Boo
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Post by Boo on Oct 7, 2012 8:00:20 GMT -5
Always with a flair for the dramatics, Agrippith was very displeased when her eggs started moving on the day they did. Sure it looked overcast but Agrippith had wanted her hatching steeped in drama and flair. A hatching to be remembered that was what she wanted. Even as she watched the egg on the outer rims of her little clutch, her eyes swirled displeased colours. That one. It was trouble. Exiled as it was on the outside still it was trying to cause problems. The orange did not like it at all. Briefly, she looked over at the other clutch mother. The one she had been sharing the sands with and drew her head up haughtily, looking skywards. Well, even if her children were picking the wrong time to hatch she knew they would still be glorious.
Lirone had left the sands for some lunch but she had left late, drawing out the moments. They had both seen the signs that the hatching would happen soon but she had also been hungry and couldn’t keep waiting for the eggs to hatch before she had anything to eat. Sometimes there were those who brought her food but most of the time Lirone did prefer to head to the Dining Hall herself. Agrippith would have preferred Lirone remain and now… She called her rider.
Lirone! Put down that food and come right away. The eggs are hatching. There is an egg that will hatch. Come.
In the middle of her meal, Lirone literally did drop everything. Cutlery clattered to the plate as she ran out of the Hall, past a few other people who had also taken late lunches.
Don’t just tell me, tell the candidates.
Ugh. I suppose you are right. I shall call them then. Agrippith replied graciously then to the Weyr at large, All should be present at the hatching of our children. Come forth and prove your worthiness to us.
Lirone was somewhat surprised that Agrippith had included Nikianath’s eggs in the call… She hoped the other orange had her children hatching too. Lirone finally made her way onto the sands and took in the sight of her dragon as Agrippith flared her wings and stared at the egg on the outside. It was moving a lot now. It would hatch soon.
“You have done well my dear.”
Lirone took a seat towards the front of the stands and waited, smiling softly at the other orange on the sands.
“Congratulations to both you ladies.”
She could see now, the egg was moving with even more vigour and enthusiasm, rocking back and forth aggressively on the sands until finally, it cracked ever so slightly.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 7, 2012 10:19:48 GMT -5
Halventh awoke, dragging L'xon with him, though the man's consciousness was nowhere as developed.
"I canfghhnch..." he protested into his pillow, then pulled the blue pillie dozing on the next cushion over onto his head. Halventh peered into the smaller rock chamber belonging to the rider: this complaint might have something to do with the effort of the previous evening's and morning's Flights. All four of them. L'xon had been so supportive! But Halventh's interests no longer lay in that arena- at least, no one was Flying right now. He headed out onto the ledge.
The Weyr was quiet, everyone tucked into their lunches.
Halventh tipped his snout to the gray sky, eyes glistening wintergreen and reflecting the puddles of clouds. He yawned to clear out the last of his own weariness, then slinked back into the weyr to retrieve his mate. The blue's nose prodded in through the doorway and sat there in plaintive demand, currents of sugary dragon-breath circling the room. L'xon turned over, eyes opening to pink-rimmed slivers. Halventh puffed, sending a jet of air right at the blond's face. L'xon covered his mouth and nose too late, groaning, and the dragon awaiting him rumbled back.
There was no escaping one's lifemate. L'xon sat up and began shuffling about the room, preparing himself for the remaining half of the day. He only noticed the young pillie clinging to his hair when he tried to wash it, and plucked Lexie off for storage in the corner of the bath. Clean and belting up a thin, professional brown jacket, he mounted Halventh's arm to discover where the blue was taking him today.
Halventh dove for the Hatching Sands, the first responder, though no call had yet gone out. He twisted in the short space between his ledge and the mouth of the great cavern, making L'xon grab for the single strap he had looped over his neck before take-off. As soon as his head pierced the echoing chamber of the Sands, Halventh bugled, his small blue voice amplified to many times its natural size.
Hail! he added to the two oranges already there. He circled just under the ceiling, focus rolling from one clutch to the other. L'xon narrowed his eyes.
Did you forget which one is yours?
Noooooooooo, Halventh insisted, arresting his orbit and descending to the ledge nearest Nikianeth- changing course at the last moment to land by Agrippith. He looked over his shoulder at L'xon, who rolled his eyes, but nodded. Halventh took up the tell-tale hum of his lineage, ticking his head back toward Agrippith. Despite the process of waking L'xon delaying his arrival, he had appeared just as the orange queen called those that would worship their children. I totally got here before the other guy, he gushed. One pale claw pointed at the wiggling egg, and Halventh prepared to chatter about its contents, but the occupant cracked its own shell and the onlooking father flared his wings in surprise, then fell into an awed silence.
At this first hint of healthy life, L'xon grinned too. It wasn't that he didn't trust Halventh, but he had never heard of a blue siring much beyond the very rare Flights of the tiny sport colors. And that was only one or two healthy eggs, hardly proof of virility by dragon standards. And Halventh was so young and...small, compared to the dragon he had sired with.
Sensing at least part of this apprehension stemmed from Halventh himself, L'xon patted the blue and leaned forward to call to Lirone. "If you need anything, call to us," he offered. Halventh had more direct notions of "assistance":
Can I sit on the Sands with you? he asked Agrippith, voice trembling off-focus from the intended orange and spreading to Nikianeth as well. Halventh stuck out his chest. On the Sands, he would be visible to the whole Weyr. This was a critical consideration in the seating arrangement!
Even if she wants you, Nikianeth won't, L'xon warned. Halventh deflated down onto his haunches, head hanging, but eyes still glittering Agrippith's way.
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Post by Reky on Oct 7, 2012 11:22:55 GMT -5
Skelis had meant not to leave her baby vinyard until she was finished the last of the harvest. There was no such thing as a Dalibor grape yet. The only plants that grew there were intruders - carefully-selected strains from the prestigious yards of Benden and the hardier, coastal regions of Tillek and the High Reaches peninsula. The hope was to, eventually, breed something distinct to Dalibor's climate, but plants were slow-growing things. There was much to do, but it could not be rushed.
She was late for lunch, but she had also been late for breakfast, so she was able to hold off for a little while longer. Lessons had kept her, but finally, she could give her babies attention. She laid each bundles of the grapes so gently in a padded basket, tasted one of each sort to check the quality. Perfect by her inexperienced journeyman standards, she was immensely pleased with how they had done for their first Turn in new soil. "You're all being terribly good," she told the plants. "Even you, Benden. I'm surprised."
And perhaps the vintnercraft was entirely unessential to Dalibor Weyr, but it was vital to Skelis' mental wellbeing. It kept her mind off of the stresses and anxiety of candidacy when she needed it. It kept her feeling close to home, despite being half a world away. Despite its closeness to her heart, though, when she heard Agrippith's voice and the low beginnings of the hatching hum, there was no contest. Her whole body leapt up, electrocuted. For a split second, she was panicked, but she sorted to put her valuable basket away in the shade for now and ran.
Skelis was in her room exactly long enough to change into her robes and sandals and nothing more. She dashed out to the sands and in her tall, heavy flurry, might have bumped into a scrawny boy near her height, but didn't stop. "Shards, I'm sorry!" was all she managed for him. The vintner hurried into line and swept into a deep bow. "Thank you -- Nikianeth, Agrippith," she breathed, and as she stood she finally allowed herself to contemplate her current state. She was out of breath. Her chest was overflowing with an intense, fluttering excitement and she knew not how to stamp it out. Stand still, she told herself. A quick swipe of her hand got her hair out her eyes, but she didn't bother with it any further. Was this finally happening? She had been at Dalibor for nearly a Turn and they had not yet had a dragon hatching. Hold yourself together, Skelis.
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Veritka, prior to being crashed into by a madwoman on his way to the Sands, had been sitting quietly, alone in his room. After lessons, he had eaten lunch and decided that his room needed cleaning more than he needed to go chat with all the cooks. They were so kind to him, but he ought to show that kindness to the floor of his living space as well. It had slowly accumulated over the past few days and had begun to drive him veritably crazy. Tunics looped about his feet when he walked through. The door caught on his second pair of boots when he tried to open it. It was absolutely ridiculous and he was more than fed up.
Of course, Veritka was not one to get angry, and especially not at inanimate objects that were only in the wrong places because he left them there. Cleaning was an entirely pleasant ordeal. He took immense satisfaction out of it. He even refolded his candidate robes and placed them neatly atop the wooden chest with his sandals beside. Then, he sat just as neatly on his bed and basked in the cleanness of it all.
His space felt so serene. It made him smile, but then he became aware of a growing energy invading it. He didn't know what it was, but he felt like something was up. Maybe the other boys were having a fight in the hallway? He was tempted to get up and look, but then he heard Agrippith. It all made sense. A stupid fight wouldn't have gotten him like that. They'd been taught that Hatchings could be pretty overwhelming, and now he was about to find out why.
He was glad that he had put his robes out just now, because he would have had a terrible time finding them with the adrenaline seeping into his system. He was flustered and his hands were shaking, but he got himself into his proper clothes despite. He almost knocked his looking glass off the chest in the process. He picked it up and fixed his hair in it, and then stared at his frightened, droopy eyes. Big nose. A wave of self-consciousness hit him. Would dragons like him? He was just some stupid boy from a hold nobody's even heard of. He didn't even look very good.
Defiantly, he tossed the looking glass onto his bed and made himself run. He had to get there in time; had to get there quickly! He had been so excited for the Hatching since he had arrived at Dalibor, but now his excitement had turned to nervousness. He had never been more nervous in his life. There was nothing ever to make him nervous at Cold River Hold. Everything was always the same there. Nothing like this ever happened. Nothing at Cold River even held a candle to a dragon hatching.
His course was interrupted by an overeager, speedy Skelis, but he shook it off and kept going. Once in line, he panted heavily and dropped into a respectful bow. (He'd practiced it a lot and thought it was a very good bow.) "Thank you for allowing me to Stand today, beautiful Queens," he said, and then straightened up tall. He saw the one egg rocking. He swallowed. Oh Faranth! [/blockquote] |
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Post by larkwing on Oct 7, 2012 13:04:39 GMT -5
STAY OFF MY SANDS YOU INSOLENT HATCHLING!!!!
