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Post by cy on Jul 10, 2010 20:23:31 GMT -5
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Post by junomoule on Jul 10, 2010 21:00:57 GMT -5
Everything that was happening was either too fast or too slow, sending the Hatching itself into a bizarre state of limbo for the girl who was beginning to feel more like a spectator than a part of it. Disembodied by fear, she could only watch as events turned one after the other, barely seeming in sequence to her as her attention still lingered on that hiding black dragonet.
He moved, of course. He moved like a lightening bolt, moving towards the female candidates with a desperation that hit Loto like a ton of bricks. It was with wide eyes and a slightly alarmed squeal that she stumbled awkwardly backwards, using her arms to keep her balance up in the less than stable grounds of the stands. She exhaled slowly, her brown eyes still wide with an almost belated fear as the black curled around Xarca as though she were a lifeline.
She didn't know the girl, but she understood the connection that had been formed- though she was still too stunned by the black racing by her to really applaud for it. Awkwardly, her hands clasped together and she breathed out. Scary, scary, scary... It was a mantra in her head more insistent than her heartbeat, keeping tempo with her ever-racing pulse as she turned her head back towards the newly hatched dragons in a daze.
The cyan that stood powerfully between a temperamental brown and a flirtatious, oblivious pink held her attention for a moment. It was more as though she were observing them from through a glass as she exhaled slowly the breath she hadn't even realized that she had been holding. "S- so steadfast..." She marveled at the cyan, and couldn't help but grow stiff as she approached- straight to the girl next to her, Myra. Her head turned to look at Myra and the dragonet as though observing a tennis match; one to the other and back again.
"Ta! Congratulations!" Her fear was overcome by a very specific sort of joy, the hammering adrenaline in her heart mixed with the sincerity of the moment as Myra threw her arms over the dragonet managed to bring tears to the girl's eyes. She stood on shaky legs, giving a little sniffle that she wiped inelegantly off on her robe with that big, ever-sincere and generous grin of hers as her friend headed out- risking a small wave only to catch sight of a familiar, bright pale blue.
Her eyes widened, and the tears didn't quite stop. She saw H'eath up there with Junaeth, and her waving grew almost frantic in it's tempo. They saw her, right? A'tra was there, he could show him, maybe- the heroes who had solidified that the dragon riders here were heroes, too! She wanted to be a hero, and she would be- a determination that made her entirely oblivious to the frightened and happy tears that ran down her smiling face in their bittersweet glory.
It was the largely darker-colored green in her peripheral vision that brought her distracted attention back towards the sands, very quickly and sheepishly withdrawing her hand as she scooted to the side as if to evade Faibeth's presence. Intense, scary- the pink weaving through the girls was something that didn't much seem to occur to Loto as she sought out Medusa and rather shamelessly reached out a hand to grab the other girl's in an action that was to receive support as much as to get it.
Loto didn't need to say anything about that, letting her hand lightly squeeze the other girl's as applause thundered around her as more Impressions came to pass. She applauded along with a cheer, pumping her free hand up into the air as though the last Impression had somehow been a personal victory. "Heroes..." She whispered as if to convince herself, focusing more on her sandals for a moment instead of the dragonets.
She didn't seem self conscious about the tears streaming down her face at all, just distracted by the vague pattern on her sandals.
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Post by Zane on Jul 10, 2010 21:54:21 GMT -5
Someone was talking to her sweetly, and making her feel affection-the one emotion she’d turned off with vigilance-and yet she didn’t want it to stop. Lesa was making her feel better, and no one had really been capable of making her feel better. What the girl spoke was truth. It wasn’t something she could control; she’d tried, time and time again. If anything the dragon’s scolded her for thinking it was possible to get them to shut up. She’d cursed at them, and even engaged in some not so light banter. That had resulted in their saying she would make a tasty snack, and asking how little she thought of their capability to sit on her. When Lesa grabbed her hand she froze, like she was in shock. The contact then sent a pleasant tingle through her body, and it made her smile. She liked it-touch. It was a natural human desire.
”You definitely belong here Lesa,” she said, her own voice sounding weak to her. ”Thanks for just... seeming to be there when its needed,” Tieler thanked her awkwardly. She didn’t know the right thing to say. How could you say so little to someone when you wanted to say so much? Lesa didn’t have the time, and Tieler didn’t have the guts, especially now. ”When you impress, just don’t hate me for asking you about private things, all right?” And amidst the darkness Tieler found the time to joke. It brought everything around full-circle and brought her emotions to a level of normalcy-for her.
”So, vying for the Queen? I’m voting for you, really I am,” she said, actually meaning it. She knew that no matter what Lesa impressed she’d be happy. No matter what any of them impressed, they would. Regardless, she thought Lesa would make a sharding fine Weyrwoman. She looked upon her friend with admiration, then back out to the rocking eggs. What was to come next, she wondered. Hopefully hers, or Lesa’s, or even... She turned around, scanning the heads. Ah! There she was, with some girl she didn’t recognize. Was Loto tearing-up too? Okay, now she definitely didn’t feel as bad for having done so; if everyone else was it made it almost like a party!
Wait, had she just included herself in the possible-to-impress list? Well, that was wrong. Lesa might have done a number on her, but it wasn’t enough to give her full-confidence that she was about to walk away with anything. She watched the Pink now, for it seemed to want attention, like she herself sometimes did. Somehow that made her disinterested in it very quickly, and she looked back over to the group of boys. She didn’t really know any of them, bar Felix-from afar. He had made an idiot out of himself at the Candidate lesson and had Lesa yelling.
The Blue that was on their side was small, but handsome. Tieler wondered what would hatch next; a Bronze, or another Brown? A Bronze would definitely be interesting to see, she thought. Which of the males would it choose? She looked over to them, judging by the tallest, most hardy-looking boys. She knew that Bronze’s were power, though it didn’t necessarily mean they wouldn’t pick a shier, quieter, boy. Dragon’s surprised everyone.
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Post by lesa on Jul 10, 2010 23:10:20 GMT -5
It was part of being a Healerdaughter, the empathy that Lesa found herself displaying: at times she wished she didn't have it at all, though most of the time she just wished she didn't have as much as she did. She wasn't the type to just curl up in a ball and cry when faced with danger or harm to others: she would leap to help them - but this whole feeling along-the-lines-of-what-the-other-person-is-feeling thing could get rather annoying. She'd much prefer to just be sympathetic. But it wasn't to be. Shards.
Even now she felt the slight clinical separate-oneself-from-situation habit she had when things got messily emotional and she didn't want to deal with them: normally she just dealt with them without this. But here it seemed: shields up. "You belong here as much as I do," she parried quickly, "more so, with your, ah, talent, despite how it drives you crazy." Another smile, softer, "and thanks, you've been there when you're needed too. Just not the same getting a sarcastic look from a feline as it is from a person who can give me that set-down needed, you know?" A brief thought for the still-unknown-whereabouts-feline, then the Harper herself back into the conversation.
"Why would I hate you for it? You'll have a very good source of information if I Impress, and it would only make sense that you'd want your curiosity assuaged. We are Harpers - if we aren't curious, we aren't doing something right: even now, when we're Candidates." Lesa snickered quietly, then blushed at Tieler's next statement, eyes darting around the Hatching Sands to settle briefly on the great golden egg before wandering back to Tieler's own by way of looking for the pink and blue. "I guess I am - never really planned on it; just even having the chance to Impress is enough for me." She kept the rest of what she wanted to say to herself; the Sands were sacrosanct, and besides, this was something only needed to bolster herself, not worry others. If I don't Impress here I'm done... but then again, going back to the Hall wouldn't be bad - get to see Ma and Da more an'stuff. Maybe even make it to Master Harper some day, that way! She shrugged, a nimble move of her shoulders, the barest flicker: such an action seemed too... normal for the Sands. "Don't put yourself down, you have just as good a chance - better, actually, than I do, to Impress."
Tier was there with the other boys, she noticed, looking around. And - her eyes narrowed - Felix and Dix-Dramix. Still tempting to call him Dixie, after everything. He - he had potential. Okay, maybe not a lot, but a little. He just... wasted it in being a bully. She hated that. Wasted potential... ugh. Felix was a smart one, for a smarmy idiot. Different sort of idiot than Dramix: Dixie was an idiot for not allowing himself to live up to his potential. Felix was an idiot for living up to the potential his parents expected of him in a way that wasn't at all socially acceptable outside of Trader life.
She shook her head and turned her attention back to the eggs, ignoring how her hair poofed for a moment - the last of her braid had come undone, and the heat was causing her hair to collect a slight static charge, floating around her.[/size]
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Post by purnip on Jul 10, 2010 23:17:45 GMT -5
The Pink kept to the girls as Dramix hoped she would, dreading the possibility of Impressing such a flirtatious beast. What he would have done was quite simple. The Pink was worth none of his time and therefore she would be thoroughly ignored. He did his best to tear his eyes away from her; as the sort of boy he was, he kept an eye out for those that he loathed more than those that he favored. He wanted to make sure the lesser dragon would keep her place. Away from him.
The Brown was starting to look over them, but Dramix was slowly losing interest in him as well. He was passive and it was agitating. All the dark-haired boy wanted him to do was to at least trample a few Candidates during his search. Instead, he was calm and cool. Such a character reminded him too much of those smarty bastards that did nothing but piss him off. His attention returned to the Sands as a Green hatched, not long after followed by a Blue. Once again, Dramix proceeded to give the Green one no chances though she was nothing like her other sister of the same colored hide. The Blue, which was all he had left to focus on of the four, was also disappointing. Unlike his brother Blue that Impressed just before, this one was making noise and being an all around wherry-brain. There was no way that such a dim creature belonged to him.
Dramix wasn't the only annoying by this Blue. The Green, which he so easily dismissed before, was now turning on him with a quiet ferocity about her. Perhaps now the boy would finally get the fight he was waiting to see. The Green wasn't prepared to attack her brother however. They faced off, had a sort of dance around, and then the Blue tripped and nearly landed upon the easily irritated Brown. Just when Dramix thought he'd finally get to see this big Brown do something entertaining for a change, the larger dragon simply blew the others off and Impressed to some boy in their group. Yet another he didn't know. Whatever. He still didn't care. The eggs on the Sands were still bountiful and none of these dragons had personalities he really liked. They were all flawed in a fatal manner. He would only Impress to the most perfect, or so he was sure.
The Green went to the girls and Impressed to one of them. Dramix was fine with it. Instead of dancing around the Blue she should have put him in his place. That would have earned her just a bit of respect from the boy. So far he didn't feel like he was missing out on anything. There were still some large eggs out there; no big deal. He'd take a hefty well-tempered Blue without a fuss. No, he'd certainly fuss, but a part of him would be satisfied nonetheless. This left the chipper Blue and the Pink amidst the girls that didn't make up her mind just yet. Two dragons Dramix couldn't care less for. He watched the remaining eggs instead of those two, hoping something less disappointing came of them.
Felix hadn't Impress yet, which he kept at the back of his mind. That, and Lesa, another person he sort of remembered, hadn't as well. Because of how pronounced they had been so far in his life, he had the strangest sense that he would not be able to shake the other two off after this unless someone didn't leave the Sands with a dragon. Dramix wouldn't even mind the honors actually. He didn't want to Impress to something he didn't approve of, and so he was fine if he didn't Impress either. He simply believed that he could.
So he hoped the two the worst of luck, just so he could still get what he came for and lose two thorns in his sides all at once.
