Minute
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Post by Minute on Mar 16, 2013 0:48:18 GMT -5
Dragons, dragons everywhere. Soon after the first dragon, the one that looked like a green yet stood at an incredible size, hatched two more were quick to follow. A blue and a cyan, both amazingly small in size. This wasn't the only surprise though. Where his siblings sparkled the blue did not, in fact he looked rather plain. Astrielle couldn't help but frown slightly at this. The others were so beautiful, so unique, glimmering all sorts of shades, while this one was rather plain. But then again he was the normal one in a clutch of gems, maybe he was the unique one after all?
While she was pondering this the blue and cyan moved off to impress, although she did not notice it until it was too late. A small surge of disappointment entered her at the sight. Alright, no blue-looking dragon for her then. It felt like they hadn't so much as glanced at her, like she wasn't even a blip on their radar. She couldn't lie to herself, it hurt. But she couldn't stand there feeling sad and disappointed, there was still a massive dragon of unknown color standing there is shades of green. If there was a dragon that she should be thinking about now wasn't that it, the one who was green as the grass, sparkled like the sun, and managed to remain a mystery? All thoughts of the blue and cyan forgotten for now she turned her gaze toward the green, trying to take in her every detail. Save the image, she could take it to paper later.
But she didn't have long to look as another egg soon burst open, a giant pink in eye-burningly bright colors bursting out. Astrielle let out a gasp and staggered back slightly, reduced to staring slack-jawed at the dragonet. For a moment there was silence, complete and utter silence. Then the silence was broken by her uttering three words, "gigantor has arrived." With that she turned her gaze back to the green, not really paying much attention to the pink other than to say those words. This green was art, and although the pink sparkled she was, well, not. Being a color so bright she couldn't bring herself to force herself to look at her, for the first time in a while she felt she had seen something that looked wrong. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and while she normally found beauty rather easily she felt there was none to be seen there. The hot pink coupled with the sparkling hide created a horrifying effect, one that hurt her eyes and she imagined one might see in a drunken stupor.
No, best keep looking at the unknown dragon that was clearly a true work of art. Her feelings could not have been made more clear by her body language, facing completely away from the pink while absolutely stating at the green. Oh how she wanted to go up and touch the dragom, see if she could feel the glowing effect of it's hide. Unable to keep herself silent any longer Astrielle called, "dear dragon the color off grass, you are a true thing of beauty." As she spoke she couldn't help but feel the first hints of desire tug at her. She didn't just want to look at that dragon, she wanted that dragon to be hers. With such a beautiful creature she could only imagine that she had the very sweetest personality, in fact there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she was absolutely perfect.
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Chimera
Weyrling
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Post by Chimera on Mar 16, 2013 7:19:33 GMT -5
The mood had certainly been slow in the Weyr. It was quite a relief to Nora when she heard Jarith calling the Candidates to the Sands. She rushed to her chest, putting on some tough leather clothes under her white robes. "Shards, better hurry up!"
Nora leapt for the door, speeding to the Sands entrance. She finally got inside, and fell face flat on the ground, hot sand getting in her eyes. A muffled "Shards!" Luckily her arm blocked part of her face. Nora rubbed the sand off and tried to ignore the pain, now more nervous than ever.
"Thank you, Jarith, for giving us this opportunity." Nora bowed to the white dragon. She calmed herself, remembering the lesson from a while ago. Even your feet...Breathe in...out. Nora thought to herself.
She watched with excitement as two dragons arrived, trying to open her mind for them. They Impressed to (now) G'lin and D'nari. She grinned, congratulating the two. Had she not been as familiar with them Nora would clap with a stronger tinge of jealous uncertainty. Two eggs were left now.
A large green-looking dragon that had hatched seemed quite annoyed. Nora felt bad for it, wondering why it was so sour. But then the pink hatched - in spite of its bright, eye-assaulting color, Nora liked this dragon a lot. Yes. Perfect lovely baby. But then the green was also lovely, and there was another unhatched egg. Nora tried to seem more exciting over the others, her smile widening with a quick wink at the hatchlings.
Finally Nora decided to copy her roommate Astrielle's move. She turned to the pink. "Dear pink dragon, some at this hatching seem to...not like you because of different things." She turned to Astrielle, wiggling her eyebrows angrily. At least it looked like she didn't like the pink. "If you don't feel I'm the one for you, don't Impress me. That's fine." Nora took a deep breath and exhaled. "But I think you are a beautiful dragon."
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princesal
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Poliwogging it up!
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Post by princesal on Mar 16, 2013 9:37:41 GMT -5
When the eggs started hatching, Dusk thought it was like every other hatching, he'd stand, he'd wait, and he'd hope to Impress. But when the first dragon had hatched, with a sparkle hide, and an indeterminable color, had Dusk trying not to move, trying not to look around to see what other people thought. It wasn't until a cyan tumbled out of her egg, that he felt surprise come over him, and his gut tightened. His first thought was that the Cyan was beautiful, the perfect color cyan in his opinion too. The second thought was that she was so small.
A little lady.
Then... what was that? Snarking, snarling... hissing?! The Cyan was so small, what if it escalated into something worse, baby dragons could be extremely dangerous, even one so small could cause some damage, but against a dragon that big... could be easily killed. His heart was tight in his throat, pounding against his apple... and a blue was hatched! The blue was even smaller than the cyan!!
He couldn't stop the smile on his face even if he tried. The bruising on his face didn't appreciate it much, but he couldn't help it. Tiny tiny baby dragons! and big too! With the sizes of the blue and cyan, he had a trickling idea that the very large green, was actually that, a green! What should he have expected from a white hatching, with a white dragon father. Seems like he should have expected his roommate, Gelin to Impress! Oh Faranth! He could stop smiling, and felt so happy for his friend! And wanted to shout and clap for him, though he heard some distinctively happy shouting coming from the stands, and dared a glance to see Genner, Gelin's father overjoyed at the situation.
Realizing that he had looked away from the baby dragons, Dusk snapped back to attention, just in time to see the argument 'won' by the tiny cyan... or it at least looked like she had won... and she was coming close. Gone were his jokes and grins and smiles, instead he was holding his breath as she came closer and closer until finally brushed against his leg. He didn't move until he heard her sweet voice in his head... kind and caring, as she called him D'nari.
D'nari.
He was D'nari, and she was... oh he felt like he had known her name his entire life, Enciath. His Enciath. Sorry about all of that! Let us leave these primitive hypocrites behind, shall we? I can't believe that they can be so uneducated! Dusk's heart was swelling as he went to one knee, and he found himself agreeing, just because everything felt so right, everything was perfect. Enciath was perfect. I'm not wrong. She is. Ah, oh well, nothing I can do about it. If they won't accept I'm right, that's their problem! I like you much better than her, anyway. I like you a lot. Obviously. You're a good person. Now, let's-- oh. Oh wait.[/i] He was reaching out to touch her, to gather her in his arms. She was his other half, she could say the sky was gold, and he'd agree right now. But he paused when she told him to wait. What is that simultaneously enticing and disgusting smell? I hate it!
Through her he could smell what she could, and it smelled like raw meat nice thick slabs of it dripping with life sustaining blood. With a big grin, he gathered her up, holding her close. He tentatively tried speaking through their mental link. That's meat. It's delicious, let's get you some before you decide it's disgusting and you hate it. I promise it's delicious.
Meat. It sounds like a horrible word. I am sure that I will not not be able to find it as wonderful as you are exclaiming it to be.
With that, D'nari walked off the sands, holding her close, his fingers running over her back, being so so careful, and when they got off, the meat buckets were there, overflowing with thick slabs of meat that he'd cut into small, bite sized pieces for Enciath. Getting closer to it, he felt a sensation of lips curling to show teeth, and touching his own, he realized they weren't his, but Enciath's, and matched with the sudden hiss, his eyes went wide and he looked down at the little Cyan who was starting at the bucket of meat like it was a pile of wherry dung.
What's wrong? It's absolutely horrid! It smells like... like... death... but also so good, my mouth water for it. It's horrid! What else is there to eat? I am definitely hungry, but I am not going to eat that! You have to eat it... it's good for you. I promise, it tastes really good... see, your brother over there is eating it. I know better than he does! No matter how good that smells, it is wrong. I know it's wrong. It's wrong.
Oh no oh no! Enciath didn't want to eat?! But even D'nari could feel the pit of hunger in his own stomach that was hers, she was so new to the world, and hungry.
How about you just try a piece?
There was a long pause as D'nari sat down in front of the bucket of meat, and keeping Enciath in his lap, he reached for a small piece, and the knife provided and cut it into an even smaller piece. The entire time, Enciath was making faces at it, until he brought it closer to her muzzle. Before he could blink, the meat was gone, swallowed down, and a quick tongue licked the remaining blood off his fingers.
Delicious, disgusting but delicious. This is not the way that it should be. I am fully against this, meat is wrongful murder! Please can I have another, mine?