The orange hissed as the other sub-queen's mate made a play to share the newly hatching dragonets' glory. This was the day meant for their children not themselves! Lips pulled back from sharp fangs, Nikianeth curled tighter around her three eggs, glaring at any and all that came close. Nearby, Armania was standing by the orange trying to calm the angered clutchmother. It was never good to make a dragoness angry with you.
Easy Niki!
She steals the attention with her clutch from my children. Allows her champion to stay on the sands that I share with her. Even the candidates have yet to come and greet my eggs.....this is war! I will no longer tolerate her Armania!
Snapping her teeth the sub-queen looked down at her unmoving eggs, eyes whirling a terrified red and orange. They do not stir! They do not shake! She has killed them!!! Screaming the orange nuzzled the largest egg gently, her focus now on the trio she had layed. Come out, come out my sweet child. My love, please come out and play.
It was another that answered her call however, the smallest egg rocking back and forth in a spastic motion. There was a need for it, there was a dire need for happiness out there! A tiny crack lined the edge of the hardened shell, and the orange mother picked it and crooned trying to tempt the dragonet out further. Wings spreading against the confines of its prison, a shrill cry came from Nikianeth's egg.
Another crack followed behind, and finally a form wet with egg-goo pushed through the egg shell and gasped at the air. It was tiny, small and frail in appearance and glistening with a newborn's shine, but it was alive. Blinking away goo from her eyes, the pink cheeped up after mother, head tilting from one direction to another.
Well.....this was interesting.
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"Pink. Lovely." Kurosaki sighed as he leaned against the far wall of the hatching caverns. He was toward the back of the candidates when the first hatchling had decided to make an appearance. It was a good thing he was tall. Beside him a female candidate glared at the tiny hatchling that was still only head out of its shell. "Useles. It's just another fighter." Suya snorted, her arms crossing as she shook her head. Let it to to Mayrie, she was here for a Sub-Queen if one showed up.
"Honestly? You're a stick in the mud." Kuro pushed off from the wall his head turning to listen to the gentlelpitter-pat of raindrops. "It's raining." Moving toward the sands he ignored Suya's exasperated sigh of "thank you Mr. Obvious." |
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twitchie
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Post by twitchie on Oct 7, 2012 13:04:54 GMT -5
Yrri stirred in her sleep, then opened an eye.
Was... was that a voice in her dreams? No, not a voice. A dragon voice!
AND THE EGGS WERE HATCHING!
In a blur of flailing limbs, Yrri managed to throw herself out of the bed, nearly upsetting the tiny, tiny table and just barely caught herself from meeting the wall.
Eggs. Eggs!!
The estatic girl thought she was going to pass-out for a moment, as she was still half-asleep, and breathing fast. Her head tingled, vision darkened a second, then returned to normal.
"Um...Um! Mee....m- Meena?? The eggs! Hatching!"
Yrri didn't give any details, and she blurted bits of words between slipping on sandels and tugging on her robe.
She took maybe a second to drag a brush through her hair, half-hearted fixing the messy brown locks. There wasn't much to style anyway, and nothing mattered too horriblely much, EXCEPT dragonets! She didn't care if she looked like she'd just wrestled a wherry. THERE WAS PRECIOUS TIME TICKING AWAY!
"See you on the Sands!"
Yrri yelled excitedly, and jogged down the hall. That jog changed to a race. Must. Get. To. Dragons. Now. NOW!
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The heat quickly brought red to the girl's cheeks, and made her neck feel sticky. But, even the scalding sand burning her heels alittle hardly drew Yrri's attention from the wobbling eggs.
One of those shells... might hold her life long companion... Someone... Someone who would not care if she royally screwed up or someone who would always support her...
But.. She couldn't truely be...
STOP!
Yrri firmly decided this was not how she'd think.
With a smile, Yrri bowed to the Mothers like a boy would, not even aware she really should have curtsied...
"Thank you for allowing me this chance. Thank all of you. It is such... a very very special honor. I hope to be worthy enough to Impress, but if not, I am ever grateful for this chance."
She really was... Truely. Her heart was so loud, but so glad too.
A twitching then shattering egg caught her eye, and she stared in awe at the excited little pink.
OH she was so cute!
Yrri's grin widened, and she chuckled at the sudden burst of that hatchling.
Excited to be free?
She wondered...
{Derp, fixed my total fail of name-writing.. x.x;}
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Post by Kestrel on Oct 7, 2012 14:02:56 GMT -5
Viyeri was not looking forward to the afternoon in the slightest. What was it with the weyr assigning him all the outdoor, physically intensive chores lately? And this wasn’t just any outdoor grunt work, either—he was going to have to muck out the runner stables. He took a moment to mourn the great tragedy of his life that he had sunk so far from such high beginnings that he should now be assigned to such unsavory tasks, and that his future was no more than a dim tunnel for him to travel, with little more to look forward to but the promise of more laborious, dirty chores he would one day be given. Dramatic whims satisfied, he strode off toward the dining hall, humming a tune that was stuck in his head.
He wasn’t halfway to the epicenter of the good food-smells suffusing the weyr tunnels, though, before he felt an entirely different kind of humming—one he had been slow to notice due to being occupied with making similar noises himself. But a dragon’s hum was unmistakable, and soon became overpowering—Viyeri stopped in his tracks, frowning for a moment before deftly turning around and running right back in the direction he’d come from.
His first feeling was a bit of agitation that the hatching just had to start before he could get some food in him—he was hungry, shardit, and there was no telling how long he’d be standing on the hot sands before those left standing were allowed to get back to the less exciting life of the unimpressed. His disgruntled feeling was soon replaced, however, by a burst of happiness: the hatching surely meant that his afternoon chore was cancelled! Perhaps Viyeri enjoyed hatchings less than most candidates, but they were still far, far better than an afternoon spent outside, knee-deep in runner-filth. Though really, that wasn’t hard to beat.
Viyeri burst into his room, ready to get started making himself presentable for the clutchmothers, but was instead promptly smacked in the face by a brass pillie, who had somehow managed to launch himself across the room with a mid-air somersault. Hehe![/color] he said proudly, quite oblivious to the nose-related pain he had just caused his favorite audience, though his feelers fell a bit as a less-than-pleased Viyeri scrambled awkwardly past him and began tugging on his candidate robe. He?[/color] he said, confused and a little upset at being ignored, tapping a foreleg against Viyeri’s now sandled-foot. “Sorry little guy, it’s a big day today. Hatchings and all that, you know. Important stuff. I’ll be back later.” Viyeri felt rather silly talking to a pillie, but his conscience prevented him from just rushing off without a word to the disappointed waterbug. Fortune seemed relatively satisfied by this, and waddled back to his bucket as Viyeri left, making his way quickly across the grounds to the entrance to the sands.
He took his place with the other candidates with little of the hesitation or apprehension he’d felt before—he was becoming quite practiced at this. There were a few familiar faces around, and L’xon, apparently, was already there—oh, of course, Halventh had been the one to catch the orange, hadn’t he? After the usual bow to the clutchmothers, his eyes sought out the proud blue, and he smiled. This was all most definitely going to go to Halventh’s head, wasn’t it? He turned his attention back to the eggs—not many were moving yet, but he was sure they would soon. The candidates wouldn’t have been called there otherwise. And wait—there was one already! A pink, it looked like. So it began again.
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Post by kireon on Oct 7, 2012 14:56:10 GMT -5
Thedor woke on that overcast morning feeling like the glorious light of the sky had chosen to descend and hide itself within the massive expanse of his chest. It was going to be quite the fine day, something whispered that much the same way he and Mediles had once as mere boys long ago during long, insufferably boring nights. How their parents had managed to figure out what they were up to was still, to this day, a mystery to the tall, strapping teen. And, to this day, he still swore by the mightiest of dragons, Faranth, that both of his beloved parents had the ears even the most talented of Harpers would envy.
He rather didn't realize that his little issue with volume control was usually the culprit.
This fine autumn morning had been spent more than enthusiastically working the bellows and stocking the forges with all the irons they could handle in their fires. His apprenticeship would continue here, at Dalibor, and he was most excited to learn more and contribute to a fledgling weyr a mere ten Turns old. Breakfast had been a magnificent affair, once again with his brother at his side for fine conversation that he generally wound up distracted from for one matter or another.
This one matter, this morning, had been pillies.
Bugs ranging all shades of black, pink- pink! who'd ever heard of a pink bug?- green and an assortment of others that had left him wide eyed and highly interested. Such fine, unusual specimens, why, he wouldn't be the least surprised if they were exclusive to Dalibor alone!
During an excessively enthusiastic lunch, of which he had a fourth helping, Thedor was surprised by an announcement blaring through his mind. A wide smile as he drained the contents of the ceramic mug. The hatching had begun! He and Mediles would surely be chosen by the finest Dalibor had to offer on this day! "This is a cause for celebration, candidates of Dalibor Weyr, assemble!" Thedor bellowed, smashing his mug upon the stone floor and bolted out with all the grace and danger of a charging dragon to the Barracks to change. He'd brought his own robe, as the blasted thing had been custom tailored for his... unusual stature.
No sign of Mediles, but knowing how brilliant that baby brother of his was, he would certainly already be on the Sands, looking as poised and well mannered as he usually was. Ahh, but if only their parents could see their sons now, it would surely bring a proud tear to their eyes.
Striding proudly upon the sands, the great giant of a boy made a sweeping bow, much as he'd spent more time than he would ever admit trying to replicate the naturally fluid movements his brother used so very often, and greeted the two queens. "My queens, I offer my greatest gratitude upon allowing me to Stand for your clutches this fine day! Long may you and your riders, and your children live!" And glanced for his brother. Surely he would be around somewhere, they must stick together as brothers do!
It was while searching for that dastardly brother of his, that Thedor was distracted by a fine pink who had clutched upon the sands. How tiny she- he believed the pink was quite certainly a she, anyway- was! Why, he could hold that little baby in the palm of one hand and have her curl up within it with room to spare!
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Oct 7, 2012 15:30:07 GMT -5
Agrippith looked over at the other orange and hissed, eyes whirling red as the queen raged. Head lowered dangerously. She had killed before and could do so again if the display kept up.
Stop.
Agrippith was distracted by the voice in her mind and looked back at her rider. The normally angry orange raised her head again and eyes whirled with worry this time as Lirone walked a little closer to her.
This is not a day for you, it is not a day for her. It is a day for the candidates and for your children… To live and to find new life. What kind of encouragement would you give them if you attacked another on the sands?
