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Post by Admin on Feb 26, 2011 1:52:15 GMT -5
I've hardly been outside my room in days,
Cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,
And it was then I realized the conscience never fades.
The pain of the assassinations had faded for the most part. At the very least, Sonia's foot was feeling much better. She lay on her side amongst the furs on her bed, relieved of anything to do, a watchful Aimeth guarding their weyr and forcing her rider to rest. The young greenrider counted Eulo's eggs over and over again, smiling to herself. She would curse the wind if she Impressed any more of the things, but the hardened bundles weren't so bad. Two had been given away to girls in her class, passing them off in pots once they were ready, so she was down to fourteen and a golden Queen egg. What to do with them? What to do with them? Two, three, four, all the way up to fourteen and then the fifteenth, the golden egg, was counted with added care. She would touch all the other eggs, fingers gentle and loving, but she did her best to avoid that one.
Flitters ranged over her body, all seven in attendance. Eulo sat opposite of her, dozing beside her clutch. Esti sat on her head, Zola her shoulder, Ife on her chest, Ruy her hip, and Jary and Olya shared her leg. It was just past dawn outside, but to them, time didn't matter. They were simply enjoying a bit of family time after everything they'd been through. No more assassins, not for her, and no more time in the infirmary. Simply curling up in her weyr and hiding away had a new appeal to her. Once more, mind beginning to drift, she counted the egg. One little one, two little ones, three little ones, and that was as far as she got. Her fingers touched the shell of the tiny, mottled bundle of growing life and stopped. She felt movement. Blinking, she removed her hand, holding her breath. Sure enough, the egg was rocking, ever so gently, back and forth.
Eulo! The gold awoke like a shot and shrieked, opening her wings. The rest of the fair scattered, one north, one south, two west, and two east, blinking out to find all of their flitter friends and spread the word. Actually, it was mainly to escape their Queen's wrath. Sonia abandoned her bed as more eggs began to rock, but she was not about to lose her weyr to Eulo. She was not Impressing fifteen flitters, even if the gold found the idea perfectly suitable. Calm; she told the Queen, soothing the protective beast with a reminder and mental pressure. Settling on the furs to hum, Eulo appeared content. She supposed it was finally time to properly show off her eggs. "Aim, will you tell the Weyr?" The green was not thrilled with that idea, settling one swirling eye on her rider in disbelief. "You can give them a proper wake up call. Help me Faranth."
If you want a flitter, why don't you see if you can get passed me? Aimeth's singsong voice interjected into the mind of every dragon, wher, and candidate in the Weyr. The final party wasn't included as a sign of affection. She included them because, firstly, she didn't care. She'd talk to whoever she damned pleased. She also wanted to see if they could actually get passed her. Teasing the candidates sounded like a fun game. Inside the inner chamber of the small weyr, Sonia sighed. Her peaceful amusement from before disappeared. Exhaustion from lack of sleep and worry lined the features of her face. What was she going to do? Everyone was going to come and invade her weyr. They were going to think her important. Faranth, she should have spent more time planning. With a chirrup, the rest of her fair reappeared, settling around the eggs.
While the flitters picked up the welcoming hum, unaided by an eagerly waiting Aimeth, Sonia went and grabbed two buckets of meat from the door. Having seven flitters meant she could constantly keep meat around without it going bad. It seemed to just magically disappear before that point. She set the meat near the bed, reminded Eulo only to bite if they were being stupid, added the same warning to a very innocent Aimeth, and then retreated to the farthest corner of her room from the eggs. She didn't want another flitter. She didn't even want to be noticed by the crowd that would soon be arriving. However, her wants would not stop the eggs from hatching, so she watched as they continued to rock, one setting off the next in the rhythm that had saved life on Pern. Elsewhere, two more eggs began to rock in the pots that held them, eager to escape.
When you're young you have this image of your life:
That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,
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Post by Lan on Feb 26, 2011 8:40:28 GMT -5
Waroth did not like being woken up. As far as she was concerned, she was the damn most beautiful dragon in the whole Weyr because she got this thing called beauty sleep. Someone other than Nimara interrupting it, especially a green, was taken of an insult of the highest caliber. She half thought of telling the green she could very well shove it someplace the sunlight don't shine and turn around and go back to sleep. However, the message was actually of some importance. With a grumble, she opened her eyes and her mind sought out her rider's, who was already awake and somewhere down in the Lower Caverns attending to something or another.
NimMine... AimethHers' flitter eggs hatch. Didn't you want one? Nimara paused, halting her stride down a tunnel so abruptly someone had to swerve around her. Had she wanted one? Oh, right, she had mentioned something about it being useful at some point or another. But weren't flitter hatchings for younger folk? Like candidates or weyrbrats? But that was silly! Several grown adults impressed flitters, some much older than she. It couldn't hurt to go take a peak, could it? Even if she didn't impress, it wouldn't matter. It was a nice event after such a terrible loss suffered not very long ago. Perhaps it'd be good for her just to attend?
Can you give me a lift? I'll meet you outside the kitchens. Waroth snorted, but consented. It was the quickest way to get her precious Nim to the flitter hatching. So she stood, stretching her muscles and wings and shaking out what was left of the sleep inside of her, and then glided down to give her rider a pick-up.
When she arrived at Aimeth's ledge, Waroth paused and nodded to the green before touching down, for the sake of her rider's goodwill and NOT out of respect for the green taking up as little space as possible with her larger bulk. Nimara climbed down, gave the red a pat, and then took a couple steps toward the green before bowing politely. Waroth snorted. A person didn't need to bow before a green! But the woman ignored her.
"Might I request an audience with your rider, Aimeth?" She used the name Waroth had given, smiling politely at the green that was much smaller than the large red that stood behind her. "It'd mean a lot to me if I could." When it came to greens or reds or the more volatile female dragons, it was best to be as polite as possible, so Nimara took a page out of O'sho's book and treated Aimeth with the same delicacy and respect she would treat Kalith or any other Queen. This was her domain, after all. And a person or dragon was always king or queen over their own home. |
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Post by Reky on Feb 26, 2011 10:03:10 GMT -5
E'riiiiinLooooove.
The young boy rolled over, groaning.
E'riiIIIIInLoooove.
He rolled over again, forcing his eyes open with all his might. He wanted to sleep in. He was tired. Truthfully, Jarith tired him out ever single day, but that was alright. He didn't notice how exhausted he was until he tried to get up in the morning and his body disagreed. He wrinkled his nose as his eyes opened to see her glittery little white snout, and gave an unattractive yawn. What, Jarith?
Immediately she brightened up. Oh, E'rinLoveMine! You're awake! AwakeLove! That's so GREAT. THAT'S REALLY REALLY GREAT, AWAKEE'RIN. So so so so so GUESS WHAT? Guess what, E'rinLove? Guess what, Love? [/i] E'rin couldn't help but smile. Jarith was wiggling with excitement, prancing up and down, bowing playfully. He was tired, but she sure cheered him up. I don't know, he said. It's morning? Just like all the other times?Ohhh, nonoNO, LoveMineE'rin! It's better! I got a call from a DRAGON! A big BIG DRAGON! Aimeth! She said something about flitters, Mine! FLITTERS! Oh, I don't know what that is, E'rinLoveMIIINE but it sounds AWESOME. Is it like Mitzi and Merps? Ohhh, or Rats! He sort of flitters his tail about! I do too![/i] Excitedly, she imitated the dog's wagging tail (the dog which slept soundly on E'rin's bed), and then let out an ecstatic squawk as she looked back at E'rin. He had finally been infected by her energy. Flitters?! Oh, wow! Cool! She's the flitter lady with all the flits! And there's babies! He wiggled out of bed, hurriedly getting dressed. Wouldn't that be so cute, Jarith? A baby flitter! Oh, I really want one... then I'll have so many friends. You, and Rats, and Mitzi and Merps, and a cute flitter! His mindvoice was full of affection. He loved everything. He beamed down at Jarith, giddy. Oh, I would LOVE a cuteflitter! Jarith squeaked, even though she wasn't sure what a flitter was exactly. That was okay - she loved it anyways! Just like Honey and Brink... He smiled. Except not so grumpy or clingy, maybe! And it'll be my own! Pulling his last arm through the shirt, he took a moment to breath. He was ready to go! He turned to Rats on the bed and reached out to pet the dog's head. "Be back later, Rats! Keep Mitzi and Merps company when they wake up. I'll go swimming with them when I'm done, 'cuz they've been in the buckets all night sleeping." With Rats glaring at him for waking him up, E'rin waved and ran off, Jarith bouncing behind him. He was up the stairs in the back tunnels in no time, youth lending to his endurance. His light weight helped, too, and so did Jarith's extra enthusiasm. He was pretty sure he was at the right door; he always doubted himself, but that was alright. He knocked on the door while peering in. "H-hello? This is flits, right? Oh, shells, I'm excited! -- uh, right, um. Am I allowed to come in? I mean, I don't want to--"Jarith interrupted him. Helloooooo, LOOOOOVES! she said, half skipping, half tumbling into the room. She grinned a dragon's grin and struck a sparkley pose. --- Meanwhile, Samael had been calmly woken up by Naireth. SamaelMine, the round thing is shaking, she had said, which rather perplexed the tan dragon but excited Samael. She'd been waiting for the egg to hatch ever since she had won it - she had been very surprised that she had. Naireth was watching the egg blankly, not bothering to make sense of it because it never would make any. Samael carefully got out of bed, mindful of her shoulder, and shuffled over to the egg's small pot. Her arm was still out of commission and would be for a while, in a sling for comfort and safety while her shoulder healed. The egg's hatching was a breath of relief after the assassinations. She needed something happy. It is strange, Naireth said. I will protect you, SamaelMine.Oh, it won't hurt me! Samael said. She was fairly happy, but still sluggish after just waking up. Relax, Naireth.Yes, SamaelMine. The dragon relaxed, and Samael grabbed some jerky meat she had been saving near the pot for this day. Then it was just a matter of waiting.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by purnip on Feb 26, 2011 14:03:22 GMT -5
After the attack on the weyr, L'am was busy trying to make up for his failure to follow through with the rope he intended to distribute during the crisis. He was everywhere--checking up on the injured, paying his condolences for the dead, cleaning up after the horrors left behind, and apologizing for the mixed messages to practically every dragonrider that he came across. He did this all on instinct, having been self-trained to look out of his image no matter what sort of situation was going down. Maybe he had genuine feelings for someone this time around, but old habits die hard.
