Our Ancestors Live

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A ruby queen lay sprawled out lazily over the warm hatching sands, eyes only half open as her rider approached. ”It is time for the touching. Everything is going according to plan.” said the stiff woman, hugging a notebook to her chest. Victoria was a stiff, stern woman who was paired with a rather lazy, carefree ruby. Just recently a clutch of seven had been lain in a gentle depression in the sands, and the tall woman had sprung into action to make sure the widest spectrum of candidates would be there. Victoria would not let any of her bonded’s children between. The gentle breeze rustled orange/brown hair, streaked with grey, this prompted the diligent woman to tuck all of her hair behind her ears, silently scolding her bonded, Wishaenalth’s sloth nature.

Both the sunset pink dragon and her rider looked up to one of the higher sand dunes, where the candidates had seemingly gathered in wait of either’s signal. ”You feel that they are ready?” Victoria asked once more, flashing Wishaenalth a meaningful glance. Yes, Mine. They are quite ready, eager, even. the dragon said mentally, her deep voice only heard within the confines of her rider’s mind. ”Come now, candidates. she called, propping herself up on two well-built legs. ”My children await your careful touch.”

And with that, The Touching begins.

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The Whisper Egg

The second largest of the Back to Basics Clutch, The Whisper Egg base color is light pink in color, and speckled almost everywhere with dark shades of red and pink. While it is seemingly on good terms with it's siblings that sit only about 6 inches away, it is closest to The Mask Egg, which is nestled in right up against it's larger clutch mate. One cannot touch The Whisper Egg without getting little inkling from it's brother. In fact, those who decide to place their fingertips on this egg's warm surface and stay there, they may be lucky enough to feel movement along with the different energies that flow freely from the expressive shell. One of the more... noticeable traits is how different some are. Warmth and radiance could dance it's way up one finger while cold calculating diligence works up the next. It is an interesting egg, not creepy but, not exactly pleasant either.

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The Mask Egg

This egg is one of the smaller of this clutch, it's pale green shell spreckled and spotted by a darker shade of green in varying sizes and consistencies, overall a rather plain egg, other than the rather lumpy form of it. In all actuality, all of the eggs in this group are just a little lumpy an bumpy, like something went wrong before or as they were being lain. This smaller egg's shell is cool, but there is obviously life beneath it. All of the emotions that seep through this shell are immediately felt by any cadidates, the egg almost reaching out. When touching the shell, a the egg first exhibits it's carefree, joyous, and happy side, but after a few moments it's more nervous tendencies come out, the spots and dots on the shell almost twitching about.

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The Flimsy Egg

Oh no, it appears that this egg has fallen over.. Or is that just the shape of it? Whatever shape the shell is, this is one tiny egg. Like, really small. In fact, it is the smallest of all it's siblings, and it sits nestled in front of it's large companion The Competitor Egg and beside The Intelligence Egg. Though it is loving and devoted to it's closest neighbors, it seems very cold to those it isn't very used to. Quite frankly, it's almost snobby. It requires excellence and excellence only, casting off any of the more grubby candidate with a (not actual, of course) self-absorbed scoff. Beneath this egg's somewhat selfish and vain exterior, this egg is actually very good-natured and kind.. it's just that this part of it doesn't come out without coaxing. When touching the egg, the candidate will notice that the surface hasn't completely solidified.. just the slightest amount of squish. Be careful! You don't want to hurt the dragon inside!

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The Competitor Egg

Always striving to be in the limelight, The Competitor Egg commands that it's presence be known. It makes sure it is equal to or better than all of those around it, whether it be who gets the attention from candidates, or who is the loudest in pattern. But despite this loud egg's attempts at being physically eye-catching, the unborn creature can do nothing to improve upon itself, and so, this poor egg is stuck with a painfully plain grey-indigo shell, accented only by a few golden spots. Really, this frustrates the egg to no end. When it hatches, who knows what'll come out.

