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Ripples in Destiny; The Touching + Time Plot
Topic Started: Jan 26 2017, 02:57 PM (7,392 Views)
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Prince Idazon to Teagan
Idazon did not care so much about scars- If anything, coming from a background like his, scars were often seen as marks on the path of life, not just for warriors but did prove strength to those who survived, from the big to the small ones. He didn't exactly mention this, since now wasn't the time, but he probably had in the past. He smiled, though, when she commented on Oreus. “That's good,..It seems as if the wound has healed up now, too...Hm, Oreus does tend to get himself into trouble, doesn't he?” He was half jealous of those that had gotten tragen, but was happy for them as well. He knew he'd get one, someday. Maybe. He did not require one, really.
When he tilted his head to look off and peer at the nest without a looming mother dragon, ..Or a father dragon, for that matter- He seemed to muse over it and flicked his tail. The lava egg was lovely, perhaps he'd have to visit it at some point. “Hmm, that is a good point...Some of these dragons appear to be more agitated than they were when last we observed them, but that may be to test us, perhaps...” he thought about this, still lightly trotting along next to them, looking onwards towards whatever dragons were along this path. He did notice a lot of people were walking together in groups, perhaps /because/ of angsty dragons.

When Rurik returned, the Centaur prince inclined his head in a light bow back, still smiling. He had indeed not met this person, but knew something of him, probably via Teagan and long conversations that tended to occur. “Greetings, Rurik. It's good to meet you, finally. I trust you are enjoying this event so far?” he spoke with that calm tone that flowed from him like the slow, but constant flow of lava that seemed to be part of his very being. “That nest does look quite interesting, I wonder why no one else seems to be visiting them?” he questioned, but turned and followed the other two, hanging back as they went up to greet the glass mother, not wishing to crowd her with three at once - Especially since she looked a touch nervous and agitated upon closer inspection. Two was probably acceptable- Three, perhaps less so, especially when one of those three was a centaur.
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Empress Alistiana and Life TitanYggdrasil to Prince Zemal
The Life titan was currently in her more 'earth dragon' size, (Or perhaps a bit bigger), and so was not as cataclysmically massive as she otherwise naturally was. Skyscraper-long single wings was not exactly easy for new candidates to fathom- And besides that, the sands were unusually crowded this year. A year of excess and plenty, indeed. She was musing to herself, watching the goings on, her tail curling over her foretalons like a cat. When she sensed the prince approaching her, though, she opened her brilliant eyes and lowered her muzzle down to the boy, gently nuzzling him with the care of a mother to an infant. He might not have remembered as much of things, but she remembered him- And from her perspective, she had known the Prince since before he was even born. The empress was sitting along one of the titan's forearms, above the loop of tail, where she could be protected but also see the events taking place. “Greetings to you as well, Prince Zemal.” She spoke with respect, but not with overbearing familiarity as she might have wished to do. He was her son, but had also had to grow up away from her, to protect him from his mad uncle, the false king, the 'Emperor' of Nondir, Vicarous. A single look upon her said as much, so much she wished to say but didn't.

Yggdrasil herself greeted the Prince almost the same as she would anyone else might approach her. Welcome to the ceremonies, Prince Zemal. She dipped her head after she lifted from her previous gentle nuzzle, more formal once more, though she still appeared almost motherly, but the same was true most of the time to anyone whom she spoke to. You may touch my eggs. May you find peace, confidence, and clarity this day. She said, her wings slightly fanning out, the light filtering through the half sail, half feathered wing, the glowing white-gold blood in the membranes lighting the partial shadow infront of her as if it was under water, light-webs seeming to flow and soothe all before her like an embrace.

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Ahmduar to Rhoan
The often easily excitable Centaur was glad to see Rhoan- and also glad she'd been allowed to volunteer as a helper, despite her young age. It was probably because everyone thought she was too adorable to deny such a request,... he thought to himself, the fur along his spine fluffing up as he pranced lightly near her. “Long time no see! I haven't seen you in like...what, a month?” he practically whinnied, his voice managing a near squeak before he settled down. “Ooo, gloves...I bet we could touch some of the dangerous eggs with these...” He waited to see if Rhoan would make a face or jump to interject his idea of going anywhere near something dangerous before waving it off with a hand. “I'm on'ly kiddin. I know I'm only allowed to go around safe eggs, ones that won't maybe do anything potentially startling, and preferably just watch other people touch the eggs....” he said, halfway through this speech even adopting the voice of the doctor that had advised him, (At least, the child-like attempt at mimicking the doctor, anyway.)

He grinned big, dancing on his still growing legs. “So where to first? Oooo! Did you see that?!” he pointed at something an egg had done around a small centaur, which looked like it was made of ice. “That was cool,...” he said, aware of the obvious pun.
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"Yes, it's definitely been too long, ya big dork. I missed you!" She teased, trying to smooth down the fur along his spine. She giggled at his voice crack, but didn't mention anything else about it. He seemed to be grateful for the gloves, so he and his sister would be able to use them as needed. She made sure the rest of the centaurs had been taken care of as well, and since that was settled she could follow around these two for a while unless she was needed elsewhere. When Ahm made the comment about dangerous eggs, Rhoan raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous grin, only to have it fall back to normal when he waved it off. "Yeah, we gotta be careful with you. Better safe than sorry. You'll learn and see a lot either way."

