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 Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 4:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 6:26 am
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❂Rosaline Meyes❂
The princess's good luck speech made her look up, but other than alerting her that the doors would be open soon, she didn't pay much attention to it. As she went to stand up, she noticed someone was looking at her; the blonde man across the room. Rosaline couldn't recall his name, but she knew she had met him before, from school most likely. He appeared amused, probably at how out of place she looked next to a royal and a high-earning girl and maybe at the fact that she had completely forgotten her manners; even when talking to the princess herself. Or maybe he simply hadn't expected her to turn up, as unlike most students who had been chatting away eagerly for the entirety of lessons about their choosing, she had been there and done it before, even if four years of trying for her had proved fruitless. But why not? I've got nothing to lose. If by somehow I get one, maybe that'll change, was the thought that chided her on to keep trying and wade through the sandy ceremonial chamber each year. Although the frown on her lips said she was annoyed, she waved back, again feeling as if she knew the man from somewhere.
Rising with the rest of the people in the room, as the door opened, revealing the beautiful sight that was the ceremonial area; filled with sand that looked as soft as a blanket, glittering in the sunlight. The crowd seemed eager to see which young person would be bonded with a dragon this year, from their orchestra of clapping and calling. Doubtless, most had seen her there before, at least once. Here goes nothing, Rosaline lifted one foot and stepped out onto the sand, her foot sinking in quickly, but not completely. A few more steps and she was running her hands through the fine fine sand, which felt warm and delightful to touch, although she did so a little lazily, half knowing that she wouldn't find anything. Nothing here, she moved over to another patch of sand, near the edge of the large pile of sand, but at least it feels nice. And it did, despite herself, being somewhere so beautiful was always amazing, and she smiled, raking her hands through the sand against nothing once more, and decided to try the far left corner.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 9:35 am
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heart The Princess heart
As the doors opened, Evelyn hesitated, struck by stage fright. Bernolo, oneof her guards, nudged her gently, and she put on her brave face and walked. Others milled in around her, some starting to dig by the first patch of sand they could reach. She wondered briefly if she was supposed to do that too.
She looked up at the arena surrounding them, the audience cheering. She heard music, likely a band was playing. Her eyes found the royal box, where she saw her father sitting. He looked anxious. She wondered if it was because she was down here with the commoners, or if he shared her own fears.
Turning back to the sands in front of her, she wondered again if she was supposed to just kneel down and dig. No, that didn't feel right. Not here. Then she felt something, like a silent song that touched her innermost being. It put goosebumps all over her arms and legs. She looked around, but didn't see anything. How was she supposed to know where it was coming from?
She closed her eyes and listened. The sound of the crowd faded away, as did the sound of her peers all around her. When she opened her eyes again, all she could hear- no, all she could feel was that silent melody, like it was calling for her.
A step, then another, then she was running across the vast sands. She stumbled, getting a facefull of sand, but got to her feet without caring. Nothing mattered, Not the crowd, not her duties, only that little thing crying out for her.
Her foot caught on something and she fell again, but this time she didn't get back up. The sand was soft and silky under her hands, and she pushed it away like a heavy curtain. And then, there it was - an egg.
The moment she touched the egg, a large crack ran all through it.
Please be okay, she thought and carefully pushed the pieces of shell away.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 10:38 am
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❂Rosaline Meyes❂
Someone's found an egg, already it seems, Rosaline was alerted by a loud cracking, and looked over. Of course it would be the princess, I've heard this sort of thing runs in the royal family. Trying not to feel jealous, she continued her search, combing the soft sands with her hands, nothing changing, until she noticed she was feeling...odd, and without asking herself why, on an almost impulsive instinctive urge, she dug her hands into the sand. Her enthusiasm replaced her despair, and something inside of her was telling her to dig, deeper than she had already gone. So she did, pushing away glittering sand until her hand brushed against something cool, and as she looked down to see what she had found, she was stunned; an egg, a dull red colour, which looked as if it could crack at any moment. This is impossible, excitement filled Rosaline's heart, and she scooped the egg up, waiting for it to crack open.
