In Service of the Queen { Tag } 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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Tue Apr 10, 2018 7:43 pm

ooc: Takes place two days after Lennoth's hatching.
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K'rios approached the classroom with a smile on his face. It was the day after chores had been handed out, and he had a special offering for them, one he was certain they would jump for once they heard about it. He reached the door of the classroom, where chatter could be heard on the other side, stilled with his door hovering on the handle and schooled his features. He didn't want to give too much away too soon, though underneath the exterior he wore, his shit eating grin would pop up soon enough. He couldn't help it, this was something he and Bellatrix had been working hard to organize all morning and most of the afternoon on, an if the candidates pressed their efforts towards it, they would benefit greatly from it.

Ready, he opened the door and stepped inside, the silence immediate as he marched to the front of the room. It wouldn't take long for him to get the announcement made, so he was glad he had their attention as soon as he'd stepped into the room. "Good afternoon everyone. I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. I've been speaking to Candidatemaster Bellatrix and Weyrwoman Safryn and there is some important work for you all to do for the rest of the day. As you all know, your queen Soquilith is growing more egg heavy with each passing day. You're also aware that her hatching grounds are presently in a state of disarray. She cannot, and will not, clutch your future dragons when they're in such a condition. Therefore, today you're going to be tasked with cleaning them up."

He held up a finger, letting them know he wasn't finished yet, and so questions and complaints needed to be held off. "There are several things I will point out, some of which will benefit you. Not only will it make your queen happy, but it will ensure her children have a safe and tidy place to hatch and Impress, which is of the most import. That is not all, however. The reason myself and the Candidatemaster have been so sparse in appearance this morning is because we've been on the sands hiding things. The purpose behind our activities is to ensure you do a very thorough, deep clean. These things include marks, trinkets, and other items you'll enjoy, yours to keep so long as you don't half ass your job in your quest to find these items. No fooling around in trying to find the better things, and no trying to be an ass to each other in your attempts to get to a better thing before someone else."

This is where his grin started to show, and he let it flicker ever so slowly into place. "Because I won't be the only one there watching to make sure you play fair and do a proper job. Soquilith will be there supervising, as will the Weyrleaders." He let that one sit and settle for a moment, to soak in. They had no choice but to behave now. "Talking among yourselves will be permitted and is, in fact, encouraged, as is working together in groups. You may bring your prizes to the stands for safe keeping where I'll be sitting and watching. You don't need to bring rakes, shovels, or buckets onto the sands, those are already waiting there for you. What you do need to bring with are snacks for Soquilith, which are waiting outside of the hatching grounds entrance, or the Weyrleaders. Some of you will follow me to the kitchens, some of you will go to the hatching grounds entrance and wait for us there. Once we go inside, present the offerings, then get to work. Once we're finished, and things are deemed clean by Soquilith, you'll have the rest of the day to yourself, and aside from chores tomorrow, there will be no lessons for you to do."

With that, he gathered up Fyrnella, Rhielvan, Kolearine, and Varren to follow him to the kitchens, while the rest were sent to the entrance of the hatching grounds were they would find chilled and cleaned butchered sections of meat waiting to be brought in for the queen. Soon enough for the five of them returned with the required items for the Weyrleaders, and then they stepped inside, K'rios moving to bow first before their leaders, the great golden queen and her bronze mate. "On behalf of myself and the candidates of the Weyr, we thank you for your hospitality on the sands and your willingness to supervise, beautiful. I'm here to ensure your children will be brought into this world in the comfort they not only need, but truly deserve." He turned to the candidates then, and bowed his head at them before stepping back, allowing them to take it from there, trusting them to do their part the way he had instructed them to.

ooc: Hatching grounds cleaning thread! Soquilith and Safryn there with permission from the lovely Fawkes! If your candidate has any questions that they may not have had the chance to ask K'rios before he shuffled them away, please feel free to have them approach him in the stands at any time during the course of this thread. Otherwise, this is a candidate free for all, answer and play at your leisure, but expect him - or Soquilith/Safryn to step in if the need arises.

Prizes are small and IC only. Once every few posts, I'll randomize the list I have and post the results of what each candidate dug up - it keeps it a surprise for them. If anyone has ideas for tiny prizes, PM me before the first randomization!

