Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Jan 10, 2013 22:52:41 GMT -5
A blurred shadow whisked past the little yellow as she was picking herself up, and she watched in confusion. Who was that? Where had it come from? It deliberately blundered through the Candidates - deliberate, because when it missed one, it came back - and she didn’t understand why. She had not been born with the understanding of what the white-robed people were for, unlike her brother (not that she had even been gifted with certain knowledge that the ninja was a male). All she knew was that she wanted to meet them, and know them, and learn from all of them. But clearly she was doing something wrong...because putting the foot-covers on hadn’t helped, it had made things worse...
Well, try, try again! Not one to be easily deterred by failure, she proceeded into the pack of female Candidates after the mystery shadow, and purposely bumped each one she found. The yellow was clearly baffled by the results, and she tried a plaintive, Can’t you hear me? Can’t anyone hear me?[/i] But they could not. Nobody could hear her.
Pitifully, she tugged with a paw at the hem of Vyna’s robe, staring up at the girl. Just as Eachuth Impressed, in fact. This was bound to be a rather confusing experience. All the little yellow wanted was for somebody to talk to her...or better yet, for somebody to hear her. She had no idea this was abnormal, but she had some deep-seated hint that it wasn’t right. She must be doing something wrong, but she would never stop trying, not until she got things right.
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Serah
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Post by Serah on Jan 10, 2013 23:01:19 GMT -5
The last of the hatchlings had come out of his shell. And he was a blue. His egg had been near the very back of the clutch, if not the very back of the clutch. Aelynn hoped he found the Candidate who was meant for him. Though, every dragonet so far had. Even the tan, who'd chosen someone who wasn't even a Candidate. Maybe the blue's person wasn't a Candidate either. She giggled at the thought. That would be a rare sight to behold.
She took her attention off the blue and turned it to the black, who'd taken to running across the Sands. The little black had come into contact with all of the remaining Candidates, even coming back for Iroh, whom Aelynn didn't know except by sight. Then the little yellow had come, bumping into all of the female Candidates, just like the black, but not as quickly. Aelynn felt sorry for the dragonet, like she wanted to just find the little yellow's lifemate and bring that person right to her. The little yellow then tugged at Vyna's robes, after the little black had Impressed. Aelynn moved closer to the little yellow, but didn't touch her. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch the dragonet but she did want to keep an eye on the little dear.
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on Jan 10, 2013 23:35:44 GMT -5
Irohvyne’s backward steps had placed her at the tail end of the female Candidates, and she had assumed that here, closest to the open entryway and farthest from the eggs, that she would be safe from interference by the hatchlings. When a tiny Black skittered out of the deep shadows even glow-light could not penetrate, and plastered itself to the back of her calves, she thought she would faint from the panic. Only, it must have been a game, because the creature turned just as swiftly and whistled off up into the stone Stands and did not return. She had thought that was the end of it, until a creamy sibling came to bump her, larger than most—but not nearly the size of the bronze—she had a moment of uncertainty before it too wandered off.
With a sigh, Iroh searched the milling candidates who remained for Varkyr—the only face left she really knew personally. Of course she knew all of them from lessons, and because it was her prerogative to know as a future Lady Holder—everyone must feel important enough that their ruling body knows them—she knew their names. In many cases even their craft of study, rank, and family. Unless of course they were Holdless. The hatchlings had caused her to swivel in place, her booted toes digging into the sand underfoot as she planted herself facing the clutch again. At this point she simply didn’t want to be taken by surprise, because Kaihekoa had told her to stay safe, and safe is how she would be staying—she would have really lost everything if she came this far only to be murdered.
Squared away in her position, heels as together as she could force them with her thick thighs, she spent a moment in the attempt to even out her bloodied red robe and the scraggly stitches that hung down onto her pale fat arms like webbing. She would, within the next few minutes probably, need to walk off of the Sands with her head held high, and she may as well make the attempt to look somewhat decent while doing it. After her disheveled dressing—no better than a sack mind you—was in order, her long plump fingers snaked up to tuck trailing bits of hair under locks still tied away by braid and band. This only made her aware of how sweaty she had become beneath the folds of her body, and even the hot air of the hatching sands felt cool against her armpits, but she did not cease in her futile attempt to neaten up until it felt as though every stray hair had been teased back into place.
The motions completed, action restoring her inner anxieties to turmoil, she folded her hands neatly in front of her belly, one set of fingers neatly folding into the other as both comfort, and support, to see the last few hazy moments of a life-changing evening pass by.
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Nia
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Post by Nia on Jan 10, 2013 23:45:36 GMT -5
Aha! There! She saw the little dragon, the one from the tiny egg. He was cute! He seemed scared, though. He had been hiding behind what Vyna assumed must have been his mother... unless his mother was Unath? Tans were confusing. He was hesitant, stumbling a bit. After a while he seemed to get his courage back, and even made a cute little noise at the Candidates. How sweet. Vyna eyed the Yellow, and then the Black. Kind of a cute pair-- oooohh noooo!! Something had startled the Black, and now he was running and it made Vyna sort of panic but she knew she had to stay nice and calm for the dragon's sake.
He crashed through the girls and out, leading Vyna to believe that maybe he was going to Impress to someone up in the Stands? She turned a bit to watch him, but was distracted by the Yellow suddenly bumping into her and clawing at her robes, staring straight at her. Vyna's heart skipped, and she felt--
Vyna save me! [/i] She felt confused. That voice, it was... male. Masculine. Kind of. Had she been wrong about the Yellow? This was Impression, right? That other...she's at least six inches taller than your Eachuth.[/i] Other... taller. Vyna stared blankly down at the Yellow for a moment before she comprehended what and where her new feelings were coming from. It wasn't the Yellow! It was that poor sweet Black who'd run to hide, she had to go save and help him and make him know it was okay.... But. The Yellow. She looked so pitiful. I'm sorry please just wait for me! I will be right there! Vyna replied desperately to her Eachuth. Her Eachuth! But. She looked awkwardly down at the Yellow again, and hesitantly lifted up a hand to push the dragon away from her as gently as possible. "I'm sorry! I am really sorry! But I'm not yours, so um, you have to go find yours. Please. Okay?" She knew how bad it was to touch a hatchling, and that was the reason for her hesitance, but she felt really bad.... Eachuth remained where he was. Oooohh nooo noo you can't touch her! You have to come save me,[/i] her dragon informed her, and after Vyna had pat the yellow once on the head and tried to reassure her to go off and find Hers, she was running through the Candidates and back to the Stands, squeezing herself through to where Eachuth was to wrap her arms around him and pull him close to her in a hug that he definitely needed! Are you okay now, Eachuth? she asked, although she could feel some of his nervousness going away with her there. Not gone, but going away. A little, maybe,[/i] Eachuth replied. Vyna looked back out at the Sands, then back at Eachuth. We should probably go... like, over there. For food. You're hungry, right? Eachuth paused for a bit, thinking. He WAS pretty hungry. But the Yellow shoe-flinger was still out there. She was! She'd fling more things, and be taller than him, and just generally be taller. I can protect you! It's okay. And it would be okay, because Eachuth did have faith in His. So, there was that. He gave a nod, though didn't say anything, and allowed Vyna to lead him off to the side and around the Sands to where the other new Weyrlings were feeding their dragons. She waved to Nart when she saw him, but put a finger to her mouth to tell him not to say anything! Not yet. They could talk later. She didn't want to scare Eachuth anymore, and she wasn't sure how he'd react to Nart's motor-mouth. Eachuth hid behind her as they approached the feeding buckets. They're too big,[/i] he told her, staying quietly behind Vyna as to not attract attention. He was skeptical, but willing to try and be a little bit brave. He had to try at least. For His. And because he was hungry, that too. Vyna found a nice dark corner, grabbed a bucket and began to feed bits of it to Eachuth, happily watching him eat. He was really cute, she decided. She glanced back at the Sands though, somewhat worried about the Yellow.[/blockquote][/size]
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Rii
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Post by Rii on Jan 10, 2013 23:50:19 GMT -5
Oh, there was the black he'd thought he'd glimpsed earlier! He was awfully speedy for a hatchling! Where was he going? Another one into the Stands? Really? No, he seemed to have found the protector he desired. In... what was her name again? Lyna? No, that was a different girl here. But it was something like that. Too many sharding same-sounding names. Especially if even I can't keep them all straight!
He'd have to try harder, that was all! He just hadn't had as much time to meet everyone before the Hatching as he wanted. He caught Iroh's seeking eyes and smiled, once again infested by his impish brand of equipose. See? Things were okay! He stood appropriately still, although his expression was mobile enough to balance out the rest of him. He knew his lessons well; he would stay put and wait. For now.
Unath was pushing the last egg around, and he watched with amusement. Pop! Out came a little blue head. Honestly. Who couldn't think Hatchings were neat when things like that happened? Okay, the whole bit with the candidate-now-weyrling breaking eggs and the scared, angry bronze that had come out and attacked people had been chaotic. But it had worked out! Eventually! That was what counted, right? No one was dead, no damage that wouldn't heal. The blue tumbled the rest of the way out of his egg, and he giggled, then grinned and ducked a bit as the hatchling jumped up and shook off the clinging bits of shell. Missed me!
