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The Radiant Coast; Aesulla Opening Ceremonies!
Topic Started: Mar 24 2015, 05:00 PM (8,721 Views)
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“It would definitely please me,” Maksim shot back, taking the teasing in stride. “Out of my way.” A slight shove as he passed, and then a grin. “Peasant.”

It was good to know that, no matter what had happened before, Zemal hadn’t allowed his new rank to go to his head. Maksim knew from personal experience how easy it was to become smitten with yourself, to bask in your fame. And it was fun, occasionally. Most of the time. Right now, however, he was glad that there was nothing like that between the two of them. It’d be hard, trying to remember that he wasn’t the famous one anymore.

He fell into step with his old friend, and glanced at the gryphon as it strode along beside them. Could gryphons hear very well? He didn’t want to say something impolite and end up gutted before he even had a chance to so much as look at a dragon egg. “He doesn’t seem to like me,” he muttered to the prince as they went along. “How did you end up with a gryphon, anyway? Nevermind,” He said almost as quickly. “Don’t tell me. Or, wait to tell me. Wait until we sit down.”

Maksim dumped himself into a seat once they arrived, and he quickly came to the same conclusion as his friend: Being royalty had its perks. The quiet was blissful, and he eyed the bottle of champagne in its cooler with more than just a passing interest. Being an Elf did have its perks; It meant that he was free to drink alcohol, while many of his peers were not. He reached for the bottle as soon as it was offered to him.

“I missed you, too.” It was easiest to start there, and he licked a drop of champagne off his thumb when he finished pouring a flute for the two of them. He set the bottle back in its cooler, and handed the drink over to Zemal. “A lot.” More than a lot, actually. Zemal had been his best friend, one of his only friends. Not having him around had been desperately lonely, but Zemal didn’t need to know that. He didn’t want to make the other elf feel guilty for something that was obviously not his fault.

“I’ve been alright,” He started after a sip. “Nothing life changing, like you. Unless you consider coming here a life changing event, I suppose.” He grinned. “Took a page out of your book. Left, and didn’t look back. Parents weren’t too happy, but.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.” It was probably best to leave out all the poor choices he had made between the time Zemal left, and the point at which Maksim arrived here.

“So… Tell me. How did you meet the gryphon?”


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Lysander
Tag: Mistophelees, Yggrdrasil, and Thalron



“I don’t require anything at the moment,” Lysander assured the guard. “But, thank you. The honor is mine. I don’t often get the chance to meet dragons,” He continued on after barely a pause. For a sick man, he certainly could speak at length, though he became more breathless the longer he went on. Excitement could be exhausting. “Oh, if you don’t mind,” He added after a moment, “Brother would be just fine.” Father was, he supposed, his formal title, but Brother felt more comfortable. He was used to it.

And he was comfortable. He sighed as he settled back against his seat, and the aching in his legs began to slowly subside. “You’ve been very kind. Bless you.”

He meant that for the both of them. Both his hosts were absolutely charming, and it was hard not to feel excited. Lysander’s heart was racing; He had so many questions! Was it polite to ask a dragon what it was like to be in the air? Was it rude, to want to touch their scales, or ask about their elements and powers? There was so much he wanted to know, but didn’t feel correct in asking. He was about to speak again when a lovely young man made his way up to their seating area. He appeared to be a Candidate, and Lysander cocked his head, curious as to what this young man would be doing up here. He didn’t mind, of course. And even if he had, it wasn’t his place to speak. Instead, he smiled as Daisy promptly wagged her tail, tongue already going to work over the young man’s face and hands. “It’s quite alright!” He laughed softly. “You can pet her all you like. She loves attention.”

His lady spoke up, and Lysander averted his gaze. It didn't feel quite right to be eating from the Titans' tables. The mention of vegetarian options, however, did prick his interest. Lysander wasn't necessarily vegetarian by choice: Rich meats were difficult for him to consume, and often made him sick. "You do?" He asked after a moment, hesitant. "I mean-- Would it be an issue for me, to--?" He paused when his lady addressed the Candidate who had asked about his dog, and—

Thalron!? He? Oh, no.

How embarrassing. And to believe, he had thought, perhaps—

“I’m so sorry,” He breathed, though it was likely unclear what he was sorry for. He covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking. “My lords, my ladies, I apologize.”


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Thalron was not the most prim or proper titan out there, and he had yet to decide on a nation 'outfit' so it was pretty understandable how he could be mistaken for a candidate, he really had no idea that the priest had made such an assumption. He was somewhat preoccupied with the dog which he was happily petting and playing with, he almost missed when Ygg asked if he was enjoying himself at the event.

“Oh, it's alright. I'm not sure what some of these songs are talking about though... And someone said that Fae had a nice badonk, but wouldn't tell me what that was.” He said this primarily to Yggdrasil, not actually attempting to make a humorous/awkward situation... This time. After he spoke a little bit of energy crackled over his form for a moment, and the lights nearby seemed to glow slightly brighter for a moment. It didn't seem to effect anything else nearby though, not even frizzing up the dogs hair. He glanced over to Lysander after that and furrowed his brow a little bit. “You're.. Um... Forgiven? I don't think you did anything that you needed to apologize for.” He was completely oblivious to the others inner monologue, or that he had mistaken the titan for a candidate. The only thing he could think of was that maybe he was apologizing for asking for food? That was kind of silly, there was food in here, and out there for candidates. It's not like he was getting special treatment.

...No wait, he was getting special treatment, but it didn't matter. Or at least, the young titan didn't think it mattered enough to feel sorry about it, or otherwise embarrassed. There were a few more pressing questions on his mind anyways, both Ygg and Mist-somethingsomething called him father! and then he said he was their... brother..? That did not make any sense. “How'd you become Yggdrasil, and Mistos father and brother?” As he spoke he not so subtly took a leftover bit of sandwich from the table next to them and fed it to Daisy.

Other than the random electrical discharge into the area there did seem to be a slight pressure building up in the air, it likely wasn't evident to many except to those in tune with lightning or earth elements. It was similar, if not a much, much weaker feeling than the last few times the young titan had practically erupted with his often devastating elements. By now Ygg, and his escorts knew this didn't actually mean he was going to do something, but it happened whenever he was starting to feel restless or cooped up. It was often followed by him zooming off somewhere, sometimes without warning.


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Teagan shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the announcements continued. Business before pleasure. though the fabricator was beyond convinced that the concert would not be to her liking. Soon though, Terminus relinquished the stage with no little in the means of fanfare as the purported rockstar took the stage, mic held high as the whole assembly rose into raucous cheers and screaming. It wasn't enough to make her flinch, she had worked with worse before, though it was infectious. She could feel the adulation of the crowd welling in her chest and it was almost enough to draw a sound from her own throat. Almost, but not quite. Her applause was respectful; she did not anticipate enjoying what it was she'd be listening to but it was by no means a reflection of her opinion of this Faeveren-she didn't even know the woman, ergo, who was she to judge?

