RavenSong
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Post by RavenSong on Mar 31, 2011 21:22:41 GMT -5
Naraevhyn was in the room she shared with Valha, quietly getting dressed. It was early morning, and she was up earlier than normal. She doubted even Rukbat was up yet as she busied herself with cleaning up her belongings. She pondered what she was going to do for the day... she had kitchen chores scheduled after lunch, and a turn in the stables before dinner, but the rest of her schedule was empty. She considered going to the infirmary to offer herself for chores there, as she disliked having too much free time. She belted her tunic at her slim hips with these thoughts on her mind, then moved to check on the trio of eggs that Valha had set Hati on tending. They were nestled in a basket of sand in the warmest part of their room, bundled in blankets to where they were kept warm even if Hati forgot and followed Valha around. The flitter was staring intently at the eggs, not wrapped around them, so Nara inspected them closely.
They were moving, both of them! Nara let out a decidedly-loud squeal of excitement, which was entirely unlike her.
"Valha!" she shouted. "Valha, they are moving! Come look! What do we do when they hatch?" Nara stood quickly, looking over to Valha for guidance. Her roomie had experience with flitters, she didn't.
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In other rooms, the discovered flitter eggs were rocking rapidly. Some had noises coming from within, some didn't. Some had started rocking earlier than others. The important thing was that they were all ready to hatch in the pre-dawn hours.
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Post by matsi on Mar 31, 2011 21:34:30 GMT -5
H’to was awoken by Dia clawing his bare arms like mad. He tried to shoo her away, but then Amour took her place. The pink was softer about her taloning, but she was still causing pain to the blue rider’s arms. Finally, he sat up with a growl, sending both flits flying.
”WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” he barked. Lanith’s mind was fill with laughter as the two flits danced around the room, chattering. Then Dia landed by the egg on the hearth, and screamed a blood curdling scream.
H’to only stared at the green for a moment, then saw the egg shake. He just about flew out of his bed. A huge smile spread on his face as he danced to the egg and moved it to the bed where it was more soft for the new flitter.
”Dia, Amour, food, please?” He looked at the flits, sending them images of bowls of meat. Before he could blink, both the pink and green darted off between. He looked back at his large-ish flit egg and smiled more as he knelt down by the bed, with his head just on the furs. His blue eyes were bright as he looked at the shell shake, and heard the soft sounds of movement coming from inside the small package.
There was a trill as Dia and Amour flew into the room once more with a small bucket like bowl of raw meat in their talons.
Did they steal it? H’to asked Lanith. Lanith huffed.
I don’t know, Mine! I don’t baby sit them! The blue was tired still and didn’t want to be awake, but he saw no way that he was going to be able to sleep with the noise that Dia was creating.
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Post by Gray on Mar 31, 2011 21:49:25 GMT -5
From the moment she had been handed her little egg, Lyr was excited. Satin? Not quite as much. But with a bit of coaxing, the queen agreed to sit around the Egg when Lyr was near. A bowl had been fetched and filled with sand, and when not being protected and warmed by satin, the egg was covered in scraps of cloth and yarn. Every day, Kida would come up to check on momma's flitter egg, and the two would sit and watch it, making guesses about the little chap, or chapette who resided inside.
Lyr had some free time that morning, her chores were for later that afternoon. So she was sitting in her room and working on fixing a few shirts. The woman had taken it upon herself to fix shirts, pants, and other bits of clothing when ever any one asked. A small stack of shirts were folded at the foot of her bed, Lyr humming softly to herself as she made clean but strong stitches, closing up little holes. The woman enjoyed it. Sewing and weaving had become hobbies, things that calmed her after a late night's work before she went to bed.
Satin was curled in the bowl of sands, bright eyes watching lyr intently. She liked the music hers made. She liked the things hers made for her. Firelizard looked up to her small 'room', scraps of cloth had been sewn together to make a small bag-like object with a hole in the side, yarn collected in there by the flitter herself. A second had been prepared, but not yet hung up. The egg she was wrapped around started to move though. It started to rock. Pulling away, the copper squeaked loudly, catching Lyr's attention. Satin sat back and focused on the egg, and Lyr hurried over quickly, sitting down to watch the egg rock. Thinking quick, she ran downstairs to gather two bowls of meat. On her way back, she stopped to put one in Tasia's room. She was sure the eggs would hatch pretty closely, and despite the other girl's coldness, Lyr did not want her to miss out.
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In a room not so far off was Tasia, far less proactive than her fellow candidate. Red hair fanned around her, and clung to her rapidly paling skin. One arm was thrown across her forehead, and she was obviously deep in sleep, one leg hanging over the edge of her bed. She hadn't thought much about the egg since she got it. She had filled a pot with sand, and placed the large egg inside. She checked on it once a day, but nothing seemed to happen. In her sleep, she kept dreaming about it. She kept dreaming that it hatched into hundreds of flitters of ever color. A rainbow of flitters contained in one egg! She knew it wouldn't. But it was a dream, and they were allowed to be a bit crazy.
Little did she know that the egg rocked to and fro in the clay jar it sat in. Little did she know that today, she would meet her firelizard, whether she was ready for it or not. |
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Post by purnip on Mar 31, 2011 22:35:25 GMT -5
D'ix was not at the weyr when the egg he had obtained began to start rocking. He left it at the commons, at the hearth during the one of the most vital stages of its incubation. Wormtail was left to guard it and let him know when and if it was starting to show signs of hatching, so the Black noticed the irregular movements right away. The flitter gave a shriek of alarm, knowing that now of all times was certainly not the best. The Cyanrider was just outside, true, but not having his master around caused him a great deal of stress. The flitter sent a barrage of images his master's way, fluttering about in a frenzy. If anyone else was there, they might have thought the poor thing barking mad.
The images were faint by the time they reached D'ix, but they were clear enough. The egg on the hearth, the egg on the hearth. Something was amiss with the egg on the hearth. The Cyanrider was tending to tying up small bag of firestone and simply dropped it the instant it began to click. The egg he received from the weyrbrats was about to hatch. There was no time to make sure the supplies were returned to their proper place. The package was in the commons, and the creature inside would not discriminate some bystander from its true master. D'ix was not about to allow that to happen. "Ressouth, get down! Take me to our weyr right away!"
The Cyan huffed. With an attitude like tha--
"SHARD IT, WOMAN! THE EGG'S HATCHING!"
Ressouth turned her head away, weighing the option of taking her sweet time, but D'ix was not going to put up with her moody behavior. He was already attempting to climb the straps and vault on to her back while she was still standing, so to keep him from getting himself hurt she crouched down quickly so he could finish the job. "Go!" He practically shouted in her ear, but she didn't start complaining. If that flitter Impressed to someone else because of her, it would set their relationship back. Something she was not willing to risk. The Cyan took off and was at her ledge in no time, the distant but a hop, skip, and jump away for a flying dragon. D'ix practically tumbled off her back the moment she was over solid ground and picked himself off the floor to make a beeline for the commons.
There, Wormtail was still flying circles around the room, but he finally settled by the egg when he spotted his master. The boy joined him there, and he didn't even have to speak for his Black to know what it was he had to do next. Wormtail fluttered out of the room and betweened to the kitchens, where he stole some meat from one of the Candidates enjoying their dinner. The protests he heard only lasted the time it took for him to be airborne enough to between back to the commons. He brought a well-cooked slice of roasted meat, which only weighed him down a little. It wasn't enough to fully satisfy the young one if it were any larger than a Blue, but it was enough for Impression.
Wormtail landed on D'ix's shoulder and presented the meat to his master. The boy took it and held on to it in anticipation as he watched his lone egg wriggle in place. Any minute now, the flitter inside would be out to greet them. Any minute now he was to either receive some kind of asset, or another burden. He prayed for the former.
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Post by RhiaBlack on Mar 31, 2011 23:20:07 GMT -5
((OOC: Raven and I decided that upon entry, K'var had Argotath find out where S'rial was, and took Zy there to meet the candidatemaster, so that he could be set up with a room and chores, etc. - since we've only recently done his Search thread, and didn't want to miss this one XD. I figured he'd have a fresh room, so that pending another app's approval, that person could just move in with him.))