The yellow still merited watching, too. Now she wandered between the female candidates, bumping into them, looking up into their faces. Who are you searching for, anyhow? he wondered. Who fits you? Are you afraid that you won't find the right one? She had even tugged at the new black weyrling's robe, and he had to give a little grin. Not that one, sorry. She was taken! He looked wistfully at her. Come say hi, won't you? I'd like to meet you, if only just once.
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Reky
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Post by Reky on Jan 11, 2013 0:36:16 GMT -5
Samael sustained her fair share of anxiety. The screaming queens and red, the attacking bronze, the terrible moment where her breath hung in her lungs as she tried to sort out of all three of Ghris, Hakotep, and Sian had really Impressed; seeing Q'sis picking up more injuries, more kisses, and losing his sandals. Once Tedaon and the yellow had both took their leave, she moved in and fiercely held his hand and leaned into his arm.
"Faranth, you're popular," she commented. The shoe stealer still remained on the Sands, as did a little blue, and her eyes cast out across the shimmers of heat to watch them. With Q'sis back and bandaged and no one else in imminent danger, she was feeling much lighter. Naireth had released her woman from the mental vice that had kept her standing her ground. Sam willed good vibes between the two last, lost children, trying to flush out the rest of her nerves and irritability. (The broadcasted chastising of Q'sis had clearly bothered her more than him. If it had been any other mother dragon, those candidates would have been toast - and no one argues with an angry dragon mom. Naireth told her, They hold a higher position that Unath and Hers. It is their place to obey, but Sam didn't really think that they were truly subordinate to a candidatemaster. Were they?) The dragonets, at least, made her feel better now that the chaos had apparently settled.
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Up on the ledges, Viorth whistled again when Anya Impressed to Penteryth. Look at that! See, I knew it. Good for dragons, the cyan boasted, but Osine only grunted.
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Audren was partly dismayed and partly entertained by the frantic flocking that had occupied the Sands just past. A little blood scared them, she saw. And she supposed they had a right to be upset. Blood was not a motif of dragonriding as it was for wherhandling. Ausk is a bad influence, she thought dryly. (No kidding.) There was no nearly enough blood flowing for anyone to die. She could tell. There would be no repeat of the terrible death in the dark on the Sand this day. No one would have to follow Delgar between. Proudly, though, she reflected on how purposefully Damali had tamed Damask since... and then Kisk entered her head joyously.
Her dark-rimmed eyes lit up to see him. Stupid little thing. "Hello, Kisk," and then looking further on down the row, "Kire." She waved. Ausk had never liked Kisk, or anyone at all for that matter, but Audren had grown soft and sentimental in her exhaustion. Each of her handlers had a special place in her resilient crusty heart.
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When Iopiath had eaten her fill, she laid her pretty head on H'tep's knee. His hands stroked her; followed the smooth lines across her eyeridges and down her sinuous neck. The visions she had fed him subsided with her growing sleepiness, but the vast and beautiful emotion still leaked across the link. She was so small and new, yet she surrounded him with a warmth like a plush blanket, and if the blanket were real, H'tep knew it would be embroidered with flowers and birds and meadows. Iopiath's food-weary mind was like a cocoon to him, and though it had now settled into the background, it still seemed to drown out the rest of the outside world.
Still in a dream-daze from Impression, he leaned down and placed a careful kiss on her brow.
The adrenaline in his body was dispersing and he was taking on the water-logged sensation of tiredness from it and from Iopiath. As he raised his head and spine back up, he wondered when it would all stop feeling so surreal; when or if he would ever get used to having Io. Maybe he never would. Never in a thousand Turns would he have expected her to come to him, but she had. She had proved him wrong on that account, and also wrong in the very way he saw the world.
It made him a little bit nervous, but... he was too sluggish to dwell on it.
His hands still soothingly wandered her soft green hide, but his eyes drifted. He saw G'ris and Requezzia not far off, with Xuqulzeth and Bessienth, and his dark gaze lingered to latch onto G'ris'. For an extended moment, he silently stared into the herderboy's eyes. Iopiath seemed to have taken his means of speech for now. Then, he offered a wan but hopeful smile, before ducking his head back down to watch Iopiath drift off to sleep.
His hand cupped the gentle curve of the back of her skull and she watched him back - but she didn't need to open her eyes to do it. [/blockquote]
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Jan 11, 2013 1:21:47 GMT -5
For a while she could not take her eyes off the dragonet as the cyan ate the food. Her eyes were narrowed and she was beginning to seriously doubt whether this dragon was a queen even by nature. Ezzia turned her gaze to Ghris as he sat down heavily beside her. Carefully and gracefully she lowered herself to the ground and then examined the larger dragonet. That one was a bronze, she new that now. Requezzia never really paid attention to what happened in the Weyrs or what colours there were. That was too much like studying and she was just so not interested in that. Who needed to work when you could just influence someone else to do it first.
Something else she remembered was that male riders had their names changed. She would have to find out what the name had changed to. Just as she was about to ask he said something, words she got rather enthused about. "Yes, thank you. She is rather beautiful."
Bessienth was pleased but didn't overly care what people cared. Sure, she was beautiful and all would know it but it was fairly obvious that she was wonderful. He had not been on the sands to see her demonstration though... Perhaps she could have chosen him had she not been too slow to hatch. Bessienth eyed the male for a while longer and then returned to her eating.
"Men get new names don't they? What's yours?"
She noticed Hakotep watching them and sat straighter smiling at him in a charming sort of way. "And you, Hakotep?" Bessienth wondered at the words that seemed to make Hers so happy. They were just words and meant nothing. The cyan looked at her brother. From the memories still running through Ezzia's mind she could tell he had harmed many. A fool of a bronze but his reputation could still be salvaged.
Rayna watched as one of the eggs struggled to finally break open and reveal a tan. For a while the ghostly tan wandered around the sands looking at candidates before finally climbing into the stands. Eyes followed the dragonet's movements for a while and then she started moving towards it. A stands Impression was just what they needed right now. Rayna was already annoyed enough without this as well. So they now had to deal with a potentially annoyed spectator. Great.
This, RaynaMine, is why tans should not be allowed on MY sands. Look at all the problems their eggs have been causing. It is disgusting and disrespectful. I will not allow it again. Rayna frowned for a moment and stopped herself short of agreeing. No it was not the tans it was just this hatching. Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong here. So many things had happened that truly shouldn't have. It is not the tans it is many other things.
Finally she heard a noise, a protest from somewhere nearby and spotted a crafter backing away from the tan. Rayna moved quickly and stood behind Frayya. The Weyrling just about backed into her. When this happened, the Weyrwoman moved to stand beside her. The woman gave a warning glare to the dragonet knowing it would do very little to stop her advance upon the fallen Weyrling. "Yes, yes, yes Weyrling, she is now yours," Rayna said with very little empathy, "I will take you to the buckets. What is your name and hers?"
If the woman refused she would have to be prepared to be steered there for Rayna would not see the dragonet go between because she was frightened away by her chosen rider.
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Post by thyme on Jan 11, 2013 3:07:12 GMT -5
“I am not a weyrling,” Frayya hissed as she whirled around to face the woman. She placed her hands firmly on her hips expecting to see some low ranking rider she could threaten. Instead, she was confronted by none other than Rayna, the weyrwoman of Gold Couineth. Her determination flagged for a mere second but the woman’s tone got her back up again in a second. She would never have spoken so angrily to such an important person on any other day. “I am Journeyman Weaver Frayya. I’ve been waiting to return to the Crafthall until this accursed plague was over.” Neither of those claims were exactly true. She did want to return to the Crafthall but certain fabrications meant that if she returned to soon her claims would be weakened. She had to return at the right time, under the right conditions, to keep her titles. She refused to give the woman the dragon’s name. Saying her name aloud, thinking it even, was conformation of a truth that didn’t exist. That she wouldn’t accept.
Now that Frayya’s retreat was blocked, the tan floated right up underneath her feet completely ignoring Rayna’s warning glare. What had she to fear from glares? She didn’t try to reach out and nudge Frayya with snout, instead, she just hovered there patiently, well, actually she sat back on her haunches and waited their but ghosts don’t sit…they hover. The facets of her eyes whirled in steady rainbows as she stared straight up into Frayya’s face. Frayya found herself unable to look away but it wasn’t into the beast’s eyes that she stared. She looked at the emerald veins so clearly snaking down her neck. The tinge of green muscle that shouldn’t be seen through a hide. The dark swells that indicated her organs. Urgh. If the creature thought she was dead then why didn’t she between and get it over with? It would save the weaver a lot of trouble! {You cannot kill what is already dead, my Frayya,} Sixwith said as calm and cool as if she spoke perfect wisdom. For the first time, Frayya spoke directly to the tan, albeit it was only one word, an order, {OUT!} She closed her eyes as she said it and focused on trying to force the hatchling out of the parts of her mind she had invaded.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Jan 11, 2013 11:49:14 GMT -5
The yellow went rigid at the sound of Vyna’s voice, and pressed her little head into that tentative pat. Other people really did have voices, and they talked to each other! They could talk to her! Despite the fact that it was a rejection, the yellow optimistically elected to take it more as a greeting. Yeah, the white robes were good. She just didn’t entirely understand what “go find yours” meant in this context, because Eachuth’s Impression from afar really didn’t make it clear Vyna had been claimed, okay?