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Post by Nia on Jul 10, 2010 23:18:17 GMT -5
The Blue walked towards the Candidates with his carefree pace, happy enough to keep at his leisurely pace and not rush himself. This was an important pick, so he had to take his time. Not that the Blue was all that worried or anything. He just wanted to wander around for a bit before finding His. He did like to play, and if the Green hadn't been so pushy he probably would have tried to flirt with her. Not that he was entirely a flirt, but he did like the females. As he should, yes? He was a Blue! ...who would probably never win a flight with anything higher than a Cyan, if that.
As the Blue continued to procrastinate, the blue egg in front mottled with white began to splinter apart and another Blue stood in the now-destroyed egg. He was a deep blue color that faded lighter down his neck and on his underbelly. For a Blue, he was a bit larger than average, but proportioned well so he didn't seem as bulky as his other Blue siblings had been. Compared to the smaller, carefree Blue edging towards the males, this Blue was quite a bit larger. Unlike the other Blue, though, he didn't seem carefree. He seemed happy, but in a much calmer way.
Noticing the other Blue, the Blue closer to the Candidates decided to hurry it up a bit. He wasn't aiming to tease them, afterall. He just wanted to have a bit of fun first. Too bad there weren't any girls. He'd go flirt with his Blue sibling, for fun and to put on a bit of a show... but it wasn't really worth the effort. So instead he headed into the boys and sniffed a few of them, including Ezra and Isintier, before spotting the one perfect for him. N'uelMine! he said cheerfully, his voice loud even in His's mind, Your Ondeth can make a lot of fun noises. We should try to figure out more sounds! ...after we get food, the food was almost an afterthought. All he wanted to do was make a bit of noise and give people a good time! He'd say that food could come after that... but he was really, really hungry.
Blue: Boisterous, loud, carefree -Ondeth [wave] [00BFFF]
The Blue, the only one on the Sands now, sans the Pink that was still nudging through the girls, looked at the Candidates. He didn't want to make any of them feel bad if he didn't Impress to them! That would be awful! He was a bit of sensitive little thing, though very sincere about his feelings. Perhaps that made him strong, perhaps it made him weak, the Blue didn't really care all that much about himself. He cared about others. Other dragons, people... oh! And His. He needed to get about finding His. He didn't want anyone to worry!
As the Blue made a sure line towards the boys (with a bit of a guitly look back at the girls) another egg began to hatch. It was the egg next to the tan one in the back, the large egg that had appeared to try and push itself next to the larger eggs. To fit in. It gave a violent shake and the dragonet inside pushed her way out, causing eggshells to fly in different directions. It was a Cyan, though a darky colored one. She had a bit of a dark, seafoamgreen hide, though starting on her neck and down her back she had lighter patches of green and blue, mixing together to form... well, Cyan. She wasn't the biggest Cyan either, but she was decently sized. Not that it mattered, for she had a regal and haughty look about her all the same.
The first thing she did was go over and eye her eggshells. Not out of that "ooh, shiney!" stupidity, oh no, she was far above that. She just wanted to look at them and admire them. They were her eggshells, afterall! With a satisfied little snort she moved forward, pushing past the other eggs and nearly knocking a few of the smaller ones over, not really caring what got in her way. She was a dragon on a mission! And it was a mission to... do... something? Like Impress, but not really. Close, though! That was close!
The Blue caught her attention first, and being the sensitive dragon he was, he turned to look at her. Did she want his help with something? They had to Impress, though. That was important. At first, it appeared as though she was going to flirt with him... before she rudely shouldered him over to the side, seeming quite pleased with herself. The Blue, not wanting to fight back, turned and moved towards the boys. He wasn't running! He definitely was not running! He just didn't want to see her get hurt. She was a female, which meant that she was probably weaker than he was. And he was really lucky the Cyan couldn't read his thoughts, or she probably would have beat him up for thinking that.
Anyway, whie the Cyan was busy poking around at the eggs, cleary uninterested in him anymore, the Blue decided it was time to get off these sands and away from her. He shot a concerned look at his Pink sister, who still looked very happy as she weaved through the girls, but decided she would be fine. He had to just think of himself at times. Your Verith definitely isn't scared, I'tierMine! She was just... um.... he paused, and then changed the subject, ... um. I'm hungry. Can you get me food?
Blue: Sincere, caring, sensitive -Verith [sincere] [0095B6] [/size]
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Post by kia on Jul 11, 2010 0:25:29 GMT -5
More and more Candidates were starting to arrive. She noticed that the majority of the Candidates were females, but there were some male Candidates. She wondered if the dragons inside the eggs cared about it. Well, they probably did not considering she had heard that even male dragons would Impress to female Candidates and vice versa. She recognized a lot of people on the Sands from the Candidate lesson that had received days before. So far everything seemed to be doing well. No one had been mauled by the Queens, though Kalith did look tense. Kela did not blame the Copper dragoness. They, as Candidates, no matter how far against the wall they were, would still be too close to the eggs for a mother to feel safe. But Fajra was here. And Avalle was too, of course, duh! Their Riders would help settle them down some.
The first egg to Hatch made Kela`s heart pound a thousand beats per second. Not literally, but it felt like it. She could even tell she was holding her breath, but she could not let it go. She wanted to make sure the little dragon inside was okay. A new life was being born on the Sands today. No, not a single new life, multiple new lives! And it was exciting, nervous, heart-tugging, amazing, and so many mix emotions in one moment. How could a human experience it all at one like this and not explode. Could the thrill and the nervousness be what called out to the little dragons from inside for them to come out and face the blue skies and sun that circled Pern and Dalibor? Whatever the reason, Kela was happy to see eggs Hatching on the Sands. They brought back interesting memories for her of her previous times at Standing.
A Green Hatched! Kela felt the air in her lungs rush out as a huge, silent sigh of relief escaped her throat. The Green was healthy. Kela did not expect anything less from a Queen`s Clutch, but sometimes you had to hold your breath and still hope. The Green made her way over to the Candidates, but it appeared that she could not make her mind up. Then the little one`s attention was caught by the sounds of other eggs breaking. The Hatching was defiantly officially beginning. Another egg Hatched and revealed a Blue dragonet. But the Blue seemed to not be so interested in his sister. Well, Kela could not say she was not surprised. Every dragon had his or her own personality that made the dragon very unique. But the Green was on the move again, and heading toward the female Candidates this time. Kela held her breath again. A girl Impressed! And just as this event happened, it seemed to trigger another event: A Black Hatching on the Sands now! Kela could not help but to smile.
There was the sound of clapping from the stands as some began to clap for the Impression. Even Kela clapped for the Impression. “Congratulations,” she whispered softly, trying to stay silent most of the time so she could hear the sounds of more cracking eggs. After she watched the first pair walk off the Sands, Kela turned her attention back onto the eggs. But it was not without first noticing that Xela was here. She wondered how Xela was doing and remembered that she had offered to help the girl with her chores and duties. Xela looked like she was not amused by the first Green`s efforts to get the Blue`s attention. Well, sure, the Green had thrown herself onto that Blue, but the Green had righted herself by being the first Impress. Well, she had to chuckle to herself slightly. The girl who Impressed the Green was going to have a fun time keeping the Green in line. But she was sure that there would be some fun in the process.
Her eyes made contact with the dragons right as the Blue found his and Impressed. The Blue looked proud as he approached his new Mine, but he also seem to cast off that appearance of love for his new Rider. Again, each dragon had his or her own personality that made them stand out from one another, just like the differences in hide colors. And speaking of unique dragon personalities, the Black moved! But he was running, like he was scared! And she saw the reason. A Cyan had Hatched. She had made an effort to go over to the Black. She was sweet to want to help him or whatever reason she had gone over to him in the first place. But the Black panicked. And he was running over toward the female Candidates. Kela`s eyes widened, as if she expected a crash of a dragon into her.
The crash did not occur. Instead the Black had gone to another girl. The Black was huddled up next to his Mine almost like a scared cat. She felt sorry for the Black. The Black did not need to be scared. Pern was a wonderful place to live in. His Mine would help him figure that out. And she mentally wished Xarca luck with her new dragon. Crack! Another egg Hatched! Kela`s eyes moved from the Black to the Cyan and the new little dragon on the Sands. A Pink had Hatched this time. Crack! Another egg broke and revealed another dragon. A Brown! And he looked majestic. She watched as the Pink ran to circle around the Brown, only to be rejected and snarled back at. But the kind Cyan had come to the Pink`s rescue by stepping between them. That Cyan was really lovely. Whoever Impressed her would be a lucky one for sure.
Sure enough the Cyan moved after the fight stopped and had gone off to Impress to one of the girls. There sure were many girls here, Kela continued to note. But her main concern was for every dragon to Hatch safely and healthy and Impress to their Mines. Kela wanted nothing more than that as she watched the beautiful Cyan walk off the Sands with her Mine as the Pink stayed at the edge of the Candidates. The Brown, on the other hand, had moved off by himself to be by himself. Well, she was not sure what had exactly happened on the Sands. All she knew was that the Pink had been circling the Brown and that seemed to anger him. Well, even though she was use to it with the kids she watched, she guessed that if someone was circling you and not letting you get anywhere would be rather annoying.
The Pink was on the go again. She was moving in and out of the female Candidates, causing a few of the Candidates to squeak in surprise. She smiled at the Pink as the little dragon passed by. The Pink was not in any hurry to Impress. Well, take all the time you want, dear one, Kela thought to the Pink. She had not really noticed the Brown moving toward the boys because her eyes were captured by the distinct color of a Green dragon Hatching from the next egg. But that was not all! A darker colored Blue Hatched next from a lighter blue colored egg. Kela smiled a little more. Well, the contrasting colors worked for him. There was sound of clapping again that caught Kela`s ears. The Brown had Impressed! Congratulations to him as well as like with all the other Candidates. Then the applauding continued. Another girl had Impressed to the Green! Kela grinned. The Hatching was absolutely marvelous!
There was still the Blue and Pink that were on the Sands by this time. Neither of them looked close to Impressing at the moment. She wondered what was going through their minds at this moment. She knew what was going through her mind, and possibly some of the other Candidates. Would they be left standing or would they all Impress. Would she be left to stand at the end? She wondered who her lovely dragon would be when she Impressed. Maybe a nice dragon like her brothers? No, she highly soubted that because her dragon would be different yet perfect for her. She looked over at Callistath. Queen mother, is my partner in your Clutch? she thought partly to herself and to the dragon. She was beginning to have those desires to really Impress. Was that selfish? Greedy? Was it bad to want to Impress?
People were beginning to talk. Except the talking was going beyond congratulating people who had Impressed. They were talking like normal. Sure, some of the words were encouraging, but Kela felt like it was rude and disrespectful to the Queens to be just talking on the ands while there was a Hatching going on. She always thought that silence was your best friends. That with silence the dragons could find their Riders much easily rather than getting distracted with idle conversation. She was rather surprised that the Gold Queen had not given any warning growls to the Candidates to be silent. Kela was definitely going to keep her mouth shut for now. She did not want to scare any dragons. She wanted to give her future dragon every chance he or she had to find her whoever that dragon was. She sighed mentally. The Hatching was moving. She was here to try to Impress, not to talk.
The Blue dragon was moving slowly. Slow enough for Kela to catch sight of another Blue dragon Hatching on the Sands. The appearance of another Blue seemed to have jolt something inside the other Blue. The first Blue was now moving quickly toward the male Candidates. He wanted to Impress his Mine! And he did! Another wave of clapping echoed in the Sands. But Kela was able to tune the sound out a little as her eyes saw a Cyan enter the Sands. The Cyan appeared to have that regal stance that the Brown had earlier. Kela almost corrected herself before she saw the Cyan shoulder her Blue brother and head off in another direction. It was the Blue who started approaching the male Candidates and… he Impressed! He seemed to be worried about the Pink that was still on the Sands, but he had Impressed! She was happy for both Blue dragons. They had found their Mines safely.