In the midst of her humming, Agrippith rumbled softly with understanding. Her rider was quite correct… Still, that egg out there was trouble and she knew it already! Agrippith was glad she had it separated from the rest of the clutch!
A noise made her look over and she spotted the doting sire of her clutch. Appropriately awed into silence by a crack in the egg. Agrippith once again drew herself up proudly, ignoring the angry calls from Nikianeth. When asked the question of sitting on the sands, Agrippith almost agreed but then realised something.
No. Mine says this is a day for our children.
Lirone, hearing the exchange smiled encouragingly at Agrippith knowing how difficult it had been for her dragon to even make that judgement herself. Lirone walked over to L’xon and smiled.
“It would be best to keep him off… It could confuse the dragonets.”
Now, however, the candidates were arriving and Agrippith was suitably pleased with the greetings given her. Each thankyou brought a haughty, proud expression from Agrippith, but different calls made her look over. One of the eggs had hatched completely… A pink? It was still not the right time! There was no drama, there was no rain, Agrippith wished they could have held on a little longer.
The egg on the outer rim of the clutch started moving faster, shuffling its way slowly out of the sand that Agrippith and Lirone had built up around it in order to keep the egg and the dragonet enclosed within nice and warm despite the cool Autumn air. There was already a pink and it was almost as though this made the dragon within want to join the other on the sands. With calm dignity the dragon within pushed on her egg displaying a green hide as a claw punched through the confines. The dragonet pulled herself from the egg, wriggling only slightly so that she would completely break free. Then all could see her. A green and a magnificent one at that as she showed with splayed wings almost immediately. Green with an over colour of a bright, shiny almost jade glean. The dragonet looked herself over and decided something. She was absolutely beautiful, the most beautiful in the world. Wings splayed almost immediately to show this and she performed something of a turn to check herself over.
Still gooey from hatching but the green figured that could be fixed fairly easily. No need to worry about that. Suddenly, the wings dropped as she looked around at the eggs. Well, no wonder she had been so cold. Everything was in the wrong order! Mother dear did you not see how these eggs are arranged? It would have been much better had they all been arranged in quite a different way. Oh her mother had been so silly. Perhaps she could still fix this. At the angry glare from the orange dragoness, the green hummed softly and shook her head with what could only be called a smile. Some dragons just needed all the help they could get to run things properly. The dragonet trotted over to the eggs and studied them thoughtfully, examining the way in which they were organised.
Then she noticed two things. First, there was another dragon on the sands and second… Another egg was moving. It was a small egg and as the green approached it moved with still more enthusiasm but the green turned away to the pink to offer advice. The pink, she reasoned, should be sure to pick a good match. Look at them first of course but one of those here would be with her forever. It had to be someone good. With the well-intentioned advice given, the green dragonet trotted back towards the eggs, her wings held out again proudly.
From the egg that had been moving, a black emerged. Oily and sleek, this black practically rolled from his egg and then jumped out of his roll as though he was a well-practiced tumbler. He stood very still, surveying the area and then turned to the green. She was looking at him funny… He didn’t really like that at all but he made no movement as she chirped a quick hello, both dragonets staring at one another. The green almost surprised whilst the black now seemed interested in her and what she had to say, cocking his head slightly to one side. Satisfactorily convinced she was indeed a strange dragon, the black looked around the sands, judging everything before he suddenly ran off.
He was a streak as he ran around the sands, past Thedor kicking sand onto the burly man and then darting around Kurosaki. The randomness of his path was anything but as he weaved in and out of candidates at a pace that could only be compared to that of a hatchling wher. If there was one thing, this dragon was fast. He ran around the back of Viyeri and headbutted the back of the man’s knee, waiting for the briefest of moments, watching him for the reaction and then ran off again.
The small dragonet tumbled into a roll again, darting towards his egg. With tiny claws, he grabbed shards of it and placed them on the sands, looking at each one. The green trotted over to watch but a wing was drawn around the eggshells to cover them from view. Had someone been able to see, one could make out the pattern of the way in which candidates were standing with little impressions in the sand a marking of the location of the eggs. The black, with his claw, drew and impossibly intricate design around the diagram and then looked at one candidate in particular. He had judged them all and found one he liked in particular. She seemed funny and excitable but smart at the same time… He liked the smell of her too. That stuff he would enjoy very much. The black brought his wing down and spotted the green trying to look at him and his work. As interesting as she was, he could not stay. Farewell green, I hope we shall meet again he seemed to say. As he walked past, the green ‘accidentally’ brushed her tail along his sleek hide causing the black to be momentarily distracted as she wandered off to another egg.
Once she had done so, the black seemed to shake his head and then tore off towards the candidates again, this time at a slightly slower pace and not flicking sand everywhere. He came to a stop before his chosen and looked into her eyes, standing with great dignity. The decision he had made had been known to him almost as soon as he had hatched but he’d had to be sure.
Skelis. Tiberth has judged and studied each candidate and has come to a conclusion. You are good for me. I wish to serve this Weyr and serve you. I like the smell of you and hope you can show me what makes this smell. You are for me and I am for you. I noticed you’re looking very white today. Tiberth looked up and down the candidate with a critical air, I hope I did not frighten you… Haha…
It was an awkward laugh but with the speech and the rainbows through his eyes, he had made his Impression.
 {Image copyright Reky!! The amazing fabulous Reky!} Although this black may seem dull, boring, stoic and calm to the untrained eye, he actually harbours a very dry sense of humour. Tiberth prefers being on the ground, which is a strange thing indeed for a dragon. Even stranger than this is his movement on the ground, which is lithe and quick. To this end he is extremely agile and a highly accomplished fighter even at birth. He holds no desire to soar above the ground before it is necessary or permitted unlike some of his siblings. As a hatchling he could probably keep up with some of the hatchling whers. By some of his siblings he may be called ‘gloomy’ but to his bonded he is quite alive and enthusiastic. Indeed, he would also be the type of dragon to enjoy a good drink with a few of his closest buddies if he were able to. He will only really show the loose side of himself to his bonded and their closest friends. This is simply because he tries to maintain an air of authority and dignity in public but amongst those he considers friends, he feels far more comfortable. Amongst friends he has a very dry sense of humour and can be quite sarcastic at times. His jokes may fall flat on some but he at least hopes his bonded will understand him. If not then he will just try again until he gets a laugh. He finds all other types of comedy utterly hilarious but will only laugh in the company of people he is close to. His dignified manner reflects in his work. If his bonded was given a promotion, he would be a reluctant part of it only because he believes his duty is amongst the fighters. This is what he is best at and it is what he will try to do. Not politically minded, his strength is in militant strategy. Congratulations to the dragon that gets Tiberth as a wingrider for he will be very accomplished at thinking up the most intricate but effective methods of fighting Thread. These things he will go over in great detail with his bonded, pushing bits of rock around to represent specific dragons. Politics bore Tiberth and what he truly enjoys doing is flying with the others and proving his skills as a fighter. He could certainly prove an effective leader but he would hate sitting with his bonded having to go over paperwork. He respects all of his siblings and his parents. To NONAMEATTHEMOMENT he holds a particular interest, thinking her a rather interesting dragon. Although she has plots and schemes he will listen to them but perhaps not partake in them. Tiberth has a deep, black hide. It is very sleek and almost shiny when the light hits it. This is because he insists on being oiled often so as to appear the most dignified he can. There are a couple of smoky gray patches on his legs and underbelly but mostly he is a very solid black colour. He looks very chic and smooth. Very glossy black and looks extremely classy. Like a classy handbag.
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Post by Cathaline on Oct 7, 2012 15:57:39 GMT -5
This might be Mediles's first hatching, but he felt as though he'd been waiting for it his whole life. For a sevenday now, he'd been convinced each day would be the day, but he had not yet lost heart. Today. It would be today. He'd barely been listening to his brother's breakfast-time rantings, and he deliberately elected to grab a couple meatrolls and go for a stroll rather than risk being caught up in Thedor's enthusiasm again. He needed to stay focused. Although deep down he knew Thedor was destined to ride a king, a part of him desperately hoped that his brother's frivolity would turn the dragons away.
Of course, then his thoughts turned to his own possible Impression. Something had kept him from being Searched until Agnith came along, and he had a feeling Agnith would Search anyone who was kind to her. What if there was something wrong with him? What if all the dragonets ignored him, or worse, mauled him?
Well, time would...
Today would tell! As soon as Agrippith called and the hum of dragons settled into his bones, he took off running for the barracks. Fortunately, he beat his brother there, and squirmed into his robe as quickly as possible. He was among the first on the sands, and he stayed firmly to the side of the group as the boys filed in. It was not necessary to be front and center. On the outskirts, a dragon who wanted him could find him easily, he figured, and one who did not could avoid him, yes? Simple.
Bowing to the dams, he said, "I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to stand for your fine clutches. You are radiant, and your children will be as well."
The pink was cute, and the green was stunning in her way, but frankly Mediles would have thought the most grotesque little creature was perfect. This was his first hatching, after all. Their egg-wet, gangly forms called to him, and he watched with keen eyes as the energetic black raced around and finally Impressed. Skelis was a good choice, from what little he knew of her, and he offered her a smile and a congratulatory gesture. It was not really for her; a newly-Impressed girl would not be looking at her audience. No, it was for the other Candidates, so that they would know he was friendly and kind.
Then he went back to watching the dragonets. The pink would go to Yrri, he decided. She could use a pink, in his opinion. The green...perhaps Suya.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 7, 2012 16:48:32 GMT -5
Halventh's head rolled back as if Nikianeth's rejection had physical impact. Though L'xon had started to droop forward on the ridge in front of him in a belated expression of weariness, he elected to leave so his blue could enact the full range of motion on his theatrics. He got up and stumbled down Halventh's arm to the ledge, only to find himself greeted by Lirone. The blond rubbed his eyes, and nodded.
"Yeah, I find him pretty confusing at least once a day."
L'xon's dragon failed to retort, and L'xon followed Halventh's gaze past Lirone to the golden Sands. "There's one- oh, it's Nikianeth's. I mean, I guess the eggs are all being polite, hatching at the same time." He chewed on his lower lip as Agrippith's own early starter whirled in its pit aside from the other eggs. When a shimmering green burst free, the resultant surge from Halventh had L'xon pumping one fist in the air. He shouted, but Halventh bugled, clearing out all the smaller noises in the atmosphere.