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Sunaia had expected it would feel radically different, to be facing the Hatching Sands of a Weyr other than Telgar. She'd known no where else as a candidate. But once more she was discovering that the differences were cosmetic. She still felt the lower notes of excitement mingled with fresher glints of dread and shame-- how many times had she done this now? And how many times had she hoped for a different outcome, something other than walking from the Sands alone?

At least this time, facing only cleaning the sands instead of hatchlings upon them, she would not be alone in either walking on or walking off. And there was K'lios, the force of his smile sufficient to calm any nerves.

It was a minor miracle she'd been cleared to attend officially as a candidate. Conditionally, the healers had warned, which meant that if she showed any sign of relapse they'd be quick to pull the knot from her shoulder. But conditionally was still clearance, and that was good enough for her. Good enough for the candidatemasters and Weyrleaders too, if her being summoned along was any indication. Better to feel relieved, she told herself, than nervous. It would have been worse to have been kept from standing at all, even if her dragon wasn't right now growing inside of the resident Queen.

Part of the group ordered directly to the sands to collect the offerings for Soquilith, she stole glances at the other candidates while shifting her hands beneath one of the meat-heavy platters. Those who caught her eyes were given a small, warm smile, particularly those who looked more nervous than she-- first timers, maybe, and she certainly remembered how that felt. It was good to be reminded that others might be having an even worse time of it than she was. It was also good to be reminded of her responsibility here, experienced candidate that she was. So much better to focus on duty than her own private fears.

For the benefit of those who may not have done this before, she murmured, "You don't have to speak but do bow to her before you set down her snacks where she can reach them. A brooding queen is soothed by ritual and formality." It was one of Telgar's lessons and who knew if such things flew here, but it was what Sunaia knew to offer.

She set off after K'rios. With her half-brother handling the opening greetings, Sunaia dipped into the best courtly curtsy she knew how to perform and carefully placed the platter upon the sands near Soquilith's forepaws. "Thank you," she echoed the candidatemaster. "To your health and that of your children, Soquilith." Deeming that sufficient, she stepped aside to clear the way for the next candidate and turned to hunt down the nearest rake. Once that tool was in hand, the young woman sent a salute towards the stands and the more distant figures of those watching before bending to the task of dragging rake-tines through the sand before her.
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The fact that there was lessons and chores were really only to the good, as far as Niomi was concerned. It had only taken a few days for her to realize the biggest differences between life at the Hold, and then here in the Weyr. And since Cataren was still trapped in the Infirmary more often than not, that left Niomi to her own devices. Even if it was awful not being able to make sure he was alright and stay by his side, she knew the Healers at the Weyr were top notch, and he was at least well taken care of. And if she could do some work around the Weyr, she didn't feel as much like a freeloader. They were feeding them after all(rather well too, much better than anything she ate at the Hold), and she also ended up with a new set of clothes(something that was honestly a very novel idea to her. Fresh clothes that weren't worn by another for turns and turns first...She almost didn't believe it still.).

So when time came to be summoned for another Lesson, she responded immediately, and was even one of the first to arrive at the classroom. She dropped her gaze, and went into a quiet corner as more and more people filtered in. As everyone else chatted or worked on something, she just sat there, staring at her feet as the moments ticked by. Finally, right as she was thinking that perhaps something had happened, or maybe they somehow all made a mistake about place or time, the door opened again, and K'rios entered. Niomi vaguely recognized the man, though he wasn't the one she had had the most direct contact with. Either way, she paid close attention to his announcement.

They were going to clean the Sands? That sounded interesting...but the Queen was on them. That prospect made her nervous. Other than Elahrairath, Niomi had not been close to any dragons, and the Brown had been massive enough in her eyes. But she obediently followed the group headed straight for the Sands out, hanging back a little so they could show the way. She was still figuring out the layout of the (in her lack of experience) massive Weyr. Arriving outside the Sands, she took her own chunk of meat, and waited patiently for K'rios and the others to return from the Kitchens. She had handled meat many times while helping in the kitchens, so there was no squeamishness to her action. And luckily, it wasn't a long wait before the man and other Candidates returned with refreshments for the Leaders, and they all shuffled inside.