Pointing out Braelyn across the way, Rhoan remembered Cernunnos and Irasotiel from before. Their Ice egg seemed to be acting out a bit, but having fun with some of the candidates at least. Rhoan was happy a centaur was amidst the little frozen forest it had erected around her. The pun hadn't gone unnoticed, which sent Rhoan into a mini fit of giggles. "The eggs seem to be really lively this Touching, so i'm sure they'll probably interact with you too." Hopefully in a manner in which you can take..." she thought to herself, somberly. "But you're not gonna get anything done back here. Lead the way, you two!"
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Tytus and Ahtian: tag Averon, Paradisio.

Ahtian paced back and forth between in front of her nests, lightning sporadically flickering down across the spines along her back. Periodically she stopped to nuzzle her eggs, as if to check that they were real, but the majority of her focus was on the lingering Time dragons. Normally a calm and level-headed dragon, motherhood had instilled in her a fierce desire to keep her children safe, even from other dragons. Especially from other dragons.

"They're going to be taking the eggs to Etharius," Tytus murmured, his voice barely audbile to most but with their bond, Ahtian heard him clearly. "You'll be able to see it every day. I'm sure they would not begrudge you that."

I do not wish for them to take my egg, Ahtian murmured to him not for the first time since the announcement had been made. Her voice was soft but insistent, and she looked again to Paradisio for some sort of support. They said that they weren't going to force anyone to give up their eggs, but she wasn't quite sure that she believed them.

"Don't you think it would feel more at home hatching in Etharius?" Tytus asked, trying a different approach. Truth be told, he wasn't all that keen on the egg being removed for stasis either, but there were an awful lot of them this season. The tactician's mind he was gaining was also silently pointing out the benefits of having eggs in reserve, particularly if Vicarous was still gunning to cut down the budding new kingdom before it truly had a chance to begin. "Think about it, heart. What if its rider isn't here yet? Gauge can see the future, and I'm sure she only wants what's best for the hatchling."

Ahtian was not convinced, but she did not rebuff his attempts at persuasion this time. She did, however, whirl around suddenly when she noticed someone approaching her nest, another crackle of lightning sparking down her back as she strode up to meet him with a warning growl rumbling in her chest. It died before it truly began when she realized he was just a candidate, but the dragon still did not completely relax and lower her guard.

"Be gentle," she admonished Averon in a quiet but earnest voice. She was not so keen on the notion of strangers pawing at her eggs, but she well remembered her own hatching. She remember the quiet agony of waiting for Tytus to arrive, and would not wish such a thing on anyone, least of all her own children. "You may touch them, so long as you take care when you are doing so."
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Marcus: tag strange Spirit dragon?

Can I come? Please? I am very well behaved, I will not get into trouble, I promise!

Marcus sighed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Like the other Tragendires, Agrius was not permitted on the hatching grounds with eggs present, and he was decidedly not happy about it. The metallic beast was pacing at the very edge of the grounds, toeing the line of how close he was permitted to be before someone chased him off. Truth be told, Marcus would have liked to have the kit with him. Agrius was quite well behaved for a youngster, and the training would have been good for him, but rules were rules and this was not one he could break.

Sorry fella. You're gonna have to wait there for now, he answered, eyes wandering the sands and keeping tabs on the numerous candidates spread out over them. Even with the numerous Time dragons popping around here and there things seemed to be going qutie smoothly thus far. The only real drawback was the fact that he was present as an assistant and not a candidate. That didn't mean he might not get lucky, but the egg touching ceremony was a vital part of the bonding process. It often allowed the soon-to-be-hatched dragons a chance to solidify their choice of rider... and since he was not a candidate, Marcus wasn't exactly permitted to go around pawing at shells to boost his chances.

Damn age restrictions. But pining about things he wasn't able to control didn't do him a damn bit of good, and so Marcus instead focused on his duties. There wasn't much to do at present, so he found himself wandering over to the strange Spirit dragon who had mysteriously arrived not so long ago. He didn't even know her name, and while she appeared to have everything under control, it was his job to make sure.

"Everything alright over here?" he called to her as he stepped across the stones she had set up, stopping about halfway across so as not to impose. "I'm Marcus Tyr, one of the hatching assistants. Is there anything I can get for you?"
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Basajaun: tag Azarahl, Ahmduer, Rhoan.

The big, burly centaur was as unmoving as a statue, and for some it might seem as if the Time dragons might have forgotten to unfreeze him. Only the rise and fall of his chest gave away that he was, in fact, perfectly fine--at least until the Princess moved to intercept her brother. In an instant Basajaun was moving along with her, a silent sentinel whose moderate sense of humor and good grace had all but vanished since the opening ceremonies.

