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Post by fidelli on Apr 25, 2010 17:59:50 GMT -5
Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door
It was raining. It was a spring rain, a light mist that was so cool it was almost warm and gentle and rolled over your arms. It was a rain that brought flowers, a rain that gave new hope. It had a soft noise to it when it danced over the lake's waters, and it against the roofs of buildings it seemed to sing lullabies. A mist was rolling over everywhere as well, a mist that seemed to dull and soften the edges of everything. It seemed to creep under doors and into buildings, and the cool rain slipping into the bowl seemed to create a mist in there as well, a light coating to everything that gave it an almost ethereal look. However, in the Sands it was warm and dry, and Noyth, the stone gray mother carefully protecting the kelly Green egg in the middle of sands, wasn't moving.
She looked like the statue her color was known for, the uncut marble color of her hide that, despite A'mor' almost constantly oiling, never shined. She stayed stone cold, and looked from anywhere else, exactly like a perfect carving of a dragon, with the extra huge wings that a Gray had mantled over the egg. Her head was on the sands, eyelids covering soft blue eyes, tucked around her wings like a perfect puzzle. She was settled like this, and she was content. The Gray was not sleeping, of course - she hadn't really slept anymore, not since the Orange had settled her much larger bulk on the Sands. When Kalith had landed, stopping the fight pretty effectively, Noyth had backed off, but not happily. She still thought of them as HER sands. After all, Kalith was not using them now, and Noyth had claimed them for her Hatchling. But, Noyth was also not stupid, and had settled back down behind A'mor as she watched Vherth shift over to the corner. She may look ridiculous, sitting in the middle of the sands and being so absolutly tiny, but she had an air about her that was not small at all, and as long as Vherth stayed WAY over there, she would have to take it.
It was also nice that Ripariath had not moved from her side. The Blue was devoted to her and the egg, and Noyth liked him more than she liked other males that she had spoken to. The Infirmary Queen had dealt with many of them as they had cycled in and out of the room that she, Oveth, A'mor, and B'nyur ruled, and she was content with the fact that she had found the best of them. While Her's stayed next to her almost constantly now, in the small cot, and Rip beside her, she kept a watch on the little green egg and was content enough. She was still Noyth, of course, still irritated and grumpy due to lack of sleep. But, she was a motherly creature under everything else, and watched over her egg with all of the love in her heart.
Actually, she watched over Vherth's as well. She worried over all eggs - and that Orange lump couldn't possibly be a good enough mother. So, she had taken to guarding both of them, and although she didn't say anything, she knew Ripariath probably knew her intent and cared too. She didn't let anyone near the Sands, and chased away everyone but Vherth's and the sire of her clutch. She didn't mind Kyril, and she didn't mind T'el, but that was IT.
So, it was a later spring day, and behind the clouds the sun was starting it's decent. It was still only around three or four, early enough in the day, and Noyth was quietly enjoying her time on the warm sands and ignoring the pattering of the rain against the very top of the bowl when suddenly the air underneath her wing stirred. She froze, slowing down her breathing and stopping EVERYTHING, making A'mor, settled next to her and writing reports relucantly, freeze as well. She waited, waitited, taking a slow steady breath, and felt the air shift again. Her head snaked up, and the Gray peered under her wing, to the kelly green egg underneath it. The egg shifted again, just a little, and if she pressed her ear up against the egg she could hear just the faintest tapping. The Gray rose then, uncoiling herself from around the egg and settling her wings back against her back. She perched herself behind it, settling on her haunches, and shuddered, letting everything fall into place.
A'mor stared at her, and then the egg, trying to breath. "Noyth?" She blinked at him, then murmured happily, but solemnly, Yes. With a triumphant yell, the man jumped into the air and snapped for the drudge that sat in the tunnel when it started to become around this time to take the cot away, and to go warn the kitchens. Noyth threw out her wing when the creature came close, but was focused on A'mor more. Shall I call them? The Healer glanced over at Vherth, who's egg had not yet shifted. "Yes." The Gray, squashing her irritance at having to have them all tramp into the Sands, sent out her call. Come. It hatches. That was all she said - Gray's really didn't talk to anybody but There's. If they weren't clever enough to realize that she was speaking to the Candidates about the baby, then they didn't deserve it.
I know that I'm a prisoner To all my Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years
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Post by Reky on Apr 25, 2010 19:06:22 GMT -5
Shipfish. Shipfish and wind and the sea, and the blue sky above and the green of southern trees. Her memories of her birthplace were vague. She was young when her mother had taken her and left. Nevertheless, the harpers' song hit something in her heart. Homesickness tugged at her. She tucked the scrawled-on piece of paper away, though. Ever since she'd remembered she had the particular piece in her collection, she read it often.
In her folder was a letter from her mother in Western Hold. Her stepfather and stepsister had written, too, but not nearly as much as her mother had. Kesviry didn't care what the other two had to say, anyways. They weren't as important to her. They never had been, and never would be, and couldn't be if they tried. Kesviry was her mother's girl only. Her real father had been cruel, her stepfather tried too hard, and her stepsister was too different and too young. She held nothing against them, but she didn't want to try to be closer to them. She was fine with the way things were.
My darling Kesviry,
It's so good to hear you're okay, and that you might have a chance at Impressing soon. Good luck on that.
I miss you so much. It's different without you at home. Most people don't notice (you were always so quiet), but I do. You'll have to come and visit soon, okay?
How's the food? Is it good there? I figure a Weyr would have--
Come. It hatches. [/color] Kesviry stopped reading. She didn't know the dragon's voice. It could only have been a dragon, though, because it was in her mind, not from outside. She couldn't say which dragon it was, but the words she said gave it away. Hatches. An egg was hatching. One of the two, lonely eggs on the Sands was hatching. She closed her leather folder, and from there, everything was automatic. It wasn't as though she had practiced this before. She'd never stood for a Hatching. What to do had been drilled into her, though, both from readings and from the teachings of the Candidatemasters. She quickly changed into her candidate robes and sandals, which had been folded neatly at the foot of her cot. Even if her mind was moving mechanically, the adrenaline was affecting her movements. She fumbled with the clothes. Her fingers felt funny. She managed, though, and hurried to the Sands. It wasn't a far walk from the candidates' barracks. It was warm. Outside, it was pleasant weather, drizzling rain, but on the Sands it was warm. Very warm. The heat penetrated her sandals uncomfortably, and she wiggled her toes against it. There were no other candidates there yet, so she stood simply where she'd been told to stand. Later, the girls would form a lazy semicircle, she knew. Then, she bowed to the gray dragon. She was small, her hide was dull, but Kesviry was even smaller than her. The bow was long and respectful and silent, with Kesviry's hair hanging in her face. When she straightened, she drew in a deep breath. She felt like squirming from the anticipation. Her fists clenched hard (habit), and it was probably a good thing her nails were short, or else she'd have scratched herself. Kes swallowed at the lump in her through, shifted her feet against the hot sands, and tried to breath easy. Then, she just let it all go. She just ignored it all. She closed her eyes, she told herself to relax, and she obeyed. She could deal with the heat. She'd survive. She could deal with it all. It would be fine. Everything would go fine. Nothing wrong would happen. It would be fine. When she opened her eyes again, there was a detachedness to them. They focused only on the kelly green egg, blind to all else. She was in her own, calm world, waiting patiently and watching. Still, though, her fists were clenched.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by matsi on Apr 25, 2010 19:09:34 GMT -5
Catori was walking aimlessly through the rain. Her dirty blond hair was plastered to her shoulders and back. Water streamed down her face and soaked through her light tan shirt. She had no where to be, and there was no where she was wanting to be. The water was a welcoming refresh to her life here in Dalibor weyr. She had always expected the life of a Candidate to be more exciting, but she had yet to see the frantic excitement that was spoken of.
