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Post by ambeth on Jan 8, 2013 14:08:45 GMT -5
Anya had moved to a place near the front of the group of female candidates just as the Pink was reacting as if she saw her rider. For a moment her heart skipped a beat as the Pick jumped off Q'sis' arm and moved into the crowd, but no she went to another girl that she recognized from lessons. One who's name was similar to her own. Oh the joy to come. Hopefully if she impressed her dragon's name would be different to the Pink that Lyna had impressed. She forced a smile onto her lips at the girl and then watched as the pair went to the food. With a sigh she turned back just in time to watch the Cyan take matters into her own hands and swat at an egg only to find herself smacking a Blue in the face. She giggled softly at this knowing something similar. There was a short stand off and then the Blue, well he spoke to her? No that wasn't right? Blue went to boys, she looked around and saw that others looked confused as well so he must have spoken to all of them. Okay well what a sweetie. She thought to herself as she watched him make his way out of his shell.
Wait what was this? Her eyes left the Blue and thus missed his bow to the boys and went back to the Cyan where she stood ready to break open two more eggs, but one seemed a step ahead of her and had a tail hanging out the back and then the open made a move at the same and chomped down of the Cyan's paw. This caused Anya to laugh probably louder then she should have. She had no idea why she had the giggles today, but something about all of this was amusing her more then things normally did. What struck her tho was the fact that the mouth belonged to another Pink. Well this was interesting. So two pinks, a cyan, a blue, and a green so far. Not bad for two tans. At least not from what she understood. She stood there thinking about her lessons and not really paying attention to the hatching are the sand beneath her feet for that matter.
It was shifting and caused her to fall sideways some bumping into the Blue dragonette that she hadn't seen come into the group of females. She frowned. "Oh I'm sorry little one. I didn't mean to bump into you." She told him as she did her best to set him right and get back to her feet. She'd missed the Cyan bonding, but a quick look showed she had bonded to a boy. And they left the Pink and the Green partially out of their eggs. She wanted to help, but had been warned about interfering. The candidate master would kill her if she did as would the mother's wouldn't they? She hesitated for a moment and looked at the partially hatching eggs. She would give then a bit more time, but she did try sending helpful thoughts out to them.
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Post by kein on Jan 8, 2013 14:53:30 GMT -5
Aysha followed with her bright eyes as one of the baby dragons did her best to help the other siblings free from their shells. To the outside world, to everyone else, she was that same stoic, grumpy, steady little person made of skinny muscle and attitude, frowning and pressing her fists on her sides, never relaxing.
But on the inside she felt like crying out loud for being so frustrated. That was what this was? Literally just standing there until the dragons chose? That's it? Nothing for her to do, nothing to make her own fate, her destiny?
No. That was not how she would be chosen. She would not be waiting for things to happen, she had never done so. Impatiently, even, she rocked on her toes a bit, aching to move, to do something, to get her own slice of destiny by... doing what? Her eyes rested on the pink trying to free other dragonets.
...Could she? She could. Would she?
It was no question for her, not for long, anyway. She took a few bold steps to the midst of the eggs and left the group without so much as a look behind her, hands solid fists still, but even that was a fleeting moment when her edges melted from looking at the eggs and the shells and the dragonets.
She looked at no human from that point onward, didn't care what they thought. As long as they didn't try to stop her. She saw only the eggs and baby dragons, one of which might be hers. When the rest of one's life was going to be dictated by the next moment, what choice did one have but to do her best to see the outcome was a favorable one?
She kneeled in front of one of the eggs that had not hatched yet. And, gently, laid a hand on it, then another. It trembled under her touch. So she hesitated one moment longer, before, as per usual, risking everything for her own stubbornity. She smashed the shell, did her very best to help the little one captivated inside it free. Maybe this one would be hers. And if it wouldn't be... Then she would keep going, from egg to egg until hers would be there, beside her, until it would be free to bond with her. Until they both would be free. "Let me help..." she muttered, even her fear of the unknown and the unfamiliar drowning in the determination.
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Post by kireon on Jan 8, 2013 15:56:13 GMT -5
Willow practically fainted when an unfamiliar voice thundered in her ears. Her hands went numb, dropping the robes on the floor as she squeaked, clumsily scrambling to get them off before they wrinkled or dirtied. Dragonriders couldn't spy on candidates or see through their eyes with their dragons, could they? She glanced about and shut her eyes, stripping down as she'd been coached to do and fumbled with the pristine white robe tailored specifically for that purpose. She peeked, and loosed a whimper of distress.
The robe was on backwards, and she had to fix it or risk angering everyone, not to mention putting shame to her family, and especially to Girieth and F'reki.
The thought of causing such humiliation and disgrace was enough to bring tears to her eyes as she fought to turn the thing around, stumbling about until she got it just right and her arms through the proper holes. Securing it with the cord around her waist- loosely tied, that way the garment could still look bigger than she felt it was, Willow tied her hair back, quickly braiding it on the run as her sandaled feet slapped against stone. Heat from the sands, the bone rattling hum sank through her and became one with the rapid pounding of her heart and she bowed a little too deeply, nearly spilling herself face first on to the sands as a result. "T-Thank you very much for allowing me to stand here on this day, I h-hope to be worthy of th-this honor."
Her greeting to the mothers, and their riders, now completed, the small young woman quickly shrank back towards the very edge of the crowd growing on the stands. Maybe, just maybe, if she stood very still and quiet, they wouldn't notice that she was there and thus nothing bad would happen. Surely, if she were quiet and well behaved, she would be alright and she wouldn't do anything to upset the riders, the other candidates and the mothers, or the infant dragons for that matter. With a pink and a cyan already Impressed, and a blue, green and another pink out on the sands, Willow swallowed hard, face pale, hands shaking and dark eyes wide and waited for whatever destiny would hold for the Candidate.
And for herself as well.
She visibly flinched at the sound of the dragonet's voice in her head, looking wildly about for the origin, and stared at the little blue looking directly at the side she was standing in. Oh no. She'd done something wrong, and he was so upset he wanted to cry because of it. Do I apologize? Do I say nothing? Oh Faranth, I am not prepared for this. Swallowing hard, Willow's shoulders hunched about her ears, and the girl tried to make herself as small as possible and as unseen as she could. Maybe if she did that, the dragonet wouldn't be so sad.
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Kaedorin sauntered on to the sands, hat on his head and missing his guitar. He knew it'd be better to leave it behind, back in its case, stored beneath his cot like it was sleeping in his place. He didn't want his baby to get annihilated by some cranky baby dragon, or by one of the riders, or even by the mothers of the two. His hat matched the rest of the candidate clothing; white, durable and with a rope as a decoration around it. Once at his appropriate place, the curly haired youth removed the hat with a flourish, accompanying the motion with a sweeping bow to Unath and Mith, as well as their riders. "Thanks for the honor, this is pretty awesome." Valha in particular had a wink sent in her direction, as well as his good-ol'-boy smile, but Q'sis got a nod that could be seen as respectful as well- after he'd gotten done with the minorly flirty thing with the lady, of course.
Ladies first, after all.
He grinned, liking the antics going on with the dragons, and by the looks of things, the party was just getting started. Let's have a memorable one, I want something to sing about for more sevendays to come than I wanna think about. It was startling, sure, to hear a dragonet's voice in his head, sarcastic as it seemed to be and judgemental at that. What a jerk, little bro needed to chill a while and relax, life was good when you took it easy and took some time to appreciate the better things in life.
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Sian had a plan, Raxeris reassured himself grimly as he caught wind of the commotion, the familiar sound of humming throbbing in the air and widespread chaos. They'd gone over it in private, as they always had, and though he had a feeling his adopted brother was displeased, he didn't regret coming in the least.
Of course, Rax didn't particularly like the plan, as it involved resuming some of the particularly disquieting parts of Sian's personality that had taken a good deal of time, effort and more than a few fist fights to get past. And for innocents who were not involved to suffer as the result... well, it sat poorly with him, to say the least.
But it would sit worse with Sian, the guilt would probably be eating him alive as each carefully measured step in the plan, in the lad's defenses rose layer by layer to block his heart, and thus his mind and spirit, from bonding to another.
He'd gone to some of the hatchings his brother had stood for back at Igen, but this, this was different. With his little brother, there was nothing much to worry about, the boy could take care of himself as far as he was concerned- he was smart, had taken after the best of both parents without inheriting too much of a vice. He'd have to remember to tell Saxeris to cool it on the teasing of the women, if and when Sian would return some day, or Sian would likely beat him within an inch of his life in the mood the young man tended to get into when it came to young men teasing women in a manner he found disrespectful and inappropriate.
Blue eyes fell on the two presiding over this hatching, the twin tans' riders. One, the woman, was pleasant to look at, had a look about her that made him suspect she'd very likely be the type Sian would find appealing. The other was unmistakeable, if only because he'd had to listen to more than a candlemark of tirades, in addition to the messages sent to him from Sian himself about the individual in question. You had best not have a knife on you, Sian, or so help me I will risk evisceration just to throttle you myself. He thought, forcing himself to release the grip on the stone.
Just get through the hatching without pissing anyone off or Impressing, that was Sian's one task he had assigned to him. Raxeris had all the faith in the world that it would turn out alright, that everything would go as planned. They had accounted for errors this time, had thoroughly discussed the best and worst case scenarios.
Everything would be alright.
Everything would be-
"The ever-blasting sharding Between is that fool doing?!" Raxeris exploded at the site of a candidate just doing as she pleased and breaking into an egg. "Candidatemasters, attend!" He shouted towards the three gathered, Nimara, Jazz and a man who glanced up immediately, his warm complexion immediately pale as he caught sight of the events taking place. Shells, didn't this place teach their Candidates anything?
Rax whirled, looking back towards the sands. This was not part of the plan, and if one small thing was happening, or big in this case- there would surely be disaster to follow, it was a chain reaction, so to speak.
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A shout from just down the Stands caught Yuri's attention just as one of the white robed figures struck one of the eggs. "Yusk. Stay." Yuri ordered sharply, noticing the green wher's eyes whirl red as she caught her handler's distress and rose to her feet, freezing at the command. With a gurgling whine, Yusk slunk back down, belly-crawling to be closer to Jazz. Jazz wouldn't be mean to poor Yusk that way. "I'll head for the sands, I don't see Q'sis' response to this being anywhere close to favorable."
