Fit for a Queen - Dragon Candidates

A large natural cavern found by the initial expedition. It has been cleared out and filled with sand. Naturally flowing hotspring pools inside the cavern keeps this cavern warm enough for dragon eggs, but also makes it very humid with all the steam from the hotspring waters.
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Sat Mar 04, 2017 4:18 pm

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Are you sure about this? I mean, overall I think it sounds perfect. And you have the approval of Vidarth's rider. I just don't think I've ever seen you get up so early before after a night of party hopping.

Of course Iktomith had never seen it. He forgot most of the past incidents that K'rios had pulled himself through, even at his worst. Today, he felt good, and it might have had something to do with the rains outside. He peered out from the entrance of the hatching sands and smiled. It wasn't as hot and humid out today as it generally was during Southern summer, which would make the job indoors a little easier. Not by much though, he admitted, considering the hotsprings that kept the sands warm and toasty.

It needed to be done though, this chore, a lesson if one wanted to call it that. With Lennoth growing larger with her eggs, and her clutching expected to take place any day now, it was best to get it out of the way and early enough that the candidates could get in and out, just in case she decided to head to the sands early. K'rios leaned against the frame of the entrance, eyes still on the sheets of rain as it poured down from the skies. He was going to need his dragon's assistance with this. It would get the candidates up faster, and allow him the chance to finish preparations from his end. He stood straight, stretched and twisted himself at the waist, then stepped inside again.

Do it.

Iktomith had been waiting for this moment all morning, and maybe a little through the night. He remembered his rider discussing it with Bellatrix, and the pleasure both he and K'rios had felt upon approval being given. Maybe nothing much would be found on the sands. Maybe they wouldn't have to clean them as diligently as they normally were after a hatching. But given this would be Lennoth's first time with eggs, K'rios had thought it would make things easier if the sands were fresh and free of any left behind shells or - and he'd seen this on a few occasions - a sandal that had been left behind.

Candidates! It's time to get up and prepare for the day! I don't care that it's early, you'll get out of your beds and dressed for the day. Go eat, then meet with K'rios on the hatching sands. Hurry it up, there's no time to be wasted. If I have to repeat myself, or you take longer than the generous half a candlemark I'm giving you, there will be a price to pay.

Feel good about that tone you used, you manipulative asshole? But Ikomith snorted, and his rider laughed. Let me know how the candidates progress. In the meantime, he had work to do until they arrived.
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Sat Mar 04, 2017 9:39 pm

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Issworent's eyes snapped open and he nearly jumped out of his bed when he heard such a strong voice in his head. It wasn't the first time one of the Candidatemaster's dragons spoke to him and he doubted he will ever get used to it. Maybe once he had a dragon of his own he won't find it so alarming or maybe it was because he was being summoned it felt alarming? Issworent rolled out of bed and quickly dressed, pausing to splash some water on his face but not fuzzing too much about his appearance.

Hatching Grounds the dragon had said and that gave Issworent pause. Was it a Hatching? He caulked his head slightly as he tried to remember if any of the Candidatemasters had said there were eggs on the sands ready to hatch but didn't recall anything. The only thing he remembered was one of the golds had risen not long after he had arrived. Even if she had laid her eggs, Issworent didn't think they would be hatching this soon. Sighing, he pulled on his boots and left his room to grab something quick to eat before heading to the 'Sands.

The worry he had that eggs were Hatching faded quickly as nobody was talking about eggs, mostly just grumbling about having to get up earlier than usual. Issworent kept silent as he typically did, not yet really knowing anybody among his fellow Candidates. He was picking up name and putting them to faces, mostly because he was observant even if he wasn't too talkative yet. He kept his distance from the female Candidates, nodding to any who greeted him but he didn't offer any conversation. Once he wolfed down some breakfast he stuffed his pockets with meatrolls for later, more out of habit than having a need for them. Unlike the Bottoms he dint' have to scrounge and sometimes fight for every scrap of food when he wasn't earning money as a Messenger. Even then he didn't get paid that well that he could afford as much food as he could eat as he was able to get here. There was always a niggling concern however that at any moment he would be told he had to pay for the food or Candidates couldn't have any more, which was why he kept storing food in his room.