Zy exhaled slowly, standing just outside the entry of the Barracks with a drawn sense of silence. In his hand was the small, smooth, flattened stone he'd taken to occupying his idle hands with. As it rolled across his knuckles and the backs of his fingers, he contemplated the events of the day. It felt as if so much had happened in just these last few hours, it made his head spin. Being Searched, then the meeting with the Candidatemaster, then moving into his new bunk and handling what chores he'd be doing. He hadn't been picky - work was work, and he was glad that he'd still be benefiting someone and something. The Weyr was important, moreso with the Thread approaching. He prayed he'd be ready - he and his Dragon, if of course he ever Impressed.
The aspect made him draw a deep, concerned breath. He had to make the best of his time here. Learn, grow, succeed. Failure wasn't an option he was willing to harbor any thought whatsoever upon, and as he had tossed his meager belongings down upon the bottom bunk in an empty room, he'd re-gathered the mane of black locks once more behind his neck. Bottom, or top? Bottom, certainly, Zy. You get up so early, it will save your future roommate the headache, yes? Several of the unruly strands had come undone in the gleeful journey from the Hold to the Weyr, and even now, some of them refused to remain bound. Somewhat passionate about making him look less than dignified, he suspected. Just like his hair. Always plotting on him. He eyeballed several that fell across his cheeks, and over his shoulders with a small frown. With a slight shift of his expression, he straightened himself up, and dusted off his hands. He imagined it would look quite strange, to see a man contemplating his own hair like that. Besides, what was he doing just meandering around out here anyways? There was work to do! Things to see! Places to discover...and if he was ever intending on being anything of note around here, the best thing to do would be to get exploring. Learn where things were, hmm?
Pushing off his boot-laden heel, he turned curtly and headed at an easy, put purposeful stride into the depths of the Barracks. He'd explore the common area outside the rooms themselves, first, and work his way out from there. Or perhaps the kitchen first? He imagined they'd eventually put him in there. You didn't need cooking experience to chop carrots, afterall. At least...one wouldn't think you did...who knew. Maybe there was a special way they had to be cut? He shook his head. So much to learn!
Strolling through the corridors, he was careful to be as quiet as he could be. People were sleeping, after all - being up as early as he normally was, and as late as usual, had made him cautious concerning the sleeping habits of others. He'd mastered the art of handling light sleepers, or so he hoped. A glance down to his boots drew the smallest of frowns from him. He hoped the others here didn't make fun of how he dressed...though Jyderin was a mastertanner, it didn't mean they were well-off; and even if at any time they had been, the drudge wasn't that sort of person. He'd take a broken-in pair of boots over spiffy new expensive ones any time of the sevenday. The broken-in ones meant no blisters. Brushing a small bit of dirt off the toe of his right one, he blew a heavy breath from his nostrils, and stepped into the common area. The first thing that caught his attention was the fireplace.
He'd seen them before, but this one was quite possibly the biggest he'd ever laid eyes on - though he imagined the ones in the kitchen and dining hall were probably bigger. Strolling over towards it, he admired the craftsmanship, and looked around the remainder of the room. Ah, he imagined in the winter months, he'd be spending a lot of time here. Pending there wasn't always something to do, of course. He'd rather be working, at any rate.
The merrily crackling flames reflected on his features, the warmth reassuring him as he gazed silently into them, continuing to roll the stone over the backs of his fingers without slowing. A gradually growing sense of confidence was winning him over, and he knew eventually that he'd find his place here. Like the Hold, it would take time. Hopefully not too much, as the Thread was coming. He'd never seen it - he was too young, but he remembered the tales told in the Learning Ballads. The courageous members of the Weyrs who had defended Pern from it in prior Turns. Closing his eyes, he stood for a moment, simply existing in the expanse of the otherwise silent room. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but none of them were louder than the expectations he had of himself. He had to prove he could handle the honors that K'var and Blue Argotath had entrusted him to.
Tap. Taptap. Tap. Taptaptaptap...
The rolling of the stone across his knuckles stopped, mid-shift between his middle and index fingers. Blue eyes sliding open, his ear twitched to home in on the sound's location. He suddenly spotted something to the left of the fireplace itself, moving...beneath a blanket. Almost unrecognizable, the blanket itself concealing whatever it was within one of the crevices - had he not chanced to hear it, it would have been missed entirely, he suspected. As he finally moved to reach for it, the blanket shifted off of it - and he found himself staring at an egg. Smaller and different than he'd ever seen, mottled yellow and brown. But who...who would leave something like this here?
The egg rocked violently, which had been the source of the tapping noise that had alerted him to it's presence. Wait a second..rocking. Rocking? ROCKING? It's HATCHING, you dimglow! Quick, DO SOMETHING!
Reaching forwards, Zy quickly picked it up, shifting to sit on the hearth, close to the warmth of the fire. Inwardly, he was concerned. Who would leave something like this here? In such a place? There was no telling what damage could have been done to it - he knew things inside eggs were delicate. Drawing a ragged sigh, he removed his tunic, and wrapped it in the shape of a bowl in his lap. Leaning back against the side of the fireplace itself, he looked with curiosity towards the violently rocking item clasped in the reaches of his calloused hands.
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Post by princesal on Apr 1, 2011 4:09:22 GMT -5
Since Wes had gotten his little flit egg, he had been treating it like it was his own child. The only times he left his room was when he had to, thinking that anytime the egg was going to hatch. For once he hadn't been at all bothered (as of recent) that he didn't have anyone to spend time with. That hadn't mattered at all, because he had a flit egg to take care of. And take care of it he did. When he wasn't there, he made sure it was in the warmest place possible without getting scrambled flit. When he was there, he'd hold it and watch it. Just wanting to be near it, trying to imagine what was inside. It was a smaller egg in comparison to some of the eggs that were there, so he was thinking maybe a green or a pink. He'd love either of those, and he hoped that it would be a good little flit.
He had heard some interesting stories about flits. Flits that stole, flits that ate a lot, that they were loud, and crazy. He wouldn't care if his flit was the most vocal thing, or even if it ran off and decided that it had to play hide-and-seek, and he had to go around and check every room before he found the blasted thing. It would be his, his flit, and no one elses. It wouldn't just fly off and leave him alone. And that made him happy. Because soon it would hatch, and he'd feed it a little bit of meat, and that's how it would be. Even if he didn't impress a dragon, he would have a flit... and maybe one day he'd have a feline too.
Of course, waiting for an egg to hatch had made the days at the stable even longer. Having finally developed a method to the madness of mucking out the stalls, he usually came back to his room smelling of hay rather than of filth... of course that also meant that if he didn't smell bad, that he didn't take as many showers... which wasn't really appreciated, at least not in a normal crowd of people. But he had started to work smarter, not harder... and that had helped out a lot. He had gained muscle through his shoulders and definition on one arm... the other still just... was there. He didn't know why he was like that, but it didn't hurt, nor did it cause a real problem. Now with the colder weather too he had more excuses to wear long sleeves and hide the problem. Wes had also taken a pair of sheers to his hair, it had finally gotten to a length that even bothered him, and had had cut a lot of it off.
It had been a long day at the stables, and one of the runnerbeasts had been fidgety, and had startled him into a hay stack, so pieces of hay stuck up through his hair. Tousling it out, he stepped into his room, going over to his bed. Only halfway through the room, and he stopped in his tracks. Looking over at the flit egg, his light blue eyes went wide, it was moving. The egg was moving! It was moving!!!
It was hatching!
For a moment Weslin couldn't do anything, he just stared, and spun out of his room, running to the kitchen as fast as he could and getting a small container of raw meat, and ran back to his room, hoping it hadn't hatched yet. Skidding and tripping in, he knelt by the egg, face close to the little egg. Wes had some meat in hand, and was ready for the flit to hatch. It was hatching!!!