If any of the dragonets were damaged by the girl's attempt at being helpful- a shredded wing, sharp shell piercing an eye, or even the worst case scenario and actually impaling and fatally injuring one- there would be no help they could give the girl. Best intentions, just try and think positively, she had the best of intentions. Might have been a little overexcited... Yuri vaulted the last handful of steps, surprisingly quick and nimble on his feet, crouched to absorb the impact and jogged in a hurry, expression torn between thunderous anger and worry that caused his face to flush with color, and pale only moments later.
It might be time to really ensure that every Candidate genuinely proved they understood the proper Hatching protocol before they were allowed to Stand, rather than giving them the benefit of the doubt.
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Post by Ondine on Jan 8, 2013 16:02:00 GMT -5
Shino was hardly going to miss this hatching. She'd missed the last one because she was in the infirmary with the plague, but this time, there was nothing holding her back from attending. Apart from still being weaker than she had been. But she wasn't going to let that stop her from walking to the hatching sands, taking her place up in the sands. Peixes came with her, of course, because the little Copper didn't let the human out of her sight. Never. Posessions should stay close to their owner, and the little girl that was so perfect for her was also just the right thing to show herself off at all times.
Clever, as well, to be taken care of by the other human that was getting so much attention. Got them attention as well, and Peixes basked in it. Now, she was perched upon Shino's shoulder, held just so, her little eyes fixed on everyone that moved around her. Her little human still needed to learn her rightful place in society, but that was a much longer-term plan. Shino clutched the Wher doll that had been made for her as a gift while she lay sick, reassuring herself amongst all the people, as she scurried to a seat near the front. She wouldn't be able to see very well if there was anyone in the way, after all.
They weren't as awesome as whers, but dragonets were still pretty. Plus, they combined just enough of the intelligence one thought of other humans, with still being a kind of animal...yeah, the little apprentice liked them a lot. She just wouldn't ever want to ride one. She looked down excitedly, watching the candidates, although three of them didn't really seem to know what they were doing. Weren't they supposed to be off to the sides with the rest of their gender? Ah well. With two Tans for mothers, hopefully this wouldn't be a terribly bloody affair.
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Z'an stepped down to the stands from Akanith, and the Iron winged upwards to settle into his own spot. The Weyrleader had come as quickly as he could, given that he had been in the middle of a sea of paperwork. Being Wingleader and Weyrleader tended to be a drain on one's time, but at least things had finally started to look up. Plague was gone, for instance, and most of the other Holds and Weyrs had been kind enough to allow them special searchrights during that time. Those were gone, but they'd still gotten some candidates out of it.
Including, as he looked below, the cousin of Lady Samara. From Crescent, of course, but he had heard a little bit of that. Three of them, on the backs of Dilath. Who...well, he wouldn't have considered the Pink a searchrider, so it would be interesting to see if any of them impressed or this was a three year waste of their talents back at Crescent. Also interesting was the brief scuffle between the three of them, that ended with them all between the girls and boys.
Now...why would they put themselves there? On one hand...there was less of a chance of angering the mothers, since they were Unath and Mith. On the other...well, if they were trying to get the attention of the hatchlings, then it was a great place. In practice though, if you were meant for a dragon, it didn't matter where you hid in those gaggles of candidates. They'd come and find you. He wondered if anyone had ever told them that, or about the tales of impressions from the stands. Surely someone had. Well...this hatching might become interesting very quickly. Just hopefully interesting in the way that didn't lead to blood upon the sands...or the first deaths caused by dragon claws upon Dalibor sands. And, with hope, no dragons that found the cold void of Between.
Although, the candidate that had just run into one of the piles of eggs and was now intent on...oh shards, no. On getting herself killed, apparently. The Weyrleader stood up, immediately wishing that he had a flitter of some kind, and gave the girl a rock hard stare. She was smashing eggs in? A moment later, and Akanith reached out without even the behest of his rider, Girl, move away from the eggs, and do not touch them. You will harm the dragonet inside, and another may harm you in return. The King gathered himself up, ordinarily green eyes now turning orange, and then to red as he stared at the foolish candidate. There would be long talks with candidates after this.
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Post by Lan on Jan 8, 2013 16:15:13 GMT -5
There were a couple of disturbances on the sands that caught Nimara's eye and her concern. First, two of her male candidates (she recognized as being roommates) appeared as if they were about to fight. Fortunately, though, it seemed to settle itself out and it allowed her to breathe again. Enyo had appeared at her shoulder--the green had never strayed very far since the day Nimara got the grave news from home--and the Candidatemaster stroked her chin passively. If that was the worst thing to happen at the hatching, she would consider it having gone well. At the very least Unath and Mith seemed to be gentle giants and would not take personal squabbles between candidates as an insult.
Of course, she hadn't been expecting Aysha's tirade...
As soon as the girl walked up to the egg Nimara was on edge. She stood from where she had been sitting, the green flit on her shoulder picking up on her anticipation as well. Then, suddenly, it happened. The shattering of the egg beneath the girl's hands shattered equally the wall that the Candidatemaster had been previously hiding herself behind. Purpose filled the redhead again and for the first time in a long time her face emoted something that was not even partially fake. This had to stop. This had to end. She would not allow her candidate to behave in such a destructive fashion any longer. "We need to get her away from the eggs," her voice, dark and dangerous, was nonetheless level as she spoke to her fellow Masters. She looked to Yuri, the fastest, and gestured to him to meet her down at the sands.
A thought to Enyo and the green flew up and betweened to burst forth down near the eggs. With a horrible screech she descended upon Aysha, flashing her wings wide open in front of the girl's face to momentarily distract her from her sordid task. Then, in the blink of an eye, she rounded to behind the girl and with her tiny claws tugged backward on the girl's hair. All the while she squawked at the girl, reprehending her actions. This was not the thing to do! This was wrong! Enyo would not tolerate those who behaved in such a terrible manner!
In the stands Nimara turned her attentions from Enyo to Jasmine, her eyes pleading with the yellowrider to use the dragon at her disposal to communicate with the clutchmothers or anyone down below. This was not a time to bring Waroth in... not yet. She would let the red sleep and let the calmer dragons do the talking for her.
Down in the sands, Kaihekoa was doing his best to remain calm and collected. Of course, it was a battle he was destined to lose. Sian's apology did a bit to soothe Kai's nerves, but the approach of the blue still startled him. He gripped Iroh's hand more tightly, then checked himself and forced himself to relax. It was the dragonet's voice that surprised him. First of all, that the unbonded creature could speak was a wonder in itself. Second, it seemed to have pity for them. He could feel the blue's warm mind touching his, sending shivers up his spine. Yet, for all the discomfort, it softened the woodcrafter. His hatred towards Ondine and Dilath lessened some as an understanding swept over him like a warm blanket. These hatchlings were just like them. They had dreams and thoughts and ideas just like anyone else. Only, these dragons had to bond to humans to survive. In that moment, Kaihekoa felt something other than disdain for these beasts. He felt compassion. He felt... bad for them.
The first two dragons Impressed to others, although the nervousness Kaihekoa felt did not lessen. There were too many still left and not a whole lot of candidates on the sands. Doing the math and his face forming into a sorrowful scowl, he was almost resigned to his fate. There was no hope for them... not for any of them. Fortunately (or maybe not so fortunately) there was a commotion on the sands that distracted Kai from his pity party. A girl was... smashing the eggs? He was pretty sure that wasn't allowed. Glancing around, he looked for someone to come running down to stop her from her obvious insanity. It wasn't his place to stop her, he knew. His place was next to Irohvyne and Sian... the other candidates were of little concern.
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Post by Boo on Jan 8, 2013 16:25:05 GMT -5
Like a good harper, Naanell had run her way to the hatching sands as soon as the humming had started and taken up a position near a green rider and an older male. She sat there, hide in hand and Naanesk beside her performing squats on his hind legs, moving his wings to keep himself balanced. Naanell had thought of requesting a routine for the wher but simply hadn't found the time. Perhaps she would have to develop one they might both be able to do. 1, 3, 4, 2. He was still learning how to count properly but he was getting closer. As he tried to teach her how to be a stronger person, she tried to teach him how he could make his mind stronger. Watching the fact that the hatching had already started with blood, Naanell began humming a few refrains and then wrote the notes down but paused when she heard a comment from the green rider.
A ballad? Naanell frowned with curiosity and then took in the badges on the man's sleeve. He was a master harper! The master harper who had come to Dalibor. Thank Faranth her studies were saved. Pausing and wondering whether now was appropriate, Naanell continued watching the hatching for a while longer, not really seeing. Finally she climbed over to the row in front and sat beside the other harper. "Excuse me, sorry to intrude, but I heard you say something... Are you the new master harper?" She asked of Naras.
Of course, she would seek him out after this but what better moment than to introduce herself to him now.
"What the-" Rayna, even in her outrage, managed to refrain from cursing and looked around at some of the other spectators. She pushed the thoughts from her mind and calmed herself, removing her own emotions from the moment. She remembered Callistath's first hatching when people had invaded the sands. The one where she had met Couineth. The Weyrwoman looked over at the candidate masters. The woman was already standing, hands on her hips as she took in the candidate smashing eggs praying that Q'sis didn't have his knife on him. It was bad enough that girl was standing in the middle with two boys and had caused a commotion for most of the beginning of the hatching but this? If the squabbling in the middle could have caused the dragonets to be confused this was even worse.
The woman stalked her way over to the candidate masters and was satisfied to notice a green firelizard on the sands, trying to stop the girl who was amongst the eggs. This was not the fault of the candidate masters, these people were not even from their Weyr most of them. The plague was inconvenient enough but did the other Weyrs not even teach their candidates, holders and others hatching conventions? Probably from Fort, she thought dully. "Who searched those ones?" She demanded of the four candidates who were marring this occasion with their actions, gesturing to them.
