Nia
Sr. Weyrwoman
niact[M:-790]
Posts: 991
|
Post by Nia on Nov 19, 2012 22:41:14 GMT -5
Kio grinned widely, "You should know by now that I don't sleep," he said with a laugh. It was a lie, of course. Kio did keep wher hours, he'd just been up in the daylight more often to investigate plague things. He couldn't just sneak into people's rooms while they were sleeping, afterall! Well, he could, but that wouldn't be any fun.
He did definitely enjoy R'fus calling him a "friend", though. To this kid that was next to him. The kid that had been visiting R'fus as well. They'd caught awkward glimpses of each other, he was sure. Aha! So would he finally get to meet this weirdo? Probably not, judging by R'fus' attempt to block them from seeing each other. This was a disaster waiting to happen, and Kio was fairly sure that Callistath would fly up here and kill them all if they were to disturb her Hatching.
The boy didn't seem to care enough to pick a fight, so Kio ignored him for now. Besides, he wanted to make fun of R'fus. "Aww, and I washed my hair for you and everything!" he said with a fake pout, scooting even closer into R'fus' space. He was sorely tempted to give the other man a peck on the cheek out of mock-affection, and also to freak out the boy sitting on the other side of them. But in the end, he decided against it. There would be a better time and place for that.
Back down on the Sands, the Blue was still pacing through the boys, growing more frustrated. He knocked over Calmere with his head, butting the boy to the ground and snorting at him. But no, this boy wasn't his. And a leader shouldn't harm others, he should simply teach them a lesson. And Calmere, being knocked over, must have learned his lesson: do not be the wrong boy. There. That'd show him. The Blue headed off again, going through the boys. He WOULD find His. And then he would teach His how to be a proper leader, and how to show up on time.
The large black and blue egg in the back began to rock, and then abruptly stopped. It seemed the dragonet inside was maybe figuring out how to escape his confinement without making too much of a fuss. Not a big attention grabber, that one. The egg calmly rocked again, and cracks began to appear down the side. The egg broke open without a lot of fanfare, and a Bronze stood up in the remains of his eggshells. He looked around calmly, taking in the world around him. No no, he was not about to rush forward. He was going to take his time, and think. He did enjoy thinking.
Behind the black and blue egg was where the Cyan had been poking around, and once the egg cracked and broke she was the first to notice. She eyed her Bronze clutchbrother warily, approaching him. He was so big! And the Bronze was quite a large one, even for his color.
The Cyan, making up her mind on what to do, ran forward and prodded the Bronze with her nose. And then she darted off, full speed towards the male Candidates. The Bronze watched after her, not making to chase her. ...what had that been about? He didn't quite understand actions, and the Cyan hadn't said anything to him. She needed to use her words! He shook his head, and instead moved slowly after her, making his way over tothe Candidates.
The Cyan was running at full speed towards the boys, almost barreling straight into Nartovyn, but veering off to trip over Calmere on the ground. She fumbled and fell, slightly scraping his legs with her claws as she fought for balance. She sat up, shook her head, and looked down at the boy. She stared at him for a while, and then hopped up to her feet. C'mereMine! You shouldn't get in your Cincith's way like that! We have to go experience things, ok? I want to do everything! Including Impress! Which, oh, I did that, [/color] she rambled on, stopping herself after realizing her slight mistake. Oh, she had Impressed! Right! One more thing to check off the bucket list! Cyan Cincith. 2eb5c0 Cincith is energy in a physical form. She is always upbeat and always moving, wanting to see and experience everything in the entire world. This Cyan is all about life experiences; she'd try anything once just to see what it was like. She would never decline something before actually trying it, and is constantly looking for new things to discover. The world is her oyster and she doesn't plan to waste a single second of it. Cincith wants everyone around her to enjoy their lives to the fullest, and her energy can be contagious. There are things that can get this energetic Cyan down, but she doesn't let it stay down for long. She believes everyone should be forgiven if they apologize, and she doesn't hold grudges. She was attracted to C'mere with the desire to cheer him up and get him the new experiences he so desired, and that's what she's going to do! Cincith doesn't give up, and if she believes something is possible she'll try for it with all her heart. Soon as one Cyan Impressed, it seemed another one hatched! The bigger purple egg in the back of the clutch broke soon after the Bronze hatched, as her egg had been leaning on his. As her egg fell it cracked, leaving a very lightly colored Cyan laying on her side. She was staring up, and hadn't moved from where her egg had broke open. Ah... wasn't the world so wonderful to be alive? What was the meaning of life, anyway? She thought on these things as she lay there, not bothering to move. The physical world was uninteresting... what did she need to move, when there were just so many things she could lay and ponder about? This Cyan definitely was not like her sister, as she didn't even notice the Bronze leave her side to go look for the males, nor did she notice the next egg hatch. The burgundy colored egg on the end had begun to shake and crack, smashing into the large dark cyan egg next to it. The impact caused the smaller egg to splinter into little pieces, eventually falling in on its occupant. The dragonet inside shook the eggshells from his body, sitting up and looking around him at the eggs. Seven. There were seven eggs left. His siblings must have began to hatch. Six of them. Two had Impressed and four were still on the Sands, including him. That made thirteen. Reorienting himself with thoughts of numbers, the Black stood up. Good. He knew where he was and what he had to do. He shook the one hundred and sixy eight eggshards from his singular self, and took three steps to clear himself from his eggshell. It took fifty steps to make it to the Candidates, which he enjoyed. He liked even numbers, they made sense. A lot of the world didn't make sense, but the Black knew he could always depend on numbers. Numbers and time. He'd been out of his egg for half a quarter of a candlemark. He moved systematically, making each step evenly distanced from the others. He inspected each Candidate in turn, until one caught his attention. He stared deeply at Veritka. There was a lack of numbers, but there were certainly things in this human's mind. Rythmatic things, and lists. He liked that, and he also liked that the human was also afraid and nervous. A quarter of a candlemark,[/color] he said, attempting to comfort His with numbers he was often comforted by, That is how long it took Tizenketh to find you, V'itkaOwn. Hunger is at ninety percent.[/color] He added, almost as an afterthought. He knew many more numbers he could tell His, if His continued to be upset. Black Tizenketh. 0f0f0f Numbers are Tizenketh's pride and joy. He likes anything to do with numbers, be it time, counting, measuring, or anything else. He feels comfortable and safe with numbers. He can understand them, and sometimes he likes to think the numbers understand him. But other than that, Tizenketh is fairly awkward. He is uncomfortable talking to others and prefers quiet and safety. He's not a risk-taker and never will be, prefering to take things slow and safe. "Feelings" are difficult for him to express and understand, and he often looks to V'itka for help and guidance when it comes to that. [/blockquote][/size]
|
|
|
Post by wild on Nov 19, 2012 23:08:20 GMT -5
Eggs were hatching left, right, and centre, making it hard for Raksha to focus on just one. She worried when the blue ran into a young man, but then it kept on going rather than mauling him. Thank goodness. And then the same boy was quickly approached by the cyan, and impressed. Her heart sank. Turning away from the sight of the boy and his new dragon, she watched as the largest egg rocked, taking its time about breaking open. When it did, it revealed a large bronze. Her eyes went wide at the sight of him. He was… impressive, to say the least. What lucky young man would procure him as a partner, she wondered? She looked over the boys, knowing none of them well enough to guess. She fidgeted impatiently, looking back just as another cyan broke free, its shell having cracked against its clutchbrothers. The bronze peered about; meanwhile the cyan looked rather spaced out. It stayed where it was, just… drifting off? Raksha tilted her head at the odd dragonet, wondering what its mind could’ve possibly been so enraptured with? Then there was a pretty black, and the creature was quick to impress to yet another boy.
Raksha didn’t know where she should be focusing her attention. The bronze was spectacular, but most certainly not for her, and the light-colored cyan seemed wholly disinterested in the candidates at this time. So, she stuck to watching the blue as he weaved in-between the boys. She sincerely hoped that he found his; he really was on the hunt! Had one of the boys not shown up? Hopefully not, that was far too tragic to think about.
The girl felt foolish, fidgeting as she was, but what else was she supposed to do? She was nervous. She played with her fingers before fiddling with her robes, staring down at them with a sour expression. They looked ridiculous on her, chances were. At least everyone’s wearing the same thing, she smirked. Her gaze slowly rose to the sole female dragonet on the sands. Would she too impress a boy? So far only one girl had been lucky enough to impress and the bronze most certainly wouldn’t impress to a girl. There was just about half of the clutch left, so she wouldn’t lose all hope just yet. Hope was all that any of them had.
|
|
Cathaline
Lady Holder
cathct[M:50]
Posts: 3,279
|
Post by Cathaline on Nov 19, 2012 23:10:32 GMT -5
Just as Calmere was stealing a quick glance toward his wife, something knocked into his legs. Totally unprepared as he was, it was a simple matter for the blue to headbutt him to the ground. His training took over; he was a dolphineer, after all, used to enthusiastic greetings, and he went limp to minimise the stress on his body during the trampling that was sure to follow.
But nothing worse than a bruised ego followed his undignified sprawl, and momentarily he remained on the hot sand, shaken. Well, he deserved worse for his behaviour of late. His fake beard had been knocked quite askew, and he tore it off, dropping it on the sand. Useless in any case. Hermodris wouldn't be looking over here, not when there were dragonets to follow. Unless...right, he was the first one to get kinda-sorta mauled! She was looking, wasn't she? She was totally, totally -
WHAM. He hadn't even noticed the bronze hatching, still on the ground as he was. Truth be told, being tripped over was a lot less forceful than the blue's attack. But emotionally, he was suddenly swamped with feelings. The cyan stared into his eyes. He stared back. They probably looked absolutely ridiculous with this intense staring contest, assuming anyone in the world cared enough to watch them with the bronze he still hadn't noticed out there.
