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Missing A Post? Jun 7, 2011 12:26:38 GMT -5

Post by Admin on Jun 7, 2011 12:26:38 GMT -5

Please post all recovered posts that were made after May 31, 2011, 1:38 am here in quote tags, marked with who they belong to, where they go, and when they're from. If a post belongs to you, repost it WHERE AND WHEN IT BELONGS. Others may need to post other recovered posts before yours in some threads. Please hold off on starting new threads at this time. We will move onto the feast soon.

Last Edit: Jun 14, 2011 1:23:01 GMT -5 by Admin

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Missing A Post? Jun 7, 2011 12:29:15 GMT -5

Post by claire on Jun 7, 2011 12:29:15 GMT -5

This is a list of all the posts from after May 31st that were saved. If you have a post that isn't on this list and isn't on the board, please comment with what you have so I can update.

6/1/2011 - Callistath's Hatching Guesses [Gameroom] - held by Ruin
6/2/2011 - And We're Almost There [Dining Hall] - held by Zane
6/2/2011 - The Lioness {Hatching} [Hatching Sands] - held by Zane
6/2/2011 - How To Bother Healers [Lower Caverns] - held by Zane
6/2/2011 - New Beginnings [Unknown] - held by Zane
6/2/2011 - Races and Familiar Faces [Weyr Bowl] - held by Zane
6/2/2011 - Snack Sized For Your Convenience [Weyr Lake] - held by Zane
6/2/2011 - Frigid Water; Fiery Soul [Weyr Lake?] - held by Zane
6/3/2011 - Defending the Weyr [Weyr Lake] - held by Sakoru
6/4/2011 - Crafter Profiles [Character Archives] - held by RavenSong
6/4/2011 - Holdfolk Profiles [Character Archives] - held by RavenSong/Azzy
6/4/2011 - Weyrfolk Profiles [Character Archives] - held by RavenSong/Azzy
6/4/2011 - In the Star Stone (June) [Chatter] - held by Ruin - Posted
6/4/2011 - Reky's Dragons [Chatter] - held by RavenSong /Ruin /Chek
6/4/2011 - Reky's Whers [Chatter] - held by RavenSong /Ruin /Chek
6/4/2011 - Looking for Plot! Raven's Plotpage [Plots and Plans] - held by Raven
~~6/4/2011 - Carpe Diem [Weyr Bowl] - held by Veritas~~ Posted
6/5/2011 - Candidate Profiles [Character Archives] - held by RavenSong/Birdy
6/5/2011 - Rider Profiles [Character Archives] - held by Aylee
6/5/2011 - Starting Line Wherling Lesson [Wherling Barracks] - held by Claire - Posted
6/5/2011 - WIP Profiles [Character Registration] - held by Kia

6/5/2011 - Starry Skies [Hatching Sands] - held by everyone and their mother - Partially posted

Last Edit: Jun 7, 2011 14:48:57 GMT -5 by claire

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Missing A Post? Jun 7, 2011 12:36:54 GMT -5

Post by claire on Jun 7, 2011 12:36:54 GMT -5

Starting Line - Wherling Lesson - posted in Wherling Barracks
6/5/2011

Reky:
Audren was an organized person. She had to be. With a temperamental wher like Ausk, keeping on track and punctual was difficult, but Audren had it down to a precise science. A schedule gave Ausk no wiggle room; she had no choice by to reluctantly follow her handler around to her various engagements. Now, as acting Alphahandler, the pair was busier than ever. There were many papers to write out - lesson schedules, patrol schedules (as she liked to give her handlers the choice of shifts that varied week to week), patrol reports, and growth reports on the wherlings. Ausk hated paperwork. She got bored and angry with Audren just sitting around and writing.

This particular day was, comparatively, going to be rather lax. She had posted the schedule for this sevenday's lessons in the wherling barracks at the beginning of that sevenday, giving the wherlings plenty of time to plan ahead. Today's lesson would, rather than taking place right after evening had set, happen about a candlemark after midnight. The timing had worked out well - the evening hatching the night before might had shaken some of the wherlings out of bed early. They would probably appreciate the chance to sleep in until the middle of the night.

Lessons had been a little more spread out lately while Audren caught Kalenna and Kalesk up on what they would need to know to be integrated into the rest of the Black wherling class. Everything had been covered now: how to properly cut up a herdbeast carcass to feed whers until they were old enough to eat by themselves, how to oil and bathe a wher, basic essential exercises to help build muscles, and, more recently, stretching the boundaries of one's telepathic link with their wher. Connections between whers and humans were stronger than those between firelizards, but not as strong as those between dragons. To be effective guards for the Weyr, one had to be able to keep contact with their wher even if it ran off to attack a threat. That was today's lesson: the running part.

Audren took advantage of sleeping in, as well. However, she still woke much earlier than the lesson, ate, and set up two lines of rope pinned down by stakes, each at either end of the weyrbowl. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she looked up at the moons. They were both nice and full, shedding a good amount of light on her makeshift racetrack. The crashing of the waterfall was nice white noise, and the river glittered. It was a nice spring night for racing. Alright, Ausk. Ask them to come.

Ausk grunted. 'Ask' wasn't really in her vocabulary, so she shouted, WHERLING AWAKE. OUTSIDE. AUDREN-AUSK'S NEED AWAKE OUTSIDE. There was an unmistakable tone of disgust on her voice as she yelled at every single wheret, even Kalesk (since Kalesk was still 'tiny Kalesk, Ausk more best' according to the red). Then, the redpair waited, until she had everyone out there. Audren took these moments to retie her mess of black hair.

"Alright," she said, when the last of the wherlings had trickled in to stand in front of her. "First things first - everyone, please welcome Kalenna and gold Kalesk to the Black class. They will be joining us every lesson now." She kept the introduction short and sweet. "Moving on. So, these past few sevendays we've been working on keeping you mental connections strong, no matter how far away your wher is, and we've been doing exercises to start getting healthy. I assigned some simple exercise routines for homework - hopefully you've been doing them in your spare time." Audren grinned; winked. "It'll show if you haven't been working out, because today we're going to have a bit of fun. It's probably been a little drab the past little while - yeah, I know, I saw yawns at the muscle anatomy lesson, don't think I didn't catch 'em - so I'm giving you guys a break. Just something fun to follow the dragon hatching. Hopefully some of you went to watch, or at least got in on the feast."

She walked over to stand by the closest rope line. "Tonight is race night! This is the starting line, and the finish line is way over at the other end of the bowl. Ausk will be down there, watching to see who wins. Faranth knows she'll watch the finish like... well, a watch-wher." She chuckled. "Whers, it's your job to run like the wind! Handlers, you will be staying at this end of the track with me. You get to be the cheerleaders! Your job, though, is to make sure that your whers come back to you from way at the other end of the bowl... Make sure they walk outside of the track, instead of on it, so they don't get run over.

"We'll be doing three heats - two of four and one of five - so we don't have all thirteen of you crowding the track." Audren quirked another smile, finding the idea quite amusing... Thirteen little whers all knocking into each other. "Heats are organized by size.

"Heat number one: Kalesk, Khesk, Damask, and Keelsk.

"Heat number two: Pask, Sagarsk, Hessk, Nisk, and Dask.

"Heat number three: Cask, Mavrisk, Kisk, and Fenrisk.

"Alright, got that? We're going to get started right away. I think Ausk is already at the other end there..." Audren stood higher to see if her wher had reached the finish. You ready, Ausk? she asked, and received an indignant head-toss in reply. Audren turned back to the weyrlings. "Yep, she's there. Okay! Heat number one, come up to the starting line. Wait until I say go." She waited until the gold, red, bronze and brown were ready, then, "On your mark... Get set... GO!!"

She watched them run, and then did the same starting for heat number two and heat number three. Each time, Ausk announced, quite loudly and angrily, the order in which the whers crossed the finish line...

Cathaline:
It had been a busy time for Kalenna and Kalesk, learning what they needed to learn; Kalenna did her duty just as she always had, and Kalesk submitted to the lessons as well, knowing that as soon as the boring part was over, they could go for a run. That had been the easy part, the exercise; Kalesk itched to let her desire for freedom uncoil, and eventually Kalenna had hit on the idea of tying a thin rope around bits of her meal and sprinting off so Kalesk could pretend to hunt it. Of course, Kalesk was a great deal faster and the game never lasted long, but it strengthened their bond, too: sometimes Kalenna would start farther away, and Kalesk would have to come and find her in the darkened bowl.

Kalesk excelled at that. She was the huntress.

The lesson was late that night, though they rose at the same time as usual; after Kalesk's feeding, Kalenna dropped into the dining hall to get the scoop on the dragon hatching she had not attended. It was with a smirk on her lips that she returned to Kalesk. So the arrogant Qosis hadn't Impressed the pink she'd wished for him...he'd gotten a tan instead. Perfect. She would make sure to extend her sincere congratulations to him if she saw him again, though they would be tinged with mirth.

They arrived on time for the lesson, of course, and though Kalenna didn't want to seem unapproachable, she was forced to stand slightly to the side - not by protocol or Audren, but by Kalesk's ire. Crowd, she snarled simply, her muscles bunched, prepared to snap at any who dared to threaten Kalenna.

Her mood brightened - if Kalesk could ever be called "bright" in that sense, or really any sense - at the announcement of the race. Kalesk win, she said simply, stretching languidly before moving to the starting line, keeping as much space as possible between herself and the other whers. Kalenna did not want her to strike them, so she would not - not unless they bumped into her. Then she would not be responsible for lashing out. They should know better than to touch her.

Victory didn't drive Kalesk, but her own particular breed of pride did. She did not want to win because she was queen or because she was best, but because she was the runner, the hunter. This was who she was, and she was made for this. Privately, Kalenna did have her doubts; Kalesk was younger than the others she was up against, after all. It would not be a huge surprise if she lost to them, although Kalenna did hope she won. Her sleek body was built for speed as much as for strength, and she had both to spare.

The gold took off as soon as Audren spoke, loping across the bowl, completely in tune with her body - and Kalenna was in tune with her. Their connection did not falter with distance, and win or no win, Kalenna couldn't help but smile. Kalesk was wonderful, and in moments like these she wasn't sure how she'd ever wanted anything but this.

Matsi:

Nisk had been out cold in the bed along side of Hers. She lavished herself in his warmth, and in the grasps of his arms. Then the voice of the red echoed into her mind. The young green Wher’s head popped up quickly, and her eyes danced with her normal, wild colors.
Nikan! Red call. Red scare Nisk! Nisk listen! Nikan and Nisk go! The green leapt out of the bed and danced on the floor as she looked at Nikan, eyes growing frantic.
”Ausk? What does she want?” Nikan said as he rubbed his eyes and looked at his brightly colored green.
Outside! Red want outside! Nikan Go! Nisk Go! HURRY! A mixture of fear of the red wher and of excitement boiled in Nisk as she did what looked like a potty dance. Nikan groaned and rolled out of his bed. Slowly, he started to get dressed, grumbling to himself while Nisk almost yelled at him to hurry up.
Even as they headed out towards where the Red and her handler waited. Others walked out at the same time, which made Nikan and Nisk both perk up. More people and whers meant more fun! Nisk bounded up a few lengths, stopped and looked at Nikan, and trilled a deep sound.
Nikan happy? Nisk Happy! Nisk fun! Nikan have fun! Fun is….FUN! The wheret let out her own little giggle as she waited for Nikan to catch up. Her body almost shook with excitement as other young whers gathered. But when she had to sit still in front of Audren, she groaned and whined as the red handler spoke. She wanted to go! She didn’t care about the new gold, all she cared about was the race! She wanted to run with the others! She would be fast! Faster! Fastest! As her thoughts raced, Nikan nudged her in the butt with his foot, trying to get her to shut up. Nisk looked up at hers, and let her tongue flop out of her mouth, for she knew the face annoyed him.
Nisk, please! This is important! Nikan had to hold in his laughter at the green and looked back at Audren.

Finally it was time to go. The first race went by, and the whole time, Nisk wiggled and whine like a small baby.
Nisk go! Nisk Fast! Nisk go NOW! she whined to Nikan, earning another small shove from Nikan.
Nikan! Go! Nisk want!
Soon, Nisk. You will be next! Nikan laughed and knelt next to Nisk, rubbing his face against hers. She let out a croon, but was soon whining again.

Then it was her turn. At the word go, the young green took off.
Nisk go! NISK GO FAST! she let out a small squeaking roar, trying to show her excitement, but only tripped herself up. Soon, the green was rolling head over feet.
”NISK!” Nikan yelped as he saw his ‘baby’ rolling. Worry filled him, but soon it vanished as Nisk got up, and started running again, a wher’s laugh echoing in her chest and mind.
Nisk Fine and Funny! She crooned into Nikan’s mind as she reached Ausk.
Now walk OFF of the track, Nisky! Not on. You don’t want to get run into.
Fine. No Walk. Run! She let out another humming laugh and ran off of the track and all the way back to Hers. By the time she was back to hers, she flopped onto the ground, panting, but her eyes whirling with glee.

Last Edit: Jun 7, 2011 15:54:29 GMT -5 by Admin

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Missing A Post? Jun 7, 2011 12:42:56 GMT -5

Post by Admin on Jun 7, 2011 12:42:56 GMT -5

claire said:

"Sitting out on the bridge with a bottle just might be asking for trouble," Varan agreed, a picture of idle nonchalance as he led the way, ambling along with the air of someone who hadn't a care in the world. He'd been just as present for the reminder lecture of the rules of candidacy as everyone else, of course; when a massive Red was bellowing mandatory attendance directly into your hindbrain, it tended to encourage a person to do as they were told. And he was entirely understanding of the logic behind candidates not wandering around drunk. But he failed to see the harm in the odd drink now and then. It wasn't as though the rest of the weyr wasn't indulging to their heart's content.

He gave an inscrutable half-shrug at the question. "Not bad. It has been rather busy lately, hasn't it?" He theorised that they were trying to extract as much work as humanly possible from the candidates before the majority of them Impressed and were no longer available for menial labour. He had been spending more time in the barracks lately though, when they weren't on chores, having finally met his roommate and found that they got on rather well. "How have you been doing? Word is you found yourself a master harper to train under." Not that it in any way affected him, but he found it paid to keep an ear out for what was going on.

Their deliberately casual path took them up, further up than candidates generally had a reason to be; to a currently unoccupied personal weyr high up on the eastern rim of the bowl. From here the sunset was clearly visible across the western lip of the weyr bowl, dull red-gold light illuminating dust motes dancing through the empty space. Empty weyrs were generally a safe place to lay low, so long as you kept an eye on new transfers and the chore rota. Storing contraband was a slightly more risky proposition, but again, so long as you paid enough attention to know in advance if anyone was going to be in it, there was unlikely to be a problem. Grinning at Jerrith, he produced a bottle from behind a wooden chest with a flourish.

veritas said:

That the bridge was exposed, was a point that didn't need belaboring; neither of them were deadglows, after all. So Jerrith let that particular point drop, sauntering along with the other Candidate.

"It has, and I did," he agreed, and chuckled softly. "So I suppose I can't blame the Weyr for all of my time being taken away; Master Talyen's been commanding much of what my chores didn't." He shrugged. "At something of a natural lull, there... and with the Hatching probably so soon, now, neither of us wants to risk me being in the middle of things when it happens." His smile was a little wistful, but he forebore from going into detail; he'd done enough unburdening on Talyen and then some, there was no need to do it now.

He wanted this slice of time to be pleasant.

He himself didn't have enough of a rule-avoiding mindset to have thought of Varan's hiding-place, but he could appreciate its merits after a moment's thought. And not just those that were directly relevant, either - for a moment, he just stood there, far enough back from the entrance to avoid being seen from the ground, gazing out through the weyr's mouth at the sunset.

"Now there's a pleasant view," he sighed, and the smile he turned to Varan now was earnest, without that wistful air - and flickered into an answering grin at the reveal of the bottle. "Not that that's unwelcome either, of course." Nor the one holding it... easy, easy, he warned himself, schooling his expression after just a brief widening of his eyes slipped out. That he liked Varan was not news, and over the numerous sevendays he'd been at the Weyr, Jerrith had even come to terms with finding him appealing; but one thing at a time. This was a social evening.

He distracted himself by looking for places to sit. The dragon couch and that very chest seemed the most likely choices, without either leaving conspicuous marks in the dust or otherwise showing disturbance over having been cleaned up a little. The couch offered more room, but the chest was wood rather than stone, and would be easier to dust off somewhat... He gestured toward that chest. "Think it'll work as a seat?" He glanced from there to the sunset; seemed like there should still be a decent view, too...

claire said:

Talyen; that was the harper's name. He'd seen the man around the weyr from time to time but never had reason to speak to him. "If you're spending as much time on your studies as you are chores, you must be about ready to walk the tables by now," he commented. Of course he knew the statement was an absurdity - no-one walked the tables so young, especially not with as many other demands on their time as candidacy entailed - but it was really more of a comment on the amount of chores they were currently all being assigned than anything else.

"Fairly easy on the eyes, hmm?" he agreed, half turning to fully appreciate the view offered from the mouth of the weyr, one hand raised to shield his eyes from the still bright light of the setting sun. With his attention elsewhere he missed the momentary flicker in his companion's expression; it wasn't until he heard the question that he looked back again. He eyed the chest with head tilted thoughtfully and after a moment nodded. In the absence of anything actually designed for humans to sit on, it'd do just fine.

He sat back comfortably on the chest with his back against the wall and legs crossed at the ankle in front of him, one hand wrapped loosely around the neck of the bottle where it rested between them on the lid of the chest. There were no glasses - passing the bottle back and forth would have to do. He uncorked the bottle and raised it in a silent toast before taking a long drink. It was good stuff; definitely worth keeping somewhere safe even if they had technically been allowed to have it at all. "Not bad," he said, licking his lips thoughtfully and passing the bottle over. "Not bad at all."

veritas said:

There was a note of irony in Jerrith's laugh, but at least the bitterness he'd felt in the past stayed out of it. "I should be so lucky," he sighed, making his way over to their impromptu seat and settling himself beside the other youth. "If I don't Impress with this clutch, maybe I'll have time. As it is... well." He shrugged. "I don't think it'd be bragging too much to say that all I lack on some journeymen I've seen is a bit of seasoning. I still wish I'd had a bit more time, so I could be a little surer of at least making journeyman before... well, no matter." No need to brood, on a nice evening like this; he shook his head.

"I can be satisfied with the progress I've made," he concluded as he accepted the bottle, lifting it in a faux toast. "But enough about the past; here's to now, and the future."

He took a mouthful from the bottle - not so much that he'd need to gulp it down; for so rare a pleasure, that just wouldn't be right. He let it linger, even as he passed the bottle back and gazed for a moment at the dancing motes in the weyr's entrance.

"No, indeed," he breathed in agreement with Varan's appraisal of the vintage, looking over at his companion with a soft and earnest smile. "Quite nice. I'm glad for the chance to share it."

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Missing A Post? Jun 7, 2011 12:43:32 GMT -5

Post by kayleetonkslupin on Jun 7, 2011 12:43:32 GMT -5

I have the first page of "Attention, Atenna!" which just gives the dates as "Yesterday" and "Today" so that's really unhelpful. >.> It belongs in the Weyr Bowl, IIRC. I haven't looked to see if it's been recovered. All the other threads I have are before May 31 (only first pages, Google Cache being eversohelpful/sarcasm mode/ ) so I don't think there's a point in listing them *sigh*

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Missing A Post? Jun 7, 2011 12:45:23 GMT -5

Post by Ruin on Jun 7, 2011 12:45:23 GMT -5

:: STAR STONE LOST IN THE DELETE ::

Blue

MotM: Cathaline
Why? I swear, she's a robot. A post-writing, awesome-tastic robot.
Blue

HotM: Damali
Why? Setting Damask on anyone who threatens and/or annoys her family? Reminding her own brother that he's a Candidate? Hugging Maly after the wher Hatching? Take your pick.

DotM: Helenth
Why? She's trying so hard to fix Hers up with A'fel. It's adorable and endearing.

WotM: Kisk
Why? She's just so adorable! I want to cuddle her.

PotM: Skol
Why? Hati's the boss and Skol knows it. Points for intelligence. XD

Veritas

MotM: Cathaline
Why? For ensuring that nobody who has threads with her is ever, ever caught up.

HotM: G'kar
Why? For standing up to the distrust he arrived to and still trying to be a decent (and observant) guy.

DotM: Helenth
Why? Her meddling might not fool anybody, but it's still awesome to watch.

WotM:
Why?

PotM: Skol
Why? Hatiboss. 'nuff said.

Aika

MotM: Showboss.
Why? I think that she should get one of these, even though it'll be the last time. ;;

HotM: W'lin
Why? "BUT I'M GAY!" Made me lol so hard.

DotM: Waroth
Why? ... Because everybody else is voting for her? >>;

WotM: Sagarsk
Why? Calling your own Mine stupid? Win.

PotM: Iwa
Why? Pillie Run, y/y? C:

Ruin

MotM: Cathaline
Why? Being the first to KNOW THE SECRETS

HotM: W'lin
Why? Paving the way for my female Kingrider

DotM: Waroth
Why? Yeah I saw all that, glad Sebol missed it TBH..well "missed it"

WotM: Sagarsk
Why? What a mouth on that one...or mind I guess

PotM: Iwa
Why? Pillies...even if creepy

Zane

MotM: Cathaline.
Why?
She has made rp'ing Lani for me really fun when I was having trouble getting an upstart on her. Plus, as everyone said, she's always posting. Always online, with epic characters to add to any thread. I can't wait to rp more with Delilah and Agnith. Along with Ni'on and his fantastic Devath. Shall be much fun, it shall.

HotM: Xirofel.
Why?
Sakkykins is my muffin lover. I shouldn't have to say more than that, but I shall. xD Xiro is a constant source of entertainment, and his Tigreath is sweet shyz. I can't wait for them to go on adventures with Lani and Sylvith. It shall rock, and be much fun for how often Xirofel tends to get all: HOMG. Sakky mentioned making him go for a lap around the sands, which was lulz.

DotM: Callistath.
Why?
Callistath has delivered us an awesome hatching, and hasn't actually eaten any of the Candidate's or new Weyrling's. Go Callistath for being a great dragon mommy.

WotM: Sagarask.
Why?
Sagarel and Sagarask are an awesome pair. I have made plans to rp with them, so I can have history of my own with these two like others do on the site. Baha--only good things can await!

PotM: Pickle.
Why? I love Wolpy and Wolpy really loves her Pickle. Bahaha.

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Missing A Post? Jun 7, 2011 13:08:51 GMT -5

Post by alix on Jun 7, 2011 13:08:51 GMT -5

From Starry Skies
pg 5:
Matsi:

The hatching was making some interesting twists and turns. Each dragonet was different from the last, which kept it from getting boring, not that a hatching could get boring, but still. Then the purple hatched. Bryan never was too fond of girly colors like pinks and purples, but on a dragon, they were alright. This purple wasn’t any different until he wandered to the girls, seeming to be hitting on his sister, then turning towards the iron. Bryan wanted to die right then. Now dragons were turning evil! First people, now dragons! Soon there wouldn’t be anywhere safe! What was this world coming to?! Bryan felt sick to his stomach for a moment, and the world spun around him, so he adverted his eyes from the purple and to other dragonets. He watched as cyans and greens impressed. Yes, that was a better sight. More natural. Normal. Nothing evil there. Nope, nothing. Slowly, the candidate started to calm down and regain his thoughts. This was a hatching, and all the dragonets were just young. Nothing was evil about them, and they would soon know how they are really supposed to be. Bryan was sure of this. So, he looked back to all of the dragonets and eggs. That silly purple was just wanting attention. He wasn’t really hitting on another male dragon. Bryan wanted to laugh at himself. How could he be so foolish to think that? He must just be paranoid because he knew there were evil people in the hatching sands. Oh well, a dragon would set them straight!

Sal:

Walking off the sands with Chyurath, Wes was still trying to entirely absorb what had just happened. Sure, his immediately reaction had been rude, and since the rest of their conversation, including Chyurath's response to his outburst had been between them. It wasn't that he was rejecting the Iron, in fact he had just been more or less boggled, and a feather could have knocked him over. With the knowledge of what Iron's impressed, W'lin hadn't even begun to imagine that he would have impressed one. Would Chyurath be angry at him when he learned of the crush... no... it wasn't a crush, it was a quickly diminishing confusion of what he felt for the really handsome blue rider. It was so easy to forget that his mind was now linked with the Iron, so when he heard the snort of what he could only imagine was laughter, his light eyes snapped over to look at the Iron... who was pointedly not looking at him, because nothing was funny about his' refusal to admit his feelings.

Chyurath, when his' wasn't looking at him, was making sure that they dawdled on the sands. He knew that the moment he left them, that utter chaos would erupt, it was only waiting for him to leave, and fights would begin without a doubt! He needed to be out on the sands to guide his siblings, to ensure that they found their bondeds quickly and efficiently. It had been frustrating when his Cyan sister had nearly refused to impress until he did. Maybe he wouldn't immediately approach Oreath, he was sure that she would take more than a moment to ask him why he had left the purple on the sands after all the sweet things he had said to him.

It was almost torture as they made their way off the sands when he heard several more eggs hatched, Chyurath wanted to turn around immediately, and make sure that they weren't just waiting around. If it wasn't for the Purple's comments and actions, he would have been running back to drag the dragon over to the boys and glower at him until he impressed. If Chyurath had his way, the hatching would be done quickly and efficiently within twenty minutes, at most. He was sure that he could he could cut the time down to thirteen minutes, with two eggs hatching and two dragons impressing every minute. They're going to not know what to do without me, W'linmine. Perhaps we should stay, what if an egg is too hard? What if there is a fight that I need to control? It's our job now! Because he wouldn't admit that he was worried about all the hatchlings, that he wanted everyone to be happy. Irons didn't care about that, they were strong and stoic, and in charge. I... WE are the ones that have to make sure that the fools don't between! Let's go back! Food can wait until the hatching is over!

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Looking over at the Iron, W'lin frowned, and the joking about the purple was forgotten for now. One, they weren't allowed to stay on the sands, and Two, they weren't allowed to stay on the sands! He could also feel his Chyurath's hunger, and he wondered how the Iron could resist that pain. The dragon looked, honestly, ferocious, W'lin thought he was strong and handsome and amazing and gorgeous, but he could pull off an angry dragon face like no other dragon he had ever seen before. The want to stay on the sands was strong with Chyurath, W'lin was beginning to think that Chyurath was thinking of the clutch as his own, maybe he was copying the gold queen, or maybe deep down, the Iron believed that not even his Gold mother could do the job correctly.

W'lin let his mind race, trying to think of a reason why Chyurath would run to get off the sands, and finally, it came to him. We have to get off the sands, remember, that green impressed, and that cyan too. Who knows what chaos is going on in there! What if they are eating the pink and black! Isn't it our duty to make sure that they are being kept in order too? Or maybe you are missing the purple already...[/b] He didn't know what it was that got Chyurath to almost run off the sands, but whichever piece of information it was, they were almost immediately off the hot ground. He saw that as soon as they were close to the others who had had successful impression, that Chyurath was off inspecting everyone, keeping an air of aloofness and professional leadership. At the same time W'lin went off to retrieve some meat, and made sure to pick was a bucket of choice pieces.

Wow, he had impressed, he had impressed! He never thought he'd be doing this, going to feel his dragon, the other half of his soul. He felt full to bursting, and without saying anything, it finally happened, he burst. With his back to the others, he couldn't stop the tears, they just poured down his face, and were a long time coming. It had happened, it had finally happened, and he was happy, and thankful, and he wasn't going to go through another hatching and be standing there until there was no more eggs left, watching as a hatchling betweened just to get away from him. Would be treat him differently now? Would they treat him even more differently than had he impressed a green or a pink? He was almost scared of what his life was going to be like now, having almost gotten to the point where he had been expecting to age out. But now... now it had finally happened.

Dry your eyes mine!! Shards it! I told you to cry some other time, I don't want all these people to see you weak! You are strong, and you are mine! I cannot continue to make sure everything is in order until you have calmed, until I know W'linmine is alright. Stop leaking and feed me![/i]

W'lin's eyes went wide as he heard the Iron curse, where had he learned such langua-oh... right, from him. Whoops. Turning around, he tried to wipe away the tears, wishing he had sleeves, and saw Chyurath sitting there, waiting. There was some infinite patience and understanding there, someone that understood him better than he understood himself. Nodding, he reached in and took out a piece of meat, tossing it to the ravenous Iron, who snatched it up immediately, and was already looking for more. W'lin was happy to comply.[/quote]

Sakky

The purple was still the brightest, most interesting dragonet on the Sands. Xiro watched him with a smile, even when the sub-king was left alone, and pulled his gaze away only when he realized that one of the other eggs was rocking. The brilliant young dragon kept drawing his gaze, though, and it probably had something to do with the fact that the trader's favourite colour was purple. What purple dragons were like (besides this one), he didn't care -- purple was a great colour, and he wanted to look at it as much as possible.

This, at least, was the sentiment predominating his mind until the purple egg actually cracked open to reveal another, skinny cyan. Weren't greens supposed to be the most common colour...? Xirofel wasn't sure, but that was the way he'd heard it. Oh, well! The more colours the better, right? He, for one, enjoyed seeing all these dragonets hatching, regardless of their individual temperaments.

Yet another cyan appeared, and the trader quirked a brow slightly. Perhaps Dalibor's colour counts were a bit skewed...? Or maybe the greens and pinks just weren't out in force yet. Whatever the case, he followed the new hatchling's progress towards the candidates with a mildly interested expression on his face. By now the initial thrill of the Hatching had dwindled to something less giddy -- a sort of mellow interest, he supposed. Considering that he had no need to honour his family through Impression, he wasn't too worried about being left Standing. Only Fel was here to care, and she'd probably be happier to see him fail, anyway.

Where was his sister, anyway...? Xirofel glanced towards the girls, and found his younger sibling standing just where she'd been before. Well, she wasn't hurt... that was good. She wouldn't thank him if she caught him looking, though, so the trader allowed his gaze to slide past her, just in time to notice the aggressive green Impress to a redhead he didn't know. Good -- she at least wouldn't be wandering around mauling people now.

Green eyes flicked to the second cyan, who was now weaving amongst the candidates. She crooned to Fel (he smiled faintly, seeing it), and then kept going. The candidate followed her progress, wondering where she'd end up, and he grinned at Corian when the cyan stopped in front of the other boy. He lifted his brows, winked conspiratorially, and then watched the hatchling Impress with a smile. There was one that deserved a bit of applause; he clapped for her and her new bonded enthusiastically, and then returned his gaze once more to the two hatchlings left on the Sands: the cyan, and the purple. Both were dawdling; neither, at least, were making any move to hurt anyone.

Boo

Fel watched each of the new hatchlings. The Green appeared to be making a move towards the girls now. Part of her wanted to push it away from her. She had already attacked some of the other Dragons. Fel hoped that she wouldn't come near her and slash her too. She stood her ground though, knowing that if it did come to her it must have a reason. Thankfully it passed over her and to another candidate. Fel wasn't sure whether she was relieved or disappointed. She felt relieved because she wasn't sure she wanted to impress to an angry dragon but also a little disappointed. One more down. She drooped her head a little but still clapped for the new Weyrlings.

A Cyan had hatched and she walked past Fel. The young girl looked up hopefully at the Cyan. The dragon crooned happily and, even though Fel knew she wasn't for her she did feel happy. The elation ran through her body as she thought about how it would feel to be united with another being. She smiled at the Cyan and wished she could tell it thank you as it moved off to the males to impress.

Fel had also just noticed her roommate standing amongst the Candidates. She smiled and subtly waved at the older woman and then looked up into the stands, wondering whether Kidanyr was there. She spotted the tiny girl after a moment and smiled. She'd have to stay friends with Kidanyr. She really liked Lyr and Kidanyr. They were heaps of fun. She looked back at the two Dragonets on the sands. One Cyan and the Purple.

Corian watched the Cyan come closer and wondered whether she was for him. She seemed to call to him in a way that said 'don't worry! There are heaps more!' Corian smiled at the little Dragon and then watched as she moved off to impress one of the boys. Corian then noticed Day Defender standing amongst the candidates. He waved furiously not believing that he'd missed his fellow Defender! He continued to wave happily but then looked back at the Dragons.

Why did he keep losing focus!? Bad Corian!! Stop looking at other things. He scolded himself a little and frowned in intense concentration at the remaining eggs and Dragons on the sands. He had to impress so he could tell the Cyan thank you and be a Weyrling with E'kiel! He so badly wanted to be a Weyrling with all his friends. He wanted to find the other part of him too!

Azh

Eggs hatched at a swift clip. Anticipation stretched time, but Qosis' thoughts ran a little too earthly to be taken in by the giddy distortion. As new dragonets emerged, moved out or lingered, he fell into the emotionally easy process of accounting each passage to Impression. The Hatching could be happily taken as a dull affair.

A short ways to his right, an egg exploded.

Bits of turquoise shell stuck to a patchy orange neighbor, and a small Cyan launched herself toward the male Candidates. Qosis did not have to move as she struck past him at an angle, though he tipped his head to follow the snake-lines her dragging tail drew on the ground. Each furrow shimmered with excess fluids from her egg, but eventually the sheen evaporated. The Cyan went to another unusually tall fellow that Qosis nonetheless held no special account of. He noticed Lokien when he glanced back, and found the healer unchanged by the circumstances; stalwart as always. His pose was a little formal, but at least the Journeyman seemed relaxed.

The Impression sealed Ni'on into his new life. Qosis returned to awaiting his, still pleased in deep in his blood that every dragonet thus far possessed the necessary sanity to contribute to the Weyr. From the corner of his eye he detected a rough, muscular green shape. The peripheral distortion made the silhouette almost mangled, and Qosis' thoughts died of cut throats while his focus moved frantically to the ghost.

He instantly identified the bulky green from earlier. And Tasia. Tasia looking over and smirking like she had won some victory over him. Dragonrider. Fighter. Qosis barely got out a reply of gritting his teeth and furrowing his eyebrows together above his nose before she twisted away to the feed pit. She was gone.

Clearing her from his mind only required a turn back to the eggs. He felt the humming of dragons catch in his chest, and rumble there beside his heart.

Lark

Aidan continued to watch the eggs closely. A spring green dragon tumbled out of its egg. Aidan wouldn't have guessed that a Green would be in a yellow and red egg, but she was a rather pretty dragon, he thought, for all her bulk. Bulky even at such a small size...But she went over to the girls, showing off. Aidan watched her antics with a small smile. She didn't look as mean as the Green from earlier.

His attention was drawn back by another egg rocking in his peripheral vision. This one was vibrant purple, and when it broke open, a Purple dragon stepped out. A Sub-King. Aidan looked at him, wondering what the little Sub-King would do. He liked purple, but he wasn't sure a purple dragon would Impress him. Especially since the Purple seemed to prefer the females. Well, that was odd. Did Kings Impress to females, even Sub-Kings? He tried to remember. The hatchling didn't seem to be intent on Impressing, though...just...what was he doing? Showing off for girls? Why would he do that? Aidan shrugged. Maybe Xiro could explain later. He paused. If they were together after tonight. Biting his lip, Aidan forced the thought away. They'd always be friends, he told himself firmly. And brothers.

The Green, though, was ignoring her brother. In fact...yes, she'd found Hers! Aidan knew the girl by sight, though he didn't know her too well. She was called Larka, and she was a sort-of acquaintance, so he clapped harder for Larka than he had for the others. Maybe he'd get to know her better later. He'd be trying to make more friends. And her Green did seem nice.

The Iron commanded Aidan's attention again. Actually, he seemed to be commanding everyone's attention, Aidan thought...at least the boys, since he was coming over to them. Aidan held his breath, though he doubted the Iron would take him. He wasn't too disappointed, then, when the Iron Impressed to yet another boy Aidan didn't know.

The boy, however, seemed to be disappointed...or shocked. His cry, admitting that he was gay, turned not just a few heads, Aidan's included. He shrugged it off. Well...that was the Iron and his Rider's problem now. 'Gay' or not didn't matter to Aidan in the least. What did he care about sexuality, at eleven? Nothing. He didn't even know what he was. His dragon might.

Then the Cyan Impressed. Aidan thought the girl was named Tani, Tana, something like that. He clapped for the Ironrider and for the girl who had just Impressed, and continued to watch, deeply interested.

Xiro wasn't paying any mind to him, Aidan noticed dimly. That stung a bit. But he could understand. Fel was there, and so was Qosis. "Sorry, Xiro," Aidan whispered, just loud enough for his roommate to hear. He'd be more circumspect with his wording when those two were around from now on.

Two more Cyans hatched in quick succession. They were different, Aidan sensed. One seemed cold, the other warm. He liked the second one better. There were definitely a lot of Cyans, Aidan mused. Not that it was a bad thing. Cyan was a pretty color. "Xiro, look how many Cyans there are. Do you like them?" Aidan asked.

He barely noticed as the temperamental green Impressed, but dutifully clapped, his mind still on the Cyans. He watched as the smaller, nice one Impressed to a boy, and clapped for it. What would be next? He waited, a little impatiently, to see. The night hadn't stood still, and Aidan was, to his chagrin, starting to get tired. He rubbed his eyes. He would stay awake. He would. It would be disrespectful to fall asleep, here on the Sands. Besides, it wasn't that late yet. Was it? He didn't really know how much time had passed. What would happen next? He leaned back into Xiro's side.

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Nia

As the Cyans and Greens were going off to Impress and the Purple was sulking by himself, the earthy-toned egg near the eggshells of the large purple one split open nice and neatly, the dragonet inside pushing himself from the two halves of the egg. He was a Blue, and a rather bulky one at that. He was a sort of suede blue with lighter variations in his hide, although nothing really flashy. He was definitely strong and could pull his own weight, although he didn't particularly care about that. He was a dragon of simple pleasures, he wanted to help His and he wanted to relax. Easy and simple. He flexed his legs, getting to his sturdy feet and heading straight towards the Candidates. Unlike most of his siblings, he found dwadling on the Sands to be a ridiculous waste of time. No work was going to get done that way.

