Nia
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Post by Nia on Nov 22, 2012 20:20:59 GMT -5
With the Gray sitting and being boring and stable, the Green moved herself towards the Candidates. She enjoyed the little fidgets and ways they moved; it usually wasn't stagnant or boring. She watched a few of the more nervous ones for a little while, enjoying them. But after a time she began to grow annoyed. They just wanted to say in one stupid line, and she didn't like it. It would be much better if they moved THIS way... as she thought, and shoved Raksha over to the side a bit more, moving back to push Meena into the spot she was in. That was better. Still not right, still too similar, but better. She guessed. Whatever.
The Green moved towards one of the girls who was bleeding, watching her for a while as well. Hmm. Blood was different, this girl was different! The Green wanted to shove and move this girl around as well, but she knew better than to push a girl who was bleeding as much as this one was. She wasn't quite satisfied though, and moved on, circling through the girls.
The boy didn't appear to interest her, although she eyed them with distaste all the same. Stagnant. Boring. She just wasn't satisfied! No matter what she did, she couldn't satisfy that need for change. The only cool thing on the Sands was the blood coming out of that one girl, and even that was going to get boring. But still, it was different, wasn't it? The girl was different too. Perhaps, maybe. She locked eyes with Hanei anyway, solidifying her decision. Noveth is stuck with you now, HaneiMine. Your opinions are bad and too stable, I am going to teach you the value of change, she finally decided on, though part of Noveth did kind of wish she'd made a different decision. No. Bad Noveth. Make up your mind for once!
Green Noveth. 76bf83 Noveth is never satisfied with the way that things are. Things must constantly change, be it the position of furniture, the way she eats or what she eats. She is the overbearing interior designer who cannot possibly decide on a way for things to stay. This applies to everything in life, to her attitude, how she deals with other dragons and people, she is a constantly morphing creature who is never satisfied to stay in one place or be a single person. It never makes her satisfied, be it something inside of herself or in the outside world, it's gotta change, and she will fuss until it is. Hanei's view of the world is strange to her, but a reassuring anchor that she knows isn't changing. Which won't stop her from trying to change it.
The Gray remained where he was, watching his siblings all Impress around him. He didn't really like it. Impression, that is. He didn't want to burden anyone else with his curse. It didn't seem fair. Perhaps if he waited, his siblings could get first pick, and he'd just go curse the unlucky last-standing Candidate. That seemed fair, he supposed. An unlucky candidate for an unlucky dragon. Poetic, almost. So he sat where he was, watching the Candidates with his whirling eyes. He was getting kind of hungry, though... for being as small as he was, it seemed he had quite a big appetite brewing.
The last egg remaining on the left of the clutch began to crack as the Gray sat with his depressing thoughts, cracking and splitting open. A Black stepped from his egg, immediately taking in his surroundings. He moved towards his Gray sibling, who shied away from his brother. What was he doing coming this way?! The Gray panicked, frozen in his place. But the Black wasn't going towards the Gray, he'd been going towards the eggshells of the large egg. He moved the shells and adjusted them, similar to how the Green had, but in a much more productive way. He stacked the eggshells on top of each other with quite a lot of precision for a dragonet. The Gray looked with alarm, as the Black was babbling on about the thing he was trying to create. He didn't even look up at the Gray, it seemed all he wanted was a sounding board to talk to. The Gray didn't mind, and he relaxed a bit, even stepping a bit closer to look at what the Black was making.
But of course, as soon as the Gray took up the initiative to get closer, the tower began to wobble and collapsed in on itself, breaking many of the large shards into small, unusuable ones. The Black stared bleakly at his fallen creation, but it didn't get him down for long. He jumped to his feet, nodding once at the stunned Gray, and walking towards the Candidates.
Of course he knew where His was. He was a very intelligent Black, and nudged at His chosen girl with impatience. Come come, AricelliMine. We may have lost one creation, but there are many more things we can tinker with. You and your Neljath have a lot to do, oh yes, he said with a matter-of-fact attitude. This was how it was going to be! And she really had to hurry, he needed more things to tinker with.
Black Neljath. 0d0d0d Neljath lives to create. He is an inventor, making new things is his passion and his pride. He's extremely intelligent as well, and a very good problem-solver. He'd have to be, half the things he tries to create are ridiculously elaborate and involved; he has plenty of problems to solve there. This Black needs to keep moving and inventing, he just doesn't feel calm unless he's trying to figure out something new. Neljath can be a bit high-strung about his work, and it's a bit difficult to calm him down once he's worked up about something. Once he gets an idea in his head there's no getting it out. But while smart and inventive, Neljath is not quiet. He voices his thoughts outloud, needing a partner to voice his long, rambling ideas off of. He doesn't need someone to talk back, just a willing listener is all he really needs. Input is nice, but silence is better.
The Gray, rather dejected about his failure with Neljath's tower of shards, stayed back rather than move forward. He shuffled in the Sands nervously, glancing behind him at the last egg in the clutch. The large egg had been silent since the beginning, and had only just began to rock and crack. Fearfully, the Gray stepped back, not wanting to curse his sibling and make the larger dragonet unable to get out of his shell. But it didn't matter what the Gray did, because it didn't take long for a vibrant green foot to smash out of the egg, shattering the rest of it.
The Gray slowly stepped back as the Viridian stepped forward, but there really wasn't anywhere for him to hide behind. The Viridian glared down at him, aggressively swiping out to hit him. These were HIS Sands. He OWNED them. And unless the Gray understood that, the Viridian was going to teach him a lesson in obedience. The Gray watched the Viridian and cursed himself. This just HAD to happen to him, didn't it? Now he was either forced to run to the scary Candidates, or face his scary brother.
The Viridian snorted at the Gray, glaring down his brother for a while... until he shook his head in irritation, moving away from his annoying brother. Fine. He could share. It was just a little Gray, anyway. Nothing to take away from him or his brilliance. ...plus, his dam over there would probably knock him off his feet should he touch his brother. The Viridian snorted again, instead just sitting down and let the audience take in his magnificence.
The Gray slowly edged over to the Candidates, keeping well out of the Viridian's view. [/size]
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Nov 22, 2012 20:40:56 GMT -5
Taza couldn’t help but continue to eye the blue, growing a bit more concerned for him the longer he went without impressing. She’d heard that dragons could go between if they didn’t find the right person, and if there was one thing Dalibor didn’t need, it was the needless loss of healthy baby dragons. But after shoving through the line of boys, she was sure she could see rainbows in his eyes—and he seemed to be looking up at the stands. Well, that was unconventional—at least, she thought it was unconventional?—but she was just glad he had found someone.
Now if only that bronze and cyan would do the same! They were all making her nervous. But maybe there was some sense in it—the dragons would be linked to their chosen person for life, and not only that—their lives would be dependent on their rider as well. Taza was glad it was the dragons who chose their humans, and not the other way around—she certainly wouldn’t trust herself to be able to make such a monumental decision. So she tried not to worry about it, and let them go about it their own way.
Still, she was glad to see the next blue to hatch was a more decisive type. She held her breath as he marched straight toward the female candidates, but it was another girl he wanted, someone Taza wasn’t very familiar with. But if he’d been so sure about it, it must be a good match.
The cyan seemed to be slowly making her way toward the girls, and Taza watched her agonizing progress until a burst of eggshells caught her eye. A pretty little pink—very little, actually, but small dragons had their place just as big dragons did, and pinks were far from being the smallest dragons anyway—so she wasn’t much bothered by that. The pink certainly seemed like a proud little thing, though, and it was cute watching her march imperiously over to the girls. She glanced between the pink and the cyan, wondering who would make up their mind first. She watched the pink pause by one of the girls further down, half expecting to see rainbows—but instead, there was blood.
Her eyes widened as the pink scratched at the girl and then took off just as quickly—weren’t pinks normally sweet? They were certainly the last color she’d have expected to see maul someone. She cast a sympathetic glance toward the poor girl who’d been scratched, watching the pink with just a little apprehension as she wove through the crowd. But in truth, the pink had looked more scared than angry, reminding Taza a bit of a scared feline lashing out with its claws, and the haughty air with which she had so confidently approached the candidates had vanished entirely now.