So all that remained on the Sands at this time was a Pink and a Cyan. The Cyan appeared to want to be left alone for the moment, and the Pink seemed rather content at weaving in and out of the female Candidates. Well, the Pink might Impress soon. From weaving in and out of the Candidates she was probably already calculating which ones could possibly be her potential Mines. Kela kept on smiling, both to the Pink and the fact that she was on the Sands hoping to Impress. She could not feel upset one tiny bit that she had not Impressed yet. She was happy others were Impressing. She knew that when she Impress, the time would come and that she would know and feel it the moment she felt that connection hit between her and her dragon. For now, until that moment, she would continue to watch the egg shells crack open and watch little dragon enter this world and Impress their Mines.
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Post by arratra on Jul 11, 2010 1:13:58 GMT -5
Matren, now M'tren, froze when his dragon's voice reverberated through his mind. "Of course, Esprith," he said automatically, leading the brown away from the Candidates and towards the table of meat.
"So it's true," A'tra murmured to Av, as M'tren approached the table, with Esprith at his heels, "You really are a Search dragon." Was there ever any doubt? Av said smugly, earning a light backhand to his neck for the comment. A'tra laughed. "Ah well. I guess that's true."
Mine, your pain is gone all of a sudden, Esprith said, looking at his new rider, as M'tren retrieved a bowl from the table and started giving him bite-sized gobbets, which he gratefully swallowed. "It's because... with you around, I won't be alone again," Matren said, rubbing Esprith's eye ridge with his hand in passing. The brown snuffled happily at the thought, and focussed on filling up his empty belly.
"Mother and Father are going to be overwhelmed," A'tra commented, as Margras landed on his shoulder, holding yet another glow, "All three of their children are dragonriders." Would you have it any other way? Av asked, although there was that familiar smile in his mental voice. "You're incorrigible, you!" A'tra said, laughing, as he slapped his beast's hide playfully, "But enough of this. We're here to watch the Hatching, and watch it we will!"
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Post by zeis on Jul 11, 2010 1:47:26 GMT -5
Life for Zeis had resumed its normal strange pace, only his living quarters had really changed. He had failed to Impress either of the two dragonets at the Gray and Orange ladies hatching, and, not quite devastated by being passed over, he had become quite depressed. The boy, already withdrawn and introverted, withdrew further and avoided interaction with his fellow candidates when possible. He had alienated his room mate, and his peers, and he was very aware of it. It was a selfish and silly thing what he was doing, and he didn't like himself any more for it. He still had trouble sleeping at night, still had trouble with dreams, and looking at himself in the mirror every morning. A pale short boy with near bruise colored rings over his eyes. Life goes on.
The boy slipped quickly into his room as though someone were chasing him, and breathed a small sigh of relief. He'd just come from a slightly upsetting conversation with his mother. There were eggs on the sands again, heaps of them. Not the largest clutch he had heard of in his years spent at Dalibor, but a fair sized one none the less. His mother had been quite a braggart when he was first selected to be a candidate, but now as the seasons had passed she had simply begun to think of him as a normal boy again. Don't worry, she had said, once they realized this was all nonsense he could come back to the kitchens and do what he was meant to do. He leaned heavily against the door, clasped his hands in front of him tightly, turning already white knuckles whiter. "What am I meant to do...?"
<i>MY EGGS HATCH. CANDIDATES, IF YOU INTEND TO IMPRESS, GET TO THE SANDS AT ONCE. YOU WILL BE RESPECTFUL AND YOU WILL HAVE MANNERS. LATENESS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.</i>
Though he had become used to dragon's voices in his head, he jumped at the intrusion and banged the back of his head painfully against the door. Hissing in pain, he sank to his knees with a whimper, and gingerly touched a hand to his head. Well... That had been a rather decisive answer, hadn't it? Why was it that whenever dragonkin spoke or interacted with him, he was always in some position to injure himself? That was fate too, he supposed. The boy quickly pushed himself to his feet, and set about locating and donning his traditional candidacy clothes for the second time in his life. The robe was still too short, but he had kept it folded and neatly tucked away. The white fabric flowing wrinkle free around him, and in the glimpse he caught of himself in the mirror making him look like a ghost. He slipped his feet in the sandals hurriedly, and started out the door at a run.
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Rhea had not been in the barrack's when the call to the hatching had gone out. Though she had grown accustomed to life as a candidate, and life around the great colorful dragonkin, beyond lessons and chores she did not devote much time to them. She still dreamed of one day impressing a dragon, and showing her brother and the world what for, but as her first hatching passed and this one neared she found the reality of that dream fading. She wanted it to happen, but she was not a person who lived off of hope and what could be. She was a person who lived off of what was, and what must be done. So when the golden Queen's call rang out like a command from above, she paused in her work at the stables to glance curiously toward the hatching cavern.
The girl stole away here often in her free time to simply watch, and offer whatever care she could for the few runner-beasts stabled at Dalibor. She had been saving up marks to pay for the transport of her own beast from her families mainland based caravan to the island Weyr. She'd had to leave him behind when she came here, and though she still remained aloof from her fellow candidates, she had grown to miss his silent company. It was a more realistic and reachable dream than a dragon. But that voice had shifted the scales hadn't it? What was once a distant notion, could tonight be reality. The girl tapped her gloved fingers thoughtfully, before taking off toward her room briskly.
She knew she was going to be late, because as she ran she could already see streams of candidates dressed in white headed toward the hatching cavern. If she had a chance at a dragon at all, she wouldn't miss it. Tilting her pace into a run, the girl bounded through the door to the barracks. And slammed full force into a much shorter boy her own age running in the opposite direction. His head connected painfully with her chest, knocking the air from her lungs. On her part, thinking the crash was some sort of attack, she lifted her leg and slammed it cruelly into the boy's groin.
Both toppled to the ground and cringed away from each other, clutching their respective injuries. Rhea gasped for breath, and dragged herself away from her attacker with a glare that melt steel surely as any cromcoal. Zeis curled up into a ball, trying to cradle his now doubly aching head, and lessen the pain below his belt at the same time. Neither attempt was working. The former baker recovered enough to speak first, his voice pained, but worried and sincere. "S-sorry, sorry...! I didn't... I didn't see you..." He apologized, sitting up weakly with a not so subtle wipe of his arm across his mouth. He glanced down at the arm of his robe in dismay, seeing the blood that stained it. His lip had split, and now the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, and flowed lazily down his chin.
Rhea glared at him some more for good measure. She wasn't fond of clumsy forgetful people, but, she supposed underneath the part of her that badly wanted to kick him again, that it had been equally her fault. Coughing, she picked herself up determined and fixed him with a scowl for a few moments, making no move at first to help him up. Without speaking she walked past him toward her room, getting ready and dressed for the hatching quickly and efficiently. When she emerged from her room he was still there, trying to rise and hobble painfully out of the barracks. As she passed by she seized the wrist of his bloodied arm, pulling him to his feet with a grunt and a yelp from the boy. There was no helping it now. They'd be late. She raised her arched eyebrows at him with a frown, and then started off toward the nesting caverns, dragging him behind her.
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The two late candidates made their appearance at the same time, and to both's dismay but neither's surprise the hatching was already well underway. A myriad of brightly colored dragonets were already on the sands, most having already chosen their riders. The stockpile of eggs still held strong, but egg shells littered the hot sand. Her face guarded, but clouded still with anger and disappointed, Rhea dragged her now recovered, but suddenly very nervous charge to face the twin Queen mother's of the clutch.
Releasing the boy, she bowed respectfully, but not apologetically. She would not make excuses for herself. She'd been later, and if there were consequences for that, then it was her place to accept them. Zeis on the other hand stared in terrified awe up at the gold and copper dragons, before hastily and awkwardly following the girls example. He certainly wished there would be no reprisal. Respects having been made, Rhea parted ways with him abruptly, moving to stand determinedly between the group of boys and girls, unwilling to segregate herself to either. Zeis lingered some moments more, paralyzed, before coming to his senses and skittering off toward the protection of the cloud of male candidates. Faranth, he thought, let that be the end of it!
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Post by Kila on Jul 11, 2010 10:43:27 GMT -5
Rosasharn was sleeping peacefully when the eggs began to shake. Breathing softly with her hands folded beneath her cheek, she lay across the bed, furs folded neatly beside her other things. Lady Belle was curled up on her side, a vibrant ball of pink against her light gown. She had still not succumbed to the Weyr norm of wearing pants, nor did she have any intention to. It wasn’t lady-like. Though it was only barely nighttime (early to bed, early to rise, makes one healthy, wealthy, and wise, and so on), Calliststh’s call woke her out of an even sleep.
Startled, Rosasharn snapped awake and drew up into a momentarily fearful, sitting position. Who was yelling at her? All of the dragons that bespoke Candidates around here were incredibly ill-tempered. She gathered her displaced firelizard to her chest apologetically, cooing to her, and listened as the words rolled thunderously across her brain. ”Goodness me! The eggs ah hatchin’! Owh Fah’nath!” she exclaimed, her doe eyes growing wide. Quickly placing Lady Belle down on the bed beside her she jumped up and ran over to her little closet. Inside, hanging up neatly and ready, was her robe and sandals. ”Did’ya hear, Lady Belle? Callistath said lateness would not be tolerated!” she chattered with excitement as she began to undress. The Pink chirped, only halfway understanding the situation but easily sensing Hers’ excitement.
Rosasharn pursed her lips in nervous agitation as she went through the motions of taking off her clothes, the humming of the dragons growing in strength. She fussed in exasperation when her robe snagged on the hanger. ”Lawd, Lady Bell, Ah’m gonna be late at this rate!” she worried. She pulled on her robe and straightened it meticulously, glancing over her shoulder towards the door. She could hear the frenzied footsteps of her fellow candidates beginning pound down the hallway. She fidgeted with her hair to make sure it was presentable and then threw herself back down on the bed to tie on her sandals.
She was rather distraught when she left the room; she wanted to look perfect, but there wasn’t enough time! Hopefully the clutchmothers wouldn’t mind. Hopefully there weren’t any important people she knew in the stands to see her looking less than her best. Lady Belle chirruped goodbye when she left, knowing Hers looked fine and everything would be okay. Rosasharn hurried down the hall and across the Bowl. Daidoroth looked down critically at her and the others and they past beneath him, humming to herald the hatching of the eggs of his love and his daughter. He would not let anyone or anything threatening pass- tonight he was the most threatening creature in the Weyr.
When Rosasharn reached the edge of the Sands she stopped and gathered herself. Taking a deep breath she bowed deeply and respectfully to Callistath and then to Kalith. This was the respect that they demanded and deserved. It was proper etiquette and no one had to tell Rosasharn to do it. She stepped onto the stands tentatively, feeling the heat searing through the soles of her sandals. She hesitated before she reached the gathering of girls, catching sight of the eggs. They were breath-taking and made her feel small and awed. She didn’t know if she had ever felt so unimportant. Never in her life had she not had someone watching over her, nor no one to entertain, nor no fellow human to sympathize with and protect. From the smiles exchanged and the pairing of friends, Rosasharn knew that others had found friendship here and really made their time an experience. They almost looked like they were home. For once since she arrived her confidence faltered. What if she didn’t really belong here on these Sands? She had been searched of course, but she had only come to escape an encroaching engagement. And Felix was here anyway! She looked around nervously at the thought of the boy. He had shown his true nature among his equals and had made enemies of them all, so she at least had some strength in numbers.