Still! Somebody had acknowledged her existence. She backed away as Vyna left, watching her go, and then turned to eye Aelynn, who was shifting closer. Aelynn seemed nice, and the yellow nuzzled up against her legs. There was no beautiful Impression, but that could mean anything, with this one. The hunger gnawing at her belly was growing by the moment, but her need to Impress was just as lost as her name. That did not make her immune to a dragon’s requirement for a rider in order to live; it just meant she did not understand that with each passing moment, she was in more and more danger.
She next trotted off to get a good look at the boys, sitting back on her hind legs to peer into Varkyr and Maal’s eyes. They were both young and still growing, so that was pretty easy for her. They seemed really nice, and she asked hopefully, Would you like to pat me?[/i] They couldn’t hear her, but maybe they would give her pets, anyway.
Beyond them was the feeding area. The yellow didn’t understand why the boys and girls were separated in the first place, so she took that location as just another separation, and after a moment she trotted over there. She could see other dragons, so maybe that’s what she was doing wrong; after all, the shadow had rushed right past the white robes. Maybe that’s why they were all silent and seemed frightened to move (she had not heard Waroth’s screeching, or anyone else’s). Because they didn’t know what to do with a dragonet in their midst.
She arrived at the feeding area shortly after Vyna did and walked right up to her, because they were friends now, right? Before she could upset Eachuth too badly, a kind voice spoke to her, and she turned to stare up at Delilah, down here as a Weyrlingmaster today, not a healer.
“Why don’t you go back out there, now?” Unless perhaps she’d come over because Hers was in the feeding area, but even so, Vyna was not the one. There were a few unbonded healers, some who might be within the appropriate age range (and a desperate dragon could Impress older than normal, as D’lios had once proved). There was the boy holding tight to Sian’s hand. It wasn’t impossible that her purpose was here, but at least she could avoid frightening Eachuth even more, Delilah hoped. If the yellow couldn’t find someone...well, the last thing they wanted was for her to drag someone else between with her, when she went.
The yellow’s eyes whirled in confusion. Now they wanted her to go back? There was nothing but sand and white robes out there, and she’d already explored all of that! Besides, all the other dragonets were eating. Shalith was even feeding himself. So after a wavering moment, she rebelled and trotted over to get her own bucket of meat, and plunged her snout into it. A swallow or two of meat chunks took the edge off her hunger, at least, and she was distracted by the sound of Ezzia’s voice. They were having a conversation over there! She hurried over, and bumped into Altaith on the way. I’m sorry! You’re pretty! I hope you’re having a good day![/i] said the dragon nobody could hear to the dragon who had spoken to everyone. Altaith would not be the one to hear her voice...if anyone ever would.
Then she was poking her head over Ezzia’s shoulder, staring at G’ris and Xuqulzeth and Bessienth, then shifting her attention to H’tep and Iopiath. Oh, she wanted all of them to be her friends so badly. Men get new names? I don’t have a name. What’s your name?[/i] But as far as the weyrlings were concerned, she was just a silent and very strange yellow, intruding on their business.
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Serah
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Post by Serah on Jan 11, 2013 12:39:52 GMT -5
Aelynn continued to watch the little yellow dragonet. She watched as she turned to her. The next thing she knew, the little yellow was nuzzling her legs. But no Impression was made. Aelynn knelt down to try to pat the little yellow, but she had already moved away from her. "Be safe, little one." She said, as she watched the dragonet move towards the feeding area.
Trying not to get emotional, Aelynn looked for the blue hatchling. When she found him again, it looked like he still had not Impressed quite yet. However, the blue was not quite so close to the Candidates. These last two hatchlings sure were taking their time finding theirs, but Aelynn was perfectly fine with that. She knew that would only make it that much better when they finally did find the person that they would Impress to.
Turning her attention back to the little yellow, Aelynn saw her plunge her face into the food bucket. She hated standing there at that moment. However, she would not risk Waroth's anger. The red was too scary to Aelynn for her to do that. She sent happy thoughts to the yellow, hoping the thoughts would help her find hers.
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Post by ambeth on Jan 11, 2013 12:54:34 GMT -5
Anya had not been paying much attention to Q'sis so when he attacked her and drug her by her throat back to the group of female candidates. "What on Pern are you thinking? Are you sharding mad?" She spat at the tan rider, but before she could continue and her anger overflow it's dams and become a full out tantrum the pink from the egg she'd been protecting was appearing from behind him and looking right at...who was she looking at? But before she could look around the voice was floating into her mind and filling it.
This seems different than it once was. 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. Anya was confused she felt the pangs of hunger and the joy of impression she even saw the rainbow eyes, but um...well. Something was very different maybe even wrong with the pink. She continued to stare at her until Penteryth huffed. Really Anya? Come. I'm hungry and you will feed me. Nothing is wrong. Well okay maybe the pre-killed and prepped food, but it will have to do. So compose and calm yourself and let's go eat. But Q'sis? He assalted me. Only because you lost your cool, broke the rules, and ventured onto the sands. Besides I stopped him. Now come That.
And with that the Pink was making her way to the feeding station with a confused Anya trailing behind her. With a bit of coaxing she began cutting chunks of meat and shoveling them into Penteryth's mouth. Between that and trying to figure out what had just happened with her Anya missed most of what was going on and was surprised with a Yellow was suddenly among the weyrlings. This shocked Anya enough so that she took a moment to count and she found that the Yellow was unbonded. "Hey little one. Where's your's? You gotta have a rider to help you grow big and strong." Where on Pern had this soft side come from? No one knew nor would they. Yes go find your's. And stop bothering This. Penteryth huffed, but she was so full it even seemed her eyes were popping out, that she just laid on the sands to wait until Anya was ready. Don't get used to this, That. She warned her rider.
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Rii
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Post by Rii on Jan 11, 2013 13:07:18 GMT -5
He knew he wasn't supposed to touch the hatchlings, alright? But that yellow peering into his eyes without a sign of recognition made something hurt inside. Varkyr reached out and petted the hatchling gently, giving her a little scratch. She would probably be itchy soon. He hoped she'd find hers, and they'd take good care of her. "Hey," he whispered to her. "You're really sweet, you know? Your rider's gonna be so lucky to have you." There can't be a single candidate that doesn't wish it was them. He stifled a sigh and gave her one last smile before she moved off to the feeding area.
Guess it's not me. Sorry, Dad. He raked a hand through the cropped gingery hair that topped his head. Well, at least he'd got to touch her! Even if the Candidatemasters might scold him later for it. Hey, she - he thought maybe probably it was a she, could be a he - had obviously been seeking some sort of affection. I think she's lonely. I hate that. It's not FAIR.
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G'dan slid an arm around Day'ar, watching the much-reduced activity on the sands. "Not much left now," he offered quietly. "Better than the chaos earlier. Can you, can you believe it? There were well over a score of us at my hatching, and nothing like this. We, well, we knew better."
The yellow worried him. She'd gone through all of the remaining Candidates without showing any connection, although there had been plenty of interest. "There has to be someone," he muttered. "You can't tell me there's no one that's a match for it."
Her, Prith offered quietly. She is struggling, the little one. She does not understand. Surely that much was clear from watching, since the little yellow did not speak to any of them.
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High in the stands, the smith-turned-blackrider M'aaz sat, not far down from where his dragon perched to watch. He did not choose to sit and chat with his wingmates, present or former. Rileth was sufficient company for this. These hatchlings are strange. What ails them?
Trees grow crooked when the roots are poor, Rileth hummed to his rider's mind, offering the image of bent trees and shallow tendrils of sandy-colored roots. M'aaz's expression didn't change.
You are saying that tans make poor mothers.
Am I? the black flicked the tips of his tail. Little lost one, in a world of colored confusion, he added, black-purple-yellow-green swirls and tangles lending their hue to his words.
Maybe she couldn't hear him, but Rileth - odd and cracked as he was - decided to offer his greeting anyway. Little lost one, he lilted for the yellow's mind alone - well, the yellow and his rider - whether she could hear or understand or reply or not. Images mixed with words, in his own way of speaking. There are ways for you. Many-branched paths, a wide open sky. Impression is the first foot forward. People, white-robed, or in the stands. A feeling of connection, of rightness. These were the things he offered in his small effort to help.
I do not think you were supposed to do that.
Safe-secret, Rileth replied, and thumped the words with a heavy, locked box for his bonded's mind.
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Post by Cathaline on Jan 11, 2013 13:33:27 GMT -5
As always, Zucherroth "watched" the hatching keenly, delighted by each new personality that burst from the egg. Unfortunately, it seemed that even the dragon who felt everything had the ability to be surprisd.
He physically recoiled when his-Anima's eyes spotted a dragon that he...couldn't...feel. She was clearly alive, clearly real, but the yellow was a telepathic void. Zucherroth could find anyone. He could track people he'd only met a few times over oceans, and had done it before! He was special, though not perfect; he'd never been bothered by his blindness because his rich sixth sense was far better than sight. So what must be wrong with that poor, lonely creature that even Zuchie couldn't find her mind?
I don't think she's going to make it,[/i] he told Anima, clearly disturbed. How could she? You couldn't Impress without a mind! Oh, the white dearly hoped he was wrong, that there was more to this yellow than what met his mind's eye, but...she'd been out for so long now, bumbling into everyone...