C'mereMine! You shouldn't get in your Cincith's way like that! We have to go experience things, ok? I want to do everything! Including Impress! Which, oh, I did that.[/i]
She paused to refocus her ambitions, and Cal - C'mere shook off his shock as best he could. He had Impressed. He had Impressed and she was - she was perfect. She was a piece of him, the piece that had been missing all these turns. All the while he was growing up and feeling left out and different. All the times he'd beaten himself up over a wrong decision. This was what he'd needed. A compass.
A compass that was swinging wildly. All right, so I guess the next thing to do is - eat! Something smells good, is that wherry?[/i] She plucked the sense memory right out of his brain. Funny feeling, that, but not a bad one. Let's experience eating! And - [/i]
Bending her elegant little head, she lapped at the blood trailing from the scratches she'd left on his legs. Okay, now he was snapping out of it. C'mere yanked his legs back and got to his feet; it stung badly, but he'd be just fine. "Let's experience bandages instead of you acting like a wheret," he teased, stroking her neck. He shot a happy grin over at Taza, searched out his sister's form, and then turned and headed for the food, Cincith skipping along at his side. Well, near his side. Well, quite far ahead of him.
Sitath! Look, my C'mere is happier now, because I found him! Ewwww, what's wrong with Yours?[/i] It was uncertain whether she was picking up on Tiana's exhaustion or simply put off by how slowly Sitath was being fed, because the second Delilah handed C'mere a bucket and sat him down to bandage his legs, Cincith had her head in the meat, scarfing it down quickly.
"Can't you experience that more slowly?"
Nope! Gotta eat fast! We have a loooot to do, C'mere![/i]
C'mere couldn't even imagine what that meant, and it was...sort of exciting, in a way. Freeing. He gave Tiana a shy, apologetic smile and did his pathetic best to push Cincith slightly away from the meat before she choked, but shards, she was relentless.
|
|
turkoizdog
Wingrider
turkct[M:-85]
Cephalove!
Posts: 256
|
Post by turkoizdog on Nov 19, 2012 23:29:22 GMT -5
Meena watched as the cyan impressed a guy. It figured, there were far more girls than guys at the hatching, so cross-impressions were bound to happen. Then a black hatched and impressed. Already three of the thirteen dragons had impressed, and none to her.
She looked around. The blue still hadn't impressed, surprisingly, since it had been one of the first. There was also a second cyan, and a bronze, from the largest egg.The bronze would likely not impress to her, no way no how. Bronzes only impressed to males. Unless the cyan impressed to her, she figured her dragon was among the unhatched.
|
|
Reky
Alphahandler
rekyct[M:-999]
SO PRO
Posts: 1,554
|
Post by Reky on Nov 19, 2012 23:36:02 GMT -5
"Didn' do a very good job," R'fus said. He briefly considered the fact that a little more fellis in his system might have prevented him from feeling so much of Kio up against him. It was not how he had intended to spend the Hatching and he wanted nothing more than to go back up to his weyr - with or without Kio, and definitely without Feoran. He rested his chin on his calloused hands and frowned at the distant hatching eggs.
With R'fus bent over, Feoran saw Kio in his peripheral vision. He shot the handler a brief glance - something he hoped was warning or intimidating or at least a little cold, but probably looked confused instead. He was still unsure of this bizarre, shifty fellow's relation to his father, and he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. It was probably bad. It was probably very, very bad, and it took all Feoran could muster to stop worrying about it and watch the hatching.
Two more Impressions! Feoran clapped loud and yelled congratulations. He almost wanted to grab Kio by the arm and drag him out and away, but passed off his hesitance as logic. As much as he wanted to take care of his stupid, fellis-addicted father, picking a fight in the middle of a hatching would probably end poorly. Feoran didn't know how to fight, anyways. He just knew harpers' stories and old records and stuff. None of it was useful in this situation. He cursed his youthful lack of life experience, but spotted more motion in the eggs and directed his attention there. Feoran plastered a smile to his face and, watching the proceedings, tried to get Kio to leave with telepathy instead. (It didn't work.)
---
Applause erupted for the Impression of Cyan Cincith and Veritka was briefly distracted from his personal pep talk. He was feeling better, but truthfully not by much. He was still terribly nervous and shaking like a leaf. There was still a bronze to watch, and that angry blue, and another cyan that had just hatched. It was stressful to keep track of them all, and to give them all equal amounts of his attention. A fourth dragon - a black - was added to his to-watch list as well. Veritka was overwhelmed. He swallowed at the lump in his throat and fought to keep his brows from knitting together.
The black approached in a measured fashion and made his way down the row of candidates. Veritka felt his heart racing as the methodical dragonet slowly came closer. When the black finally came to stand in front of him, Veritka felt flushed, faint, and entirely, pathetically scared. But what had he to be scared of? He didn't even know.
A quarter of a candlemark, [/color] said the black, attempting to comfort His with numbers he was often comforted by, That is how long it took Tizenketh to find you, V'itkaOwn. Hunger is at ninety percent.[/color] "What."One. Two.[/color] "Tiz... Tizenketh?"Plus four. Six. Eight.[/color] "Wait, what are you counting?"You have blinked nine times since I Impressed to you. It has only been one one-twentieth of a candlemark since I Impressed to you. Tizenketh blinked as well, and paused. Hunger is at ninety-one percent.[/color] V'itka was surprised and shaken, but something felt immensely better about himself. He felt... whole, despite never having felt like only part of something before. He was more whole than before. Something snuggled up systematically next to his brain and his heart, full of numbers. Nice numbers. Even numbers. He looked down at Tizenketh, and Tizenketh looked up at him. He wanted to reach down and stroke the black, but was still startled rather stiff. Hunger is at ninety-two percent.[/i] V'itka snapped out of it. "R-right! Okay! Wow!" A smiled wiggled onto his face, hesitant at first, but soon it glowed like Rukbat and consumed him. "C'mon, then! We'll find you some food, alright?" Four limbs to my six, thought Tizenketh. A ratio of two to three. Eighteen visible teeth when he smiles. One and one half sixtieths of a candlemark since he had Impressed to his Own. Still seven eggs left, but there were now three Impressed dragons and only three still on the sands. Approximately thirty steps left to the meat buckets. Hunger at ninety-three percent. Two minds having just formed one singular bond.[/size][/blockquote]
|
|
Kestrel
Wingrider
kestct[M:821]
Posts: 374
|
Post by Kestrel on Nov 20, 2012 0:08:59 GMT -5
Taza glanced back at the blue from time to time, sure he must have impressed by now—the cyan still seemed to be more interested in the other eggs than the candidates, but the blue had spent some time by the males. Were they really all so unsatisfactory? Apparently he was a picky one, because it didn’t look like he’d latched onto anyone in particular just yet. At least another egg hatched to give her something else to do than worry about the blue and cyan—the big one broke apart to reveal a healthy bronze. She’d expected as much, from an egg that size—statistically, a bronze or iron seemed the most likely. She’d had a bit of fun calculating those things out, even if it was something most weyrfolk determined at a glance.
Unfortunately he seemed just as uninterested in impressing at the moment as his remaining siblings, though the blue at least seemed to be trying. But—wait, was the cyan heading for the male candidates? She was! And—oh dear, she just crashed into…into…Calmere? Taza was certain it was him as he stood up, though she was certain she’d looked in that area before and hadn’t seen him. Where had he come from? Was he okay? But it didn’t look like the cyan had attacked him; far from it—she had rainbows in her eyes, and Taza could only stare for a moment as it sunk in. Calmere—or whatever his name now was—had impressed. And suddenly, in that one instant, it all became real.
Calmere was a dragonrider now, and dragonriders would be dragonriders for life. This was his life now, and if this was Calmere’s life, what would Taza’s life be? Dragonriders didn’t usually have wives. If she also impressed, if she was a dragonrider too, they would at least still be together—but if not, what would her place be? She blinked her eyes hard. Thirteen eggs, four hatched. Thirteen minus four, nine remaining. Simple math, but math nonetheless, and enough to help put thoughts of the future from her mind. Whatever things were going to be, they would deal with it after the hatching. Fretting now would only put all dragons off from considering her, and besides, she ought to be happy for Calmere. The cyan was beautiful, and quite the personality—she could, at least, look forward to meeting her later.
Calmere’s smile, when he looked at her, only set her more firmly in this line of thinking. He was happy, and she couldn’t help but be happy for him for that, even if the future was uncertain. Besides, another cyan had hatched while she wasn’t looking, and a black as well—though he seemed set on choosing one of the boys. Still plenty of eggs and dragons left—best try to clear her mind for them.
|
|
|
Post by larkwing on Nov 20, 2012 0:21:20 GMT -5
It was getting more and more difficult to stand upright. That was definitely true. Kurosaki labored for a moment, fighting the urge to simply sit down on the sand right then and there. He was fine, he was absolutely fine. Shaking the momentary feeling of shakiness from his head, the candidate blinked back a few blurry attempts at vision and then centered himself on the newly impressed black. It had been one of the boys. Yes, another of the boys had impressed. His head swiveled slightly to look at the remaining eggs and the dragonets on the sands. There was a bronze, a blue, a second cyan. There were...how many eggs left? He tried to count them but kept getting lost on one of the small ones in the middle of the clutch.
Eventually he gave up. Simple math. It was simple math, and even that he could not put into his mind. How much longer? How much longer until he could just fall onto his cot in his room and pass the shards out? Pulling his hair as he pushed it back, Kurosaki wobbled slightly and then forced himself to be still. Right, just a bit more, just a bit longer and then he'd get himself down to the infirmary. It had been way too long since he had gotten sick, he was playing with Death himself now. Absentmindedly he rubbed at his wrist, shakily taking in a breath at the sight of another, new, patch of iridescent skin. Right, he definitely needed to go to the healer.