She barely had time to feel surprise or worry that the pink was lunging toward her before the dragonet’s face was shoved into her white robe, a voice painting her mind in sad, regretful tones. 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. [/color] Taza was so caught up in the surge of new emotions, layering over her own, and the need to comfort the poor creature, like she did with her brothers when they were small, that she had no time to think about the fact that she had just impressed, or that this pink—Samputh—was now hers. For the moment, all that mattered was that Samputh was upset, and she had to do something about it.
Oh, I’m sure no one was judging you! Everyone’s here because they want a dragon to pick them, and I’m sure most of them would be so happy to have any dragon at all. If anyone’s being judged, it’s the candidates—the dragons get to judge who’s worthy and who isn’t. I don’t think anyone was thinking anything but good things about you, she said, gently stroking the hatchling’s soft pink neck. But dear, it’s okay to be scared, but you can’t scratch people even if you think they’re thinking bad things about you, okay? I know—you didn’t mean it, you told me, and I know how scary it is to be alone—but let’s just make sure it doesn’t happen again, alright? I know it won’t; I can tell you’re too much of a sweetheart for that. Let’s go get you some food now, okay?
Samputh slowly pulled her head out of Taza’s robe, looking around a little anxiously at the other candidates. She debated acting proud again, but there didn’t seem like much point, not around the girls—she’d already blown it. So she stayed close to Taza as they walked toward the food tables, occasionally getting a bit ahead of her bonded in her desire to leave the candidates she’d had such a bad start with, though she always quickly slowed down again to make sure she didn’t get far from Taza. You probably shouldn’t trust me so much, though—you know pinks, we’re just not very smart and not all that good at self-control, so you never know when we might attack someone! Just as bad as reds, you know. Haha…ha…[/color]
Taza frowned, unsettled to hear something like that—something she could feel, through the bond connecting them, wasn’t all that much of a joke at all, and almost hurt Samputh to say—coming from a baby dragon. Please don’t say things like that. It’s not true, and it doesn’t do any good to think that way. Samputh, however, only wilted even more at this perceived reprimand, lowering her head. You’re right, I’m sorry. It was wrong to say all pinks are like that—I really just meant me.[/color] Taza sighed. That’s not what I meant either, Samputh. I meant don’t be so down on yourself! You shouldn’t feel like that—I think you’re amazing.
Why?[/color] Taza bit her lip. Well, because…well all dragons are amazing! Without you, everyone on Pern would die. You’re still young right now, but when you’re bigger, you’re going to help save everyone. We both will. So please don’t be upset, everyone makes mistakes. Samputh’s mood seemed to lift at least a little, but Taza could tell she was still far from turned around in her views toward herself. And why would she be? Taza hadn’t been able to point out any reasons Samputh should feel good about herself except the obvious—she was a dragon. What was she supposed to say? Samputh was too young to have anything Taza could point to as an example of her good character. But Taza did her best to keep these thoughts to herself—they obviously wouldn’t help her pink at all. It was strange—she thought impressions were supposed to be all joy, from the stories, and there had been joy mixed in there somewhere—but mostly she just felt worried. She was a dragonrider now, and that meant her first priority was to care for and support her dragon, and she couldn’t help but feel like she was already failing.
She moved toward Calmere—she’d have to ask him his new name—once she had her bucket, flashing him a slightly hesitant smile. Maybe he and his hatchling would be able to help cheer Samputh up. Samputh, for her part, was standing up taller now that she was around new, unfamiliar people who hopefully hadn’t seen that incident back there. “So what do I call you now? Guess it’s not Calmere anymore, huh?” she said, putting the meat bucket down for her pink. “This is Samputh—and Samputh, this is…well, he’s part of my family.” She could explain the concept of a husband to her dragon later.
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Post by wild on Nov 22, 2012 20:49:29 GMT -5
Raksha was growing incredibly restless. She didn’t want to switch her spot and disturb the dragonets moving about, and so she stayed put. The green was finally on the move, the sole remaining female dragonet upon the sands. Raksha had no faith in being approached by the green, and, as if her thoughts had been read, the green roughly shoved at her. Raksha squeaked, fearful of being mauled by the creature. She froze in place, trying not to look directly at the dragonet, not that it’d help if it wanted to shred her to pieces. There were only four of them, who did the green really have to harass? Raksha was relieved when it kept on moving, seeming to be more unhappy with the place she was standing in, then with her directly.
It was a girl behind her whom impressed, but Raksha didn’t bother watching. It was now down to herself, and three other girls whom stood. She didn’t make eye contact, didn’t move, and didn’t look anywhere but the many, many, shells upon the sands. They were all so beautiful, and she then began to randomly wonder if people ever collected them and kept them as keepsakes. The thought was put on the backburner when the smaller of the two remaining eggs hatched, revealing a black dragonet. The black went about rather confidently, and she couldn’t help but note how depressed the gray looked. No worries buddy, I know how you feel, she thought, wishing that he could hear her; wishing that something, some dragon, could hear her…
The black soon impressed to yet another girl, and as such, it was down to two other girls, excluding her. Of course, that was not before the largest of the eggs had hatched into a Viridian. The black had been doing something peculiar with the shells and so the gray had curiously wandered over. When the shells rather inconveniently toppled on the poor thing, Raksha resisted the urge to run and help it. The poor gray really was helpless, and the Viridian seemed to think so too. The green-hided dragon was, in a word, egotistical. Fitting of a Sub-King, Raksha decided. The numbers had really depleted, and so she worried about whom all was looking. Normally she didn’t care; normally she could just shrug it off and do her own thing, yet when the entire Weyr knew how long she’d been standing for? Well… it made it awfully hard not to care. How many of them wondered why she was even bothering? Faranth, she wondered why, frequently.
There she stood, with the two dragonet’s left to impress being males. She knew, with every fibre of her being, that her chances were as good as gone. There was no way the Viridian would ever consider her, and the gray, well; he looked as if he didn’t know what he wanted. But, deciding that he was indeed a male, Raksha studied the group of boys, just wanting this whole thing to be over. She felt for the gray, and hoped that he'd choose a boy soon, and escape from the Viridian.
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Post by larkwing on Nov 22, 2012 21:01:55 GMT -5
So few left, well thank Faranth for that. Kurosaki pulled himself up off of his leaning position, forcing himself to stick these last few moments out. He wanted off the sands and in a comfortable bed where he could just pass out for a while, then he could go to the infirmary and lay there to die the terrible death he knew was waiting for him. The only reason he did not take leave of the sands now was because he knew Callistath would have his plagueridden head for it. No, it was better to stick it out and suffer than end up decapitated by dragon teeth.
Blinking his eyes, he realized that his vision wasn't quite as fuzzy as it had been. It was a slight improvement, perhaps one brought on by him finally calming down instead of becoming overly worried about the condition of his body. However, Kurosaki could not, would not, consider that his now careless state was actually helping him. Instead he focused on his breathing, in and out...in and out. That was it, just a little bit longer. The green had impressed, a black had hatched, now it was impressing too. Kurosaki, as always, did not care that he had been overlooked so far. As long as he was not being mauled on the sands, well, that was fine by him.
The candidate never did understand what he was doing here, he had just gone with it all. He pitied whatever poor soul decided to bond to himself, he always did. Mostly that was because if it did they would go with him. Yes, as much as he hated it, he was going to die, he knew it. Perhaps if someone were able to read his thoughts they would have slapped him or shook him, yelling at him to stop being his usual pessimistic and sarcastic self. There was no one though, there was just him and his thoughts of sunshine and sparkling rainbows. Ah, yes. That's where he was going, a land full of bright, twinkling lights and singing pink firelizards.
He almost laughed at the thoughts that crossed his mind, the sinister sarcasm seeping into his twisted delusions. No, no, he was not going anywhere like that. There was nothing for something like him, nothing but the black of between, that would be fitting for someone that had done nothing for his life. The only thing he even vaguely was remorseful about was that Kai would be alone, he'd have to ask the healers if it were possible to push a flit onto another person...maybe Suya. Tearing his eyes from the grey and now viridian dragonets, the precious last few, he looked at the cyan weyrling as she led her pale creature toward the feeding station.