But the egg stayed still, and cold. But she still felt as if she had to hold onto it; guard it with her life. It hadn't occurred to her, that it was a dead egg. Maybe it just needs time, Rosaline held the egg close, as if it were made of glass, and she could've sworn she felt something in the air around this egg like a vibration, even when the egg was so still, so...lifeless. Eventually even the dead eggs weak call to her began to wane, but she could still hear it. Why isn't it cracking? confused, she looked down at the egg and slowly realised; have I found a dead egg? As if the egg had heard her realisation, she felt it call again, and she held it close to her chest. What happens if it's dead? Why is it still calling? The poor girl had never dreamed she would find a dead egg, yet alone alive one, and didn't know quite what to do. The egg called again, and she felt what warmth it had stored in it's last moments seep into her, and for a split second she felt an almost burning heat rush over her, and she felt oddly, sad, and yet strong. Rosaline looked once more at the egg and waited as if hopeful it would call again; it didn't. What do I do now? I didn't think something like this would happen...
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 12:26 pm
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Umbra dextras, prima orbis
Templa prospice, Diem ex Dei
Fides sponsa, fides per Dei
Missaes canta, mistrae lingua
The entrance of the princess was somewhat unexpected. Ciela knew it was her from tintypes that made their way through the markets of Draconia and into her hometown of Gallheim. In fact, somewhere in her home she remembered seeing a larger type with the entire royal family; the girl who walked among them now had aged some since it had been taken, but some of the features were the same. Regardless, it was no doubt her and Ciela was surprised to see that the Princess of Draconia would be joining in with all of the others for the Choosing.
She will surely be Chosen, Ciela thought, watching the princess greet several of other children before addressing all of them with some kind and diplomatic words. Naturally she would say something like that. She has been raised as royalty and they must always be diplomatic with the people that they lead. It was a trait little different from the silver tongue she learned from her own father for making good deals and bargains, balances and trades.
As the grand doors opened, Ciela could not help but notice how much it felt as though they were the ones wrapped up in some great egg that now cracked and split, greeting them with the whole world. Before them now the mountain face seemed like a wall to trap them in the sand, stretching up and up towards the clear sky. To think there could be so many people here, and all of them were watching. The blonde, as her eyes adjusted to the new light, even spied what could only be several dragons perched in the heights to watch. That only made sense, surely the dragons had a vested interest in the future of their young.
Drawing her lips into a nervous but tight line, Ciela tried not to think about her white-knuckled hands as they fiercely gripped the staff. Though her family was fairly lowborn, even the name of the merchant Meryt would have surely reached the capital, and she should do her best to bring only pride and posture to her father's name. Once she'd finally convinced herself that she had nothing to fear - after all, she'd either find an egg or she wouldn't, and then she could go home - Ciela experienced the strangest sensation.
Her chest filled with an almost painful longing, like a voice belonging to someone she could not bring herself to remember was calling to her. It was so heart-wrenching she thought, for a moment, that she might actually shed tears. When she finally took a step towards the sand, the feeling recessed for a moment, only to pull once again when she stopped. Trying not to be obvious about it, Ciela shuffled awkwardly across the sand, doing her best to take a short pause to dig at the sand a little with her feet before moving on.
Finally the sensation ceased, and Ciela stopped abruptly and looked around at a loss. Whatever had pulled at her being like that? Had it all been in her mind? She'd never been the sort to get in a fit or see visions before, not even that time she'd been so sick her mother feared her fever would burn the house down. Seeing many of the other children frantically digging in the sand, raking their fingers around and looking all sorts of foolish, Ciela shrugged and planted the far end of her staff into the sand. Beginning at her feet, she moved the wood through the sand slowly, like her grandfather did with a divining branch to find oases and wellsprings (or often whatever he happened to be looking for), spiraling farther with each pass until...