Trudging out of the lower Caverns after eating, Issworent shrank slightly from the rain coming down. He didn't like rain even if it was a relief from the sweltering heat and heavy humidity of the last several days. After a Candidate pushed passed him to proceed through the mud towards the Hatching Grounds, Issworent hunkered down slightly and slipped his hands into his bulging pockets and followed. By the time he reached the Hatching Grounds he felt rather soaked and suspected the food he had pilfered will be a soggy lump in his pockets. He will eat it anyway, Issworent never wasted food unless it was spoiled so bad he couldn't keep it down.

Looking around the large sandy area he spotted Candidatemaster K'rios working away. He moved into the Hatching Grounds far enough to be completely out of the rain and out of the path of others coming in from behind. He didn't rush forward to be the first one noticed by the Candidatemaster. Instead he simply looked around till his eyes found Iktomith who was quite an impressive looking dragon in Issworent's eyes. The pewter coloring and pattern was impressive even if it made Issworent think of the dark interior of The Bottoms.
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Sun Mar 05, 2017 2:53 am

Pellist was already awake - but just barely - when he heard Iktomith's voice. He had necessarily become a lighter sleeper during that mess with the mice, and it had served him well taking care of his young flitter. The hatchling had always woken up hungry, and if Pellist didn't wake up and feed him quickly enough, the hematite flitt would start knocking over Pellist's belongings looking for crumbs. Pellist was getting dressed to retrieve Mouse's meal when the summons came, and rubbed groggily at his face. "At least I was already heading to eat," he mumbled, patting his left shoulder in invitation after he settled the tunic in place. Mouse cheerfully hopped on to the boy's shoulder, wrapping his tail around Pellist's neck for balance and chittering idly as if they were having a conversation. Normally Pellist would hush him this early, but since the other candidates needed to be up too, he didn't bother.

Eating and feeding Mouse at the same time was hard in the mornings until Pellist decided to skip meats for his first meal. Mouse had no interest in porridge, so he ignored the candidate's meal and was happy with what he was given. Pellist was working on the flitter's manners, but mornings were not a good time for thinking about training. When he felt a little more awake, Pellist directed his flitter back to his shoulder, and put his tray away.

When Pellist saw an older candidate leave the dining hall ahead of him, he kept a bit of distance between them. He hadn't blamed Issworent for the mouse's death, but he had felt awkward about trying to have a conversation afterward. Mouse seemed interested in him, however, chittering louder than usual, leaning forward on Pellist's shoulder as if he was trying to get a closer look at Issworent, and wrapping his tail uncomfortably tight around Pellist's neck to keep his balance. The boy reached up and loosened Mouse's tail, nudging the flitter back into a more upright position, while giving him a bewildered look. There was a vague hint of red in the flitter's eyes, and Pellist felt a vague echo of hunger, though he knew the flitter had plenty to eat this morning. Mouse would overeat if allowed to, though, and the smell of food always interested him at least a little bit.

"Behave," he hissed at the flitter, as Mouse leaned toward Issworent again. Pellist tried to be subtle about standing fairly far from the other boy. He didn't want to send a signal that he was still upset about the baby mouse, he just needed to keep his flitter from being so focused on the other candidate.
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Dark eyes fluttered open and the young girl let out a groan. What was she doing up so early? Usually she didn't have to be up for a little while longer. Stifling a yawn she stretched and sat up, het feet dangling over the bed. There was no sense in going back to bed now. The candidate has always been the type of person that once she was up and awake, she couldn't fall back asleep. Quickly, she washed herself up, more to wake herself up than the fact that she actually felt dirty or anything.

After that, she felt more wide awake, and the thoughts of last night talking with Lor, and Finn and Bastian came back to her. Of course, they had all eaten dinner together, which had become the normal thing for them. The four of them had sat there talking until they had had to say their goodbyes to Lor as the three candidates headed back to their barracks so that they wouldn't miss curfew. They had stayed up a bit talking, and then Isiana had not been able to sleep, so she had been reading. Reading until what time, she did not know. She had actually fallen asleep with her book open, and then put it away when she woke up again.