Yep, she would hate it, it would be his last little "gift". If there was a way, and if he were to pass, that was what he would try to do.
(Disclaimer: Kuro is not going to die, he's just a pessimistic jerk that is overly depressing when thinking about his "situation".) ---
SuyaMine.....
Zazpith looked up at her rider, her mind instantly wandering away from whatever she was going to say the moment her eyes closed in on the dragons above. How many were her sisters and brothers? That was interesting, were they all technically her brethren? They were after all under the same roof, the same Weyr, the same Queen. Yes, they were all siblings she decided. Yawning, the cyan blinked slowly, her eyes staring up at Suya as the newly made weyrling sighed and pulled on the meat bucket that was given to her.
What? She didn't snap the returned thought, but the girl hadn't made it gentle either. Zazpith turned her head toward her rider suddenly, shocked at the fierceness of the mind-speak, her eyes flaring orange for a moment before dieing down to a soft shade of green and blue. I...I do not remember. It does not matter. I am hungry.......feed me? She opened her mouth tentatively, her eyes whirling as her pale jaws parted and her tongue flicked out to taste a drop of blood that rolled off of the meat Suya was holding. The girl did not get squeamish at the prospect of dealing with the meat chunks, after all she was used to such things from being on the farm...though she vaguely wondered if she should act like it was gross.
Shivering, probably a bit too much really, she made a disgusted face at the meat and threw it in the air where Zazpith rose onto her back legs and pumped her wings to keep her upright while her jaws closed around the chunk of food. Yummy! Oh, it did taste so wonderful. That taste, it was glorious really. She opened her mouth for more, her eyes wandering again, and with them her thoughts. Suya did her best to force the foreign mind out of her own, but it was useless, Zazpith was with her forever now. Sighing, the girl threw another piece at the pale creature watching her do the same as before.
Is this a game? The dragonet flicked her wings while crooning softly, a sort of higher pitched kreel that ended on a questioning note. Suya couldn't decide if she had understood the words more for her tone or for the mind inside her own. Is it? The question was as much excited as curious, Zazpith's mind reeling as it tried to understand her rider and her strange actions. After all, the other dragonets from her mother's clutch were not receiving such odd treatment. Theirs were just feeding them normally...then again, what was normal? Oh bother, she had gone off again on one of her tangents, but that was a fun thing to do too...was that a game then? If it was, did that mean this game and that game were together?
Mine?!? ....Do you thi... "Oh shush you, honestly, you never do shut up do you? Thinking, thinking, thinking, that's all you ever do. It's giving me a headache." Suya threw another chunk of meat at the dragonet, but this time Zazpith did not snap it up into her jaws. Instead she just stared coldly at her rider. Yes, Hers smelled so pretty, and she loved Hers, but Hers was not the open hearted creature that Zazpith was herself. You do not mean it SuyaMine....you don't really mean it....do you? She keeled softly, and Suya sighed and looked at her dragonet, her body finally reacting after a few moments of them staring at each other without moving.
Slowly the girl bent to pick up the fallen bit of meat, the bucket being placed beside her legs. Her fingers brushed over it, flicking off the sand to the best of her ability. Finally, she held it out for the cyan to sniff tentatively, but only after Zazpith spent another quiet moment looking at her rider and the offering. Suya knew she was thinking about it all, thinking of all it meant, thinking of everything that was going on around her as well. She was taking her sweet time to decide, but first she was taking the time to understand. "Come on Zazzles, it's okay girl." Giving her sweetest smile, Suya shook her hand holding the chunk of meat. Slowly Zazpith took it in her jaws, chewing it thoughtfully before opening her mouth for more.
I am sorry, I will try to be better...but don't you understand Mine? Don't you understand that it takes time to fully appreciate everything? It is like your stories, your pretty stories....they are not as good as the truth, but you have to understand all of them to really comprehend the real you. It takes time, everything takes time.
Nodding her head, Suya reached into the bucket for the final chunk of meat and handed it to her. When Zazpith shook her head, Suya thought the dragonet had finished being hungry, but no...that wasn't right either. The girl waited for a moment, and then she threw it in the air for the creature to catch as before, a soft purring croon coming from the pale thing. There, you are starting to understand how to find the real fun it life...and I'm starting to see you...the real you..........ooooh, my two brothers are going to find Theirs soon, aren't they? Oh, I do think they will. And off she was again, her Zazprith, her Zazzles, thinking about Faranth knew what.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Nov 22, 2012 21:57:35 GMT -5
Hermodris had sort of shifted right over toward the boys during the hatching, so the majority of the watchers appeared to give the usual polite applause that one did when a king safely Impressed. Jazz, however, actually stood in her seat, stunned. Obviously, she was aware that people existed whose mind did not match their body, and that the dragon chose for the mind; she'd known one or two of those types back home. They didn't always know, either. But Hermodris had never seemed...conflicted, or insecure. Quite the opposite, really.
Her confidence was perfect for a bronze, though, and Jazz cheered for her. For all of them, of course, but unless she missed her guess, this was basically Pern's first cross-Impressed king. Maybe something more was going on - no one but Hermodris could know - but it was something new regardless.
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Tiiired,[/i] Cincith mused, turning it over in her mind. She sort of understood tired, but it was so antithetical to all that she was that it still evoked a reaction of eeeewwwww. I want to try dreaming! But oh, I'm not done yet at all with anything! Mine is well, he is very happy now! He was not very happy before, since Onth pushed him down and he was having a looooot of feelings.[/i] She lifted her bloody muzzle to nudge him in the shoulder.
Cocking her head, she listened to Sitath's advice, then ate another piece delicately, just to try it.
Ooooh. I can taste it this way...this is nice! That was a good idea![/i] she praised her sister. By this time the other pink in the clutch was coming their way, and she greeted Samputh happily. Oh, Samputh! Sampuuuuth, it's nice to see you properly![/i] She had only vaguely felt her sister's mind while they were both in the shell.
C'mere beamed at his wife, but he reminded himself of the rules. The weyrlingmaster was watching; displays of affection, no matter how chaste, were strictly forbidden. Just getting excited about being in weyrlinghood with her was probably bad for Cincith, so he tried to calm down, he really did. "Cincith! And I'm C'mere," he enthused. The world just seemed brighter with his cyan in it. "She's beautiful. She's..."
He trailed off, staring over her shoulder. Hermodris. She'd Impressed too. But the warring emotions in his breast at this development all fled when he saw who she was walking across the sands with. "Hermod?" he blurted out. There was no mistaking the sheen of a bronze; he knew, of course, there had been no shining golden egg; but for a fleeting instant, he thought she must be a queenrider. She was a girl. Girls didn't Impress bronzes. They couldn't.
...but now they did.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Nov 22, 2012 22:46:07 GMT -5
The bronze finally made landfall, though Q'sis did not approve. Unath's crystal-clear eyes made short disassembly of the chosen: long ribboned hair at the head, arms of skinny muscle, and what looked suspiciously like the heresy against manhood of shaved legs. Doubtless a Lordling, though he had not heard of D'lios having seeded anything that would be at this appropriate age. Perhaps a halfblood of Cambyses', though why pressed into the usual disgusting customs of the class when only half-important was a mystery. Further, the skin that stuck out from the shortrobe of Candidacy had browned in a way that made him think of his own kind. He supposed some lesser caravan might inherit the ways of the Holdbreds to make a joke or a sale, but more likely this was some barbarian off from the South.
The back already turned to him twisted further, and made for the pits with the shining hatchling and tied hair in tow. Well, ovines existed to be shorn, he reassured himself, though his pleasure at the thought of someone- perhaps the Weyrlingmaster himself -shaving the Lordling's head to match his pretty legs stymied when he recalled the long, glossy, uncut tresses of that new viridianrider Mith's jaws ill favored. He returned his interest reluctantly to the other struggling hatchlings and saw another pink settling with her female lifemate.
