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Post by kelsin on Oct 9, 2012 1:29:53 GMT -5
Kelisra looked on as eggs rocked, cracked, and eventually hatched. It seemed as if the small, wondering smile wouldn't leave her face. This being her first hatching, she didn't really know what to expect. Sure, she had spoken to V'len about his experience, but to see a hatching first hand and from the sands, was something that she simply had to experience. Each dragonet that hatched seemed to already have their personalities clearly in place. Their antics seemed mostly harmless, and made her laugh.
As the pink made her way through the female candidates, she wondered if this one would be for her. Her eyes followed the pink as the dragonet made her way down the line, seemingly investigating each candidate. Not for the first time, Kel wondered what exactly each dragonet looked for in a candidate. Apparently not being what this one needed, she watched as the pink passed her by on her way to hers.
With each Impression, she clapped or cheered as the new weyrling pairs made their way off of the sands. Kel remained cautiously optimistic that there might be a dragon for her in these clutches. Even if she didn't Impress, she decided then and there that she would continue to stand.
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Post by Boo on Oct 9, 2012 2:58:40 GMT -5
Rain falling more steadily now, Agrippith shielded her eggs from it with her wings, the pink dragonet also shielded from the elements. The clutch mother looked across at the other orange as the brown and blue started fighting with one another and snorted. If they came near her children… She would protect them with her might. All her strength. For the most part, the dragonets had been fairly separated but only because they had been distracted by the candidates. Three of her children had now gone away and Impressed yet Agrippith almost wanted them back… To protect them. She just had to trust that those her children had Impressed to would be protective and good partners to her children.
The pink dragon turned back to look at her mother and seemed to marvel at the orange wings now shielding her from the rain. It sure was very impressive. The pink wanted to know something and trotted towards her mother, staring up at the orange hulk. Upon receiving the answer, the pink seemed to recoil in surprise. Then she turned and looked towards the stands, walking out of the shelter of her mother’s wings and towards the blue dragon Halventh. He was smaller than her mother but here was her father. A magnificent dragon! So clever and skilled apparently to have so many children. A nose reached tentatively out for him and the pink chirped at him but then jumped, startled by the sound of a crack. Another egg? No. Thunder! Ooh it was a bit scary. Oh but another egg had hatched!
Waving a wing and a tail to her father, the pink ran back across the sands just in time to see the hatching of the largest egg. It split in two and from it tumbled a green? No a viridian. Tentatively, the pink approached her larger clutch brother and reached out to him carefully. The viridian lay still on the ground, covered in egg goo and now sand. Suddenly he jumped to his feet and shook himself dry.
Ah hah! The viridian stood proud and immediately looked around him, taking in the appearance of everything. Yes. Why hello there sister. Now, now this is such a big mess! There is no order! No formation. Comically, the viridan’s mouth dropped open as he looked around himself and then his eyes rested on the pink as though dumbfounded that there could be such a mess surrounding them. Immediately the viridian set towards trying to organise them into some sort of order. Something to ensure things were not such a mess!
The pink watched this display for a while, crooning softly to the viridian before she seemed to shake her head and trot her way off to the candidates, now examining them carefully. Although she was drawn mostly to the females she had decided to take a look at the other ones too, the men on the other side. Yes, they were also quite interesting. The tiny dragonet pranced her way past Tremayne and looked at the young man rearing on her back legs and looking into his eyes. She brushed her head against him fondly but then shook her head a little. What of the one next to him? Oh no. He was for another dragon. Still, the pink nudged Viyeri’s hand fondly before wandering over to the females. Yes, she had felt Hers over here from the moment she had hatched.
The pink crooned at Aricelli, Meena and Yrri fondly encouraging them to stay strong. Even if Theirs was not among her siblings it would come. Their dragon would come! It would love them, yes it would! Together with their dragon they would manage many things. However, the pink came to a stop before Elianne and raised on her back legs as she had done with Tremayne. She then cocked her head to the side and slowly sat on her haunches before moving off again. No… That wasn’t Hers. It looked like Hers though. Here was Hers! With jubilation the pink jumped onto Elidora’s feet.
Oh! Elidora! I didn’t mean to make your sister upset but Macchith got confused. You look very like one another! I was not expecting it at all. But I love you. I like her too but I love you. Do you love me? I wish to join my siblings ever so much so I might speak with them some more. Thank you dear Elidora!
Macchith {F5A1CE} Personality: Macchith is a sweet pink much like her colour and certainly, on the surface, conforming to the accepted or known attitude surrounding Pinks. She cares about others deeply but more importantly, she cares about the Weyr very strongly. Macchith would do anything for the Weyr but also believes she can influence who reaches leadership through encouragement and kindness. She is also very supportive of her brothers and sisters. If they have a problem, she will encourage them to work towards greatness even if she may never aspire for extreme greatness herself. This pink understands the values of friendship and what this can do for people. Having been born to a blue dragon that caught an Orange, she does believe that she is a strong female dragon of a very strong family. Even though she may not see her mother or father that often she would still seek them out for advice with a preference towards Halventh as he was the strong, courageous blue that in the wake of her mother’s fury still flew after and caught her mother. She believes strongly that her father is a fighter and the best one around, fully deserving a high rank within the militant happenings of the Weyr. She gets along well with all her siblings and tries to help them through their troubles, considering them her most prized companions. Macchith gets along decently with Taceuth in direct contrast to her green sister Quianath. She is the type of dragon to be caught in the middle of an argument and strive her hardest to maintain the peace between them all. Appearance: She is a light rose coloured pink, this can reflect her sweet personality and, certainly, when some people look at her they may feel relaxed or calm accompanied by her calm demeanour. She has a smattering lighter pink colouration on her wings and tail with a slightly darker colour from the top of her head running down under her neck and onto her chest. Macchith may not be the best of fliers as she is larger than the average pink but she certainly has a lot of strength to her form. Wings and tail: FBC5E2 ‘Crown’ down to neck: E067A7
Unbeknownst to all, there was another egg that had hatched. If one looked close enough, one would notice that the egg in the middle of the two larger was now empty but there was no sign of the dragon that it had contained. Perhaps if one looked very closely in the little trenches Agrippith had dug, they might see the sign of a lashing tail or an inquiring nose, pushing its way up out of the sand. However, for the moment, the dragon was mostly hidden.
The Viridian was now wandering around the eggshells and rose on his haunches, carrying a piece of broken shell. He took the shell and placed it in a spot then took another shard and placed it on top as one might when trying to build a wall. This continued for a while until he had a sizeable wall build up in a circle around him. He seemed pleased with the structure and jumped out of it, trying to leave it in tact but half it fell. As much as he wanted to fix it, he had something else he wanted to do too… [/blockquote]
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Post by turkoizdog on Oct 9, 2012 11:03:48 GMT -5
Meena watched the last egg of the smaller clutch hatch. His brother seemed to want to help, but their mother wouldn't allow that. Meena giggled. Aww, poor little brown. He should be allowed to help his little brother! Finally, it hatched, to reveal a blue, with distinct red eyes. And the last of the smaller hatching was done. She hoped this meant they would then immediately turn to the candidates, but they did not. No, not yet.
Soon after, the first of the remaining trio in the larger clutch began to hatch some more. Meena watched both the egg and his sister the pink intently, as the egg revealed itself to be a viridian. So hard to distinguish from a green, she thought, but once the egg goo was gone, it was clear.
The viridian, it seemed, wanted to work on its own project organizing the egg shells before making his choice, but with her brother hatched, the pink felt it was her time. She gave some thought to the male candidates -- which Meena didn't expect, what with pinks usually choosing girls, but this pink's sister HAD chosen a guy... -- before trotting off to the girls.
Meena inched forward a little, beaming down at the pink in the hopes of being chosen. But alas, neither her nor her roommate was picked. And for the first time, she was a little down, and a little scared. She was 19 already, getting a bit old to try to Impress... but what if she never did? Looking around, she noted that the others were all younger. Indeed, most her age were already Weyrlings, if not Wingriders. A sense of panic started to set in. There were two dragons and... she looked over at the eggs... one egg? She had sworn that there were two left. Had she been imagining it, or had it hatched without her noticing?
Meena turned to the girls next to her. "Wait, weren't there two eggs left? Now there's only one.." she looked around, but no third unImpressed dragon was to be seen. To make matters more complicated, the viridian had cleaned up all the egg shells by making his wall, so it was impossible to tell if the small egg she had imagined next to his ever existed.
Though she had been scared of not getting a dragon, a thought crept up on her. What if the dragon that hatched from this egg just had a really good sense of humor? Like, a purple or something? A small smile appeared on her face. She definitely wouldn't mind getting a purple. And if this prankster dragon was as dramatic as she expected, it was likely that he or she was hiding somewhere, wanting desperately to pop up at the end and be the last dragon to choose.
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Post by kestrad on Oct 9, 2012 12:36:15 GMT -5
Aricelli slumped a little, slightly disappointed as both pink dragons Impressed. The last one especially seemed like an absolute sweetheart as she encouraged all the candidates, even the ones that weren't hers. Another year or two, and she would age out. She still had weaver craft to fall back on, but it would be disappointing, to say the least, to come so close to becoming a dragonrider, only to never Impress.
A girl standing to her--Meena--seemed even more nervous, and Aricelli tried to smile reassuringly at her.
"Shhh," Aricelli whispered as Meena pointed out that there was a missing egg, glancing nervously at the mother dragons. "You're right," she added quietly, not wanting to seem unfriendly.
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Post by Kestrel on Oct 9, 2012 13:11:28 GMT -5
Well, the hatching was really taking off now. Another scattering of eggshells caught his attention, and he looked in time to see a blue making his way out of the wreckage. What did that make the tally, now? One black, one pink, both impressed, and…one brown, one blue, one green, he determined after another close look around the sands. It was more than just interest that led him to keep an idea in mind of how many dragonets were out and where they were, though—Kalith and Waroth’s hatching had taught him not to let any dragonets sneak up on him if he could help it. Not that he could do a whole lot if they did—but it made him less nervous, at least, if he knew they were coming.