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Once Geth had safely Impressed without doing anything appalling, Ambrith safely declared him Ours.[/i] He was mostly distracted from his son by Sixwith. Because, well...she was bloody distracting, okay? What was wrong with her, slithering around, looking like that? Impressing from the stands wasn't outright wrong, but it wasn't normal either, and he sniffed with disdain at Frayya's responding antics. Definitely not his. Definitely, definitely what you got when someone like Q'sis took over the mating process.
The next to hatch was a yellow, and after the disappointment of Sixwith, Ambrith latched onto her immediately. She was a silly, clumsy creature and his mind passed over hers and couldn't even find it, but even in her brokenness, he loved her. (The rarity of her colour might have had something to do with his easy acceptance; this would be three of the four he had made, and Q'sis couldn't even get a tan like his own right!) He did cringe, however, when she flung sandals into a couple of Candidates, and then walked away. She needs to find someone. Do you like any of them over there?[/i] he asked Prith, casually invading Raxeris's mind before moving on to the healers. He was a bonded dragon, so they would feel nothing but (maybe) a shiver down the spine as the grumpy viridian judged their potential as dragonriders.
Eachuth was just ugh, and that left the little blue. Ambrith swiftly tallied up his children, knowing he would end with eight, because clearly he had the lion's share of the babies. Charth, Eidukth, Xuqulzeth, Shalith, Ocilovoth, Geth, the yellow. Seven. So now he just had to decide which, between the blue and the two greens who had confused him, was the most worthy of being his offspring.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jan 11, 2013 14:32:54 GMT -5
Q'sis stepped forward to meet the oncoming yellow, putting himself between her and Samael. When she was gone, together with his sandals, he retreated almost on his toes to the cooler sands bathing the mouth of the Candidates' tunnel. He did not look down at Sam when she pressed to him, but he said, "I am their father. It is only natural. As for the rest..." He turned his face toward the Stands, where the many women that had attempted to wrest control of the Hatching from him waited with their irritated dragons. He rubbed his chin and grinned sidelong at the other tanrider. "Handsomeness has that effect on women." The blue dragonet, his basic hue a species of purplish, but with a bold stripe of navy splashed down his flank eye to tail, looked over the boys left behind. Despite Unath's goading, he could not see a place for him among them. They would never want him, right? He rested a small paw on his cheek, then swung his head toward the girls. Oh, nevermind. None of them could want him either. It would be better if he did not even try. And yet... He did have sufficient practicality to note that if he continued not to bother with anybody, he would fade out like a smudge of dirt in the sand. No one would ever get to tell him how intelligent and attractive he was. And no one would fly with him. Like brother and sister before him, he considered the sky beyond the cavern. A whole new world, but one he could not reach yet. First he had to leave this thick, roaring dragon's mouth of a cave, escaping the rising heat of his jewel-strewn birthplace. And in this he was alone: the yellow might as well have been a stagnant idol melting away into the earth. She wouldn't break free, he thought. But under all his other qualities, the blue bit into life and would not let go. And as his gaze flickered back across the Candidates, he realized there was someone who could fly him free of here. Or he would fly her. It would be a joint operation. He just needed to sweeten the deal. Following the idol to the feeding pit, he let the glow of her lead him to the greatest treasure in the whole trove. Then he snipped it right out from under her: a nearly-full bucket of meat. Technically she had abandoned it, but he still got a juicy thrill from whirling away from her with the metal handle in his jaws. He bounded forward, the bucket swaying wildly and tipping a good half of its contents in a red streak across the Sands. Time to flee! He envisioned the blood-slicked earth rising up to capture his feet, and only reaching his flier would spare him. And he did. With a sudden yank opposite his momentum, he came to a scrunched-up seat in front of a short girl with thick black hair. The remaining contents of the bucket doused her legs. The blue glanced at the mess, then tossed his head back and puffed out his chest. Willow! You are very... He thought about it. At first a very strange word occurred to him, but he dismissed it for being too far from the classic: Beautiful![/color] He deflated a little, mostly out of sympathy for his very new rider. You do not have to be afraid of me, he suggested. I am your Niddath. The blue shrank a little more onto himself, then remembered the bucket in his mouth and thrust it up toward her. His voice reclaimed its regal elevation: And I believe I have brought you just what you desire! Pretty fantastic huh?Blue Niddath, Impressed to Willow [/color][/center] Appearance: 34 feet. Compact in body, long in wing, smooth on the back and growing a forest of knobs and nubs and ridges on his head. Niddath has almost inconsequential tail forks, and his talons are all dainty and midnight blue. His hindlegs are disproportionately large, giving him a terrestrial crouch like a tensed lagomorph. (857ca2)
Personality: At heart, Niddath is a kind-hearted, helpful, optimistic lad. He generally thinks of others more than himself, and he's quite incapable of causing actual harm to anyone - though he is extremely protective of Willow, perhaps /too/ protective, and will leap to her defense at the slightest provocation. If he has a failing, it is that deep down, he is intensely insecure. He might have ambitions, who can say, but he needs to be talked into actually trying anything, prone to "nah, they'd never pick /me/" or "why even try? she's too good for me anyway" thinking. Once he's persuaded, however...well, it's easy to be charming when you're so good-hearted, and he has no problem lying, half-lying, omitting, fabricating, or pretending to get what he wants -or what he thinks he or his rider want. He genuinely wants everyone to like him, but that has an unfortunate side effect: he tends to take things that aren't exactly his to give to people who appear to need them. He doesn't really comprehend possession, being a dragon with no possessions of his own, he just sees things and knows his friends would like them!
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Post by bailiwick on Jan 11, 2013 14:48:03 GMT -5
Dark brown eyes met H'tep's and he smiled in exchange, tiredly. He nodded his head to the green in silent approval. He didn't want to think about the changes that might soon come their way - the corner of his lip pulled back in a small defeated smile and he wrapped an arm around Xuqulzeth's as if for comfort.
Do not be so troubled. Xuqulzeth is here. You will make it good.
The herder almost jumped, having nearly forgotten about the new voice inside his head in the silence of his eating.
{You are right.} he attempted to mentally reassure, pushing the concerns from his mind... but only just.
Xuqulzeth would have become incensed at Bassienth's claim could he have heard it. She was no Queen to him, he was master of all he could see in more ways than one. One gleaming eye caught the other dragonets for a brief moment before he went back to eating. A King needs his strength. G'ris was hardly paying attention to how much the dragon was eating, though, and soon found his bucket empty.
He reached for another, replying to Requezzia at the same time. "This is Xuqulzeth. He named me...G'ris."
There was suddenly a commotion, however, from his Bronze as the new bucket reached them, full of....the head of a yellow dragon.
You will not feed me this, G'ris! There is something in it. Something....broken. I will not have it.
Broken? The little yellow looked fine.
It does not reach out. It does not speak. I cannot---it is wrong. It has not matched. It has wandered in its brokenness. Death will come. Xuqulzeth recoiled from G'ris' shoulders in some form of displeasure and made an audiable rumble low in his throat.
Sympathy and worry flooded the herder, who immediately reached out to touch the small yellow face poking about. "Let's get you back to the sands, huh?" he hissed to Requezzia and Hakotep softly, "Needs to find a Candidate still!" and there was no reason not to help. He was a helper. A herder. And this one needed to get back to the Sands.
He stood and gestured the yellow to Xuqulzeth. "Follow us, hm?" could it hear? He didn't know. "Friends. Come on. You need your One."
The Bronze immediately scoffed and resisted, fussing that he was hungry and it was entirely wrong and beneath his stature and----{I'll be slow with the oil, then.} came the gently teasing reply. {It won't take but a moment.}
Xuqulzeth snorted greatly, flashed his golden wings and grumped. Between the two of them they seemed ready to lead the tiny yellow back to the Sands, if it would even follow them at all. It seemed...happy, but entirely off!
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Post by Boo on Jan 11, 2013 15:32:09 GMT -5
So they did get new names. Ezzia wondered briefly why that was but then decided she liked her name. It reflected her beauty and wonder should it have been changed, she would have had something to say about that. "Yes, Bessienth I- ugh." A yellow head poked over her shoulder and it was only the surprise that had made her reaction so adverse. She stared at the dragonet and then searched for her candidate who should be keeping better control of their dragonet. Seeing no one she rearranged her features into a neutral one and then looked at G'ris as he spoke. "Oh... How did it get out here then?"
She does not speak. I feel no mind. Ezzia turned at the thoughts from her own dragon and then looked at the yellowish one. Well good thing she had a much better dragonet. This one was bound to be a trouble maker. How disrupting.
Bessienth seemed to sigh and then got to her own feet, prancing past the yellow with the intention of leading her back to the sands. Fool of a yellow but she supposed it was better she try than to watch her sister go between as she would have done. Perhaps with a second look she might find another, better bonded. The cyan headbutted the yellow softly and then put a wing around her, trying to push her and guide her to the candidates on the sands. If she got bitten then between to her sister but she would do what she could. Look again, my lady. She could not feel the mind but had decided to speak to her anyway. The title was said, again, without irony but she cared not for the yellow and nor did she respect her. It was just expected. Ezzia had watched for a while but then with a huff, got to her feet and followed.