On the side with the girls, Suya had successfully gotten herself together, her mind clear of anything but the hatching and the dragonets. She nodded her head as another two impressed, but other than that she did nothing to acknowledge that they were there. She was for the dragonets, she was for her dragonet. Except, well there was no Queen here, and no Sub-Queen after that Bronze and Cyan had hatched out of the largest eggs. Suya sniffed slightly, her arms folding in at her chest. Right, that was right, there was nothing for her anymore in this hatching. Yet, something made her still stay focused. Something in the back of her mind told her that she was being stupid, that somewhere her dragon was waiting, and it might still be here. Maybe, perhaps, and maybe....no, I'm not going to settle for anything less than what I deserve. Well, that thought was quickly shattered...or was it? [/size]
|
|
Chek
Weyrlingmaster
chekct[M:-15]
I'm so magical I vomit rainbows
Posts: 1,091
|
Post by Chek on Nov 20, 2012 1:06:25 GMT -5
Hermodris didn't have long to wait long once she obtained her space in line at the outskirts of the boys – soon enough there was a cyan on the sands, quickly followed by a blue and a pink. She tracked all three as best she could, craning her neck a little to watch the pink disappear amongst the girls; but it wasn't Taza that walked away with her.
Turning her attention back to the blue, she managed to catch sight of him as he knocked her brother over. She tensed, forcing herself to stay in place; even if he was mauled, there was little she could do on the Sand, but it was hard, because despite everything else, Calmere was her big brother. And she didn't want to see him mauled.
Luckily, though, the blue moved on, and Calmere regained his feet, thankfully doffing his ridiculous disguise.
Hermod did wonder if he realized she knew it was him yet.
Another egg cracking open drew her attention back to the clutch; she eyed the large bronze appreciatively, then raked a glance over the boys next to her. There weren't many, that was for sure – and, even as she started to turn a speculative gaze on the audience in the stands, the cyan that had hatched first bounced up and IMPRESSED CALMERE!
A moment later, he glanced up, obviously at Taza, and then towards herself – she grinned at him so hard her face hurt. But her brother was a dragonrider now. Maybe he'd finally stick to one name!
But as the black – and that was one egg she's missed; a quick glance showed her another cyan on the sands as well – claimed another boy, she frowned a little and seriously considered the menfolk on the sands. One of them would be walking away a bronzerider today, with any luck – she dared not even think about a king betweening – and she wondered which one; it was this train of thought that lead to her noticing something off about one of the boys.
Shards, that one looked dead on his feet; Kuro...something. Kurosuki? Either way, he did not look healthy. She glanced further back, towards where the Healers were waiting – if he dropped, and he really looked like he would – what would they do?
Refocusing on the hatchlings she thought – what would they do?
|
|
RavenSong
Jr. Weyrleader
songct[M:-364]
Posts: 710
|
Post by RavenSong on Nov 20, 2012 1:25:50 GMT -5
Nartovyn grinned at Vyna as they moved to their appropriate sections. He'd never forget her, and he knew she knew it. He hoped she Impressed before him. Then she'd have a protector, one better than him, and he'd be able to fight Thread and learn to heal dragons. That's what he wanted to do with his life, heal dragons. When he wasn't fighting Thread, of course. Or taking care of his dragon. He pushed aside his thoughts to the best of his ability as the dragons started to hatch. Amazed, the boy stared in absolute wonder as the dragons broke out of their shells and started looking for their lifemates. He watched each of them, hoping they'd be his. The Bronze really caught his eye, as would be expected, but the Cyan nearly running him over distracted him. He dodged out of the way, frowning slightly, absolutely unappreciative of the Cyan's antics. He winced as Calmere -- C'mere? C'ere? He had no idea -- got clawed and nearly immediately after Impressed. He eyed the cuts. Eh. They were scratches. Nothing he'd have to suture on the sands. In his pockets, under his robes, were a few medical supplies. Just in case, after all. He wanted to be Absolutely Prepared if a dragonet clawed him. Absolutely. Prepared.
---
Finavair itched at the pearly bumps around her ankle as she watched, wishing they'd go away. The Hatching was interesting to her. She could feel Asuth's apathy, however. Unless they were useful, she had no feelings for them. As they were then and there, the hatchlings were a hindrance to her work. Not for the first time, Finavair was glad Asuth wasn't capable of clutching. She'd be a horrible mother.
---
Pel entered the Sands, keeping Pesk blindfolded until they reached a dark corner to hide in. The blonde wherhandler, solitary as usual, removed the blindfold from her black so he could watch. Instantly, Pesk was caught up with excitement. He wagged his thick tail back and forth, whacking Pel with it unconsciously. PEL, he said. PEL LOOK! Baby! Many baby! Like Mote. Am for Pesk?
No, heart. The dragonets are not for Pesk. They're for other people, like Pel was for Pesk, Pel replied mentally.
OH! Like Pel am for Pesk. Why funny color? he asked, trying to fix on the cyan C'mere Impressed to. He quickly shut his eyes, hissed, then hid his face in Pel's shirt. Eye hurt, Pel. Fix? Shaking her head softly, Pel blindfolded her wher again. Leaning against the barrel-chested black, Pel watched the hatching with cheer.
---
P'ryt was on the edge of his seat, watching the Hatching with bated breath. His eyes never strayed from Hanei too long. He was definitely overprotective as a dragonriding dad, but he felt that it had given Hanei structure that the other weyrbrats had lacked. He knew he'd raised his daughter well, knew she'd Impress. Maybe not in this Hatching, but definitely, at some point. His own Impression had taken forever to occur, Hemetath finally choosing him at what would've been his final Hatching. He was sure, though, that Hanei would Impress one of the dragonets on the Sands.
---
K'var watched the Hatching progress, a grin on his face. He hoped none of the candidates, or new weyrlings, would sicken from plague and die. He felt that would be a terrible loss of life for the Weyr, a terrible blow to the morale of their home. He glanced over at P'ryt, stroking his red beard for a moment. He recalled hearing that the Ironrider had recently brought a child of his to Dalibor. His thoughts turned to his own children, aware that his son was of Candidacy age. Idly, K'var considered Varkyr's future and what it would hold.
---
NaraevhynMine, a Cyan hatched first! And there's a Blue, he looks nice. Oh! There's a Pink! Simhath broadcast to Nara, giving her images of each of the dragonets as they hatched. The playful Green stayed absolutely still, aware that her dam, or at least that's what Nara remembered Callistath as, would not tolerate any Shenanigans. OH! The Pink Impressed first, yay! The Blue just knocked someone over. EEEE! A BRONZE, MINE! There's a Bronze! And the Cyan just Impressed, and oooooh another Cyan! And now there's a Black! He looks quiet. I like these weyrlings!
Back in her Weyr, Nara smiled, watching the Hatching through Simhath's joyous mind. It was almost like being there herself. Almost.
|
|
Rappu
Pridesecond
rapct[M:55]
Sailor Melty Rainbow Death
Posts: 496
|
Post by Rappu on Nov 20, 2012 10:11:33 GMT -5
Draolor hadn't thought a Hatching could be so exciting. Seeing each egg burst open and reveal a new, unique baby dragon was awesome. He kind of hoped one of them would go past the candidates and come his way, but at the same time, he felt immensely happy for each impression and cheered wildly. At times, he pulled Vinnie's sleeve to tell or ask her something, like "how do they know how to walk right away?" and "I think that one looks just like Callistath, only smaller an' different colour". There were so many adult dragons, too, and he kind of wanted to talk to one of those, but they were too far and he felt a bit too shy to leave granma's side.
Calmera sat in the crowd, absentmindedly scratching her wrist. She watched the sands with interest, feeling slightly sad that the clutch had been small for a gold during Pass. Her eyes caught Raksha among the white-clad before Minanth's did. Well, Waroth had allowed her, so Cal didn't have anything to say to it. Hopefully the girl would find a counterpart that helped her on a better path. Minanth picked up on her thoughts, eyes fixating on Raksha and flaring yellow. Before she could start whatever she had thought, Cal cut her. "Stop. If Callistath allows her on the sands, she's every right to be there. I don't think she associates too much with the brigand these days in any case." She better not. The orange settled, posing so that light caught her well-oiled hide the best and gave flirtatious looks to any male dragons in the audience, Raksha mostly forgotten.
Calmera noticed among the candidates the two that had helped her with the snow. Kurosaki looked worryingly pale and unsteady. She didn't have much healer training under her belt - in fact, only what they had been taught during weyrlinghood and some odds and ends - but she was sure she could help. If nothing else, she could carry collapsed candidates off the sands. She rose slowly from her seat, stretched her back and made her way to the healers situated by the sands. She was ready for anything.
|
|
Nia
Sr. Weyrwoman
niact[M:-790]
Posts: 991
|
Post by Nia on Nov 20, 2012 21:15:56 GMT -5
R'fus' comment only made Kio grin more, enjoying the Bluerider's discomfort. Ah, coming out to see this Hatching had been such a good idea. It hadn't done very much in regards to his plague research, but who cared about the plague when he could harass R'fus? And his weird friend, who Kio was quite politely not inquiring about. There were better times for that. And besides, Kio wanted to keep his whole "mysterious" act, despite how shady it made him look. He enjoyed looking shady. It helped his image.
Feoran's glares were not very intimidating at all, but Kio caught eye-contact and flashed the kid a smile. There was so much tension he could almost physically feel the air grow heavy, but that was how he liked it. Like a powder keg ready to blow. And there was no way he wasn't going to exploit that.
The Blue who had been second to hatch, rather than first like he wanted, paced around the sands. He was in front of the Candidates again, eyeing the girls warily. He didn't really WANT to Impress one of them. He knew that they weren't His. But where WAS His?! The Blue was growing impatient. He had plans he needed to put into motion already. And these useless Candidates needed to get out of his way. He thought that knocking over that one boy would teach all of them a lesson in getting out of his way, but obviously it hadn't. How frustrating.