The green finally took off toward the male candidates, but she didn’t dally among them long enough for Viyeri to wonder if he had a chance. She chose one of the other male candidates Viyeri knew had also been there a while, though he didn’t know him well. Good for him. And no sooner had she chosen, it seemed, than another egg was hatching—a pink, from Halventh’s side this time. Pinks were nice, safe, non-mauly dragonets. She didn’t seem inclined to get to choosing just yet, but her entrance must have spurred the blue to action somehow, because he was soon mirroring the green by heading toward the males. He glanced over at the female candidates as the blue marched off toward one of the newer candidates and impressed—they weren’t having much luck today, were they? Funny, the only girl to impress had gotten a black, and all the females so far had picked boys. But maybe the remaining pink would be different.
The last of Nikianeth’s eggs soon hatched to reveal another blue, and one who clearly had no fondness for his unpopular brown brother. That one seemed particularly adept at making enemies, didn’t he? Normally it was the candidates who were the subject of the more moody dragonets’ ire, but the brown seemed to be drawing it all instead. Well, Viyeri supposed that was a good thing for him—besides, while the other hatchlings didn’t seem to like the brown, even the blue hadn’t actually hurt him. Their great orange mother put a stop to that, thankfully. But while Viyeri watched them, expecting them both to now turn their attention toward the candidates, only the blue did so. The brown was really the one who should try—none of the dragons seemed to like him, after all. He’d probably have better luck with the humans—most of them would be happy enough receive any dragon, particularly a brown.
He shifted his gaze back over to Agrippith’s clutch, wondering what that pink had gotten up to, only to see that two of the eggs had since hatched. The big one must have given way to that viridian there—what was he doing, building a wall? Futile, but interesting—and the other…where was the other? Oh no, this was exactly what Viyeri had been afraid of. He’d went and lost track of one of them. Before he knew it, no doubt the little fiend would be tackling him from behind or something. He snuck a furtive glance behind him just in case, but mercifully found no hatchling back there on the prowl. Well, so far so good. The pink, at last, chose a girl—good, at least two of the girls had impressed now. The girl looked familiar, too—oh, it was the Bitran girl he’d met some time ago. He’d liked her, even if she’d made him nervous. But…wait. There were two of her? He squinted, but the two identical girls remained—oh, that was right. She had a twin. He couldn’t quite tell which one had impressed, then—the one he’d met, or the one he hadn’t—but he was happy for them all the same. He couldn’t help but have a fondness for his fellow Bitrans, though he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.
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Post by twitchie on Oct 9, 2012 14:00:46 GMT -5
Yrri arch her back very slightly to flex her back. She felt tense, on edge, afriad. This might be yet another thing... that she couldn't do properly...
Out of a sort of pitying habit, Yrri slowly flipping up her palm to look at the pink-white burn scar. She glared at the mark, as if trying to erase it. The scar seemed to be nothing on the outside, a blemish perhaps, but petty. But to Yrri, it was something degrading, and something that made her wrong. She had burned herself many years back, helping in the kitchen. She'd been little, and mistakes happen. But the older girls (it was a group of only afew girls, but their endless carrying on will always haunt Yrri) never let it go. Maybe they were right. I am not worthy. I never was helpful... That was why Yrri never liked calling attention to herself. She was terrified of judgement. She shouldn't be here, why had she listened to Devath? Yrri let her shoulders sag. She lied to herself. Dragons wouldn't want her! Her parents hadn't, had they? Certainly not since they left her...?
Yrri snapped out of her dark ideas, stareing at Meena shocked before realizing what was happening. With a forced smile, she scooted closer to her 'roomie', glad to atleast know that the girl was a friend. If she didn't Impress atleast she could walk away with friends...?
Words refused to form in her gaping mouth, so she offered a hesitent shoulder pat to Meena, smiling alittle bigger.
She watched the Viridian with bright eyes. Oh, he was such a strong dragon. Didn't everyone see his muscular bulk under his baby soft and still wet hide?
Her heart went out to the brown. He might make a bad leader, but she knew he had good intentions. I know what it is like to be alone... I understand..
All of the dragons were simplely amazing. She still clung to the thought one of the remaining eggs would be hers!
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Post by kireon on Oct 9, 2012 14:42:48 GMT -5
Thedor was mightily pleased.
A fine glossy black fighter had Impressed to quite the perfect partner, and his congratulations echoed out like a roar across the cavern, his large palms slamming together in a hearty applause for the girl and her new bonded. Why, this was somehow the most splendid hatching he'd ever had- and he'd stood for Queens before!
In addition to the black, who had Impressed with a fine display of grace and acrobatics, a fine little green the color of a jewel revealed herself for a total of three on the steamy sands. Well, two, since one Impressed. His attention was still drawn to just how tiny they all were- of course, he'd always considered them tiny in comparison to himself when they hatched, but that was just the deal of it. A brown joined them, returning the number of dragonets on said sands to three and he grinned. What delightful dragons these fine dragons had! The sires must be pleased with them, sure as the scruff on his face.
There! There was that brother of his, and look at the concentration on his face, Faranth help the lad, it must have been his very first hatching. Even should they not Impress this fine day, celebration would still be a necessity- with wine, food and magnificent company!
Thedor beamed, proud as can be on his brother's behalf, so caught up in enjoying the new experience on Mediles' behalf, that he'd failed to notice a certain something until they'd spoken to him directly.
You! I needed you! Oh, your Kallyeith thought she would never find you....but no. I always knew you were here somewhere. My brother was wrong, he said I needed him to succeed. He is wrong, he needs us! Just like your brother needs you as well. First though I require sustenance!!!! To the bloody meat carcasses, and then...let us seize the day My Th'or!
And by directly, it was like someone had cracked the blacksmith's mightiest, heaviest hammer upon his skull and drove a wedge of sweet voiced lightning directly into his brain and further down into his soul, wherever that was located. Certainly this was the stuff Harpers would dream about! Her voice seemed to flow easily from high and sweet to a throaty purr, like a fine wench giving her best 'come hither', and back again... and she'd named him. Renamed him for their days as Weyrlings, and then their glorious future as Dragonriders.
He was Th'or, Dragonrider.
Th'or knelt, in dumbstruck awe, before the tiny little hatchling who would now share his soul and his heart for the rest of eternity. "C'mere, lass." He whispered, normally booming voice unusually choked and soft as he spoke to her. His Kallyeith.
Eyes whirrling rainbows, she proceeded to do just that, willingly stepping into the large, firm palm and wound her tail about the thick wrist and arm to hold herself steady as he rose to his feet. Fluttering her wings to regain some sense of balance, she folded them primly against her body and regarded her new charge with an adoring look. We have much to do, Th'or! So much to do, so very little time, and- ooh, first, we must make sure I'm fed! I must feast, and then we will go to your human feast so that you too may celebrate properly- no spinny head beverages though, my Th'or, for I am not yet able to stand against such fun yet!
Neither of them had been aware of Mediles' unfathomable entertainment at the sight of his brother impressing not just a female dragon- but a pink on top of it as well, and frankly, Th'or wouldn't have much cared; this little lady was his precious little one, and anyone who decided they didn't like her could chase themselves off a cliff. ...except for Mediles, but that would just mean he and Kallyeith would have to work extra hard to reassure his brother that all was as it should be.
And truly, it was the greatest moment of all to have his brother reach out of his own accord and clasp arms with him. He gave a full, shining smile to his shorter brother, giving the young man a squeeze to his arm and a knowing look; he would Impress, one would not separate brothers- Kallyeith was reassuring him of this- and focused then on making sure Kally would not alllow herself to be overstuffed.
She paused between hearty bites- a magnificent appetite to match that of her bonded- and gave a long whistle-song inthe direction of the sands. A friend, and just as she'd told Th'or, Mediles had Impressed to a very fine, very lovely blue! They would be brothers in arms together and nothing would get in their way of spreading joy and ensuring the happiness of all.
As natural as it was, Th'or exploded into a whooping cheer-roar and a mighty burst of applause for his newly Impressed brother. A fine blue! Harper blue, or sharding near close to it if his eyes weren't mistaken! "Brother, what a fine lad who has chosen you! I congratulate you, what is his name, and what has he named you, now that we are both men in the eyes of the world!"
A pause as he fed another tidbit to Kallyeith, the smile stretched across his face so large one would think it would hurt to maintain for as long as it had. "This fine lass' name is Kallyeith, and she has done me the greatest honor in naming me Th'or. As for spelling, I have not the slightest of ideas- and she tells me that whatever spelling is placed down is most fine with her."
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"Oh Faranth, y'think she's gonna be able t'carry that big 'un?" Dismay and incredulousness filled Aylina's voice as she looked to Wenth, who was delighted with the sight of more babies squirming about and going to their respective candidates. The hum hadn't left her throat yet, surprising, as usually the tan had difficulty with one task alone.
Yes... she will be able to carry him, yes... she will... he will not grow much more, no... he won't, but she will grow bigger, yes... she will... even a gray would be able to carry him, yes.... they would...[/i] Her eyes blinked, whirrled once and her neck craned as she followed one newly bonded pair with her head and eyes. That one looks like the sky, AylinaPretty, and he has clouds on his hide, yes... he does... he is very lucky, yes... he is... I want clouds too...[/i] She added wistfully as they stopped beside the feeding pen.
Aylina gave her a pat on the paw, poor dear, always wanted what one couldn't have. "Aye, but y'got sorta cloudy, th' top half o' ya, anyhow." There was no shortage of sympathy in her voice, and Wenth seemed satisfied that she was only "sorta" cloudy on top, instead of very cloudy like the baby blue. "Why don' ya tell Halventh how much y'like 'is son? I'm sure he'll love it."
Wenth seemed to perk up at the idea and swiveled her massive head toward the Blue's perching spot. Halventh... your children are lovely... yes.... they are, your son is very very pretty, like the sky with clouds... he is definitely your son, yes... he is....[/i] And continued humming. Who would the brown go to? And the other little pink? And the second blue too?
So many babies....
I will have some too, yes... I will...[/i] She sighed gustily, happily to herself.
"...say what now? Have some what?" Aylina asked, alarmed suddenly by her dragon's comment, her shock of blue hair suddenly fluffier than usual, as if a cat had puffed up in response. Have some what? Babies? Wenth wasn't talking about babies, was she?
Oh, Faranth help her if her lovely lady was.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 9, 2012 15:05:03 GMT -5
Halventh had turned away from his hatchlings and toward Ambrith's landing even before the viridian spoke, but shuddered under the weight of the grave generosity subsequently bestowed upon him.