"Well I am sorry but I can't very well control the plague can I? That was Weaver hall's decision not ours." Rayna replied shortly, then, more kindly, "I know this is confusing but it is tradition. You must take her to the buckets. The consequences for her betweening now would be dire for her, us and you." Rayna placed a hand on the woman's shoulder preemptively, ready to push her on her way. If nothing else, perhaps the angry voice of a gold would persuade her. Rayna knew she needed patience but it was difficult to attain when she was already so frustrated with the whole hatching.
"There is no reason you cannot complete your studies. We have many others who have done so." Now they would also have to write something to the weaver hall telling them a journeyman would be remaining with them for two turns or more. Hurray. More paperwork. Journeymen were not necessarily uncommon but neither was it desired that they be lost especially if they had high hopes for mastery.
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Post by Ondine on Jan 11, 2013 16:59:39 GMT -5
She'd just made another mistake, Ondine thought to herself, as Sian's face drained of blood. The only thing that she'd said was that Kai had Impressed to a Brown, and if she wanted him there. Well, maybe she was just remembering what she had done to his face in the panic after punching a dragon in the snout. Or perhaps there was something else that she had missed, something that she didn't understand about Sian. Maybe she just hadn't pieced it together yet. She'd requested Ondine instead of A'lan...despite that he was a Journeyman instead of an Apprentice (okay, so she was close, and it practically didn't matter, but still)...no, she didn't know yet.
But it would appear that she had also gotten past whatever hangup she had about it, or whatever had scared her, because she wanted his presence after all. Ondine nodded, noting the small bit about 'Whether he wants me' at the end there. So she wasn't as stoic as she had appeared to be. Or, at least, was worrying about the state of her friendship. Well, Ondine certainly could understand that, but she didn't think that Kai was leaving his friend just yet. Even if his friend was suddenly a different gender. Or maybe they had all known about that.
Which brought her to another worry, besides just making sure that Sian was actually able to sit upright right now. Would her patient be getting much sleep tonight? Well, she better, because Ondine wasn't about to let anyone through unless the new Weyrling requested it, or if she was abruptly staring down one of the Leaders. The rest of the Weyr could wait, thank you, until she'd gotten her first night's sleep.
The healer chuckled, though, at waiting until it was all over. “Believe me, we'll wait until it's all over. No need to get you to the infirmary, after all. But alright, gimme a second.” She closed her eyes, and asked Dilath to do something for her. Within a moment, the Pink understood what her partner wanted, and that cheerful voice spoke to K'oa. Ooooh, a Brown! Congratulations! Mine wants you to know that Sian will want to see you later. The way things usually go is we all go to a big feast, and the humans eat many bubbly pies, but you can do whatever you want during that time, so if you go there, and listen to the speech that the Weyrlingmaster will make, then you can leave after that and find her in the Infirmary. And if Iroh Impresses, she can come too!
And the Healer smiled. “Okay, he knows. I imagine he'll come after whatever speech the Weyrlingmaster gives.” At this point, finally turned to Rax and acknowledged him, “It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Ondine.” Oooh, and what a gorgeous hunk of manflesh he was. Unfortunately, he was also off limits if he was related to Sian, simply because sleeping with a patient's relative was never a good idea for at least a few sevendays after treatment. “Can I ask how you know Sian? If she wants you along, you can come with us to the infirmary...” And have a private place to talk, should that be needed.
The supremely happy Pink looked over at Shalith, eyes as blue as his hide, and her happy voice rang into his mind. Hi! I'm Dilath. I searched your Bonded, and her friends. What's your name?[/i]
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Maal was watching the Yellow scurry about. What was wrong with her? She certainly didn't seem like a normal dragonet, but then, he'd never seen a Yellow hatch before either. Maybe they all did this. She certainly wasn't Impressing to anyone though. And more, she seemed...confused. Whether that was by some inner alchemy that he recognized that, or there was another way that he interpreted the dragonet's body language, who knew, but that was a confused Yellow.
She hadn't spoken to his mind yet, like the Blue had earlier, and like several of the other adult dragons had. But maybe...well, he could hope. He wanted a dragon, and a sweet little yellow like this would be wonderful. When she came over to him, letting him pet her a bit, looking up and into his eyes, his heart jumped high into his throat, Maybe!...and then she went away. Went to the rest of the Weyrlings. But he wanted her...even if her eyes didn't look at him and sparkle with Impression. He knew that the right dragon would come for him, one day, but shards if right now, he just wanted it to be her.
Can you hear me, little dragon? Of course she couldn't, he wasn't telepathic like actual dragons, but it never hurt to dream, right? Can you hear me calling out? Find your bond little Yellow, and live. Because it would hurt so much to watch her Between. Even he knew that immutable rule, and the longer she waited, the more likely it was that she might die...and that would be a terrible way to start off his very first hatching.
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Post by RavenSong on Jan 11, 2013 19:27:59 GMT -5
Naras nodded to Naanell, smiling warmly.
"Of course you can continue your studies with me," he said, making it easy for her, precluding any need for dastardly plans. "This is my daughter, Naraevhyn of Green Simhath." Nara nodded to Naanell, returning her focus to the Sands. She wanted to know the details of the Hatching and wouldn't be deterred long. "We'll speak on this more after the Hatching. Perhaps in the evening, when you and Naanesk waken? He doesn't seem happy."
"He is a wher, Father. They are never happy."
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N'yn's interest was split almost evenly between Sian and Vyna. He desperately wanted his twin sister to Impress too. While their rivalry had been a prevalent part of their life, it was a friendly one, and he didn't want to be the one Impressing first. Well, okay, he already was, but he didn't want to be the only twin to Impress. He worried that Vyna would be mad at him for being "better", when really he was just lucky. Profoundly lucky. He wouldn't want to change it, because Eidukth was just perfect in every way, but he wanted Vyna to have the same happiness he did.
Why do you feel so much for your Vyna? Eidukth asked, sitting drowsily beside him.
"Because she's my twin sister," N'yn said to his Cyan. He hadn't quite figured out that he could talk telepathically to her.
What does that mean?
"It means we were born at the same time. Humans don't hatch, we're born. Our mommas carry us in their bellies and we come out of their... um... well anyways we come out without an eggshell or anything, and usually only one baby grows in a momma's belly at a time. Vyna and me are special because we're not identical twins. Twins are rare! Like your momma. Your momma's one of the only two twin tans. But we're not as rare as your momma."
Oh! Ohh. I see, I think. Why is it like that?
"Because there isn't much room in a human for more than one baby all the time. It's like your egg, there was only enough room in there for you, right?"
Right, I think I get it. Eidukth looked over to Sian as Nartovyn did, tilting her head as she regarded Shalith. N'yn, I'm sleepy.
"Okay! Go ahead and sleep, Eidukth! I'll carry you around, okay?" He carefully picked Eidukth up, barely managing her. "Ooh. You're lighter than I thought you'd be. I bet you'll be too big for this real soon, though." He carried Eidukth closer to Sian, glancing over at Vyna as dragonets passed her by. He frowned, not noticing the black as he hid behind Unath. Staying a respectful distance away, he called out to Sian.
"Hey Sian! Is that still your name, or did your name change like mine did? I'm N'yn now, and this is Eidukth. Congratulations on Impressing, Sian! You'll be an awesome dragonrider, no matter what. You're pretty awesome." He flashed her a reassuring smile. Even if Sian was actually a girl, he didn't care. She was a dragonrider now, which made her cooler than an average guy anyways. "Don't be upset over what the Bronze did, okay Sian? I don't think anyone's going to care. And if they do... well, whatever. They don't know you, they don't know how awesome you are, and if they think you're bad because you want to be a boy more than a girl they can shard off between. You're my friend. I'll protect you from dumb people, okay? And I bet Shalith will too. Eidukth told me his name." His smile brightened.
He looked over to Vyna just in time to see her Impress. With Eidukth in his arms, he was limited in how he could react. He settled for a bright, joyous smile in his twin's direction.
"Yay! Vyna Impressed too! Oh that's great, I was so worried that I'd Impress and she wouldn't." He watched as Vyna headed over to the feeding area and claimed a bucket. He would wait, and he'd be quiet, just like she wanted. His attention turned to the wandering Yellow, wondering why the wee beastie was in the feeding area.
"Go back out there! Your person's out there!" he told the Yellow, waving a hand at the remaining Candidates. "Go on, we all have dragons here. We can't be your person." He looked to the adults for direction, wondering what to do about the Yellow.
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Hemetath watched the Yellow, remaining with the other adult dragons despite his rider's departure. He tilted his head curiously as he tried to communicate with the Yellow. He couldn't feel her mind.
Go, he said as loudly as he could to the Yellow, his eyes tinged with the yellow-orange of worry. Find Yours. Accompanying his words was an image of the Candidates, as well as the need to find one. He wasn't sure if his words got through. He hoped they did, though he was sure the Yellow was not long for the world.