He could tell there were eyes aimed at the back of his head since the attack went down. He didn't like being oppressed by one person enough, but the whole weyr sent shivers down his spine. L'am had seriously screwed up. He only half-regretted this, because he wouldn't have wanted to leave Sonia to herself while handling her captive while injured, but it all practically came down on his shoulders the moment things started to grind into normalcy. He was still trying to schedule an interrogation with one of the prisoners. If there was one thing he was confident about, it was his people skills. Maybe he could make up with his incompetence on the field if he could get the answers out of one of those men. He didn't have to play the good cop. L'am was adept at being quite the jackass with a little motivation. He had plenty of that to spend on one unlucky bastard today.
The Bronzerider didn't hear the news, but Lebeth did. At first he wondered what the announcement was all about, even though it was clear enough through the words alone. Why was he receiving this? Oh! Maybe His wanted another flitter. Suede was a getting lonely these days. Speaking of, the Blue was looking for his human at this very instant. He was humming for Eulo's clutch all the while, and he desired to see it and knew that he very well couldn't. She didn't like him and he didn't blame her. But the Blue did want a companion. He loved Lebeth, and he loved L'am too, but the other flitters seemed to know he was bad news, even if he hadn't done anything wrong for a very, very long time. He couldn't even remember what it was! But a little brother or sister wouldn't know, would it? And he'd have a friend for life. It would be glorious!
Appearing just over his human's head, Suede banked for a shoulder and landed very daintily upon it. He chirruped and tried to send an image of eggs he never had the chance to see, so he had to improvise by combining images of all sorts of eggs. L'am still kept walking, finally trying to figure out what his flitter was trying to get at. His mind was in four or five different places and Suede was flashing pictures of various eggs at him. "What is it Suede? Be specific." But he didn't need another second to finally realize what it was that his firelizard was trying to tell him. "Thanks Suede, but no thanks. I don't think--"
The boy came to a sudden pause. "Maybe...but. She might..." L'am was now conflicted. It would have been nice to have something that reminded him of Sonia. And Suede was getting lonely. Flitters always did best in a flock, and he could tell that his Blue was being alienated. Yet she might just see it as an attempt to manipulate her. That wasn't the case! Or at least...he hoped it wasn't. Now he simply couldn't tell. It was probably the better idea to keep on the same path and congratulate Eulo later, but he was already turning and heading for Sonia's weyr as he thought it all over. This wasn't an attempt to get closer to her. If anything, it was just a mission to leave with something that would keep a part of her close to him when she preferred to be alone.
He had to stop by his weyr and look for any dried meats he might have saved for Suede. The Blue loved his meats smoked, so L'am took to letting the Blue at them as a treat. Suede was willing to share, even though he demanded a piece when his human found the stash. Once L'am gave him a sliver, he instructed the Blue to go with Lebeth for now. He didn't want Sonia's fair to massacre him during a hatching. The Blue bowed his head fluttered away, but L'am could tell he was doing everything in his power to catch a glimpse of this hatching anyways, even so far as trying to see the world through his human's eyes. He almost flew into the wall trying it out.
Sonia's weyr wasn't far away from his own, so it didn't take him long after to reach it. He slid in, respectfully bowing his head to Aimeth before doing the same to Eulo. He could practically feel the animosity again, and it only forced him to become more focused on the real reason why he was here. He couldn't help but sneak a glance at Sonia though, mainly to make sure she was fairing well. She ought to have been. It was a minor injury after all. The Bronzerider didn't say anything though. It would have been rude to speak to her while attending for a Gold flitter's hatching. That was like speaking out of turn during an important speech. Right now, in the belly of a weyr where half the animals in it wanted to tear him apart, he would be nothing but respectful.
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Post by Birdy on Feb 26, 2011 20:35:11 GMT -5
[/color] Tomath said, eyes half closed and tail curled protectively around His. Paralee was wrapped in a blanket half asleep as well and snuggled into the crook of Tomarth's arm. They were talking about herdbeasts, Paralee disgusted by the idea of killing and eating them raw and Tomarth arguing in, or maybe against, their favor. Ladny, who was on Paralee's lap, stirred and looked up confused letting out a chirp. Paralee shushed her with a pat and was about to say something when Tomarth cut her off. There are eggs Paraleemine, you want an egg? They are to hatch soon, let's go! The blue's eyes opened, he was suddenly quite awake. Paralee snorted, " And how would you get there? I'm walking wherrybrain. You're so big you'll scare off the babies."With that, she strode into the hall, still wrapped in a blanket and made her way towards the weyr of the greenrider. She arrived, readjusted the blanket and sat crosslegged on the floor in front of the pots. The bluerider grinned broadly at Sonia. [/ul][/size] |
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Post by Azhdarchid on Feb 26, 2011 22:58:07 GMT -5
Many riders cracked out of sleep when the first beam of sunlight played across their dragons' hides. Qosis had been up at least two candlemarks prior, as dictated by the day's chores. First he assisted in the preparation of the dining hall for the morning charge, and now he was stalking between the long benches of the riders and guests, picking up emptied plates beside abandoned seats. Sometimes he ventured close enough to those still seated for them to take notice of him.
Sometimes he did not need to venture close. Head and shoulders above the drudges regardless of their age, he looked a bit like a rider who had temporarily misplaced his mount, and his wits. He was well-groomed, bathed, and his personal attire had a polished cleanliness that came from particular concern rather than required washings. But his skin had been trading health for chalkiness at late, and the madness of his new home was reflecting back from the olive of his eyes. His tunic was white, and the first woman he got too close to when retrieving a plate saw to it that her mug of spiced klah slammed sideways at just that moment, coating his sleeve.
Qosis could barely feel the steaming fluid burning his thickly scarred arm, and the woman giggled as he moved away to wash it. He suspected the spices sticking up his nose from the klah were of the alcoholic persuasion. A cook snapped at him as he lingered in the kitchen, wringing out the arm of his tunic over a basin, but Qosis looked back at him nonplussed...and the cook buggered off. The Candidate sniffed, then returned to his duties, one sleeve now a ring of dark brown where he had rolled it back to his elbow.
He was balancing three plates covered top-and-bottom with syrup when a voice sounded in his head, and he dropped the entire load on a bench with a clatter. One plate trekked onward, tumbling from bench to floor with a mischievous crack. Qosis barely heard, still trying to process the language lodged in his brain. Too nuanced, his mind whispered to itself. Not articulate enough for a wher. And not...familiar enough. A hard slap on his back brought him back to his situation. The first thing he noticed, or remembered, was the wetness of his ruined sleeve against his arm.
"It's just a dragon!" someone laughed, and others joined the mirth at Qosis' expense as he crouched down, collecting the plates with numb fingers. He got around to processing the content of the message as he was bearing the fractured wares back to the kitchen, and dismissed it readily. Flitters. Really. Was that supposed to be tempting?
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Post by matsi on Feb 27, 2011 0:12:54 GMT -5
Lanith yawned as the green’s voice reached into his mind. He blinked for a moment, listening and thinking. Did he really want to tell His about the eggs? Yes, he better. His liked the small little creatures, and truthfully, he did too.
Mine, Firelizard eggs hatch at AmithHer’s Weyr, The blue hummed. He adjusted himself so that his sore wing was resting on the ground now.