The heat began to burn her feet and she picked them up, removing herself from her stupor. It was too late to turn back now. She stuck up her chin stubbornly ( a silly sight that seemed tough to no one but herself) and joined the other girls in line. Her momentarily lost sense of adventure resurfaced. Where it had been a fabricated front before, it had to be real now. The importance of the even thrilled her. It felt like she was doing something really real, something unrehearsed and not part of predictable system. She beamed at everyone around her. She was ready!
But the riders of the Weyr were more ready. Sol was there in instants, Eccolath hovering eagerly outside to wait for their habitual Hatching communication. The little blonde CyanRider bounced in full of excitement, looking around for either Pratyba or B’rak. It was her weyrmate who she found first, her eyes alightitng on him and her face curving into a smile. She wrinkled her nose and slunk towards him like a predator, weaving through the arriving people and making sure she wasn’t spotted. When she reached him she tensed and leapt, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his neck. ”Hey, you,” she said, lifting her eyes and nuzzling his cheek with her nose before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. Catching sight of T’el on his other side, she slid her arms from his neck to his arm, putting him between them. ”Hullo,” she added quietly to acknowledge him. They had only spoken sparingly before and she still felt wary in his presence. It did not occur to her that her playful predatory actions towards B’rak had been like T’el’s towards her in the kitchens. At least she didn’t plan on smacking him this time.
O’sho would have been johnny on the spot, but he spent the beginning of the hatching herding candidates and welcoming important officials off of dragons. Among them were his least and most favorite Lord Holders and multiple others. Some of those who arrived were proud parents and friends who hurried towards the stands full of anxiety and excitement for their candidate on the Sands. The Weyrleader chuckled as Daidoroth watched them all carefully, his great Bronze form an ominous presence. MineOwn, go inside. I will keep things under control here; he rumbled, wishing for His to be by the eggs while he was not. The King could easily bespeak all of the dragons and their passengers that arrived and he expected the weyrfolk to pose no problems. Alright, Daido. I’ll go hold down the fort inside, he complied willingly. Abandoning his trafficking efforts he slipped onto the Sands, bowing respectfully before walking over to Fajra. He smiled easily as he approached her, oblivious during those moments to the people and positive chaos around him. ”Hey,” he said, brushing a stand of hair from her face and looking down at her fondly. He looked at the now-rocking eggs. ”It’s almost time. I’ll be right here if you need me.” O’sho moved away from Kalith as she glowered over her eggs, taking his customary seat in the first row. From there he could watch the dragonets emerged, greet people as they entered, and jump to help if anything went wrong.
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Rosasharn gasped and brought her hands to her face as the first egg hatched. A precious little green was first to emerge. ”Why, Ah’ve neva seen a dragon so small!” she squealed, her curls bouncing as she bobbed up and down. A little Blue came next, but even after all the interest his sister showed in him, he didn’t see intrigued by anything. What a silly boy, she smiled. When the Green bounded over Rosasharn started, but the dragonet quickly made her selection once she was in their midst. It was enthralling to be close to something so young, Rosasharn quickly decided. She applauded enthusiastically as the first pair left the sands and then turned her attention eagerly back to the Sands. What was next!?
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Post by lesa on Jul 11, 2010 16:12:31 GMT -5
Colors and sounds whirled and twirled and floated in front of her eyes. Felt like she was being consumed by the memories like she was when she was asleep - but not. These did not resolve themselves into Agrius with his mouth tighttighttight against her own as happened so many times, or Papa with fist or whip raised high, or Agrius with his body heavy on hers. No. These sounds and colors were kinder.
Loto smiling at her, the quiet crack of one shell amid many as Phoibos hatched, the pull and twist and groan of pain rising from many throats as they lifted firestone, the hum and buzz and occasional giggle of work in the Kitchens. That was what the colors and sounds around her now made her think of.
Eggs cracking weren't cracks of skin against skin or leather against flesh - they were sharp and bright and wonderful: the cracking of the final strings of an old life and the beginning of a new. Even if not for her, for everyone else. The pink and blue and black and green and brown and cyan weren't bruises, or dresses given to her in payment for her 'duty as a wife': they were dragonets. Pure life, not pure pain.
A hand in hers wasn't to drag her anywhere or shove her anywhere or yank her close to kiss unwilling lips. It was rough and large, for sure, but gentle. A friend. A friend wanting comfort and support. Medusa squeezed Loto's hand and blinked. Only a cyan and that curious pink were wandering around now: all the other dragonets she had sensed, seen, were Impressed and off for their new life. Freedom.[/size]
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Post by Admin on Jul 11, 2010 17:14:59 GMT -5
Go out and smash, Like oh my god, Jump off that sofa, Let's get get off.
Fajra smiled when she felt O'sho's presence by her shoulder, letting him brush strands of hair from her face. However, her gaze did not stray from the crowd and protectively sprawled form of her dragon. Soon, he was gone, leaving her alone on the sands, not that she looked bothered by it in the slightest. Chin stuck out, lips pursed, she looked just as ready and capable of ever. Kalith, on the other hand, was moving, but there was a specific reason for that. Subtly, she began to retract her wing. She was waiting for them all to notice. Fajra, of course, knew exactly what was happening, but she still didn't move. Her eyes simply locked on the candidates and a faint smirk twitched at her lips. She wanted to see how long it would take. As far as the Weyrwoman had evidence, they were not the most observant bunch they'd ever had.
Not that what was actually happening was that subtle. Well, at first it was, but it quickly became quite the scene. The removal of Kalith's wing revealed her fourteen eggs. The little cream one in the front row was rocking. It was a twitch, but that seemed to be enough. The shell began to crack. Then there was an explosion, pieces and broken shards flying everywhere. With energy and bounce to her every motion, a pink stepped forward, abandoning her egg for bigger, better things. She was big for a pink, but hardly any towering beast at just thirty second old. Her limbs were slight, her wings slighter, yet she exuded more energy than any other hatchling had appeared thus far, practically vibrating every single second. She surveyed the sandy scene in front of her with curious eyes that swirled bright green with her cheerful, nearly endless joy.
Most of the pink's body was one uniform shade of dark, deep, slightly purple pink. However, she looked rather like she'd caught a permanent case of the chicken pox. She was polka dotted with circular patches of a lighter pink. The dots rippled across her hide like boats on the ocean as she moved, trundling forward as soon as she had all of her feet underneath herself. There was a touch of amusement in her face, little crinkles in her hide, like she knew some great, inside joke. Fueled by utter silliness, she darted off across the sands, only to stop and start to chase her tail. She didn't care what she was doing. She didn't care what anyone else thought of her. Well, maybe just a bit, but she just wanted them to look at her! She wanted to be funny! Under all the energy and playfulness, she was a smart beast, though young and confused.
Another of Kalith's egg was rocking. The second, larger bluish gray egg in the back row wiggled. After a few moments, a foot managed to kicked its way out. Then it hurriedly disappeared again and the egg fell silent for a long while. Finally, it began to move again and started to crack. At long last, it broke and out tumbled the owner of the leg. She tried to rise, but it was a struggle. By the time she got to her feet, she was trembling from head to toe and it wasn't because she was scared. Her legs were too weak to properly support her, ribs obvious in her sides. Nothing was wrong for her. She was healthy enough cyan, small for her color but bigger than her pink sister. Her muscles were underdeveloped. That could be fixed. She seemed hopeful, despite her situation. Dreamily, she started to drift forward, shards of her egg slipping off of her hide.
The cyan was actually spotted too, though she looked far different than the pink. Her hide was a deep bluish green, glossy as could be, but a brighter greenish blue spotted it in trailing patches. They looked almost like warped flowers, petals protruding delicately from each spot. The colors contrasted nicely, making her look more feminine than many a cyan. Perhaps that was just the delicateness of her frame though, which, from a distance, didn't look nearly so worrisome. With a distant determination, she wandered forward, eyes skimming over the candidates as if she didn't see them, hide shining with egg innards and its natural gloss. She did not seem to notice her own weakness. It only made her have to work harder to continue forward, drawn by a force or consideration that she did understand. The world was a pretty place, an all around good place.
The pink did not fail to notice her sister's arrival. With one big bounce, she turned herself around, dizzy and unbalanced from her spinning but hardly stumbling. She called out a laugh of a greeting to the cyan. Blinking her outer lids in surprise, the larger hatching awkwardly turned on her powerless feet to regard her sister. Then something flashed in the crowd and her head snapped around. She was a bit easy to distract, immediately forgetting about the several other hatchlings she had seen on the sands. Giving a sort of shrug and rumbling with laughter, the pink turned away and trundled onward, leaving the cyan to whatever she wanted to do. The pink was too cheerful a person to be a force to be reckoned with, but she was most definitely a force, leaping along across the sands, energy failing to fade. She was a very amused Energizer bunny.
As the next thing that she happened upon, the candidates became the pink's next source of amusement. She trailed amongst them, unafraid to brush against as she weaved in and out of them, inspecting them with laughter still trailing from deep within her throat. She knocked against Ezra, brushed against Loto and Myra, poked Tieler and Lesa, and continued forward without the slightest care in her step. None of those people were right for her, though she was beginning to figure out that she did want a person. She was starting to feel trapped, voiceless within her own head. The energy was building up inside of her. Moving wasn't enough for her. She needed more. Her problem was the opposite of everything her cyan sister was experiencing. Too many many ideas. Too much energy. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with it all.
Finally, the energy found a release. With a triumphant cry, the pink tackled her new rider to the ground, leaping at her with enough force to knock over a small horse. She then proceeded to bounce cheerfully on the little girl's chest, tail waving about behind her so she could keep her balance. BelphegorMine! Your Chistesth has so much to tell you! She wiggled happily, sticking her face directly into the new weyrling's face, eyes swirling a new shade of bright blue. What's brown and sticky? She stared very intently on Belphe, waiting for a response. She wasn't trying to be overly funny at that point. She was being silly, wanting to have fun with the girl she had chosen. Wasn't that the point of life? To have fun? To tell silly jokes and laugh until no one around could breath? Utterly excited, she gave another little bounce, still full of energy.
I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go, Lets go way out spaced out, And loosing all control.
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Post by mangonumnum on Jul 11, 2010 17:43:26 GMT -5
There was so much happening, it was hard for Cheko to keep up. The boy quickly grew restless. There were sooooo many eggs. He felt like he'd have to wait through them all. All he wanted to do was go run around, not stand still like a good Candidate who didn't want to be mauled. No, he didn't want to be mauled, he just wasn't thinking that his actions might encourage mauling if he decided to act upon them.
He kept his urge to run and play within him, though, and Polo helped by staying tightly on his shoulder. Polo was like the smart part of his inside at this particular moment, telling him not to act on instinct. Cheko was more calculating than that anyways. Instead, he let his focus wander. The brown Impressed, the pink ran wild, blues impressed. Sooo much happening. Soon, his focus grew hazy. He began to daydream about his dragonet. Oh, how'd they take to the sky! He giggled at the thought.
The clearly audible noise brought him quickly back. He looked around, seeing if anyone heard. Well, not that he cared. He was young and cute enough to get away with a girly giggle every now and then. It was at this moment that his eyes passed by Kalith. She was moving slightly. Her wing was slowly uncovering the eggs.
And it seemed as soon as she moved, a new Pink came onto the scene in an explosion of eggshells. Cheko liked the pink. It was something he could focus on. He watched as it pranced and chased its tail. He enjoyed watching it so much, he didn't even notice the cyan Hatching. Cheko watched the Pink until it Impressed, knocking into a few girls on the way there. He sighed, looking for something new to set his sights on. Focusing on one thing at a time would have to do.