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Post by Cathaline on Jan 11, 2013 22:22:57 GMT -5
Though the yellow could not hear any of the dragons who attempted to bespeak her, Anya came through loud and clear. Gotta have a rider? But all these people were too big, and she was so small! Varkyr had suggested that term as well, and she tried to figure it out. If the rider made her grow big and strong, then maybe it was okay she wasn’t big enough just yet? G’ris proceeded to get up to try to lure her away, and the yellow wavered, confused. She had a vague sense that she had a duty, a responsibility, a job. All these people seemed to be telling her she was right about that, which was comforting. And she wanted to do it. She wanted to be useful. But even more than that...she wanted to be loved. To be heard. Hello! Hell-o?[/i] she tried. She tried as hard as she could, but none of the dragonets could react to her, nor their riders, nor anyone else. There was nothing to hear. She had the words, but she didn’t know how to get them out of her own mind; if she could have used her vocal chords like a human, she would have. But she couldn’t. There was a lot to do here that was interesting, but all they would do was tell her to go away. What was she supposed to do? Be like the blue? Was she supposed to bring food to one of them and say, Please be my rider, and then they would hear her? Bessienth actually put a wing around her to drive her forward, and the yellow took a few halting steps before ducking away anxiously. It had to be something about the buckets. Everybody had a bucket, and Niddath took a bucket. She chirped to the cyan and G’ris to just hold on, and rushed back to fetch one, hauling it along as she finally began to follow them. It was tough work, because she used her paws like she’d seen the humans do, not her jaws like a sensible dragon. Sometimes the meat fell out, and she stopped to stuff it, now sand-covered, back in. She would get this bucket to her rider if it was the last thing she did! The yellow made it back to the Candidates, and nodded to G’ris and Bessienth that their work was done. She triumphantly presented Maal, the first one she came across, with a raw, bloody cut of herdbeast and said hopefully, You’re very small, so perhaps you can ride me?[/i] Nothing. Emptiness, like the spinning void of space. She tried the same trick with Varkyr, and then sighed gustily and ate a piece herself while she thought about this, tormented. Her eyes wandered back to the feeding area, and she watched her siblings eat, and bond. The healers fluttered among them, making sure all was well; the yellow focused on the way Sian clung to Raxeris’s hand. That looked...nice. Comforting, and kind. The yellow perched on her hind legs again, and slowly, her paws pressed together, her claws folding against each other as she held her own hand. Miserable, a little bit, insofar as she could be miserable, she looked up again at the summer sky, speckled with stars whose strength and light grew with every passing moment as the night deepened. She was lonely. It was a big, big universe. All the other dragons communicated in a way she couldn’t. Surrounded by a vast crowd waiting to see what she would do, she was still on the outside, looking in. Without someone to show her the way, she would never be like the others. She turned her attention back to the white robes. They were nice people, but unlike her siblings, she could not sense them; she could only see them. She didn’t have the knowledge to interpret their shifting or their expressions. They were as alien to her as she was to them, though she badly wished it wasn’t so. One of them caught her eye. Irohvyne had clasped her hands together, just like the yellow did before. She must be sad and lonely too! Scampering over, the yellow sat up on her hind legs beside Iroh and reached out for her. Her paw slipped, fumbling, into Iroh’s hand, and the yellow looked up. And as soon as Iroh finally looked back at her... Click. There it was. Her name! And Irohvyne’s name! All the dragonet’s uncontainable emotion spilled out in a heartbeat, and tangled with Iroh’s, forever entwined. It was a moment of perfect, shining connection; Iroh unknowingly wrote herself in blazing letters on the yellow’s soul, and the dragonet did the same right back. This was how it felt not to be alone; this was how it felt to be whole, for the very first time. This was someone else’s emotions, flooding into the baby’s mind, and here were her emotions back, all her curiosity and goodness and compassion and strength. Things might seem cloudy and sad right now, but they would get better. Everything could get better, and the yellow could get better, too. She could learn, if Iroh taught her, how to show other people what she felt, now that she knew what someone else’s mind felt like in the first place. For one endless moment while her eyes whirled rainbow, they were together, complete, and nothing was broken, and everything was perf- And then...then it was gone. The door slammed shut; the dragonet was on the inside, now, and she would never go away, but she lost the connection to their shared emotions and didn’t know how to get it back. It didn’t come to her easily, like it did to the others. She gave a startled “awk” and rose up higher, trying to become tall enough to see Iroh more clearly. But she had seen her. She had seen every fibre of Iroh’s being, and Iroh had seen her. I...roh? I-roh![/i] The name sounded halting, but it did sound, echoing in Iroh’s mind, heard at last. It was only a word when a moment before it had been everything, as big as the world. Sharing emotion, sharing images, that was a bit beyond her capability, at least for now. Valeath. I’m Valeath.[/i] Somehow the words no longer felt empty, even though they were; just the knowledge that somebody heard them was enough, for now, and she kept talking, faster and more excited by the second. Who’s that? Who’s THAT? You love them? I love them! Do they have names? I found my name, you had it all along! Don’t let go of my hand. I’m here for you. Oh, I’m hungry. I’m starving! I was alone in the egg. My mama didn’t talk to me. What are we supposed to do? I saw silver falling from the sky. I saw it when I met you. Show me again. Show me everything! Where are you? Don’t let go! Can you feed me? That smells good. I forgot my bucket! What’s up there? Let’s go eat. Who are they? I know them, I can’t feel them. They have names too but they had them before, didn’t they? I don’t know if they heard me say hello. Should I say it again? Hello! Hello, I’m Valeath![/i] Yellow Valeath, Impressed to Irohvyne [/color][/center] Appearance: 36 feet. Valeath is delicately but proudly built; though her limbs are slender and her neck is long and graceful, she will grow to be fairly compact, leaving no one in doubt that she is strong enough to get the job done. She is the pale yellow of sunrise, with a slightly pinkish tinge to her underbelly. Due to the failings of her telepathy, she is more prone to using body language than most dragons; she also has a strong tendency to mimic human behaviours even when it makes her life harder, and sometimes slips up and refers to her paws as “hands.” (F7DEA1)
Personality: Valeath is many things, but perhaps the first thing anyone will learn about her is that her telepathy is stunted. She feels things, very deeply; she is neither stupid nor cold. Quite the opposite, really! It's just that she has no idea how to share emotion the way other dragons do. All the unspoken pieces of communication - feelings, images, even the shared comprehension of other dragons' names - are missing; she uses only words, and for a dragon, this is a devastating setback. Once her bond with Irohvyne has been cemented, she will be perfectly capable of learning and of touching the minds of others, though she will likely always lag behind other dragons. It doesn't help that she's naturally socially inept, either; she is good-hearted, but she doesn't always understand what people want, much less what they need. She's a natural blunderer as a result of her curiosity and uncontainable excitement, and has a tendency to intrude where she might not be wanted. Valeath desperately wants to learn, and since she has a hard time grasping knowledge from lessons, she will do so by trying, and usually by blowing things up in the process. At heart, she is a strong, compassionate, optimistic soul who truly believes in life, and she is quite secure in who she is, though her own flaws make her a little sad sometimes.
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Ruin
Wingrider
ruinct[M:-786]
We build the worlds we wouldn't mind living in
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Post by Ruin on Jan 12, 2013 0:05:36 GMT -5
The cream-coloured dragonet was gone, yet they had not yet been dismissed, and Irohvyne had begun to fight the urge to fidget in place. It was probably on Q’sis’ prerogative that they were being kept here, or perhaps the Candidatemasters had decided that one form of punishment should be sweating out pounds of water weight in partial repayment of their very large debts—whatever the reason was, the Holderwoman was quite certain that she disagreed with the motive whole-heartedly. Her fellow Candidates seemed somewhat distracted, perhaps looking after the final hatchling and the newly-Impressed, or perhaps they were less inclined to hide their restlessness. Not that she could blame them, it was pure luck that she hadn’t adopted the poor habit of sighing as a means to amuser herself—unlike some of her younger, far more dramatic, sisters.
It became trying as time wore on, when each moment seemed marked only by another trailing drop of sweat down her body, or another lick of heated air against her neck cast by a fluttered wingsail from on-high, but she remained much like stone, that is until something touched her. It was startling due to the force behind it, as if the toucher had slipped while enacting the motion applying force to the touchee, but she recovered when she found a bright forepaw in her hands. The talons were soft and translucent, still hardening from birth, and it made her wonder how the creatures managed to do so much harm when young—and how much they could manage when grown. The pale hide upon her fair skin was soft, like the well-tanned leathers she was fond of from the tannercrafters, and since it was so very close she ran her thumb along it—giving in to her curiosity.
Heartbeats may have passed, probably less, her eyes soaking it all in with the practice of a woman who needed to make observations for politicking, and she had honestly expected the hatchling to depart—but it did not. Given no other option, Iroh cautiously lifted her eyes from where they rested on the joining of flesh and hide to the hatchling’s knobby face—slowly lest she incite the creature’s wroth with her impertinence—and felt the world fall away around her. Even if they had been bathed in darkness, Iroh knew every facet of those large swirling eyes would have glowed from within, filled with every hue of expression that dragons could muster. Silvery blues bounced from corner to corner within each compartment, chasing the tails of greens, oranges, reds, yellows, and deep purples.
That would have been enough to get lost in, those twin orbs of rainbow splintered light, but the hatchling’s mind met hers as deeply as her eyes had, and it was them. Only them. It had always been them. There was no part of her that the dragon could not see; there was no worry, or fear, or regret that she did not know, re-experience, accept, and forgive simultaneously in an understanding that could only come from a bond that Irohvyne had dismissed as slavery. As the dragonet came to know her, she in turn came to know the spindly creature that clung to her—holding her in place with whirling eyes and whirling mind. Iroh saw all in her that she wanted to show the world, but could not, all of her need to see, and learn, and understand, all of her kindness.