H’to walked up to the blue, just thinking to himself as Dia and Amour danced around his head. Did he really want to risk getting another troublesome female fighter flitter? He sat there in silence for a moment, then smiled to himself. Yes, he did. He loved his flitters, and knew how much Dia loved other flitters, and Amour just loved what ever Dia loved, sooo…Yeah, he was going.
”Thanks Lanith,” He said as he pet the Blue’s nose, then bolted out of his weyr.
He made his way to Sonia’s weyr, and entered with a smile. He looked at the eggs, beaming. He hoped for a male this time. Then again, he did love his little fighter girls, so another green would be nice too. He found himself almost laughing with excitement now as he leaned against the wall and looked at the eggs. So dainty and pretty. Oh how he wanted them all. He had to remind himself that he had two girls back at his weyr, the two girls that he loved with all his heart. Would one more break that love? Shards no! It could only build, right? RIGHT!
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Post by alix on Feb 27, 2011 18:21:46 GMT -5
Malissa was, to say the least, surprised to hear a dragon speaking to her. It hadn't happened nearly often enough for her to have gotten used to the sensation of having words inside her head, or having the speaker of those words nowhere near her own person. If she Impressed, she imagined she would get used to it. Then again, maybe she wouldn't need to. It might be different with one's own dragon. If she could work up the courage to, maybe she'd ask the Candidatemaster when she next got an opportunity.
She didn't know which dragon it was that had spoken, though she tentatively guessed it was one of the females (not that "female" narrowed it down that much, with at least half the fighters being female). Well, she was free for the moment, so she would go see if she could find out from whom that invitation had issued. It had sounded like an invitation, and after the close contact with the firelizards on that upside-down day Malissa would just as soon like to otherwise forget, the implicit promise of a chance to Impress one was incredibly tempting.
Maybe...
She headed outside, and, shadowing her eyes with her hand, looked up at the weyrs in the rock wall of the Weyr bowl. If the dragon had told her, a mere Candidate, maybe she had also told the full riders. The ones who might be easier to spot arriving, provided their dragons didn't object to the idea of sharing Theirs with a flitter. Of course, she might get unlucky and just spot a dragon returning its rider to their own weyr. For all she knew the dragon that had called her might have been from the most recent Hatching, in the Weyrlings' barracks.
She shook her head. A Red had landed on one of the ledges, and didn't look entirely at home where she was. That could be it, and if it wasn't she'd just have to ask whatever poor Wingrider she might wake up how she could make up for the disturbance. It was probably not all that high up for a dragon, but for a human, and especially a short one like Malissa, it was quite far.
Ah, well. She'd climbed stairs before, and, she reminded herself, she had been invited. Maybe not specifically (who knew how many people the dragon had bespoken, but since she didn't recognize the voice as belonging to a specific dragon she'd met, she doubted she'd been specially chosen), but invited nontheless.
When she, some strenous, stair-climbing minutes later, mousily entered the weyr and looked up at the Green that was its regular inhabitant, she couldn't do much but hope that she'd been correct in guessing this was her destination. She wasn't afraid of the dragon, but Aimeth was significantly bigger than she, and she'd really hate to have inconvenienced (or even annoyed) a dragon. Any dragon.
"Good morning," she told the dragon, with a polite bend of the knees. It probably looked silly, since she wasn't wearing a skirt, but her mother had brought her up to curtsy, and so she did. "Would it happen to be you that called out about the flitters..." How did you address a dragon whose name you didn't know? Malissa wasn't quite certain, so she used the most flattering title that came to mind. Nobody had ever been offended at being mistaken for more than they were. "M'lady?"
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Post by blue on Feb 28, 2011 9:19:21 GMT -5
Tana was having a short nap in the barracks when the call from Aimeth came. She shot out of bed. Flitter eggs hatching? This was her chance to see a Hatching before going on the Sands for the first time, when it would really matter! And if she Impressed a flit, then even not Impressing a dragon wouldn't be so bad. And…oh, Faranth, why was she trying to rationalize it? There were flit eggs hatching, and if she didn't hurry, she might miss part of the Hatching!
She ran for the kitchen first, though. Tana was a little unsure of the exact details of what went on during a fire-lizard hatching, but the one thing everyone seemed to agree on was that hatchlings were ridiculously hungry and wanted to eat immediately. There might be some meat available in the weyr where the Hatching was happening, but Tana wasn't going to take any chances about it. She was going to bring her own. She grabbed a bowl and rushed over to where a herdbeast was being butchered, rushing out a hurried explanation and promises to come back and help later to make up for the meat she was taking as she frantically scooped some into the bowl.
Tana didn't wait for an answer before rushing off again, only to pause when she reached the Bowl and realized she didn't know where she was going. Several other people seemed headed for one specific weyr, and Tana decided that that was her best bet. She took off running again, doing her best to keep the bowl from spilling without slowing down. She was out of breath by the time she reached the weyr and the pale green dragon guarding it. She bowed, like she had heard Candidates did for queens at Hatchings. This green wasn't a queen, of course, but she was still guarding the way to the eggs, and being polite was just sensible when dealing with something as large as a dragon. "I'm here for the fire-lizard hatching, M'lady," she told the dragon, copying Maly's honorific. "May I pass?"
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Post by parallel on Feb 28, 2011 11:34:54 GMT -5
Kestrel had been picking at some broth in the kitchens when she heard Aimeth's call. It was a thriling feeling to hear a dragon's voice in her mind, even if it did seem somewhat of a challenge. Though it was an invitation to all, Kestrel felt wary of just appearing at the entrance of someone's weyr to ask for a flitter egg, she didn't want to appear rude considering how few people she knew here. But an egg! A real live hatching! How could she not go??
To see a real life hatching right before her eyes would be magical. The possibility of bonding with a little flitter was almost unbearable and before she knew what she was doing she had started running to Sonia and Aimeth's weyr. Thought's of little wings, sharp talons, multiple colours all pushing their way out of tiny shells filled her mind as she ran. After a few minutes of frantically dashing around she slowed down, realizing she didn't actually know where she was going! But then she saw a group of other people gathering outside what must be the right room. She didn't recognise those walking in, but then again she didn't know anyone properly yet. She looked up as she got closer and saw a beautiful green. Aimeth. Kestrel summoned her courage and spoke, "May I pass please? Is it ok? I would like to try for an egg.. please?" Her voice was a little shaky, but she held her head high in the hopes of appearing more confident. She was peering in, trying to see the eggs.
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Post by RavenSong on Mar 1, 2011 7:08:04 GMT -5
Nara was outside, taking a break from her chores, when Aimeth's voice cut through her thoughts. She blinked, recognizing a dragon's voice thanks to Syrryth and Girieth, then decided to get up. Why not approach, get beyond whatever dragon that was, and try and Impress a flitter? If she could manage that, she could likely manage to Impress a dragon! Quickly, the gangly teenage girl leapt to her large feet and rushed to the weyrs. She realized that she had no idea where she was going within moments, and watched for others she was sure would be arriving. The dragon's voice had not named her specifically, and she did not recognize the dragon's voice, as she would if it had been Syrryth or Girieth. Logically, it was a generalized invitation!
Finding a small group of other candidates, she quickly melded with them. Naraevhyn didn't jostle anyone or permit anyone to jostle her, and she soon found herself outside Sonia's weyr, face-to-snout with Aimeth.
"Greetings, I am Naraevhyn," she said politely to Aimeth, waiting for the others to speak before speaking herself. She kept her voice controlled despite her nervousness. Tana and Kestrel's actions didn't escape her, and she opted to bow to Aimeth as well to be on the safe side.
"Your hide is an amazingly beautiful shade of mint green," she said as she bowed, giving Aimeth a gentle smile. "I doubt any Green alive is as beautiful as you are. Would I be correct in guessing that your name is as beautiful as the rest of you? If it pleases you, Beautiful One, I would like to pass and watch this Hatching." If she'd learned anything from her Harper father, it was how to flatter someone with honeyed words. She'd heard that Greens were vain creatures, and she hoped her commentary on Aimeth's appearance would appeal to the Green's vanity.
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Post by rai on Mar 1, 2011 19:31:03 GMT -5
Ryn wasn't interested in fire-lizards. Tieler's little darkie was okay, she supposed. But she had never wanted one after Impressing Hestiath. She had never thought having a dragon would be so much sharding work! She had to feed the pink, bathe her, oil her, and make sure she behaved herself...kind of on that last one. Hestiath always tried to make sure she behaved. She felt resentful and rebellious whenever the young dragon tried to tell her what to do. She was supposed to be the one in charge! Yet Hestiath was impossible to argue with. She had this matter-of-fact way of saying things that Ryn couldn't really find any way to get ticked off about. Hess was too reasonable, too knowing...it annoyed the dragon dung out of her. Now, once again, Hess was inserting her two marks worth. Ryn was pretending not to listen but the young dragon was really very persistent.
Come now, Ryn. Don't you want to add another family member to our little duo? Surely you can see how it is beneficial to take care of another. Besides, I am sure my little kin would be helpful if you take care to train it properly.