The Blue began to make his way to the Candidates just as the pink egg next to the Big Egg began to jerk and shake violently. The dragonet inside wanted to get out of this shell already! They were totally and completely ready to take on the world!!!!! The egg fragments went everywhere as the dragonet inside nearly exploded out of its prison. An orange hopped out of the wreckage that used to be her egg. She was rather small for an orange, though very dainty. She shook herself off, unhappy with the eggshells all over her pretty pretty hide. Her hide was mottled similar to the eggs, although just with shades of orange. She was quite a happy little dragon, and very easily excitable. She circled around a few eggs in a sort of dramatic motion before heading over to the Candidates. Oh, the humans just made her so excited! They were so exciting, everything was so exciting!!!

The Purple watched her from where he'd been moping. She was beautiful! The prettiest dragon he'd ever seen! And she was a sub-Queen. He was a sub-King. They were perfect for each other. He sauntered over to the Orange with the most inviting walk he could possibly imagine, and the two seemed to be getting along. He flirted, she was giggling and excited and kind of spacey, but whatever he could work with it. This was just so easy. But the Orange was flightly and dropped away from the Purple after only a few moments, heading over to go chat up the Blue that was still heading over to the Candidates. The Purple stared after her. Had she just ditched him?! The Blue wasn't even paying attention to her! Not that the Orange minded, as soon her short attention span had taken her back to the eggs. But not the Purple. Noooo of course not. Women, was he right?

Ignoring the Orange, as he had far more important things to worry about, the Blue made his way to the Candidates with very little trouble. He stoicly stared down the boys, disappointed in each of their work ethics and attention spans. No one was good enough. He prodded and poked at Corian in particular, but decided that the boy wasn't strong enough and moved to the girl semi-circle instead. These humans were definitely stronger, he could feel it. He sniffed a few of the girls, poking a talon at a few, but stoicly going past each of the girls. Similar to how his Green sister had inspected their faces, he was checking for strength. Mental and physical strength. He paused in front of one girl for a long while, looking her over, not wanting to make a hasty decision. Ah. She was fine. She had a very, very strong mind. He liked that. DarcyMine, your Saxth has decided you are perfect for him. Even with your scratch. Now come with me Mine, we must get food.

[/i] He wasn't one to use frivolous language or beat around the bush, everything was literal and very direct. Easy, simple, and strong.

While the Blue Impressed, the Orange poked and tripped around the eggshells and the Purple went back to sulking, two more eggs in the front began to rock and break. The two eggs cracked open at nearly the same time, and two Cyans sat in the eggshells. One of the Cyans, the one from the smaller egg, was a bit more green than her sister, and she was also quite a bit smaller. This was one tiny Cyan, although for her size she was rather tough-looking. She was bulky, although she still had a very feminine look about her. Her hide was patterned with darker stripes along her back and paws. The other Cyan was tinted with a bit more blue, although her hide was very vibrant. Her hide was also rather striped, similar to a feline's pattern. The two of them immediately rushed at each other and knew that they just. Had. To... Race! The more blue Cyan immediately took to this, as she was quite the competitive dragon. Competing and going fast! That was what she loved loved LOVED to do! The other Cyan was definitely ok with this, as she was independant and quite outgoing, and would do anything for her sister. Despite being small, she was going to show her stuff!

Naturally, the two Cyans attracted the Purple's attention, and he slinked over to investigate what was going on. Deciding he needed to make a good impression, he stopped the smaller Cyan from running with one of his feet, intending to totally show her how it was done and make a great Impress, they'd both definitely fall for him. Definitely! But the bigger Cyan definitely didn't appreciate this sort of behavior to her sister, and she stomped over to the Purple, prodding at him. The Purple seemed a bit taken aback, turning dramatically on his heals and walking back to the Orange, who was being kind of an airhead over by the eggs. Oooohhhh they were so meaaaannn to him! He hadn't done anything! The Purple seemed really upset, and the Orange wasn't one to leave people upset! Everyone should be happy and be having fun! That's what she wanted! So she seemed to attempt to comfort the Purple, but he was really playing it up and she soon grew tired of it. Her attention span wasn't all that long to begin with, and he was really just starting to annoy her! She didn't like being annoyed!

Finally it got too much for her to handle and she simply dropped the Purple right into the Sands, moving towards the girls. Maybe if she went off and Impressed, he would leave her alone! It didn't take long for her to find the one she wanted. Oh, but she was so hurt! The Orange didn't want Hers to be hurt. She wanted Hers to be happy, just like she was! Poor, poor Hers! But the Orange knew how to make it all better. CalmeraMineMine! Don't be sad or hurt or angry, ok? Let's just be excited! And happy! We can get you all fixed up, and then you and your Minanth can go do stuff,[/i] the Orange wasn't all that good at comforting others, hard as she might try, she was still quite focused on herself and her needs rather than anyone else's. But she wanted Hers to be happy with her! Together! Like partners!

The Purple watched the Orange Impress and knew it was to get away from him. Rather than act unhappy about it and sulk, he simply stomped off to the males without even looking in her direction! That'll show her. The two Cyans were still play-fighting with each other, racing around the Sands even as the Purple walked straight through their fight. He shot a glance in the Cyan's directions, but the large one simply glared at him and he knew better than to try his luck again. God, you knock over one tiny dragon and it's like the whole world's out to get you! The Purple looked through the boys, not really all that picky and actually now that the Orange was all squared away, he looked quite dejected about her. She'd been perfect! They were going to rule together as sub-Queen and sub-King. But she didn't want anything to do with him! He was just really, really lonely. Finding His would make that loneliness go away!

He weaved his way through the Candidates, searching their thoughts for something he liked. Boring boring lame boring booo ugly lame stupid not smart enough.... He continued through the Candidates, not even sparing a thought to the girls. They weren't for him, he was smart enough to realize this. Duh. He rubbed into Corian and then stopped, pausing next to the boy. Hmmm. This one. This one needed a second look! He circled the boy once, digging into his brain. Distracted thoughts! But he liked this one. A lot! Yes. This one had a ton of love to give him! You won't reject your Shirath, will you C'ianMine? Because those other losers all did. But whatever, we're way better than them, aren't we? We don't need anyone else. Unless they want to. If you know someone that wants us, we should go talk to them. Well? Do you?![/i]

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Boo

Corian watched as the egg next to the big egg began hatching. Corian's eyes lingered briefly on that gigantic egg. It was HUGE! It must have contained some massive dragon! As the pieces of the pink egg fell apart an Orange spilled onto the sands. She sure was pretty but unless Corian was hiding something from everyone in the Weyr and himself she was definitely not for him. He smiled a little at the thought. He spotted the Purple sitting and sulking by himself and felt a wave of sadness for the poor guy. He just wanted loooove! Could people not give him that!? Corian smiled a little as the Purple seemed to perk up instantly and meander his way over to the Orange.

Apparently she was absolutely not interested in him. She seemed to move off to the Blue whom, Corian realised somewhat belatedly, had hatched at the same time at the Orange. Corian smiled at the antics of the three Dragons on the sands and looked about a moment. There were still rather a lot of candidates left on the Sands. Fortunately, there were also quite a number of eggs left to hatch. Phew! Not to mention the ones still on the sands. The Purple looked so dejected again! How horrible! The poor Purple. Still... Corian found it all rather hilarious. He suppressed another laugh and pressed his hand to his mouth.

Suddenly he was being shoved around by something. He looked down to see the Blue sniffing him and examining him. His heart lifted momentarily but there was no sign of him impressing to the Blue. He felt a little rejected as it moved off to the females and impressed there. He sighed and clapped but then noticed what the Purple was doing. Aw, he was... Doing something very strange to a Cyan. Well... At lease he wasn't biting them or something... He was prodded over by the Cyan and moved off to the Orange.

The Orange seemed to comfort him a little while but then wandered off to find Hers. She impressed to the candidate that had been knocked down and impressed to her. Corian clapped happily for the female. Things were looking up for her at least! The Purple was stomping his way over to the group of male candidates. Corian eyed the dragon with some caution. He didn't seem to be the type to go on a rampage. Thank Faranth. He walked through the play fight between the Cyans and Corian felt for him when he received the glare. He'd probably been trying to help, really. He didn't seem nefarious. He did seem lonely.

He wandered his way through the boys and Corian watched him with fascination. He felt the Hatchling rub past his leg and then pause before turning back to him. A moment later the Purple circled around him and Corian heard something every candidate dreamed of.

You won't reject your Shirath, will you C'ianMine? Because those other losers all did. But whatever, we're way better than them, aren't we? We don't need anyone else. Unless they want to. If you know someone that wants us, we should go talk to them. Well? Do you?!

He stared at the Purple in shock.
Oh great... I did choose a loser

C'ian laughed at that and shook his head.
I know so many people who would be interested in you! Let's go find E'kiel! Oh wait. He's gone to the infirmary. Maybe we can find that Iron who took your fancy.
No, no, no, no he rejected me. He's already lucked out. Shirath huffed, He's never going to know what he's missed. Too bad for him. We will find someone who's not so stupid. But first. If you love me you would feed me.
C'ian smiled at the Dragonling and nodded. He hugged the Purple a little as they made their way off the Sands towards the meat.

As they walked towards their meat they passed the Iron and his new rider. Shirath flicked his tail near the Iron's hind legs and turned to look at him with an almost coy expression.
He'll miss me.
C'ian could only laugh and offer an apologetic smile to the Weyrling and his Iron. He took a seat and began tossing meat into Shirath's mouth convinced he was dreaming.

pg 8:
Azh

Oh.

[/i] Momentarily distracted from her feeding, Unath released the ragged stump of her current treat. Her shimmering eyes, still rolling the sluggish rainbows of Impression, took on a bright green overlay that stamped out the previously dominant reds of hunger. Her head wobbled up its entire height on a perfectly straightened neck. Ohhhhhhh,[/i] she elaborated, then dipped her jaws back down to see if she could sneak the remainder of the meat from what was hopefully a slackened hand. Q'sis was still holding tight. His permanently olive-colored eyes tracked the alien patterns drifting across hers.

"What is it?" he asked, and allowed Unath to finish off the tail-end of the scrap. She had grown thick with the weight of the accumulated meal, and stumbled forward a step in her half-hearted attempts to sabotage the bucket. Q'sis adjusted his position, seating himself on the less heated earth-- though he kept the cloth of his robe carefully pinned beneath him. His blood-soaked Unath crawled over his lap and slugged her neck and chest against his, wilting against the firm support of his body. She now accepted meat in his preferred small portions without struggling, inner eyelids waxing white towards the center of her facets. One of her presently small forepaws rose up and closed its digits against the fabric riding his collarbone, and Unath held on to the ball of cloth while Q'sis continued to feed her. She had been drawn into enough of a stupor to forget his question, so he asked again.

Someone was talking to me,[/i] she revealed with a resurgence of astonishment. In my head. Q'sis did not respond to that, so Unath let her awareness meander out to the source of the earlier greeting. Hello, the Tan replied, her voice a little dissonant, like she was trying to speak in two pitches at once. I would talk more but my mouth is full.[/i] Her communication did not pass unnoticed, and Q'sis lifted his head to stare across the feeding pit at Delilah. His only display of suspicion lay in his prolonged gaze, but eventually he lowered his chin slightly in acknowledgment. He did not know her, but at least she was not laughing.[/quote]

RavenSong:

Nara just gave Valha a weak smile as she lead her Tan away. Mith, the dragonet's name was. Pretty name, Nara mused silently. She glanced back over to the Pinks prancing about, raising a dark brow at them. They amused her a bit, but her attention was soon drawn by the Green as soon as she hatched. Nara grinned as she watched the Green's antics, her green eyes sparkling. She watched as the Green as she pranked poor Fel, grimacing a bit. No, that wouldn't do. Then the Green walked around, and stopped right in front of her. Nara's jaw dropped slightly. The Green was looking at her.

Come on, NaraevhynMine, be happy! Your Simhath is here and we're going to have soooo much fun! We can play games. I love games! But only nice games! I don't want to be mean to anyone, okay, Mine? Nara blinked. The Green was speaking to her. The Green called her NaraevhynMine, and... Oh Faranth. She had Impressed. Nara's face lit up with joy and she hugged Simhath, wrapping her long, gangly arms lightly around the Green's neck, falling to her knees as she moved. Her boys, back in the barracks, sent her confusion. The brown and blue flitters felt something, but had no clue what.

"I have friends for you to play games with, Simhath," Nara said to the Green. "I shall introduce you to them once you are fed. Come on, lovely. I bet you are hungry now, yes? We will play games, yes, a lot of games. And no, we shall not be mean. I am rarely mean to anyone, only when provoked. I bet you know that, do you not? You should apologize to the girl you teased, though. That little game hurt her. You can do it after you eat." Nara shook a finger at Simhath, then looked up to where her father and F'reki were standing. She looked happy and proud. She waved to her father, then led the Green out to the feeding area. Simhath followed her, head held high, looking at the dragonets eating their fill.

Friends! Simhath said, trilling as she and Nara headed to a bucket of food. She stretched langorously, like a cat, and shook her head as if to fluff out a nonexistent mane. She sat down next to Nara, who waved to Valha, Calmera, Z'dyn, and Tana.

"Valha! She is Simhath," Nara said, gesturing to her green. Simhath lifted her head proudly. "I told you a Green would find me. And... yes, you were right. I did Impress today." Nara started feeding Simhath as she gazed fondly at her bonded, a bright smile on her face. Their curiosity finally getting the better of them, Nara's pair of flitters blinked into existence next to her, chirping curiously. Ranulf landed on her head, and Kraka wrapped himself around her neck. "Simhath, these are our friends. The blue on my head is Ranulf, the brown around my neck is Kraka. They shall play games with you as well." Ranulf chirped inquiringly, then clambered down Nara's arm to take the chunk of meat from her. He started trying to pre-chew it for Simhath, which confused the Green and made Nara giggle. "Just give it to her, Ranulf, she can chew it herself." Ranulf flapped over to Simhath's head and offered her the meat. Simhath opened her mouth and Ranulf just tossed the meat right on in there.

I like him, NaraevhynMine! He plays! Simhath said, chewing her meat delicately. Ranulf chirped encouragingly and started grooming her. Kraka lifted his head and watched the blue and Green curiously.

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Naras watched raptly as the Green started approaching the girls, gripping F'reki's arm.

"Is the Green going for-- what is she doing? Oh that's mean. Did you see that?" The Harper asked. "Oh! Oh look! She's gone for Nara! HA! WHOO! That's my girl!" He applauded noisily as Nara knelt and hugged Simhath. "Oh, I need to find that dragon's name. I have never seen her that happy, F'reki of Blue Girieth. Thank you so much for this." Naras smiled at Girieth. "And thank you for finding her, noble Blue." Naras smiled brightly. "Aaah, what a wonderful day. What a wonderful day."

Gray:

Oh the Pinks were so interesting! A trio of sisters that were so alike yet so different. Lyr's tastes wandered closer to the light colors. She was a fan of pastels. Soft neutral colors. The paler hides were far more appealing to her. Plus the darker Pink seemed a bit mean. Though after observing her Lyr had to retract that thought. She didn't seem intentionally mean. Perhaps a bit overbearing though. Lyr knew that feeling well. Some had told her that she too was a bit overbearing.

She tilted her head a bit as the darker Pink set off to the candidates, only to retreat when she saw her siblings did not follow. It was obvious some mental chatter occurred and soon the Spotted lighter Pink strode forward. With that the darker Pink turned to the boys. The spotted one soon found Hers among the girls. Lyr wondered what she was like, who she was. Perhaps she would get to know the trio in the future. To learn how truly different they were.

The darker Pink was a bit slower though. She took enough time for another to break out onto the sands. Another Green! Lyr watched this new dragonet, trying to learn what she could of her with simple observance. She was pretty, with darker parts highlighting her light form. From what Lyr could tell, she was friendly, she held none of the malice nor stubbornness of her previous sisters. Nor did she have that slight motherly sense Lyr had got from the first Green.

She cocked her head a bit as she set her eyes on her Black-blue brother. He looked to her and moped a bit more, thought she didn't give up. Lyr smiled a bit at this show of sibling love. She was glad the Green was trying to help him, despite his resistance. During this though, the darker Pink had found hers. Lyr clapped and nodded, she did not know this boy either. But still she hoped they fit well.

The pale Pink seemed scared. Lyr wished she could tell her that there was nothing wrong! No one would hurt her. None of the dragonets on the sands looked vicious in the least. The Black-blue was big, but he was not vicious looking, just stoic. The Green all the while was content to revel in the eyes of the Candidates, which also made Lyr laugh a bit. She was cute. The Pink's sudden action surprised Lyr quite a bit. She wouldn't have thought the pink was that courageous. The Green saw fit to lead her sister to the Candidates, and the Pink soon impressed.

As Lyr clapped for the new pair, she saw the Blue spill onto the sands. Ah another boy! So there were two boys on the sands now, and the Green. The Blue was odd, to say the least. His polka-dotted hide wasn't something she would expect on a Dragon. He also seemed rather... Spacy. Of course Lyr wouldn't make too many assumptions. Just the way he laid there was quite odd.

As the Green posed in front of Fel, Lyr prepared to congratulate the girl, but it wasn't meant to be. She moved off, finding another girl among the candidates and Impressing to her. Lyr sighed softly and gave her a sympathetic look. That wasn't very nice of the Green. Perhaps Lyr had not read her right.

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Q'sis' look was met with a steady glance back. Tasia would not back down before him. She regarded the Tan a bit, with a slight look of confusion. What about him had drawn her to him? It made little sense to Tasia. She would congratulate him, in time that, but for now she was content just sitting with Ercuth.

Who is that Mine? Why do you stare? Ercuth demanded, flicking her tongue out with slight disgust. She had seen that frown, even if Hers had ignored it. He did not like her. Her tail thrashed a bit. She was the only one allowed to dislike people! Reaching over she picked the meat from Tasia's hands, chewing up the meat as quickly as possible before swallowing it roughly.

He is a... Friend. She had to figure out what her relationship with him was. It was, at the base, a messed up friendship. One based one one upping each other. She laughed a bit as Ercuth send a tendril of confusion to her. Tasia couldn't explain it properly. Reached out, she ran her fingers down her Green's muzzle, tapping her lightly on the nose.
Ask her what her name is.

What? No. I don't want to speak to her. Ercuth balked at the idea. Why should she ask? The redhead was quite capable of asking her own questions. She could tell Tasia wasn't going to that that for an answer. The woman's brow furrowed a bit as she picked up another chunk of meat, popping it into the toothy maw of her new partner.
Ask her what her name is Ercuth. I would rather not deal with his attitude at the moment. As elated as Tasia was, she knew Q'sis would have issue with her Impressing a green.

Ercuth hugged. She did not want to! She snarled and stamped, finally giving Tasia a glare.
Fine. Rustling her wings a bit, she turned to face Q'sis and the Tan he was feeding. She watched as she ate for a moment before projecting to the dragonet.
Your name. Tell me your name. Mine wants to know. Her words were sharp and held a faint growl to them. She wouldn't bother with greetings or pleasantries. Ercuth was to the point, she would not converse with others too often if she could help it.

Sal:

Swallowing down the last bit of his meat, finally concentrating enough to swallow what he needed to curb his appetite, he could definitely eat more, but that would come later. Right now he needed to make sure that all the of his brothers and sisters were in line. That everything was correct. Several had been hurt, and he needed to check up on them, needed to check up on all of them, even the ones he thought were idiots. Pfft, what was he thinking? All of them were idiots, and they all needed guidance, and a watchful eye. Him and his W'lin would become that watchful eye. Pausing for a moment, Chyurath looked at the boy, barely a man in front of him, and knew that he wanted to go and talk to others, but that his own stubbornness and bite kept him from doing so. He was looking out at some of the hatchlings that were cuddling up to their bonded, chatting with them constantly, and making lots of talk with everyone else.

Perhaps he could have done that, but he needed to go out and make rounds first. The fact that one of his siblings had gone and had their kind of fun by hurting some of the newly hatched, required his concentration immediately. Mayhaps Chyurath could go and find this rider that was taking up a good chunk of the boys mind, even if a lot of it went with immediately snubbing it out, or trying to think of something else. Or maybe he could go and find a flower for him, not that he cared that his W'lin was feeling lonely. Well, he cared, but it wasn't as important as other things. Shaking his head back and forth quickly, he didn't know how much of those thoughts and emotions W'lin got, but by the way the boy hadn't yet said anything, he was sure that it wasn't a lot. They may have been a whole, but they were still separate. As was very obvious with a lot of things. W'lin, I have to check on my ignorant siblings. I'm finished with food for now. Why not go and... make conversation with some of the less stupid ones? Like... nope, they all look pretty idiotic. Go and congratulate one of them. Go before I have to go find and drag your H'to in here...

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Chyurath felt as if he had gotten back at his when he saw that W'lin's face turned to a dark red color, almost as dark as the blood left in the half eaten bucket. Looking around at all the others, he tried to think which would be the worst to deal with right off the bat, and finally decided on the pink who had gotten her leg bitten. She was almost glowing with excitement for every new person she saw. Hopefully that would be a quick check, and he could go and find the black that had gotten bitten, and check on him as well. He was sure to be equally as annoying. All would be seen to though, even if that meant a quick glance over of both hatchling and weyrling, and then off to the next. It was important to keep all his wherry's in a row.

W'lin though, was left with a blush, and a curse, and blood covered hands. Reaching up to try and brush his hair back, it left a streak of blood over his face. Noticing the red, he made a face, and wiped it onto his impression robes. He wouldn't be needing them anymore, so who cared if they got ruined. Of course... now that he didn't need them, he sure wished that he had some actual clothes to change into, something with sleeves. With Chyurath no longer next to him, he felt bare, felt like his scars were more pronounced, his arm was thinner than usual, and that he was several inches shorter than he actually was. His discomfort would make for a short temper that would most likely go off at any time. Was it wise to go and try to socialize?

He felt Chyurath's answer to that, that yes, it was, that he must suffer through ignorance in hopes of... something. W'lin really did want to go talk to someone, but his lack of friendliness, and his general dismissal of forming friendships was putting him at a severe disadvantage. He could have followed his Iron, and gone talk to Delilah, but she seemed preoccupied. Everyone seemed busy, even Chyurath was busy. Keeping his eyes trained on the entrance instead, he saw a very interesting picture walk in. Wasn't that Qosis? Well, his name wasn't Qosis anymore, was it? No, the big man had impressed... had impressed a tan, a sub-queen.

Immediately W'lin was thinking about Qosis' comment to try and get him into a boat onto the water, that even girls were doing it, and he had to wonder what was going through his mind right now. Not even laughing, he just stared. This hatching was full of interesting things, men impressing to usually female only dragons, homosexuals impressing to Kings. What else was in the cards? Seeing the other tan, he let out a low whistle, that's what was in the cards, huh? Twin tans? He felt relief come from Chyurath, and was curious.

The man, Qosis, has impressed a sub-queen. You should be happy, you were worried before about flight. Now, when she flies, I will catch her, so you can rest easy about being a homosexual.[/i]

Sputtering, while his eyes went wide, he immediately looked at Chyurath, and saw the dragon staring back at him, as if this was a simple fix. W'lin didn't know if the iron was ignoring the information, or just thought it was as simple as that. It probably would be during the time, but after... No! Chyurath! he's the one! He'd kill me! It's not! That's not!!! He tried to kill me! He will kill me!!!

He didn't try to kill you W'lin, I'm sure he just wanted to fish with you. If your memory is correct, he seems to hold little regard for women, perhaps he enjoys a man's company more. Besides, I won't let you die, you are a touch less insufferable than anyone else. Go congratulate him.[/i]

No!! Aggravation poured off of Chyurath as W'lin refused to do as he was told, the Iron was finally to the pink, and was looking at her closely. To see if her leg was alright. He didn't speak to her yet, hoping to avoid vapid conversation with her. W'lin instead, turned to the person closest to him, not knowing who it was, or what they were like, just that they weren't the drowner.

"Congratulations."That wasn't so hard, okay, maybe a little.[/quote]

Lark:

Inali clapped for the pinks that impressed. A green too even! Sighing though, the candidate was worried that she would be left standing. At least she was only 15. That meant plenty more chances right? If she even was supposed to be a rider. Would any dragon ever want her? Was she not perfect? She strived so hard to be perfect. Fixing her hair a bit, Inali bit her lip, worry clear on her face despite her best efforts to hide it. Was it that the dragons thought she was too reserved? Wasn't that a good thing though, to be reserved? That's what Inali had always thought at least.

Shaking herself mentally, the candidate wished that she had a friend with her still to at least hold her hand or give her a comforting smile. She had long ago lost site of Abetzi in the stands, and Larka was out of sight with her green. Jealousy bit into Inali's heart at that thought. Why couldn't she get a dragon too? Wait though! This wasn't fair, and it wasn't nice either. Scolding herself for thinking such bad things of her friend, Inali decided if she didn't impress than it was because of her bad feelings just then toward Larka. After all, Inali believed heavily in the concept that you got what you put in. Sort of like karma if you will.

Observing the sands still, Inali did a quick tally of what was left. There were eggs and hatchlings, at least there were some left, that was good. Inali still had a little chance at least. Hopefully, maybe, perhaps. Relaxing her muscles, Inali shook her arm and leg out. She was starting to get cramps from all this standing. It would probably only get worse too. Going back to her attack on her lip, Inali bit deep to keep herself from crying out in frustration. She didn't know what to do! She wanted to cry and scream and have a tantrum. Well, this was all probably because she kept too much in wasn't it? Tasting blood, Inali let her lip go and wiped the streak off with the back of her hand. She needed to be calm...in and out, breath, just simply breath.....nope, it wasn't helping any really.

Instead, Inali did something that she would never do normally. She let her emotions go and allowed herself to feel. She was scared, that one was obvious, so was worry and jealousy. She was happy for the ones that did impress, though concerned for the hatchlings and eggs still on the sands. What if they betweened? Thought after thought, emotion after emotion poured out until finally Inali had lived through everyone that had been coiled in her from the start of the hatching. Better? Inali certainly felt so. Her lip was still bleeding a bit, but it would stop soon, and finally she was able to breath easier. It wouldn't be until after the hatching was finished that Inali would realize that she had caused herself to go through an anxiety attack.

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Ruin

Sebolaren, lost in thought as he was, did not notice the next egg crackóso he couldnít have said from what coloured shell the small Black had hatched. He probably could not even speak of the first few moments of that dragonetís existence in the world: So focused was he on a person he might have seen in the stands. His concentration on that one spotósomewhat shadowed from a cluster of peopleówas broken when he saw a familiar flash of red hair; attached to an arm that could only be waving itself in his direction. A deeply warm smile split his face and he gave a small wave to Tasiaóquite unsure if she was actually still watching him, but inwardly pleased all the same that she both remembered him and was possibly pointing him out to others.

A trill brought his attention back to the clutchóand two new hatchlings. The brown garnered his attention first; if only because of the salutary call. He then proved akin to some of the dragonets who came before him; heading for the Candidates as the dragonís flyóor trot in this case. His passing remark to the other two hatchlings was what informed Sebol that another Black had hatchedósmall and smokey-coloured, almost like klah with a touch of milk that had sunk too deep in the mug. He and the lone Cyan seemed to be enamoured, which made Sebolaren assume that the Black was much like his sisteróintelligent and observant. Then they began speaking.

Or so he would assume it was speakingócome to think of it he hadnít actually seen a pair of dragons converse, much less converse vocally; but birds trilled thus, did they not? Runnerbeast would wuffle a salutation or bellow a challengeówhy would dragons not, also, converse with calls and snarls? Sebol watched the exchange with avid curiosityóhe had learned more about dragon personalities from this one event than he had in the sevendayís heíd been in Dalibor combined. Not that it was for lack of Candidate training, or watching Dragonmen and their companionsóbut probably due to the fact that these dragons were yet untouched byóor had not yet touchedóthe minds of their Riders.

So rather than share themselves with those who would become half their being, they were free to interact with one anotherónot that they ceased at adulthoodÖhe assumed. Perhaps they simply had less to sayóperhaps the world was not as new, they were not as new to one another, and things were less chaotic. The Cyan, to Sebol, had seemed almost to question the Blackóor perhaps greet him in a way he was not accustomed?óregardless the Black seemed to have no response for her words: She in turn seemed to find him lacking. So they parted. Exchange over. Would they speak again after? Sebolaren supposed that was only for their Riders to knowóand maybe share.

He followed her with his eyes, and she came as the others had come before heróweaving among the males. He met her single eye curiously as she snaked around him, but she passed him byóand others with him. He turned to Xirofelówanting to query if the trader had found something odd about that oneóbut the words died on Sebolís lips and he simply matched his compatriot smile-for-smile: Though his ended with an arched eyebrow and a wink. Still the Cyan continuedóherís was not hereÖbut she wasÖthere! Impressionóeffortless. He could not help but watch them leave togetheróonly briefly acknowledging that the Brown had also Impressed while he was occupied.

Azh

Dragonets clunked past, too bestial in their movements to register as enchanting. Qosis was sure he saw a man's intelligence in some of those colorful pairs of eyes, but others failed to inspire his heart. He had thought he might regard any dragon at all with wonderment once he got close enough, but he remained possessed of his evaluating mind even here. The Sands breathed their fire over his already browned skin and Hatchlings brimmed around him like so many caravan pennants, but Qosis still observed the entire proceedings rather than any one dragon.

The wher Hatching had been a constant flood of terror and blood, within as much as without. Dark things had wormed through him then, but superficial similarities in the current scene did not wring them out. His only lingering doubt was a petty one: whether or not the Impression would hurt. It was petty because once the minds were joined there would be no pain to speak of, and he sincerely doubted a dragon occupied the same spot a wher might vacate. Qosis crushed the disruptive notion. It had to have arisen from the adrenaline twitch in his brain as he witnessed the Orange's pathetic shuffle off the Sands alongside the girl rejected by Callistath.

Like any departing pair, he had to dismiss them as soon as they stopped shimmering in the corner of his eye. Had to, because the immediacy of Hatching events permitted the bruising of focus with contemplation only to those who had no intent on Impression. Fly-bys and wanderers. He could see them sometimes drawing in like minds, fine little fighters, who he now took as somewhat more freestyle than the same colors in whers. The mocking half-Greens were the most common, and always seemed to thread gently around him without a second glance.

A small Brown came forward too, and wound by, and passed on. Qosis' blink as the sturdy dragonet crossed him was more of a flinch, but the strain in his face dissipated once the beast was gone. He put his eyes to the two remaining greater eggs. They were the sites of the most promise and the most danger-- save their bloated singular cousin nearby. But if the largest was rocking, he could not tell. Either its movement was slight or the sand circled so thick around the enigma that the motions were hopelessly muffled.

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Ruin

‘Lo’’ came the small voice at his elbow. Sebolaren peered down half expecting to stare into the whirling faceted eyes of a dragonet—and instead met the blue eyes of a very young boy. He had seen Xirofel interacting with this boy throughout the course of the hatching, sometimes as if siblings—were they? He would rather ask the trader than make an assumption, especially with such a young spirit, he wouldn’t want to cause any harm or hurt feelings. Still…he found his heart going out to the lad as Aidan moved closer—gravitating toward him like a foal to its mare.

It seemed instinctual to him. He took note of what caused the boy to seek comfort, a dragonet hatching: So he was left alone now, and probably quite nervous. He seemed hardy enough a lad—and Impression would surely make him more self reliant and brave. Though Sebol had not expected to find himself the fixation of such a young Candidate, he certainly wouldn’t push the boy away and force him to stand alone. Besides, he had dealt with beasts far more emotional than Aidan seemed.

Sebolaren watched the Black pass him from the corner of his eye, but gave the boy in front of him a smile. “ ‘ello Aidan, I am Sebolaren, or Sebol.” He kept his voice a low earthy baritone, allowing it to carry for the boy’s ears alone—wanting to remain reverent to the ceremony, the Golden mother, and those who had come to witness the Hatching. “And I am acquainted with Xiro.” The newly-hatched Blue followed in the clawmarks of his Black brother and also passed them in his search for the one who would fly with him.

Sebol’s attention snapped back into focus as he heard the young boy speak aloud; far louder than he might have in the given situation, and his eyes instinctively flashed to the Queen dragon. “There are plenty of eggs left, Aidan,” he said softly, giving the boy an encouraging smile before continuing. “I do not think you will be separated from Xiro for long. You’ll have to tell me what his dragon named him—you’ll most likely Impress before I do…” he trailed off into contemplation and then gave the youngster a wink. “As for colour, I am not sure, but he will be yours forever, yes?”

Kaylee

Aidan nodded, pressing closeer to Sebol. "Xiro's Xiro'el, now, I heard him say it," Aidan explained to Sebol. "Still Xiro, though." Taking his cue from the older boy, he had lowered his voice, glancing at the gold Queen to be sure he hadn't upset her. If there's one thing he'd learned during this Hatching, it was not to mess with Callistath.

"His dragon's Tigreath. She's pretty." Aidan's voice was wistful as he whispered his observations to the older boy. "She'll be good for Xiro, and Xiro'll be good for her, too, though. And she can protect him from Fel and Qosis, and make them go away." Aidan was still sour on that point. Fel had hurt his Xiro.

"Fel might be his real sister, but she didn't act like it," Aidan added angrily. "She was mean to him and hurt him, and Qosis was mean, too." Aidan frowned. "I wouldn't be that way to my brother and sisters. Xiro's my first friend here and my roommate...well, was my roommate..." Aidan turned despairing eyes on Sebol. "And he's like my brother, but she hurt him and Qosis was mean, too. Tigreath will look after him, though. Won't she?" He hoped the older boy could reassure him on that point. Leaning into Sebol's side, Aidan turned his gaze back to the Hatching Sands.

Lark

Inali's jaw dropped as the largest egg in the clutch split open revealing a madness of limps and heads. Two! There were two tans in there! Not one to normally show this much emotion, Inali couldn't put in back inside away from sight, this was simply too shocking. They were beautiful, one light with darker spots and the other completely opposite. Not only that, but their personalities were opposites as well. The lighter one seemed to be more resurved and introverted while the darker one was more out going. Well, didn't that remind the candidate of a certain pair of sisters.

Eyeing her older sibling in the stands again, Inali watched as Abetzi's jaw dropped too. In fact it seemed as if everyone was shocked at the sudden appearance of the two sub-queens. Hopfeully neither would between though. Tearing her focus away from the tans, Inali watched as the two cyans started chasing after one another. Already broken out of her icy shell, it wasn't long before the candidate found herself outright laughing. This wasn't like her! Inali's eyes widened at her apparent feelings. She was better than this, more poised, more disciplined!

Shaking herself mentally, the other part of Inali told her to shut it and get over herself. She was a child, she was 15, she should be able to have fun and laugh when she wanted to! Finally giving in for what was the first time in months, Inali laughed even more as Callistath interupted her two daughters. Sulking, the cyans went to the candidates to impress. Done with those two now, Inali watched the funny black and a newer blue. It seemed to be there turn now, and soon they too wandered over to the candidates. Some of the hatchlings even passed by Inali. Though none entered her thoughts.

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Larka widened her eyes and was taken aback by Darcy's visious side. Oiloath, sensing Hers' distress hissed at the blue and his rider. Fine! It doesn't matter to me what you think. You're just jealous of Mine and me! Yes, that's right, you're just jealous. Hurt, Larka blinked and bit her lip gently. Not everyone can see the amazingness in us LarkaMine. We shall go then to someone else who can.....HIM! There even is one of my sisters. Oh, and look others are there too!

Turning away from the weyrling, Larka sighed. Alright Oiloath, lead me over. It turned out to be the weyrling formally known as Niton. "Hello." Though they hadn't met for long, the girl had been part of his group during the fishing tournement. "What's her name?" Larka looked down at the cyan who was with the boy. There were others around too, though Larka felt a bit uncomfortable to aknowledge them as well. She didn't know them, and after the incident with Darcy the weyrling was feeling a bit insecure.

Oh, now, now LarkaMine! You should look up and smile more. You're pretty when you smile, not thatyou aren't pretty at any time. You're always beautiful to me, just like I am to you, am I not? Well, no need to answer that, I already know the answer! Shaking out her wings, the green pranced forward to her siblings that had gathered with Theirs. Hello all! I am Oiloath, and this is LarkaMine! You can all be happy now, for I am here! Now, who are all of you? Oiloath looked over the little group of asembled dragonets with a scrutinizing eye. Oh, that one is nice LarkaMine! That one too, not that one so much, though I do suppose it's not horrible. Shaking her head, Larka sighed. At least Oiloath was keeping that part quiet.

Knight

Rayna grinned cheerfully when Zane started rather obviously upon noticing the goldrider. The slightest of smiles touched her face as Rayna gave a little wave. Zane was rather silly, Rayna thought with an internal snort. Sure, she didn't seem like she'd be much help in the future, but people could definitely surprise someone, even Rayna. And anyways, Rayna was having a bit of fun. Was there anything wrong with that? She almost felt bad for the bluerider, who always seemed so startled by the sight of Rayna. It was adorable, in an odd wayQ. And perhaps it would help for Rayna to be seen hanging around blueriders instead of, say, a kingrider or something. One never knew.

Settling herself next to Zane, Rayna offered the weyrling an amiable smile and answered her, "I'm glad to hear that our meeting was as memorable to you as it was to me, miss Zane." And maybe she was laying the flattery on a bit thick. She couldn't really tell if it was working, though. People's emotions weren't Rayna's forte. The future was. The future and everything that came along with it. Who cared about the present when the future was on the line? The present was nothing more than a stepping stone into the future. So why bother with emotions?

Or that was Rayna's logic, anyways. And it did make things easier for Rayna to deal with things that way.

An Iron Hatched, and with that, the Hatching began. Dragonets sprawled across the Sands, Impressing quickly. Or so it felt to Rayna. Without being down there on the hot Sands, waiting for a dragon of her own, it made the Hatching go by much faster. Rayna clapped enthusiastically for each Impression, happy for every Candidate that got themselves a dragon. She did, however, wince at the late arrival of the Candidate. "Shardit, didn't they pay attention to the fact that no Queen is going to take kindly to late arrivals?" Rayna turned towards Zane, wincing quietly. Though she was glad that Callistath hadn't killed the Candidate, Rayna had to admit that late Candidates made the entire Weyr look bad in the present, which could hurt them in the future. Which was bad. Even though most Weyrs had late Candidates, or so Rayna figured, it would still reflect badly upon Dalibor as a whole. Fort was simply looking for a reason to be unhappy with Dalibor.

