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Sanasiliare Areauveçh Latitharen | F | Elf Judge | Orrian, Zeb, bonded (ind., briefly) She was a hater. It didn't matter that she was an elf; no, of course not. Elves were kind. Elves were graceful. They were not violent at all. Well Sana had a thing or two to say about that theory. Most elves were passive, but some? Like her? Were not. In her case, it was extremely circumstantial. Not even in a good kind of way. From what she'd lived through... she'd probably never be kind again. After all of that, it just didn't come naturally. Maybe it just didn't come naturally in the first place.
She stormed into the pavilion, cloak fluttering behind her wildly as her eyes sparked with electricity. It really was a shame her healing was so weak... but that's just fate, right? I can't save anyone I care about, because that's how the world works. Her jaw clenched. Yes, it would be a good long while before she was kind again. As her copper hair singed her clothes, she thought. There was nothing else she could do, for now. The judges didn't come in for a while, but they all appeared early so they could meet the candidates. She passed by Orrian leading a candidate, giving a curt nod to her fellow judge. She'd met him a few times; he seemed to draw attention to himself wherever he went. Sana looked back. By no means did Orrian want the attention. Maybe that's why he was so intriguing to her. She never understood those who didn't like attention. Snapping back into the present, she noticed her hair was no longer copper. She scoffed. At least now people could touch her without an electric fence reaction. Whatever. She stopped. Wait. A candidate. How many have bonded? Looking over the heads of the crowd, she spotted one... two... three... four other hatchlings. And the Dragonborn's dragon! He himself seemed distressed, but it wasn't her problem, so she wasn't planning on asking anytime soon. The other candidates might be interesting to meet. Sana sighed. Let's get this over with. She walked up to the solitary Fae, crossing her arms as her emerald gaze passed right over the Fae in an unimpressed fashion.
"My name is Sanasiliare Latitharen, one of your elven judges. I'd call it a pleasure to meet you if I didn't have to." Raising one eyebrow, she gave a huff. "Metal. Impressive." She narrowed her eyes, waiting for another thing to say. "Hmm. You're his Apprentice. Ah, well. There's only one first impression." She folded a small paper instrument out of her pocket, promptly whistling at it. A falcon dipped from the sky to land gracefully on her cloak. "I may have no dragon, but Alkannis seems to be company enough." |
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Orrian Cypress Tordi | M | 77 | Elf | M: Æschylus, Sana Why the man in front of him was so upset--or maybe feigned it, from the way he was looking at his dragon right about now?--Orrian would never understand. Maybe it was necessary for survival as a halfling. He wouldn't be surprised if that defensive stance was borne from fear. The fae weren't exactly known for their tolerance, of anyone really. It made him almost glad to be Elven. Almost. "Are they going to take her back?" The man's tone of voice took him aback, as did the way the dragonling buried her head into his chest. Orrian's brow furrowed, thoughtful. "No," he paused, taking a step back from the man. Orrian had to resist the urge to fidget or look away from the half-blood's eyes. How would it look if the judge of the games couldn't even meet the eyes of one of those he was supposed to be working closely with. "They can't. Whether they like it or not, they have no say in the matter. Too bad for them." Orrian couldn't help but let the dry statement slip through his mask of composure. Maybe it would settle the fearful fae. His hand slid across his forearm, to the tattoo of the tree branch. He probably had but a few minutes until the inked image, mirroring that of his own companion showed up. It was linked to the creature itself (or that's what the elder who performed the spell said, anyway) and would show up when he was around his raven. Although, it was unreliable at best. Orrian didn't mind it. It gave him something interesting to think about. "Just-" he paused, thoughtful. His fingers gently turned the ring around his finger, a soft rosy-copper set with moss-colored stone. One, twice, three times before he spoke. "tread lightly, Mr. Rune. The prejudice many carry is generations deep. Now I must return to the bonding, let me know if you need anything." And with that curt statement and a nod, he ducked away as if he were afraid of the response he would get. A massive frame strode into view. Sana. An elf very unlike what was expected. Orrian wasn't sure if he admired her for it or was intimidated. It was almost amusing to think of how she would react to this whole situation. Even though they didn't know each other very well, her reputation preceded her. That and well, their first meeting was interesting to say the least. "Sanasiliare," Orrian spoke to her with a nod. Frazzled, she looked. But didn't she always look like that? Her falcon caught his eye, a beautiful bird, it better not get into a fight with his Ammil. Ravens and birds of prey were notorious for such a thing. Who knew, with that elf. Not to mention she was late. Very. "glad to see you've joined us." |