Niomi found herself struck by the sheer majesty of the Queen. The young woman had never even imagined what a Queen dragon might be like up close, but she could never have done the sheer beauty before her justice. The girl was wide-eyed, and slightly slack jawed as she shuffled in line, hanging back a bit again as others stepped forward to offer their treat to the spectacular Gold that was monitoring them. Finally though, the girl realized she had been shuffled around enough that she was suddenly before this awe-inspiring creature. An instant ticked by, and Niomi felt on auto pilot as she bowed(she wasn't foolish enough to pretend like she knew how to curtsy), and words just fell from her mouth without thought, "I've never seen anything as glorious as you." She set the food down, and hurriedly scuttled back towards the clustered tools.

Finally, something she was familiar with. Work. Taking a rake, and a rag, she quietly slipped towards the edge of the Sands, out of everyone else's way, and a polite(in her mind) distance from the Queen. A few quick movements, and she had a smooth rhythm of combing the Sands.
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Thu Apr 12, 2018 4:39 am

Raking the sands after the Hatching was a fairly traditional chore for the candidates left behind. Varren had occasionally wondered if it was excessively cruel to send the same people who had just been found wanting out to clean up after the debris of their failure while the successful never looked back. True justice would probably have seen this chore assigned to the new weyrlings instead, while the unwanted nursed their wounds in the barracks. At least this time, Varren did not have literal wounds, though the mauling he experienced at his last High Reaches Hatching had at least spared him this duty.

He had to admit, though, that it was unreasonable for newly Impressed weyrlings to do this. They were exhausted from the Impression itself, and from taking care of their hatchlings. The candidates were probably the only logical choice, and it was pointless to complain about fairness.

He was probably also feeling more uncharitable than usual. One of the blues had looked at him for a long moment....

He still had six turns before aging out, he reminded himself. Finn's confidence that he would Impress here when he had failed at High Reaches had just gotten his hopes unreasonably high for the first Hatching he attended here. This wasn't a sprint, his dragon just hadn't hatched yet, he still had his craft, he would be fine.

Providing snacks for the egg heavy queen and her rider was a new wrinkle, though. When he had done this at High Reaches, he didn't think there had been a queen watching. And giving food to an expectant mother made him smile a bit, thinking about his first day at this Weyr. They probably wouldn't be able to exceed Soquilith's appetite, and egg-heavy queens didn't seem to want any odd food, just more of the usual. But he could see the similarities, even if he would actually be carrying snacks for the human partners.

Because he was bringing food for the Weyrleaders rather than their dragons, his first greeting to Soquilith was a silent bow. It didn't help that he was a little nervous about dropping the tray while he bowed, but he managed before approaching the Weyrleaders with the tray. He hadn't really had an opportunity to meet either of them since coming to New Atricis, so he did speak when he presented them with the food. "Thank you for allowing me to transfer here," he said, bowing slightly. "I'm very grateful for the chance to support my sister."
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The young woman was no stranger to the sorts of chores that candidates went through during their sometimes extensive wait between clutches. She had been standing as a candidate here for a Turn and a half, which meant that she had seen clutches come and go, with little excitement left for her on those heated sands. But that didn’t mean that she had grown despondent as the months went on; rather, she felt a newfound sense of determination coursing through her. If her dragon had been shelled too soon, she had reasoned resolutely after her second time standing, then that meant she would not truly appreciate the bond that would form between them. She still had plenty of time to wait, after all, and she was more than willing to do just that, if it meant having a dragon that was simply perfect for her, and for her alone. Which is why, naturally, she wasn’t surprised to hear that the candidates would be utilizing their lesson time today in order to clean the sands to prepare for Soquilith’s next brood. The dark gold was growing more and more egg heavy with each day, and it would not do for the Weyr’s senior queen to lay her clutch on sands littered with the shells of Lennoth’s brood. It was nothing short of disrespectful for any mother dragon, let alone the premier queen of the entire Weyr.