She nearly dropped her staff in surprise when something jolted through her arms. Resting the large stick in the sand, she knelt by the spot in the ground where she'd felt the interruption and placed a hand to the earth. It was like touching someone who'd worn their wool socks over the carpet, over and over, hot little jolts. Ciela began to brush away the sand carefully, handful by passive handful, and nearly jumped when her fingers touched something that was no longer sand. She looked into the shallow hole she'd made and blinked as light reflected back. Braving the shock, Ciela reached down with both hands around the object and unearthed what she knew must be an egg, for no rock looked like that.
It was almost perfectly round, like a great marble, but the glassy surface seemed to move. At first she thought it merely reflected the world, like a crystal looking glass or a lake, but after watching the mesmerizing and rhythmic pulsing of the pattern, Ciela realized it was reflecting the world within.
Ave vitae, Rex promissa
Ave vitae, Rex veritas
Fides sponsa, fides per Dei
Missaes canta, mistrae lingua
Missae Magnus, Fides en Dei
Christus laudmus, mistraes Deus
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pelië ◣ everyone
tenna ◣ perplexed
e nassë ◣ so I was like , meh , it'd be boring if you could tell what the dragon was by the egg colour , so I got crazy with it and assumed everyone's is unique or something .
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 12:08 am
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¤ Amazed ¤ Arena sand floor ¤ With all the rest ¤
It didn't matter who was close or far away. Who he knew and who he never had seen before. As a wave crashing towards the beach, he moved into the big open space that was the arena. Teens was running, jogging and walking out onto the sand. At first felt like an endless stream. They where a lot of people trying to get through those huge doors. How could it be crowded to go through such a big door. How many where they or did they just try and beat each other out the door for a bigger chance? As far as Taim knew it didn't matter where you stood or when, only who you were. If the dragon called to you, then only you would find it. Well as soon as the main body of the crows had dispersed, Taim took of his shoes and socks. Gently did he slip down the fine sand. Almost as water it hit him. Well very soft mud but it was completely dry. His lips turned from neutral to a thin smile. The whole situation made him happy and he felt as if he belonged here.
Slowly did he look up to the sky and what he saw almost stunned him. People as far as he could see and dragons. The top area was filled with black dragons. Well they looked black but with the sun behind them, they could be any sort he guessed. The area was filled with sands and had various hills. Slowly and gently did he cross the field to lie down in a sunny spot which seemed silent. Around him he saw people looking and new born dragons for the first time and he saw some who held just eggs. Some with tears and the reality of this hit him. Even dragon had still born, their souls still lingering to find warmth within a human. It felt sad but in the same time it wasn't. Human and dragon would live together to the end no matter what. It was early still and people where digging all over. Some was just hanging around. With a soft thud he landed in the warm spot. A white light dust cloud around him reached for the sky.
Gently did he start to move his limbs to create a sand figure. It was almost as silk as he moved the sand around. If he was allowed then Taim would stay here the entire day and just play in the warm sand field. Soon he had dug himself down into the sand so half his body was below the ground. As he moved his head, he felt uncomfortable. He couldn't put his finger on it but he turned around and sat on his knees. There he begun to gently move the sand away. Something warm and smooth was beneath the sand. Since this sand hadn't been touched by the sun it was supposed to be cold but something was keeping it warm. Has his finger was able top grasp the warm smooth rock, he raised it from the ground. It was somewhat yellowish. He had to use both his hands and he blinked twice. What was this? Now, he knew what it was but why was it his. This hadn't been a part of his plan. He sat down on his but with his legs across and placed the egg in the circle.
The sun touched the egg and he smiled at it as he could see a long crack emerging. It was going across the perfect surface. It was warm, it was an egg and it was alive. All around him became a gray shadow. There was no noise but the cracks that slowly grew. This was his moment, he could feel how all his steps had made him sit down here. Right here and right now. Nothing would have chanced that. The slope on the hill in the sunlight had been perfect for him. Now he just looked at the egg as a small head popped out with an egg piece as a hat. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 10:55 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 3:18 pm
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.Thea | Waiting Room.