"Just because girls like pink fabrics does not mean they are at all suited to pink dragons," he grumbled, careful this time to enunciate his words out-loud. "Pink might be flower-like, but it's the color of guts spilling out too." His thoughts drifted on their own current, back first to the viridianrider, than to the local major Holders. As he stumbled across the name D'lios again, Unath's eyes abruptly traversed the crowd and pinpointed S'in in it. The tan's wholly transmitted gaze lingered on the greenrider for about as long as it had on Delilah, then rushed back to the Hatching proper. All unconscious. Q'sis was unused to sharing his split eyes, and had yet to guard against the natural movements marking his interests like lone blooms in the grass. What good is the gray? A runt! he scoffed. And another viridian. The first one in recent memory had gone to the jittery fool Day'ar, and the second to that long-haired polecat V'yeri. Not exactly a staggering pedigree.
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Post by turkoizdog on Nov 22, 2012 23:00:26 GMT -5
Meena watched as the Green approached the bleeding girl, studying her intently. She wondered, was it the girl she was interested in, or her blood? It seemed that was where the dragon was looking, though it was hard to tell, given her height. But, the Green then decided to Impress the girl.
Meena watched the poor, shy Gray. Why wasn't it impressing? When a Black hatched and approached the Gray, it shied away. Poor thing, it seemed to be so scared of the world... Meena wondered if it would Impress at all.
Meanwhile, the Black was totally ready to Impress, and the large egg hatched, revealing a Viridian. Meena didn't know whether Viridians ever took girls, so she figured her best chance was with the Gray or the Black. Did Grays take girls? She didn't know much about them, they were so rare. Blacks she knew did. However, just as she was thinking about this, the Black approached and impressed Aricelli. Now there were only two dragons left, and a handful of Candidates. Meena hoped that she wouldn't be left standing for the second time. She was already 19, almost too old to even be a Candidate... if she was left standing too many times, chances were, she'd never get a dragon...
The Viridian was just sitting there, and seemed to be rather rude to the poor Gray. So Meena paid no attention to it. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the small Gray, which was finally approaching the Candidates. Oh, how she hoped it would be hers!
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Nia
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Post by Nia on Nov 23, 2012 0:29:52 GMT -5
The Gray nervously made his way to the Candidates, keeping one eye on the Viridian at all times. Come on... he urged, getting closer. He just wanted the Viridian to have his pick before he did. It wouldn't be fair to take a Candidate that could have Impressed to a Viridian. So he waited patiently for the Viridian to slowly make his own way to the Candidates, seeming to enjoy the attention on him. The little Gray was nothing compared to him. As a Viridian, he was king of the entire Weyr. It was his right! Though, truthfully, he knew it wasn't. His golden mother proved that enough. But it didn't matter, did it? He was king of this hatching, and everyone was going to do exactly what he wanted.
The Gray sat next to the girl Candidates, watching his brother look at them all. He was patient. He could wait. No sense cursing a Candidate that could have done better. He watched the Viridian stomp over to the boys, looking over the few there. Nartovyn got a slight glare. Too small, not good enough. Kurosaki was avoided and not even looked at. He knew better than to go near a sick Candidate. What did you take him for, an idiot?
It really wasn't very good pickings, here. He snorted again, angry. His siblings SHOULD have left the Candidates for him. They'd taken all the good ones, and he was left with the rejects. Irritated, he looked back at the girls. There was something promising there, maybe. It would be weird, but what did he care? He made his own rules, and everyone else was damn well going to follow them.
Meena got a sniff, and he prodded Vyna with his nose, but he didn't really like either of them. Raksha got a longer look, as he circled the girl to look her over. He sniffed at her once and moved on, restlessly pacing in front of the few remaining Candidates. They weren't even lined up properly for him! So messy. He continued pacing, glaring at the remaining Candidates. This was annoying, wasn't it? At least his Gray brother hadn't come forward to steal any of HIS Candidates.... But enough of that. He had to Impress, he was hungry and needed to boss someone around that wasn't his clutchsibling. He eyed Raksha again, circling her again like a shark. Was she enough of a pushover for him to get what he wanted? Perhaps not. But being a pushover was boring. She would do, he supposed. He didn't particularly like it, but maybe he could make her work. RakshaMine. Jedenath demands food, and you will get me what I want, [/color] he said coldly, looking the girl straight in the eyes. Viridian Jedenath. 8bd25a Jedenath has a lot of pent up aggression. He seems to be almost always angry, and is quite especially angry whenever he doesn't get his way. He has no qualm against snapping at anyone, unless they hold a rank higher than his. Jedenath is quite respectul towards authority, although not out of a desire to kiss-up. Power is something that Jedenath respects, but does not crave. If in a position of power, he would revel in it and use it to the fullest extent, but without it he can be a perfectly willing minion. Provided he doesn't see the authority figure as weaker than him, though. And who he sees as weaker can change depending on his mood. Now, WITH power Jedenath can be quite a tyrant. He always has to have things going his way at all times. He will expect Raksha to do things for him, and will aggressively push her until she does what Jedenath wants. He is always pushing His to go an extra mile, as this Virdian is definitely not one for mediocre work. Everything has to be perfect and done just the way he wants it to be, and Jedenath will keep talking and directing until it's finished. With his brother out of the way, the Gray was free to take his pick. He looked at the girls, unable to really see the boys. He slowly began to move forward, looking at each of the girls in turn. Meena got a sniff, Vyna was circled, and then the boys. Kurosaki was given a wide range, and the Gray seemed uninterested in Nartovyn. He would have to curse one of them, he knew. But which one? Which one was the best for him? He walked back to the girls, uninterested in the boys and their worries. He wanted to be happy, truly he did. It was just difficult for him to get over his curse of bad luck. He would bring misfortune to whoever he Impressed! He only hoped they would forgive him for it. Finally, he made up his mind. He slowly approached Meena, curling himself around the girl and looking up at her. Sorry, MeenaMine. Tredecimth picked you to curse, he apologized to her, feeling quite terrible that now they were both going to have bad luck forever. But he sensed quite a bit of happiness in this girl. Perhaps she could help him. Gray Tredecimth. 595959 Tredecimth is cursed. Or at least, that's what he certainly believes. While he does seem to attract a score of bad luck, it could just be because he feels the need to point out any instance of misfortune. If anything, at all, goes wrong, it's always because of him. Even if he wasn't directly involved and he was just in the area, it was his fault because his bad energy made it happen. Tredecimth is very, very insistant about this. He will not accept any other reason for his misfortune. It was his curse. He is cursed. No, it's not a coincidence. He really is cursed! Due to this, he tends to be very mellow with an edge of melancholy to him. He's accepted his curse and that it rules his life, so he doesn't try to do anything. Why bother? It'll just go wrong. He tries to be apathetic, but it's obvious that he really does care about his terrible "luck". He looks to Meena for reassurance and happiness. He often needs to be cheered up after something goes wrong, and taught that it doesn't really matter, because sometimes bad things happen and that's okay. With the last dragon finally Impressed, Avalle breathed a small sigh of relief. It was over, great. Now she could go back to her Weyr and relax. A weird Hatching, though. The Bronze's Impression may have seemed normal, but Avalle had watched that girl move from the girl's side over to the boy's side. Out of instinct, perhaps. But it was a fairly trouble cross-Impression. And the new Viridian's choice baffled her as well. What was with the males and picking girls? She hoped the call for new Candidates brought them some worthy boys. Though she didn't mind, honestly. She'd always thought girls would make better Kingriders anyway. Callistath lowered her neck for Avalle to climb up, though the Gold made sure her children were settled in with their new Weyrlings before taking off. The Gold was very much worried about her children. This Plague thing was dangerous, and it would be devastating for a young dragonet.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Cathaline on Nov 23, 2012 0:43:37 GMT -5
A second cross-Impression. Maybe they all should've expected it, considering what had happened at Callistath's last hatching with Q'sis. She did seem to be developing a habit here. Jazz grinned widely. After all Raksha had been through, how long she'd been a Candidate and the time she'd taken off, it was excellent to see her finally Impress...and like this, to boot. Meena also got a cheer, because Jazz didn't know the gray was "cursed." Meena was a wonderful girl.