She listened to K’rios intently as the man went on to explain why they were doing this, likely for the benefit of the candidates who had only stood for the first time with Lennoth’s eggs, and thus didn’t know that it was the job of the candidates who had been left standing to clear the sand of the broken shells. Just as it was the mother dragon’s to rid the sands of any unhatched eggs or, Faranth forbid, unfortunate hatchlings who died without hopping between directly after the Hatching. That, she could only hope to imagine, had to be a difficult job for the clutch mother, who had spent so long developing those eggs in her belly, laid them carefully on the sands, and attended to them until the day their siblings all hatched and Impressed. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, hoping to get such grim ideas out of her mind, while K’rios went on to explain that the reason he and Bellatrix, the senior candidatemaster, had been sparse as of that morning was because they had spent it hiding things in the sands. The young woman perked up a bit at that aspect, not for whatever it could bring to her, but rather to her fellow candidates. It gave them reason to want to thoroughly clean the sands, provided they didn’t have good reason to in the first place. And it gave them rewards for doing a good job; all good points in her book.

The rider went on to explain that there was to be no foul play in trying to get all of the ‘better’ things for oneself, as the senior queen and her mate would be there to supervise, as well as their riders. The thought of the Weyrleaders overseeing such an event, while not unheard of, still managed to take her aback just a bit. Kyrielle took a moment to pull her hair back into a loose runnertail, trying to ease sudden nerves while not trying to look overly suspicious about it. Soon enough, they were sent to wait by the entrance to the Hatching Grounds, while K’rios and four of the candidates were swept up to help him bring the offerings back to them. It didn’t take them long to arrive, and while she would have liked to have brought an offering to Soquilith, she was also certain that many of the other candidates were going to do the same. So, she grabbed a few snacks for the Weyrleaders, who would likely grow hungry as the cleaning stages went on. As she entered the sands themselves, she approached Soquilith and her mate first, giving a respectful curtsy to both gold and bronze before approaching their riders, a pleasant smile on her face as she presented her offering of snacks. “Thank you again, for the opportunity of being a candidate here,” she told the Weyrleaders, her gaze settling firmly on Safryn as she spoke, a warm look in her eyes as she thought fondly back to that day the blue had asked her if she had ever thought about standing. “And thank you for everything that you’ve all done for my sister. I’m glad to see her coming out of her shell at last.”

And with that, she picked up a nearby rake, eager to make way for the next candidate as well as get to work on the daunting task ahead. She glanced over the growing amount of candidates already at work, her gaze falling on another young woman, one that had only arrived at the Weyr fairly recently. She made quick work in approaching Sunaia, offering a smile to the other candidate as she started dragging the tines of her own rake through the sand close to the other young woman’s. “Don’t believe we’ve properly met, and I thought perhaps we could help each other out. I’m Kyrielle, candidate but still weaver by trade. What’s your name, and what do you think of the Weyr so far?”
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Thu Apr 12, 2018 3:10 pm

Yet another lessons, Fyrn wasn't too put out as being a healer the lessons were numerous too. For this lesson however she had Gemmer and Mossay stay away, they were currently sunbathing and napping happily after a good bath and oiling along with a meal. She figured that would keep them out of her hair for awhile so she could concentrate. Once she got to the classroom she picked a random seat that wasn't too close to anyone and glanced around. There were already several candidates there and part of her wondered if she would make friends eventually with any of them. Well a friend anywhere in the weyr would be nice even if they weren't a candidate.

Her mind kept going through these odd thought patterns, and thinking about possible things she could change to be more friendly and inviting to others? K'rios came in so she shelved those thoughts quickly and sat there with rapt attention. She could be said to have been at the weyr for a fair bit now and started to get used to things as a few seasons had passed now. Cleaning out the hatching sand? well that was understandable as all those egg shell bits and pieces that could cause harm later on. Fyrn wrinkled her nose though when it was mentioned the egg laden queen and her mate along with the weyrleaders, their riders, would be there. Before she had time to get nervous her brain was already chastising them for abandoning their health to just laze about and watch in such a heated environment.

The notion of things hidden in the sands too was intriguing but her brain was more focused on everyone's health so before they headed off she coughed a little bit and glanced around to the other candidates. "Make sure you drink enough and don't get too overheated." While she tried to speak up as for advice her little lecturing healer tone couldn't help but kind of come out. Causing Fyrn to turn a bit red in the face and glance down, only to be one of the chosen to get snacks for the leaders? Instantly her eyes went wide and her hands shook a little bit, cold sweat on her brow and all other signs of nerves. She still didn't do well around riders especially the higher ranks, always wondering if she would mess up something and make a fool of herself or cause problems.

