Logs:An Egg Touching Check-In
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| RL Date: 25 February, 2016 |
| Who: Dahlia, Ninwayzan |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dahlia checks in with Candidate Ninwayzan during an egg touching. |
| Where: Hatching Sands, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 2, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lilah/Mentions |
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>---< Hatching Sands, Fort Weyr >--------------------------------------------< The pale, golden-hued sands occupy nearly the entirety of the Hatching Cavern, with the dam and sire traditionally claiming the north with their eggs scattered throughout. To the right are the Galleries, which stretch up nearly the entire length of the wall and provide the only visual break in what would otherwise be a monotonous tableau. Lighting comes from both the entrance and through glow baskets spaced throughout, ensuring that the place is well-lit at all times. The heat here is tolerable, but only barely, and heat mirages are relatively common. Turns of hatchings have resulted in the sands being littered with fragmentary bits of shells despite thorough cleanings, subtle bits of history being left behind. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Dahlia F 19 5'9" sturdy, dk. brown hair, hazel eyes 0s Ninwayza M 15 5'3" stocky, blonde hair, emerald green eyes 26s Dahlia has been scarce and scarcer socially speaking, between playing the part of the clutchmother to remind her less than maternal lifemate to tend to the eggs and keeping up with as much of her other wealth of duties as she can, it's been hard to find the goldrider. Even those who've been to touch the eggs when she's in attendance have said she's often a little distracted. Today, an assistant headwoman found a handful of candidates at work and invited them to the sands on Dahlia's behalf. She's waiting at the entrance to greet them, with the usual run down of do-and-do-nots. Taeliyth's slender wheaten form is stretched on the golden sands so many shades darker than she is, her eyes whirling a steady, calm blue-green. As the candidates disperse to greet their favorite eggs, Dahlia seeks to fall in step alongside the baker-turned-candidate with a smile. "How're you holding up?" is casual invitation to conversation, though she seems not to want to hold up his progress toward whatever egg he'd like to visit. Ninwayzan hasn't really gone looking himself for the scarce gold rider but then he's just a mere candidate keeping busy until the eggs hatch. He's not been on the sands recently since his first chance. This time though he's one of the handful chosen by the assistant headman. Approaching the entrance his gaze sweeps over the rider briefly before rising up to those calm blue-green eyes. Her question brings a falter to his steps briefly before he continues across the sands as he replies. "Restless. Time's moving slow and quickly at the same time." a slash of a grin appears. "It really does when you're just waiting for things to harden, and not really too much knowledge of just how long that'll take." Dahlia sympathizes with a smile. She keeps step easily, not too close to the candidate, but close enough for this casual conversation. "It shouldn't be too much longer now though. They're so much harder than they were when they first started. Are you looking forward to the end of it, to know one way or other? For this clutch, anyway. I stood for one before Taeliyth's, though the circumstances were a little different then. Two clutches close together." "Like being in limbo. Really it's been nothing like apprentice, this whole candidacy. At leas not at first." Ninwayzan says musingly. Choosing as egg he is drawn to the Caged Jewel Egg. Letting his fingers trace lightly along the shell surprise tinges his tone as he notes. "Oh it /is/ harder." his palms press firmly against the dreamy blue shell. "Hey there." he murmurs softly to the egg. After a minute he continues the conversation from previously. "Course I suppose in some ways it compares to apprenticeship. Learning. Running tasks and whatnot. The end though will be different. Could be a new beginning or I go back to as it was before." "I don't know what being a baker apprentice is like. I'm given to understand it's pretty different than the traditional crafthall experience," since the bakers don't have one. Dahlia studies the egg he's chosen for his first visit thoughtfully, though she stands back enough to give him a measure of privacy to his greeting to the egg. "At FarmCraft Hall, apprentices had to do chores, like candidates, and take classes, but with apprenticing in your home, in their kitchens, I imagine the process is more than a little different." She does lift her brows in invitation for Ninwayzan to give her his take. "I'm not sure I agree about the end though. I think... it's the same, but on a more compressed timeline and it depends largely on things you can't control, instead of how much studying you do and how you get better or don't. I mean, some don't advance to Journeyman, you