W'al grinned, and once Meena, Raksha, and their dragonets had joined the group at the feeding pen, he stepped forward. "Welcome, Hopeholders," he said. "I'm W'al, of purple Kerath, and I'm going to be your weyrlingmaster. I think we're all going to get along splendidly. For now, let your dragons eat their fill and we'll all proceed to the barracks together. The cooks have laid out a feast for us in one of the larger rooms, so we'll all have a good night together to eat and be merry before we get down to business in the morning." And there would be a lot of business to go over, he knew that much already. There was a reason they were being invited to a private feast rather than allowed to attend the public one, and a reason Kerath would be standing guard over the barracks tonight to make sure no one sneaked out for any reason. But he didn't want to harsh anyone's buzz by bringing it up during a time of joy, celebration, and new life. For tonight, quarantine would be in effect...but unspoken.
C'mere was still reeling from his sister's Impression, and it barely fazed him to see a rare gray arrive or a viridian Impress a girl. This...was a weird class. Really, really weird.
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Nov 23, 2012 0:45:30 GMT -5
Taza had neglected to so much as glance at what was going on with the remaining hatchlings on the sands, preoccupied as she was with her own very sensitive new life partner. Said hatchling was presently feeling especially torn, as her hunger compelled her to eat, but she felt uncomfortable doing so in front of her cyan sister and this human who was apparently quite important to her Taza. What if she somehow ate wrong? And she was almost certain she would do it wrong. But she was so hungry…after a moment of staring longingly at the meat in the bucket, she finally dunked her head in, filled her mouth with as much meat as she could, and pulled it back out again, trying to chew subtly enough that no one would notice.
She did brighten a bit, though, at Cincith’s friendliness. But…now she had to say something, didn’t she? What if they judged her for saying the wrong thing? Well, they’d certainly judge her for not saying anything after Cincith had been so nice to her, so she didn’t have much choice. She stopped chewing, letting the meat just sit in her mouth while she stood up tall as if to look down at the cyan—rather impossible, given that her sister would be several size classes larger than her even if she wasn’t small for a pink. Hello Cincith. I’m sure it is nice to see me![/color] she said playfully. But it’s good to meet you too. Apparently yours and mine are very close?[/color]
“Cincith? C’mere and Cincith, that sounds…it sounds nice. She’s a lovely cyan too; I’ve never seen so many colors on one…” Taza fell silent as she caught the look of surprise on C’mere’s face, and frowned, turning to see what he was staring at. “H—Hermod?” she repeated in disbelief, but it was true—that was unmistakably Hermodris, standing right beside them with…a bronze? Taza wasn’t sure what to be shocked at first—it was just all too much. She stared at Hermodris, then at C’mere, back to Hermodris, back to C’mere, as if that would somehow make things make sense. Three dragons, three people, and nothing that added up. She settled at last on her husband. “Calmere! You didn’t tell me Hermodris was here too.”
She turned back to Hermodris with a somewhat awkward attempt at a smile, somewhat glad to see the girl she had been so close to, but also horribly nervous about suddenly being face to face with her so unexpectedly. They hadn’t exactly left off on the best note. “It’s nice to see you again. And…wow! You impressed too? Is that…is that a bronze?” She paused for a moment, watching the dragon gulp down his food. “Congratulations!” Regardless of how strange the impression, that was always a fitting response, she thought.
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RavenSong
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Post by RavenSong on Nov 23, 2012 2:27:10 GMT -5
P'ryt was on his feet instantly when he saw the pink claw his daughter.
"Hanei!" he hissed, his voice too low in volume to carry to her ears. "Shards and shells." He watched, ensuring she wasn't critically wounded, remaining on his feet to keep watching. If she dropped, he'd be on the sands, courtesy be damned. When Hanei crouched down, P'ryt nearly leapt over. He was stopped by K'var.
"Hey. Relax," K'var said, gripping P'ryt's bicep. "Heard you brought your daughter here. Would I be right in guessing she just got clawed?"
"She did," P'ryt replied.
"Well, relax... it happens. The healers will tend her, you know. You can see her after the Hatching. If it was bad, she'd've been dragged off by now. I know you know that, Wingrider." P'ryt heaved a sigh and nodded, taking his seat in time to see a Bronze walk up to Hermodris. Both Wingriders were stunned when they saw her Impress.
Interesting, Hemetath opined, regarding Callistath below. He knew the twin Tans were hers, and knew one had Impressed a male. It was in P'ryt's mind.
P'ryt cheered when Hanei Impressed a Green. Rank didn't matter to him, he knew his daughter would excel at her duties.
Named Noveth, Hemetath supplied.
The cross-Impression of the Viridian wasn't lost on the Wingriders, either. It was another shock. They shared a glance, then P'ryt slipped off to try and talk to his daughter and congratulate her. Finding his way barred and his actions forbidden, he sighed and resorted to asking Hemetath to do so.
Green Noveth, Hemetath said. Inform Hanei. Her sire? Pleased. Iron Hemetath? Also pleased. Congratulations. The path? Blocked. Hanei's sire? Barred. Forgiveness required. Accompanying the Iron's sparse words were the depth of P'ryt's joy and Hemetath's pride, along with their sorrow at not being able to greet the new Greenpair properly and congratulate them as was their due.
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Nartovyn watched all the dragons Impress, some looking at him but never giving him a second look. He'd gotten his hopes up too high, and now he looked ready to cry. He told himself there'd be other dragons, other chances. Still, he felt like he wasn't worthy. He looked over to Vyna, realizing they were both in the same boat. He walked over to her and nudged her shoulder.
"Guess we'll find our dragons next Hatching," he said, putting on a smile for her benefit. He was thirteen Turns, too old to cry like a baby because dragons had passed him up. Publicly, at any rate. A visit to Grandma Vinnie would be in order later, though, for hugs and maybe some cookies.
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Post by turkoizdog on Nov 23, 2012 2:30:24 GMT -5
Meena was so anxious, she had to stop herself from bouncing up and down. She wanted the Gray! She wanted him! But he seemed to be waiting for something. As Meena noticed the Viridian get up and start looking, she wondered if that's what the Gray was waiting for. Maybe he wanted to be the last to impress. How sweet!
Meena watched as the Viridian passed, sniffing her, then moving on. She saw no reason why a Viridian would pick her. They always seemed so meticulous, and choosy. Then again, many dragons were.
When the Viridian Impressed Raksha, Meena looked back over at the Gray. All eyes were on him now, and that seemed to only make him more antsy. Meena straightened herself, trying to look... well, impressive. The Gray sniffed her, circled the girl next to her, then passed by, moving on to the boys.
Meena drooped. Would she never impress?
But then, the Gray returned. Maybe it just wanted to examine everyone before making a decision. She tried to make eye contact, smiling warmly. It must have worked, because the Gray approached her and curled itself around her.
Sorry, MeenaMine. Tredecimth picked you to curse. The sudden rush of thoughts and fears and emotion came, and Meena took a moment to adjust to it all. The poor dragonet thought it was cursed... he was filled with so much sadness, Meena couldn't help but feel protective over him. She wanted to make sure nothing bad ever happened to him, and that if anything, he experienced only happiness... she wanted him to be happy! He was so sweet, he certainly deserved it.
Cursed? You're not cursed, Tredecimth! I knew I wanted you from the moment I saw you hatch, and I'm so glad you're mine. Meena looked down at the dragonet, trying to reassure him. He didn't deserve any of this sadness. Sure he was late to hatch, but that wasn't bad.
I'm cursed, MeenaMine. I knocked down the tower, I was almost the last to hatch... I'm much too shy, and everyone was looking at me and I don't like it! Tredecimth lifted his head, large sad eyes looking up at Meena as he told her his depressing tale. Surely then, she would understand how bad he had it from the start.
But Meena realized there was no convincing the poor Gray that he wasn't cursed. She would just have to show him over the turns, prove it to him that by impressing to her, he was a really lucky dragonet.