While the others might have been upset at Gauge's indication that many, if not all of the centaurs were not yet destined to bond, Basa was relieved. This entire foolish trip had endangered the life of his Prince, and if anything happened to Ahmduer he knew that Azarahl would never forive herself. It was better for them to just return home and go back to the way things were instead of getting wrapped up in a war of dragons. Unfortunately, this was not his choice to make. True to form, however, Basajaun complied with only the most minor of grumblings, intent on making sure that nothing else happened to this tiny, displaced herd of his people.

"Prince Ahmduer," he greeted the young colt in his low, gravelly voice, offering him a respectful nod. Rhoan he was less certain of, but Ahmduer seemed to trust her implicitely. She was also royalty, from what he remembered, and no matter his feelings he was not one to be disrespectful. "Princess Rhoan."

Talk then turned to which of the eggs they ought to approach first. In truth, he did not have a strong opinion one way or the other, particularly since he A: had no real desire to bond, and B: the Time Titan had indicated that most of his clan wouldn't. Still, the hatching grounds were one of the few places in Aesulla that he felt at all comfortable because they housed quite an extensive amount of greenery.

"Perhaps that nest?" he suggested quite suddenly with a nod toward Kumonryo's brood. The fact that it held two eggs of his own element and was thus surrounded by a forest likely influenced his decision. "It does not seem to be receiving much attention."
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Faerveren: tag Maksim, Tonare.

There seemed to be a degree of reservation in the air for such an important event, though Faerveren could hardly fault anyone for it. Given the disaster that had ended the opening ceremonies, not even Time dragons were enough to really keep a lot of people from being on edge. She was included in that demographic, albeit for a completely different reason.

She was still a candidate. Still. Her manager was avoiding her and ignoring her calls, she was sure, and all for the sake of the press. Even now there were small camera droids zipping around here and there to look at all the eggs and the candidates. More than a few of them were already congregating around her, and while she generally didn't mind the attention... she was still a fucking candidate no matter that she kept insisting that her manager get her out of this mess. He was the one who'd gotten her into it, after all.

At the moment there was nothing to be done, and the show had to go on. Fae found herself wandering a bit aimlessly, not sure where to go first. There were hundreds of eggs to choose from and she doubted she'd be able to see them all (she wasn't sure she wanted to, truthfully, since she didn't really want to bond), but she at least needed to play her part. Her mind was soon made up for her by the sound of music, and her keen ears led her quickly to the source of it.

She knew that elf.

A grin blossomed across her features as the song continued, the egg playing in miraculous counterpoint to Maksim's own music. Not wishing to interrupt, Faerveren simply knelt down a short distance away to listen, sharing a smile and a nod with Tonare to let the mother dragon know she meant no harm. She waited patiently for the song to finally end, though she found herself rather disappointed when it did.

"That was awesome," she said to Maksim with another broad grin. "You've got skills, man."
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Irasotiel: tag Cernunnos, Minerva.

The Seraph turned to her mate with a low trill, nuzzling against his shoulder as he tended the delicate egg. How strange this was as well, to feel as she did for Cernunnos. She was not unaware of love, indeed gave it quite freely to all who had need of it, but this was... this was a different love. Being mortal was turning out to be full of all number of surprises.

""I trust they will be safe with Gauge," she murmured to him with a soft smile. "Their choosing is no true surprise to me. I am simply... adjusting to the needs of motherhood and all that comes with it."

They were afforded no additional chance to speak of it because another candidate approached. A second centaur, and though Minerva brought no gift, Irasotiel still offered her a warm smile and a nod.

"Yes you may, of course," she answered gently. "And the other two as well, if you wish it."
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Zemal: tag Alistiana, Yggdrasil, Fate egg.

The nuzzle was unexpected but not necessarily unwelcome. Zemal set his hands gently on Yggdrasil's nose, a brief but genuine smile softening his countenance. It was easier with her, for some reason, than it was with the woman who was his own flesh and blood, and for a brief moment he wished fervently that he was able to greet Alistiana as a son would greet his mother. The words stuck in his throat, however, uncertainty a lead weight in his chest. How could he do such a thing when he barely even knew her?

Perhaps... perhaps after the ceremony he would go to her. There were hundreds of years to make up for, and there was nothing to lose by trying and everything to gain.

"Thank you, my Lady," he murmured to the great Titan, his attention turning to the massive eggs she guarded. Zemal intended to touch both, but that Life egg... it called to him. Even from where he stood he was able to smell the gentle perfume that came from the flower blooming at its base, a scent that was as familiar and comforting to him as it was horrifying. Those flowers were in the garden where the Celestial spoke to him, and while that place was one of peace, the fact that the only way to reach it was to die still sent shivers of unease down his spine.