Fyrn's eyes stared directly on the ground in front of her feet to make sure she wouldn't trip on something and so she didn't have to look around at most others. Along with a few other candidates she helped pick up a tray of snacks, frowning a little bit as she glanced over them then giving a little nod of approval. There was nothing there that the heat nor the amount of time that might occur would spoil the food and cause problems at least. It wasn't until they got to the hatching sands with the other candidates that the nerves started to really affect her. Taking a deep breath she forced her arms and hands to be stable to hold the tray but that just caused her forehead to sweat a bit more. She kept it away from the tray though, and tried to walk stably without glancing up much.

It was her turn to give her respects to the egg laden queen and her mate oh shards and shells!! If she wasn't watching where her feet were going she would have faceplanted from nerves. Her bow curtsy was rather awkward and shaky but she never looked up and merely tried to speak up hoping her voice wasn't too shaky... which it was. "Greetings great queen Soquilith and Zenjarth, I wish perfect help on both of you and your clutch." Near the end she almost bit her tongue but that woke her up a little bit. With that she headed to the leaders and tried to do her same bow curtsy like thing that was even more nervous and shaky but she didn't drop the tray yet. Handing it over while her eyes stayed down on the ground as she spoke up with a soft voice. "I hope you two the best of health, and be careful of the heat and keep drinking and make sure you don't let the heat get to you...... sorry healer.." Her last two words were very very soft as she realized she started to slip into her healer mindset again.

With that she scurried away and grabbed a rake, bucket, and maybe something else she would need and picked a portion of the sands not already taken. Partially embarrassed, partially nervous, and partially scolding herself for how she acted. Hopefully they wouldn't think too much on it as she started to go through the sands, trying to rake as deeply as she could. Sometimes the rake would get stuck as she didn't have as much strength still, so after some tug and pull she would get it free and start over in the spot again to make sure to help clean stuff up.
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Aranrod could barely believe that she had been at the Weyr, standing about once per season, for two turns now. She had been so eager and optimistic before her first Hatching, until she did the math, comparing the number of eggs to the number of candidates. Well, she had decided, that was fine, she would get to try several times. She could feel a little pity for those Searched when they were almost too old, because they would have fewer chances.

Then she realized that there were weyrbred candidates who never Impressed, despite standing ten turns.

But she could hardly complain. She was living in a Weyr, on the edge of an exotic culture, exposed to people and creatures that she would never have an opportunity to see on the northern continent. Any harper would be thrilled at these experiences, and she needed to remember that was what she was. A harper. So if/when she didn't Impress, she would be able to teach children on the northern continent about the Pearls, the Day Whers, the Weyr on the edge of a strange culture. No experience was wasted.

But it was hard, right after a Hatching, when every cracking egg got her hopes up despite herself. Still, she appreciated this chance to see what life in a Weyr was like. Now she had seen almost every lifestyle on Pern, lived holdless, then in a hold, a hall, and a Weyr. Maybe when she was sent away for being too old, and earned her journeyman knots, Aranrod would spend a few turns living in Walled Hold, or would find a reason to work at the Flotilla. She would be one of the most well-traveled harpers on Pern, and it was totally fine that she would never have a permanent home. That wasn't something most harpers wanted, after all.

So when she presented the tray of food to Soquilith, she focused on that. "Thank you, for the chance to learn about dragons and the Weyr first hand," she said, bowing deeply. "It will be an honor to prepare the sands for your eggs, and to be available for your hatchlings."

Then she followed the candidates who had gone before to get rakes, and started working. It was actually a good thing that they waited a couple of days to assign candidates to this, letting the various fluids that seemed necessary to any birth dry up and become indistinct. She wouldn't want to deal with this if there were still going to be wet...bits...stuck to the sand.
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It was hard to believe it, but Kole had been a candidate for almost two turns now! It was the winter of 2045 that he'd allowed himself to be whisked away from the Seahold to the Weyr, and now it was autumn of 2047. Time flies when you're having fun, or so they say. Really, candidacy wasn't all that fun. At times it was a sobering experience, making one realize that being a dragonrider wasn't just about Impressing a dragon. However, Kole didn't find anything about candidacy more sobering than being left standing at a hatching. Standing at five hatchings was even more sobering for Kole. Though he might not admit it to any of his fellow candidates, Kole truly had believed that he would come in to the Weyr, stand, and Impress right at his first hatching. But over the past two turns, he had realized how much of a holdbrat's fantasy that had been. He had romanticized the notion of candidacy and the Weyr, and he realized that now. That wasn't to say he disliked it. The Weyr was still a much better place than the Holds had been for him, but it wasn't the utopia the child within him had once believed.