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The Intelligence Egg

As the name of this egg suggests, The Intelligence Egg gives off a vive of cool, collected authority. It does not draw, nor does it want, attention per se, but it's quite inevitable. The attractive dusty green with smaller golden speckles, much like some of it's siblings. It can't help it's modest good looks, which is the bane of some of it's more flashy brothers (coughcompetitoreggcough). Those feeling the cool surface of the egg will initially feel reserved friendliness, but with some time a more humorous side does shine through. One can only guess what kind of dragon will come out of this egg.

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The Funk Egg

This is egg is by far the brightest out of The Back to Basics Clutch, it's vibrant shell a royal blue that shows off hints of lighter purples and pinks, this egg obviously gives an excited, happy vibe. Much like the name suggests, The Funk Egg is almost musical when touched, different emotions dance their way up any curious candidate's arms, livening them up with a mix of good natured goofiness and innocent fun. This egg (or it's inhabitant) couldn't hurt a fly, but who could take this much bubbly energy?

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The Fury Egg

Seperated from the rest of it's siblings, this egg is cast away. Maybe it was shunned, or perhaps the egg likes it that way. Whatever the reason this egg is nestled into the hatching sands about a foot away from it's brethren, The Fury Egg certainly is no charmer. The dark shell is dark brown in base color, burned and discolored by deeper shades and marked by a light, almost cream, color. Everything about this medium sized egg is ominous, from it's dark looks to it's... unsettling personality. At first touch, The Fury Egg seem like any other outcast, lonely, confused, but underneath those depressing emotions is a rage that cannot, or will not, be tamed. It doesn't go at you full bore at first, slowly the anger slithers it's way up your veins, taking hold of your heart and staying there. Those who touch the egg for more than ten minutes at a time exhibit strange mood swings and more inclination towards violence for some time after coming into contact with the foreboding egg.

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A touching.

A touching.

Well, it was better than gardening, Mousy supposed.

Mousy would probably, as per always, be amongst the youngest of the candidates, if not the youngest. And probably the only one not approaching the whole thing with a completely open mind.

Oh well.

She arrived just on time at the Sands, having run the whole way, and nodded at the Rider of the Queen, and bowed to the Queen herself.

Then, however, she actually got down to doing what she had come here to do.

Stooping down before the first egg to catch her eye, the Fury Egg, a brown egg that radiated, as the name suggested, fury. She gently laid a hand on the shell, and felt probably the most violent bolt of violence she had ever felt in her life. Which, coming from her, was something.

The next thing that she felt coming from the gg was confusion, sadness and that sort of thing. Since this egg was an outcast, though, Mousy wasn't extremely surprised. But, she had decided that she liked this egg. It might be difficult and irritable, but she could feel, underneath its citter facade, it just wanted a friend.

Hey, it was kind of like her.

Giving the egg a final stroke with the tips of her fingers, and eliciting yet another burst of rage, she removed her hand. She kind of liked the egg, yes.

Well, she preferred the darker things in life. A cloudless sky, to her, was the worst possible thing that could ever happen.

Ever.

Although she did like to look at the stars, she found the moon disgusting, and the way she wore a lot of dark colours, and the way her wavy hair tumbled down her selders like w waterfall of night reminded most people that she was not the most light-hearted person of all. Even looking in to her dark eyes reminded some people of staring in to a deep pit, or a lump of coal.

For sure, nothing about Mousy - except for certain aspects of her personality - was in the slightest bit light.

Mousy then moved on, although she knew full well that she'd regret it, to touch the Funk Egg, which did just that.

What a happy egg.

Really, really happy.

She gave it a light prod, which did nothing to curb its good cheer, and Mousy cracked a slight smile. She tugged at the small piece of Obsidian on a black chain (do you, perchance, see a theme with colours here) attached to one of the belt loops of her jeans. The thin girl smiled a little, but it quickly faded when she realized how sore her head had gotten in the past ten seconds. She drew her hand away, and moved it up to rub at her temples until the aching went away. Grumbling, she nodded at the egg, and moved on.