So Zemal approached its sibling instead. The Fate egg was no less imposing, towering above his head as it did. They were rumored to be particularly intense when touching was involved, so to say that he was nervous was something of an understatement. He did his best not to let it show, though there was an obvious tension in his shoulders as he reached out to carefully place a hand against its shell.
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Averon seemed more or less unphased by the defensive posture of the mother dragon, he shrugged non-chalantly when she warned him to be gentle. "Of course, I'd feel terrible if I hurt anything." both because he'd feel bad, and he'd probably get eaten. So you know, two definite things he wanted to avoid happening. He decided to start with the floral egg as it didn't require gloves. He was sure to be gentle with it, and very carefully touched a palm to the shell of the egg, he was a little surprised that it felt a little bit warm, like a stone out on a sunny day. He seemed to furrow his brow as he took his hand away, feeling something coming from the egg that he hadn't really expected, not that he knew what to expect really.

It looked like... A little bit of glitter? It was gone in a moment, but at the same time he felt something touch his somewhat wild hair and reached up, feeling tiny flowers seeming to spread across his brow and behind his ears like a crown, small and crystalline but with a hefty fragrance nonetheless. A few leaves formed as well, and he very obviously rolled his eyes as he realized she had put what amounted to a 'Julius Caesar' crown except with crystalline daisies or something on him. "Okay, that was pretty good, but I don't usually wear perfume." He said to the egg as he fanned some of the scent away from his face, glancing at Ahtian with a smirk as he put on some of the padded rubber gloves and walked towards the other egg... He saw a few more sparks come off of it, and it looked like it might have moved a little bit.

"I don't remember hearing about spinning eggs..." He said as he approached it, waiting a moment to see if it would move or such with him nearer to it. It seemed still enough when he touched it, but then there was a quiet but sudden hum that built up before it spun in place, making him almost fall to he side before he managed to lift his hand up. It moved a lot faster than it seemed, that swirl pattern was a little confusing. He was just lucky he hadn't actually fallen, as he was sure Ahtian would not have appreciated a mishap that close to the eggs or nest... "That one is uh, Fiesty it seems. Thanks for letting me visit." he said as he pocketed his gloves again and stepped away from them. "Do you need anything for the nest, or I dunno, want a soda or something?" He asked, a little unsure what precisely he was supposed to do. There were supplies to tend the nest, but somehow he thought the dragons were better at it than him.



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Garboil was a rather large dragon, and had many notable features, and although he was a very laid back and nice dragon seemed to creep many out. Many people didn't seem to like eyeless things for some reason, even if he had some markings that tried to convince people otherwise. One of his less physical features was the fact that he often slept all day and was awake all night, since being blind, light made little difference to him other than potential warmth. He had long fallen asleep on the other side of Tonare, probably looking like he was part of the nest past her, but really was just sort of behind hers. He didn't trust himself in with the eggs, since while he had an excellent form of echolocation- or similar power, he was not always the most dexterous.

The music and songs eventually roused him though, and his head lifted slowly but steadily till he could peer over his mate, a low and deep breath escaping him as his muzzle tilted towards the newcomer, though the aim of his 'gaze' was a off by a short distance to the left of where the man actually stood. He waited until the music seemed to die down a bit before he said anything though. "I wonder if that came from my side or yours?" He asked with an amused chuff, before flopping his head down across Tonare's side. It was hard to tell whether he was awake, or asleep to most people, but at the moment he was at least... Semi conscious. He probably wouldn't stay that way for long if people didn't keep coming up though.


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Maksim to Tonare, Fire Egg, Faerveren. and Garboil

He awoke with a start.

Maksim hadn't been sleeping; Not really, at any rate. He couldn't really put his finger on what exactly to call what just happened to him, especially when he didn't understand it himself. One moment, he'd been playing the strings of the egg until his fingertips ached, and the next he was simply... Gone. His mind and his body felt like they were in two different places, snatches of images, and then suddenly back. He wriggled his fingers and toes just to make sure he was still in control, and grunted softly when he felt something wet on his hands. Had he been crying? Slowly, reluctantly, he moved his hands back from the egg. He'd begun to bleed across one of his fingers, rubbed raw from the speed and strength of his playing. He rubbed his hand against his pants. That didn't concern him, now.

What concerned him was what had just happened to him, and who could blame him? He sat back as he stared at the egg, still pulsing occasionally with music. What had happened to him felt almost-- He struggled to find the word, but the idea was ridiculous. Nothing arcane had happened for a long, long time. Most people had begun to accept they didn't even exist. Perhaps the egg simply inspired something in him, tugged at memories he'd forgotten? No, that wasn't possible. Those things he'd seen he'd never seen before, but even now as he tried to sharpen the images in his mind's eye, they melted away like dream fragments. He sighed, frustrated, tugged on the end of his braid. He'd have to find Zemal and tell him. The other Elf was always better at figuring this sort of thing out.