Realizing his temper was getting a bit too much to manage, the Blue knew he needed to locate His, and soon. So fine. He'd just go GET His. Pinpointing the location, the Blue pushed through the Candidates, shoving Hermodris out of his way, shooting her a look and a slightly confused glare. But he moved past her, and past the Candidates completely. He looked up into the Stands, scanning them until he locked eyes with one particular person. Fe'an, you are not in the right place. If you HAD been, you and your Onth could have been the first to Impress. We must lead by example, and this is getting us off to a very poor start. I do not care what kind of allergies you might have, you will get down here and assist me in herding these headless wherries, [/color] he ranted angerly at the boy, and seemed to take something of a deep breath before continuing, Or perhaps just come down here and feed me... I'd like to calm down.[/color] Blue Onth. 366196 Onth is an incredibly driven, aggressive specimen of a blue. He's here to take on the world, ready to be the dragon at the front of the crowd, head of the group, leading the Wing. He knows exactly what it is that he wants out of life, and is ready to use what he needs in order to get there, always striving to push himself higher and better. At the same time, he can actually be pretty damn good at the front of the group, his aggressive nature playing well to leadership decisions that require quick judgments, and simply because he knows what he wants. The key is in getting others to step out of the way, or get behind him. His temper has a shorter fuse than most Blues, and Onth can find himself wishing that he had kept it on a tighter leash. Fe'an is his permanent partner, the only man who will always be at his side when he needs help. If the man ever needs someone to back him up, Onth is his dragon. Fairly self-contained though, he's not often giving of displays of affection, preferring to let actions speak for him. The Bronze was content to watch his brother Impress, not making an attempt to move towards the Candidates. He appeared deep in thought, working through something in his head as he paced around the Sands. The pacing helped him think. He passed by his Cyan sibling, the one who had hatched after him. He stopped by her, nudging the little Cyan with his nose. She appeared unresponsive for a moment, and then lazily turned her gaze towards the Bronze, tilting her head in question at him. He gave her a bit of a playful swat on the nose, nudging the dreamy Cyan to her feet. Having not moved since she hatched, the Cyan was a fair bit more unsteady on her feet than the Bronze. He was patient with her, and finally she was off towards the girl Candidates, with a bit of a sway to her step. She looked at everything except the Candidates, and she kept losing herself in her thoughts. The universe was so large... why had she been born here, to this Weyr? Why did she feel so very strongly that Hers was in the female section somewhere? It was so much to think about... what a wonderful thing. Hatchings were just so mystical and amazing. As the Cyan made her way slowly to the Candidates, the cloudy blue egg broke open and split neatly into two little pieces. A Blue sat in the remains of his egg, looking around at his surroundings. He seemed quite pleased by the dual pieces of egg he'd hatched from. So neat and even, perfectly split in two. He was a little Blue, and was quite thin. His hide was splattered with darker blue patches, the dark and light blue colors balancing themselves nicely with his hide. Which was good, because that was all this Blue was about. Finding balance. He stood up, fairly certain on his feet already. He moved in a one-two rhythm, heading immediately towards the Candidates. He knew he was missing something. He needed his balance. He was only one part of a whole, and something was missing from him. The Blue couldn't understand why the other dragonets on the Sand didn't need this balance. He speed immediately past his slow Cyan sister, who watched him with a slight tilt of her head. Why was he going so fast to the Candidates? He needed to slow down and relax... there was a lot to think about! He hadn't thought of any of it! No, he hadn't. He was too focused on the balance upset in his head. Even his hunger wasn't as bad as that. He felt uneven, and he needed to correct it right away. The girls were where he headed first, sniffing Vyna and making her jump out of nerves, but no, she wasn't the one for him. He ignored her and moved to the next, sniffing each of the girls in turn. Finally, he felt the balance in one of the girls. He immediately made eye-contact, not wasting any time at all. We are complete, KelsiraMine. You and your Divith are whole at last,[/i] he was quite proud of himself. He'd found her, and they would never have to be apart again. Blue Divith. 73afe2 This Blue is a paragon of balance in all things and ways. Work must be balanced with play, rider and dragon needs must both be met without neglecting the other, and that a true union is more than the sum of its parts. Divith is always receptive to new ideas and requests from Kelsira, but makes sure that she spends time doing other things, not simply being so focused that she forgets herself or her health. At the same time, he rather enjoys that she loves a good challenge, and will work to perfect something. Balance is something that he works on day and night, always seeking a better bond with His. As a result of his desire for partnership and balance, he's also a very open and respectful dragon. Different ways of doing things may have their benefits, and other people's relationships with their dragons may have something new for his own bond. The downside, of course, is that sometimes he can be so focused on maintaining a balance that that too becomes unhealthy. Obsessed with partnership and balance, sometimes he doesn't realize that sometimes people need to focus on their own needs. This can include his own, to the point of neglect if he feels that balance is better served by focusing on Kelsira's needs. One of the more mottled eggs in the back of the clutch began to rock back and forth, jerking around as the dragonet inside tried to break through the thick shell of egg. It took a fair while for the egg to even show cracks, but once it did the rest happened quite quickly. The egg burst open and a very small Pink emerged, looking quite proud of herself. She shook the eggshells off of her hide, which was a bit more like a very, very light red than true pink. Her legs and tail were criss-crossed with a darker pink, and there was a ring of the same color around one of her eyes. She was very small for a Pink, though she was determined to make herself seem bigger than she truly was. She eyed the Stands and the Candidates, feeling their eyes on her and suddenly feeling a bit insecure. They were all judging her, weren't they? For being so small, and for being a Pink. They were! She knew they were! And while it really made her kind of upset, she covered up her feelings with an air of haughtiness, stomping proudly over to the Candidates to go on a hunt for Hers. The girls were probably judging her a little less, right? Maybe. So she headed towards them. The Pink shoved right past the Cyan, who was NEARLY at the girl Candidates, taking her sweet time. There were way too many thoughts. She didn't like it. The Pink felt threatened, and felt the need to defend herself. She lashed out, slashing her claws down Hanei's side, and immediately felt quite awful about what she'd done. Panicking a little bit, she weaved through the Candidates to get away from the girl she'd cut, seeking out someone to help and comfort her. She dashed forward into Taza, but didn't quite run into the girl. Instead, she buried her head in Taza's robes, feeling ashamed and trying to hide herself. Samputh didn't mean it, TazaMine! They were just, they were all judging me, okay? They were! And... um... like, it doesn't matter anyway, maybe I deserved it. Let's just go away from here, okay? I don't like it.[/i] Pink Samputh. f0959b Samputh is like an onion: there are many layers to her. On the outside, she's full of pride and arrogance, seeming to think very highly of herself. She'll playfully boast and joke about how great she, but this is very much a facade, and it's quite obvious to tell at times. Samputh tends to make self-depricating jokes about herself, and while she'll laugh about it there is always a certain degree of truth in them. For Samputh has very low confidence, and deep down inside she honestly believes that she is worthless. She tends to get angry if someone tries to get close to the truth, covering it up with fake haughtiness and jokes. She resonates a lot easier with Taza because of this, relating to the girl's own confidence issues. Being alone is scary for Samputh, and she always wants someone she can relate to and talk to without being judged, this person usually being her rider. Without her prideful disguise, Samputh is very much a jokester. She likes to play pranks and make witty comments, it's just that half the time her comments and jokes are reserved for Taza alone. [/blockquote][/size]
|
|
Lan
Weyrlingmaster
lanct[M:-1025]
Nomming ALL the kidpets!
Posts: 1,266
|
Post by Lan on Nov 20, 2012 22:54:58 GMT -5
Once the candidates had all made it to the sands, Nimara gave another bow to Callistath before she quietly made her way up to where R'len had been saving them a seat. "Always," she responded, giving him a reciprocated kiss on the cheek. Feel the coolness of his hand on her stomach made her shiver, but she smiled all the same. They had been through a lot recently. With K'ber, Nimara's running partner, dying and so many others it was nice to stop and remember that there was still some life to be found. As Callistath's children were born, so might someday Nimara and R'len's future child enter the world. She was as excited for that day as she was for her candidates who were now standing. "They all seem to be behaving admirably," she beamed as she noted that most of her candidates, if not all, bowed and offered their thanks to Callistath and Avalle. They were a good class, if she did say so herself.
A'lan and Irith had come to the sands shortly after the first two eggs hatched, although A'lan was not currently on Healing duty. He had been working so closely with trying to find the source of the plague that he didn't want to put the young dragonet's lives in jeopardy. Irith, upon seeing Jarith, was having a hard time containing his excitement. Folding and unfolding his wings sporadically, he called out to her Helloooooooooo Jarith! You look so magnificent today! Of course, you look splendid every day! I would come over there and be next to you, but A'lanMine does not want me to. We've been INVESTIGATING about the... the plague... and he does not want to get yours sick, not at all!
Monitoring the exchange, A'lan added to his boisterous dragon, Could you ask how E'rin is doing? And that I'd like to see him after the Hatching? The boy had just lost his parents and, being E'rin's big brother, he felt it was his responsibility to check in on the lad now and again. He really did worry about his fellow whiterider. This worry added to his drive to discover the reason behind all this death and nonsense.
A'LANMINE SAYS HELLO AND ASKS ABOUT YOURS. A'lan sighed, but rescinded into a chuckle. Irith was not one for subtlety.
S'in, of course, was honor-bound to attend the Hatching. There would be new recruits there and it was proper for him to inspect future members of his wing. Of course, it was also polite to Callistath. The sharding Queen was obsessed with etiquette and politeness, so S'in had gathered from his previous observations. To completely disregard her Hatching would be almost as bad as spitting on her. So he and Nemeth attended, although even though they barely missed the first dragonet hatching there was little seating available. There's a place next to Beiruth. Nemeth offered in her usual tone
S'in scoffed. No... there's absolutely no way.