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Post by blue on Apr 1, 2011 8:56:26 GMT -5
H'cup had been hoping to sleep in, but noises woke him up. He blinked blearily around the room, illuminated by only a half-open glow and a bit of the pre-dawn light from outside. He didn't see anything that could be making those odd tapping noises. Then it hit him. His egg!
He leaped out of bad, hurrying over to where the egg was resting in its little container of sand. Sure enough, it was moving, rocking back and forth in time with the tapping. Food, he needed food for it. TUTHLETH!
What?![/color] The black had been having a very pleasant dream involving a pretty green and the biggest, juiciest herdbeasts he could imagine. He didn't want to wake up.
Go kill a wherry or something, the smallest one you can. Even a small wherry would be too big for an infant flitter, but Tuthleth could always eat the rest, and H'cup didn't have any other source of raw meat on hand. He had to improvise.
Grumbling quietly to himself, Tuthleth did as he was told, soon returning with a small young wherry hanging limply from his claws. H'cup dragged it back into his sleeping quarters were the egg was, while Tuthleth watched from the doorway as H'cup started chopping it up, the skills from his weyrling days resurfacing. He was going to have a hard time cleaning up once the flit was Impressed, but it would be worth it, he was sure of it.
By the time H'cup filled a bowl with enough meat to satisfy even the hungriest flitter, he was covered with blood and feathers, but he barely noticed. Any minute, the egg would hatch, and he would be ready for it.
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Post by Chek on Apr 1, 2011 11:32:33 GMT -5
Still buried under her sleeping furs, Valha shot straight up when Nara shouted, banging her head on the low spot in the ceiling. Bringing both hands up to cover her now-aching head, she promptly lost her balance and started to fall off the top bunk, catching herself at the last moment, but still banging her shins hard against Nara's bottom bunk.
Wincing, she limped over to the basket and pulled aside the covering of blankets, brushing aside the sand as well and digging out the eggs so, rather than being half-buried, they rested in shallow depressions atop the sand. Now unrestrained, the eggs started shaking with even more ferocity.
“We need meat! Meat scraps, anything we can feed them once they hatch,” Valha cast around, the excitement of the Hatching infectious, “I've got a bowl we can use, but...” Hati, bring meat! Valha followed up the command with a mental image of Hati popping to the scrap pile the kitchen drudges set aside specifically for the purpose, and bringing back as much meat as she could carry until the bowl was overflowing with enough to feed three hungry babies and Hati.
Hati chirped and popped away promptly, content to obey since she was getting rewarded as well, “Hati will bring us food for the babies. They'll hatch, come to you, and then you feed them until they can't eat another bite. They'll be hungry again every few candlemarks.” She dug her bowl out of her chest where it was buried under her clothing just in time for Hati to pop out of between with a big pile of still-steaming meat, deposit it in the bowl, and then pop away again.
Valha crouched down beside the basket, still dressed only in her light sleeping shift, as the bowl finally was filled up and Hati came back to stay. Valha tossed her a meat scrap where she perched on the edge of the egg basket, which she accepted happily, but most of Hati's focus was still on the eggs. They were Hatching! Her new pet was Hatching! Hati started crooning, much to her surprise as anyone else's, a sweet sound which Valha could hear faintly echoed from the hallway, presumably from the flitts of other Candidates.
The eggs rocked harder. They would be hatching very soon.
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Post by veritas on Apr 1, 2011 14:08:15 GMT -5
In another room, at another hearth, the egg rested in its pot with a covered tray of last night's meatrolls sitting beside it; on previous days, the rolls had served as Jerrith's breakfast come morning.
Now, the black flitter curled up in the basket near the hearth lifted his head. Something had made noise. What was this noisy thing? It wasn't His moving around, or the person who also lived with His.
Then he understood. It was their newest, best treasure - the egg! It was moving! And His had told him, and told him, and told him - keep watch of the egg, and let His know if it moved! He stretched out his wings and fluttered over to the top bunk. His was still asleep, and did not answer Magpie's urgent squawk.
He answered a nip to his ear, though.
Jerrith bolted upright with a curse, almost banging his head on the ceiling. "I'm awake, I'm awake," he gasped, looking down at Magpie. There was no trace of red in those whirling jewel-eyes, nor did Jerrith feel any alarm from him. No, instead he felt... excitement? And a flurry of images - of the rewards Jerrith had promised him for being a good flit and minding the egg, and were they going to have a new friend, and -
"The egg!" Jerrith swung out of his bunk, feet striking stone with a jarring impact that he didn't in the least care about. He hustled over to the hearth, opening the glow on the way for more light than the embers gave.
There it was, rocking in its pot. Jerrith bit his lip, a surge of excitement going through him.
He lifted the cover on the tray and set it aside, breaking one of the meatrolls into pieces even as he went to claim his shirt and trousers, leaving Magpie to keep close watch on the rocking egg. A meatroll wasn't ideal food for a fire-lizard, but it was enough meat to offer until he could take the hatchling and get something fresh and raw.
Maybe fish. Magpie certainly deserved some for the vigil he'd kept over the egg while Jerrith couldn't.
Such concerns went out of his head as, hurriedly dressed and with meatroll in hand, he took a seat by the hearth, eyes wide, fixed on that precious egg. Soon. Any minute now...
Magpie took up his usual perch on His's shoulder, crooning with his own Hatching-excitement. Even if he was much too young to have any of his own, he understood eggs, and hatching.
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Post by RavenSong on Apr 1, 2011 14:49:39 GMT -5
A mottled brown-and-yellow egg rocked violently beneath a blanket, the tiny creature concealed within making a desperate bid for freedom. All the wee beastie knew of its world was this egg. It had heard sounds outside its egg, and knew there was something else, and the intrepid little thing wanted to know precisely what it was! It had to know. So it kicked its tiny little feet at the egg's walls, rocking it violently. Suddenly, the whole world moved! The flitter stopped kicking, trying to reason out in its little baby brain precisely what was going on. Blinking, the tiny firelizard decided that whatever it was outside the egg had to be better than the inside of the egg, no matter what. Once Zykeidyn sat down and cradled the egg in his hands, the flitter noticed more warmth, and decided that it liked warm things. It went back to kicking and clawing at the inside of its egg. Finally, one tiny back claw broke through! The baby flitter paused, pondering this turn of events, then pulled the little appendage back inside the egg. The baby shifted around inside the egg, then started digging at the hole it made with both foreclaws. The hole widened, and cracks started appearing through the whole egg as the flitter within destabilized the entire shell. Suddenly, the flitter's head poked out of the hole it had made, revealing a bright pink flitter within. She blinked in astonishment at the sights surrounding her, then scrabbled at the inside of her shell some more. She broke it completely and stretched her little pink wings to their fullest reach. She was a bright pink all over, darkening to a few shades darker on her wing membranes and her tailtip. She looked up at Zykeidyn, tilting her head in curiosity, watching the large person with rough hands. She decided she liked large people with rough hands and chirped at him quizzically. She realized she was hungry... desperately hungry. She placed her tiny little foreclaws on his thumb and chirped up at him pleadingly, her whirling blue eyes beseeching him. She then held open her mouth in a demand for food. She projected her feelings of want and hunger to him as well, deciding that if he was going to feed her she may as well stay with him. She was pleased that he was outside her egg while she was trying to get out of it, and she wanted to know where food was. Surely he had some, yes?  |
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Post by Azhdarchid on Apr 1, 2011 16:00:28 GMT -5
The first of Valha and Naraevhyn's pooled eggs hatched alone. Intermittent cracks webbed around a point near the top of the mottled yellow egg, then pieces of the shell collapsed inward and a jagged gap materialized. At first it seemed like there was nothing inside, just the shadows of the shell walls. Then a bead of darkness crystallized in the hole: a firelizard's tiny pointed snout. If the Candidates squinted hard enough they could see his nostrils flexing wide with each breath. It took him a minute to start wriggling his snout around to widen the hole, and he disappeared inside a couple times to whack his head against the spot. All at once the wall of the egg unfolded, and the hatchling welled out of the opening like a glob of oil. He was very still, lying on his side in the sand, but the hearty puffs of his ribcage gave him away. He was a perfectly healthy flit, despite his inactivity. A smokey grey stripe ran along the midpoint of his side from eye to tail. The rest of him was hard to discern still, since he did not feel like untangling his legs and wings and tail from each other or from what was left of his egg. There was hatching goop everywhere around him, slimy strings still linking him to his shattered shell. A fierce crimson point opened on the side of his head, peering up from the basket. The first thing he saw was the overhanging head and neck of a much larger firelizard. She was ugly. Then further, but still crowding in on him, were two faces that did not belong to firelizards. He did not know what they were supposed to be, but they were even uglier. The flit studied the one with black hair first. Then he glanced at the other, and his tiny eye quickened its whirls of starving red. One of his wings suddenly snapped to attention, sticking straight out from his side and hanging there, motionless. The rapidly drying hatch-fluid oozed off semi-translucent flight membranes for a few seconds, then seemed to disappear. The offered wing had frosted fringes, splinters of grey flowing incompletely toward the base of the fingers that supported the sails. With the liquid of his birthing drying off the firelizard's body, the cloudiness running the length of his black hide became more apparent. He continued to lie there, his little flag raised, for some time. He kept looking from one face to the next: Hati, Naraevhyn, Valha. But he said nothing to any of them. It was not in his nature to complain. About anything. Ever. Not vocally. Another few seconds, however, and he stuck out his small, worming tongue while he was looking at Hati. A few flickers of laughing green briefly spotting his facets. Then his tongue slithered back into his mouth and he cast a steady orange eye on Valha. His nostrils flared in an impatient snort, pushing a few sand grains away from his nose. He worked his jaws open and closed against the air, waiting.  |
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Post by Reky on Apr 1, 2011 16:27:17 GMT -5
One of the weyrbrats had fallen and scraped far more skin off his knee and leg than Cleo had seen in a long time. She suspected he'd been running outside where it was still dark and hadn't seen where he was going. He sat wailing on the examination table while she did her best to dab the wound with a damp cloth, but he kept squirming. Her attempts to soothe him with her voice were slowly dwindling, prey to her frustration. At least this was the only thing she had to worry about. Finally, she got to spreading a thin layer of numbweed on the boy's leg, and then a distraction materialized.