A voice interrupted his thoughts, and Maksim looked back over his shoulder for the source of the compliment. He was admittedly surprised to see Faerveren, and his eyebrows raised. He slowly relaxed, and a light grin tugged at one of the corners of his mouth. He always appreciated compliments, but compliments from other accomplished musicians were always the best. "Thank you," He responded graciously. "I practice." He winked, falling back on the practiced song and dance. "I wanted to compliment you on your success at the ceremony," He quickly added, "But I couldn't find you when it was over. You've done some interesting things with your music. I'd love to talk to you about it sometime." He quieted as something large moved behind Tonare, and leaned back as Gaboil draped his head over Tonare.

His features were indeed startling, and Maksim was speechless for a moment before he found his words. "It was me, sir," He murmured respectfully in reply. "I hope I didn't wake you. Thank you for letting me touch your egg," He added to Tonare. "Did you like the music?"



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She had not had to wait long before someone came to her nest, though it was not a candidate but one of the assistants likely noticing her late arrival and making sure she required nothing for her egg. She watched as he stepped carefully on her path but remained a respectful distance away.

"My egg requires nothing but the sand it rests upon, thank you for your concern." She answered back to him her voice seeming to resonate around him in ghostly echos. She was hard to look upon directly, her form seemed to fade into mist making it difficult to see her features. She had wings, but how many? Was that 2? Or 6? 8? It was impossible to tell. If looked upon for to long trying to visually focus what could not the eyes of the viewer would begin to ache and feel dizzy needing to focus instead on something sturdy and immobile to regain balance.

"If you would like you may gather some gifts for the candidates to choose from to present to the egg."
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It's possible that Lysander was dreaming, but he could have sworn that a metal shard of the Seraphic egg guided him to sit. He dropped into a nearby chair, overwhelmed by the experience. While it was true that he didn't have much experience in blessing eggs, never before had he felt one with such... Intensity. Purpose. Humility in the face of dragons was easy, but never before had he been afraid to lift his eyes to an egg. He felt no particular malice, persay; Not directed at him, at any rate. Innocent, the egg had said. Sweet Celestial Mother, what did that mean? There was no opportunity to ask the egg for clarification, however. Though it wasn't spoken, he had a subtle understanding their conversation had come to a conclusion, and he certainly didn't want to overstay his welcome.

In time, he found his feet again. With the shock of the dragon's voice finally quieting, he was able to stand. "Thank you," He breathed to Talherahiel. "For allowing me to approach your egg. It was an honor. " And an enlightening experience, to say the least. No matter how he tried to focus his mind on the present, he continued to think back on what had been said. It was difficult to feel comfortable after the fact. The egg hadn't threatened him at all, or been anything but direct, but still. Perhaps, under that conversation, there was a pinch of something else. Something more, something profound.

As he walked, he found himself inexplicably drawn to Yggrdrasil and her eggs. She was absolutely breathtaking in her dragon form, and he lightly rested his hand on his chest as he looked at her, enormous and elegant. No one but dragons could quite nearly move someone to tears just with their presence alone, but Yggdrasil managed. He beamed up at her, eyes bright. "My lady, I--" He began, and only belatedly realized he wasn't alone. There was company, and right away he recognized the elf near him for who he was. Lysander stepped back at once, respectful and just a touch embarrassed. He should have been more aware.

"I apologize, my prince!" He inclined slightly at the waist. "I didn't mean to interrupt. You'll forgive a man for his blubbering, I hope." He gave the Elf a warm smile, his hand slipping from Daisy's harness to stroke her head. "My, but that's quite an escort. It's good to meet you all," He quickly added. "And an honor. Ah!" He held up his hands and took another step back. "Don't allow me to distract you. You've come to touch the eggs, yes?"



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Tonare to Garboil, Maksim and Faeverin
The scarlet and gold dragon regarded Maksim with kind eyes as he was so taken up in music. Tonare peered down at Fae as she arrived, but was not concerned with formality, nor did she mind the presence of audience. When the music ended, though, she let out a long crooning note, as the song resonated through the air. Many others had been drawn in to watch this improvised performance, and respectable clapping roused, though the people did not gather in too close or crowd nearby- That was simply not done around nests, typically. Tonare mused, looking over the newcomer as well as Maksim. “What beautiful music, a harmony of cascading emotions. I have imprinted this song into my soul, I shall cherish such an offering for all time.” She spoke, kneading at some soft pillows under where she lay.