They're stealing even more of my attention. This is just the worst hatching ever. Yet Rayna could feel some moral outrage from Couineth at the actions of the female and a low rumbling growl could be heard from the heights.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jan 8, 2013 16:36:21 GMT -5
Oh it is not what you think, dear, the blue crooned to Frayya (and after a second thought, to Willow too), then expanded his voice again. To everyone, again. You are just all so beautiful. I am so blessed to live in this beautiful time, with you. Warm as homemade soup, he caressed the hundreds of minds around him. His saunter among the female Candidates halted as one of them tripped on to him, and he trembled momentarily, but picked himself up. Think nothing of it! he repeated, this time to Anya, but he did shuffle away from her with some haste after. The light pawmark under his left eye oozed sticky green tears. "What is that racket?" Q'sis muttered, watching the close and out-of-order association of Sian, another boy, and the Lady Irohvyne. Irohvyne did not look especially pleased to be rung in with the lads, but she did not leave either. He could fix that. "Wait here," he told Samael, cupping the back of her head in his hand before he started toward the trio. Unath swung her head toward him, gawping in delight. She was very excited that everyone else was excited, though she was not too clear why. But suffice to say she was perhaps the happiest girl in the world. Q'sis caught her blank green eye, and stopped. He glanced at Irohvyne, in her special-make robe, and smirked. It was a dragon's claw that stripped the young woman from her assumed place of honor. A dragon's claw attached to a deep gray-brown dragon's arm, a giant hand that reached over the eggs and clutched around her middle, then tore her away from her bodyguards. But as Unath's limb rose, flecks of sand dripping off her talons, Q'sis saw something else. A girl he knew even better than Irohvyne, for it was by their flaws he categorized most women. This one had worn knives to her Touching. She had a scar she wouldn't talk about. She had the dusky skin of his own Holdless kind. And now, under his eye, she approached the bloodstone, the great red egg closest to the Candidates. And smashed the shell. Unath went still as a statue, her captive high in the air and left to rot as her rider dashed across the sands, jacket flying back to expose the red lashes on his sides, and the hilt of the giant Igen knife lashed to his belt. He did not look down. He knew by heart where all his eggs were, even since their last forced migration at the hands of their dimwit mothers. Yet something got under him, and on one step he fell into the fiery ground. He got onto his feet quick enough to save his skin, but not to prevent what happened then. Oh hello. Hello there! the blue hatchling called as he skittered up to Aysha, out of breath and now limping just slightly. He'd nearly been crushed, you see. And he was shaking, but still a spring of loving heat towards the wandering girl. What say you and I find a more comfortable spot, yes? I am Altaith, my love, and I am yours. But... he looked at the red egg, which had gone completely still after Aysha busted the gap in its shell. Then he looked back at Q'sis, who started staggering their way. And finally he considered the screaming firelizard whizzing about their heads like a demented kite. Best to leave now I think. My love. This crowd has become pressing. I am your servant of course. Your window. But, quickly![/color] Blue Altaith, Impressed to Aysha [/color][/center] Appearance: 33 feet. Smooth and skinny, his ridges are barely pronounced, and instead slink along his brow and neck like gentle waves of water. His headknobs are barely more than tapered tabs of bone slipping out at the back of his skull. His snout is a little thick, and raised, and his joints push out against his skin in articulate masses. His muscle isn't nearly as proud as his bone, and runs muted under his bluebell skin. His small wings make him less capable of doubling in size as other dragons do when they take flight, but he's already at admirable length for a blue. (c4d5f9)
Personality: It's no good if you don't enjoy yourself. A dragon of luxury, a personable fellow who doesn't bat an eye at the usual restrictions of his kind's communication. Every mind is a new dish, every reply to him to be savored. He will interact with whomever he pleases. You might find him joining your conversations even if he's across the Weyr from you. But be wary: Altaith lacks strength under fire. Just a little fear or suffering, and he collapses into a gibbering mess. Oh he might still be talking to anyone that crosses his path, but he'll make less sense than a wher in heat. He's a gentleman of the highest order, and unfortunately that ideal doesn't often fare well under the constraints of reality. He's socially passionate, but larger issues and concerns are not outside his interest either. He just doesn't talk about those so much. They don't make for good gossip. Q'sis made it to Aysha's side. And little Altaith's side, for they were now one. He looked down into the gap in the unmoving egg. It was dark. "I do not know your intentions," he said. "But leave now. Do not let me see you till you are a rider again." He held out his arm toward the feeding pit. His knife hung on the same side, but his eyes had dulled with the futility of any other gesture. She was a bluerider. She was in the family. And unlike some traders, Q'sis did not betray his kin no matter their sins. He lingered by the red egg till Aysha and her hatchling had gone. Something plump and green oozed up to his leg, put her claws up against his knee, and dragged down. He looked down at the tiny dragonet and the tears in the new black cloth, then smiled. "It's all scar anyway." The green yawned hugely at him. She got to her feet, which looked like narrow spokes jutting from her oddly rounded body. With a springy trot she took off toward the Candidates, only to get a few feet within range and fall down on her side. There she grabbed her tasty hind foot and licked it furiously, all while watching the lot of them through half-lidded yellow eyes. She did not question herself like Charth, nor the world like Eidukth. She certainly did not concern herself with people like Altaith. She was her own creature. She just needed one of them to help her get along for a while. She would make him love her quite easily, rope him along. He would be hers. Her dark blue tongue flupped out of her lips after the self-grooming was done, and her eyelids flexed wider. And wider. In a trance she took stock of all these lads, her foot still firmly grasped by her front paws. Rainbows traversed her facets, and her eyes started to glow brighter than any of the baskets gathered on the walls. Then the light quit out and she stretched her arms and legs and wings in all opposite directions, rolling a bit more on her back. Come get me Kae'n, she called to the lucky lad with the hat. If you feed Toonooth, she will love you forever.Green Toonooth, Impressed to Kae'n [/color][/center] Appearance: 27 feet. Festively plump. She's no legendary Pudgeth, but she's rounder on the elbows than most greens. Her neck is short, her ridges stubby and round. She's a dragon with a blunt snout and short, wide wings. At the base of her tail, the resuming ridging flows tall and spindly, then shortens toward her spade-shaped flukes. The part of her face that isn't mouth seems to be overtaken by her eyes. Her headknobs point out behind her skull: long, a little crinkly, and seemingly fragile. (7c917b)
Personality: Toonooth might be affectionate sometimes, but she doesn't NEEDS YOU. She likes to look striking (in conjunction with her rider- that means Kae'n's fashion has to suit her). But let's get back to that not-needing-you part: she's Miss Independent. She does what she wants, and she's not by any definition a team player, not even with her own bonded. She prefers to assist others in an observatory capacity ("oh look, a boy is drowning in the river. Why don't you go help him"). Don't confuse this with defiance: she'll work when she HAS to, but she'll do every subtle thing she can to avoid extra chores. Being a tomcat (tomboycat?), she's a bit wary of dragons that don't give her SPACE. She might take offense to particular dragons (generally other females and other greens especially) that she feels threaten her completely unspoken supremacy. A couple more things: she's very intellectual when she chooses to exercise her brain, but prefers to ponder alone, even without Kae'n. Does Toonooth even love her own, or is Kae'n just a glorified servant? Sometimes it's hard to tell.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Jan 8, 2013 16:52:20 GMT -5
Ambrith, naturally, as the proud papa, was among the first dragons to arrive. It took Day'ar somewhat longer, and Ambrith remained silently watchful until his rider at long last presented itself. Then he resolutely remained silent awhile longer while Day'ar gawped at the already-chaotic scene on the sands, and headed into the stands with G'dan.
Then, at last, the viridian spoke.
I think the pink one is mine. Isn't she pretty? And very clever, too. Very eager to begin. I don't think it was entirely wise of her to hatch without any Candidates, she could have died, but she will learn better. Those are her clawmarks on Him.[/i] And he was obviously quite proud of this fact. Ambrith did not like Q'sis. Ambrith thought Q'sis was wrong. The cyan is acceptable. I haven't decided yet whether she is mine.[/i]
"He's doing the commentary again," Day'ar whispered to G'dan. Oh, shards. The memories.
That blue is not mine![/i] Ambrith was very sure on this point. He utterly disdained dragons who made a habit of speaking to humans who were not Theirs. Altaith might have a pleasant personality, but he had already committed a sin, and was dismissed for it. The green might be. I haven't decided. She feels silly.[/i]
He knew their names, of course, with a dragon's instinct. The names were underneath the colors, somehow; he only used the colors so Day'ar would know which he was talking about, and he watched expectantly for more of his babies, and more of hers. Knowing precious little about dragon genetics, he said, If the little king lives, he will be mine.[/i] Assuming it was a little king; it was the right-sized egg, but maybe it was a giant tan which Ambrith would thus instantly disown.
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By the time Weslieth had cleared his mental throat and started to warn Aysha off, she had Impressed. Oh! Well, that made him happy. And now she would be safely on her way and there was no need to be horrified.
He did make a point of saying to the remaining Candidates, Do NOT approach the eggs unless the dragonet inside calls to you.[/i] It was dangerous, and should not be done.
Jazz relaxed slightly, but she murmured to Nimara, "We're going to have to stress some things a lot more in the future."
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Post by ambeth on Jan 8, 2013 17:01:39 GMT -5
She had been watching the green and the pink babies as they sat in their eggs. She was still not being herself and was sending happy and encouraging thoughts to the pair, when suddenly a girl from near her took off running into the area with the eggs, what on Pern was she doing? Maybe she was going to help the two babies who's eggs had been forced open by the appearance of the Cyan. So it was this thought that kept her from running after her to try and stop her, but then something happened that made her wish beyond wishes that she had gone to stop her. Because the girl was smashing an egg. Smashing open an egg. "No!" She called out, but found herself frozen and unable to do anything. Others were running out to stop her.
And in the mean time the little blue that she had tripped over had made his way back onto the sands. Then something else seemed to be going wrong and Unath was grabbing a female out of the group of males and lifting her into the air. What on Pern was wrong with this hatching. She'd never read of anything like this happening before and was surely hoping for it to end. She closed her eyes and counted to ten as Nimara had instructed to keep her calm. She frowned when Q'sis went running for the eggs smashing girl, but was beat by the Blue. No he impressed to her? Such a sweet kind soul impressed to her? An egg breaking fiend? She hissed under her breath almost wishing Wherryhead was here to distract her. He was getting good at showing up when her temper was about to break.