Thank you, he peeped. I like the blue one. Surprise! Halventh inclined his head toward the cloudy sprite, then glanced back at his steely friend. Agrippith is nice to me, he volunteered. You could have... the blue tossed his head at Nikianeth. And then we could have had them together. He noticed a new pink waggling at him and dipped his head over the benches of the Stands, but he was very distant from her and could only croon back. His sweet noise stuttered at the intruding crack of an eggshell, and Halventh drew his head up with a whistle. Oh! Nevermind! I laid yours anyway! he reported back to Ambrith. Or maybe you laid that one and didn't tell me...no, wait, he's doing something nonsensical. Must be mine. Halventh rocked from leg to leg on his perch, settling only when Wenth took her turn addressing him. She was somewhat behind the times, but he expected that. I love you Wenth! he beamed back, the simplest possible show of gratitude.
"Uhm." L'xon's face had dropped with Halventh-like affront, just for a second, when Day'ar indicated the surpassing of the father by the eggwet son. "Yeah, I won't tell him," he affirmed in a cool monotone. He followed the direction of the viridianrider's wave and spotted G'dan. After that he made a habit of staring out onto the Sands...like he was supposed to, except that he was focused on some interminable space between Agrippith and Nikianeth. A flash of razor green tugged him back into the fold. "Oh," he murmured between lips pursed in surprise, leaning on the barrier as he observed the sizable viridian. His memory was very selective, and he always forgot how messy hatchlings were in their first few gulps of life. He squinted as the dragonet set about rummaging through his eggshells, then glanced over his shoulder to gauge Ambrith's conclusion.
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Post by Cathaline on Oct 9, 2012 15:18:59 GMT -5
TH'OR, OF PINK KALLYEITH. M'iles took the spelling from Taceuth, who inherently knew his unsister and how her name felt. It was uncanny, really, and he was bursting with excitement. There was so much to learn, so much he'd never realised there was to learn, now that he had a dragon - and that was entirely apart from training to fight Thread and protect Pern.
"I am M'iles now," he said. "This is Taceuth. He informs me that her name is spelled like this." He showed Th'or the bit of hide. "You have my sincerest congratulations, brother. She has a healthy appetite, and she is very beautiful. Unique." Although this was true, nothing could be more lovely to gaze upon than his Harper-blue dragonet, who was still eating somewhat delicately, though continuously.
Turning toward the others who had Impressed, he addressed Skelis first. "Congratulations, Skelis. May I know your dragon's name for my - our - records?"
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Ambrith tossed his head at the suggestion, outraged. Prith is mine,[/i] he declared, turning his head toward his green lady to ensure she was present. If I were to chase another, it would be one who is worthy of me, not one of these self-centered oranges who believe they are queens.[/i] Though he was forced to admit, Nikianeth's offspring are pleasant.[/i] So far.
The viridian gained his attention, and he snorted at Halventh's silly comment. We shall see if I approve of him.[/i] Merely being a viridian didn't make him a proper dragon, after all.
Day'ar spotted the look on L'xon's face and instantly went into damage control mode, panicking. "I didn't mean - you know that I didn't - it's just that he's Harper blue and I used to be an archivist, is the thing, and I suppose - you know Halventh is my favourite blue. Apart from Lamith."
So involved was he in mollifying his dear friend that he nearly missed the viridian hatching. "Oh," he said with mild surprise. That was intriguing, and intimidating. He'd never had occasion to meet the elusive other viridianriders of Dalibor. One was dead, one had transferred; Ambrith remained the youngest, until now. He wouldn't be alone anymore, in a sense. Unless this one betweened. Morbid thought.
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Post by Kila on Oct 9, 2012 15:23:53 GMT -5
So swift and chaotic was the hatching scene before him that Tremayne had a hard time focusing on a sole dragonet. He tried to keep his eyes on the males (even though by that time he had seen many men bonded to females at Dalibor) but the little dragonesses of this combined clutch seemed to be more interested in the boy candidates than the girls. The Brown and Blue managed to steal the attention of all the onlookers, however, when they began to fight.
Tremayne could not understand the Brown’s words to his siblings, but they had thus far been received very negatively. This continual rejection intrigued rather than repulsed him. He chose not to think that the Brown perhaps deserved the scorn he was receiving, but that perhaps he was being wronged. A very familiar feeling. When the two rolled through the candidates, then, his intrigue took the greater part of his cowardice and he moved aside with a tad more dignity than he would have if his thoughts had not been occupied. Nikianeth’s decisive intervention put an end to both the fight and Tremayne’s thoughts, and the candidate was again brought back to the ever-shifting sands.
There would be no reconcile between the Blue and the Brown, but there was plenty of love to be had from the little Pink sheltered beneath Agrippith’s wing. She marveled at first her mother and then her father, going to them in turn. A crack of thunder frightened her and she whirled around to stare at one of the larger eggs. Following her gaze, Tremayne saw yet another hatchling on the sands. Though he had been slow at first to be able to differentiate between Greens and Viridians, he could now tell easily that this one was a male. He summoned the general description of the color to his mind like a dutiful student. Pride he could see immediately, and then a sort of disdain for the situation around him. What a weird one, Tremayne thought as the Viridian began to go around and reorganize the mess on the sands.
The darling Pink overshadowed her brother when Tremayne saw her approach the boys. He stood up straight, like a soldier awaiting inspection, as she made her way down the line. When she passed (No, pranced, he told himself later) by him, she did not continue immediately, but reared up on her hind legs to look into his eyes. Since he was miserably short, the two were almost on eye level for a few breathless moments. For Tremayne, it was like his heart had stopped. It was still, but prepared to soar at the slightest indication of impression. The Pink even stopping to give him the time of day was as close as he’d ever come to it and he felt completely unprepared. His soul being searched, he was terrified of what the Pink might find. When she nuzzled him gently he let out a little strangled sound, but the small shake of her head revealed the answer to his question:
No. Not this time. Not this dragon.
Tremayne exhaled all his pent up fear, excitement, and hope in one big breath, gasping for air as she carried on. Jealously flared up within him when she touched Viyeri’s hand, but he was not the one for her either. Instead, she headed towards the girls. Tremayne tried to get himself together, forcing himself to recover from the close encounter with the pink and the dizzying period where he had deprived his body of oxygen so he could be attentive to the rest of the hatching. It’s not over yet, he told himself. Still, everything remained a little spinny and unreal.
The Brown and the Viridian were still on the sands. They would probably be the two biggest rankers out of all the eggs. It was an exciting thought, but there were still a lot of candidates and Tremayne was too busy breathing to freak out just yet. I hope they don’t fight too, he fretted. He doubted the mothers would let anything dire happen, but had heard of dragonets dying on the sands before. The thought did nothing to help his pounding heart. Even though he was upset, he was a sharp lad, and the empty egg and missing dragonet did not escape his attention. ”What the shards!?” he squeaked indignantly. What had happened while he was gazing into the Pink’s eyes? Had another dragonet impressed? I scanned the edge of the sands, but saw no new bonded pairs. Did it between!? The thought succeeded in throwing him into panic once again.
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Oct 9, 2012 15:25:55 GMT -5
A bolt of lightening illuminated the sands a little more and to those paying close attention, they may have seen the tail of a dragon, slipping behind its orange mother and then briefly prowling back onto the sands to another hiding spot. Perhaps one had seen the dark face as he moved from one place to another but it was still difficult to tell exactly what colour the dragon was.
However, the viridian seemed to have spotted his sibling but only for a fleeting moment and was even now searching for the dragon himself.
The viridian turned back from where his sibling had last been sighted and meandered across the sands. His wall was built! A colossal wall! A colossal wall for the ages and absolutely splendid… He would have built another but he had something else to consider now. Suddenly the viridian smashed his head into the sands, leaving a profile imprint of his face. Agrippith seemed to jump in alarm, concerned that her son was hurting himself.
The viridian jumped back and examined his handiwork leading to some calm from his mother but then he immediately went and stamped his face on the other side. Agrippith growled softly, a warning. Stop being stupid and go Impress. You will make me look the fool, seemed to be the expression as she lowered her head to glare at him.
The viridian jumped and squalled at his mother. No, no. This was not order! He was ensuring that all remembered his face! That all remembered him! See the monument to the stars! Agrippith turned and looked at the ‘colossal monument’ and then back to her son. With a casual movement, she knocked down more of the structure. The viridian keened softly and looked at his mother, mouth wide open but the warning glare in her eyes forced the viridian to subside. He was slight and a little smaller than most viridians at hatching and therefore knew he could not take on his mother no matter how much he dearly wanted to sort her into some semblance of order.
Head hung in sadness at not being able to keep building, he at least moved in amongst the candidates. The order here, even, was appalling. Nothing was in the right way at all! Look at this candidate here. This… one… The viridian pushed at Tremayne’s back legs trying to force him into a straight line. He then turned towards the females, looking at them. NO! They were wrong too but he did not want to go over there. Something told him he should stay here. The viridian turned instead to Owethu and pushed him too, aiming to get him shoulder to shoulder with Tremayne, nudging and pushing with insistence.
He then turned to Viyeri.
Oh.
This one. He was in the right place already. Definitely in the correct spot. In fact, he felt very happy with this one. He liked this one. The viridian stared blankly at Viyeri for a moment before rainbows flowed through his faceted eyes. AH HAH! You are perfect V'yeri! Look at where you stand! Amazing. Did you see the monument Vespasiath built in his honour!? Or the image he has stamped in the sands? For all future clutches they shall know the name of Vespasiath the great builder! Haha! I am amazing.