The sonic dragon tilted her gaze to the other elf present and hummed at her softly as well. “I have heard your lovely music as well. Do you wish to lend your voice In duet with my child as well? I think we would enjoy that...” She said, as Garboil awoke, like a dark mountain behind her. She was just about to reply when Maksim did, instead of herself, as her mate was speaking to her of lineage- Where had the egg gotten such song and power? She was just about to reply when the somewhat heavy head of Gar flopped down on her back, a semi-common location for it since she was a bit of a pillow herself to him- Though when he did so, some air escaped through her sonic-vents along her body and uttered a somewhat amusing note or five, making her giggle lightly. She was not above humor. However, she did bat her eyes playfully at Maksim, speaking to Gar for a moment, “Did we invite him over? I swear I would have remembered spending a night with such a handsome elf....” She seemed to be thinking and purred, softly chuckling to herself...Possibly because that offer was apparently on the table now.
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Celestial Mahasarmasael to Selena + Spiked egg
The celestial just chuckled as Selena produced gloves. She sat back, and interfered no further, letting fate decide what happened this day. As the egg was touched, a seething heat flew up the girls arm, not the same sort of heat one would get from simply touching something, and it did not leave a physical burn, exactly, but it did feel as if the hand had been dunked in heated frying oil. This alone would have been severe enough for some sinister dragons to inflict, but the dragon within this shell was anything but polite. Just when Selena thought the heat was dying back down, a thinner spiked needle thrust its way up under her hand from the surface of the shell, cutting through the gloves and piercing the hand within. There was an intense and agonizing pain that spread outward from this entry point- small threads of black visible at the surface of the skin.

The wyrmling in the egg grinned with satisfaction, and perhaps the tiniest bit of annoyance. It had miscalculated the amount of venom it would need to kill. Selena would survive, perfectly normal and healthy, and would likely even go on to touch other eggs today, though perhaps after getting sick at least once somewhere. It wondered if she was maybe a touch immune, or if the toxins within were not quite as deadly yet as they might be one day. The girl had gotten off with a warning this day, but the thin black marks would remind her of caution, or perhaps victory over death, or some sappy thing like that. This annoyed the wyrmling even more to imagine, causing oozing lava or magma to flow out of small pits between the spines. It was a good thing that Selena had likely removed her hand by then.

Maha leaned forward and grinned, her six eyes opening as slits, a delighted little, ominous laugh escaping her. “Oh, poor dear, who would have ever guessed that would happen? I wonder how much longer you have to live....” she twisted about to gently stroke the egg with her careful talons. “Do you feel the venom coursing in your veins yet? If you survive, count yourself lucky.”
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Tag: Tonare, Maksim, Fae(ish)

While the large dark dragon did often appear ominous and foreboding to those that did not know him, he did have a silver lining, both literally and figuratively. His chaotic and odd outward appearance was mirrored within, but given the music and sounds around him it was very unlikely that they would meet his bad side... At least for long, even if it did appear. The funny noises that came from Tonare when he had set his head down upon her might have been on purpose, but the two were a little bit known for being silly while together, and well, Garboil was known for being silly even when alone... At least to people that paid attention to him, for some reason he was not the most well known of the stormsong wing.

His many scales seemed to rise and lower in a wave starting at his head and flowing in a slow sweep across his body, low, almost subsonic vibrations flowing through the world around him and reporting back to his senses as he 'eyed' the candidates and creatures around them. "I couldn't think of a better way to be awoken, personally." His voice was a bit low, and lazy, and while slightly gravelly was far smoother than his appearance had suggested it might be. The sand around Faerveren and Maskim seemed to dance and vibrate slightly more than the rest when he let out another small hum, and his head tilted to the side slightly where it rested, giving the impression that he attempted to look between Maksim and Fae, but his aim yet again was somewhat off. A more thoughtful than practical hum escaped him as Tonare asked her question, the sound causing some of the small metal bells that hung from his horns to vibrate eerily. "No, I don't believe so." There was but a brief pause as the dragon began to grin, stark white teeth barely visible against the blackened scales. "Room 17, building A, if you want to change that though." There was another pause as he thought about it. "You're both welcome to come, I suppose. We will probably be there after the sun goes down." He wasn't a particular fan of Fae, but she seemed pretty enough to his senses... Though her eyes, hair, and some portions of her skin resonated oddly. He was pretty sure they were cybernetic, but he didn't want to blast her directly with his echo-pulses to find out for sure. Sometimes it had amusing effects on people, and while he was fully willing to be embarrassing and awkward in public, doubted she'd like it very much.

As much as it might have seemed that they were intent on embarrassing the candidates... The room number was actually completely correct, and he fully intended to be there, probably with Tonare, if she could find one of the assistants that wanted to baby sit the egg again anyways. The egg didn't seem to mind when they wandered off for a couple hours, and they never left it unattended.


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Maksim to Tonare and Garboil

Oh, shit. Well. This was embarrassing. And he had his own pride to blame, didn't he? The second anyone spouted anything that sounded like a compliment, he was ready to gulp it down with a smile. His face flushed slightly at Tonare's teasing, and then a bit darker as Garboil joined in. He laughed and averted his gaze, one hand reaching up to scratch idly at the back of his neck, beneath his braid. Were they really inviting him to--?

He'd always been a bit of a free spirit, and anyone who knew Maksim before his candidacy could testify to the fact that he spent more time in other people's beds than his own. Still, he didn't exactly consider himself to be this adventurous. Or, perhaps that was simply because he hadn't been given the opportunity? Oh, hell. What was he thinking? No way. No how. Weird enough to be propositioned by a dragon (or two), but how weird would it be to..?

