Post by phlysolo on Sept 17, 2008 13:55:40 GMT -5
Kaiton nodded graciously at the Weyrwoman and bowed once more to the queen and made off. On his way out, for he was not paying much attention to anything but the Eggs, he was bashed and nearly thrown to the ground with the force of a push. He stumbled backwards and was nearly thrown onto the poor Granite Egg, but caught himself in time to rest just one hand against it's gray surface.
"Hey, watch it, you shar-" He snarled, caught so off guard by the rudeness of this tall, blonde stranger that he raised his voice and offered no attempt to be polite.
"Enough, child. I do appologize for running into you, but you weren't watching where you were going at all, boy," Came such a stern reply from the man that Kaiton was completely taken aback. He blinked and nodded and shuffled rapidly past the man in blue, now so surprised that he couldn't even think of anything to say to him.
The harper's gaze followed the other Candidate out of the Cavern and he snorted. He himself had surely been as contrite as that lad when he was his age. Still, he should have been watching out for himself a bit better, if not he could have severely hurt this sad looking Egg. The man's blue eyes, perfectly complimenting his blue blue tunic, trousers, and wherhide boots, softly exaimined the small mass that was the Granite Egg. It was unusually small, he noted, and quite dull looking.
In all his learning and all his knowledge of dragonlore, he'd never come across an Egg that looked so lifeless, unless it were a dud. But could it be? Running a hand up and down it's length, the harper considered and thought against it. For this Queen, as he had come to understand, had given a magnificent flight and had been caught by a bronze. only rarely, and with unhealthy dragons, poor and short flights, were dud's produced. Then again, he'd only read the one recorded instance of a violet's mating flgith and the subsequent clutching and Hatching of her eggs. There had been duds, but that was generally normal for a dragon's maiden flight. Be as that may, this was gold Nayarath's second flight, caught by her previous mate. Surely, as their union the first time did not produce a dud, this one shouldn't either...
Frowning mildly, he gave the Egg a more thourough inspection, compairing it to all the 'smaller' eggs he'd come across in the Harper Hall. The only one that struck in his mind was the legendary white dragon Ruth. His Egg, too, had nearly been a dud until the then young Lord Jaxom of Rutha had freed him from his entrapment. Another white dragon. Surely that was impossible? Shaking his head, he patted the Egg, conceeding that it was either going to Hatch a very small green or wasn't going to at all. With one last pat, he moved on.
This certainly was not what he was expecting. The MasterHarper had given him specific instructions to go to the Hatching Cavern once he'd arrived at the Weyr, meet the Weyrwoman, give her his credentials, then go on and Touch as he pleased. The Harper had given him illicent instructions not to properly introduce himself to the Weyrwoman as he was certain that she'd be under quite a bit of stress with the Touching and all. This man, Henerik, could properly do so off the Sands.
Already in the back with the gold dragon and the Weyrwoman was a queue of girls, probably waiting to lay hands on the Egg nestled between the queen's forearms. Compared to the feebleness of the Granite Egg, the Queen Egg was quite marvelous to look at, but that wasn't what he was here for. Instead, he cut towards the front of the line and bowed low to the Queen dragon.
"My greetings, Nayarath. A fine Clutch you have borne," He said, his blue eyes squarely looking up, up, up, to meet the dragons. Henerik's gaze turned to Kora's and he smiled, ever charmingly. "And hello to you, Weyrwoman Kora. I bring a message for you from the MasterHarper. Read it at your leisure, ma'am."
From his knapsack and with a deft flick of the wrist, he delivered the letter to the Weyrwoman, smiling almost coyly at the woman before withdrawing back, back, amongst the Eggs. His eyes had no gaze for any of the larger Eggs, despite the fact that their contents were probably more sought after than the smaller Ripple and Ghost Eggs. He touched each of them, hoping that whatever it was that the Touch sent to the dragonets reached a blue, or a green. And so he made his way through the Hatching Grounds, sure to give affection to the small Eggs that would probably normally see none. Henerik chuckled, arrogant youth's wishing for a mighty bronze or gold to ride.