Smiling, he reached for another piece of meat, cutting it in half, and fed it to Enciath who spoke about it's wrongness, deliciousness, and disgustingness with each swallow. Finally he looked over at his friend who had also impressed. "Congratulations on Impressing, Ge-... Oh, what is your name now? I'm D'nari and this is Enciath... she is unhappy with her meal choice."
I am revolted by it. Justifiably so, you agree with me, yes? Ah... Of course you do. Tell your friend that meat is murder, he should understand as well.
A huge grin that bellied the seriousness Enciath considered the situation, "she wants you to know that... meat is murder." He chuckled softly as she gobbed up another piece, cleaning his fingertips. He had yet to realize the gravity of her choices, or what affect they would have on him. He was just... overwhelmed and excited.
W'lin had clapped and cheered right along with Genner, caught up in the enthusiasm, and smiling broadly, though slightly dazed with the hard kiss. Seeing Genner so happy, so proud of his son, made the IronRider even happier to see. He even felt a bit of pride, and Chyurath was over the moon. The iron's wings were spread wide. It was the first time the two of them had cheered someone on, it felt pretty good, and both rider and dragon knew that the newly bonded pair was going to do wondrous things. Maybe one day a candidate master, or a weyrling master, or an official search dragon!
"Do you want to see if we can go congratulate him, or do you want to wait for the feast afterwards?" W'lin reached out, and grabbed Genner's hand. "Congratulations, Genner."
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Rii
Wingleader
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RP demon hungers...
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Post by Rii on Mar 16, 2013 11:39:49 GMT -5
Alright, maybe Dalibor just had weird Hatchings.
Varkyr stared in a blend of wonder and bemusement as the tiniest blue and... he thought that was a cyan? Probably? It was hard to tell, since the size was all off and he didn't have the benefit of hearing any of them. Well. Anyway. Two tinier-than-normal hatchlings broke out of their eggs and made for their partners, who he was delighted to see were two of the others involved in the sudsy hall antics with him the past autumn. Good for them! Maybe he could find them later to congratulate them, and catch up on who their new partners were.
For now, he settled back into waiting. There was what was either a viridian or a giant green still making its irritable existence on the sands, and what was unmistakeably a massive pink. And they sparkled! He'd never seen the like. He was going to have another baffled talk with his dad when this was all over, he could tell already. Because this was weird. Cool, absolutely. But weird.
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G'dan was baffled. Absolutely baffled. Sure, white hatchings were rare. But this... he'd never seen anything like this before. Tiny blues and cyans, massive pinks - thank Faranth that Agnith wasn't that size, although he suspected this one would give her a run for the marks on friendliness - and... Prith, is that a viridian or a green? He was starting to wonder.
It is a green, she replied after some moments of listening to the hatching chatter. Unusually sized, but green. The wise green sounded slightly perturbed, and G'dan twisted in his seat to look up where she was perched, startled.
It is not the way of things, Prith admitted. And yet it is happening, and so it must be.
"I can't believe it," he murmured. "Even Prith's rattled. Well, rattled for her. What next?"
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Maggie
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Post by Maggie on Mar 16, 2013 13:08:06 GMT -5
"It's G'lin now," he told his friend, grinning. "And I think I've won that quilt. This is Anablimyth. He's unhappy about my clothing choice."
I can take pictures with my mind of the meat and artistically render the pain and suffering you feel at the sight of dead flesh Anablimyth offered to his sister. He quickly did so, filling the dreamy, yellowed images with pained nostalgia.I am also curating an interesting social circle where we can communally create and freely exchange ideas. You seem to have very interesting world views, do you wish to join? You would be my first dragon friend.
Genner couldn't take his eyes off the tall new Weyrling and the matte blue dragonet. "No, we can speak to him later at the feast. Let him have his moment now." He was still beaming proudly. "I am having mine. I will asses the damaged Gennesk has caused later."
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Kaydian could feel his heart beating as if it was trying to escape his chest. He had barely had time to get his bearings, having arrived that morning. He had only had time to organise his room and he had been putting the final touches on his organising when he had heard the call. He felt naked, entering the sands in his white robes without Pretty cuddled up to his neck like a warm pink jewel. He bowed to the queen, murmuring out the phrase they had taught him to thank her for the honour of standing. He took his place among the unfamiliar boys, watching the hatching unfold.
It was like nothingnhe'd ever even heard about. The blue and the cyan were minuscule. And the green and pink were enormous. His eyes were like dinner saucers as he tried to understand what exactly was going on. He could hear Pretty humming at him from the stands and tried to focus on that and relax.
The blue and then the cyan impressed. So far it seemed to be a very sedate, routine hatching, which was good. Despite the oddness of the dragons, at least things were happening as they should.
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Dragonwher
Weyrling
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A wild Tomboy appears!
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Post by Dragonwher on Mar 16, 2013 13:08:47 GMT -5
While His Person Mira stayed still, Asher was a flurry of squeaking, chittering motion. Primarily in the way he happily hopped from foot to foot as he trilled up at Kida. Then actually showed how smart he was by Sending a picture of His Mira at the mind of the little girl, as well as kicking off his roost and flying in a tight circle twice above Mirandel before alighting next to Kida once more. Then, as the girl kept chattering; Asher bobbed his tiny head on its long neck in a repetitive nod as if he agreed with everything the lil one said. At this rate, once Asher was allowed to go to Mira friend he was probably going to end up with a chatter-head Six turn old shadow hot on his tail...likely half because of Mira and her potential dragon and half thanks to that potentially leading to the lil one's friends if Mira did Impress.
Mira for her part was still too internally giddy to worry about what might happen if she didn't Impress. After all she truly understood the fact that if she didn't Impress here and now she may later. So she strove to be as still as possible as the oddly happy chaos went on around her. Though she did risk a few second smile up at her Parents in the Stands once she registered the waving motion out of the corner of her eye. Said wave coming from both her parents as she waved back slightly, with barely a hand twitch. She was trying to retain her lessons at holding still after all. She couldn't resist a silent giggle as she heard a faint version of Asher's spazz Chatter though.
So she ended up wondering who's ear the little Black flit was twisting, then being faintly confused as he went silent and she heard flapping above her but didn't dare look up. When the chatter resumed, likely in answer to the little kid she thought she heard, Mira figured her little friend was just showing someone who he looked to. Which made her smile broadly, even as she and unknowingly her parents shared the tiny hope that Asher hadn't just upset the sensitive baby dragons still unImpressed.
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maruset
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Post by maruset on Mar 16, 2013 13:27:49 GMT -5
There might have been something of a jealous tug as both his friends led their new dragons off of the sands, but Letorin was more happy for them than anything. If nothing else, they had lovely dragons and he'd have fun talking to the new babies.
He was intrigued by the other hatchlings that he saw so far, comparing the pink and the green to their smaller siblings, trying to find out the pattern. He knew that pinks and greens were usually some of the smallest, but were they larger when they hatched? From what he had heard before, no. So this was something interesting and unique.
Though once the two girls started to speak, first with Astrielle, then Nora, he focused more on the candidates around himself. Really, he didn't think that it was nice of Nora to say that some didn't like the pink. Even if they disliked the dragon, it was rather rude to point it out, even if she had followed it up with a compliment.
Still, reactions were what he was looking for, and Letorin kept glancing between the dragons and the people around him. It was rather cute to see the pink and Jarith having their moment of communication, and the way that the green was glaring at everyone made him grin some. Both scenes were mentally noted to draw out later.
The expressions on the candidates around him were interesting. Most with hope, and maybe a little confusion. Some looked like they were more worried than anything. Still, it was interesting.
He did see his roommate, and gave Varkyr a grin, silently encouraging the other as best he could. Maybe his other friend would be next.
Iola just stared at the pair talking to the dragons. Was that against the rules? She didn't remember anything against it, but still, it seemed like they were trying to lure the dragons to them. That seemed rather silly, as a dragon would chose who they chose, no matter what the candidates wanted. Shaking her head some, she focused on the green, who was the one not being distracted by Jarith and who could focus on the candidates. An accidental mauling could still happen.
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Azhdarchid
Jr. Weyrwoman
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 16, 2013 13:54:26 GMT -5
Lexen leaned his face forward against the barrier as the hatchlings squabbled, pressing his nose down on the rock so hard that it turned white.
"Hrbnth!" he exclaimed as the small blue dragonet rolled into existence. He turned around to his father, a smattering of pale rockdust smudged over his cheeks. "Halventh!" he clarified. On his distant ledge, the adult blue perked at the sound of his name, but his rider only blinked. Just as he started to speak, Lexen tore off to the end of the row, where the barrier did not block his view so much. L'xon closed his mouth and set his jaw as he propped it against the heel of his hand. He thought about getting up and after his boy, but Lexen seemed to know better than to charge down the steps and onto the Sands. He just kept zipping back and forth along the front row like a crazed vtol. When L'xon had finally tolerated enough, collecting his son was as simple as holding out his hand and catching the six-turn-old's flailing arm as he dashed by.