Vespasiath (32CD99) Personality: Vespasiath knows what he wants and will attempt almost anything to achieve it, often succeeding. He is very much a dragon who needs to be in control, always having to know where things are and what is going on with everyone and everything around him. Furthermore, he expects dragons and people alike to conform to his standards of ‘order’ and ‘obedience’. He also follows rules to the letter, hating anything that diverges from what he considers to be the ‘codes of proper behaviour’. He stubbornly obeys the rules of the weyr, then, and is intolerant of anyone breaking them or of silliness and ‘tomfoolery’. If he feels things are becoming too out of control however, he will take control and attempt to order everyone around simply to see things return to normal. He enjoys organising others, particularly his smaller brothers and sisters into manageable groups, and is therefore highly efficient in what he wants to get done. He is an ambitious builder and dreams of one day forming a monument to his own glory, although it could be seen as a further extension of his never-ending attempts to form the world around him into some kind of feasible pattern. In this way he might be seen as rather proud, liking to promote himself as clever as well as his ‘control’ being legitimate. He would probably consider seeking out other Viridians in order to find out how like him they are and then attempt to organise them into some sort of group so as to better understand. Appearance: Vespasiath is a relatively slight viridian, making it easier for him to manoeuvre as well as giving him a little more stamina than his brown and other viridian counterparts. This being said however, he is still obviously not as fast or agile as the male fighters. He has lighter, narrow green markings across his nose and eye, and criss-crossed markings over his shoulders as though he has been horribly scarred at some point in his life but it is just the colouration. His wingspan is proportional to his body, that is, smaller than the average viridian as well. He is steady on his feet and very careful in everything he does, making sure nothing is ever wasted whether it be food, firestone resources, or energy. Colour over shoulders: 32CD49, Colour over nose: 07C423 {Made by Frangipani!!}
With that impression made, there remained only one egg and a dragon that even Lirone could not quite spot. The rider moved a little around the edges of the sands, searching for the dragonet just as Agrippith was craning her neck for him. A flash and Lirone spotted it first, sneaking up on one of the female candidates but he was quick and seemed to know how to stealthily keep to the shadows. He knocked into Meena, for it could only be a blue or a black, and then charged away to quietly hide.
Lirone did not want this one to turn to mauling. She folded her arms in annoyance, a frown passing over her features. It had been a relatively bloodless hatching thus far and yet one dragon seemed set to stop all that. Well, she could only hope that when he made an appearance again, he wouldn’t harm any of the candidates. Agrippith was looking at the last egg, eyes whirling with worry.
What’s wrong my dear? Although she already knew the answer. It does not move. I sense no life. My Lirone… I do not think it will hatch. Agrippith keened softly, looking at the egg with great sorrow. She’d thought they would manage a great deed here… Perhaps not. She would wait, though, for her last son to Impress.
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Post by thyme on Oct 9, 2012 19:06:48 GMT -5
Owethu’s attention was drawn away from the green and the newly Impressed black when the large egg from Nikianeth’s clutch cracked open revealing a brown dragonet. The orange seemed surprised…and maybe a little bit disappointed. He couldn’t fathom why she seemed that way…the brown looked perfectly healthy to him though Owethu admittedly knew little about the subject. The pink decided to move on after hissing at the brown dragonet. When she headed over to the females, Owethu assumed that she would Impress one of them, but he was surprised when she turned back to the male candidates. What happened next surprised him even more, the pink’s eyes burst into the rainbow of Impression right in front of the burly man whose proclamation had so startled him earlier. He couldn’t stop his mouth from dropping open. That man? On a pink? He looked much more the part of a bronze rider to him! He wondered how the man would react. He knew that some of candidates set their sights on Impressing a bronze or an iron while Owethu just set his sights on Impressing. He would have been thrilled if the pink choose him. The burly man seemed quite pleased though as knelt down to greet his dragon.
The next egg that hatched bore a deep sky blue dragonet who seemed annoyed with the green’s hovering presence. He winced as the blue lashed out at his green sister. He didn’t want the green to be injured! He didn’t want any of the dragonets to be injured. His mind bringing back memories of the ichor stained sands from the wher hatching. The green seemed to lose interest in her clutch-siblings and the rest of the un-hatched eggs as she turned her interest to the candidates. Well not the candidates…one candidate. It seemed like she wanted to waste no more time as she went over to one of the male candidates and Impressed. As the blue roamed about the sands another egg hatched revealing a second pink although this time it was from Agrippith’s clutch. The blue headed towards the male candidates and Owethu watched his progress with gleaning hope but the blue was not for him. He Impressed to Mediles. The burly man on the pink was Mediles’ brother, right? That was nice. Now they could be weyrlings together! Owethu’s thoughts wandered to Eller…imagine if she had come to the Weyr with him…he shuddered involuntary. It would be just like Eller to come and Impress a gold and spend the rest of her days bossing him around. ‘Thank Faranth, she’s too old to be a candidate,’ Owethu thought as he brushed some of the water off his forehead. When had it started raining? He had been to enthralled to notice.
He was alerted by the disapproving snort and soft whacking sound that one of the dragonets were misbehaving. He drew his eyes away from Mediles’ Impression and saw the brown being pushed away from the last of Nikianeth’s eggs. The egg hatched a moment later revealing another blue. The blue launched himself at his larger brother knocking him onto the sand. Owethu froze as the dragonets rolled over one another right towards…THEM! He couldn’t seem to move, just like he hadn’t been able to in the wher hatching, as the dragonets rolled right into him sending him crashing into the hot sands. He drew his legs towards his chest and covered his head with his arms. He heard snarling but it sounded farther away so he opened his eyes and saw the orange forcibly separating the two dragonets. He was unharmed but it took him a few moments before he was able to move again. He sat up right as a large crack of thunder resounded around the hatching cavern. He jumped at the sound trying to scurry to his feet but tripped over his backwards robes falling face first into the sands. Blushing furiously, he managed to struggle upright in time to see the pink Impress to one of the female candidates. He tried futilely to brush the wet sand off his equally wet robes but gave up deciding to watch the newly hatched green picking up eggshells. ‘That can’t be a green,’ Owethu thought a moment later. The dragon was much too big to be a green it must be a viridian.
A large bolt of lightning lit up the sands causing Owethu to blink rapidly to try and clear the white spots out of his vision. His eyes refocused on the viridian that seemed to be searching for something in the sands. He narrowed his eyes scanning the sands but he saw nothing suspicious until his gaze fell on the sand between the two large eggs. He couldn’t see the empty egg that lay between them but he could just make out the slight indentation in the sands. ‘What is that?’ Owethu wondered as he rolled up onto his toes to get a better look. That answer came to him suddenly, ‘A tunnelsnake burrow!’ What if the tunnelsnake had gotten to the only remaining egg of Agrippith’s clutch? The egg hadn’t moved at all and as if in confirmation of his idea the orange let out a soft keen. His heart dropped as he realized that there was now only three dragonets left on the sands… ‘Two,’ He corrected as the viridian’s eyes shifted into a rainbow of colors in front of one of the other male candidates. The odds that he would Impress one of them were minimal. There were far more candidates left than dragonets and he didn’t doubt that one of the other candidates would be more appealing than him. No dragon had even looked his way! He was going to be sent back to the Hold un-Impressed. He could just imagine Eller’s joyful face as she crowed, ‘I knew you couldn’t stay away from me for long!’
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Oct 9, 2012 19:47:30 GMT -5
Viyeri glanced at his roommate, standing beside him as he had for just about all the hatchings Viyeri had attended thus far. The Bitran was fairly used to dragons inspecting him and then passing on by, though usually they didn’t rear up when doing so like the pink had with Tremayne. He had half expected the pink to impress the shorter, rounder boy after that—but she hadn’t, and it hadn’t surprised him in the least when she had passed Viyeri on by as well, even after a touch to his hand. While Viyeri hadn’t been much bothered by the rejection, though, he had a feeling Tremayne was feeling quite differently about it. “Thought you didn’t want a pink anyway—waiting for a bronze or something, right?” he muttered to the other candidate, half-teasing and half-consoling. There would be more hatchings, after all, and this hatching wasn’t even over yet. It was a bit early for bitter disappointment. Plenty of time for that after being rejected by all the dragonets.
“I don’t think so,” he said softly in response to Tremayne’s exclamation. “I think we’d know if that happened. Thought I saw something over there, but maybe not…” Viyeri peered through the stormy darkness of the hatching cavern, and thought he caught a glimpse of motion, a fleeting shadow, but it was impossible to say for sure. He turned his attention back to the dragons he could easily see, preferring to watch them over searching for phantasms.
He watched the young viridian proudly examine his…what was that supposed to be, exactly? Row of eggshells? It seemed a bit silly to Viyeri, though he supposed even dragons must have hobbies sometimes. He was as taken aback as Agrippith, though, when the hatchling took to ramming his own face into the sand. Perhaps this one was not quite right in the head? Viyeri wasn’t sure whether to chuckle at the sight or be worried for the poor hatchling’s sake. But the viridian’s orange mother seemed to set him right, and, while apparently unhappy that he had to abandon his design, the dragonet set off at last for the candidates. Good. This hatching sure seemed to have its share of oddballs. But oddballs weren’t necessarily a bad thing, either.
Viyeri watched with interest as the viridian seemed to stride right toward Tremayne, and began butting at his legs. Perhaps this one was meant for his roommate? Viyeri told himself it would be nice to have his room to himself again—though this was quite untrue. Viyeri didn’t do well left alone too much. But no, his theory that the viridian might pick Tremayne seemed quite dashed when the hatchling moved in turn to start pushing at another of the male candidates. He experienced a moment of mild worry, as he always did now when hatchlings got too close to candidates they didn’t seem intent on picking, that the hatchling might start mauling someone—but he didn’t really think that’s what was going on, not this time. The viridian didn’t really seem angry with the candidates; more like he was trying to…adjust them, somehow? He just seemed to want them to move.
Viyeri awaited his turn as the viridian came stomping up to him, preparing to be pushed—but instead he merely stopped, and stared. Viyeri couldn’t help but stare back, hoping the dragonet wouldn’t take offense, as a peculiar sort of tension came over him. It felt like something building, a storm gathering, but not like the storm outside—it was apprehensive, yes, but also full of promise—promise of something important and life-changing. Scary, because change always was—but exciting, too. And then the storm dissolved into whirling rainbows, as a voice broke through at last to his guarded mind.
AH HAH! You are perfect V'yeri! Look at where you stand! Amazing. Did you see the monument Vespasiath built in his honour!? Or the image he has stamped in the sands? For all future clutches they shall know the name of Vespasiath the great builder! Haha! I am amazing.