When K'rios came in and explained what was going on for the day though, Kole perked up in interest. This sounded like a fun break from the usual lessons and chores, and he wouldn't lie, he was kind of excited about the Leaders being there. And who didn't like what was basically a scavenger hunt? It all sounded like fun, so admittedly he was a bit disappointed when he was one of the candidates pulled to go to the kitchens first. However, he had noticed the girl who had advised them all to drink plenty and not get overheated, finding it quite endearing when she blushed and glanced down. She seemed to get even more nervous when she was among them selected to go to the kitchens. Kole couldn't help but think she was cute, but he was good and just followed K'rios as he led them to and out of the kitchens into the hatching sands.

After K'rios, they all had to pay their respects. When it came time for Kole to do so, he did his best to give a respectful bow with the tray he too was holding.

"Good day, great Senior Queen Soquilith and Senior Bronze Zenjarth," was all he could think of to offer the dragons, hoping it was good enough as he presented his tray of snacks for the Leaders next, watching a moment as Fyrnella quickly went off to go to work. "Good day, Weyrwoman Safryn and Weyrleader L'van. I plan to work well for you today."

Perhaps not the most eloquent, but he felt he got across what he needed to, leaving the snacks with the Weyrleaders and going to get his own supplies for cleaning the sands. After a glance around, he knew where he wanted to head over to.

"I hope you don't mind me helping you with this area," He said to Fyrnella, giving her a charming smile as he set his bucket down. He set the handle end of the rake on the sand and leaned on it for a moment.

"Don't worry if you aren't familiar with my name, it's kind of long and hard to remember, so you can just call me Kole," he said with a wink, unable to keep from a little bit of harmless flirting with such a cute girl. After a moment, he started to work too, beginning to rake so that he wouldn't look like he was just trying to slack off. "You seemed a bit nervous in front of the Leaders there. Don't worry, I only noticed because I was right behind you, and I'm sure you aren't the only one too, it can be pretty intimidating."

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So they were to clean the sands that day, the young man thought with a slight blinking as he listened to what the pewterrider was saying. There was a part of him that wondered, if even for the briefest of moments, why it fell upon the candidates to clean them of the shells that had cracked for others, not for themselves. He could certainly see how many a young candidate would see it as a slight to their pride, having to clean up after their own failure to Impress, and even he had to admit that he felt something of a sting at the thought for a moment himself. But then he thought practically about it, and things started to fall into place for him. Who else but the candidates would be available to do it? The weyrfolk had their own things to attend to, the dragonriders had their duties to Wing and Weyr, and the weyrlings were likely still recovering from their recent Impression. Which Impression was so draining of an event, not to mention the fact that their newfound partners needed nearly constant attention at this fledgling point of the bond. No, it had to be the candidates who had been left behind. He could clearly see that now, and he heaved a sigh to clear his mind of any stung pride, thinking instead on the task ahead of them. He couldn’t think of it as a failure, not Impressing right away; not all candidates were lucky in that regard, after all, and he would have been nothing short of a fool to expect such luck to happen to him.

He listened to the assistant candidatemaster as the other man explained that the act of cleaning out the sands would make the queen happy, but it would also ensure that the children that she would be clutching soon would have a safe and tidy place to hatch. Which, naturally, was incredibly important. With a tidy place to hatch in, the newly born dragonets would have fewer accidents. Which, of course, meant less of a chance for anything deadly happening to either dragonets or candidates come Hatching day. And that was something that all of the Weyr could get behind, he told himself with a faint smile as the realization finally set in that K’rios had also mentioned something about hiding things in the sands. His brows furrowed a bit as he thought about digging up trinkets and the like while cleaning the area of discarded dragon shells. It would certainly give the younger candidates something to look forward to finding, he mused with a faint smile as he found himself admiring the candidatemasters for their quick thinking. The task would go faster this way, and the candidates would actually be eager to thoroughly clean the sands of the eggshells.