Pond popped out of between, whistling excitedly. She landed on Cleo's shoulder and played with the healer's hair, so energetic that her whistling didn't even make any musical sense. The tone bounced around everywhere, and so did Pond's feet. The green was way too happy - there had to be a reason. Finally, Andry's lazy image message came to her from a room over. He showed her the firelizard egg she had been keeping warm. Suddenly, she understood Pond's hyperactivity, but she couldn't leave the boy.
She admitted that the bandaging job wasn't the best she had ever done. She was rushing it, but the boy probably appreciated it anyway. She could tell he wanted to go play again. As soon as she was finished, he hopped off the table, thanked her, and sped away, unhindered by his numbed leg. Cleo gave her hands a quick wipe and, with Pond still dancing on her shoulder, rushed into the next room with the hearth. She was worried she had taken too long... Maybe the egg had even hatched without her? She grabbed from the meat she carried for Andry and Pond. Her fat brown looked up at her, and then back at the egg. Was it still shaking?
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E'rin wasn't even awake yet. Jarith was, though, and as was customary, she waited wiggling for a great time to wake Hers up. Mitzi and Merps slept in their buckets, Rats slept at E'rin's feet, and Levi was sleeping high up on a shelf where nobody else could reach him. Jarith always found it exciting to be the only one awake. She could think about all the things she wanted to do today! And she also knew that, if she needed people to get up, she could wake them up however she wanted... It was so much fun! She loved to play. She loved E'rin! He was sleeping, though... Jarith carefully poked her sparkling muzzle at the boy's furs. He just rolled over and that was it. So much fun! Excitedly, Jarith sat back up, and looked around.
Something was moving...
E'RINLOVE! E'RINE'RINE'RINLOOOOOVE! WAKE UP WAKEUP! she squealed suddenly. Her whirling eyes were fixed on E'rin's firelizard egg. It was what was moving! Her E'rinLove was moving now, too. He'd sat up in bed too fast for his body and was clutching at his chest and head. His heart had leapt and he was really dizzy. Rats stood up on E'rin's legs and barked; E'rin winced. Levi was jolted awake by the bark and flared his wings, sneered at everyone, and then went back to sleep. He didn't need to wake up for them. They weren't important. Mitzi and Merps were the only ones who were still asleep, but E'rin suspected they were pretending.
Jarith! You scared me half to death! E'rin whimpered. I coulda died!
Jarith ignored him. LOVEMINE! Egg! EggLove! It's going to be a cutie! Cutieflitter! JUST LIKE LEVILOVE.
Egg. Going to be. Flitter. It took a moment for E'rin's sluggish mind to tune in, and then he exploded out of bed and found the meat he kept around for Levi to eat. He didn't even bother putting on proper clothes - he simply squatted right in front of the pot the egg was in, eyes wide, and waited. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Boo on Apr 1, 2011 16:51:47 GMT -5
The egg was rocking! That was all Corian norticed about the egg sitting all warm and bundled up in his room. He would finally have a firelizard of his very own! He bustled around and searched for some meat. Thankfully he had taken some earlier. He had taken some for the past few days thinking that the egg would be hatching soon. Sure, he worried that there would be some problems later with rotten, smelly meat but he figured that there was nothing to worry about if the little creature ate them all. He was just glad that he had been waiting in his room for when it hatched. He stood by watching it with mounting excitement as it rocked back and forth. He guessed he would be getting a green or a pink... Maybe a blue from the size of the egg and couldn't have been more excited about it. It was a mystery until the little creature had finally decided to pop his head out of the egg.
He stepped back to give it a little room still holding the meat. He wanted to call Ezekiel and see where his roommate was but was also too intently watching the egg, completely dumbfounded by the rocking. It had been sitting there still as anything for so long and yet here it was now. Rocking madly.
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Kire awoke to some noises. At first she thought there must have been something in the room before she noticed the eggs rocking madly. She jumped to her feet and ran over to them practically bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet as they rocked back and forth. Then the next worry crossed her mind... What should she be doing. There was something important that she needed to do. Something to keep them there. Meat! She needed meat! But where would she get that from in such a short amount of time.
"Camea!! They're hatching!" She called.
She wasn't entirely sure where her friend was but she really hoped the other girl got there in time. She poked her head out the door hands shaking a little with both excitement and worry. She was excited about the eggs hatching but worried about Camea. She then remembered that there had been some meat somewhere in the room. But what should she do until then. She looked about the room and found some raw meat. She didn't hold it yet for she wanted to wait for Camea but if the eggs hatched she knew that she would start feeding one. She needed to find Camea though. Where was Myth when you needed her. For all Kire knew though, the firelizard had already betweened or something. More importantly, Kire probably wouldn't have even noticed if the firelizard was in the room with her she was too focused on the eggs.
"Camea! The Eggs!"
She ran out of the room again and looked out the door. Similarly there was movement throughout the caverns as people realised their eggs were hatching.
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Meanwhile in Weslin's room.
The egg rocked a little more as though the little creature inside was attempting to kick the shards holding it captive. It rocked more violently and eventually fell onto its side. For a moment, there was no movement and then it almost started bouncing. It moved a little more before all the shards seemed to break simultaneously. The little green it contained was brightly coloured ranging from a lighter colour to a darker one her wings almost seeming to be too large for her body and the hatching goo began drying almost instantly. She lay there for a moment on her back looking thoroughly confused before she began kicking her feet in the air squeaking and then screeching loudly, as though protesting this madness. She was moving so fast and yet going nowhere.