For a long moment Viyeri—V’yeri?—was at a loss for words, before a slow smile broke over his face. Is that what you were doing? I did wonder. He could feel the viridian’s mood sour a bit at this answer, almost with more ease than he could perceive this shift in his own emotions. It is decided, V’yeri: after I eat, we shall see about getting your eyes checked. Surely all with adept vision must be able to appreciate my works with ease![/color]
Oh, of course. I do understand now. It’s a beautiful…monument. V’yeri’s smile widened with feigned sincerity, but this statement was good enough for the hungry viridian. “Hey, Tremayne? I think this one’s mine. His name’s Vespasiath.” It was still sinking into the former candidate’s mind that he had actually impressed—he wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t felt it so keenly. To doubt it had occurred would be like denying he had two arms. Hold on a second. With sudden realization, V’yeri searched out L’xon and Halventh in the stands and began waving at his friend, seeking to catch his attention, then pointing at the viridian and back to himself with a wide, cheesy smile on his face. The hatchling watched him a little incredulously before giving a slight shake of his head.
You are being very silly. The great Vespasiath will not stand for this! Come now, we are going. We must get some food in your stomach so that this foolishness will pass. I can smell some very good meat right over this way.[/color] The ‘great Vespasiath’ deftly moved around behind his new lifemate and shoved at the back of his legs, not to push him into line, but to give him a good shove toward the other new weyrlings. V’yeri didn’t need much persuasion, and fell into step beside his dragon. His dragon—well, imagine that. Miracles abound.
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on Oct 9, 2012 21:34:31 GMT -5
Wait. Wait. ”Wait!” She cried aloud, startling herself enough that she could only smother her mouth with a grimy hand as she stared down, falling deep down, into the swirling faceted eyes that looked up at her. The world was falling apart. No. That wasn’t true at all, the world was coming together. Elidora felt the briefest moment of panic, where she truly seemed lost; she felt two bonds within her slide together—two connections that were striving to share the same space, combat for a major share. In that moment, where confusion and terror shadowed reason, Dora feared that this tiny creature would sever the bond she shared with her sister thoroughly.
It ended with a crack.
Not audibly, like the thunder above, but somewhere inside of her, as if a joint had popped into place. As if her vision had come back into focus, and where there had been one there was now two. Neither the lesser because of the other, and, if anything, both more sharply accentuated by the other's existence. The passion, the tender love, the adoration; it all came through to her as plainly as words. Every passing moment she stood transfixed on those hot sands, one hand firmly wrapped around her sister’s, eyes only for the dragonet upon her feet, her fears and doubts were leeched away—helpless against the encouraging warmth.
How could she have ever feared that a dragon would break the bonds of family, especially this dragon, her dragon. Her dragon. ”Her name is Macchith,” she whispered softly, her voice sluggish from Impression, mind still dragging behind on how suddenly her world had aligned around a new focal point. And I do…love you, endlessly. Was this what her sister was seeking? A feeling of belonging so intrinsic that it could not be argued? Would her darling sister hurt, now that she would be the one alone when Dora had been anticipating the situation to be reversed? She didn’t need the gentle comfort of her dragon to assure her that this was not the case, but that automatic assurance—the swell of love and pride that matched her nervous worry and eased it—steadied her.
”She’s sorry, for the mistake I mean, mistaking us,” again words seemed to fail her, but if the bond between herself and Macchith now occupied the same space as the bond between herself and Elianne, well—they had always seemed to understand one another without words, hadn’t they? That was it then, for using her sister as a crutch, she wouldn’t be there to hide behind any longer, as if I would let you, and there was Macchith to care for now. Or, be cared for by, as the case seemed to be. It went both ways, didn’t it? Perhaps that was really what Impression was all about. So in the eternity that had passed since Impression, or seconds as the case may be, Dora gave her twin’s hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it to the air.
A new life was starting, and while she was still certain her sister would join her someday, if not today, it had started for her now—she could not hide from it. A bubbling laughter rose up inside her, or the impression of it, as the beautiful Pink at her feet expressed tender mirth at the changing emotions of her chosen human. For one long moment Dora could do nothing but stroke the knobby eye ridges and chase the lines along that tiny pink neck, but her fingers came away from the soft leathery hide dusty, and inside she felt a nagging hunger that was not her own. I’m so sorry! She apologized inwardly with a mental wail. I love you
Simply said, and backed fully by more adoration than Dora could have imagined a tiny body would be capable of feeling, it did the trick. It was almost impossible to feel guilty, or nervous, with such strong encouragement and trust. It was time to go, to walk off together. She stood shakily, unconsciously dusting herself off to the mild approval of her dragon who was not opposed to doing one’s best even if she did want to be with her siblings. Her farewell to Elianne might have been longer, but her sister always did know what was best, and where Elidora needed a push, so before she could so much as blink she found herself walking off the sands, led by Macchith.
Would you rather I carried you? Dora was certain she had seen that happen before, and oh her darling was so small. It’s very important for a young dragon to be strengthened, and everyone, especially my siblings, will know that even the smaller dragons can be something greater. The dragonet was so sure of herself, but lacked any arrogance—if anything it seemed like the show was for her family, not herself, because Dora could sense how ravenous and tired she really was from her extended stay on the sands. One day I will be strong, like my father, we all will be. They only need a little help, a little push, like you do sometimes
”Your father?” In her confusion she spoke aloud, and wondered if people would find her strange, but the thought passed fleetingly—of course they wouldn’t! All riders spoke to themselves, or seemed to, at one time or another. She might have given that more thought, but Macchith’s sweet mindvoice called her back to their ongoing conversation. He is that brave Blue up there, Dora watched as the dragonet tossed her pink head up toward the ledges, but when her eyes followed it was all she could do to pick out individual blue dragons among the multitude of coloured wingsails and craning necks. Suddenly her vision shifted, like the image was being seen from two completely different vantage points, one far lower to the hot sands than her own.
Him, Macchith said cheerfully, her Voice filled with tinges of awe and respect for the dark-bellied Blue filling one side of Dora’s disjointed image. Dora stumbled and the mixed imagery was gone in a flash, and if the world still swam a little in front of her eyes, well she could always blame it on sand-warmed air mixing with the cool storm air filtering down from above. You know it’s very remarkable that father was able to catch mother, but we’re all remarkable. Oh let’s do go eat with Taceuth and his, M’iles, I believe you are acquainted.
Dora paled visibly as she continued her careful march behind Macchith, that was actually the exact opposite of what she had intended, in fact she was quite certain there were very lovely corners to feed her dragon in—or maybe even in the gardens. Or the Barracks, not that they’d be allowed to return there. ”I don’t actually—I never—you see I mostly,” well how exactly would she tell her dragon that she spent more time avoiding company than actually being in it? Silly though, because there wouldn’t be a thing she could hide from Macchith now, and no sooner had she spoken than she was being caressed, and soothed, by gentle feelings of tenderness and understanding. Of course, if she had been mistaken into thinking that she was going to have her way—hiding that is—the Pink put that to rest soundly.
There’s always a time to start, and oh look, there they are! Oh I’m so hungry, dear, can we please hurry? Dora may have been tempted to balk further, if not for those shared feelings that told her just how hungry her dragonet was, and how itchy. Nothing would prevent her from fulfilling her dragon’s needs, especially not her own shyness. Besides, what did she have to fear now, she was Impressed—she belonged—hopefully she could form friendships here…with the help of Macchith maybe anything was possible: which must have been the sort of thinking her dragon approved of, because the answering wave of love that washed over her from the inside out made her weak in the knees with happiness.
Taceuth, she called happily to her clutchmate as she padded closer to the pair, dragging her bonded in tow. Do be sure to chew thoroughly, you must nurture your body so you can rule the skies like our father. I am counting on you to lead us in lessons. With a happy sigh she settled down near the Blue dragonet and waited for Dora to join her, which of course she did willingly, folding her legs underneath her and doing her best to avoid looking completely stupid in front of the boy to whom the Blue had bonded. Say something, she willed herself—to the quiet encouragement of Macchith, but he seemed so very busy (very busy indeed), so she settled on a quick smile before hiding her face in the meat pail that was offered to her.
If Macchith’s swirling green eyes had pupils, Elidora was certain they would have rolled at her—lovingly of course—but as it was the Pink simply snorted delicately and settled onto her bonded’s thigh, ready to nourish her own body in preparation for their future: one bite at a time, both as cautious as the other to the lessons learned by schooling and instinct. First food, then oil, then sleep. Food, then oil, then sleep. Then lessons. Their lives would become structured, ordered, and—it seemed—this was what they both were seeking above all else, for neither of them seemed much to mind the idea of spending every day doing this. It was a wonder to lose herself in the feeling of Macchith. Dora didn’t even mind the metallic taste of blood that teased her throat as if she were the one eating from the pail.
I love you, Elidora
and I you, Macchith
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Rii
Wingleader
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Post by Rii on Oct 9, 2012 21:46:01 GMT -5
G'dan's face lit in a shy smile as he saw the viridianrider beckoning to him, rising and starting to pick his way down to where Day'ar sat with L'xon. He was a little leery of joining company with the relative unknown - Turns later and he still felt like he didn't know half of his Weyr - but if Day'ar liked him, he had to be... safe. Yes, safe was the best word. Drawing level with them, he nodded awkwardly at the bluerider and sat on Day'ar's opposite side with a soft thump.
"A good color spread," he offered softly by way of greeting. "And, and no violence, Faranth willing. That's good."
Prith nodded with slow grace at Ambrith. Yours as long as you can catch me. Such was the way of things. She did favor the viridian, both of her own preference and her rider's, but it wasn't right to shorten a flight over such preferences. Ambrith had shown he was capable of winning her of his own merit during her maiden flight; that was best.
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Blues and blacks and pinks, oh my! Elly propped a hand on her hip, patting her twin reassuringly in lieu of irritating newly-hatched dragonets with spates of whispering. Just like Dora t'fret herself silly waiting. Hatchings were rather jolly, as long as you kept your eyes peeled. The Bitran-born candidate gave a half-smirk, entertaining herself with mental wagers of which candidate the babies would choose. And losing; Ha, didn't expect that pink t'choose someone so big. Well, size ain't everything.
Then there was a pink peering up at her, then at her twin - and the rainbow whirl of colors they'd been taught to expect suffused the little dragonet's eyes. Stunned, Elianne stared. Her twin had Impressed - and in an instant, she knew Dora would never need her the way she'd used to again. "Knew y'would," she managed, her voice a quiet croak. Air. Her hand was empty. For a moment she looked at it, the smudge of dirt left on her palm from Dora's eternal gardening. And what am I, without her to fight for?
Moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked it away ruthlessly. No, Elidora mustn't realize that she felt anything but joy for her twin. A habitual, pasted-on grin spread across her face; clever hands flapped gently. "Don' worry 'bout lil mistakes like that. Say hi! Take 'er t'get fed, you know they get right 'ungry first-off." She gave her sister a quick half-hug, promising softly, "I'll find y'later. Promise." Except you won't need me to.
Catching Viyeri looking her way, she offered him a wink and a wicked grin; if he couldn't tell which twin was which now, he was blind. See? She was fine, absolutely fine - she couldn't care less if she was left standing! The important thing is Dora's matched off safe, Elly-girl. That's always been the important thing, to take care of her. She lifted her chin proudly.
I can take care of myself. Alone.
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Jr. Weyrwoman
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 9, 2012 22:41:17 GMT -5
Halventh contracted his lower lids up to the midline of his eyes as Ambrith spoke, cracking his jaws and lolling out his tongue a bit. The blue twitched his head from side to side, and the motion grew into a full-bodied shiver like he was trying to stir a mountain of firelizards from his backside. He leaned out over the Stands again, this time to get a better look at the distant Prith. His tail-tip twitched, but he sat back down without comment.
"What you said was that Halventh made something beautiful," L'xon replied, smirking at Ambrith's continued scowl before he turned back to Day'ar. "I apologize. You know how he gets to me sometimes. I like your sentiment. Halventh is more like early evening. This one is what- morning? Near noon? Perhaps if he continues to be a good dragon, he will see all the phases of sunlight and moonslight to fruition."
That was beautiful, Halventh swelled in a teary voice. Then, more insistent and significantly less entranced, Do it again.
That's all I've in me for the next season, I think. He tipped his head to one side as G'dan spoke up from behind Day'ar. Maybe that wasn't meant for him, but the bluerider adorned a thin smile anyway. "Thanks," he said, almost cutting ahead of any words Day might have in reply.
He returned his attention to the Sands at a nudge from Halventh, just in time to catch something...L'xon's lips pressed together as he recognized and re-lived from golden memory that first distinct interaction of dragon and rider. He was already studying Viyeri carefully when the ex-Candidate turned to him. It took him a moment too long, but he waved back, then closed his fingers and pumped his fist skyward.
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Post by Lan on Oct 10, 2012 0:51:27 GMT -5
A'bar was a bit late to the hatching. It had taken a while to get his new, clean uniform from the tailor and he had just had time to put it on. New leather. New patches. New smell. He felt like a new man. Boots were the same ones he had worn for the past seasons, although they were shined up for the occasion. Admiring the needlework and the feel of his new apparel, he stood and walked into Ablath's room. He felt very proud and... well, accomplished. They were decidedly not things he to which he was accustom, but he reveled in them all the same. "How do I look?" He smiled at his dragon and did one complete turn with his arms held out from his body. The green trilled happily and maneuvered her way to where she could give her rider a prompt like on the cheek--which, due to her size, ended up almost covering the whole of one side of his face.
You look amaaaaaazing, A'barMine! Like a strong, courageous Weyrleader! Oh, I'm so proooud of you, A'barMine! Have I told you this enough? You're the most wonderful and amazing rider and I'm glad you're Mine. And you'll always be mine forever and ever! She encircled his body with her head and her tail and cooed softly at her favorite man. A'bar chuckled softly, then shrugged it off and put on his serious face.
"It's just new clothes, Ablath. Nothing more." Even though his words were solemn, a grin still pulled at the corners of his face. Before Ablath could get another run-on sentence in, he interrupted, "C'mon. We should probably go. We're late enough as it is."
They pulled in just as the blue had Impressed and Ablath gave a congratulatory bugle. All was well! A'bar quickly took inventory of what had happened. There seemed to be... a black, a pink, a blue, a green, and a... large greenish-blue? Right. Viridian. He was darker and more blue than the others A'bar had seen, though. Soon another pink claimed her rider and the greenrider applauded appropriately from his place off to the side of the stands. Then the viridian had claimed his as well. That made... six weyrlings so far. A blue and a brown were still on the sands, and so there would be at least 8. Goodness, this was going to be a larger class than he had remembered from previous sub-queen hatchings. Perhaps their Weyrlingmaster would have more on his hands that he might have bargained for.
It was F'ton's fault Poseith was late. After drill he had gone for a bath, not wanting to appear at a hatching under-dressed. Of course, it probably didn't help that Doll had taken to hiding in his clean trousers and had refused to come out despite the kind promptings from himself and Echelon. Goodness, they'd be lucky to make it there before all of the dragonets hatched! As soon as Doll's crisis had been averted, though, the three men (that being F'ton, Poseith, and Echelon) headed for the hatching sands as was proper. Poseith, after all, was the father of one of the clutches. It was improper already that they had arrived late, but it would be wholly improper if they hadn't shown at all!
As Poseith entered the cavern and swooped over to a bit of the stands close (but not too close) to his Lady Nikianeth, he bugled a call and touched his mind to hers. I apologize for my lateness, my Queen. I shall be over here if you need me. He surveyed the sands as F'ton dismounted and found a seat on one of the benches, then added with paternal pride, Our children are beautiful. In the statement were hints that their beauty came from their mother, but they needn't be formally said over telepathic communication. It was obvious already and Poseith was a man of few words.
F'ton waved at Armania, although the soft flush of his cheeks kept him from sending any more of a greeting than that. Just because Poseith had found a Lady did not mean that F'ton had found one. Armania was kind and nice and pretty, but she was also a good deal older than him. That mixed with his already confusing feelings about his best friend held him silent. Even on the morning after he had spoken no more than was necessary. Dragons, he thought, they're turning me into one of those men who sleep around. Poseith, having heard the comment, was neither offended nor apologetic.
It is our duty, F'tonMine. We must keep the Weyr populated for Fall.
It may be your duty, but I doubt any kid would be happy for my traits. The ironrider grimaced, but cheered up when he saw how many dragons had already hatched on the sands. It would be a fair-sized class. He could only hope that they would not have the same misfortune that the Skystalkers' had.
Nimara was not worried about running a little late to the hatching. Now that she had other Candidatemasters working with her, it was not vital for her to be overseeing as much as she had before. Even so, she arrived as the first dragon Impressed and stayed low in the sands in case her assistance was needed for anything. After the hatching was over, she knew she would have to give the typical speech of how there was always next time and how not Impressing was not the end of the world. Her heart went out to those who didn't Impress and came with such high hopes. Equally so, her joy was reserved most particularly tonight for those who did Impress. She noticed some new candidates and some old among the ranks of those already paired and a bright grin sprung up on her face.
Stupid orange, Waroth grumbled, in her usual humor, First she threatens my candidates and then she steals them. With her fancy large clutch. Pff. I should murder her. Nimara's stern mental presence corrected the last sentence with a non-verbal reprimand and Waroth grumbled still.
I don't see the point of hatchings, anyway, she held her head up high as she looked over which dragonets had Impressed and which of her kids were being taken away from her, It's all one large disappointment.
By that time Nimara had decided to ignore the red's mutterings and just enjoy the Hatching. At least it wasn't... that bloody? There was a tussle between two of the dragonets that had ended as the mother stepped between them.
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Post by larkwing on Oct 11, 2012 14:21:19 GMT -5
Let's get down to business To defeat the Huns Did they send me daughters When I asked for sons?
Despite the rain that now raged around the Weyr, the blue dragonet that Nikianeth had clutched could care less. His dark hide was slick with more than egg-goo now, the water dripping from his wingtips and mixing with the blood left from his brother's wounds. For a moment he paused mid-stride, tasting the air with an equally dark tongue that snaked out from parted jaws. His mother stared at him, perplexed by his behavior as the dragonet stood on the sands and simply stared at the candidates. He had already decided who was his, but the candidate was being remarkably irritating. The rusty red of his eyes only brightened as he watched his chosen fall deeper into that agitated state. A soft growling pumped from his chest, nothing like a throaty purr and more like a warning sound. Beside him, the brown had crept up to his smaller sibling, his wings flicking in and out nervously. Surely his sibling would not hurt his chosen person, right? The blue snorted, shoving the brown away from him with a quick motion of his tail, the brown falling onto the sands with a squawk. A gentle nudge from Nikianeth set the young sub-king right though, the brown nuzzling his mother's nose briefly before sneezing. It was cold, and he was hungry nothing was going as he wanted it to! The blue wheeled around at his brother's complaints, ignoring his chosen human for now to growl and snap at the other dragonet. How dare he simply complain and go on for no reason! The brown cowered lower, hissing weakly at the blue's words, shaking his head back and forth. Well then, nothing was quite going right for him now was it? Giving a final click of his jaws, the blue turned his gaze to the unidentified form that had disturbed the candidates. Bothersome...they all were so bothersome. Did no one understand the direness of it all? They were supposed to find one of those human things, bond to them and then get to work shardit! Except his was just still cowering and complaining as much as his brother was, wasn't she? Stalking up to Yrri, the blue barreled into her suddenly, tipping her onto the hot sands and sitting on her chest with teeth bared and snarling. You are not weak Yrri! Your Perith says so! Do you think yourself helpless, unworthy, worthless? NO! There is nothing without work my dear, and I will show you that if it kills us both.Rainbow eyes seemed to gentle as he looked upon his rider, sending feelings of both hunger and disappointment, but also love. Could his rider not see that she had so much potential, that they had so much potential? Well, she would in time. Eying a scratch his young talons had caused her on her arm, the blue bent down his head and licked up the blood, crooning softly as his tail wove back and forth behind him. You are never alone my dear Yrri.You're the saddest bunch I ever met But you can bet Before we're through Mister, I'll make a man out of you Tranquil as a forest But on fire within Once you find your center you are sure to win Yrri of Blue Perith We must be swift as the coursing river With all the force of a great typhoon With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Personality:Perith can be summed up mainly in two words; “Diligent” and “Caring”, even if the latter is a tough love more than anything else. The blue always concerns himself with others first before wondering what he himself is in need of, and he easily and readily picks up any and all slack left behind by others in his Wing. This also makes him very critical of those around him though, especially those he cares about since he doesn’t want them to get hurt or to slack off on their share. To add to this, Perith does not care for anyone who is excessively vain or obsessed with themselves. In fact, to the blue rank means nothing except those with it should act accordingly to match common beliefs. He himself could be decent enough at a leadership position if he were given the chance, and is ready and willing to step forward in a group. However, he does not hog the position either. Worried that he and his rider will never be good enough, Perith is most critical of himself and Yrri. This is especially since he cannot stand the girl putting herself down for any reason. Those sort of thoughts are meaningless in the blue’s mind, and they have no place in their bond. Appearance:At about the normal size for a blue, Perith is what some would call a stunning creature. His hide is coated with a glossy, midnight blue that reaches from head to tail in an even hue. The dragon is not just this one color though, and similar to his other siblings has a myriad of other colors that mark his hide in unique designs. Generally this is in a bright turquoise and a paler sky blue that follow each other closely in pattern. The first is a snip of color on his nose. Then there is the line going down his spine, the flaring circles on his chest, the line that follows that all the way to his tail tip and wraps around by forming rings along its length. The tips of his wings are marked in a similar design, as are his joints and toes on his legs. For a not-so-average coloring, Perith is a pretty average blue in build. He is made for stamina and speed both with strong leg muscles and wings that are broad and well defined. He is somewhat on the stockier side for blues, crafted more like a draft breed than a racer if one were to think of it in terms of runners. His tail is also on the shorter side if you really got down to it, and his neck is somewhat thick, but those are things that are rarely ever taken into account. 000033 00EEEE C1F0F6
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Post by kireon on Oct 11, 2012 19:00:18 GMT -5
"M'iles? A fine name for you, brother, for I am sure you are to go far!" A little known, and fairly recent development for the massive young man with the itty bitty pink in his palm; Th'or loved bad jokes. Positively delighted in them, the pun-ier they were, the better. And he roared with laughter over his latest one.