The mention of Soquilith and the Weyrleaders being there watching as well, however, elicited a pause in the growing excitement in the young man’s mind at the time. If the gold was watching, that meant that she was looking for perfection in the sands that would hold her eggs. Well, then he had best make sure that there was no cause for disappointment, he told himself with an emphatic nod as K’rios finished, explaining that talking amongst each other was permitted and encouraged before finishing his explanation with how they were to behave once they arrived in the cavern. Without delay, once the pewterrider was finished speaking, he gathered up Rhielvan and three other candidates, gesturing for them to follow him into the kitchens to bring the offerings for Soquilith and the Weyrleaders. He followed the other man silently, picking up the chilled and properly butchered sections of meat without delay. On the way back to the Hatching Grounds, he debated on whether or not to deliver snacks for the Weyrleaders, or to present Soquilith with an offering. When they stepped inside, however, he quickly made his decision, singling out a few rather nice-looking pieces of meat for the queen before approaching her. “Thank you for the opportunity, great beauty,” he commented, bowing respectfully to the gold and her mate before setting his offering down before her.

It didn’t take him long to move away from the queen, knowing that she understood the candidates were there for a reason, and that he had best get to that as soon as he could. He picked up a rake, glancing around him while trying to decide which area would be the best to start cleaning. He was less concerned with finding trinkets and such, and far more concerned with clearing as much of the discarded eggshells from Lennoth’s brood as he could. So he chose an area with fewer candidates, stepping up to a depression in the sand where he remembered an egg had rested just a couple of days prior, and began carefully raking through the grains. He was happy to see that he was already picking up bits of shell. Smiling, he glanced off to one side, noticing another candidate close by and gesturing in her direction to gain her attention. “Hey, there,” he called out to Nali, grinning from ear to ear as he continued to rake through his section of the sands as he gestured for her to come closer. “It’ll go by quicker if you have someone to work with and talk to, you know? Name’s Rhielvan, by the way. Don’t think we’ve properly met.”
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Lanni
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Sat Apr 14, 2018 1:21 am

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- Dragon Candidate Laikanu -
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Mila and Laikanu had been sitting somewhat near the back of the candidate groups when the new broke about the activity the Masters had planned for the candidates that evening. While Mila groaned a bit at the loss of time spent with her father and the grey day-wher, Laikanu's face split into a lopsided grin. Scrubbing and raking the sands was nothing new to the long term candidate but the promises of prizes? Well that was an attention grabber that the brunet wasn't expecting. His mind began to whirl with ideas as to what the masters had hidden even as Mila turned to see what her friend was thinking. It was an odd pairing to be certain but as the younger girl taught Laikanu tricks for his Tui, Mila had grown on the flirtatious candidate. Now he thought of the teenager as a younger sister that he never had.

Gently butting his shoulder against hers, Lai offered her a larger smile. "What do you think we'll find?" It was an unspoken agreement that the pair would team up. With Chime and Tui chattering to each other, Mila could only offer a smile in return before it was time to follow the crowd to the Sands. Along the way though the scarred brunette offered, "Maybe we'll find a leash for you?" She teased feeling comfortable around the older male that was a rare thing these days. "A leash?" Laikanu squawked as he stopped in his tracks. "You wound me fair Hali. A leash?" He pouted as the girl twisted around to face him. "Mhmm! One that Tui can hold for me when I Impress before you!" She teased, letting him see the spark in her brown eyes. "Oouch!" Lai cried holding his free hand to his chest as if she had stabbed him in the heart with her words. "Stop, pretty lady, before you wound me further," Laikanu whispered back before they began their trek again.

Soon they were gathered with the other candidates before the Queen Mother and the Leaders. Pulling on the respect that his uncle and mother had drilled into him, Lai dipped into a low bow as he tugged the stalling Mila into a curtsy of her own. The girl's brown eyes were glued to the queen as memories seemed to dance over her mind's eye. "Lai," She whispered before his tugging knocked them both off balance. With a pair of squawks from their dragonkin, a squeak of surprise from the scarred candidate and a manly yelp from the brawler, the odd group fell onto the heated sands. The gifts they were meant to present the Queen lay hidden under the tangle of limbs and clothing.
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