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Published : 3 months, 3 weeks ago (Tue, 16 Sep 2008 21:13:46 PDT)
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Who: Dulcieth, Egwene, Wendra
What: A semi-search
Where: Southern Bowl, Benden Weyr
When: Evening, Day 1, month 13, turn 2
Southern Bowl
The primary feature of this end of the mile-long bowl is the Weyr's lake, which takes up nearly a quarter of the bowl's capacity by itself. About two dragonlengths deep at the deepest part - which is safely nestled along the wall of the bowl, far from the shore - the water is fairly clear for all that it's warm. Even in the winter, the water never really dips below "chilly," heated as it is by the Weyr's internal thermals. Occupying the southwestern corner, the southeastern finger of the lake puddles around the fence to the feeding grounds.
The tunnel to the weyrling barracks opens on the eastern side of the bowl, just north of the patio-like overhang that serves as the Weyr's stables. Almost directly across from this on the western wall is the tunnel leading in to the lower caverns, meeting up with the road out of the Weyr.
Egwene exits the lower caverns buttoning up her jacket as she gives a slight shiver as the cold wind nips at her exposed skin. However, the shiver is the only sign that the woman gives that she even notices the cold. There is no rubbing of the arms or shifting of the legs that are normal for those that aren't used to the cold. Instead, the woman just stretches out her back a few times before starting to just slowly strolling through the snow just on the edge of the light coming from the lower caverns. She softly hums as she slowly moves through the snow not really paying attention to what else might be going on in the bowl just outside the light.
Egwene
There is no doubting that Egwene is made from hearty mountain stock. She stands a little above average in height and has a strong, large frame to her body that is void of excess weight. Plain brown hair and blue eyes complete this woman's features. As is typical of holder stock, her body is clothed in whatever is clean and mended at the time.
Dulcieth begins heading over toward the new emergent, crooning softly as she approaches.
Egwene looks up at the sound the Green dragon makes, stopping her wandering as she does. Narrowing her eyes, she looked at the dragon just beyond the edge of the light and then begins to glance around as she looks for the young dragon's rider. Not really sure what is going on , she gives the dragon a slight nod of her head before moving on with her snow walking.
Wendra suddenly appears in the light, breathless. She is currently in full riding gear, so it might even be hard to tell whether she's a girl or a boy. Her voice gives her away, though, as she says a fast "Hello!"
Looking up yet again from her snow trekking, this time at the sound of Wendra's 'hello", Egwene frowns hard and takes a deep breath. After a quick yet soft mutter about something to do with just trying to find a moment to herself, she replaces the frown with a polite smile and nodded her head just as someone in her station would do to a rider. "Evening," she replies in that same practiced politeness that is normal for her.
Wendra looks more closely at Egwene. As she does so, Dulcieth warbles joyously, and her eyes begin whirling a fast blue. Wendra pats the green, then says "You were the one Felisa knew, weren't you? One of the refugees?"
Egwene takes a quick step back as the Green lets out yet another very loud noise, bring her hands up to her chest as if it startled her. "I really got to get use to that," she says to no one particular as she tries to quickly recover her composure from the freight. "Hmm yes, I know the woman, Felisa." She replies to the rider, her voice and face hinting at some sort of disapproval when she speaks the woman's name. "And yes, I am from Distant."
Wendra nods. "Would you be interested in standing for the clutch on the sands? Dulcieth thinks you would make a good candidate."
Now that question really startles the woman that she completely loses her normal grace and composure. "What?" she stammers out as she looks from the rider to the green dragon and back again. "But there isn't a gold on the sands" she replies as she tries to figure out what is going on or if this is some joke, "You don't expect me to stand for" her eyes drift to the green, her eyes going wide, " a fighting dragon?" Her voice brakes to a near horror as she takes a step back from the pair.
Wendra explains patiently "There may be a gold egg on the sands -- they're too clustered now to get a good look. And Dulci isn't suggesting what color you might impress, just that you seem attuned to the clutch somehow." She pauses, then says "I suppose you could wait until we see if there's a gold egg before you accept."
Egwene shakes but it isn't from the cold, instead it looks as if she is trying to recover from whatever strong emotions that she is feeling at this time. "Hmmm" she says very smoothly to Wendra's question, "I can refuse?" She says questioningly as if she isn't sure she believes the words coming out of the rider's lips. "I thought I had to" She tears her face away from the rider to look at the dragon once more. "I I don't" she stammers keeping the 'be like you' to herself. Her eyes begin to dart around and she takes yet another step away. Taking a deep breath, she begins to get over the shock of what just happen to her. "I think I will do that," she tells Wendra as she raises her head to a more dignified position. Clearing her voice, she nods first to Dulcieth then to Wendra, "Thank you," her voice turning back into that practiced politeness that she had before.
Wendra says, "Of course you can refuse. We couldn't force you to do something you didn't want to. So, you'll stand if it turns out there's a gold egg among all of the others?"
Dulcieth creels softly, her eyes whirling a dull grayish color. Wendra puts a soothing hand on the green's hide and murmurs "It will be all right, love."
"Of course," Egwene answers the question, "It would be my duty then to stand." Her voice has that sort of wonder to it as if how could anyone be silly enough to think that she wouldn't. At Dulcieth's creel, she turned her eyes back at the dragon and gives a confused look at the dragon; however, she doesn't linger long on the dragon before, she bows her head, "Is there anything else that you might need?" she asked, "because if not I really should get back to the kitchen."
Wendra shakes her head. "Good luck with whatever you decide to do. And if you decide between now and when we find out that you want to stand anyway, even just so you know what it's like for the next queen egg, let me know. I'm Wendra.
Egwene nods to Wendra and slowly backs away before saying "Thank you." With that she turned around and briskly walks back inside.
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