Rayna turned towards Zane with a smile, "I remember when I Impressed Couineth... It's the most amazing feeling ever." Rayna inclined her head, "I take it that's Panith, then?" Rayna glanced at the blue, her smile widening, "Hello, good Panith. Your Zane is quite the lovely young lady." She didn't expect the blue to respond to her, but Rayna figured that it would be polite of her to adress the blue, considering she had been talking amiably with the blue's rider for quite a while by then.

Couineth shot Zane a rather nasty look, red filling her gaze as the weyrling moved closer to Hers. Stupid, self-centered Weyrling! It isn't faiiiiiir. She's steaaaaaling Miiiiine! It's not faiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!

[/i] Huffing angrily, Couineth stared angrily down at the Sands, sulking rather obviously. She would have thrown a tantrum if the attention of just about everyone in the Weyr hadn't been focused on the Sands, which wasn't fair at aaaaaaall. Couineth neeeeeeeded to be the focus of attention to be on heeeeeer. It wasn't faiiiiiir. But there was nothing to be gained from a tantrum when there was no one watching her beautiful hiiiiide.

Glancing at Couineth when the gold's private words reached her, Rayna narrowed her eyes slightly. Couineth, no one's stealing me. I'm simply preparing for the future. Rayna informed the gold, speaking the truth as she saw it.

But the future doesn't maaaaaaaatter. It's the present that's impooooortant. And you're being selfish and neglecting meeeeeeee![/i] Couineth whined loudly, flicking her tail and glowering at Hers as well as a dragon could.

Rayna shook her head, smiling just a bit at Couineth before turning back to Zane. I'll oil you later. It'll make your hide pretty! And with that shameless bit of bribery that sated Couineth for the moment, Rayna refocused on the Hatching and on Zane. Her gaze darted towards the Sands for a moment and Rayna tilted her head slightly, "Look, two tans! They . . . both Hatched from the big egg?" Rayna had missed their Hatching while dealing with Couineth and wasn't sure where the two Tans had come from. That was bad on her part, for it might get back to Avalle that she missed the Hatching of two important colors - and new mutations, no less.[/quote]

Nia, pg 8:

The dark brown egg in the back of the clutch shook and cracked as the Blue and Black still on the Sands did whatever they were doing. The egg broke open to reveal a Black that was sort of patched with lighter gray spots. He was about medium sized for a Black and somewhat thin, although he did have sort of a bulky chubbiness to him. He sat happily in his eggshells, wagging his tail back and forth like a canine, looking around at everything. Wow! There was a lot to see outside of his eggshells! He should have broken out earlier! The Black looked around excitedly, watching his brothers and watching the other Candidates, but not moving yet. He just wanted to watch for a bit.

The easily-distracted Blue finally pushed himself to his feet, stumbling around the eggs and getting distracted by their colors. Whoooaaa that was crazy, who told those eggshells to be so colorful? How did that even happen. Crazy. Insane. He moved slowly, unable to really keep on a straight path for very long, but he finally managed to get to the Candidates. The Black watched him with annoyance, unhappy with the Blue's easily distracted ways. But the Blue ignored him completely, pushing his way into the female Candidates. Whoa. These chicks were crazy. So crazy he liked it. Yeah, they were cool. He could work with this. He prodded some of them with his snout and others he completely tripped over, sprawling into the sands, but seemingly laughing at himself and standing up again. Now... he just... whoa, this chick's thoughts were out there! He liked that. Heyyy. InaliMine. Can you and your Privith like... uh. Go do somethin'? Like food. Yeah. Food sounds chill.

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Spurred on by the Blue, the Black inched towards the female candidates as well, tenatively walking around them. He was strong, and he needed a strong partner. One who could keep up with him and his muscles. The Black was careful not to accidently touch any of the Candidates, his Green sister had informed him that hurting others was bad, so he didn't want to do that. He searched through their minds, finding all sorts of ludicrous thoughts and emotions, disliking all of them. These girls were all so silly and stupid. He disliked most of them. Until he got to one. He searched through the girl's mind for a moment, and was pleasantly surprised to find no silly thoughts or anything. Good. That worked. You have a pleasant lack of ludicrous thoughts, FelMine. Dhanuth is pleased. Now, I am hungry. If I don't eat, I won't be strong. So feed me.[/i]

The other Black, the one from the brown egg, still sat in his eggshells, watching the other two Impress. He wagged his tail some more, finally hopping to his feet and trotting out towards the Candidates. He was quite loyal, for a dragon. He just wanted to devote himself to His completely, but to do that he first needed to find His! That was important and he knew it. But before the Black could completely get to the Candidates, the large green egg in the back shook and cracked, distracting him. Oooh whats that would it play with him could he touch it? The Black wagged his tail around and watched the egg, as the dragonet inside forcefully pushed it's way out.

It was a Viridian, a darkly green toned Viridian. His body was a bit long, giving him a somewhat serpentine look, and his wings were massive. He flexed them, settling them against himself and standing up, eyeing the eggs. He was a dominating commander, and he was going to command and order all of these eggs. He liked order. He liked compliance. He liked to give orders, and he liked to follow them as well. If those orders came from someone of a higher rank, that is. The Black fell under his gaze, staring stupidly at him. Oh how he hated stupidity. Why couldn't everyone just be as smart as he was? Why couldn't they just listen to what he said and not have issues with his orders? The Viridian moved forward, and the Black instantly tucked his tail between his legs, turning tail and darting towards the Candidates.

Scary scary scary big and scary! He didn't like! Not at all! He wanted His, that's all. He didn't want to listen to anyone but His! He owed this scary big scary dragon no loyalty at all. All his loyalty went to His, that was it! So the Black moved through the female Candidates, sniffing them and sneezing on them and headbutting Ulma, looking up into her with an extreme amount of devotion in his whirling eyes. UlmaMine! Your Takurrath is here and ready for whatever you want to do like playing I like playing do you like playing? Oh! But we can do whatever you want Mine, that's fine we can have fun doing whatever you want to do! Or we can get food because food is good.[/i]

Annoyed that he was the only one left on the Sands, and thus he had no one to order around, the Viridian moved to the two remaining small eggs, pushing and shoving at them until the two dragonets spilled out into the Sands. A Green and a Blue respectively, each of them looking rather disoriented. The Green was just as serpentine as her Viridian brother, although her wings were quite a bit smaller. Her hide was patterned with stripes of Green, giving her the look of a sort of green coral snake. She was also a bit small for a Green, althoguh she was rather well proportioned for her serpentine look. She also had a look of intelligence, like she was plotting and cunning and knew what she was going to do. She simply glared at her Viridian brother but didn't move to do anything. Not just yet. She'd know when the moment to strike would be.

The Blue was soft in coloring, a sweet looking cornflower blue. His hide was patterned in lighter colors, although it was faded and difficult to see. He was quite pudgy for a Blue, his legs short and stubby. He seemed very out of it, he was simply happy to please whoever was around him. He looked expectantly at the Viridian, expecting orders. Getting an idea, he grabbed shells from his newly hatched egg and pushed them towards the Viridian, who seemed quite pleased at the offer. The Green seemed as though she was rolling her eyes. How could he just give away things? The Green, a hoarder herself, was not one to ever give something away. What was hers was hers. And no one was going to change that, especially not an overly-demanding Viridian. So while he was distracted with the Blue's "gift", the Green made herself scarce, slipping away from the two idiots and moving towards the Candidates.

She headed towards the boys, analytically looking through their minds and looking for someone not stupid. She was a smart Green, arrogant but smart. And she wasn't going to settle for anything less. There wasn't a lot left to pick from and she was quite mad at her siblings for stealing away her Candidates. But no matter, she was sure Hers was here. She just would have liked more of them to look through, simply for pleasure. Judging their stupidity and all that. But she soon came across Hers and entwined herself around him, possessively claiming him as Hers. You are Mine now, R'evMine. You are your Sugeth's and no one else's. Let us go get food, somewhere hopefully away from the stupidity that runs rampant in your species.[/i]

The Viridian was angry that the Green had escaped, and was especially irritated that she'd actually Impressed before he had. The Blue was staring expectantly at him however, ready to recieve orders and/or give away more of his eggshells if the larger dragon wanted them. Suddenly annoyed at the compliance, the Viridian stalked off, leaving the Blue behind and going off to the Candidates instead. He didn't care for them anymore. He just wanted order and no one was going to listen to him. It annoyed him, and it annoyed him way too much. But he didn't know anything else but orders, so he didn't know how to calm himself down. He just needed to find His, so His would make it better. Although he really did hate talking about his emotions and he didn't like to open up, it would be good to find someone there. Perhaps His would let the Viridian boss him around. He'd like that.

So off to the remaining boys he went, looking over each of them with a strict code. Not that there were many of them left. He didn't seem to care about the lack of choice, however, as he looked at each remaining boy and evaluated them. He seemed to be stuck on a decision, eyeing Aiden and Varan, before finally making up his mind. Let's go, Va'anMine. Your Drakeith is sick of looking at these disgusting creatures.[/i] He didn't specify who was the disgusting creature, it could have been the Candidates, it could have been the Blue. He didn't care. He just wanted food.

The Blue looked a little hurt that the Viridian had walked off without him, and he sat forlornly in the Sands, watching his "leader" Impress. Now he was all alone and he didn't have anyone to give things to! Well, it was probably time to go Impress then, wasn't it? The Blue gathered a few of his eggshells into a pile and picked up the largest one, trotting happily over to the male Candidates. He didn't seem to care that there weren't a lot of them left because he knew exactly who he wanted! His had been very very patient waiting for him. His eggshell was just really hard to break out of! He wanted to apologize, but first he had to make it over to His. He stepped carefully, not wanting to trip and break his present for His as he walked to the boys.

It was really no contest, he knew exactly who he wanted and had known the whole time he was trapped in his egg! He'd have to thank the Viridian for helping him later. He diligently made his way to sit proudly in front of His, dropping his present at the boy's feet. A'denMine! A'denMine! Look, your Territh got you a present! It's part of my egg. I thought you'd like it! Do you like it, Mine? I worked really hard to carry it over here![/i] He looked up at His expectantly, pushing the eggshell towards A'den.

With that Impression, Callistath glanced over the eggs. The last large egg in the back hadn't moved, and it didn't appear to be. Ah. A dud. Avalle glanced up at the gold, and the mother keened for her unhatched child. With that, the brunette climbed on to her gold and Callistath finally took off out of the Sands. At least that hadn't had nearly as many problems as the last one. A pair of twin tans, one Impressing to a boy? Nothing compared to the shock of the last one. Whatever. They'd obviously have to take care of this, but for now, Avalle just wanted to sleep.[/quote]

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Missing A Post? Jun 7, 2011 16:27:02 GMT -5

Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 7, 2011 16:27:02 GMT -5

A few more main Starry Skies posts that I believe are missing. Not sure what pages.

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Bre:

May 31, 2011 19:02:18 GMT -5 Admin said:

Down by the bay,
Where the watermelons grow,
Back to my home,
I dare not go.

The squat purple egg in the middle front was rocking. It had been rocking for a bit at the point of Oreath's Impression to Tana, joining in with its fellows. The creature contained in the purple egg's shell was patient, putting no particular effort into escaping. However, in the end, it was escape that the hatchling found and she was glad for that. Another cyan had entered the world, continuing the proud legacy of Dalibor. However, she had little interest in that. She knew she had heritage, but what was heritage? Lines in the air, paler than the faint lines on her body. She was very bluish for a cyan, covered in pale clouds, and large, but she was a female, even she couldn't deny that, and she was bony to boot, shoulders protruding upwards and the line of her spine obvious in her slender frame. In time, she would fill out a little, but she would never be large of body.

The cyan looked out with a certain degree of coldness at the candidates, content to wait, uninterested until such a time as she was given cause to approach them. Beneath the cool exterior that she portrayed, a bemusement glimmered in the sparkle of her swirling eyes, their violet-red color bright and vibrant. She had a sharp mind, sharp as a steel trap or fine golden thread, all depending on how one observed her. Right then, she must have seemed golden, she did suppose. She detected the smell of blood and ichor; she could see her aggressive green sister, still prowling amongst the girls. With her patient nature, the cyan could hardly believe that any of them had reason to dislike her, though she was equally sure that some of them would. Though just born, she was not naive or without complex thought like some of her brothers and sisters.

The little mottled blue egg in the front popped open, the very presence of the cyan dragonet within its shell causing it to burst. While smaller than the other cyan who had just hatched, this latest cyan was still not suited for its small prison. She had not minded being all squashed up, her stout legs pressed to her chest, but it was nice to be free! She crooned a greeting to her brothers and sisters, to the crowd and the candidates, and to all the world that might grow. In stark contrast to her sister's coolness and bemusement, she was sympathetic and nurturing. She would not laugh at what she saw or hide her feelings. Instead, she would smile along with the whole world. She could see it clearly in her head, a slightly older version of her skipping and soaring through the air with half of the candidates on her back. She had a wonderful imagination.

Speaking of candidates, she had to go to the candidates! She didn't know exactly why, but she knew she had to do it! She stumbled and tripped over herself going forward. Glossier than the larger cyan, her hide moved with the three colors that decorated it with each awkward step she took. It varied from pale turquoise to a deeper blue shade to a dark teal and then back again. She hardly noticed it; she was entirely focused out and on the things that she felt and saw inside her head. Feelings and imaginings, those were the things that she lived to have. They were not what she loved; she loved others and love was certainly very important to her, but they were not the same as dreams. One didn't revel in love; it stood the test of time. Dreams were fleeting and meant to be pursued, so she pursued them on unsteady legs straight towards the candidates.

The temperamental green had observed all but a handful of the candidates at that point. Her aggression was rising again as her hunger grew, but there it was! A beautiful face! A face like no other individual's face! The dragonet was almost angry at herself for having not seen it earlier, but she soon forget what she had failed to notice. She had her rider. For the moment, she was almost content with that. Not without a certain edge and obvious flashes of her teeth, but still content. Tasia! Your Ercuth likes your face. Not that you need to know about that. The green was quick to redirect the conversation after that, hissing to herself in her slippery, silvery voice. My faces. She gnashed her teeth, then calmed herself again, emotions a rollercoaster she barely regulated. I need food. I am hungry. She was calm again, not entirely demanding.

The little cyan was very sympathetic to all the candidates who had been passed over thus far. She crooned to Inali, Calmera, and Fel, trying to cheer them up with all the sincerity in her little soul. However, she did not halt, forever moving forward, carried by the tug of some tide on her toes. It led her passed Ryenev and Corian with a croon. Then she fell quiet. The sound died slowly in her throat. The tide abated; it no longer tugged her forward. There was no longer any intuition to guide her where she needed to go; she had to stand on her own awkward legs. That was okay, because she had found her rider. Her hope mingled with his. Her dreams would not fix everything, but they soothed the aches and calmed the mind. It felt so natural to melt into her rider; she pressed against his legs, leaning heavily upon them. It was a good thing she was not too large.

Ni'onMine, your Devath is going to be big one day, but that isn't important, except that it will let me carry you on my back. Is it a nice back? I can't tell. Having found her rider and thus completely relaxed, she craned her neck to try to see the waves of teal and turquoise between her wings. It didn't work. When she was at her full size, she probably could have pulled it off, but as a hatchling, she was not designed for any great grace or flexibility. It was hard enough to coordinate feet and head, let alone adding wings into the mix. However, one day, she would get it! She would fly! And swim. She saw so many things in her rider's mind, many things she wanted to explore; her feet, and later, her wings, would carry her to them. Back amongst the eggs, the remaining cyan sat, watching her sister Impress. She ignored her brother. A desperate man was no fun.

For if I do,
My mother will say,
Did you ever see a snake,
Baking a cake?

Bre:

Jun 1, 2011 21:14:58 GMT -5 Admin said:

There was a man back in ninety-five,
Whose heart ran out of summers,
But before he died, I asked him,
Wait, what's the sense in life,
Come over me, come over me.

The tan egg, the tannest of the mottled bunch, beside the shards of what had been Aeth's egg was rocking, lazily shaking back and forth. There was no urgency from the hatchling inside, but it did desire freedom. It was merely subtle about it, so very subtle and so very desiring of something more interesting than the inside of its boring egg. At long last, there was a crack. The hatchling sensed it and pushed, parting it like a seam until it unraveled, falling to pieces around him. He was a black, small and skinny. However, unlike his insignificant size, his hide was a swirl of dark gray and black. He looked as if he was a mass of clouds gathering for a storm. He could have admired himself if he liked; it was not an effect that most eyes could easily overlook. However, his attention was not focused on himself; instead, it was focused on everything else, his eyes slowly wandering.

On the outside, the black was calm and placid, making no sudden movements and betraying no excitement. Truthfully, he was much the same on the inside. However, in his head, there was a little tick, busy ticking away. A machine in motion. A bit of magic. A bit of madness, one would most likely think if one knew about it. He had a heart, but there was a black hole in it, the wormhole of his madness. There was a soul of creativity, down on the other side. He saw flashes of it. They were flashes that would be his brilliant; it would give him wisdom, should he speak what he saw. However, he was not one to speak. He desperately wanted to show others what he saw and felt; he wanted to draw them down the rabbit hole, down into his Wonderland. It was beautiful, he promised. If only they could see, if only he could see it more clearly, it would be beautiful.

The bluish egg with earth toned mottles rattled the shards of Shirath's egg as it shook. Then out burst a brown, his deep hide coated in the innards of his egg. He looked rather like a slab of wood, squarely built though small for his breed with faint lines covering his body, running from his head, down his neck, across his back, and then down his legs and tail. He greeted the world with an exuberant trill. Quite the outgoing character, he trotted passed the cold, pale cyan and the black, crooning to them both, and went right on the candidates. So many people to meet! So many people to greet! So many potential friends! He would have stayed with his brother and sisters, but he knew there were greater things at work. He did not go to the candidates to make friends, though he wished that were so; he did it because he knew that was how it worked.

The black had gotten to his feet and faced the cyan. She looked back at him, eyes whimsical purple mixed with aggressive red. He crooned to her, sauntering over towards her. She smirked at him, the tips of her teeth visible, and did not seem swayed by whatever he was saying. She responded to him with chitters, voice as smooth and sly as his, the sounds rolling out of her throat at a metered pace. She stood and sauntered towards him, moving in rhythm to her words. The black halted. She stopped as well, feet meeting the ground and freezing as her words ran out. She tipped her head at her brother, as if expecting an answer. He looked confused, falling back into a state of utter placidity. The cyan rumbled with laughter at her brothers' lack of response, apparently amused. She turned away from him and sauntered towards the candidates, humming beneath her breath.

The cyan sidled and slipped amongst the candidates, weaving around Xirofel, then around Sebolaren and Bryan, around Inali, Lyr, and Fel too. She looked at them each with one eye, still humming to herself. Her exterior was still cold, except for the bemusement she expressed; she was withdrawn, much of herself pulled into her far corners of her mind. She said only what she wanted to say, perfectly in control. When she wanted to offend, she could offend. When she wanted to speak, she could speak, but what was the fun of that? What was the purpose? Her brother had not answered the question to which she had presented, so she was bored of him and knew herself far more wise. She did not even think that she was all that wise, but she had bested him and she had no sympathy for his lack of logic. She would not go down his rabbit hole; he was forgotten.

Only one candidate received more than a brief glance from the cyan. Her humming stopped, tapering off. She settled, folding her feet beneath her body. She had to tip her head slightly back to look into the girl's eyes, but it was not so bad. Calm but bemused, capable of little sympathy and much strife but content where she was, saying only what she felt like saying. RusheraMine, what does man love more than life? Fear more than death or mortal strife? What do the poor have, what the rich require, and what contented men desire? What does the miser spend, the spendthrift save, and all men carry to their graves? The riddle slipped off her mental tongue. While an articulate mind and voice lay beneath the puzzles she chose to use, she preferred her riddles. She enjoyed them. Nothing. You are much greater than nothing, though, Rushera. As is your Vayuth.

Though the brown knew that he needed to choose quickly and find food, he could not keep himself from greeting each boy with a chirrup or croon, giving each of them a kind, if quick, look. He knew that they needed him, but they needed others more. Or perhaps they needed no one. He could not tell what fate or the Queens had in store, but he understood that there was a bigger picture and he would not question it. He would not let others question it either, big or small, or forget that their were others who surrounded them. He held both empathy and perspective, though he lacked the drive to put both entirely in their proper places. However, when he found his rider, he knew what was what. He knew the boy needed him and he would never stray too far. J'hataiMine, your Muqith needs food. His voice was kind, a gentle reminder and a gentle explanation all in one.

The batter swings and the summer flies,
As I look into my angel's eyes,
A song plays on while the moon is high over me,
Something comes over me.

Nia:

Jun 2, 2011 0:01:20 GMT -5 Nia said:

The two Cyans tussled with each other around the Sands as their siblings hatched and Impressed. They were intrigued by the Cyan and Black's fliratious moves, but it didn't take long for the two of them to get distracted and tumble around the Sands again. The large of the two, the one with stripes, seemed to be taking more risks as they fought, swiping at her agile sister and even daring to get close enough to touch Callistath and run. Having enough of this, Callistath shooed the two Cyans over to the Candidates, wanting the two troublemakers to hurry up and Impress already. Really, there was being bold and then there was being plain stupid!

Moving away from their scary scary mother (but the striped Cyan definitely wasn't afraid!) the two Cyans began wrestling again, rolling over each other and knocking over eggshells and kicking up sand. They tumbled around and straight into the Big Brown Egg. The big egg shook for a moment then stopped, several cracks appearing down the middle. The small Cyan knew the difference between being bold and being stupid, so she nudged her sister off and towards the Candidates, getting out of the way before Callistath punished the both of them. The Gold just adjusted her position again, curling her tail around the remains of the eggs and waiting patiently for the Cyans to sharding Impress. Oops. Ladies don't curse.

But the big egg stopped shaking, long enough for the red egg near the front of the clutch to splinter open. It was a Pink, a very dainty looking Pink, but one with a look of adventure in her eyes. She didn't care for food or finding Hers, she just wanted to find something new and interesting and great! She wanted to find adventure! The Pink was very darkly colored, and her coloring only got darker in a sort of gradient along her body. She shook the eggshells off of herself and darted out of her egg. She was alive! She was alive, and she was free! Her egg had been quite small, as the Pink was rather large for her color. She'd been confined and that was definitely not ok. She needed freedom to run and lead and go on adventures, duh. What else was freedom for?

While the Pink was enjoying her newly-hatched freedom, the two Cyans seemed to be in a race over who would Impress theirs first. The larger Cyan, having a height advantage, reached the girls first, plowing through a few of them, including Fel, in order to dive into the girls. Hers Hers Hers! She wasn't afraid to stick her face in the face of a couple girls and put her face right up to Lani's, staring at her and then deciding the girl wasn't Hers. She was totally going to Impress first! Her smaller sister was quite dilligent and outgoing, but this Cyan had the speed and agility! And the bravery, duh. Because she was soooo brave and she needed a Mine that would be just as brave as she was! Also one that would compete. Because competing was fun and awesome!!!!

But none of the girls really suited her. The Cyan huffed a bit indignantly, before rushing out and diving straight into the boys. She lept over them (well, as much as she could, accidently hitting Relati on the head with her claws and knocking him out) and dashed around them, sniffing and poking and prodding and making sure she was going to Impress to the most brave and- oh my gosh!!!!! There! Right there! With a running pounce the hyperactive Cyan jumped and pinned Hers to the Sands, triumphantly standing on top of him and Impressing right into his face. Because she was just that brave. Or just very stupid. Xiro'elMiiiiiine! Guess who it is? Oh, don't even bother answering. It's your Tigreath, duh. She's totally here so we can go do really, really dangerous stunts together! Did you see how I went up and poked my mother like that? That was wickedly brave, wasn't it???

[/i] She had a need to continually do dangerous things to impress others, probably something that should be surpressed. But she couldn't help it! She just loved danger!

The little Cyan was still in the midst of the girls, jumping over the ones that had been knocked down to search out Hers. She knew the other Cyan had Impressed! Sheesh, stop rubbing it in! She wasn't nearly as competitive as her sister, but she still had a bit of fight in her little body. If anything she was just independant and didn't need anyone else! Except Hers, of course. Hers was important. But friends were also important, which is why she'd kept up with the other Cyan's nonsense for as much as she had! That and it was fun. She had a good head on her shoulders, but she wasn't afraid to step out of the lines every now and again. It was all in good fun, really! She had no problem with a little fun. She loved fun! She just could have fun on her own, too, so she didn't need the other Cyan's silly game. Hmm. She looked at a few of the girls, juding them before moving on. She rubbed up against Lyr, but the girl wasn't for her. She needed someone with a bit more independence in her. Hmmm! She sniffed at another girl, poking the girl with her nose a few times before finally giving in and Impressing. OlddandanoniMine, your Zaldith lost the race with Tigreath. But that's ok, because we can have a lot more fun together! Come on Mine, let's go play. Oh! I'm hungry, too. Ok?[/i]

As soon as Zaldith Impressed, the brown egg began to rock and shake again. The Pink, craving adventure, could tell this was going to be something big and interesting. She lurked behind a few of the other remaining eggs, including the green and white on that had yet to so much as crack, she watched. The egg continued to rock and crack, growing in force and speed as the cracks attempted to break open the rather thick egg. It was an odd one, that was for sure. Queen sized, but it didn't hold a Queen. The egg continued to splinter, shaking with so much force it looked it like was about to roll completely off the Sands. Finally, a sharp crack appeared down the middle, splitting the egg in half and finally revealing the contents.

At first it was hard to tell what had just emerged from the egg, as the dragonet inside was... strangely shaped. It was a wiggling mass of limbs and necks and tails, and then suddenly it wasn't. The two dragonets managed to untangle themselves from each other and flop separately into the Sands. They were both rather sandy colored and blended in with the Sands, and they were definitely female. So they were Tans. Roughly the same size and rather small for Tans, one of them was a very light color with darker speckles along her hide, and the other was a dark tan with lighter speckles. The darker tan pushed herself right up to her feet, looking back at her sister, who was attempting to crawl back into the egg. People were scary! Everything was so so so scary! She just wanted to go back into her egg, wouldn't her sister come back too? They could leave later when there weren't as many people around! Ooooh she just wanted to hide and run and hide and ooohhhh....

The darker colored tan seemed to roll her eyes at her sister's nonsense, pushing and prodding at her lighter sister. She wanted to go go go go go! Today was a great, happy day and everyone was great! Plus, she wasn't afraida nothin'. She was cool and great and awesome and her sister was cool and great and awesome! Totally and completely!!!! Plus, they had to go Impress, because, like, that was important? Or something. The tan didn't know the details and she didn't particularly care. The Pink watched both of them with a rapt fascination, finding them extremely curious. Two dragons from one egg? No mutations? Not attached at the tail? Interesting! She wanted to study them! But they were her sisters, so she probably shouldn't. She should actually probably go talk to them or something, but she didn't really want to bother the lighter tan. She seemed so scared and shy![/blockquote][/size][/quote]

Bre:

Jun 2, 2011 2:51:02 GMT -5 Admin said:

Hey, I'll move out of the way for you,
Hey, I'll move out of the way for her too,
I never thought we'd end up here in seperate cages,
It doesn't go like this, you left out some pages.

The final egg of the front row began to crack, its reddish brown shell beginning to show signs of distress. Crick! Snick! Crackle! Snap! Then out came a blue, flinging himself free of the egg and out into the world with a powerful leap. He stumbled as he landed and fell into the sand, but that did not seem to depress him. It merely surprised him, body relaying his shock. He was an expressive creature; he didn't stay still long. He hoped up onto his feet, nearly fell again, and then caught himself. There he went! Much better! He settled on his legs a bit, becoming a much more solid figure. For a blue, he was average. He was of medium length and medium height, holding a build of extremely moderate proportions. Even the majority of his hide was a very classic shade of blue. The only thing of note about him was his wings, as he bore rough stripes of a deeper blue upon them.

The blue looked about himself, craning his neck and settling himself a little more. His thoughts were written across his body; there was no hiding what he felt. He opened his heart to the world, accepting the tans, the pink, and the black without judgment. It was not that he didn't know there was evil in the world; he had already developed a distaste for the ichor that dotted the sand amongst the eggs. He was intelligent in his way, but that did not change the fact that he was also loving and wished to be a stone to which all souls could come for guidance. Unfortunately for him, his heart-on-his-sleeve nature did not make him at all like a stone. He was more like a fuzzy caterpillar, a fuzzy, blue caterpillar with a big heart and a solid head on his shoulders. One that he was going to use to find himself a rider! He began to walk towards them once he'd seen his siblings.

Abandoned by his sister, the black stood for a rather long time, oblivious to the hatching of the pink, the tans, and his still nearby blue brother. Then he blinked his eyes and looked out towards the candidates, vision finally focusing once more on something in the corporeal world. He strode forward, as if he had never stopped moving. His steps were long but slow, combating his awkwardness. He could not fall, because falling would require him to actually focus, rather than simply walk to the sounds and sights in his head, the constant leak from somewhere in the recesses of whatever was off in his mind. It wasn't that he was violent or even capable of any such thing; he was merely a little special. A little mad. A little lost in Wonderland. He was never coming back. It was a touch sad, but he didn't mind. He was content to draw others down the rabbit hole.

The candidates registered in his mind, but he did not appear to truly notice most of them. The ticking in his head continued. It never stopped. It only began to echo, rather than resound in his head. His madness had found another person to infect. He had found his other half. It soothed the madness a little, plugging up the hole in his soul, increasing his calm and general placidity. It was better that way; the creativity remained, just beneath the surface, but there was some control over what he felt and thought. B'an. What an odd name. What a wonderfully, wonderfully odd name. B'an. It's almost as wonderfully preposterous as Wujith. That's me. The black was not likely to ever entirely make sense, but he would improve. He would have his moments of utter brilliance. He would certainly give anyone who came into his Wonderland an exciting adventure.

The blue reached the boys after the black Impressed. Part of him was full of energy and exuberance. One could see his enthusiasm, bubbling just below the surface. However, he knew that, if he wanted to be useful and solid and dependable, all of the things he knew he could be if he just tried hard enough, he had to move slowly. Patiently. It paid off in the end! It worked out just fine, because he reached the candidates regardless of what a struggle it'd been for him to contain himself! He moved amongst them on tiptoes, trying to be as careful as possible. He didn't want to knock any of them over or hurt them. In truth, he was probably more capable of violence than the black, but the trauma it would cause him would be so clearly written upon his figure that he avoided it. Instead he skirted all of the candidates by at least a foot, wings tucked in tight.

When he reached his rider, however, the perfect candidate for him, he forgot himself a little. He lost it. He leaped at the man, all but bowling him over. Sure, he was still young, but he was still a good bit over two feet at the shoulder. He definitely had enthusiasm on his side as well. L'KIEL'KIEL'KIE! His exuberance spilled out, his mental voice an excited slur. However, the greeting out, he recalled that he was supposed to be acting as a solid, steady presence. He dropped back to the ground, chirping apologetically when his claws tangled briefly in his rider's shirt and he yanked them free. Hope filled his mind. His body. He felt everything he felt completely and could hid it from no one, least of all his L'kie. Your Oferrath apologizes. I'm very glad to be here. His accepting nature. His complete openness. It was all so evident in him, nothing hidden.

I never know what to do with my love,
I never know what to do with my hands,
So I put them behind my back,
I put them behind my back.

Nia:

Jun 2, 2011 19:26:28 GMT -5 Nia said:

The lighter tan was still hiding in her egg, cowering from the world. She knocked over the remains of her eggshells and jumped, ducking insteadine behind her darker sister. The darker tan appeared to almost roll her eyes at the other one, but stood protectively over her sister. No one was going to hurt her! Not with this tan on the watch. She would make sure of it! Not that anyone was going to try, considering that there was only the Pink left on the Sands now besides them. The Black and the Blue that had remained had gone off to Impress, and the darker tan watched them with slight confusion. A lot of things confused her! A lot of things confused her sister, too, but she was mostly just ascared of them. But the darker tan wasn't! Fear was for lameos, and she was definitely not a lameo. Just. Uh, like, confused. What were they all going to do with the humans??? Impress??? Oh, duh. Probably because they were hungry.

The Pink eyed her sisters for a while before getting bored and weaving back through the eggs, still seeking out adventure. She passed by the dark blue egg with a lighter stripe just as it began to crack, although she didn't particularly care for it. She just wanted her own adventure and freedom! But the egg cracked open despite her indifference, revealing a rather large Black. He was so black he was nearly blue in coloring, with an odd jet blue tinge to his hide. But he was definitely a Black, blueish tint or not. He wasn't nearly large enough to be a Blue, although he was large for a Black. He was quite muscular for a dragon, and it seemed to contribute to his awkwardness. He sort of fumbled around a bit with his legs before getting a hold of them, and then stopped. He had just seen the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. That... that pink! She was lovely. He was certainly not a flirt like his Purple sibling, but this Pink. She was just... beautiful! She was as beautiful as he was strong! And that was saying something.

The Pink seemed to want nothing to do with him, glancing back with an uncaring glance and continuing her trip over to the Candidates. However, her path was soon blocked by the Black as he strutted in front of her, only to awkwardly trip over his on gangly wings and legs. The Pink seemed to almost roll her eyes as she continued on, stepping right over the Black's fallen body without caring. She picked up her pace and ran to the girls, far happier with the freedom of running than the attentions of an awkward, creepy Black. She weaved gracefully through the girls, the Black still watching her with awe at her grace, not knocking into them or pushing them over like her Cyan siblings had. She sometimes gently prodded them with her snout, but otherwise continued through the girls. She needed someone who wasn't as uptight as most of these girls were! So stressed out. Relax! Everything was going to be ok. And ok it would be, because she'd just found hers! Sitting delicately in front of the girl, she almost seemed to smile at her chosen as she Impressed. Isn't it nice to be free, MalissaMine? Your Phrixoth is so happy to be out of that confining little egg! Now we can go on adventures together.

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The Black seemed depressed that the Pink was so keen to get away from him, and he curled up in the Sands, watching the Candidates intently, but not moving to Impress. The Tans, however, were finally starting to move from where they sat. The darker tan had finally had enough of her sister's nonsense and was pushing the lighter tan towards the Candidates. However, the lighter tan really, REALLY didn't want to go. She sat, not moving herself, as her sister shoved her towards the Candidates. The darker tan pushed and pushed on her sister straight through the line of eggs around them, shoving quite a few of the remaining ones off to the side as the continued on. The lighter tan had her eyes squeezed tightly shut, shaking her head back and forth and most likely crying or something to her sister, who didn't appear to care. Or maybe she was just too stupid to notice. It was a little hard to tell.

Two eggs in particular- a light blue one and a, fittingly, tan one- were smashed against each other, breaking them open. Two dragonets tumbled out and immediately became tangled in each other in an ironic way similar to how the tans had hatched in the first place. They were both pink, and both were a very light pink. One was streaked with white and lighter patches, the other was sort of a solid, pale pink with darker patches along her hide. They backed away from each other in surprise, shyly looking around before looking back at each other. They both appeared quite shy and awkward, but not nearly as bad as the tan. The Pink with darker patches seemed to pick up on what they were supposed to do sooner, being more of a witty sort, but neither of them really wanted to do anything until their bigger sisters were out of the way. So the more witty of the two pinks, or perhaps just the one that was a bit more outgoing, started off towards the other side, making comments about the eggs that caused the other Pink to sort of giggle.

The white egg on the other side was also beginning to crack, and out of this one burst another Pink. She was a darker pink than her sisters and definitely more outgoing. She pranced around a bit, making a dramatic show, before spotting the two others. Now, this Pink was definitely up to no good. Unlike her less intelligent Cyan sister, however, this Pink KNEW how to cause trouble. And trouble she wanted! Pranks, tricks, jokes, she wanted to do so many of them! Spotting her two Pink sisters about to walk by, the pink hid under a large piece of eggshell that probably belonged to Shirath. She held completely still as her two sisters walked by, then jumped out, pouncing and pinning the Pink with lighter streaks down. The Pink looked completely and utterly horrified, and then once she'd realized she'd been tricked, her sensitive nature kicked in and she looked quite hurt by the prank. The other Pink appeared to notice this and awkwardly looked to the more clever sister for some help. She hadn't mean to! It'd just been a prank! Harmless!

The witty Pink shot some sort of clearly clever retort back, leaving the prankster floored as the other Pink comforted her sister. The more innocent of the three was ok though! Really, she was! All forgiven, the three Pinks seemed content again and ready to head over to the Candidates. The Black watched them warily, but didn't move to get up. He was strong and he could impress that gaggle of girls. But what was the point? The only one he wanted was gone and there would never be anyone else. EVER. He was sure of it.

The two tans were still very slowly making their way to the Candidates. The darker tan had stopped pushing her sister to stare at her, clearly having some sort of important discussion. The lighter tan had opened her eyes a crack to squint at the scary scary Candidates, then ducked her head into the sand. If she couldn't see them, they couldn't see her! She continued to lash her tail back and forth in fear, and her darker sister paced around, trying to figure out what to do. Finally, the darker tan appeared to almost give up, going over to the girls to sniff around them. Sensing her sister's disappearance, the lighter tan jolted out of the sand and ran to meet her, clinging to her sister's side as she looked at all the scary humans. Weird weird scary faces! So scary! She was terrified, but she didn't want her sister to leave her again. The darker tan led her sister around the girls, inspecting each of them and then looking at her sister for approval.

One girl caught the lighter tan's attention right away, and she left her sister's side to curl herself around this individual. She could protect her! And hide her away! And make sure that nothing would ever, ever scare her! Because things were scary and the tan didn't like scary things. ValhaMine, ValhaMine! Everything is so scary and oooh your Mith is so so scared and she just wants to go hide and eat maybe? Um, because I'm kind of hungry mine. But can we please please go somewhere dark and away from everyone? Can you protect me, ValhaMine?[/i]

With her sister out of the way, the darker tan poked and prodded at the girls, sniffing her way around. Ugh why did they all feel so weird??? None of these girls felt right to her at all! She couldn't even figure out why. She was hungry, so she had to Impress. Impressing was important. That she knew. But everything else was weird and confused her and all these thoughts from these girls confused her! Why were they all thinking so much? She decided she didn't like the ones that thought a lot, so she stalked out of the girls and took another look around. Oh! This way. This way felt right to her, so she went that way. The tan made her way to the boy's semi-circle, proudly entering without caring or realizing why this was not a good thing to do. She liked the thoughts these people made! Nice and simple and easy to follow. And it felt right and not full of weird pointless things. She hated weird pointless things. They were pointless! Like food. And hunger. Totally pointless.

