. "That was somehow more disconcerting than I was told."

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