Reky
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Post by Reky on Mar 15, 2013 16:02:09 GMT -5
Unlike Jarith's Flight and clutching, her eggs were proving less punctual. By now, their shells were hard and durable, and Jarith turned them much less frequently. Nearly there, she claimed. A cheerful 'No cracks yet!' was broadcasted several times a day and, in the middle of winter's lazy hold, there was a slow and placid mood in the Hatching Cavern. Jarith would still converse with and pose for idly curious candidates, but she kept a little more to herself and E'rin. She definitely did not try to befriend Damask, who skulked in the peripheral shadows with her own clutch, but only because E'rin warned her against it.
So, for some time, a lull settled over the Weyr and its latent anticipation. E'rin was tired most of the day save the early morning, when he tended to his family of pets and went for a run to keep in shape. Jarith was almost always in her usual position - curled around her eggs, or sometimes pacing contentedly. Though the candidates may have been in a rush, Jarith and E'rin were in none. The eggs would hatch in time, they supposed. And E'rin didn't particularly miss fighting Thread.
The days' visitors had left long ago. The winter sun was sinking early, as it was wont to do, and a cool-coloured sunset washed over Dalibor's dinner-goers. E'rin stirred from his afternoon-through-to-evening nap and went to the mess hall to grab some food. Jarith occupied his head with idle chatter - where do wherries go in the winter? What are you eating? Does it taste good? Bring me some - until she suddenly fell silent. E'rin sensed a great knot of focus in her head.
What's up? he probed.
My sparkles, she said.
The eggs?
My little-Jariths! Yes! They're coming. I can feel it-- oh! Yes! There goes Big Yellow! Yes! She got to her feet and, projecting loudly and proudly, My eggs are hatching! Yes! Right now, ohhhh, my eggiessss! Come, come! Hatching! In listening to this, E'rin was very glad he had not had food in his mouth. He would have nearly choked, but instead, he was safe to bolt, and he did.
Risny, however, was not so lucky, and the plump girl coughed and spluttered before abandoning her supper. She puffed to the candidates' barracks, struggled into her robes, and puffed out onto the sands, fast as she could - which was not terribly fast at all - and filtered in with the now-arriving candidates.
E'rin had just barely managed to get on an embroidered vest and tucked in his shirt. He swiped his hair back with a sweaty palm, sweltering in the heat that he thought he had adjusted to. Jarith was antsy, prancing on her feet and swishing her tail. She leaned into him and snuffled his hair excitedly, and he had to fix it again. He wanted to look good. He wanted to look like he knew what he was doing. He did look good, at least - he was a tall boy, with broad shoulders, taut muscles, and a winning innocent smile - but despite that, he suddenly felt very young. He was young. Jarith was young. All of them were young! And the babies, just about to break free, would be the youngest of all. Dragon babies though, he supposed, didn't feel as helpless as he did.
He watched petrified, and Jarith watched electrified. Be nice to them! she chittered to the candidates, but her eyes were on her eggs. They're mine for a little bit more!
The traditional half-circles were forming, the stands and ledges were filling, and the eggs were rocking. The largest of the five had tipped onto its side; the pink egg and the smallish bluish egg had begun to rock as well. The desire to hatch had spread like fire, and soon enough, each of them had twitched at least once. Their mother was enchanted by them, as were doubtless many others - and then, a crack crunched across the yellow shell.
A violent pulse from the dragon inside snapped the side of the egg, now facing up, into several smaller pieces, and a glistening head emerged. It was the colour of fresh spring buds, a brilliant and bright green. Slowly, the creature extricated itself, proving angular, strong, and large. Despite the happiness of its hue and the sparkling of its hide, though, it seemed quite irritated.
Jarith was elated anyway. Her baby sparkled! The Hatching had commenced. [/blockquote] |
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Minute
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Post by Minute on Mar 15, 2013 16:21:05 GMT -5
It had been a rather lazy day so far, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. She had gotten up, had breakfast, done her chores, attended candidate lessons, done all the thing that good candidates were supposed to do. It was rather boring, exceedingly boring as a matter of fact, but it had to be done. Chores and lessons were part of life, something that absolutely needed to get done if she wanted a chance to stand as a candidate. Well she wanted to stand as a candidate very much so she always made sure to do everything she was supposed to.
The call didn't exactly come as a surprise to her, everyone knew that Jarith's eggs had been on the sands for quite some time. But she hadn't been expecting them at that very moment. After all, it wasn't exactly a good time. Right when she was eating dinner in the dining hall, a ways away from the candidate barracks and not at all prepared to make a mad rush. Oh, but she wouldn't let that stop her. The moment the call went out Astrielle bolted into a standing position, knocking over her bowl of soup in the process. Normally she would stop and help to clean it up but at the moment she really couldn't care less. Without a word she ran out of the dining cavern, heading straight to the candidate barracks and then to the hatching sands.
By the time she arrived dressed in her white candidate robes her face was red and she was panting heavily. After all, it had been a sheer sprint to get over to the sands. For a moment she stood there, leaning over with her hands on her knees and trying to catch her breath. It wouldn't do to stay like that though, insulting the mother was one of the last things she wanted to do. So the winded Astrielle paused as she entered the sands, giving a quick bow to Jarith before panting, "thank you very much for this opportunity." With that she got into position, her gaze instantly moving to the green that had already hatched. Five eggs, there were only five eggs to who knew how many candidates. Oh, the odds were not in her favor. But that would not stop her from standing and letting hope fill her as she watched new life emerge. This was her favorite kind of art, the kind you couldn't predict. |
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Serah
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Post by Serah on Mar 15, 2013 16:27:35 GMT -5
Aelynn had been picking at the evening's meal little by little. She wasn't exactly hungry, but she knew she had to eat. It wasn't until Jarith's call that she started to feel hungry. She also started to feel quite panicked. This was her second hatching. She was scared that Impression would escape her yet again. If it did, she could think about her options. She still had some time before she aged out.
Getting up quickly, Aelynn rushed from the dining hall to the Hatching Sands. Each second she counted was a second she spent rushing to get her robes on and get to what she called her spot. She didn't wish to be late. But, there was a feeling she had that made her not want to go. By the time it grew enough to where she was confused as to if she wanted to go or not, Aelynn was on the Sands. Then, the feeling disappeared. The excitement from the previous hatching was back, and possibly even stronger than before.
There were already a few Candidates there. At least two, from her quick count. She was a bit too excited to actually count correctly. All Aelynn could think was that she hoped she Impressed this time around.
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Gray
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Post by Gray on Mar 15, 2013 16:33:44 GMT -5
Dinner.
It could be a boring affair. Lazily she pushed bits around, separating them into different sections, them mushing them all back together. She wound continue to do this, taking little bites in between, until the White's call came.
All at once the dining hall was a sea of activity and she knew she just had to be there! Leaping down from the bench, she darted into the fray. She just had to be there now! Now! It was just the perfect time!
Of course, Kidanyr had the added ability of being just that short. She could dart around people's legs like a Flit that got into klah. Which she did, in fact, not caring much if she bumped into others. In fact, she slammed into Aerie, hopefully the candidate liked tubers in her hair!
Aerie, in fact, did not like Tubers in her hair. But she was also not upset enough to try and nab the brat that slammed into her. Shaking her head to free her hair from some of that starchy menace, she continued to take her plate to the kitchens, where the drudges could clean them. Setting it down, she'd slip out quickly with a small wink to those there.
She wouldn't rush, but it wasn't like she was going slow. No Aerie took long, loping strides across the grounds. The cool air nipped at her, but she payed it no mind. She had things to do. Places to be. Babies to see. Carefully, she'd enter the barracks and go to her room. Grabbing the flimsy white robe, she would hold it up and look it over. That wouldn't be too bad. After adjusting her armor to be nice and secure, she would pull it on.
“Not exactly protective.” She's laugh and march out the door after the others, her boots crunching the snow.
Kida, on the other hand, would skid into the hatching with the first few and bound up the stands. She wanted to be able to see it all, but still be safe. With a critic's eye, she would wander around the stands before plopping down in prime real estate, in the second row. Perfection. Eagerly, she would wave at the white and her rider.
Aerie would be a bit behind her. She didn't want to rush. But she did have to get there eventually. So she refused to let herself be last. Entering the cavern, Aerie would take in the sights as she marched down to where Jarith and her eggs sat. Bowing to the White, she would back up to the girl's circle and take her place. She would not wave or hug her fellow candidates, not even her friends. But she would give those she knew a meaningful look and a warm smile.
It really all happened before she was ready. The first egg, the biggest egg, hatched. Viridian, she guessed, but a sparkly one. Handsome.
Kida's reation was completely different, for she didn't have to worry about holding still and being quiet.
“Oh pretty!” She cooed, grinning eagerly at the first born dragonet.
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maruset
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Post by maruset on Mar 15, 2013 16:37:31 GMT -5
Honestly, Letorin was starting to believe the stories he heard of babies of all sorts picking the most interesting times to be born. It had been a long day, and he had somethings he still had to do, but he had been taking a minute to get down a few last minute notes and to get himself some food. Sourtai would have fussed until he had eaten something. She had already had a meal, but was sitting on the table, hoping for scraps.
Then she squawked as the call went out and vanished, puffing to her room with her person and the grey monster she must share with. Her person had made it quite clear what she was supposed to do, even if she wanted to go see. But she was a good girl, and he had made himself very clear on this.