She poked and prodded at Aidan, jabbing at him with a paw to see if she could make him fall over, but for no other reason. She moved on to Sebolaren, tilting her head in confusion at him and oh my god oh my gosh! What was that?! Ignoring Sebolaren, the tan seemed to get distracted by something else, sniffing around another one of the male Candidates, and then moving on to the next. She liked the thoughts of these ones! She wasn't afraid to get in the face of a few of them, particularly Qosis. She stared at the boy, not sure what to make of him. Hm! His thoughts were weird! But could she? Could she do it??? Well duh. She was a TAN! She could do anything. Hey, hey, Q'sisMine? What does "breeding female" mean? Your Unath is really really confused! Can you explain? Pleaaaaaase?[/i]

Avalle just simply stared as the Tan Impressed to a boy. Really, that was all she could do. Well, that and bring one of her palms up to her forehead. Great. Just what they needed. A sharding male sub-Queen rider. This was going to definitely help their reptuation. She glanced up at Callistath, who seemed pleased with her children's choices. A lady should Impress to a lady, sure, but the tans weren't exactly ladies. They could go to whomever they liked. Avalle just shook her head, eyeing the rest of the eggs. Nothing else weird had better happen.[/blockquote][/size][/quote]

Nia:

Jun 3, 2011 17:14:51 GMT -5 Nia said:

The darker of the Pink trio was getting bored and frustrated with her sister's antics. They were being so boring! She was quite easily bored and needed constant amusement, and the even tempers of her sisters were starting to get on her nerves. They wouldn't even listen to her brilliant pranking plans! She circled the two Pinks again while the other two just nervously looked at each other. Neither of them wanted to upset their sister, but she was kind of mean! Well, she meant well, she wasn't mean, just a little bossy. And she liked to do mean things to others, but she didn't seem to think it was very mean. Just fun! Lighten up, it was time for fun!

So the Pink ditched her sisters and made her way into the Candidates, although she appeared to have second thoughts and quickly doubled back to get her sisters. Come on! Weren't they hungry? Didn't they want to have fun with her and stuff? The lighter Pinks seemed rather timid, the one streaked with white stepping backwards a bit to avoid her pushy sister, although the one with spots appeared to brush right past the dark Pink, moving to the Candidates on her own. Angry that her sister was now acting like Impressing was her brilliant plan, the darker Pink ran off and stopped bothering the lighter Pink. The spotted Pink glanced back at her sister and then back at the Candidates. She'd been clever enough to realize the darker Pink had been scaring her sister, so she'd taken the initative and marched off towards the Candidates herself. Easy enough! Now the darker Pink was bugging her, but she could take it far more than her sister could.

The two Pinks split directions at the Candidates, the darker one heading towards the boys and the lighter one heading towards the girls. The lighter Pink was suddenly quite curious in the faces of the girl Candidates, as well as their thoughts and actions and feelings especially. She sniffed at Lani, pausing at her for a moment before moving on. She prodded her nose into Tyta, then looking up at the girl. You are interesting, TytaMine. Your Arratoth wants to know more about the world. Can you teach her?

[/i] The calm Pink stared up at hers expectantly, watching her with whirling eyes.

The darker Pink was still searching through the boys as another egg began to crack open. The green egg off to the left of the front row was shaking violently, and finally it exploded open. A dragonet tumbled out, rolling through the Sands and straight into her Black brother. It was a Green, a very green Green with a darker patch around her neck and markings up her wings. She laid on the Black in a dramatic pose as if to say, "tadah!" and announce her super special arrival! She jumped off her brother and spun around in front of him, but he only gave her a glance. She poked him with her nose, bouncing around him. Come on! Why wouldn't the Black play with her? He seemed so sad and she just wanted to help him feel better! She poked him again, wiggling her hindquarters in an almost feline-like fashion, wanting him to come play with her. The Black finally stood, flexing his strong muscles for the Green, although merely platonic this time. He didn't want to play, though. He was too good for silly little play fights in the sand.

As the Green was trying to convince her uptight brother to play with her, the darker Pink had gone through the boys semi-circle twice now. She pushed herself into Aidan to knock him over into Sebolaren, amused with herself. She wasn't even really focused on Impressing yet, she was still playing simple little pranks on the remaining males. But she was getting pretty hungry! It was probably time to start taking this serious, which was something she rarely ever did. Being serious was so lame and boring! She dug through the minds of the boys, trying to find the appropriate prankster for her partner. Finally, she settled on one, butting her head into his chest and Impressing. Z'raMine! Come on! Your Iminoth has so many ideas for tricks we can play on the others! Don't you want to play tricks, Mine? Come on come on let's go![/i]

In the back of the Sands, the remaining Pink still hung back, nervously watching her sister and brother play. Or, well, try to play. She'd play with the Green! And she really wanted to! But she was too shy to approach her sister, instead hanging back and digging her claws into the Sand in embarrassment. She really really wanted to go make friends and play! Why was it so hard? Why wouldn't her feet move where she wanted them to go? Maybe if she just stayed here and stared at the sand her sister would notice her and invite her over. The Black didn't want to really play anyway! So, maybe... maybe....

The Green was rather preoccupied trying to cheer her brother up, although she did enjoy the fact that he'd stopped right in front of the Candidates. She really, really enjoyed attention! It was fun, being the center of everyone and being dramatic and putting on a show for everyone! It wasn't a bad sort of attention she wanted, and in Earth terms she wouldn't be called an "attention whore", but she really did like having all eyes on her. But she wouldn't be arrogant about it! The Green didn't have an arrogant bone her body, she was simply energetic, upbeat, and she enjoyed making others happy. Like the really strong Black in front of her! He appeared happier than he had been, but he was still very, very uptight. He didn't want to have fun or play or relax! All he seemed to want to do was Impress. All business, he was. No time for fun or playing! But she was trying to teach him otherwise.

The Pink was still trying to work up the courage to go play with her siblings, and finally managed to take in a deep breath and start walking stiffly towards them. She squeazed her eyes shut and ran, crashing straight into her Green sister and tangling them together. They quickly managed to untangle themselves, the Green rolling in the sands still, quite enjoying herself. The Pink shrank back, glancing at the Black who simply stared in shock at such a ludicrous act. The Green finally righted herself, still laying on the sands and staring up at the Pink. Oh! Another sibling! She seemed fun. But oh no! Now she had two dragons that she had to try and help make happier. But the Black seemed ok, although he wasn't headed towards the Candidates. He seemed to just want to loiter for a bit, so the Green moved on to the Pink. She led the Pink side-by-side into the girl Candidates, because that's where both of their Mines were.

Looking through the girls, the Pink seemed a bit too timid to approach some of the more stronger-minded girls, looking instead for those with nice, soft minds. She approached one of the girls shyly, looking down at her feet and twisting them around in the sand again as she worked up the courage to actually look the girl in the eye. The Green simply watched with a bemused headtilt, not interfering. She was happy just to watch this! Besides, it was Impression! What if she accidently Impressed to the Pink's girl? That'd be wrong. So she watched as the Pink finally gained the courage to shyly lift her head and make eye-contact with Hers. Um, hello VilandraMine. I'm Sylvith,[/i] she introduced herself polite, her voice quiet, sweet and shy, Can we please, um, go get food now? If it's not too much trouble, I mean....[/i]

As the Green led the Pink off, the Purple egg near the middle of the clutch began to crack rather slowly. It rocked and shook, pausing at various intervals as the dragonet inside appeared to get distracted or something while attempting to break out of his eggshell prison. Finally, the egg managed to focus and broke open, a Blue spilling out into the sands. The Blue was about a medium shade of blue, his hide covered in polka dots of various shapes, sizes and shades of blue. He was big for a blue and rather pudgy. He lay there for a moment, twitching his tail back and forth as he looked all around him. Whoa. Whoa! Look at all the colors. What was all that stuff?! It was so... colorful. And pretty. And whoa. So cool. He pushed himself to his feet, nudging at the various colored eggshells around him. Whoa. This was so cool. Look at all this stuff. He wanted to like, collect it. Or something. Crazy.

Satisfied with the Pink's choice, the Green turned swiftly away from the two of them and moved through the girls herself. She posed dramatically in front of Fel, giggling to herself and walking away from the girl after a moment. This was fun! But kind of mean! She didn't want to be mean. She wanted to be nice and funny and make everyone happy! And play. Because she loved to play! But not the kind of playing that was mean, like her darker Pink sister. No, the kind of playing that was fun and nice and innocent! Because she really was quite an innocent Green. She looked over the girls some more, skipping through the group of Candidates to find Hers. Hmm! Hmm hmm hmmm! She almost seemed to hum as she walked around, and then she suddenly stopped. Her! That girl! She wanted that girl! Come on, NaraevhynMine, be happy! Your Simhath is here and we're going to have soooo much fun! We can play games. I love games! But only nice games! I don't want to be mean to anyone, okay, Mine?[/i]

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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 7, 2011 16:35:00 GMT -5

Starry Skies, end of P7 and all P8 (in order, apologies for any repeats):

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Jun 3, 2011 21:36:17 GMT -5 Cathaline said:

Having Impressed so early, by this time Agnith should be nearly done with her first meal; however, since she looked up and gave an excited squeal and greeting to every single new sibling and weyrling, the whole process was taking longer than Delilah had expected. She itched to go and help those who appeared bleeding or bruised, but nothing could part her from Agnith's side.

There was no sign of Sebolaren, or Inali either, and the next exciting event occurred when Qosis walked over carrying his tan. Hello, Unath! Agnith sang out, her sister's name coming easily to her mind, and though Agnith's attention was rapidly distracted by Mith and the fair of firelizards - and then a veritable parade of pinks, who each got an exceptionally loud shriek of welcome - Delilah's eyes remained on Qosis.

Who would have thought, when she'd stood in the stands with Varan nights ago, that they would have been partially right? Oh, he was no male goldrider, but here was a man Impressing a subqueen. Unheard of, though it fit with women Impressing subkings. Still, though she didn't particularly know Qosis, Delilah had to admit to not seeing what marked him as a tanrider. He was just so...big. And Unath was so...well, silly, frankly.

But unlike the others, Delilah didn't laugh or tease. Perhaps if she'd known Qosis better she would have found the hilarity in the situation, but as it was, it was just another Impression. And he seemed a sensible partner for the not-entirely-bright tan.

Jun 3, 2011 22:54:44 GMT -5 Azhdarchid said:

Oh.

Jun 3, 2011 23:30:14 GMT -5 RavenSong said:

Jun 3, 2011 23:39:39 GMT -5 Gray said:

Jun 4, 2011 1:37:50 GMT -5 princesal said:

Jun 4, 2011 11:35:18 GMT -5 @larkwing said:

Jun 4, 2011 17:19:32 GMT -5 Nia said:

The dark brown egg in the back of the clutch shook and cracked as the Blue and Black still on the Sands did whatever they were doing. The egg broke open to reveal a Black that was sort of patched with lighter gray spots. He was about medium sized for a Black and somewhat thin, although he did have sort of a bulky chubbiness to him. He sat happily in his eggshells, wagging his tail back and forth like a canine, looking around at everything. Wow! There was a lot to see outside of his eggshells! He should have broken out earlier! The Black looked around excitedly, watching his brothers and watching the other Candidates, but not moving yet. He just wanted to watch for a bit.

The easily-distracted Blue finally pushed himself to his feet, stumbling around the eggs and getting distracted by their colors. Whoooaaa that was crazy, who told those eggshells to be so colorful? How did that even happen. Crazy. Insane. He moved slowly, unable to really keep on a straight path for very long, but he finally managed to get to the Candidates. The Black watched him with annoyance, unhappy with the Blue's easily distracted ways. But the Blue ignored him completely, pushing his way into the female Candidates. Whoa. These chicks were crazy. So crazy he liked it. Yeah, they were cool. He could work with this. He prodded some of them with his snout and others he completely tripped over, sprawling into the sands, but seemingly laughing at himself and standing up again. Now... he just... whoa, this chick's thoughts were out there! He liked that. Heyyy. InaliMine. Can you and your Privith like... uh. Go do somethin'? Like food. Yeah. Food sounds chill.

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Jun 4, 2011 17:58:11 GMT -5 Cathaline said:

Delilah managed a small smile for Qosis, once she saw him looking, and then gave Agnith an astonished look when she overheard the pink's next communication. You talk with your, uh, mouth?

[/i] the pink asked in awe, whipping her head around to stare at Unath, having missed whether or not the tan's jaw was moving as she spoke. Let's be friends! And you can teach me![/i]

However, at the moment, her attention span wasn't the greatest, because she had to say hello to the next flood of new weyrlings. Delilah smiled at Inali and Varan, watching his dragonet. That had to be a viridian, right? Not a green? It was far too large to be a green.

But one person in particular was missing, and she craned her neck out to the small group of Candidates still remaining. So Sebolaren hadn't Impressed this time around. A surprising amount of sorrow filled her at that, though it couldn't dampen the delight of having her mind linked with Agnith's, not today of all days. Would he be quite all right, alone in the barracks without anyone who knew his secret?

Oh, no![/i] Agnith burst out suddenly, turning away from all the interesting things that were happening to nudge Delilah's cheek with her snout. Oh, oh, why are you feeling this way? Oh, we have to go and be his friend![/i] Delilah was forced to wrap her arms around the pink's midsection to keep her from charging back onto the sands, nearly catching a wingtip in the eye as she did.

"We are his friends!" she assured Agnith. "And we will see him soon, I am sure! But for now we must stay here. We are weyrlings."

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Her first meal finished, Devath was content to lie across Ni'on's lap as the remaining weyrlings filed in with her clutchmates. The both of them were unusually silent, especially for Ni'on; he had words of congratulation for the friends who Impressed, of course, complete with his usual sunny smile, but for the most part, he and Devath were silently sharing dreams through their new bond. Amazing, wonderful dreams of things they would do someday when she was big enough to fly. He showed her his home at Tillek Hold, all the wonders of Harper Hall, and most importantly, all the exciting things he knew there were around Dalibor.

She did, however, have a croon of kind sympathy for anyone who entered the feeding area with an injury, and she lifted her head after the last Impression. Though she had to scramble around a bit to see, there was one egg left, but her dam was leaving. Devath gave a soft whimper of sorrow for the sibling that would never be, and then gave Ni'on a gentle nudge. Is it time for us to sleep? And perhaps then, in the morning, we can learn something new? That was her current dream: to learn. She wanted to know if all the beautiful things in her head could be real one day.

"Probably," he admitted, stretching and looking for their Weyrlingmaster, whoever that might be. What were they supposed to do now?

It had taken Drummer the entire time from Ni'on's Impression to now to slink cautiously into the area. Valha's flitter fair made him nervous; all these big, awkward dragonets made him nervous. He finally fluttered onto Ni'on's shoulder and promptly vanished down the back of his robe, and Devath turned to nose lightly at the lump. Naturally, Ni'on had filled her mind both with his love of Drummer and his plans for a flitter quartet, and she gave Drummer all the sincere sweetness in her soul. At long last, he poked his head back out and touched noses with her, and Ni'on beamed. Their little family was complete.

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It had taken the entire hatching, but Atenna cheered heartily as first Fel, and then Aidan Impressed as well. A black and a blue! Different colors for all three of them! It was perfect, and despite the moment of sorrow at the dud egg, she had to admit it had been an excellent hatching. No betweenings, no maulings that she thought looked to do more than scar, and so many wonderful surprises.

Turning to Tasa and Tedaon with a yawn, she said, "Well, that was brilliant. Won't be another one like it, that's for sure. What do you say we start our competition first thing tomorrow?" As the excitement and adrenaline drained away, she mostly just wanted to fall into bed now.[/quote]

Jun 4, 2011 18:07:30 GMT -5 @claire said:

Varan had been standing in the middle of the rapidly dwindling group of male candidates, watching the decreasing number of eggs with interest but no real concern. Yes, his chances of Impressing were falling with every new weyrling that left the sands. But he'd already been left standing at one Hatching, and truth be told he didn't have much of a problem with waiting for the next one more time. At least this Hatching hadn't been a particularly bloody one. He applauded for Tana as she limped off the sands, for the redheaded girl who'd been swatted by the Queen, for Corian and Xirofel - whatever their names were now - and for those candidates he didn't know by name.

He managed not to crack up with laughter when Qosis of all people Impressed one of the twin Tans, but it was a close run thing. He couldn't quite manage to keep the grin from his face.

Three dragonets left on the sands, two...and he had just shrugged and mentally accepted waiting 'til the next Hatching when the newly hatched Viridian, finally making its choice, stared him right in the eye. Let's go, Va'anMine. Your Drakeith is sick of looking at these disgusting creatures. The thought rang out in his mind, easy and comfortable as though it had every right to be there, but so clearly and unmistakably not his own. He raised an eyebrow at Drakeith's turn of phrase. Aren't you a charmer.

Drakeith snorted and stretched his wings. Your Drakeith is hungry, he said flatly, choosing to ignore His' statement. He was not here to be charming; he left that to his ridiculous purple clutchsibling. His purpose was to take orders from those above and give them to those below. Being charming was hardly a requirement.

My Drakeith can keep a civil tongue or go hungry, Va'an replied pleasantly. Drakeith observed His through narrowed eyes for a moment before snorting again and lowering his head in acquiescence. Fine. If His was going to be like that about it he supposed he could do as he was told in the name of getting food. Head held high, wings spread for balance, he trotted off toward the feeding area with His in tow.

"Last but not least," Va'an said brightly, grinning around at the rest of the new weyrlings as he ambled up to the feeding area. He retrieved a bucket of meat and began offering scraps to Drakeith, who snapped them up hungrily. When he was finished eating he sat down on his haunches and curled his tail around himself, looking disdainfully around at the rest of the hatchlings. The fighters, anyway; the two Irons received a more respectful bowing of the head. Va'an looked down at him in mild bemusement and wonder what in between had led a dutiful lover of order to Impress to him of all people.

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Unath nodded in response to Agnith's proposal. Or maybe she was just running her chin along Q'sis' arm in a paltry attempt to climb off him and get at the bucket. Either way, she was stuffed, and as soon as her brief impulses to continue gorging faded they were instantly replaced by the desire to sleep. But she lingered awake, licking Q'sis' shoulder and raising her head to regard his face. Her eyes had cleared completely to a calm turquoise, and as Q'sis looked back into them the color deepened to a proper blue.

Q'sis ran his hands from the bridge of Unath's nose back over her nascent eyeridges and the undeveloped bumps of her headknobs. The Tan's shining eye-facets began to retreat under her inner lids, but popped back into rich relief as yet another voice touched her. This time she twisted her whole head around to look, her nose an arrow that would have directed Q'sis' attention even if they had not been joined at the soul.

No, Unath answered firmly, and no physical apology showed up in her posture either as she and her mate regarded the Green. She brought her head back around and looked at Q'sis, jaws parting and tongue rolling out from the front as if she were a dog seeking a treat. Q'sis said nothing, and did not pet her further. The Tan laid her head down on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He says... she started to explain to Ercuth, but dozed off before she finished.

She awoke with a gurgling chirp a few minutes later, as the last of the clutch was finishing their feed and Q'sis was lifting her off him and onto her feet. He stood next to her. Unath made the mistake of trying to look all the way up at his face again and wobbled to her right, her wingclaw descending to the sand to balance her. Q'sis' robes were ruined, streaked with red hints of the dinner his dragon had taken. He patted some sand out of the lower folds and Unath closed her eyes as a trickle of grains fell across her nose. She shook her head, then felt the great press of sleep in her brain again.

The hatchling began to sink to the ground, only Q'sis said not to and so she jerked herself upright. Every few seconds she began to slip out of consciousness, and he roused her. She did not really recall a previous stirring by the time Q'sis inflicted a current one, so she did not mind much. It never even occurred to her to ask what Q'sis was waiting for. She was happy to wait with him.

Jun 4, 2011 20:33:38 GMT -5 Gray said:

Lyr looked to the stands, giving a small smile to Kidanyr and F'in. She would have to thank the man for watching her daughter. She knew Kida was a bit of a handful. She turned back to the Black and Blue on the sands, watching them for a moment before spotting the shaking egg. Ah, another Black. This one didn't act like a dragon though. He was... Well kind of derpy. To put it lightly. She chuckled a bit as he wagged his tail. This dragon would one day fight thread? He didn't seem like the type, to tell the truth.

The spacy Blue was moving towards the girls though, making Lyr feel a bit jittery. Would she Impress this Polka-dotted fellow? She watched him as he came up and poked her a bit, but he moved on. It was only now there a tiny voice at the back of her mind started speaking up. Lyr did her best to silence it though, instead focusing on the Blacks on the sands.

The Blueish Black started moving towards the girls too. Lyr watched him as he moved. He certainly was powerful. He regarded them like many had before. Searching them for something. Lyr wished she knew what the dragonets looked for. She wished she knew more. But she didn't. He passed her by too, but not by much. The moment she noticed what was going on, a few tears formed at the corners of her eyes.
“Congratulations Fel!” She whispered. She wanted to hug the younger girl. To tell her how excited she was, but she wouldn't just yet. Not on the sands.

That left only the puppy-Black. Were the others duds? Just as that thought left her, the large green egg at the back started to crack just a bit. What would it be? Lyr watched with rapt attention as the cracks got larger, and finally as the dragonet forced it's way onto the sands. Ah, a Viridian. Her hopes fell once again. The Impressed to boys. Then again... Sub-Queens like the Tans were supposed to Impress to girls. He didn't look very kind though.

The puppy-Black moved to the Candidates, the girls yet again, and Impressed quickly as if to get away from his larger Brother. Lyr was not quite as saddened by this. She was getting better, coming to terms with the fact that she may not Impress. The lack of Dragonets on the sands angered the Viridian though. He went and shoved the last two small eggs until their inhabitants spilled onto the sands. A soft-looking Blue, and a sinuous Green. Both were rather disoriented, and the Viridian looked pleased. The Blue was quick to offer up his eggshells, which perplexed Lyr some. What exactly was he doing?

Everything after that happened rather fast. The last three dragonets favored the boys, all Impressing quite quickly to males Lyr didn't know very well. All that was left was one brownish egg at the back. She hadn't seen it move though. No one had. Callistath's keening send a chill down Lyr's spine. A dud. She couldn't really be sad though, the Hatching had been amazing! And two friends had Impressed, how could she feel sad? A bit jealous, yes. But sad? No, she couldn't say she was really sad.

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Kidanyr clapped with every Impression, giggling and bouncing a bit.
“Pretty Dagons Pretty!” Even Sequin and Satin trilled for some. Both of the firelizards perched near Kida, Satin keeping a watchful eye on the small girl. She didn't quite understand what was fully going on. But she understood that Momma could get a Dragon! It ended all too soon for the toddler. As the last Blue impressed, she crossed her arms and grumped a bit. Looking at F'in she pointed to the sands.
“More. Wanna see more!”

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Anger whirled in Ercuth's eyes as the Tan responded. How dare she! Spreading her wings she prepared to launch herself at the larger dragon, but was stopped by Tasia's hand atop her head. She turned quickly and snarled, almost taking a bite of the girl's hand but stopped quickly. Her wings drooped a bit in slight apology, but she kept giving the Tan and her bonded fierce, furtive glances.

Calm. The command was simple but spoke in a voice that plainly told Ercuth that Tasia would not take her attitude at the moment. As if turning off a switch, the Green collapsed at her feet, only keeping her head on Tasia's lap like some overgrown dog.

Carefully, Tasia stroked the top of Ercuth's head, watching the others who entered with their dragonets.
She said no, mine. She said no.

[/i] The sleepy, whining tone brought a smile to Tasia's face. It was obvious the Green was still trying to figure out what to make of it. Yes, the Tan was larger than her. But that gave her no right to say no! The feeling of fingers atop her head, softly petting, calmed her though. The weight of food in her stomach made her too sluggish to be truly angry. The Tan had escaped punishment. For now.

As the last of the candidates trickled in, Tasia nodded a bit. So these would be the people she had to spend time with? Hm. Not too bad she guessed. If she could, she would escape these lessons with out having too many people bother her. Lessons. She wondered what she would learn. Besides the basics that is, she knew that Weyrlings learned to fly and to Between. But what else? Surely there was more to being a dragonrider than those simple things.[/center][/quote]

Jun 4, 2011 20:54:48 GMT -5 @veritas said:

It was as well that J'rit had a fairly early start on shoving food down Astraeth's gullet, and also as well that she wasn't one of the larger colors; as the Hatching went on, she made distressed noises around her meal, telling him some variation of, They're not being friendly, Mine! We should make them stop!

And if it hadn't been for the looming figure of Callistath, J'rit might have set aside his general tendency to be quiet and done just that. But with the memory of what had happened to Calmera still fresh in his mind... no. To add to the chaos, to risk the queen's ire... it just wasn't worth it.

So he soothed Astraeth, and promised her that everything would work out, and fed her another bite.

He smiled when familiar faces brought their new lifemates over. Tana. Valha. Niton-who-was. None of them greatly the worse for the wear, it seemed - nothing that wouldn't mend. And he certainly couldn't complain about his own fortune...

He looked over at one of the new ironriders - the one who'd had that... memorable outburst when he was chosen. Not someone he knew, really; of course he'd seen the other Candidate around, but beyond that... Still, he sympathized. Even if J'rit's own sexuality-related problems hadn't been of the same sort... hmm. Maybe the iron wouldn't be too proud to Chase some of the fighters? And maybe he'd be able to win, at that... it didn't seem likely, but...

Better that than the one man who had Impressed a larger female, in J'rit's mind. Ugh. Well, maybe Impression would shake some of those sharding prejudices out of the older now-weyrling's head.

By the time the last of the hatchlings were choosing their lifemates, Astraeth was stuffed and very nearly asleep, her chin resting on J'rit's thigh. So it was that he couldn't readily stand when the second-to-last of the new weyrlings came over; but he did flash the new viridian-rider a broad grin and offer an inviting wave. He was done with his bucket; it'd suit him just fine indeed if a friend could get some use out of what remained.

Jun 4, 2011 20:56:02 GMT -5 @matsi said:

The hatching had lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but F’in had enjoyed himself. But now, like all good things, it was over. He sighed heavily and looked at Lyr with saddened eyes. So, today wasn’t her day. Maybe the next one would be. Just maybe. His dark eyes looked down at Kida and he smiled once more, her bouncing was still so enthusiastic. Gently, he picked her up from his lap and placed her feet on the ground.
”Nu more, Kid-uh. Less go see Foranith. Geev yer mama a moment, ‘kay?” He smiled at the child as he stood up and stretched his stiff muscles.
Maybe you both could sit on my back, and we could take her on a low, short flight? Foranith crooned into F’in’s mind as she landed just away from the Hatching sands to wait for Hers. F’in smiled slightly, still watching Kida.
I dunno. Meh beh too din-ger-ous he said slowly to the dark mossy green. He would love to see Kida’s face if such a thing were to happen. The child would just about pee herself, he just knew it!

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The hatching was finally done, and this time, B’an was walking away with a partner in crime. Wujith was now stuffed to the gills and lay on the warm sands at B’an’s feet. His eyes and face still showed no reflection of what was creeping in the backs of his mind.
Ready to go, Wujith? B’an asked as he pet the young dragon. Wujith looked up and let his nose flair slightly.
Go where? Into a new land where the dragons ride Mines? amusement radiated from the dragonet’s mind, and B’an snickered more as he stood tall.
Maybe. I just impressed you, so who knows what else is possible, B’an replied happily. With that, Wujith stood and the two waited for their chance to leave, side by side.

Jun 4, 2011 21:08:14 GMT -5 @larkwing said:

Inali couldn't help but giggle as the strange blue went around tripping over himself. He seemed...interesting for sure. The candidate was in a state of utter bliss currently, and her past anxiety had gone away. Inali never thought that the blue would come to her though. Heyyy. InaliMine. Can you and your Privith like... uh. Go do somethin'? Like food. Yeah. Food sounds chill.

[/i] Standing there, Inali stood with her mouth open. Woooooaaah! InaliMine, you may like, want to close that. Nudging His, Privith stumbled on his feet.

"Umm, sure. Food, right Privith." The blue snorted as His finally started to think. Yeah Mine, that would be like, totally awesome. Nudging his rider over to the tables with the buckets, Privith crooned as Inali picked one up. That's like, sooooo good InaliMine! Keep going, now like, give it to me. That would be sooooo awesome. Oh, InaliMine! Look at all those pretty redddds. Crooing, Privith cocked his head before diving into the meat bucket.

Inali had to shake herself before she realized what had actually happened. She had impressed, to a goofy little blue. That wasn't proper in the slightest......and really needed to slow down, oh Faranth! "Hey, you! Ease up." Inali snapped at the blue who flicked his tail and abruptly slowed his eating. Now that's totally more like it InaliMine! Raising his head, Inali looked at the dotted patterns of colors on his hide. Okay, well....umm...what do we do now Privith?

Go meet some chicks duh! Rolling his eyes, the hatchling nudged His over to a green and Hers. Hey beautiful! Did it hurt when you fell, 'cuz you must be an angel. Attempting smooth talk, Privith nuzzled the bright green hide of...Oiloath. Looking at Larka, Inali couldn't help but burst out in giggles. "Hi. Congradulations to both of us I guess." Looking at the others around them, Inali smiled to them as well. Oh hell with manners! If her dragon could care less, it was pointless to try anymore. Yeeeeeaaaah! That's what I'm talking about Mine! Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude, you're finally gettttting eeeeeeet! Well, that was easier said than done....[/quote][/spoiler]

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Two Irons in one Hatching... that Gold must be proud. The Green and Pink she didn't really care about or pay attention to, but the Iron she watched carefully. Only when the Green attacked him without fear nor respect did Frankie chuckle, but everyone was so immensed in what was happening that few, if any, took notice. Not much pride in a King when there was a fighter ready to maul his face, huh? He ran off and Impressed to a boy she didn't know, but then again she really didn't know any of the dragon candidates properly. The other Iron was still not showing any interest in the candidates, overlooking the clutch as if he himself was in charge of it.
It was then that a mighty roar threw her out of her thoughts and she noticed Callistath towering over a candidate. The sight was intimidating and awe-inspiring at the same time, but Frankie resisted the urge to hide further in the bulk of girl candidates, forcing herself to watch. It didn't last long, the jr. weyrwoman pulled her back quickly but the candidate yet had to stand up again. Whispering rose around her - all of them had heard the warning not to show up late, but to be attacked by the Queen like this they had definitely not expected. Dragon business was more cruel than Frankie had imagined and it made her finger itch to try her hands on controlling a mighty Queen like that. Having the candidates dance around like puppets to her tune would have been to her liking alright.
A Green and a Black had hatched while she had not been paying attention and only after the early hatched Cyan started fighting did Frankie force herself to look away from Callistath and the candidate and watch the hatching again. How curious that they behaved like a pack yet fought with each other the moment they cracked their shells. At least some of them.

The Cyan came for the girls, followed by the Green. Frankie expected her to have spotted 'Hers' until she started lashing out, injuring one girl and the throwing herself at another. When she felt her eyes focusing on her she tensed, ready to throw herself out of the way should she be attacked. The thought she could Impress this one didn't even occur to her, why should she? She had dismissed that possibility early on.

So you don't want a Cyan, huh Frankiemine?
Frankie froze in her spot, staring at the Cyan in wide-eyed disbelief. No. "No!" She didn't notice she called that out loud. "Go away!"
Not good enough for you, are we? Not special enough? Well listen up, Mine, because I'm going to set you straight. I have so many plans you'd be floored just trying to see! Not that you'd be smart enough to understand any of them, because you're not. Cyans are the best color, and I'm the best of the best. Got it? Do you get it? We're going to be the best and you're going to get over yourself.
SHARDS!
"This... is...!" Frankie looked around helplessly, as if there was a chance one of the other girls could step forward and Impress in her stead. She knew it wasn't possible. She had relied on the fact that the bond between a rider and their dragon could not be broken once it was made. And now she was stuck with a sharding useless...! Tears flooded her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. That just wasn't fair!
Now, you're going to go get your Scikath some food, and then we can manipulate all these idiots to do what we want them to. Ok?
She looked up again at the dragonets swirling eyes, feeling her hunger, her eagerness and her disdain of Frankies arrogance. It wasn't the infinite joy of wonder she had heard described or seen written in the faces of the other candidates that had Impressed, but her reluctance slowly turned into wary acceptance. "Yeah...", she mumbled, "Sorry."
With that she turned around, leading Scikath off the sands to get her some food.
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Oh wow! When that egg hatched a second Iron, even though Wes pretty much knew he wouldn't impress that color, he still was in awe. Two Irons!? Two?! And that wasn't even the biggest egg of the clutch! What was in that one? He was sure it wasn't a queen, but perhaps a sub-queen? A really big sub-queen? He already felt as if this clutch was the best one he had ever seen, the best hatching, and even though he hadn't impressed yet, he was still beaming. Part of him almost hoped that if he did impress, it wouldn't be until later, if only because he wanted to stay this close to the entire hatching. He wanted to have the dragons walk around him, instead of being ushered off the sands. That said though, he really REALLY wanted to impress, he would never not want to.

Oh wow! That pink was beautiful too! Everything was happening already so fast, and Wes couldn't figure out where to look exactly, everywhere he looked something was happening, and he was trying not to look spastic or twitchy, but he wanted to see and wa-ack! There had been a little bit of rough housing before, but that seemed to be all, until now. Seeing the pink getting bit, his worry of it suddenly turning into chaos seemed to suddenly become a reality. Sure, the Pink looked fine, and still wandered, or really ran off to impress, but was that an omen of more? Watching where the pink went, he clapped when he saw that it was Delilah who impressed. She had told him that she was a healer, and even if she didn't know what to do, the weyr healer would know exactly how to take care of the situation. He was actually really happy for her, seeing as somehow he really so far had only had good conversation with her, and gotten along. She deserved a dragon, and they would be a great match.

Still caught in his musings, he turned back to see... what was going on!? What was going on!? Callistath seemed to have caught notice of something... someone... coming in late. Eyes going wide, he watched as the huge gold struck out, angry and terrifying. Wes had to bite his lip from making any noise, and he was suddenly so very very VERY glad that he hadn't wandered onto the sands before now, so glad that he hadn't been late. If he had been on the end of that anger, he most likely would have ruined his robes, and if the girl didn't, he was impressed. Eyes snapping away from the strong commanding gold queen, he was afraid that she'd focus in on him staring in fear, and decide to make a bigger statement.

That's when everything seemed to happen at once, dragons hatching, and then another attack a big Cyan beauty... or should he say bully... who turned hostile and bit into her brothers wings, it happened so close to the group of boy candidates, that he was surprised that no one had been splattered with ichor. Wes inadvertently took a step back, and was afraid that the Cyan would suddenly turn to the candidates and decide that it would be time to start deciding who was worthy to impress, and who was worthy to maul. Swallowing thickly, he sighed in relief when the black impressed, but more importantly, when the cyan turned away and made off to the girls.

Wes' eyes lingered on the green following though, she was a beauty, and since his gaze was focused there he saw the Cyan had started to lash out at the girls. The boys were spared, but... whoa... that Cyan was... a handful, and he really was hoping she'd impress soon rather than spend the entire time just attacking her brothers and sisters, and the candidates. The green kept track, and he wished that she would come back over here, she seemed calm and controlled, and kept the Cyan from more than seriously hurting one of the girls. When the impression of the Cyan happened, Wes felt a mixture of relief and sympathy for the girl.

Then something miraculous happened, and the green was heading back! She was heading back to the boys. Maybe she would talk to him? Maybe it was possible? She seemed to take a long time going over each boy, examining, figuring out their traits, trying to find the one that matched up perfectly to her. Wes was biting his lip so hard he could feel the skin starting to split. Maybe, maybe, maybe! And then he saw that no, it wasn't him. He felt a pang of disappointment, of sadness, but he still managed to clap, it was only polite of him.

Looking away, his eyes went back to the eggs, back to the dragons still searching, still waiting. That was close, and maybe he'd change his mind. He'd rather impress early than stay on the sands and go through the emotional highs and lows, especially like just now. This really was only the beginning though, and blood and ichor had already been shed. Did that mean more was to come? Or that it was already gotten out of the way? The hair on the back of his neck was standing up, hopefully to be alert and ready.
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Bryan was in a dazed state as he watched the hatching. One by one, eggs broke open, and the dragonets started to interact with each other and find theirs. Cyans, blues, black Irons and greens. Quite a mix, he had to admit. Though, he wasn’t surprised. It was a gold’s clutch. They always seemed to have quite a mix of personalities and colors. Not that he was an expert. Shards no. He definitely was not any type of dragon expert. Then again, was there such a thing as an expert? No. As he watched these new hatchlings, he was certain there wasn’t. How could there be when each dragon was so different from the next? Even at only moments old, the dragonets on the sands showed different personalities and reactions.

As Bryan’s hazel eyes watched dragons find theirs, he couldn’t help but wince inside as a blue chose a female. Poor girl. Well, good for her for finding her lifetime partner, but, what if he chased a green with a female rider? The thought made Bryan shiver. That would just be bad! Then again, maybe the blue wouldn’t do that to His? But could one really control themselves when flooded with lust? It was a scarcely covered topic to the candidates, so Bryan couldn’t answer his own questions.

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P’rth met up with Amara in the stands. His face was as smooth as ever as he put his arm around the black rider.
”Sorry, Vee, Aith didn’t come today,” P’rth said softly to the black. Almost immediately, though, there was a whoosh of air as the pink landed next to the black.
Now, would I miss this, Mine? She crooned softly as her eyes whirled brightly. Her head immediately turned to the shaking eggs to watch them. P’rth could feel longing coming from the Pink’s chest, but it was followed by understanding. The pink wanted to watch her own children hatch and impress, which made Aith jealous of the golden queen, but she understood that she couldn’t, and she was somewhat alright with that in the end.