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Manon Alina Sarranas | F | Ikona | M: Everyone Manon was trying to shake herself from her strange trance when the egg began to wobble. Stunned and held by whatever force had prompted her to touch it, she watched it crack open and hatch before her. She was frozen completely until the little creature freed itself --himself, something told her-- from his egg. He squawked at her, and that seemed to be the first thing that actually spurred her to action. She grinned her ever so slightly lopsided grin and gently stroked his feathery crest. “Hello, little one…” She couldn’t help but giggle softly in excitement as she reached out to lift him into her arms. She was about to look around for someone to tell her what to do here, when a tall human appeared beside her. He towered over her, meaning that she had to look up to meet his gaze as he informed her of the location of the other. Looking in the direction he indicated, she saw the apprentice, the man with the time dragon, and a green-haired elf she did not recognize. There seemed to be an important conversation going on between the elf and one of the other riders. “Ah, thank you.” She flashed the human a polite smile. Other riders. That felt so strange to think about, especially looking at the small creature in her arms. Wind dragons were the smallest breed of dragon, she knew that, but she did not expect even a hatchling to be quite this small. Another voice telling her to go to the tent shook her from her thoughts. The Dragonborn. She gave a little nod and started off towards the tent. As she carried her new little dragonling towards the tent, she decided that his size was all the more reason to protect him. He was hers now, and she would keep him safe. When she arrived at the tent, she flashed another fleeting, friendly smile to her fellows, then found a little corner out of the way. She sat cross-legged on the floor and placed the dragonling in her lap to figure out what exactly she was going to do with him. She stroked his feathers for a moment, though the conversation between the time dragon’s bonded and the green-haired elf quickly drew her attention. Looking at the man with the time dragon, she realized that he was a half-breed, and a fae half-breed at that. Ah, so that would explain the problem. A half-breed with a time dragon was certainly...interesting. Most likely problematic. She’d worked with half-breeds in her parents’ employ before, and she did try not to judge people off of mixed blood, but this did seem a bit…odd to her. She shook her head, returning her attention to her dragon. She had been told many times that a rider could communicate with their dragon, and as such, felt like now might as well be the time to try it. So, she focused on him intently, and tried to project her thoughts at him. However one did that. Hello? Little one? Can you hear me? Calling him ‘little one’ seemed like a terrible nickname, but she did not know what to call him yet. Did he have his own name? Did she need to name him? Did he even understand what she was trying to communicate to him? She had no idea whether or not she was doing this right. Still, it was supposed to work somehow, and she figured hundreds of others like her must have done this at some point, so she simply focused on the thoughts and trying to…project somehow? What was she doing? I really hope this is working. |
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Sol Saanvi Dayal | F | Bonded: Amrinis | M: Amrinis The crowd Sol was swept up in seemed to be making a beeling for the table on which the eggs rested. Dancing deftly through the mob, she managed to shove her way out the flanks, nearly escaping, but her feet hit the wood of the platform before she could dart away. Her lips twisted into a wry smile. Right. There goes any escape. Now I get to be on an elevated platform next to magical eggs with hundreds of eyes on me - oh, fun. The young woman held her hand out to the eggs, if only to examine their texture. Really, she'd just like to get this over with, go find her mother, or maybe a bar - yeah, actually she was leaning towards alcohol on this one - and be done with Saenor. Her fingers brushed absently against a blue egg, with ornate patterns across the shell, and something like an electric shock leapt through her. Sol jerked back, immediately on the defensive, eyes darting and mind spinning. She could feel another, foreign presence in her consciousness. The feeling shot panic through her, and immediately, instinctively, Sol put gaurded walls up, from both the world, and the mind pressing into her own. I'm bonding. Oh gods. That's not - The horror that flashed across Sol's face was brief, and she quickly gained her composure - outwardly, at least. I can't run, I'd be swept up in the crowd and someone would come find me, and they're staring already, so its not like I could just slip away. Sol was not supposed to bond. This was not supposed to happen. Why would a dragon choose Sol - the dissapointment, one of two breeds, someone with no talents, no skills, no status or purpose whatesoever. Carefully, she stepped forward, placed her hand on the egg, and fought back a wince. Although Sol hated the feeling, she let down her carefully guarded mind, only for a second. "Hey, little dragon. So, we all make mistakes, but how about you reconsider. I'm the wrong person." There was a shift in Sol's heart, it felt - she had never had a worth, not a purpose, not really. Could she actually be bonding? Had this little dragon chosen her, not by way of a fluke accident? Although there was still panic leaping through her mind, there was another feeling, a sense of... hope? |