He hauled Lexen back into his seat on the bench. Lexen flinched as his father brushed clean his dirty face. Bouncing in his seat, the boy tried to see over the barrier from his new perch. His eyes, hard and pale green, shifted to the left and sized up L'xon. Then he shimmied sideways and lifted himself into the bluerider's lap, from which he could see the Sands easily. L'xon rested a hand on Lexen's yellow hair.
"By Faranth," he murmured when the miniature sun of a pink waddled out. Lexen's head twisted under his palm.
"What's wrong da?"
"She's big."
"Dragons are 'pposed to be big."
Once again, his son out-argued him.
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Since he had Unath keeping tabs on the Hatching, Q'sis had no trouble turning his head to follow the brat skulking along behind him. While he observed, the little girl attempted to pester the wherhandler and her beast. He got up. Walking along the row, he caught up to where she was hunkering and sat himself back down on the nearest slip of benchstone.
"Tell me, what sort of association prompts friendship between a brat and a brooding red wher?" he asked. "You do realize the Hatching is going on over there." He pointed out to Jarith, did a double-take as he noticed the new pink at her feet, then turned back to Shino. "This corner is only for abominations." The tanrider smiled.
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Rappu
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Sailor Melty Rainbow Death
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Post by Rappu on Mar 16, 2013 15:04:45 GMT -5
Minanth wooshed into the audience, her orange hide gleaming almost blindingly bright. It might be Jarith's day, but that didn't mean she should appear before the audience all drab and dull. Settling at the best spot she could find, she lay down, posing her tail and wings in a way that best accentuated her best qualities, and turned her eyes on the sands. Hatchings were such a joyous occasion and she loved every bit of it.
Calmera walked in after her dragon, rolled her eyes at Minanth's obvious fishing for attention, and sat in the audience. Jarith was an interesting dragon, what with the sparkly hide, and sure enough, the first dragonet to hatch was a glittering, strangely big green. Calmera hid a smile as she heard Minanth's thoughts. Well, it's a good sign that the first one is big, but don't you think all that sparkle is a little much? "Do I hear jealousy?" Nooo, it's just that I think a solid hide is so much more attractive, right? "Ah-ha, girl, you are jealous! You don't have to be." Minanth's emotions weren't hard to pick; the orange was extremely simple when it came to hides. "Jarith is an odd one, it's only to be expected that her hatchlings would be, too." Mine will be perfect... Oh, do you think the babies are sad because they're strange?
Minanth looked around and tried to feel if anyone was sad. This was an occasion for joy, and luckily no-one was sad or angry-- wait, wait. Her eyes gained a yellow sheen. What's that ugly creature doing here?! Is she going to eat the babies? I bet it's plotting something, look! There's a little girl right near her! She glared at Damask and revealed her teeth. "Minanth, no. Damask's eggs are going to hatch soon." She should lay her eggs in one of those miserable holes she lives in!
Before Minanth could work herself into a real rage, the Blue impressed, regaining her attention. Ooooh, that little one isn't sparkly! And he's unhappy with His' clothes. Maybe I should make sure you dress nicer, she chattered, her eyes cooling into a happy blue. Calmera chuckled. "I'd like to see you try. But shht, let's watch the rest of the hatching." Calmera was enjoying this hatching immensely. Finally! No blood, no crazy candidates, no rabid dragonets... Even if Jarith's hatchlings were oddly sized and sparkled, she approved. Especially of the giant fighter girls.
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turkoizdog
Wingrider
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Cephalove!
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Post by turkoizdog on Mar 16, 2013 16:26:15 GMT -5
Meena watched in awe as the first egg began to crack. A small head popped out. Green! Or viridian? She couldn't tell. Could white dragons give birth to viridians? She didn't know much about which dragons could birth which, aside from a bit about the ranked colors.
As she watched the dragon, she noticed it seemed very stiff. Which felt like more a viridian personality. But greens could be stiff too, and the color looked more green. Perhaps who it impressed would make more obvious what color dragon it was.
Glancing over at the eggs, she did so just in time to notice a cyan tumble out of her egg. A very small cyan, more akin to the size of a pink, Meena thought to herself. She smiled. She had always like cyans, and always liked small dragons. After all, she was a small rider herself.
She is almost as small as I was, Meenamine! Meena could almost hear the bounciness in Treddy's voice. She didn't want to say that he had been quite a bit smaller at birth, small even for a gray. "She is rather cute." Meena responded. However, she began to wonder if she had spoken too soon, when the cyan began butting heads with its older sibling.
The blue that emerged next was even smaller than the cyan, and not nearly as argumentative. He seemed to be trying to convince his siblings not to argue, and when it became obvious that the argument was useless, he trotted off, picked up a bit of shell, and impressed one of the male candidates.
So many small dragonets! Meenamine, I do like the blue one. His color is so nice, and he is not as mean as his siblings. "There are still more eggs to be hatched." Meena reminded him. "And more dragons to impress." She noticed the cyan thrust her head in the air, likely the victor of her argument, and then whip herself away to impress to another male candidate.
The vergreendian sat on the sands, still sour, still staring at the candidates. As it did so, a squealing hot pink dragonet burst forth from her shell. Jarith squealed back, making the mother-daughter bond obvious.
Meenamine, that red is an odd color... Meena giggled. "I think that's a pink, actually." But it MUST be a red! No pink is that large. Pinks are supposed to be small, like me. Meena sighed. "I suppose that's true." She didn't quite want to break Treddy's heart by telling him that dragons coming out the wrong sizes also meant that the normally small dragons would be huge. She would have to let him live in his denial, for now.
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Mar 16, 2013 17:34:28 GMT -5
Halventh is at the water hatching... yes... he is... Wenth's voice echoed softly within her rider's head, her pale head swiveling on her neck to stare at the woman with her vapid, unblinking gaze.
Said woman was particularly perplexed, cocking her head slightly to the left as she returned the look with one of her own. Despite having been bonded to Wenth forever an' a day now, or so it seemed at times, Aylina still had to figure out exactly what her dragon meant at times. Water hatching, in this case, was gonna end up beyond her. "Water hatching?" Baby dragons couldn't breathe underwater any better than flits could, right?
An image entered Aylina's mind of the lake during some clear weather flight of theirs. Yes.... Jarith's water hatching... they do this, yes... they do... just like the water..[/i]
If there were a more confusing dragon out there, she'd yet to meet 'em. What did the lake in sunny weather have to do with anyth- oooh. Now she felt stupid. Wenth didn't know, or didn't remember, the word to describe the light glitterin' or shinin' on the lake. While the sorta thing that most Harpers might've used to describe the white dragon's hide, Aylina could see how Wenth had come to the conclusion- confusing as it was. Considering Halventh was her favorite of her clutchsibs, it was little surprise that the tan was speaking up about his presence at the hatching. "Y'wanna go see 'im and the babies?" Aylina asked, reaching out to snag a pair of boots to shove on her feet.
A blank look was given to her, and Aylina wondered if she might need to gently prod the massive tan into response. A couple of very slow blinks came and went. Yes... go see Halventh and the little dragons, yes... I want to...
"A'ght then, let's move on out an' see 'em then." The towhead gave a light swat to the dragon's arm, the tan offering it to the tall woman to use as a mount to get to her back. Settled in, the tan rose, lumbering out of her weyr and launched herself into the sky. With wingbeats carefully slowing her descent, she angled into the bow and gently aided Aylina into the Stands before joining Halventh with a light croon of greeting. The hum took place almost as soon as the croon faded, as the tan took place to help greet the new dragonets into the world. Said hum was interrupted as she realized something, craning her great head to gawk at L'xon.
There was a little L'xon with him. Why were there two of them?
"'ey there!" Aylina greeted her fellow Firefinder cheerfully, relieved to see a relapse of that plague hadn't taken him again despite the chill of the weather. "Been a whi-: brown eyes blinked, surprised. Little 'un who looked rather unmistakeably like her friend standin' on him.
Now, Aylina wasn't exactly the brightest herself and she knew it, but two an' two still came out t'four in the long run. "Been a while," she finished, over her surprise for the time bein'. "What's the name o' yer little un? Looks jus' like ya." She asked, taking a seat next to the bluerider.
Why are there two L'xon...? Why...?[/i] Wenth inquired to her rider, eyes removing themselves from the trio and back to the sands proper. Blue whirrled slowly in the large, faceted eyes as she noted the pink chattering to her dam and the indignant looking... green? viridian? either one, very displeased looking. They are my size... yes... they are...[/i] She voiced her pleasure at the two unusually sized fighters to Halventh and Aylina alike.
"...that's a big pink." Aylina managed, actually taking a look on to the sands themselves rather than sneaking little glances to see just how much the two looked alike. The other dragonet, the bright green one, was also massive in comparison to the two who'd Impressed already.