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F’in had been waiting for Lyr by the hatching sands as soon as Foranith announced to him that the eggs were hatching. He was almost overwhelmed as Lyr appeared, threw Kida at him, then ran off. He immediately grabbed the child’s hand and led her into the stands to watch. He tried to sit as close as they could so that Kida could watch her mother.
”Luk at all de Behbehs, Kid-uh,” He said with a small smile as he pointed at the hatching dragonets. He lifted the child and put her on his lap to watch, while he wrapped an arm around her protectively.
”Mey-bee, un vill be yer mama’s,” He added with a larger smile to the child. He certainly did hope that Lyr impressed. He would be so proud of her. He was certain that Kida would be excited for her mother too, which would just be heartwarming.
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Re: Starry Skies [Callistath's Hatching!]
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Jerrith didn't have much time to think about Varan's greeting, beyond flashing a brilliant smile in response to it – a smile that would, at least, show that gone was the wherrybrained, second-guessing doubt that had plagued him before the Hatching. Eggs were cracking, dragonets were scrambling across the Sands... and after the first neat Impression, things were getting decidedly more tensed. A green, and then a... blue? Cyan? A cyan, probably, were both stirring up trouble with their clutchmates. Jerrith bit his lip, fearing a reprise of the bloody wher hatching, but he stood his ground. He would do what was necessary; he would not be deterred.

If he ever hoped to be brave enough to face Thread, he would need to be brave enough for this.

More Impressions – his attention was diverted for a moment at a belated arrival, and he winced again as Callistath knocked the girl to the Sands. He didn't know her personally, but he'd seen her often enough at chores to think her a good sort, not deserving of that... at least the gold's assault didn't get too vicious.

He forced his attention back to the dragonets, wincing again at the cyan's malice in tearing into her black clutchmate, as fierce, in Jerrith's mind, as any red. There was no reason for that attack – and attack was all it could be. He hadn't been in her way, she'd hunted him down... but time and again, her smaller clutchmate, another green, intervened, putting a stop to the assault.

Now there was a beauty. Not only was her brilliant hide quite nice, the way she stood up for her smaller clutchmates – that was nothing short of commendable. And she was doing it just out of the egg! What might she be like when she grew up, and what would she make of her rider?

His breath caught as that very same green looked over the boys. Who would it be? Who would leave the Sands with that proud, noble green, that one dragonet who was picking out her lifemate with such care? Surely nobody would be such a dimglow as to think her unworthy of...

And then...

She was talking to him. To him. With every fiber of his being, he could feel her satisfaction, her affection, her desire to make everything right... there was more love pouring into him than he'd ever have thought possible.

All the tales that had been told of this moment, all the songs sung... none of it could compare.

He staggered, dropping to one knee. “Me?” he whispered, reaching forward, trembling fingers stretching out to caress the smooth hide – still slick from the egg, but so, so impossibly fine beneath that.

But there was no real question about it. He couldn't doubt that confidence. To do so would be to belittle her, and she was... perfect.

There'd be food coming soon, off to the side; he concentrated on that thought as hard as he could, hoping to get that thought through – and Astraeth cocked her head at him. There's no need to shout, J'ritMine. I hear you. Will the food be here very soon, then? Then she glanced back over her shoulder at the eggs and hatchlings. The troublesome cyan had Impressed, true, but there were so many others who could cause problems. Like that other green. But what if my siblings cause more trouble, Mine? We should stay here, so we can put a stop to it!

With a bit less focus, he thought, They'll need to sort through their lives themselves, beloved. Rising to his feet, he thought back to what Talyen had told him, not so long ago. I wish we could set them all on the right course. And we'll do what we can, when we can. But for now, we should get away. With so many people and so many dragons all so close together, so much more can go wrong just by accident. See, your brother still found His, even though he was hurt. They're tough; they'll manage for now.

I suppose. She waddled along beside him as he led her off the Sands, to where the other new weyrlings were waiting.

J'rit. That would take some getting used to. And he was a dragonrider now, the rider of... he tried to sound out Astraeth's name in his head, arranging it into sounds he could say out loud.

Astraeth, she repeated helpfully.

J'rit almost laughed. That's still just in my head, love. But we'll work it out.

As he led his new lifemate away from the crowd, J'rit reflected that the headaches that had so plagued him around crowds, that had been lurking around the corners of his mind even today, were... gone. Maybe she wasn't letting him feel pain? Maybe there was just no room for that when her affection so filled his mind?

Whatever. He'd try singing to her later, when they had a moment's peace. And whatever could happen, would happen. For now, he had Astraeth, she had him, and there was nothing else on Pern that mattered.
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Qosis knew the advantages of size, but prior to arriving at the Weyr he rarely had to count on anything alive being bigger than him. So he was not quite expecting Callistath's capacity for leaning over the entire clutch and the Candidates to get at a straggler. Her roar deafened, but he did not flinch to his knees like the last time he had heard it, months ago. It was a staccato bark of outrage, not the prolonged, worming screech of the process that brought about this fine clutch of eggs. He followed the swipe of her relatively slender but amply powerful arm, knowing as soon as he saw the position of the target why she had struck. Calmera deserved it.

And the motion was just enough to smack the girl down. Not kill her. The Weyrwoman was already upon the scene to explain, and the Gold gracefully retreated rather than savaging the stupid wherry. For the first time since stepping onto the Sands, Qosis grinned. Callistath was not the sort of mopey mother that failed to see past her nose. In her retreating shadow another short Hatchling drama played out, but even some of the dragonets had enough sense to guard their own. He still would have preferred they take their minds off each other and their aches to Candidate flesh, but the damage was as they had learned in lessons: minor. Fixable.

Undressing his grin to a smile, Qosis glanced to the immense central egg for signs of movement, pondered the waiting Iron and his remaining consort, then returned his attention to the most volatile remaining Hatchling: the Green. Only he could not remain focused on her this time. He looked back at the Iron, and he could not fathom why, but its posture made him a little too self-aware. He could detect the pace of his own breathing and identify the rigidity of his waiting muscle. The trader rocked his weight from one leg to the other, then pointedly returned his gaze to the rest of the eggs.
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Sebolaren shifted his weight slightly, but not due to discomfort or fatigue—he was simply redistributing his weight evenly in a different position, finding himself tugging at the long sleeves that had been modified onto his robes. Possibly one that would allow him to better scan not only the other Candidates and the eggs, but those in the stands; but the face of his father was one he could not find—if he was there at all. Perhaps the Master Herder had decided that watching his son consigned to Weyrlife and Dragons was too large a burden for his heart to take; perhaps he sat in the shadows watching with trepidation but there none-the-less, or perhaps he was simply busy elsewhere—treating this day like no other. The Dragonmen had never meant anything to him but money and beastflesh gone; and now his own son Stood before the rocking eggs. His thoughts had wandered—perhaps dangerously too far from the task at hand—so when the golden mother rose from her previously silent vigil he felt his muscles tense. Ready.

‘Mothers of any kind were dangerous…’ echoed back the thought that had crossed his mind upon viewing Dalibor’s Gold Queen for the first time—after she had clutched. Both then, and now, she was Mother only—nothing but her children would matter; not lust, nor hunger, or thirst, not even fear—unless it was a fear for her children. Yet even then she had not moved; wearied from laying and having discerned no real threat from those who watched her with reverence from the stands: However now she flashed like heat lighting. She began as only a streak of purest gold in the periphery of his vision, but as he turned to face her she seemed to fill the space so completely, and her roar reverberated through him so deeply, that he was riveted in place. Her anger, however, was not for his negligence or distraction, but for another Candidate—one Sebolaren had never seen, and had at least not seen enter previously. Late, then? The Gold mother was making good her threat to those who chose tardiness—or perhaps her threat had been to ensure the Candidates own safety: He assumed Callistath would be far too focused on her hatchlings to perceive the individual intentions of anyone who entered late.

The Queen was relenting, perhaps in part to her Rider who was now addressing the Candidate—a girl Sebol assumed due to the positioning upon entrance—Leave or Stand. He was surprised to find he felt neither pity nor remorse for the girl: The judgment was fair. More than fair it was lenient. The Gold could have done far worse to an apparent threat, and the Rider could have known her dragon slightly less—beyond that, both could have barred the Candidate from remaining on the sands. He could imagine the turmoil of being turned away from the table’s right before walking them, and so he could empathize with what she had avoided—Weyr justice, like the justice of the Holdless: From the outside it could seem brutal, or harsh, but these Dragonmen had the responsibility of lives on their hands. Lesson learned.

The situation resolved itself, the Weyr took care of its own, and Sebolaren was able to turn his attention back to the roaming dragonets and the rocking eggs—his family temporarily forgotten due to his revelation. All at once the Cyan’s seemed intent on missions—though in opposite directions—and another egg hatched; quietly, almost shyly, exposing an eggwet Black. For a moment it seemed as if the dark dragonet would escape notice, but the darker Cyan was upon him in a matter of moments. Sebolaren found himself torn between amusement and consternation, the interactions of the newly hatched dragons was something he had never experienced—yet they all seemed to antagonize one another endlessly. Most siblings did, did they not? He couldn’t be wholly certain, so he took queues from the Candidates around him: Qosis was mostly useless for this, as he was alternating shades of frustration, pride, and disinterest, and all at atypical times. Xiro, who stood on the opposite side of him, seemed a safer bet. Between the pair Sebolaren had gotten to know Xiro better, and Xiro had no problem expressing his displeasure of the hatching violence. Logical, no one wanted to see animals hurt, much less beings far more intelligent than your average herdbeast.

He watched as the Cyan decided to give chase to the Black, his lips pursing together slightly as an egg found itself forcefully hatched: Were dragonets like butterflies? Would this hatchling be forever weaker because her siblings had cheated her of the struggle for life? She certainly didn’t seem weaker. He wasn’t familiar with sizes or proportions, but he knew health when he saw it—and conformation. This Green appeared as fit as any of her brothers or sisters. Fit with a demeanor that seemed almost delicate to him—until she took off after the Cyan and Black, toppling them both effortlessly. Would there be no end to this madness? Did he want it to end? He could do without ichor being spilled, and he could go a lifetime without watching a hatchling between—unlikely as he knew that was—but a lot of his pleasure came from watching their individual personalities play out on the warm sands.

The Black was snaking towards them, attempting to appear as small as possible—perhaps to avoid detection—and Sebolaren had though the dragonet free and clear until the Cyan streaked after. The pair toppled near him, and he watched as the larger shredded the delicate black membrane between fragile wingspars. He found it hard not to intercede, even though they had been told not to, and in the end it was a look at the large Queen mother that convinced him to stay still. If she did not step in—perhaps all was well, and if he did, perhaps she would misconstrue. His chest loosened again when the Black fled behind him and, as he could only assume from the sounds, Impressed to his Rider. Sebol wouldn’t risk glancing behind him with the Cyan so close, and the Green which had again toppled her sibling. He would prefer to not be trampled by the tussling dragonets.

He allowed himself to relax fully, and shift again on his sandals, when the pair—having straightened out their differences apparently—moved off toward the women. It was a short lived respite as he watched in dismay as the Cyan had her way with some of the Candidates, none that he recognized—but that made them no less important or worthy of concern. Especially the one the Cyan had pinned but then—yes, Impression! And it seemed she was giving her chosen companion quite an accounting—perhaps of her heroic deeds against the dastardly Black—because she was wearing a furrow into the warm sand in front of the girl she had chosen—another Candidate Sebolaren did not recognize. At least the Cyan had managed to find someone who fit her, he only hoped her Rider would be able to harness her energy for the good of the Weyr—else all the dragon’s wings may be endangered.

He caught sight of the Green pacing back to their side of the Hatching Grounds, and followed her quick gaze to the Iron and his Cyan companion who he seemed less than thrilled with. That was very typical of siblings, Sebolaren thought, and it wasn’t ending in an ichor-stained bout either. His eyes flashed back to the Green as she continued; watching her closely as she stopped at each male in turn and judged him as she saw fit. He gazed down at her when it was his turn, this being his first opportunity to see one of the hatchlings up close—her skin was drying now, painfully so in some areas, but her eyes and the whorls within held him frozen. Did the dragons really look into the souls of the Candidates? It certainly felt so—and when she left him it was as if he had been released from a trance, one that had probably lasted mere seconds. That wasn’t even Impression—he was beginning to understand the dazed expressions of those who had Impressed, and the light he had seen in J’en’s eyes his first day at Dalibor. A rush indeed. He heard when the Green found her’s, and this time he could admit that his heart sang for them.
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Three more impressions. Things where going fast as she had hoped, and thus far none of the dragons had come in her direction which was nice as she didn't have to worry about feeding a dragon nor getting mauled by one. All she had to do was stand there, not upset the queen like that foolish girl had done and sit out the hatching, whatever happened in between was just entertainment! Entertainment that was better then any chore or lesson the candidatemaster could give her. She wondered if anyone else felt that way, but from what she could see with her eyes told her that wasn't the case. Everyone else looked excited and hopeful.

She tried to feel that way too, after all she'd been waiting weeks for this. Try as she might all she could muster up was a smile and the fluttering sensation of nerves that told her no dragon would want someone with her temper. Well that was what she was told by her old friends in the hold, and they had been right thus far hadn't they? Of course there where still plenty of eggs left to go so maybe they would yet be proven wrong

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"I'm sure it will!" Tasa chirped enthusiastically, watching as each egg broke open and released its occupant into the world. There were so many eggs, and most were still unhatched, and just watching made her remember her own Impression. It had been such a beautiful moment, then, watching those rainbow eyes swirl with a love that would never, ever die.

Clapping for each Impression, the greenrider grinned, joy fading only when the green attacked her sister. Both survived, fortunately, and the pink went on to Impress just as a couple of her siblings already had. "Sure," Tasakhori responded belatedly when the healer excused himself, and she smiled again upon his arrival, waving cheerily at him. "Well, looks like they are! You're a healer, right?" So far, she'd managed to avoid having to visit the infirmary, which was pretty good considering how active she was. Unfortunately, it meant that she wasn't familiar with most of the healer staff.

More dragonets hatched, and Tasa flinched when the cyan went racing after her black brother, tearing at his wings before he managed to escape. She winced in sympathy, glancing up to Pandemoniuth on her ledge as if expecting her to be injured. The green was fine, humming along with the other dragons, and her rider breathed a reflexive sigh of relief. Good. No one had died or even been seriously hurt. So far, everything was okay.
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Despite having most of his attention focused on the eggs and hatching dragonets, Xirofel was aware of most of what was going on around him. He'd noticed the greetings he was given (and the rather dirty look from Fel, which he flatly refused to return), and the arrivals of most of the other candidates. What held his attention most, however, was the sheer quickness with which the babies hatched, Impressed, and interacted.

It was fascinating. Feeling for the first time as if things were really moving in the Weyr, the trader switched his attention from one dragon to the next, caring nothing for what colours hatched as long as they were beautiful. Though the irons were (or would be, anyway) magnificent beasts in their own right, he loved the smaller hatchlings better. They were brighter, much more vibrant and alive-seeming even in the light of the glowbaskets. Unlike many of the other candidates here, Xiro wasn't precisely hoping for a dragon -- he was here for the activity, the rush, the adventure. The colours, too -- the dragons were such rich shades, colours that no living creature really had a right to be. He loved them all the same.

Violence, unfortunately, was bound to occur with such a large clutch, and a small frown appeared on the trader's features, first when the green attacked the pink and then when the cyan assaulted her black brother. He didn't like to see either people or animals get hurt, and dragons seemed like a little bit of both. Still, no hatchlings had betweened, which seemed like a good sign. Less promising was the queen's attack on a candidate; Xiro didn't know her name but he winced in sympathy all the same. That had to hurt -- but she wasn't dead, and perhaps wasn't seriously injured either. The idea of going to help her up crossed his mind, but then he discarded the notion: for one thing she was some distance away, and for another he wasn't sure how Callistath might react. Plus, there were more eggs rocking, more dragons hatching, and his attention was riveted on the colourful shells, expression warm as he wondered what babies would appear next.
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Never in her life had Valha left a bath so quickly as she did when Callistath's voice summoned all the Candidates for the imminent Hatching. Her fair followed in her wake, warbling in excitement, as she dashed back to her room sopping wet and still a little sudsy.

She dried as she ran, and bounced off her door frame and into her room, snatching the neatly pressed white robe and slipping it over her head with little ceremony. She hopped on one foot and then the other, tying on her sandals as she went, ducking past other quickly preparing Candidates. She had things that she needed to do!

She was blocked momentarily by the appearance of a younger redhead with a red wher, the the red wher from the latest Hatching hot on her heels, barreling out of the boy's side of the barracks with a folded bundle of white robe in her arms and a pair of sandals hanging out of the red's mouth. Though funny, Valha didn't have time, leaving the barracks and heading towards the lower caverns at a dead sprint, her flitts still swirling in the air around her.

Ahead, she saw the man and dragon she was looking for, “Sir! Sir! Are you F'reki of Girieth?”

The man, on his dragon and looking to be on his way to the Sands, looked down at her with a start, and his blue arched his neck in interest as well, “Candidate, you should be at the Sands! But yes, that is me. Can I help you?” F'reki leaned down, hanging on to his fighting straps.

“Yes, please! I have a favor! My roommate, Naraevhyn, said you Searched her?” Valha was bouncing on her toes in agitation, wanting to get to the Sands lest she be...late.

F'reki's interest sharpened, and Girieth rumbled with interest, “I did indeed! What would you have of me?” F'reki was more than happy to indulge the girl for the sake of one of his Candidates, and Girieth silently voiced his support.

“Her father! I want her father to be here, since she didn't want to inconvenience him on the off chance she doesn't Impress,” he voice made it obvious that she had all confidence in her friend's abilities, “My flitts know what he looks like – I sent them scouting – and they can take you to him! Please?”

F'reki sat back up, buckling his riding straps, “Send the lot of 'em up here, lass, and get yourself to the Sands. I can take care of it.” Girieth called the flitts, sending them spiraling up around his head, chattering, and the rider pair launching into the air and going between as Valha turned and started sprinting back towards the Sands.

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Lokien, fresh from bathing and just having reported for the start of his evening shift in the infirmary, glanced up from his work when the gold's voice filled his mind. Now that he was paying attention, he could hear the start of the deep Hatching hum, and for a moment he was torn – stay and work, or go watch the Impression and be on hand for any injuries?

No, plenty of other healers in attendance, he was sure. He turned back to his work, only to be interrupted by the approaching pound of footsteps which he recognized as his sister's and Damask's. He started to stand up, turning to see what they needed, when Damali literally kicked open his door, arms full of white fabric.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Brother, you are a CANDIDATE!” She howled as she threw the robe at him, Damask following her in with his sandals hanging from her maw.

Oh shards, he was.

The infirmary room exploded into a blur of activity as Lokien, with...assistance from Damali and Damask, got himself properly dressed (Damask had a piece of his pants hanging from her mouth still – it was too bad, they'd been new), and then Damali started towing him out towards the Sands, Damask nipping at his heels whenever he slowed down too much.

They caught up with the crowd of Candidates filing onto the Sands, and Damali caught the arm of a panting blond, “Pleasepleaseplease will you make sure my brother makes it onto the Sands?” she asked as she held out her unprotesting brother's hand. Valha, eyeballing the red in a worried manner, accepted the hand and nodded.

“I'll make sure he makes it out there.” Damali gave the slightly older girl and short bow and she and her wher made for the stands, the girl covering her red's eyes as the searched for the darkest place to watch from.

Valha dropped Lokien's hand with an apologetic smile, and Lokien sighed, feeling a little off balance and not his usual self. Rather than walking away, and thus in alone, he offered the blond his arm, which Valha, after a moment, shrugged and took it, and the pair walked in together to bow and thank Callistath and her rider for allowing them on the Sands before taking their respective places with the other Candidates.

Valha bounced on her toes when she noticed blue Girieth enter and take his place in the stands near the blue-riding Candidatemaster K'var – and he had a familiar man with him as well. Her flitts sat obediently on Girieth's head, having already been warned to not move until she called them.

She snuck over to stand behind her friend and roommate, not saying anything as she watched the progressing Hatching over her friend's shoulder. But when the cyan knocked Nara over, well, Valha caught her just barely off the ground and helped lever her back to her feet, “You alright?”

Lokien, a little ways across the Sands, stood perfectly still as he watched eggs crack and Impressions made. So far, nothing near as bad as the wher Hatching, but there were a lot more eggs still unHatched.

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Corian watched as a few more dragons hatched and snaked their way through the people to impress. It was so exciting! No! He had to contain his excitement concentrate on the Hatching. The Black had just been attacked by that Cyan! Why? Corian frowned and kept focusing on them. He did not want to leave the Sands again thinking he had not concentrated enough! His eyes widened as a late comer was knocked to the ground by Gold Callistath. The Gold clearly meant business... He bit his lip, hoping she was alright but then almost immediately forgot about the event.

A Black had approached Ezekiel! Ezekiel had impressed!? Corian actually jumped for joy at seeing his friend with the Black and waved at his roommate excitedly, jumping up and down. He clapped with excitement but then realised what this was. It was a Hatching. How could he be so uncouth!? He coughed a little, still beaming and looked back at the Dragonets. So many had impressed! But so many more had to hatch! his chances that His would be amongst these eggs were high and he wouldn't let them slip away from him. He had to show them that he was worthy.

He clapped a little more demurely for the Cyan's impression but then started jumping up and down again at Jerrith's impression. It was a little more sedate that Ezekiel's not wanting to be kicked out but it still showed his extreme excitement at the thought of one of his friends impressing! He kept bouncing on the balls of his feet even after the fact but decided it was important to watch what was happening.

He could not get distracted again! Focus!

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Tedaon smiled at the female but looked back at the sands. He wasn't sure exactly who she was which was probably a good thing considering those people he did know were usually his patients. He nodded in response to her question about him being a healer. He turned his gaze back to the woman again, completely missing the late candidate being knocked down. He had seen her arrive late but he had not noticed her getting knocked down by Callistath, perhaps not really wanting to see the reaction from the Gold.
"Yes. I've done a little of both Dragon and People Healing so... Suffice to say I usually decide to come along to the hatchings to make... sure everything's... Fine..." He trailed off, eying the Black that had just hatched.

He had, by now, seen the candidate who had arrived late on the ground. Fortunately, he was certain she was not too injured. He did, however, notice that the Black had also been injured and mauled. He would not see the dragon between. He smiled apologetically at his companion and held up a finger as if to say 'one minute' and then disappeared back to the sands.

He approached the new Rider and his Black with a congratulatory grin. He tried his hardest to remain cheerful.
"Congratulations, Weyrling, do I have permission to assist?" He asked the pair.
When he was certain he did have permission he set about cleaning the wounds, applying numbweed and padding the wing lightly. It would need stitches undoubtedly but he was loathe to do that on the sands. A trip to the infirmary would ensure he could return in time for the feast.
"Take him to the infirmary, they'll sort him out," He handed the boy a makeshift bag made from some cloths, "You can take some meat in this too."

Upon assuring himself that the pair would be alright he walked across the sands to where the woman had been standing. They were nowhere near the eggs but the hatching had barely started and he was already running about trying to heal people. He was not about to run into the stands only to return a moment later.

He looked up at the female.
"I'm Tedaon by the way..." He introduced himself.
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Pash watched the hatching without any distraction. Her partly nervous, partly excited state was giving her some form of tunnel vision. All she cared about were the eggs... all of those thirty-five, rocking eggs. Her heart was beginning to cool down a little, but she still felt uneasy. She had a headache from running and from the sun, and she didn't want to move, lest it get worse. So she stood there, and she watched.

An Iron was first - a good, strong king. Finally having something hatched seemed to set Pash more at ease, proof that they eggs weren't shaking for no good reason. There were dragons in there, who were going to come out and Impress. As her eyes followed the iron, who was actually showing interest in his siblings' eggs, she was feeling better about the Hatching. So far, so good. Some of her negative feelings were getting vanquished, leaving only the excitement that wiggled in her stomach. Another dragon hatched - a Cyan - who promptly began to follow her Iron brother around. More good dragons!

The next Cyan to hatch, however, seemed like a bit of a problem. Pash could see that devious look in her eye as she watched the Iron-and-Cyan pair walk about. What in the world could she be thinking? Pash hoped that it would just be harmless fun. She could understand the allure of trouble-making, but the point of it wasn't to anger other people. Her worries were confirmed, however, when the white egg hatched a pale Blue, and the Cyan began to circle him. He looked worried. He looked like the Cyan was telling him something terrible. That wasn't right! You didn't manipulate other people - er, dragons - like that! Pash's headache throbbed as more blood rushed to it. She realized that her fists were clenched and released them.

Then, the Iron and the Iron's Cyan broke it up. Immediately, the Cyans went at it in a catty staring contest, leaving the Iron to abandon them and the Blue to sneak away. As he got closer, Pash noticed the subtle cloud-like pattern on his hide... and that he was coming towards the girls. Towards the girls? Colour rose in Pash's face. Her heart leapt. Would this--?

The blue dragon was lost... where was His? Was His in this batch of girls? Would he be forever destined to never Impress? Just as he was about to lose all hope, he saw... a girl! His girl! His Pashmine! And then they lived happily ever after and Pashmine got Ardith some food, said the dragon.

Pash just sort of... stood there, gaping. Pashmine. Ardith. Wait, so this was her dragon? Hers? She was His? He was talking to her. Ardith was talking to her! She had Impressed!

I came up with that all by myself, Pashmine! Was it good? Ardith asked. Pash's wide eyes were brimming with tears and her mouth was stuck in some dorky half-gasp, half-smile. She finally remembered to breath.

"Oh, shells, Ardith! It was great!" she gushed, dropping to her knees to wrap her arms around the blue's neck. Parts of him were still a little sticky from the egg goop - she didn't care. Her knees, however, didn't appreciate the hot sand. "Shardit!" she yelped, and had to stand up. Ardith seemed to be contemplating this for a brief moment, while Pash caught a mouthed 'congratulations' from Fel and smiled back and wiped her eyes.

The desert was huge! Ardith began. It was so terribly hot, and oh, how she needed water! How she needed to get home safe!

Ardith, this sounds a little grim.

Hold on, Pashmine, it gets better! She didn't know where to go, and the sand hurt her feet, but she had her faithful Ardith at her side! They traveled the entire way... Here, the blue began to walk off, eyes whirling with imagination, mouth open in an excited grin. And, working together, they made it to the end! And, he looked back at Pash who was following, Pashmine fed Her Ardith. He nudged her at the hint. Pash chuckled.

Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to it, Ardith! She let her hand dangle where he could rub his soft blue head against it, wandering away from the Sands and towards the feeding buckets. She had Impressed (and Impressed first, to boot). She had her Ardith, and he had Her, and all that wonderful stuff. There were no words for how she felt... so she did a little happy-dance instead.

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Hester had been watching from the stands since very well near the beginning. He had missed the hatching of the first Iron, he thought, and that was only because he had to pause to explain to Hessk exactly what was going on, and why she should probably stay in her room because it's wasn't quite nighttime yet and she didn't want to hurt her eyes or get eaten by an angry dragon. She kept a constant, curious link to his mind, though, because she was excited, too.

Hester, what--

A bunch of stuff happened, Hessk, Hester said, knowing the green's question before she had a chance to properly ask it. There's an iron and two cyans, and a blue that Impressed, and another iron and a green and a pink. I don't see Calmera, though, Hessk...

Why no see?

I don't know. Maybe she's not even here yet. This worried him.

Why?

I hope it's not a big deal. But, in the end, it turned out to be.

He saw the flash of Calmera's red hair. Late. Very late. He remembered what S'rial, Ridan and Audren had said about being late. Everyone warned all the candidates to be on time, and here Cal was... late. He swallowed hard, worried for her safety. Already, Callistath was growling, and so was iron Kaezeth.

What happen? What do?

I found Cal, Hessk... OH, SHELLS!

Callistath had lashed out, knocking Calmera to the ground. Hester wanted to run down to help her, but his better judgment just barely got a hold on him and kept him rooted to his seat. Someone else was helping, anyways. He hoped it wasn't anything bad... It didn't look like it had been that hard a fall, had it? There hadn't been any teeth or claws involved. He still really wanted to run down there, all protective and stupid as he was, but he settled for silently willing her to get up. It would be pointless to walk out just because of that. Come on, Cal... Get up... She would. He knew it. She had to.
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Amara snuggled closer to P'rth when he put his arm around her, a happy noise escaping her that could only really be compared to a croon. The Hatching could have made the world explode and Amara would have been happy. She was simple like that; all that Amara wanted in the world was Veejarth and P'rth. They made her small world complete. The absence of Jasra, her only other close friend, was certainly felt, but Amara had grown used to shutting it off and away in recent seasons and barely felt it now. P'rth was enough for her. "I'm glad you're here." Amara muttered, wriggling and twisting so that she could rest her head against P'rth's side, listening quietly to the steady beat of his heart.

Veejarth looked at P'rth for a moment, a croon escaping the black as examined His' companion. He was a bit sad that Aith wouldn't be attending the Hatching, but that was alright. This way, if there were any monsters that Veejarth had to fight or any reason that he had to show the whole of Pern in attendance at the Hatching what those that were small could do, Aith would not get hurt. Veejarth would only have to worry about His. His would be alright, though! His had Veejarth! And P'rth. Neither of them would let His get hurt while they were having their adventures and fighting monsters...

And then Veejarth glanced up sharply at the sound of wings on the air and the appearance of Aith, Aith! Veejarth called delightedly, eyes filling with greens at the sight of the pink. He was glad to see his lady! Though just a moment ago he had been glad that she wasn't there, that was completely forgotten in favor of crooning a greeting to his favorite pink and a shifting to the side so that Aith could fit next to him. As chivalrous as ever, Veejarth was gong to make sure that he wasn't squishing Aith, though 'squishing' wouldn't have been the world that Veejarth had used if he could have thought of another. The black shifted to the side all the same, and leaned against Aith once she was settled. His tail flicked sideways to twine with Aith's and Veejarth crooned once more.

Amara smiled slightly at the way that Veejarth reacted to Aith's arrival, "Hello, Aith." Amara said, smiling a little wider as she gazed at the pink for a moment before she gazed down at the Hatching. That was the reason she had come, wasn't it? To see the eggs Hatch and be reminded of what Veejarth looked like when he was a baby? Well, sort of. Mostly, Amara had come because she had made P'rth promise that he was going. But still! She wanted to see the eggs hatch!

As Amara watched, eggs Hatched and . . . a Candidate arrived. Late. Amara winced against P'rth's side as she Callistath react violently, twisting her face to busy it in P'rth's shirt, a quiet whimper escaping the blackrider. "Poor girl..." Amara murmured, eyes squeezed shut. She didn't want to see anyone die! Death was bad!

Veejarth winced as well at the sight, turning his head towards His and crooning softly, She will be alright, AmaraMine. Callistath would not kill a Candidate. Veejarth's mind brushed comfortingly against Amara's. He didn't want His to be unhappy! Not if there were adventures to be had, places to go, people to see, monsters to fight...
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Okay, so she was fashionably late. Not terribly late, but a bit late. The Iron had already hatched at this time, first one out. So who was going to attack her? Most certainly not that brown from a couple turns ago. Hadn’t that been a joyride? She took her seat, listening in to most everyone’s conversations. It was nice to hear what the dragons thought of things too, even if Lesa would discourage it. Not to say that she would but... Tieler tended to get herself into an awful lot of trouble when she heard things she didn’t agree with. Highly opinionated she was. Klaisath was up on the ledge, crooning encouragingly to the newly-hatched below. Oh they were so cute! He remembered when he’d impressed to His, what an adventure that had been! She’d been attacked more than once, and nearly gotten both herself and Lesa killed! He would’ve defended her to his last breath, and then Lesa impressed to Maieouth after all of the excitement. If only he’d known how much that cyan was going to mean to him these turns later! He looked about for his clutchsister, sure that Tieler would be looking for Lesa also.

While the black had an easy time focusing on the goings on below, Tieler was having a much harder time. She was too busy looking from person to person, and dragon to dragon, laughing periodically at the things she heard. Klaisath snorted, shaking his head. Well at least she’d look crazy to those around her, which was a benefit!

A waste of a talent, the black boldly scolded her.

What did you say? Don’t think I didn’t hear you. I’ll share what the others have said, don’t you worry. You seem ever so keen on the hatching anyhow. Its good and fun, yeah, but it’s even more fun listening to the gossip!

He tried not to seem interested that she’d said she’d share the details of her findings. Oh she was such a bad influence!

Eclipse and Dawn had been left back at their weyr. The redhead hadn’t felt like dealing with the incessant jealousy between the two. It was more so Eclipse creating the trouble rather than Dawn. The blue flitt was oblivious to a lot of the black’s behaviours.

The eggs were all hatching so quickly, one right after the other it seemed. As more and more people impressed Tieler found herself peering down, trying to control the flood of emotions that were not at all welcomed. And then Callistath knocked one of the Candidate's down and the blackrider winced. The girl was lucky that's all that had happened!

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Zane had been petrified of being late, so, instead, she was a tad early. To be on time was perfect as far as she was concerned; especially when such a big event was taking place. She sat down by herself, not wanting to be surrounded by too many others, though it was bound to happen. Panith was not far from her, thankfully. She could still see him if she turned, and that was a huge comfort to the girl. Panith was her light amongst all the darkness, and her courage when her shyness prevailed over her. The blue had grown quickly in these six or so odd months... To be honest she wasn’t sure how long it had been. She was terrible at keeping track of time. Judging by the lessons they were having it had been relatively six months by now? Oh, she wasn’t sure! She looked down at the sands, a huge smile on her face. This hatching would be a wonderful thing to witness! It was the first one since she’d impressed her Panith! That had been the proudest moment of her life, and the best day of her life. It always would be, she knew that for a fact. Volcom was present, curled up in her lap. The little blue hadn’t wanted to be left behind when something so exciting was going on!

This reminds me of that very same moment ZaneMine, when I first found you. I feel the same way. The blue, with his striped markings and colourful hide, otherwise stood out. That was to say if someone was looking for him, he’d be relatively easy to find! That someone happened to be Rayna, and she had found him with ease. Zane was not too far off, so it may have been an initial tip off.

I’m glad Panith, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Her mind voice was flooded with affection.

She hadn’t seen Rayna coming up, and Panith hadn’t thought to give her fair warning. When the other girl’s voice, a voice she hadn’t at all forgotten, entered her mind, she jumped. She started all the more when she saw Couineth behind the Jr. Weyrwoman. ”Weyrwoman! I-I... Of course! I wouldn’t have forgotten meeting you, no, that would be rude. You’re a Weyrwoman after all!” She sounded completely exasperated, as usual. Talking to people still wasn’t her thing, and Rayna would come to find that out pretty quickly... again. Since their last meeting Zane had used her embarrassment as an excuse so that Panith wouldn’t push her to talk to any more people. The smile on Rayna’s face was making her blush terribly. She quickly looked away, not wanting the goldrider to see. It wouldn’t do her any good to be embarrassed all over again! She pretended as if something below had caught her eye, though realistically it could have! There was so much going on as the hatching began. An Iron had hatched first! Oh, he was so beautiful, even from a distance. She admired the dragonet, soon having many more to admire as a pair of cyan’s hatched. It was all happening so fast; it was hard to catch what was all happening. When an impression was made she clapped politely, the smile she’d had before coming back. She looked back at Rayna, always afraid of coming across as rude, even if she was doing something for the sake of her own shyness. ”Amazing isn’t it?” she asked, finding herself able to talk about the hatching. ”Impressing Panith was the best day, like, ever.” So she could form full sentences; that was a plus. She missed what had happened below to one of the Candidate's, being knocked over by the gold herself, but the gasps and worried voices caused her to look. She put made a fist and put it to her mouth, petrified that the Candidate was severely injured! She moved closer to the goldrider sitting next to her without even realizing it.

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Tristen didn’t look like a mess, but she felt like one. She had no idea what to do. She had run out of ideas a long time ago, not to mention run out of strength from blocking Calyth from her mind. Calyth had been furious when she first realized Tristen was doing it. The green had verbally lashed out at her, and Tristen had done her best to just remain calm throughout the whole affair. Calyth was supposed to be the most important thing in the world to her, but instead she’d jeopardized her health. It wasn’t like she’d done it purposely! She and the green didn’t even get along! They never did! She couldn’t understand for the life of her why she’d impressed the green. She was starting to think Calyth had adopted her way of thinking.

Stop asking me what’s wrong, all right? It’s not as if you actually care, you just like to know everything.

It’s not like you give this one a chance to care. Something has happened, something big this one sees, and you are not keeping it from this one to protect. No, it is fear. Tristen knew that Calyth had a point. No, Tristen knew that Calyth was bang on, and it was making her even angrier.

Drop it! she hollered, her face flushed due to the mental exertion. She was looking around for someone in particular, trying not to make it noticeable. She didn’t spot the bluerider, however, and it was probably a good thing. Calyth was sitting noticeably close to her. She had never told her she was a Weyrling. This was all her fault... Would she be mad when she found out? She was more worried about the bluerider being mad than her dragon being mad! What a mess. She was way too involved in her own personal thoughts to even begin paying attention to the hatching.

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CANDIDATES! MY EGGS HATCH. COME TO THE SANDS AT ONCE. TARDINESS WILL NOT BE ACCEPTABLE.
Vilandra, otherwise known as Lani, rose quickly. The last thing she needed was to be late. No, she had never been late for anything in her life, and when she had? She’d paid the consequences. She’d kept her robes right beside her bed, all neatly folded up; knowing that this day was close at hand. She didn’t need to fix a thing concerning her appearance. It’s not as if she was pretty, or about to be focused on. Everyone would be eyeing the dragonets with keen interest, not her. No one had ever truly been interested in her. Except, maybe, that bluerider some time ago; the one that had changed her destiny somehow. She had worked hard during her Candidate lessons, careful to be seen but never heard. Come to think of it, she had hardly spoken her whole time here, unless she had been spoken to. She acted mute, though she was capable of coherent speech. She didn’t know how to write, or even read, but it didn’t matter to her. She’d never expected her life to be anything much, so such education had been considered otherwise unimportant to her. It’s not like she didn’t secretly wish she’d been raised in a different environment, where education was available to all. It just... hadn’t been practical of her to waste time dreaming about it.