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Post by Reky on Jul 11, 2010 18:07:21 GMT -5
Another Impression and another round of applause. Tier watched fondly as the bright blue passed him by and found his lifemate, and then lazily looked back at the other, darker blue that had recently hatched. He looked like quite the calm fellow, now didn't he? He caught that guilty look to the girls, though. Did he feel bad for going to the boys and not them? That was terribly sweet. The new cyan that came proved as a distraction, though, but Tier liked her already. She was just there, admiring her eggshells. He'd admire his, too! Some lovely, splintered object that had kept you safe all your life until now... It was definitely worth taking a look at to soak it in and say thanks. Then the cyan went about shouldering past the blue, now on mission. The blue--
Your Verith definitely isn't scared, I'tierMine! She was just... um... ... um. I'm hungry. Can you get me food?
He felt numb. It wasn't the bad sort of numb where you couldn't feel. Instead, it was sort of like the world was slipping away beneath his feet, leaving him walking on air. He felt like flying. Inside, though, emotions stirred in his chest. It tightened, in a good, loving sort of way. He felt everything that the little blue dragon was. He felt his mind merging into someone else's, and he just felt... complete. Complete and beautiful. The tears wouldn't stay back this time, and they slid down his rough unshaven face like rain. He smiled. He smiled like he never had before.
Yes, I think food can be arranged, he said softly, talking telepathically like it was natural for him. With the same comfort, he reached out to stroke Verith's soft neck, still a little damp and tacky from the egg goop. That didn't matter to I'tier, though. It was just the leftovers of the stuff that had kept his Verith alive all that time inside his egg. It wasn't like he cared too much about cleanliness, anyways. It was perfectly alright to get dirty now and then.
That's good. Um... While remaining right close to His, Verith peered over at his pink sister again, and then at the cyan. They'd both be alright... Right? They were girls, though. Hopefully they'd find Theirs fast. It would be safer with Theirs to protect them. Even if that cyan seemed to be okay on her own, she probably wasn't. The cyan had hurt his sensitive feelings a little with that shove, but... Ohhh, he was so worried! He really just wanted to make sure they were okay.
Meanwhile, I'tier had followed the blue's worried-whirling gaze. He smirked. They'll be alright, kiddo. Come on, we'll find that food, hmm? He scratched at Verith's eye ridges.
Oh... uh, yeah. Food. Right. Blinking, he trotted after His, but he stole a couple glances back to his siblings. He really just wanted the best for them.
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Samael was getting a little less scared by the Queens as the hatching went on. Well... no, she was probably just as scared as she was before, but she was just getting used to being that scared and it wasn't as much of a shock anymore. They were big, they were there, they were staring, but it wasn't like Sam could do anything about it, so she just sucked it up and watched the hatching. The hatching was the important part, anyways. So many baby dragons! Adorable baby dragons!
Clapping for the bright blue's Impression, she stole a glance and smile to Belphe beside her, almost as if she was just making sure she was still there. Then her eyes were back to the cyan over there. The other blue was on his fine way to the boys, anyways. Samael couldn't exactly relate to the cyan, though. She seemed very much on a mission, and Sam was never on a mission. She was just a 'go with the flow' girl. However, the rude shoving was something Samael-ish. That's why you didn't get on Sam's bad side. She knew how to throw her weight around, yes she did.
Another Impression happened, to a rather scruffy-looking boy over there, and of course she clapped. The two looked good together - both just really calm about it all, save for the twinge of worry on the blue's face. He seemed like a sweetie, even from all the way over here. She would ha-- Immediately, her attention snapped to Kalith.
It wasn't like a big copper dragon moved without people noticing. Especially not a big, scary, imposing clutchmother copper. Those eggs were rocking, too! Eyes wide and sparkling, Samael looked them all over. They all looked lovely... All of the eggs on the Sands that day did. Kalith's clutch just looked a little more eyecatching at the moment, since none of the eggs had been decimated yet, but that soon changed. A pink exploded from her prison with the energy of... well. Sam couldn't name anything that had that much energy! It definitely put a goofy grin to her face.
Then it was wiped from it. The cyan... the poor dear. Cue motherly instincts. Samael just wanted to run out and gather her up, but that was definitely against the rules. You didn't touch and unImpressed dragonet. They could touch you, but not the other way around. So thin and bony and shaking like a leaf... Sam's stomach had dropped, fluttering nervously. Would she... between? It was a scary thought. But it wasn't the case. The cyan, on her spindle legs, moved forward. There was something ghostly about her, but there was also something very hopeful. Samael smiled. She'd be alright. She was a tough dragon already.
Then the pink energy'd her way along. She went past the boys, and then the girls, and then...
"Oh shells! Belphe!" Samael exclaimed, unable to keep it in. Belphe had Impressed! And that pink was so darling, too... They were perfect for each other. "Congrats," she added, this one in a more polite whisper, clapping along with everyone else. She knew Belphe would Impress! [/blockquote]
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Post by purnip on Jul 11, 2010 18:32:30 GMT -5
The Blue Dramix disliked quite a lot finally Impressed, though his proximity to him as he first came upon the group of boys shifted; he didn't even want to be considered by the likes of him. The dark-haired boy was getting this whole ceremony all wrong. He was choosing dragons rather than letting any choose him. His standards had to be met, or else any dragon could wander his way and he'd promptly reject him or her. The darker Blue that hatched while the lighter one was still going over them was not so foolish, but even his attitude was too lofty for Dramix's taste. Not to mention that the size of a Blue was a hinderance; he was willing to accept a small dragon if it wasn't a headcase. So far many of the smaller ones were. There had to be strong, brash dragons on Pern and a color that pretty much encompasses the personality. The Bronze oaf that tried to scare him and other Candidates away was not ideal to him. He didn't recognize the similarity between his attitude and the dragon's. When someone else was showy of their strength, he felt a loathing towards them. It was like a challenge against himself. So if all Bronze's were stupid like Valleth, he didn't want one of those things either. What other colors were there? He didn't know. Up until a few months ago he was certain he wouldn't be a part of this anyways. Ever since he had an interest all he did was go his own way.
This left a Cyan, which later hatched after the light Blue Impressed, and the Pink that was still nosing through the girls. He felt neutral about the Cyan. He hated her size and her lacking intimidation factor but she was otherwise fine enough. Dramix was not very keen on Impressing a female dragon, only because of the rumors he had gathered about mating flights. That would mean someone would be able to...no. Hell no. Suddenly he didn't want the Cyan at all. But rumors were rumors. A bit of him still called to her, though with no desperation whatsoever. Just a sort of 'if none of these wimps apply to you, you've got me' sort of attitude.
This whole time he had treated Kalith as if she were simply part of the scenery until she had lifted her great wing to reveal her clutch. So another huge dragon had some eggs to contribute? Dramix sneered at the sight of her clutch. It was smaller than the young Gold's and the eggs were smaller as well, aside from a huge gray mottled one. She didn't even have a Queen Egg. What was she supposed to be, the weyr's old bag? Her rider didn't look that old, at least from a distance. His glance shifted to one of the eggs, which hatched to reveal a polka-dotted Pink. Now that was revolting. Dramix took a step back and turned his head away from Kalith and her clutch, missing the Cyan's hatching. Just what the world needed. More Pinks. If he could fix the genetic coding of all dragons he would surely cause the Pinks to become an endangered species with no help of recovery. Come to think of it though, only about two of Callistath's children had anything near the correct personality, but they Impressed to other Candidates. The boy folded his arms and watched the Pink and Cyan children of the Gold, growing bored. Some event this is turning out to be. Nothing but a waste of his time. He'd Impress a great dragon alright, but if these two Queens couldn't even manage to produce them, then what good were they?
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jul 11, 2010 18:47:35 GMT -5
The Hatching went on and on. Dragonets hatched and then Impressed, skipping over Xela every time. The Candidate was hardly concerned. There were still a good dozen eggs unhatched, plus almost all of Kalith's! She clapped enthusiastically for all of the new pairs, but she was not jealous. Hers was in one of these clutches, somewhere. She knew it. There was no point in being envious of another's dragon. Even if she had Impressed it, it wouldn't really be Hers! She didn't want a dragon that was shelled for someone else. It would be like... Impressing Tossiteth, her mother's dragon! They'd be close but they'd lack the connection. She was impatient for her turn to Impress, but the edge of her eagerness and anticipation was blunted by all the entertainment this bunch of dragonets was providing.
She watched and waited, judging each of the dragonets in her mind, searching for one that looked like would make a good partner for her, but it was not until the bubbly, no-nonsense Green hatched that she smiled. There was a good dragonet! The mediating Cyan had been nice, and the Blues were decent, but here was a Green without the stereotypical Green attitude! Xela hoped she would Impress that one. The Green worked her way among the girls, but she passed Xela by and Impressed to Gaige. Xela clapped as enthusiastically as ever. It was not meant to be, and that was fine. Hers would come, she knew it.
However, she was happy for Gaige, who she considered the closest thing to a friend she had among the Candidates. She took a few steps sideways to go congratulate Gaige. She was glad that her almost-friend had Impressed such a good dragonet. Well, all dragonets were good, in their way, in fact, they were perfect for Theirs, but this one would make a better partner than most when Thread came, so it seemed to Xela. "Gaige, congratulations," Xela said, quietly enough that she wouldn't disturb anyone, but certainly loud enough to catch Gaige's attention even in the throes of ecstasy from Impressing. "She seems wonderful. What's her name?"
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Oh, that would explain why you weren't helping us at the last Hatching!
[/color] Oveth said brightly. Dragon memories in general were poor, and Oveth's was particularly bad. He wasn't embarrassed in the slightest about not remembering Ansyth's Hatching. Look! Another Brown like you![/color] Oveth exclaimed cheerfully, watching the Pink cling to the Brown. Then, the Brown lashed out at the Pink, and Oveth wrinkled his nose in distaste. He's mean, though! You're nice. I'm glad you're nice. Friends are good." [/color] Oveth nodded sagely after that profound declaration. "Exactly," B'nyur said to C'fael, glad that the lad had caught on so quickly. Mind, not very many stupid people made it very far in the Healer craft, but B'nyur appreciated his intelligent youngsters, all the same. "And Lesa will do fine with whatever she Impresses. She's a good girl." B'nyur paused to look at the Pink, which was still roaming the Sands several minutes after the Brown had Impressed. "I hope that one's all right. I'd hate for her to go between, Dalibor hasn't lost a dragonet yet!" He was glad C'fael was here, just for the company. It was nice having someone other than Oveth to talk to during the Hatchings. Dragonet after dragonet Impressed, but not to any Candidates he knew well, but he clapped heartily for all of them anyway. --- Pratyba was late. She usually was. She missed the first part of Callistath's eggs hatching and swung in just in time to see Kalith's first Pink hatch. The Pinkrider scanned the Stands, looking for a friendly face, but it was Oorth who spotted Eccolath first and landed beside her best friend with a happy little trill. Pratyba slid off and slapped Sol's shoulder playfully. "Hello, hello!" she said to Sol and B'rak, who she recognized, and T'el, who she didn't. "Sorry I was late-- we were out flying and didn't hear the hum until about thirty seconds ago! What'd I miss?" Look, Mine! Kalith's eggs are hatching, too!"[/color] Oorth exclaimed, redirecting Pratyba's attention to them. A Pink was the first to hatch, a brightly colored one covered in polka dots. She promptly began to chase her tail, making Pratyba giggle. {She could be your twin!} Pratyba said gleefully to Oorth. Why?][/color] Oorth said, She's much darker pink than I am![/color] {No, silly, how she acts! You were chasing your tail and tried to tackle Teccarracath when you hatched!} Pratyba teased Oorth playfully, feeling a wave of nostalgia. Had it really been over three turns since she'd Impressed?[/right][/font]
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Post by Zane on Jul 11, 2010 19:56:23 GMT -5
Tieler had had just about all of the emotional admittance she could get. ”Welcome,” she said in a low voice; as if that’s all she needed t say for all that Lesa had. She hardly believed that she had a better chance than Lesa to impress. To her, Lesa was the pearl of Candidate’s. As for her, she was just a speck of dirt amongst the crowd that had accidentally fallen in among the rest of them. She focused on the remaining dragonets once again, hoping they impressed soon. Their forever partner’s had to be somewhere here, didn’t they?