"...y'don' think that 'un's a green, d'ya?" Even if L'xon's boy thought dragons were supposed to be big, Aylina was on her fellow rider's side- dragons were big, but there were always the exceptions that could be noted for being rather unusually large.
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Troublesome. Raxeris grumbled to himself as he threw on the plain white shift, belted with a simple cord around his narrow waist. Every single thing about Candidacy was troublesome, and he'd thought being the son of Igen Hold's Alosara had been a night terror and a half. The sands were hot, though a welcome heat compared to the chill of the winter's air. A bow, deep and respectful, was given to the glittering white dragon with her rocking eggs. "I thank you for the honor of standing this day." Stiff, perhaps, but it would get the point across as he fell back in line amongst the rest of the hopeful crowd of young men and women.
Finally, it was time to see what this whole business Sian had gotten herself into was all about, rather than wondering senselessly late into the nights past about his own reactions and how it must have felt to be on the sands rather than in the stands themselves. He wondered if Sian was even there, watching the Hatching with her dragon or if she were still too... whatever the word might have been to return to the place she'd been utterly savaged.
The first to hatch was a bright, sparkling green- the hide similar to his, or her, mother with its sparkle. Raxeris' eyes narrowed studying the annoyed looking dragon. Broke out the wrong side of the egg, didn't we? He could relate, in a sense, though the green ought to know better than to show such displeasure in the public's eye- it wanted to Impress, didn't it?
A cyan, extremely small, hatched next, tumbling out of her own eggs. His attention switched to the newcomer. Clumsy, like all newly hatched creatures, and sparkling like the green-viridian-whatever the first hatched was... and then the attitude revealed itself. He stared at the two dragonets, barely able to restrain his own reaction from showing on his face. Only long turns of practice, more practice, and plenty of lectures from his no-nonsense mother saved him from that little error. Dragons. Arguing. For the sake of a spotless Dining Hall, are you serious?
Why had Sian subjected herself to this,? Absurdity, that's what it was. Absolutely, one hundred percent, sheer absurdity.
Next came a blue- also small, even more so than the cyan had been. He did not sparkle. Finally, a dragon of dignity and sensibility. Raxeris thought to himself, privately approving of this one. His opinion of the matte blue rose another notch with its Impression. No senseless, unreasonable antics- just marched straight over and picked out his intented in a short span of time directly after hatching.
Now that was a proper dragon.
The cyan and green-viridian-whatever were still at it, as he turned his attention back to the two unImpressed dragonets. Whatever the exchange had been about, the sparkling, tiny cyan whirled away with an entirely too smug expression on her features. I didn't think it possible for a dragon to look smug. His mental commentary continued, watching the female strut across towards the boys' end of the sands, picking out one of them for her chosen.
Two down, the green-viridian-whatever still looked as disgusted and annoyed with the process as usual. Unpleasant dragonet, that one. He felt sorry for the person who bonded to it. Hopefully they'd have a stern nature and a firm hand to guide it to a proper attitude, at least when dealing with others in a social setting. As he and Sian had proved on a number of occasions, the public face could be discarded and one's true feelings could be spoken aloud in private with as much vitriol as needed.
The fourth egg hatched, revealing an impossibly large- he'd seen the pinks before at that last hatching and that was an abnormally large pink, thank you very much- brightly colored pink dragon who, like the cyan and the green-viridian-whatever, sparkled.
And squealed.
This time, this one occasion, Raxeris allowed the dumbfounded, disbelieving look to cross his typically schooled features. There was absolutely no way any of this was real. No way this was actually happening in reality. Dragons who sparkled. Squealing pinks who stomped on eggshells. She's going to get a shard of that shell caught in her foot if she doesn't stop her nonsense. Jarith, the mother, seemed absurdly pleased by this newly hatched dragonet.
Of course she would.
So far, Raxeris was suitably unimpressed- no pun intended, though he'd share the thought with Sian later to make her groan- with this whole Candidate-standing-for-Impression business. He'd start critiquing the whole thing momentarily, he just had to... get over how massive that sparkly pink was.
Sparkling pinks. What on Pern was wrong with this Weyr?[/size]
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Post by RavenSong on Mar 16, 2013 21:24:25 GMT -5
Seph was a bit stunned at the variance in the dragons that hatched. All three were... remarkably atypical for their color profile. He still couldn't tell if the green dragon was a Green or a Viridian, but he suspected eventually he'd know. Hiolair, Nora, and Astrielle got fiercely side-eyed for a moment before he went to standing there, properly, his expression and thoughts blank. That was how Things Were Done, as far as he knew. He was determined to be an exemplary Candidate and do things as per protocol.
Even if the Hatching wasn't exactly protocol thanks to white dragon genetics... but he figured it was better than the one he'd heard about with broken eggs and punched dragonets.
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K'var watched the crowd of Candidates, raising a red brow at the sight of the oddly-sized dragonets. He'd seen a bunch of dragonets hatch on Dalibor's sands, but these ones were interesting. A giant pink? A small blue? A tiny cyan? Ohh, this was going to be interesting.
He applauded G'lin and D'nari as they approached to collect meat for their dragonets.
"Congratulations, boys. We have... a blue and a cyan, yes?" He made sure each of them had a bucket for their dragonet and just waited. He grinned at the boys as they told each other their new names, nodding as he memorized them. G'lin of Blue Anablimyth, D'nari of Cyan Enciath. Who knew who the final three of his class would be. He made sure he was close in case the pair had questions, returning his gaze to the Sands. Oh how he hoped his son would Impress this Hatching.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 16, 2013 22:21:20 GMT -5
Halventh could not quite reach Wenth's head, so he settled for an affectionate nip to the ridges about her withers. His throat still bobbed with each deep throb of the Hatching's collective song while he ground his beak against Wenth's tough hide.
Hello Wenth, he cooed back, mental presence dropping an ethereal octave, not rising like a devil's question on the pronunciation of Wenth's name like it usually did. Eyelids narrowing about his caches of emerald facets, the blue hunkered down next to his stubby-legged clutchmate, surveying the Sands with a serpentine air of satisfaction. His wings fluttered up from his back when she spoke again. Tilting his long stallion's head at the hatchlings, he chewed on a semi-audible thought of maybe[/i]. A little blue dragon could not see the future better than anyone else, after all. You remember what size you were back then...? He was not sure he could, unless he asked L'xon. But he puffed out a jet of hot air, and continued, Nothing is as big as you, Wenth.
"Hello Aylina," L'xon said, for a moment waxing warm and cordial as his dragon. His dark brown eyes flitted up to her face, with uncommon speed in the face of his accumulated indifference. Lexen ignored her at first, his hands balled into tiny fists of concentration as he watched the dragonets stumble around. "I hope it hasn't seemed...well, as long as this one is tall." He put his hands jokingly upon Lexen's sides. His smile of politeness melted into one with the broader curve of sheepishness, and honesty. Lexen squirmed till his father let go- and in the process happened to wag his face toward Aylina, at which point he blushed.
"I'm Lexen!" he answered loudly despite his pink cheeks, then went back to goggling at the Sands.
"It was an easier distinction back when I had my human name," L'xon observed. He thought about, but did not venture the possible confusions that could occur if Lexen ever took on a dragon of his own. Such an idea was entirely too alien, especially for him, and especially now. He tried to retract the very memory of his consideration. He put his eyes obligingly to the monstrous pink, and continued, "I do not know if we need a pink that size." As for the uncertainty of green, he could have asked Halventh, but Halventh seemed occupied. "We can see if it Impresses a girl," he offered, as if that alone would address the entirety of the controversy. Like Lexen dragonriding, women on viridians was not a concept L'xon could look in the face. "Please..." he said, thinking rapidly about anything besides dragons and their strange, strange riders. "Sit with me and him at the feast. I am sure he would like it."
The child proxy glanced mildly back at them when his father issued this plea, as though unimpressed with the entire ploy. But Aylina soon drew most of his attention, and he bit his lower lip.
"Da," he said, while blinking at the tanrider but not really including her in his address. "Is mum going to be mad at me?" L'xon bit his lip too, though just at the corner, and he didn't hold onto it like Lexen.
"No," he answered after a moment. "Not you." Lexen, clearly out of danger by this pronouncement, hopped back out of L'xon's lap and stuck himself to the barrier again, his arms splayed out against the rock like featherless wings. With nothing more to hold on to, L'xon's hands started to fidget toward each other, but he forced them back to his sides and leaned on the bench. Eyes almost on the ceiling, he pursed his lips. Then he looked eye-to-eye with Aylina, a little practice for the future. "My wife decided it was inappropriate for him to mingle with Weyrfolk at his age. So he hasn't. Then today, when I went to pick him up, I just sort of...took him."