Letorin, choking down the mouthful he had, took a bit longer to get there. He joined the mass of candidates heading for the barracks, most trying to not to run into each other. Scrambling in, he quickly yanked his hair back into a runnertail to keep it out of the way, and scrambled into the traditional robes. For a moment, he debated boots, but figured the sandals were traditional as well, and he should wear those. If he did not Impress this time, maybe he would do things different next.
Once he thought he looked as neat as he could, he headed for the sands. It was definitely a much chillier feel in the robes rather than all the heavy layers he normally wore, but he knew it would get hot on the sands. Nodding at those he knew as he saw them, he felt the fluttering nervousness of excitement, fear, and a mix of other emotions as he joined the others to Stand.
"Thank you for the honor of this opportunity to stand for your children who sparkle in their eggs," he said, bowing to Jarith, remembering her comment about how they sparkled on the inside. Then he took his place, glancing around for others.
And the baby that hatched first was definitely eye catching. Letorin thought that she was very pretty, even if she looked rather put out. But she did sparkle, like Jarith said she would.
It seemed like Iola was better off than some. She had just finished, and was moving to put her dishes where they needed to go when she heard the call. Everyone knew the eggs were going to hatch soon, but she had not expected it. There was no way that she felt ready.
But she was a candidate, and she made her way to the barracks, feeling herself catching the excitement from the others. Putting on the robes and sandals, she wondered if it would be like this when Damask's hatching happened? Maybe, though there were fewer candidates for whers than dragons.
Of course, Iola was sure she'd be standing for Damask when her eggs began to hatch. There was no way she would Impress one of sparkling Jarith's eggs, and she was all right with that.
Still, there was a bit of a nervous flutter as she found herself on the sand. "Thank you for allow us to be here for this privilege." Then she found herself a spot with some of the other girls she saw, giving them nervous smiles.
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Rii
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Post by Rii on Mar 15, 2013 17:09:38 GMT -5
"-took a little longer, but it was a lot more fun," Varkyr finished the tale of turning firestone sack-filling into a game with a cheeky grin for his dad. It had been the most enjoyable round of that chore that he could ever remember, so he had no regrets. The boy promptly rendered himself speechless with a huge bite of stew.
Naturally, Jarith chose that moment to announce that her eggs were hatching. He didn't choke, but his eyes surely went wide. He made himself chew and swallow, setting down his spoon and scrambling to his feet. "I've got to go. You'll be in the Stands, right?" Nervous? Him? Nah. That would be ridiculous. He'd already stood for Hatchings. He knew what to do!
...okay so he was a little nervous. Varkyr only waited a moment for his dad's response - he knew the answer but it was still nice to hear it - before bolting for the barracks. No soap-slick halls today, although the memory prompted a grin even in his hurry. On with the traditional garb. He made sure his bootlaces were tied tight - didn't want to trip and fall on his face, not tonight! - and hied off to the Hatching Grounds.
It seemed he'd arrived in good time. There were times when rushing really did pay off! Smoothing his hair nervously, shard it all, you're -not- nervous!, he headed out onto the Sands, to bow to Jarith. "Thank you for the honor of Standing for your clutch, Jarith," he told the white with a warm smile, and meant every word. This would be interesting - in its own take-it-seriously way, it would be fun! Varkyr took up a spot with the male candidates, settled his feet comfortably, and waited. So many hopes, riding on that handful of eggs. They could only wait and see what would come!
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turkoizdog
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Post by turkoizdog on Mar 15, 2013 17:23:57 GMT -5
Babies!
Dragon Babies!
Meena had been so upset that she had to miss the last hatching. She LOVED baby dragons. She loved dragons in general (that's why she was a dragon rider) but being a candidate had taught her to love hatchings, and she vowed to go to as many as she could.
But Meenamine, what if I curse them all?
Meena sighed. "You didn't curse anyone at your hatching, right? We'll just be there to give them moral support. Do you remember how many people were there in the stands when you impressed me?"
Well... I mean... yes, that was nice of them to come and support us.
"So we should pay it back, right? Support the candidates, and their new dragons." As Tredecimth leaned down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on the side of his face. "I remember I was nervous. And I know you were nervous, too."
But I don't want to curse them. You can go by yourself, Meenamine. So you can support them and I won't curse them.
"It won't be the same, Treddy. I want you to some with me." She put her cheek against his neck, trying to think of how to convince the grey to go with her.
Whiis! Whiis!
Looking down, Meena saw Lucky at her feet, getting ready to crawl up her leg. Grinning, she looked up at Tredecimth. "You know Treddy, he has a point. If Lucky comes with us, his good luck will cancel out your curse!"
Whiis!
Lucky crawled up Meena's body, up the back of her head, and onto Tredecimth. After stopping for a moment, he then continued crawling up his neck until he sat atop his head, a shiny brass pillie on the grey dragon's head.
Well.. okay.
Although Tredecimth's words were reluctant, Meena knew he wanted to go to the hatching almost as much as she did. He was just afraid his curse would rub off on the candidates. And when they finally arrived and took their place in the stands, she could almost see him smile, eyes sparkling. He had never seen a hatching from this perspective before, and Meena was determined to make sure he enjoyed it.
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RavenSong
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Post by RavenSong on Mar 15, 2013 17:46:04 GMT -5
Seph was mid-meal when the call to attend the Hatching rang out. Despite this not being his first Hatching, it was his first Daliborean Hatching, and he was intent on impressing if he didn't manage to Impress. He abandoned his meal and hurried to his room, donning the leather jerkin his father had given him before donning his robes. A bit of armor under the robes couldn't be a bad thing, and if he got mauled he'd survive for sure. He put on his light boots and headed to the Sands.
On arrival, he gave Jarith the courtliest bow he could manage, flashing a smile to E'rin as well. "Thank you for this honor, beautiful Jarith. I hope your sons and daughters Impress well," he said, moving into the semi-circle. Excitement sat in a tight little knot in his chest as he glanced around for his brother Seidon, wondering if this would be their chance. With a grin to Seidon, he focused on the eggs rocking. A warm, genuine smile appeared on his expressive face as the green hatched... wait, was that a green? The dragon looked irritated. Maybe the dragon was one of those viridians... he shook himself mentally and cleared his mind. He was going to exemplify proper Candidate behavior for the Candidates who hadn't Impressed at the last Hatching. He stood still, doing his best to think absolutely nothing, a calm leaf waiting for the wind.
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K'var was eating dinner with his son, grinning as he listened to Varkyr describe how he'd turned firestone sack-filling into a game. He was about to respond, when he heard Jarith, and an instant later Argotath, inform him of the Hatching.
"I'm not going to be in the Stands this time, Varkyr. I'll be on the Sands, in the area the newly-hatched dragonets go after bonding to have their first meal. I'm Weyrlingmaster for this class, remember? So I'll be in an even better spot to see things happen. I hope you Impress this time. I'd love to personally teach you how to ride." He stood, brushing a couple crumbs off his tunic.
"Time to shine, kiddo," he said to Varkyr, smiling warmly. Since he was this class's Weyrlingmaster, the man needed to be present on the Sands. As his son left, he headed to a different section of the Sands, directing the drudges as they started bringing in buckets of meat for the newly-hatched dragonets. When he had everything neat and orderly in the section new bonded pairs belonged, he stood near the buckets with a smile on his face. Already a dragonet had hatched. Excellent. He couldn't wait.
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Masterharper Naras, of course, was always around when he was needed. Between lessons with the various Harper Apprentices and Journeymen, or lessons in the Creche, he'd been in the Stands to watch the White and her eggs. Damask and her clutch had also drawn his interest. He'd been zoned out, thinking about what to bring up in Naanell's lessons when Jarith alerted everyone in the Weyr to her hatching eggs. With a smile, Naras moved to a different seat, one closer to the action. Perhaps this Hatching would be worthy of a joyous ballad, one worthy of sending back to the Harperhall. The last Hatching had woefully deprived him of such material.
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Maggie
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Post by Maggie on Mar 15, 2013 17:53:20 GMT -5
Genner-mine! Awake! Gennesk bugled, his mental voice echoing through the cavern as his mental voice echoed through Genner's mind. Genner cursed. He had been enjoying a nice cuddle with W'lin. Then he cued into the humming and his face split into a boyish grin. He leaned over, stealing a kiss.
"Hatching. Come on." He rolled over,reaching for clothes. Gelin would die of embarrassment if his father showed up shirtless.
Gelin jad finished supper early as usual and had been headed down to visit Gennesk when he heard the humming and Jarith's call. He used a few words he had learned young from his mother, racing towards his room to throw his white robes on over his clothes. He didn't have time to fully change
He took a minute to collect himself before stepping onto the sands. "Thank you for letting us Satnd to meet your lovely babies." He bowed low to Jarith, giving her a brilliant smile before going to stand in line as he was supposed to. He spotted a tall, ugly, pale figure lurking in the stands and his grin widened. Genner had shown up, even if it was a dragon hatching.
He caught his breath as he caught a glimpse of the beautiful first dragonet. A... Viridian? A green? He wasn't entirely sure. It was a credit to its sparkly mother, that was for sure.
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Nia
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Post by Nia on Mar 15, 2013 18:02:22 GMT -5
Sleeping early was for the weak! So Joni was up and about, sitting on the floor of her room while she clapped at her three firelizards flying above her head. She clapped in rhythm as the flitters circled around, timing them in a dance Joni was attempting to make them do. Ohm kept getting bored of it, though, so she'd collapse down on to Joni's head in an attempt to make the girl stop her "dance lessons". Joni shook her head to make Ohm fall off, or pull on her hair depending on the Green's reflexes, so the cycle would continue.