And then two Blue’s impressed. She looked to their new rider’s, deciding to assume they were capable males. She made a note of not befriending anything with a... well, not the same gender as she. Girls were most literally her world. She brought her hands up to clap respectfully, looking one last time to N’uel and then I’tier. Tieler heaved a sigh, kicking her foot into the sand. She regretted having done so, for now she was sandy. She crossed her arms over her chest, managing to act like the perfect little brat-or at least looking like one. It was all like: “I want my forever dragonet and I want it now.” Though soon that appearance fell away, for she was back to the girl with the arms at her sides, looking over at the blond beside her with a meaningful smirk.
Then the Pink impressed, and that she had to watch, and observe. Who was worthy enough for her, in the little Pink’s eyes? Belphegor. Again, someone she didn’t know. Well, she hadn’t really made too much of an effort to get to know her fellow Candidate’s. She felt half-bad, for these impression’s may have meant more to her. Though, as the emotions came on, she actually smiled. How many times did she have to say “perfect match” to herself, before it got old? Lesa had given her a newfound appreciation for being able to hear the colourfully-hided beasts.
Who was still remaining? Well, a whole lot of eggs still remained! She hadn’t quite meant that. She snickered at her stupidity, wondering who the Cyan would end-up choosing. Wait; were there two Cyan’s now? She swung her head around, trying to figure out whether or not she was seeing double. With how quickly this hatching was going, it was hard to keep track.
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Post by Nia on Jul 11, 2010 21:17:49 GMT -5
The Hatching was moving too fast for Belphe to fully focus on it. For someone who wasn't really all that good with focusing on things in the first place... having to watch so many different colors move around the Sands was confusing and disorienting. She smiled happily when Samael helped keep her steady. "I'm good! No falling here!" she said cheerfully, watching the eggs with her odd, distant form of attention. They really were interesting, those eggs. And the dragons. Though she didn't particularly like the Cyan for shoving her brother like that. That was mean. Belphe didn't like anything mean! But the Cyan wasn't going over to them anyway, so it didn't matter.
She gave a glance at Samael, then at the boys who had Impressed the Blues. She clapped, though it was a slow, distant clap, as she watched Kalith move away from her eggs. Oh! Those were hatching too?! How strange, how unique! Two Queen clutches! Not two Queen eggs, though, not that Belphe gave any thought to those eggs at all. But now that the only one moving around Callistath's eggs was that mean Cyan, she decided to watch Kalith's instead. The first one to hatch was... a Pink! She was a very pretty color. All bright and, um... magenta! That was a good color. Magenta. And she had pretty spots! Belphe smiled, the dragon's contagious energy rubbing off on to her... not that she didn't already have endless happiness already.
Oh, but what was she-- ooh! Belphe soon found herself falling to the ground, or more acurately said, she soon found herself pushed to the ground by the vibrantly colored Pink. BelphegorMine! Your Chistesth has so much to tell you! What's brown and sticky? Belphe stared up at the Pink, blinking in confusion. Huh? Brown and sticky? Oh... um... she had to think about that. For a girl who took everything literally... yes, she was seriously considering the question that Chistesth has given her. Even in the haze of Impression. But it was a question, so she definitely had to answer.
Syrup is brown and sticky! she responded happily, completely serious as the Pink slowed her bounces to only slight hops as Belphe got to her feet. Nope! It's... a stick! she said with a giggle that got Belphegor giggling as well. "Um, hold on," she said to the Pink, holding out her hands in a "stop" gesture. The Pink continued to bounce, watching Hers with whirling blue eyes. Belphe turned and hugged Samael tightly, then leaned back and smiled up at the the other girl. "Thanks! I'll see you over there when you Impress, too!" she said with a wave as she ran-bounced with Chistesth over to the food.
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Avalle glanced over at Fajra and O'sho, feeling a slight tinge of jealously at them. She had a Weyrmate... he was just up in the Stands, and Rhyolith wasn't going to be allowed near the Sands. But that was fine, she supposed. It didn't really matter. She was independant, and despite how much she loved O'ris, she would deal here without him. And besides, the Candidates were amusing to watch, with their fears and what not. A glance at Kalith made her even more amused. She'd known the eggs were going to hatch soon, and a similar smirk to Fajra's crossed her face. The Candidates really weren't all that perceptive, and she'd noted that earlier. It proved true, as she noticed a few surprised faces at Kalith's eggs suddenly hatching. The Pink was adorable, and such a cute color. The little girl she Impressed to seemed to fit, as well. Avalle leaned against Callistath and watched their eggs. The Cyan was still moving through them, looking at everything and everyone, and the Pink was still moving through the girls. Which would make a move first?
To answer Avalle's question, it seemed that neither were going to be able to move first before the next egg hatched. The dark green egg in the middle row broke open to reveal, predictably, a Green. She was lighter in color than her egg, though, and a rather large size for a Green. She had darker green splotches on her face and wings, as well as on her tail, but her body was relatively one solid color. She stood, seeming shakey on her feet, and walked forward. She seemed like a relaxed sort, if not a bit quiet and semi-withdrawn. Now, who to Impress to?
The Pink was moving through the girls still, rubbing against Lesa and lingering by Tieler, interested in the girl's mind and her... odd qualities. But that was merely it, and she continued on her way through the throng of girls. Perhaps her hesitance to Impress had been less dependance on friends... and more dependance on the fact that Hers wasn't here? But Hers had to be here! Because the Pink was here, and she was here for Hers and Hers only! No one else would do! She began to panic a bit, her mind felt empty and she needed needed needed something to be there. But none of these girls felt right, not even the strange-mind girl! None of them! She hesitated a moment more... before calming. There! Hers was here! RheaMine, RheaMine!She rushed straight to Rhea, circling the girl as close as she could and rubbing against her in a way similar to a cat. You worried Remeteth for a moment there! We have to stay together. Always together, she repeated herself, but she was just so so happy to find hers that she couldn't help herself! Now she'd never be alone ever again, and they could make lots and lots of friends!
Pink: Giggly, dependant, outgoing. -Remeteth [to cheer up] [FB607F]
The Green moved towards the girls, taking in the world around her. The Cyan was doing the same thing... only quite a bit more... flashy. She wanted attention for sure, and she was quite angry that the not-mommy-Queen's eggs were hatching too. She should be in the spotlight. Wasn't she beautiful? Wasn't she just as good as a hyperactive Pink? No, she wasn't just as good... she was better! Happy with herself, the Cyan moved forward, searching for a new target. The other Cyan wasn't her business (...was she that Cyan's niece? Weird!) so naturally... her eyes moved to her Green clutchsister. Stalking forward with a bold look, she towered over the Green... barely, because of the Green's large size. The Green, however, despite the fact that the Cyan was only slightly larger than her, cowered. Had she done something wrong? She was just trying to do her own thing and not bother anyone. Had she done something to anger this Cyan...?
Cowarding before the Cyan seemed to be exactly as she wanted, and with her dominace established, the Cyan gave the Green a bit of a shove and stomped off towards Callistath's eggs again, clearly not interested in the Candidates. The Green watched her and moved towards the girls. She searched through, giving hesitant glances back at the Cyan who seemed completely done with her. She was sure she hadn't done anything wrong! But... she didn't want anyone mad at her. So she'd better Impress, in case Hers was mad at her too! what if they were all mad at her?! She hesitantly stood before her chosen, shifting her foot in the sand awkwardly. OliviaMine...? Enerveth didn't do anything wrong. But she's sorry. Really sorry. Forgive her, please!
Green: Relaxed, quiet, apologetic -Enerveth [irritated] [00A550]
And with that, the Cyan found herself all alone on the Sands... except for her sister, who she was completely ignoring out of spite. Besides, who cares about that stupid stuff when she could look at these eggs? Especially... she stalked towards the gold egg, clearly intent on doing something to it. And, of course, Callistath saw this and swatted at her daughter with her tail. She loved her children, yes... but the Cyan needed to go Impress and leave her and her gold egg alone. The Cyan lurked around the egg, though, clearly as in awe of it as many of the Candidates seemed to be. Though, was it awe, or was it jealousy? Contempt? It might just be that, yes, it was very shiny, and despite her acts, the Cyan was somewhat simple.
... or perhaps... she had seen the egg start to shake? [/size]
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Post by Sakoru on Jul 11, 2010 21:59:10 GMT -5
Trotting around throughout the Bowl, Tasakhori was quite content. Her pony Miles, beneath her, was moving at a lazy pace, but she didn't mind. She had all the time in the world! And besides, riding was fun! Fabulous, fabulous fun! Patting her mount's neck, the tiny girl laughed out loud. Miles nickered in response, and picked up his pace a little more, carrying her at a slightly more determined speed around the far end of the Bowl.
And then Callistath's voice burst into her head. Far, far from the sands, Tasa froze on her pony's back, staring in mute horror at his rippling neck. And then she squeaked, quite inadvertently, and kicked her poor runner in terror. "Miles, GO!" she screamed, and the fat bay did his very best to obey her. Snorting, he plunged into a surprisingly fluid gallop, racing across the Bowl and towards the stables. She couldn't very well ride him right into the cavern, after all!
But, being rather out of shape, Miles soon tired. Halfway across the Bowl, he slowed, sides heaving, and continued at a more sedate canter, clearly wanting to obey his mistress but unable to keep on at that pace. Squeezing him with her calves, the redhead soon realized that she was being unfair, and let him go on at whatever speed he could handle, though she cringed to think what Callistath was going to do. Latecomers, she had said, wouldn't be tolerated! Oh dear! Well, she supposed she'd just have to weather the violence, if there were violence to be had.
Some time later, the pair at last made it back to the stables. Flinging herself off Miles, Tasa led him hastily in circles to cool him out, and then, hauling the tack off, dropped it in a corner of the stall. "Sorry, sweetheart," she whispered, hugging his gentle face, "but I need to get to the Hatching! I promise I'll come back and look after you properly later!"
And with that, she was off, hurtling through the Bowl and to the barracks. Gasping and sweaty, she dashed into her room, took a moment to rip off her clothes and put on the white robe and sandals, and then was off again. At last she arrived at the sands, stumbling slightly as she arrived and racing to join the other candidates. Oh, she was terribly late! Terribly, terribly late! Still, she was extremely happy to be here, and she bowed dramatically to Callistath and Kalith, though she was too out of breath to say anything in greeting. And then she settled in to wait, fidgeting and standing on her toes to try and see over the other candidates (all of whom were taller than she was). It didn't work, though she could tell that a bunch of them had Impressed already. Oh!! She might Impress, too! A dragon might pick her! Nearly squealing at the idea, Tasakhori danced a little, skittering out to one side of the group so the hatchlings could see her. She wanted to be noticed! She wanted to be picked! And she clapped enthusiastically for all the candidates who had already been chosen!
Khemres, through the fog of sleep, could hear the thundering of feet outside his door. They were some ways off, though, and he rolled over to go back to sleep.
And then he realized why the feet were thundering. He knew that Callistath and Kalith had both clutched, and their eggs were supposed to be hatching soon. That must be it! The eggs were hatching! Though he was a wher candidate, Khemres had one excellent reason to go to the Hatching: Ezra! He had to see his friend Impress (he knew he would).