She took a deep breath and a step forward. What was she doing? Well she felt it was up to her to protect the green and the pink now, but then she was distracted by Q'sis and something clawing at his pants. Aww she was a cute Green. And seemed to get the idea of bonding and was walking toward the males, but then she flopped over, but her eyes went to rainbows and she smiled even as the Green started licking her foot. She was determined now and very slowly began making her way to the eggs with the Green and the Pink in them. She was sending out friendly and helpful thoughts and was murmuring about helping them. When she reached the egg with the Green she smiled softly and "It's okay I'm not gonna hurt you or help you. I just want to make sure no one else hurts you" She told it and the pink while she stood near them, ready to get in trouble, but her face dared someone to try and move her.
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Rii
Wingleader
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Post by Rii on Jan 8, 2013 17:05:32 GMT -5
After the first few Turns of Hatchings at Ista, Varkyr considered himself something of an old hand at the necessities of Hatchings and what to do. When the call came - Has to be Q'sis controlling his dragon again, tans wouldn't be that clear - he beelined for his room, to shuck off his clothes and scramble into the traditional white robe. Then he booted it for the Hatching Grounds.
Already there were unusual differences; he saw hatchlings already on the sands, when they should have been alerted long before then by the dragons. Wherrybrained tans, he thought with a bit of boyish scorn. Couldn't even handle the basic instinctive things right. He hoped that didn't get passed down to all their offspring! Still, Hatching protocol was Hatching protocol. Varkyr swept the mothers and their riders a bow, offering a polite, "Thank you for the honor of standing," before he moved over with the rest of the boys. Young men.
There was his roommate - he grinned at Kaedorin and wondered if he'd be composing a song for this afterwards. Maybe he'd get a chance to hear it! That would be swell. There was Sian, standing on the edge closer to the girls - no knives here, he hoped. And Iroh right next to him! Except she didn't look happy at all right now. Maybe he could give her a little cheer without breaking etiquette, right? With an impish smile he edged over to the side of the boys' group, closer to her and the also-not-very-happy-looking Sian and the sort-of-grim other candidate whose name he was pretty sure started with a K but wasn't his roommate. Then he threw a little wave and a wink to the Benden-born girl before schooling his expression to one approaching something solemn for the occasion. Sort of. Hatchings were fun! He snuck a look over his shoulder to see if he could pick out his dad in the stands. Hmm. Couldn't see him. Oh well.
And he'd better look sharp! Oh, weird things were happening this hatching. Like that blue, he probably wasn't supposed to be talking to everyone. Whoops, he wasn't pleased with any of them! Picky, picky. And... he bit his lip as a girl bolted over to start breaking the eggs. Then he protested aloud. "Hey! Don't! You'll hurt them!" So many others had agreed, that was obvious. And then she Impressed. Well, that was hardly fair at all. Hmph.
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Swinging off of Prith's back to slide down to the ledge she'd landed on, G'dan patted his beloved green's side. "Thanks, Prith. Short notice, huh?"
Yes. But Mith and Unath never were very mindful, Prith replied gently, folding her wings and settling in to watch.
That's an understatement, he replied silently, starting to pick his way down to what was swiftly becoming his favored spectator spot for Hatchings. Sitting, he scanned the ledges. No Ambrith? And no Day'ar. His weyrmate was probably panicking back at their weyr. Do you think we should have gone to get them instead of coming straight here?
They will come when they are ready to come.
Prith was right, as usual. G'dan smiled his greeting at Day'ar. His eyes sparkled with humor at what Prith was telling him. "Well, we could always tell him that the silly ones are his."
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Ruin
Wingrider
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We build the worlds we wouldn't mind living in
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Post by Ruin on Jan 8, 2013 17:10:53 GMT -5
And to think, Irohvyne had thought she knew what terror was. She was nearly immune to the ongoing Impressions occurring around her, save that it meant one less hatchling to threaten her future with its hopeful need for her, but she could not be immune to the actions of her roommate when she stepped forward and began smashing into the largest egg on the Sands. Q’sis would not take kindly to having his probable shining male dragon threatened by a woman, but apparently the Tanrider was equally displeased with her—or rather her boys’ antics. Unath’s approaching claw was not at all the thing that caused her fear, because wasn’t this the exact scenario that she had experienced at her Touching? Perhaps Q’sis intended to deliver her back to the Barracks: Which would have suited her, truth be told, if only she could drag the boys with her.
It wasn’t until those talons drew close that she felt the fear, because for one moment she thought the Tan was going to strip her bare in front of everyone—her father, her cousin, Hold, Hall, and Weyr, and leave her to rot, but the dragon did not. Instead she was hoisted up as previously anticipated, wrapped in those talons and dragged away from the safety of the men she trusted. She could not cling to them, she could not suffer them the accidental injury she might cause, and though she clung desperately to Kaihekoa’s hand for long long moment, her eyes pleading with him that if he knew a way to save her—he should—she relased him. Even if he was unwilling to let her go, the sweat between their palms paired with the relaxation of her muscles, slipped her free of him easily. Free and away. It was a flash of impish Varkyr's face that nearly calmed her as she departed, but what solace could she find in this moment?
She was in the air, watching the disbelieving face of her father flash past as she rose even above his seat in the raised stone stands. For her cousin, she could not bear to look, only shame was in her heart at that moment, because now they would all know how badly she was doing at pretending to feel honored by this chance. She doubted even Q’sis knew how little she wanted anything to do with his children, but that didn’t make the spectacle any less telling: At least of his feelings towards her. Then again, he wasn’t much liked by his Weyr, and was mocked in the Holds for riding a clutching female, so perhaps some opinions would be on her side at the end of the day—at least for those peoples whose opinions she valued the most: The ones to which she would return when this day had ended.
Surely her father would not leave her here after this.
Even the easiest of the dragons was abused in action by her rider, used for control and contrived torture of the Candidates brought to Stand. Iroh cast her eyes downward, following the line of cascading sand that fell from Unath’s claw to the ground below. So high was she now that she feared for her total destruction if the Tan should drop her, but as she tried to ease the beating of her heart inside her breast, she convinced herself that she was safe from Impression. No hatchling would crane its neck up seeking out its mate in the sky. Twisting around in her boron-based cage, she cast her eyes back to Sian and Kai, and then found Q’sis where he stood below—but he was leaving. Dashing away to where her roommate was busy in her attempt to hatch out the dragons on her own accord. Perhaps she hated waiting, more likely, like most, she yearned for Impression. Unath froze, her puppetmaster had removed his hand from her innards and she had stopped—a husk of a dragon.
Iroh turned her eyes on the dragon’s face, but did not deign to beg for mercy or release, if there was anything left of the creature that had been born and Impressed long ago, it was likely not to be present when Q’sis was awake. Instead she took account of how she was being held, wrapping her arms around the large thumb-joint that held her tight across her torso. She could breathe, though with some discomfort, but her entire focus was that she should not fall if the man forgot he had taken her hostage. Surely he would not leave her bulk to fall through the air with the possibility of crushing one of his eggs or his precious children within. Then again, no one could tell with Q’sis.
When Weslieth's sweet voice entered her head she almost reached after it, not at all sure if she could or even if it would help, simply because at that moment, high above the Sands, she wanted the cool confidence his Rider always seemed to exhibit. See, Jazz? She wanted to say. This is much like what happened that day you came to speak to me, though I fear this time I might be slain for my transgressions. Iroh's throat was parched from the heat and surprise, but she didn't want to make so much as a noise to startle Unath into dropping her, so she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth and thought of the sweet pies her mother made, in an attempt to stimulate salivation and bring her some small form of relief.
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Serah
Wingsecond
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Post by Serah on Jan 8, 2013 17:26:16 GMT -5
Aelynn had witnessed two more Impressions. This time, a blue and a green dragonet Impressed. The blue Impressed to a girl who had gone close to the eggs. Q'sis didn't look to happy with her. Then again, he never really looked happy. She hoped the dragonet that was in that egg lived. Do NOT approach the eggs unless the dragonet inside calls to you. The Candidatemaster's dragon was speaking to all of the Candidates. The words were sensible enough. The dragonets would choose their lifemates when they hatched. So she continued standing in her spot, watching and waiting.
The green had Impressed to a boy. Aelynn didn't really know the boy's name, or him at all really. She did recognize him from classes and passing him in the hall every now and then. She hoped he and his new dragon partner were happy together. She looked back out to the Hatching Sands. There were still so many dragonets left to Impress.
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NaimaMine! The Hatching has already started! Thanath called as Naima rushed to get her hair brushed. She ran over to the black dragon and hopped on for a ride to the Hatching Sands. Luckily by the time they got there, only a few of the Hatchlings had Impressed. Naima looked on as more eggs rocked on the Sands, ready to hatch.
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C'tan, we should get going. Mith and Unath's eggs are hatching. Majeth said to his rider. Stretching, C'tan nodded and got onto the Iron's back. Majeth lifted into the air and headed for the Hatching Sands. So far, it looked like there were already some Impressions made. C'tan didn't mind missing some, he could get to know the new dragons when they became full-fledged wingriders. He and Majeth looked on as the Hatching continued.
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F'vyr had been up early that day. And that day was about to get even longer. F'vyrMine! The Hatching has started! We should go! I want to see all of the new little dragons, and I know you do too! Yryth called excitedly. F'vyr groaned. "Alright, alright. Calm down Yryth, we'll go." He told her, getting onto her back.
As soon as he had settled, Yryth was in the air, headed for the Hatching Sands to get a good spot. There were already other dragons there, which meant the Hatching had already started. Landing in a free space, F'vyr slipped off Yryth's back and leaned against her foreleg. Oh, I wonder what we missed F'vyrMine. Yryth said, looking at the already broken egg shells that laid on the Sands.
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Post by appleeater on Jan 8, 2013 17:33:04 GMT -5
Aulani, like much of the rest of the weyr, was eating dinner when the call to the Sands came. She nearly spit out her klah at the sudden voice in her head. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to that feeling, though surely she'd have to if she Impressed. Come to us now. The Hatching awaits. Respect us, all of you.
Respect wouldn't be her problem, Aulani thought, as she quickly ferried her half-eaten dinner over to the drudges who were washing dishes that night. Speed would be. Dishes properly taken care of, she sprinted for the Barrack, joining the stream of other candidates rushing to get into their robes and onto the Sands before the eggs Hatched.
