Kerso had been almost late getting to the lesson today. He hadn't been paying any attention over the last few weeks to how close they were getting to Hatching - he'd been more focused on his vintner training. In fact, that was why he was late. Master Ioldon had started him in on growing fruit for making some cordial and he'd wanted to check on the seedlings before the lesson.
He scrunched up his face and then opened his eyes wide, grappling with the fact that the Hatching was only a few days away. Where had the time gone?
Excused into the changing rooms, he selected a robe and measured his feet to find a pair of thick boots. Then he waited in line and filed out onto the Sands. Being from Southern Boll, the heat hadn't gotten to him...yet. After bowing to the queen, her rider, and the Weyrleader and his dragon, he found himself somewhere between Artemis and Apollo with a couple of other boys. The boys were speculating on which egg held which color of dragon. "D'you suppose that's a gold?"
one of them asked, pointing to the largest egg that was just to the right of the queen. "Nah, dontcha know anything about eggs? Gold eggs have a gold sheen to them." "Well, it's hard to tell in this light!"
Kerso snorted. Seemed to him there wasn't a gold egg on the Sands or there'd have been more focus on getting the girls ready. But he didn't really know how the Weyr handled gold eggs, so maybe he was wrong. Still. Didn't seem likely to him."I think there are...three bronzes,"
he pointed to the three largest eggs: the one the other boys were speculating about, the one in the center of the front row, and the one on the left end of the middle row. "And five greens"
he added, pointing to the five smallest: the one Artemis had pointed out; the center one in the middle row; the one on the far right on the back, next to the one he thought was a bronze; the one second from the left in the middle row; and the one on the far left on the back row. "What do you think, Apollo?"
He would only be half-listening to anything Apollo said. He focused on the center egg, being as it seemed closest to him, and tried to imagine what it felt like - and what the creature inside would look like, act and think like, what his name would be. He knew what chicken eggs felt like, and he imagined these felt similar - mostly smooth, but not shiny smooth, more like a river stone that's been worn down by years of flowing water. He'd heard that newly-hatched dragonhide felt like kid leather, the really soft stuff that only the wealthy could afford. And of course, it would be the perfect hue of green-gold bronze, and it would be his bronze, and his name would be...
The queen's eyes whirled a little faster, taking on a pale green hue, just shy of being yellow. She shifted nervously on the Sands setting herself up in a more defensive posture, ready to snake her long neck out and snap at any errant Candidates. She was slightly reassured by the presence of her rider, her mate, and her mate's rider, and also the woman who her rider spent so much time with, who was standing well off, but where she could still keep an eye on the Candidates. She felt pleased and somewhat mollified as each Candidate bowed to her and her rider, demonstrating marginally acceptable respect to her and her eggs.
If any of them crossed that line, though, her mate would have to wait in line to get at them. She rumbled softly in warning, an exclamation that would be more felt through the Sands beneath the children's feet than heard.
Nataly was annoyed that one of the candidates - one of the girls, no less - was missing from the group. Of all the possible lessons for her to miss, or maybe just be late for, she had to pick this one. Well, if she missed this one, she'd just have to make it up tomorrow, standing farther back while the others got to move in closer.
After several more minutes, she called out to the Candidates. "Okay, enough time spent out there. Get your tails back in here and change back into your regular clothes. Then it's back to your chores or lessons!"
FYI, please don't consider any speculation that I post as Kerso to have ANYTHING to do with the actual contents of the eggs. It's pure speculation on his part and has no bearing whatsoever on the reality of the situation.
Ideas for first day/second post: Respond to the queen's stance and apparent state of mind. Speculate on what color dragon is in which egg. Talk to your fellow Candidates. Return to the rest of the Weyr and your regular duties.
Deadline: Monday, 3/19
11 male NPCs
3 female NPCs