Throwing on whatever clothes were closest, the albino leaped up and, pulling on his hat, bolted out the door and down the hall, running to the sands along with the dragon candidates. He took a slightly different path, to get up into the stands, and in a rare moment of boldness, shoved his way to the front so he could see. There he stood, leaning forward to see Ezzy, and clutched the stone in front of him with one eager hand. He could see Catori too, and he could see that she'd Impressed to a green. That left Ezzy, and a thrill of excitement surged up in him as he realized the possibility. Ezra would Impress today! He deserved a dragon!
On his shoulder, Zetri chirruped excitedly, focused just as much on Ezra as his bonded was. Chittering, the little black leaned forward to see, and waving back and forth in lazy rhythms, creeled his encouragement to his' friend. Ezzy would get a dragon, he was sure! And just to reinforce that, he swooped daringly out over the sands, flitted to the boy's shoulder, and nuzzled his face affectionately, chirping. Sending pictures of Khemres in the stands to the dragon candidate, he trilled brightly and, his job done, zoomed back to his bonded. Besides, the clutchmothers would probably eat him if he stayed very long. And so he settled onto the albino's shoulder to watch with him, both of them excited as could be to see their friends here. Oh, what a glorious day! Tor had bonded, and Ezzy would bond! He had to![/center]
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Post by lesa on Jul 11, 2010 22:02:15 GMT -5
Lesa grinned, glad at two things - or well, two things beyond the obvious. The obvious thing to be glad about was being a Candidate on the Hatching Sands. The two things were figuring out a secret that had been bugging her about her roommate and getting her roommate to calm down and enjoy everything herself. Also meant the secret was fair game for subtle teasing. Especially now.
The Hatching continued around them - ooh, Kalith's clutch was hatching too! One small egg shook and shook and cracked, revealing a pink. Cute little thing, spotted like Halbert - well, kind of - certainly nicer than her grumpy feline, that was certain, she thought as it gamboled over and poked at her. She shifted her feet on the sand, wincing slightly as the hot grains got under her foot but trapped by the sandal bed. Still better to burn her feet than fall over and burn more of herself! Silly creature just wanted to explore, it seemed to her. Very feline-like then, considering all that Halbert had gotten himself into as a kitten. Upstairs, downstairs, and in the Lady Holder's chambers, in truth. Still not sure how he had managed that. Just that he had. She giggled, both at the pink and at her thoughts, nodding at Tieler's word. Nothing else to really say to that.
The feline-adorable pink Impressed to a girl she didn't know well - recognized, as she recognized near all of the Candidates, having seen them at Lessons or met them through chores, but not well enough to know her name. She'd have fun with that pink: probably more fun than Lesa had with Halbert in the beginning - at least the pink wouldn't try to bite every new person they met just to see what they tasted like! Or she hoped not, because that would be troublesome as the pink got bigger.
The cyan from Callistath's clutch kept moving, as did Callistath's other pink - Lesa blinked, staring down again. Again, a pink was near her. Rubbing up against her, in fact. The Harper forced herself to keep her hands away. If she hadn't Impressed the pink: and she thought not, for she heard nothing - then it would be rude, and wrong, to touch her. Habit, though, to touch things that rubbed against her, especially at the height of the pink, near her waist. Normally meant it was Halbert - and he got quite annoyed when she didn't pet him.
"You're a dragonet-magnet," she laughed to Tieler as the pink moved away to stare at the redhead, before wandering off and finally Impressing. Good for the pink and her new rider. Cute pairing - then again, pinks were cute by nature, so unless, well, unless a pink Impressed to Dramix, every pink pairing would be cute. Then again, even if a pink Impressed to Dramix, the pink would be cute. He wouldn't be. But the pink would be.
Lesa winced as she cast her eyes around the eggs again. Two cyans - and they were like night and day, one large and robust and clearly healthy, the other looking weak and delicate: though clearly still strong. Inner strength. Her lips twisted into a smile. Ma always told her she had inner strength. Looked to her like that other cyan did too. So Lesa watched that one, missing the more robust, rude cyan move to go after and stare at the gold egg - until Callistath moved to protect it. Hard to miss such a large form moving to do anything, she had to admit. Was... was the queen egg hatching? The blonde bit her lip in uncertain-worry. Oh boy.
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C'fael grinned easily at B'nyur, loathe to turn his head away from the Hatching occurring in front of him. Friends are very good, indeed, Oveth. I'm glad you're one of my friends! Ansyth said cheerily, also thinking of another blue friend of his - though admittedly, he and Desay were more friends because their riders were so close, rather than being out-and-out friends themselves. Yet. Ansyth still had hope for it.
"Yeah, she is," C'fael said noncommitally, though truthfully. Didn't want to get into a crush he'd had on one of her friends for so long - nor of the fact that that girl (and even Lesa, after) had slugged R'sey. Her feline had liked both boys - could have been because Basker seemed to enjoy sharing food. Ah well. He looked at the pink B'nyur was pointing at, chuckling as it jumped from girl to girl, looking at them all. "I wouldn't worry, seems she found Hers. Now that one," the younger man pointed to the gaunt-looking cyan, "that little girl makes me worry. Though she does seem fairly alright... we're just going to have to help her out, once she Impresses."[/size]
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Post by aikastarr on Jul 11, 2010 22:04:26 GMT -5
Eggs continued to hatch, almost at a dizzyingly fast pace. Hatchling after hatchling, Impression after Impression. It seemed that Krys only had a moment to watch one before another spilled onto the heated Sands. Many times she rubbed her eyes and pinched her already-sore skin to assure she wasn’t dreaming, but the sequence never ceased. Her mind couldn’t take the speed that the Hatching went at! She looked left and right (without moving her head, of course) to just barely glimpse Ezra and other faces that were familiar, but couldn’t quite be placed with a name. She furrowed her brows before stealing a glance the other way to spot Kesviry standing next to the Pink she had Impressed to.
A small smile wormed its way onto her face, and she snapped her vision back to the sands, where Kalith’s wing was beginning to withdraw away from the clutch. Suddenly, more hatchlings (what a surprise, Krys thought with sarcasm practically oozing out of her) and more Impressions (which were also no surprise). She didn’t feel like applauding, but she did it anyways. At least her arms weren’t bleeding.
In fact, she hadn’t heard a peep from her two demons. Worried, she searched for their mind touches, and they were just asleep. For now. She’ll have to deal with them sooner or later. Why did she want another flitter? No answers came up from a thorough scan of her memories. Hm. She’ll just have to try to remember later, after she Impresses. If she Impresses, that is.
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Post by Zane on Jul 11, 2010 22:44:59 GMT -5
Tieler seemed to snap into overly-nervous mode when the Pink brushed up against Lesa. At first she was worried it was going to cause a bit of trouble or something to that effect, especially because she heard no voice. Then the Pink came her way and just stopped, staring up at her. She stared back, blinking a couple of times. All right... no voice... Was she missing something? The Pink was intrigued by her, which was making her chuckle. How perfect, it was an attention-seeker, and she tended to be as well. It must’ve understood her. She waved to it comically when it walked past and impressed to a girl behind them.
”Congrats,” Tieler mouthed, though the girly likely didn’t see. She looked back to Lesa, frowning at her comment. ”Oh, real cute Lesa,” she snorted, accidentally brushing her hand against the other girl’s. She became all darty-eyed, focusing on the-yes-two, Cyan’s. She hadn’t been so mistaken after all. Like Lesa she noticed the contrast between them. She felt hypocritical all over again when she became frustrated with the trouble-making Cyan. She ran a hand through her hair a second-time, it falling so that there was a flip in her bangs. Her and that Cyan would be perfect for each other if it was all about personality. Not that she didn’t have the ability to change who she was, what she was like... She wanted to, usually... ’As can the Cyan,’ she reminded herself. Everyone and everything that had free will could choose whom the final ‘them’ was.
She followed Lesa’s eyes to the weaker Cyan. It didn’t surprise her, Lesa was quite mothering. Again the overwhelming urge to help overcame her. She put her hands together to keep herself from reaching out (or accidentally brushing against Lesa’s own hand again. Did she think it was intentional? For Faranth’s sake!) The smaller Cyan was most certainly cute at least, though it reminded her of a child facing malnutrition. All kids are sort-of cute, she lied to herself, her nose wrinkling up.
Just as she was wondering what the other Cyan was up to, she saw it trying to meddle with the Queen egg! Tieler opened her mouth to say something, but she could feel the protectiveness of the Queen. She tried to catch Callistath’s gaze, though she knew it wouldn’t happen. A part of her just wanted the Gold to know that she understood how deeply she felt about her clutch babies. Wow, wait, just what was happening with that Queen egg? Her gaze flickered to the Queen egg, her eyes wide. Was she imagining things? No, she couldn’t have been...
She was willing to bet all her marks that every other girl’s eyes were glued to that egg. She almost wanted to tear her eyes away from it just for this reason, because she hated being typical. Though, the curiosity was eating her alive, making it oh so difficult to accomplish her task! She was already imagining the beauty of the creature that would come out of it. It would be a mini-Callistath; probably acting all cute and haughty. Demanding attention, and gaining it, unlike the Pink. Whoever impressed her would join the ranks of the Weyrwomen, and automatically have a chance at one day becoming Sr. Weyrwoman of Dalibor Weyr. She held her breath to keep herself from laughing. All she could picture was the Queen walking up to her and nudging her, declaring her its rider. Yes little Queen, you’ll most certainly pick the short fiery redhead whom has a taste for girls! What a smart choice! Thank-you for putting the Weyr in utter turmoil! Then she could picture every other Candidate laughing too, as if Tieler was a witch and was just holding the Queen there while it tried to get to its real choice.
When she came out of her little daydream she realized she hadn’t looked away from the Queen egg. She had been seeing it, but not really ‘seeing’ it. It’s what often happened when a person blanked-out. Oh blast, what if Lesa had said something to her and she’d been all zombie-like? Ooh, zombies, not good! The last thing she needed was to worry about Loto freaking out, here of all places.
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Post by Reky on Jul 11, 2010 22:52:34 GMT -5
The way Belphe giggled out of nowhere was odd. Well... it couldn't have been out of nowhere. It was probably her talking to her dragon, just in her head. It was weird to be right there for something like that. The hug that followed, though, made an explosion of warm, fuzzy feeling in Sam's body. She hugged back, of course - the best bear hug she could muster up. She was so happy for Belphegor. Already her and her dragon were getting along! Just as she'd suspected, the match watch perfect. But what else would it be? Weren't Impressions always supposed to be perfect matches? She supposed that sometimes it might not seem like it, but in a way they all were the best matches ever. Though, she hadn't really been to any hatchings before this one. Or a Weyr, for that matter. She was really just going off of stories and harpersongs.
With Belphe off to feed her pink, Sam was left to watch what everyone else was. Another green had hatched, and she seemed a little... shy? Maybe that wasn't exactly the right word. In any case, she was shaky as she went. Maybe cautious? For a moment, Sam was distracted from that particular dragonet as people started clapping for something else. Head snapping around, she noticed that the other pink had finally Impressed, farther down the line of girls. Good for her! On their way back to the green, her eyes also spotted Loto, too. She wondered how Loto was doing. Hopefully well! The girl was such a delight. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sam had even made a special note to learn how to make meatrolls that weren't so ugly. That had been a good day, when she met Loto... Well. Loto had better Impress, too! Just like Belphe, Sam had her mind set that Loto had to. No choice.
Then she was back looking at the green. Oh, dear, was that cyan causing more drama? Really, she should just go and Impress already. She seemed quite interested in roaming the eggs, though. She hadn't really done anything, though, to make the green shrink like that. Maybe they had had a conversation no one could here? Or the green was just a wimp. That was alright, though. Wimps were fine. Not everyone needed to be a tough guy. Boys tended to try and be that, though... It was funny when one tried to be all brave and ended up chickening out at the last moment, or doing some really transparent acting. In any case, the green had enough in her to go off and Impress, then, to one of the younger girls of the lot.