She raced to her room and flung her dress off off, only barely taking the time to make sure it was laid out and not crumpled on the floor, then tossed on her Candidate robe. She took her everyday headband off and replaced it with a nicer-looking one, but otherwise didn't fuss any further over her appearance before taking off for the candidates' entrance to the Hatching Sands. She slowed as the solid ground turned into heated sand, controlling her worry, curiousity, and excitement as she kept to a measured, dignified pace as she emerged from behind the waterfall and into the main part of the cavern. She was out of breath and her face was bright red from her exertion, but now that people could see her, she moved as if it was just a normal day and she was on her way to chores.
Aulani stood with the other girls, taking a place near the middle of the line. There were already two hatched dragons--she wasn't late, was she? Well, at least if she was, a lot of the other Candidates were too, but what a horrible impression to make! Belatedly, she bowed deeply to the tans. "Thank you for allowing me to Stand for your eggs," she said. She still didn't remember which one was Unath and which was Mith, but it didn't really matter, did it?
Nervously, she smoothed her hands down the front of her robes, making sure everything was in place. There was some sort of commotion behind her, but she refused to turn in look. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw three candidates settle into the no-man's-land between the girls and boys. Well...that was strange, but it was none of her business after all.
The pink that the male tanrider was holding wrenched free and darted towards on of the arriving candidates. Aulani sighed as Impression was apparently made. She still didn't really think that she'd Impress, but it really was amazing to watch something like that, especially when she was so close to it. She could see why attending Hatchings was viewed as such a treat.
The cyan that had been out before Aulani arrived was helping some of the other dragonets free themselves, but only a blue seem interested in moving away from his egg. Aulani watched him as he traveled in front of the boys, then jumped as she heard his voice. Why must they keep doing that to people they weren't bonded to? At least, she didn't think she was bonded to the blue. There was none of the rush of feelings and hunger that she had been told to expect. She didn't feel any different. And the blue was still steadily continuing along in front of the girls, not charging for her.
Still watching the blue, she didn't even notice as the cyan that had freed him wandered in among the boys and Impressed. She did, however, notice one of the other girl candidates break from the crowd and run to the eggs. Aulani automatically reached out to stop her, but she was already too far away, and Aulani certainly wasn't going to risk the horrible things the Candidatemasters had said would result from getting too close to the eggs while they were hatching. But then the girl smashed the egg, and Aulani's hands flew up to stifle her yelp. You didn't do something like that! You just didn't! And then the pale blue Impressed to her before the male tanrider could do anything about it and it was all so unfair and wrong.
She didn't jump when Weslieth spoke, but only because she was still stuck thinking about how wrong it was that someone would break a dragon egg and then essentially be rewarded for it. And if that weren't enough, another girl ran out to the eggs as well! She didn't seem interested in smashing things up at least, but still. None of this was how things were supposed to go!
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Post by bailiwick on Jan 8, 2013 17:40:48 GMT -5
They were cute even as they were being violent, which was both horrifying and entrancing to the mop topped candidate who, at this point, was having a mild panic attack next to Hakotep as the green sliced its little claws down Q'sis' legs. It trundled off to Impress on Kae'n in the most ridiculous manner possible.
In the meantime, there was complete chaos that caught the candidate's attention immediately - Irohvyne, whom he had not met, was lifted into high the air by one of the massive mother dragons...Unath, it seemed...with her maw agape in a lolling sort of draconic smile. Or she was going to eat Iroh, which seemed the next irrational possibility to creep into Ghris' mind. Terror knotted deep in his belly, but as the dragon did not seem keen to do anything further, there came another distraction.
And then there was Aysha, who had cracked into the biggest red egg and promptly Impressed to the chatty blue. Ghris fussed internally. Q'sis had spoken so fondly of the red and green eggs, the largest of the pair. Concerned, the candidate craned his neck and leaned over the sands slightly to see if the dragonet inside was...well, alive. But all was still - he wrung his hands and made a loud distressed moan that couldn't be tamped down.
He was well aware that, if anything were to be wrong, those currently present were qualified to handle it...but Ghris isn't sure if this was something that had ever happened. Surely it must have? Either way he took a step forward, hesitant but unable to keep still. But that was all, just a step, a step towards the problem instead of away from it.
But then, as Anya stepped forward out of the corner of his eye he spooked and stepped back again. No need to crowd the sands, right? No need to rile Q'sis' ire, which still stings from their previous encounter. He still liked the man, oddly enough. But then, Ghris sort of thought the best of everyone, because he considered himself so inherently flawed. His body stiffened as Weslieth spoke into his mind - and it planted his feet like lead into the sands. Rules had reasons for being there - it was best to respect them. Hard work and respectfulness is the only road to self improvement, after all...
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Post by larkwing on Jan 8, 2013 17:53:40 GMT -5
Was everyone at this hatching just stupid?
Kuro couldn't help but fight off a chuckle as he looked around, the events unfolding. The eggs hatched, and that was normal and good, though he was certain the number of females might have some people a little leery. It was all decent though, until you included the human part of the equation. That female Lordling was being coveted by some of the boys, or protected really, not that he payed it too much mind. There would always be those few who thought themselves so important that they had to go playing hero watching out for a girl who had been too proud to even consider submitting the slightest bit.
Then there was the other girl, he thought she was some sort of wild child or trader probably with how she acted. The little dimglow actually tried smashing an egg. By the looks of it she succeeded with her endeavors. Gritting his teeth as one of the tans moved to replace the Lady to the female side, stopping as Q'sis saw the other candidate breaking the red egg, Kuro could only stare and shake his head. Part of him wanted to curse at them and pull the girl away, but then a blue had impressed to her and both he and Q'sis, the one that actually should be dealing with it, could do nothing.
Stepping backwards and dismissing the one foot he had moved forward, he ran an agitated hand through his hair and looked at the eggs left and surveyed the dragonets on the sands. Not many, all female he thought. The eggs would tell more. Nodding to himself he breathed and looked around again, this time at the candidates. Maybe now that the whole ordeal had been done and some of the dragons had bespoken the candidates they would stay. The fact that some of the dragonets were talking to the standing humans though, that was oddly strange, especially with so many of them in one clutch.
Occasionally there may have been a dragonet to talk, but never this many, or so he thought. Was this because they were the Twins', or was it because they had been touched? Pondering it, Kurosaki decided to drop the question and just think about it later. Maybe he'd even search out Q'sis and talk to him about it. It wouldn't hurt to run the idea by a rider who may actually listen and do something about it. If it made the dragonets more keen to the candidates, more apt to try and think about who they impressed to and see them and spend time even talking to them or listening to what they were saying or thinking....the idea gave Kuro a bit of a headache.
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Naturally it would be during a Lesser Queen's hatching that the candidates would misbehave. This would never happen in one of my hatchings Nia.
The hissed tone of voice that Nikianeth took surprised Armania little. She calmed the orange down, her mind as tired and weary as her body. Black hair ruffling in her dragon's warm breath, the orangerider allowed the queen to go on her mental tirade and critic of the two Tans and their candidates. Finally shaking her head in dismissal, the woman quieted the dragoness with a brief thought. Enough. It was as tired as her previous attempts, but maybe Nikianeth finally realized that her rider did not wish to fight with her right now.
It was most likely that the youngest Gold was here. Nikianeth had never liked her much. She is a pest...all she does is whine and complain. Biting her cheek, Armania rubbed Nix's head, the blue curling in her lap. She is being more quiet than you are. That finally shut the orange up once and for all.
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Post by Cathaline on Jan 8, 2013 18:18:50 GMT -5
This hatching was a disaster from first to last.
What did Aysha think she was doing, breaking the eggs open? It was only her Impression that saved her from a confused, terrified dragonet cutting her to ribbons. Sian took a step forward, instinct driving him to protect and save, and perhaps it was that movement which gave Unath the opportunity to pluck Iroh away - not that Sian could have done anything, helpless in the face of her enormitude and her rider's fury.
His fingers twitched toward a beltknife that was not there. Good; because if it had been, there would indeed be a slaughter on the sands today, but it would not be dragonborn. Q'sis was pointlessly cruel, delighting in the humiliation of one he saw as not good enough, merely female, weak. Forcing vulnerability on her, so distracted by his little vendetta that he didn't even notice what Aysha was doing until it was done.
Impression saved Aysha from dragon-rage, and Sian abandoned his post, moving to the front of the pack of men. His expression was carefully blank, crafted from a lifetime of hiding from the world, but there was murder on his mind. Murder and fury. Q'sis would burn for this. What was Unath to Sian? She was nothing. She was nothing at all. Q'sis had destroyed long ago whatever personality and autonomy she had, that was clear; she was the long arm of the patriarchy. And Q'sis...he didn't deserve life. He didn't even deserve Sian's hate. All he had earned for himself was the void.
Give me a dragon, Sian snarled inwardly, though the mental barricade remained solid. Just give him a dragon to feel what he felt, to wake from slumber and rip the tanrider to shreds, here in front of all these witnesses. Yes, he wanted that mint green egg now. Give me a red! Sian could love a red right now, love the bit of his soul she would represent, if she would only claw her way from her prison and make Q'sis pay.
There was nothing he could do himself, and the helpless anger held him paralysed among the boys. Any movement he made to free her would only make the situation worse, ruin them both. And so he waited, and hated. Hated the men he stood with and the male tanrider and any other pitiful creature who dared to think their genitalia made them superior. Like you, he whispered to whatever lurked in the giant egg. Was the proposed kingling dead, or just waiting? Was he maybe the red Sian suddenly longed for, with every fibre of his injured soul? No, probably just a king, powerful only for his masculinity. You little bastard.
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Post by Reky on Jan 8, 2013 18:31:14 GMT -5
Quietly, from the darkest depths of the Weyr, came something that might have very well been a myth among the dayfolk of Dalibor. She might have been a myth among the night crew, too, if only for being attached to the blood-red fuel of nightmares. There were only a select few who had played witness to the red wher's devouring of the once-Queen Risk, but there was no doubt that those few whispered about the woman who was bonded to such a beast. But, in comparison to Ausk, Audren was tame. The evening of the hatching was early morning to her, and so she came without any pomp or circumstance. There was no throaty red-wher fanfare to accompany her, either. She simply rose from the shadows and sat down with the crowd. Perhaps the only thing that made her stand out was the stark contrast between her black, cloudy hair and the sickly pale of her skin. She had even forgotten to wear her knots.