Though Halventh still ogled on, L'xon retracted his arm with a blush. His eyes stole over to the Candidates entering, and among them were other eyes, peering back- the color deepened. "Uhm, excuse me," he said to Lirone with a short bow, then took off down the steps of the stands to the lower barrier. Once it was clear that the little black was heading over to the women, and that the green was playing at being undecided, the bluerider cupped his hands around his mouth. "It's your day, Viyeri!"
He really had no proof to back his confidence. But it had just occurred to him that Viyeri might even receive one of Halventh's off. And that- what would that mean? It just felt good to think about.
I can do that!
Really?
...maybe.
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Post by kelsin on Oct 7, 2012 17:27:42 GMT -5
Not for the first time since her arrival, Kelsira wondered what she had gotten herself into. The difference in culture that some enjoyed when they came to the Weyr, left the miner feeling confused. She wasn't a stick in the mud, it was just that she was having a hard time adjusting. It was awkward, but she was determined to eventually feel less awkward, if not entirely comfortable. Briefly, she considered laying abed and missing breakfast, but in the end decided to stop whining and go do something productive. Breakfast, would be the first step in doing this.
A couple of hours later, she was glad that she'd bothered to have breakfast. Her candidate chore working in the stables, left her tired and slightly hungry. Kelsira decided that instead of heading straight to lunch, she'd head back to the barracks, to clean up and change clothes. Idly, she wondered when the eggs would hatch. she hadn't been at the Weyr long, but the weyrfolk had been taking bets as to when the clutch would hatch, and the make up of the clutch. Wrapping her wet hair up, she set about getting ready to go to lunch, when she heard a strange humming sound.
Stopping in her tracks, she stuck her head out the door to see several candidates rushing past her door, white robes flying. Shrieking, Kelsira ducked back into the room and flung on her candidate robe and sandals. She hadn't been there long enough to have one made, so her robe was a little big. Tying the sash tighter, she joined the flood of candidates making their way down to the Sands. Entering, she slowed as she approached the clutches. Bowing, she thanked the dams for allowing her to stand before taking her place with the other girls.
As the dragonets began to hatch, she couldn't help but grin as they moved around the sands. She clapped along with the rest as the Black Impressed. She didn't know the girl very well, but Kel was still happy for her. Turning her attention back to the eggs, she waited to see if the dragonets on the sands would Impress before the next eggs hatched.
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Post by turkoizdog on Oct 7, 2012 17:36:06 GMT -5
Meena rolled over in bed, burying her face in the pillow. She was having a wonderful dream, and her roommate was waking her out of it by stumbling around in the dark. The dream was, that the eggs were hatching, and Meena was finally going to get her dragon.
Um...Um! Mee....m- Meena?? The eggs! Hatching!
"Not now Mom, five more minutes. Dreaming of dragons." she mumbled half into her pillow. She smiled to herself, wondering which dragon her dream would give her.
See you on the Sands!
The door slammed and Meena jolted upright. Sands. Hatching. Eggs.
Dragons.
"Ohmygod they're hatching!" she squealed. Leaping out of bed, she flipped her hair around so it went from looking bedhead-messy to intentionally-messy, slipped on her sandals (the one time she wasn't planning on going barefoot), and headed out to the sands, pulling on her robe as she went.
Meena got to the sands just in time to see a black stopping right before Skelis. The first Impression had already been made. "Aww!" She smiled. If this is all that happened when candidates Impressed, then this would be easy. Meena had heard stories of dragons hurting or even killing candidates, and hoped that this wouldn't happen here.
She looked around. A green and a pink were both there as well, and the other eggs had not yet hatched. Now, was there something she was supposed to do? Oh yes.
"Thank you very much for the opportunity to be here for this hatching. It is the greatest honor to stand, regardless of whether or not I succeed in Impressing." she said, curtsying as she did so.
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Post by thyme on Oct 7, 2012 17:51:23 GMT -5
Owethu stretched causing his back to click as he sat down at the far end of Thedor’s table. He had been assigned kitchen duty today which meant that his lunch break got cut short since he was the one actually cooking the food. He would have just enough time to scarf down some food before heading to his next chore. He took a large drink of juice just as incomprehensible message blew through his brain. He didn’t have time to think as the burly man stood up and screamed about hatchings and celebrations and candidates. There was a second of a dull buzzing in his head before…he spat his juice out all over the table splashing some of the people who had the unfortunateness to be sitting next to him. Owethu stood up slowly, almost dream-like, as he swung his legs over the bench to follow the other candidates out. He didn’t quite remember telling himself to run but a moment later he was sprinting out of the dining cavern towards the barracks.
The eggs were hatching…today.
Owethu skidded into his room in the barracks and ripped open his wardrobe. Why did his closest suddenly seem so full? Why did he own so many white things? He threw a white shirt on the ground irritably and continued to tear through his wardrobe till his fingers closed around the robes he was looking for. He tried to change into them but his fingers kept fumbling on his shirt’s buttons. His shoe laces seemed to be tied three times tighter than usual. He could already hear the footsteps of the other candidates rushing past. He was going to be late! The oranges were going to eat him! He pulled the robes over his head and slipped the sandals onto his feet completely oblivious to the fact that the robes were on backwards as he tore out of the barracks.
Owethu arrived at the sands just a few seconds behind the majority of the candidates. He slowed his pace to a walk as he entered the sands as something told him running onto the sands would be highly inappropriate and might result in his imminent demise. He stopped completely dumbfounded by the scene before him. The oranges stood proudly by their clutches as the eggs rocked some more than others. Something tugged at the back of his mind…instructions or something…something he was supposed to do…that he couldn’t forget. ‘Bow,’ He thought, ‘BOW!’ He forced himself out of his rigid posture and into a deep bow. He opened his mouth to try to say something…then closed it…then opened it…his eyes darted first to Nikianeth and then Agrippith and then back and then back again before he managed to force out one words, “Thanks.” It came out several octaves higher than Owethu could ever remember his voice being.
Owethu glanced nervously at the two oranges before moving off to join the steadily forming ring of male candidates. His eyes darted between the two clutches wondering which egg would hatch first. It couldn’t be long now. That one egg was shaking so hard it had already cracked. Nikianeth’s egg won as the egg seemed to open with a Pern-shattering crack spilling a small pink onto the sands. The words Eller had said at their parting floated to the forefront of his mind, ‘Don’t scare the dragonets between!’ He gulped trying to force his mind away from his fears and focus on calm, welcoming thoughts like they had been instructed.
The next egg to hatch revealed a beautiful, bright jade green dragonet. She was sure of herself the moment she stepped onto the sands yet she didn’t seem interested in Impressing instead she swept about the sands with a practiced grace. The next egg to hatch was a sleek black dragonet. The black broke into a sprint which immediately brought back Owethu’s memory of the black wher. He shuddered hoping that he wouldn’t turn out as vicious. The black was not as it turned out since he went over to one of the girl candidates, Skelis was her name if Owethu remembered correctly, and his eyes burst into the rainbow of Impression. Owethu couldn’t help but feel slightly encouraged. Three dragonets had hatched and no maulings. There had probably been ten maulings already by this time in the wher hatching.
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Post by larkwing on Oct 7, 2012 22:12:14 GMT -5
Yeah, I was in the dark
I was falling hard
With an open heart
I'm wide awake
How did I read the stars so wrong
Little beings! There were more little beings!
Chirping, the pink craned her neck backwards, her swirling eyes red jewels against the gloom of the hatching cavern. That green was interesting, but she was odd as well. Why try to fix everything when it was so much more beautiful the way it was? Blinking, the dragonet sat in her egg, quite content where she was. Yes, for now this was where she was meant to be. Except, that place never lasted long now did it?
For a creature so young, especially one that was usually thought as simple, the pink was quite intuitive about such things. Or at least, that's what she came to think as her head turned this way and that to take in her surroundings. Out. Out of your egg little one! Making a pitiful sound, the pink nuzzled her mother's nose, flapping a wing that had managed to snake its way out of the confines of her shell.
More. Come out more now. Nosing the dragonet's tiny frame from the egg, Nikianeth crooned. A claw tentatively scratched along the egg's surface, the sub-queen rolling her daughter to the sand so that the pink could crawl out onto the hot grains. She laid there afterwards, chest heaving with breath as she looked around and waited for the world to stop spinning.
Nodding, Nikianeth left her firstborn there, turning to the largest egg and crooning sadly. Surely her little queenlet would make an appearance, surely it would now! Armania followed the dragon's line of sight, shaking her head as the large beast shuffled on her feet happily when it finally started to move in response. She's coming! She's coming! Even the pink stopped to look toward her larger sibling as the egg shook again, her mind stealing itself away from watching her green sandsmate.
Here she comes, my daughter! My beautiful daughter! At long last the shell broke free from the dragonet's body, the decent sized creature tumbling onto the sands with a cry. Instantly the dragoness stopped her humming, looking at the hatchling quizzically and tilting her head from one side to another. You...are not my....daughter. From beside the orange came a sound of laughter, Armania leaning against Nikianeth's frame as she watched the shaken hatchling spread its wings and tumble once more onto the sands.
"Relax Niki. He's a beautiful brown." Snorting, the orange ruffled her wings, beside herself. It didn't seem to phase the brown all that much though. He knew how important he was, he knew how much the world needed him! Prancing around, the little sub-king shook out wings once more, sneaking between his mother and his egg to glance at his small sister. She chirped back to him, padding up to him and then hissing as the larger dragonet attempted to croon a sweet nothing.
His false words would not fool her! He tried again, shaking his head and attempting to reassure her that yes, if only she came to his side then things would work out great. He even ran around her in circles, enticing her with games to make her forget his previous words. The pink only stood there and watched, obviously not amused. There was a time to play, but one should never use it to appease others only to go against them. She saw through his games, or at least that's what she replied.
Disheartened the brown started to stalk over to the green from the other orange's clutch. Surely she would understand! Meanwhile, the pink had slid under her mother's feet again, the orange taking her current daughter as a consolation prize of sorts for the would be queenlet that had never come. In an attempt to cheer Nikianeth the hatchling even ran out and head-butted the last egg of their little trio, but it only proved to make the dragoness angry.
Sweeping out her tail, the orange pushed her pink hatchling away from the remaining egg and that of Agrippith's clutch and toward the candidates. Go. The command was cold, but enforced with a certain sort of motherly advice. Sighing, the pink shook her head, determined to make the most of it. She had to take advantage of the situation she was given, and currently that meant moving on and finding her place with one of those strange looking things.
