Filli's Egg Touching

Candidate's Barracks
Long and low, this large room angles back into the mountain in a near-perfect
rectangle, devoid of windows and hearth. A functional room — all black
volcanic rock and simple earthen tapestries, there is nothing but stark
simplicity in the seemingly endless rows of cots that scatter back into the
shadows. A small clothespress sits at the end of each puce-covered bed — yes,
puce. Every cot sports a rather gaudy and obnoxiously purple cotton coverlet,
leftovers from PranksPast. Boys to the right, girls to the left. Enjoy.
Hanging out on a long wooden shelf on the wall are seventeen firelizards.
You see Kiiran's Cot, Kiy's Flaunt Shack, Arc's Cot, Inya's Cot, Zidon's Cot,
Ali's Cozy Cot, Hannah's Cot, Anely's Cot, Tynar's Cot, Mhairie's Cot, and
Filli's Cot here.
You notice Tynar, Kiylan, Zidon, Mhairie, and Kiiran asleep here.
Anely, Hannah, and Ainyan are here.
Obvious exits:

Filli's Cot
A pleasant looking cot, with a sturdy wooden frame, heaped with fresh rushes. A
clean blanket is spread over the bed.
You climb into Filli's Cot.
Inside Filli's Cot, Filli climbs into Filli's Cot.
Filli's Cot
You are lying on the cot. The warm blankets surround you, and you feel very

Southeastern Bowl
This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it
slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap
in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner
caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch
off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed.
There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.
It is an autumn sunset.
Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Etera, Mosquiton, Sarau, and Restless.
Brown Morath, blue Cherenth, bronze Sejith, brown Sevareth, brown Djarreth, blue
Celth, green Larisseth, and blue Aztereth are here.
Obvious exits:
Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

Kiylan illumines a leisurely promenade in from the Living Cavern.

Archellian walks in from the Living Cavern.

Kiylan illumines a leisurely promenade to the Hatching Cavern.

Archellian walks to the Hatching Cavern.

Tynar walks in from the Living Cavern.

Tynar mutters, "Can't be hatching. Must be something else. We'd be in our robes
otherwise." He glances, spotting Filli, and smiles, heading towards the hatching

Tynar walks to the Hatching Cavern.

Elle saunters with the best of 'em in from the Living Cavern.

Elle saunters with the best of 'em to the Hatching Cavern.

You go to the Hatching Grounds Entrance.

Hatching Grounds Entrance
The imposing height of this tunnel is a mere shadow of the cavern beyond. Worn
smooth by time and touch, the walls and floor reflect turns of passage by
candidate and observer alike, dusted gently by a smattering of coarse black
sand; heat and excitement are palpable here as well, cooled somewhat by the
breeze that filters in from the bowl. Broad, shallow stairs sweep up to the
galleries for more general observation, while a broad, lower tunnel leads
towards the sands themselves.
Green Fellrath is here.
Char, Anely, Kiylan, Archellian, Tynar, and Elle are here.
Obvious exits:
Sands Galleries Bowl

Kiylan's expression relays a sense of misery, too, but perhaps hers isn't faked.
Idly, she nods at Char and wanders over to Archellian, eyes half-lidded.

Elle is considered a straggler -but she was only making sure the crew got to the
right place.
What's more fun than watching candidates shuffling about on hot sands? Not much.

Aiesa walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Aiesa walks up into the galleries.

Anely bobs her head quietly, "Um… Char? Can I sit down on the sands now? I
have a nice padded cape, I can't get burned…" Nope, it may not be that
/pleasant/ but it won't hurt her. Oh /please/. Ane lives for sitting on the
sands and touching two eggs at once, she's odd that way.

Tynar quirks his mouth again. Ah. Eggtouching. Makes sense. He glances back to
Filli and asks quietly, "Been out on the sands before?"

Filli shakes her head at Tynar, "No." she says eyes widening just a bit.

Char watches as Filli, late, enters, her eyes narrowing at the young woman.
"Can someone reiterate what I just said for Candidate Filli? It appears she has
a little problem with punctuality." She waits to be sure that someone has taken
the tardy candidate in hand before proceeding. "These sands are hot. Don't sit
on them." A pointed glance is given Anely. "And please /bow/ before you start
touching anything. It's courteous and it appeases the golds." She pauses a
moment to allow that to sink in and then gestures. "Now, if we have no further
ques/tions/, we can continue." And with that, she steps out onto the sands.