With Ausk locked safely away, though, (and not for fear of Ausk getting out, but rather for fear of unassuming wherlings accidentally walking into her jaws), Audren was free to enjoy herself. Or try to, at least. Her eyes were weary and even the dimming light of the sunset outside the cavern seemed too bright. Hatchings were always a joyous thing to behold, though. The birth of new life set a smile to her face, be it gangly horse-sized dragonets or ugly bundles of wherling. The frequency of claw-marks and chatter, however, put a damper on her already dark and dank spirits. The propensity of candidates to rush out into the field of eggs, too, appalled her. Smashing them? Trying to help the hatchlings? It shocked her into a very startling semblance of wakefulness. What in Faranth's name was going on?
But among the stupidity and chaos, Audren did find respite. She became all at once very grateful for her team of top-notch, hand-picked, specialty handlers. Even Kire and Kisk, she thought with exhaustion, but also with fondness, would not go about smashing eggs. Yes, she decided. She was very glad that she did not have to deal with these self-righteous dragon-grabbers.
Up on the ledges was a rider who held that opinion as well. Osine had come to watch Anya with some sort of morbid fascination. Despite Viorth's insistence, she still believed Anya to be a lost cause and, upon watching the antics unfurl on the Sands far below, her view was only reinforced. I still can't believe you, Viorth, she told her dragon sourly. Look at her! What on the Red Star is that dimglow doing? The cyan, however, was very excited and loosed a whistling chirp to cheer her candidate on. There was no way to tell, of course, that it was meant for Anya alone, but Viorth was alright by that. She's bold, the dragoness beamed, to which Osine replied, That's one word, alright.
Nestled among the candidatemasters, partly out of nostalgia and partly because he no longer had a special ledge as a weyrleader but mostly because of Nimara, R'len was about as shocked as the rest of the crowd and only fed off their energy. He almost thought that the ruckus had resolved, only to spot a girl still hanging in among the eggs. Part of him wanted to reach up and gently tug his darling Nimara back down to sit - his hands even lifted to nearly reach her - but the other part understood why she had got to her feet and so he left her there. Nervously, he clasped his hands between his knees and leaned forward into the scene.
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Samael, in contrast, had a very different and much more dangerous angle of the situation. She saw it all from behind and to the side, with more view of the stagnant twins' limbs and the frightened candidates' faces. With the departure of the pink, she had pursed her lips and suctioned to Q'sis' side to interrogate his wounds with her eyes. 'I fell asleep,' he had said just before Charth left, and she said with a wry smile, "Of course you did." Though Unath seemed to have done far more than that, which warranted a very brow-knitted, concerned, lingering look from Sam. The dragon seemed to have checked out entirely, and she wondered why. Naireth had never been so distant as to missed the hatching of her own eggs.
"You need to be more careful," she clucked at Q'sis, her fingers hovering over the claw-holes in his arm. And it was only after she had said that that he chose to enter the fray, leaving an unsettled woman behind. What was she supposed to do? Just stand there, like he asked?
Yes, said Naireth.
It was the insistence of the tan's pressing, protective mental presence that kept Samael's feet rooted to the ground, especially when Unath's claw moved to lift the offending Lady Irohvyne, and the trader-tanrider turned his wrath to the egg-smasher Aysha. Samael wanted nothing more than to run out into the middle and chastice the lot of them for their juvenile stupidity. You don't talk at a hatching, you don't smash eggs, and you don't make your dragon picked up frightened little heirs. You don't! But Naireth's mind weighed on hers relentlessly, and so all she could do was stand furiously and ball her fists.
By the time the little green dragged gashes through Q'sis' leg, Samael was just exasperated. Of course he would brush it off as nothing, she groaned. Of course he would. Shells! He's bleeding, for Faranth's sake! She didn't want to yell at him, and so she settled for glaring and hoped that her eyes would be able to convey her message. Considering that the message was something along the lines of 'hurry up, tell them they're terrible and need to behave, make them get back in line, and come back over here,' some of the complexity was probably lost in translation.
And I have to make him go to the infirmary after this, too, she thought. He probably wouldn't want to, either. Big manly man.
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The situation had a much more dire, sinister grip on the carver boy Hakotep. Pink Charth and cyan Eidukth Impressed, but his hands were stiff at his sides and would not lift to clap with the crowd. He wasn't there to clap. He wasn't there to be happy for other people. They lead their lives and he lead his and it wasn't his responsibility to make them feel good about themselves. Neither, he seemed to think, was it his responsibility to make himself feel good, because as the hatching progressed, he felt himself becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
It was a shame. He had only just found some reassurance in the inevitability of the Hatching. It was going to carry on whether he liked it or not, because like Ghris said, it was time, and that was that. But all around him, things seemed to be unraveling. All around him, other candidates were breaking face and doing everything that they had been told exactly not to do. It horrified him. Irohvyne, Q'sis, Unath, Aysha, Anya - they all struck a deep, squirming sensation in his gut and the only thing he could do about it was stay still.
He supposed it was because he had no clue how someone could let their emotions run so rampant. Aysha, Anya, Q'sis - they all bled their impulsive moods out into the public eye through their sudden, passionate actions. How could they let their feelings escape through their fingers so easily? So wantonly? Hakotep's emotions were not at all free to burst out like that, perhaps because he had never had a firm grasp on them in the first place. Nothing slipped though his fingers because there wasn't anything there to slip. It was all some sort of frustrating, garbled mess that he had never learned to sift through.
Part of him wanted to reach out for Ghris' hand, but that was impulse. He stopped himself immediately; balled up his fists where they hung. Outwardly, he was rigid and his face was blank. His eyes, too, held little focus, but sometimes they would shift from movement to movement, but always came back to the tamer tunnel-vision view of just the eggs. Presentable, respectful, open. Unassumingly, he had almost mirrored the traditional candidates of Passes and Intervals long past - the silent, still and stoic children, lined up like white-dressed dolls for the dragons to have their pick of. He had presentable down. He also had himself under control, unlike some. Respectful. But open?
If a dragon wanted into his head, it could probably get in no matter what he did. He could lay himself out in the open or shut himself up like a clam - how would it make a difference? But he felt secluded - alone in his self-proclaimed sanity, touching nothing but the sand beneath his feet. Above all else, though, he felt frustrated and lost, and he let that lay out for the dragonets, because that was the utter truth. [/blockquote]
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Post by RhiaBlack on Jan 8, 2013 18:35:19 GMT -5
((Apologies for the lateness. It would seem I lost track of time x.x. People are teh fastar with the postings! XD))
Lili hadn't honestly expected to Stand for the Tan Twins' Hatching, but nevertheless, customs were customs. She was there, and who knew. Stranger things had happened, after all.
All in all, it was a whole new rush of excitement that she'd never before felt. And by the First Egg, there were so -many- Candidates this go-round, it looked like. Rightly so, mothers as beautiful as the Twins deserved a large group for their little ones to choose from.
She had joined the others in the rush of robe and sandal-donning; the warmth of the Sands were no less surprising than they had been when she had visited the first time, and she suspected they would never quite get old. Nervous, she did her best not to show it, smoothing her hair back behind her ears to keep it maintained in its proper braid. Hastily done, it wasn't quite up to her normal standards, but she was more worried about being on time than what she looked like. It was bad enough she had only fleetingly met any of these Candidates in passing. Most of them, she had yet to really talk to beyond passing them in the halls or in the Barracks. Such was the fate of only being here as short a time as she had been.
All that really mattered to her at the moment was ahead of her, lingering on the Sands. Already, some had Impressed. Not to mention some horrible girl and her lack of control, and then she...Impressed? What was... Lili couldn't help but feel a small bit of envy, but she quickly set her thoughts on more positive things. Being jealous would solve nothing. What would it say about her if she was only hasty to get -a- hatchling, not -her- hatchling? It was hardly fitting for a lady; she could hear her mother harping about it even though her family was so very far away.
Lili slipped her hands together before her, and continued to wait. Patience is a virtue, her father always said. Nervous and anxious inside, she put on a cool, calm and collected exterior. That being said, she wasn't really sure what to do with herself. She didn't want to rock on her heels and toes, it would make her look restless. She didn't want to look elsewhere, it would surely look like she wasn't paying attention, and her mother would ring her sharding neck if she ever disrespected anyone at a Weyr - let alone anyone in general. Sigh. Part of her was glad her parents and sisters hadn't been able to come. She probably wouldn't have been able to focus. Especially in front of her father.
She wiped at her forehead quickly with a sleeve. Lili wasn't particularly sure if it was the heat from the Sands, the nerves, or the fact she was really -here-. Standing for a clutch. Not just any clutch, either, but a pair of Twin Tans. That in and of itself was amazing. She blew out a slow breath.