''What is that sound?'' She asked herself as she stopped and looked around. Something was different, almost like a vibrating sound in her head. She looked around, searching for the source, then it clicked.
''OH!!'' She yelped in surprise as she leaped into the air. She began to run to her barrack room, almost falling as she moved. She was frantically scrambling through puddles and through the rain as she ran. She panted heavily, her heart racing, pounding in her ears and chest.
She finally reached her room and bolted in. Her hands searched for her Candidate Robes. ''AH! TOR WHERE DID YOU PUT THEM!'' She cried at herself. She fell to the floor and looked under her bed, her eyes wild with fear.
A sigh of relief escaped her as she pulled the white garments from under the bed, covered in dust. As she stood, she shook the white robes, trying to get all of the annoying dust off of herself and them. She soon was pulling the robes over her still-soaked head and onto her shaking body. She looked down at herself and groaned. The robes were quickly getting wet from her hair and body.
Despite her hair being wet, she ran a comb through it quickly as she slipped on her sandals. She took one last look at herself before sighing and heading out once more.
She groaned in annoyance as the rain pelted against her white robes. She didn't mind the rain during her own time, but on her Candidate Robes? That was another story. She wanted to TRY to look nice for the dragons, no matter if they were hatchlings or fully grown.
She approached the Hatching sands at last, the warmth almost welcoming to her doused body. Taking a deep, preparing breath, she approached the Grey dragon and bowed to her, not too sure if she was to bow to a Grey like one did to a queen. She had never been to any hatching besides Queen and Red hatchings.
Hoping she did this all correctly, she wandered to where the female candidates were to stand and took her place, her calmness returning to her swiftly.
It was just another hatching.
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Post by zeis on Apr 25, 2010 19:45:42 GMT -5
Idle hands. For the past few seven-day's, Zeis had become fully and painfully aware of his idle hands. He was an industrious creature, and his life had always been filled with things that needed doing. Stoking fires, gathering ingredients, or even, as he had been during that one day not too long ago, serving tables in the Dining Hall. Kitchen Work had provided an enjoyable and effective barrier to the unhappiness, and dissatisfaction he had been feeling for turns. He had worked his best, and secretly longed for something better, some other course his life could take then the one he was on. He supposed now that he should have been careful what he wished for. Akira and her Green had found him suitable for Candidacy. Candidacy for a Dragon. He had thought there must be some sort of mistake, because he had lived for Turns in Dalibor already for several Hatchings, granted he had never attended personally due to feast responsibilities, and no Dragon had ever shown an interest in him. Granted he had never really personally met a dragon until Coreth. Maybe... he just hadn't been ready until now?
Zeis sat rigid on his bed, legs swung over the side, and with an expression that spoke conflict and indecision. His hazel eyes glanced around the room that had just recently become his own in the Candidate Barracks, and though he had been here for two seven-day already he still woke up wondering where he was. He spent most of his time in here now, because all of his attempts to return to the Kitchens had gotten him kindly but firmly rebuffed from the staff and his mother. She had been incredulous at first, but the knowledge that she, Cerena, was mother to a Dragon Rider soon had her swelling and crowing with pride to everyone who cared to listen. He hadn't had the guts himself to stress only the possibility of him becoming one to her, and even then she might not have listened. The boy sighed at the memory, and rose tentatively from his bed. He paused of a moment, unsure of where he was headed or what he should be doing, and eventually decided to wander over toward the chest at the foot of his bed. He fumbled with the latch for a moment, and gently laid back the lid. He could always work on re-scribing that recipe he'd lost in that chance encounter with Sonia.
He was greeted by the sight of his crisp well ordered belongings, which calmed him somewhat. Distressingly though, his ceremonial Candidacy clothes lay folded, smooth, and neat beside them, ready he supposed to be grabbed at a moments notice. Conflicted emotions resurged, and he gingerly closed the lid of the chest, feeling put off of his original intention. Feeling dreamlike, as he often did since he had been searched, he turned and sat lightly on the chest, and cradled his face in his hands. It wasn't as if he didn't want to be a Dragon Rider, no, he had accepted tentatively after the shock had passed. It was really uncertainty, tension, and pressure that was jangling his nerves. What if Akira had been wrong? Maybe Coreth had sensed some ability in some boy standing next to him, and Akira had simply misinterpreted? What if a dragon didn't choose him? He'd, what, go back to being unhappy forever? What would his mother say?
Feeling high strung, especially by that last notion, he nearly gave a shriek when a voice that wasn't his own spoke in his mind. He blinked in confusion, and slowly straightened with a nonplussed glance around the room. Empty, save for him. There was no mistaking it. That was a dragons voice, and... And an egg was hatching. He swallowed, and ran a hand through his hair unconsciously disturbing it before he realized what he was doing. He had to get ready! He jumped up from his seat on the chest, and simply paced for a second or two, not sure exactly where to start, and his love of order and routine temporarily abandoning him. Coming to his senses, he quickly dropped to his knees beside the chest, flipping open the lid, and gingerly removing the robe and sandals. He eyed them speculatively, but committed himself to the process.
Moments later he stood dressed in the robe and sandals, making a strenuous effort to fold out any remaining creases or seams. Similar attention was quickly paid to his hair, making it quickly presentable again. The systematic order of doing things calmed him as he worked, but now he found himself ready to leave and his stomach rolled a little bit. There was no more to be done, and he had to go now. He took a deep wavering breath and started slowly out the door toward the Hatching Sands. Despite there only being two eggs, many were already on there way to the sands. He let them pass him, blinking and struggling not to run himself as they jostled and pushed him about. It was probably only his imagination, but he felt as though he were walking through half brewed Klah, sluggish and unable to go any faster.
An eternity later he found himself at the entrance of the Hatching Sands, as place he had quite honestly never been before in his life at Dalibor. His first step confirmed what he had always heard though. The sands were blistering. Pale as a ghost save for the fire in his cheeks, but sweating from both anticipation and the heat, he made his way out onto the sands toward Noyth, giving Vhreth a wide berth. His mouth was set in a grim frown that one might mistake for determination, even though it looked as if a light breeze might knock him off his feet at any moment. He paused before the Gray, and bowed awkwardly before her as he had been instructed to do. The boy lingered perhaps more than was necessary in the position, but eventually righted himself and staggered over to stand near the other male Candidates. He might impress, he might get mauled, or he might be left standing. Whatever happened, he would have to chew it raw and swallow like he always did. Perhaps his new life wasn't that different after all.