Ryn glanced over at the pink, who was looking at her imploringly. She had been reasoning--or trying to--with Ryn for the past few minutes. Ryn was a little interested at that last. Her own personal messenger...might not be terrible. A little minion to spy or listen in on things...she stood up and without a word headed for the location Hestiath had directed her in. When they got there she noticed others were already there, and scowled slightly. Hestiath, however, was quite delighted to see that there was others here. This was nice. There would be homes for all of the young ones. A home was a very important thing for them to have, was it not?
Ryn noticed there was a green who seemed to be almost guarding the entrance, and glanced at Hestiath with an upraised brow. Hestiath looked up at hers and relayed what Aimeth's message once more. Ryn had hardly been paying attention and had entirely forgotten this part. Try and get past her? Was there room to run past at all? But Hestiath butted her lightly with her head, before stepping forward herself.
Good evening, Aimeth dear. Mine and I have come to see if we might add a new member to our little family. You have a lovely home. May we please enter?
Ryn had no clue what Hess was doing. Weren't they supposed to try and get past the green? Wasn't that what Aimeth had said? She was confused but when she felt the pink looking at her expectantly she decided to go along with it anyhow.
"Hi Aimeth--er--what Hess said. Can we--um--please come in? Nice hide--uh--home?" She glanced at Hestiath who was sitting politely in front of the green, awaiting her response. She was not exactly sure why on Pern the pink though that they would be allowed to pass just by asking. How had the others gotten in? Did they ask? She felt a bit jittery, not liking being unsure about things. It was Hestiath's idea to come here. She just hoped the pink knew what she was doing!
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Tay was so startled to hear a dragon's voice in her head that she nearly dropped the glow she had been replacing, only sheer luck saving her from having it hit the floor before she fumbled and caught it. She could hardly believe that a dragon was speaking to her to come and try for a fire-lizard! The prospect of Impressing one was exciting--she hadn't Impressed at the hatching and it would be a lie to say she hadn't been disappointed a bit. She was really young to Impress, and yet she'd wanted to. Who hadn't? It made her sad to think of the dragons that had gone into between and not Impressed. Had any of the candidates lost a lifemate due to that? She didn't like to think of it. As she quickly place the fresh glow she wondered how many fire-lizard eggs there were. She would have to find out!
Moments later found her running through the corridors, feet hitting the ground as she made her way to the Weyr she had seen in her mind when the dragon had sent her an image. She knew her way around really well and soon enough she was there at the Weyr's entrance. She chewed her lower lip while she waited for a girl with red hair, a Weyrling now, to ask if she could go into the room. She felt fortunate to have caught the dragon's name. Otherwise she wouldn't have known what to address the green by. As the other finished she made a polite bow and offered a bright smile to the green blocking the way.
"Hi there Aimeth!" she said brightly, barely able to contain her excitement. "You look great today, can I come into your Weyr and try for a fire-lizard?" Her blue eyes were hopeful. It was hard to contain her eagerness! After all, it wasn't every day a fire-lizard clutch hatched. She hoped she would be lucky enough to walk away with one. Still, there were probably more people than fire-lizards to go around. It was too bad. She might not get one, or she might. Just like at the hatching.
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Post by Admin on Mar 1, 2011 20:41:55 GMT -5
Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical,
Touches stricken, cold and clinical,
What a transformation to behold,
But I don't like this new, I want the old.
Nimara was allowed passed Aimeth with a sassy flick of her green tail at Waroth. E'rin was nudged hurriedly into the weyr with her narrow green snout, but Jarith was pushed back out into the tunnels with one green wing. She did not approve of the white's exuberant greeting. Intent on keeping Jarith out, she accidentally let L'am inside the weyr along with Paralee. H'to was then allowed passed when the green turned to find a certain undesirable bronzerider in her weyr. Of course, she was reminded that she was not allowed to eat L'am by Sonia, who has noticed the wingsecond's arrival when her dragon did, and so Aimeth turned her attention back to the arrivals. There was a candidate. This one is calling me a lady; the green snorted. Then another arrived and she quickly corrected her belated statement with a plural. They're calling me a lady.
"They're always complimentary when you have eggs;" Sonia replied, mumbled words tinged with bitterness but calm. She didn't want the persnickety green to strike. "They only flirt when you have what they want, but come on, play nice;" the young rider muttered, moving out of her corner to approach L'am. No point in pretending like he hadn't actually come into her weyr. The green was about to consent to allow the latest three to pass when Nara arrived. Aimeth liked to be flattered. She liked others to be aware of the fact that she was grand. However, she was not swayed by pretty words. In fact, they displeased her. They enraged her. Lies. Filthy lies. Bristling, Aimeth hissed at the candidate, puffing up and up. She held it when Rynille arrive, almost let it go when little Taylire chirrup. Humans were cute when they were little, not like annoying Jarith. But that candidate! That one! A nip would teach the girl her lesson!
Sonia whirled as the green hissed again. "Aimeth! You absolutely cannot bite the candidates;" the tiny slip of a girl roared. Aimeth shrieked her ever present defiance as her rider lunged across the weyr, foot aching in protest, and dragged the gaggle of girls into the inner room, two by two. "No!" Over top the shouting and roaring, Eulo added her own voice. This was her hatching! They needed to shut up! This was stupid! "If you don't behave, Eulo will bite you, Aimeth;" Sonia warned, lowering her voice to a more acceptable level. Of all the times they had to get in such an argument! The green didn't miss a beat in responding. She would bite whoever deserved it; she didn't care about any of them. Then I will eat that pesky gold creature! Sonia's jaw went tight. Aimeth the pyschopath had just crossed a line and her rider, usually pretty good at playing along with people, was obviously pissed. And if you do that, I will cry. The threat was coolly delivered but more than sincere. Aimeth realized her mistake.
Falling silent, the green shuffled back to her couch and laid down, tail curled around her feet like a shamed dog. She grumbled to herself, but she knew she wasn't going to get to play with the new arrivals anymore. She'd just have to let them pass. Letting out a long sigh, Sonia closed her eyes, painfully aware that there were eleven people standing behind her probably staring at her. The eggs were still rocking away but none of them had cracked. Calming herself, at least outwardly, she dropped her gaze and turned around, moving to the back of the crowd. Her foot hurt. With a sigh, she leaned against L'am's shoulder with a crooked elbow, a bit beyond caring. "See, you aren't that special;" she mumbled, voice low and barely audible. She was cracking a joke, but she didn't smile. It wasn't really funny. Apparently, she had a horrible sense of humor.
Though no one up in Aimeth's weyr would know it, Samael's egg was actually the first to hatch. With a powerful shake, a foot punctured through the shell, attached to a skinny leg. Its owner wiggled it for a bit, quite confused. Then the egg gave way and the black found himself free, sitting on his head and neck. Oh, he was out! He did not think he had it quite right though. Wiggling his rump, he fell onto his side and then picked himself up. That seemed better. However, he was still in an egg! But there was light! It came from up though. Realizing this, he looked up. There was a face up there! And something brown! He wasn't brown though. He was black. Still, that didn't matter, did it? Browns things were nice. Brown things were his favorite, he guessed! Keeping his head tipped back, he crooned up at Samael and Naireth. Oh, now he realized he was hungry!
Up in the weyr, Eulo had forgotten about Aimeth, because her eggs were hatching! She hummed away as the first of the fifteen began to crack. It was a small egg, such a little thing, and it was quickly overshadowed by the second largest, the Queen egg obviously being the biggest, as it split open and out leaped its occupant. She strutted forward, head high, wings carried to either side of her. Her hide made her color clear, a pale orange mixed with the soft touch of yellow swirls on her wings and spine. Haughty as could be, she swaggered across the furs, only to trip and fall head over heels with an indignant shriek. How dare they! She was the Queen. Maybe not a proper one, but no one had to know that! As she tried to get back up, the smaller egg broke open, its cracks giving way. The young flitter within spilled out into the world, but she picked herself up quickly.
The green was tiny, more the size of a pink than an average representative of her color, and speckled with a dark shade of her breed. Beneath the spots, her nose started out life as a pale green and then slowly, as the hide moved towards her tail, it became darker and more and more turquoise until it was nearly, but not truly, as blue as it was green. She looked about herself, drew in a deep breath, and then let out a trill. It made her feel better. She'd been quite squashed in that egg. She liked big open spaces. Behind her, another egg had cracked and split, allowing another flitter to come forth. It was a second green, but that one had a little more energy in the first. That meant she had several buckets too many, stumbling and skipping forward as best she could. She had to go, go, go! Look at her go! Her hide was a sickly sort of forest green, but that didn't matter! She was going! In fact, she was going right off the bed! She fell with a squawk.