The call of a dragon pulled her from her thoughts, her heart racing just a bit at the shock. She took a deep breath and decided since she was up and dressed anyway, she would go eat now, and maybe she would be one of the first ones to arrive. Not that it really mattered, but the ark haired candidate always tried to make sure she was there a little early. She hated being late, and tried to make sure that that never happened.

Not wasting any time, she found herself outside the dining hall relatively quickly. She looked around for Bastian or Finn, but didn't see her two friends. She saw some of the other candidates but she didn't really know them personally. Grabbing her food, she ate quietly, knowing the sooner she got to her lesson and got it done, the sooner she would be free to maybe go find Lor and have lunch with him and her other friends after the lesson.

Isiana disposed of her garbage and made her way to the Hatching Sands. Why did it have to be raining today? Luckily, it seemed like it wasn't coming down all that hard during her walk. Once she made it, she saw a few people standing inside and quickly ducked in, finding herself standing by two other boys who she recognized from the little mouse incident. At least they were out of the rain now, but it hadn't cooled off in here at all. She found herself wondering exactly what they would be doing, and like the boys, she just remained quiet for the time being, taking in everything.
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Candidates! It's time to get up and prepare for the day! I don't care that it's early, you'll get out of your beds and dressed for the day. Go eat, then meet with K'rios on the hatching sands. Hurry it up, there's no time to be wasted. If I have to repeat myself, or you take longer than the generous half a candlemark I'm giving you, there will be a price to pay.

The voice the broke into Bastian's thoughts were not welcome...not at all. Yes, he was a candidate and he thought he did a damn fine job at obeying the rule of candidacy, but he was also a midwife and a Journeyman healer. Those two positions often times clashed with each other. Like now. He hadn't been out too late, but the day before he'd helped to deliver twins. The labor had lasted the entire day so he was rather tired from that. Thankfully though, the twins and the mother had made it through the delivery just fine. That was always a happier scenario than what could happen, but he was still tired and he was hoping to sleep in a little.

Thanks to the assistant candidate master, that wasn't going to happen. Bast got up with a groan and quickly got dressed. He looked about as put together as he felt. His hair was a little more out of control than normal, but he didn't care. Mel chirped at him as he made his way to the hatching sands. A nod was given to the other candidates that was there already. His hair was only made worse thanks to the humidity in the air due to the rain. Isiana was there already, so he moved to stand next to her. "Hey. Am I the only one that thinks this is far too early for a lesson or whatever?"
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Fri Mar 10, 2017 10:21 pm

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Sleep was a commodity that seldom came without a price. For some, that price was only the hours spent lost to the world. For Aesidhe, it was a time that marked her as defenseless, and beyond that were the nightmares that still plagued her dreams on more than one occasion. The candidate had not been resting peacefully when the dragon's voice broke into the twist of shadowed memories and masquerading fears. It came as a relief actually, and though her fingers tangled into the sheet pulled up over a slender shoulder, Aesidhe did not move straight away. That time was spent getting used to her surroundings again; the view of the candidate in the next bed over, the dim light of the glow basket in the corner, and the shuffle of feet beyond her immediate sight were all taken into slow consideration as her senses came to. If she yawned, it was more out of habitual need than lingering exhaustion, and the candidate shook herself awake the rest of the way with an upward push so that she was finally sitting cross-legged in her bed with the soft fabric of forgotten covers draped over her thighs.

Vaguely, the girl became aware of how that material tickled the bottoms of her feet as each toe twitched and wriggled out from under the sheets, and although the sensation made her giggle softly under her breath, it was accompanied by no more than a small smile that was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Somewhere to her side another candidate began to stir and change their clothes in an attempt to get ready for the day, and her own starving stomach grumbled plaintively for something to happen that would benefit it as well as whatever motivations may have drawn the girl from her slumber. The dragon had given them enough time to eat, but not as much as some of the candidates may have liked. A half mark was not a laughing matter to the child that had been raised with minutes and scraps to feed her wailing belly, however, and although Aesidhe had been cared for well enough in some ways, she had not escaped the hardships entirely. Dark hair became an obstacle as she dragged her fingers through the night's tangled mess with a frustrated groan that dwindled to a pained hiss, and it decidedly became more important to wrangle the unruly mass into a runner's tail rather than leave for the dining hall right away.