He beamed at his brother's praise, more than pleased that his brother approved of the little lady, and peered at the scrap of hide, noting how Kallyeith spelled her name- though he was sure he'd forget it in time as well- and then to Taceuth's as well, his brother's wonderful Harper blue dragon. "A fine appetite your Taceuth has as well, and such a brilliant one! Fresh out of the egg and already he's a match for you!"
It was time to greet the others, Skelis, something about the woman made him smile and he gave her a hearty clap on the shoulder that may or may not bruise depending on how easily her skin did such, and headed over to the strapping lad who'd Impressed a sub-king! A mighty fine viridian at that! "I congratulate you, my fellow Weyrling!" Another extremely enthusiastic bellow and an equally enthusiastic and friendly slap on the back. "A fine viridian he is! You do your family proud with this Impression, to say nothing of the pride you bring upon this fine Weyr we have Impressed at!"
Kallyeith, carefully chewing on some of the meat that Th'or had so lovingly placed upon his palm for her while he walked around talking to everyone and congratulating him- such a kind, loving man she had, she would be sure to be the best ever for him and make sure he was also the best ever too! They would be the best together, flying around the Weyr and bringing a smile to all who would look upon them, and they would forget their worries and- ooh, that was a tasty morsal! She'd have to ask Th'or to get her more of that. Her eyes whirrled happily as she looked to the viridian and hailed him the very way Th'or would have done, just in her own way, of course. I greet you and yours, Vespasiath of the fine building making! You have chosen a fine rider, and I am sure you will both be absolutely amazing- just like my Th'or and I! Try some of this, it's absolutely amaaaazing! She held a piece of whatever it was she found so delectable in her mouth, showing it off to Vespasiath with a pleased look on her little pink face.
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Post by Reky on Oct 11, 2012 19:18:25 GMT -5
Tiberth was a carefully voracious eater. He held his fine hide in such high regards that he was loathe to muddy it with blood, but he also appreciated the taste of raw meat. He thought it a meal fit for a soldier such as himself, and he was very hungry. Outwardly, however, he looked quite slow and glum about eating, but the mindlink Skelis was privy to revealed his connoisseurial opinions. When he asked it of her, she would hold a bit of meat out for him, and he would snap it up with as much precision as his heavy newborn head would allow. All the while, she continued to marvel at the small, slick beast before her. It was baffling that such a beautiful creature should be linked to her for life.
Hearing these thoughts, Tiberth lifted his head. I am the very image of dignity, he said, opening his maw in a toothy, joking grin. The expression was a little awkward, but Skelis understood.
As Tiberth slowly ate, more and more newly-Impressed pairs migrated from the Sands to the feeding buckets. Skelis and her black were approached, and she turned to see a familiar boy there. Mediles, he used to be - but doubtless, something different now.
"Congrats to you, too," she beamed, spotting Taceuth. "This is Tiberth."
Spelled as such, [/color] the black sent to his blue brother, attaching his name in separate letters. He was growing bored of the very simple, official conversation. This new "record-keeping" business was something he decided to be uninteresting. Action was preferable. When the name had been scratched down and the bluepair had moved on, Tiberth finally decided that he was full. Skelis meant to reply to him concerning this - something witty, poking fun - but she was interrupted by the loud bellowing of her name. She whipped around to find the culprit, but from the voice, she already knew who it was. "Dad!" She had not been expecting him to make it. She had written to him about the impending hatching, of course, but it had started so recently that it was a surprise to see her family clan so soon. A grin burst across her face to match the exact shape of the smile the bearded man wore. She stood and was met with the crushing nature of his hug and the scratchiness of his beard in her face. She felt him laughing low and deep, then held her out at arm's length. "Faranth be gold 'n' shiny!" he boomed. "My pretty little journeyman daughter's a drag'nrider now!" And little Tiberth, back a few feet with the bucket, squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest. "His name's Tiberth," Skelis said. She saw four others approaching and was struck with a joy that almost - almost - rivaled that as seeing Tiberth's rainbow eyes. It was more of a pride. To see her mother, her brother, and her friends there - to know that they saw where she had risen to, where her life was taking her - was equal to the greatest night of festivities. "Ilsidan! Heifdem -- you both made it."Tiberth stood with all the dignity he could muster. He was unsure of these new people, spewing their congratulations, but he felt the love that Skelis had for them and was calmed. --- Up in the stands and the ledges, a slew of people were cheerily watching despite the rain. Feoran had made R'fus come to watch and Eondith duly shielded them from the offending precipitation. Lin sat with a humming, happy green Memnorooth; Kesviry with a nervous pink Karath. The cyan Viorth was trying to get her Osine to be her umbrella, because having the dragon be the umbrella was too mainsteam. R'len and Kaezeth fancied themselves proud uncles, Ardith was telling stories to Pash (again), Naireth was entirely disinterested but humoured Samael anyways, and Jarith had discovered that the rain made her extra shiny (to the dismay of E'rin - who only wanted to watch the Hatching). Even X'ni and his green had come to watch, but Enlith was so done with the hatching by now that she tried to get him to leave with her. Cleo, as usual, was cheering tirelessly for all of those who got the chance that she had never had. --- Veritka was feeling all out of sorts. With the rain seeping into the heat of the Sands and pouring down through the half-open ceiling, he was beginning to shiver. Cold was not an issue to him - especially this warm, coastal brand of cold - but the wetness was another matter. He clenched his jaw and, seeing dragon after dragon Impress to people that were not him, wanted nothing more than to slink back to his clean room and put on something warm and dry. He saw the viridian, the blue, the pink, the other blue all Impress, and he did clap. It felt weird to clap with his wet robes clinging to his arms, but he did anyway. He was happy for them - he really was! - but he just wasn't happy for the rain. It had picked a terrible time to come. Right on top of them? It was rude. It was even getting in his eyes and oh, he didn't like rain. In fact, he had rarely even encountered it before. It rained only a few times during the year at Cold River Hold, in the summer, and the rest of the time it snowed. He preferred snow, and that was saying a fair bit, considering he was sick of it after seventeen years of almost always being buried in it. Stop it, Veritka, you're so boring and gross. There's baby dragons! And there were, somewhere. Something sneaking around in the growing rainy darkness, and a brown somewhere out on the sands. Babies were a good reason to suck it up for a little while longer. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Cathaline on Oct 11, 2012 19:23:15 GMT -5
"How amusing," M'iles said dryly to his brother's pun. In contrast to Th'or's enthusiastic greetings, he offered his own softer, though sincere, congratulations to each new weyrling, asking the men for their new names. Out of politeness he also asked after the dragons, though Taceuth was ready with each one - not merely the name, but how it felt in his mind.
Skelis, of black Tiberth. S'ven, of green Qianath - Taceuth turned up his nose at the mention of her, but calmed slightly when M'iles informed him that she had chosen a steady rider. Elidora, of pink Macchith; V'yeri, of viridian Vespasiath. Taceuth liked that one, and scratched at the sand with a talon, writing the alliterative bond down in his own language.
Yrri, of blue Perith, was next. Seven weyrlings out of ten eggs. There was a brown out there yet, and the mysterious shadow. One egg that looked as though it might not hatch, as well, but there was no telling just yet. "No roommate for us yet," M'iles noted to Taceuth. No other men on male dragons. The brown would get a room of his own, so it all depended on who the mystery dragon Impressed - unless it was a she. Could be a very dark green, he supposed, trying to spot it. Had it gone?
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Jazz cheered for each new Impression, proud of each of her Candidates - the newer ones and those she'd known since gaining her position both. She was pleased to see Viyeri finally Impress, and S'ven. Who next, though? Tremayne had lost his longtime roommate, and they would soon have to think of aging him out. He might have one hatching left to him, if someone flew soon, but he had to be twenty by now. Oh, she hated the thought of losing any of the candidates that way. It wasn't fair, when people could Impress older, but she understood why it had to be.
Stop thinking sad thoughts![/i]
I know, Pudgeth, I know. It's a beautiful occasion, even if it is raining.[/i]
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A new viridian at last,[/i] Ambrith noted, fluttering his wings in a disgruntled way. He appreciates order, I can see.[/i]
"A new friend for you, then," Day'ar absently said aloud. He leaned slightly into G'dan, glancing at L'xon. "That's your friend, isn't it? I'm so happy."
Ambrith glanced back at Prith and said solemnly, If I could no longer catch you, you would not deserve me.[/i] Dragons rarely mated for life, and while he had achieved a certain mental harmony with her, he felt no particular fidelity to her. Right now she was his, as he was hers, but that could change at any moment. It would not prevent them from loving each other, no matter how much anxiety the thought caused his rider.