The speckled green peered over the edged, watching her sister's antics. The other flitter had landed safely on her feet and seemed to be alright, but the speckled hatchling didn't much care. Her sister was entirely too silly! She gave another trill, the noise somewhere between a laugh and a chiding. With that, she turned her bleary young gaze back to the big people in the open space off the bed. She wanted one. She didn't need one, no, not that at all, but she wanted one and they had food and she was hungry. Her eyes locked on Sonia, then fluttered to L'am, then went back to Sonia as she stretched her young wings. While Sonia had not been paying too much attention to the hatching eggs, she realized her mistake when the speckled hatchling launched itself towards her. Motherly instincts abandoned, she stepped behind L'am and firmly shoved him in front of the green. She was not getting another. The green latched onto him without a thought and gave him a squawk. Hello! She was hungry!
Lie to convince me that I'll be better off,
Oh, you go on and I'll be happier, I'll be happier,
You go on, yeah, you go on,
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Post by aikastarr on Mar 1, 2011 21:11:24 GMT -5
Rethalt remembered the gold tyrant well. Real well. She had terrified his date during that strange and choppy affair, and to what? Scare off another couple to lay her eggs. Couldn’t she have at least been courteous? Sure, he knew that gravid creatures could be testy, but that? That was una-
If you want a flitter, why don't you see if you can get passed me? [/i] Another thing that was unacceptable to Rethalt at the current time: a random green dragon poking her nose into his brain and telling him, ‘Oh hey, remember that gold? Yeah, she’s got eggs that are hatching!’ without any warning. With a groan, he stumbled out of bed and made his way towards the exit of his room, banging his head against the doorframe in the process. A string of profanities were leaving his mouth when he exited the wher handler barracks into the night. Was it really nighttime? Did he miss his shift? Oh right, he was up in the daylight hours helping catch assassins, and not getting sleep. The brown handler was busy slapping his face to wake himself up when he passed by his sister’s Weyr. Lucky her, she’s fast asleep. However, that theory was soon abolished when he passed the doorway and was ultimately crushed into the ground by an ambush tacklehug. Before he could react, his assailant/sister was already gone. Great. Now he was tired, irritated, and bruised. Not to mention still in his sleep-clothes, but that wasn’t really of any importance. Thankfully, Emith was more courteous than her bonded, and quickly gave directions to Sonia’s Weyr. Mine…? Where are you? Resk tired. Eggs? RethaltMine getting egg? Resk get new friend?[/color] Even though the questions were slow and careful, they still distracted him enough so that he slipped on a stair and bashed into another wall. OUCH!.. oh, what? Yeah, we’re getting a new friend. Maybe. ”Now let me walk?” The last part was directed at his sister, who had shown up moments after he slammed into the offensive wall. Krys only smiled innocently before leading him the correct way to the Weyr. Rethalt carefully peeked around the corner into Sonia’s room. There were already a few flitters Hatched. So he hadn’t missed much. However, his attention was stolen by the green dragon that occupied the area. ”Sorry I’m late. Will you accept my apology, or do I deserve to be eaten for my tardiness?” he asked slightly jokingly. He was too tired to put much effort into his joke. Hopefully the joke itself wouldn’t equal death by dragon-nomming. Meanwhile, Krys slipped away to get back to her sleep. Lucky her, indeed.[/center] |
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Post by purnip on Mar 2, 2011 0:57:57 GMT -5
It wasn't so surprising to see Aimeth react to each guest with different shapes and sizes of disapproval. L'am wondered if the Green cared for anything or anyone aside from her rider. As he understood it, some dragons were that way without the attitude problem to facilitate it. Lucky for the Bronzerider, Lebeth either liked or loved everything that finally got his attention, unless pain and suffering was involved. The dragon either went into a defiant protest of the actions taking place or ignored the tragedy altogether. He only acted and made threats when lives were on the line. Lebeth was simply not an aggressive creature unless he had a very good reason to be. L'am was often grateful for this; he had to bear witness to many riders attempting to calm their partners down, or curb their reactive tendencies. Lebeth was so mellow it often turned out to be the problem around the more serious times.
He knew Aimeth was going to attempt to oust him the moment she noticed his presence, but she was distracted during his entrance, so he thought he could get away with it after all. When he spotted those irate, hot eyes glancing his way, he tried to be as humble as possible. After all, he knew what he was here for and what he was while he remained. A guest. He just had to hope the Green would allow him to stay until the Hatching was over, or at least until he Impressed.
Sonia was headed in his direction--something he didn't fail to notice from the start. He certainly did feel special for a while there, perking up at having been spotted in the crowd for something other than being attacked by her dragon. Or maybe she was already trying to tell Aimeth not to pluck him out of the group and deposit him outside in the privacy of her mind. That wouldn't have been shocking at all really. He was even beginning to expect Sonia to give Aimeth a command.
Shortly thereafter, there was a little bit of a struggle between the two. L'am wondered if it was once again his presence that was causing the strife. He couldn't stand it, but with time he was really hoping that would change. Aimeth had to at least tolerate him someday. He wasn't asking the Green to like him. He knew Aimeth never would. But if she could stop threatening his life every time he appeared, then maybe Sonia could stop associating him with unnecessary stress. Unless it helped his cause. If it did, he couldn't help but be the bad guy and enjoy it while it lasted. Something that, when better accustomed to personal shame, he would be ashamed of later.
The struggle was over quickly, and the Bronzerider was sympathetic towards Sonia after the public display that had to transpire. It was probably no more embarrassing than when he had slipped up before. Everyone was entitled to some form of public humiliation once in their lives. But the Greenrider seemed to be fairing well. Aside from the pain in her foot, she didn't really seem to care about what others thought.
She leaned against his shoulder, which actually caught him a little off guard. A hum escaped from his chest--a failed attempt at a harmless sigh. Eyes slightly widened, he tried his best to maintain his respectful and carefree composure. Sure, she was hurt and had every reason to take the weight off the injured foot, but he would have never guessed that she would seek him out and use him as a support. The Bronzerider couldn't help but be flattered. There was another feeling too, which made him feel queasy and a little lightheaded at the same time. What was it? Not getting sick, he hoped. Was he actually nervous about how to react? When it was time to actually speak his mind rather than speaking strategically, he couldn't always control what came out. Of course, he was dead afraid of saying something stupid.
"Hm...I took a break today for Eulo's sake," he said, recognizing a joke when he heard one. Laughter wasn't required for the obvious. "It's all about her and her kids today." L'am gulped, inaudibly enough. Was he being too casual? Would she think him silly and ignorant? He tried to keep his eyes on the eggs as they began to hatch to stop thinking about every word he could have said instead. He had to stick with what was genuine. It was so hard though; the lack of control was frightening.
The Queen egg wasn't the first to hatch, but it was one of the first to do so. It wasn't always rare though; what often was happened to be the order of Impression. L'am had never seen a Queen hatch first and Impress right thereafter. But then again, they were far more selective. A few others hatched, one finding a human quickly after hatching. The two Greens were among the recently hatched, but one decided to jump away and take a snooze where she saw fit. The other well...
Decided to fly right towards him.
Outside, Suede gave a trill of delight. Did he have a little one to look after? Was this the friend he was hoping for? Through L'am's eyes he tried to peer to be equally aware of the events. Obediently enough, he remained outside of the weyr as he was told. L'am could hardly get a good look at the little flitter with how quickly she moved, and she seemed to be indecisively fluttering between himself and Sonia. Before he knew it, he was being used as a meat shield to prevent the fair owner from adding another lizard to her collection. The Green landed on his chest and looked to him expectantly, and as quickly as he could fumble it out of his pocket, L'am was offering the young firelizard a piece of dried meat. He smiled awkwardly at it, just as he must have done when he Impressed Suede here four turns ago. He wondered if she'd still accept him though, considering the offering. Maybe Suede liked the drier, smokier meats, but this flitter was young. Could she even chew it?
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Post by nagini on Mar 2, 2011 1:47:10 GMT -5
NaimaMine, Thanath called while Naima slept. He nudged her arm with his nose, trying to rouse her. When she opened her eyes and heavily at him, he said, There are eggs hatching.
"Eggs?" Naima said blearily. But the eggs just hatched,[/i] she thought. "Ow, stop it, Ellebee."
Ellebee was nipping at her hand, trying to get her up. Naima pushed the flitter off the bed with her wrist. It was just a moment later that Ellebee was back on the bed and nipping at Naima’s cheek now.
"Okay, I’m up!" Naima growled at her and Ellebee betweened onto Thanath’s back. Naima immediately put a hand to her head—she’d sat up too fast. As she recovered, Thanath went on, Not dragon eggs, Mine. Fire-lizard. Aimeth challenges all who want hatchlings to get past her.
Naima’s eyes widened. "I thought I dreamed that." She rubbed her eyes and made sure she wasn’t bleeding from Ellebee’s actions. Her hand was a bit cut, but her cheek was fine. After she finished surveying herself, Naima looked at Thanath.
Shall we go? he asked.
Do you want to? she mumbled mentally while yawning widely.
Yes.