Her tail flicked about and eventually she flicked it so she rolled over onto her side and then got to her feet. But what was this! This light green thing that was next to her on the ground. It was long was it not? Was it food? She decided to find out and pounced. But the thing moved. She pounced on it again but it moved again! She ran around and around in a circle for a moment before falling down again. She could get that food later. She had some things coming from her back. Wings were they not? Should she be able to do something with them. She flapped them a little but was, obviously, a little weary from her earlier exertions. That didn't stop her though. She flapped them a little harder and managed to jump a little into the air.
It was then she noticed something before her. What a strange looking thing. She bounded over to it and looked at it then began running around in circles. Was it food? Something to play with her? She bounced up and down when she realised that she did indeed smell something and this someone before her was going to give it to her. She sqwawked again happily and began singing a little, spinning around with more energy than any other firelizard had ever shown. She was so excited! Food straight away and a friend to play with for it was then that she noticed that this thing before her was something that moved. Like her! Had it hatched from an egg also? She would have to find out but first food!
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At the same time in Valha's and Naraevhyn's room.
One egg had already hatched. A black egg. One of the smaller eggs rocked a little, with some cracks forming and then stopped. It lay there still as a stone for a moment as though aware that people were watching it. If one looked closely, they would have been able to see eyes watching from a crack in the shell. As the shell became more frail though it seemed to start falling apart and a head popped out for a moment and then retreated back into the shell with a soft squeal. What were these things watching her? She poked her head out again and was momentarily shocked when the rest of the front of her shell fell apart.
But where then would she hide? She squeaked again and landed on both her feet the other half of the egg over her back. She looked more like a pillie with the egg stuck on her like that. The little green searched for somewhere to hide but couldn't find one. Then she spotted a black brother. Instead of sheltering near him she sqwawked in alarm and hid behind the egg beside her as her own shell fell from her back and her hatching goo began drying rather quickly. She watched the others with suspicious eyes, looking at the four of them. Two large things and two like her. She was suspicious of them but she spotted some hiding places before her. She would have to take that into account.
Both of the people before her looked to have food and good hiding places but she would wait for her brother to move before she ran for Hers. She knew which one she wanted to feed her. The one she wanted had odd hair. It looked nice though. Nice to hide herself in. She kept watching them but staring far more intently at Valha than any other eyes darting occasionally between the other three. |
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Post by blue on Apr 1, 2011 17:35:02 GMT -5
The egg in Corian's room stopped rocking suddenly, as if the firelizard inside was taking a break to gather his strength. The break didn't last very long, and soon the egg was shaking harder than ever, until it toppled over onto one side, and then froze again. The firelizard hadn't expected the sudden shift in his world! Everything had fallen over! Was it supposed to do that? When nothing seemed to come of the sudden shift, the firelizard resumed his struggles to escape. One of his hind legs managed to break free, revealing itself to be a pretty, pale blue. The firelizard wriggled it around a bit, testing this new freedom. He liked it. He wanted more. He resumed his struggles, this time managing to get his head out. He chirped. How strange! There was light, and up there, it was a GIANT! He had to see this giant from close up! He tried moving closer, forgetting that most of his body was still stuck in the egg. His one free leg kicked at the sand, but he didn't move anywhere. He crooned mournfully. He didn't want to waste time! There was too much to do! Too much to- His nose twitched as he caught a smell that he instinctively recognized as food. Food! He was hungry! He started struggling with his egg again, putting all of his infant strength into it. The egg practically exploded around him and he gave himself one good shake to get rid of any lingering bits of shell, then keened piteously at the giant. Where was his food?! Hatching was hungry work, and- What was that? He pounced from his pot of sand onto a dustbunny on the floor. Not food. Fun, but not food. He'd play with it some other time. He trotted back over to the giant, digging his claws into its legs as he demanded food. He couldn't waste any time! There were so many things to do! So many interesting things to jump on or hide under or smell! He had to eat so that he could go find them all!  |
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Post by Chek on Apr 1, 2011 21:49:07 GMT -5
Tap...tap...tap...taptap...tap...taptaptaptapCRACK.A tiny hole opened up in the very top of the egg under E'rin's gaze, and a tiny green snout was visible for a moment before it was replaced by little eye whirling an agitated orange. Seeing her audience, the little green ducked back down inside her egg to huddle against the bottom, rattled at the presence of some many suspicious characters outside her egg. What could they be out there for? She was torn between the desire to know, and fear of what they could want to do to her. Maybe if she just took a little off the top, gave herself a bigger view? Gently, sneakily, she started biting around the tiny hole in her egg, giving herself enough space to pop her head out and look around, but not enough for anyone to come in after her. Better safe than sorry! He head was only visible for a moment, a blur of dull olive green, before she ducked back down to think. There was BIG things out there! Big...welcoming things? She peeked again, and, sure enough, everything out there seemed to be happy to see her. Was it a trap? It was probably a trap. But...she was hungry, she now realized, and her nose told her there was food out there. Was it worth it? She climbed slowly out of her egg, the way she slunk over the side of the pot to huddle against its' side with quickly whirling eyes belaying her nervousness. She was a dull olive green, though her hide sparkled with the reflection of light against the still-drying egg fluid. She she shuffled a little, uncurling from the paltry shadows to sniff towards the bowl of meat she knew was present and brilliant lime green stripes were revealed, crossing her face, belly, legs, the backs of her wings, and the base of her tail. The tip of her tail was the same brilliant shade, noticeable when she flicked it this way and that as she considered those present. That tall pinkish thing; it didn't look like it was up to no good. It looked like it would feed her and keep her safe from the things she knew were out to get her. She looked up at E'rin with eyes that slowly bled to blue and opened her mouth. She was hungry!  496F00* * * There was nothing tentative about the way the first of Kire and Camea's eggs hatched. Half the shell exploded away in a single go, and a vibrant pink stumbled out, looking a little dazed. She hadn't expected the shell to be so hard! That had hurt! She looked around the room, glancing briefly at the big face hanging above her as she spread her wings to let them dry. She was a bright, shocking pink, though her belly and the bottom of her throat faded to a sweet, soft pink. Looking around herself, she noticed the mess she'd made of her egg. Oh no! There were shards everywhere, even on the other egg! This would never do! One by one, she picked up every single little shard of the egg, placing it carefully inside her abandoned egg. The largest piece she awkwardly set against the opening. There! Perfect! Everything in its place, as it should be. Dry now, and with her mess cleaned up, she looked up at Kire inquisitively, mouth gaping open a little. It was time for food, that was how things worked! Cleaning, then food! Perfect order. Now, where was her food, please?  E71764* * * Two of the eggs, already Hatching! And by the way the little black, the first one out of his egg, was looking at her... Valha reached forward, past Nara, and scooped the little black up in one hand. He hung limp on her palm, but she caught a little flicker of irritation at her audacity in just picking him right up before it quickly fled, replaced by a calm, chill hunger. So she shoved a little glob of meat in his mouth and turned back to watch the shy little green hide behind the last unhatched egg, shoving a piece of meat into his mouth every time he swallowed and stroking him gently when he was eating. Well, the big thing was ugly, but it was His ugly thing. And it didn't seem too bad...yet. “Nara,” she started, speaking quietly as the little green hatchling looked between the two humans and Hati, who was now leaning over the tiny flitt with keen interest, “She looks scared; maybe you should reach out to..” She was cut off by Hati's indignant screech. Hati hopped down onto the sand and curled one wing protectively, possessively, over the tiny green. This one was the proper color, and had the proper attitude, and she wanted it as her pet. Hers had promised! And that icky black would not be a good pet! She wanted this one! Please? Please please please? Valha sighed, petting little black...Fenis, yes, definitely Fenis, as she scooted forward and gave Nara an apologetic look as she tried to tug Hati away from the little green.
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Post by Lan on Apr 1, 2011 22:49:46 GMT -5
'Camea! The Eggs!' It was a call that was not exactly foreign to Camea's ears during the past several sevendays. Kire was excited about the eggs, and really the younger girl couldn't see why not. Flitter eggs were good fun, and she'd probably be rather excited herself if she didn't already have Myth. Truthfully, she was still excited, but it wasn't like she would let on. She played it cool and collected, pretending to be the solid and same Camea that she ever had been. However, there was something different about her roommate's cries this morning. Something rather... odd. There was a sense of urgency there; a sense of urgency different than her usual exclamations. The eggs? The eggs were hatching! Her mellow gait back to her room changed to a run.