Get over yourself. Nemeth hissed at him, then circled in for a landing at her chosen location anyway.
Afternoon, Beiruth. Her tone was formal and crisp.
"Hey," S'in tried to be as professional with A'li as he climbed down from Nemeth's back. "What did I miss?" It was more out of politeness than anything. He had eyes and could sharding well tell what he had missed.
Down in the Sands, Hanei was mortified by the actions of the first blue dragonet. He was being so rude! She had heard of dragons mauling candidates out of clumsiness. She had even heard of bloodier hatchings taking place at Dalibor from the letters from her father. But hearing about something and seeing it were two very different things. It wasn't right that dragons should hurt humans! That blue would need a rider that would give him a good bop on the nose. He needed a rider that would give him a time out. She would have intervened if she wasn't afraid of Callistath taking offense. If she offended Callistath then she would be in the wrong and that wouldn't do well at all.
She glanced over at where her father was in the Stands, hoping that he would understand that he didn't have to worry about her. Hanei was her father's daughter. She was perfectly capable of handling herself honorably and not getting too beat up in the process.
When the bronze hatched Hanei took her eyes off of the miscreant blue and noted the oddity. From what she had heard from her father and from taking her own initiative to learn more about the goings-on of Dalibor Weyr, there hadn't been a king hatched in some time. This must be an auspicious occasion, then! While Hanei was not at all interested in the King nor in Impressing anything quite so large (there were only two Kings in her life and they were her father and Hemetath), she did subscribe to the theory that a fair frequency of kings and subkings hatched meant that the Weyr was healthy and thriving. Of course, all that really mattered in the end was the health of the dragonets, and the liveliness of the babies really was a testament to the strength of Callistath as a Queen.
Shortly after the black dragon Impressed, Hanei noticed that there was one boy who wasn't looking so good and Hanei wondered if maybe he had the Plague that was going around. He shouldn't be here if he was sick! His very presence could put at jeopardy the lives of every candidate and dragonet on the Sands! And, if he was to Impress, what then? His dragon would suffer with him all through the duration of his illness, heaven forbid he died! While Hanei worried about his boy she could not approve at all of his Standing for this clutch.
About this time Nimara noticed Kurosaki's state as well and she bit her lip anxiously. Now that he was there she couldn't exactly go and pull him out. Still, she had to do something. Waroth... inform Jasmine and the Healers to keep an eye out for the sick male candidate. The red nodded.
Weslieth, Waroth projected an image of Kuro to the yellow, Keep watch. She then retracted her mind from him (she'd rather not infect herself for longer than necessary with his cheerfulness) and moved on to her next target. Agnith. NimMine says there may be a sick candidate on the sands. Tell yours to look out for him. Waroth then retreated back into herself and continued watching the hatching with her usual disdain. Her eyes centered on Kuro and she felt both anxiety and anger course through her, turning her eyes a warning orange. He was a complete and utter idiot for doing what he was doing... but he was also one of her kidpets and she wouldn't stand for the death of one of her playthings.
Hanei probably shouldn't have been paying so much attention to the sick boy, however, because this meant that the pink caught her totally off-guard. She gasped as tiny claws found their way to her side and she turned to catch sight of a very crazed-looking pink dragonet. "Hey!" She gasped between clenched teeth at the little girl. "That wasn't very nice!" What was done was done, however. The pink ran over to Impress another, older girl that was standing a little ways away on the sands. Hanei wished her all the luck with that impolite miscreant. She took note of her injuries (at least the tiny dragon's claws didn't puncture so deep as to tear into any vital organs) and did her best to press the fabric of her robe tight against her side to stop the bleeding. That's what she had been taught to do in her First-Aid Candidacy classes. While the pain was enough to make her grit her teeth, at the very least she was glad that her lessons came in handy. However, she found she couldn't stand for much longer (she worried that some of her muscles had been torn, although she was still able to move so hoped that wasn't the case), so she neatly knelt down on the sands and sat on her heels in what she hoped was a polite stance. All the while she grit her teeth, forcing herself not to cry. Heroes never cried.
|
|
Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
booct[M:-425]
Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
Posts: 1,917
|
Post by Boo on Nov 20, 2012 23:50:49 GMT -5
The humming of the dragons sparked a reaction of buzzing excitement through the crèche where Naanell had been working that morning. Naanesk had been asleep in the corner, catching up on some of the sleep he had been missing as a result of his desire to help Naanell become strong and good at what she did. That just so happened to be working in the crèche as a harper. The wher sat up straight and looked about him blearily at the sound of the humming and then turned his eyes to Naanell. Of course, even though they were inside, his photosensitive eyes still hurt at the brightness of some of the glows. Eventually he would close his eyes again. Usually Naanell simply didn’t go outside. Strong for Naanell for hatching. Hatching song of Naanesk hatch good but for more, for best, make more.
She hadn’t yet been to a dragon hatching… It would be rather a lot of fun to attend one and her time in the crèche was nearly over. Probably most of them would be heading over there anyway for it seemed that when there was a dragon hatching everyone dropped everything. As soon as the main organisers of the crèche started gathering the children together, Naanell packed up her crafting equipment and bolted out the door with the blue wher. They ran to their room and dumped the things before hurrying away towards the hatching sands.
Before they walked out into the bright light of midday, she tied a scarf around Naanesk’s head then, with her hand, directed him towards the sands. They entered and Naanell looked around for a place to stand away from the light. Her eyes fell on a shadowy corner where another female was standing and she made her way over. By the time she reached the spot she had realised that the woman standing there was also a wherhandler. “Oh hello. You’re a handler…?” She asked with surprise as Naanesk stood a sentinel, blind guard before her.
Swarid had been keeping a close eye on what everyone was doing around the Weyrs and Holds and had been planning, for a while, what he would do once the hatching started. He had heard of the clutching of gold Callistath and, as a result, had spent much of his time hanging around the Weyr awaiting the hatching when he would be able to sell some of his goods. Although they would have a feast after, many were ill with the plague. He didn’t wish to catch anything but even if he did he would be selling until the day he died. Still, he had to find Edison. That would have to wait. He had wine and food to sell.
“Tillek wine! Benden wine! Freshly imported fruit!” He carried all these goods on an ingeniously made contraption in which he could place the food and drinks. Slung over his shoulders, the bags had a wooden base to make them more like boxes. It wasn’t the most comfortable of experiences but Swarid didn’t particularly care if it earned him marks.
Wondering whether he was even permitted to sell these things at a hatching, he accepted some coin from a woman he recognised as a blue rider and merely decided that, yes, he was permitted to sell food here. If people had an issue with it he would simply talk his way out of it as he always did.
[/blockquote]
|
|
Cathaline
Lady Holder
cathct[M:50]
Posts: 3,279
|
Post by Cathaline on Nov 21, 2012 18:04:52 GMT -5
Delilah wasn't surprised by the relay from Waroth through Agnith; she'd noticed Kurosaki looking a bit weak. But there was nothing she could do about it unless he actually collapsed. It was the height of disrespectful to run out onto the sands, even as a healer, until someone was actually dying; it might confuse the dragonets and cause even more violence. To say nothing of the fact that it was possible his own dragonet was out there, so she couldn't drag him away until there was no chance at all of him being well enough to Impress.
Still, she kept an eye on him...and on everyone, once she finished bandaging C'mere's legs. Thankfully, the blue went to the stands to Impress without causing too much more chaos. A pink, of all things, was the next to assault someone, and she tensed as blood soaked Hanei's white robes. The poor girl couldn't even stand, but she was conscious still, so that was something. To Delilah, the sight of a pink engaging in violence was startling, but not shocking; she knew how protective Agnith could get at times, though it was the antithesis of the typical pink personality.
But until Hanei walked over here, whether as Candidate or weyrling - or until Kurosaki passed out - Delilah had to stay put, while beside her W'al greeted his new charges cheerfully and directed them to the meat buckets. Quite an interesting class he was already collecting.
|
|
|
Post by wild on Nov 21, 2012 18:34:15 GMT -5
Raksha couldn’t at all know what Calmera and her orange were discussing, nor would she have at all anticipated that they’d be wasting their time thinking about her and Xiro. It was none of their business, that’s what Raksha would’ve thought had she known. She was completely distracted by the event that she’d wound up, unexpectedly, becoming a part of, and thus, the candidate continued to watch the progression of the hatching. The blue dragonet was growing more and more frustrated, and as he did, Raksha became more and more afraid of him going /between./ However, just as she was pondering over the dragonet’s fate, he began his climb to the stands. Raksha’s eyes widened, impressed that he knew exactly whom he was meant to be with, rather than just choosing among the selection on the sands. Dragons never ceased to amaze her. If a dragon was meant for me, then they’ll be here, regardless, she told herself.
The bronze was content where he was still, soon helping along his dreamy cyan sister. Raksha nearly melted at the sight, wondering what lucky boy would impress the born leader. He succeeded in guiding the cyan to the girls’ side, and so she was studying her surroundings a bit more. Then, a small blue hatched, and seemed to scramble over to the girls side, unlike his cyan sister. She looked extremely perplexed by her blue clutchbrother’s behaviour, but, nevertheless, he impressed to a girl whose name she couldn’t recall. She clapped all the same, chewing on her lip enviously. She came to observe the cyan; the dragonet was spending an awful long time on the sands, just… looking around. Raksha smiled gently at her, not certain as to whether she saw, or cared.
Then, a pink was out and about, and her behavior was humorous, leading Raksha back to thinking about the Weyr’s pinks in general. She turned as the pink made its way past her and to another girl. Impression had been made. Raksha whipped back around, not wanting to miss the impression of the bronze, or the curious cyan.