Then we’ll go. Naima rose sluggishly to her feet, pulled on a cleaner tunic, and got a two pieces of jerky. She tossed one to Ellebee, who'd left Thanath's back and went back to the bed, and kept the other one for the hatching flits.
As she got more awake and they approached Aimeth’s ledge, Naima grew fonder of the idea of attending the hatching. If she ended up getting one of the flitters, maybe it could sort out Ellebee. Still, she felt a bit intimidated when they actually got to Aimeth. They weren’t on time, after all, because Naima had been asleep. Some others had been late too though, she observed, so maybe it would be okay.
"I deeply apologize for being late, Aimeth," Naima told the green respectfully and gave a polite bow. "I foolishly overslept. May I come in for the hatching?"
I would like to wait here, Thanath added, if that is permissible.
You said you wanted to go, Naima thought quickly to him.
Yes, Thanath agreed in the privacy of their minds, but I don't need to go in.
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Post by lesa on Mar 2, 2011 2:08:17 GMT -5
D'ji moved with calm deliberation, shifting Amisi's elbow out of proximity to his eye. He was just lucky that Hermeth adored his daughter, the purple actually up and called her plainly by her name. He'd even watched them, those times when the new Weyrlings weren't in lessons and Amisi had escaped (yet again) from the crechemothers, as the two played tag, he too exhausted to do more than watch, unable to get into the game, but happily watching their enthusiasm. Needed to step in once when he discovered Hermeth had convinced Amisi to smuggle him a bubbly pie. The purple had wanted to know what one tasted like, after listening to Amisi babble on about how tasty they were. D'ji still couldn't figure out how she'd gotten the thing from the kitchens without burning herself.
Hermeth, being Hermeth, had enjoyed it immensely. The gardener was afraid to admit he wouldn't have known of the crime if Amisi hadn't been berry-stained herself when he found her - Hermeth's hide blended in with the fruit filling. They'd run around the rest of the afternoon, the sugar affecting Hermeth as much as Amisi. Dark curls rustled over the pillow as he shook his head at the thought. Oh, what was he going to do with his pair of troublemakers? At least F'del was agreeable with her sleeping in his room on occasion, and his roommate didn't mind much either. He always made sure to go over to the creche and tuck her in at night, it didn't feel right until he did so. There had been more than a few times that involved the creche mothers waking him after he fell asleep on her bed, since Hermeth was already asleep back in the barracks, and he was so tired.
A voice distinctly not Hermeth or Altith's coursed its way through his mind. It was female. Somehow he kept from jolting, arm wrapping around Amisi as she did jolt, flailing awake with the same inelegance he had upon waking to her shoving a knee into his gut.
"Pappi?" she questioned, and he had to grin, shoving Hermeth's head away as the purple attempted to join them on the bed.
No, Herm, we're getting up,[/i] tanned hands performed the action as the words were thought, levering father and daughter upright.
"That's one of the greens, honey," he said, setting to work by picking up her abandoned overdress. Amisi was in a dress, and one not made by his mother. Was the work of her new fostermother. She didn't need a foster mother, she had a perfectly good father! D'ji chastised himself for the thought, but couldn't deny that it was an aspect of Weyr life he still wasn't used to. No way anyone was raising Amisi but him, not fully. She was his daughter, he wanted to be a large part of her life. Still he had come to realize that not all dragonriders felt the same way, perfectly happy to abandon (for he did consider it abandoning) their children to the care of women not their parents. Yes, the weyr fostermothers were perfectly good women, but did the riders know what they were missing? D'ji did up the lacing at the front of the overdress, not bothering to do anything but slip it over Amisi's nightdress.
"Go put your shoes on, sweetheart," he asked of her, watching out of the corner of his eye as she slid off the bed and raced to the door of the room where her shoes were lined up neatly. Grimacing in thought of the mess that was his hair (and the bruise he could feel blooming on his cheek - her elbow had hit one of its targets, or maybe her fist had), D'ji yanked an open-face vest over his nightshirt, slipping into pants before tucking bare feet into the tooth-marked boots Hermeth dragged over for him. He'd given up trying to keep his shoes in pristine condition, the purple liked stealing them so much that it didn't matter. A grave thank you to his lifemate (how odd that still sounded!) as he laced them up did the trick.
"Pappi, w'atzo imp'rant 'bout gweenwid'r?" Amisi asked through a yawn, rubbing her eyes.
"Your birthingday present, little love," he laughed at the sudden wakeful expression she gave him as he stooped to pick her up. Yes, she could walk, but he couldn't get enough of the sensation of holding her. "What did you ask me for?"
"A dwagon!" she squealed, then quieted, "But you says I need t'be bigga fur a dwagon."
"You don't need to be any bigger than four for a firelizard," he counseled, taking joy in her return to delight.
"F'izzard!" Amisi crowed in delight, bouncing on his hip. "F'izzard, f'izzard, f'izzard!" Hermeth added to the cacophony, dancing around D'ji's legs like an overlarge canine, claws clacking on stone.
Herm, you're gonna need to stay here, okay? The purple nodded in agreement, So long as I can watch with you, D'jimine! I want to see the f'izzards too! D'ji merely grinned and walked out the door, calming Amisi with the movement and soft reminder that she needed to be on her best behavior.
The pair made it quick enough up to the green weyrs, D'ji having fingercombed both his and Amisi's hair into some form of tamed. Or at least Amisi's was somewhat tamed. His was still likely a mess. Ah well, he wasn't going to worry about it now. The weyr they came to was quiet, but for the sound of eggs rocking and people breathing. Amisi changed that in an instant, blurting out "F'izzards!", caught up in the excitement of it all. D'ji felt himself blushing and gave a sheepish grin, a gentle look at Amisi making her purse her lips in dismay. "Sowwy, Pappi, but it's f'izzards!" The word was quieter, more of a stage-whisper as she resumed her bouncing on his hip. D'ji just shook his head at her enthusiasm, nodding graciously to the green on her couch and resolving to thank the greenrider personally when he could tell who she was in the crush. If all went well, Amisi was going to remember this day for the rest of her life.
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Post by Reky on Mar 2, 2011 9:38:37 GMT -5
E'rin stumbled when Aimeth nudged him in. Jarith made to follow the startled boy, but she found a very large green wing in her way. She spun in awkward circles, trying to find a way out, but she was getting pushed out the door! Wow! She wasn't sure what to think of it. Were they being rude? Was it just rules? Were they jealous of how glittery she was? Jarith chirped about and pondered that. She walked away from Aimeth's wing, outside the weyr now, and just kept walking around. It could be perceived as anxious pacing, save for the bounce in her step. She was just excited! E'rinMiiine, she pushed me out! I guess I'll just HAVE to wait here! Then I'll get to see the flitter as a surprise. A BIG SURPRISE. I hope it's cutecutecute E'rinE'rin! Trilling, fine with being outside, she continued to hop and skip around. She could barely contain her happiness!
E'rin, feeling a little naked without Jarith constantly beside him, headed further into Sonia and Aimeth's weyr anyways. Okay, Jarith. I'll see you later! he said, and parked his scrawny behind near the clutch of eggs. There were a couple people there that he recognized from weyrling class, the girl with the not-so-black-black and one of the girls with pinks (he was bad with names), and then someone else. He brightened up. "D'ji!" he called, grinning wide. "Hi, D'ji!" After an enthusiastic wave, he went back to watching the flit eggs.
There was a gold who hatched first. She looked pretty grumpy. Golds were usually grumpy, weren't they. He hoped, maybe, she'd cheer up, and then he got something else to look at. A green hatched, and then another green. The first one went for people right away - she was looking at the flitter lady and the bronzerider with crazy hair. Then, she picked the bronzerider, practically throwing herself at him! E'rin couldn't help but laugh a little. That was cute. He looked back at the eggs, though. He didn't want to miss any hatchings!
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Samael was surprised at how fast the egg had hatched. First, there was a leg, and then there was an entire, upside-down black. He swiveled in his eggshell, righted himself, and then looked up at her and Naireth. Samael beamed. He was beautiful! Tiny, beautiful, and black! Naireth's opinion of the creature wasn't quite so cheerful. Rather, the tan dragon was thoroughly confused as her mind tried to make sense of it. She wasn't the brightest light in the forest. It was entirely perplexing to her to see such a tiny dragon. She had seen flitters around the Weyr before, of course, but never up close and never with enough detail to be able to try and figure out what they were.
It is too small, Naireth said, snorting.
He's just a baby! Samael explained. A baby firelizard. He'll always be small.
Naireth puzzled over that. How was it possible? To be that tiny forever? She herself was huge and didn't understand. She was used to being big. How could something get used to being small? At least, since it would be so small all the time, it would be fairly harmless to her SamaelMine. She would protect Samael, but she probably wouldn't have to save her from the 'firelizard.' A little too confused for comfort, the tan went and curled up on her dragon couch instead of watching the rest of the events unfold.