Except, they were so odd looking weren't they? Sniffing at some of the females, she paused at Suya, shaking her head at the girl's disapproving glare. No, that one certainly would not do. Even the next few; Yrri, Meena, and Kelsira were not right either. Instead, she kept moving, always looking for that light in the dark. It could not be found among the females though, that she was sure. She needed one that was strong, but not of body. No, her brother would want that, not her. She needed more....she needed.....
You! I needed you! Oh, your Kallyeith thought she would never find you....but no. I always knew you were here somewhere. My brother was wrong, he said I needed him to succeed. He is wrong, he needs us! Just like your brother needs you as well. First though I require sustenance!!!! To the bloody meat carcasses, and then...let us seize the day My Th'or!
I'm wide awake
And now it's clear to me
That everything you see
Ain't always what it seems
I'm wide awake
Yeah, I was dreaming for so long
I wish I knew then
What I know now
Wouldn't dive in
Wouldn't bow down TH'OR OF PINK KALLYEITH Gravity hurts
You made it so sweet
Till I woke up on
On the concrete
[/i] [/size][/right] Personality:Energetic and full of life, Kallyeith is a ray of sunlight to the core. The pink is happiness and rainbows most of the time, always quick to look for the good in even the darkest of situations. However, that doesn’t mean the little girl wants to just sit by and spout of pretty words. She’s a dragoness with a warrior’s heart, wanting to fight for the beauty she sees and take control of situations if she can. However, her own emotions often overwhelm her as well, and it seems that almost constantly she obsesses over making those she is around as happy as possible. The real clown of her siblings, Kallyeith takes any downside and makes something good out of it, even when it isn’t the most appropriate of times or situations. To add to this she is quite competitive with others and thinks she is the best at everything simply because no one else can do it like Kallyeith can. Appearance:Starting at her head with a pale, almost icy sort of pink tinged white, Kallyeith's coloring fades into a dark, rosy magenta by the time it hits her tail. Over all she'll never completely get rid of that somewhat iridescent look that being wet gives most creatures. Her hide just catches the light in that way. There is a darker magenta that speckles her face and neck, as well as a more traditional purple-to-pink color that is apparent on her wing tips. Build wise, Kallyeith is always going to be fragile. From the moment she was born she was a tiny thing, and as her rider first thought, she could quite literally curl up in his hand almost...if her tail was wrapped around his arm. She has thin, falcon-like wings and an arching neck and tail however that seem to elongate her already thin body. Likewise, her legs, though short now, will grow quickly later on and make her seem lanky as an adult. There will always be something like a newborn runnerbeast about her though, and often she is clumsy on land whereas in the air she will be much more adept.
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Post by Reky on Oct 8, 2012 12:45:40 GMT -5
Skelis was soon able to draw herself down to a manageable size of energy; to compress her nerves and excitement into something that would allow her to stand still and strong, just like they had been instructed to so many times. Watch the eggs and the dragonets, but don't go looking around for your friends and family. Don't stare at the mothers. Don't say anything. That any candidate should have a problem with the simple traditions baffled her. It wasn't that she disliked the girls beside her - Meena, Yrri, Suya, Kelsira, all good and happy girls - but she didn't feel the need to share anything with them. They were all watching the same glory unfold on the hot sand. In the moment, that was all there was and all that needed to be.
She saw Nikianeth's daughter pink; saw Agrippith's green daughter hatch and the black so lithely exit his shelly prison. He darted off, swift as a shadow, but Skelis was hesitant to follow him. What if something happened while she was watching him root among the boys? She was surprised by her judicious prioritizing. If there was ever a time to act on impulse, it would have to be a Hatching - or maybe that only applied to the dragonets.
Still, while watching the pink and the green, she became aware of a bizarre need to just steal a glance at the black; a feeling that, when he looked at her, she had some sort of affinity for him. He flowed (she couldn't think of a better word for his movements) back to his shattered egg and went about arranging the pieces, and this time - with the rocking eggs in the background - Skelis let herself watch him. His behaviour was quite curious and intelligent for something so fresh born. Dragons were baffling. They weren't like human babies; weren't like plants. From the first step out of their eggs, dragons could walk and talk and think. There was no blindness; no terrible screaming as they scared themselves with breathing. Dragons were born perfect, and just got bigger after that.
Skelis had straightened her shoulders and gotten her attention stolen away by the flirty green, then a rocking egg. Her peripheral vision told her the black had moved, and then she realized that it was towards her. He stopped at her feet and spoke to her, and it took all that Skelis had not to melt entirely. Her knees felt weak and she gave in and dropped to them. I noticed you’re looking very white today, said Tiberth.
"Oh, well, that's good, because I wore it just for you," she grinned. Her laugh was one of shaken, nervous joy.
I hope I did not frighten you… Haha…
"Shells no! No, just surprised me, is all. The good kind of surprise. The very, very good kind." Looking at the rainbows in his faceted eyes, Skelis realized that she had never been so overwhelmed with emotion before. Not when she had walked the tables; not any of the times she'd been with Ilsidan and Heifdem. She felt suddenly completely - like Tiberth had shoved a piece of her heart at her that she hadn't even known she was missing. And for him to come so swiftly, at the first hatching she Stood for, so close to aging out and losing her chance altogether? Skelis felt immensely grateful. There, with her knees upset at the hotness of the sand, she was on top of the world. Tiberth briefly rubbed his little head into her palm before resuming his dignified posture.
Now, he said, As much as I desire to serve you and the Weyr, my stomach also desires to be served. Ha! Shall we?
Skelis smiled - she loved him! - and stood. Tiberth, naturally, lead the way, flowing across the sand towards the fine smell of bloody meat. He liked that smell quite a lot; perhaps just as much as he liked the smell of Skelis, or more, because he could not eat his Skelis.
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Veritka saw Skelis Impress. Why -- the rainbows in the dragon's eyes! How beautiful! It was perhaps the best place for rainbows to be other than the sky. No person should ever wear rainbow clothing, but dragons could wear rainbow in their eyes whenever they wanted to. He clapped for her, but his hands shook and felt tingly and numb as he did so. He was nervous. He was very, very nervous and it was taking all his concentration just to remain entirely upright. Whoever thought it was a good idea to snatch poor boys from remote holds and make them stand in front of hatching dragons? It certainly was not, Veritka decided.
It was not long before he was clapping for Th'or and Kallyeith, too. He looked out at the vast scene unfolding on the sands again. How many eggs were left? Seven -- wait, six. Six eggs left, with two babies still without riders. What did that make his odds? How many candidates? But he stopped himself from counting those, because he wasn't supposed to be looking all over the place, right? Dragons probably didn't have real odds, anyways, he figured. (He also figured that he didn't know enough about math to sort any real numbers out.) If he was going to Impress, it would be so, and there was no way to know about that.
Veritka felt one part helpless, one part scared, and one part insanely lucky. At least after this, he could change back into his new embroidered vest and take himself to the feast. Maybe he'd be too sad to go to the feast, but he would make himself go anyways. Food was a good medicine. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Rii on Oct 8, 2012 15:16:51 GMT -5
Hatching, G'dan had found, was always an enjoyable, even an exciting prospect. The breathless anticipation as the eggs rocked, the nervous energy that fairly vibrated from the candidates... the happy reminder of when it was him standing on the sands below, and Prith that was treading eggwet across the sands to find him.
And find you I did.
You did, he agreed softly, finding a seat in the stands to watch. How the Turns had passed. It had been... eventful. Interesting. Rewarding. Automatically he turned his head to scan the stands, drawing his gaze away from the hatchlings - pink and black and a brown already! - seeking Day'ar. Yes, the Turns had been rewarding in more than one way...
Some applause drew his attention back to the Sands where it was supposed to be. Ahhh... the Impressions had started. Many hopefuls to find their other half today. But alas... more to be left disappointed.
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"Doooora. Dora, Dora Doooora!" Elianne singsonged cheerfully. "You 'eard, didn' ya? Eggs're 'atchin', let's get scamperin'!" Hardly waiting until she was properly inside her own room - sadly unshared this time around - the Bitran-bred girl shucked off her workday clothing to haul the plain white Impression garb over her head. With the sleeveless ... not-dress, not-quite-sure-what-it-is settled in place, she pulled her footwear on and returned to subject her twin to her special brand of jocular harrassment.
Swallowing her nerves, she gave the shyer girl a wide grin and offered her hand. "Let's go, m'dear. Don't want t'be late!" Elly hustled her sister along double-time, not leaving off until their feet hit the sands. Here she took the lead, sweeping a bow to both of the clutchmothers. "M'lady Nikianeth an' beautiful Aggripith. It's surely an 'onor t'stand for y'both." With that, she stepped back in line with the rest of the candidates.
Here we go. Another chance for Dora t'show everyone the special something she's got inside.
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Post by Kestrel on Oct 8, 2012 15:47:27 GMT -5
Viyeri wasn’t at all surprised to see Halventh looked just the part of the proud parent, and L’xon, it seemed, felt similarly enthused. It was always amusing seeing the bluerider, who’d been so reserved the first time they’d met, showing some more emotion. Even if it might mostly be Halventh’s fault. And no wonder Halventh was excited—two eggs had broken on Agrippith’s side, a green followed by a black. They were both lovely little creatures, and looked quite healthy to boot. He was happy for Halventh—it wasn’t often a blue got to see so many of his own offspring hatch.
He watched happily enough as the three little dragons all seemed to talk to each other, not really in a hurry for them to get on with it and impress. He’d seen enough hatchings to know it was best to just roll with it and not get too worked up. At least it was a peaceful hatching so far—he thanked Faranth that both the clutchmothers were orange, and not the reds or, even worse, tans, that he had so come to dread. But of course, just because he thought that it had to stop being so peaceful at once, since the black dragonet began absolutely racing around the sands with a speed Viyeri had never seen in a dragon so young. He looked on with worry as the black tore through the ranks of the candidates, bumping into them here and there—and Viyeri got his turn too, with a bump to the leg—but Viyeri recovered his balance decently enough, and the black was moving on. Well, at least he wasn’t mauling anyone, exactly.