There wasn't anything else to do, really. It was the end of the day and she'd finish all her chores, and she'd eaten a late lunch so she wasn't hungry. There was a lot to explore around the Weyr, but Joni wasn't feeling very explorative right now. Which was really weird of her! But she'd been spending a majority of her time exploring lately, so she figured she should probably spend some time getting to know her new room. It wasn't the same as the one at Frontier, obviously, AND she had to share, so she'd kind of been avoiding it. She was a little bit attached to her old room, and this one was just so weird and off-putting. Whatever! It was worth it, for a dragon!
Speaking of, all her firelizards suddenly stopped circling each other in the air to look up and hum. They began circling even faster as Joni jumped to her feet, stumbling a bit and falling immediatley back down onto her rear. She stood up again, fumbling around in her wardrobe to look for those robe things. White robes white robes... aha! There. She found them quicker than she'd thought she would and tossed them over her head. Right, step one complete! Step two, sandals. She slipped her feet into those weird sandal things, already hating them. They were nothing like boots, and they felt flimsy. These would never last! Oh well. She had to respect their traditions, or she'd get eaten or something by a baby dragon like they'd been warned at the Candidate Lessons. Yikes.
Right! All dressed, Joni pumped her fist into the air. "Right! We can do it!" she said to her firelizards, who perched on her desk and shelves, tilting their heads curiously at their girl. She sure was an excitable one. "You're supposed to join me in saying it," Joni fake-pouted at her firelizards, crossing her arms at the trio. Ohm chirped, but Ora and One just exchanged glances. "Oh whatever. You three stay here, okay? I don't think Jarith would care, but... like, you probably shouldn't go," she figured this was probably the right way to go about it. She'd miss Ohm and Ora and One's familiar closeness, but she had to go face this alone! Like a personal trial, maybe.
"Okay, I'm going!" she said to the trio of firelizards, waving to them as she ran out the door. That was enough messing around! There was no way she was going to let herself be late to an actual for real dragon Hatching! Her first one, too. No way no way was she missing it! She ran as fast as she could on the horrible sandals, desperately wishing she could have worn her boots or something. But she didn't want to risk anything that might get her tossed out and have F'ton be disappointed in her. She wanted to prove herself to him! That she could be a dragonrider too, and they could be dragonriders together, and maybe in the same wing?! Her heart felt light as she ran to the Hatching Sands entrance, slamming her feet down to stop herself from running straight on to the Sands. She slowed herself down to a walk, breathing in deeply before actually entering. This was it! This was it!!!
She hadn't expected this many people, although she probably should have. A baby was already beginning to poke its head out of its egg, but Joni marched in what she hoped was a calm manner over to Jarith, bowing enthusiastically to the White. "Pretty mommy Jarith! Thank you very much for allowing me to stand!" she said with a very serious expression on her face, bringing up her hand to salute the White and her eggs before quickly turning around and merging into the girl's Candidate line. She looked around for anyone she knew from the firelizard expedition, and spotted Letorin. She waved to him, grinning and mouthing "good luck!!!" to him. It was probably not nice to talk during a Hatching, and now there was a really big green hatchling that'd emerged! It seemed pretty big, and Joni wasn't entirely sure if Greens could get that big. But, wait, she'd heard that there were like, Viridians? Maybe that was it. Viridians were like big greens, except male and angry, and this dragon certainly looked kind of pissed off. Joni hoped it wasn't her it was mad at. And it was such a pretty dragon, too! She'd been right about them sparkling.
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Another Hatching, eh.... Avalle didn't want to get up, or go. But Jarith was a very well-behaved, if somewhat slow, White, and didn't deserve to be shunned just because of a bad Hatching with another dragon. And really, that was the fault of the Rider, not the dragon. Avalle sighed, though, rolling over in her bed. You need to go, [/i] Callistath's voice was stern. Avalle didn't respond. It was just a Hatching, and besides, she needed to see if her new rules were being enforced. She was sure that they would be, but if the Candidates started acting up again.... A pit of dread formed in the Junior Weyrwoman's stomach. Jarith's eggs were big, far too large for a White her size. That was just another source of worry: what if there was something wrong with the dragonets inside? A white/white pairing was almost unheard of. There is no point in worrying about things that have not happened yet. You will go with me, or I will go by myself.[/i] Callistath absolutely would not miss a Hatching. She was a Gold, a Queen, it was her Weyr and her duty to watch over it and the Hatchings, especially since she and Avalle had sort of taken over Hatchings as their area of expertise. Avalle gave a deep sigh and sat up, shaking her head to make her hair fall back into place, or at least sort of place. They arrived at the Hatching at a fairly average time, not too early or too late. It seemed like maybe half of the Candidates had already arrived. They settled themselves up high in the Stands again, situated behind Jarith in order to have the best view. Not that it mattered, as Callistath was big enough to see over the other dragons. Which was also why she'd chosen to sit in the back. Ladies didn't block other's viewpoints, now did they? Your clutch is very pretty, Jarith. Just like you, Callistath complimented Jarith, figuring the White would probably appreciate it. Her time in the spotlight was almost over, so it wouldn't hurt. Avalle turned to give her a bit of a look, though. The eggs had already begun hatching. A very nicely colored dragon came out of one of the larger eggs, making Avalle frown somewhat. Whites generally did not hatch Viridians. She supposed it could be a white/white fluke, but that made her worry a bit about the other eggs. Two other eggs were just as large as the yellow one had been. Well, as long as the Viridian was a healthy one she supposed it didn't matter. The dragon had the usual slightly irritated expression common with Viridians, but Avalle still wasn't quite convinced. She leaned forward on her hands, praying that Faranth wouldn't put her through another Hatching as chaotic as the last one.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 15, 2013 18:04:15 GMT -5
A sky-colored dragon puffed into the Bowl, then twirled down and hopped onto a ledge. His rider, clad in a winter coat rather than riding leathers, dismounted and headed for the front row. In his arms was a bundle wrapped in wherhide, a little too big to be his folded leathers alone. It also had a couple wriggling boots sticking out the bottom. Once he'd found a bench, L'xon set the bundle down aside him and peeled off the leathers. After a moment, a boy sat there, with the same saturated yellow hair as the bluerider who'd brought him. He looked around, grinned at L'xon, then hopped off the bench and ran straight to the edge of the stone barrier so he could peer over the top at the white dragon and her eggs. He didn't say anything, just produced a kind of gutteral "ahhh" of surprise, and maybe content. L'xon started to smile.
A shadow fell over them both. L'xon looked to their right, then grabbed the boy back from the barrier, hauling him in against his chest and looking over his fuzzy blond head at the tanrider passing. Lexen, trapped as he was, turned his face to the left and watched the dragon-sized man walk away from them down the row. He glanced up into his father's eyes: L'xon had poorly contained his scowl. He had the idea that, if Lexen had not been retracted, the other rider might have run him over like a brainless dray, or whipped his face with the edge of his black leather jacket.
"Ya don't hafta hold me," Lexen muttered after a second, and when L'xon released him in surprise, he smiled up. "I'm not a baby." He turned around and smushed back up against the barrier, nose actually resting over the stone top. When L'xon mumbled "you are right, of course," Lexen did not even notice.
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Q'sis was not here for Jarith. Whether or not a runt dragon could make five healthy offspring or not failed to concern him: the only hope for the day was that it would not make additional runts, or even worse blind cripples like Zuccheroth.
And the tanrider certainly had better things to do. Like make money, for all the good it did a dragonrider whose every desire was in guaranteed supply. Still, he had been making quite a few friends among the Weyrfolk lately. Today, for no reason at all, he was handed a cup of chilled wine as soon as he picked out his seat. Q'sis did not give the generous woman anything for her trouble, but she still curtsied, bending her bosom forward. He glanced over, then back out at the Hatching pit. Stonebloods. They never changed.
Though he had taken a front row seat, his view was not especially close to Jarith. Instead, he was in the rows just behind Damask. After she landed, he'd had Unath follow him, till now she laid out on the ledge directly behind him. Her jaw pressed to the rock and she watched the red wher with her usual blank face. It was still dark over here, out of respect for the Damali's pet monstrosity, but through Unath's eyes he could still see everything.
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"Well that's too bad," Tussbuul said, stuffing the hand that was not on his cane pommel into the pocket of his jacket as he watched dragons and men stream into the Hatching Sands. Tusk raised her head toward the crowded mess, then snorted and dipped it back to the stone of the Bowl, shuffling along the eastern perimeter. The firelizard on Tuss' shoulder gawked after the growing commotion a little longer, a feeble hum bubbling in his short neck. He flipped his small wings open and closed as if trying to flag down some of the oncoming dragons. "You can go if you want, Billy," Tussbuul suggested. "It's a white like you!"
Billy went still at this suggestion, peering back at Tussbuul. He cheeped a few times, discordantly, and tumbled more than took off from the wherhandler's shoulder. He vanished, and in less than a second- truly to Tuss it looked simultaneous -was back again, with a picture of a sparkling green head. A hatchling. "Fast, aren't they? I have to get back to all this," Tuss commented, waving the end of his cane at the eastern half of the Bowl. "But you're not a handler Billy. You can do what you like." Billy responded to this by rubbing furiously at his nose with both paws, and Tuss grinned.