May you walk with dragons. Thea smiled at that. The princess had a way with crowds, with her people. Soon, though, all eyes turned to the general, Erlich Thorn, a man who looked like he could kill you with his pinky finger. His words were encouraging, but she didn't need encouragement. This was the day she got her dragon; there was no doubt.
Eyes were on them as they entered the sands. There wasn't any particular urge to be close to any one person, or part of any one group. This was a moment between her and her dragon. Thea walked out into the sands, and stood, turning herself very slowly in a circle. Others were finding their eggs already, but she ignored them. Her dragon would call to her; she just needed to be still. |
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 1:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 10:01 am
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❂Rosaline Meyes❂
It took her a few moments to notice that the warmth in her eyes were tears, and in that instant she felt as if someone was giving her a sad look from a distance, somehow. The egg cradled in her arms, she mourned inexplicably, and for a moment or two, there was no consoling Rosaline. Is it possible to miss a thing I've only just met and lost this much? she kept her head bowed, watching the egg sadly with the feeling as if someone had closed their hand around her heart, choking it. But then, after a few grief stricken moments of silence...she almost felt as if the little being inside the egg was at peace now, and she found herself glad that it's suffering was over. Even if it was dead, in the short moment in which this dragon had cried out for her, it had nestled itself in her heart as it died. Knowing that she'd have to let go of the dead egg eventually, she placed it carefully onto the sand, wiped her watery eyes and looked up. A few people gave her a sad look; the girl who had tried every year, only found a dead egg. A few didn't even seem bothered and this angered Rosaline. "Do you have no souls?" She spat at no one in particular, her voice louder than she had anticipated it would be, and she choked on her words, suddenly feeling as if her throat was on fire. And not figuratively either. Clutching at her throat she bent over and tried to cough out whatever had lodged itself there, but it only became more painful, until with a last shuddering cough, a small ball of fire, clouded in black smoke hit shot out of her mouth, and hit the sand in front of her, staining it black. Baffled, she said nothing, sank onto her knees, resting in the sand. First a dead egg, now something's wrong with me, what next? She scraped sand back over the dead egg, feeling as if it should have a proper burial, and she felt as if somehow, someone, or something was watching her. And now I'm going crazy....what does this all mean? What happens next? Do I just leave? Rosaline felt her head spin as she stared at the sand where she had buried the egg, not knowing what her future held. At least if she didn't have one, she'd know that she would return home. But no one had said anything about dead eggs, and she had no idea what would happen to her. What if it was my fault it died? she thought for a moment, heart in her throat, before shaking her head, knowing now that she was being stupid in her bittersweet grieving.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 4:44 pm
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.Thea | Waiting Room.
Thea had been standing still a few minutes before she felt the pull, but she had been expecting it, and when it happened she immediately followed where it led. The sand shifted beneath her feat as she walked, other people's footprints in the sand all around her, and she wondered how many dragon eggs they were all walking on top of, how many lay beneath the sands, just waiting to be discovered?
She felt the pull grow stronger as she neared, and it was being made very clear that the spot in the sand in front of her was where she needed to be. She dug in the sand, getting it under her fingernails and not caring, until she hit something hard. Clearing it off revealed a blood red egg. She placed it to the side of the little hole she had just dug, and sat cross legged in front of it, staring at it with a little smile on her face. |
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:53 pm
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Umbra dextras, prima orbis
Templa prospice, Diem ex Dei
Fides sponsa, fides per Dei
Missaes canta, mistrae lingua
As she turned the egg in her hands, Ciela couldn't help but glance around and see that among many who still searched through the sand there were several others who had unearthed eggs as well. Although, from this distance anyway, none of them looked anything like the orb she held. Some of them appeared to have even cracked and released the small but magnificent creature within.
Then it dawned on her.
I've been Chosen.