She counted the two dragons on the sands, plus the remaining eggs, trying to configure her odds of impression against how many candidates were left standing. There were an unmatched number of eggs in comparison to candidates, and so, her chance wasn’t that phenomenal. Either way, this would be over quick, she wouldn’t be waiting too long to find out. The hatching had already been moving along at a rather rapid pace.
|
|
Minute
Wingrider
minuct[M:-133]
Posts: 207
|
Post by Minute on Nov 21, 2012 18:36:28 GMT -5
Tiana
Tiana was still rather dazed. There was a dragon here, a wonderful little pink, the best little pink, and she was hers. The most important thing in the world and she had chosen to bond to her. She just couldn't believe it. Sitath momentarily paused her eating to say, there's no reason for you not to believe it, I wouldn't have chosen anyone but you. A smile crossed the weyrling's face, a soft, kind smile. One of the truest smiles she had ever felt. Suddenly she was torn out of her thoughtless daze by her dragonet exclaiming, oh look! Cincith and Tizenketh impressed!
When Cincith made her way over to her the pink warbled in greeting. Her eyes whirled a kind green/blue at first, though a tinge of yellow entered her eyes when the cyan asked what was wrong with hers. She looked back at Tiana and asked, what does she mean, mine!? You are okay, right? For a moment she said nothing but slowly blinked, absorbing her words. She then replied in a quiet but low voice, "what? Yeah, I'm fine." Catching on to when the other dragonet meant Sitath turned around and exclaimed, oh, I see! She's tired because she has some wretched sleeping habits, we're going to be fixing that. How is yours doing?
There was a pause as she noticed just how fast Cincith was eating. Abandoning her own food and taking a step closer she softly advised, you might want to slow down. If you eat too fast you could choke. You want to take time to chew your food, make sure it's all soft and mushy when it does down.
Kurin
Once they started hatching the eggs seemed to keep breaking without pause. First came a blue, cyan, and a pink. The pink was the first to impress, bonding to a girl he didn't know. A flare of relief passed through him at this, one less female fighter to worry about. But that blue was still looking through the boys, there was always a chance that he might end up with him. But before anything of the sort could happen the large black and blue egg broke open, revealing a bronze.
Immediately Kurin started at the little hatchling, praying that it might come forward and chose him. Unless there was another bronze or iron in one of those smaller eggs, which he sincerely doubted, this was his chance. He had to impress that bronze to keep up with his image, to be someone worth while. But the bronze did not seem like he wanted to impress just yet. A cyan bounded toward the boys and impressed a boy named Calmere, who had been pushed around by the dragons quite a bit already. Not long after that a black found his way to Veritka.
Then a real shocker came and the blue made his way in to the stands, impressing to a weyrfolk boy he didn't know. For a moment he stopped staring at the bronze to openly gape at this sight. It seemed like dragonets did everything to find their bonded, even if they weren't on the sands. Not long after a second blue impressed to a girl named Kelsira, the second cross-impression of the day.
Slowly Kurin's gaze made it's way to the pink. Nervousness and the smallest hint of fear bubbled in him in the time to took her to choose which group of candidates to approach. When she made her way over to the girls and impressed a sigh of relief left him. He was safe, for now at least.
|
|
Chek
Weyrlingmaster
chekct[M:-15]
I'm so magical I vomit rainbows
Posts: 1,091
|
Post by Chek on Nov 21, 2012 19:23:17 GMT -5
With her gaze darting between the hatchlings and the sick boy, it was no surprise that when the blue knocked into her, Hermodris was caught off guard, wobbling hard and slipping in the sand a little before regaining her footing. She caught his confused glare and sent a saucy wink after the young blue, unharmed, though she had hot grains of sand between sandal and foot now that were rather uncomfortable.
Interested, now, in his path, she followed with her eyes as he made his way up into the Stands – and Impressed some boy there. Well, with dragons, they go where they will.
Turning back, she grinned to see the bronze nosing the cyan up and to action – if nothing else, it looked like the big lad wasn't interested in mauling anyone today, which was a relief. She'd heard about what hatchlings could do – reds could and sometimes would kill Candidates; and they weren't alone in it.
The blue had her leaning over to watch his progress, but once again, it wasn't Taza Impressing, instead a girl who's name Hermod actually didn't remember off hand.
The pink that followed him, though... she winced sympathetically at the sight of Hanei getting clawed up, mind immediately backtracking to the thoughts of mauling she'd just been entertaining, and wished she had a handful of salt to ward off the accidental jinx she'd possibly brought up.
Lesson: don't think about maulings at a hatching.
But the start of her superstitious paranoia was brought to a screeching halt when the mauling pink planted herself right in Taza's white robes, and Impressed. Her fingers flexed, and she forced herself not to make some sort of triumphant gesture, instead grinning at Taza and then gripping her hands together behind her back, settling into a comfortable waiting stance as her shoulders relaxed.
The two most important people on the Sands (to her, at least) had both Impressed; she could handle anything else that happened until she could finally head off to wish them well. No matter what, it was definitely a good Hatching.
|
|
Azhdarchid
Jr. Weyrwoman
azhct[M:-1490]
Totes.
Posts: 1,627
|
Post by Azhdarchid on Nov 21, 2012 23:40:34 GMT -5
Q'sis-Unath's tranquil green eyes flicked to the first wet hint of metal skin out at the back of the clutch.
Enormous, the rider said, his favor for the oversized bronze a species of kinship. In the warm safety of his weyr, he bit off chunks from a chicken leg he had just pulled from its cloth wrapper, but talked all the same. See how he looks around? Smart. The Weyr will benefit from more of them smart as their men. One might not think there were other babies about the Sands, for though no small number Impressed while the contemplative king surveyed his motherland, Unath's gaze remained upon him.
But time drew on, and the bronze failed to perform one of the other hallmarks of his breed: striking out boldly, writing his own swift and decisive path to the man that would be his instrument in all future glories. Should they will it be. Should the foolish wherry ever rise. His human eyes trained on the bequeathed dragon vision, Q'sis' lips worked at a scraggly line of discontent he'd not yet worn thin enough to voice.
When the bronze finally stirred, the tanrider's shoulders hitched up, then slowly sank as the creature began inspecting every Candidate with the meticulous patience of an iron. At least he's- Q'sis started, only to suddenly realize his non-verbal transmission. He cleared his throat, the first physical sound he'd made in several minutes. "He's sizable. Size is always welcome."
But after that the man seemed far less enchanted with the bronze, and turned Unath's head in time to see a pink dashing through the girls with a touch of panic in her pointy lurches. He snorted, but Unath's eyes subtly refocused on another pink thing well past the white-robed flock: Delilah. The image lingered upon her in the healer's pit, bent over some silly cyanweyrling that had gotten himself thrashed. Then Q'sis followed the line of her eyes back out to the boys, to one in particular that might have been above-average height were he in good health.
He was not. He huddled like an old man. The Weyr was so desperate for sacrifices to the dragonets that they'd risk one taking a brat that could drop dead a day later. Waste of dragonflesh, he grumbled, unaware of his slip back into draconic speech. Just as well though: he was in the middle of devouring the crust methodically off the borders of a buttered toast slice.
|
|
turkoizdog
Wingrider
turkct[M:-85]
Cephalove!
Posts: 256
|
Post by turkoizdog on Nov 21, 2012 23:55:43 GMT -5
Meena noticed the Blue pacing around in front of the girls. Perhaps the Blue would impress a girl, then? She knew that it had happened before, but didn't know any female Blueriders. However, it all made sense when the Blue pushed past the Candidates -- knocking one girl out of the way -- and Impressed one of the Stands.
Actually, no. That made less sense to Meena. Or rather, it was rare. She wondered how often this happened at Dalibor, and if it happened more often there than at a more conservative Weyr like Fort Weyr, her former home.
Meena's eyes then turned to the Bronze and the Cyan. There were maybe 3 or 4 guys left on the sands, and she wondered which would impress the Bronze. Girls never impressed Kings, but the lack of male candidates made her wonder if there was a chance of that changing.
As she watched the two, an egg burst out of the corner of her eye. Suddenly, there was another Blue. This one wasted no time, and immediately headed over to the girls side. Meena stood up straight, trying to look her best, but he sniffed and moved right past her to Kelsira, who he Impressed.
As she watched this, she heard noise. Turning, she noticed a new dragon on the sands, a pink. But this pink didn't seem to be like other pinks. Her color was different, and she even acted differently. And it appeared she had clawed one of the Candidates, leaving marks on her side. Ouch!
But it seemed this poor dragon wasn't doing it on accident, which was good. Pinks weren't known to be malicious, as Meena knew, but this one seemed a bit clumsy. It was almost cute. In fact it was so clumsy that it seemed to run head first into one of the female Candidates, burying its head into her robes. It took a few moments for Meena to realize that the female candidate with the dragon head in her robes had just impressed.
Eight had hatched, of which six had impressed. There were five eggs left on the sands, and Meena hoped very much that her dragon was among those remaining.
|
|
twitchie
Wingrider
twict[M:-5]
"I'm not bossy; I just have better ideas."
Posts: 150
|
Post by twitchie on Nov 22, 2012 0:47:00 GMT -5
Yrri was late. So very late!! She actually slid into a wall while trying to cut a corner. Perith galloped behind His, puffing and grumbling to himself as he followed. Yrri made a quick act of clambering into a seat, nearly forgetting the blue behind her. Though upon Perith's alarmed rasp, Yrri franticly went to him.
Several moments later, the pair was settled. Yrri pushed her brown bangs from her face, sorting through the unknown candidates until she saw a special girl. Meena. The bluerider's heart sank, and she stayed locked on her past-roomie. Poor girl, Yrri's impression seperated them without a good-bye... When a blue drew near to Meena, Yrri bounced with excitement. Oh, wouldn't Meena be splendid on a blue??! Guess not, as the dragonet trotted right on and impressed.. Yrri frowned as other hatchlings did the same, even the pink... Shards!! Meena had to impress! She had to! Yrri could feel it, in her heart and gut... Meena did deserve it... With crossed fingers, Yrri hoped one egg would reveal Meena's lifemate..
|
|
Nia
Sr. Weyrwoman
niact[M:-790]
Posts: 991
|
Post by Nia on Nov 22, 2012 1:08:43 GMT -5
The Bronze was on the move, seeing as half his siblings had already Impressed. He'd made his decision after thinking quite thoroughly about it. He moved towards the Candidates, passing the Cyan who appeared to have been lost in her own thoughts again. The Bronze stopped to look back on her, and doubled back to push her towards the Candidates. That was enough, really. She had to get a move on, it was starting to make him uncomfortable with how long she was taking. The Cyan babbled on to him about her thoughts as he shoved her towards the girls, and finally the Cyan took notice of them.