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Rhea paused in the entrance of her room to glance around the empty space. Her new home, but it didn't feel like home at all. She rarely spent long in this room other than to sleep, and even then she would have preferred a comfortable space under the stars. She felt cooped up indoors. Caged. Grunting faintly in dismissal of these thoughts the girl stalked toward her bed, and ducked down into a crouch beside it, rummaging around beneath it until she found the item she was searching for. She could have sympathized with Zeis if she had known his feelings about the wait, because she too was nearly being driven mad by this waiting. She needed things to do, but not simply to make herself feel better, but to actually be useful. They were given sundry lessons and chores to do by the Candidate-master, but not nearly as often as she would have liked. She felt like dead weight, and that felt like a crime.
She sat back triumphantly with what she'd been looking for. A small plain carving knife that looked well used, and had been hers for turns, a gift from her eldest brother on a name-day long since passed. She would make herself useful if she had to. She slipped the blade from its small unadorned sheathe and tested its edge on her thumb. Hmm, a little dull. She frowned, and dove back under her bed, rooting around for the whetstone she had brought with her. Carving had been a pass-time of hers back with the caravan, though she took no real pride in doing it, and admittedly she wasn't terribly skilled. She couldn't make anything very intricate, but she was decent at mundane items such as eating utensils. Someone could find some use for her craft, she was positive. Maybe she could even sell them for a mark or two. Perhaps save up some marks for the gather that was coming up. Maybe she could find a runner for sale...
A voice spoke matter of factly and urgently in her mind. Her head snapped up to turn her intense amber eyes on the doorway. Someone ran past in a mad dash, and a few moments later came running back cursing. Forgot their robes, didn't they? She rose slowly to a stand, laying her carving knife on her bed and leaving it there forgotten. It seemed her wait was over. Or at least, it could be if things went her way. If she Impressed a Dragon she could finally get some useful work done. Being a Weyrling meant training, and that sounded a considerably more desirable alternative to whittling. She smirked to herself, and quickly stripped off her thick jacket, tossing it on the bed. The girl sat down heavily beside it and began pulling off her boots, lifting her hand briefly to pull off her goggles and toss them away. Thus disrobed, she slunk around to the front of her bed, threw open the chest, and snatched up the white robe and sandals. The robe was too small, and the trailing edges didn't go down far enough. She didn't care though. She'd only need to wear the thing once if all went right. The girl hastily tied her sandals, unaware of the slightly savage smile on her face.
Here she was, about to go and stand before a dragon just as her brother S'radva had done. He had impressed his Green Knipth, and from the way he crowed and bragged you would have thought he was running his Weyr. As she launched off her bed, and took off on a formidable stomping warpath toward the Hatching Sands, she thought about the cruel things he had said to her on his one and only visit to their caravan. The only thing she could ever hope to impress, he had said, was a man with no eyes to see her. She'd prove him wrong. She was just as worthy as he had been, and if she Impressed she would be just as good of a rider as him. Or better. Yes, better. The girl huffed a breath as she reached the sands, and caught sight of Noyth, and the looming Vhreth.
She took a deep breath to calm herself, and tried to push all her angry thoughts away. Animals could tell how you were feeling. Runners would shie from a person with viciousness and cruelty in their heart, and Dragons were much smarter than runnerbeasts. Despite her eagerness to prove her worth, she didn't want to spook or upset either the mother Dragons or the dragonets with her thoughts. She could be confident, sure, and calm, not frothing at the bit. She locked eyes with Noyth when she stopped before her, and took a moment to admire the Gray. She looked so small in comparison with the Orange, but here she was, owning these sands. The Gray looked very much like a dragon that stood her ground, and admitted no disadvantage. Rhea could relate.
She bowed finally, the motion unexpectedly fluid and filled with respect. She turned and dutifully walked to join the group of girls that was forming, though she was loathe to segregate herself so. It was, as had been explained to her, tradition, and she would strive to keep that in tact. Now it was time to wait, and she shifted from one foot to the other on the hot sands, crossing her arms and eying the green egg expectantly. Only one out the two looked to be hatching. She'd take that chance.
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Post by cy on Apr 26, 2010 5:15:56 GMT -5
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Post by aikastarr on Apr 26, 2010 16:27:00 GMT -5
Krysthanine dashed around the Weyr Lake, Whiting trailing behind. Today was no ordinary day; considering the fact that she was wearing an unorthodox shade of tunic in her standards (a bright yellow), it was only natural to suspect one thing, and one thing alone.
Today was the sixteen-turn old’s birthday.
Now seventeen, she had no idea what to do with herself. So far, the short hours of the night were spent at the lake she dashed around now, celebrating with her brother and his wherbaby Reth. The humans had dined on the many pastries and other goods that were collected from Zies, while Resk chased Whiting about, chirping happily. After the frenzied game of “try and catch your pet or wherbaby” that lasted for quite some time (those little buggers are fast!), they finally retired to their cots for a mere five minutes before the female counterpart of the duo (Krys) slunk back out from the Candidate’s Barracks. The day went smoothly, besides the occasional slipup in the misty puddles, but the cool, dabbling rain relaxed her muscles and eased the anxiety in her mind. It rippled down her long, dark ponytail, almost making it look like a narrow chocolate fountain. She stopped in front of the majestic tree near the lake and took in a deep, refreshing breath. The day couldn’t get any better, right?
And then it did.
Come. It hatches. It took a few moments for her brain to comprehend what the strange voice in her head was trying to tell her, then screamed in pure elation. Turning quick on her heel, she dashed back to the Barracks, smacking the occasional passerby with the whiplike cord that was her sodden hair. Whiting had shrieked in surprise before winking between and reappearing on the foot of his bonded’s bed. Krysthanine was busying herself with trying to brush the rain out of her hair and kick the mud off of her feet onto a nearby towel at the same time. This eventually caused her to slip and fall onto the bed inches away from the flitter, and he proceeded to squawk and dart for the shelves.
Sunkissed hands scrabbled at the lid of the chest tucked at the side of the bed, finally unlatching it to remove the crisply folded robes that were mandatory for the Hatching. Krysthanine stood up, stripped herself of the slightly drier clothing, and donned the Candidacy robes. She turned about in them (the cloth was just a tad too tight) before adorning her feet with the customary sandals and practically skittering out of her cot. Today must have been her lucky day, since she had just barely evaded all of the puddles in her mad dash to the Sands.
The frenzied girl suddenly had a face of pure awe as she slowed to a halt at the entrance of the Hatching Sands. The searing heat easily dried her hair and clothing as she walked with purpose towards the Gray and her Kelly green egg, which was twitching ever so slightly in front of the chalice-colored beast. She strode as far as she dared (which happened to be in between the two groups of Candidates) and swooped into a deep bow. Though her complexion was serene, she was beaming on the inside, almost about to jump out of her skin. What else was she going to be? It was her seventeenth birthday, and eggs were hatching!