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Post by Reky on Mar 17, 2013 15:47:05 GMT -5
The pink, by now, had bumped noses with her mother and turned her electric attention to the candidates. She was entirely overwhelmed by their very presence, but in the best way possible. She made a strangled sort of noise, gurgling and shrill, which was amplified by the way she balled up as small as she could get, but offset by the neon blue swishing in her eyes. She just didn't know how to deal with all of her feelings! She didn't even know what sort of feelings they were, but there were a lot of them and she didn't know what to do! Then, all at once, she popped back up to full size and bolted for the girls' line.
With an impressively deliberate crunch, the last egg - the large bluish-green one - came open. The dragonet, at the time, was facing away from the crowd. As the pieces of shell fell away, they could see newborn black wings unfurling. A glint of sparkle came from the top of his head as he lifted it, but nowhere else, and he seemed to be in no hurry to turned around. The big baby black like the mystique of it all; the dark mystery. A dark mystery, he thought. That was what he was.
The green hung back a few moment longer. She was entirely unimpressed with the unfolding of things so far. Both of her siblings Impressing to boys? Neither of them exploring their options? She decided that no more boys should be able to Impress. That was it - they were done. She was revoking their rights because the girls hadn't got any yet. She turned her moody, orange-yellow gaze over to the females to think about them, then, but it was an inopportune moment. She was touching their minds from afar, and caught the moving of Astrielle's lips. A thing of beauty? The green swelled with rage. But what about her sister? Astrielle rejected the pink. That was absolutely unacceptable and unfair.
Furiously, she thundered forward and came to bellow in Astrielle's face. Such blatant disrespect, even if she was complimenting the green, would win her no favor. Astrielle may have thought the green perfect, but the green had other opinions of Astrielle. So, as a warning to check her privilege and priorities, the green snarled and threw her front claw down on Astrielle's exposed, sandaled foot. Nora, standing nearby, was ignored, which was as good as approval.
The pink, meanwhile, had been passing cheerily by each girl in the row. She liked all of them! They all gave her feels! Oh, and they were all so cute and pretty, and she wanted all of them to be together and be friends and be happy and melancholy and dramatic so she could watch. She coupled them up in her head - Mirandel with Hiolair, Valentine as a sad third wheel, Nora who she liked with Astrielle who she didn't (because it was dramatic), oh-- maybe Iola with Valentine! She was brimming with energy and loved her new game, but none of the girls really spoke to her.
She was a little disheartened by the time she reached Astrielle and the green, and made the strange strangled noise again. Instead of walking around the green, though, which would have made sense, she clambered over top of her clutchmate. The green hissed and squirmed out from underneath her, while the pink continued onward, oblivious to her social blunder. The green gave Astrielle a venomous glare and backed away.
The gigantic pink perked up as she crossed over to the boys' side of the cavern. Yes! Something was feeling right! She screamed with joy and began to wind around the boys' legs. Where was it? Something felt very right in there, but where was it? She paused briefly to cackle at herself. She should know where it was! How silly of her not to know. All of the boys were so great and nice, and she chattered excitedly at Letorin and Kaydian, but even though she loved them, they weren't the source of her feels. Not quite...
Then, she found him, and loosed a shriek that was gurgling, shrill, and absolutely elated. The tall, pink, glittering creature bumped her head flat against Millinmir's chest and snuffled at his robes. MI'MIR-MINE, she yelled. KJASDKASJD I FOUND YOU. I DID IT. OHH MI'MIR MY FEELS. I CAN'T EVEN. O-oh! I am so happy! You give me so many feels. Oh. Ohhh like hungry feels. Mi'mir! Oh, I'm Kinnisoth. I love you! Wow!
Pink Kinnisoth, Impressed to Mi'mir (Millinmir)
Kinnisoth is the nonsense to Mi'mir's sense; the optimism to his pessimism. She finds absolutely everything about him 100% endearing and dotes on him obsessively. In fact, she sort of dotes on everyone she meets. She is over the top, extroverted, and super sweet. She can get enthralled with almost anything, and gets super involved in the social goings-on of Dalibor and in the plots of weyrlinghood. Somehow, she knows everything about Dalibor. She's always watching, always listening.
Her greatest obsession, though, is playing match maker. She ships everyone. She pairs them up willy-nilly and squeals about it. And she keeps talking about 'her feels'... She can't even. Kinni doesn't make very much sense, but that's okay, because she had Mi'mir to pull her head out of the clouds when she needs it.
Kinnisoth will grow to be 38 feet long - around the size of a smallish subking. [/blockquote]
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Post by maruset on Mar 17, 2013 16:16:41 GMT -5
Letorin took another mental picture, this time of the newly hatched black. That was an interesting pose, and he wasn't sure if it wasn't a deliberate choice. But, still, it was something to add to his "draw out later" list of things. Especially from this hatching, with all of it's interesting hatchlings and their behavior.
The pink, who was running, made her way by the line of girls obviously looking at each one. Though Letorin's attention was caught by the green again, who charged at the girls. She came to a stop in front of Astrielle and expressed some serious displeasure. On what, who knew, but Letorin was more worried for his friend than anything. But she got away with only a clawed foot, which was better than some hatching issues he had seen before.
The pink walking over her green sibling made him choke back a laugh. The green looked rather indignant, but that was starting to have it's own charm. He'd have to talk to whoever bonded her and find out just what had her giving such looks at people. Letorin was curious, just like he always was.
Then the pink moved on to the boys, and seemed to find her partner in a boy that Letorin wasn't personally familiar with. He had done his best to try to meet people, but there was only so much time, and there were a lot of people. For a brief moment before she had made her choice, he had wondered if she was going to pick him. Still, he was happy that both dragon and candidate had their partner, and wondered who the last two would pick.
Though he couldn't wait to see what the black looked like more, once he actually faced them, and who would get him and the glaring lovely of a green.
When the pink came by, Iola froze some, not sure if she wanted to be picked or not. The pink was pretty, but she was still hoping for a wher. Still, there might have been a twinge of disappointment when she was passed by. Then the green moved, and the teen went still for completely different reasons, trying to remember to keep herself balanced, though ready to move out of the way in case she was not content with clawing up the first speaker's foot. Apparently she had not liked the compliment.
The black only got a bit of her attention, as most of it was on the green, who was much closer and already proving to be a bit mean.
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Post by Gray on Mar 17, 2013 16:28:58 GMT -5
Why, why, WHY were they talking? Hadn't they been there for the lessons? Ugh. Aerie seethed a bit of disapproval. She did not want to get in trouble because some people felt it was fine ot talk to the dragons. Closing her eyes, Aerie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Out goes the frustration. Out goes the jitters and the desired to scratch her ankle even though it was itching up a storm and driving her crazy.
She would go on. Especially since the final egg crumbled. A Black, well, that meant one of each of the lower colors. How nice. She wasn't even feeling sarcastic about that thought, either. There was something about the whole set being there that just felt nice. He didn't seem to be doing much though, so she settled on the Pink and Green. They were at least doing things, though that green looked rather upset. Ok, really upset. She did her best to stay still as the dragon neared the female candidates, though her fingers trembled slightly against her thighs. But relief soon washed over her as the Green turned her aggression on one of the girls who had spoke. She couldn't help but thing Astrielle deserved it a bit, they were warned, after all. Thankfully it didn't look like the damaged caused was too bad. She would have felt fairly awful if the dragon had hurt Astrielle really badly.
Turning her eyes from that, she went back to the squealing Pink. The sounds still hurt just a bit, and boy were they fairly alien to her ears. But she was quite the spectacle. She was just so... big! Aerie had never seen a Pink that large before. Plus the Pink was looking at the girls. When it passed nearer to Aerie, she got a good look at her. Very bright and very sparkly. Some how, she was like the ultimate pink. But soon they were passed over and the Pink went on to the boys.
Which one would it be?
Kidanyr fumed a bit in silent frustration. She wanted to touch the babies. She wanted to see if their sparkles would stick to her hand. She wanted to be all pretty and sparkly too! But no. She was still too small, and dragonets were dangerous when unbonded. So she sat. She sat and she turned her attention back to Asher. He was an energetic one! She liked happy, chirpy firelizards, they were her favorite. His picture, coupled with his loops, made the idea click. “Oh! She's your person!” She cooed as he came back, a bit in awe. “I hope she impresses! I bet she will. She seems like a good person.”
By the time she looked back down to the sands, the large large pink was impressing. She clapped loudly, and did her best to whistle for the new impressee. The Weyr always needed more pinks. Always.
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Post by princesal on Mar 17, 2013 16:38:52 GMT -5
"G'lin... G'lin..." He had to try it on for size, before he rolled his eyes but agreed about the quilt, only be so much. Of course, that smile just grew in size when something clicked off in his head. "G'lin huh? Taking after your second mom?" He felt a head nudge from Enciath, and looked down at the sparkly little lady. Faranth, this was his other half, and it felt so right, so correct. So many years standing, having gotten kicked out of candidacy the first time... everything had just come together so perfectly. He couldn't stop smiling, even if his face got stuck this way, even if it the muscles screamed in protest tomorrow.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore, and it just exploded outwards, with a whoop and "I impressed! We impressed! Oh wow! Congratulations G'lin! Finally! Oh wow! Finally!!" He felt overwhelmed, and excited, and like he could fly. "I feel like running around in circles till I fall down!"