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Topaz Finn-Agæca | F | 25 | Human | M: Galladis, Sol "For future reference, if you ever plan on borrowing your father's sword again, I'd suggest growing a few more inches," Topaz whipped around, trying to locate the source of the comment dripping with sarcasm. Yet the crowd was on the move again, something akin to a stampeding herd of cattle. They acted like it too. How they could willingly fling themselves together like that she would never understand. I like my space, thank you. Alone, she was in her element. Topaz being in a big city was something akin to a wild beast loose in a palace. It would never work. When she looked back into the Dragonborn's eyes she saw...recognition? That wasn't possible. No, maybe he had just recognized the Creedan Shipping Company. Was she going to get dragged to Evaan Creedan himself and have to explain what had happened to his son? Nothing shocked her more than the quiver in his voice. No, this was more than that. Why did the Dragonborn, of all people, look afraid of her. Topaz was nothing but a drifter who couldn't help but run from everyone she loved. He was asking her to bond. Well, it was more like a thinly-veiled command, it seemed. He held out his hand to her. Did he expect her to actually take it? He stepped forward, Topaz stepped back. The hand she had tentatively held out to him in return got pulled back sharply and came to rest on the pommel of her oversize sword. The woman straightened her shoulders, set her jaw, and strode past him towards the tables with the eggs on display, not unlike precious jewelry on a market day. Everyone loved to touch them and try them on, even if they couldn't afford the pieces. Somehow, these eggs were the same. The words that followed her nearly wrecked her newfound composure. The Dragonborn wished to speak with her after the event. Maybe if she acted like he couldn't hear the fae he wouldn't seek her out. Running from my problems as usual, lovely. Banishing the thought from her mind, she approached the table. The first one to catch her eye was a dazzling golden egg that sparked the moment she stepped up to the table. Sun, must be. Yet Topaz made no move toward the egg everyone seemed drawn to. Snowball's chance in hell. That egg was bound to bond with a noble or warrior, more like. Topaz was neither of those, and the sheer amount of people that fawned over the egg was enough to deter her. The next one to catch her eye was one with no one around. It looked like it had been rolled alongside a muddy riverbank and baked in the sun. Unlike the more impressive eggs, there was nearly no one around to constantly tap and rub the egg in hopes of a bond. That was what drew her in. Topaz was not a gambling woman, no matter what she did she always seemed to lose. Tavern cards, dice games, she couldn't count the last time she won a single game. To hell with it, what do I have to lose? With a hand she desperately tried to keep from trembling, the young woman reached out and touched the shell. It was like something, no, someone else awoke in the back of her mind. There was an itch on the inside of her skull, almost like a sore throat that wouldn't be soothed by any manner of hot drinks. It wormed through her skull, throbbing as she rested her palm across the top of the egg. Are you in there? |
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Aelius | M | Bond: Azitello | M: Azitello mainly, the crowd and the other dragons (ind)
Despite being unable to see the swarm of people surrounding the table, the baby Sun dragon wasn't completely unaware of the crowd. The vulnerable contents of this dragon egg were protected mainly through its blazing heat. And, under normal circumstances, its fearsome, fire-wielding mother. These things were usually more than enough to deter predators. Meaning that it quite lacked the thick, heavy scales or the rigid structure of a Metal or a Time egg. But it also meant thatevery time a person laid a tentative hand on the shimmering golden surface, pressing in slightly on the thin, flexible shell, the dragon inside knew. He felt the slight pressure, the human's energy, denting the shell very slightly for a moment. The human on the other end likely wondering why the egg felt so fragile. Yes, he felt each prospecting bond through the egg, taking in their energy without consciously realizing it. But they were never quite right. Too hot, too cold, or too nervous, or too rough. He knew he was waiting for something specific, though he had no idea what.
The dragon would shuffle uncomfortably in his egg as the human laid a hand on it, his irritation heating the surface from a pleasant warmth to a boiling, painful heat. And then the person would be sure to jerk their hand away. Many had seen this startling shift take place. Nobles, commoners and thieves alike yanking their hands away with a soft gasp or curse. And although the striking golden, yet-unbonded egg continued to be a topic of interest, few others seemed to want to risk their fingers to touch it. One by one the dragons emerged into the world, small, curious and fragile. All eager to meet their new bonded partners. But the Sun dragon egg sat, boiling and sparking quietly on its pedestal. Waiting, though impatiently, for its bond to emerge and claim it.