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 15, 2013 18:04:50 GMT -5
Candidacy was, well...not exactly what Valentine had always seen for herself, and to be honest, she was still undecided about how she felt about the idea of Impression. On the one hand, the Candidatemasters all made it sound so beautiful, even Nimara with Waroth. They made it sound like you weren't really complete until you had your other half, and while part of Valentine found that offensive - most people didn't get dragons or whers, after all - she had to admit, there had always been a hole inside her that she tried to ignore. A hole that said, you don't know what you want out of life, and maybe you'll never be truly satisfied. Val had always longed for more and never quite been able to articulate what more meant. Maybe a dragon would fix that.
On the other hand? That kind of thinking seemed childish. Getting a dragon didn't fix anything, it just made life more complicated. And the longer she toiled away as a Candidate, the more she thought the adventure of dragonriding was a hoax. Chores were tedious. The idea of wing drills, Threadfall for the majority of her life, being completely unable to leave and try something new? That chafed, a lot. Sure, the dragonriders seemed to find ways to entertain themselves, but...once you Impressed, you were stuck. At least if she kept baking and walked the tables, she could get herself assigned anywhere she liked. Transferring Weyrs was different, and...
And it was stupid, that was what, to think about a theoretical life in the future when she hadn't even stood for a single hatching yet. The point was? Candidacy freaking sucked. While Valentine wasn't stupid and had no intention of doing anything but toeing the line, she thought it was bloody dismal how the Candidatemasters were overreacting to what had happened at the last hatching, determined to suck every sign of life and personality out of their charges. The group made its own fun in a lot of ways, but a lot of them were really young and their kind of ridiculous play wasn't Valentine's idea of a good time. Also, Weyrs were boring. The winter was too mild to ice skate, but cold enough that she was not happy about constantly walking back and forth across the enormous Bowl.
All things considered, Valentine had done a very good job working herself into a Mood. But all that, all the long months of uncertainty and boredom, vanished in an instant when the call came and the humming throbbed in her bones. Finally, some action! She sprinted into her room and tossed her robe on, tied her hair back, and slipped into her boots. She didn't even care that the winter wind chilled her to the bone as she hurried outside in such thin fabric. This was it. She probably wouldn't Impress, she knew that. Only five eggs, and from all she'd heard, she rather thought, from a white, that at least one would be a dud. But she considered several of the other Candidates her friends, and she would be very glad to see them Impress. And of course, there were some she disliked, and would be very glad to see left standing.
This was not a time for pettiness, however. She took her place on the hot sands, bowed low to Jarith, and said, "I'm honoured to stand for you." Was this the first white clutch sired by a white in all of Pern? It very well might be, and anything could happen. The Candidatemasters had prepared them for potential violence...
But not for sparkles. The viridian glittered in the glowlight as the caverns began to fill up, and Valentine couldn't help but grin. Oh, it would be grand to Impress one of these, though. They were going to be so very special. Which of the boys would he Impress? Gelin? Letorin? Raxeris? Duskenari? Or maybe a girl. She was aware of how rare cross-Impressions were, but Dalibor seemed to be racking them up at a magnificent rate.
Yes, her gloomy thoughts about this being the wrong place to be were well and truly laid to rest. It was a privilege to be a Candidate for this, and she would really have to send something special to D'lios and Perbiath in thanks. She glanced up at the stands, wondering if he would come to see his holdfolk stand; Cambyses and Samara were just arriving, but they didn't have far to go, and the news reached them so quickly every time. Her eyes fell on Fajra, and she kept her face blank, though inwardly she wondered if the Weyrwomen would have conniptions if that viridian Impressed Rax, whose sister had caused them so much trouble not so long ago. That would be hilarious, so of course she was now rooting for him.
Silently, though. They'd been warned about talking amongst themselves, and she wasn't going to stand out. She itched to do so, like she always did, but this was neither the time nor the place, and she kept a tight rein on her impulses. Not meditating, exactly - her thoughts were as fleetfooted as ever - but Jazz had at least taught them how to stand, and Valentine didn't fidget at all, hands clasped tightly behind her back.
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Post by Dragonwher on Mar 15, 2013 18:54:51 GMT -5
Mira had been eating with the others when the call had gone out that the eggs were hatching; but luckily avoided choking. She was quick to follow the other Candidates and get her Robe and boots on, as well as her sturdier tunic under the white robe for a just in case protection. Then she'd hurried along to the sands. As she neared the Hatching ground she slowed down and tried to calm and centre herself as she got onto the sands. Just as soon as her boot-heels met the Hatching ground she was glad someone had suggested boots over the sandals.
Even if she could easily still feel the heat infusing the footwear, at this rate she'd be stuffing her boots with sweet oil infused cloths for Turns to get the sweat smell out. But that was honestly the last thing on her mind as she smiled at the happy mother and her eggs. She was so happy she hadn't been late, even if she'd not heard the warnings of what would happen to her if she was. She did silently greet the mother Jarith though, with a slight bow of respect. Sure she wasn't a Queen, but it couldn't hurt to be respectful. Especially if her potential weyrmate was in an egg this Hatching. Though she was also careful to give a respectful nod to the shadowy corner where Damask was, just in case the Wher was awake.
Asher meanwhile was sent to roost in the stands so as to not bother the Hatching babies, though he was skittering from where Mira's folks sat thanks to K'var-friend. As well as among the other watchers, some of whom shoo'd him away like K'var did...just because he stuck his nose toward a bucket of nice smells. He did eventually settle besides another young person, who he peeped at conversationally before focusing on the Eggs and Mira-friend as he perched beside Kida. Though he was being obedient; Mira-friend told him to stay up here until she'd left the sandy place. So up here he would stay, while her parents watched happily, hoping to see her Impress. Though she eyed the new-hatched baby warily but with interest. IT might be irritated that it couldn't see its person at first but she stood still for now, if it tried to pass her she'd scoot not before.
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princesal
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Post by princesal on Mar 15, 2013 19:33:03 GMT -5
Hatchings. W'lin, hatchings.
Chyurath sounded... excited, and with a smile, he knew why. The Iron had taken a real shine to Gelin, the boy had impressed Chyu, and he expected that the lad would impress, especially if W'lin and Genner were in the front row. Chyu's own giddiness made his rider happy, and the stolen kiss, had W'lin laughing, and getting dressed himself, before jumping up to pull Genner down to give him more than just a quick stolen kiss. "Chyurath wants us right in front..."
And what Chyurath wanted, he was actually going to get. When they arrived at the stands, even if he had to push people out of the way, he was going to make sure that Genner had a front row seat in the stands, and W'lin would be grinning ear to ear, just waiting for the Impressions to start.
You know it's possible he won't impress a dragon. Both his parents are handlers.
We will cheer him on at ever hatching until he does!
"Gelin has one very big fan..." Thumbing towards the Iron that landed, Chyu had one eye on the eggs, and one on the candidates.
I bet that's a Viridian!
It was nice to see Chyurath this excited.
Dusk wondered if in general people remembered where they were when they heard a hatching going off. Right now he was sequestered to his room, having snuck a few pieces of bread off. His face looked like someone had punched him, the swelling of his nose had gone down pretty quickly, and it hadn't been a break, nor was it healing crooked or weird. But it was as many different bruise colors of the rainbow that there was possible, as well as both of his eyes were black. When he heard the announcement from excited candidates, he wondered if today would be the day he impressed... and the first face his dragon would see would be one bruised up beyond belief.
Standing, he rolled Cocoarii over, and started getting changed into his robes. He was just about finished, when Gelin came in like a whirlwind and right back out again. Staring at the door, Duskenari couldn't help but smile and start chuckling. He was just as excited, but he was also terrified. Would this be another time he was left standing? What about Dawnova? Would she impress while he didn't. The knot in his stomach grew by the second, and with a few pats to his sleepy feline, "Wish me luck Cocoarii..." He was off.
As soon as he was out the door, a giant smile was on his face, and with a whoop shouted into the air, he raced off with the other candidates, all grins and laughter, because he didn't want his nervousness to catch on to everyone... he was sure that EVERYONE else was just as nervous. Moving with the crowd of candidates, he tried to reach Gelin and Letorin, but fell short a couple times. The others kept the air around them warm as they broke out onto the sands, his feet heating through the sandles almost immediately, and the thrill of possible Impression lodging firmly in his throat. Was there anyone out there cheering for him? Was anyone in the stands wondering about him? He was thinking about all his friends, crossing his fingers for them and hoping that they succeeded even if he failed. It came time for him to greet Jarith, and he bowed low, red brain flopping over his shoulders. "Thank you so much for letting us stand, Jarith. I hope your hatchlings are all healthy, and all impress."
Then he was making way for the next candidate, and moving towards where the other boys were. He tried to stand as close as possible to either Gelin or Letorin, but with the way everyone was already choosing what they perceived as prime Impression space, he wasn't sure he was going to be able to do so. Then an egg cracked open, and he froze. Turning towards it, his heart soared, and the only thing he could thing was 'It's starting.'
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Post by Ruin on Mar 15, 2013 19:51:35 GMT -5
Leave it in the hands of little babies...or claws in this case...to pick the most inopportune moment to be born. True, it could have happened a quarter mark ago when she was still elbows deep in manure and covered in filth, but she was not one to enjoy missing a good meal. Of course, exceptions could be made. This would just have to be one of them! No sooner had she bitten into her first meatroll than the call had gone up, well...less a call and more of a hum that seemed to seep into your bones like water into limestone...no sooner had it started than she tossed her laden tray on the nearest table and was off. At least it was the table! Her father had never broken of her of the habit to toss unwanted food right over her shoulder, but the Weyr sure had.