She was the world, and the world was beautiful.
And then the world ended. Of course, it didn’t really, did it? Nothing like that could ever simply cease to exist, but suddenly it was gone, and it left Irohvyne slack of jaw and wide in mouth with surprise. The dragonet sounded in her ear with what could have only been her own surprise, and rose up on her thickly muscled hind legs. The noise and the movement both, snapped Iroh’s attention back onto the moment, but belatedly, and when her eyes focused on those of the dragon’s—her dragon?—she found the hatchling caught in her own approximation of human expression. Her knobby head tilted sideways, mouth slack with blue tongue lolling out, she was, perhaps, being surprised like her Iroh was. The silliness of it caused the Holderwoman—Dragonrider?—to snap her jaw shut with a mild twinge of embarrassment.
The hatchling did the same, but Iroh did not have time to remark on it before her mind was filled with a voice, Valeath’s voice: A voice she knew as if she had known it forever, one that she would never forget, and would always hear—if she listened. Or apparently even when she didn’t. Suddenly that voice exploded, word after word building into a torrent that ran like a swollen river through her mind: Like powerful water it eroded her own thoughts, pulled them away from her and swirled them into the cascade as it fell, leaving her nearly breathless as she waited for its culmination which never seemed to come. Apparently it would not…not yet, and the Holderwoman turned Weyrling, who had an answer for everything, and words to spare when they were bidden, could only give her darling Valeath a quiet ”Um.”
This was soon followed by a more commanding ”uh,” as she stepped away from the dragonet don’t let go! but she had to let go, because they couldn’t just stand here forever. Can you feed me? That was what the others were doing, so it seemed like the best option for the moment. She nodded, and backed away from the dragonet, watching as the Yellow scented the soiled meat bucket she had apparently brought with her, before she began shambling after her Irohvyne in the awkward gait dragons were known for—which looked even more ridiculous on a baby whose skin was drying out from the length of their stay on the hot Sands without a bonded.
I forgot my bucket!
They’d made it all of two steps and already Valeath was away again, which would have told Iroh all she would need to know about how this would go, if their brief endless tangling hadn’t already told her. The slender hatchling straddled the metal pail between her long hind feet, perplexing Iroh momentarily, but all was explained when she curled her dexterous forepaws around the handle and lifted the bucket from the sandy ground. If a dragon’s walk is peculiar, then this was certainly a way to make it even worse: Lifted up onto her powerful hind toes, using only the strength of her haunches, Valeath began to walk. Smaller forearms extended beneath the weight of the meat, the pail still swung freely between her hind legs in thanks to their length, but it was the bizarre dance of her wings and tail that hypnotized her Iroh.
Val’s delicate wingarms and fingers spread wide the deceptively fragile sails, and lifted above her back to fan out…and then in…and then out again: Each side a balance that moved in time with each ungainly—but determined—step she took with her hind legs. Behind her like a banner waved her tail up and down to counter her forequarters, though it wobbled from muscles not yet strengthened from her time spent coiled in her shell. Iroh was perplexed, but she did not want to dismiss her dragon’s curiosities out of hand, even when the voice said what’s up there and she realized Valeath had stopped to contemplate the stars. Before she could answer, which was probably best, let’s go eat urged her on.
As they neared the feeding area to the stream of Valeath’s running query, Iroh could only give Kai the most confused—almost desperate—look, as if he, in all of his infinite wisdom Impressing a quarter mark before her, would know what she was supposed to do; but they had been trained for this, hadn’t they? Even if she had not wanted it—when she didn’t know what it was that she didn’t want—she had learned. It was beside her tall friend and his Brown that they finally settled, and after Iroh had settled on the ground—so grateful to at last be sitting—she gently accepted the pail from Valeath’s forepaws and fished in it for a hunk of meat (discarding the one that was covered in sand) Why ”Sand doesn’t taste good,” she replied simply, looking up at Kai with an apologetic blush.
Val accepted the meat because her hungry stomach said she should, but her head was already craning toward Geth, her mindvoice not impeded by her mastication. Hello! Hello, I’m Valeath! What is your name? My name is Valeath, and this, this is Iroh! He was there, right in front of her, but yet he wasn’t. She could not feel him, not even in the way that she could now at least speak to Iroh—though she couldn’t feel her anymore either. You look like these, she announced to the Brown who would not hear her, nosing a few of the tiny stones beneath her feet toward him as emphasis. Iroh held out another hunk of meat to the hatchling, in preparation for when she would want another, but was perplexed.
They had been taught to watch for overeating…to feel it…but she couldn’t feel her dragon could she? Was this normal? If it was normal then the Candidatemasters had done a lot of lying—or embellishing—about dragonbond during lessons. ”Oil,” she called to one of the nearby drudges, because at least she could see the flakes beginning to peel from Val’s hide, and the ripple of her flesh in irritation. ”Kai—well I suppose your name is elided now—can you feel your dragon? Like they said we would, his hunger and…” the words faded on her lips as she gave over to confusion and uncertainty, and in that moment her gaze drifted from Kai to Valeath, and then over to the Healers, and Sian.
Oh! I saw his face in your head, you felt so warm, but he isn’t anymore is he, he is like us, why is that? I’ll go ask, I’ll be right back! and before she could so much as utter ‘no’, the Yellow was prancing across the small distance that separated the camps, leaving a trail of dust motes that sparkled in the limited glow-light that illuminated her. Immediately Irohvyne tried to reach for her, like they had been taught, to will her back, to control her, but there wasn’t a way—there wasn’t an opening. Gasping with the realization that she had no way to stop her, Iroh scrambled to her feet, rump in the air as she scattered meat and pail in separate directions as she tried to lever herself up with her hands.
Nearly tripping on her robes in her haste, she practically stumbled across the open expanse of bare rock after her dragon, gaining ground only barely and reaching her right as Valeath ducked her head over Ondine’s shoulder to peer at Sian. Hello! Hello, I am Valeath, I saw you! I saw you in a...in a..., I saw you inside Iroh! I saw— Arriving on her heels, Iroh threw her arms around the Yellow’s shoulders, cupping her wings to her sides and hoisting her back—though due to her size she really only managed to pull the hatchling back onto her hind legs, instead of far, far away like she had wanted. ”I’m so, so sorry,” Iroh said as Valeath honked, startled—because how could she know her Rider was coming when she couldn’t feel her Rider’s intentions—but her bonded’s vocal words soothed her almost immediately, and her spinning eyes smoothed once more into a gentle swirl.
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Rappu
Pridesecond
rapct[M:55]
Sailor Melty Rainbow Death
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Post by Rappu on Jan 12, 2013 13:18:09 GMT -5
The Hatching was a complete disaster. Analucia watched, shocked, how the candidates milled around the dragonets, how Unath threw Irohvyne around, how Aysha actually went and broke an egg. The nerve! She shook her head quietly at the commotion. Dalibor tended to have chaotic hatchings, yes, but this was certainly the icing on top of the cake. Hopefully no-one from Fort had come to watch. How could the tans let the candidates get away with it? Dalahirath, on the other hand, squealed and giggled in delight. This was interesting! And she was here! Aysha would be talk of the Weyr for a while now, as would Sian. And she could tell everyone allll about it. Her sharp eyes recorded every movement, every hatchling crawling across the sands. The bronze's attack against Sian. She didn't understand the collective gasp that followed it. How can they tell Sian is a girl? Miiine? Is h...she more slender? What do you think? Analucia had averted her eyes at the attack. Being stripped naked in front of an audience must have been terrible, and she was not going to be one of the impolite, peering spectators. "Dalahirath! No, you shouldn't look. It's not proper. I will explain it to you later," she said firmly. Dalahirath could tell boy and girl dragons apart, but humans were difficult.
Calmera sat in the audience, silently fuming. The candidates could not behave but then again, they were dumb kids and these two tans weren't exactly showing the kind of authority queens should show on the Sands. "Q'sis really should know better," she mumbled to Minanth as Irohvyne was lifted into the air and thrown about. Riders should lead by example, not drop on the kids' level. Tans aren't very smart, everyone knows that. When I have my eggs they will pay proper respect. And my children will be better than those! My children will be well-behaved and nice, not hellions that tear people's clothing. Do you think I should go cheer that poor Sian girl up? Smiling at her dragon's tone, Calmera shook her head. "No, I think you should let her be. And you aren't going to clutch anytime soon, princess. Right?" Her tone wavered only a little. If this was a tan clutching, what would Minanth's be like? Would the orange go and eat candidates?
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Post by thyme on Jan 12, 2013 19:53:49 GMT -5
“It was Fort Weyr’s decision to bar their Holds,” Frayya snapped. It had never been the Weaver Crafthall’s decision. The gold rider should know that given Fort’s refusal to open their Holds to them for Search. The Weyr might have done well to Search from Fort’s areas. They had obviously not Searched their own Holds properly otherwise the hatchlings would never have sought out a rider amongst the spectators. “I understand that wearing white is also a tradition,” She said as she shrugged off the woman’s hand like it was a poisonous tunnelsnake.