The small carrying case for her earplugs was tucked neatly away in a pocket once more as they all rose for the national anthem. It was one song at least, that she would not be loathe to hear and in fact she had made some effort to ensure she'd learned it on the trip over; anything to get the taste of Nondir from the back of her throat. In the coming years, this would be home after all-bonded or not. There was little she could see now that would change that, nor did she want to; anywhere but Nondir. As the anthem subsided into another roar of applause and simmering adulation before the rockstar called for a brief pause to speak of the destruction that had befallen everyone following Nondir's graduation ceremony. Truer words had not been spoken thus far, though the somewhat somber tone left the fabricator with hunched shoulders as she sought her seat once again. The brief reminder dredged up the unshakable memory of the ominous voice following the bright flash of the new titan's light. The words were far less kind then.

And then all was noise. Too much noise for her liking, though she knew the reason behind it as she waited for the cacophony to dwindle. The little round case opened easily enough before she tugged the bright orange plugs out, getting them in both ears just in time before securing the inner nylon corded portions quickly thereafter. She could still feel the beat of the music as the concert began in earnest. The plugs weren't a perfect barrier despite the custom fit after all-but the general consensus remained that she had absolutely no interest in what was playing. She'd have to make some serious noise later, once they got back to the room.







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With the new Titan's presence officially announced, Fae was free to go back to her music, which she did with relish. If this was to be her last concert for the foreseeable future then she fully intended to enjoy it, even if she was limited in the number of songs she was allowed to sing. Left to her own devices she might have played all night, but the house band was going to be taking over with some simple background music once she was finished so that she could mingle--and presumably because there were some other events planned for the night that she might need to be present for. Whatever the reason for the restriction, it meant she had to choose her remaining two songs carefully, and though some might not consider it appropriate, Fae elected to go with one of her more recent hits to help off-set the somewhat rebellious tone she'd set up earlier. Maybe. A little.

She had at least half the crowd singing and dancing along with her before the end, and once the song wrapped up they erupted into cheers again. Fae reveled in it, basking it the noise as much as she was able, as if she might somehow be able to store up all of that energy to last her in the long, bleak months of monotony to come. There wasn't much of a delay before she rolled right into her third and final song of the evening, another party favorite to settle everyone firmly into a celebratory mood. Hopefully, anyway. Those who didn't care for her music likely weren't going to be impressed, but eh, you couldn't make everyone happy no matter what you did.

When the last song ended Fae was left with no choice but to take her bows and make her way from the stage, however reluctant she was to do so. If she was the crying sort she might have indulged in a few tears, but there wasn't anything she could do besides get this whole damn fool candidacy thing over with as quickly as possible so that she could get back to her normal life, and that was fully what she intended to do. But for now, there was a party to attend, and thoughts of having a little too much fun tonight quickened her step as she hastened to a backstage bathroom. Her shower was quick and perfunct before Faerveren slipped into her actual candidate uniform. It wasn't quite as comfortable as her stage uniform had been, but rules were rules. She didn't bother with makeup afterward, simply checking that her eyes and hair remained unchanged from their earlier configuration before turning to head back out.

Her progress was impeded when she very nearly ran someone over. It was difficult to see who it was in the lower lightning, but they were wearing a candidate uniform and appeared to be a willowy female with rainbow colored hair who seemed to be trying to escape the party for some reason.

"Whoa, hey, sorry about that," Fae said with a grin, reaching out without thinking to give the girl's hair a light tug. "Sweet hair, I'm digging the dye job. Where you headed? There's nothing--" Oh. Oh, was she crying? It was hard to tell in the low light, but the elf ducked her head anyway to try and get a better look, a concerned frown marring her brow. "Hey, are you alright?"

Zemal and Ramahendra; tag Maksim

The Prince accepted the flute of champagne with murmured thanks, more interested in hearing what Maksim had to say than in the alcohol itself. No, his parents wouldn't be happy about him running off to join the army, would they? Probably not even if they learned that Maksim's best friend was actually a Prince. Especially not if it took the attention away from their precious baby boy, never mind that Zemal wanted nothing to do with any sort of rich and famous lifestyle.

"'The gryphon' is right here," Ramahendra answered ascerbically before Zemal even had a chance. He seated himself on the floor next to the Prince's chair, tail curled primly around his legs as he glared at Maksim. This new elf was... interesting, to say the least, and he wasn't quite sure how to peg Maksim just yet. He certainly did nothing to prompt Zemal to act in any sort of dignified manner. "He also has a name and is quite capable of speaking for himself. I am Ramahendra, and my family has the great honor of guarding the Empress Alistiana and her kin."

"After I was..." Zemal waved his hand slightly; he still did not particularly care to think of his own death. "I was taken into hiding to preserve my safety as I healed. Ramahendra's family has guarded the Lomiran line for many many years, so it was only natural that I too receive the same protection. He chose to bond to me shortly thereafter."

"It was less a choice and more a compulsion--not that I object," the gryphon added. "The nature of a bond is mysterious still, as is whatever drives one to be formed. Had Zemal been in Lomira where he belonged at the time of my birth, I likely would have bonded to him then instead of being made to wait until he returned from his seclusion."

"The Empress had good reason to send me away," Zemal admitted slowly, though there was still a touch of bitterness to his voice and a faint grimace on his features. "Apparently, my... my father and grandparents were both assassinated by Vicarous, and she rightly feared that I would be next. So I was taken away and given a false name and a false life, with Eidolon to help shield and protect me so that Vicarous might never find me. And he might not have if I hadn't run off like a damn fool and left Eidolon behind. Once her illusions began to wear thin, it didn't take him long to figure out who I was."

It still left a bad taste in his mouth that he was related to that... that violent, murderous pyschopath. That was a distinction that above else he might have wished to avoid, but it was what it was. Zemal could no more deny his blood ties to Vicarous than he could those same blood ties to Alistiana, even if he still was not able to call her mother.

Marcus; tag Teagan

It was not so different as he'd expected it to be, being on the opposite side of the line for the opening ceremony. In the past Marcus had been just one of the hundred or so candidate hopefuls attempting to bond. Now, he was one of the assistants patrolling the grounds to keep things from getting too much out of hand. Of course, that was going to curb his ability to really get down and enjoy the party himself, but... You had to give some to get some, and he was lucky that Aterrimus had agreed to take him on as an assistant this season. There was no guarantee that he'd have any more luck bonding than he'd had as an official candidate, of course, but at least he'd be near enough to the eggs to be a potential option if his dragon did finally decide to hatch.

Too many ifs, too many maybes and possiblys and could-bes. Marcus didn't like it, that lack of control, but there wasn't really anything to be done about it. You couldn't force a bond (unless you were an insane motherfucker like Vicarous), so you either had to resign yourself to taking the risk or find another line of work. It was funny, really, given his normal love of risky behavior, but skydiving from a plane twenty thousand feet in the air was a whole different sort of rush than standing on the grounds (again) and feeling the disappointment creep in (again) as the number of eggs slowly dwindled down to zero and left you standing there dragonless. Again.

He sighed, pulling himself from his thoughts with a faint shake. It was too early in the season to be indulging in that sort of behavior, and besides, he loathed self-pity. Marcus was doing everything in his power to try and achieve his goal, and it was either going to be enough or it wasn't and there was no sense moping about it. Especially when he had a hundred plus candidates to try and keep an eye on as the evening rolled onward. No doubt more than a few of them were going to get thoroughly soused, and there was enough dry tinder around to catch a spark even without everything that had gone down in Nondir. There was the Prince to keep an eye on, though he did have his own personal entourage, and then the centaurs...

