Existential Encounter of the Egg Kind

Characters Iwa, Ava, Apheli
Synopsis These eggs have the bad touch and its time to find that out first hand.
Out-of-Character Date September 18,2022

Igen Weyr - Hatching Sands
As if temperatures in the rest of the Weyr weren't uncomfortable enough, the sands are positively blistering. The air shimmers from the onslaught of heat, leaving the area with a hallucinatory feel. Black sands stand currently empty but for the occasional egg-shard or 'print not swept clear. A raised platform of smooth stone provides a lounging-spot for queens or their mates, or a retreat for the lifemates that accompany them from whence they can cool their feet somewhat.


Iwa is helping today, she murmurs greetings to the candidates who dare return for aother round of "what's in that egg?!?". There are the usual cautions, be gentle, be polite, no running, yelling that sort of thing might get you eaten… err, injured. Totally accidentally of course. Once all the requisite signatures that Igen will not be sued, or otherwise held accountable for what happens out there the group is encouraged out. Oh, and don't forget to BOW. Oriapeth, she is taking notes.

Ava had been avoiding this from the moment she was searched, even if she had yet to realize it then, she did now as the grounds opened before her, dotted with dragons and eggs. Sweaty palms, what an unusual feeling but here she is, wiping them like a child on her hips as she gathers herself to stride forwards to delivered the proper respect to clutch parents that she had been practicing outside. A deep bow to Oriapeth and then another to Roheith before offering her duties and thanks to Weyrwoman Iwa.Then, with a weak smile, shuffles onto the sands towards a sickly, sticky looking egg.

---< Ava touches egg 2 - Why's It Sticky? Egg >---

Apheli once again finds herself on the sands to touch some eggs even though the last time was… weird. Super weird. And today will probably be just as odd. But we soldier on, yes we do. She steps onto the sands and bows to Oriapeth and Roheith, then nods to Weyrwoman Iwa and murmurs a quiet thanks. Avoiding the eggs she touched the last time, she steps toward one at random.

---< Apheli touches egg 1 - Globular Expanse Egg >----

Color bleaches from Ava's face and she almost eat it right there on the sands as her knees sag by noticeable inches and the breath leaves her. She leans heavier on the egg in an unconscious attempt to stabilize herself. Oh she was afraid of just this, being forever trapped and bound in an inescapable bond with fate..

Apheli sways as the egg releases her, but manages to keep her feet beneath her. This egg is tame compared to the last few she touched, and almost… comforting? She rests her other hand on the egg, curious to see what else it has to tell her.

Iwa shoos the last of the group out. Candidates either new and unknowing of what lies ahead, or those truly brave (or foolish?) enough to return for another exposure. It leaves her shaking her head a moment and pausing at the side of the sands to watch the first wave of resposes. Gaze shifts subtly a moment towards the great queen who is loosely curled about the side of the clutch, pretending, or possibly actually asleep this time. Bow, bows are good though and the Weyrwoman looks please that the candiadtes are following instructions despite the current state of the queen.

Ava ..oh Ava, the healer is so wide eyed in shock and clammy, her jaw going slack but the faintest of whispers responding to the voice has her sweaty palm presses against the firm shell in a desperate bid for answers."I avoid.." Her throat cracks dryly, "being mothballed into anonymity"

Apheli winces as the egg drops her back on the sands. Ouch. That hurt. It still hurts a little, truth be told. She turns over the message the egg gave her in her mind, repeating it to herself a few times. "The only way out is through". Well, it's true. Sometimes that is the only way out. Just like getting through candidacy is the only way to finding a lifemate of her own.

Wild eyes and staggered, AVa stumbles away from the egg, her hand shaking as that trance like grip frees her. She stands, rubbing palm and fingers as her heart, (when did it become so tachy?), stabilizes and her senses return to herself. With a wary glance around her she steps off, the cobwebs of the first egg still clinging to her as her fingers slide over the next one.

---< Ava touches egg 7 - Long Memory Of Violence Egg >--

Apheli sighs, letting go of the egg. Pain and then joy. Such is life, isn't it? And asking for help is something she's never been very good at. Maybe she needs to try that more often. She might make more friends that way and life could be more joyful. It's something to consider, at the very least. "Ask for help," she mutters to herself, as she goes in search of her next egg, letting her intuition lead her.

--< Apheli touches egg 3 - The Birth of Mankind's End Egg >---

Iwa continues to watch from the sidelines for now. She'll likely start roaming soon enough, but most seem to survive their first egg encounter and she works very hard not to interfere despite a few surprised and almost pained cries.