Only barely.
Thick mess of copper coils bouncing like a small cloud around her head, loose second-hand tunic, requisitioned from the stores, flapping around her short frame: She was a flurry of movement from the Dining Hall to the Barracks. She didn't necessarily bowl anyone over like a runaway runner...at least she didn't think she had...but she wasn't much for stopping to check how the others were doing either. This was her day! Their day...okay...five of them would have their day today if the eggs weren't wont to be duds, but she was just a wee bit selfish. Wasn't everyone? Already washed, she stripped the moment she was in her bare stone room, in fact it looked hardly lived in for all that she was here, just to sleep and not much else most days. Of course some of the others had brought this and that from their homes, but she'd only brought the clothes on her back, the horse she rode in on, and the bow that had been slung easily over her shoulders.
And neither of those were allowed to come with her, that was for sure! Oh but she wouldn't want to be late either! There were places to be, dragons to impress to Impress, and fellow candidates (maybe even a few friends) to see off. Oh and the white beastie herself of course, who could forget that lovely darling! Stumbling out into the hallway, past the others as they moved and rushed, Hio was only just slipping the white robes over her pale freckled body when she reached the gaping maw of the entrance tunnel that would deliver her to her destiny. Hers! She had sailed across the oceans of Pern to be here, and maybe she might have missed a few things during her travels, but she was ready to settle down.
Ready to make her fate her own.
Hopefully any dragon who knew her, as dragons were said to know theirs, would understand her ambition and not try to keep her firmly planted on the ground. How could someone stay on the ground when they had dragon wings to lift them up? Sure maybe a few lines would need to be crossed, and a few feet trodden on, but it would all turn out right as a spring rain. Oh maybe she'd need a little guidance, to turn her fiery passions towards the sinister Threads instead of simply at a life all her own, but she was malleable enough...at least she thought she was. Smiling brightly at her fellows as the pressed down the tunnel, Hio couldn't keep from bouncing along, her head well below most of theirs, though her stringy curls quite trying to make up for the height lost to her by her mother's making.
"Oi, g'luck an see ye affer, eh?" she practically whistled to the others, giving the ones she new the best a chipper wink before she strode out onto the hot sands. Ah! Try and get her sands! She'd kept on her best and thickest work boots, the ones the Herdercrafters wore to protect against stomping beast hooves and heavy beams alike. Sure it was mighty toasty, and they'd probably need Threads to clean them after all the sweat she'd pour into them, but certainly a hatching of five couldn't last that long. Now...remember! No funny business! She wasn't about to have all her chances spoiled because she got it into her head to have a good go with her companions during a Hatching. No, they'd been warned well away from that sort of chicanery the moment they arrived.
Otherwise she'd have had Regulus deliver her o'course.
Sniffing slightly in the hot air, Hio turned her bright gaze up to the stone stands and the flood of colourful people, and dragons, who were filing in and backwinging onto the ledges above. Much a'do around here, but that was to be expected. She'd never actually seen a hatching until now, and truth be told she was quite askance at the goings on, but...well there were babies, and a Red wher around, and it wouldn't do to be the silly bit that got herself mauled because she was gawking like a lopped off wherry head what lost its own body. Nope, not her. Plucking at her bright white robes (boy weren't these like a huge bright come-and-maul-me-now target), Hio gave a few clucks of her tongue against her teeth before a crack from the eggs stole all of her attentions away.
It was starting!
Oh and what a pretty beasty indeed what was coming out from down yonder. She of course had placed herself front and center...well center of the girls line...because the shortest deserved the best view, and if there was a dragon for her she'd like it if they could find one another quick enough and get on with their lives...some liked to lollygag she heard. Well not her. At any rate being right up there was giving her the best view of her life, and as she watched the bright creature she only hoped her half-interrupted stomach wouldn't give away the hunger that still gnawed at her. It sparkled. Not her stomach, but the baby dragon. Green as could be and much like its mama. Though it wasn't an 'it' was it? She'd heard some of the boys making whispers about a nice big king-of-sorts for them to ride, well they'd just see about that. This place had all sorts of crazy colours, and look at the white beastie herself sitting there so pretty.
Nothing about this would be normal, Hio thought to herself, planting her hands on her hips in the hopes that spreading out her body might allow the small wisps of cool air from the openings above and behind to flow around her body and whisk away sweat and heat alike. She was quite sure she was turning red in the murk, baking like a soft globe of white dough. Of course she wasn't, though her freckled face was flushing an odd shade of pink, but that was how it went for those fair of skin: Not even hard labour in the sun could change her complexion. Just then her stomach did sound, and Hio's jaw went slightly slack with vexation, but she made no other move, and she did her best to recover lest the newborns take offense at her distaste...though if they heard as well as any others it was probably far too late a thing for that. |
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Post by Reky on Mar 15, 2013 21:51:31 GMT -5
For a while, the green-colored dragonet was the only one standing on the sands. Jarith, standing proud and tall behind her clutch, grinned at each of the incoming candidates, as she'd seen and talked to all of them, some more often than others. Truthfully, she would have been just as welcoming if she hadn't seen any of the hopefuls before in her life. They just looked so cute in their white robes! Clearly, robes were engineered with her in mind. Far back when the tradition was established - and she could only just barely comprehend the notion of ancient history, thanks to her white's mind - they had to have thought that, one day, a beautiful dragon named Jarith would match all of her favourite candidates perfectly. They had to!
The space in time where the one dragonet stood alone, though, hung for an awkward length in the cavern. The eggs rocked around it, and their mother rocked behind it all, but the dragon stood solid and self-assured. It was confident. It was, of course, a prime example of a dragon. Even in hatchlinghood, it was well-proportioned and well-muscled. The newborn gangliness was present, but in no more shocking a way than any other sturdy, healthy baby born in the history of Pern. The look that it surveyed the candidates with, though, was one of suspicion. Who did they think they were? It narrowed its eyes. Separating the female ones from the males... Outrageous. Wearing white... Outrageous. Standing there like that, all entitled... Appalling.
Jarith, though, seemed ignorant to her child's sour mood. She was all excitement and with good reason. The small, more bluish egg split open and a cyan tumbled unceremoniously onto the sands. She wiggled her wings to dry the egg goop, getting awkwardly to her feet with her head ducked. When she raised it, her hide caught the setting sun's light in a multitude of glittering pinpoints. Like mother, like daughter; the little cyan sparkled. Her hide was largely uniform in shade, aside from that, and was a tropical but calming shade of teal. Her body promised grace and litheness in the future, but there was a problem.
She was very, very small. Where her preceding sibling's shoulders rose to most candidates' waists, the cyan's shoulders came only to their knees. Jarith cooed over the both of them, though, and the cyan did not seem to mind the staggering difference between her and her clutchmate. She seemed intent on picking a fight anyways.
At first, the tiny thing was quite polite. It seemed as if she was only offering advice, but the green giant refused it; snarled something about the disgusting state of the world. The cyan even seemed to agree. It was not long before they were butting heads, though, each clearly only believing in their own opinion on whatever it was they were bickering about. They chattered and snarled and hissed, but held their own ground. The claws would not come out. Each of them thoughts they were better than that.
Into the middle of their spat was tipped a baby of cornflower blue, and he was even smaller than the cyan and nearly as feminine. Dusted on his shoulders and face was a lighter shade, but oddly, dusted nowhere on him at all, were any sparkles. The blue was matte entirely. That he would be smaller than his cyan sister, though, was curious indeed, but he would never notice nor mind. He took his first hesitant steps to stand between the duo, and sighed what he hoped was a convincing argument as to why they shouldn't argue. Life was too short. There were too many beautiful things, like him, to waste precious time arguing. Who cared? Create, don't destroy.
The others weren't having it, though, and the blue sighed again and gave up quickly. Whatever, he thought. Who cared? And he nudged through the broken pieces of his little green egg before taking a bit of shell in his mouth and sauntering calmly away.
G'lin, Mine, I sparkle on the inside, I'll have you know, he drawled. Here, take this. I'm starting a collection. I'm the curator. Curator Anablimyth. I don't know, it's just my passion or something. I can't help who I am. I'm just a beautiful, broken person and I need to document it. This shell is symbolic of my hard times in life. Despite being a few short minutes old, Anablimyth managed to pass the shell onto Gelin with a surprisingly weary posture. Oh, no, what are you even wearing? G'lin, Mine, you can do so much better. Come on, then. I want to curate a large and entertaining social circle. Can I send them pictures of my food? With my mind, of course. I'm a dragon. That's what dragons do.
Blue Anablimyth, Impressed to G'lin (Gelin)
Anablimyth does not sparkle like his mother or his siblings, but maintains that he 'sparkles on the inside.' Entitlement runs in the family, and Ana is not exempt. He is vain and exudes a meticulous aura of coolness. He is super cool. He is the coolest he can possibly be. He is also very chill about it, though, and never gets very assertive - but it doesn't hide that fact that he really is full of himself.