How did a half-horse being ride a dragon anyway? Supposedly they were capable of learning a human form, but Marcus had yet to see any of them take said form. He was also concerned about the general relations between the centaur people and the humans and elves, especially with the potential for booze to get involved. The last thing they needed was for someone to do something stupid and potentially alienate Etharius...

Something caught his eye as he strolled slowly around a cluster of candidates, a faint gleam of metal in one of the candidate's hands. It was difficult to see what exactly it was, or why she had it, but it looked the perfect size for someone who wanted to sneak something slightly less than legal into the party--and if his memory served, that particular candidate was from Nondir. It wasn't entirely beyond the realm of reason that she was sneaking illicit drugs in for either her own use or to try and sell. Whatever her reason, it might mean a one way ticket right back to Nondir, and given the state that city was in at the moment Marcus didn't really want to wish that on anyone.

He changed course and began weaving through the seats until he was standing next to Teagan, waving away the candidate seated next to her so he could claim the lad's chair for himself. Marcus didn't hurry, nor did he immediately jump to conclusions. If not for the difference in his uniform--it was more silver than white and had the bronze dragon-wing bars of an assistant on his shoulder--he might have just been one more candidate amidst the sea of them who decided to annoy Teagan for any number of reasons.

"So, what's in the box?" Marcus asked, both leaning in and raising his voice to be heard over the music. He was as of yet unaware that Teagan was wearing ear plugs and might not hear him regardless. "Hopefully nothing that's going to make me have to do an assload of paperwork instead of enjoying this most excellent party Terminus was so thoughtful to throw for us."
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"That's your roommate?!" Brie's surprise carried over the crowd as she digested that little tidbit of information. Why on earth would they have paired Minerva with a celebrity? Security, perhaps? She was a great warrior and it was unlikely that her shire companion would stand for that little truth not being fully realized. Or perhaps something more mundane? If the option of a private suite were not available, pairing Faeveren with a human that was very familiar with her music might well drive the elf to madness-if the crowd was anything to go off of. An unfamiliar centaur seemed, in that light, a lesser evil to inflict upon one so clearly popular. Whatever the case may have been, it still felt wholly out of left field.

"You're taller than me, see if you can find Ida in this mess...or Aza. I don't think it wise to speak to either directly." What if they decided to bolt, or shrug off the issue at hand? Who knew. Causing a scene during a ceremony was exactly the opposite of what they needed to be doing. They were there to represent their race respectfully, after all. The music was far more infectious than her suspicions however, and the little fjord continued to tap out the music on her hooves with a pleasant flick of her tail. It was nice, upbeat, but a tad overly loud. Perhaps later she could listen to it again without such a huge crowd practically foaming at the mouth.

"It's different from what we have back home. I just hope it doesn't always have such loud crowds to contend with. I do not want to listen to people cheering all the time." She would enjoy herself, one way or another. How could she not with Minerva in such close proximity? If only the shire knew how to dance-ah well, the concert would be short. They were already into the second song and it felt like some sort of climactic event. There was more to do tonight than listen to one popular artist play all evening.

"I'm staying with Aidan," Brie pointed out the little speckled spitfire in the crowd-finding short centaurs was easier for her-Dan had a few inches on her though. "Should go see what she's up to, yeah?"
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"Yes she is my roommate." The large shire horse said and nodded her head a she stretched a bit. She had no idea why but she half felt the Elf would request a transfer to a private suite or something. Most celebrities would in her opinion at least. If it was for protection then one could not ask for any better than Minerva, the massive steampowered horse was not one to be messed with lightly after all. Minerva would be a good roommate for anyone really! She even sang a little herself, though her voice was much deeper then her roommates.

When Brie asked her to look for Ida or Aza Minerva stood up straight to full height and looked around the place. There was a lot of people here, it was impressive really. For someone used to her herd she had not expected to see so many people about. Truth be told she found it kind of overwhelming. It took sometime but she spotted Aza. "There is Aza, he appears to be talking to Basa at the moment." She nodded and pointed over the crowd towards the two other centaurs.

"Yes, quieter is something I approve of." She nodded a bit and smiled at Brie "I shall try and find you a copy of it, that way you can listen to it in a quieter setting." She nodded a bit and then began to dance just a little bit to try and keep Brie entertained or at least to make it look like she wasn't such a grumpy guss...plus she liked to see Brie happy.

As Brie pointed out the small spitfire in the crowd "Well at least you're rooming with someone familiar, it should make getting along easier...and yes I think perhaps we should go and see her...after all it will keep me from dancing horribly." She chuckled and began to walk towards Aidan trying to clear a path for Bria.
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There was something to be said for the beat of the music that Teagan couldn't fully tune out. Though the lyrics were largely muffled by the headphones, the beat reverberated through the hatching grounds and wheedled its way under the skin, compelling her foot to tap. Damn. Well it could be worse. The effervescent sound would end soon enough after all; the ceremony had barely started and there was a great deal of business to still attend to before the celebrations fully kicked in. Hopefully Rurick was enjoying himself more than she was for the time being. He seemed to like the more upbeat tunes rather than guttural, industrial mayhem. In the crowd she hadn't been able to find her brother at all, but to be honest, she had no intention of looking for him until much later. Being separated wouldn't hurt and it gave him an opportunity to meet new people.

The music shifted near seamlessly into a second song. Nothing to hold her interest. The same poppy nonsense as before. She was still tapping her foot though, as the beat played out through the floor. Despite her best efforts the music still had her attention, leaving Teagan largely oblivious to everything else around her. It wasn't until another candidate got up and jostled her slightly that she thought to look around at who was nearby. Why was it that one of the hatching staff sitting next to her? Who knew. She couldn't hear him though, but it didn't seem terribly pressing. The raised voice was a loud muffle and she couldn't make him out over the din that her earplugs were already blocking out. It must have been important for them to move all this way over here.

Fumbling for the cord, Teagan pulled the inner portion from one of the ear plugs before giving the assistant more of her attention, leaving the small case on her lap as she did so. "Sorry, I didn't catch any of that? Is something wrong?
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All the noise and the bodies and the warmth had been massively underestimated by the little centaur and she seemed to be almost anxious to find an impossible quiet corner in the mire of dancing, whooping partygoers. The beat thumped in her head and her lungs and it made figuring out the best route home difficult. Even more aggravating were the careless dancers who bumped around into her with nary an attempt at an apology and some of them seemed to expect her to apologise instead! She wasn't even moving!

It was only whilst she was glancing around that she noticed two of her herd-mates wading through the morass of giddy revellers. Oh thank goodness it was Brie. And Minerva. She tried shouting to them but it was about as useful as a chocolate teapot, so instead she reared up just enough to catch their attention and wave them on over before she was accidentally swept away. Dan had been interested when it came to looking at and learning about new things but there was such a thing as Too Much, and this was very much it.
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Oh, shit. They could talk, couldn’t they? Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should have been paying better attention. HE wasn’t about to apologize, however, and hardened his gaze slightly as the gryphon reprimanded him. He was too smart than to snap. The gryphon had long claws, and Maksim didn’t want a closer look.