Nothing is your fault, Tredecimth. You've only just been born! You have many turns to go. Now, let's go get you some food. I bet you're starving. Tredecimth nodded and almost smiled. He uncurled himself from Meena and together they walked over, Tredecimth hiding behind Meena as they approached the food area. Meena got a food bucket and turned to hand it to him, but he led her away from where the other dragons were. He didn't want them to pick on him, or for his bad luck to rub off on him. He was only the runt of the litter, after all.
Meena walked a bit away from the others, then set down the bucket. Come on, it won't be too bad to get to know your siblings a bit, will it? They're just as new to the world as you are.
But some of them are mean, and they'll pick on me because I'm cursed. I'm the runt. Meena sighed, and gave him a look, and he inched forward, sniffing the bucket of meat before looking up to Meena with sad eyes. Meena gave him a smile, and gestured for him to go ahead and eat, and he dunked his head in the bucket, devouring as much as he could. For such a small dragon, he had a rather large appetite.
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Post by kelsin on Nov 23, 2012 2:45:25 GMT -5
Not for the first time, Kelsira was starting to feel fidgety on the Sands. This clutch was a smallish one with only 13 eggs, and as always there were many more candidates than eggs. With each egg that hatched, she felt her hopes raise, only to watch the dragonets Impress to other candidates. Kelsira didn't begrudge the other candidates their happiness, but shardit she desperately wanted a dragon of her own.
Never the less, she smiled and clapped for each Impression, before scanning the clutch for the next egg to hatch. Kelsira was surprised to see that the only mauling thus far came from a Pink of all dragons. It seemed like she was more scared than angry, so she wasn't too worried that she would continue rampaging through the crowd. Kel chuckled as the dreamy Cyan seemed content to ponder her surroundings rather than Impress. The little Blue that hatched after her seemed to be determined to find his quickly. Not expecting him to cross over to the girls, Kelsira turned her attention elsewhere, not noticing that he had stopped in front of her until he spoke.
"We are complete, KelsiraMine. You and your Divith are whole at last."
Speechless, the tall girl dropped to her knees before her Divith. Gently she ran her hands over him, as if to convince herself that he was there and hers.
"Of course I'm here, where else would I be?" he replied, tilting his head curiously. "I could be no one else's, the two of us balance each other."
"Right you are Divith, lets see about getting you some food" she answered as she stood. Kelsira felt lighter than she had since she arrived at Dalibor. Grinning, she led her Blue off towards the other weyrlings, and the meat. Settling down, she pulled a bucket of meat towards her. Holding a piece of meat out to Divith, she gently encouraged him to chew and not swallow it whole.
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Post by Reky on Nov 23, 2012 10:34:07 GMT -5
Jarith, on her own ledge, perked up at Irith's voice. Ohhhh, IrithLoveMineLove! LOOOVE! Hey! Hey E'rinLove, and she swung her glittering nose around to shove it at E'rin's ribs. Irith says-- IRITH SAYSSSS that His doesn't want to sit with us becaaaauauusee ohhh BECAUSE of the PLAGUE and you're not s'posed to get sick! Yes! BUT HOW ARE YOU. YOU ARE SAD. She felt words poking at her from E'rin's head, but was satisfied with her own answer. She looked back over at Irith across the way.
HE IS SAD BUT YOURS SHOULD YES COME SEE HIM. I'M GOING TO MAKE E'RINLOVELOVE GO TO THE FEAST AND HAVE FUN! Bestfun! Yes! Yours too! Because E'rinLove is so sad and needs to not be sad. FUNS, Irith!
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Feoran was glad that there was a hatching to concern himself with. He made plans to take a go at the shifty wherhandler after it was all done, but he didn't really want his father to be around - because then it would be two against one and Feoran would surely make absolutely no progress. He watched the proceedings and was promptly drawn to the poor blue, who had been wandering around for quite some time without Impression. Was his human just not there at all? Did he not have one? All of the candidates looked adequate to Feoran. The blue passed by the candidates entirely and marched for the stands. Feoran frowned. What was he doing?
And then it hit him. Onth's voice, stern, commanding, and so vastly different from his own, came into his head like a solid wall and left him feeling disoriented. Why was the dragon talking to him? What was he supposed to do about it? Feoran had never thought dragons were in his future. His allergies were an obstacle that prevented it. Who would ever Search a kid who'd sneeze all over a dragon? So he knew no practical knowledge about it. All he knew about dragons came from records - and it was a great deal of knowledge, but no one ever told him what it was like to have another voice inside your head. Another soul in your heart. He swallowed.
Onth had called him Fe'an. Asked for food. Asked for him to come down there.
"Shards and shells," he whispered. He had not noticed it, but Onth's voice had startled him into standing up. R'fus looked up at him, confused.
"Th-that's my dragon," Fe'an choked.
"What? Yer dragon?" R'fus said. "Faranth be shiny. Kid -- what is it, F'ran now? Impressed without warnin'."
"Fe'an," he whispered.
"That ain't a real honorific," R'fus frowned.
Fe'an, stop standing around like a starstruck wherry. That is not going to get us anywhere! Ugh. And I'm hungry. It's frustrating - I can't lead when I'm hungry. It's distracting. Onth stared fiercely up at him from below. Get down here.
"But it is Fe'an," he whined to his father. "But I-- I have to go. Um." And almost panicked and definitely feeling a little sick from the euphoria, Fe'an ran his way down the stands, hopping from bench to bench. People leaned to the side to let him through, gawking at him. He snorked back a glob of allergy-snot.
Then, Onth was within his reach, and his hands came out to touch him. He stroked the baby blue's head and neck, smelled the earthy scent of fresh-dried egg goop on his hide, and gave more than a few mighty sneezes. Onth butted his head against his boy's legs and Fe'an, quite in shock, simply followed the mighty blue to the feeding pens.
Briefly, he remembered that he still needed to cuss at Kio, but he was too overwhelmed to give it much more thought than that. Everything else in Fe'an's head was raving about Onth. His dragon. His. How had that even happened? [/blockquote]
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Post by wild on Nov 23, 2012 16:14:32 GMT -5
The gray was moving ever closer, though at a slow pace, to the available candidates. In a matter of minutes this would all be over, and two new boys would walk away dragonriders. The gray paused, however, and Raksha got the indication he was waiting for the viridian to choose first. Well… that was polite, or was the little dragonet simply afraid of the larger sub-king? Raksha looked from one dragonet to the other, begging them to just choose already. “It’s okay,” she whispered to the little gray, trying to keep from casting nervous glances to the girl next to her whom was also looking to the gray as if he was her last hope. The gray stopped by them, sitting down; meanwhile the viridian was still standing there looking as egotistical as ever.
Then the viridian angrily made his way to the boys’ side, causing Raksha to turn her gaze away, and back to the little gray. “It’s alright,” she kept on encouraging him. She didn’t want to make the other girl angry, and have her think she was trying to take away her chance at impression, but… The gray was obviously just as nervous as they were, and he needed to be told it was okay, she felt. Then the viridian was looking over the three remaining girls, not that Raksha noticed, she was too busy attempting to soothe the shy gray.
The viridian soon made his way over, and Raksha was not at all sure why. Was he going to shove at them like the green had done? Raksha stared the dragonet down, not wanting to be a victim of the sub-king’s idea of a cruel joke. Raksha watched as he sniffed at Meena harmlessly, and then prodded at Vyna, seeming more curious than vicious, really. Well… maybe not as curious as he was judgmental. She stood up to her full height, making sure not to slouch as he circled her. She was proud to be here, she’d have him know. He could judge her all he liked; it would make no difference to her either way.
After circling her, as if giving a proper inspection, he then sniffed at her too, and moved on. Raksha watched him go, not having expected anything to come of his behaviour. He was a sub-king after all; she was just a teenaged-girl. With the way he was pacing, Raksha almost felt sorry for him. He clearly wanted to find His, and just had no idea whom His was. He was much like the gray, just… angry instead of sad. She caught the viridian’s eye, and she matched his gaze, still of the mind that she wasn’t about to get pushed around. He came closer, circling her as he’d done before. What was he doing?