He delights in collecting kitschy objects and assigning them arbitrary symbolisms. G'lin will need extra shelves to deal with Anablimyth's careful curating. He likes to organize and display whatever strikes his fancy, be it eggshells, rocks, feathers, bones, or driftwood. He over-shares how great he thinks his life is and everyone ends up knowing more about him than they really wanted to - especially G'lin. He also dresses and grooms G'lin now. His boy will not be some unattractive loser, especially with a dragon as cool as Ana.
Anablimyth will only grow to be 18 feet long from nose to rump - about the size of large white or small black.
The cyan, meanwhile, has taken up the offensive role. She snaps at her sibling while he sibling sneers back. The cyan is small, but she is wicked, and they nearly seem matched in vile arrogance. Suddenly, though, as if she had just made a point she was particularly proud of, the cyan grinned and whipped away from the green beast, trotting towards the candidates with her head held high. There was no question of who she wanted; there had never been a question. She had simply been delayed by the representative of the depraved majority of the Pernese populace. It was alright, though; she knew she was better than everyone else. She knew that everything she did was right.
She came sweetly to brush the legs of her chosen boy, admiring his long auburn hair. He would know, somewhere in the back of his mind, that her name was Enciath. D'nari, [/i] she said, her voice kind and caring. She sounded like she would help orphans at the drop of a hat. Sorry about all of that! Let us leave these primitive hypocrites behind, shall we? I can't believe that they can be so uneducated! Which, considering they had all just been hatched, would be an oddly conceited statement, were it not for the concern in her tone. I'm not wrong. She is. Ah, oh well, nothing I can do about it. If they won't accept I'm right, that's their problem! I like you much better than her, anyway. I like you a lot. Obviously. You're a good person. Now, let's-- oh. Oh wait.[/i] Catching the scent of the meat buckets on the chilly evening breeze, she arched her spine. What is that simultaneously enticing and disgusting smell? I hate it! Cyan Enciath, Impressed to D'nari (Duskenari)
Enciath is the biggest hypocrite she can possibly be. The pot is always calling the kettle black in her case. The moment she works it out that most useful things on Pern are derived from fellow animals will be a terrible moment indeed, for Enciath wishes desperately that she could be entirely vegan. She does not know the word for that, of course, since the Terran trend had been abandoned before it even got on the ship to P.E.R.N., but Enciath is bringing it back in style. Or, at least, she would if she could, but she can't. Subsisting on plant matter is not in a dragon's diet. Unfortunately, she will forever find the taste of meat delicious and the idea of it nauseating. D'nari, however, may be forced into vegetarianism. It depends on how convincing Enciath is.
She is quite nice as a whole, though, and a very giving dragon. She is a health nut and cares obsessively about hers and D'nari's physical well-being, and will always opt for exercise in her spare time. She likes to talk about how she's always helping the environment in stupid, insignificant ways, and will rail on anyone who willingly eats meat, despite having to consume it herself. She loves to help and give out advice, but... only if you're not a bloodmouth.
Enciath will only grow to be 20 feet long, the size of a smallish black. The monstrous green dragon - for Enciath had confirmed, at least to Hers, that the creature was a she - watched the Impressions with the same sour expression on her face. Both Enciath and Anablimyth had made beelines for their riders, leaving the other candidates in the dust. That was absolutely unfair! What ever happened to equality? She barked furiously: equality! But, then again, the candidates where standing there all in white, just as entitled as they were before. Wasn't she allowed to be a free dragon? Who decided that her role had to be defined by social traditions? So, for now, she was torn between approaching the hopefuls and doing away with them entirely. They needed to check their privilege. While she brooded, the pink egg worked out the puzzle of spiderline cracks on its shell and opened with a pop. With a squeal of unrestrained delight, a fantastically hot-pink pink leapt out of her confines and flopped out into the world of learning how legs worked. The pink, just like the green, was about the size of a subqueen would have been, and seemed intent on using it to her advantage to trample all over the leftover eggshells. She squealed again, spotting the candidates, and was just so happy. Mother Jarith squealed back to her pink child. Had she found her favourite daughter? Yes she had! They chattered happily at each other for some time, oblivious to the stir all of the genetic anomalies was no doubt creating. A white-by-white clutch fluke, of course - but as wondrous as it was, Pern probably did not need a subqueen-sized pink.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Maggie on Mar 15, 2013 22:23:09 GMT -5
Gelin vaguely heard enthusiastic cheering from the stands, but all he could see was the beautiful blue in front of him. It didn't matter that he wasn't sparkly and he wasn't the biggest dragon ever, he was absolutely perfect. And he had given Gelin a perfect gift, a piece of his egg shell. He reached out, touching Anablimyth's face gently. The blue seemed to sigh with blasé discouragement. "You can send them pictures of your food as much as you want. Come on now, we'll get that food." He patted ghebblue's neck and Anablimyth sighed again, sauntering along beside him.
Why do you have to dress like everyone else, G'lin-mine? It's so.... Mainstream, Ana muttered as G'lin started to cut up food for him. He accepted it greedily, though, making sure to broadcast a few images ofmit with his mind, well tinted and retouched to make them look old and dreamy.
G'lin stared at him in enraptured awe. He was beautiful, all sleek and blue and chicly matte. He was a jewel, even among such a shiny clutch. Something inside of him fell into place and he suddenly understood all those times his parents had ignored him for their whers. There would never be anything or anyone as important as Ana. And ghe lue knew it. Oy did he know it. He was preening under the attention, even as he ate.
"My boy Impressed first! Did you see that!" Genner was bursting with pride. He kissed W'lin hard. "My little boy's all grown up and a rider now! A bluerider!"
Gennesk had thought that he would feel sad. He had thought that he would feel cheated, as if something important had been stolen. But now all he could feel was an intense sense of rightness. He bugled in loud triumph as he started his happy dance of joy.
Are you destroying our quarters again? Genner asked suspiciously.
Gennesk is be happy! Mini-mine is be Anablimyth's! Not-wher is be Enciask! Gennesk is be happy! the wher was most definitely destroying his quarters with his dancing. Genner found it suddenly hard to care.
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Post by maruset on Mar 15, 2013 22:34:46 GMT -5
The green was quite attractive, though now that he saw the size of some of the other hatchlings, Letorin wasn't sure if that was a green or one of the viridians. He had never been to a dragon hatching before, so he wasn't sure what to expect, sizewise.
Though with the blue, what he thought was a cyan, Letorin was more confused than anything about what to expect a baby dragon to hatch out. Maybe he'd find out more about the average size of hatchlings to their adult size later.
Though he held his breath as the blue moved, and then let it out in a faintly pleased sound as he went to Gelin. That.... A very lovely shade of blue, and he grinned for his friend. That grin only expanded when the scene repeated with the cyan and Dusk. That was two of his friends who had Impressed! That was great news! Letorin hoped that he might join them, but there were only three chances left now, and only one egg left unhatched as the amazingly large pink exploded out.
Maybe he'd still have a chance, the it was looking dimmer now. Well, if nothing else, his friends had impressed, and that was something to celebrate.
It made Iola smile as the tiny little blue went to Gelin. Blues weren't huge, and she thought Gelin would be happy with a blue. Then Dusk got one as well. Which meant Gelin would have a friend in his weyrling class. Also a good thing, and she liked Dusk. He had a good sense of humor and reminded her of her favorite brother. So she was happy that he got to Impress as well.
She was curious about the sizes. They seemed all out of sorts. But the parents were both whites. Who knew what to expect from that. She was half surprised they hadn't thrown some odd color yet. Though there was still one egg left.
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Post by Dragonwher on Mar 15, 2013 22:36:59 GMT -5
Things had begun happening so fast, Mira's head nearly spun. But she was determined to remain still and quiet; even as her eyes shone with joy for the others who had found their life partners. She faintly smiled in a joyful way as she looked at Bonded pairs and the as yet unbonded pink. Up in the stands she could almost feel her parents proud looks shining down on her. Sure she hadn't found her Other half...yet but it made things so much more joyful to know her parents were here to see her Stand and possibly Impress. As she let her eyes roam she silently giggled noting the blue who was unsparkly but still very wonderful in his own way.
The sparkly green was still interesting even as she went off with her Chosen, or looked like she was trying to ; considering they had yet to move to the area she could see K'var in. Then she finally noted the cute little Cyan and smiled brightly at it, wondering who the lil one would pick, since the cornflower blue had found His. The Pink's choice as well as the choice of the unhatched egg were also on Mira's mind but the thoughts were locked behind a wall of quietly happy excitement at being in the midst of a Hatching, small though it was.
Asher meanwhile had started chattering enough for his person and himself...whether he was trying to chatter with Kida or at the youngster was indeterminable however. As if they knew what the excited little Black was doing Mira's parents were chuckling at Asher's antics as they kept eyes on Mirandel. Both adults truly hoping their little girl wouldn't be too horribly crushed if she didn't Impress this time.
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Post by Chek on Mar 15, 2013 23:13:38 GMT -5
Damali and Damask, tucked away in their corner, watched with interest as Jarith’s eggs began rocking with enthusiasm; Jarith’s call to the Candidates only confirmed what they already had figured out was happening. Damask, after a few more minutes of watching the eggs, stsarting grumbling and hissing to herself as Candidates and spectators started filing in, the Hatching Cavern starting to fill with light as weyrfolk started uncovering glows.
Damali slid Damask’s goggles over the red’s eyes, fastening them in place firmly so Damask could curl up around her eggs protectively, back to Jarith, her eggs, and the Candidates – she did, however, keep reaching out wordlessly to check on her absent and distressingly mobile egg, making sure Shino was still safe.