“Sorry,” He said at last. “I didn’t mean to— Offend.” Not that he thought that what he’d said had been all that offensive. “I’m not used to talking to gryphons. I’ve never met one before. So, sorry.” He rolls his shoulders back as he shifts in his seat.

He doesn’t want to be jealous of Zemal, and in reality, he doesn’t think he is. Not really, anyway. Not in the way that he wants what he has. Maksim doesn’t want the fame and the glory. But he’s jealous of Ramahendra, and he’s jealous of the fact that he’ll likely have a dragon, too. What sort of dragon wouldn’t want Zemal? He kicks his legs slightly and pulls a face.

“I don’t blame you. I mean, I did, for a while.” That admission comes easily enough. “I was furious at you for a long time. But then I figured that we’re friends, and you wouldn’t have left me if you didn’t want to, or isn’t have to. So it doesn’t matter. I know you had to. And that’s okay. And if someone tries to kill you again,” He adds with a smirk, “I’ll get them first. And I’ll be doubly dangerous with a dragon, right? You’ll have to fire Ramahendra,” He grins at the beast. “And I can take your place as your body guard. May not have the ancient lines or ties or anything, but I can still pull my weight. Right? So.” He pours himself another glass of champagne.

“You’ll get a floral dragon for sure. A little pink one, with a big flower on its head.”



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Aralyn had a big problem with remembering words she'd spoken as soon as they left her lips. Especially when she was distracted by such upbeat music. Or colors. Or people. Or fanciful things she never ever thought she'd see in her lifetime. So when Rurik asked her what she couldn't even, Aralyn had to fight to remember what she said. "Can't even what? Huh? Oh. No, it's just a figure of speech, Rurik. Basically, it's just me saying I can't deal with what's going on-- but in a good way. It's so overwhelming and fun, I just can't even handle what I'm hearing and seeing and my brain is having SUCH a hard time processing all of this, it's just... awesome."

Beaming at the younger candidate, Aralyn had to rise up on her tiptoes to see as Faerveren introduced the newest Titan to make its presence known to the world. "Oh. My. Goodness." Barely breathing the words out loud, Aralyn's wide blue eyes grew even wider-- if that was even possible.

"Meet him? Oh my gosh, I can't even..." Aralyn began to trail off but realized she was leaving her sentences unfinished again as her brain twirled off onto a completely different tangent. "Begin to think that would ever happen to me! Maybe we will though, that'd be the coolest thing ever! I wonder what he sounds like." Aralyn enjoyed the timbre of Terminus' voice when he'd spoken before and the possibility of meeting the new Titan and hearing his voice was thrilling to say the least.

At the mention of food though, Aralyn's stomach let out a massive growl. Clutching it dramatically, Aralyn pretended to swoon before laughing wildly. "Oh, Rurik, I sure hope so. Otherwise I might die of hunger soon." Though her smile remained wide, it did diminish somewhat when she realized what she'd said. She still didn't know much about Rurik and his sister's past but she did know that they'd come from Nondir and that money had been... tight to say the least. Hopefully she wouldn't figuratively step on her friend's toes by joking about being so hungry she could die.




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At a very young age, Hanna had been taught never to let those who might have power over you see you cry-- not unless it was intended as a power play. And she didn't have any power over those she'd tried to conversate with. So when she stormed off, the sheen of tears over her eyes had been hard to hide. The... mundane people she shoved out of her way she didn't care about at the moment.

Especially once one of them bumped into her as she tried to elbow someone else away from her. The person-- a female with a familiar voice-- tried to apologize to her. Spinning around, Hanna tried to stifle a sniffle, but as she realized who was apologizing and touching her hair, Hanna's stifled sniffle turned into a full on nose flare.

"You don't get to comment on my hair you-- you--- you show-stealer!" Hanna barked, grabbing her hair back from Fae's fingers. First thing in the morning, first thing!, she was going to get her hair back. Get rid of this colorful monstrosity and get her signature honey gold locks back. The small heart on her cheek flared red with Hanna's cheeks, glowing faintly in the darkening light.

"I. Am. Fine." she growled, eyes narrowed at Fae's form. "It's all your fault. The prince isn't going to care about meeting me, all he's going to want to do is meet you, Ms. Rock Star. It doesn't matter that I have to endure hours of prep work, starve myself all day to keep from ruining the makeup, the clothes, the flawlessly pristine appearance. Either stretching the muscles of my face smiling for hours at a time or keep my jaw locked so tight I can't speak for days afterwards. All you have to do is sing. But do I get recognition as being equally as famous as you are at the opening ceremonies? No. Go away, Faerveren. Leave me alone."
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Marcus; tag Teagan

Marcus flicked his attention briefly to the recently revealed earplug, arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. They weren't against the rules, not really, and in truth he could hardly blame Teagen for having them. In spite of its vast size the hatching cavern was currently filled to the brim with a cacophony of noises, and while Faerveren's music was catchy, he too couldn't exactly say it was to his liking. Still, it was just a little bit rude to bring earplugs to an event with important people giving speeches, but while he was perfectly able to call her out on them, he decided that they were the lesser of potential evils right now.

"Just wondering what's in the box," he called again, raising his voice over a crescendo in the current song. Damn but he'd picked a bad time to do this, but there was no sense in causing a potential stir by pulling Teagan aside somewhere quieter for a private discussion. Marcus pointed to the item in question with his cybernetic hand as he continued. "It's the perfect size to carry an awful lot of little things, and I need to make sure there's nothing in there I have to worry about."

Hopefully she wasn't the sort to flip her lid and have a hissy fit about being accused of possessing illicit things. He really didn't care to have to escort her from the ceremony, or to deal with any potential paperwork the incident might generate. While he was grateful for the opportunity presented to him as an assistant, Marcus loathed the paperwork.

Zemal and Ramahendra; tag Maksim

"Very few people have had the privilege of meeting my kind," Ramahendra answered with a faint rustling of his wings and a click of his beak. That he did not press the matter of said offense was perhaps the only tacit acceptance of the apology that Maksim was likely to get. "There are few of us, and we are in service to the most ancient of nobility. It is to be expected that you have never met a gryphon before."

Zemal shot the gryphon a look before turning his attention back to Maksim. It was quite possible that he was going to have to limit contact between the two simply because they both had a similar sort of... personal flair. Of the two, Ramahendra was more dangerous when upset, but he was well able to recall the sort of temper Maksim was capable of as well. Best for everyone, then, that he try to avoid the two of them going at each others' throats for one offense or another.

They weren't going to make it easy on him, though.

"ExCUSE you?!" Ramahendra began at the insinuation that Maksim was going to, could ever replace him, the son of a Titan gryphon. He rose to his feet and might have gone on had Zemal not interceded, sitting forward in his seat enough that he was able to jump to his feet on a moment's notice if necessary.

"It was a joke, Rama!" he said, voice firm. He'd learned long ago that trying to plead reason with the gryphon did not work; Ramahendra did not respect people who were not ready to stand boldly for their cause, and so Zemal had to be unyielding. The prince gave Maksim a quick look and a raised brow, hoping he'd catch on that Ramahendra was far too serious to really take a joke.