She felt... a feeling! A strong feeling, in this direction. Impression, what was it like? The Bronze didn't want to talk to her anymore; he was over discussing the wonders of life and Impressions. But perhaps she could find someone new to wax philosophical with. She weaved through the girls, her movements slow and dreamy. She bumped into Meena, and almost fell into Raksha, but she kept weaving, seeming to get distracted even by that.
But no, she was searching. The girls she bumped up against weren't right, no they were not. She sniffed again, and thought she smelled something really pretty! Following her nose and what she may or may not have smelled, the Cyan bumped straight into Suya, and looked up into the girl's eyes. Ah.... SuyaMine. So this is what Impression feels like. Isn't it wonderful? Zazpith wonders why.... [/color] she said in a dazed sort of tone, blinking slowly up at her chosen girl. Yes... this was a nice thing. Now, on to ponder the rest of the world.... Cyan Zazpith. c5f5f9 Zazpith is easily distractable and often has her head way up into the clouds. As the case may be, sometimes even beyond the clouds, trying to think about what happens after death, whether all creatures have souls, and what happens to those. She's very spiritual, and has to be brought down to earth frequently from her constant thinking about the nature of reality. The merest word can send her off into a mental discussion, or distract her from one. It's not just her thoughts though, but anything can distract her, even a little pillie crawling by or the clouds going by overhead. The world should be gone through at a slower, more thoughtful pace for this Cyan, although she might not necessarily notice the world passing her by. Finally satisfied that the Cyan had chosen Hers, the Bronze looked at the Candidates in front of him. He didn't have all that big of a choice, did he? A bit disappointing, but that was fine. He eyed the male Candidates warily, and then glanced at the girls. He was still torn up about something, indeed. Perhaps he wasn't going to Impress just yet. The two green-ish eggs left near the middle of the clutch began to shake and rock at the same time, eventually crashing into each other to split open both eggs. Two greens tumbled out and promptly got tangled with each other. It took a couple moments of awkward kicking at each other, but they separated. Two greens of roughly average size, one a lighter color than the other. The lighter green had a fuzzy fade down her body, her top half was far lighter than her back half. The other green was covered in splotches of an even darker color, roughly forming patterns around her hide. The faded Green looked around at the eggs, and began to push and shove the shells around. She just didn't like how they were sitting. They seemed off! Too stationary, she had to change it. The Green would be satisfied with her work with the eggs for only a moment before she shook her head and had to change it again. Nothing was right! She hated how the eggs didn't move anymore. At least the little tiny egg nearby was rocking at an uneven pace. She liked that. It wasn't stagnant. The other Green watched her sister, half out of curiosity and half out of wanting her to remain safe. The world was dangerous, this Green knew. And she wasn't going to let any harm come to her siblings. She also eyed the little egg. It was even more dangerous to be a little dragon. But the little egg wasn't going to hatch, and when it did, the dragonet inside would have his Green sister for protection. So he'd be ok. This Green trusted her sister, even if the other Green wasn't really intending on protecting the egg at all, she just liked the way it shook. Moving on, the Green moved forward, looking at the Candidates and searching their heads. She started with the girls but soon gave up on that, going instead to the few remaining boys. Kurosaki caught her attention immediately, what with his sickness, but she shyed away from him. Perhaps it was a draconic instinct to not get too close to those that were sick, or perhaps she knew there would be nothing she could do to save him. So the Green moved on. Instead, she turned to Kurin. Looking him over, something about him put her off. She tensed, ready to maul this boy for his insolent thoughts and bullying ways, but stopped. There would be a much easier way to fix him, wouldn't there? There are going to be a lot of changes around here, K'rin. Your Kaheksath is going to make sure of it. We are going to protect,[/color] she paused to glare at the boy with her whirling gaze, and not harm. Do I make myself clear?Green Kaheksath. 3d8a4b Kaheksath knows what the world is like. That sudden death can overtake the strong in a flash, and that it can wash over the weak like an oncoming tide. Unless someone is there to be the strong woman, who defends the weak. That K'rin sometimes acts cruelly to the weak is totally anathema to her, in opposition to all she stands for. Strong of heart and mind, she's very much an emotionally sound dragon who knows her convictions and is ready to sacrifice herself to see them upheld. Actually, she's actually a bit of a martyr about it. If she can help someone else out at the expense of herself, she will. Incredibly resilient, most of the time she simply doesn't care about the cost of helping someone else out. She simply bounces back from the pain, or the persecution. Since others can't protect themselves, she will, and she glories in the pain, so long as she's freeing someone from that. She fears nothing and no one, and is determined to make her mark on the world by protecting the weak. The Bronze was still looking through the boys when his Green sibling shoved past. A bit rude, that. But the Bronze was easy to forgive and understand. She was in a hurry to scold Hers, he knew. But something was different about these boys. The Bronze just didn't like any of them. He paced again, and finally turned his attention to the edge of the boys, where Hermodris stood. He looked at her... and dismissed her. For a moment at least. But every time he just came back to her, this "girl" with the strange mind. While the Bronze was busy staring down Hermodris, the little egg next to the Green finally began to crack. Seeing that her little sporadic show was over, the Green turned around and began to fus with the eggshells again, particularly the ones from the largest egg. The little egg cracked and began to split, splintering off until a little dragonet was revealed. It was a tiny Gray, smaller than even usual. A runt, as he would consider himself. He was male, yes, though it wouldn't be too obvious from his thin form. He shook the eggshells from his body, looking around with his whirling eyes. If it weren't for his size, he might have been mistaken for a black. But there were definite gray tones to his hide, and he was a bit lighter in color than the average black tended to reach. He shook himself again, looking around. Just his luck. He'd hatched almost last, and there weren't any other dragonets around to hide him. He didn't like to be in the spotlight as he was rather shy, but he supposed that was his luck again, wasn't it? A shy dragon born under the watchful eyes of too many humans and dragons. Unlucky from birth, that was him. Cursed. He was cursed. The Bronze didn't seem to notice the hatching of his little clutchbrother, he was far too focused on the Candidates. He'd already made up his mind, but... it wouldn't hurt to think on it a little more. So that was what he was doing, considering his choice and making sure it was the absolute best. He liked this one, despite his odd brain. But it was the right brain, and the Bronze liked it. He finally locked eyes with his chosen, and Impressed. You really did confuse your Drieth there, H'dris. It did take me quite a while to figure out you were the one I was searching for. But it is a good fit, is it not? If not, it's a little late now,[/i] he gave a pleasant laugh at that, Ah, yes, this should be a private matter so you probably shouldn't inform anyone of my asking, but what would you prefer me to call you? H'dris is going to have to be your name in public, I'm afraid. We'll have less issues that way, and I do feel it suits you. But if it doesn't, you should let me know so I can adjust myself for you. He was quite a talker, this one. Bronze Drieth. 876637 For a dragon, Drieth is extremely verbose and wordy. He is a master wordsmith; it seems like he always knows what to say and how to say it. Diffusing situations is simple for him, he is very good at recognizing problems and being able to fix what is causing them. Drieth prefers to express how he is feeling with words, rather than act them out with actions. He will describe his exact feelings on the situation and will leave nothing implied, as implying things only causes confusion. He's extremely literal and does not like metaphors or flowery language. As for temperment, Drieth is very even-headed. It takes a lot to upset him or make him angry. He is very socially aware, especially when it comes to his rider and his Impression to her. On which, he will refer to His as a male while in public, and if she wishes, in their minds, as that is how she sees herself. It would be quite rude to do otherwise. [/blockquote][/size]
|
|
|
Post by larkwing on Nov 22, 2012 1:42:49 GMT -5
Was it getting slightly easier, or was he just getting used to it? Kuro sighed, his eyes taking on a slightly glazed look as he moved between locking his legs and then letting them relax. He was tired, but little by little it was going by, and he wasn't too bad right? Gulping down against his dry throat, the bit raised a hand to ruffle his blonde hair, pushing it from his eyes in a half-hazardous motion.
People were looking at him. He could feel their eyes, sense their...he was being sharding stupid! What sort of person thought the world revolved around them, other than Suya of course. Kurosaki let his gaze shift from the candidate back to the eggs, to the bronze and then to the nearby healer that seemed to only look back. Yep, so he wasn't crazy or vain after all then.
What, did they think he would just drop dead or something? Shaffit, he couldn't look that bad, could he? Puzzling over this, Kuro sighed and then let his mouth drop as the cyan walked past the females and to none other than Suya. Okay, yeah, that was....he numbly raised his arms to clap respectively, his eyes still betraying his disbelief and complete amusement at the situation.
---
Ah.... SuyaMine. So this is what Impression feels like. Isn't it wonderful? Zazpith wonders why....
The girl stood there, staring, just staring at the little pale thing that was Zazpith....her Zazpith. Vaguely there was a coursing of triumph through the back of her mind, the fact she had impressed not quite winning over her dumbfounded focus, but giving it a run for its marks so to speak. No, what was going through her mind was almost nothing as Suya looked down at the cyan and blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.
Why do you not say anything.....is this a game? Zazpith curled her tail around her front paws, eyes swirling steadily as she took in her human's actions. Yes, it was all very intriguing. Her Suya was a pretty thing, especially with that little crease on her head like that. "My face does not wrinkle." The girl retorted sternly, her eyes narrowing.