After deliberating a bit, the black had seemed to make up his mind and take off for the female candidates, so Viyeri shifted his attention back to the less-committed young females of the hatching. His attention was soon diverted upward, however, by a familiar voice—and he grinned to see his friend calling down to him. Well, that was nice—he hadn’t expected L’xon to think of him when it was Halventh’s children hatching, after all. He sent a small wave back to him, appreciating L’xon’s support even if he would be surprised indeed if today was ‘his day’. Sometimes he thought L’xon wanted him to impress more than he wanted to impress himself.
The black had indeed chosen a girl, he could see, but as if to fill the void the largest egg of Nikianeth’s clutch burst to reveal a brown. This youngest dragonet seemed more interested in his siblings than the candidates, setting about at once interacting with the others, but whatever he said to them, they didn’t seem to like it. Viyeri had to wonder how he’d managed to offend them both so quickly—the little guy must have no tact at all. The pink was, by then, striking out for the females, and Viyeri assumed she’d find her match there—but no, she hadn’t seemed very satisfied with them. Before she could reach him, though, she chose, of all people, the very large, boisterous new candidate Viyeri had seen about from time to time—now that was a sight to see, the giant man with a very tiny little pink. Well, hatchings always brought surprises, didn’t they?
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Post by Boo on Oct 8, 2012 16:05:15 GMT -5
Although the black had been the first to Impress there were many other eggs still remaining on the sands. The rain had started falling heavier now and flashes across the sky could be seen in the distance. Agrippith looked skywards, satisfied with the drama of the incoming storm. It would surely be the best hatching ever with such noise to background her children’s coming into the world. With casual grace, Agrippith flared her wings, covering the eggs as best she could from the rain and continued humming. Another of the eggs began moving and the green walked over to investigate.
No, no little dragon brother, the green seemed to be saying as she watched the egg, that is not how you hatch at all. She would have to show them all how to hatch properly but she couldn’t get back into her egg. The little green was also awaiting her bonded. She knew they were here somewhere. So instead of running away, she would assist her siblings. Agrippith snarled at the green, causing the infant to flap her wings softly and look at her mother. Mother dear, don’t you know how hard it is to hatch from an egg? He needs my advice. Agrippith snorted and almost cuffed the dragonet around the head but refrained with some careful influence from her rider. Instead, the orange dragoness lightly pushed the green away from the moving egg.
The egg, in the middle of the smaller eggs clustered together, stopped moving for only a second. It then began its struggle anew and a blue dragonet burst forth. A deep sky blue with what could only be described as almost cloud markings on his hide, this blue immediately lashed out at his green sister. Head whipped around as he looked at her. How dare she try to tell him what to do!? How dare his mother try to tell him what to do? No wonder his sister had been on the edges alone. She was too vocal and annoying. Did she not know that it was none of her business how he chose to hatch!? Her advice had been unwelcome, as she had come near him. The blue stalked away from the green, head lowered in frustration and anger. He began prowling amongst the candidates, watching them for any signs that he might be able to pick one. He swiped at Veritka for being in his way and then turned around to walk back the other way. However, the sound of another egg cracking made him look around and forget about his green sister and all his frustration abruptly left.
Simultaneously the larger egg towards the back and the last egg of the small trio were fighting to see who would break free first. It seemed that the larger egg would have it but the blue wasn’t interested in that anymore. There was so much to see and so much to record. History! It was happening this day. He was interested in these candidates… In this day! It would be glorious. He would have to record it all… Somewhere. Somewhere in the sands perhaps? No. Not in the sands but he would remember it. Every moment and every emotion he would remember.
Meanwhile, the green was looking around. She could feel a presence on the sands now… Hers was near! He would watch over her and oil her magnificent hide and care for her. The green trotted past the blue and brushed past him. The blue, for his part recoiled with both surprise and annoyance. The female dragonet seemed to shrug and wandered off. She knew she was the greatest dragon to ever grace Pern and it was his problem if he could not see it. The green needed no grand gestures to assure her of what she already knew.
Ah hah! S’ven my dear. I see you are filled with a great ambition. A drive to achieve great things. Achieve them you shall with my assistance. Your Quianath is here to help you on your way to greatness!
She walked around him and curled around his legs in an affectionate manner.
My brother did not appreciate my advice. That is his fault… But you will appreciate what I have to say won’t you? For now… I wish to be fed so I would advise that you take me to food now, thank you kindly, my S’ven.
[/IMG] Name: Qianath (pronounced key-ahn-ath) Base is 00A86B (Jade) with 50C878 (Emerald) ‘sheen’ over the top Personality: Qianath has a mind for intrigues. She has a tendency to pick out and befriend those who will be useful to her. She will not seek nor want leadership for herself although she would be a highly capable leader. She prefers to control things from a distance. She wants to be the one her wingleader confides in when problems arise so she can suggest her own solutions. Qianath has a talent for leading others to their own conclusions without them realizing that it was her idea all along. She will still be refining this art when she is younger and sometimes the well-intentioned advice may not be welcome. Qianath is a highly intelligent dragon. She will be a quick learner and always eager to learn more. Her intelligence comes off in her quick off the mark comments. Her rider will probably experience these remarks the most since Qianath usually reserves her quick wit for those she is closest to. It might be difficult to keep her from trying things she is not physically ready for since her mind is always ten beats ahead of her body. It is easy to assume that Qianath’s voice would be as light and airy as her almost luminescent green hide suggests but her voice is far more captivating. Her voice has a natural depth to it but as she grows it will deepen and mature into a combination of rich alto tones that are hard to ignore. Even as a hatchling, there will be an authoritative undertone to her voice that is at once not openly forceful yet still suggestive. Qianath will not be blatantly flirty. She is a subtle girl. Her interest will be conveyed in barely noticeable gestures. A friendly comment about something menial, a considering glance, the ‘accidental’ brush of her tail as she walks by are all indications of her interest. Qianath will not be looking for grand gestures in return. She knows she is the most beautiful dragon that ever graced Pern’s skies. Aside from her schemes and vanity, Qianath is at heart a kind dragon and protective of others. Although she might be manipulative, her intentions are never malevolent. She is just trying to look out for the welfare of others. She won’t seek revenge if her schemes fall through. She does have an unfortunate tendency though to listen to orders then do what she wants anyway. The exception to this is during Threadfall when she’ll follow her orders to the letter. Qianath will offer plenty of gentle encouragement to her clutch-mates especially those who are more insecure. Appearance: Qianath enjoys a certain luxury. She doesn’t like getting dirty always insisting on looking presentable. If there is ever a bit of dust on her hide she will insist on being washed and oiled right away. Qianath’s vanity is not unwarranted as she will be a beautiful dragon straight from the shell. Her hide is an unblemished jade with just the slightest shift to a translucent green at the very tips of her wings. The sleekness of her hide gives her an almost luminescent sheen. She is a well-proportioned green that will hatch with none of the ungainliness of youth. She is slender like most of her color and her lean muscles will become more distinct as they train. Qianath will grow to be 27 feet in length with a 46 foot wingspan. Her neck, tails, and limbs are neither to long nor to short and fit together with her body well. She holds herself with a regal, elegant bearing. Her tail will often twitch when she is thinking like a person tapping their fingers. Her eyes will be large and expressive. She might not have the strength and stamina as some of the larger dragons but she more than makes up for it with her speed and dexterity. {Dragon made by Thyme!} Base is 00A86B (Jade) with 50C878 (Emerald) ‘sheen’ over the top[/spoiler] With his sister finally off the sands and having made her Impression, the blue was left to his own devices, alone on the sands except for the brown from the other clutch. Perhaps he should hurry to find his bonded then… The blue walked across the sands and with his claw scratched seemingly at random into the grains and then kept walking. He drew himself up to full height and puffed out his chest with great pride despite the rain that was now beginning to fall harder. All his glory was lessened, however, by the hatching of a pink dragonet. From the small trio of eggs, the pink tumbled forth and then sprang out of her tumble with a small, cheerful croon. I’m here! She seemed to say as she pranced across the sands happy as anything. Brother dear, you are looking most lovely today. There are candidates waiting for your glory! Go forth and conquer. Everything about the pink seemed to radiate encouragement and happiness. Her colour was a light, sweet looking pink with a darker pink ‘crown’ on her forehead. The blue liked this pink a lot more than he had his green sister and he certainly respected her. Yes, he would go forth and conquer! It would be great and he had just spotted the one he could lead. The one whose deeds would prompt stories and ballads! HISTORY! All of the history could be recorded with the choice of a candidate and he knew just the one he would pick. The blue walked towards the male candidates, this time without anger or frustration but with purpose. However, his partner was on the outskirts, away from the centre of attention and far away from the rest of the group. He was not standing with the others at all but seemed to be avoiding all. The blue came to a stop before Mediles and looked at him. You and I, M'iles, are burdened with glorious purpose. To achieve the things our predecessors could not. We shall record history and all of your most grand deeds will be remembered by me! Your Taceuth will record it! Only he needs something to write on… And something to write with… And something to write in… Find your Taceuth a means to write and I shall record all of this history. He paused and looked at his stomach Although it might be good to eat first, I am quite hungry.  Taceuth Colour – {378AE9} Personality: The first thing about Taceuth is that he has a very good memory. A far better memory than most dragons and even if he thinks he will forget something he will demand that his bonded write it down. He is in the habit of keeping something of a diary and directs his bonded to make a record of the day’s happenings. If refused, he will attempt to scratch it into the floor, wall or door assigning different symbols to different sounds and figuring out his own language. To this end, he would be the first dragon to ever become literate or invent their own language. Although some events may be misconstrued or, indeed, altered he believes that his interpretation of events is the most correct even if he has heard it third or even fifth hand. To this end he is a fan of intrigue and gossip. He would probably be the best friend of the pink Dalahirath as she knows all the gossip if he just met her. She would become his ‘agent’ as such if he could manage it. Taceuth particularly likes the gossip surrounding the leadership and even the slightest indication of controversy he will take into account as truth. Generally speaking, Taceuth doesn’t like his mother or his sister Quinath. Although he does not pay much attention to her, he does at least respect SISTER. Either way, he doesn’t like many of his siblings as he thinks their motives are wrong or that they do not act with proper virtue. That said, he does respect his bonded and will record all the great and grand acts of valour his bonded completes. At heart, he is a historian but also has some interest in the politics of Pern and what this means. He holds Dalibor as an example of a decent Weyr and all others with an inherent wrongness to them. At Dalibor, he can see that people are sometimes ‘elected’ according to their virtues and skills but does not see this elsewhere in Pern. Appearance: Taceuth has a deep royal blue hide and, as a blue, he will very proudly point out that he is the right colour to be a harper. When flying he might look like the sky and as though to top this off, he almost has cloud like markings on his hide with spots in a lighter blue colour. In terms of build, Taceuth is an elegant much like a dancer with strong wings that permit comfortable flight and the execution of a number of difficult manoeuvres. Spots: {BAE0F8} This left the pink on the sands and the rapidly moving larger egg. 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Post by Kila on Oct 8, 2012 18:55:52 GMT -5
Though the overcast sky hung heavily over many of the weyrfolk’s heads, the bleak autumn weather did not bother Tremayne. While others hurried across the ‘Bowl, hunched over except for the occasional nervous peek at the sky, the candidate boy did his work in his usual griping, unpleasant fashion- no more and no less affected by the absence of the sun.