But his fate did not truly lye with fighting Threads in the skies. No, he was to be a teacher of dragonmen, a helpful hand, a question answerer...Just before he left, he paused once more in front of the smallest, most dead looking Egg of the Clutch. Again, he found his hands roaming it's sad, dull exterior. Hopefully, the little dragon inside of it fared better than it's outward appearance suggested.
"Hey, watch it, you shar-" He snarled, caught so off guard by the rudeness of this tall, blonde stranger that he raised his voice and offered no attempt to be polite.
"Enough, child. I do appologize for running into you, but you weren't watching where you were going at all, boy," Came such a stern reply from the man that Kaiton was completely taken aback. He blinked and nodded and shuffled rapidly past the man in blue, now so surprised that he couldn't even think of anything to say to him.
The harper's gaze followed the other Candidate out of the Cavern and he snorted. He himself had surely been as contrite as that lad when he was his age. Still, he should have been watching out for himself a bit better, if not he could have severely hurt this sad looking Egg. The man's blue eyes, perfectly complimenting his blue blue tunic, trousers, and wherhide boots, softly exaimined the small mass that was the Granite Egg. It was unusually small, he noted, and quite dull looking.
In all his learning and all his knowledge of dragonlore, he'd never come across an Egg that looked so lifeless, unless it were a dud. But could it be? Running a hand up and down it's length, the harper considered and thought against it. For this Queen, as he had come to understand, had given a magnificent flight and had been caught by a bronze. only rarely, and with unhealthy dragons, poor and short flights, were dud's produced. Then again, he'd only read the one recorded instance of a violet's mating flgith and the subsequent clutching and Hatching of her eggs. There had been duds, but that was generally normal for a dragon's maiden flight. Be as that may, this was gold Nayarath's second flight, caught by her previous mate. Surely, as their union the first time did not produce a dud, this one shouldn't either...
Frowning mildly, he gave the Egg a more thourough inspection, compairing it to all the 'smaller' eggs he'd come across in the Harper Hall. The only one that struck in his mind was the legendary white dragon Ruth. His Egg, too, had nearly been a dud until the then young Lord Jaxom of Rutha had freed him from his entrapment. Another white dragon. Surely that was impossible? Shaking his head, he patted the Egg, conceeding that it was either going to Hatch a very small green or wasn't going to at all. With one last pat, he moved on.
This certainly was not what he was expecting. The MasterHarper had given him specific instructions to go to the Hatching Cavern once he'd arrived at the Weyr, meet the Weyrwoman, give her his credentials, then go on and Touch as he pleased. The Harper had given him illicent instructions not to properly introduce himself to the Weyrwoman as he was certain that she'd be under quite a bit of stress with the Touching and all. This man, Henerik, could properly do so off the Sands.
Already in the back with the gold dragon and the Weyrwoman was a queue of girls, probably waiting to lay hands on the Egg nestled between the queen's forearms. Compared to the feebleness of the Granite Egg, the Queen Egg was quite marvelous to look at, but that wasn't what he was here for. Instead, he cut towards the front of the line and bowed low to the Queen dragon.
"My greetings, Nayarath. A fine Clutch you have borne," He said, his blue eyes squarely looking up, up, up, to meet the dragons. Henerik's gaze turned to Kora's and he smiled, ever charmingly. "And hello to you, Weyrwoman Kora. I bring a message for you from the MasterHarper. Read it at your leisure, ma'am."
From his knapsack and with a deft flick of the wrist, he delivered the letter to the Weyrwoman, smiling almost coyly at the woman before withdrawing back, back, amongst the Eggs. His eyes had no gaze for any of the larger Eggs, despite the fact that their contents were probably more sought after than the smaller Ripple and Ghost Eggs. He touched each of them, hoping that whatever it was that the Touch sent to the dragonets reached a blue, or a green. And so he made his way through the Hatching Grounds, sure to give affection to the small Eggs that would probably normally see none. Henerik chuckled, arrogant youth's wishing for a mighty bronze or gold to ride.
But his fate did not truly lye with fighting Threads in the skies. No, he was to be a teacher of dragonmen, a helpful hand, a question answerer...Just before he left, he paused once more in front of the smallest, most dead looking Egg of the Clutch. Again, he found his hands roaming it's sad, dull exterior. Hopefully, the little dragon inside of it fared better than it's outward appearance suggested.