Things were different now, she was a Candidate. The whole thing still felt like a dream to her, or someone’s idea of a joke. She had her robes on and she was moving out to the sands. She followed the others, her expression completely void of all emotion. She was like a zombie. Happiness was over her head. She wrapped her arms around herself self-consciously after accidentally bumping into someone. Her lips turned down into a frown and she lowered her eyes from said person, not wanting to show any disrespect. She wasn’t shy she just knew her place, and that place was beneath just about everyone else, so she felt.

The sands were hot, and the boots that she’d kindly been gifted from the aforementioned bluerider were protecting her feet. She kept to the back of the other Candidate’s, even though the dragonets likely wouldn’t see her. She heard the ‘ooh’s’ when the hatching began, a dragonet having broken free from its confinements. Her eyes went wide, and she tried to imagine what they were seeing. Then she heard more cracking, and more draconic sounds. There was more than two on the sands now? For the first-time in her life she felt as if there was something she had to see, something she had to experience. She apologized profusely to the people she tried to squeeze between. She had to see! And then-nearly stumbling due to her smaller, weaker, form-she could see. Her eyes went wide. Her gaze kept flickering from dragonet to dragonet. They were magnificent! Like nothing she’d ever seen before! ”Beautiful,” she said quietly, pulling her white robes more tightly around her form. Even in that single spoken word one could hear her peculiar accent. She felt terrified, and yet she was mesmerized, all at the same time. She jumped when a Candidate she didn't recognize was knocked back by the gold! Oh, she was glad she hadn't done anything to incur the gold's wrath! She would've gone up to introduce herself but she didn't feel worthy. Why would they care about a teenage-drudge from a Weyr not here? She was standing close to the Candidate known as Darcy. It might have even been too close, but its not like she'd noticed, otherwise she would've moved miles away.
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Re: Starry Skies [Callistath's Hatching!]
« Reply #64 Today at 5:31pm »
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Naraevhyn hadn't even known Valha was behind her the whole time the Hatching progressed. She watched the Greens intently, ignoring the other dragons completely until one knocked her over. She frowned at the Cyan, then smiled at Valha as she helped her up. She wasn't injured, fortunately, just moderately shaken. She hadn't expected to actually be knocked over or harmed, despite several warnings stating that it was possible. Nara watched the dark, forceful Cyan until she made Impression, at which point the girl relaxed. That dragonet's bonded hopefully wouldn't allow her to harm anyone else. A passing glance was given to the girl the Cyan had clawed, then she focused on Valha.

"Thank you," she said quietly, clinging to her roommate. She noted briefly that a Black had hatched and Impressed just before the Cyan did, and that he'd been clawed. She'd missed him receive his injuries. Her eyes scanned the Stands once more, and she tensed when she saw a familiar face standing up there. Two familiar faces, F'reki and her father, next to Candidatemaster K'var. Oh shards.

"Valha, my father is here. What is my father doing here?!" she gasped, turning to her best friend with wild eyes. "No no no no he should not be here, what if I do not Impress?!" The second Green's Impression went by her as she looked back up to her father, clinging desperately to Valha. He shouldn't be there. Masterharper Naras should not be there. The girl took a deep breath and pulled her hair out of its confining ribbon, allowing it to spill forth into her face so she could calm herself down. It wouldn't do for her to panic and spazz out around the dragons. Callistath might smack her like she smacked Calmera, or worse. Even one of the dragonets might take offense to her panic and hurt her... or worse. Feeling her flitters' confusion, she forced herself into calm and reassured them. No, there was a perfectly good explanation for why her father was there distracting her, and she was clinging to that reason.

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Naras was initially annoyed by the presence of four flitters in his workroom and tried to shoo them off. They harassed and harried him until he exited his workroom and bumped into F'reki, which startled him. The Masterharper was even more startled when he found the flitters' reason for the summons: his daughter's Impression. And the Bluerider was there to convey him. Not even wasting time to change clothes, Naras decided he was going to be there to cheer his little girl on. He climbed aboard Girieth with F'reki's assistance, and soon he was in the stands between K'var and F'reki himself. He scanned the crowd of Candidates until he found the black hair of his daughter, then he smiled. The smile turned to a frown when the Cyan knocked Naraevhyn over and he tensed, ready to go rescue her. He relaxed when Valha picked her up off the Sands and shook his head.

"I wasn't expecting anything like this," he murmured as an aside to F'reki. K'var caught his murmur and looked over to him.

"Yeah? Never attended a Hatching before?" K'var asked.

"No, this is my first. My daughter stands. Hopefully she can convey me to later ones when her dragon is older," Naras replied, confident that his child would Impress. "My daughter is Naraevhyn. She's over there, clinging to the blonde girl. Right there, with the black hair." K'var leaned over to look, nodding.

"I've seen her around. She's a skittish one for sure. Not sure she'll Impress, honestly. Here's hoping that if she does, she gets a lifemate that's supportive. She's done well with her pair of flitters, I'll give her that. They're well-behaved, unlike most." Naras nodded his dark-haired head and focused on his child.

"Oooh, she spotted me," the Masterharper murmured, wincing a bit. He calmly waved to Naraevhyn as the girl reacted to his presence. "I can't for the life of me figure out why she's so anxious about her performance around me," Naras murmured.

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Niton's grin slowly started to fade as the hatching progressed. Maybe not the best hatching ever after all - despite the continued lack of a red, the violence didn't abate. In fact, it only got worse. Tana went to help Calmera, and after the green inspected the boys and found Niton - and the rest of them - wanting, the green turned on her. One of Niton's very first friends in the Weyr, and he couldn't help the soft cry that escaped. He wanted to go to the girls, to help them, but clearly, anyone who tried was going to get mauled. At the thought, he looked round for Ryenev. No new scars for him - not yet.

Still, Niton frowned, and then slowly inched forward. He didn't go to Calmera or Tana, not yet, though the blood staining the white robes made his heart thump in his chest. The bulk of Callistath arrested him; she could crush him without even making an effort. But his usual obliviousness narrowed into focus. He would keep an eye on them, and if another dragonet went after them...well, his long legs could get him there easily enough. But would it be in time to help?

Would he even have the courage, especially if a red hatched?

No wonder all the dragonets so far had found him unworthy. He vaguely noticed two more Impressions, but he just waited to see what would happen next.
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Two more impressions. Two more dragons that hadn't payed much attention to her, but regardless she clapped for the successful bonding that had just occurred. Both of the dragons seemed healthy and well as far as she could see, and that boded for the future of the weyr. Crossing her arms the short haired woman looked around the other candidates and noticed that one of them had moved close to the spot where she was standing. Normally she'd not be that social among people that she didn't know, but today was different and there didn't seem to be any further actions from the eggs. So she tilted her head at Lani and offered what she hoped was a friendly smile, and then coughed loudly to get her fellow candidates attention away from the eggs. As soon as she would get it Darcy would allow herself to speak, her voice kept dipped so that she didn't disturb any of the other candidates upon the sands.

"What do you make of this so far? It's rather interesting and so far all the hatchlings are rather healthy" Darcy sounded like she was one of the people in the stands rather then a candidate, and her calm expression seemed very out of place considering their environment. Inside however there was that little flutter of nerves that grew every moment that a dragon didn't come her way, and she didn't want anyone else to see that the big tough Darcy got nervous too. She was tough! A real tom-boy and she wasn't going to let any of her fellow candidates see her weaknesses! not now and not ever. Pushing aside the feeling she watched and waited for Lani to answer, her eyes flicking toward the eggs every now and then to keep an eye on the proceedings. Things however still seemed quiet enough considering there where a few dragons wandering the sands and a bunch of eggs rocking away in the sands.

"I wonder what candidates those dragons will pick, they certainly seem to have not found theirs yet" Seeing as Lani hadn't answered yet Darcy took it upon herself to keep talking, her attempts at filling the silence between them feeling almost awkward to her. She had always been rather socially awkward and it showed even now, but at least she was trying right?
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E'kiel smiled when Tedaon approached, Carefully, he steadied Aldebarath One hand sat on the Black's neck.
“Hello healer! And thank you, you help would be much appreciated.”

Do not worry. He is here to help.

The black was a bit nervous, be he trusted His and stood still. This new human was different from His. They were all different. He watched curiously as the older human started to work on his wings. It hurt some, but ultimately it helped. He did not hurt as bad, and no more ichor leaked onto the sands. He felt better.

A new pain came to him, though it wasn't quite pain. It took him a few moments to figure it out. Oh, he was still hungry. His wings felt a bit better, but he was still unsure of them. Would they be ok? Would His still like him?
E'kielmine, can we uh, go get some food. I am uh, kind of hungry. That is if you don't mind that is.
Looping one arm around his Black's neck, E'kiel gave him a warm smile.
“Of course. We'll fill this back with food, then go to the infirmary.” With that, he gave a thankful bow to Tedaon and picked up the bag. He made a stop only to fill the bag with meat before heading to the infirmary. A final small wish was made for Corian to impress as well. They had to be Weyrlings together!

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Tasia watched those who Impressed file off the sands. Good for them she guessed. But they didn't geto to watch the rest of this fun! She watched as the temperamental Green headed to the boys. Good riddance. The girls already had to deal with the crazy Cyan. Speaking of Cyan, the original Cyan and Iron were still sitting there!

But there were new players to this game. Another black hatched, though he looked way more like the typical black than the odd black-brown from before. Handsome, she guessed. He was to interested in the other eggs to be interesting to Tasia though. So her eyes wandered from him to another rocking eggs. And what would this one be?

A Green. An odd colored Green, but a Green none the less. Tasia actually found her color a bit appealing. Sure, it wasn't conventionally attractive. But it was unique. So far there had only been three Greens, and each was as different from the last as possible. This clutch had some serious variaty to it. That was good. Callistath had done well. Tasia had to give the Gold her respect on that.

Tasia's attention turned to the stocky Green once again, watching as she eyed the candidates. What exactly was she looking for?

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What ever was wrong with that muscled Green? She moved from Candidate to Candidate looking for... Something. Lyr wasn't sure. She hoped the Green found it though. But it didn't look like the boys had what she wanted. Her stomach flipped preemptively as the Green headed towards Tana and Calmera. Oh this was not going to end well. Lyr could feel it.

She watched as she got closer. She knew it. The Green lashed out and clawed the girl. Lyr winced, biting her bottom lip. She felt bad for who ever had to tame her. The Green's attack was quick and short, she then turned her sights on the girls. That didn't help settle Lyr's nerves. The Green didn't attack anyone else though, she just looked and searched.

To keep her mind from the Green, Lyr looked to the next dragon to approach the girls. The Black. She watched him move, searching for His. Who would he pick? Lyr wondered if it would be her. Could she see herself with a Black? Maybe. She actually couldn't see herself with any specific color. She could she herself with a warm, friendly dragon. Someone she loved. As she was thinking, he Impressed to a girl in the back.

Next was the other Green's turn! She too looked at the candidates, though Lyr felt she was not like her bulkier sister. No. She felt.. Different. Not just in color either. Each candidate was looked, when it was Lyr's turn, she just smiled a bit. No, she could feel she wasn't meant for this Green, it was not her turn yet. It turns out that it was a Boy's turn again. She impressed to one of the newer candidates Lyr had yet to meet, and she was happy for him. Clapping her hands, she looked up to the stands.

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Kida bounced, doing her best to keep her eyes on the hatching, though it was hard! There were so many things going on! Sequin sat on her shoulder, so small and light, chirping happily away.
“Looka F'in! Looka!” She squealed, pointing at the different colors.
“Lotsa babies!” Eagerly, she clapped her hands looking to Satin.
“ 'Tin! Momma gonna find a good one like you, right?” The copper tilted her head, but trilled at the compliment.
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Sebolaren had been mid-adjustment when movement ahead of him caught his attention: The remaining green—troublemaker from the beginning—was stalking toward the male side of the Candidates. Even the term ‘stalking’ could not encompass the way in which she moved across the warm sands. He could see her mission written plainly on every tense and shifting muscle: As plainly as the anger that swirled in her eyes and hissed between the teeth she had exposed with a curled lip. And it was to him that she first came; to be not only the judge of his being, but also to mete out punishment should he fail her. Sebolaren met her gaze levelly—what choice did he have? Perhaps if she had been an unintelligent beast he could have tricked her into seeing him as nothing more interesting than a tuft of tall grasses—but this wasn’t a wherry, it was a dragonet: A decidedly self-assured hatchling who knew what she wanted. He would not lie later—when she continued down the line of male candidates and chose to leave him whole, he was able to breathe freely again.

She had been the opposite of her curious sibling; he came away from the encounter feeling drained by her thoroughness alone. He only hoped that the one she chose for her own would feel far more beautiful things than that, when Impression finally occurred—until then he simply hoped for the wellbeing of those currently being scrutinized, and those that would be. Free now of her gaze, he was able to turn his attention back to the eggs and the hatchlings that moved between them—another Green and a Black had come into existence while he had been occupied with their sister. The Black seemed quite happy sitting amongst his un-hatched clutchmates, a smile caressed Sebolaren’s face as he observed the meticulous way in which the dark dragonet seemed to turn to—and observe—the eggs that surrounded him. The yellow-coloured Green wasted no time, however, and was already making her way toward the Candidates with a solemn resolution that spoke volumes about her individual personality.

However, before he could contemplate this newest Green, warning murmurs from the Stands above, and even the shifting of the Candidates on the sands, drew his attention down to where the women stood. So, not all of those that the angry Green had judged were found worthy of her time—or attention. He could not see what had transpired clearly, and it seemed over nearly as soon as it had begun, but he did feel a pang of concern. His eyes flickered briefly to Callistath and he nodded to himself—the Gold mother was as resolute as she had been for previous outbursts of hatchling energy. He would put his faith in her—for what mother wanted less than the best for her offspring. Perhaps the Candidate had done something to earn the ire of the Green: It was not for him to say either way, though he still found himself surprised at how violent the hatchings could be at times.

The Black was on the move—being the first thing that caught Sebolaren’s eyes after they had returned to the clutch from studying the woman’s side of the Hatching Grounds. The dragonet resembled a runner trotting through the sand; kicking up so much of the warm granules, and spraying them in whichever direction his claws twisted first. He couldn’t help but smile at the hatchling—though he froze intently when the Black stopped directly In front of Xirofel—was this it for the Traderman? No, though Sebolaren had hoped, it appeared the dragonet had an entirely different person in mind: Appearing as if in a trance before warbling softly to his Rider—turning to find him, no her!

Impression made, successful again, and he twisted to find the yellow-Green who had seemed to vanish. There she was, making her way through the girls; one, by one. Where one Green before her had showed a lady-like grace, this Green seemed to exude wisdom and serenity. Sebolaren did not hesitate to meet her facetted eyes when she moved to him—nor did he cease looking at her when she passed him by. He had to twist in place again; lean his body so he could follow her movement through the male Candidates. When he recognized the boy she sat in front of, and recognized the haze of Impression in his eyes, it was all Sebolaren could do to contain a whoop of joy. So then. The nervous tinkerer had found his dragon—and the wise Green had found her Rider.
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It seemed that the small girl, of sixteen turns, still didn’t realize she was awfully close to someone. That someone noticed, just as Lani was watching Delilah impress to a fine-looking pink. She remembered the girl from Candidate chores. She hadn’t really said much to her, especially nothing interesting, but she remembered her. She didn’t exactly smile at her, but there was a twitch of her lips that could be indicated as some-sort of heartfelt emotion. It was as good as Lani ever got lest she was truly experiencing a moment of happiness. Not quite there yet. When Darcy looked to her, and coughed rather loudly, she hadn't at all been expecting it. She didn’t startle, seeing as she was used to getting abruptly addressed, but instead she moved over a bit and looked to the short-haired girl. Usually she wasn’t very up on social cues, but the other was looking directly at her and smiling. Had she wanted her to move, and that had been her polite way of asking?

”Healthy,” she nodded in agreement, used to her one word responses. She hoped the other would come to the realization she wasn’t fun to talk to, like most everyone else. She didn’t have anything to contribute to a conversation, so why bother? She looked past the other girl, seeing Niton standing on the boys’ side. She briefly wondered what he made of Delilah impressing a pink. Was he happy for her? The thought was fleeting. Darcy began talking, yet again, and it made Lani realize that she’d have to say something more. It’s what the girl expected of her, so, it’s what she’d have to do. ”I’m sure they will. Everyone’s destinies are laid out here today.” Her comment might have come off as a tad strange, but she had her reasons for saying what she did. She felt that this had been her true destiny all along, otherwise why would she be here? Maybe her past had been the way it was to make her a better person? To have it be so that she respected this place more? Either way she’d accepted it, it was all she could do.

”But they’re beautiful. I hope I can stay here, it’s a nice Weyr.” Her accent seemed thicker the more she talked. She made as if she wouldn’t impress. Maybe she figured she wouldn’t. She didn’t want to have to leave here though, would they just let her remain a Candidate until her time was up? Then what? Would she have other options? She didn’t look at Darcy at all while she talked to her, too busy studying her surroundings. She didn’t come across as very polite. A shame, really, seeing as the main reason she came across as impolite was because she was trying to be far too polite. When one considered themselves beneath others, well... Not everyone understood that concept. Her eyes remained wide, and child-like. She really did look like a child; a very young and inexperienced child.

E’kiel went off the sands and she was quick to look away from him, though she dared to sneak another peek before he was completely out of her sights. Was it a faint blush that crossed her cheeks? One would never know. None of her emotions were made plain, even to her.
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"Well, you sure seem to be good at it!" the greenrider exclaimed brightly. After all, he'd already fixed up one injured hatchling, more or less, and there was no reason to think that he wouldn't have to help more. Hatchings tended to be at least a little bloody for whatever reason -- Tasakhori rather vividly remembered one of the girls in her weyrling class getting attacked by the brown a couple of turns ago. She, however, had been far too enamoured with Pandemoniuth to react much.

Tasa grinned when the healer flitted off once again, switching her attention to the milling dragonets. Oh, there were so many of them! And they were so cute! Even if one or two of them seemed to be a little ill-tempered, but that was okay. As long as nobody got really badly hurt, it was okay. People dying or being severely wounded was not fun. Hatchings that were safe sure were, though!

There, the healer was returning now, having not been gone very long at all. The greenrider returned her attention to him, and waved from her spot in the stands, leaning on the railing to make it seem like they were standing closer together. "Nice to meet you, Tedaon! I'm Tasakhori, of green Pandemoniuth. My dragon's up there." She pointed to the unmistakeable lime green form of her bonded, and then grinned down at Tedaon. "How many Hatchings have you been here for? This is my third, but I missed the second one." And she'd Impressed at the first! How cool was that?

What was even better was that someone she knew had just Impressed! The greenrider stood on her toes and clapped wildly, shouting out over the noise. "WAY TO GO, GESSERIDAN!" Her voice was high, and it probably got drowned out in the noise of the crowd, but that was okay -- she'd said it! What would his rider name be, she wondered? Probably something fun! Impressing was fun so his new name probably would be too!
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Under any other circumstances, Xirofel would have been a whirlwind of colour and motion and flair. Now, with dragonets swarming over the Sands, his roommate on one side and fellow potential-runaway on the other, the trader was hardly moving. Only the dark green gaze, quick and calculating, flashed from dragon to dragon, human to human. It was fascinating, trying to guess at the temperaments of each newborn. That iron, for example: he was guarding his siblings, it seemed, but why? Brotherly love, or duty, or something else entirely? And the stocky green! She seemed so aggressive, so scrutinizing...! He met her gaze when she stared up at him, but did nothing -- if he were meant to have a dragon, this one probably wasn't it.

Just as well, considering the way she slashed at one of the female candidates. Xiro frowned, gazing at her with a troubled expression on his face. While he was sure the green had her reasons, he didn't like the seemingly pointless violence. He'd never liked to see people get hurt, whether it was by a newborn dragonet or not. Fights on the trail at least tended to have some kind of reason for them, but this apparently random lashing out didn't give him a positive opinion of the green hatchling at all.

And then the black stopped in front of him, and a wave of hope rose up unbidden in him. Was this what it was like to want a dragon? Xiro stared down at the hatchling, silent, still, wondering why he was here. The newborn closed his eyes, and the trader hesitated, then dragged his gaze away from the black. They weren't meant to be. They weren't partners. If they had been, Impression would have been made by now -- he was sure of it.

For a moment the trader flicked his gaze to Sebolaren, having felt the other's gaze on him when the black settled in front of him. But he said nothing, offering only a warm smile before returning his attention to the Hatching itself. The black had not been for him. He could accept that. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he should even be here, standing before these dragons. Would one really be mad enough to pick him, of all people? Dragons weren't known for choosing runaways, he was sure... but then, what would be, would be. His own racing thoughts would have no bearing on the babies' choices.

No hatchling broke shell without his noticing it; keeping tabs on each one was an entirely different proposition. All the same, Xiro watched the black Impress, and smiled, and then clapped lightly when the yellowish-green Impressed to a boy he did not know. There were dragons still left on the Sands, though, and plenty of eggs yet to hatch. He wasn't worried -- if he were meant to Impress, it would happen. If not, he'd likely return to the road and never again make the foolish choice to live in a Weyr. Until then, however, he flicked his gaze between dragonets and eggs, a small smile on his face. With luck, his friends would Impress, at least. One hand reached out to rest lightly on Aidan's shoulder for a moment, a quiet vote of confidence, before he dropped it again. If the boy at his side Impressed, that would be enough for him. And Fel... he glanced at her sidewise, hoping that she, too, would find her dragon here. No matter how she hated him, he wanted to see her happy, if he could.
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Finally the Green advanced out of the eggs and into the Candidates. She slunk alongside him and Qosis followed her movements as he had Iron Baihujinth's. This time, the dragon coiled back around, toward him, after investigating some of the boys that had lined up behind him. Qosis turned to meet her, his back to the eggs as another cracked open, his eyes on the brilliant scarlet whorls of hers. He could tell, almost, by the changes in her reflective facets in each half a second: she was looking around him, but not at him. Not into him.

She still lingered for a time, and Qosis' reception of her was no longer a disapproving frown. Her attacks had been random and unjustified to his eye, but at least she had stopped. With the tempering of a human partner, she could improve as even the Red Damask had. Under Damali's stewardship he had heard of no incidents involving the monstrous wher.

The Green stormed off. Qosis could return his gaze to the other eggs and still keep the muscular dragonet to his left, by the girls. Oh, she would have fun with the girls. Girls who should not have bothered to tempt any fighters at all. He blinked as the Hatchling tore into her first human victim, resisting the urge to turn his head and see who it was. He could tell by the quality of the noises that followed: no one he knew. Again, this routine was a part of the Hatching they had all acclimated to. And it was hard to dodge a Green when she was creeping in close to take a look at you first.

He marked the Hatchlings that followed with his attention for a time, but they paired off-- another male slithering among the girls --and the Sands were close to empty again. Aside from Callistath's watch, and his own, there were the two absurd infant guards posted some ways away. Qosis could continue to ruminate on starvation as much as he liked to see if the telepathic creatures might clue in on their conditions, but they remained oblivious in the face of duty. Or in the face of laziness-- however one decided to construe the stillness of their forms.
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The cross little green dragonet made Gesseridan swallow, hardly staying put as she examined every candidate in turn. He could only relax as she moved on from him, only to utter a soft cry of protest when said green attacked a candidate he didn't know - out of nothing but spite and viciousness, it seemed. Had he been wrong about dragons? Were the Hatching tales all true, then...? Maybe not all of them, but most of them.

Gess's courage was, perhaps, starting to fail. Did he have any place here at all? In his few days in the Weyr, he'd acquired a friend, a champion, a bully, and a handful of acquaintances. He liked it here. There was so much inspiration. But... if HE didn't fit...

G'danMine, your Prith needs food.

Gesseridan - now G'dan - looked down. A warmth suffused his mind, a steady calm he would never have claimed on his own, a wholeness and love he never would have dared to hope for.

Impression.

The little yellow-Green continued calmly, looking as at home sitting before him as a Lady in her Hold. Everything has been put in its rightful place. There is no need to worry. You will see the sense in time. The newly named G'dan knelt, ignoring the scorching heat of the sands. His hand shook a little reaching out, but the shakes stilled as he touched Prith - his Prith - his dream come true. He'd never touched a dream before. You're real.

There was a delicate touch of serene amusement in the response, but not even the slightest hint of ridicule. Instead, she only reassured him more. Yes, I am real, G'danMine. I am for you, as you are for me. And we are together and always will be. But, now it is time for food. G'dan blinked, nodding. Yeah... yes, I'll get you food! He climbed to his feet, face lighting in a brilliant smile of exultation as he did, looking around. "Her name is Prith..." he murmured shyly, then repeats, louder than he would have dared even a candlemark before, "Her name is Prith!"

Come on, Prith, I'll get you food! he reiterated proudly, and the new weyrling and his dragonet set off across the sands.

Rolin heard the golden dragon. Her voice rich and urgent, echoing through his mind. It made Rolin tingle. He’d never felt that before.
“Spooky…” he muttered.

He didn’t know precisely what to feel. He’d never communicated with a dragon before – only observed them. They were wonderful, but terrifying. People he understood. He saw in them the rights and the wrongs, he could put them all together like a neat little puzzle. He could look into their eyes and know what to say. But a dragon? Rolin wasn’t sure how to talk to dragon. Rolin wasn’t sure if he could even look one in the eye.
“Come on, you chicken.” Rolin told himself. He ran a hand fast through his short hair, like he was trying to make a fire with sticks. A nervous habit he’d developed, not that he was often nervous… this was the first time in years.

He had to hurry. Shakily he padded down the hallway. In a section of the barracks, he pulled off his stiff leather boots and slipped on the light sandals and robes. He wished he didn’t have to wear them. He felt vulnerable in them – something he didn’t want to feel at a time like this.
No. He had to stop scaring himself. He had to face this problem like it was any other. Head on charge, with no turning back. That was the way to deal with life when fear crept into the corners of your vision.

He cracked his knuckles and stretched out his long arms. He closed his eyes and slowed his heart with long deep breaths. “If only there was something to drink in this place.” No. He didn’t need some stupor of a crutch. He needed to put one foot in front of the other… one foot in front one foot in front one foot in front one…
And as if no time had passed, he was there. Surrounded by the faces of hundreds of fascinated onlookers. Pale wonder on their skin, slack jawed and breathless at what was happening before them.

He hadn’t expected this. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected… but the sight of it hit him like a right hook. He saw stars. The frail creature cracking open his large eyes, squinting into the sun. Taller than Rolin, but so young. He saw intelligence in those eyes, but a naivety too. He saw the grey dragon, even more in wonder than the onlookers. The phrase “I wasn’t born yesterday” popped into his head.

Rolin waded into the crowd. He knew it was better not to speak, so he didn’t. He shuffled past those in the back with only a whispered “pardon me” here or there. Nearing the front of the crowd, he found his place.
Suddenly, he heard Pash’s voice. A yell of excitement. He looked at her, standing there and touching her animal, a dragon the colour of the sky.

He was no longer afraid of these things. Seeing Pash and her newfound companion there together, so connected, so apart of one another. He knew that he loved these creatures.
Dragon after dragon, he watched them hatch and bond with their riders. He could not imagine that honor of having one. But he was new here. New, old and foolish. It would be perhaps some time – if not forever – that he walked alone instead of flew.
But even just to have been here… he thought to himself, even just to have seen this… That is something. Something I am thankful for.
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As the night crept on, it felt like a moment in time, the glow baskets provided ample light so that everyone could be seen, but he saw that it cast strange shadows around the sands. It almost made everything looking eerie, and other worldly. Weslin was thankful of it, as the robes were always a bit cruel to things he had wanted to hide. It showed the entirety of his arm, the one that was thinner than the other, as if he had only trained one half of his body in a strange experiment. It was always a source of making him extremely aware of his body and the way he stood next to others. He was thankful of the lack of sun, though it made the scars that were on his arm partially visible, at the very least the white robe covered enough to show the extent of it. At any other time, he may have been too uncomfortable, and having the sense of nakedness, but he had learned that at hatching times, very few people were (if at all) focused solely on the other candidates. The newly hatched dragons held everyone attention, they certainly held Wes'.

When the snarling green approached the other boys, he actually made sure to not back down or hide, or feel fear. Maybe she was looking for a strong candidate that wouldn't be upset at the chaos she was causing, or her attitude. He had no idea that she was looking for beauty, and if he did, puzzlement would have read on his face. Certainly he was nervous, who wouldn't be when the green was more than willing to draw ichor or blood because she chose so. At least she wasn't a red, but perhaps her temperament said different. Soon enough, she moved away, not finding what she was looking for. Maybe she had heard him mentally compare her to a red, but maybe not, as she seemed to be looking towards the girls now.

He would have looked away, and turned his attention to the other dragons hatching, he could hear eggs breaking, if not for that green suddenly lashing out. What caused her to choose... oh... oh no! Even he couldn't look away as the green had intent to hurt, not just a little bit of rough play, but really hurt. Was she having trouble finding hers, but really, who could match her? Either someone who delighted in the chaos in pain she was causing as much as herself, or someone that would easily calm and control her. It seemed like a lifetime before he was able to look away.

Back at the dragons, there were more shells cracked open, and a black and almost yellow looking green stood on the sands. Unlike the iron and cyan, and the green, they seemed to have no trouble finding theirs. The black went to the girls, and he politely clapped for her, the little black was absolutely gorgeous, and Wes felt a touch of jealousy, but overall he couldn't hold onto it for very long. He trusted a dragon and it's choice entirely, there was never an error. The green seemed more focused on the boys, and for a moment he was surprised to realize that as of yet, no greens had impressed on any of the girls.

Did that mean it was going to be the snarly green that chose the first girl for a new green rider? Or would she follow the same pattern as her two sisters? Looking back at the green, during his contemplation she had impressed a candidate he had never had any contact with, so yet again a polite clap. As his hands fell to the sides, he wished that he had taken the time to have better conversation, more conversations with his fellow candidates, that he hadn't been so rude to them, hadn't pushed them away. But what was done was done, and now it was too late to fix that, so instead he silently hoped they would get what they wanted, and that any he had pushed down, or snapped at, wouldn't hold it against him.

His eyes drifted over the remaining eggs, trying to count them, but the shells distracted him, and instead all he ended up was staring at that large egg, willing it to hatch if only to satisfy his curiosity.
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« Reply #77 Yesterday at 8:41pm »
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Some more dragons had Impressed. Aidan barely noticed. He was too shaken by the attack on the girl. "Xiro..." he whispered, seeking comfort, "Xiro, she attacked her." Aidan was not a happy Candidate. The only things that kept him from cutting and running were...well, quite a few things, actually, he admitted to himself.

Firstly, he had the solid warmth of Xiro at his side, which was always comforting, though he knew Xiro might not always be there. It belatedly occurred to him that once they Impressed, they might not even share a room anymore. Shards...he hadn't considered that.

Secondly, Qosis was there. He couldn't show he was afraid in front of Qosis. Or Fel. Fel was third. Or tied for second, whichever. But third...or fourth...was the gold Queen and the Weyrwoman. Aidan couldn't show himself up in front of them. They were far too important.

He would stay, and he would Impress, just like Xiro. He would! He definitely would. He wasn't so afraid that he'd run away. Not Aidan.
Also, there was Bluxiro to consider. The flit was his good-luck gift from his family, a show of faith that he would Impress. So he would! He would stay, no matter what happened on the Sands. He would stay, and he, Aidan, would Impress. He would, because he had to. Just like Xiro would, because they had to stay together. It had to happen that way.

And there were the other Candidates. He hadn't gotten to know many of them really well, but he planned to. He would Impress just like them, and then he'd have more friends. Xiro would have friends, too, Aidan was sure, and his dragon, whatever the dragon happened to be, would help Xiro settle down and not want to run away. Aidan was pretty sure of that. Of course...if he was wrong, and Xiro ran away, Aidan would have his own bonded to comfort him. He was sure of it.

If nothing else...well, he always had Bluxiro. That was something, at least. Leaning in close to Xiro's side, Aidan watched the Sands to see what would happen next. "I'm glad you're my brother, Xiro," he said softly, making sure Fel wasn't near enough to listen first.
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The Cyan still on the Sands really, REALLY did not like that Green. She was mean and rude. She was evil! Just as evil as the other Cyan that the Green had taken care of. What was with all these rude, evil, mean dragons? Was there no more good in the world? No, there was good, and it was the Iron she'd taken a liking too. For as mean as he acted, she could tell there was a lot of good in his heart! So she liked him. And as hard as the Iron fussed and tried to lose her by acting mean, the Cyan could tell he didn't mean it and kept by him. He was going to die of hunger out here on the Sands if he didn't go Impress, but he wouldn't Impress! Silly thing. She gave another draconic giggle. He was trying so hard to look like he didn't care! And even though that annoying Green had just brushed her off, the Cyan didn't care. Whatever. She could go be mean and evil somewhere else. The Cyan would dispense her correct amount of justice later.

While they were off doing absolutely nothing productive, the yellow and red egg in the front finally decided to break open, revealing a rather small, but bulky Green. However, unlike her yellow-green sibling, she didn't have a hint of yellow. In fact, she was more of a spring green, a very light spring green with lighter patches along her hide. She shook the remains of her egg off of herself, as she was a rather pompous and vain sort. The Green shook herself off a bit, irritated at the amount of egg goop on her beautiful, beautiful hide! She pushed herself to her feet dramatically and went to go prance in front of the girls, showing off just how beautiful and amazing she was, and oh how they wished they could Impress her, didn't they, didn't they? Boys weren't worth her time! She was far too pretty and amazing for them.

As the Green was flaunting and being generally pompous and annoying in front of the girls, the large purple egg in the back began to shake. It shook vigorously as the dragonet inside pushed its way out of the egg. It took a good while for the dragonet inside to finally push a purple foot out of the eggshell, and then an entire purple body. Yes, it was a Purple. He was rather femininely proportioned, although he was quite large for a Purple. His color was a vibrant purple color with lighter, zigzaggy stripes down his body. He shook himself off, admiring his pretty coloring before strutting out towards the Candidates. But instead of going towards the males, he strutted towards the females, the Green that was prancing out in front in particular. He moved in front of her vision, catching her attention and presumably hitting her with all sorts of exciting compliments and flirtations. Because he was a really, really good charmer. Really. He was. Everyone loved him and everyone wanted to be with him, and he had soooooo many relationships.

However, what the Purple thought was fliratious and interesting was actually quite boring and rather desperate. The Green snorted in slight amusement at the Purple and ignored him, instead prancing more in front of the girls. She was happy for his attentions, yes. But he was annoying and clingy! Seriously. A girl needed her space. The Purple tried a bit more before getting frustrated and stomping back off towards the eggs. Whatever! He didn't want to flirt with her, anyway. She was a lesser color than he was. He only wanted Purple and above! Which meant he wasn't even going to attempt to flirt with the Cyan. However, that Iron....

Anyway, before we get back to the Purple and whatever his antics are, the Green demands our attention and so we must give it to her. Not wanting the Purple to come back, she flounced into the throng of girls, seeking out Hers. Nope! Not this one. Ewww! This one smelled. She sniffed Rushera, prodding the girl with her nose a few times before moving on. Valha got a dismissive fwap from her tail, but not enough to do any harm. Boring boring lame lame! She needed attention and she needed it now! But she was better than all these dumb girls. And some of them were talking! She lashed out at Darcy, scratching up the girl's legs in anger that the girl was distracted from her brilliance with useless words. There. So much better. Oh! That one! Yes, that one! Perfect! She dramatically jumped into her chosen girl, talking excitedly. Oh LarkaMine! Your Oiloath is so happy she finally found you. She was ever so hungry and all these girls are just so stupid looking! Oh, but not you Mine. LarkaMine is the prettiest. That's why I picked you, she informed Hers with a rather pompous air about her. But that's what she was. A pompous whiner. Not that she cared, because she was the prettiest. And so was Hers!

Now back with the Purple, he was moving as flirty as possible towards the Iron, circling him and shoving the Cyan out of the way. Rather than be indignant at him, the Cyan was highly amused and chose to keep watching and giggling at herself. The reason for her amusement was that the Iron was getting very, very flustered and embarrassed by what the Purple was attempting to woo him with. He was getting angrier and angrier at the Purple's nonsense, snapping on him and shoving the Purple backwards in an attempt to yell at him to go Impress already, jeez! Stop wasting his time! The Iron shoved his way past the Purple, knocking him to the ground. The Cyan jumped over the Purple to join the Iron, giggling with amusement and clearly mocking the Iron as they both headed towards the Candidates, finally. The Purple remained behind, looking rather dejected at the Iron's rejection. Oh well. There was always another time. And there were always other dragons to hit on. Surely someone out there would respond to him favorably. Eventually. Even if he had to hit on every dragon in the entire Weyr. Female or not! As long as they were the appropriate rank. No low colors.

The Iron was stomping through the males in a fury, pushing several of them over, including Xirofel and Qosis, although he stopped to make sure they were both ok before moving on. Not that he cared, again! It was just his duty. He wasn't like that other Iron and he didn't want to hurt anymore. Just order them around like a leader. And take care of them like a leader. The Cyan had dropped back some time ago to investigate the girls, and while the Iron was somewhat sad to see her go (not that he'd admit it) he was glad she'd gone off to Impress. Finally. Now he could focus on himself. He moved through the Candidates some more, eyeing them carefully to see which of them could keep up with him and lead the way he wanted to. Nope, nope. Hmm. He guessed he couldn't afford to be so picky, and he went back to look. They had to be strong like he was! The lack of fitting minds was frustrating him, and the Iron looked angrier than he had been. Whatever! He was going with... this one! W'linMine! Never hide from your Chyurath again! Not that I was worried. Or that I couldn't find you! I could. Because I did. Oh.... He paused, Whatever. Feed me. Then we can take care of the others. Because these idiots definitely need my... er, our guidance.

With the Iron finally Impressed (jeez! That guy needed to relax a bit, seriously!) the Cyan was free to also Impress. And she was hungry! Really really hungry. But the boys weren't for her, so she moved towards the girls. She stopped before fully getting to the girls, watching the one girl that had gotten hit by her mother's wrath. Hmmm! Even for such a justice-oriented dragon such as herself, this was a difficult one. Of course her mother had been right in striking down the late Candidate. The human could have hurt the Cyan and her siblings! Or the eggs! It was only natural. But had she been overreacting? It was a tough one, she had to admit. But either way, the girl laying on the sands wasn't for her, so she passed by her. However, there was an interesting one nearby. She was bleeding as well.