After complaining about his chores for the first round of dishes, Tremayne lapsed into his own thoughts and was unnaturally and mercifully silent. While his hands remained in the sink, his mind wandered to the sands where a small clutch was due to hatch any day. There were ten eggs this time, though they were divided between two mothers. Oranges. Just like the autumn, he thought absently; an unconsciously poetic thought from an ugly creature. He had stood for the last two Dalibor hatchings, and both times he had been left standing. But not just me! he thought quickly, trying to cover up his failure and acute inadequacy. My sorry roommate is just as empty-handed as I am. He gave a sick smile, comforted a little by Viyeri’s similar misfortune. If he was miserable because of it, he was at least not alone.
Tremayne was so lost in his thoughts that he did not hear the humming until it had grown quite loud. Jerking suddenly back to consciousness, he dropped the plate he had been washing for the last several minutes. ”Hey! one of the drudges snapped as the plate fell and shattered against another. Tremayne would have normally cringed away from her sharp reprisal and spent the rest of his time in the kitchen grumbling about it, but now was no time for cowardice. ”Shove it!” he called rudely and took off out of the kitchen.
The combined thrill of his insolence and the imminent hatching sent a rush of adrenaline pumping through his body. His stocky frame flew across the ‘Bowl, his flubber flapping all the while. When he finally burst into his room he was completely out of breath. He took a moment regain his composure, leaning over his knees and panting heavily. He stood up and wiped beads of sweat from his face when Viyeri’s little bug thing crept into his vision. ”You,” he tried to sneer with only limited success, ”I don’t have time for you!” Noticing that his roommates robe was already gone, he leapt to his own and tugged in on gracelessly. Now worried that he would be late because he had been left behind, he thundered out of his room and towards the sands.
Once there, he again stopped to catch his breath. Trembling faintly, he bowed to Agrippith and Nikianeth and joined the other boys. His fear had been nothing but paranoia, and he was no later than most of the candidates streaming in. He was there in plenty of time to see first dragonet of the clutch hatch. A Pink. He groaned, but his heart still raced as she broke free of her shell. He was dismayed when the next dragonet was female as well, but eventually some males made an appearance. The chubby boy yelped as the speedy Black zoomed through the boys, even bumping into Viyari next to him. The antics of the females were enchanting, there was no denying, but he trained most of his attention on the Blue and soon after the Brown. Tremayne clenched his hands as they began to sweat. He was excited one minute, nervous the next- I’m going to throw up- as though he had never been in this position before. Sadly, there was nothing he could do but wait.
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Jasra entered the hatching cavern after the main rush of weyrfolk had already taken to the stands. She nodded to the Weyrleader, who stood by the entrance welcoming important guests and maintaining order, and slipped into an empty seat. She did not seek out any friends, instead training all of her focus on the hatchlings. Hatchings gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling- one that she did not get from Izkeeyerdeth. Jasra wondered if she would get that feeling even if her Red clutched. Seeing the two Oranges sharing the sands peacefully, she shuddered to think of Iz being forced to let another dragoness near her eggs. Fortunately, however, her jealous, volatile Red was not expecting, and she could watch these eggs hatch as an unrelated bystander. ”Come on, little ones,” she said quietly, cheering them on.
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on Oct 8, 2012 19:01:45 GMT -5
”Oh but Elly, my haaaands,” she wailed. The word pulled taut in the air under the strain of her anxiety and ended in a squeak. She was absolutely filthy! Of course her darling sister wouldn’t think a thing of being grimy in front of the dragons (in fact she had been grimy in front of a few dragons at this point), but not Dora! Why the thought itself was abhorrent! If only she hadn’t chosen today of all days to ready her garden for the cold season. Try as she might, she simply could not get the dirt out from beneath her nails, the rich loamy soil of Dalibor tended to stick wherever it found a crack, and stick it was. There was no helping it, there simply wasn’t time. It was be late (and suffer the wroth of the dragonesses), or go as is—and Elianne would never leave her sister behind. So go it was. ”There’s a storm coming Elly,” she forced out, attempting to calm her nerves by speaking about the things she felt more control over—even if, in actuality, she had very little control over the climate.
”I covered them, oh I hope we return in time for me to finish!” She was always nervous that her entire garden would be lost in the shift from outdoors to inside, but it never once occurred to her to worry about Impression. Of course they would return to the Barracks tonight, it was just a matter of when: It wasn’t as if she was known for being the center of attention at the post-Hatching feasts. In point of fact she’d skipped all of them since her arrival at Dalibor. This was her sister’s dream, and her sister had something of a gift for the dragons. Dora simply had a gift for plants; plants and avoiding attention. Once she was settled in her white robes, having been as careful as possible not to mar them with her soiled hands, she allowed her sister to take her hand and drag her across the Bowl.
Honestly, there simply was no escaping her sister’s assurances that this was their new life, so she had stopped fighting. She went when she was needed (or called by the dragons), studied her lessons, and stayed out of trouble. If her sister was not doing the same, well, no one could blame Dora for the trouble Elly stirred up. She liked to lesson with the Healers on herbs, and had fallen in love with growing all that she could find at Dalibor: Elianne had even managed to aquire some fruit plants from Southern through one of her more charismatic bouts of gaming—Dora didn’t ask questions about that. She simply knew it had happened. They were twins after all, though there was much best left unsaid (and too much easily discerned). The clouds had darkened considerably by the time their feet hit the heat of the sands, but she had known this would happen, so it didn’t make her nervous.
If only Elly didn’t insist on being so….so….loud! All the time! To her sister’s ostentatious salutation to the dragon mothers, Dora could only add the smallest nervous smile and a curtsy, her own whispered thank you was probably lost in the thrum of grounded pairs and the swell of excitement from the mob above, but it was there. Hopefully that would count. She was still always in the habit of sticking close to Elly during the hatchings, she hadn’t made any friends since Saia had left, but that was how she liked it, wasn’t it? Besides, there was safety in numbers, and comfort, and why spend an entire Hatching fraught with tension. The rain began to fall as Candidates began to Impress. It was, technically, a small double-hatching, but nothing ever seemed small from this side of the Sands. Granted, she wasn’t certain what the other side looked like either, but it was a safe bet that the passage of time was different for those who waited than those who watched.
Unless there were those who watched who were hopefully for Impression? Dora wasn’t certain if anyone actually attended a Hatching with that hope in mind, but it was possible, anything was. Why, only a turn ago her life had been so very different than what it was now. Was she happier now? Perhaps not, but in some ways she had found peace in all the passing seasons. At least a peace she could share with her plants and her sister. If the rest came slowly, then it came slowly, but they were here together and that was the important part. Would that last though? If her sister Impressed, as Dora knew she would, wouldn’t they be separated? The anxiety swirled within the pit of her stomach and made her briefly weak in the knees. What would she do without her sister’s guidance and protection? How would she cope in this world without Elly? Of course that was all silliness, it wasn’t as if the Weyr was going to snatch her sister away—and yet. When she looked up at those bonded Dragonriders of Pern, when she observed them as they worked together, it seemed that they were always aloof—separated—from those of the Weyr who were unImpressed.
That wouldn’t happen with Elly though. Their bond was as sacred as a dragon’s, wasn’t it? Bloodbound and sworn, they were twins, and sisters, and much more than that. They could weather anything, and Elly had promised that she would never abandon her no matter what. It was something she had never really asked anyone, something no Candidate lesson had taught her. Perhaps this time she would ask. When this Hatching passed and they were preparing for the next, that is if Elianne didn’t find her match today, she would muster up the courage to seek private counsel with one of the Candidatemasters. Elidora laughed softly, the gentle quiet cough of someone too uncertain to show exuberance: Why, it had only just occurred to her, what if the Candidatemasters didn’t even recognize her? Perhaps there was something to lose when sticking to the back and staying quiet. No helping it now, and it wasn’t as if they were dragging her off the sands, so it was probably all in her head anyway.
The rain fell harder, and more pairs left the sands—joined forever—Dora couldn’t help but straighten her pristine robe (and Elly’s too) for yet another time. They simply had to be presentable. If she could just keep her sibling out of trouble for a few candlemarks then surely one of the dragons would find her worthy. It hadn’t happened yet, but Dora had convinced herself that it would, and when it did no one would be more proud than she of her sister’s accomplishment. Maybe a dragon would even straighten her out. Stars above help the Weyr if it did not.
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turkoizdog
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Post by turkoizdog on Oct 8, 2012 19:19:08 GMT -5
Meena stood up straight as the pink walked past her, sniffing all the females as she went. Pink dragons, she remembered, were the happy, sunshiney type. So of course, she liked the idea of Impressing a pink. Unfortunately, the pink walked right by, instead choosing a guy.
Meena drooped a little. She thought for sure she'd Impress a pink. The only two other dragons that appeared to be sniffing around were a green and a blue, and she knew the chances of a girl Impressing a blue were low. Furthermore, they both seemed to be paying more attention to the guys. Finally, each dragon chose a male candidate, and the new Weyrlings, went off to do there thing.
Taking a glance about the sands, she took note of the eggs and dragons that were left. There was a brown from the small hatching, and the last egg of that hatching... she swore she saw it move. Meanwhile, the pink from the large hatching was watching a large egg from her hatching, which had a crack in it. The large hatching had two other eggs left.
