Fort Weyr - Hatching Sands
The sands. The most prominant and possibly most important area for a weyr, this section of Fort is no exception to the rule. Completely enclosed from the outside elements by a high rounded ceiling, the golden white sand glitters under the streams of sunlight that manage to make their way in from the upper openings. Ledges abound in the upper areas of the dome, perfect for riders and their dragons to watch the action happening on the ground. At the back of the sands there appears to be a raised section of sand, built over generations by the golds who have laid clutches here, a couch of sorts for basking on while protecting their eggs. Slightly to one side of that, a small nook has been carved for the weyrwoman to take respite from the heat of the cavern.

Rain won't deter certain activities. What Candidates don't escape the Weyr or are given something to do inside to keep busy are rounded up by M'icha and ushered towards the Hatching Cavern. It's late afternoon but egg touchings never follow a scheduled pattern. "Alright. Remember the rules and this should go just fine! No roughhousing, no running, shells — just no fast movement! Don't be fools, be calm and quiet and no pushing and shoving. Plenty of eggs." They make sure to keep the groups small for these events so there is no squabbling! "Go on now! Don't be shy." Ignore how the old bluerider grins! Like he's in on some secret. Shooing them out, he'll lurk behind the group while the first Candidates edge their way across the Sands. They've nothing to fear, as Kouzevelth rests but even though she's aware they're there she is a welcoming gold who does not mind them coming to see her eggs. Same goes for Kainaesyth. So long as the Candidates aren't foolish…

Daralyn is…quite cautious, actually. He's probably slightly nervous (there's a pair of dragons and there's all sorts of eggs…and that grin on the bluerider's face isn't helping things). With a nod, though, Daralyn tentatively approaches the eggs out on the sand, looking over his shoulder at the dragons. He's not worried about Kainaesyth, but Kouzevelth…well, he's met Ha'ze's dragon but not the other. "Uh…where should I start?"
"With whichever egg your curious about. No order. Though obviously if one of your comrades beats you to it… move on and check out another."

M'icha muses as he limps his way up beside Daralyn. The Weyrlingmaster has left his cane back at the barracks today but the rain is playing all sorts of unpleasant tricks with his bad leg. For all they know, it'll be the bluerider losing his temper first well before any of the dragons! "Pick one. Even if you just close your eyes and randomly point and then walk towards that one…"

< Daralyn touches egg 10 - Eggsplosive at Best Egg >

Daralyn nods, closes his eyes…and touches the 'Eggsplosive at Best Egg'. There's an almost immediate look of shock on his face as an initial transmission of light slams him hard. He /nearly/ pulls his hand away, but somehow holds on long enough for the wave of…whatever…to slam him and then recede. "…woah…" he says as everything subsides, pulling his hand back carefully (as if doing so might cause the egg to bite him or something). "Are they all like that?"

M'icha shakes his head. "Hard to tell but I don't think so? All the eggs are different and sometimes if you linger with one longer their 'feeling' changes. I take it that one is a bit… energetic?" Don't mind the Weyrlingmaster as he mentally marks that egg down as a 'loud' one in his head and to keep an eye on the Candidates touching it. All Daralyn will see is a slightly distracted bluerider. "It's a bit of a shock, eh?"

< Daralyn leaves egg 10 - Eggsplosive at Best Egg >
< Daralyn touches egg 1 - Paraskevidekatriaphobia Egg >

"…like nothing I've ever…seen…heard…whatever that was." With that and another shake of his head to clear off the thought, he proceeds to the next egg that catches his eye…

This one goes a little better. He looks surprised a few moments, before the egg takes some pains to calm him down (at least, as far as he can tell). When his hand comes away, Daralyn has a smile on his face. "That…that was a lot better."

M'icha chuckles gruffly and shakes his head, "Stick around that one then if you find it palatable? Most Candidates spend awhile with each egg." He'll gesture to the others who are still crouched around their first picks. They're all in different states of reaction. Curiosity, surprise, confusion… and mixtures of everything in between.

Daralyn does as suggested, keeping by the second egg. The first egg /had/ startled him, and he'd really only barely managed to stay with it as long as he did: The explosion of thought and whatnot was harsh enough on him. The second one, though, did a much better job of calming him. He gently touches it again, a bit more prepared than the first two touches he did to face whatever the egg has in mind…

…and Daralyn smiles again as the egg moves him into a happy thought…and another…and another, before settling on one that makes him almost glow with contentment. There's something about it that just clicks with him…this is far more tranquil about it than the first egg had really allowed for, and Daralyn stays with the egg this time.

M'icha nods his head, "There you go. Now you've got it." Satisfied that Daralyn isn't going to go running screaming from the sands, the Weyrlingmaster begins to do his rounds, keeping a keen watch on all the Candidates and offering his gruff and sometimes blunt advice or comments here and there.

Daralyn holds to the egg a good bit longer, smiling and relaxing as the egg does manage to somehow relax him. Even the sort-of mood swing it throws at him doesn't phase him…he's able to keep his hand to the egg for about as long as he would like. If anything, it's him noticing another candidate wanting to take a turn that gets him to apologetically withdraw his hand. .o0(Sorry…someone else wants a turn…)0o. With that, he takes his hand back…and starts looking carefully for another egg. Preferably one more like his second choice than his first.

< Daralyn leaves egg 1 - Paraskevidekatriaphobia Egg >
< Daralyn touches egg 2 - Owe Me An Egg >

Sometimes the eggs are a little overwhelming and M'icha has his hands full momentarily in "comforting" one Candidate by sending them back to the barracks. Too much, too soon. Didn't he tell them to pace themselves? The Candidate will be fine of course. They always are but the Weyrlingmaster still sighs. "Go back now, get some water and cool down. You can come back another day…" his gruff voice can be heard instructing them before they're left to shuffle off the sands.

The next egg gets Daralyn's full attention…and it also manages to be quite the experience. Basically…for want of another way to put it, the egg has the feeling of what Daralyn would 'expect' from a baby dragon. It actually…asks him to stay? In response, Daralyn smiles. .o0(Sure…I'd love to…)0o.

Yes…this egg is much nicer than the first. Even a bit more than the second. The mental artwork he's given…well, he wishes (very badly) that he could hang it on his locker as a 'gift from one of the dragons'. He can't, but the thought does pop into his mind…as does a calm .o0(Thank you…)0o. to the dragon.

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