Nothing would be able to put a damper on her mood!
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Post by Admin on Apr 26, 2010 17:53:02 GMT -5
I don't know what I've done, Or if I like what I've begun, But something told me to run, And, honey, you know me, it's all or none.
Seven flitters humming in her ears acted as a better clue to what was happening than gray Noyth's announcement in her mind. The mental words, so brief, were confusing to Sonia. She could understand even the oddest of pictures and feelings projected into her mind. She always knew what thoughts were her own, even when her self image faltered under the influence of the rest of the world. She always knew which of her fair was trying to speak to her, but, while she knew that the voice that had come into her head certainly didn't belong to any of her flitters, she didn't understand what the dragon was trying to say. It was the thrumming that told her. The eggs on the sands were hatching. More than that, she was supposed to stand for them. She raised her eyes, feeling the hum grow as new voice joined the others.
A moment passed and then she went into action. Sending her fair into flight with a wave of her hand and an unsaid order, the tiny candidate moved to fetch her robe, setting aside the mending she'd been diligently doing. It would be her first time standing, but nerves failed to take effect as she quickly dressed. There were only a great many of concerned thoughts to fill up her head. Would anyone notice her? Probably. Would it be bad? It could be. It would be. She didn't want to be noticed. Would standing, because she was a candidate and it was her chance, be alright? Would the opportunity she'd been given be worth the risks? She thought nothing towards being mauled. She thought everything towards people. Her fair continued to hum, making a chorus that would never end. Straightening her robe, she turned and left the barrack.
Briefly, just for the occasion, Sonia abandoned her perfected shuffling step. She strode quickly, steps fleeting. Despite all of her doubts, all of her questions, she moved without hesitation. She'd known how to keep quiet for turns. She would keep her peace. Out in the light rain, she dropped her gaze again, watching the ground as she hurried towards the sands. She could hear the noise of wings beating as dragons headed for the hatching sands and the sounds of feet as other candidates raced for the sands, but she didn't look up for anything. The path and steps to the hatching cavern weren't hard to navigate, not for someone long used to staring at her feet. She only brought her gaze up when she reached the entrance of the cavern. Briefly, she paused. Her eyes scanned the interior. Then they dropped and she stepped inside.
It was warm in the hatching cave. She strode onto the sands, moving with all the confidence she actually had but didn't show with her eyes fixed on the floor. Her feet burned as the searing heat of the sands crept through her sandals but she didn't even flinch. For all that she might pretend to be, she wasn't a weak creature. She wasn't even scared. Well, maybe a little. Of the people. Of the crowd and the audience. She tucked herself behind another girl. Most of the others towered above her and that suited her just fine. She dipped into a curtsy twice, once for each of the clutchmothers, once for the gray and once for the orange. It would do no good to anger the watching mothers. She held respect for them without question. For their riders? Not as much, because they were imperfectly human. Dragons held a much better imperfection.
Carefully, Sonia raised her gaze again, doing so in order to check on the two eggs for which she had come to stand. There was a flicker of hope. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, worming its way forward, there was a flicker of hope as she gazed upon the two lonely eggs sitting so far away from each other on the sands. She paid no heed to the others. She didn't dare. She barely dared to hope. Still, there it was, that hope, wiggling up amongst her thoughts. Maybe, it breathed, maybe, maybe, maybe this is your chance. She put it to rest, put it aside. Maybe it isn't, she told it, and her fair quickly distracted her. They wanted to come and they tried to follow her, but she sharply ordered them to stay away. She glanced at the eggs. No show. No hope. That was her deal, her choice. They came together, and she could live with that.
There were sounds in my head, Little voices whispering, That I should go and this should end, Oh, and I found myself listening.
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Post by arratra on Apr 28, 2010 20:19:15 GMT -5
Matren hadn't yet begun sorting his meagre possessions after moving into the candidate's barracks; as such, his small section was littered with small objects; half-worked knives, for example.
When the call came, he actually had his Candidate's robes in hand, about to put them into the clothes chest next to his bed. Scrambling quickly, he pulled the robe over his head without bothering to remove any of his other clothing. Out of sheer habit, he snagged his tool harness on his way past and fastened the two belts around his torso. It was, however, completely devoid of the tools that had been there just a few hours before; those were safely and neatly packed away in a second footlocker at the foot of his bed. The only item still attached was Matren's belt knife and sheath; these had not been touched in some time, however, and Matren paid them little mind.
He proceeded to sprint to the Sands. Although he was not the first there - he wasn't as fast as some - he was most definitely not late, and managed a pleased grin. "I am here, Noyth," he said, guessing the identity of the dragon who had sent the call, "Here and ready."
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Post by kyrillion on May 2, 2010 23:48:30 GMT -5
The dreary springtime drizzle, its music filtering into the cavern as it danced over water and rock and earth, made the Sands feel even cozier by comparison. It was an indoor day; a day for curling up someplace warm, with a cup of klah and maybe a friend or two for conversation. It was an atmosphere equally suited to napping, and a certain bluepair were taking advantage of such comfy ambiance, and doing just that. Ripariath was a puddle of cornflower blue, sprawled in a loose semi-circle around his statue-still mate, and though his head was resting contentedly upon his paws and his eyes were closed, he wasn't quite asleep. He took his duty as guard much too seriously for that. Tired though he was, he wouldn't allow Noyth to carry the responsibility by herself - particularly since she seemed to have taken to looking after Vhreth's egg, as well, albeit from afar. In any event, the gray's occasional glances towards the corner of the cavern (those that weren't hostile) did not go unnoticed, and consequently the blue had his hands full keeping an eye on both of the precious charges. He didn't envy the queens and kings of the weyr; looking after a clutch of half a dozen or more had to be quite stressful. Then again, maybe it wasn't so difficult, for them; he still wasn't sure he was quite cut out for this whole clutchsire business. He was only a blue.
Though her dragon might merely have been dozing, Kyril had no such qualms about falling asleep, and was quite happily unconscious. She was usually an early riser, but the combination of warm sands and an acute lack of anything productive to do - she couldn't exactly fly drills with Ripariath when he was all but tethered to the spot, and she was waiting on a letter from her grandfather before proceeding with any of her projects in the forge – had made her just drowsy enough to drift off shortly after lunch. Curled up next to A'mor, which probably wasn't helping his report-writing any, she was quite contentedly dreaming away the afternoon when it happened.
Ripariath picked up on Noyth's sudden alertness almost instantaneously. Light-blue eyes blinking open, he stifled a toothy dragon-yawn and lifted his head, regarding the little hollow beneath Noyth's wing intently. He didn't ask if Hatching time had arrived, though he was sure she could feel the curiosity radiating off of him – he would know soon enough, so why bother her with a pointless inquiry? Breath stilling, he listened eagerly with her for any sign of… and there it was. The softest, gentlest of taps, only just audible to the quiet observer. Just like that, the little kelly-green egg game into view as Noyth rose, rocking back on her haunches and lifting her wings up, away, for the first time in what seemed like ages. Ripariath followed suit, scooting back to allow the egg some space and moving to settle, still protective, behind the gray. As A'mor became aware of what was happening, he gave His a very firm mental nudge.