The haunting macabre is far more welcome than the existentialism of the last egg and as her mind wanders alongside the projections Ava finds her head tilting in curious regard. She lingers at the egg, willing to walk this wooded grove a few steps more, if only to find what's at the end.

Apheli startles. Her intuition led her to an egg she'd already touched and it's back for more. She wants to comfort the little entity, let it curl up safe in the harbour of her happiest memories, but no, it had dashed away before she could do anything.

Ah yes, the raw nerve, so caustically fileted open by the last mind now a beacon of emotional pain as that nerve is threatened once more. Avas' jaw tightens with the indignity of it all, but she can't quite bring herself to call that disapproving weight cruel, in fact, as she smooths over the egg once more, she finds herself almost agreeing even as alarm should rise. It's a calm, sad, heavy, hollow, acceptance.

Apheli stands firm as the vision fades once again, still wanting to bring solace to the little entity whose mind she keeps brushing against. Having her memories rifled through for her fears had been, well, frightening. She can feel a tear or two falling down her cheeks, yet she hopes the memories it found passed whatever test it was giving.

--—< Ava leaves egg 7 - Long Memory Of Violence Egg >--

Ava jerks sharoly back, that end she had seconds ago accepted now has her adrenaline pumping, the flight to the fight and her heart is tripping over her rapid breaths. In a hurry she makes herself scarce from the egg before her now. She wasn't ready yet, not ready to…for..what? No, her hand finds yet another egg to visit with now.

--—< Ava touches egg 10 - Raging Behind in the Egg >--—-

More tears fall, yet this time they are from joy, to be found acceptable and safe by the entity. Apheli smiles broadly before letting go of the egg, wiping her cheeks dry with the sleeve of her tunic. She goes in search of another egg.

---< Apheli leaves egg 3 - The Birth of Mankind's End Egg >---

-—< Apheli touches egg 4 - The Light Never Touches This Egg >-—-

Iwa catches sight of one lad who slips onto his butt, so jostled by whatever impressio the egg he is near had given him. While he quickly gets up the sands are hot, so very hot and Iwa moves almost without though quietly to go check on him. The lad flushes and murmurs but the brief encounter has merely bruised his ego for now. At least he is unlikely to forget his sandals come hatching day. Iwa pauses there, looking around again just to see if there is anyone else needing checking on, but mostly she's trying not to interfere.

Ava nearly balks at the sickly sweet starkness of this mind and her brow deepens into a frown. The other eggs had been such a painful, sobering moment that hit many true cords but this…at least the other eggs had challenged her. Ava lingers on the egg with a hefty amount of suspicion for the mind shimmering so brightly into the red headed skeptics own. Bright enough that, for the first time her eyes briefly look away to a lad falling to the sands but her attention refocuses. Somethings…amiss here at this egg..

The sensation of chills skittering up her spine is not new to Apheli, and while she doesn't mind a mild scare or two, she prefers to not jump when she turns every corner. The egg's intentions are unclear, does the terror come from the egg or does it come from her own mind and interpretation? Perhaps another touch will tell.

Ah yes, cynicism wins the day again. Ava seems unamused and lifts her hand from the egg and steps away. She would have none of that, false pretense, manipulation, her throat tightens and anger eeks into her gait as she puts more distance between her and the egg until she's standing in an empty patch of sand. The eggs earn a wary but, for the first two, an almost respectful eye. The others…well, she wasn't sure about them yet and is equally sure if she wishes to further subject herself to this for the day.

Apheli is willing to let the egg do as it will with her. She welcomes the sensations, lets them flow through her, turns her inner eye to see the path. Where the fear has been there will be nothing and only she will remain, standing on the sands, touching the egg.

And we're back to creepy. Aph thinks that's a good theme for most of these eggs. Weird and creepy. She lets go of the egg and steps back, making her way out of the mound of eggs to the sands closer to the exit. She's had enough of this for tonight. Maybe another time she'll come back and touch a few she hasn't yet sampled, but for now? Done.

Iwa is here, a quiet presence should she be needed, but really, what is there to defend against the unmoving hard shells? It leads to a pleasantly dull pacing round the group of candidates, looking on unjudgingly as Ava steps out. The eggs, as still as they are, are full enough of life. Another glace to Oriapeth, what has she wrought for Igen now another sevenday or two will tell. It seems to start a thing, and in ones and twos the candidates excuse themselves and slip off until she is left alone. An amused smile creeps in and she pats one of the eggs softly before following and leaving the sands to the sleeping? dam. Yup, another, ahem, successful touching.

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