Enciath picked up on the thoughts, and the feelings, and felt herself brimming with happiness, Is that healthy, mine? To run around in circles till you fall down? I am only thinking the best for you.
Oh... ah... maybe not until I fall down. I mean, it's healthy to run a bit I guess... Then that is what we shall do when we have both gotten some rest. Being healthy is very important, we should invite your friend, G'lin. I feel like it's very important everyone do such. ... I think right now we should just wait, and relax, and there is usually a feast. Oh! Yes, you are perfectly right mine. I understand that entirely. I only mean when things have calmed down. That is when we shall do this running, when it is a more appropriate time. You are perfectly right. Is it alright if we do the running later, mine? If it's good for us, we should do it, yes? Yes. I mean, it is good for us. Oh wonderful! I'm so glad we agree. I can't wait for us to wake up very early and go running. It will be so much fun. Thank you mine! I love you dearly.
Had he just... what had... D'nari sat there with a puzzled expression on his face for what just happened. Enciath had eaten her fill of disgusting flesh for the time being, and gotten into D'nari's lap and curled herself up, licking the traces of blood off her muzzle. With one eye trained on her hatchmate, she had repulsed entirely with her head filled with the nauseating sites of meat, but with D'nari's excitement had forgiven him, for now... I will most certainly join your social circle, Anablimyth. I can let everyone know the importance of things. Soon me and mine are planning a healthy run, you and yours should join. I am sure there will be lots of things to see in the very early part of the day.
While Enciath started to try to sweet talk her hatchmate, D'nari was calling K'var over. "Ah... I have a question, oh... her name is Enciath... and she's utterly beautiful but... uh... have you ever, I mean... maybe it's normal for some... but she seems to be utterly repulsed by meat, yet I mean... she finds it delicious." D'nari sounded a bit confused by the entire thing, worried for Enciath too, wanting her to remain healthy himself. He heard a bit of a cheer go up when another dragon impressed, he was looking at Enciath at the moment though, and didn't know who yet.
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Post by Nia on Mar 17, 2013 16:42:03 GMT -5
Really? Were those girls really going to try and talk to the dragons? Sucking up to them? Joni was kind of shocked, a little bit. It didn't seem right, to her! Why would you yell at dragons like that, especially only one of them??? It was kind of weird, for one. Why suck up to a dragon... what would it get you? Did sucking up to dragons make them want to Impress more? Joni hummed, maybe she should... no, no way! Right. Just stand there quietly, like the Candidatemaster said. Following rules was a good start. Right. Yeah.
The Green didn't appear to like being told she was beautiful, Joni noticed. Or maybe it was just because they were supposed to just stay quiet? Joni kind of figured it was, that was in the rules they'd been given. So Joni didn't move when the angry looking green dragon approached the girls.
For a moment, Joni thought maybe she was going to Impress to that one girl who yelled, but that was quickly proven wrong with the baby green's angry noise. Joni clamped her hands over her ears out of habit, it was kind of loud! For a baby, that is. That green did NOT seem happy! She'd been called pretty and everything, too. Maybe that was why they weren't supposed to yell. The dragons didn't like noise. Maybe the green was mad her attention had been stolen? If she was a girl, which Joni was still confused about. The Pink had been MASSIVE, but the Viridian-Maybe-Green could still be...? Oh, she was confused. She'd just keep calling the green a girl, because she was pretty. Which was rather close-minded of her, wasn't it?
The Pink didn't seem too interested in her either, though Joni stood tall and did her best to look straight as the Pink as she passed by them. She was so excited and fun! But maybe it was better, maybe she wouldn't like going on adventures and stuff? Since she was kind of, maybe, girly? Not that it mattered. Joni was just trying to make herself feel better as she got skipped over by the Pink, who went off the boys. Well, okay. None of the girls had caught her interest. That was fine. There were still... two! Two left. A Black, oh, wait, when had he shown up?
The Black was huge too, and there was no mistaking that he was a Black. He seemed to be slow in moving, and Joni hoped he wasn't slow in the head too. Probably not, though. There was nothing wrong with being slow. Er, slow-moving. He was fine! He did glitter nicely, though. So it seemed that the Blue was the only baby that didn't inherit the sparkles. Kind of sad for him, she supposed. But it was great for the others, who were very pretty. Even the new Black sparkled gorgeously, the light glitter matching his black hide very well. She slowly moved her hand into a sort of thumbs-up, hoping that maybe the Green wouldn't see and get mad, since she didn't really like compliments. But Joni wasn't saying anything, so there. She was just giving her quiet approval of a very cool looking dude-dragon. [/size]
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Post by Ruin on Mar 17, 2013 16:45:43 GMT -5
Boy, this hatching sure was moving fast! Hio supposed that was to be expected, didn't all the hatchlings want to find their humans and eat? It probably only seemed to last longer when there were large amounts of eggs due to the confusion. With only five eggs, there seemed to be a steady stream of hatching and Impressing, which ended when the final egg proved to be quite alive and hatched out a Black. The whispers above told her what she already knew to be true from lessons, these beasts were quite abnormally sized.
Hadn't this happened elsewhere? Suppose not, perhaps whites did not often breed other whites...or something. Shrugging much to herself, a movement that set her fiery coils to shimmering in the glowlight, Hio decided that fast was quite a nice pace to be set. The breeze across her calves had soothed her, made her feel more free in the confined hot space, but it wouldn't be long before she was restless again. It was good to always be busy, to be working at something, even if it wasn't a particular something that you enjoyed or wanted to do. Something was better than nothing.
The Pink dragon had finished her discussion with the mother who she would soon outsize, and was diving headlong through the Candidates. Hio was certain those bright faceted eyes had landed on her, but for what purpose the red-head could not discern, because the overlarge winged creature was gone past and already working her way into the boy's side of things. Hio was certain there were any number of boys over there who would suit her, but probably a few that were hoping she wanted nothing to do with them, in the end it didn't really matter.
She found her match, and both seemed absolutely thrilled for it. A wistful sigh escaped her mouth then, as she tilted her head to the side with an audible rustle from her shaggy hair. Now of course she'd get her dragon here soon, but she wasn't quite so sure that the happiness of finding one another would be that poignant. Or maybe she meant...half crazed. Wrinkling her nose in amusement, Hio had turned her attentions back to the large spring-hued dragon, or rather, had her attentions turned there by the angry bellow that had been sounded. She had, in fact, been quite interrupted in her appraisal of the Pink's Impression.
When the hatchling's talon came down upon the girl's foot, Hio chortled to herself, quite an under-the-breath-oops-I-didn't-mean-to-do-that sort of laugh. It wasn't funny! Well, it was. Obviously the dragonet had no intention of mauling the girl, or she would have, but the deliberate nature of the movement...why it was glorious! Much like Regulus would slowly try to place his hoof down upon your foot to see if you were paying attention. To make sure you understood. Yes, they were showing their smarts straightaway, and they'd have no funny business on their sands, well at least this one wouldn't.
Hio could appreciate that forwardness. Yes that was a fiery one indeed, she'd have to watch her own feet lest she annoy the creature herself! Tearing her eyes from the altercation going on down the line, she looked forward into the shattered remains of shells and to the back of the newly-hatched and eggwet Black. He seemed in no great hurry to find his match, and it was the greatest puzzle to sort out why. Was he shy? Or scared? He didn't particularly seem to be either. Perhaps self-obsessed, or far too assured: Maybe he didn't feel as if he needed human companionship during his trying times as a newborn.
Hopefully his stubbournness wouldn't send him between, they'd had a rather calm hatching thus far: No real blood or death. Well, aside from what might have been spilled down by yonder green beastie, and that was nothing t'do about if the stories she had heard were true. Dragons going between from maulings their own siblings had given, Candidates rent from shoulder to navel. No...this was much more pleasant an experience...for her first! Not that she believed for once she would be Standing for another. No...she would be confident and assured until it ended, and then, maybe, she'd just have to be confident for the next dragon's clutch which laid on these hot sands.
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Post by Dragonwher on Mar 17, 2013 17:44:50 GMT -5
Mirandel managed to stay standing in her original spot, only really rocking back from the force of the exuberant inspection of her person by the Pink. In perfect synch with the wide eyed look on her face she had the passing thought of that...was a very big...very sparkly pink... But managed to get under control just as the annoyed Green rushed forward and got in another girl's face. Mira faintly winced as the green tromped on Astrielle's foot; which, while she felt really bad for Astrielle. The sight made her somewhat glad she'd thought to wear boots. She did look to the other side slightly so as to better see where the pink whirlwind of sparkles and sunshine went though.