"Well it wasn't funny!" the gryphon retorted waspishly, giving his feathers a ruffle and shooting Maksim a sharp glare before settling down again and muttering under his breath. "As if you could actually replace ME..."

Zemal sighed and turned a rueful smile on his friend. "Nothing wrong with Floral dragons, they're quite handy little things," he pointed out, hoping to return the mood to something a bit lighter. "I could see myself a healer easily enough, and I daresay I'd prefer it to actually fighting." The prince took a sip of champagne and eased back a little in his chair now that it seemed Ramahendra wasn't about to try and kill anyone. "I suppose it'll be a Sound dragon for you, then. Maybe your parents will forgive you for becoming a candidate if you bond to an operatic dragon prodigy."

Faerveren; tag Hanna

She might have let it all go had Hanna not insulted her singing. Fae had more than her fair share of dealing with drama queens and kings of all sorts, both in the music industry and back when she herself had been a model. Long ago she'd realized that the best way to deal with them was to ignore them and not let them drag her down into their mess of a life. Better to just move on and keep aiming for the top. She might not have minded even if Hanna had claimed she was a terrible singer, because Fae knew otherwise, but to sit back and denounce her talent as something... something less?

"Oohh, so you're famous?" was her rejoinder, her voice dry and cold as ice. There were cameras around somewhere, she knew, and they'd come looking if she didn't make an appearance soon, but she wasn't about to let this slide. "That's funny, I don't recognize you."

Fae let that sit between them for a moment, her chin raised almost in challenge as she folded her arms across her chest. Really, the best thing to do was just walk away but she was already having a shitty week after being basically coerced into candidacy and not being able to perform again until this entire mess was over with, and she had tried to apologize.

"Oh, but I guess I am just some rock star," Fae continued in a mock polite voice. "I mean, I probably don't know anyone important or anything. Jeez, I bet since singing is just so easy that you could do it without even trying! So," and she gestured up to the stage where the band still played. "Give it a shot. I'm sure the audience would just love a second act."
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How could a beast who looked so terrifying be so boring? Zemal was careful not to show his impatience, and although his first instinct was to roll his eyes at the rebuff, he resisted. This was, apparently, Zemal's friend. And Maksim didn't want to show his ass here, especially not after they had been apart for so long. Maybe it was because they had been so close that it felt longer than it had actually been. Not that it mattered, in the end. A few years was still too long of a time to go without seeing your best friend, and Maksim wished their time together could be a bit less interrupted. Besides, it was hardly his fault that the beast couldn't take a joke, and he responded to Zemal's quirked eyebrow with an exasperated lift of his hands and slightly opened mouth. How was he supposed to know the bird was as boring as he sounded?

"Well, you can't replace me," He couldn't resist muttering in reply. "I was here first. And I've got thumbs."

He didn't feel threatened by the Gryphon. Not in any real sense, anyway. Maksim knew that being Bonded to another creature was uncontrollable, and it was supposed to be very different from anything like the relationships people had with each other. No one, not even Ramahendra, could replace what Maksim and Zemal had. He was confident of that.

That didn't mean that he wasn't above trying to get the last word in, however and he plunged into the next topic with the hopes of leaving the gryphon scrambling for a reply.

"I'd rather be bonded to a pig," He laughed at once. "I've had enough music to last me a lifetime. Besides," He added, only a little bit smug, "No one can carry a harmony like I can, anyway. The poor dragon would always be struggling to catch up. Or," And he grinned, before he nudged Zemal in the ribs with his elbow, "Do you disagree? You girlfriend was up there, singing. What do you think? She and I, wrapped up in a harmony... It's enough to send shivers down your spine, right?"





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The music seemed to have picked up into an awful screech, and the excitement of the crowd wasn't going to abate at any time either. Without the diminished cacophony, Teagan didn't care to take the earplugs out entirely. The one side would have to do for the time being as she picked his words out of the raucous noise. The little metal tin was the cause of all this fuss? Really? It was just a case for her earplugs, it hadn't been visible until she tugged them out for the concert and yet here they were, about to have this conversation. She ran a had through her hair before turning the attention back to the hatching assistant, trying to ignore the tightness in her jaw as she did so.

Was it because she was from Nondir? Was it somehow tattooed on her forehead that she came from that hellhole? Nevermind that there were plenty of other candidates with the same origin, yet here they were, under the close scrutiny of an authority figure. With a sigh, she turned to the assistant unscrewed the lid of the little round tin, letting it rest on one knee before showing him the foam insert that took up the whole inside of the container. She then pinched the foam and pulled it out, so that he could see the back of it, as well as the bottom of the tin, before putting it all back together and finally taking out her ear plugs, giving them a once-over and tucking them back into the foam. She coiled the string and inner plug neatly around them before closing it all up. The lid went back on with an almost aggressive clatter before she screwed it back into place.

"I didn't come all the way to Aesulla to peddle my way into a prison cell, if I wanted to rot behind bars I could have stayed home." Teagan frowned. "I'm here for the ceremony-doesn't mean I should have to listen to happy, kitschy music that I'm not familiar with." Her tempered flared at the offense and yet so far she was doing fairly well by her own standards of not coming off as a complete bitch. She'd gotten in scuffles for worse in the past. Her nose crinkled at the change of volume as the concert continued on unpleasantly. This was not to her liking at all, but it could not be helped. She sat back in her seat heavily and tucked the tin in a pocket before crossing her arms, a permanent scowl on her face as she worked the white-knuckled tension from her fingers.

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Aurinko; Tag Rhoan, any

So many little introductions, what had he gotten himself into? Aurinko bobbed his head respectfully as Rui, the little girl's dragon scrutinized him more closely. He did the same for Ruya as well, though the mental greeting made his feathers stand on end, for he had not expected that exchange in the least; not that it was unpleasant. To Zulradenon he bobbed his head once again before glancing up at the entourage long enough to see the fuzzy rodent disappear elsewhere. What a unique bunch. Nevermind being one so young, but so many bonds seemed a touch unusual; the girl had a talent, for sure.

He hoped that he wouldn't stirred up any potential feelings of disappointment at already having bonded. The young girl had quite the menagerie. He clicked his beak in thought before nodding in confirmation. "I am part of Prince Zemal's security, yes....though, I am very late..." he raised a talon in a shushing motion. "let's not tell on Aurinko, yes?" the soft corners of his beak curled in a little nervous smile as he situated himself more comfortably on the floor. The osprey may well have been gilded in fool's gold. His family would tan his hide once they found him for sure.
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As soon as the concert had ended, the lights faded back in, illuminating the hatching grounds in a soft light, likely to help people's eyes adjust from the dark to the light. With Faeveron having left the stage, the non vocal group continued to play a bit of background music as Terminus returned to the stage with Atterimus, at his right side, whom had been waiting just out of sight on the stage. The Titan calmly waited for the fading cheers from the ending of the last song to ease before he began to speak. “Thank you all for attending this years opening ceremonies, it was a pleasure to have you with us!” He addressed the non candidates in the audience. “At this time we are concluding the open public section of the ceremonies. Those of you who have relatives as candidates or were personally invited by one, you are welcome to stay for the traditional feast and lesson overview.”