Samael was holding out a piece of the meat she had to the little black. She'd ripped it small enough to fit into his tiny, upturned mouth. "Here you go, little guy," she said. "Eat up!" [/blockquote] |
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Post by blue on Mar 2, 2011 13:55:48 GMT -5
Tana was worried for a moment, when it looked like Aimeth wasn't going to let them past, but then a girl a few years older than Tana—presumably the green's rider—yelled at her, and the green shuffled off to her couch, leaving the way clear. "Thank you, ma'am," Tana said to the rider, meaning it both for keeping the green from eating them, and for letting them inside the weyr to attend the hatching.
She stayed towards the back of the crowd, finding a place where she could watch without getting in the way of anyone else, still balancing her bowl full of meat. It was starting to get heavy, and Tana wondered if maybe she should have grabbed less. It looked like there was meat here already, after all. Still, too late to take less now.
She gasped as the first egg hatched. It was a large one, though a bit smaller than the gorgeous queen egg, and the orange that burst from it was beautiful, with the swirls along its wing and back. But surely an orange was too grand for a mere candidate like herself, though Tana held out a scrap of meat anyway, hopeful. The next two eggs were more likely though, both of them greens. One immediately launched herself towards Aimeth's rider and a man, but one was still perched on the bed, and Tana tried sending good thoughts toward it. It had had a beautiful trill when it Hatched, and if nothing else, Tana hoped to hear it again.
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Post by alix on Mar 2, 2011 17:08:03 GMT -5
Malissa had been prepared to leave if the dragon wouldn't let her pass - she had no interest in trying to sneak in where she wasn't welcome - and would probably have slunk back out when the green started to show signs of agitation if the dragon's rider hadn't appeared and ushered them on. She wasn't sure what had set the green off, but made a mental note to apologize for the fuss after the hatching, just in case she'd had a part in annoying the dragon. Here and now, with eggs rocking on the bed, didn't seem like a good time.
She thought she recognized a few out of the fair of adult fire-lizards, and was glad to see them, though didn't attempt to approach them. It would have been presumptuous, to say the least, in the weyr of their owner. Instead, she set to watching the wobbling eggs, a strain of her thoughts wondering how like a dragon Hatching the situation might be. The fire-lizards were smaller, of course, and this was a bed, not the Hatching Sands, but... Flitters did look like small dragons, so maybe not entirely dissimilar.
A warm smile made its own way onto her face as she watched the strutting orange, openly admiring the young creature. It was beautiful, as were both of its green sisters, and even if none of them, or their still-unhatched siblings, took a liking to her, well... Just getting to see them hatch was a small miracle in itself. When the spotted green ended up in L'am's arms, she inwardly cheered for him.
Being happy for others getting a chance at Impressing, or for getting to witness a hatching for the first time (no matter that it was "only" a flitter Queen's clutch), didn't mean she wasn't still hopeful. After a quick glance around, to see how the others reacted, she took a piece of meat from the nearest of the buckets Sonia had arranged and held it out toward the hatchlings still on the bed, without overextending herself and becoming tense. Animals didn't tend to like tense, and she doubted fire-lizards were an exception.
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Post by kyrillion on Mar 3, 2011 0:12:48 GMT -5
The next egg to break open did so without much fuss at all; after a few small, understated shakes, it crumbled abruptly into several pieces, spilling a pretty pink onto the furs. She was a bright little thing, the majority of her hide a shade of almost-red that blended gently into a dark magenta along the length of her wings. She was stout for her color, built tough and not at all pleased with her rather haphazard entrance into the world. She didn't want to just sit around like this, not for a single moment - she wanted to get moving, to do something! She was so quick to scramble to her feet, in fact, that she managed to tangle one of her legs with her tail and was sent sprawling into her still un-hatched next door neighbor. Her shoulder connected soundly with the side of the egg and split it neatly in two, and she was forced to dodge out of the way of the larger blue that came falling out.
He hit the bed with an angry, grumpy squawk, but he didn’t flail around quite like she had. He was more dignified than that, shardit, and just because his pink sister was being rash didn’t mean he needed to stoop to her level! The pink, for her part, snorted a quick apology before turning her attention to the group of humans and the delightful smell of meat. She wanted one of them! And she definitely wanted first pick – well, perhaps it was a bit late for first, but she could certainly claim one before her cranky blue brother. She was quite competitive, to be sure, but given time she'd prove outgoing and social enough to balance it out well. And so, somewhat less clumsily than before, she sidled on over to the nearest body – Tana. The girl seemed a bit distracted by one of her other clutchsiblings, but that didn’t matter. The pink let out a short squawk - almost a bark - to get Tana's attention, teetering on the edge of the bed in her eagerness to get some of that food that smelled so delicious.
The blue, in the meantime, had managed to straighten himself out, sitting up on the bed and folding his wings neatly behind him. He turned his nose up at all the humans, for the moment, electing instead to inspect himself for any damage done by that stupid pink. He wasn’t in any hurry; he’d eat when he wanted to, thank you very much, and not just because his stomach was rumbling, or because there were all sorts of silly people crowding around and offering him food. He had no need for them. Huffing cantankerously to himself, he ruffled his wings a bit and covertly eyed his surroundings – or, in any case, he thought he was being pretty covert about it. He was large, for a blue; well-built and proportionate. He was predominantly a very light, very pale shade, though his markings caused him to stand out quite a lot more than he’d probably like. His head was much, much darker than the rest of him – a rich, deep blue – and the same color stretched in a single stripe down his back and ended at the tip of his tail; the contrast was rather striking, even if he couldn't have cared less what he looked like.
While the blue was surreptitiously sorting through the herd of hopeful humans, another egg, soundly in the middle of the clutch, was shaking with feverish fervor. This little hatchling was eager to be out, and oh if she could only get this sharding egg to crack… There! Finally! A little hole appeared at the top, and it was promptly widened as the pink[/color] within pushed herself up and out. Two feet planted soundly on the furs, she wriggled her rump until that too came free, and she stumbled forward with a triumphant trill. She was a tiny thing, even for a pink – small and slender, though with the way she carried herself you’d never know it. She was obviously a proud creature; head held high, strutting about on shaky newborn-legs but pleased with herself just the same. Her hide was a purplish-pink hue, smooth and rich and marred only by the splashes of more rosy-pink that stained her feet, as though she’d stepped in some paint or a puddle prior to her hatching. She was on the move almost immediately, strutting right on by her blue brother, and pausing only to give him a scathing once-over. What a grump! She just had to tell someone about him – she’d be an insatiable gossip and busy body once she’d had some time to grow - but who to tell? One of these people with food ought to make for a good audience – and look, that one was even holding some out, offering it before she’d even asked. How nice of her! And very fitting; she didn’t want to have to beg for it after all. Sauntering up to Malissa, the little pink took a large, hearty chomp out of the chunk of meat the girl was holding, before beginning to babble to her excitedly. The poor girl was no doubt being flooded with images of things the pink just couldn’t wait to share.
The blue, in the meantime, had nearly finished taking stock of the situation. Clearly, he wasn’t one to blunder unwisely into things, and now that he’d had a good look around he thought he might be ready to have something to eat – but what’s this? That little human thing over there was so small, what was she doing here? His clutchsiblings were all clumsy, starving idiots – lunatics, the lot of them! Why was that tiny human child allowed to be in such an obviously perilous situation? Creeling urgently, he hauled himself to his feet and waddled over to Amisi, hissing at any human he deemed to be standing too close to her. He slowed down only when he reached the edge of the bed, teetering precariously and wiggling with dismay. He couldn’t just jump at her; he might hurt her! That bigger human holding her, though, he looked pretty tough; he could handle it. Throwing himself at D’ji, hissing at the great big purple thing he hadn’t noticed before and that was suddenly way too close to comfort, the blue clung frantically to the man’s shirt and scrambled hastily up to the little girl, huffing and puffing the whole way. He wasn’t exactly a cheerful sort, but he was very protective; borderline paranoid, even, and he knew he wanted his Amisi well away from the mob of stupid people and stupid clutchsiblings. Anything could happen!
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The moment Aimeth’s call went out, Warren was up like a flash. Springing into the air from where he’d been curled up on his sleeping rider’s pillow, he blinked immediately between to Sonia’s weyr – but was back only a moment later, chiding himself for forgetting to bring his guest! Kyril was his, so obviously she needed to be there, to see the babies! She’d have front-row seats, if he had anything to say about it – or, rather, if Eulo didn’t have anything to say about it, because the purple was more than a little afraid of her. She’d chased him away from the clutch more than once, already, clearly determined to do everything on her own – which was all well and good, no complaints from him, but now that the eggs were hatching how could she not let him stay? And so he tucked in his wings and dropped unceremoniously onto his barely-conscious human, bouncing up and down on her shoulder until she came awake enough to roll over and swat him away.
“All right! Enough, Warren, I’m up.” He followed her around, practically buzzing with excitement, as she hastily got dressed and made her way sleepily out to the ledge. Ripariath, already awake, was more than happy to spirit them over to Aimeth’s ledge and drop them off, Warren clinging to Kyril’s shoulder and practically glowing. His eggs were hatching! How exciting was that?