Wake up now, KyrillionMine. Quickly. He urged gently, though there was a distinct cadence to his voice that betrayed his excitement. And if that hadn't been enough incentive to cut her nap short, A'mor's sudden departure from her side – and his excited shout – had her blinking blearily awake and staggering, bemused, to her feet. Pausing to take in the scene, it took her but a moment to deduce what all the fuss was about; a grin dawned slowly upon her face, and A'mor's excitement was infectious enough to tease from her a small, celebratory laugh. Taking the initiative, she moved to give him a happy, congratulatory hug; the two of them had been practically living in the cavern since Noyth's Clutching, and it seemed the days of curious (and sometimes impatient) speculation were finally over.
The gray's terse, simple summons were so very Noyth-like that Ripariath, all affection, couldn't resist a happy croon. Moving to nuzzle her cheek fondly, he waited patiently for the Candidates to assemble, still every bit the silent, devoted guardian. This day had been a long time in coming, but he and Kyrillion alike could hardly wait to see the egg hatch, and the little dragonet it contained Impressed.
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Post by xena2009 on May 26, 2010 1:17:37 GMT -5
Arsana and Orange Vhreth
Arsana was counting the days. Not only for when her Vhreth's egg hatched, but also for Noyth's egg too. She was excited when the grey announced that her egg would be hatching. She couldn't wait to see what the eggs would hatch. She had placed a small bet that Noyth's egg would hatch a pretty little green. As for Vhreth's egg? She wasn't sure.
She'd heard that some were betting Vhreth's egg contained a blue or a small white. Maybe a gray. Arsana was happy the gray would not be on the sands any more than necessary now. And she hoped Noyth's hatchling would hatch healthy and impress. They didn't need, or could afford, to lose a hatchling.
She was able to quickly get to her weyr and was able to bathe and change into a clean set of her finer clothing. Not her Gather finest, but some really nice clothing. She managed to get back to the sands without missing anything. She found a good spot near her beloved orange lifemate. She couldn't wait to see who would impress.
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Post by matsi on May 29, 2010 14:15:46 GMT -5
Catori watched as other candidates poored into the sands. SHe was beginning to get anxous. She really wanted to see what would hatch from these two eggs. She wanted to know if she would be lucky enough to get one of them, though she doubted it. All she had to do was wait... ----- Azra walked slowly into the sands, her hair covering her face and her eyes low. She was dressed in her gown, but no look of excitement was on her face as she walked up to the dragons, slow and scared, and bowed to them. She would not look at the beasts as she turned and walked to where she needed to stand.
Once she was where she belonged, she tried to stand as far back as she could. She wanted to flee from the sands and away from the dragons. She wanted to find her black Fire Lizard, Carlos, and run back to her room.
A guilty look appeared on her face. She had yelled at her Carlos when he tried to follow her into the sands. She never yelled at him. She deicided she would spoil him later, just to make up for it.
Then her attention was grabbed. She finally realized that there was a baby hatching. That was the whole reason she was there. Her muscles shook slightly as she got enough confidence to look at the eggs. She didn't want to see the creature the eggs held inside. She silently hoped that they never hatched, but soon felt guilty for wishing death to anything. Just dont let it see me...
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on May 29, 2010 19:23:31 GMT -5
She had arrived recently at Dalibor Weyr, but it hadn't been too recently. A few sevendays or so, if Rayna remembered correctly. But after the first few days, they'd all begun to run together. Basically, she'd been procrastinating on unpacking, leaving her suitcases of belongings on the floor, only the one containing her every day clothes open.
And that was how the day of the Hatching found her; laying on the bed in a short sleeved shirt and pants rolled up past her knees. Her shins were marked by only a few bruises, a rarity, her hair tangled as it fanned out around her head. Her brown eyes were closed, but she wasn't asleep. And then, the words resounded in her mind. Come. It hatches.
Rayna stirred lazily, flopping an arm over her eyes as she attempted hazily to figure out what was hatching. An egg, obviously, but what kind of egg? Well, a firelizard wouldn't talk to her, and that didn't really sound like a wher, so that left . . . a dragon!
Rayna hadn't been aware there'd been eggs on the Sands. Well, one egg, judging by the mindvoice of the dragon. Her robe certainly wasn't unpacked, but Rayna knew which suitcase it was in. After a heavy sigh, she rolled out of bed and pulled the suitcase open, pawing through the clothes for several minutes until she found the folds of white cloth that she was looking for. She'd taken it with her after leaving Fort Weyr, never dreaming that she would need it this soon.
She forced such useless thoughts away, and wriggled into the robe. It was a bit short on her, coming up a few inches above her wrist, but after a cursory glance, Rayna decided it would work. There was no time to find another robe. With that, she stuffed her feet into her boots, which were just a bit too big, and clomped into the hall, robe swishing around her legs as she walked. She wasn't in a particular hurry as she walked forward. If her dragon was on the Sands, it would wait for her, and if her dragon wasn't, then what was the point in going?
And so she wandered towards the Sands, taking great care not to get lost. Impressing wasn't something she was really looking forward to. It would throw off her plans, she knew, which made her annoyed, seeing as she liked to thing of her plans as infallible. Of course, she could always adjust her plans. Before being Searched, all she'd really wanted was to be important. Now she still aimed for that, but Impressing could open so many more doors, and offer her so many more opportunities.
Still, Rayna wasn't sure she was ready to deal with such heady emotions. It wasn't very likely she'd Impress, though, so she'd deal with such things later. One egg meant only one chance of Impressing. And one chance of Impressing meant that she probably would not Impress. Rayna was fine with that. Rayna was fine with not Impressing. That meant she'd have more time to figure out what she could do if she Impressed.
Anyways, it was those thoughts that spurred her towards the Sands. She nearly tripped over her too large boots once or twice, but managed to catch herself whenever that occurred. The only reason she was wearing those boots was that their thick soles would protect her feet from the heat. Hopefully, anyways.
And then the Sands were before her. The heat that radiated from them was like a slap in the face, but Rayna didn't let that stop her. She wandered onto the Sands, eyes settling on the forms of two dragons. Hmph. Well, there went the only one egg theory. But only one egg was hatching right then, most likely. Rayna still remembered the 'it hatches' not 'they hatch.' Only one egg could be Hatching right then.
Most Candidates were bowing towards the gray. Rayna blinked, taking that in, and nodding. When she, in turn, reached the Candidates, she offered the gray a bow. She wasn't going to curtsy.
She settled in near the back, beside a girl she'd never met. It couldn't hurt to talk to her, but Rayna didn't intend to. She was busy figuring out how she could adjust her plans to allow for Impression. Rayna wasn't really sure how Impression would affect her, though, so this was going to be kind of hard. How could she change her plans to allow for something she didn't even understand?