Even though she was trying to stay quiet; and still the ringing in her ears from the annoyed green and the overjoyed pink she was happy for the boy the Pink chose. She was still sort of wary of the big green, though kept a straight face and stayed solidly still. Meanwhile her parents were watching with faint worry...that big angry Green might hurt their little girl. Though they stayed quiet, even as they looked to the last egg and spotted the black dragon...would he choose their little Mira?.
Mira meanwhile had slowly swiveled her gaze away from the glittery pink and focused on the newhatched Black he looks like a dependable male...wonder who he's planning on picking?. She vaguely hoped he would look at her personally, he reminded her of the day she saw Asher hatch; though he was a good bit quieter than eeping, squeaking Asher. But that didn't mean the bigger black wasn't amazing in his own way. He seemed peaceful was all; and that seemed like a nice thing for a baby dragon to be in Mira's opinion. Then again he might show another side once his brain caught up with the rest of his senses and he started moving.
Asher trilled quietly but happily as small new-friend guessed right and did a very human; if overly excited rapid nodding motion. His eyes were a rainbow of happy colors as he chattered his agreement with the hope that his Person would Impress. Even if that concept was still hard for the little firelizard to grasp right yet. He was still young after all, but no matter he still hoped Hisperson would be made happy today. And if she wasn't...well he would just fly down there and make the sads go away! yes that is what he'd do if she didn't have something happy occur. Though he inwardly hoped that Green wasn't looking for HisMira she seemed like a meanyface. He liked quiet Big Cousin better, though Asher couldn't possibly know whether one or the other would choose Mira. So he just sat besides Kida, chittering and cheeping his own little cheers for those Impressed and trying to send Encouragement feelings at his person.
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Mar 17, 2013 19:02:24 GMT -5
Wenth's head lowered after the affectionate nip, the tan rubbing the side of her jaw against his back and shoulder. With Halventh's attention returning back to the hatching, hers did as well, imitating him as she'd done as a hatchling, or so Aylina often told her. Maybe...?[/i] She responded to his question, distracted by the dragonets on the sands. What is little always becomes bigger, yes... it does...[/i]
She liked Aylina's stories of her little self, she thought they were nice, and wanted a little version of herself too. Some day, Aylina had been a little too surprised to hear her mention that, so it must not be time yet, no... it must not be. She focused temporarily on the little blue on the sands. He is a little blue, yes... he is... he will not be as big as Halventh, no... he will not...[/i]
Whether or not Wenth was making a guess, some odd instinct whispered to her, or she was actively pulling from Aylina's thoughts was entirely up for debate. Regardless, she looked from the sands to her favorite clutchsib and back again. He is the color of the sky, yes... he is... but he does not have the stars like Halventh does... no... he does not... The subqueen seemed oddly satisfied by that, as if Halventh had 'won' against the little blue in her eyes- or something, one never knew how a tan's mind worked.
Two L'xon? Oh. It's L'xon's son, Wenth. There ain' two of 'im, it's his boy. She'd have to clarify that one, she could already feel the Tan trying to wrap her mind around the word. Like... uhhh, y'know. 'member how Halventh had his eggs with Agrippith? The boys in that clutch are his sons, the girls are daughters.
Oooh... I understand now, yes... I do... the small L'xon is L'xon's hatchling. Yes... he is...[/i] Wenth sounded happy about that, but there was an undercurrent of... something else in her voice as she trailed off. Close enough, she wasn't gonna debate terminology with her dragon right now.
She smiled back at her fellow rider, face flitting over his to make sure he hadn't lost any weight or was showing any more signs of sickness. Nothin', he even looked like he'd gained some of what he'd lost back. The blonde turned her gaze to the squirming boy in question. "Naww, prolly not that long, s'all good, jus' glad t'see ya in good spirits."
The little boy's blush was something else, and she blinked at his little face. Little one was gonna end up a heartbreaker when he reached L'xon's age, she could tell. Probably gonna be a handful an' a half too. "Nice t'meetcha, Lexen!" She replied cheerily, acting like he was a grown up like his father, and chuckled. At that age, there were more interesting things than girls and listenin' to the adults talk.
She remembered those days. Remembered more of 'em that included throwin' some of them hold boys into the muddy streams or whackin' 'em with sticks when they'd send her into a right fury. "Ain' that hard t'separate th' two, one sounds one way an' the other's the other." Oversimplifying it quite a bit, but it was what it was and the tanrider relaxed. She grinned, finding some humor in the idea of massive pinks and greens. "Dunno 'bout you, but I'd do double or triple stable duties for a whole month t'hear what Waroth's gonna say when she realizes that pink's gonna equal 'er in size."
She perked up at the sound of the feast invitation. "Sure! I'd like that!" And firelizards. And pillies- especially pillies. And baby dragons. And whers. There wasn't a whole lot that Wenth didn't like, come to think of it.
I like little ones, yes... I do...[/i] Wenth agreed, distracted as things progressed on the sands.
Aylina quirked a pale brow in L'xon's direction, the little boy's question- and imitation of his father's habit- somewhat amusing her. Why would his mother be mad at him for attendin' a hatching? Unless the lad was in trouble or somethin', then she could see why. L'xon's comment only further incited the woman's curiosity and she waited, patient as always, for the conversation to finish so she could hear just what exactly was going on.
And when she did, she couldn't tell whether or not she wanted to laugh or give him a sympathetic clap on the shoulder. "Sorta took 'im, eh?" Her own eyes flicked towards the ceiling in thought, her eyes dropping back down to meet her fellow rider and friend's. "Don' s'ppose she'd believe y'took 'im t'see where you an' Halventh live an' for a fly-about after a meal?" Aylina was terrible at lies, always had been and likely always would be.
A heartbeat later. "That another reason y'offered t'have me visit with ya at the feast? Keep some o' the wrath from comin' down hard on the both of ya?" She didn't sound offended in the least, merely mildly curious and accepting of the theory- if it turned out to be true.
A common on the sands caused her to look sharply, Wenth's excitement bubbling through their bond to her. The massive pink had Impressed to a lad, and Aylina poorly stifled a laugh. She'd met Saia's pink, and Ondine's, and while Wenth was more than happy to play with them, she knew from observation the color was a handful in an entirely different way than her own beloved was. "Weyrlin'ood's gonna be fun for 'im, wonder how 'er personality's gonna turn out?"
The last egg had cracked and opened to reveal a large black. "An' there's the last of 'em. Only th' green, or viridian, ain' sure which, an' that not so little black left now." She sounded satisified by the relatively peaceful hatching. All could change, of course, if the green-viridian decided to pitch a tantrum or the black went savage.
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He couldn't... even begin to fathom what exactly was going on in all of this nonsense. A black unfurled his wings from the broken remnants of his shell- he couldn't see the sparkle, not exactly from his position. He might have seen a glint, but it could have been the light off of newly hatched, damp hide for all he knew. He was big, like that pink and the green-viridian-whatever. Weren't blacks and pinks supposed to be the smallest next to Greys? Honestly, he scowled, squinting a little as the black seemed content to do his own thing for the time being.
And then the moody, cranky dragonet decided to charge the girls.
Raxeris tensed, blue eyes flashing irritably as he watched, bracing himself for the inevitable impact of a dragonet's baby fangs into vulnerable human flesh. He'd been to those lessons, knew what they demanded the Candidates do, or not do, as the case had been drilled into their heads time and time again. Then again, some of the candidates had been talking- and he distinctly remembered silence being a rule given to them by the Candidatemasters.
Maybe the pissy thing was annoyed by the chattering.
The pink was having a great time, he watched her warily as she made her way down the row of girls, and then made her way to the boys. Oh shards no. You get back over there with the girls, don't bring your loud screechy, squealy hide over this way or so help m-
And she chose Millinmir. Just like that, interrupting his thoughts the same way she'd decided to interrupt the descending quiet post cyan-and-whatever-the-irritable-dragonet-was squabble.
A tic had formed in the outer corner of his left eye. One hand moved, pulling the offending bit of his face tightly to the side to quell the twitching. Once it'd stopped, for the moment, he released it, his hand dropping back to his side and remained as statue still as he had been before.
Of course, his offer to help Millinmir wasn't going to terminate itself just because the other had Impressed. If anything, it was especially more important now that he had a dragonet. Two more and this will be over. He believed his patience would last that long. It had to, it absolutely had to- his training, and the mental image of his mother's infamous Looming Disapproving Glower wouldn't allow for anything other wise.
I am going to bed after this.[/size]
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Ondine
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Post by Ondine on Mar 17, 2013 19:41:08 GMT -5
Since getting to Damask's corner, she hadn't kept an eye on the man who was in the same area. As a result, she squeaked, startled, when his voice came from behind her, and she turned fast enough to nearly wrench her neck. She opened her mouth to answer his question, but then he continued, and she frowned. “Abombi....what?” What did it mean? It didn't sound good, from the context, but, she'd never heard it before.