Now this... this girl! She was wronged! The Cyan knew this! Her Green sister had to pay. She was evil, evil, evil! And the Cyan knew it! Especially for hurting this girl. Without even bothering to look at the rest of the girls, the Cyan knew this was Hers. Because they needed to seek justice together! And get back at that Green! Stand up, TanaMine! Stand and be strong! Here she paused for a gigglefit consisting of a lot of "hehehehehehe", We will dispense justice! No evildoer will get away from us! Your and your Oreath will right all wrongs, won't we, Mine? The Cyan was rather triumphant and sure about herself. But of course she was! Evil was evil and good was good! No inbetweens!

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Darcy had been about to answer Lani when she spotted a green walking toward them, and for a moment she thought that at last she would impress! But there was no whirlwind of emotion, and there was no rainbow whirling eyes as the green looked lovingly up to her. Instead there was pain as the green's claws dug into the flesh of her legs, drawing blood and sending her falling to her knees as the pain leached all strength from her muscles. Quivering in surprise Darcy turned her head to watch with livid eyes as the green impressed to Larka, and yes she did get the feeling that the green had done that on purpose ... innocent dragons her back side! That thing was vicious! Darcy chose to stare at the offending dragon for a few moments longer and then turned to examine her wounds, and while there was a nice red stain on her robes she knew the wounds where not deadly. She would be able to stay on the sands, as long as no one decided to drag her off to treat her injuries that was.

Grunting she shifted on the sands so that she was now sitting with her legs out in front of her, her eyes partially closed as the movement sent waves of pain washing around her. She wanted to stand up again but she doubted she had the strength to do so, and even if she did she knew the pressure of standing up wouldn't do her any good. At the same time she couldn't stay sitting in the sands like this as being sat prone like this left her vulnerable to another mauling, plus her rear was starting to burn from the heat of the sands.

Biting her lower lip Darcy extended on hand to Lani "Can you give me a hand up, I refuse to meet my destiny while being prone of my rear" her voice was clipped and strained with pain, but over then that the girl refused to show any further evidence of pain. She wasn't going to give the murderous green the pleasure of seeing her in pain.

Waiting for Lani's hand the girl shifted her weight a little, preparing herself for the hoped for aid of her fellow candidate. All the while she kept an eye on the eggs as she didn't need another Hatchling mauling her while she laid there in the mean time, especially with that angry green wandering around on the sands. Darcy was starting to get the sensation that she wanted nothing to do with greens at all! They where nothing but anger and drama, both things she wanted nothing to do with seeing as they where things she had issues with in her own personality. Instinct caused her to shift one of her legs nervously and she bit her lip to cope with the sensation as it trailed through her body.
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Tasia wondered how much time had actually passed. Time seemed to be playing tricks on her. Some moments felt like they had stretched out forever, and others? Gone in a second. It was like she was in a time bubble and someone was toying with her. Not fun. She hissed a bit under her breath, looking over towards the hatchlings again. There was another egg wiggling, and soon another Green. They were just popping out quickly weren't they?

She laughed a bit. She should have expected it. Greens were plentiful! This one? Well she seemed... Girlish. Vain. Prideful. Totally not Tasia's style. She was the only one allowed to be vain and prideful! A Purple hatched next. Tasia had to laugh. He was so... Different from her Prince. So much more vibrant, and well, odd. When she flounced in, Tasia gave her a final look. No, she already knew this green was not hers. Tasia would not abide flouncing and strutting. The Green's little outburst did cause her to chuckle a bit.

This Hatching was not as bloody as the last, but it was bloody in an amusing way. She was quick to impress though, which left the violent Green, the Purple and the Dawdlers. Of course they were not to be alone long. Tasia stifled a smile as the Purple pursued the Iron. It was just just so absurd! The Iron was male! But then again, she doubted the Purple cared. He seemed... Desperate.

If Tasia could feel pity, she would pity him. In fact, she maybe did, it was an odd feeling, pity that is. But she shook her head. He wasn't doing anything, so he didn't deserve her attention. Finally, the Iron and the Cyan took this seriously.

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Lyr watched the hatchlings with eager eyes. Oh they were so cute and pretty and colorful! Well, the Iron wasn't exactly colorful, but he was still pretty! She sighed happily. Would her dragon be here? Maybe. If not, she still had Kida and Satin and Sequin! And F'in and Sagaral and all her friends! She was already happy that E'kiel had impressed. She knew it meant a ton to the young boy.

The Iron of course went for the boys. She smiled a bit, it would be crazy if a girl Impressed an Iron. She wasn't sure if that would even be possible. Still, it was a silly thought. She watched him as he picked through the boys, even knocking two over! It was then that she heard Tasia's laugh. A quick look was given to the Red head as she sighed. She wasn't very nice. Still, the Iron Impressed! To a boy Lyr didn't know. The young woman was starting to see a theme here.

Then the Cyan approached, and boy was she pretty. Lyr took a moment to marvel at her. But it seems none of the girls in the 'Pack' suited her. The two that were off to the side though, they amused her. Lyr was glad. Both had already been struck down. It was interesting though, the Cyan chose the girl who had been clawed by the first Green. Clapping her hands, Lyr wondered how much bad blood there would be in this clutch. The Cyan and the Black, that Cyan and the first Green. How would they grow up?
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Spring grasses—those were the colours of the newly hatched Green, she tried valiantly to shake herself free of eggshards and remains of her sac, and then just as quickly set off for the females. Sebolaren couldn’t help but smile at her; she was like a runner taught to kick his hooves high while trotting—very flashy and dramatic. She would make someone a lovely partner. His eyes were drawn to the back of the clutch as the large purple egg began cracking, fragments splintering from the main ovoid shape to reveal first a purple claw and then the remainder of the Purple dragonet. He was beautiful, a very vibrant colour—rich and deep.

However, the antics of both the Purple and his newly hatched Green sister had Sebolaren chortling softly into the back of his hand. Never had he expected to find such showbeasts within the Hatching Grounds. It was as if the Purple was flirting with the Green, the Green in turn was quite disinterested and wanted to find her Rider, and the Purple then—feeling snubbed—decided he could do far better on his own. He hadn’t expected it to progress further than that—Sebol had actually expected the Purple to impress a woman; however the dragonet had other ideas—and apparently other interests.

He forced the laughter down, catching it in his throat and simply smiling as the Purple tried to court his older Iron brother. What a sight indeed—and a much appreciated respite from torn dragonflesh and ichorletting. This hatching had been quite violent throughout, but now—here for all to see—was the comic relief. Temporarily of course—the Green had apparently felt slighted by one of the women and decided to hand out her own punishment. Then, as if nothing had occurred, she found her Rider. Another Impression.

Meanwhile, the Purple had decided that his Iron brother would be his, and of course the Iron wanted nothing to do with the whole mess, which only enticed the Purple further and even caused his loyal Cyan companion to join in with the torment. The Iron had taken just about as much as he could, in fact he had taken more than he wanted—he was done now—and here he came. Sebolaren watched him stomp his way angrily through their side of the Hatching Grounds. When the less-than-pleased Iron knocked Xirofel over, Sebol sidestepped his path of destruction—only to watch him roll into Qosis as well. He had to shake his head and laugh at that—nothing would stop these dragonets from what they wanted, not even a giant of a man—though the Iron had paused long enough to ensure neither was wounded.

Qosis of course would take care of Qosis, so Sebolaren instead extended his arm to Xirofel, “Up you get, can’t have you missing out on yours due to wallowing in the sands!” By the time Sebol was finished sorting himself back into position—the Iron had found who he had been searching for—and honestly avoiding—for most of the hatching. Of course now that her companion was gone, the Cyan realized she too could finally Impress—and get fed what’s more. He wasn’t able to see who exactly had Impressed, but it sounded like one of the previously wounded girls—none of which he had known. Still—three very quick Impressions with only minor bloodletting—and none of it dragonet! Could this be a sign for the better?
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Niton watched with his heart in his mouth. More blood - Darcy's this time, but she managed to get back on her feet. In his mind's eye he could see claws ripping into Delgar's body, and he shuddered. No one was dead. No one was dead, but...two thirds of the eggs had yet to hatch, and that other green was still on the sands. What if she came over here next?

The iron had, and Niton clapped as a second boy he didn't know well Impressed. Dalibor officially had two new kingriders, and the first of the clutch's subkings - maybe the only - was puttering around out there. And - oh, thank goodness, the cyan had stopped by Tana. Impression? He thought so. Hopefully the cyan would be able to protect the girls. Only...dragonets had to be fed, and quickly. What if Tana had to leave poor Calmera by herself? He shifted anxiously from foot to foot.

Jerrith was gone - what would his name be, if he'd Impressed? Had his dragon had a chuckle about the fact that it ended in -th in the first place? - and Niton nervously looked over the rest of his friends. The faster they Impressed, the faster they could get out of the danger zone. And it was funny he doubted his own bravery - he was still standing here, and hope for his own Impression and safe exit hadn't even crossed his mind yet.

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With Agnith's injured leg safely bandaged, Delilah had retired to feed her, but her pink kept getting terribly distracted as her brothers and sisters arrived. Agnith greeted each and every one with a delighted - and loud - chirp, and a great deal of chattering. Though the glow of Impression still filled Delilah, she had to admit to watching with a wary eye for the green who had injured Agnith. Hopefully under a rider's care she would not strike out again, but...best Agnith didn't provoke her.

For Delilah's part, she had not been at Dalibor long enough to form relationships with most of her fellow weyrlings - so far. Sebolaren, she noted, had yet to prove himself worthy by Impressing. But she had a wide, sincere smile for the newly-made G'dan, and craning her neck, she noticed when W'lin and his iron started over. Iron! That was amazing.

For now, though, she turned to G'dan and Prith. "I'm so pleased to see you," she said.

Agnith rejoiced at the sight of her yellow-green sister. Prith! You're here and you found - oh, you found a boy! That makes me so happy I could just - She let out a loud squeal that made Delilah's eyes widen, and the girl's hand automatically went to stroke Agnith's snout. She loved her dragonet with all her heart, but it was just beginning to settle in that wait-and-see Delilah had just bonded for life to friend-to-all-living-things Agnith. What did that mean, exactly?
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Valha pulled the ribbon out of Nara's hand and started pulling her hair back, “He wants to see you Stand if you Impress or not, but I'm pretty sure he's going to walk away the proud father of a new dragonrider today, Nara. Now stand up straight and make him proud!” She gave Nara a firm poke in the back...only to yelp in surprise when she got smacked by the tail of a green she had totally not even noticed Hatch.

She rubbed her leg; it stung, and might bruise a little, but it was really nothing worth mentioning. She got off lucky, unlike the girl who got claws instead of a tail fwap. She watched in interest as Weslin, Impressed the Iron, still rubbing her leg, and then clapped enthusiastically for Tana when the cyan went to the fallen girl's side. She'd missed what had happened, but Tana looked all right...and she'd Impressed!

And several other pairs were leaving the Sands already. She really needed to pay more attention to what was going on.

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Lokien's fingers twitched as he watched one Candidate after another score wounds here and there from the hatchlings. He'd been told, long ago, to leave well enough alone until he and his patient were well off the sands, but just standing here watching was slowly driving him crazy.

A black, a suspiciously yellow green, a more normal looking green, and finally the patrolling iron and cyan all Impressed in short order, all while the vicious little green prowled the Sands and the newly Hatched purple pouted across the way. He glanced up at the stands to see his sister waving frantically from the shadows at the very top of the room, Damask's head buried against her legs as protection from the still-too-bright light. He saw her shift focus and begin waving wildly at someone else, and, craning his neck, he spotted her friend, Malissa, in the crowd of girls.

Now that he though about it, he looked around, now recognizing those around him. Here was Qosis, not too far away, and there was Niton, the one with the rock-induced concussion from a few sevendays before. He relaxed a little with familiar faces around, dropping into an easy, comfortable stance, hands clasped behind his back.

As far as he could tell, none of these little ones showed any interest in him. He just had to wait this out, and he could get back to fixing up stupid folk.
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« Reply #84 Yesterday at 11:36pm »
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The hatching was going at a faster and partly more violent pace now. Jaghatai flinched every time a dragonet attacked and even more so as Callistath lashed out, but it wasn't half as bad as the last time. He tensed every time one of the hatchlings approached the crowd of boys waiting, the bright Green staring at him for a little too long for his taste and the Iron dashing dangerously close through the crowd but so far nothing happened - to him.
He was a tad bit disappointed to see the second Iron go to someone else as well, but he clapped like everyone else did. He really didn't care about colour, his flitter had taught him the hard way. Like that Purple over there - sure, a Sub-King and decently built but he'd waged every last of his marks that whoever Impressed him would have one heck of a time to contain that much flirt. Thinking about it he really didn't have a clue what type of dragon he would've like. Something nice, quiet, gentle, obedient. That sounded good and very healthy for his nerves... That Black that had Impressed as first...
He felt his concentration fading and quickly adjusted his posture to pay attention to the eggs in front of them again. He quickly counted - 22 left. Plenty, why did he already feel like he'd been standing here for ages?

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Frankie sat beside Scikath and offered her big chunks of meat out of the buckets that had been prepared for the Impressed. She didn't greet or acknowledge the other weyrlings; lost in thought she did nothing but watch her Cyan gulp down the food with great hunger. The dragonet paid better attention to their surroundings than Frankie, not taking her eyes off the new arrivals even as she ate.
There was that stupid Blue she had so easily deceived... With a smug expression she wandered over to him and sat down in front of him. You better not eat too much. If you become too fat the Queen mother kills you and feeds you to the firelizards! Her tail flicked to point to the stands were swarms of flitters were watching. I don't want my dear Blue brother to be killed, so be careful! She crooned mockingly to Ardith's and returned to Frankie who had been watching her expressionless the whole time. Still crying like a loser, Frankiemine? This is more fun if you join, you know?
"You shouldn't speak to me like that.", she anwered quietly after a while before she remembered that better sooner than later she stopped talking to her dragon with her voice. Her dragon. Who would've expected it to come out like this? "You should well remember that you need me. I feed you, I bathe you, I oil you. If you die I will live on, but if I die you will between. I don't care that you think you're the best, you still have to prove that."
Scikath regarded her with a long look before she suddenly crooned wickedly and gave Frankie a soft nudge with her head. Ohhh your Scikath knew she would have fun! I will play this game with you!
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Corian watched each of the Dragonets with interest but couldn't help peeking over at Ezekiel. He spotted a Healer assisting the little Dragonet and was intensely happy that Ez... E'kiel? Had impressed to the Black. He would have to find the boy sometime and ask about how he was going if the didn't impress together. Even if they did... They may not wind up in the same room together. When he saw E'kiel throw him a smile he waved a little. He knew that it was important to get assistance for the Dragon... He would just have to impress and show E'kiel later! Yes! He turned his attention back to the Hatching to see that a Purple had hatched. Corian stifled a laugh at the actions of the Purple and tried so hard to focus on what he was supposed to be doing.

He noticed that the other Iron had impressed! That was so good! He clapped enthusiastically for the Iron. When the green and cyan impressed he clapped happily again. He didn't know the two but he was still pleased for them. He smiled and swung his arms, calming his nerves. He was still bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet with intense excitement.

He watched the movements of the Purple with a grin and then looked for the next egg to hatch. There must have been another one about to hatch soon. Maybe one of the smaller ones at the front. He focused his mind again. Shards... He was acting like Cirrus.

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Fel clapped her hands to her mouth when the female was knocked over. She hoped that the girl was alright! Someone went to help her up and Fel calmed a little. She dropped her hands from her mouth but did look back at Callistath with renewed shock. Still, there was so much happening. By now she clapped her hands almost automatically with each impression. She smiled again, determined to watch what was happening with the Dragons and not what the candidates were doing. No one else she knew had impressed yet but she clapped along just the same knowing it was the right thing to do.

A few more Dragons hatched and something seemed a little wrong with the Cyan. She too impressed to another candidate along with an Iron and a Green. A purple had hatched and was acting very strangely. She looked at it curiously but shrugged her shoulders. Whatever made it happy she supposed.

She wondered which egg contained, or had contained her dragon. She had been told that she might not impress this time but she could still sit here hoping that she impressed to something, right? She still had something of a chance here. There were still so many eggs left. She would impress one of them... She didn't allow herself to think like that anymore and instead stared at each hatchling as they moved about the sands.
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As the night proceeded on, Wes was entirely ready for more bloodshed to occur, it seemed to be becoming a theme, and while it had started out with the hatchlings fighting among each others, it had spread to the candidates like a wildfire. Was there an end in sight? Or was the end going to be a dragon taking a candidate out of standing? Even without enough eggs in this clutch to go around, even he didn't want that happening. There was likely to be another clutch, probably not this wonderfully big, but enough that the large sum of candidates could stand for next time. That tricky green was starting to make him more and more nervous.

It seemed that every time he looked up something was happening, someone was getting hurt. It was a nerve wracking time to be a candidate on the stands right now. When would a set of talons or teeth sink into your body? What if someone standing next to you got attacked, but you didn't? Were they picking and choosing? Or was it just whoever struck their fancy? It was almost a pleasant blessing when the next two eggs hatched revealing a brilliant purple, and an almost yellow looking green.

Watching the antics of the two new hatchlings brought a smile to Wes' face, since it was very nice to see something other than pain happening. He felt himself relax a little for the first time since the hatching had started, and wondered if maybe this was a turn for the good, if perhaps there would be less blood, and fighting, and more just... well... okay. This was a bit amusing. It was as if they were both vying for the spotlight, and he could easily put music to the two of their movements (the purple and green) to get noticed the most. The green obviously knew that she was going to bond to a female, and the purple... he looked just about ready to bond to whoever he thought was going to measure up to his own perfection.

Watching with interest as the purple seemed to decide that he was too good to be vogueing, he wandered off to... to... As Weslin looked around at other candidates, he saw the same expression on their faces, so he was happy to know that he was seeing what everyone else was seeing, the purple sub-king, was very obviously flirting with the iron king, and didn't seem in a mood to stop. The cyan beauty seemed to be encouraging it too, and having a grand time laughing it up. The Iron seemed to be having a different opinion on the matter, embarrassment, and a general unamusement at the silly games when he had a hatching to watch over.

The Iron seemed so unimpressed that he finally decided that it was about time he start finding out where his candidate was. Of course that also meant that well... a rather scary looking Iron King was headed straight towards the group of boys, and that not only had it easily knocked over his purple brother, but he then proceeded to knock down two of the boys, including the tall giant that had wanted him to go into the boat of doom! But like the leader he was, he of course stopped to make sure that he hadn't done any damage, he wasn't like the green who lashed out without reason, he was strong and in control, and a leader.

Who would he impress? Weslin gave a quick look to either side of him, seeing what candidates seemed to have hopes for themselves. Hopefully the right one would be in this group. Perhaps the boy over there? Maybe that one instead? Instead the Iron kept searching, though, he hadn't seemed very intent upon finding his before now, had it been that he had felt it his duty to look over all the eggs, or that maybe he hadn't wanted to give in to admitting who his was. About to look over to see how the girls were faring with the green, he heard it...

W'linMine! Never hide from your Chyurath again! Not that I was worried. Or that I couldn't find you! I could. Because I did. Oh.... He paused, Whatever. Feed me. Then we can take care of the others. Because these idiots definitely need my... er, our guidance.

Those words were like a clear ringing bell inside his mind, and he suddenly felt that missing puzzle piece fit inside, perfect. It felt amazing, it felt wonderful it f-... Wait... what!? W'lin stood there, staring at Chyurath, as if the Iron had suddenly grown a second head, and that that head was trying to chew off W'lin's arm. Did... did he just... wh-what!? That wasn't possible. "It's not... I mean... I'm..." It didn't add up, this was an Iron!! A king dragon! King's flew Queens, Queens impressed girls! GIRLS! "But I'm gay!! He hadn't meant to shout it like that, and wow, now everyone knew, and he was sure that people that weren't even near the hatching knew, and he felt color seep into his cheeks. He wasn't prepared for the scary dragon face the Iron gave him, and while he didn't have any fear of being eaten, he could feel that Chyurath had no plans for that... that the Iron was not about to have his start acting like one of his silly sisters.

W'linmine, are you quite done now? Mine can cry later, not that I want mine crying, I mean... more important things to do! I have to make sure that these idiots do not make a mess of everything. I've chosen you! Stop being annoying. Besides, Chyurath wanted to get off the sands for now, away from the bothersome purple, who he was sure had overheard his, and was now planning on using it to his advantage. As well as the gnawing hunger he had been trying to ignore since he had broken free of his shell was back in full force. There was a sting somewhere at his W'lin's immediate disbelief, and thinking for a moment, he leaned and pressed his muzzle against the young man's chest. The display of affection only lasted for a second, and he was looking around, giving his serious face to anyone who dared to say what they saw.

W'lin was still just, staring. He was gay! He had never heard of another gay man impressing a king! But... but Chyurath was giving him that look again, and the memories of all the other times that W'lin had been passed over, had stood and not impressed, came washing over him, and he was blinking back the emotions in his eyes. He didn't want to suddenly burst into tears and cause a public scene, he was sure that Chyurath wouldn't appreciate that either, it probably wasn't a good idea for the one a king just impressed to start sobbing like a child right after impression.

Food, now. There are things I... we have to do... things I should still be doing, I have to make sure that everything is alright... not because I care, but because It's what I must do. I don't care... and that warning still is in place, never hide from me again, or go someplace I don't know about, or do something without telling me first. Because it's... it's important. Because I'm responsible for you now.

Somehow that made W'lin finally start to smile, and he didn't care about a sudden public display of affection as he reached out to hug the iron, the perfect iron... though, they were going to have a very important talk in several turns. Very important. The dragon seemed to 'suffer in silence' for a moment as his hugged him, before turning away, and leading them both off the sands towards where food waited. W'lin looked back for a moment, and finally spoke to his in private, So... that purple sure is a handsome fellow. He was giving you quite a bit of attention... Because no one changed their basic core immediately, W'lin couldn't help the smirk on his lips as Chyurath shot him as dirty a look as a newly hatched dragon could.

The hatching was making some interesting twists and turns. Each dragonet was different from the last, which kept it from getting boring, not that a hatching could get boring, but still. Then the purple hatched. Bryan never was too fond of girly colors like pinks and purples, but on a dragon, they were alright. This purple wasn’t any different until he wandered to the girls, seeming to be hitting on his sister, then turning towards the iron. Bryan wanted to die right then. Now dragons were turning evil! First people, now dragons! Soon there wouldn’t be anywhere safe! What was this world coming to?! Bryan felt sick to his stomach for a moment, and the world spun around him, so he adverted his eyes from the purple and to other dragonets. He watched as cyans and greens impressed. Yes, that was a better sight. More natural. Normal. Nothing evil there. Nope, nothing. Slowly, the candidate started to calm down and regain his thoughts. This was a hatching, and all the dragonets were just young. Nothing was evil about them, and they would soon know how they are really supposed to be. Bryan was sure of this. So, he looked back to all of the dragonets and eggs. That silly purple was just wanting attention. He wasn’t really hitting on another male dragon. Bryan wanted to laugh at himself. How could he be so foolish to think that? He must just be paranoid because he knew there were evil people in the hatching sands. Oh well, a dragon would set them straight!
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Walking off the sands with Chyurath, Wes was still trying to entirely absorb what had just happened. Sure, his immediately reaction had been rude, and since the rest of their conversation, including Chyurath's response to his outburst had been between them. It wasn't that he was rejecting the Iron, in fact he had just been more or less boggled, and a feather could have knocked him over. With the knowledge of what Iron's impressed, W'lin hadn't even begun to imagine that he would have impressed one. Would Chyurath be angry at him when he learned of the crush... no... it wasn't a crush, it was a quickly diminishing confusion of what he felt for the really handsome blue rider. It was so easy to forget that his mind was now linked with the Iron, so when he heard the snort of what he could only imagine was laughter, his light eyes snapped over to look at the Iron... who was pointedly not looking at him, because nothing was funny about his' refusal to admit his feelings.

Chyurath, when his' wasn't looking at him, was making sure that they dawdled on the sands. He knew that the moment he left them, that utter chaos would erupt, it was only waiting for him to leave, and fights would begin without a doubt! He needed to be out on the sands to guide his siblings, to ensure that they found their bondeds quickly and efficiently. It had been frustrating when his Cyan sister had nearly refused to impress until he did. Maybe he wouldn't immediately approach Oreath, he was sure that she would take more than a moment to ask him why he had left the purple on the sands after all the sweet things he had said to him.

It was almost torture as they made their way off the sands when he heard several more eggs hatched, Chyurath wanted to turn around immediately, and make sure that they weren't just waiting around. If it wasn't for the Purple's comments and actions, he would have been running back to drag the dragon over to the boys and glower at him until he impressed. If Chyurath had his way, the hatching would be done quickly and efficiently within twenty minutes, at most. He was sure that he could he could cut the time down to thirteen minutes, with two eggs hatching and two dragons impressing every minute. They're going to not know what to do without me, W'linmine. Perhaps we should stay, what if an egg is too hard? What if there is a fight that I need to control? It's our job now! Because he wouldn't admit that he was worried about all the hatchlings, that he wanted everyone to be happy. Irons didn't care about that, they were strong and stoic, and in charge. I... WE are the ones that have to make sure that the fools don't between! Let's go back! Food can wait until the hatching is over!

Looking over at the Iron, W'lin frowned, and the joking about the purple was forgotten for now. One, they weren't allowed to stay on the sands, and Two, they weren't allowed to stay on the sands! He could also feel his Chyurath's hunger, and he wondered how the Iron could resist that pain. The dragon looked, honestly, ferocious, W'lin thought he was strong and handsome and amazing and gorgeous, but he could pull off an angry dragon face like no other dragon he had ever seen before. The want to stay on the sands was strong with Chyurath, W'lin was beginning to think that Chyurath was thinking of the clutch as his own, maybe he was copying the gold queen, or maybe deep down, the Iron believed that not even his Gold mother could do the job correctly.

W'lin let his mind race, trying to think of a reason why Chyurath would run to get off the sands, and finally, it came to him. We have to get off the sands, remember, that green impressed, and that cyan too. Who knows what chaos is going on in there! What if they are eating the pink and black! Isn't it our duty to make sure that they are being kept in order too? Or maybe you are missing the purple already... He didn't know what it was that got Chyurath to almost run off the sands, but whichever piece of information it was, they were almost immediately off the hot ground. He saw that as soon as they were close to the others who had had successful impression, that Chyurath was off inspecting everyone, keeping an air of aloofness and professional leadership. At the same time W'lin went off to retrieve some meat, and made sure to pick was a bucket of choice pieces.

Wow, he had impressed, he had impressed! He never thought he'd be doing this, going to feel his dragon, the other half of his soul. He felt full to bursting, and without saying anything, it finally happened, he burst. With his back to the others, he couldn't stop the tears, they just poured down his face, and were a long time coming. It had happened, it had finally happened, and he was happy, and thankful, and he wasn't going to go through another hatching and be standing there until there was no more eggs left, watching as a hatchling betweened just to get away from him. Would be treat him differently now? Would they treat him even more differently than had he impressed a green or a pink? He was almost scared of what his life was going to be like now, having almost gotten to the point where he had been expecting to age out. But now... now it had finally happened.

Dry your eyes mine!! Shards it! I told you to cry some other time, I don't want all these people to see you weak! You are strong, and you are mine! I cannot continue to make sure everything is in order until you have calmed, until I know W'linmine is alright. Stop leaking and feed me!

W'lin's eyes went wide as he heard the Iron curse, where had he learned such langua-oh... right, from him. Whoops. Turning around, he tried to wipe away the tears, wishing he had sleeves, and saw Chyurath sitting there, waiting. There was some infinite patience and understanding there, someone that understood him better than he understood himself. Nodding, he reached in and took out a piece of meat, tossing it to the ravenous Iron, who snatched it up immediately, and was already looking for more. W'lin was happy to comply.
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The purple was still the brightest, most interesting dragonet on the Sands. Xiro watched him with a smile, even when the sub-king was left alone, and pulled his gaze away only when he realized that one of the other eggs was rocking. The brilliant young dragon kept drawing his gaze, though, and it probably had something to do with the fact that the trader's favourite colour was purple. What purple dragons were like (besides this one), he didn't care -- purple was a great colour, and he wanted to look at it as much as possible.

This, at least, was the sentiment predominating his mind until the purple egg actually cracked open to reveal another, skinny cyan. Weren't greens supposed to be the most common colour...? Xirofel wasn't sure, but that was the way he'd heard it. Oh, well! The more colours the better, right? He, for one, enjoyed seeing all these dragonets hatching, regardless of their individual temperaments.

Yet another cyan appeared, and the trader quirked a brow slightly. Perhaps Dalibor's colour counts were a bit skewed...? Or maybe the greens and pinks just weren't out in force yet. Whatever the case, he followed the new hatchling's progress towards the candidates with a mildly interested expression on his face. By now the initial thrill of the Hatching had dwindled to something less giddy -- a sort of mellow interest, he supposed. Considering that he had no need to honour his family through Impression, he wasn't too worried about being left Standing. Only Fel was here to care, and she'd probably be happier to see him fail, anyway.

Where was his sister, anyway...? Xirofel glanced towards the girls, and found his younger sibling standing just where she'd been before. Well, she wasn't hurt... that was good. She wouldn't thank him if she caught him looking, though, so the trader allowed his gaze to slide past her, just in time to notice the aggressive green Impress to a redhead he didn't know. Good -- she at least wouldn't be wandering around mauling people now.

Green eyes flicked to the second cyan, who was now weaving amongst the candidates. She crooned to Fel (he smiled faintly, seeing it), and then kept going. The candidate followed her progress, wondering where she'd end up, and he grinned at Corian when the cyan stopped in front of the other boy. He lifted his brows, winked conspiratorially, and then watched the hatchling Impress with a smile. There was one that deserved a bit of applause; he clapped for her and her new bonded enthusiastically, and then returned his gaze once more to the two hatchlings left on the Sands: the cyan, and the purple. Both were dawdling; neither, at least, were making any move to hurt anyone.
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Fel watched each of the new hatchlings. The Green appeared to be making a move towards the girls now. Part of her wanted to push it away from her. She had already attacked some of the other Dragons. Fel hoped that she wouldn't come near her and slash her too. She stood her ground though, knowing that if it did come to her it must have a reason. Thankfully it passed over her and to another candidate. Fel wasn't sure whether she was relieved or disappointed. She felt relieved because she wasn't sure she wanted to impress to an angry dragon but also a little disappointed. One more down. She drooped her head a little but still clapped for the new Weyrlings.

A Cyan had hatched and she walked past Fel. The young girl looked up hopefully at the Cyan. The dragon crooned happily and, even though Fel knew she wasn't for her she did feel happy. The elation ran through her body as she thought about how it would feel to be united with another being. She smiled at the Cyan and wished she could tell it thank you as it moved off to the males to impress.

Fel had also just noticed her roommate standing amongst the Candidates. She smiled and subtly waved at the older woman and then looked up into the stands, wondering whether Kidanyr was there. She spotted the tiny girl after a moment and smiled. She'd have to stay friends with Kidanyr. She really liked Lyr and Kidanyr. They were heaps of fun. She looked back at the two Dragonets on the sands. One Cyan and the Purple.

Corian watched the Cyan come closer and wondered whether she was for him. She seemed to call to him in a way that said 'don't worry! There are heaps more!' Corian smiled at the little Dragon and then watched as she moved off to impress one of the boys. Corian then noticed Day Defender standing amongst the candidates. He waved furiously not believing that he'd missed his fellow Defender! He continued to wave happily but then looked back at the Dragons.

Why did he keep losing focus!? Bad Corian!! Stop looking at other things. He scolded himself a little and frowned in intense concentration at the remaining eggs and Dragons on the sands. He had to impress so he could tell the Cyan thank you and be a Weyrling with E'kiel! He so badly wanted to be a Weyrling with all his friends. He wanted to find the other part of him too!
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Eggs hatched at a swift clip. Anticipation stretched time, but Qosis' thoughts ran a little too earthly to be taken in by the giddy distortion. As new dragonets emerged, moved out or lingered, he fell into the emotionally easy process of accounting each passage to Impression. The Hatching could be happily taken as a dull affair.

A short ways to his right, an egg exploded.

Bits of turquoise shell stuck to a patchy orange neighbor, and a small Cyan launched herself toward the male Candidates. Qosis did not have to move as she struck past him at an angle, though he tipped his head to follow the snake-lines her dragging tail drew on the ground. Each furrow shimmered with excess fluids from her egg, but eventually the sheen evaporated. The Cyan went to another unusually tall fellow that Qosis nonetheless held no special account of. He noticed Lokien when he glanced back, and found the healer unchanged by the circumstances; stalwart as always. His pose was a little formal, but at least the Journeyman seemed relaxed.

The Impression sealed Ni'on into his new life. Qosis returned to awaiting his, still pleased in deep in his blood that every dragonet thus far possessed the necessary sanity to contribute to the Weyr. From the corner of his eye he detected a rough, muscular green shape. The peripheral distortion made the silhouette almost mangled, and Qosis' thoughts died of cut throats while his focus moved frantically to the ghost.

He instantly identified the bulky green from earlier. And Tasia. Tasia looking over and smirking like she had won some victory over him. Dragonrider. Fighter. Qosis barely got out a reply of gritting his teeth and furrowing his eyebrows together above his nose before she twisted away to the feed pit. She was gone.

Clearing her from his mind only required a turn back to the eggs. He felt the humming of dragons catch in his chest, and rumble there beside his heart.
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Aidan continued to watch the eggs closely. A spring green dragon tumbled out of its egg. Aidan wouldn't have guessed that a Green would be in a yellow and red egg, but she was a rather pretty dragon, he thought, for all her bulk. Bulky even at such a small size...But she went over to the girls, showing off. Aidan watched her antics with a small smile. She didn't look as mean as the Green from earlier.

His attention was drawn back by another egg rocking in his peripheral vision. This one was vibrant purple, and when it broke open, a Purple dragon stepped out. A Sub-King. Aidan looked at him, wondering what the little Sub-King would do. He liked purple, but he wasn't sure a purple dragon would Impress him. Especially since the Purple seemed to prefer the females. Well, that was odd. Did Kings Impress to females, even Sub-Kings? He tried to remember. The hatchling didn't seem to be intent on Impressing, though...just...what was he doing? Showing off for girls? Why would he do that? Aidan shrugged. Maybe Xiro could explain later. He paused. If they were together after tonight. Biting his lip, Aidan forced the thought away. They'd always be friends, he told himself firmly. And brothers.

The Green, though, was ignoring her brother. In fact...yes, she'd found Hers! Aidan knew the girl by sight, though he didn't know her too well. She was called Larka, and she was a sort-of acquaintance, so he clapped harder for Larka than he had for the others. Maybe he'd get to know her better later. He'd be trying to make more friends. And her Green did seem nice.

The Iron commanded Aidan's attention again. Actually, he seemed to be commanding everyone's attention, Aidan thought...at least the boys, since he was coming over to them. Aidan held his breath, though he doubted the Iron would take him. He wasn't too disappointed, then, when the Iron Impressed to yet another boy Aidan didn't know.

The boy, however, seemed to be disappointed...or shocked. His cry, admitting that he was gay, turned not just a few heads, Aidan's included. He shrugged it off. Well...that was the Iron and his Rider's problem now. 'Gay' or not didn't matter to Aidan in the least. What did he care about sexuality, at eleven? Nothing. He didn't even know what he was. His dragon might.

Then the Cyan Impressed. Aidan thought the girl was named Tani, Tana, something like that. He clapped for the Ironrider and for the girl who had just Impressed, and continued to watch, deeply interested.

Xiro wasn't paying any mind to him, Aidan noticed dimly. That stung a bit. But he could understand. Fel was there, and so was Qosis. "Sorry, Xiro," Aidan whispered, just loud enough for his roommate to hear. He'd be more circumspect with his wording when those two were around from now on.

Two more Cyans hatched in quick succession. They were different, Aidan sensed. One seemed cold, the other warm. He liked the second one better. There were definitely a lot of Cyans, Aidan mused. Not that it was a bad thing. Cyan was a pretty color. "Xiro, look how many Cyans there are. Do you like them?" Aidan asked.

He barely noticed as the temperamental green Impressed, but dutifully clapped, his mind still on the Cyans. He watched as the smaller, nice one Impressed to a boy, and clapped for it. What would be next? He waited, a little impatiently, to see. The night hadn't stood still, and Aidan was, to his chagrin, starting to get tired. He rubbed his eyes. He would stay awake. He would. It would be disrespectful to fall asleep, here on the Sands. Besides, it wasn't that late yet. Was it? He didn't really know how much time had passed. What would happen next? He leaned back into Xiro's side.

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Corian watched as the egg next to the big egg began hatching. Corian's eyes lingered briefly on that gigantic egg. It was HUGE! It must have contained some massive dragon! As the pieces of the pink egg fell apart an Orange spilled onto the sands. She sure was pretty but unless Corian was hiding something from everyone in the Weyr and himself she was definitely not for him. He smiled a little at the thought. He spotted the Purple sitting and sulking by himself and felt a wave of sadness for the poor guy. He just wanted loooove! Could people not give him that!? Corian smiled a little as the Purple seemed to perk up instantly and meander his way over to the Orange.

Apparently she was absolutely not interested in him. She seemed to move off to the Blue whom, Corian realised somewhat belatedly, had hatched at the same time at the Orange. Corian smiled at the antics of the three Dragons on the sands and looked about a moment. There were still rather a lot of candidates left on the Sands. Fortunately, there were also quite a number of eggs left to hatch. Phew! Not to mention the ones still on the sands. The Purple looked so dejected again! How horrible! The poor Purple. Still... Corian found it all rather hilarious. He suppressed another laugh and pressed his hand to his mouth.

Suddenly he was being shoved around by something. He looked down to see the Blue sniffing him and examining him. His heart lifted momentarily but there was no sign of him impressing to the Blue. He felt a little rejected as it moved off to the females and impressed there. He sighed and clapped but then noticed what the Purple was doing. Aw, he was... Doing something very strange to a Cyan. Well... At lease he wasn't biting them or something... He was prodded over by the Cyan and moved off to the Orange.