The next egg she touched was the Intelligence Egg, and, while this egg seemed clever, it wasn't clever in a snooty way, like some clever eggs she had met before seemed, but it was a kind sort of clever - informed about many things, but also kind, and open to new ideas. Mousy instantly really liked this egg, for a reason she couldn't quite put her finger upon. Maybe it was the fact that it seemed to have something of a problem with the Competitor Egg, or the fact it liked the other eggs equally, or the fact it was so clever, she really liked this egg.

"Well," she said to herself, tapping her fingertips lightly over the egg's dusty-brown surface, tapping her fingertips over a golden-yellow spot, and thinking how nice-looking this egg was. "Hey, you're a nice egg," she said.

The next egg Mousy touched, she found she could only keep her hand on for a couple of seconds, because it seemed to be shouting at the top of its voice. As her mind clouded with the thoughts of this egg, she removed her hand and rubbed her temples, trying to relieve the headache that touching the Competitor Egg had seemingly brought on.

Well, there were worse things in the world than a competitive egg.

And, with that final thought, she moved on to the next egg, the Flimsy Egg.

Mousy had, for all the world, expected this egg to be like her: she also had a problem with the rest of the world, and she slipped over a lot, and, well, she liked to keep her head down and not complain and not be noticed (although the not being noticed was just her: she prefered to keep herself to herself, so she studied hard at school, did well and passed with a relative silence).

This tiny egg, she discovered, was probably the most cruel egg she had ever met.

No.

Well, it wasn't cruel per se; it was loving, almost devoted, to the Intelligence and Competitor Eggs, but it was downright spiteful to the eggs further away from it.

Underneath it all, though, she could tell that this egg was really very good-natured and kind.

It just needed a little coaxing.

Well, she didn't have to time, let alone the patience, to deal with an obnoxious dragon that insulted her at every corner. So, with that in mind, she removed her hand, and moved swiftly on to touch the next egg, the Mask Egg.

The Mask Egg was on its own with the Whisper Egg, and it appeared that these two eggs were very close, and prefered to be away from their siblings.

The Mask Egg was a very emotional egg, and a very passionate egg, that Mousy the instant she touched it. She liked it instantly, though, and gently patted its shell, which it liked somewhat.

The Mask Egg had started off cheerful, but it now seemed... somehow frightened; anxious. Mousy patted the shell to attempt to reassure it, but failed entirely. Raising her eyebrows, she withdrew her hand, and turned to look at the Whisper Egg.

The Whisper Egg was the second largest member of the clutch, and, at first, it seemed cheerful and happy. But, Mousy realized abruptly, this was only working its way up one finger, and going up the other was a calculating coldness. Mousy smiled, liking this creature. She liked how deceptive it seemed, and how it was so kind one moment, but cold and calculating the next.

Cool.

Mousy had touched all the eggs, and it was getting late. There was a tiny sliver of moon, which Mousy wanted to reach up and swat out of the sky, and the first stars were starting to appear. Smiling at the Queen and her Rider, Mousy picked herself up and left at a steady pace.

Stupidly, she fell after about five steps.

[[S]ydney]

There was a touching, this, this was the first intelligent thought that filtered through my head after being awoken by a pleasant Ruby queen. I knew that Victoria's ruby had laid a clutch not too long ago but, I, not keeping up with dates, had thought the touching would be several days from now. Had that much time really passed? What had I been doing, during that time? I... I didn't really know, sometimes I just drifted in and out of weeks. Grandma called it “worrisome” but, Mom and Dad said it was normal for a teen.

Whatever.

Anyway, so, after being awoken by a voice in my head, I gave a long yawn, scratching at the top of my head. My sister, Diane, was already awake but, then again, she didn't have the sleeping schedule of an owl. Kicking my feet off the couch (because that's where I slept) I smiled and patted my dog's head. ”Gotta go, bub, there's a touching.”

Said dog stared at me before rolling back over.

Okay, cool.

Hopping off the couch, I fixed my hair and glasses before taking off. I didn't want to be late, if you could actually be late to a touching.