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Post by thyme on Oct 11, 2012 19:43:51 GMT -5
Owethu watched as the artfully colored blue veered not towards the remaining male candidates but towards the female candidates. He couldn’t help but gasp when the blue leapt onto one of the girls. A claw raked into the girl’s arm and Owethu rocked forward as if he wanted to intervene. He hadn’t done anything at the wher anything but this time he wouldn’t stand by like a bump on a log but before any wild plans burst into his head the blue’s eyes shifted into the rainbow of Impression. He was momentarily taken aback but he shifted back into place among the male candidates. Dragons were strange creatures. Trying to maul someone one minute, Impressing them the next. He recognized the girl pinned under the blue as the boyish-looking Yrri. Owethu could have imagined her with a blue much more easily than he could have the burly man and his pink.
With growing trepidation Owethu turned back to look at all the empty eggs and broken dreams out on the sands. There was only one dragonet left and he wasn’t presumptuous enough to think that the brown would Impress him. None of the dragonets had looked once him. Maybe Iasineth had been wrong. Maybe he wasn’t dragon riding material. He wanted to Impress more than anything but the odds were against him. There were still plenty of candidates on the sands from which the brown could meet his match. The brown seemed so dejected though and with sudden fear he wondered if the dragonet might not Impress. Was he going to between because he found the candidates before him somehow lacking? Owethu might not Impress but he hadn’t stopped to consider that the dragonets might not Impress either…
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Post by Boo on Oct 11, 2012 19:46:04 GMT -5
Lightning flashed across the sky again and the rain fell a little more steadily as though the very elements were answering the dragoness. Of course, this was how Agrippith saw it… Not necessarily how any others saw it. For a while, Agrippith remained still, watching the egg as though hoping that her sheer will would make it hatch. Yet there was no movement. Nothing in the slightest. Take heart, my dear, there is still another. Yes. It was true. Six children from this hatching and one back at their home Weyr. This was not such a horrible event after all. Where was that wily little creature anyway? Agrippith shifted her dark orange tail, displaying the hidden dragonet after a moment of searching.
Eyes whirling with suspicion and frustration at being discovered, the blue straightened for a brief moment before prowling stealthily behind the eggs. His nose and face, a much darker colour but once he had been made fully visible there was no doubt as to his colour. Lirone had only spotted the young dragon’s nose before… Yet as she saw him now she couldn’t believe she had mistaken him.
The blue looked as a wild creature, untamed and unbridled but there seemed to be no ill will behind the actions. He held no real aggression to anyone. He only seemed to be studying everything most cautiously. The blue walked first towards the female candidates, slowly and carefully. Suddenly, he darted off again, trying to keep to the shadows. No. None of them would do. He was in agreement with a lot of his siblings… His was on the other side.
Quietly and with a litheness in contradiction to his muscled size, the blue made his way behind the candidates, eyes watching for any sign of movement. There. That was the one. The one who was large and short… For this candidate was the one he wanted in his life and the one he would take as his own. The best there was. The blue jumped and tackled Tremayne, standing on the man’s back looking around at everyone with a cautious expression and a protective stance. Mine. He declared, Praerruth’s Tr’ayne. Then the blue looked down at his chosen bonded. I have scouted for you. The whole area is safe. Let us go join the others. One of them would be a good friend for you.
Praerruth – Tr’ayne {236B8E} Personality: This dragon holds a measure of intellect behind his muscles, but his primary trait is something else entirely. Loyalty, and an iron code of ethics. What that code of ethics is, he doesn't say, but he refuses to break it. He is equal parts soldier, spy, and adviser, willing to be the fly on the wall, the grunt (or commander) in the field, or the Dragon behind his rider's success. But that success will never come at the cost of his honor. Complicating that relationship is that he won't tell his Rider what it is that he considers to be honorable, only what isn't. This fits in with his role as adviser, because he will happily 'correct' his commanding officer's lack of moral fiber if necessary...even if his code of ethics isn't what the Weyr espouses. Prerruth moves sneakily, like a spy and gathers information about the world. He passes on information to his superiors if it ascribes to his code of ethics, which includes not lying to superiors. He respects and gets along well with Tiberth and considers the black quite an adept leader but sees that he can be manipulated along with a number of his other siblings. Praerruth will scout out potential friends and people in general for his bonded informing him how they act and how appropriate they are in general for the pursuit of a friendship. He will approach them in his sneaky manner and watch them closely for any indication of hostility before informing his bonded that the subject might just be a very good friend. Another part of his ethics includes ensuring that his bonded is never left alone or without a human friend in their life. He would do almost anything to protect his bonded or those weaker, even if it amounted to violence. To his bonded he is encouraging and thoughtful, being an introspective dragon that is able to be a voice of reason. Appearance: Praerruth is stocky and well-muscled, even freshly out of the egg, with an assured look that makes him seem like a grizzled veteran in some way, even if its only the glint in his eyes, or the sureness to his step. His blue is dark and steely, with slight variations towards a darker shade around his legs, but his face is near black coloring, fading into the normal blue of his body just past his neck. His tail, however, is a bit shorter than others, almost stumpy in nature. He's also a big blue, something that he takes pride in, if only for the strength it gives him. {Made by Ondine}
There. The end. Nothing more to see. Move along. Agrippith looked at her last egg again and then growled softly. Nearly perfect. Lirone lowered her head, saddened by the emotions she felt through the bond, as much affected as her dragon. The orange raised herself up on her hind legs. Lirone looked up and heard something. “WAIT! NO!” Agrippith abruptly pulled out of crushing the egg and looked over at her rider, sorrow whirring through her eyes as Lirone came running over, into the middle of the egg shells, the remnants of all that had happened. The rider’s eyes were wide as she came close to the egg, hearing a frantic scrabbling. “It’s alive! Can you hear it!? Agrippith! It’s alive! Only… It can’t get out…” Lirone’s hands pressed to her mouth. She couldn’t interfere… No matter how much she desperately wanted to. Her brow was creased with worry as the scrabbling became ever more frantic and desperate.
Agrippith looked at the egg, eyes whirring with both happiness and concern. She could not tear it open… The shell was too thick and she could harm her child… What was more, the infant dragonet had to learn strength. Instead, she offered strong encouragement to the dragon imprisoned within until there was the slightest hole formed. Another tense moment, a little more frantic wriggling and a white nose stuck out of the hole, the dragonet gasping for air. All movement then stopped as the dragonet caught its breath.
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Post by Rii on Oct 11, 2012 20:16:28 GMT -5
G'dan tentatively edged an arm around Day'ar, ready to drop it if the nervous veridianrider showed any sign whatsoever of the contact being unwanted or upsetting. Shards and shells, he wasn't any good at this at all, not a bit. Day'ar was important to him, had been long before Prith rose and Ambrith flew her. He didn't ever want to make him upset, especially not lastingly so.
If it is meant to be, it will be, my G'dan, Prith advised him. Worry will not change it.
Clearing his throat nervously, he gestured with his other hand down at the sands. "That brown looks- well, scared, a little anyway, or not scared but just... unsure." The greenrider gave a small grin at the Impression of the determined blue. "That one not so much, though." He continued watching, leaning forward breathlessly as the final, previously-still egg cracked.
"It's alive!"
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Elly watched the dragonets Impress - first the very businesslike blue, from Nikianeth's clutch, then the second-last one from Agrippith's, the one she'd hoped was a trickster. It appeared he was nothing of the sort, more was the pity. He was, it seemed, merely cautious. She felt something that was almost... disappointment. She was always on the lookout for kindred spirits, even in dragons that would never talk to her.
Oh well. There's always a chance next time for another joker t'be born. Elly rubbed her hands together, then propped them on her hips, disregarding the poor weather. Rain was only water, after all, even if it made her look like a drowned rat with scraggly curls. She shook her head a little at the brown - poor thing didn't seem to quite know what was to be done - and shot a look at the last egg.
Ain't moving. Guess it won't be hatching. The life-loving gambler took her hands from her hips to fold them across her chest. It was a crying shame; on one rare occasion of expressing her inner thoughts and feelings, she'd confessed to Elidora that she hated it when young things died little or were stillborn - all the joys of life denied them before they had a chance. All the things that gave life its flavor, that gave creatures reason for being, snatched away before ever unfolding.
Then it moved.
Elianne leaned forward, silently rooting for the hatchling within. C'mon, you can do it. Fight it out, meet your partner. "C'mon," she muttered beneath her breath. "Show 'em what's what. Show 'em you got a life t'live."
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Oct 11, 2012 20:31:27 GMT -5
Day'ar still wasn't totally comfortable with contact, much less public displays of affection, but he didn't pull away from G'dan. His...friend? Boyfriend? Person was too important to him for that, even if their relationship was rather undefined still. Someday they'd figure it out. They were still young; they had time. Part of him wished the confusion of their dragons flying together was off the table, and part was grateful for it. Mostly he just didn't want to talk about it.
Ambrith had little to say about the blue; he was more fascinated by the brown and the weakling still in its shell, eyeing each critically. He had best choose a strong rider,[/i] he allowed, with regard to the brown. Your offspring are better, Halventh. It is her fault that egg was too thick, I believe. It is not right.[/i] Eggs should be uniform. Too thin and the baby died early of cold, too thick and they suffocated. Hmph.
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"Ah, there we have it," M'iles said. Tremayne on a blue. Looked to be their roommate, then. That would certainly be...interesting. His dragon was very active, compared to cerebral Taceuth, and Tremayne himself didn't seem like a pleasant sort of boy. But having a dragon would improve him. That was the point, wasn't it?
Taceuth's head suddenly snapped up. My sibling lives,[/i] he announced, genuinely surprised by this. Trapped in the egg. But this is fascinating! History in the making! Come, M'iles, we must go closer.[/i]
"We're not meant to go back onto the sands. Your dam will be furious. You may have had no lessons to remember, but I certainly do. Our personal history will not be spoiled by rulebreaking on our first day together, I promise you that."
Taceuth huffed. We might have been the heroes. Mother will not act, I see. She thinks she is too big to remove my sibling without harm, but I could do it. I could, you know.[/i]
"Let it get out on its own, if it can." They were quite distant, and he craned his neck. "Look, its nose is out. What is that, a white? A gray? A tan? I think it's a tan." It made perfect sense. Pale in color, fit into that large egg, too daft to figure out how not to die.
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