By the time she had been able to make it back to the sands, Aesidhe had to arrive with a half-eaten meat roll still stuck in her mouth, and her hands pulling her hair into another length of cord. The first had snapped mid-meal much to the girl's chagrin, leaving her to return early to her things for another, but she made it behind the last of the other candidates with a curious glance sweeping the horizon to try and figure out why they had been called. There were no eggs here yet, though there would be if the rumors circulating held any truth, but the remnants of past hatchings caught her attention as she stooped to pick up a tiny egg shard that couldn't have been larger than her thumbnail. It was given a moment of thought with the girl's mind reeling before she curled her fingers around the broken shell and slipped into the crowd. Nearby a boy had spoken up in apparent agitation, or perhaps it was amusement meant for the girl he had stopped next to. Regardless, Aesidhe flicked her eyes into a quiet roll: What did it matter if this was too early, or too late? The eggs would not hatch when it was convenient, and they were at the whims of their candidate masters despite what any of them would have preferred. All they could do was come along for the ride and try not to cause too much fuss. If it ended well for them on the sands, who were they to complain?
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Sat Mar 11, 2017 9:35 pm

Farnan groaned as he waked from another long night. He'd been trying to get ahold of his sister but she'd been so busy lately he'd had no time to contact her. It wasn't helping the two new flitts he had demanded food from him at all hours. The sound of the dragon in his mind wasn't pleseant. He didn't know how this dragon could project so far and so loud. Then he opened his eyes and remembered he was at the weyr. Shaking his head to clear himself of sleep he stretched and got to his feet. Just as he reached for his clothing he heard a squawk and groaned. Turning slowly he couldn't help but grin. The two flitts were curled around each other looking at him pitifully.

"You two are the death of me" He gave them each a scratch. Seeming to purr at him he yawned and grabbed his clothing. Spots, his little green, jumped and without crashing flew to land on his shoulder. She curled up and hummed as he was ready to go. Flash seemed to want to go back to sleep but spots gave a little chirp and as they left to go to the hatching sands he followed.

Arriving in the sands he yawned again and gave the pewter something similar to a sour look. Following the other candidates he took a spot far from the other but close enough to hear the candidate Apprentice if he had to. He knew from looking the man was the apprentice, even if he'd been around a short time, by the knots on his shoulder. He'd made sure to learn the Knotts first so as not to insult anyone.
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Sun Mar 12, 2017 11:41 pm

Pellist looked around at the other candidates coming to the sands, all older and taller than he was. He knew that others his age had Impressed before, but he hadn't really thought about how long he might have to wait until they were all gathered around like this, and he felt like he was the only little kid in sight. He was certainly the only little kid who had managed to create a fuss in the barracks by rescuing stupid mice.

The Journeyman healer who was also a candidate complained about the early morning, and Pellist felt a little more grown up until he remembered that Bastian had so many more responsibilities than he did, that he probably already didn't get enough sleep. If Bastian Impressed, of course, he would have to stop spending so much time as a healer, at least until Graduation. It was kind of funny that he might get more sleep after Impressing, instead of less. Pellist slipped closer to that group of candidates. "It is pretty early," he agreed, "but there's probably some reason for that." He wasn't sure yet what that reason might be, unless it was just to warn candidates that dragonriders sometimes had to respond to emergencies in the middle of the night.

He looked, up, again at all the other candidates. If he were a really nice person, he would probably hope to be left standing since he would have many more chances to Impress. Maybe instead he would hope that the clutch they were all waiting on would be big enough for them all to Impress.
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Finn heard the call and wanted to deny it. She even tried to bury her face in her pillows but it wouldn't do. The voice rang and rang in her head, and she knew better than to ignore it more than once. Eventually she kicked away the covers and frowned. What could be so important that they needed to be on the hatching grounds this early in the morning? Surely it wasn't the hatching, or else she'd be hearing Lennoth instead of the Iktomith. Knowing she would get answers once she arrived, she put on some decent clothing and made her way to the sands, locating Bast and Isiana first and leaning against the former. "So tired..." She mumbled under her breath, looking up as the last of the candidates trickled in.