On second thought, maybe she should talk to the girl beside her. "Hello. I'm Rayna." She turned to Azra, shoulders hunched (an old and bad habit), and her hair tangled about her shoulders as she offered the other Candidate a smile. [/blockquote]
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Post by xena2009 on Jun 1, 2010 1:12:14 GMT -5
Arsana and Orange Vhreth
Arsanamine! Vhreth bugled in alarm. She could feel the life of her baby in the egg she'd been guarding for so long. She could feel it's life, it's awareness.
Arsana cared little about Noyth's egg when her orange lifemate became agitated. Love, what is it? Is something wrong? There was a slight shake to her mindvoice and fear.
My child hatches! She said into every mind of everyone in the Weyr. Her mindvoice was excited and joyful. She stood on her haunches and flared her wings.
Arsana skidded to a stop on the sands and looked to the Candidates. "Be ready, Candidates! Vhreth's egg is hatching too."
Just a hair's breath after she spoke, Vhretch egg began to rock and wobble. Fragmented pieces of the shell fell away near the bottom, a black leg poked out of one of the holes. And then the egg fell silent. Was the baby dead? But no... The baby inside the egg began to scrabble at the inside of the egg's shell.
And then the baby stopped moving again.
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Post by arratra on Jun 1, 2010 1:26:55 GMT -5
Matren had a sudden, vivid mental image of Avartiath, seeing the black leg poking out of the egg. It was a few moments before he realised that the black dragon in question was perched up above, sans A'tra, which wasn't precisely the norm, watching Matren, the other candidates, and the eggs with interest. He was keeping a respectful distance, however, and not interfering with the hatching. When the black dragon spotted Matren looking at him confusedly, he extended his mind towards him for a moment, allowing A'tra to convey his apology for being unable to attend due to his duties. Avartiath retreated swiftly as soon as the message had been sent, and looked away from Matren, and towards the eggs. Matren gave half a wry smirk, and turned his attention to the others; most he had never seen before, but one or two he could recognise, and he nodded to them. there aren't that many of us here yet,{/I] Matren noted, a slight frown coming to his lips, don't they want to Impress?
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Post by matsi on Jun 1, 2010 14:49:51 GMT -5
Catori smiled at the movement of Orange's egg. Her full attention was on it now as it shook and cracked. Her heart raced with excitement as she watched it, eager to see the little baby. She shot Vhreth a look, a larger smile forming on her face as she decided that any hatchling of that orange was deffenently worth standing for. She questioned standing for a Grey's egg, but she would not complain. Everything happened for a reason, so Noyth's egg hatching must have meant that a rider would be made this day.
Catori's heart sank when the egg stopped moving.
What happened? Is he alright? She asked herself silently, her mind panic stricken and worried. She waited, holding her breath. She only let the air escape her chest once she saw the egg move again.
He must have been tired She finally said, coming to a conclusion about the long pause, that was soon followed by another. Come on little one, Be strong, She encouraged the black silently, her eyes glittering happily. This was his moment...
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Azra heard the cracking of the other egg and looked over at it, her eyes filled with fright. Her eyes widened slightly more as she looked at the black leg poking through the shell. He was a beautiful black, but she could not bring herself to admire the coloration fully.
It is still a dragon, it is not my little Carlos, She thought to herself silently as she lowered her eyes again. She would not meet the eyes of the creature once it hatched, not unless she wanted nightmares for weeks, which she sure didn't.
Just think Happy thoughts...like about Carlos...and brothers.. She sighed and closed her eyes, imagining her family, trying to go far away from the hatching grounds.
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Post by aikastarr on Jun 1, 2010 15:33:32 GMT -5
Krysthanine must have been paying too much attention to Noyth’s egg, because when Vhreth crowed her excited announcement, she nearly jumped into the air. Whipping her head to the side, she saw the small egg in front of the mango dragoness thrash about wildly, and poke a little black foot out of the shell. The teen gasped in surprise and adoration; she wasn’t quite expecting a foot to come barreling out of the shell, and that little jet black foot showed that there was quite some vigor in the little boy! Come on, you can push your way out! she mentally cried before inwardly gasping as the egg-with-a-foot stopped moving.
What was happening? Did it somehow die? Was it just taking a break? Or was it just being dramatic and causing many people slight trauma for the entertainment? Krys began to worry at her lip, casting her oceanic eyes onto Ezra and Zeis. They gave her comfort with their presence, and knowing that they made it to the Hatching was a relief.
Wait, what? When did Zeis become a Candidate? The girl had little time to think about that when the egg that had begun to hatch wriggled some more, the dragonet inside battering at his confinements. When he stopped his movements once again, she began to worry at her lip, though not as harshly as the last time. She knew that it was probably only a break again, and he would begin his fight for freedom soon.
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Post by Reky on Jun 3, 2010 18:11:53 GMT -5
More people were arriving, but the girl paid them no notice. She stood completely still, watching Noyth's kelly green egg. She didn't care what the colour inside was. Judging by both the egg's mother and sire, the child inside wouldn't be one of the bigger dragons, but that was fine. Any dragon, no matter what colour, was a blessing to the person it Impressed to. Kesviry was more excited to see what the dragon inside was like - how it acted, who it was as a person - rather than what colour it was. The bigger treat was to see who it Impressed to. Maybe she could see, in their reaction, a tidbit of what it felt like. Her stomach was full of butterflies at the thought.
In her own little observatory world, the mood was purely joyous anticipation. The blank, concentrated face she had was misleading; inside, she was smiling. Her worries from before had dissolved as she assured herself further. There was a very small chance of any maulings or misfortunes. There were only two eggs, and only one was hatching. Most dragons weren't violent at their hatchings, only a few. This one dragonet would probably be just fine.
Then, she heard Vhreth's cheerful call, and corrected herself. These two dragonets. For the first time, her eyes deviated from the kelly green egg to look at Vhreth's hatching child. Her heart lept. There was a leg sticking out! A black one, at that. A fighter dragon, she knew. Male. Smaller than a pink, but larger than a white. Any of the facts she'd picked up in her lifetime of reading filled up her head. Then, the baby stopped moving. Was it alright? Was it dead? Kesviry felt nervous. No, though. It couldn't be. It had been fine a second before. It was just taking a breather, she figured.
She made a mental note to try and write something about this - about how stressful and simultaneously amazing the Hatching was. [/blockquote]
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Post by xena2009 on Jun 3, 2010 18:36:03 GMT -5
There was a growl, a crack, and then ... The shell fell away as talons punctured the shell and cleaved it all the way to the bottom. Out stepped a large sized black dragonet. He held his head high and his eyes whirled. He moved from the shards of his egg and walked towards the Candidates. He sat down in front of them, watching them.
He observed the males, watching them, touching their minds only briefly before moving on to the next one. He turned to the girls once he'd observed the males. He looked about him like he was getting bored. But then, he touched one mind that caught his attention. But only briefly. Well, this one was rather interesting. He remained where he was for a moment. Amazing is a definite. The black spoke into Kesviry's mind. And then he was moving.