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Cathix|NB|Bonded to Zeb|Mentions Zeb, lots of indirect other mentions After the immediate shock of hatching had left them somewhat, Cathix began to focus on parsing through the mess of sights, scents, and sounds that assailed them from every side. Scent came first, Cathix’s mind rapidly categorizing the data as it received it. While all of the non-dragons seemed to have their own specific scent, under that unique smell they tended to fall into one of three categories. The violet-eyed individual—family, Cathix reminded themself—smelled of steel and controlled violence, like the fury of a storm about to break contained behind steel walls. Underneath that however, Cathix detected hints of fire and sand. The green-eyed two-leg shared this underlying smell, as did many of the creatures present. Cathix then turned their attention to the adult dragon that had also approached them, but was only able to briefly touch noses before the elder was gone. Cathix barely had time to become annoyed at the abruptness of the interaction before being distracted by the commotion of another egg hatching. The watching non-dragons erupted in a cacophony of noises, which Cathix interpreted as a mixture of shock, confusion, and outrage. They pondered why the crowd would react this way. Surely they couldn’t be upset at the presence of yet another dragon? The simple creatures should count themselves fortunate to even be in the presence of so many magnificent dragons, Cathix seethed to themself. However as yet more eggs began to hatch and the attention of the onlookers shifted away from Cathix, they couldn’t help but feel a slight sting of jealousy. Before Cathix could decide whether to act on this feeling, yet another non-dragon came forward to talk to Cathix’s family. Or at least Cathix surmised that was what those sounds were. This new individual smelled of wind and parchment, with hints of growing things underneath. Whatever they said to Cathix’s family caused them to begin walking towards a large cloth thing. After a short, nearly inaudible hiss of frustration, Cathix followed. Under the cloth it was cool and quiet, and Cathix’s family settled on the ground with their legs crossed beneath them. They stretched one of their forelimbs toward Cathix, and after a moment began to emanate some thoughts. Cathix cocked their head to the side before nuzzling into the outstretched limb, sorting through the foreign ideas that had been sent to them. The first seemed to be a feeling of questioning, accompanied with an image of Cathix, as seen through the non-dragon’s eyes. Then came an image of the violet-eyed individual themself, along with a series of sounds. Zeb-ey-thrae. Zeb. Oh, Cathix realized, that’s what they are. Zebeythrae. Pleased with their interpretation, Cathix focused on Zebeythrae and formed their own mental message. I am Cathix. You are my family now, and I will be with you to the end of your days. Together we will forge a legend of metal and fire, and all will bow their heads when they hear our names. |
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Ikona | Male | Bonded: Manon | M: Manon, (Orrian, Zeb and Æschylus are mentioned) He did not mind when she picked him up; the noise was overwhelming, as well as all the other creatures staring at him. He looked back over her shoulder while she walked, and while most had already turned back to the other eggs still laying on the table, some were still looking at him. He hissed at them, a warning to stop, but it only seemed to make them amused. He looked around them when she sat, and could see only a few creatures around him, most with another dragon near. It was a nice change from the crowd, as these creatures were far quieter. The noise had been disorienting to him, and now that it was gone he studied her, trying to memorise her scent and appearance. She was watching two of her kind(as I said, he had no notion of elves or fae), one holding another dragon. When she turned to look at him, he stared right back, hardly blinking. His tail slowly swished behind him, the feathers expanding and shrinking in a rhythmic pattern. Her eyes seemed to be gazing through him, as if she was concentrating on something in her head. And then he heard a voice in his head, one that was not his own. Startled, he let out another squawk, his crest rising in alarm. And then he realized it was her speaking. She wanted to know if he could hear her. His surprise gave way to excitement; if she could talk to him, he could probably talk to her. He gave it a try, his crest lowering now that he wasn't alarmed. I can hear you. He sent back, chirping as he climbed on her arm. It was the perfect length for him to perch, though his claws had to have pricked her skin. Shifting his wings until he could balance on her arm, he turned and looked at her, his teeth bared in a grin, waiting to see if he had communicated his thoughts correctly. |
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Re'enalla "Wren" | F | Galladis | Galladis, Aibek, Camila Galladis was nervous, Wren could tell. His hand kept on her scales was shaking. He had the other barely covering his face; was he... sobbing? She let him lean on her. Wren knew why he was being this way. He'd told her what he'd done- and from what she actually remembered, she felt sorry for him. It's alright, Addis. She nosed him gently, letting his arms wrap around her neck for comfort. Shyly, she looked around. A blue light appeared and vanished twice, seeming to come from a tiny black creature not far away. Another! Addis... Sheepishly, she looked at him for approval. In return, he nodded his head. "You can go, Wren."