Could you?

I dunno-

Anyway, I showed up pretty soon, there was only one person ahead of me. I nodded to them (yo) before giving a clumsy bow to the Queen. Nice babies, I'll be gentle, etc etc. You know the drill.

The first egg I laid hands on was The Fury Egg, all off by itself. My chest had tightened when I first got near it, which should have been a sigh but, I cut it off to nerves and touched the egg anyway. It felt confused at first, and I felt bad for it, until I started to feel the rage that seethed off the egg. That, that right there was a feeling I did not like, so I scattered from the egg as soon as I could.

The next egg was the Intelligence Egg, it was, after all, the closest egg to the Rage Egg so, I reached it before any of the others. This was a nice egg, smart even, and made my chest fill up with a nice, pleasant feeling.

I stayed with it for as long as I could, before moving onto The Funk Egg (if only because my sister was behind me and wanted to touch this egg, too) now, The Funk Egg was certainly... peppy. It was nice, at first, but, after only a few moments I decided that, nuh uh, no way, this egg was too much. I just couldn't handle that much... well, funk!

So, with that in mind, I turned to The Competitor Egg and placed my hands on it. I felt a connection to the egg, at first, because truthfully, I liked to be in the limelight at home. Well, not constantly, I just would like to have something that made me stand out from my siblings, something besides being pretty mean but, anyway that's a different story. So, I stayed put with this egg for a while, before moving onto the last two. I made sure to give it a little good luck pat, though, just in case.

The Mask Egg was a strange one, it was cold to the touch but, I could certainly feel like beneath it. Anxiety, happiness, but, mostly anxiety. It hid it well enough though, because it took me a while to feel the anxiety building. I left the egg alone, after that, I didn't want to cause it any problems.

Lastly, I placed both my palms on The Whisper Egg which, coincidentally, was stranger then The Mask Egg. This egg gave me different feelings, warmth and then calculative coldness on each hand. It was really strange and, somewhat unnerving. I stayed a while though, if only to try to figure out was going on.

Eventually though, it was my time to leave so, I began to head off but, halfway off the sands I stopped, too sleepy/lazy to go any more.

So instead I plopped down on the sands and watched the others.

I think I may have even fallen asleep, too...

Ah well.

[izzeh]

As she had been doing almost constantly for the past few weeks, Izzie was writing frenetically when she heard the voice. Come now, candidates. It was a deep, nice voice, and it called all of the candidates to the Sands for a touching. Writing the last few words of a sentence, Izzie got to her feet and stretched before heading off to attend the touching. She was a candidate, after all -- she would have been expected to go even if she hadn't wanted to.

She wanted to be punctual; even if you couldn't really be "late" to a touching, she wanted the eggs to have a good impression of her (and, of course, she wanted one of them to Impress to her, ha ha ha). So Izzie ran her fingers through her hair, trying to rake the curls into submission and finally deciding to just tie it back into a loose bun as usual. She cleaned the lenses of her glasses, which were always getting foggy somehow, and took a quick look at herself in the mirror before she left for the Sands.

When she arrived, there weren't too many people there yet. Izzie recognized Syd, who appeared to have fallen asleep on the Sands. Grinning slightly, the small teenage girl approached the Ruby queen, bowing, before looking at the clutch of eggs that sat in a depression in the sand.

She was first drawn to The Funk Egg, with its vivid royal blue shell peeking out from behind three of its siblings. The egg was attractive without being too flashy, and upon closer inspection was flecked with tints of purple and pink. Izzie reached out a hand to brush its surface, and immediately felt a rush of pleasant emotions dance their way up her arm. Smiling at the egg, she lingered near it for a few moments before moving on to the ones in front of it.

The Intelligence Egg greeted her with a polite sort of friendliness. Its gold-speckled green shell was cool to the touch, but the emotions she felt at her fingertips grew slightly warmer the longer she kept contact with the egg. Eventually, she figured it would be best to let the other candidates have their chance as well, and so she took her hand away and placed it on The Competitor Egg.