Yes Sir! Archellian doesn't reply with anything near as energetic. He just pouts
and frowns and rolls his eyes at the idea of more boring egg touching. The whole
wonder and magic of it completely lost upon him. He does manage to force a
pleasant smile on his face though. He looks at Anely, "what do you need to sit
on the sands for?" he asks utterly baffled, unable to contain the question.
"We're not out there that long."

Aiesa walks in from the Galleries.

Aiesa walks up into the galleries.

Anely's features /drop/ the moment Char says she can't sit on the sands. Eyes
drop to the floor and a quiet sniff is given before she nods her head slowly and
follows on after the evil 'lingmaster.

Char moves with slow, deliberate strides, a slight limp marring their fluidity,
onto the hatching sands.

Anely creeps, delicate ebon material swirling about her form, onto the hatching

Kiylan illumines a leisurely promenade out onto the sands.

Oh ho ho! You had better be a Rider or a Candidate to have business on the
sands! Brooding dragons are not reknowned for their good tempers.
Hatching Grounds BROADCASTING
The heat here is stifling, encompassing, swallowing mind and hazing sight into
waved oblivion. Sparkling, coarse black sand simmers with volcanic urgency
underfoot, its hillocks and dunes arranged to queen's liking; reflected light
filters in, offered no even perceived respite. When empty, the vault of this
cavern is hushed, still that echoes and rebounds; when occupied, it is
intensified: clutch dominates view, and every sound resounds twicefold as loud
as was intended.
Gold Amerasuth, bronze Maraith, gold Vaelyth, and bronze Bith are here.
You see Hanging Gardens of Babylon Egg, Eerily Exotic Mayan Egg, Chinese Harmony
of Avians Egg, Elegant Grecian Urn Egg, Brilliantly Frescoed Knossos Egg,
Sweltering Sienna Egyptian Egg, Land of the Sioux Egg, Mystery Shrouded Pict
Egg, Dirt Encrusted Hun Egg, and El Dorado Aztec Egg here.
You notice Torey and R'kan asleep here.
Char, Anely, and Kiylan are here.
Obvious exits:

Archellian walks out onto the sands.

Tynar walks out onto the sands.

Elle saunters with the best of 'em out onto the sands.

Tynar wanders out with Filli, frowning a little at the heat. Was it this hot the
last time he was here? He sighs and comments to her, "Char said don't play
around else be a flattened candidate." He shakes his head and slowly approaches
the pile of eggs, staying with his group of fellow candidates.

Char is no longer Weyrlingmaster, though those who don't look at the changed
knot upon the woman's shoulder might not perceive the difference. Perhaps
that's why she's so pissy.

Filli smiles softly and grins, They where not kidding about hot sands. She looks
at Tynar and nods, "It think Char would be the one to have us flattened." she
says in a whisper. She moves along with the others.

Archellian bows deeply to the gold dragons, each in turn as soon as he steps
onto the sands, slender hand sweeping his locks from his eyes as he steps over
towards the eggs, with only slight hesitancy. The first egg reached is touched
lightly, and he tries to thing happy thoughts. Hmmm happy thoughs, he loses
himself in pleasant thoughts, the sands drifting off to insignificance.

Tynar nods softly and sighs a little, glancing over at the rider. He feels bad,
and looks it too, as he experiences Char on the rampage (tm). He glances over to
the eggs, and glances back to Char, "Anytime, or we have to wait for something?"

Okay fine, so no sitting on the sands right? Ane slowly shuffles out, kicking up
little clouds of sandnothing to disturb the queens or anything elsebefore
she clutches at the corners of her cape and does a little curtsy to all of them:
Amerasuth, Maraith, Vaelyth, and Bith. Liquidy eyes flicker before she slowly
makes her way towards her favorite pair of eggs, the Urn and the Pict egg.
Delicate snow white fingers are outstretched and Anely tenderly brushes across
the tips of said fingers across the Urn egg, smiling widly at the whirl of heat
kissing her fingers.

"Bow to the dragons," Archellian says to the others in a husky whisper,
reminding them, before gaze is set on the eggs again and back to his thoughts,
he shifts slowly over to the next one, not apt to hog them like Anely is, none
really taking his fancy it would seem, though some of the grumpiness has washed
from his face.

Char shakes her head, gesturing impatiently to the splay of ovoids upon the
sands. "We're here to touch. Touch," she answers the young man, readjusting her
swollen chest absently, grimacing. "Just don't forget to bow.