Keep it together, Lilianai. Keep it all together.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jan 8, 2013 19:39:05 GMT -5
There was the Blue That Talked to Everyone. The Green That Rolled Around...like some farm animal in the dust. There was the cyan that had served as a futile example of how helpful it was to go around breaking fresh eggs. And then there was The Pink. Not Charth, who had already taken a name and a lifemate. There was The Pink from the yellow egg, who had been left behind. She was out of her shell now, alone in the creaking sea of her siblings. It was like standing in a valley of bones trying to pull themselves together into a skeleton again. She was The Pink that could laugh, but would never overflow with heavenly giggling. The Pink that had exchanged prompt happiness for the ability to never take to real anger. Cold as Altaith's skin she was, and unhurried despite what unfolded before her. She held her wings over her back, letting them dry, their surfaces dark and thin as precious paper. The Pink looked briefly to the bird caught in the sky, the shadow in her mother's hand. Q'sis did look back at Samael, as if called, and raised his eyebrows at her look. Then he made a show of glancing around himself, spotting Irohvyne, and having Unath lower her and toss her down on her rump in the middle of the women's flock. " Girl," he barked, loud enough for them all to hear. He walked to meet Anya, grabbed her at the throat, and dragged her over to the proper crowd. He threw her in among them as well. "Girl!" he repeated, looking across the lot of them, then over at the boys. "Let's hope none of you forget from now on." At last he spotted Sian nearby, at the front of the lads' pack. He grinned at the Candidate and offered a lazy wave. Then he heard a gush of shifting sand behind him and leaned to one side. He'd had quite enough of being a scratching post. The Pink was behind him. She sat there, watching him for a time, then turned her oversized head to the girl he'd interrupted with his callused fist. This seems different than it once was,[/color] she said. But this must still remember the days before love. This is so strong inside. Not like the others. So this is Penteryth's. We will hunt and die together. Anya.[/color] Pink Penteryth, Impressed to Anya [/color][/center] Appearance: 24 feet. Someone stole all the muscle from Penteryth's arms and legs and neck and tail and stuffed it into the main trunk of her body. The center of her is solid as a boulder, while her appendages spring out like wisps of wheat. Her thin wings still serve for flight, but have a transient, shiny appearance like a crust of easily-crumbled snow. Her neckridges curve back like a line of dolphin fins, and her eyeridges dip low in the front, freezing anger on her face no matter what her mood. (c8739d)
Personality: Penteryth is permanently chill. No distress nor tantrum from anyone, including her rider, can penetrate her icy countenance. She's proud of Anya's wilderness survival, thinks it gives her a special grit that none of these other softie Candidates know. It also complements Penteryth's own strong affiliation with the act of hunting. She dislikes feeding from the pen. But she is a little pushy with her indifferent, cool-cat lifestyle: she wants Anya to be as calm, and will use her (eventual) greater size and strong will to restrain the girl if need be. Penteryth needs Anya to be good, and their ideas of what that is probably differ wildly at the start, because Penteryth lives in the land of emotionless ideals. Other dragons? Other people? Pff. Penteryth is "self-centered," she needs only her rider's issues to fill her plate. And though Penteryth loves her, Anya is frequently called "that" or, when Penteryth is feeling tender, "this." As in That needs to come and oil me now or This is oiling well. Q'sis rubbed his face, then returned to Samael, just as he had been silently requested. He held out his arms to either side, then let them drop. He waited till her mouth was just opening on some remark, and butted in with: "You are mine." Maybe it was in the theme of Impression. Maybe it was a Holdless declaration of love. But mostly, he thought it would keep his chastising to a minimum. A second green, this one that curved the edges of her wedge-shaped skull, picked her way out of a forest green shell so dark as to rival the night outside. Unlike her egg, she was pale as Spring, with small eyes that pulsed pearlescent well before she reached the Candidates. But she was in fact not the next to hatch. Her brother had just been subtle for the first and last time in his life. The red egg had cracked into spiderwebs over the past several minutes, and now large shards crumbled into a crimson dust. The hatchling had just been pressing his shell to open it, not bashing or gnawing. His golden wings were folded around his body, his head at first still in front of them even when most of the giant shell was gone. Then he lifted a face that was blunt and blocky and thick and powerful like his mother's, and set his red eyes upon the humans. They would probably never know it but, in that first moment, he was already defeated by them. There were too many, with too many blazing thoughts. He burned where he was birthed. To a newborn, even a bronze, the wall of thoughts could be frightening. Altaith was suited to it. This hatchling was not. His reds were ringed in orange, then yellow, and whirled like storms set in his head. His jaw hung open, upper fangs drooling onto the lower ones, and saliva trickling off his chin. Like Charth, he eventually crumpled his fear under the weight of growing comprehension. But he was slower about it than the pink, and in the meantime...he didn't want to be afraid anymore. You little bastard.The bronze screamed, for he was not yet large enough to roar. He fell upon his front paws and unfurled his wings. His body was a wet, worming tube of muscle with broad dark stripes ringing the length of it. The green behind him hesitated in her advance, ducking down against the sands. He missed her entirely, and lurched for the Candidates. It was only when he was within a couple lunges that he realized he was as large as most of them. He was not powerless. But he had desperate need of something. What? Could these creatures tell him? His head swung left and right along the line, and then he hunched as he noticed the difference in the one at the center, directly before him. What he noticed was almost a joke: Sian had sleeves. The others did not. Why? Why? It was different- why? With a sudden power, the bronze launched off his hind legs and crashed into Sian. He aimed for the offending sleeves, but his flailing claws caught chest and shoulder and stomach and flesh. When he encountered resistance under the center of the robe, he ducked his massive head and came up with a web of bandages in his jaws. He tore them and raked what lay underneath, two portions of Sian's identity that the boy had tried to keep secret. Not that his womanhood mattered to the hatchling, who staggered off him like a drunk. Maybe it hadn't been just sleeves. The green's head rose from where she crouched, not defiantly, but in sudden understanding of where her clutchmate would go next. Though standing with his side to the other, more genuine boy, the bronze suddenly whipped himself over atop Hakotep. At the back of the clutch, an egg like a crystallized dragon's eye broke to reveal a dark blue, who scrambled to get out. Both he and the green keened in unearthly portents of death, and made their clumsy advances. But though the bronze lingered over Hakotep, not gashing as he had the other, neither of his siblings would make it in time to stop him. His coppery jaws opened like the irising wide of a new sun over Hakotep's smooth face, a blue tongue so dark it was almost purple writhing in the pit. Closed off to him, was it? No one denied the king.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Jan 8, 2013 19:54:22 GMT -5
Sian's eyes barely had time to widen, and her hate to turn to terror, before the bronze was upon her. A high scream tore its way from her throat when ruthless talons dragged down her chest, and took the bindings with them. Everything she'd tried so hard to hide, always clothed, never bathing in public, flinching away from even the kindest touch lest someone notice there was fabric under her shirt - all of it gone in a flash. The bronze stepped back, the mangled tatters of her masquerade in his jaws, and her legs gave out. Pathetically, she sank to her knees, a girl among boys, bleeding and broken.
She tried to cover herself with the tatters of her robe, but it was all lost, a beautiful dream she'd dared to believe in. The bubble burst. There were too many people here. Who cared if they stared now? She couldn't hide it. She was done.
All the barricades came crashing down in a smoking heap, and she made a tiny, keening noise. Everything hurt. But she was not a weakling. She was the same person, only...
More so.
If there was no more pretending, then none of it mattered. There was no future, anymore, no plans and no hope, and Sian knew only one thing. She was not going out without a fight. Screw the Weyr and their little traditions. Screw their precious kingling, mad little monster. He wasn't hers, he never could be. He shouldn't be anyone's.
"Hakotep!" she gasped, and staggered upright. Blood spilled and stained and turned the white robes crimson, and in a flash she smacked the bronze in the snout. Some might call it suicide to try to call his attention back.
Maybe they wouldn't be wrong.
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Post by Ruin on Jan 8, 2013 20:14:25 GMT -5
Landing in the forgiving sand as she did, rump-first, spared the breath in her lungs from being smote: She was embarrassed, but unharmed, and it could have been worse. Q’sis’ barked word was not missed, nor was it noted: The man was a loud bumbling creature like many she had met before; his pomp did not scare her. What did scare her, however, was the birth of Q’sis’ shining king, and his advancement towards the boys—towards Sian. No command from the Tanrider’s mouth would find her hiding behind age-old tradition while someone she cared about was left to be just another sack of fodder for the Weyr’s negligence. Scrambling to her feet with the heavy-set grace many of the hatchlings exhibited, she veered forward into a few of her gendered peers, but no apologies were made. Disheveled, dirtied, hair torn and trailing down to her neck, no regard was given for what was proper or what was expected.
She had every intention of tearing the beast from Sian’s body, physically, with her own weight. She would fall upon him and press him to the burning sand—even if Sian had warned her against such actions. Let them take her between for murdering their precious beacon of slavery, she would take him with her. Forcefully she shoved the last girl out of her way and stumbled back into that empty central zone, towards the growing splatters of arterial blood and flesh, nearer to her target. But the monster slipped away: Headed for a new target. Irohvyne pardoned him from death in that moment, but only because the crumpled form of her friend was before her.
She reached for him, her pale soft hands nearly upon the tatters of his shoulders, but then he lurched away, towards the bronze in defense of his new prey and struck the creature with all the force she herself had wanted to use upon the beast. Iroh followed, her eyes tossing up the dusty aisle to search for Kai, and beyond to find Pern’s savior, the woman who had pulled them into this, the Healer who should have the privilege of putting back together the Candidate’s whose lives she ruined. As she drew along Sian, her hands splayed with the hopelessness she felt at staunching his bleeding, until her desperate hands closed around her own thick arms and found salvation.
First one sleeve, then the other, was pulled loose from the shoddy seams—she had never been much of a tailor to the chagrin of her mother—and she used the lengths of soft white fabric against Sian’s wounds—Sians…Iroh’s eyes widened when she realized the masses of flesh she was busy attempting to cover were not at all things supposed to be on the male body. In that moment, that silly moment of terror while her friend was facing down a large angry hatchling, she felt a flush of embarrassment. You didn’t touch people like this, even friends who were not supposed to have breasts. The moment passed, because her friend was bleeding, and if he—she—was going down this road, Iroh was going with her.
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Post by larkwing on Jan 8, 2013 20:31:24 GMT -5
It indeed was a bronze hatchling that had slipped from the remains of the red egg. The other dragonets around him barely gave any warning to their King, nor did they seem to care all that much. His underlings as it were went on as if he never had existed, and perhaps he wasn't. Maybe it was all just a dream, all of it. Kuro rocked on his feet and slipped his foot somewhat out of a shoe to touch the hot sands, testing to make sure that it was reality. Yep, it was. Well, that made everything around him real too, didn't it now? Well...that was unfortunate.
His eyes had traced the steps of the bronze as he trampled onto one of the nearby boys, one of the ones who had attempted to save the precious little Lady from standing where she apparently belonged according to tradition and rules. Blinking slowly as if maybe that would erase the image, Kurosaki stared at the bloodied girl that lay where Sian had once stood. So, it had all been an act. Even Suya would have had a hard time trying something like that, too bad the weyrling was not here to see it and laugh with him. Though, he wasn't laughing as much as he might have found it funny.
The him that was usually for everyone to see what stuck between laughing and spouting off curses saying how it was bound to happen, how it was fated and all the other pessimistic wherrydung he swept into his words. It was ironic though, the one that everyone presumed perfect for the Kings, was only a girl who most would condemn to the Queens or less. Swiftly, Kuro looked toward Q'sis to see the Tanrider's reaction, but either from his position or the man's own action, he could see none yet. It didn't matter though, soon enough the candidate's attention was stolen again, this time for the little Lady herself running to defend her defender.