She got into the room just in time to see a pink flop out from her egg. Adorable and cute, but she seemed to be looking to Kire. Without thinking Camea rummaged through her luggage to find some dried meat she'd snatched from the kitchens shortly after getting the eggs and shoved it into Kire's hands. "Well, feed her!" It was half a command and half an encouragement, but she smiled to soften any bitterness it might have held. Meanwhile, she looked toward the other egg with an expectant intensity. Silently, she hoped for something with a bit more flair than a simple pink or green. Not that she didn't like Myth, but... well, she had a status to forge. The green flit cooed at the remaining egg, encouraging it to hatch. The pink was cool, but something in her tiny mind told her that this other egg contained what was meant to be her sister! And she was excited! |
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Post by RhiaBlack on Apr 1, 2011 23:42:22 GMT -5
Zeke's gaze settled on the tiny little hatching creation he held within his hands, curious as to what it was - until it finally broke free of it's shell. A Flitter? What in the name of Faranth was he supposed to do with a Flitter? Carefully he helped her free herself, using his more inclined right hand to push the pieces of shell away from her, and remove the parts that clung to her tiny frame. The chirp made him smile, and he laughed quietly just before removing the top of the egg from her head. He sat for a moment, simply staring at this new little Pink...until she bombarded him with emotions that he found somewhat overwhelming. Food. Food, she...she?.. was hungry.
"Hey, now...easy there. I'm still sort of new to this too, ya know. Hang on, let's go find you something to eat, hmm? I don't have anything on me right now that would work, but I bet we can find something that does." He tried to return the sense of patience to her, patience but motivation that he was trying.
Hoisting himself upwards, he settled the little pink into the depths of his wrapped tunic, making sure she'd be warm as he looked around slightly. Kitchen. There had to be a kitchen here somewhere, and surely they kept something there for times like this? He held her closer to him, to keep her reassured that he wasn't planning on dropping her anytime soon, naturally keeping quite calm.
Levelheadedness was his specialty - something he did extremely well, given how grounded he was; but deep within the reaches of his mind, he was excited. A flitter! But the real question was, had she been left there for someone else? He wasn't sure, but judging by the looks of it, she'd been abandoned. He couldn't comprehend why someone would do anything like that, leaving something so helpless there to fend for itself; but drawing a slow sigh as he finally found the Kitchen, he managed to get his bearings and found a pile of scraps. Meat. That's probably what she ate. Plucking several of the pieces from the pile, he leaned against the counter and held her close to him. He had to admit, though he wasn't keen on Pink, she was kind of cute.
"Now, don't you bite me, little claws. I got enough scars, eh?"
He didn't dangle the meat from above her, as he had seen most birds feed their babies. No, this little bird was his baby, and the first thing she would learn is manners. He held it far enough away before her, that she would have to reach with both forepaws and take it from him. He was wary, however. Those talons were sharp, even if she was so small.
"Be easy. I know you're hungry, and there's plenty to feed you. I promise I won't let you starve. But you have to be nice."
Several strands of his braided and twisted locks fell across his features, but he didn't seem to notice. His sharp blue eyes were focused on this new little thing, this new soul that he felt so endeared to. He'd always taken up the mantle of taking care of his Hold, and his people...but this was different. This little pink flitter, she was his.
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Post by Boo on Apr 2, 2011 2:31:11 GMT -5
Corian watched in anticipation as the egg continued to move and then suddenly stopped. He cocked his head to one side and was so close to poking it shuddered and shook more than ever and eventually fell onto its side. He had to stifle a laugh, concerned that he might shock it into betweening if he wasn't careful. A hind leg suddenly poked through the egg. A white? He looked at it a little closer and noticed that it was not a white but a pale blue and it was simply beautiful. Then he poked his head out of the egg and Corian couldn't help but smile at the little creature. It was so awesome! And it was a blue! He wasn't entirely sure what he would have called some of the other colours. He thought for a moment for a name but then realised that the little lizard was crooning at him. He was about to poke it when it suddenly burst through the egg and keened at him again looking at the food in his hand. He smiled a little and was about to hand it the meat when it pounced on something on the floor.
"Ooh! I tried to make a huge pile of dust once." He stated thoughtfully, "Oh, and look we could go out and search for more of them."
Suddenly the blue turned on him and grabbed his leg looking at the meat in his hand again. He whimpered a little as the claws dug in but didn't mind too much far too elated that he now had a flitt of his own.
"You know, I think I might call you Cirrus." He said after a moment.
Cirrus began climbing His giant's leg keening a little and holding his mouth open with expectancy. He wanted food and he wanted it now! Didn't this huge thing know that he was hungry? Surely it understood.
Corian held out the meat for the little lizard and took a seat on the ground. Cirrus gulped down the food after playing with it for the briefest of moments. He then stopped suddenly and stared over at something, leaping off His' leg. What was that tall thing over there. But wait, there was more food surely. He turned around again and then stared at the Big thing again taking meat from His. Now that he had eaten a little he suddenly darted away again, to run around His. Cirrus looked about and hid behind the bed leg and Corian was more than happy. This Lizard was already shaping up to be heaps of fun!
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Kire almost jumped up and down when Camea entered the room. All she could do however was stand there and watch as the first egg suddenly burst apart with such force that shards were sent everywhere. Kire looked at them with a little surprise. She had thought there would be a little shaking or something and a slow crack throughout the shell before it would slowly poke itself out. Apparently the little pink thought so too for she immediately set about cleaning up the mess and placing the egg almost back together. She seemed really adorable. She had just about finished with cleaning the mess and then stopped once she had placed the last part on the egg almost as though it had been a cave of some kind.
Suddenly, the flitt turned and looked at Kire expectantly mouth open. Camea said something and shoved some meat into her hand. Kire stepped forward and began feeding the little Flitt. She held the food out and the pink took it lightly, holding it in her mouth and eating it in a meticulous order, taking light bites as though attempting to make no mess at all. By now she'd had time to look around her home. There was a little mess and that would not do but for the moment she would have to eat. It was time for food and then she would clean. She finished the meat and opened her mouth. Just one more before she would set about cleaning. Everything had to be spotless.
Kire held out another piece of meat and the Pink took it, eating it in the same careful way she had before.
"I think I'm going to call her Vesta..." She announced after a moment smiling lovingly down at the little creature.
Vesta seemed to nod her head a little. Yes, that seemed in order. Fine. Perfect. She continued to eat and then looked over at the other egg beside her. She would have to make certain that her sibling kept the place clean. She looked at Hers. There was some hair out of place. She would have to fix that when she could... For the moment she would eat. |
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Post by glee on Apr 2, 2011 5:20:40 GMT -5
It had been hard for Jaghatai to think of anything but his fire lizard egg the last days. He'd been so lucky to get one, he could hardly believe it - which was why he checked on it every free minute he could muster; leaving it in his room when he was away and putting it in front of the hearth in the common room when he had time. He had filled a little bowl he had snatched from the kitchen with sands from the hatching ground so it would still be kept warm while not at the fire.
Even though he had never held a fire lizard egg he had noticed the shell hardening with every day, which was a sign that it couldn't be long for all he knew.
He was busy cleaning Shailen's and his room, sweeping the floor, when he noticed movement in the corner of his eye, coming from the sands covering the egg. Dropping the broom instantly he rushed to the bowl and brushed the sands away, revealed the rocking shell. For a moment he just knelt by it, staring, before he realised he had to do something, get food, before the flitter hatched and decided it'd not stay with someone who wasn't prepared to feed it.
Grabbing the bowl he jumped to his feet and rushed to the kitchen, nearly tripping once or twice and barely avoiding bumping into others. He was done out of breath when he finally reached the door.
"What's wrong with you, boy? Up to something?", one of the kitchen maids asked with a chuckle. He held the bowl in front of him.