Filli waiting till she gets up close enough she gives a small curtsy to all of
the lovely dragons. She then glances toward the eggs. Eyes grow wide as she
watches she dose not moves she also appers not to be breathing.

Tynar sighs a little at Char's terse reply, and nods a little. He glances, doing
a light bow to the dragons. He's respectfull. Who wouldn't be to a creature
capable of pushing you into the sand? He wanders over with Filli, parting a
little as he walks in through the eggs lightly. He doesn't quite touch any of
them, yet, but he looks around at them.

Wincing as the heat infiltrates the soles of her sandals, Kiylan makes her way
across the sands to the Sioux eggs, eyes betraying her entrancement with its
soft colors.

Filli sighs after a moment and moves toward the El Dorado Egg. Finger move out
to touch the egg softly. The heat moves across her hand as she touches the egg
lightly. She smiles softly. "They are so warm.." she comment more to herself
than anyone

Tynar glances up to Filli and smiles a little. He glances back down to the eggs,
sighing lightly, looking at them. He's got his nice work boots on, and while
it's hot, he's at least not burning his feet. While he stands there, though, he
offers a faint sigh. He moves to the nearest egg and lightly lays his fingertips
on it, ever so lightly.

Char moves over to one side to watch, the familiar bundle that has adorned her
chest for the past few weeks gone. She sighs, flashing a quick smile to the
other rider there to watch.

Anely slowly draws away her one hand to place the other one palm down upon the
Pict egg, eyes gleeming with happiness as her finger tips gently rub against the
bumpy egg's surface. "It looks as if this one has a… cross upon it." Eyes go
wide before she slowly shakes her had from side to side, kneeling down to run
her fingers across said object upon the egg's shell. "Odd, yes, very odd." But
then again Ane always liked odd right? Slowly she slinks closer to the ground,
feet curled so all her weight is being carefully balanced on her two feet. Eep!
No falling now.

Archellian catches a flicker of movement from the side of his vision and slides
over to Anely, offerring a hand to help her regain her balance so she doesn't go
crashing down, "careful," he murmurs under his breath. "You don't need to touch
them both at once, you could well divert attention. Besides well I thought we
were meant to touch them all. And don't sit on the sands, otherwise you'll get
in real trouble," the last is delivered in a husky whisper.

Kiylan pauses mid-stride to offer the two queens a gracious smile and a gracious
bow; prolonged?

Filli smiles softly as she places the palm of her hand on the shell. Then pulls
it back afraid of hurting it. She sighs softly and moves over to the next
unoccupied eggs.

Tynar lets his hand flatten out on the egg, eyes staring at it quietly. He
quirks his mouth a little, as thoughts rampage through his mind. He stands there
for a while, just not moving, standing, before drawing his attention away
slowly. He glances over towards Filli and smiles a little, "I don't believe you
hurt them. It is just a shell, sorta like stone, except hollow, with a dragon
inside." He glances down. Such a hard concept to understand. A dragon, inside
these eggs, and you don't know what it looks like til poof, the egg is gone.

Filli nods softly, "That is sorta the mystery of it all." she says with a smile
as she lays her hand on the next egg. Just feeling the shell. "It's really kinda
interesting that way..sorta like a presant, don't know what's inside till the
outter wrapping comes off."

"I like these two best though…. I know it's sort of 'spreading my luck thin'
in a way, but… I tend to stick to things I like." Anely gratefully takes
Arch's hand though, the moment /after/ she lands upon her butt. Carefully she
pulls on Arch's hand to lift her up before she draws it away and wipes the sand
off of the back of her cape. "I normally feel 'conections' with eggs, if I don't
like the way one of them 'feels' I tend to stay away from it ya know? Avoiding
bad vibes persay." Ahh, atta girl, she has weird ideas like that, but it just
adds to Ane's oddness doesn't it?

"Um, Anely not to be offensive or anything but did it work last time?"
Archellian asks in the same soft whisper, "come on, have a look at the other
eggs and touch them. You don't want to monopolise two of them do you? Best to
get a look at all of them, besides they are all rather pretty," a touch of
wonder seeping into his voice as he tries to convince himself of that. "And well
who knows what egg might contain your possible lifemate, you don't want to stand
by these two do you and the find that one," a slender hand waved randomly at the
Brilliantly Frescoed Knossos Egg. "You'll then regret you didn't get to know
them all."