Good morning Aimeth, Waroth.[/color] The blue was fairly certain his amicable greeting would be lost on Sonia’s green, but that was quite all right. The ledge was getting a bit crowded now, though, and he shuffled off to the side just as Waroth had done before him, attempting to take up as little space as possible. He didn’t say anything more for the moment, but his eyes were whirling a pleasant dark blue as he watched his rider and her firelizard disappear into the weyr. Kyril, for her part, offered Aimeth a polite nod and Sonia an apologetic smile before moving off to an out of the way corner of the room. Warren was nearly falling off her shoulder in his haste to greet Eulo, teetering in her direction and offering her hasty, but sincere congratulations, whistling softly and visibly animated. Not exactly hyper-active, but clearly excited; he’d have gone over to sit with her, but he knew he’d likely be bitten for his efforts, and so he only kept an eye on the hatchlings from his human’s shoulder, and watched happily as they began to Impress.
Here we are, G’lenMine. Now go and watch this hatching thing and be quick about it, I desire a bath.[/color]
Zeuth’s haughty command was softened by the good humor that laced his tone, and his rider answered only with a roll of the eyes and a “sure thing, your Highness”. The first few Impressions were already concluded by the time G’len ambled discreetly into the room, and so he offered Aimeth only a small bow and Sonia one of his signature grins in lieu of a more formal greeting. He left a less-than-pleased Zeuth at the door, insisting that the bronze weyrling would take up far too much space in what was no doubt an already crowded weyr. The moment his rider’s back was turned, however, the dragon promptly poked his head through the door in an attempt to get a glimpse of the clutch, curious in spite of himself.
G’len hadn’t mentioned to Zeuth that he meant to try and Impress one of the firelizards – the bronze had made it abundantly clear that ‘he had no use for one’, and no desire to share His with one of those ‘foolish creatures’, and so his rider had assured him he only wanted to have a quick look. G’len had been getting better at hiding things from his dragon, with practice; this would be an excellent test to see how far he was progressing. A little sleight-of-hand allowed him to lift some meat from one of the buckets as he passed on by, and Zeuth – who thought he was being so clever, snaking his head through the entryway behind his rider’s back - seemed to be none the wiser. His dragon had neither seen nor felt anything, then, and the boy grinned impishly, pleased at his success. Tucking the morsel of food up under his sleeve, he slipped through the crowd and came to the edge of the bed – fairly far away from the clutch, which he supposed was why the space hadn’t been occupied already, but he had a fairly good view of the goings-on nevertheless. Zeuth was going to throw a tantrum, should any of the hatchlings catch wind the food he’d hidden away and come to investigate, but that was half the fun. He could picture it so clearly, and it was a glorious image – that silly little king thought he had everything sorted out and in control? Gallen – G’len, shardit; stupid honorific! – would show him exactly who was in control in this partnership. It was childish, certainly, but he wasn’t above these sorts of shenanigans; it was all part of their dynamic. They infuriated each other at every opportunity, but the nearly constant push-pull was, ridiculously, what made them work.
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Post by Gray on Mar 3, 2011 1:06:29 GMT -5
Lyr was late to the party, but eventually she had heard of the flitter eggs, and had tried to get away, but Kida wouldn't let her. No. The girl was in one of her moods again. A mood that would only be helped by Lyr cuddling with her until she fell asleep. Due to the assasinations scaring the living daylights of of Lyr, she was happy to oblige. Once the toddler had drifted off, Lyr took a moment to tuck her in, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before leaving. Part of her hoped she could impress a flitter, bond to it, just to have a little friend. And part of her just wanted to watch.
The trip through the halls was easy enough, though Lyr was a bit unsure on which was actually Sonia's, not that she really knew who Sonia was. The young woman had yet to meet her. She was a bit nervous about barging into her another's wyer, but she stopped a blue rider, asking them politely if they could perhaps take her to the right weyr. Thankfully, they obliged, and Lyr thanked them profusely. Stepping onto the ledge, she gave the Blue rider and the Blue thankful smiles before turning to the weyr and those inside. She wondered who had impressed, and who hadn't. Slipping into the room, she looked at the Firelizards that had hatched already, they were so pretty. One hand dipped into the bucket of meat, picking up some, trying her best not to shudder. Raw meat felt gross, it was cold and squishy. Trying to distract herself, she turned to Sonia, she smiled a bit.
“Yours?” She asked, motioning to gold Eulo. She wanted to ask if it was ok if she stayed to watch, maybe to try, but the words caught in her mouth. So she kept quiet, standing at the back, content on watching. |
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Post by blue on Mar 3, 2011 8:47:05 GMT -5
Two more eggs hatched while Tana was trying to get the attention of the green or orange. One a clumsy pink, the other a blue that the pink had knocked out of his shell. And the pink—she was marching right towards Tana! The squawk made Tana jump and hurriedly hold the bit of meat out farther, to where the pink could reach it easily. "Look at you," she said, as if talking to one of her baby siblings. "Such a pretty thing, aren't you?" She knelt next to the bed, digging another scrap of meat from the bowl and offering it to the stout pink. "I've got lots of food for you, darling. We're going to be great friends, would you like that?"
The pink, apparently deciding that yes, she liked that idea very much, snatched the meat from Tana and devoured it, before hopping over to Tana's arm, where she could reach the bowl herself, since someone was being far too slow about feeding her. And where was the fun in being slow? There was so much to do, they couldn't just sit around eating all day! Though this meat really was quite nice… Temporarily sated, the pink twisted her neck to look up at Hers. Hmm, she would do. But she needed to have more adventures! And the pink knew exactly who could help with that—her!
Important matters settled, the pink returned to attacking the bowl of meat. Tana reached out with her free hand, running one finger along the flit's back, still a bit in shock that she had a flit now. A flit! What would she name it? Would it like her dragon, if she Impressed, of course? Would it like her? It was certainly an eager little thing, going by how it had managed to trip over its own tail—her own tail. Tana supposed it was a bit rude to refer to her as an it. And she really was gorgeous, with her almost-red coloring, and how it shaded back along her wings and tail… Yes, Tana was already besotted with her new pet and she didn't care who knew it.
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Post by RavenSong on Mar 3, 2011 12:25:30 GMT -5
Nara stiffened in terror as the dragon hissed at her, her wide eyes widening further, her pale face going chalk white. What had she done wrong? Naraevhyn wasn't fully sure, and definitely wasn't about to ask the irate green how she had erred. Surely what was said about greens' vanity is wrong, she thought to herself. She remained absolutely still, weighing the consequences of fleeing mentally until Sonia dragged her in, at which point she decided she was going to stand over in a corner of the weyr furthest from the bed and remain unseen. Sonia's yelling and the gold flit's screeching made her wonder about the wisdom of coming to see the flit hatching.
Then the dragon went and laid down on her couch. Naraevhyn checked to ensure there were no obstacles between her and the weyr door, then edged slowly towards the door. Once satisfied that she could flee quickly if necessary, she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, hunched her shoulders, and watched the eggs rock. The first crack made her blink, and she leaned forward to get a closer look. The orange flit made her smile softly, bemusement crossing her features at the young Queen's imperious air. The green falling off the bed made her giggle softly, and she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth so she wouldn't be noticed. They were followed by another green, a pink, a blue, a pink... the number of babies made Nara smile.
"They're so cute," Nara murmured to herself, watching folks Impress the baby flitters. Why, even a toddler got to Impress one of then! Oooh, he was protective. She watched Amisi and her new blue friend quietly, still pressed up against the wall. Unbeknownst to Nara, a new desire woke in her heart. She wanted someday to Impress a flitter of her own. Today, though, Naraevhyn stood back, assuming that none of these eggs would want her. She was too new!
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Post by matsi on Mar 3, 2011 15:54:01 GMT -5
H'to was amused as the eggs started to break open. He smiled to himself an was happy to just stand there, watching with calm eyes. He watched as the second largest egg split open and brought an orange, proud and pretty, into the world. He watched the orange with amusement as she tripped and toppled over. She looked upset about that turn of events, which only made him smile warmly, as if he was watching a human child taking its first steps. It was just as heart warming. Then the smallest egg split open. H’to was in awe as he looked at the pretty little green. She was beautiful, and her markings were phenomenal. He kept gazing at her, slightly eager to see who she wanted to be with. Clearly it wasn’t him, but that didn’t matter. Then another green hatched. She was just as pretty, but in her own way. He didn’t show any sign of disappointment as she wandered to the Bronze Rider. He would be a good choice, then again, all of the people here were good candidates for flitters. They were all probably better than he, but that didn’t stop him. He was just addicted to the little creatures. He loved their personalities, Dia’s craziness, Amour’s cuddliness, and now, well, he just wanted another one with a bizarre personality to add to his gang. Another that Dia and Amour would love so very much, or so he hoped.
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