This was so not right. Was it a joke? Was it....Suya tilted her head while crossing her arms, eventually sighing and letting one fall down to be placed on her hip. "So....you're it?" How can I be anything different......that is very interesting.....yes, yes it is. How could Zazpith be anything other than Zazpith? Was it possible? If she had somehow not been able to choose her Suya, who would Zazpith be then? Could she still be Zazpith? What about a different dragonet, could they become Zazpith by taking her Suya?
Crooning softly, the cyan fluttered her wings, her eyes swirling somewhat faster as the thoughts both intrigued and frightened her. Suya however could only still stare at the dragonet trying to understand. She had impressed...to a fighter?!? Would your Zazpith be something else if not a cyan? I am what I am, am I not? ......I think I am, therefore you are too?
She tried so hard to fit the pieces together, her stomach rumbling more and more until the dragonet had to pause and let herself appreciate that sensation as well. It was quite odd this tumbling and rumbling in her middle portion. She needed to fill it, silence it, yes that would make it feel much better and her Suya knew how! Nudging the girl, Zazpith bit her sleeve gently and gave a small tug. I want to stop the rumbling growls in my tummy......you're meant for that, right?
Suya scoffed at the statement, then sighed. "I'm not your personal servant....but, I suppose you do have to be fed." It was not what she had wanted, but the dragonet was hers, and Suya needed to feed her. There would be time to figure out the rest later. Besides, she technically had beaten her sibling, she had impressed...Mayrie had not.
Deciding this was good enough in that case, Suya led her dragonet off the sands, a small hint if a smile faint on her lips as Zazpith crooned delicately about the state of being something that ate another something versus being the something being eaten. Honestly, it just gave Suya a headache.
---
Kuro rubbed at his eyes as he watched Suya walk off finally with her cyan in tow, his hands coming to rest at his sides. Moving back somewhat to the wall not far away, he contemplated leaning against it, his eyes still on the group of candidates in front of him and the dragonet's beyond. A green came to sniff at him curiously, but it was not for him, and she didn't maul him either. Thank Faranth he supposed for small favors. Sighing, Kuro looked up again only when the grey hatched and the whispers caught his ear.
Yep, well that was something to wonder about...yeah, totally different and amazing. Part of him actually was being sincere in his thoughts, but the majority just screamed sarcasm as usual. It was another dragonet, never mind it's color. Letting out a somewhat shaky breath, Kuro finally let himself lean on the wall, partially tense in order to quickly move away in case he were to be berated for it for some reason.
|
|
turkoizdog
Wingrider
turkct[M:-85]
Cephalove!
Posts: 256
|
Post by turkoizdog on Nov 22, 2012 3:06:54 GMT -5
The Cyan, which had looked a little mixed up earlier, went and impressed a girl. Now the Bronze was the only dragon on the sands, although there were still five eggs left. Meena looked around, to make sure she didn't miss any dragons. Last time one had been hiding, but this time, all five eggs that were left had been accounted for.
As she looked around, Meena noticed Yrri had come to watch. Her friend had come to support her! The thought warmed her heart. Yrro of course would have confidence that she would be able to impress. And this thought gave Meena confidence as well
Suddenly, Meena heard a crashing type sound. Two green dragons had hatched, by crashing into each other it seemed. One was now rearranging its shells, reminding her of the Viridian that did the same at the previous hatching. The second Green looked around very carefully, taking in her surroundings and making sure the remaining eggs were alright before impressing to a male candidate.
Meena was watching the Green rearrange her shells when she noticed the little Gray hatch. It was so cute! She had to try and stop herself from squealing. Never had she seen a dragonet so small.
The Bronze, Meena noted, impressed to Hermodris. A girl. Or at least, she seemed to be a girl. Meena couldn't be sure, but it didn't matter too much. What mattered to Meena were the adorable Gray, the meticulous Green, and the two eggs still unhatched.
|
|
Chek
Weyrlingmaster
chekct[M:-15]
I'm so magical I vomit rainbows
Posts: 1,091
|
Post by Chek on Nov 22, 2012 7:41:50 GMT -5
Watching the cyan Impress, and then the antics of the two greens was enough that Hermod didn't at first realize the bronze kept looking at her. It was only after the gray hatched – and what an unhappy creature that appeared to be – she realized that, in his survey of the candidates, he kept looking back at her.
She just figured she was confusing him, standing with the boys as she was.
She didn't expect him to come closer, to meet her eyes and Impress. He jaw dropped as his mental voice wound into her mind, You really did confuse your Drieth there, H'dris. It did take me quite a while to figure out you were the one I was searching for. But it is a good fit, is it not? If not, it's a little late now.He laughed – he laughed,Ah, yes, this should be a private matter so you probably shouldn't inform anyone of my asking, but what would you prefer me to call you? H'dris is going to have to be your name in public, I'm afraid. We'll have less issues that way, and I do feel it suits you. But if it doesn't, you should let me know so I can adjust myself for you.
Hermod...H'dris? - that was probably going to be strange, reached out one slightly trembling hand and ran it down the bronze's...no, Drieth's face, mind buzzing as the sense of being complete trickled like ice water into her brain, “Sweetheart, it feels like I just got kicked in the face by a runner. Give me a moment to..”
Gather yourself? Understandable. Outwardly, this is a little bit beyond the norm, but you and I shall persevere. Soon enough, it will simply be a matter of people going “Ah, there go Drieth and H'dris; what a lovely bronzepair!” and nothing more. This is why the name is an issue – we will cause less problems if we can conform to the social norm, after all.
She patted his face while he talked, cupping her hands under his chin, and sorta just grinning at him, “What a lovely bronzepair, huh? I suppose we are both ideal specimens of our respective races, aren't we?” And if nothing else, it looked like Drieth's verbosity was rubbing off, “About the name – I'd never given much thought to it; I didn't think it'd be something that'd come up! - but can we use...oh, Shards, H'mod? It's close enough to what people call me now that I'll remember to answer to it.”
Drieth cocked his head, and, though disappointed his initial suggestion was apparently lacking, could not fault the reasoning, H'mod. H'mod...is acceptable. Your reason for the change is more than acceptable – the less time we spend stumbling over names, the better. H'mod. My H'mod. He hummed under his rider's hands, pleased, and Hermo...H'mod, need to remember that, teared up a little – she was his, he was hers! Will we be using it all the time, or would you prefer a different name in private? I would like to get these concerns out of the way before we move on; a united front will be critical in these first days.
H'mod was still absently petting Drieth's focused little face, “I can handle it all the time. Better I don't get used to answering to more than one name, you know.”
Drieth flared his wings as a little, then resettled them, dipping his head to nudge H'mod's thigh, Excellent. Now, we should remove ourselves from the Sands before my dam takes offense at our lingering presence. Also, as I am quite hungry at this time, perhaps we could see our way to settling those matters as well?
H'mod allowed Drieth to turn her – they were sort of just standing in the middle of the Sands chatting like a couple of brain-dead wherries, after all, and he had a very serious point about offending Callistath – and, placing one hand on his shoulders, she straightened her spine and started marching towards the waiting Weyrlingmaster and her fellow classmates. And also food. Food was vitally important.
Nodding to the W'al upon their arrival, H'mod wasted no time in gathering up a bucket of meat and settling back on her heels next to her brother and his pretty cyan. Drieth sat in front of her, the pair seemingly completely at ease with the bizarre picture they made – confidence! - of a woman with a bronze, and H'mod eased the first lump of meat into her dragon's waiting mouth.
Remember, he told her, I have picked you. We are together, now, and nothing will separate us. We will sooth others with our obliging conformation to norms, but at the heart of it, you are mine, will always be mine, and nothing will change that. I picked you for a reason.
H'mod leaned in close to him and pressed a kiss to the end of his snout, bloody from his first meal or not, You sure know how to flatter a girl, sweetheart. Maybe I should start taking lessons from you?
|
|
|
Post by wild on Nov 22, 2012 19:28:26 GMT -5
Raksha watched as the bronze finally began to show signs of having come to a decision. The large creature was impressive, and she couldn’t help but be mesmerized as he went along. Then, the cyan was coming… She quickly turned to look in the direction of the female dragonet. It bumped into Meena, and then was coming her way… sort of. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, and all she could do was utter “please, please, please,” under her breath. The cyan nearly bumped into her, and kept going. The girl slouched right over, keeping her gaze downwards so that she wouldn’t catch anyone’s reaction to her mutters. Her face grew hot with embarrassment, and she dared not look up for a time.
By the time she looked up, the bronze was over by the girls, not that she realized, and a pair of greens had hatched. They weren’t of particular interest to her at the moment. Instead she looked around for the bronze, watching in utter shock as he impressed to… a girl? Did she have that right? A bronze had impressed to a girl? She was on the girls’ side, so she must have been a girl. Raksha snorted in disbelief, though she couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Q’sis’ reaction. He thought so little of women, and as such he’d get a real kick in the pants. She didn’t look for much longer, sighing when one of the hatched greens impressed to a boy. This whole hatching seemed to be about cross-gender impressions. It was interesting, to say the least, though she felt detached from the whole of it. There were now four chances of impression left, and as the smallest egg came to hatch, Raksha peered past another girl to get a better look. There sat a little gray. He was adorable. It was a he, wasn’t it? She wasn’t sure, especially due to its size. She did a quick head count of the girls still standing, looking over her shoulder to do so. There weren’t very many, not in comparison to the boys. They had a better chance, she assumed. Frowning, she crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a negative attitude building. It was funny how many emotions she could go through standing here for a period of time, surrounded by others whose lives were becoming what she willed hers to be.
Again she looked down, not wanting to focus on any one dragon like she’d done the cyan as not to be disappointed-yet again. The other two eggs would hatch eventually, and obviously, the people around her would become dragonriders.
|
|