Tynar wanders over to the next egg and nods quietly, looking over at Filli, "I
suppose so. I.. well.. more like.. is one of these presents looking for you." He
quirks his mouth a little and eyes the egg he's at before putting his hand
lightly upon it. He murmurs a little, "Last time I was here, I got nearly
flattened by a bronze."

Filli wanders over to the next egg as well, "I guess you are right." she says
and places her hand lightly on the eggs, "Flattened by a Bronze? That don't
sound like much fun." she says with a warm smiles, "But still interesting." she

Anely's head slowly falls at the comment directed towards her. "If I have a
dragon out here, it matters now what egg or eggs I do or do not touch Arch." Is
bittery said as she walks in the opposite direction of the Knossos egg, she
instead goes towards the Eerily Exotic Mayan Egg all the way on the other side
of the hatching grounds. Quietly she lays both hands upon it's fiery top and
wiggles her fingers about, trying to feel movement beneath the shell, but sadly
finds none at all. But her pale eyes have been mostly hodded since the comment
with Arch, and she keeps quite quiet now.

Tynar nods quietly. Interesting. That.. is definately how you would put it. He
lets his hand slip off that one egg before moving to touch another, making a
small circle. He doesn't want to touch *all* the eggs, just enough to make him
pleanty nervous. He glances up at Filli and smiles a little, remaining more or
less quiet ny.

"I didn't mean to offend you," Archellian trails after Anely, "I'm sorry," he
murmurs apologetically, distress crossing his face. "I just thought maybe it
would be luckier to touch them all… I'm probably wrong I've never been on the
sands before or anything. I'm sorry Anely I didn't mean to offend you."

Char shifts from foot to foot, eyeing the golds and bronzes standing sentinel
over the sands. She lets out a weary sigh, her gaze unfocusing as she speaks
with her lifemate.

Kiylan takes this opportunity to sneak over the the Urn and Pict eggs, running
her fingers over their smooth surfaces with pleausure.

Anely lifts her watery gaze up to gaze at Vaelyth and then Maraith, the two she
saw hatch and impress. Slowly shaking her head Ane runs her fingers across one
of the blood stains, eyes glaze over as she nearly imagins getting the sanguine
color upon her flawlessly white finger tips. "No, just forget about it. I really
don't understand why I'm out here anyways. And it doesn't matter, in a few
sevendays by the looks of it this 'dream' will all be over and I'll be with my
family again." Her children and her beloved weyrmate.

Filli smiles softly to Tynar and moves to the next egg. She doesn't want to
touch *all* the eggs herself. She just want to touch some of them. It don't
really matter.. If her future Lifemate is out there..then he or she will find
her when the time is right. She stays quiet as well only to look around from
time to time to keep track of Tynar. She sighs softly and raises and eye to

"And you might have a new addition to your family," Archellian chuckles in
response to Anely, "who can tell. A tentative hand reaches out to touch the egg
Anely is, hoping she doesn't get upset at that. "And you're out here because the
dragons believe that there is a dragon out there for you. Same reason as I am.
And most people would say even the chance of it is worth taking." He's not most
people but well he's trying to help as best as he can.

Tynar glances over and raises an eyebrow at Anely, then back towards Filli. He
smiles a little, then a little niggling thought has him glance over to take a
look at Char. He tips his head a little. She's ok, right? He thought she was
anyways. He glances back, though, not feeling up to asking much of anything as
he lightly draws his fingers across one egg, then another. He's polite about it,
and eventually starts revisiting eggs he's seen before. Quirking the corner of
his mouth, he glances to Filli.

Char folds her arms across her chest, then refolds them, discomfort apparent on
her features. "Shard it all anyway," she mutters and just lets her arms fall to
her sides.

Filli glances back at Tynar and smiles softly. She is also back at and egg she
has already visited once. She grins softly and lightly touches the egg. Eyes
glances to the the restless Char.

Tynar glances over to Char and sighs a little. Glancing to the eggs, then
wandering out from them, he makes his way over towards the rider. Corner of his
mouth quirk here, there, and he asks softly, once near enough, "Everything ok?"