This egg, Izzie thought, was intent on being noticed, and seemed to be somewhat jealous of its nearby sibling. She wasn't sure what it was so worried about, though -- personally, she thought the indigo shell and golden splotches was actually rather pretty. When she tried to pull her fingers back, the egg seemed a bit put out at losing her attention, but she had to move onto another.

She was too nervous to touch The Flimsy Egg, which looked like it might fall apart at any moment, and instead went to The Whisper Egg. The two eggs were somewhat similar in color, though the similarities ended there. The Whisper Egg's shell was solid and warm to the touch, but after a few moments, she felt its emotions starting to separate, different ones climbing up different fingers. What was going on? It was almost as if the egg had several distinct personalities.

Izzie drew her hand back thoughtfully and brushed her fingers over the shell of its closest neighbor, The Mask Egg. This one was cold, rather like The Intelligence Egg, but much more outgoing. At first, she thought it was a happy egg, but soon Izzie felt hints of the anxiety beneath. She frowned in a mixture of curiosity and concern. What could this egg be so worried about? the girl thought, patting it reassuringly before moving away.

She glanced at The Rage Egg, sitting off by itself as if it wanted little to do with its siblings. But Izzie went over to it anyway. It might just be misunderstood, right? She pressed her fingertips to its brown shell, and for the first several moments, thought that she had been right, but then she felt hints of profound anger begin to snake their way in. Pulling back in surprise, Izzie stared at the egg for a few more seconds before turning away. Maybe there was a good reason for its isolation...

The small, thin girl moved out of the way to allow more of the other candidates to approach the eggs. A very interesting clutch, Izzie thought. She would be waiting to see what this group of eggs contained, that was for sure.

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[Icy-son]

Ehem, that time of the year again. Out and about in Newport Beach, taking to the sun rays, soaking waist-deep in ice cold oceanic waters. It really brought out a joy in life, now didn't it? Ah, what does it matter anyway, when there was a Touching of Eggs to go to? Yup, now Icy really did want to find that clutch of eggs. She could just feel the different shells, and the semi-feelings of each. In her mind, at least.

Instead of heading toward Newport, she headed elsewhere, toward a different setting. She must have traveled pretty far on her bike, for she had gone from her aunt's house in the early morning, down to where she spotted seven eggs, each in three groupings. My, my. How peculiar, she thought, heading down to the sands.

Each had a pretty much basic coloration to it, though The Intelligence Egg took a fancy to her. She crawled on her scabby knees toward the speckled egg, mesmerized. It seemed so calm, collected. More kept to itself. She placed her fingers on the shell, though set her hand back on the sands. It was... very peculiar.

Sighing, she spotted an almost glass-looking egg, one that could be destroyed within a single touch. She shuddered at the thought, and moved on to the Competitor Egg, with some sort of a winning aura engulfing it. "Ack, I'll pass...." she muttered, heading toward the Funk Egg.

As she approached, she could sense the happiness in the air around it. Not /another/ happy egg! she crossly thought, crossing her arms over her chest. God, why did half of the eggs seem happy nowadays? She glanced at the casted away egg, the Fury Egg, and crawled slowly.

How could such a beautiful egg be away from its siblings? The question disturbed her, and as she reached her hand over it, she could sense the tense aura of it. "God, why so tense?" she murmured, getting up to her feet. She grabbed her bike, and darted off, taking one last look toward the clutch. Strange, it sure was....

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[Yellowstar]

So it was time for the touching already? Yellow found it surprising how quickly time passed. It seemed less than a month ago that the ruby queen Rose, and now her eggs were almost ready to hatch and were ready to be viewed by the candidates. Yellow had never seen this batch of eggs yet, although she heard that there were seven of them- quite a high number for a ruby- and so as soon as she heard the call for the touching she was up and getting dressed. A chance to see the eggs before their hatching excited her; she almost never missed a touching.