The Orange seemed to comfort him a little while but then wandered off to find Hers. She impressed to the candidate that had been knocked down and impressed to her. Corian clapped happily for the female. Things were looking up for her at least! The Purple was stomping his way over to the group of male candidates. Corian eyed the dragon with some caution. He didn't seem to be the type to go on a rampage. Thank Faranth. He walked through the play fight between the Cyans and Corian felt for him when he received the glare. He'd probably been trying to help, really. He didn't seem nefarious. He did seem lonely.

He wandered his way through the boys and Corian watched him with fascination. He felt the Hatchling rub past his leg and then pause before turning back to him. A moment later the Purple circled around him and Corian heard something every candidate dreamed of.

You won't reject your Shirath, will you C'ianMine? Because those other losers all did. But whatever, we're way better than them, aren't we? We don't need anyone else. Unless they want to. If you know someone that wants us, we should go talk to them. Well? Do you?!

He stared at the Purple in shock.
Oh great... I did choose a loser

C'ian laughed at that and shook his head.
I know so many people who would be interested in you! Let's go find E'kiel! Oh wait. He's gone to the infirmary. Maybe we can find that Iron who took your fancy.
No, no, no, no he rejected me. He's already lucked out. Shirath huffed, He's never going to know what he's missed. Too bad for him. We will find someone who's not so stupid. But first. If you love me you would feed me.
C'ian smiled at the Dragonling and nodded. He hugged the Purple a little as they made their way off the Sands towards the meat.

As they walked towards their meat they passed the Iron and his new rider. Shirath flicked his tail near the Iron's hind legs and turned to look at him with an almost coy expression.
He'll miss me.
C'ian could only laugh and offer an apologetic smile to the Weyrling and his Iron. He took a seat and began tossing meat into Shirath's mouth convinced he was dreaming.
ëLoíí came the small voice at his elbow. Sebolaren peered down half expecting to stare into the whirling faceted eyes of a dragonetóand instead met the blue eyes of a very young boy. He had seen Xirofel interacting with this boy throughout the course of the hatching, sometimes as if siblingsówere they? He would rather ask the trader than make an assumption, especially with such a young spirit, he wouldnít want to cause any harm or hurt feelings. StillÖhe found his heart going out to the lad as Aidan moved closerógravitating toward him like a foal to its mare.

It seemed instinctual to him. He took note of what caused the boy to seek comfort, a dragonet hatching: So he was left alone now, and probably quite nervous. He seemed hardy enough a ladóand Impression would surely make him more self reliant and brave. Though Sebol had not expected to find himself the fixation of such a young Candidate, he certainly wouldnít push the boy away and force him to stand alone. Besides, he had dealt with beasts far more emotional than Aidan seemed.

Sebolaren watched the Black pass him from the corner of his eye, but gave the boy in front of him a smile. ì ëello Aidan, I am Sebolaren, or Sebol.î He kept his voice a low earthy baritone, allowing it to carry for the boyís ears aloneówanting to remain reverent to the ceremony, the Golden mother, and those who had come to witness the Hatching. ìAnd I am acquainted with Xiro.î The newly-hatched Blue followed in the clawmarks of his Black brother and also passed them in his search for the one who would fly with him.

Sebolís attention snapped back into focus as he heard the young boy speak aloud; far louder than he might have in the given situation, and his eyes instinctively flashed to the Queen dragon. ìThere are plenty of eggs left, Aidan,î he said softly, giving the boy an encouraging smile before continuing. ìI do not think you will be separated from Xiro for long. Youíll have to tell me what his dragon named himóyouíll most likely Impress before I doÖî he trailed off into contemplation and then gave the youngster a wink. ìAs for colour, I am not sure, but he will be yours forever, yes?î
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Aidan nodded, pressing closeer to Sebol. "Xiro's Xiro'el, now, I heard him say it," Aidan explained to Sebol. "Still Xiro, though." Taking his cue from the older boy, he had lowered his voice, glancing at the gold Queen to be sure he hadn't upset her. If there's one thing he'd learned during this Hatching, it was not to mess with Callistath.

"His dragon's Tigreath. She's pretty." Aidan's voice was wistful as he whispered his observations to the older boy. "She'll be good for Xiro, and Xiro'll be good for her, too, though. And she can protect him from Fel and Qosis, and make them go away." Aidan was still sour on that point. Fel had hurt his Xiro.

"Fel might be his real sister, but she didn't act like it," Aidan added angrily. "She was mean to him and hurt him, and Qosis was mean, too." Aidan frowned. "I wouldn't be that way to my brother and sisters. Xiro's my first friend here and my roommate...well, was my roommate..." Aidan turned despairing eyes on Sebol. "And he's like my brother, but she hurt him and Qosis was mean, too. Tigreath will look after him, though. Won't she?" He hoped the older boy could reassure him on that point. Leaning into Sebol's side, Aidan turned his gaze back to the Hatching Sands.
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Inali's jaw dropped as the largest egg in the clutch split open revealing a madness of limps and heads. Two! There were two tans in there! Not one to normally show this much emotion, Inali couldn't put in back inside away from sight, this was simply too shocking. They were beautiful, one light with darker spots and the other completely opposite. Not only that, but their personalities were opposites as well. The lighter one seemed to be more resurved and introverted while the darker one was more out going. Well, didn't that remind the candidate of a certain pair of sisters.

Eyeing her older sibling in the stands again, Inali watched as Abetzi's jaw dropped too. In fact it seemed as if everyone was shocked at the sudden appearance of the two sub-queens. Hopfeully neither would between though. Tearing her focus away from the tans, Inali watched as the two cyans started chasing after one another. Already broken out of her icy shell, it wasn't long before the candidate found herself outright laughing. This wasn't like her! Inali's eyes widened at her apparent feelings. She was better than this, more poised, more disciplined!

Shaking herself mentally, the other part of Inali told her to shut it and get over herself. She was a child, she was 15, she should be able to have fun and laugh when she wanted to! Finally giving in for what was the first time in months, Inali laughed even more as Callistath interupted her two daughters. Sulking, the cyans went to the candidates to impress. Done with those two now, Inali watched the funny black and a newer blue. It seemed to be there turn now, and soon they too wandered over to the candidates. Some of the hatchlings even passed by Inali. Though none entered her thoughts.

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Larka widened her eyes and was taken aback by Darcy's visious side. Oiloath, sensing Hers' distress hissed at the blue and his rider. Fine! It doesn't matter to me what you think. You're just jealous of Mine and me! Yes, that's right, you're just jealous. Hurt, Larka blinked and bit her lip gently. Not everyone can see the amazingness in us LarkaMine. We shall go then to someone else who can.....HIM! There even is one of my sisters. Oh, and look others are there too!

Turning away from the weyrling, Larka sighed. Alright Oiloath, lead me over. It turned out to be the weyrling formally known as Niton. "Hello." Though they hadn't met for long, the girl had been part of his group during the fishing tournement. "What's her name?" Larka looked down at the cyan who was with the boy. There were others around too, though Larka felt a bit uncomfortable to aknowledge them as well. She didn't know them, and after the incident with Darcy the weyrling was feeling a bit insecure.

Oh, now, now LarkaMine! You should look up and smile more. You're pretty when you smile, not thatyou aren't pretty at any time. You're always beautiful to me, just like I am to you, am I not? Well, no need to answer that, I already know the answer! Shaking out her wings, the green pranced forward to her siblings that had gathered with Theirs. Hello all! I am Oiloath, and this is LarkaMine! You can all be happy now, for I am here! Now, who are all of you? Oiloath looked over the little group of asembled dragonets with a scrutinizing eye. Oh, that one is nice LarkaMine! That one too, not that one so much, though I do suppose it's not horrible. Shaking her head, Larka sighed. At least Oiloath was keeping that part quiet.
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Rayna grinned cheerfully when Zane started rather obviously upon noticing the goldrider. The slightest of smiles touched her face as Rayna gave a little wave. Zane was rather silly, Rayna thought with an internal snort. Sure, she didn't seem like she'd be much help in the future, but people could definitely surprise someone, even Rayna. And anyways, Rayna was having a bit of fun. Was there anything wrong with that? She almost felt bad for the bluerider, who always seemed so startled by the sight of Rayna. It was adorable, in an odd wayQ. And perhaps it would help for Rayna to be seen hanging around blueriders instead of, say, a kingrider or something. One never knew.

Settling herself next to Zane, Rayna offered the weyrling an amiable smile and answered her, "I'm glad to hear that our meeting was as memorable to you as it was to me, miss Zane." And maybe she was laying the flattery on a bit thick. She couldn't really tell if it was working, though. People's emotions weren't Rayna's forte. The future was. The future and everything that came along with it. Who cared about the present when the future was on the line? The present was nothing more than a stepping stone into the future. So why bother with emotions?

Or that was Rayna's logic, anyways. And it did make things easier for Rayna to deal with things that way.

An Iron Hatched, and with that, the Hatching began. Dragonets sprawled across the Sands, Impressing quickly. Or so it felt to Rayna. Without being down there on the hot Sands, waiting for a dragon of her own, it made the Hatching go by much faster. Rayna clapped enthusiastically for each Impression, happy for every Candidate that got themselves a dragon. She did, however, wince at the late arrival of the Candidate. "Shardit, didn't they pay attention to the fact that no Queen is going to take kindly to late arrivals?" Rayna turned towards Zane, wincing quietly. Though she was glad that Callistath hadn't killed the Candidate, Rayna had to admit that late Candidates made the entire Weyr look bad in the present, which could hurt them in the future. Which was bad. Even though most Weyrs had late Candidates, or so Rayna figured, it would still reflect badly upon Dalibor as a whole. Fort was simply looking for a reason to be unhappy with Dalibor.

Rayna turned towards Zane with a smile, "I remember when I Impressed Couineth... It's the most amazing feeling ever." Rayna inclined her head, "I take it that's Panith, then?" Rayna glanced at the blue, her smile widening, "Hello, good Panith. Your Zane is quite the lovely young lady." She didn't expect the blue to respond to her, but Rayna figured that it would be polite of her to adress the blue, considering she had been talking amiably with the blue's rider for quite a while by then.

Couineth shot Zane a rather nasty look, red filling her gaze as the weyrling moved closer to Hers. Stupid, self-centered Weyrling! It isn't faiiiiiir. She's steaaaaaling Miiiiine! It's not faiiiiiiiiiiiiiir! Huffing angrily, Couineth stared angrily down at the Sands, sulking rather obviously. She would have thrown a tantrum if the attention of just about everyone in the Weyr hadn't been focused on the Sands, which wasn't fair at aaaaaaall. Couineth neeeeeeeded to be the focus of attention to be on heeeeeer. It wasn't faiiiiiir. But there was nothing to be gained from a tantrum when there was no one watching her beautiful hiiiiide.

Glancing at Couineth when the gold's private words reached her, Rayna narrowed her eyes slightly. Couineth, no one's stealing me. I'm simply preparing for the future. Rayna informed the gold, speaking the truth as she saw it.

But the future doesn't maaaaaaaatter. It's the present that's impooooortant. And you're being selfish and neglecting meeeeeeee! Couineth whined loudly, flicking her tail and glowering at Hers as well as a dragon could.

Rayna shook her head, smiling just a bit at Couineth before turning back to Zane. I'll oil you later. It'll make your hide pretty! And with that shameless bit of bribery that sated Couineth for the moment, Rayna refocused on the Hatching and on Zane. Her gaze darted towards the Sands for a moment and Rayna tilted her head slightly, "Look, two tans! They . . . both Hatched from the big egg?" Rayna had missed their Hatching while dealing with Couineth and wasn't sure where the two Tans had come from. That was bad on her part, for it might get back to Avalle that she missed the Hatching of two important colors - and new mutations, no less.

Oh. Momentarily distracted from her feeding, Unath released the ragged stump of her current treat. Her shimmering eyes, still rolling the sluggish rainbows of Impression, took on a bright green overlay that stamped out the previously dominant reds of hunger. Her head wobbled up its entire height on a perfectly straightened neck. Ohhhhhhh, she elaborated, then dipped her jaws back down to see if she could sneak the remainder of the meat from what was hopefully a slackened hand. Q'sis was still holding tight. His permanently olive-colored eyes tracked the alien patterns drifting across hers.

"What is it?" he asked, and allowed Unath to finish off the tail-end of the scrap. She had grown thick with the weight of the accumulated meal, and stumbled forward a step in her half-hearted attempts to sabotage the bucket. Q'sis adjusted his position, seating himself on the less heated earth-- though he kept the cloth of his robe carefully pinned beneath him. His blood-soaked Unath crawled over his lap and slugged her neck and chest against his, wilting against the firm support of his body. She now accepted meat in his preferred small portions without struggling, inner eyelids waxing white towards the center of her facets. One of her presently small forepaws rose up and closed its digits against the fabric riding his collarbone, and Unath held on to the ball of cloth while Q'sis continued to feed her. She had been drawn into enough of a stupor to forget his question, so he asked again.

Someone was talking to me, she revealed with a resurgence of astonishment. In my head. Q'sis did not respond to that, so Unath let her awareness meander out to the source of the earlier greeting. Hello, the Tan replied, her voice a little dissonant, like she was trying to speak in two pitches at once. I would talk more but my mouth is full. Her communication did not pass unnoticed, and Q'sis lifted his head to stare across the feeding pit at Delilah. His only display of suspicion lay in his prolonged gaze, but eventually he lowered his chin slightly in acknowledgment. He did not know her, but at least she was not laughing.
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Nara just gave Valha a weak smile as she lead her Tan away. Mith, the dragonet's name was. Pretty name, Nara mused silently. She glanced back over to the Pinks prancing about, raising a dark brow at them. They amused her a bit, but her attention was soon drawn by the Green as soon as she hatched. Nara grinned as she watched the Green's antics, her green eyes sparkling. She watched as the Green as she pranked poor Fel, grimacing a bit. No, that wouldn't do. Then the Green walked around, and stopped right in front of her. Nara's jaw dropped slightly. The Green was looking at her.

Come on, NaraevhynMine, be happy! Your Simhath is here and we're going to have soooo much fun! We can play games. I love games! But only nice games! I don't want to be mean to anyone, okay, Mine? Nara blinked. The Green was speaking to her. The Green called her NaraevhynMine, and... Oh Faranth. She had Impressed. Nara's face lit up with joy and she hugged Simhath, wrapping her long, gangly arms lightly around the Green's neck, falling to her knees as she moved. Her boys, back in the barracks, sent her confusion. The brown and blue flitters felt something, but had no clue what.

"I have friends for you to play games with, Simhath," Nara said to the Green. "I shall introduce you to them once you are fed. Come on, lovely. I bet you are hungry now, yes? We will play games, yes, a lot of games. And no, we shall not be mean. I am rarely mean to anyone, only when provoked. I bet you know that, do you not? You should apologize to the girl you teased, though. That little game hurt her. You can do it after you eat." Nara shook a finger at Simhath, then looked up to where her father and F'reki were standing. She looked happy and proud. She waved to her father, then led the Green out to the feeding area. Simhath followed her, head held high, looking at the dragonets eating their fill.

Friends! Simhath said, trilling as she and Nara headed to a bucket of food. She stretched langorously, like a cat, and shook her head as if to fluff out a nonexistent mane. She sat down next to Nara, who waved to Valha, Calmera, Z'dyn, and Tana.

"Valha! She is Simhath," Nara said, gesturing to her green. Simhath lifted her head proudly. "I told you a Green would find me. And... yes, you were right. I did Impress today." Nara started feeding Simhath as she gazed fondly at her bonded, a bright smile on her face. Their curiosity finally getting the better of them, Nara's pair of flitters blinked into existence next to her, chirping curiously. Ranulf landed on her head, and Kraka wrapped himself around her neck. "Simhath, these are our friends. The blue on my head is Ranulf, the brown around my neck is Kraka. They shall play games with you as well." Ranulf chirped inquiringly, then clambered down Nara's arm to take the chunk of meat from her. He started trying to pre-chew it for Simhath, which confused the Green and made Nara giggle. "Just give it to her, Ranulf, she can chew it herself." Ranulf flapped over to Simhath's head and offered her the meat. Simhath opened her mouth and Ranulf just tossed the meat right on in there.

I like him, NaraevhynMine! He plays! Simhath said, chewing her meat delicately. Ranulf chirped encouragingly and started grooming her. Kraka lifted his head and watched the blue and Green curiously.

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Naras watched raptly as the Green started approaching the girls, gripping F'reki's arm.

"Is the Green going for-- what is she doing? Oh that's mean. Did you see that?" The Harper asked. "Oh! Oh look! She's gone for Nara! HA! WHOO! That's my girl!" He applauded noisily as Nara knelt and hugged Simhath. "Oh, I need to find that dragon's name. I have never seen her that happy, F'reki of Blue Girieth. Thank you so much for this." Naras smiled at Girieth. "And thank you for finding her, noble Blue." Naras smiled brightly. "Aaah, what a wonderful day. What a wonderful day."
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Oh the Pinks were so interesting! A trio of sisters that were so alike yet so different. Lyr's tastes wandered closer to the light colors. She was a fan of pastels. Soft neutral colors. The paler hides were far more appealing to her. Plus the darker Pink seemed a bit mean. Though after observing her Lyr had to retract that thought. She didn't seem intentionally mean. Perhaps a bit overbearing though. Lyr knew that feeling well. Some had told her that she too was a bit overbearing.

She tilted her head a bit as the darker Pink set off to the candidates, only to retreat when she saw her siblings did not follow. It was obvious some mental chatter occurred and soon the Spotted lighter Pink strode forward. With that the darker Pink turned to the boys. The spotted one soon found Hers among the girls. Lyr wondered what she was like, who she was. Perhaps she would get to know the trio in the future. To learn how truly different they were.

The darker Pink was a bit slower though. She took enough time for another to break out onto the sands. Another Green! Lyr watched this new dragonet, trying to learn what she could of her with simple observance. She was pretty, with darker parts highlighting her light form. From what Lyr could tell, she was friendly, she held none of the malice nor stubbornness of her previous sisters. Nor did she have that slight motherly sense Lyr had got from the first Green.

She cocked her head a bit as she set her eyes on her Black-blue brother. He looked to her and moped a bit more, thought she didn't give up. Lyr smiled a bit at this show of sibling love. She was glad the Green was trying to help him, despite his resistance. During this though, the darker Pink had found hers. Lyr clapped and nodded, she did not know this boy either. But still she hoped they fit well.

The pale Pink seemed scared. Lyr wished she could tell her that there was nothing wrong! No one would hurt her. None of the dragonets on the sands looked vicious in the least. The Black-blue was big, but he was not vicious looking, just stoic. The Green all the while was content to revel in the eyes of the Candidates, which also made Lyr laugh a bit. She was cute. The Pink's sudden action surprised Lyr quite a bit. She wouldn't have thought the pink was that courageous. The Green saw fit to lead her sister to the Candidates, and the Pink soon impressed.

As Lyr clapped for the new pair, she saw the Blue spill onto the sands. Ah another boy! So there were two boys on the sands now, and the Green. The Blue was odd, to say the least. His polka-dotted hide wasn't something she would expect on a Dragon. He also seemed rather... Spacy. Of course Lyr wouldn't make too many assumptions. Just the way he laid there was quite odd.

As the Green posed in front of Fel, Lyr prepared to congratulate the girl, but it wasn't meant to be. She moved off, finding another girl among the candidates and Impressing to her. Lyr sighed softly and gave her a sympathetic look. That wasn't very nice of the Green. Perhaps Lyr had not read her right.

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Q'sis' look was met with a steady glance back. Tasia would not back down before him. She regarded the Tan a bit, with a slight look of confusion. What about him had drawn her to him? It made little sense to Tasia. She would congratulate him, in time that, but for now she was content just sitting with Ercuth.

Who is that Mine? Why do you stare? Ercuth demanded, flicking her tongue out with slight disgust. She had seen that frown, even if Hers had ignored it. He did not like her. Her tail thrashed a bit. She was the only one allowed to dislike people! Reaching over she picked the meat from Tasia's hands, chewing up the meat as quickly as possible before swallowing it roughly.

He is a... Friend. She had to figure out what her relationship with him was. It was, at the base, a messed up friendship. One based one one upping each other. She laughed a bit as Ercuth send a tendril of confusion to her. Tasia couldn't explain it properly. Reached out, she ran her fingers down her Green's muzzle, tapping her lightly on the nose.
Ask her what her name is.

What? No. I don't want to speak to her. Ercuth balked at the idea. Why should she ask? The redhead was quite capable of asking her own questions. She could tell Tasia wasn't going to that that for an answer. The woman's brow furrowed a bit as she picked up another chunk of meat, popping it into the toothy maw of her new partner.
Ask her what her name is Ercuth. I would rather not deal with his attitude at the moment. As elated as Tasia was, she knew Q'sis would have issue with her Impressing a green.

Ercuth hugged. She did not want to! She snarled and stamped, finally giving Tasia a glare.
Fine. Rustling her wings a bit, she turned to face Q'sis and the Tan he was feeding. She watched as she ate for a moment before projecting to the dragonet.
Your name. Tell me your name. Mine wants to know. Her words were sharp and held a faint growl to them. She wouldn't bother with greetings or pleasantries. Ercuth was to the point, she would not converse with others too often if she could help it.
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« Reply #178 Yesterday at 10:37pm »
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Swallowing down the last bit of his meat, finally concentrating enough to swallow what he needed to curb his appetite, he could definitely eat more, but that would come later. Right now he needed to make sure that all the of his brothers and sisters were in line. That everything was correct. Several had been hurt, and he needed to check up on them, needed to check up on all of them, even the ones he thought were idiots. Pfft, what was he thinking? All of them were idiots, and they all needed guidance, and a watchful eye. Him and his W'lin would become that watchful eye. Pausing for a moment, Chyurath looked at the boy, barely a man in front of him, and knew that he wanted to go and talk to others, but that his own stubbornness and bite kept him from doing so. He was looking out at some of the hatchlings that were cuddling up to their bonded, chatting with them constantly, and making lots of talk with everyone else.

Perhaps he could have done that, but he needed to go out and make rounds first. The fact that one of his siblings had gone and had their kind of fun by hurting some of the newly hatched, required his concentration immediately. Mayhaps Chyurath could go and find this rider that was taking up a good chunk of the boys mind, even if a lot of it went with immediately snubbing it out, or trying to think of something else. Or maybe he could go and find a flower for him, not that he cared that his W'lin was feeling lonely. Well, he cared, but it wasn't as important as other things. Shaking his head back and forth quickly, he didn't know how much of those thoughts and emotions W'lin got, but by the way the boy hadn't yet said anything, he was sure that it wasn't a lot. They may have been a whole, but they were still separate. As was very obvious with a lot of things. W'lin, I have to check on my ignorant siblings. I'm finished with food for now. Why not go and... make conversation with some of the less stupid ones? Like... nope, they all look pretty idiotic. Go and congratulate one of them. Go before I have to go find and drag your H'to in here...

Chyurath felt as if he had gotten back at his when he saw that W'lin's face turned to a dark red color, almost as dark as the blood left in the half eaten bucket. Looking around at all the others, he tried to think which would be the worst to deal with right off the bat, and finally decided on the pink who had gotten her leg bitten. She was almost glowing with excitement for every new person she saw. Hopefully that would be a quick check, and he could go and find the black that had gotten bitten, and check on him as well. He was sure to be equally as annoying. All would be seen to though, even if that meant a quick glance over of both hatchling and weyrling, and then off to the next. It was important to keep all his wherry's in a row.

W'lin though, was left with a blush, and a curse, and blood covered hands. Reaching up to try and brush his hair back, it left a streak of blood over his face. Noticing the red, he made a face, and wiped it onto his impression robes. He wouldn't be needing them anymore, so who cared if they got ruined. Of course... now that he didn't need them, he sure wished that he had some actual clothes to change into, something with sleeves. With Chyurath no longer next to him, he felt bare, felt like his scars were more pronounced, his arm was thinner than usual, and that he was several inches shorter than he actually was. His discomfort would make for a short temper that would most likely go off at any time. Was it wise to go and try to socialize?

He felt Chyurath's answer to that, that yes, it was, that he must suffer through ignorance in hopes of... something. W'lin really did want to go talk to someone, but his lack of friendliness, and his general dismissal of forming friendships was putting him at a severe disadvantage. He could have followed his Iron, and gone talk to Delilah, but she seemed preoccupied. Everyone seemed busy, even Chyurath was busy. Keeping his eyes trained on the entrance instead, he saw a very interesting picture walk in. Wasn't that Qosis? Well, his name wasn't Qosis anymore, was it? No, the big man had impressed... had impressed a tan, a sub-queen.

Immediately W'lin was thinking about Qosis' comment to try and get him into a boat onto the water, that even girls were doing it, and he had to wonder what was going through his mind right now. Not even laughing, he just stared. This hatching was full of interesting things, men impressing to usually female only dragons, homosexuals impressing to Kings. What else was in the cards? Seeing the other tan, he let out a low whistle, that's what was in the cards, huh? Twin tans? He felt relief come from Chyurath, and was curious.

The man, Qosis, has impressed a sub-queen. You should be happy, you were worried before about flight. Now, when she flies, I will catch her, so you can rest easy about being a homosexual.

Sputtering, while his eyes went wide, he immediately looked at Chyurath, and saw the dragon staring back at him, as if this was a simple fix. W'lin didn't know if the iron was ignoring the information, or just thought it was as simple as that. It probably would be during the time, but after... No! Chyurath! he's the one! He'd kill me! It's not! That's not!!! He tried to kill me! He will kill me!!!

He didn't try to kill you W'lin, I'm sure he just wanted to fish with you. If your memory is correct, he seems to hold little regard for women, perhaps he enjoys a man's company more. Besides, I won't let you die, you are a touch less insufferable than anyone else. Go congratulate him.

No!! Aggravation poured off of Chyurath as W'lin refused to do as he was told, the Iron was finally to the pink, and was looking at her closely. To see if her leg was alright. He didn't speak to her yet, hoping to avoid vapid conversation with her. W'lin instead, turned to the person closest to him, not knowing who it was, or what they were like, just that they weren't the drowner.

"Congratulations."That wasn't so hard, okay, maybe a little.

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Whether or not Xirofel was crazy was a debatable point, but he certainly had no trouble sliding right into the other boy's game. This was an adventure, and it did not matter that it was imaginary and that there were no actual brigands. Madly grinning, Xiro attacked the air some more, just as his companion was doing, and raised his voice to a level that indicated no, he did not care if people heard him. "Away, brigands! You'll not take us alive!"

Lakeeti had decided that her human was going a bit stir-crazy, and flopped on the ground, resting her head on her paws. Sighing, she twitched her tail, and then jerked back, startled, when something small and blue appeared to stare at her. Its happy flutterings around her head made the canine growl softly, and when it landed on her she rose to her feet and shook herself violently. And then, naturally, it started zipping around her head again, and Lacky snapped at it. How annoying of the creature! It did spice this up, but it was also exceedingly irritating.

Overwhelmed? Yes, they were! Xiro gave a shout of defiance, lashing out against the invisible attackers for all he was worth. Blades flashed in the sunlight; the scent of blood and death hung in the air. He wouldn't be added to the growing pile of bodies around their feet! "Keep fighting!" he roared, fighting off an opponent before being forced to fall back next to his ally. Sort of, anyway; they were being separated by the brigands and Xirofel fought to get back to his fellow defender.

Wait, from the lake? The trader glanced back, and then decided that he couldn't fight a battle on two fronts. Cutting his losses, he retreated through the battle until he was standing back-to-back with his ally, holding off the lakeside enemies. Slashing at them, he released another battle cry, but there were too many, and they were pressing in on himself and his fellow defender. So much for not being taken alive, if they were in the mood for prisoners!

"Back, fiends!" Another slash, jab, twist to parry an incoming blade. But they were pressing in closer, and he and his ally were surrounded on all sides now! Shards, this was not going to end well no matter what the outcome!
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There was no way to hold them back! All their training could be for naught against foes such as these. An attack from all fronts could only be defended for so long even if he hadn't told Cirrus to run. Corian could not allow them to get to the eggs though! They had to protect the Weyr at all costs! He felt Day Defender retreat towards him. At least their backs were covered... There was only so much they could do here! He gritted his teeth but then saw something that made his blood run cold.

How could they have come from the lake without it!? He was so foolish! He had led Day Defender into a sure slaughter. He had been so stupid. His eyes widened a little and he was knocked to the ground. Corian stared up at the nemesis of all good people. The one who could destroy their whole way of life. Corian couldn't move for fear of being skewered. His eyes narrowed.
"Skull Abandoner." He breathed dramatically.

He was pulled to his feet by a blue hue. In reality it was the Blue Flitt who had scampered away from the canine to take some interest in what was happening with His. The Flitt hovered about and looked between the two boys trying to decide which of them was more interesting to him. He flew at the two of them and then landed on Corian's shoulder before taking off again.

The Skull Abandoner had struck! Corian was frozen in place. The magic then went to land on Day Defender. The Skull Abandoner surveyed them with interest no doubt trying to decide whether they were of any use to his nefarious means. All fighting had stopped and a circle surrounded the two defenders of the Weyr. The Skull Abondoner laughed at them and seemed to melt from their vision for a moment. But Corian could move nowhere!

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Re: Attention, Atenna! (Cathaline, Sakky)
« Reply #10 on May 31, 2011, 1:09pm »

Aidan looked up as Xiro entered. "Xiro!" His usage of the trader's accent disappeared at once. "Xiro, you're here..." He was definitely glad his roommate and friend was all right. "I'm glad you're here. And...er..."

He shuffled his feet. "I heard you say it," he told the older boy. "You said that, and I remembered it. And...and I was angry. And scared. I just thought..." He didn't know what he'd thought, entirely. "That you disappeared again. But you're here," he said happily.

Wrapping his roommate in a tight hug, Aidan pressed close to the older boy. "I'm glad you didn't go away, Xiro. Thank you for coming back. I'm sorry." He pressed his face into Xiro's tunic. "You came back. You're safe." Aidan breathed in Xiro's scent. "Safe." He was very relieved.

Looking up, Aidan thought to add, "Sorry for talking like that, Atenna. But look, Xiro's safe. And Lacky, too, of course." Aidan gave the canine a pat, glad to see she, too, was safe and well. "I'm glad."

He sat down on a hay bale, kicking his legs against it. "I'll just be happy to get to the Hatching, when it's time. I hope we both Impress, don't you, Xiro? Atenna, what do you think we'll Impress?" he asked her, then finally stopped his nervous, relieved chatter so his questions might be answered.
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Re: Attention, Atenna! (Cathaline, Sakky)
« Reply #11 Yesterday at 12:01am »

Atenna smiled in utter relief when Xirofel arrived. Good! He and Aidan could make up and be friends again - brothers, in fact - and then perhaps someone could take her through the entire tale one more time so she understood properly. "You should've gone to the infirmary," she told Xirofel, though without a hint of reproach in her tone. "And you have nothing to apologize for, Aidan. I'm always here when you need me." Even if he wasn't entirely coherent, although admittedly part of her lack of understanding was her desire to see the good in all people - and that included Fel and Qosis.

The smile vanished when she noticed that Lacky was growling at the pile of hay that presumably still hid poor Verity. "Lacky, no!" she exclaimed, diving forward and gently tugging Verity out of her hiding place - not hard, since the still-wounded canine couldn't flee in terror. Standing up, Atenna cuddled her pup to her chest. "Poor baby," she crooned to Verity. Seemed Atenna had taken to pet ownership like a pillie to water.

Not lifting her eyes from Verity, since she was eyeballing her to ensure she was all right, Atenna said, "I really don't know much about the colors, and there are so many newer ones here. I'm sure whatever you both Impress will be absolutely perfect, though."
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Re: Attention, Atenna! (Cathaline, Sakky)
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Xirofel grinned mechanically at Atenna when she scolded him rather heatlessly for not going to the infirmary. A shrug lifted his shoulders, and he pushed his hands a bit defensively into his pockets. "Nah, I'm fine. I've been taken care of." He did not mention that the person who'd taken care of him had taken great joy in withholding the numbweed. No way was he going to mention that. It didn't even matter that much -- he had worse things to deal with.

Aidan's words didn't erase the grin from the trader's face, but the expression felt even more false. He didn't want to deal with his roommate right now, not when the boy was so easily cheered up. Normally that was Xiro, too: quick to bounce back and return the smile to his face. How he wished it could be so now.

Feeling the younger candidate's arms wrap tightly around him, the trader bit his lip, glanced across at Atenna and then away again. He pulled his own arms free, returned the embrace without enthusiasm, and released Aidan once more. "It's okay," he murmured automatically in response to his roommate's concerns. It wasn't, but he didn't say that. There was no need to burden the boy with his own guilt.

"Sorry for teaching him that, Atenna," Xiro apologized wryly, casting his gaze across to her. "Forgot that I can't use trader curses in front of kids. Or any Weyrfolk, really." He smiled, returning his hands to his pockets as soon as his roommate disengaged himself to go pet Lacky. The hound was still growling, and it didn't take long for Atenna to reveal the reason why: a puppy, hidden in the hay. "Lakeeti. Stop that," the trader ordered suddenly, his voice harsher than he meant it to be. The canine did stop, and glanced up at her master with a whine before returning her attention to the puppy in the herder's arms. She made no further noise, but her gaze was wary and distrustful.

On to dragons. That was a good, safe topic, and the trader grinned again, though the mirth in his lips did not reach his eyes. "I'm sure they will be," he agreed. "I hope we get our dragons, too, Aidan. How long have you had your pup, Atenna? I don't think we met her before." He tilted his head slightly, and then unobtrusively reached down to touch Lacky's fur. While he wasn't afraid of this situation, he didn't want to be here. Now that both his friends knew he was alive, the trader wanted to get away again -- go somewhere on the island where he couldn't be found, maybe. Only then would he have the space and privacy to think over the day's events. How strange, for him to be wishing for privacy... he hated being alone. Funny, how a chance encounter with an abandoned sister could change your perspective on things...
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I am sorry, Mine.

Alatira looked up with a wry smile, lifting her brows slightly. "Shiragath. Don't worry about it. It's not like I haven't had to fix riding straps before." She held up the length of leather she was repairing, tugging on it as if to prove its strength. Her black tilted his head, eyes swirling in rather sad blues, and his rider sighed, smile fading into a soft frown. I know you miss her, my love.

He shifted, great head angling away from her, and the blackrider bit her lip. She'd known it wasn't just his breaking the straps he was sorry for. He'd done that before, after all, when he decided to execute particularly crazy maneuvers. Fortunately, the black usually decided to perform these breakneck moves over the lake, which admittedly stung, but neither of them had died yet. Kind of miraculous, really...

Even these thoughts couldn't make Alatira smile, though, and she sighed, returning her gaze to the leather in her lap. I'm sorry, Shiragath, she thought quietly, and her black touched her mind, offering sad, sweet love before he withdrew again to watch the sky from his place on the floor. He knew what his rider felt; he forgave her but he missed Syrryth dearly, and though he could just reach out and find his beloved pink mate anytime, he hadn't wanted to stress his rider. And he still didn't want to, so they both sat, silent, absorbed in their respective thoughts. Alatira repaired the riding straps, and Shiragath stared out at the wide, empty afternoon sky. They said nothing more.
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« Reply #1 Today at 8:59pm »

R'cat stared out of his Weyr, his back to Syrryth. The dragon was clearly sulking, just as her rider was clearly unsure of what to do. Pacing back and forth, the older man shook his head. He had no idea what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but it was the gathering-up-the-courage part that he wasn't so good at.

Syrryth hissed, eyes a swirling red. If you will not, I will! The Pink spread her wings, clearly meaning to go visit Shiragath, the dragon that had Caught her on her last Flight. R'cat and Alatira had been avoiding each other since Tira had stormed out of his Weyr. It had been weeks since they had seen each other.

"Syrryth, shard it, wait!" But it was too late. The dragon dropped from their personal Weyr and dipped and floated until she landed on the edge of Shiragath's, crooning gently for her Mate. R'cat swore violently before taking off through the Weyrs-- but only after grabbing something, first.

Running flat-out, he nearly crashed into Alatira when he burst into her Weyr. Managing to stop right before he did, he took a deep breath. "Don't say anything yet!" He said breathlessly. Holding out a fist, he presented the woman with a bouquet of early spring flowers. In his other hand, he offered a Fire Lizard egg. "Syrryth, she... she loves him. And I love you. You, Alatira of Black Shiragath. Don't say anything, just think about it."

He waited for her to take the flowers and egg, and then turned to go. She would need time to think. "Syr, you can stay." He told his dragon as he reached the door. Looking at Alatira, he smiled. "Think about it."

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kayleetonkslupin Guest	Missing A Post? Jun 7, 2011 17:40:11 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by kayleetonkslupin on Jun 7, 2011 17:40:11 GMT -5 Jun 7, 2011 12:45:49 GMT -5 Admin said: When did you get them/when was the cache from, Kaylee? Umm...Birdy gave them to me. I don't remember...yesterday? day before, possibly? needs Birdy's help

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Post by Admin on Jun 9, 2011 21:44:21 GMT -5

We will be starting a new season and new threads tomorrow with the new weyrlings being escorted to the barrack and the feast! Members will be considered responsible for posting any recovered posts of theirs they would like to post at that point; staff will be organizing getting the hatching reposted as we move forward. We are officially naming the latest class of weyrlings . . . Tideturners!

glee Guest	Missing A Post? Jun 15, 2011 12:09:19 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by glee on Jun 15, 2011 12:09:19 GMT -5 Do you think it would be possible for one of the mods to repost everything to Callistath's hatching? It's kinda sad having it sit there unfinished like that with the rest of the posts only in this thread.

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Post by Admin on Jun 15, 2011 12:23:57 GMT -5

As is mentioned in the post above yours, staff is currently working to repost the hatching. At this time, we are trying to figure out what order the posts are in, as people saved different pages/didn't save complete pages, and if there are any that were saved that we don't have. We also plan on making players post for themselves after we post a log of the hatching.

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glee Guest	Missing A Post? Jun 15, 2011 12:26:19 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by glee on Jun 15, 2011 12:26:19 GMT -5 Sorry, I missed that part! Teaches me to skim it like that, haha. Thanks for the reply

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