Damali settled on her wher’s hip to watch from her delightfully front row seats, perking up when that first sparkly head broke shell, “Well, the shiny breeds true – but is that a Viridian or a Green?” she whispered to Damask.
Ugh, not care. Why care? Ignore.
As the hatching progressed, Damali's eyebrows rose higher and higher – tiny cyan and blue, and that pink was massive! And she was suspecting now what she'd thought was a viridian might actually be a green...
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Milli’s reaction to the announcement was to jerk upright and smash his head on the underside of the table he was cleaning a broken mug up from under. He immediately clapped his hands over his bruised scalp – he was still very unused to the way dragons would just...make comments in his head from time to time – and then he parsed what the announcement had actually been – which resulted in him smashing his fingers hard into the bottom of the table as he tried to stand up without getting out from under the ridiculously heavy table first.
It legitimately took him a few moments to escape.
Once free of the table, he swiftly followed his fellow Candidates towards the barracks, sliding into his room and tugging off his work clothes in order to pull his white robe over his head. Staring down at the clean, soft fabric, he froze – what in the world was he doing here? Was he really about to go Stand for a dragon hatching, even a small one?
What was he thinking?
The calls of his fellows roused him from his introspective slump; regardless, he was a Candidate, and he had a responsibility to the mother of the clutch if no one else to not dishonor her by refusing to attend her hatching. Sandals on his feet, he joined the other Candidates streaming through the cold evening towards the sweltering Sands.
He arrived on the tail end of the group of Candidates, bowing to Jarith with a murmured, “Thank you for the honor of standing for your hatchlings, ma'm,” before stepping back into line and going still, knees loose, hands behind his back and linked together, not moving anything but his eyes as first a...green dragon stepped forth.(but didn't this weyr have another green-toned dragon that might fit the size better? Viridians? He cursed his lack of knowledge on the matter.)
And boy was that dragon sparkly. Millinmir wasn't sure if that was normal or not; he'd been here a few sevendays and he hadn't seen many dragons that...had quite the same...sparkle. There was no other word to describe it. They literally sparkled.
So did the cyan followed her sibling into the world, though the blue that hatched as well was more muted – it did little to fill the gaps in Millinmir's knowledge of dragons. Still, he grinned as two of them, the tiny cyan and tinier blue, chose their lifemates.
Now that, he could get behind! The dragon bond, as even an abstract concept he had no true experience with, sounded amazing. A lifemate, a literal soulmate! It made Millinmir's romantic heart flare with excitement – even not experiencing for himself, he was so happy to see others walking away with that bond.
One egg left, though, and the large greenish dragon still on the sands – quickly joined by...the largest, pinkest, sparkliest creature he'd ever seen. She was fabulous. He was going to hunt down whoever Impressed her after this and admire her at length, he swore it. In fact, he'd probably do the same for all of these dragons.
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 15, 2013 23:29:00 GMT -5
Though Valentine might never have stood before, she had attended a hatching or two. It was different when you weren't right in the thick of it, but she did cock her head to the side when the cyan and the blue hatched. They were a little...small, weren't they? Those were the largest fighter colors, she knew that from her anatomy lessons. Baking didn't require one to measure things in feet, though, so maybe she'd severely overestimated the size of little hatchlings. They were awfully cute; the cyan was as feisty as the viridian, which she appreciated, and she stifled a laugh when he grabbed a bit of his shell as a memento. She assumed. Never assume anything about a dragon, though.
Because after Duskenari and Gelin Impressed (Valentine applauded softly for them both, smirking a bit because with two boys off the sands, it was that much more likely that a girl would hilariously Impress the viridian and set the world on fire), a gigantic pink sprawled onto the sands. Now, she knew pinks were much smaller than blues and cyans. Smaller than greens, too. But she would tower over them, that much was clear. Was that how it usually worked?
Valentine was a terrible judge of character, but she still had a quick mind. While the supposed-viridian groused and the pink chatted away to her mummy, Valentine did the mental math. No, because she remembered a lot of talk about what might be in the eggs, based on their size. Everybody had said the big ones were the size of subqueens and subkings, maybe even a king, as if a little white could lay one of those. If dragons hatched willy-nilly at any size and caught up later in life, people wouldn't bother trying to decipher the colors in the eggs based on how large they were. So those three were definitely...strange. Would they stay strange all their lives, or would they grow unevenly until they were regular-sized?
Either way, it was totally awesome. Bucking trends made things new and different, and Valentine bounced a little on the balls of her feet, forgetting her decision to stand firm. So that viridian could be a giant green, she realised. That was almost disappointing, because a cross-Impression would've been cool to witness. But she figured the original female fighter tended to get a little beaten up in terms of who liked colors, the poor greens having that reputation as being aggressive and proddy, and the idea of a giant one towering over everybody else? That appealed too. Good for her.
Of course, it all depended on whether she Impressed. She didn't seem to want to move. Maybe she hated them all, none of them were suitable, and she would between. Ugh, that would be awful. She needed to survive so she could stomp all the pompous idiots who said greens were the worst color with the worst personalities.
Valentine glanced at the final egg and did the math. Four fighters out of five...it would be awesome if it was a giant black. Yeah, that totally had to happen. It would almost be disappointing if it was a white; blacks were so tiny that they didn't get much respect either, she'd noticed.
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Post by Gray on Mar 15, 2013 23:43:05 GMT -5
If she could die from happiness, her mother would probably have to bury her. They were positively, unrelentingly the BEST dragons. Except for Zabelith. But these ones. They were just so pretty and great! She was floored. Pretty sparkling Green and Cyan! And the Blue and Cyan were so tiny! Oh she wanted to give them huge hugs! She wondered if they were even as big as she was!
Aerie was in a similar boat. These babies were. Well. Kawaii. She didn't know the word Kawaii. But if she had, she would have known that word was perfect. Even as the sisters battled, they were cute. And that blue! So small! For a moment, her tough exterior melted into a puddle of 'Goodness I want o snuggle him!' but she quickly picked the facade back up.
The fact that the blue went to Gelin made her smile though. He deserved to impress! He had been very commanding and brave during that little... incident. Plus, this meant she could make up an excuse to see that precious little bab-No. Stop it. She had to focus.
The hatching was still going on, she could go all gooey because someone she knew impressed. Turning her attention back to the dragonets and eggs, she took a deep breath. Breathe. Focus. Don't make a move. The sisters. They were precious as well, in their own, odd ways. Wow that one was huge, she still couldn't tell if it was a Green or Viridian.
But that did not matter now for the Cyan was moving. Wow she was going to be one to watch, well she was now too. Especially since she knew who she was after. Duskenari! Another person she knew. Oh thank goodness. The boy did need a pick me up after the troubles she caused him. She was glad he and Gelin impressed at the same time. Hopefully they would have fun. Now if they others impressed... She eyed Letorin and Iola. Yessss. They should be next, she decided.
That green was on the sands, and a rather large pink had just hatched. Ugh. That pink. No, more pointedly that squeal. It pierced her ears, but she could stand it. It was just sort of... annoying. But this pink looked like a big, beautiful discoball of joy. So that was nice compared to her sour sister, she now guessed after seeing the massive size of that pink.
That pink.
She wanted to run down there and talk to her. She wanted to hug her. Just to see her and Jarith squealing made Kida want to squeal too! But she didn't. She had noticed the little firelizard, and as she started chattering, she did too.
“Hi my named Kidanyr! Who do you belong to? You're a pretty one, you are. Look at them! Aren't they pretty? I knew her babies would be just pretty! I knew it!! Don't you think so?” She just grinned at the firelizard, to eager to care if he didn't respond or not.
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Post by Nia on Mar 15, 2013 23:48:32 GMT -5
The big green Virdian thing seemed angry, though wasn't that normal for Viridians? They tended to be of a sour sort of disposition. Joni frowned at the angry looking dragon, letting its anger influence her. Well, sort of. She was still super excited, she just figured that the big green dragon wouldn't want anyone to smile at it or something. They'd learned very strict rules about not doing anything to harm the dragons, but did facial expressions count? She wasn't entirely sure. Well, she definitely didn't want to get mauled or something! Especially if she wasn't allowed to take the dragonet in a one-on-one brawl....
So she stood still, but it was getting increasingly more difficult to do so. She fidgeted around, glancing around side to side and at the other Candidates. She noticed several of her firelizard expedition team members gathered around and wanted to wave to them, but the Hatching had already started and she didn't want to draw attention to herself. Joni kept her eyes straight forward and her arms at her side. At least there was a lot to watch! Another egg was breaking and revealed a very tiny little Cyan, who sparkled just as much as the Viridian did. She was little, sort of like a firelizard, wasn't she?! Well, no. She was probably a lot smarter. Probably.
The big green dragon and the little Cyan appeared to be fighting, now, which was kind of worrying. Joni fiddled her fingers together nervously, and then let go to clench her fists together. Don't fight! She wanted to say, but she didn't. At least they were just sort of giving each other dirty looks. That was better than an all-out brawl. Not that anything was wrong with a good ol' rough and tumble, but they were baby dragons and shouldn't do that. They could get really hurt! Maybe when they were older. Maybe. It was still pretty bad. Maybe they could just have their riders go at it for them?