The Titan paused for a moment and flexed his wings slightly, looking like he was listening to an intercom message no one else could hear, before he cleared his throat and continued speaking. “I've just been informed that the off-coast hurricane has just reached shore-side, so all attendees please be cautioned on your way home, as the winds are picking up as well as rain. If you head out now, you should be able to beat the weather and have a safe journey.”

As the echoes of his voice faded, there was a sound like rushing wind skimming past the large, currently sealed large open coastal 'window' in the stone wall of the hatching cavern. It was probably lucky that the oceanic area had a wall between it and the air- It sounded like the winds and rain were about to pick up. The oceanic cove within the complex had actual ocean water in it, but was a huge deep tunnel that led to the sea, rather than just being exposed to the coast. Like the rest of the sea walls around Aesulla to prevent massive flooding, there were ways to gate off this cove from the outside while keeping water inside for the oceanic water dragon nests- And so far the gates had not come up, but likely would if the weather got worse...Which it sounded like it was getting to be, judging by the sound of ever harsher rain on the dragonglass dome on the ceiling of the cavern.

As the non related attendants (Or friends of candidates as well) folks began to leave, Terminus cleared his throat and turned his gaze to the candidates seated at the temporary seating with the temporary flooring- Which was likely installed somehow under the 'sands', as they could be retracted. “While our assistants set up the traditional feast, the Wyrmlingmaster, Aterrimus, will go over the lesson plans for candidates.” He then stepped aside and let the other humanoid dragon step up to the podium, who was the well known Wyrmlingmaster who taught the candidates and wyrmlings in each hatching season for quite a few seasons now.

The dragon had been fairly roughed up during the betrayal in Nondir, and many had even thought he might retire, but he had managed to recover quite well. (Some thought it might have something to do with his parent elements...) He thrummed a little before he began to speak, “Good evening future dragonrider hopefuls! I trust you've all had a fun time so far?” He paused for a moment as the excited cheers erupted from most of the candidates before continuing. “As Terminus said, while the feast is being brought out and tables raised-”

As he said this, what looked like thick boxy metal 'poles' rose from the sand- These came up slowly enough not to hurt anyone who might be standing or somehow sitting near them, even pausing if people were too close with a low metallic beeping to let them know to get out of the way. These were relatively close, but still far enough away from the candidates that most of them were unhindered. After everyone had gotten cleanly out of the way on all sides of the poles, semi thick plates folded upwards from their sides. Indeed, it seemed that they were tables. Once made, at the moment at uniform height, they moved forward semi-slowly before stopping at a reasonably close but not too close distance away. There was a blue scanner that lit from their edges, roaming over the general crowd before the height of each table adjusted to the perfect height for the folks closest to it, including the Centaurs. Their tables even grew larger plating in the back to account for what they perceived as larger and likely to eat more 'customers'. Even Myre's table was bigger, but much shorter, as it had registered her laying on the ground about the cards, which was how centaur sat on the ground anyway.

“- I will be going over the future lesson plans with you.” He chuckled at the half groan half polite clap he received and waved a hand. “Oh, come now, it won't be so bad. I shant' take too much of your time...” He cleared his throat again and began explaining how the lesson plan would go, starting with the basics, which included some physical fitness training, some further lessons into dragon elements, basic nest care for the traditional Touching, in which candidates were allowed to help care for dragon nests and eggs. This would include lessons on how to touch different kinds of dragon eggs and which ones should not be touched at all. There was of course the lesson that would cover how to speak to nesting dragons, who sometimes became more possessive or protective than normal. It was very easy to insult a mother or father dragon with eggs- Sometimes with just the slip of the tongue, or even the slightest unintentional gesture or posture. The dragon didn't get into any particular details other than going over the basic gist of what things to expect, though just when it seemed he was done, he cleared his throat again and quirked his tail a bit. “For a select lucky few candidates, there may be a more...hands on crash course on caring for young, quickly growing creatures...But we'll have more on that later.” He did not elaborate on what he meant, even if the candidates would have liked him to go into that.

“And now, the evening is yours! Feast and celebrate, honored Candidates! There is no curfew tonight, but we advise you not to leave the Academy and Hatching Center complex, as the curfew exists in the city proper but not in here. I've been informed to let you all know that you should remain in your uniforms tonight but as tomorrow is a free day, you are not required to wear them tomorrow. With that said, enjoy your feast! If anyone has questions for me, do please seek me out, I will answer whatever you ask to the best of my ability.”

While the palm-cockatoo colored dragon finished up on his lesson plan talk, groups of both humanoid dragons and elves and humans began to bring out the very impressive looking feast to fill the huge tables, handing out large plates and bowls for the expansive array of foods, much like the feasts on the cruise, but more fancy even. Somewhere, the candidates at some point had filled out a dietary preference list, likely back on the ship- Such as who was fine eating whatever, allergies, or who was vegetarian or even vegan, and who had diets they based on their ideals following their faiths- Not that the Celestial cared what people ate, but people sometimes made up ritualistic eating habits to better serve their idea of faith, and no one was going to judge them on this. Based on these notes, different foods that were put on each set of tables actually related to who all was sitting where and had access to them.

Somehow they had figured out where each candidate was- Likely by cameras or other ways, so while people could take as much food onto their plates from the common family style plates and bowls on the tables, those with special diets always had delicious options open to them. In fact, each meal had a card next to it with each ingredient used in it. However it was that people found some of their favorite flavors and meats and dishes near them was anyone’s guess, but it was possible that this feast was made just for the candidates- and it was indeed. Even the family and friends whom were also brought meals would find their meals quite delectable.

For the oldest and legal adults, spirited drinks were available, though it was also possible some people had snuck in drinks and not been caught as of yet.

It would be unwise for any candidates to leave right now
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Rocherion settled comfortably enough as they started the game, curled up by the card pile. It doesn't seem to bother Rocherion to tuck himself in a corner. This was ether the result of long practice or the centaur was good at masking any discomfort. Ether way the blue roan nodded wryly at Averon's assessment.

"Its not as bad as you think. It only happens on a rare occasion. We generally help each other out for the hard to reach places." Roch just neglected to explain what specific kind of occasion. He can remember hundreds of times he's helped with his sister's manes and them returning the favor. It was just centaur nature, one can't be expected to reach all the way behind to their tails. His reach is long but no where near that long.

"Ah, so they do give everyone huge sized rooms. I was wondering a little about that." He seemed a little surprised at the revelation that the rooms are similarly sized for everyone. Its great that the administration took the consideration to make sure they where all accommodated.

"No challenge in cheating." Roch simply shrugged as he looked over his hand with mild interest. He held his cards with one hand fanned down. It might be difficult to get a peak at them if anyone decided to try. "I know a bit of carpentry but if I'm being honest most times I'm working in the field. Hauling, gathering, pushing, digging, building, anything that requires a bit of muscle I'm there lending a hand." The blue roan spoke with a little hint of pride in his voice.