know? And that's a kind of new beginning." There's a casualness to her musing. She's not telling the younger man 'how it is,' but rather just suggesting how she thinks of it. "Never been an apprentice anywhere else." Ninwayzan offers cheerfully if a bit distracted as he circles his first egg of choosing. "I'll advance to Journeyman." confidant he is. "The end of all this." one hand waves to gesture around them to the eggs. "Two endings, one with a life mate and one without." for a bit longer he focuses upon this egg before straightening fully to peer around at the other eggs. Briefly his gaze sweeps the sands to land on Taeliyth's wheaten form. "She's very pretty. I never realized how many shades each dragon could be." "If you Impress, you may never get to advance to Journeyman. Faranth knows I won't," is equally cheerful and amused from the goldrider. "But it's not bad, really. I thought it was, once, but it's not. Just a different path in life." Dahlia looks to the egg thoughtfully, "Dragons are as spectacularly unique as each and every one of us. I'm on tenterhooks to find out what all of these eggs will shell. It's more than looks, too, their way of being... It's amazing." It's possibly something the junior hasn't been able to appreciate properly before now. "I'm sure others have asked you, but do you have any favorites?" She glances to the Caged Jewel with a cocked brow. This one, perhaps? "That I've accepted. Wouldn't have said yes to Stand if I hadn't thought of that." Ninwayzan's glance towards Dahlia is brief. "A couple actually." is his reply. "This ranks among the top. My favorite though is actually that one." he gestures towards the Charcoal and Graphite egg. "I've drawn several of the eggs by themselves and within the clutch." suddenly he ducks his head shyly. "I wonder if sometime you'd like to see the drawings? I don't have 'em with me. Didn't think to grab 'em before coming to the sands." "Good, I'd not like to see anyone with regrets in the barracks." Dahlia must mean the weyrling barracks, not the candidate barracks. She follows his gestures to take in his favorites. "Have you?" is piqued interest on the part of the goldrider for the drawing. "I would very much like to see them. Taeliyth would as well. One of my greatest failings in her eyes is not being able to draw things properly, as they are. I'm best with plants, of course. But faces or eggs even... I've never developed the knack. I wouldn't expect you to have brought them here, but if there's time before the hatching, stop by when Taeliyth is apparent," which she isn't always given her tendency to hang out on the ledges above or be farther afield even, "and we'd be very pleased if you'd show them to us. Have you always drawn?" "She really wants to see them too?" asks Ninwayzan with a startled look to the golden queen. By now he's shifted direction to a new egg, the Folds and Wrinkles egg. "Faces isn't my strong suit sadly though I really would lover to learn. Teaching myself...has been slow." he admits with a faint grimace. He dislikes not grasping something so easily. "I've drawn since I was little. Part of the reason I wanted to join the craft I did. New designs on cakes and other sweets." Ninwayzan's startled look has Dahlia laughing, a warm bright sound, smiling in its wake and nodding. "We used to have a harper that was a deft hand at reproductions," the goldrider says thoughtfully as she trails the candidate. "I don't think she's still posted here, sadly. But there might be another harper or more likely, a rider who was a harper who might be able to show you some tricks of the trade. "That makes sense. Drawing wasn't a reason for me to be a farmcrafter, just a hazard of having joined. You had to get good enough to at least loosely record plants and all that." She shakes her head a little. "If you Impress, there probably wouldn't be much time for drawing for a while, but all the things a person gives up early on... well, the important ones come back to you when you have time." Her arms fold across her middle, look thoughtful, clearly thinking on hatchlings given what she muses next. "I know Taeliyth was in an egg once, logically, but it's so hard now to really associate her with an egg. It's like... picturing a pregnant woman when you know the full grown adult, I guess." Weird, is what she means. Ninwayzan's eyes are on the egg before him though he's clearly listening to everything she says. Tilting his head to regard the egg before him he lets his hands trace the wrinkles seemingly etched into the hardening shell. "Definitely harder." he mutters more to himself and perhaps to the egg as well. "Growing bigger. Maybe a sturdy brown." is his guess. "What was Taeliyth's egg like? Did you think when you touched it that it would be the one holding her for you?" "Are you going to bet on any of the eggs?" Dahlia asks in the wake of Ninwayzan's guessing, smile growing taller in her amusement. "Taeliyth's was gold and dented. There was an egg touching where none of the girls wanted to touch the egg. I didn't want to touch it because I thought with a nice green I could continue on