As she was thinking about that, a Blue moved towards the boys and Impressed. He was so little Joni barely even noticed him until it was too late to actually pay attention. She clapped loudly for the boy she didn't entirely recognize except from Candidate lessons. Lucky! His dragon didn't sparkle, though. Not like the two other dragons on the Sands. Which was a shame, but wow, he was super super cute! So little and tiny and cute! She wanted him. Like she wanted a firelizard, though. Oh, quit it! She needed to start thinking more like dragons, and less like firelizards, or she'd never Impress! These were dragons. They were big deals. Like the big green giant and the Cyan, who had... oh! She was Impressing, wasn't she? To that boy. She was very pretty. And she'd Impressed Duskenari! Joni wasn't entirely sure of his new name, but she did recogonize the boy, so she clapped even louder for him.
The big green seemed kind of mad still, and then suddenly there was a pink! A huge, vibrant pink! Wow! Wait, so if the pink was that big... maybe the Virdian was a Green? Nah. Couldn't be. It was such a big dragon, and mad. Were Greens usually mad? Weren't they all flirty and stuff? This Green didn't seem to want to flirt at all. If she was a Green. Maybe she was? Joni didn't know. Either way, the big green was super cool but the big Pink was probably even cooler. Kind of funny, though. She glanced down the line of males and wondered how embarrassed any of them would be to ride a giant hot pink dragon.... For herself, it didn't really fit with her tomboyish image, did it? But hey, that Pink was pretty cute. Cool wasn't a good word, but cute fit her pretty well.
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She's a Green, [/i] Callistath figured out from Enciath's Impression speech. Avalle frowned and leaned forward even more, looking over the clutch. The two little eggs had produced two very, very tiny fighters. The Blue himself would barely be bigger than his mother, and the Cyan was only slightly bigger. It wasn't nearly as annoying a thing as the Unmith disaster, but it was still somewhat worrying. The large Green and Pink might be more of a problem, however. A Green the size of a subqueen? Well, she supposed maybe the lucky rider might one day achieve a Wingsecond position. It had other interesting properties too. She'd keep an eye on this group of Weyrlings. Well, they were going to have another interesting group of Weyrlings, weren't they? At least the dragonets had all been one solid color, rather than a RedYellowBrown or something. THAT would have been a right disaster, and Fort would have been down on them faster than you could say "dimglow". Not that they wouldn't anyway, as they took any excuse they could find to rip on Dalibor and its inhabitants. But as far as disasters went, this one wasn't so bad. Not yet, anyway. That Green seemed vicious, but she hadn't attacked her Cyan sister when they fought. So far, so good.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Ruin on Mar 15, 2013 23:55:55 GMT -5
By the time the hatchlings had begun to squabble, Hio was already hard at work testing the limits of what she could possibly get away with on the Sands. It wasn't intentional, really, she never would jeopardize her Candidacy at Dalibor, however...did it really have to be so hot? Southern got hot of course, but there was quite a difference between a heat that could be escaped upon the back of a runnerbeast, and an all-consuming blanket of muggy mind-melting warmth that would not cease strangling you no matter what you did. Of course her great cascade of auburn curls was doing her no service, if only she had thought to tie it up before she had come down that long tunnel!
casting it over her shoulder with an almost breathless sigh, she began fussing with the scratchy white fabric of her sleeveless robe, keeping a wary eye on the odd-sized hatchlings that were making quite a show of...arguing?...with one another. Whatever they were doing, for the moment it seemed they had no real interest in the candidates, so Hio was free to see to her own needs. Which was to strip naked, right there, on the sands. To be wild and free and perhaps even slightly cooler. That, however, would get her summarily tossed out of the program and sent back to Southern without so much as a far-thee-well, and she'd probably have burns on her arse to prove it! So she had to settle for discomfort like the rest of them.
Which was probably intended to be some sort of test, to prove they could bend to the will of the weyr and suffer through this torture, because then they could suffer through everything else. Or something. Wriggling her nose, Hio allowed her eyes to refocuse on the hatchlings as one of them, the smallest, went on for Impression. "Good on you both!" she called, not really recalling if you were, or weren't, supposed to be shouting things across the sands. Probably not, but it was done, so she shifted again under the heat of her bright attair and made a solid attempt at containing her emotions to be an ideal candidate. Not that it really mattered, hadn't all of the Impressee's at the last Hatching gotten off scot free with their dragon? Of course she was assuming one of these five...well four, now...dragons would be hers, but she was always confident, and this would be no different.
None seemed to be considering her, but that could change of course! Why, there went the Cyan right now to make her choice. Was it a good match? It had to be, that's what all the Candidatemasters had said. As long as they weren't telling her how to live her life, or to go back home and be married, Hio was relatively certain they had good advice to offer, and that advice had been: Stay still, stay quiet, wait for your dragon if it is there. Okay. She could manage that. With the Blue and Cyan gone, the Pink lost in an apparently important conversation with the white beastie, that left only the green dragon to survey the candidates, and the remaining fifth, if it still lived.
It was just a matter of sussing out which one it would be! When she saw the Pink, Hio knew that she hoped it was not that one. She was a playful girl, yes, but not full of bubbling happiness like those creatures, no...there was something off with the pinks. Something that bordered on meddling. No matter how big they were, there wasn't a thing authoritative about a Pink, well unless that authority was based in love or other such mush and drivel. No, she needed something stronger! Something that wanted to work, that wanted to find their fate with her, no matter how hard it was, and even if it killed them! Yes...yes...rocking back and forth in the sand, creating divots beneath her booted heels, the fair-faced freckled girl considered her options.
Well she tried anyway. Finding the arrangement entirely unbearable again, the girl leaned over, a bounce of her copper coils flashing over her shoulder, and she grabbed hold of the flimsy white fabric that comprised her prison. With a soft riiiiip, she separated the two halves up to her knee, perhaps a little above as she stood, attempting to act as if nothing in all the world were remiss. Perhaps the sounds of the crowd, if not the squealing Pink, had drowned out the truth of her actions. At any rate, the chill that cut across her exposed calves as the soft breezes slid in to dance across her sweaty legs was reward enough. |
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Post by Ondine on Mar 16, 2013 0:38:18 GMT -5
Shino had been eating when the call went out, because she was going to her nightly visit with Damali and Damask and wanted a full stomach before she did. After all, she'd be there until she needed to sleep, so...she needed to eat now. Besides, Damask got grumpy when she forgot to eat, and she only needed one occasion to learn that that was a terrible idea. So now she made sure that she ate every meal of the day, even if it was in portions that she liked. She didn't eat a whole lot, but...better not to make the red angry.
Damask was scary when she was angry.
Because she wasn't a dragon candidate, she took the time to finish up eating what little was on her plate before pattering over to the hatching sands, scurrying so that she would be out of the cold and in the warmth. She had some more muscle since she'd become an apprentice, and was a little hardier, but still...she just was never good in this cold. In the few minutes it took to get to the sands, she'd started to sneeze pitifully, and she hurried over to the darkened corner of the stands.
Where her...family was. She couldn't join them on the sands until the hatching was over, but she wanted to be with them. Even if there was a man she didn't recognize very well in this section. Hunching over, she scuttled by him, behind him since he was in the first row. So...so being right next to Damask and Damali might not work so well, since he was there. Trying to not be heard, or seen, she went several seats down. Peixes was, thankfully, asleep right now. Once she was far enough past him for her to be comfortable, she stood at the edge of the stands. “Pst! Damali, Damask, I'm here now.”
It looked like there were a few dragons already there, and impressed. She was hoping that none of them looked over this way, because while stands impressions happened, she didn't want a dragon. She wanted a wher. From Damask, if possible, some turns from now. But it looked like there was a big...green or viridian (had to be viridian then, right?) and a huge pink there, which was a little strange. Weren't pinks normally much smaller than that?
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Maal watched from the pack of other boys as the eggs hatched. He'd been finished with dinner and telling stories with his sister again when the call went out, and he'd hurried out for his robe in record time. His sister was a full Priderunner now, how cool was that?! But now he was on the sands with five eggs in front of him, and a few dragonets on the sands already. This was turning out to be an interesting hatching already! Plus, they sparkled, and that was unheard of to the candidate. The pairing had been white and white, so maybe...maybe this was just something that was special because of that.
Maybe, but there was no telling. The first one that had hatched was either a green the size of a subqueen, or it was a viridian. He made sure to look at it extra hard, trying to see what it was, but honestly, he just couldn't tell. But the cyan and the blue had both impressed, and he cheered for Gelin and Dusk, although those would no longer be their names. Who would be next and get either the green/viridian or the...he blinked as the dragonet that next emerged from the egg. That was an enormous pink!
At least the size of a subqueen at hatching, the pink chattered back to her mother. The candidate blinked, smiling broadly. Truly a hatching that was defying expectations, he liked that. His chances weren't that great to impress, given how few dragonets there were to the number of candidates, but he cheered on each impression that wasn't his all the same. They were finding their partners after all, their soulmates, and he couldn't help but want one of his own. He would, of course. One day, or night, he would find the dragon that shared his soul, or the wher, once he was old enough.
What would be in the last egg? Would it even hatch? Whites did produce duds, even if they clutched rarely, so there was a chance that all of the dragonets that would hatch were out. But he didn't believe, for a second, that there wasn't a chance he could impress here. It was always possible, even if the odds were against him. He smiled, as still as he could be thanks to Jazz's lesson a few sevendays back, and waited. Quiet and confident, for if it were not this hatching, it would be another. Let them find their match, and he would cheer for it with no reservations...he would find his one day, and perhaps it would even be this one.
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