Frayya’s eyebrows rose skeptically but she managed to stop herself just short of rolling her eyes. She didn’t believe that for a second. Dalibor couldn’t afford to let any able-bodied dragonriders leave for the Turns getting a Mastery required. Pern had already entered another Pass and Dalibor was understrength as it was. Besides it wasn’t like the crafthall was outfitted for dragons! Where would she put Sixwith during a ‘Fall? Frayya froze realizing that not only had she just spoken the tan’s name but had thought of their future together. Well…shards.
{Your stomach is growling, Frayya.} Sixwith commented. “My stomach is growling because you’re hungry,” Frayya responded out-loud then realizing that she had not only acknowledged its presence but its effect on her she let out a string of well-chosen curses. {Don’t be ridiculous. The dead do not need to eat.} “Oh! I’m the ridiculous one, am I?” She said with her voice halfway between menacing and exasperated. She could kick herself for responded. The more she did the more she could feel the hatchling claiming those parts of her mind.
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Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
booct[M:-425]
Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
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Post by Boo on Jan 12, 2013 21:17:56 GMT -5
Rayna's gaze narrowed even more and she removed her hand as it was shaken off. "It was not our decision." She reiterated irritably, "Weyrs do not control the halls. It was closed to Searches true and the plague made it difficult to return but the plague is over. It is summer now and you could have departed as soon as you were able but you didn't. Why was that?" Rayna could feel pain pressing against her brow, a worsening headache only serving to make her more frustrated. All she wanted was to leave and sleep away from all this. Everything here would come at her in the morning. All that had happened. Why did she even bother coming down?
"I will write a letter to the masterweavers if you so wish. In fact, I believe I will be doing that anyway. When I have a response, Journeyman, I will let you know. In the meantime get down there and feed her. Unfortunately, now, you fall under our jurisdiction. Keep this up and your dragon really will pass on. I don't know about you but I am pretty sure no one even a Hall will take kindly to a forced betweening because you refused to feed her. I will not have another dragon die on my watch." Images of Sicriath flew through her head for a moment as she stepped closer to Frayya. "Rest assured a full report will be made to your craftmasters." Including a special report on speaking out of rank. Rayna was by far fed up with this. She had tried to be patient and understanding but patience had been running thin since the hatching started. Patience was not one of her virtues. No wonder this woman was so difficult. She was from Fort likely come here to cause problems for them. A spy perhaps. It would not be the first time.
A loud rumble could be heard from the heights as Couineth voiced her own displeasure. She wanted to go NOW. Rayna was wasting time and she wanted to get her beauty sleep. Why had she even allowed Rayna to come down here? Next hatching they would not go down there. I want you to come here NOW and oil me. I'm sick of this I hate it and she's stealing all my attention Mine. I will come down there and take them to their stupid food.
(ooc: poor Frayya catching her at the end of a bad day =( Let me know if you're happy for Rayna/Cou to push her/take her there though xD That will be the next step haha)
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Nia
Sr. Weyrwoman
niact[M:-790]
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Post by Nia on Jan 12, 2013 22:42:05 GMT -5
The Stands Impression bothered Avalle, if only because the girl seemed to be very strongly rejecting her dragon. Avalle could feel another headache brewing, but she was glad that Rayna was down there to handle the new Tanrider and her odd-looking dragon. Though Avalle was slowly growing to dislike Tans, it would be a problem if the girl's dragon went between because the girl rejected her. But that was the least of their problems right now. Rayna was good at getting people to do what she wanted, so there hopefully wouldn't be a problem.
Now, to deal with the rest of this trainwreck. Avalle rubbed her temples again and sighed. Right. Q'sis later, Candidatemasters now. Send a message to Waroth and Weslieth, let them know I want to talk with Theirs, she told Callistath. They weren't in trouble, of course. The idiocy of the Candidates was rarely the actual fault of the Candidatemasters and mostly the fault of the Candidates themselves. Something must have been lost in transmission here, and she was going to get down to the bottom of it. Waroth, Weslieth, Callistath started the message, Mine would like to talk with Yours. We are going to make sure something like this never happens again. [/i] The we was a uniform we, as in all six of them were going to discuss. The Gold kept her usual politeness, although there was a hit of exasperation in her tone. Hatching problems were perhaps the pair's biggest pet peeve out there, and this was a disaster like they'd never even seen before. Callistath was just thankful most of these Candidates had not been present at her own Hatching. She disliked losing her temper. As for Q'sis, Avalle knew they had to at least let him know he was in trouble. Callistath decided on this message herself. We will be having a word with you later,[/color] Callistath directed, bypassing Unath and instead sending the message to Q'sis. It was useless to direct it to Unath anyway. The poor Tan's head was empty. That was also a courtesy she didn't feel like extending to the Tanrider. With their plans in order, Avalle stood up and got herself ready to leave. The Hatching was over and she was completely done. All that remained was to watch and make sure the idiotic Candidates-turned-Weyrlings managed to feed their hatchlings without shoving the meat in their eyesockets or something equally "creative". Perhaps she could talk with F'reki too about his new class. The Weyrlingmaster was known for his creative punishments, and Avalle wasn't about to let the new Bluerider and Pinkrider get off the hook, either. They had to know their behavior was wrong, and they had to be reprimanded for it. Maybe she could ask F'reki to help her come up with a suitable punishment for Q'sis as well....[/blockquote][/size]
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Lan
Weyrlingmaster
lanct[M:-1025]
Nomming ALL the kidpets!
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Post by Lan on Jan 12, 2013 23:45:37 GMT -5
Shilath says we can meet them at the Infirmary. Geth relayed the message to his new rider, although there was a familiar grumpy tone in his voice. He didn't much like the blue telling him not to break any rules. Of course he wouldn't break any rules! He wasn't stupid. With a grunt he returned to eating, K'oa feeding him bite after bite as he had been taught by his Candidatemaster. There was a brief pause when Dilath contacted him as well--he shuddered as the pink's mindvoice invaded him like a thousand bugs crawling along his skin. It wasn't her fault, really. There was no reason for him to hate her, other than his ridiculous habit of wanting to shoot the messenger. The content of her message did ease Kai's mind just a little bit, however. Sian wanted to see him. It was an idea that almost rectified the damage that had been done on the sands, although not quite. He was still hurt. Somewhere deep inside him lurked a feeling that he had been lied to, shoved around, and betrayed. But he loved Sian. They had been together for ages and together they had faced so many trials and tribulations. Together they had come out of this messed-up situation as dragonriders. So she had broken his nose and shoved him away and even lied to him? Well... he wasn't sure what would happen next, but Sian's message that she wanted him there did much to soothe some of his feelings of abandonment.
The next thing he knew Irohvyne was with him, toting along what appeared to be a very confused yellow. So she had Impressed too! He managed a contorted smile, one of the many burdens falling from his heart. The three of them would stay together after all. A swell of emotion bundled up in his throat at the sight of her there next to him. Maybe things would turn out okay after all... and for a moment he allowed himself to hope. They had each of them given up their futures, but at least they would be together. The glimmer of the moment was gone, though, when he saw her eyes searching the Healer's Camp. His followed again and he sighed. Things would never be the same. They would never be together like they had been before. Each of them had their dragon to attend to and now Sian would occupy a different Barrack. Irohvyne would not be alone, which was an upside, but what would K'oa do without his friend to break the pauses between the other males' stupidity?
"I'm still Kai," he told her as he fed Geth a few more pieces from the bucket he had been given. The brown grunted grumpily. You're K'oa, he explained with some emphasis. K'oa gave him a cold stare and the brown gave another grunt, then started eating once more. Of course he was K'oa now... but this was his friend. If she didn't want to call him that she didn't have to. He wasn't even sure he'd know to respond to such a name. "And yeah, I guess..." He looked over at Irohvyne, confused about the question. The extent at which he could feel his dragon was unexplored, more out of necessity than a lack of curiosity. But he could feel Geth's hunger and how it subsided with each mouthful of chopped-up meat. No answer would come to appease him, though, for the yellow was running on ahead and Kai was left alone once more with Geth, who had largely ignored the yellow during most of his eating. He couldn't hear her, so how was he supposed to know she was trying to interact with him? As she left, however, he did look at the pebbles that she left him with some confusion. Then, with a snort, he disregarded them again. Geth did not like to be confused.
Agreed, Waroth replied to Callistath, not bothering to hide the acerbic tone that was all-too-telling about how she felt on this matter. She did not like her kidpets acting up, even if they were hers and therefore under her protection. Errant children should be reprimanded just like anything else. She turned her attentions to her rider once more and their minds touched intimately, Avalle wishes to speak with us, Mine. Nimara sighed and thanked her, reaching up a weary hand to massage lightly at one of her temples. It seemed like there were at least three queenriders having headaches today... and the end was not quite in sight. Just because the hatching was over did not mean that the trouble was finished. "Looks like we've got a long night ahead of us," she told Jasmine with a weathered sigh. She glanced over at the yellowrider, the weariness returning to her hazel eyes now that the immediate chaos had passed. There was still plenty to worry about, but no longer was she needed to be in complete control of it all. She took upon herself the responsibility for what had happened and it weighed heavily on her shoulders. Touching Waroth's mind again, she gave the red a message to relay. Mine is ready to meet as soon as Yours is ready. There was no formality or kindness to her voice; even if she had forgotten Callistath's stealing of her man, she was still uneasy with the gold and probably always would be.
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