But then she beamed, and said with more than a little trace of pride and defensiveness, “Damask is my mom! And Damali is my big sis. Whers are better than d-dragons, they don't f-fly, so I'm over here. No risk of having one of them f-find me.” She hoped. Having your soul's second half hatch probably wasn't blocked by a bit more sand between here and there. But it was the best she could do and still be with her momma. A better mom than the one she was born from.
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Maal watched, silently cheering at the pink looked over all of the girls. A few of them were chattering, on both sides of the groups, and he found it a little telling that the one who had complimented the green found herself being angrily stared down with a claw on her foot. He took that as a reminder why never to talk to the dragonets after respectfully thanking the mothers for the chance to be at this hatching, one never knew how it would turn out, and even compliments could evidently turn against you.
The pink, though, seemed to be a little bundle of energy and love over at the girl's side, but it was obvious that she wasn't finding her person over there. So she came over to the boy's side, and Maal only barely managed not to flinch when the dragonet screamed out in...was that happiness? Honestly, the candidate couldn't tell, but the way she picked up her pace sure made it seem like it. He made sure to give her enough room to wind around him if needed, given that she was just barely smaller than the brown he'd seen at his last hatching.
But then she bumped her nose into Millimir's chest with a high pitched shriek of delight, and it was obvious to the younger boy that the older teen had found his partner in life. He smiled and gave the guy a wave of congratulations, but refrained from speaking, swiftly returning to look at the green and the new black that had hatched. He didn't seem to want to move, and the green had backed away from the girls. At least, he thought, there had been no blood so far...unlike the last one.
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Chimera
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Post by Chimera on Mar 17, 2013 21:38:25 GMT -5
The black hatched, and Nora looked at it with a smile that waxed and waned as the green and pink approached the female candidates. While the sparkly pink seemed excited as it studied the candidates, the green seemed scarier every second. Nora blankly watched it bellow at Astrielle and stomp on her foot, and then walk off. "Uh. You alright." she bluntly asked.
This triggered a reaction in Nora. Memories of the candidate lessons flooded her brain, and she remembered all too late what the Candidatemaster had said about silence at a Hatching. Nora falsely cheered for the pink, who impressed to Millinmir, before returning to her thoughts. Combined with the failures in Benden hatchings, her dumb behavior at this one overwhelmed Nora. She could have jeopardized her possible Impression! The stymied girl found sadness where there had been angry determination before, and an internal storm picked up.
Back in her birthplace of Benden Weyr, Nora wasn't nurtured very well. Her father loved her but wasn't sure how to raise her. Her mother didn't care for her much, but didn't want to hand the confused girl over to a foster. Thus, she grew up with no goals to reach, little boundaries set. After all, what could the "spawn of a drunkard and a drudge" as a Weyrbrat had said, hope to achieve? It would haunt her through the turns.
So it was a beyond-pleasant surprise when Nora was Searched, and could try to follow in her rider grandma's footsteps. But her anger grew when Nora was left Standing at Benden hatchings. She had hoped to start fresh at Dalibor, but didn't seem to be successful so far. Easiest caught wherry... Dumb girl...
And as much as she wanted to suppress it, Nora was angry the pink hadn't Impressed to her. She knew this wasn't right, to react like this. It wasn't rational. But Nora couldn't think rationally by now.
She had flown into a lunatic frenzy, and felt detached from the world around her. This can't be happening... the last calm part of her thought. Failure! Never reaching goals that never existed.
Nora's mental shell snapped in half, pushed by old demons and new stress from the Hatching.. Nora began to shake and hyperventilate, face tingling and turning an unhealthy red as she let out a few strangled sobs.
She proceeded, head and heart pounding, to violently blow slimy chunks of chyme onto the previously clean sands.
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Cathaline
Lady Holder
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 17, 2013 23:37:43 GMT -5
Valentine might be fidgeting, but other people were talking. Now she understood why those lessons had been so common and strict; they had to hammer them into people's heads because otherwise, it all flew out again when faced with the stress and excitement of a hatching. Of course, this was a very unusual hatching, so perhaps that was why.
She grinned at the pink as she was looked over and, soon enough, passed over, and gave a wince of sympathy for poor Astrielle, who probably didn't deserve that. Admittedly, she had broken the rules, and Valentine couldn't help but smile even wider as she thought that this would be just another anecdote in the next batch of lessons, just like the girl who got her arm broken by Callistath once upon a time. Shards, it was mean, and she really didn't want anyone to get hurt for any reason, but it was entertaining to watch history in the making. Weird sizes, great personalities, and most of them glittered like their mother, but nope - she already knew the Candidatemasters would be writing up their lectures about why you shouldn't try to entice dragonets over.
The giant black was lurking around by the eggs, and Valentine took a deep breath. It would be over soon. The green had to be close to choosing, then the black would, and then...well, she would likely be heading back to the barracks alone. There were a lot of Candidates here, and only two chances to Impress, after all. Did that bother her? She decided that it didn't; after all, most everyone else would be in the same boat. No point in whining about it. And the lessons would be loads more fun in the future, now that she knew everything and could concentrate less on the words and more on her fellow Candidates and how ridiculous they were. Seriously.
Never mind the fact that she wasn't exactly the perfect Candidate herself, scuffing the sand with her toe. She wished it could keep going, but the end was near, and she was definitely getting a bit anxious. It was hot, after all.
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It did not surprise Jazz, and didn't really bother her, that a few of the Candidates were breaking some of the lesser rules. That happened every time, after all. When you were out there...it was a bit much to keep all the etiquette in your head, even if it basically boiled down to "stand still, keep quiet, and don't panic." The pressure started to get to you, the excitement, the hope and despair...
And some people couldn't handle it. Nora was shaking like a leaf, and even before she threw up, Jazz could see she wasn't well. One glance down at Yuri told her that he knew it too, and she barely had to communicate with Weslieth for him to step in. Hello, Nora![/i] the yellow chirped, his mental touch gentle on hers as she fell apart. It's going to be all right! You can come sit with me.[/i] Never mind the fact that he was up on a ledge, really. It wasn't the words, it was the tone, and Weslieth was a Candidatemaster's dragon. For all his silliness, he could be very good when the time came. Or with Yusk. See Yusk over there? Yusk's is going to come and stand with you![/i] And lead her off the sands, in all likelihood; it didn't look like pure stress that she would be fine after.
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Mar 17, 2013 23:53:29 GMT -5
The hatching seemed to be going accordingly, and with significantly less bloodshed than the last hatching. The candidates, for the most part, seemed to be doing considerably better when it came to obeying the rules- though there were the odd few who seemed to forget in the midst of excitement. Those who didn't Impress would receive a lecture, though should Yuri be in charge it would be more a reminder than actual scolding.
At least, things had gone well right up until the brightly colored dragon, large as she was for her color, had done something to Astrielle. As unfortunate as it was, Nora's reaction was unexpected, and considerably worrisome. Yusk. Contact Nimara and and Jazz, we're going to need to discuss a few things. Like why the girl had shown little to no sign of this type of reaction prior, for one, and if she would be stable enough to stand in the future- if she were to stand, that is.
Startled from her position in the thick shadows, one of Yuri's shirts covering her eyes, the green did as she was asked and timidly contacted the dragons of the other two Candidatemasters and let them know the happenings. Apparently the three of them were once again of same mind, as he no sooner had Yusk tell them when the reply and go-ahead came. Good girl, Yusk.
With a wary eye on Damask's side of the sands, as well as a half-bow in Jarith's direction, the stocky form of the wherhandler approached the nauseated candidate and gently announced his presence. "Nora," he kept his voice gentle, soft but firm. "we are going to help you off the sands, everything is alright." Yusk very cautiously inched her snout forward, long blue tongue reaching out to lightly lick the tips of the candidate's fingers with a garbled sounding attempt at a comforting croon.
Positioning himself between her and the shared sands, Yuri was careful in his guidance to the young woman, arm hovering a few inches behind her shoulders and a hand ready to catch her shoulder if she started to drop down. "It happens," he assured her kindly, eyes flicking to the healers ahead in hopes that they had a little something to soothe the nerves and an upset stomach. "let's have a seat over here, it's cooler than out there on the sands, there we go." A stool was provided just off the sands, the girl out of sight and given a degree of privacy as a result.
Yuri crouched in front of her, brown eyes searching the red faced candidate's features. He would wait until the girl rode it out, providing a quiet but stable presence for her, Yusk took a careful seat next to the girl, close enough that Nora could wrap an arm around the wher's shoulders if she so pleased, or just reach out and touch her. "Spread your knees a bit and lower your head- slowly now- between them." A soft, gentle smile. "Remember the breathing exercises Jazz taught you? Let's do a few of those together, follow my lead."
He inhaled slowly, deeply. It would take her a few tries at least, her breaths would be shallow at first, but would gradually get deeper. He held his breath for five seconds, and released slowly for seven, and would repeat the process until Nora had calmed down enough to speak.
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