...Alright, maybe he was a little curious. Perhaps a lot curious. Still, surely he couldn't just--? Or, could he? He tossed the idea back and forth in his head and nearly laughed aloud at the ridiculousness of the situation. Surely they were just teasing, weren't they? He glanced up at Tonare and Garboil, bottom lip between his teeth.

Oh, fuck it. You only live once.

"Alright," He replied, one corner of his mouth turning up in a little smirk. "See you there."

And even if they were kidding, he'd have a damn good story to tell Zemal when it was all over.



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Tag: New Arrival Spirit Dragon, Marcus

After his shocking discovery at the Seraphic egg, Justin had skittered away to get as far away from the large egg and lingering Seraphs as possible. He assumed he'd gone undetected, but the photo was still burning a hole in his pocket. Keeping it to himself was the best bet, and keeping his mind preoccupied was probably best. Switching to his digital camera (as to not startle eggs or mothers) the photographer scanned the area to figure out what egg he wanted to touch next. The newest arrival, a wispy Spirit Dragon, had approached a very beautiful orange egg, surrounded by a nice aura that Justin seemed to have trouble focusing on. Nothing a camera couldn't fix. The only people around the egg was an attendant, so Justin picked up his pace to approach.

"... to present the egg." Justin heard the last trailing bits of the conversation, and turned to Marcus and the dragon. "Um, hello, yes... I would be interested in one of those gifts to present the egg before asking to touch, unless it would be happy with a photograph? Oh!" Justin hastily gave a bow to the dragon and egg before continuing. "Sorry, my name is Justin. I'm a Candidate, but an apt photographer. I'd love to take a photo of you two for you to keep, if you would like." Justin offered. The egg required nothing more than the sands, so Justin probably didn't need gloves to touch? The Dragon before him was beautiful, a wide array of colors and wisps. Her eyes were mismatched, and were very easy to get lost in. Draconic beauty was not lost on humans. It's half the reason Justin wanted to become a photographer, after all. Realizing he was still in his hasty bow, he straightened up and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
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The first candidate to approach her egg arrived quicker than she anticipated, the sudden arrival of the egg piquing the interest of some. After speaking with the assistant she turned her gaze to the candidate. She seemed highly amused at his slight bumbling speech and adjusted her position till she was lounging on her side her tail seeming to suddenly materialize behind Justin, brushing up his back gently before fading away like mist.

"You are more than welcome to take pictures Justin Pryce, with either of your cameras." She inclined her head to the one on his side. "That one prints the pictures directly yes? I would like to keep one if you don't mind."
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The Spirit dragon seemed to get more comfortable to speak with him, lounging out onto her side with ease. The egg pulsed in front of her, and Justin took a step back to allow her more room, even though he wasn't anywhere near in the way. Her tail materialized behind him unknowingly before brushing up against his back. He flinched, surprised. Whipping around, he caught it in just enough time to see it already materialize away once more. Strange, Spirit dragons worked in mysterious ways. She opened her mouth so speak, seeming amused, so at least his bumbling hadn't offended her. From what he'd heard from other dragons so far on the sands, he was thankful she was nice so far.

She began to speak, and Justin smiled until she mentioned his last name. He distinctly remembered not saying it in his introduction... how did she know? "Uh... I, uh, do-..." He went to question it, but didn't say anything as he pulled out the polaroid camera. It wouldn't have the same detail as the digital, but it printed immediately for memento's sake. "That can definitely be arranged." He murmured, lining up the shot for the mother. After snapping the photo with a quick flash, he swapped to take a snapshot with his digital camera. Justin looked up at the Spirit before swallowing his fear to ask the burning question. The picture was developing as he asked, "How did you know my full name?" He handed the freshly developed picture to the dragon before slowly approaching the orange egg. The multiple shades were beautiful to look at, and the shining aura around it was regal in it's own right. His hand timidly pressed against the shell before he put his entire palm against the smooth surface. "Thank you so much for letting me touch your egg." He murmured.
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Her eyes seemed to twinkle even brighter in amusement at his response to her tail and his full name being mentioned. She didn't seem to pose so much per say for the camera but her body did suddenly seem very much more there like mist that had clung to a statue suddenly dissipating her form was much more visible while the young photographer was taking her picture.

An eerie laugh seemed to echo around him, though it held no malice, just amusement. She carefully reached out and carefully grabbed the offered picture, bringing it closer to look at it carefully. "We've met before Justin, and we will meet again. Rather soon I suppose." She trailed off looking away from the photograph and into the distance, or perhaps some other dragons nesting around the Hatchery. What she meant by soon would be confusing. Soon for a dragon would be a much longer extended period of time than it would be for a human.

As his hand rested on the egg he would first notice its texture. It was gritty, exactly like sandpaper rough to the touch and living up to its name as a Sand element. Indeed nothing seemed to come from the egg at all. Where the other eggs displayed forests of ice, played music from the soul, or attacked those that reached out to it, this egg was definitely... lackluster.