She tore at her robes, covering the newly found girl's wounds, pausing...yes, pausing when she saw what the others were beginning to notice too. Kuro looked on, disapproval and yet something deeper tugging in two separate directions at his heart. It was the girl's fault, she had obviously done something to make the bronze angry, yet did she really deserve it, or at least could he not help? Looking again, the candidate blinked a cold and glassy stare before sweeping his eyes back to the eggs and then the bronze dragonet who was opening his mouth toward another boy. Was this little King going to eat someone's head? It was almost too much really to believe, and Kuro couldn't help himself but look on in a twisted sort of amusement and disbelief.
Sian only added to it when she ran over and then abruptly hit the bronze who was claiming his plaything. Was she asking to be killed? Was she...Kurosaki puzzled for a moment before watching with an absent mind, bidding the thing goodbye so he could observe the next few events to come as they were without any thought behind them. Once the idea flittered about that he should go and help, but his feet stayed where they were. Why would he even consider going to help a candidate he never had spoken to, or even more had never spoken to him? Call it selfish, Kuro called it survival. Raking his eyes from the bronze back to the other dragonets to check on their positions, he swung back to the more amusing and entertaining view.
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Post by RavenSong on Jan 8, 2013 20:43:54 GMT -5
P'ryt smiled as soon as he heard the voice, reaching up to pat the girl's hands.
"Hello, Hanei of Green Noveth," he said cheerfully, moving his leg to let Hanei sit beside him. "I knew you were coming, and I know you well enough to know you'd seek me out. I was going to have Hemetath tell Noveth I'd saved you a seat, though, if you didn't come along shortly."
As Noveth came to plop down beside Hemetath, the Iron looked down at her. Her comment about his drab color offended him immensely. He slowly craned his head down to look at the small dragon, snorting air at her in his umbrage.
Hello, Noveth. Bad hatchling. Small turd. You? No change. Hmph. Accompanying his words was a feeling of absolute disgust with the Green's attitude and dislike of her entire being. He considered her an undisciplined, undignified, abhorrently unreliable wretch with her desire to constantly change him. He made sure to give her an image of herself walking off since she didn't like him. She could spend the Hatching finding a better seat, as far as Hemetath was concerned. He ruffled his wings as he looked away from her, all regal dignity as he regarded the Hatching, the green Impressed to HisOwnLove's hatchling paid no further mind. Below, P'ryt facepalmed as he overheard the exchange.
"Seems Noveth offended Hemetath and got a scolding," he said to Hanei. "I don't think our dragons are ever going to get along. That's okay, though, not all dragons do." He continued to watch as the Candidates Impressed, nodding to himself. He was aghast as a Candidate actually went up and started smashing at eggs. Hemetath roared at the outrageous action, eyes whirling red. He did not approve in the least of the potential murderer's Impression. The poor Lord Holder's daughter in Unath's claw got the full of P'ryt's pity. How could Q'sis do that to a Candidate? He'd have to speak with Fajra regarding that man's behavior. With the Lords Holder of not one but two Holds present? No, such actions were unconscionable.
He continued to watch, until the Bronze dragonet whose egg was smashed made a Candidate's secret known. No... that was.... P'ryt was on his feet, jaw somewhere on the floor, staring in shock.
"Someone get that Candidate something to preserve her dignity!" he shouted.
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Nartovyn watched the other Candidates, specifically paying attention to Irohvyne. He wasn't even looking at his twin, he knew she wouldn't miss this for the world and knew she'd Impress.
That changed, though, when the Cyan that had been on the Sands when everyone got there stopped beside him. He looked at her curiously.
This land is strange to me, she said, tilting her head. He could see the rainbow of Impression in her visible eye, and he blinked. But it's not to you, is it, N'yn. And you... You do not lack for vigor, I can see. You are honest and true. You must be able to help me. I am... Eidukth.
His twin absolutely forgotten, a bright smile broke across Nartovyn's -- N'yn's! --- face.
"Hello, Eidukth!" he said cheerfully, kneeling to hug her. Oh was he joyous. Remembering lessons, he turned and let Eidukth to the feeding area, dancing a bit as he went. He looked her over carefully, noting her rather tank-like appearance. He approved, trying to keep that quiet. He didn't want Eidukth to feel judged.
I wouldn't feel judged, Eidukth responded. You're very honest. You're right. N'yn settled in to feed his dragonet, missing out on the drama of the Sands. Oh, but would he hear about it later.
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Naraevyhn watched the Hatching calmly, noting that the two Hatchlings on the Sands when they arrived wasted no time in picking their riders. It was as routine as routine could be, at least until she saw some sharding dimglow run up to an egg and smash it. That sent her to her feet, rage flowing through her. That was not how a proper candidate behaved, at ALL. Naras tugged her down, mortified as well but better able to keep his emotions under control. The roar of Hemetath wasn't lost on either of them.
"What is she thinking?!" Naras demanded.
"I do not know, but I know Q'sis. If she does not Impress, it will not go well for her in the least." Sure enough, Aysha Impressed, saving her from Q'sis' wrath. Naraevhyn shook her head. "Well, the Candidatemasters will have that well in hand," she murmured. Shaking his head, Naras turned to Naanell.
"Yes, miss?" he asked. "Yes, I am. Master Harper Naras, is there something I can help you with?" He gladly fell into focus on Naanell, ignoring most else until Sian's secret was revealed.
Naraevhyn didn't even hesitate. The second she realized what Sian was, she was thinking quickly. Where did she have something white and moderately acceptable... THERE! Yes, Innorvi's hammock, on her bed. She snapped her mental command into the minds of her four flits, who didn't hesitate in obeying. They grabbed the sheet that acted as a hammock, pulled it off the posts of Naraevhyn's bed, and betweened in to drop it on Sian's neck just as the girl smacked the bronze in the snout. Just as quickly, the blue, brown, green, and black flitters were back in Nara's weyr. The sheet wasn't Candidate white, but it would preserve modesty well when untwisted. Nara's eyes widened. Oh, this was going to be good.
Naras was paying full attention to the Sands at that point. There was indeed a song here, but not a cheerful one. Not one he'd publish beyond the Weyr.
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Post by thyme on Jan 8, 2013 20:52:17 GMT -5
Frayya’s mouth popped open in a comical ‘o’ when the blue seemed to quiet his thoughts to croon that only she could hear. Oh it is not what you think, dear, He had heard that snide thought? How could he hear her? Her immediate response was, ‘BUTT OUT!’ However, she quickly felt abashed, when the blue hatchling raised his voice to the entire Weyr once more and complimented all their beauty. She had to agree with the blue. Her dress was beautiful! She shook her head slightly at the strangeness of the blue’s mental caress. Hatchlings just weren’t supposed to act like that. What was he going to do…Impress every single person who had turned up to the Hatching?
Frayya didn’t join in the horrified gasps that hissed through the Stands when a female candidate ran forward and smashed into an egg. She pursed her lips then said coolly, “What an idiot.” That girl was lucky Unath was occupied otherwise she would have suffered a short and painful death, for that matter, she was lucky that the blue stepped in to protect her, because if Unath didn’t kill her Q’sis surely would. The girl should count herself lucky that she got to skip off merrily with her dragon. Frayya turned her attention to the now still giant red egg. If it didn’t hatch…that girl would have another thing coming.
A green scratched up Q’sis’ a little more before Impressing from among the boys. The pink that had been hovering seemed to decide it was time to Impress and choose a girl. Frayya’s eyes flickered back to the large red egg just as cracks spider-webbed out from the center. A red-eyed bronze stood in the wreckage of his shell with drool dropping off his fangs. The ferociousness wasn’t imagined as the thing let out a feral scream launching itself at one of the male candidates. ‘Damaged,’ Frayya thought. She wanted to turn away from the carnage but her eyes were fixed on the bronze. She didn’t even notice the people around her pointing and exclaiming over the man suddenly exposed on the Sands as a woman. ‘That girl damaged his brain when she smashed his shell.’
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Post by Serah on Jan 8, 2013 20:57:25 GMT -5
So much happened after the first four Impressions. First, another Impression was made. Another pink found her lifemate. Aelynn found happiness in that, at least. What came next, gave her a mixture of feelings, some good while the rest was not so good. The bronze that had been inside of the egg that was smashed lived, that was the good feeling.
That bronze then went after some of the male Candidates. That wasn't so good. Though it turned out that Sian was a girl. Aelynn hadn't been expecting that, from the short time they'd been together. Sian hadn't seemed different than any other boy she'd talked to, though Aelynn hadn't really talked to very many boys. That aside, the bronze had moved on to another of the male Candidates. This one, Aelynn really didn't know. She did feel sorry for him.
Sian had gone after the bronze. Aelynn couldn't really understand why. He was just a hatchling after all. Probably pretty mad about his shell being broken for him by one of the already Impressed Candidates. Aelynn shrugged, looking back at the rest of the Sands. A few more dragonets had hatched. She silently wondered who they would Impress to.
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Naima watched in shock as a bronze dragonet hatched from its shell. She had barely noticed the pink Impress when the bronze had gone after one of the Candidates. She felt sorry for the girl, but there wasn't really anything she could do for her. She wasn't allowed on the Sands, only the Candidates were. She just hoped the girl and the boy the bronze dragonet went after were okay.
Though when the girl went and smacked the bronze, she was stunned. Naima couldn't believe the girl. At that moment, she was glad she wasn't on the Sands. She didn't know what to do or how the little dragonet would react, the only way to find that out was to wait.
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C'tan and Majeth had been silent for most of the Hatching since they got there. They had watched as the dragonets Impressed to their lifemates and left to get food into their stomachs. This was quite an interesting Hatching. A boy turned out to be a girl, Candidates not doing what they were supposed to be doing. He was starting to wonder what this bunch would be like.
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F'vyr wondered what these Candidates were doing. Smashing eggs, hitting hatchlings. He was very confused by all of this. Don't worry F'vyrMine! Things can only get better from here! Yryth said confidently. "I wouldn't be so sure, that girl just hit the little bronze." F'vyr replied, keeping his eyes on the Sands. This definitely was a group to watch.
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