The black moved from his spot, seeking the one he had chosen. He suddenly spotted the one that was meant for him. He could feel her fear. He moved eagerly to his. He sat in front of Azra. He peered up into her face, eyes whirling the rainbow colors of Impression. Nightmares? Of what, Azramine? Your Ayarth is here to protect you! The black nuzzled her leg, gently, not wanting to scare her. His rump, on the other hand, was wagging like a canine.
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Post by matsi on Jun 3, 2010 20:03:12 GMT -5
Oh no! It was walking... Towards HER!
Azra could feel her heart rate picking as she started to tremble. Small tears of fear started to prick at her eyes, making her sniffle.
Don't hurt me...Don't Hurt me... She thought to herself in panic. She wanted to curl up into a ball and vanish.
When her dark eyes looked back up, the creature had stopped, as if his attention was grasped by something else. This was a slight moment of relief for Azra as she looked at the beast. She took only enough time to note down that he was darker in blackness than Carlos, but that was it. She soon lowered her face again.
As the little black got closer, her muscles tensed. She got so stiff that if touched, she would have fallen over.
Nightmares? Of what, Azramine? Your Ayarth is here to protect you! the calm and loving tone echoed in Azra's mind, making her look up with teary eyes. She held in a yelp and held still as she noticed how close it was.
Her head began to spin as she felt it touch her leg.
Make it stop! Make it stop! She pleaded in her mind as more tears swelled and trickled out of her eyes and down her face.
Ayarth pulled his head back, looking up at her with deep confusion and uncertainty. AzraMine... The soft and sweet voice echoed in her head again.
After a few moments, she finally brought herself to look at the black. Her eyes were wet with tears of fear, but a new look was on her face as Ayarth starred up at her with those wide eyes.
Shakily, she put out her hand, pulling back swiftly a few times, but she soon had it fully extended, just inches from the Black's nose.
Ayarth let out a croon and lightly touched his nose into her palm.
I won't let them hurt you! I am your Ayarth! He spoke happily as he closed his eyes with comfort from her hand.
''A-Ayarth...'' She muttered softly as she sniffled and slowly began to lower herself to her knees. Ayarth backed up a small bit, allowing the frightened girl enough room to kneel, and then extended his neck to her. Less frightened now, Azra touched his nose with her hand and a small smile formed on her face. ''Ayarth. My Ayarth,'' She finally ran her hand down his neck and to his shoulders. The young Dragonet crooned as his eyes swirled with color.
As if realization finally hit her, Azra threw her arms around the young Black's neck, still holding in tears, and still shaking. She was scared, but already, she knew she could trust her Ayarth.
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Catori watched the black closely, wondering whom it was he was looking for. I think he wants a girl, She said to herself silently. It wasn't long before her thoughts were found out to be true. She watched the black slowly move up to the girl Catori had only seen a few times, and she laughed slightly. The girl looked ready to pass out! He really can't choose her! She thought, then her jaw dropped as the Dragonet took place close to the frightened girl. Tor was shocked beyond belief.
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Post by Reky on Jun 3, 2010 20:22:52 GMT -5
With the dragon's hatching, her worries about its wellbeing were dispelled. Kesviry's eyes were glued to the black dragonet, just like every other pair of eyes in the room surely would be. As soon as his egg had split, he made for the boys. Kes was entranced. He held his head high, but he was so small. She had never seen a hatchling dragon before, or even a hatchling firelizard, and the sight was one she wanted to drink in forever. Was new life always so attention-grabbing? She supposed it was.
Then, the dragon gave up on the boys. Kesviry's heart fluttered. Briefly, she unclenched her fists and shook them out - they were beginning to cramp up at how she held them in balls. Instead, she grabbed hold of her robes, barely noticing, and clung to those instead. Her wide, brown doe eyes blinked at the black. It was amazing, this Hatching.
Amazing is a definite. [/color] Kesviry tensed up. Had she just heard the little black speak to her? Agreeing with her? Her heartrate sped up. It had felt... odd. It hadn't felt like when Vhreth or Noyth or the dragon that Searched her had spoken in her mind. It felt different. Freer and fainter. It had to be because he was still unImpressed. He was still a dragon without his person. If he had spoken to her, though, did that mean she had Impressed? She clenched her robe harder, confused. Then, the black moved away, and Kesviry's heart fell in disappointment. Her mind went reeling, though. Was that rare, for a dragon to speak to someone before Impression? What did it mean? Was that sort of what Impression would feel like? A thousand questions came pouring into her head, and a thousand worries to follow. Had she done something wrong? Was the dragon wrong to speak to her? The worst of all echoed loudly in her mind. Would she ever feel what Impression was, if this dragon had passed her by? Kes swallowed hard. The black stopped in front of another girl. Kesviry saw everything he did, especially the rainbow swirl in his eyes. Did that mean Impression? For the first time in the Hatching, she looked at something other than the eggs and hatchling. Azra, the other girl. She looked extremely frightened. Kes sure hoped that nothing bad was happening, or going to happen. She had no idea what the dragon had said to the girl, or what was going through the girl's mind. Soon enough, though, the scared girl threw her arms around the black's neck, and a roar of applause came from the bleachers. Kesviry's clenched hands would not allow for her to join in the clapping. So that was Impression. The black had Impressed. Her eyes lingered for a few moments on the newly bonded pair, and then flicked to Ezra on the boy's side. Noticing someone she knew made her feel a little more stable about the whole ordeal, but she was still shaken and incredibly confused. The black has spoken to her. Such a tiny event would normally seem insignificant, but as he'd been unImpressed, Kesviry felt it as a big, big deal. Then, she burrowed into herself again. She ignored the rest of the world, and watched the kelly green egg like before. That was what was important to her now, despite the worried twisting of her stomach.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2010 3:05:40 GMT -5
Outside it's no raining, And tears are falling from my eyes, Why did it have to happen, Why did it all have to end.
Noyth's egg had gone quiet for a while, but it wasn't about to wait too long. Not quite too long, anyway, not by a long shot. With the black from Vhreth's egg safely Impressed, the little, mottle green egg began to rock back and forth with a renewed vigor. It swung this way and that way, flinging itself about as the dragonet trapped inside tried to free itself. Finally, a crack appeared on its smooth surface. Slowly, it began to widen, growing a bit bigger and then a bit bigger. Then, all of a sudden, the egg stopped rocking. There was a flash of movement within the egg, but then there was nothing, just the faintest sound of heavy breathing. Something within the egg was coming and it gave the distinct impression that it should have been accompanied by dramatic music. It was as if a shark, or perhaps just a band of rabid flitters, was about to attack.
Then Noyth's egg tipped over and deposited a gooey pink hatchling on the sands. The previous impression of doom and gloom quickly dissipated. While she was big for a pink, she was still a delicately, finely built creature, smaller than most greens and still but a baby dragonet. She actually looked rather red, but her base color was more like a dark salmon and a light rose shade folded over her body and covered her belly and lower neck. Her entire muzzle was a bright magenta. She looked like a flower, a blooming iris, all vivid colors and vibrant gradients. Cautiously, she stepped forward, removing herself from the fragments of her half broken egg. The green shell of it, complete with lovely, light browns, made her look even more like a flower, stepping forth to brighten the world for the first time. She stared out at the stands with her big, swirling eyes.