There was a slight shudder through his broad shoulders at he mention of the dark force. Rocherion wasn't near any televisions or radios at that specific time, but he somehow heard that same evil prophecy as everyone else had. "Yes...What ever that was. It was disturbing to say the very least. I can go the rest of my lifetime not hearing something like that again." Rocherion laid another card down when it cycled to his turn. The centaur's voice took a quieter tone. It not only disturbed himself but his family to. Roch remembered comforting his younger sisters. No one in the city was spared from that terrible voice.

When the lights started to fade the centaur turned his attention back to the stage. When a Titan speaks one listens. Roch's mane bristled a little at the mention of the hurricane. He couldn't help but quirk a small grin. He loved a good storm. Rocherion stared as Aesulla shows again how much of a technical marvel it was with the display of tables appearing right from underneath of them. He was honestly looking forward to lessons and listened eagerly to the Wyrmling Master as he out lined what their futures may hold.

Something did stick out to the big centaur though. "Does anyone know what he means by "There may be a more hand's on crash course"?"
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The look that the gryphon shot at Maksim was one of pure acid, bright eyes narrowing into a sharp, angry glare. His first instinct was to retort, to argue the point, but really all that would accomplish would be leading this... this unevolved, low-brained cretin to think that his opinion held any sort of validity at all. Instead Ramahendra snorted and shook out his wings before stretching out into a comfortable repose, intent on spending the rest of the evening ignoring this Maksim fellow. This was, of course, right after he lifted a hand and wiggled his fingers--including his thumb--at Maksim in a mocking wave.

Zemal rolled his eyes and bit back a grin, careful to keep his amusement from bleeding across the bond with Rama. That was easier once Maksim gave him a nudge and one of those grins, and no Zemal was not blushing just a tiny bit at the mention of Faerveryn. So what if he'd had something of a teeny tiny crush on her once upon a time? That was years ago and he was a Prince and... well, he had to admit that the idea of Maksim and Fae performing a duet together was rather appealing. In a completely platonic totally not creepy or even moderately voyeuristic kind of way.

"She's not my girlfriend," he replied a touch too quickly and really, why had he dignified that with an answer? Right, because this was Maksim and Maksim knew just how to get under his skin. The protest came right on the heels of the aforementioned singer finally quitting the stage and letting the band take over. They too fell silent as Terminus and Aterrimus stepped forward again, and Zemal politely fell quiet to let them speak. Mostly.

"The lessons aren't really that bad," Zemal did say in an aside to his friend as the tables began to form, remaining where he was seated. The perks of royalty and all that, for him to have a private table, though at some point he was going to have to go and mingle. It was only proper, after all, and expected of someone of his station. "Aterrimus is a good teacher and things will get much more interesting when the mothers arrive to start laying their eggs."

That was one of his fondest memories from his first tenure as a candidate, the viewing and touching of the eggs. He tried not to think of the strange vision he'd been granted when touching that Time egg too much, but... other than that it had been a grand event. It was one of the things he was looking forward to the most, aside from the hatching itself. Mostly. A healthy dose of dread accompanied his anticipation as well, though he could hardly be blamed for it.

Marcus; tag Teagan

She wasn't happy about it, that much he was able to tell, but then most people wouldn't be overjoyed at essentially being accused of potentially smuggling illicit things into the ceremony, no matter the lack of an actual accusation being made. That he was asking her about it at all was enough of one, really, and had he been on the receiving end of this conversation Marcus couldn't say that he might not have reacted in a similar fashion. So he held his tongue and dutifully examined the container as she opened it up, emptied it out, and revealed that it was not in fact hiding anything of a sinister nature. Unless one considered the ability to block out Faerveryn's music a heinous crime, at any rate.

"Just because you didn't doesn't mean someone else wouldn't," Marcus answered in as even a tone he was able to manage over the noise. Faerveryn was on her third song, at least, and from his understanding that was all she was performing before Aterrimus took over. "I'm not trying to single you out, I'm just doing my job."

At that moment the concert ended to another round of tumultuous applause, and as Fae left the stage Terminus and Aterrimus stepped up to the mic again. Mention of the Wyrmlingmaster going over the candidate syllabus was met with no few groans of irritation; this was supposed to be a party, not a lesson! He cracked a grin at the shared misery before settling himself more comfortably in the chair next to Teagan as table legs began to rise from the floor. Well, it looked like he was sticking around a while longer. Teagan was going to be thrilled, he was sure.

"Name's Marcus," he said, figuring it didn't hurt to introduce himself. They were going to be working together for the next several months until the hatching, after all, and the last thing he wanted was to make someone bitter before the lessons even really started. He even went so far as to offer her a hand to shake if she was so inclined. "Marcus Tyr, Airman First Class turned hatching assistant."
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Maksim returned the creature's wave with a sarcastic one of his own, waving both of his hands, a large grin plastered on his face. You might have thumbs, but he doubted the bird could do what he could with them. Not that he intended to find out. And not that he was thinking of it, even. And-- Nevermind.

He had to laugh when Zemal blushed; He could have predicted that reaction from the start. "Damn straight she's not," He snickered. "Keep dreaming. Even being a prince couldn't get you a date with that." He nudged his friend's shoulder again. "But, don't worry. We both sing, right? Maybe I could arrange something for you. I could serenade you as you sit under the moonlight-- Or, whatever it is people do." He shrugged. He had no intention of doing so, of course. Firstly, because he was going to stubbornly refuse to sing for any sort of audience ever again, and secondly because he didn't want to encourage Zemal's attention anywhere. Selfish as it was, Maksim liked having him to himself.

He cleared his throat, and abruptly looked away from his friend. A few, deep breaths was all it took to get his mind back under control. It wasn't as though he'd ever made it a secret that he didn't particularly care who he went to bed with, but Zemal and Maksim were friends. Good friends. Inseparable, back in their day. Saying anything now felt... Strange. And probably inappropriate. Later, he told himself, for about the hundredth time since the thought had first popped into his head years ago. Later.

He settled back into his plush seat, and his expression was flat as he listened to Zemal describe the lessons. Maksim had more than a lifetime's worth of schooling, and sitting through more of it wasn't exactly something he looked forward to. But it came with the territory, and he was determined to survive it. Besides, learning about dragons had to be more interesting than sitting at your piano for three hours.

"When does that happen?" He asked as he reached for the champagne. "The mothers, I mean. We get to touch the eggs, right? Does it influence anything, as far as you know? I mean, obviously someone must think so, right?"


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Anviel Veyanir
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As soon as the concert ended and Terminus returned to the stage, Anviel turned around in her chair once again, listening to his brief comment about the hurricane. For a moment, the elf listened to the rain on the ceiling over the announcement, before continuing to listen. She should be able to beat the weather if she left? Well, that was fine and dandy, but she was finally at her first opening ceremony as a candidate. Maybe the candidates who were returning after previous years could afford to miss the information being given, but she wasn't quite keen to risk that.

However, the rain did worry her a bit. It wasn't the fact that there was a hurricane- it was hurricane season in Aesulla. They happened. Anviel knew what to do when they happened. It was the fact that somebody usually said something to that affect at the beginning of a disaster movie that made her just a bit anxious. That, and the fact that so much had gone wrong last year's hatching season. She couldn't name a single event off of the top of her head where something hadn't reportedly went wrong. Of course, that probably had to do with the fact that Nondir, of all places, had hosted it, but she didn't even know of so many things happening in past years.