She quickly drew away, bounding and skidding to a stop in front of the tiny creature. Another moon dragon! The sun was burning her scales slightly, but she already knew the feeling. This little one needs help, anyways. Standing in front of where the sun would be, she held her wing up to shadow the small hatchling. Wren moved her neck around to face him, giving what could only be a bright grin. He won't be able to hear me right away... Dragons, when only hatchlings, could hear the mental voices of their bonded. As they got older, they could communicate with all other dragons- and the outstandingly skilled could interact with anyone bonded to a dragon. If they weren't bonded, they lacked the means of communicating with dragons at all. Many people still tried, regardless. She gave a huff, and turned her eyes to the person holding the moon dragon. A human. She kept her nose by the small dragon, however. You might not be able to hear me, but I'll protect you. There was a quick look she snatched to the human. Can you see? Do you know I'll keep him secure? She turned her gaze onto Galladis, who was watching her with an impassive expression. She lay down, curling her tail and spreading her wings around the bonded pair. She and Galladis knew both had to head to the tent, though it would be better for the hatchling under the cover of her wings. Her scales would provide enough light for them all to see, and to let him adjust slowly. She brought her pale eyes back to them. I will keep you safe, little dragon.
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Zebeythrae "Zeb" Leoriethty | F | Bonded: Cathix | Mentions: Sana, Cathix, Orrian A soft smile formed on the fae’s lips when she heard their thoughts enter her mind and when they nuzzled into her hand. I am sorry for not pausing to give much time to you. Crowds are not one of my stronger suits. Her eyes took the time to look over the small dragonling and she was about to usher them closer when the sound of someone walking up to them pulled her gaze from her new family. The softer smile disappeared from her features to be replaced with a raised eyebrow at the elf speaking to her. Zeb tilted her head back moving to lean onto her hands before making the grumbling decision to stand so it wasn’t quite as awkward to look up at the taller being. “Well then I could return the sentiments.” Her arms moved to fold over her chest defensively and she shifted her weight slightly which caused the two round blades to swing on her hips. This one needs a right slap off of her high horse...Pompous little -- Zeb caught herself before finishing her thought as she looked down at the metal dragonling by her side. Yeah better to not start off by teaching the dragonling a few of the inappropriate words that she had learned over her years. Instead she lifted her gaze and bowed her head. “Well Sanasiliare, I am Zebeythrae and I am the Dragonborn’s Apprentice. Funny how it seems that those that have not wished for the spotlight are being thrown into it all with one choice?” Zeb stumbled slightly with the elven name but knew even her own could cause issues. As she watched the falcon land on the female elf’s cloak, a very small flicker of respect danced in her eyes watching the bird. “I would think that judges shouldn’t have a dragon as that would hinder their judgements but your falcon is a beautiful bird that I believe could hold their own against some of the dragons.” Was that an attempt at flattery? Possibly but it was hard to tell fully in the fae’s features as she moved her hands to rest on the handles of the blades. It wasn’t a move meant for posturing, it was a more comfortable pose since it appeared they would still be waiting for a little while. Her mind wondered briefly when Galladis would be joining them as she wanted to speak with her mentor before there would be fewer moments that would garner less rumors. “I hate to cut our lovely meeting so short but I should probably focus on bonding with my dragonling and I am sure that there are other riders that are causing more of a raucous than I ever could.” After speaking Zeb looked down at the dark scales that almost matched her own skin coloration offering the soft smile once more. If there is only one first impression, I probably just blew it. Whelp I think our impressiveness will have to shine through to get her attention once more. But no matter what I will be by your side as well. It had felt weird when the dragonling had mentioned that they were family. Family was something Zeb had given up on finding or understanding when she was sent away to begin her life of taking away others. Deep down she wanted to try and find her own family but it seemed that even those memories were locked too deep for even her to find within the deep recesses of her mind. |
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