She hastily made her way to the hatching caverns where the ruby and her rider waited. Yellow did a quick bow and a polite greeting to the two, hoping that she would be allowed to view the eggs for a few moments. It didn't seem like they were turning anyone away, and Yellow didn't know why they would possibly turn her away out of all the other candidates, but she still worried. After making sure it was all right, she moved closer to the clutch and wondered where she should start. There were only seven eggs so she wanted to spend some time with them all.

The Whisper Egg seemed as good a place to start as any. It seemed to be off by itself, with only a smaller egg leaning up against it. At a first glance its pink shell seemed friendly and inviting so she didn't hesitate approaching it. Upon touching the shell's surface she was hit with a strange feeling, not unpleasant but not pleasant either. She could feel intense energy moving beneath the shell, and she guessed that whatever dragon hatched from this egg would be a handful, full of life and energy.

The smaller Mask Egg was laying next to the Whisper egg, so she went to this one next. It did not have as much obvious life and bounce to it as the Whisper egg did, but it was still a perfectly normal egg. She reached out to touch its lumpy, green shell, and immediately felt the exuberant life the egg emitted. It was happy and carefree, but somewhere underneath it was also jumpy and nervous. Nervous about what, she wondered? A dragon egg, surrounded by its siblings and mother and protected well in the warm sands, hardly had anything to worry about. Yellow was intrigued by this egg and sat near it for a while, but ultimately decided she had to move on to the other five.

She next noticed the larger group of four eggs nearby, but before going to them she decided to visit The Fury Egg, all by itself and seeming to not have much company. She felt a bit sorry for it at first, and sat down by the egg with the intention of giving it the attention it was lacking from its siblings. But there was something very unfriendly about this egg. It was just plain unhappy, and even angry, and as she ran her hands over the shell she felt a strange feeling seep up her arms and flow over her body. This egg.... whatever was making it unhappy was making her unhappy, and she quickly made the decision to move on. She did not like this egg; it was no wonder why it was separated from the rest of the clutch.

Next was The Flimsy Egg, the smallest out of the group of four and looking rather frail with its pale pink shell. She sat by the egg and reached out to touch it- wait, this egg wasn't fully hard yet! All the rest of the eggs so far had hardened enough to touch, so why not this one? She was curious, but she didn't stay with her hand on it for long. This egg did not like her either; it had a bit of a snobbish air, as if it was thinking it was superior to her and didn't want her around. Well fine then, she didn't want to be around such a self-absorbed egg anyway.

The loudness of The Competitor Egg called for her attention next, and Yellow moved on to the largest egg in the clutch. Its appearance was certainly less than eye-catching, but this egg had more charisma than the others, with a cocky air about it that was striving to be the best. Yellow didn't feel fondly about that sort of attitude, but at least this one wasn't disapproving of her like the Flimsy egg was. She didn't touch the shell, though; just sitting by the egg was enough to pick up on the vibe it gave off.

Green was Yellow's favorite color (ironic, considering her name) so she went to The Intelligence Egg next. The first thing she noticed was that it was more reserved and more modest than the Competitor egg. It had a sophisticated feel to it; this egg acknowledged its qualities but did not gloat about them. And it was friendly, too; she couldn't say the same about some of the other eggs in this clutch. Yellow liked this egg quite a lot, and she spend much time with this one before moving on to the last egg.

The brilliant blue shell of The Funk Egg could not be overlooked. Even before approaching it she could feel the lively energy radiating from the bright shell, and she could already tell she liked this egg. So full of life and so happy, how could she not like it? Smiling at the sight of the egg, Yellow was aware that the pure energy the egg gave off might be too much, and she wasn't sure if she could handle a dragon that hatched from this egg, but she still liked the egg itself.

All eggs visited, Yellow picked herself up and gave one last look over the clutch. Such an interesting, diverse clutch, for their being so few eggs, and she couldn't wait to see the dragons that hatched from each of them. Casting last, fond glances toward the Funk, Intelligence and Mask eggs, Yellow headed back to her room to wait to begin her chores for the day.

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[Sporelett]