It was pretty strange, how so much was going on with the weather. Anviel's parents had mentioned that the winter was unusually harsh elsewhere- and she knew that that had been true for the past few years, too. If the hurricane ended up being something even close to those crazy-huge storms in those stupid disaster movies, it would count, too. And although the earthquake in Nondir wasn't technically weather, and it happened three years ago, it certainly seemed to be quite the coincidence that it had struck so soon after all of the eggs hatched in the last Hatching.

What, is there some secret weather Titan hiding out in the ocean or something that's deciding it wants to mess with us land-dwellers or something? It was a joke- that was the premise of one of those disaster movies that Anviel had watched with her brother as a kid. God, he loved all those movies. Either way, Anviel didn't think that any more Titans could be hiding. They were just too big. Of course, the elf wasn't an expert on Titans, not by a long shot, but Anviel didn't think that even a Titan would manage to wipe everybody's memory of itself or something like that and keep it up for very long. If there was, well... It was awfully scary to think that there could be creatures like that who possessed power so great.

Then, the poles started coming up from the ground. The elf had been listening to Aterrimus as she went off on her mental tangent, so it didn't surprise her too much, considering how crazy technology could be in Aesulla sometimes. If there was one thing that Anviel had learned in her Four hundred fifty-something years in the city, you needed to be prepared for anything. She'd be investigating a career in IT tech, and the one thing that she had been warned about was how resourceful kids could get, if she got a job at a school like she was considering. Considering how creative Anviel and her friends- and brother- had been as children, she could definitely see how prepared she'd have had to be.

Yeah, IT tech would've probably been a poor career choice for her.

Anviel moved over to the nearest table, eager to eat. She wasn't particularly hungry, being so anxious about the whole ceremony, but she knew that she'd probably enjoy it regardless. She'd probably forget about the fact that, you know, her life could change irreversibly, forever, in the next weeks or months. And that her life could be significantly more dangerous for it.

Aterrimus continued talking. He mentioned the Touching, and immediately Anviel became a bit more concerned. Her brother had told her that the Touching could be pretty dangerous sometimes- with all the dangerous eggs, protective parents, nesting materials that were potentially threatening to humans and elves... Well, the wasn't really restricted to the Touching, since she was pretty sure that she'd seen an acid dragon kill a candidate last year on live television at the Hatching, but the Touching was closer. And during the Touching, there was more to watch out for. The parents could get irritated by little things like posture or choice of words, Aterrimus had said, so that would be something to be careful for.

A crash course on quickly growing creatures? It sounded like they were planning to present bonding creatures to the candidates, like dragonhounds or something like that. Or, maybe something like an actual class on quickly growing creatures selected by lottery, but that didn't seem like a crash course, so to speak.

The food had arrived, and Anviel knew that she'd do well to focus on what was happening in front of her face rather than what could be. She took a sip of her juice before glancing down at her food.

Summary: Anviel listens to the announcements, and goes to the nearest table to eat. She also proceeds to ramble on in her head about eight topics that are only vaugely related to what is actually happening ((for OOC reasons- I wanted to explore some aspects of her character)).
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NPC Aylin Wolfe
Tagged: All | Tobin Wolfe]



Whatever Aylin had expected in the days leading up to the Ceremony, this was not what she had envisioned.

It wasn't as if the noise and the business bothered her. She'd been raised in a family of dragon riders, and the hustle and bustle of that life had always seemed ceaseless before. Add in a large family (her brothers and sisters were numerous by most peoples' standards), and she should have been prepared for the sheer volume that greeted her when she had entered.

But she wasn't.

Her feet froze, and her breath caught slightly in her chest. It wasn't the first time she had reconsidered her Candidacy in the past few days, and she doubted it'd be the last. She'd been late to sign up for the position, had offered herself every excuse in the book to stay away: It was a visceral reaction, a knee-jerk decision. It wasn't what she wanted. She wouldn't be any good at it. It was dangerous. She'd told herself all of these things and more, but in the end, she'd followed in her parents' (and older brother's) footsteps and signed her name to Candidacy.

And now, it felt like an enormous mistake.

Aylin Wolfe had never been a girl who enjoyed conflict. She'd always been a quiet child, well-behaved and good-intentioned. She played well with her older brother and had helped her busy parents look after her younger siblings. She'd always wanted to do something that helped people: A nurse, maybe, or a teacher. And while she knew that some dragons were very good healers, most of them, as far as she understood, were fighters, not healers, and the army wasn't necessarily a place for the soft of heart.

If circumstances had been different, she'd never had ended up here in the first place. The conflict in Nondir had been stressful on all of them, and especially so following the most recent skirmish. Her mother hadn't made it out, and perhaps that was the reason Aylin was so determined to throw in with dragons now. It was hard to help the people in Nondir when you were detached, miles and miles away. And though it was terrifying, this felt like the least she could do.

That didn't make it any less intimidating, however. And what's worse was that she'd lost sight of her father.

She moved slowly through the mob of people, glad for the tables that had risen to accommodate the various clusters. The crowd seemed more interested in eating than in mingling at the moment, and that did make weaving her way around people a touch easier. Looking about, she felt like a fish out of water, which certainly didn't help her nerves. Sixteen wasn't so young for a human candidate, but many of the people here looked older, more experienced than she.

A hard knock in her hip drew her from her worrying, and Aylin gasped, one hand lifting to fist in her own, dark brown hair, the other touching her hip where she'd knocked it hard against a table. "I'm so sorry," She whispered as she bent to quickly mop up the drink she'd knocked over. "I wasn't paying attention. It won't happen again."


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Selina hadn't been hating the music, it just wasn't her style per se. She sat a bit behind Teagan and watched as she talked with Marcus. At first she was somewhat amused to see her roommate potentially in trouble. After more thought though she didn't really want harm to come to the woman. While they had their disagreements Selina was somewhat determined to get to know the other woman so that they could at least co-exist semi peacefully in the same room together. Heck she now knew the error of her ways when it came to her last conversation with Teagan. Regardless she did keep a watch in case she felt a need to intervene or something.

The speech drew her attention away from Teagan though and she turned to listen. She blinked a bit at the hurricane announcement and frowned, she doubted it would hit back home, they were pretty far in land after all...still she hoped her parents would be okay. Then they began to talk about the actual lessons. This was the good stuff, the future lessons! She was somewhat excited to get a more hands on approach with young dragons, after all that's what she signed up for. She wondered if her experience with horses, cattle, and various other live stock would come in handy...she highly doubted it though. Unless there was a cow themed dragon of course...well that would be interesting...Selina shook the idea from her head and went back to paying attention.

As the speech ended and the feast began Selina was a little overwhelmed at first. Selina decided to wait for others to get food before getting some. Last thing she needed was more people making fun of her due to her weight and her eating habits. So she decided to hold off for now and wait patiently for a good moment to go and get food. Selina then decided to get some food after everyone else began to eat. She was enjoying herself for the most part, she was nothing but excited for classes though, she kinda wished they would start sooner rather than later.
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