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| Candidate | *Adult* | Statistics | Sparkul Weyr | A darker-skinned older woman of about 25 turns was pulled from the crowd of adults watching the teens who were being Searched. To everyone's amazement of course, the blue picked her and almost the rest of her younger siblings. That answered the question about her grandparents for sure, they must have been riders, to have such strong blood running in the grandchildren's blood.As for the woman picked, she merely watched cooly as her many younger brothers and sisters were picked from the mulling crowd  along with a few other choice picks. 12 siblings were Searched in all, herself not included and proved to be a great haul for the three greens, four blues and two browns present. The Searchriders themselves had doubts about this many form one family, but it was clear that the dragons didn't.The Searched were told to gather their things and be ready to leave after dinner. Guticca had to ask after the majority of the other candidates were gone, she walked up boldly to the main Searchrider and asked, "Might you make special provisions for my mother to definately be present at the Hatching? I mean, afterall, she and I have reared all of my younger siblings together and I might be on the Sands myself, but what about her? I mean, she'll want to see what we accomplish." The rider nodded duly. "You realize you still have to be checked by the mother of the clutch yet, Smooth, right? She might dissapprove of some of you. Although, she hasn't done so yet. I guess our lifemates are true to the touch..." The rider replies smiling and offers his arm to escort the medium-height woman with long, long, long klah brown hair into the Great Hall for dinner. Abit surprised, she takes him up on the offer, she straightens her long, plain brown jumper and put her arm through his confidently and they go to dinner. At dinner, the pair are given priority seating, due to his status. He, being taller then she, and being of the same stocky build was the ultimate gentle man to Guticca. As the platter of steaming meat was passed around, the man, who Guticca found out was called E'rem, took a heaping portion and offer the plate to her. She promptly passed the plate to her neighbor and looked for the platter of vegetables. "No quality meat for you?" He asked quizzically in his rough voice. She straightened and smiled, "No, meat isn't to my liking." She answered calmly, accustomed to the odd look she was recieving from the young man. She merely disregarded this and waited for the platter of vegetables to be passed her way. From that night on, Guttica still ate no meat and her lifemate, a beautiful green, respected her rider's wishes and tried to stay as far away from meat as possible, preferring to hunt and kill while her rider looked the other way. Seyeth was a gentle green, and respected others and kept her silence as much as her quiet rider did. The pair fought Thread well and have since not been scarred. That moments in time is the only time when the two speak more than often. Guttica is still good friends with the bluerider, very good friends. One of the reasons she uses a flamethrower is in hopes of Seyeth rising and the blue catching her.  One night when the moon was full, Seyeth grumbled sleepily to her rider, for it was almost midnight and Guttica replied groggily from her sleep. I feel different. Seyeth told her and the young woman of medium-height rose and went out to the ledge where her dark green was pacing. Only, the green's hide seemed to be a lighter shade and the green seemed to light up the night. I want to fly in those clouds. I want blues to follow me. I want him to follow me. Seyeth declared and she lept off the ledge. "Wait Say! I need to get my gear if you want to go up!" Guticca shouted to her circling green. You will not need your gear. Your place is on the ground. The meaning of the sentence hit her, and the woman stumbled back, losing her cool. "You mean you fly? You rise for eggs?" She said slowly, realization dawning. The green seemed to nod in midair. I rise. She declared once again. Guticca panicked and remembered her training. She was supposed to be watching for the signals for the first flight. When had she been? She was supposed to sign Seyeth up so the other females would have notice! What a catastophe! As she reached the 'Bowl in her nightwear, she noticed a group of males riders and their pacing dragons watching Seyeth blood her beast from the pen. Momentarily relieved, she wondered how Seyeth could control her actions to just blooding without a fight. Without merely a seconds moment, the glowing green lept into the air and Guticca felt herself pulled upwards with her green. What about eggs Say? She asked her green. The green replied hastily, the thought of her superiority surfacing and taking hold, There will be no eggs. That is not what I want. The green flew upwards in the midnight air and the waiting dragons followed her anxiously...
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