"A dragon didn't /choose/ me like the first time Arch." Anely hisses in a near
whisper to the candidate standing near the egg she /tried/ to touch and get away
from the other candidate. "Char did. She asked me to stand, and Djarreth has
always thought there was a dragon out there for me so he does not count."
Obviously Ane still hasn't /completely/ gotten over the fact of her 'failure' to
impress over two turns back, and Arch just happened to hit a rather sore note.
"But we'll see, we'll see. Whatever happens I'll accept it as fate." With that
said he ebon clad one walks off in the direction of a new egg, a green one, the
Hanging Gardens of Babylon Egg. Bone hued finger tips glide across the vines
that wind around the shell in delicate harmony with the white and silvered gray
hue in the background.

Char smiles sourly at Tynar, shrugging. "Just a little… tender." She
blushes, forcing her hands to remain at her sides.

Archellian turns and stalks off to some other egg sighing that he's made another
enemy, his steps carrying him as near to the exit as he can go whilst still
actually being near the eggs. Fingers brush across another egg, his thoughts
elsewhere, fluttering on unknown paths.

Tynar raises an eyebrow, not fully comprehending, but glances down a little.
Didn't his mom once say.. oh. He quirks his mouth a little and glances up,
facial expression not quite comprehending, but he tries, "Sorry to hear it.."

Filli walks a path around the eggs touching one softly every so often. She
glances toward Tynar and Char. Is she okay..she wonders as she is out of hearing
distance from the two. She stops a moment and stands there her one hand on the
egg the other down at her side. She raises and eyebrow.

Anely just traces the 'vines' that run like spiderweb across the egg's surface
before she slowly kneels, disappearing with the eggs once more as she slowly
rubs her palm across the egg before leaning in to press her cheek against the
Hanging Gardens egg, closing her eyes to let a slow sigh drop away before she
pushes back the sudden flood of bad emotions. But still, she doesn't move from
having her cheek pressed 'gainst the egg.

Lost in a world of his own, aka his thoughts, Archellian lets his fingertips
swirl around the surface of the egg before him. Thinking of everything and
nothing for long moments before his lashes flutter open again and he peers round
at the galleries, wondering about that day in the future when they'll be
standing here under the heavy eyes of golds, dragons and an audience.

Char grumbles, finally giving in and pressing the heels of her hands against her
swollen chest.

Kiylan somehow has found her way back to the Sioux egg, admiring it softly
before turning around to obey the call.

Filli glances at Char and nods softly touching the egg one last time before
heading out with the others. She sighs softly and turns her head to gaze at the
eggs quickly.

Head tilts at Char's words, Archellian smiles and trudges off towards the exit,
ahead of all the candidates for once, the eggs not even given a backward glance.

Tynar glances over towards the eggs, then back towards Char, nodding lightly. He
was done anyways, and turns, murmuring lightly, "I know I can't help with
*that*, but I will help if you need, still." With that he wanders over near to
Filli, smiling at her, "Everything you expected?"

Anely rises from the egg, slowly bending down to plant a kiss upon the tip of
the egg before she slides off towards the exit of the grounds. Head slowly tilts
and pale optics focus upon the two eggs she had to 'leave', her favorites before
hear head slowly shakes and she slides on out. Onyx cape flickers on along
behind her before she lets her head fall and hair once more obscure the view of
her blackened eye.

Anely creeps, delicate ebon material swirling about her form, off the sands.

Archellian walks off the sands.

Tynar walks off the sands.

Too hot for you? Or you just need a break? No matter, this way is out!
Hatching Grounds Entrance
The imposing height of this tunnel is a mere shadow of the cavern beyond. Worn
smooth by time and touch, the walls and floor reflect turns of passage by
candidate and observer alike, dusted gently by a smattering of coarse black
sand; heat and excitement are palpable here as well, cooled somewhat by the
breeze that filters in from the bowl. Broad, shallow stairs sweep up to the
galleries for more general observation, while a broad, lower tunnel leads
towards the sands themselves.
Green Fellrath is here.
Ashira, Aiesa, Anely, Archellian, and Tynar are here.
Obvious exits:
Sands Galleries Bowl

On the sands, Kiylan illumines a leisurely promenade off the sands.

Kiylan wanders off the heated desert of dragon-sands.

Filli nods softly to Tynar, "Yes and a bit more." she says smiles her green eyes
shining happily.

Ashira walks out.

Tynar smiles a little at Filli and nods. Glancing back towards the sands, then
to her, he smiles, "Back to the living caverns, I guess.." He smiles a little,

On the sands, Char moves with slow, deliberate strides, a slight limp marring
their fluidity, off the sands.

Char wanders off the heated desert of dragon-sands.

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