He finally stopped. Raksha’s heart was pounding away, like it had been when the cyan had been so close. It seemed like ages until something finally happened. Then, a voice. His voice. She could finally hear a dragon’s voice! ~RakshaMine. Jedenath demands food, and you will get me what I want.~ The dragons voice was not near as loving as she’d always imagined. To tell the truth, it was a bit startling. The dragon’s cold voice was demanding. His authoritative-manner was lost on the newly-impressed. Really? Me? I mean… why? she sent to the viridian, entirely confused by the match-up. At the same time her shock was prolonging her natural reaction. ~There was no one else,~ he snapped at her, seeming irritated that she was asking questions after he had just demanded something of her. Was she daft? ~And no, I care not that you’re a girl. None of the boys were suitable, they were all weak, and the sick boy was an idiot for putting the rest at risk by bothering to come out onto the sands. I have chosen you. You’ll do. I won’t be kept waiting, now, feed me before I grow all the more impatient.~ Despite the dragon’s-as she’d thought many a time-egotistical nature, the viridian was hers. She placed a hand on his neck, studying him carefully. Not a single emotional other than anger could be felt by him-from the king.
In a quick motion the girl flung her arms about him, hugging him tight to her. He simply raised his head higher, moving ever so slightly forward so that she would get the hint. He tolerated her actions. Goodness knew she’d be the only one he’d ever tolerate such a thing from. She didn’t permit her hug to last too long, and soon she was wiping the tears from her cheeks with her sleeves. I’ve been waiting for this for such a long time, you have no idea! I just never expected you, I never expected this, Jedenath, she explained to the viridian. The dragon’s markings were beautiful. Raksha itched to draw him, barely able to handle the urge. Jedenath grunted his acknowledgement, following the girls lead, only because she knew the way. He was an important creature, and so the girl would have to learn the importance of pleasing him. He would give her solid direction, and she would follow it, for that was his will.
Raksha and Jedenath made their way to where the buckets of meat were. She took out a meat chunk, like she’d been told, and carefully fed it to him. The viridian snapped the meat up, not seeming too concerned about how violent he was being in doing so. Raksha narrowed her eyes scoldingly, not about to let the viridian take her fingers off. Jedenath, careful. She sounded much like a mother instructing her child. Jedenath flicked his tail dismissively at her, receiving the next piece of meat with a similar attitude. Raksha rolled her eyes at him. He was going to be a handful, but she was ready.
W’al called out to all of the new weyrlings, and informed them of the day’s schedule. The whole time Raksha was staring at the one unimpressed girl and the few boys. You’ll impress someday too, she thought to herself, forgetting that now someone else could hear her thoughts, and feel her emotions. Jedenath snorted at the His’ empathy. ~Such an emotion is wasted on them. They’re not what’s important.~ He didn’t bother telling her that he was what was important, seeing as he expected her to already know. Raksha was the type to catch on rather fast, and so she got an idea of what the viridian was hinting at. She looked upon him with a sour expression, continuing to feed the hungry king.
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Post by Lan on Nov 23, 2012 19:52:05 GMT -5
The next several events Hanei didn't follow. She focused more on keeping pressure on her wound and not letting any other dragonets near her to hurt her again. She missed the two greens that hatched, as well as the green and the cyan Impressing. The bronze's choice, too, was not noticed, except for the fact that he was no longer on the sands. Point in fact, she didn't pay much attention to the hatching until she heard an unfamiliar voice. Well, she didn't hear it so much as she was aware of it seeping into her consciousness. Peering up she saw the eyes of a moderately-sized green swirling the rainbow of Impression. Was this... her dragon?
Noveth is stuck with you now, HaneiMine. Your opinions are bad and too stable, I am going to teach you the value of change. Hanei grit her teeth and winced as a spurt of pain seared from her side.
"That's what you have to say to me? She grumbled. Noveth sat down and tilted her head to the side. "I'm injured and you're nitpicking about my opinions? You should be ashamed of yourself!" The green snubbed her, beginning to think once again that maybe she had picked the wrong rider. Ashamed? What do I have to be ashamed about?
"I'm your rider! You're supposed to help me!" Hanei felt tears pricking behind her eyes. She clenched her eyelids shut tight, but it was no use. The pain she could handle. But knowing that she had Impressed to a dragon that was uncertain about being with her? It was a new kind of pain that was tougher than any mauling she could have sustained. Noveth blinked at her, sensing the disturbance, and poked her nose in to sniff at the scratches on her side. You are bleeding... we should change that. She moved over to Hanei's side and the girl willingly leaned on her.
Together they moved to the side where Delilah was set up with her healing gear. Hanei tried to smile at her, but it was contorted as her side stretched and sent another pulse of pain along her torso. "Hi..." She began, but there was no other pleasantries that came to mind. Noveth's hunger as well as her own pain overwhelmed her. I am hungry... I should change that. Hanei felt the dragon move from her side and she instead collapsed onto Delilah, her breathing shallow to keep the scratches on her ribs from stretching. "I'm sorry..." She told the pinkrider, breathless.
Noveth, meanwhile, moved with her other siblings to eat meat from the pile. Her rider would change her injuries and Noveth would change the contents of her stomach and then they would get back to changing Hanei's attitude. Yes. This was a good plan. It was subject to change, though. She paused as an unfamiliar dragon contacted her. Her eyes swirled a curious green and she looked up at where the connection came from. Iron Hemetath. She blinked at him. Do you always speak that way? We shall have to change your absence later. Right now I must eat. As she finally found the pile of meat she gobbled down some gobblets and relayed to her rider. Iron Hemetath says hello. He says he and His are proud of you. Your sire, I guess? Have you always lived with them?
S'in watched the Viridian Impress to the girl with anger in his heart. It just wasn't right. How was it that she could Impress a sub-king against all odds when he, with all his determination and ambition, was snubbed by every king he had made contact with? She probably wasn't even leadership material. Kings at Dalibor tended to Impress to failures, it seemed. One even Impressed to a dumb, ten-turn-old boy, if his sources were correct. Nemeth followed his line of logic and her eyes swirled orange.
What's wrong with girls, S'in? S'in smirked over his shoulder at her.
Nothing, Nemeth. After all, you're a girl and you're fine. Nemeth was not at all placated by this, as she could sense S'in's hidden meaning. What? She wrinkled her nose at him and he turned back and ignored her.
We'll wait and see, Nemeth told him.
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Minute
Wingrider
minuct[M:-133]
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Post by Minute on Nov 24, 2012 20:50:24 GMT -5
His gaze was glued to the bronze. He watched its every move, attempted to push his mind out closer to him. When his gaze moved toward the boys a grin crossed his face. Yes, this was it. That wonderful dragon was going to come up and impress to him, there was no doubt in his mind. That dragon was his. He didn't have to worry about letting his father down, he was going to be king. His growing confidence told him that there was nothing anyone could do to change that. He didn't pay the hatching of two greens any notice. After all, he already knew who his dragon was and it certainly wasn't green. Why would they matter to him?
One of the greens went over to the girl, just as he had expected them to. It didn't matter to him when she turned around and headed toward the boys, she certainly couldn't be heading toward him. He did watch her out of the corner of his eye though, wanting to see which one of those unlucky boys would get stuck with her. The moment she looked at Kurosaki he turned his full attention back to the bronze, thinking that they had impressed. It was not until she had come over to him that he noticed her again. Kurin took a step back and tensed up when he saw her, looking her in the eyes. He figured that she was about to maul him. Well he wasn't about to let some little green get the better of him, he would never hear the end of it if he did.
But the teeth and claws did not come. Instead a voice entered his head, a distinctly feminine voice that immediately belonged, the voice of a being that was part of him. 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 and not harm. Do I make myself clear? He did not respond, instead choosing to stare. Kaheksath, his Kaheksath. She was everything he had ever dreamed of. Strong-willed, smart, powerful, all around amazing. She was a part of him that he couldn't live without, she was the thing that make him whole, she was the best dragon on all of pern, she was... green.
The reality of what had just happened hit him. He had impressed a green, he couldn't have impressed a green. His father would throw a fit, his image would be ruined, he would be disowned, he would be doomed to be a low rank for the rest of his life. Hearing his thought Kaheksath gave a snort and said, you are mine and that's that, it's not going to change. K'rin simply shook his head in denial and whispered, "no." His voice gained volume as he rather loudly exclaimed, "no!" He then took several steps back, attempting to escape the dragon he couldn't help but love.