In fact, the pink dragonet stared and stared. Oh. Her. Faranth. They were all so big! Every last one of them! The room was big and full of big rocks and the people were big and attached to big dragons! Oh no, oh no, they were all going to crush her! They were going to squish her! Squash her! Slowly, she turned around, still staring about with her huge, quickly swirling eyes. In shock and horror, she stared up at her mother and then the not too far away Vhreth. Oh no, oh no, they were even bigger! They were going to squish her! What was she going to do? Looking at the situation objectively, the little dragonet was being quite silly, because, well, she wasn't that little. While still a pink and still no bulky beast, she was quite large for her color and it would extremely hard for even an adult Queen to go about squishing her in any successful manner.
Of course, the pink was hardly thinking very objectively. Letting loose a squeaky shriek, she turned tail and fled across the sands, away from the hulking forms of Vhreth and her mother. The crowd terrified her even more, since there were just so many feet, so good for squashing, but her black sort of brother had gone that way and he was too small to squash her. The candidates didn't look too dangerous; she was nearly as long as most of them were tall. Still squeaking and chattering about her concerns that she was going to be squished, though no one could understand her high pitched cries, she ran pellmell for the safety of the candidates and for her sort of brother. In fact, she headed almost straight towards him, veering sharply towards the female candidates after one step. It didn't have much to do with preference. They were just shorter.
I'm a big big girl in a big big world, It's not a big big thing if you leave me, But I do do feel that I do do will, Miss you much, miss you much.
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Post by arratra on Jun 4, 2010 18:59:33 GMT -5
"Well, likes like I'm going to have to wait until next time," Matren said, shrugging. He really was happy for whomever impressed the two. He leaned back on his heels, and watched in amazement as the pink scampered away from her mother and Vreth, and veered towards the girls. "Wha-? Is she afraid of big things?" he said to himself, blinking repeatedly. Then his entire world turned into one continuous sheet of blue. "Yes, hello, Margras," he said a moment later, brushing the blue fire lizard's wings out of his face; he had no idea why, or entirely how, Margras kept turning up in the most unexpected of places. Several times, he'd turned up most unexpectedly, like now, on top of Matren's head, blocking his view with his wings.
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Post by Reky on Jun 6, 2010 14:33:13 GMT -5
The pink that Kesviry saw hatch was quite the piece. She was almost like an ocean of pink, in that oceans slowly shift colours and fade and ripple. It really was odd - most dragons she saw were a simply, uniform colour, like the black had been. The pink was like a colourful flower instead. Perhaps it was some odd genetic issue, from her mother being so small? It was a mystery.
The focus on the oddity of the pink's hide was soon lost, though. Kes still felt strange. She still felt the feeling she'd had when the black had spoken to her lingering in her mind. With all the overthinking she did about it, she was beginning to feel squeamish, like the black had violated her privacy or broken a set of rules. The way the pink worried about the large dragons and the large crowds was only registered faintly. Even though Kes' eyes followed her, they were glossed over. The black's faint voice played over in her mind.
Stop it, Kes, she commanded herself. Stop it. This is now. Think about the past later. This is a Hatching, Kes! Come on! She blinked a few times, and shook her head. With a deep breath, she sought out the pink instead, and found her near the girls. Hadn't she been afraid of big things? tall people? Immediately, Kesviry felt imposing. She was a tall girl. Granted, she was skin and bones, but she was still tall. Even the way she shrank at this realization did little - she was still one of the tallest girls.
Her curiosity overtook her, then. Who would Impress? She found it quite interesting that two girls would Impress today. Well, at least, that was what it looked like it would be. The pink could always change her mind and go back to the boys. [/blockquote]
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Post by Admin on Jun 7, 2010 18:29:25 GMT -5
All around me are familiar faces, Worn out places, worn out faces, Bright and early for their daily races, Going nowhere, going nowhere.
The pink stopped short of actually reaching the candidates, the fear of god still in her. They couldn't squish her, but all of the big dragons behind them could. The roof high above her could! It could fall in and squash her like a bug! Why was the world so big? It wasn't right! Her tail twitched behind her as she shifted about, anxious and nervous. She couldn't help it. All around her, the world loomed. She firmly believed that it really could squash her. She was content to stay on the sands, away from the outside. She didn't want to get too close to anyone bigger than her. In fact, she was alright with not being too close to anyone. A superficial creature, sweet and fearful as she was, she did her best to keep the scary world around her at an arm's length. There was no need for her to get hurt. There was no need for her to get squashed by someone.
Looking this way, then that way, the baby dragonet glanced about the candidates. Though she had hunkered down near the girls, she didn't seem to have much of a preference. She glanced at Matren one moment, then Catori, then Ezra, then Rayna. There was no shelter that she could find anywhere. Any of the candidates could potentially squish her, though not as badly as the adult dragons could. Anxiously, she continued to shift her weight from one foot to the next, tail curling around her with little twitches. Oh my, oh my, what she to do! She wanted to stay right there, but she knew she couldn't do that. She had to find her other half and the roof might just collapse at any moment. Everyone might die if she didn't pick soon! Oh my, oh my, she didn't want a responsibility like that! They were going to crush her! The bulky pink sniffed sadly, still nervous.
Then, finally, the dragonet spied the one she wanted. It should have been easy, there was a clear path that she could see to the candidate now that she looked, but she had been too distracted by her anxieties before. Despite having found who she wanted, who she needed, the pink stayed where she was. She was trying to figure out how to get to the girl just a handful of feet from her, having quickly decided that the perfectly fine path across the smooth sand previously traced by her brother who was not her brother wasn't safe enough. She sniffed and she fretted. However, in the end, she just had to suck it up. Just for one moment. Letting loose a chattering cry, she darted forward, nudging one girl, Catori, out of her way though she didn't meant to hurt her. She didn't like having go get even closer to the big dragons and the looming walls.
Eek! Eek! KesviryMine, they are going to crush your Karath! The pink was screaming in her insane fear, bouncing all over the place. She circle her new rider over and over again, head constantly moving so that she could look about herself at all times. Then, all of a sudden, she calmed. She didn't sit down, not wanting to be easier to squish, but she stopped moving. Hers had worried thoughts too. Why was that? She was supposed to be the one protecting her Karath! Oh no, oh no! Brother who is not a brother is just smart. Maybe. I'm not so sure. But he knew I'd pick you! The pink sounded happier then, cheerfully radiating her happiness to Kesviry. Underneath all of her fretting, she was a perfectly sweet, loving creature, just not very reasonable. She wasn't one that you would want to try and have a sensible debate with about anything.
Cause I find it hard to take when people run in circles It's a very, very mad world, Children waiting for the day they feel good, Happy birthday, happy birthday.
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