"I am pleased you came to visit my nest, and thank you for the picture, you are very talented in your composition I am sure you have a great many photographs." She crooned down at him.
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Once his fingertips made contact the elf blinked in surprise on how fragile the smooth shell felt. He was glad he took extra care in being gentle. Nox wasn't sure what to expect but when the little thing let out its tendrils the elf stood rock still to allow them to investigate. It seemed fair, he was touching it. When it became clear they didn't mean any harm the elf broke into a wide grin. No stinging just a little tickle! Maybe they really were being unfair to this hatchling to be...or it doesn't like the way he tasted ether way...

Well hello to you too. He spoke softly to the critter wiggling in the shell. This is something he's going to have to write to his mother about. Once the tendrils retreated that was when Nox slowly pulled his hand back out of the protective glass shielding.

Thank you, i'm going to see your sibling now. You might get some more visitors i hope. He wasn't sure if the dragonnet understood what he was saying just yet but it never hurt to be polite. It seemed to be aware of what's around it at least. Nox took is leave of the clear egg and moved towards the blue and orange one resting near by.

Hello there i'm Nox, you're playing some really nice tunes in here. He approached the oddly shaped techno egg and reached out just the same way as he did with the first one. It will only be a brief touch, as much he would have liked to linger he didn't offend Lady Izanami again. He'll quickly leave to clear the way for the next brave soul who wants to brave this nest.
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Braelyn to Ice Egg/Cern/Ira and Minerva, visiting strange Spirit egg

Braelyn had not anticipated such a warm welcome, nor a gift in return from the nature dragon that rested with the Seraph. She managed another bow as her hands rested upon the cold surface of the egg. “Thank you sir, I shall cherish it.” It would be nice to brighten up the dorm room with such an offering. Brae only hoped that she could keep it safe for the rest of the touching. But it was not the only surprise that remained in store for the tiny fjord as the egg she chose to visit seemed to feel upstaged. All around her, small icy plants began to grow before flowers, butterflies, and all manner of unexpected little creatures sprang to life from the frigid shell. It brought a smile to her face as she watched the delicate but ephemeral creatures flit about the nest. “You are very talented. If you don’t mind me saying so, I think this one takes after you.” Braelyn offered Cern a small smile before stepping away. She bowed politely to both of them again as Minerva approached. Having little to no talent with how to serve the other two eggs, she politely declined to touch the other two. It would not do well to stumble and destroy the ice egg’s work of art in order to do so.

Slowly, and with great care, Braelyn kneeled so that she could carefully scoop up the flower that Cern had grown for her. She searched for a means to carry it safely before removing a few bells from her belt. One she gently placed near the ice egg before the other was carefully opened. She pocketed the broken pieces before carefully securing the flower for potting later. “Thank you again for the privilege of visiting.” She tipped her head respectfully before pointing in the direction that she would be headed after Minerva had finished; towards the Unexpected arrival of the sand egg. It seemed as though the spirit had shown up from out of nowhere and that made the glittering egg all the more surprising to behold. After all, It had not crossed Brae’s vision in her first sweeping inspection of the hatching sands. Like a moth to a flame, the little fjord made her way across the sands before bowing to the bicolored wraith that loomed over the nest.

“Good evening, Gracious Mother. My name is Braelyn.” She offered with a bow after waiting for Justin to finish with his audience. “If it is not too soon to ask, I would be honored if I may touch your egg.” she wasn’t entirely sure of any protocol for having a nest just visited.
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It seemed the Glass/Metal mother was slightly more calmed and appeased at the gentleness of the candidate to her fragile egg. It was probably in the elfs best interest that he was not startled by the feelers as who knew how much it would startle Izanami in return. Her gaze did not waver from Nox as he moved toward her next egg. It was peacefully playing its music but as soon as it felt the touch of a hand on its shell the music changed and grew louder, filling the glass dome with sound. It was catchy and easy to get stuck in the mind of whoever heard it, but who wouldn't want to have such up beat music in their mind?

After giving the elf a few minutes with the egg Izanami huffed loudly opening the glass door to her dome. "It is time for you to leave now, there are many other eggs to go see." She said rather impatiently ready to have this intruder away from her nest.
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Teagan to Iza, brief mention of Rurik/Idazon

Perhaps it had been the music, or the general flashiness of the glass dragoness’ shattered mirror finish. Whatever it was, Teagan could not put her finger on what had drawn Rurik to the heavily fortified nest so eagerly. The glass dragon was not a happy one in the slightest. She turned to Ida with an apologetic look as her brother made his introduction before stepping in, just to be save. “Greetings ma’am.” Teagan was not the best with formal titles. “My name is Teagan and this is my younger brother.” He had already given his name. “I would be honored if we might touch both of your eggs,though I would be most appreciative if you would permit me to accompany Rurik in the dome.” She did not care for the notion of her brother being trapped in a glass bubble.
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