Meena wondered what color dragons would hatch from the eggs next. Furthermore, she wondered who would get the pink. While she liked the idea of a pink, she also liked the idea of a purple, or a yellow, or maybe a tan... well, any nice dragon really. She didn't want a dragon that was going to be mean to her, or to anyone else. Which is part of why she didn't care about getting a gold or something high ranking like that; high ranking dragons tended to be rather prideful.
Looking around at the candidates, she also wondered who would impress the other dragons. Her eyes rested on her roommate Yrri. As much as she wanted a pink, the pink that remained on the sands seemed to be very sweet and patient. Yrri could do with a friendly, kind dragon like that. And if Meena had to choose, she'd rather see someone like Yrri, who needed a friend, get a nice friendly dragon, than herself.
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Post by kestrad on Oct 8, 2012 19:21:10 GMT -5
Aricelli started awake in her nap, cursing under her breath as she realized she had fallen asleep. For a moment she shook her head sleepily to clear it before the message that had woken her broke through. The eggs were hatching! The sudden realization caused her to sit bolt upright, all sleepiness forgotten.
"I'm late," Aricelli exclaimed in dismay, and jumped off her bed, tossing her work aside in her haste. Where was her robe? She rummaged hastily through her closet, feeling far too triumphant when her hands finally closed on the white candidate robe. She tossed it on as quickly as she could, fingers fumbling with excitement and haste. She contemplated for a moment and took a second to lightly make up her face--the latest gift from her father--today was a special day, after all!
Finally satisfied that she was presentable, Aricelli dashed out of her room and to the hatching sands. After bobbing a quick curtsey to the brooding dragons, she joined the other Candidates on the sand, waiting excitedly to see if she would Impress this time.
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Post by Cathaline on Oct 8, 2012 20:37:48 GMT -5
Mediles watched the hatchlings with keen interest, a little bit grateful that they seemed to be breaking shell at a measured pace. He was an expert at splitting his focus, but it would have been tough with ten dragonets wandering the sands at once. Two was far more manageable, although a little of his interest waned when the pink began to sniff the girls; obviously he cared which she chose, but she seemed to know what she wanted, and he could not be it.
Not that that surprised him. Having met Agnith, he'd formed a fairly accurate picture of what pinks were about. Very feminine, very sweet. Obviously, some men could use that sort of partner, but most pinks likely selected women, which was all to the good.
As he inspected the jade green dragonet, however, the pink deemed the ladies unworthy and headed for the men. Turning his head back toward her, he licked his lower lip. Could it be? It would be so like him, to be Searched by a pink and then Impressed by one.
But she stopped. And given the bulk of her chosen lifemate, there was no mistaking who she had stopped for.
A laugh bubbled up in his throat, and for once it was not mean-spirited in the least; he was too shocked for that. A pink? His carefully-constructed worldview had just shattered, and he didn't even care. Thedor on a pink, Thedor who had seemed destined to ride a mighty iron, a noble bronze, a steady brown...perhaps even one of these new viridians, so he could be even more special than most.
But no! A pink! It was perfect. It was legitimately perfect. And though he did not wish to disrespect the dams, he did take a small step backward so that when Thedor headed to the feeding area, Mediles could clasp his arm warmly in silent congratulations.
Well, that settled it. This was the best hatching ever. Even if he never Impressed and returned to Harper Hall alone, he would treasure this moment, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he relaxed.
And perhaps that was how Taceuth found him; for once, there were no shields, no one to trick, no one to...impress, while he enjoyed the experience and reworked all he thought he knew. In what felt like an instant, the blue had hatched, snubbed his sister, and found his own.
You and I, M'iles, are burdened with glorious purpose. To achieve the things our predecessors could not. We shall record history and all of your most grand deeds will be remembered by me! Your Taceuth will record it! Only he needs something to write on… And something to write with… And something to write in… Find your Taceuth a means to write and I shall record all of this history. Although it might be good to eat first, I am quite hungry.
In an instant, M'iles forgot his brother's Impression. Yes, he could feel that sudden gnawing hunger, but it paled in comparison to the mind settling into his own. He'd always respected dragons, but he'd heard that, apart from the whites, they were not particularly intelligent. But Taceuth was different, unique. Strong of mind and strong of will.
Perfect.
M'iles knelt and ran his hands over the dragonet's cloudy hide, looking into his whirling eyes. "You are very impressive."
Yes, I have Impressed you![/i]
"It was a pun. Come, Taceuth, we will eat, and then I shall surprise you."
By the time they arrived at the feeding area and received their bucket of meat, M'iles had mentally called to Lorikiet, who had been watching from the rail of the stands. As they settled in, the blue popped back out of between, cumberously carrying a bit of hide and a stick of charcoal in his tiny paws. "Thank you," M'iles said, and turned to his brother. "So what is it? T'or? What is her name, and how does one spell it?"
Yes, we shall record the events of this hatching! It will be a tale for the ages, for of course all must know where we began! My name is spelled...[/i]
Taceuth didn't fully comprehend what spelling was, but M'iles could just feel it. And though he put a little four beside it to record the order, their names went at the very top: M'ILES, OF BLUE TACEUTH.
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Jazz, meanwhile, made sure all the Candidates had cleared out of the barracks - didn't want anyone fainting in there from nerves and missing it, as had happened once, but not here - and ran up into the stands just in time to see Skelis Impress. "Oh, wonderful!" she said to no one in particular. The girl would've been aging out soon if not for this, and she certainly deserved it. They all did, and hopefully all the eggs would hatch and Impress.
Samara also arrived in good time, and took her usual seat, aged hands clasped in her lap. She had never missed a hatching at Dalibor and did not intend to start now. They certainly were handsome dragonets this time around, she noted, and gave a faint smile at the tiny pink Impressing that giant of a man.
Ambrith winged onto a ledge and utterly ignored Nikianeth's clutch, apart from mild interest in the brown. He did not like either of the oranges; he was here to support his alleged friend. She is nice,[/i] he told Halventh, nodding to Qianath.
Day'ar, for his part, found L'xon immediately, and waved at G'dan to come down and join them. "I shouldn't be surprised that Halventh made beautiful dragon babies," he said wryly. "Do not tell him I said this, but I think that blue is prettier than he is."
THEY'RE HATCHING![/i] Agnith squealed, rushing to find a spot to watch. Look, Delilah, look! They're so beautiful and tiny! Ooooh LOOK, my Candidate Impressed! Girieth! My Candidate Impressed! Devath, MY Candidate Impressed already at the very first time![/i] The pink had never been more proud of herself, or at least, could not recall being so proud of herself.
Devath had Candidates here too, and Ni'on sat in the stands, cheering like a pro. Oh, he particularly hoped Yrri would Impress. She was so nice. But her time could be coming, there were lots of eggs still to hatch.
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twitchie
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Post by twitchie on Oct 8, 2012 21:29:36 GMT -5
Shells shattered left and right, making the girl shift her gaze rapidly.
She felt... so terriblely tiny... puny... one of these eggs might be her very cruel end...
But just as easily it could hold her friend..
Yrri couldn't keep back a smile at each impression, but even with the gladness came a twist in her stomach. A tunnel-snake was coiling in her belly. Yes, coiling and constricting into doubt and fear.
In a sudden panic, the messy haired girl crept forward as quick as she dared to head closer to the front. If she was more visable, her dragon wouldn't overlook her?
She was scared. A different kind of fear now. Here she was, so so so close. She was trusting her whole self with this risky hope... this unstable dream that she... hardly dared to pursue.
True, many eggs remained..... but... but would it be hers?
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Post by larkwing on Oct 9, 2012 0:18:48 GMT -5
With the chaos the other clutch was causing, the brown was left to set up his own little empire right there among the ruined shells of his sister and himself. Nosing one into place around the final egg, the brown swept his tail around his feet, tilting his head with a pleased croon as he looked at his work. Yes, some things you had to do yourself, but that was precious little. No, what he needed was a warrior to fight his battles for him. Then he could just use it and others to show off his prestige and power; everyone would know his greatness!
First though his final clutchmate needed to hatch, and it needed to do it soon. The brown trembled with anticipation, awaiting just what their mother had brought forth as the final part of their trio. A large crack finally was the sub-king's reward and instantly the brown rushed forward, jaws latching onto the egg uselessly and wings flailing about. He would wait no longer! Nikianeth viewing this snorted and whacked the brown with her tail, pushing the dragonet away from the final egg and then rolling it toward her for better protection. Her son was becoming annoying, and he indeed as his sister had stated knew nothing of ruling over others.
The final egg of the orange's clutch though didn't care what its brother thought, or even its mother for that matter. It had its own agenda, and it had work to do shardit! Breaking free, a dark head pushed from the confines of the shell, eyes whirling a dark, rusted red. It was a blue, a sturdy one at that even. He yanked his body free from the remains of the egg, kicking it away and flexing his wings in the meanwhile. Crooning, the brown slunk around his smaller brother, again working his games to try and win the newly hatched dragonet over.
Like his sister however, the blue did not believe the brown's lies. He was no good at them to be honest, but instead of simply hissing at his sibling, the blue rushed the brown and batted him into the sand. They rolled around, tumbling into the line of candidates nearby, all fangs and talons lashing out in every direction. The brown fought for control, the blue for freedom. Armania finally had had enough, pushing on Nikianeth's will to do something about her children instead of simply stare at them amused. With a protesting grumble, the sub-queen unwound herself and placed a forefoot firmly between the two dragonets, snarling at them both as they pretended to threaten back.
She was the mother though, and she was bigger, and Faranth if anyone was ruling anyone it would be her shardit! Snorting and shrugging his wings, the blue flicking his tail behind him dismissively and wove back among the crowd of candidates. The brown however was still sore about the whole thing. Trembling with pent up frustration and anger, the young dragonet shook his head and shivered more. He had to rethink this plan, obviously he could not win them over like he had tried......they needed something more than him right now. Glancing toward the candidates it finally dawned on him.
They needed those things more than they needed him at the moment! At this point one might think that the brown would move to take out his competition, but he did not. Instead he moved back to his brother, sulking and exclaiming his sorrow and remorse for fighting earlier. The blue sighed, but he made no move to attack his larger sibling again. He had work to do, he had someone to find. The brown nodded at this, chirping and flicking his wings. Yes, yes he knew this, he could help the blue...if only he would follow him. Growling followed as the blue whacked the sand with his tail, shaking his head. No, this was something he had to do on his own. No lies or slander would take him from his path. And so, the brown was left once more watching as another of his siblings padded away toward the candidates. |
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