"Need... meat.. flit!", he barely managed between his heavy panting and looked at her with what he thought must be helpless, innocent eyes. It worked, though he suspected it the flitters work and not his own. She turned around, searching for leftovers from breakfast and handed him a nice bowl filled with strips of meat. "Thanks so much...", he mumbled eyes still on the egg and turned around to return to his room. This time much more carefully, since he had two bowls to carry.
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Post by darcy on Apr 2, 2011 10:44:48 GMT -5
Darcy had not been enjoying her week in the weyr at all, it had been chore after chore after chore, and for some reason the candidate master had delighted at giving her girls chores! First there had been cleaning the candidate barracks and then there had been kitchen duty! It was hardly the kind of thing that put Darcy in a good mood, so she had moped within her room during the evenings her arms crossed and her eyes glaring into mid space. It had been the morning after one of such days when the egg in the small jar had started to rock, the sounds of claws on the inside of the shell drawing the attention of the ill agreeable candidate. To tell the truth this was one of the few times she had noticed the egg, other then the times when she had taken the time to check the sand within the jar for warmth and turn the cooler areas toward the fire. Some candidates might have said that she was bad for not paying much attention to the egg, but the egg was just well an egg and it hardly needed her staring at it everyday like some dim glow.
The sound of cracking shell was what eventually woke Darcy from her slumber, short hair tussled from her sleep and eyes half open as she sleepily stared into the dim pre-dawn light. The pale light was all she needed to make out the rocking jar near the fireplace, the sounds might have been obvious enough to indicate that the egg was hatching but the sight of it rocking was what her sleepy mind needed to get moving. Cursing softly the teenager jumped out of her bed with her sheets still wrapped around her. She would never know how she managed to not trip over in that moment, as with a few turns and hops she untangled herself from her bed linens.
Leaving the items where they fell on the floor the candidate flew toward the only food items she had in her room at that moment, a small pile of herd beast strips that she had left on her table the day before. She had been anticipating that the egg would be hatching sometime during the week and had started sneaking food into her room. The current selection of meat was the third this week and it was finally going to be eaten by the occupant inside the egg, and it was this realization that sent a wave of nerves though her as she picked up the bowl of food and turned to walk toward the fireplace. Darcy had never felt like this before! She felt awkward and was shaking with anticipation as she wondered what would hatch from the egg. Multitudes of options ran through her mind, some getting tossed away as she took the egg's average size into consideration and in the end it didn't matter. Darcy could guess all she wanted but in the end the color of the firelizard within would only be revealed when the egg split open to reveal it's occupant.
Lowering to her knees Darcy watched as she egg cracked a little more, her head tilting as she tried to peer into the darkness of the shell in anticipation.
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Post by purnip on Apr 2, 2011 12:33:45 GMT -5
The creature sensed that the time to leave its shell was at hand. It didn't need to know what was going on outside to come to such a conclusion. It had no doubt in its intuition.
The egg in Jaghatai's went still when the sand was swept away from its surface, as if it shivered at the touch of something living. Then it continued to rock as its inhabitant prepared to make its exit. It gave the boy plenty of time to fetch food, because the creature did want to make an entrance. In this case, it could afford to be patient. It had no idea what it would face on the outside. Others like itself? It couldn't be sure. Not until it hatched. But it wasn't prepared to let the outside world get the better of it. It was preparing to approach it at its own pace to regard it with fearless determination.
Cracks began to form on the large, wam-colored shell by the time Jaghatai returned to the room. They started from the side, but they made their way towards the top until the pieces began to fall away. The first to emerge was a wing, which brushed many of these shells away like parting a veil. Then the rest of the creature emerged with one careful step after another. Wobbly, but with care not to fall over and look foolish.
It was very dark for a Bronze, whose hide reflected a lighter color only with certain slants of light. His head seemed to bear most of this lighter gleam, as well as his underside and the spaces between the spokes of his wings. His eyes were small and narrow, but they gleamed like a cat's from the moment he opened them. His physique seemed to carry that catlike grace about him too--slender and lithe without that foolhardy leap into motion. Once he was out of his shells, he glanced back at them and shattered the rest of it with a precise swipe of his tail. The recoil caused him to stumble, but he collected himself in a dignified fashion. It was worth the satisfaction of watching his old prison crumble. He would never allow such a restraint upon himself again.
He then began to stretch his limbs individually, getting a feel for this fantastic new body he was in. He always imagined he would be larger, but with a disinterested glance at the human that practically hovered over him, he realized he could still receive the proper acknowledgment nonetheless. He liked that. He didn't let it get to his head just yet, but he knew with time he could gain control of things if he could keep such a giant engaged by his mere existence alone. Once all his limbs were stretched, and he was more confident about his control over them, he strode towards the edge of the bowl and sat there, eying the human. Peering into Jaghatai's soul.
The meat didn't interest him, but he was hungry. Eating it would have to be a necessary evil, he supposed. Not that he had anything wrong with evil. He didn't chirp or in that case, make any sound to announce what it was that he wanted. He wanted the human to figure it out; to obey his demands without a word to be spoken. It should be easy, if this giant was worthy of his grace. He knew he didn't need Jaghatai to survive. He knew he could just as easily disappear and go wild, but there was no glory in that. This flitter was a very pride-driven monster, whose intelligence was a most dangerous weapon. If he had this human bowing to his every whim, he had a follower. His very first of many soon to come. Imagine such a large creature working for a small one like himself? With his smarts they could become anything. Attain anything. They could rule the weyr.
But love? He could never love anyone but himself. Lust, on the other hand, was not beyond him. But he would not flirt. That was well below him. No. If he wanted he would take. Such would always be the case. And his Impression to this human was but a mere contract to him.