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While he waited for the last of the candidates to arrive, K'rios completed the final preparations for their arrival. Rakes, check. Buckets, check. Water and klah to sip from, check. He had even arranged for a special breakfast to be served for them once they were finished, as a reward for the work they would be putting in this morning. Someone with more experience than him in the teaching business had made mention of positive reinforcement, and he thought this might be a good time to give it a shot.

When the last of them had trickled in, he stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. They all looked so sleepy, and there he was wide awake despite a rather wild party the night before. The poor things, they would learn eventually, should they Impress. Iktomith, from where he was perched, said a good deal of them would, and K'rios believed him. The pewter, for all his flaws, had a knack for searching and picking out which candidates would go on to bond. But that wasn't what he was here to think about. There were more important matters to attend to.

"Good morning everyone." He heard Finn groan at that and couldn't help but grin in response. "I'm sure you're all wondering why you've been called here this early in the morning. We have important work to do. As you all know, Lennoth will soon grace the sands with her maiden clutch. As such, it would be an honor to her to ensure they are free from flaw and debris. That's where all of you come in. While the sands are cleaned after each hatching, there's inevitably instances where bits and pieces are left behind, or clumps of sand form from dried fluids."

He could have said blood, but he didn't. Fluids left it open enough that some of them would be able to guess that it was one of those that would be included in that statement. "So we're going to make sure they're clean. She could clutch at any moment, which is why I woke you all up to get it done now. Rakes are available to each of you, and buckets are on hand - if one fills up, come and get another. Now, there's water and klah on hand since we might be here for a while, and there's a special breakfast in store for everyone once we're finished."

Iktomith reminded him of the rules, and he gave the pewter a thankful mental nod before slipping those in. "The rules for this lesson are simple, short, and sweet. There's to be no pushing for space on the sands. There's to be no rushing your work. Pets are allowed today but they must not get in the way of what you're doing. If they start to become a problem, they'll be sent away. Other than that, come and get your rake, get a bucket, and get to work."
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If it brought any pleasure to the young candidate to know that her assumption had been correct, it did not show other than how blue eyes gleamed in the dim light of the cavern, and through the way that Aesidhe tipped her head down with a hand to cover the coy grin of her lips as if she were instead trying to mask a yawn. It wouldn't have even been all that irregular; a quick assessment of her surroundings told the girl as much as her gaze met the lingering dregs of sleep still in the dazed expressions of some candidates. Oleander coiled around her neck from where he had followed her early retreat from the barracks, and the flick of his twin ruby colored tails drew her attention down to his form. At least he would be allowed to stay. It was easier than trying to peel the firelizard off of her whenever he was determined to stay.

As they were allowed to separate into individual spots, or small groups as in some cases as friends congregated together, Aesidhe took the offered tools with a quiet nod of her head. It shouldn't be a difficult task, but the candidate could understand why it was an important one. There may have been others who would be happy to complain about doing a 'drudge's' chore -- Aesidhe was not one of them. The sands were a shifting compass of time with every rise and fall of a dune marking where history had been carved by a young dragon's talons; the fluid clumped masses dried with a darker tinge of red-brown or green; shells to be unearthed like treasures. She could still feel the shard she had pocketed away, how tiny and insignificant it had seemed, and wondered who it had belonged to. Had they made it to their destined bondmate alive?

The rake plowed through the top layer of sand as the candidate worked to comb carefully through the grains of sand, but her mind drifted to thoughts of the eggs which would soon rest in their heated embrace; surrounded by a loving mother who would do anything to protect them. Did an unhatched dragonet realize how much it was wanted? Did it realize how far the Weyr would go to keep it safe? Her teeth found the edge of her bottom lip to nibble at it in silent contemplation, but they were questions that no one could really answer. The only being who would know the truth to those queries would be a newly hatched dragon themselves, and she was fairly sure that she had heard they had short memories. Each piece of debris that she came across was discarded into the provided bucket, but it was Oleander who had her grinning as the red fancy flit burrowed into the sand to help with tiny claws grasping shards as he popped back up to the surface again.
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