with my studies, perhaps, and my parents are blue- and greenriders. It seemed to follow," holds a little chagrin, "and I had no idea when I did finally touch it. But my classmates, most of them didn't want to touch it because they didn't want to end up with a deformed gold, as was suspected might be the case with a dragon coming from her egg. Lilah, who you never met," she reminds herself, "yelled at the lot of us and told us we were either touching her egg or handing in our knots, even if they had lost a green from lack of candidates just barely a month before." She shakes her head a little at the memory. "Bet? No. Just guessing for...amusement." is said with a faint shrug of his shoulders. "Well she seems perfectly formed to me." not that he's an expert or anything on dragons. But he's seen one or two since coming here as an apprentice. "Hard to tell whats inside from the outside though. Were there many weyrlings in your group?" "Too bad. If you're feeling confident, even just about your chances of Impressing, it can be a good way to make what marks you have grow." Dahlia answers with a mischievous rise and fall of her expressive brows. "Yes, nothing wrong with Taeliyth. So even if it was obvious hers was a gold egg and none of these are so obvious as all that, there might yet be a surprise for us, though she hasn't been tending any of them differently and they say that's a sign of not." That seems to bolster the weyrwoman who had a briefly worried look for the idea of one of these turning out gold. "There were fifteen in our class, and we shared the barracks with the older group who were shelled about three months before us for a few months. If you Impress, Ninwayzan, you'll be lucky. The older group - those from Zaisavyth's clutch - is moving out of the barracks now, so there won't be that to contend with. I thought it was nice to have some farther along though, some were able to help us out as we trained. The age difference in the dragons is steeper though, with these two sets. Six months apart instead of three." Ninwayzan shakes his head. "Betting is not a sure thing though. Got as good of a chance to lose the marks as I do having them grow. Can make due with what I got." he's frugal! "Hah, bet everyone would be surprised if a gold pops out of one of these." his gaze lingers towards the Sawed Scene egg. "If I were the betting type, I'd bet that one." in regards to the weyrling class size he looks over the eggs. "Sound like they'll be more room in the barracks then for those who get there." he meanders now to another egg, this time the Spirit's Silhouette egg draws him once more. "If I had to rank, this would be up there among the favorites." he adds. "That's true. Even Standing isn't a sure thing. Guess it all comes down to what kind of risks you're willing to take." Dahlia doesn't seem to judge the choice to be frugal; if one judges by her clothes, she tends to live that way too, not wearing the rich sort of things that would indicate new or especially fashionable. Her hazel gaze considers the Sawed Scene Egg a moment and then she shrugs her shoulders. "Won't know what's what until the dragons hum and they start hatching. I just hope they all hatch healthy and find lifemates." That's the most she'd dare hope for. "Room in a barracks is never really a problem. They're designed to hold multiple Pass-size clutches and train them, though this barracks was rebuilt some turns back. "I've always tried to imagine what a Pass size clutch looks like this. Most of them, double this, more or less." She shakes her head. "Imagine how many more candidates would fill the barracks. They say three times the number of eggs is ideal." It's so many people, the briefly boggled look in the weyrwoman's face is probably warranted. "Wow..." his gaze sweet the eggs all nestled soundly in the sands. "Double this?" Ninwayzan looks impressed at the potential numbers of a clutch during the pass. "Now /that/ would be a lot of candidates. From all over I imagine." "Very wow," Dahlia agrees with a grin. "Anyway, I shouldn't eat up all your time with the eggs. In case I don't get a chance to say it before the hatching, best of luck, Ninwayzan. I hope exactly what you're looking for is waiting for you in one of these eggs." She seems to mean that quite genuinely and she even reaches out, intending to lightly touch the baker-turned-candidate's shoulder in encouragement for the hatching to come in the next weeks before she's moving to speak with one of the other candidates for a probably similar 'check in' of sorts. Ninwayzan offers a genuine smile towards Dahlia, not minding the shoulder touch in the least. "Thank you ma'am, this has been an exciting experience for sure!" that boyish grin emerges. No matter how grown up he tries to sound that boyish side pops up often. "I'll gather up those drawings and bring them by in the morning, if you two are awake." being a baker's apprentice the poor lad's used to being up early. As Dahlia draws away he returns to checking out the various eggs that he's not yet had the chance to visit. |
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