The idea was inconceivable. After Finnic, no one had expected another member of the family to have been Chosen. Some of them weren't even sure they had wanted to chance the odds of seeing another Rider die inside and retreat from the world if they were Severed. Ciela's throat tightened; this would mean that she wasn't returning home, she had to stay in the capital. An unbidden surge of homesickness welled up and she tried to hold back a small gasp.
Crack.
The sound was utterly unanticipated and Ciela nearly dropped her egg. Had she squeezed it too tightly in her moment of panic and damaged it? Turning it, she found a disruption in the surface and the swirling colours, like a small panel that was different from the others. It was darker and didn't move or change like the patterns around it, patterns that were moving more slowly now, as though the crack was causing the energetic light to fade away.
As she watched, the panel moved. It spun in a dizzying fashion and Ciela felt the egg shake a little only to stop suddenly. In the darkness within, a fierce blue eye glared up at her. For an instant she was completely mesmerized, her jaw hanging open foolishly, and she drew in a breath of wonder.
Before she could exhale, the eye narrowed and the little dragon turned again, the eye disappearing and some part of its body shifting to block the opening. It was quite clear now; Ciela had found a black dragon, its mottled pitch hide pressed firmly against the shell. Did that mean that it was rejecting her? Or merely that it was lazy and didn't feel like hatching just yet? Or maybe it was shy?
Ave vitae, Rex promissa
Ave vitae, Rex veritas
Fides sponsa, fides per Dei
Missaes canta, mistrae lingua
Missae Magnus, Fides en Dei
Christus laudmus, mistraes Deus
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pelië ◣ everyone
tenna ◣ nervous
e nassë ◣ whee ! post-hatching layout update !
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 9:40 am
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The princess stared down at her egg. He's okay. She laughed with relief and felt his spirit curl up close to her own, in the innermost space they now shared, like a room she never knew had been empty.
We are one now, her dragon echoed. This didn't startle her. Her father's dragon often spoke to her in the same way. She was sure a lot of the others would be surprised, the ones who hadn't grown up surrounded by dragons. Carefully, she plucked away a piece of shell, wanting to see her new best friend, her new companion, the missing part of herself... and then her heart froze.
Just then, the sun passed over the edge of the arena, and the choosing was over. The king rose from his seat, beaming over the crowd, over the youths in the pit, and most of all, at his daughter.
"My loyal subjects, friends, brothers and sisters, dragons old and new. Another hatching has passed. To those of you with dragons, I say, congratulations! You now have a bond that will last you forever, a lifelong friend and a constant companion. To those with shells, I give my condolences for the pain you are feeling. To find a stillborn is an unspeakable grief, but know that your dragon lives within you now, and you can honor its memory by honing your skills. To those without eggs, do not despair. Not all are chosen to be with dragons. Your role might be different, but you as a citizen are no less important."
He turns to his dragon, and he spread his wings and drifted down to the princess.
Evelyn's heart beat so fast she thought it would jump out of her chest and run away. She wanted to run away, to flee with her newfound friend and never return. She could never imagine leaving him, but she felt terror at the thought of being brought in front of the crowd. She was a princess. Her father had a huge black beast, her mother an elegant and powerful red. Her ancestors were black, or white, though the occasional blue or red could be seen. Even some green. And then of course, the legendary silver dragon.
But not this. Not this. Ediano tried to soothe her. Ediano, she thought. Your name is Ediano. She held him closer, so full of both love and worry she did not notice Carly until he was right by her. The big black sensed her distress as well, and gently touched his face to hers, reminding her where she was.
Shaking, she stood up, clutching Ediano's shell, where he lay curled. She climbed up on Carly, who lifted and took her to the royal balcony.
Her father smiled wide at her, and indicated for her to stand at the front. It was time to show her dragon. Ediano made a sound like a kitten from his shell, encouraging her. She stepped up, put the egg down, reached inside, and held him up.
The crowd fell silent as she held up a pink dragon. |
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