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Post by princesal on Apr 2, 2011 21:04:51 GMT -5
Weslin watched as the flitter egg rocked back and forth, and his blue eyes went wide as it seemed to suddenly start bouncing. Were the eggs suppose to do that? He wanted to get close, but didn't want to end up breaking it out to early or something like that. And then... and then it was as if the egg exploded, and Wes had to cover his eyes so that no egg shards blinded him. He'd be finding those pieces forever! Or at least for as long as he was in this room. Uncovering his face, he saw... he saw what he could only describe as the cutest flitter he had ever seen in his entire life! He actually felt the need to coo over here. Look at her all cute on her back! Reaching forward, or about to, that's when the chaos started. The squeaking and screeching, made him raise his hands to cover his ears, not expecting her to be so loud. She was running upside down! Was she a backwards flit? But no, she righted herself pretty quickly, and then proceeded to run around, trying to get her own tail. Weslin could only watch in surprise and shock, she was just... she had... The flitter had JUST hatched from her egg, and already she was this hyper, that this much energy!? What happened when she had a little bit of a rest? And then she was actually flying!! Well, not for long, she was just jumping pretty high into the air... and spinning again. He didn't know whether to try and hide, or stand his ground when he was finally spotted, and she headed over... and then... ran in more circles! How was she able to do this?! Thrusting his hand with the food out, he had to count his fingers to make sure that she hadn't taken one off. Hearing a happy trill, he looked back at the green, and she was running in so many circles that she was doing somersaults. Blinking at her, he held out a couple more pieces of raw meat. "You are... you... you're... so excited!" The way she perked up, swallowing the meat down in one gulp, when she heard his voice, it was as if they had been best friends his entire life. Trying to reach down and pick her up, she nimbly dodged him, and happily tried to nip at fingers, because this was a game! Yay a fun game. Actually laughing, kindly, at her, he tried again, and she simply just flipped around. Already his mind was going through whirlwinds trying to name her, and the one thing really stood out, how much personality was jammed into this little tiny flitter. "Nality, you're entirely a Nality!" And As if she already knew her name, she trilled so loudly it nearly shook his room... and then she was... where was she running. "Nality?! Personality!" She was running out of his room, she wanted to play tag!?! Worried, Weslin ran after her, not wanting her to get hurt. ---- ---- ---- ---- In Darcy's room... What is this? What is this keeping me trapped inside? Perhaps if I should push here. Perhaps if I should claw there? Ah ha! Success! There is an outside world! I shall make it! For a moment the sound of scratching and tapping stopped completely, instead there was a sound of shuffling inside the egg. It barely even rocked. A few taps of what was probably little claws checking around the inside, and then there was a flurry of movement. I have conquered this little home! In the name of I! As if all at once, the egg was gone, later when the shell was found, it was almost two halves, very little extra shards that had broken off with it. The little green flitter standing there looked very proud of herself, wings folded to her side, as if the idea of breaking out of an egg was childs play and she was looking for something more challenging to do. She seemed to be slightly smaller than average for a green, but where she lacked in size she made up for in color and composure. Because she was green... not just a little green, but a dark green. Each leg ended in a light green, into even a lighter green almost white. The same with her under belly, and her snout. A tuxedo flitter! Looking around the room, the firelizard was taking everything in, as if it could already understand the methods of the world. Then she caught a wift of something, something called to the primal instinct of her being. Something that she instinctively knew. Something was to be hers even if she had to climb the highest mountain. Swim the deepest lakes, and break out of millions of eggs! Gone was the composure of a quizzical intrigued flit, her wings stretched out as big as possible as if to gain more attention, and instead there was a chirping trilling give me food now because I am hungry and I know you have fun and I just did all that work to break out of the shell where is my food! Give me give me now!!!!! The loud squawking for food seemed enough to rival a dragon, and it wasn't going to stop until she got some.  |
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Post by veritas on Apr 4, 2011 12:13:01 GMT -5
In another weyr, home to R'cat and Syrryth, another egg stirred. This wasn't a heavy rocking, just a gentle tapping to and fro. Even when it grew more forceful, enough to make the egg lurch, there was a definite sense that the life within that pale, creamy shell was poking the egg here and there. Searching for just the right place to push. Cracks started to spider across the surface, their web growing until they covered much of the shell. Then, finally, the top half of the egg broke apart, shards tumbling all around it where it lay. The creature within was tiny, smallish even for a pink - for so she was; most of her was so pale as to look almost like a blushing white, but her hatching-damp wings, as they lifted and spread to dry - those were another matter, their membranes a vivid pink indeed. But even as her wings quivered, shaking off egg-fluid, she peered around herself and let out a dismayed cry. All those pieces of eggshell - it was such a horrible mess! She was hungry, so very hungry, but she just couldn't leave everything like that! She fussed about with the pieces, arranging them according to some plan that only she knew; some pieces piled on top of others, others with space between them. She had her notion of where things should be, and that was that. Before she could finish more than about half of the scattered fragments, her hunger started to overwhelm her. She gazed around, eyes whirling, yellow with traces of urgent orange-red. Was there food here? She needed food! She needed to eat, so she could put things where they belonged! The little pink let out a piteous cry, peering this way and that.  ((Image courtesy of RavenSong. Base color: FFDDDD; wing membranes are BE0179.)) |
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Post by Admin on Apr 4, 2011 12:38:26 GMT -5
I had no choice but to hear you,
You stated your case time and again,
I thought about it,
You treat me like I'm a princess.
H'cup's egg continued its rhythmic tapping. Its rocking and swaying never carried it near the edge of its shallow container. It remained safely in the middle and kept up the tapping. Tap and tap, then ever so slightly softer, tap and tap again. Then it repeated, over and over again, until a small crack appeared and slowly widen, revealing a narrow view into the dark depths of the cramp space within the egg. A few cracks, thin as a spinner's web, formed off of the original break. Then, quite expectantly, two feet kicked their way through the shell. The yellowish limbs just hung there for a moment before they started to wiggle from side to side, toes opening and closing. From within the confines of the compromised egg, a pitiful and depressed creeling could be heard, muffled and soft. A moment later, the feet stopped their flailing and were quickly withdrawn into the egg.
The flitter within the egg wiggled around a bit once all of its limbs were back inside, trying to find a more comfortable position and creeling in its quiet voice. The pressure of its back against what was the top of the egg at that moment, however, caused the shell to splinter along the crack in its surface and it shattered. Still creeling away, the young orange previously comfortably hidden within the egg found itself outside and as upset as she had been before. While her feet were rather yellowish, most of her was a pale shade of orange. It faded in and out from that shade to whitish yellow down her legs and up her wings, but the dominant shade of her remained that orange. Unlike most of her kind, she didn't seem very aware of this fact. She was too upset to care what color she was. The egg had been warm and dark! She had liked it! She had only been tapping because she had felt the need to move her feet a bit!
Her feet! Oblivious to everything around her, the orange, large for a flitter but not particularly for her color, neither being very obvious right then, looked down at her foot. Oh, good, they were there! She stopped her creeling and flopped down on her belly. She nosed at one of her front feet for a minute, glanced at the other, and then began to gnaw happily on the first. She licked it, getting rid of all the goo, and then chewed on the toes, getting her tiny baby teeth between them. The moments passed, but she showed no sign of stopping any time soon. She did, at some point, notice H'cup. She looked at him warily, blue-green eyes becoming touched with yellow. She hunched over her foot, wondering if he was going to try to stop her or take it away from her. It was her foot! They were all her feet! She possessively drew them against her chest and stomach as she stared at him.
((NOTE: if your egg hasn't been hatched, you can still RP post-hatching. You can simply refer to 'flitter'. As much as I love pets being RPed, they shouldn't go everywhere, especially for the candidates.
NOTE: if your recipient hasn't post, it is advisable that you simply proceed as if they have, so I can figure out who actually needs to post here.))
You've already won me over in spite of me,
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet,
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are,
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Post by glee on Apr 5, 2011 0:23:27 GMT -5
His heart made a leap as the first cracks appeared in the shell, hastily he put down the bowl and sat in front of it, grateful that he had managed to get back to his room in time. He didn't want anyone to interfer with this moment.
Breath held he watched the shell break and finally a little creature emerged. A bronze lizard! "Awesome...", Jaghatai whispered as he watched him shatter the rest of the egg and stretch himself with such calm confidence, that he started to think that what he had heard about flitters must be wrong. Where was the noise, the insatiable hunger? Maybe this one was broken?
For a while they just stared at each other, Jaghatai in amazement, the Bronze in contemplation, until it finally hit him what he might expect of him. "Ahh, sorry! I completely forgot, you should've said something!"
He grabbed a piece of meat and offered it to the lizard who sniffed carefully and then gracefully accepted it. He turned out to be quite picky about which pieces to eat and which not, disregarding some completely.
His contempt at Jaghatai's poor attempts to convince him to take them anyway, waving them in front of his face, was so apparent that even the dense giant seemed to notice quickly and finally stopped, only offering the juiciest pieces to him from then on. He ate without haste until the gnawing hunger subsided and left him with faint sleepiness.
A good start, but he had to make sure the giant wouldn't react to the feelings he received through their connection only; he wasn't too prone to showing any. For now his stomach was full though and he'd need his sleep, he wouldn't risk slowing his growth by stressing his body to much. He had more than enough time to teach the boy how to serve him properly.
The Bronze spread his delicate wings and leaped into the air for the first time since he had broken free from his prison, relishing the look of pure awe on the humans face before he flew to the sleeping furs without ado and settled comfortably in the middle of them. They smelled so much like the human that it was easy to guess that this was usually his place - not that it mattered to him.
Jaghatai was a little dumbfounded by his flitter's behaviour. No crooning, no thanks? It didn't even surprise him that when he extended his hand to stroke the little creature curled up on his bed, the eyes he opened swirled in dangerous colours. Sighing he retracted his hand again. "Whatever, Boss. You sleep well."
He must've done something wrong on Impressing. Taking too long to feed him or something, he did feel a connection, but that might've been his imagination for all he knew. His new Boss didn't act anything like he cared about him. This hadn't gone like he had anticipated it. At all.
Still, when he looked at his new companion he couldn't help but feel affection. He had stayed and had accepted food from him, maybe they needed to get used to each other, but he was his. His own mini dragon!
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