Kaheksath shook her head and walked after him calling, don't be so immature. You know you wouldn't take anyone else, I am your dragon. Now come, feed me, and get over yourself.[/color][/i] K'rin did not listen but continued to retreat. His voice was practically screaming as he exclaimed, "no! Go find someone else to bond to, I am not a greenrider!" As he attempted to escape the dragonet he found himself by the feeding buckets without realizing it. Kaheksath did on the other hand and was currently giving the weyrlings her very best annoyed look.
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Post by kestrad on Nov 26, 2012 4:09:41 GMT -5
Aricelli watched the sad grey hatchling sit dejectedly, wondering at its gloominess. Moments later another egg cracked open and a black emerged, who immediately set forth to build a tower with abandoned shell pieces. The tower collapsed just as the grey crawled closer to watch, though, and the black hatchling moved confidently towards the candidates. Aricelli wondered who he would Impress. He approached the girls. Aricelli suddenly found herself holding her breath as he walked closer and closer to her.
It can't be me, she thought. She'd stood and been disappointed too many times--she was not going to hope, only to be disappointed again. She closed her eyes, not wanting to watch the hatchling pass her. It can't be me...
Come come, AricelliMine. We may have lost one creation, but there are many more things we can tinker with. You and your Neljath have a lot to do, oh yes.
Aricelli froze, cracking open an eyelid to see the black right before her. She grinned with delight as the words registered in her mind. And there was more flooding through her mind--curiosity, the desire to build something, inquisitiveness. It felt so right, like a piece of her had been missing all along and she had finally found it.
Hurry, AricelliMine, we have inventions to create. Neljath butted her lightly with his head, trying to convey his urgency. Every moment spent standing around was a moment he could be working on something new.
You are right, Neljath. But first, let's get you some food. Surely you must be hungry? Aricelli broke out of her stupor and made her way quickly over to the feeding buckets, followed by Neljath. She pushed one before him and he ate eagerly. Hunger distracted from creativity, after all.
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Lan
Weyrlingmaster
lanct[M:-1025]
Nomming ALL the kidpets!
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Post by Lan on Nov 26, 2012 23:22:38 GMT -5
With Callistath gone, Waroth's grumpiness regarding Kurosaki gurgled into a low growl. Her claws grasped the stone beneath her and her lips wrinkled all the way up to her nose in a terrifying snarl. Her mind picked out the boy's easily and a wave of dark disapproval was sent over their mental connection, a weight far greater than any words she could conjure. Yet she would not stop there; the red's ire was implacable and even if he recoiled she would find no appeasement. There was only retribution. No apologies could sway her. As the dark storm in her mind grew it stretched to some of the other individuals around, catching them in the cross-fire.
Get off the sands! Her mental voice hissed into Kurosaki's mind, harsh and unforgiving. You have no RIGHT to Stand when you can't even support your own, pathetic weight. How DARE you! Her muscles tensed as she crouched, poise to go and drag the creature off the sands with her own claws if she had to.
Nimara, sensing the disturbence only a little bit late, mentally scorned her dragon. Waroth hissed, but Nimara held firm. What's done is done. Tell him to get to the Infirmary and stay there. The red grumbled, but conceded. Fine.
Waroth addressed Kurosaki again, this time in a (somewhat) gentler tone. Get to a healer, kidpet. Do not return to the Barracks until you are told.
Nimara sighed and gave a tired smile to R'len. Her eyes then turned to the candidates that had Impressed and she beamed with happiness for all of them. Raksha deserved a bit of happiness and she was glad for Meena's kind temperament to be so well-placed as with the gray. Hermodris was a surprise, but not an unwelcomed one. The girl was strong and stubborn--more than a match for any bronze. She wished them all the best, each and every one. They held the future and hope of the Weyr in their fresh faces.
Irith trilled in response to Jarith, passing on the message to A'lan. The healer climbed aboard his rainbowwhite and directed him to take him to the entrance to the Lower Caverns. He would make a detour to thoroughly disinfect himself (again) before continuing to the Feast.. Whilst flying overhead Irith bugled happily at his BestFriendLoveJarith. Oh lady Jarith of the sparkling hide! How magnificent you look today! You look magnificent every day, of course, for you are always shining and lovely! Clearly you are the prettiest dragon in all of Pern! OH. I MUST TELL YOU. Mine shall meet yours at the Feast, yes? He's making a pitstop first, but HE WILL BE THERE. We should be TOGETHER while A'lanMine and E'rinYours are at the Feast! We can watch Rukbat set! OH IT WOULD BE SO PRETTY REFLECTED IN YOUR HIDE, JARITHMINEOWNBESTFRIENDLOVE! Would you like to watch Rukbat set with me? Oh please, oh please?! It would be SO MUCH FUN.
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Chek
Weyrlingmaster
chekct[M:-15]
I'm so magical I vomit rainbows
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Post by Chek on Nov 27, 2012 17:06:44 GMT -5
H’mod let her brother and Taza be for a moment, letting them get their bearings back – it was quite a shock, admittedly, though H’mod hadn’t actually realized that Taza hadn’t noticed her wandering around and doing chores and so forth – she wasn’t exactly, well, discreet about it. Either way, she let them have their moment while she kept the meat rolling down Drieth’s throat.
You’ve got a little blood on your face, H’mod, please wipe it off before the Weyrlingmaster looks this way? I’d best get this blood off my own face before someone looks over here and takes us for a pair of feral barbarians. He dipped his head a little as H’mod wiped her face, hiding himself enough that he could discreetly lick most of the blood away, though he didn’t quite get it all.
H’mod tenderly got the spots he missed, and the little bronze tucked his head under her arm in open affection, Who are these others with my Samputh and Cincith? Important people to you, it seems.
“Yep, these are my sibs. Cal, he’s my brother. Taza is his wife. Siblings, this is Drieth; I’m H’mod now, so you know.” She motioned to each party in turn, and nodded to their dragons as well, “Cal, I just want to tell you: I grew up with you, not even name swapping and terrible disguises could make me not recognize you. Taza, it’s good to see you again, congratulations on Impressing!”
She settled back on her heels, business done as far as she was concerned – her own blasé attitude towards the shade of her new partner and the name change should hopefully get them settled on the matter right quick…except for, well… “I’m not sure who all realizes this is anything fancy; I stood with the boys, and I’m pretty sure at least half the people I’ve met since coming here think I’m a boy. So, if you could, you know, not fuss…?”
Drieth nosed out of his rider’s loose embrace enough to look at them both, We would like to avoid…any unpleasantness until after we are well and truly settled. Also, it is nice to meet you both; Samputh, Cincith, I am well pleased to see you both Impressed successfully, and to have made the excellent choice of Impressing relatives of my own H’mod. Excellent[/i[ choices.
While Drieth spoke, H’mod tracked the last few Weyrlings and dragons straggling in off the sands, running an apprasing eye over the two girls to join them accompanied by a viridian and a gray, respectively. Browns had a precedent for Impressing women, but viridian was new – but then, as a color, so were they. Who was she to judge, after all.
Drieth, however, had commentary on the matter, laying down and stifling a yawn against her thigh, And my brother doesn’t even have the decency to elide his rider’s name. Who is she?
Raksha, she murmured silently back to him gaze being drawn to W’al as he addressed the class, nodding along as he spoke – a private feast was unusual, from what she understood, but…there was a plague on. Was the class going to be quarantied?
Drieth, yawning again, was still going – H’mod has missed some of what he was saying, …should be going by…R’ha? R’ak? Actually, this is a lot harder to figure out when it’s not you, my H’mod. What do you suggest? I should probably speak to Jedenath about the matter.
She stroked his soft head, running her hands over his headknobs, Leave it, sweetheart. A brown Impressed a girl in the last clutch and didn’t give her an honorific, from what I understand. I don’t think any brownriding woman has an honorific, actually. We’d have to ask.
Hm... Drieth replied, humming out loud…which devolved into another wide yawn.
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