There were just two cyans out now. The dark one from Callistath's clutch, and the poor weak one from Kalith's. No... weak wasn't the right word. Physically, maybe, but mentally the cyan had to be one of the strongest. To carry on when it was so hard like that? It was very admirable. She would go to a good candidate who would take care of her. That resolution took her back to the other cyan, then, who just about got whacked by her own mother! Why? A little investigation and she figured it out. So that's why...
Not far from the stalling little cyan was the gold egg. Shining, metallic, and... well, gold. It was huge, too, and was it... shaking? Samael couldn't really tell from here. The cyan definitely seemed interested, though. She'd been all 'better than you' to a bunch of the other dragonets, though. Why would she be hanging around the gold egg, unless it had done something? Oh, Faranth. Samael's heart had leapt to her throat for a split second. It was an uncomfortable feeling which she quickly swallowed, but her heart was still going. Was it hatching? Queens were so scary. They were huge, and they were... well, Queens, and they definitely acted like it.
To distract herself, she peeked over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of Belphe and Chistesth. Then, she realized that the cyan had better know better than to mess with that Queen when it hatched. Could Sam stomach any blood at the hatching? It was debatable... [/blockquote]
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Jul 11, 2010 23:32:03 GMT -5
The noisy blue hurried his Impression up upon noticing the Hatching of a darker blue, heading towards one of the male Candidates and Impressing, just like that. It was probably because Nyat was so distracted that the Hatching seemed to be flying by. Time flies when you're paying no attention to it or something, right? The Impression brought his hands together in a halfhearted moment of applause as he watched the eggs. He'd hardly been watching the blue, and now it was Impressed and gone.
Before the second Blue Impressed, there was another Cyan spilling from the egg, heading almost immediately towards the Blue. Nyat almost wrote her off as another flirtatious thing as she headed towards the Blue, but instead of flirting, she shouldered the Blue to the side. The Blue nearly immediately headed towards the girls, leaving the Cyan to poke around near the eggs. The Blue Impressed to a boy somewhat near Nyat, and he applauded again, eying the Cyan and the Pink. The Pink seemed entirely interested in the girls, which was good, he figured, and the Cyan seemed more interested in the eggs than anything else.
Nyat didn't even begin to notice Kalith pulling her wings back from her eggs, or the Pink that spilled from her eggs, followed by an underdeveloped Cyan. Nope, his attention was claimed by Callistath's Clutch, so when the polka-dotted Pink moved up to the female Candidates and Impressed to a blond Candidate, Nyat was glancing around to see where it had come from. Had he missed one of Callistath's eggs Hatching? When he realized he hadn't, he cast a glance in the direction of Kalith's eggs and was amazed to see the underdeveloped Cyan dragoness. Where had she come from? And then he noticed the egg shards.
It rather amazed him that he'd managed to miss the Hatching of two dragonets, but it was only two he figured. Now the question was how he was going to watch two different clutches without looking like a total idiot. He was saved from trying to figure that out, however, by the sound of another egg splitting open. The dark green egg in the middle row had broken open to reveal a lighter, but fairly large green with darker splotches on her face, wings, and tail. So, watching the green as he was, he missed the Impression of the Pink that had been surfing through the female Candidates to a latecomer. The applause clued him in, however, and Nyat clapped, glancing around to see what dragonet had Impressed. Had it been another one of Kalith's eggs?
No, no, it was that Pink. Nyat felt slightly better with that, and cast another glance towards the Green. She seemed to be headed for the girls. Most of the dragonets were so far, it seemed. The Cyan was headed towards the green, however, with an ulterior motive in mind, it seemed. She barely loomed over the green, but that seemed to be the goal of the Cyan, who watched as the Green cowered back from the Cyan as she was shoved, heading off towards the girl candidates as the Cyan headed towards the eggs.
This time, Nyat was actually watching when the Green Impressed, clapping for the girl that the Green had gone to, his attention already focused on the Cyan. Kalith's Cyan didn't seem ready to Impress any time soon, but neither did Callistath's Cyan, but at least she was at the eggs, allowing Nyat to watch both the eggs and her as she lurked near the gold egg, even as she was swatted by her mother's tail. Had she seen the gold egg rock? Nyat craned his neck to peer at it, trying to see if it had, in fact, begun to rock.
...Well, maybe it was just him, but he couldn't tell. It was probably because he was in a crappy position to watch the queen egg.
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Rayna eyed the blue that had seemed so interested in making interesting noises as it spotted the darker blue that had hatched just recently, hurrying towards the male Candidates and Impressing quickly after seeing the darker blue. Rayna clapped for the Impression, eyes already dancing towards the darker blue that had just Hatched. The already Impressed dragons were of little interest to Rayna, even if the blue had gone to one of the few Candidates she was on speaking terms with. Nahuel had promised to teach her how to play something. The fact that she'd had little interest in learning how to play when her father was teaching her hardly bothered her. Nahuel had been more interesting than her father, after all.
The darker blue had yet to Impress when another egg began rocking, cracking open to reveal a lovely Cyan. Then again, most dragonets were lovely. That didn't really mean much, Rayna figured. She was, however, watching when the Cyan ambled up to the darker blue, looking almost flirtatious, but whatever Rayna expected to happen was not what was going to happen next; the Cyan shouldered the Blue to the side, not a flirtatious thing in the slightest.
The Blue hurried off to Impress after that to yet another boy, and Rayna clapped for his Impression, like always. You were supposed to clap when someone Impressed, whether you knew them or not. It was just the way she'd learned how to do it. Her mother had been big on etiquette, even if Rayna hadn't taken much of it to heart.
The pink was still looking through the female Candidates, Rayna noted, and as she watched the Pink, she entirely missed Kalith's wing pulling back to reveal that a few of her eggs were, in fact, twitching, two of her eggs hatching to reveal a Pink and a frail looking Cyan as she watched the Pink dragonet. She would have missed the polka-dotted pink entirely if it hadn't Impressed to one of the female Candidates. Her hands came together when she heard others beginning to applaud, and Rayna glanced around curiously, trying to see which dragonet had Impressed. It hadn't been the pink she'd been watching, for sure.
And that was how she found out that Kalith's eggs had begun to Hatch. Rayna's eyes settled on the polka-dotted Pink, and she was fairly sure it hadn't hatched from Callistath's clutch. Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder, eyes alighting on a slender Cyan that was moving towards the Candidates from . . . Kalith's clutch? How had she missed the beginning of their senior queen's eggs hatching?
Well, anyways, another egg was Hatching. The sound of the dark green egg in the middle row cracking open dragged Rayna's gaze from Kalith's clutch to Callistath's, and her eyes settled on a lighter green dragonet. She was larger for a green, from what Rayna could tell, with darker splotches on her hide like so many dragonets from this Hatching. So many of them had had splotches on their hides so far this Hatching.
As she watched the green, applause clued her in to the fact that another dragonet had Impressed. A quick glance in the direction of the pink that had been going through the female Candidates found that she'd Impressed to a girl that Rayna hadn't seen on the Sands before then; a latecomer? Or had Rayna just been oblivious?
After the obligatory clapping, Rayna was back to eying the Green, having almost forgotten both of the Cyans on the Sands. She wasn't going to be allowed to forget at least one of the Cyans for much longer, though, as Callistath's Cyan Hatchling was headed towards the Green, and her intentions became clear pretty quickly as she loomed over the barely smaller dragonet. The Green seemed scared, though, despite the fact that the Cyan was barely larger, and cowered back from the other dragonet, before being shoved towards the girl Candidates. Meanwhile, the Cyan was heading back towards the eggs, seeming to have no intentions of Impressing any time soon.
With that decided, Rayna turned her gaze towards the Green Hatchling, and she was actually watching when the Green dragonet Impressed to one of the girls. Her hands came together enthusiastically for the greenrider, but her gaze was already locked on the Cyan that was slinking up to Callistath's eggs, seeming to have something in mind for the golden egg that most likely housed a Queen. Callistath seemed to catch onto this, however, swatting at the Cyan with her tail.
The Cyan didn't move, though, and continued to watch the Queen egg. Had she seen it rock? Or was she just fixated on it being shiny? Somehow, Rayna doubted it was the latter and therefore assumed it was the former as she stood on her tiptoes, peering at the gold egg, determined to be the first to see if it twitched or not. [/blockquote]
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Post by kyrillion on Jul 11, 2010 23:46:12 GMT -5
The first egg crumbled at last to reveal a little green thing, who seemed a bit unsure what to do on the Sands all by herself. Gaige watched with growing disinterest, even as her brothers and sisters steadily began to join her on the Sands. The Candidate didn't know what she was doing here, honestly - was still a bit upset with herself that she'd let her brother push her into coming. A waste of time, all of this was – and she'd heard that some Candidates stayed on for years if they failed to Impress. Not something she planned to prescribe to, thank you very much – the minute this thing was over and done with she'd be hitching a ride back to Telgar. She'd track down that same Searchrider, if she had to, and make him take her back. Nevermind that she was probably a bite-sized human for all but the smallest of Pern's dragons, but she'd be damned if she didn't try. At least her little 'vacation' here at the Weyr was drawing to a close, and at that she returned her attention to the goings-on of the Hatching, mollified by the epiphany. She could go home soon, and she ought to at least pay attention enough to have a good story to tell her brother when she did.
One after another, the dragons were beginning to Impress, and despite her stormy mood the former-drudge clapped for each and every one of them. Just because she'd ended up here due to a lapse in judgment didn't mean the same could be said for the others; most of her fellow Candidates looked downright thrilled about this whole thing, in fact, and for a moment she almost wished that she could be a part of that enthusiasm. She wasn't an idiot; she knew she wasn't a particularly fun person, or even a person good at having fun, but it wasn't exactly something she could help. And while she couldn't really relate to those sorts of people and their feelings, she nevertheless understood that she was missing something. Sometimes, when she made the mistake of focusing her thoughts inward, she thought that maybe she was worse off for not having it. That sort of thinking never did any good, though, and normally she'd have tamped down on it right away – but, for the moment, it wasn't as though there was much else to do. So instead of reigning in her musings, she let them continue on, and took moment to scan the line of Candidates stretching out on either side. She eyed the newly-Impressed with grudging curiosity, and was surprised at how… elated they all looked.
But that wasn't really right, was it? A bit too positive; glass-half-full sort of thing to think, and that was just a bit too unusual to be comfortable. They all looked drugged, she amended less charitably, like someone had slipped fellis into their drinks during dinner. The corners of her mouth quirked up in a grim little smile as she continued to scan the line. That was much better.
She glanced back up in time to watch a pink frolic by, her frivolous attitude wrinkling Gaige's nose, and she took a shuffle-step back to let it pass on by. Some more movement on the Sands caught her eye, then; a blue and a green where there, now, looking subtly different than the blue and green that had been out initially, but the drudge was gradually losing track of all of this chaos and she really couldn't be sure. That green, though, looked a bit irritated by her noisy brother, and Gaige was as surprised as anyone when she moved, more serpentine than she thought was strictly normal, and deftly tripped him. Well, that was one way to get your point across, the girl thought mildly, but a moment later she rocked back on her heels and let herself drift off again.
It was getting noisier, people mumbling to each other in the stands and contributing to the encompassing roar that echoed through the cavern, as irritating as a mosquito buzzing one's ears. One voice, though, surprised her with its sudden proximity: Faibeth found you, GaigeMine. Can we go get food, now?[/color] The girl unconsciously jumped, scanning about for whoever had interrupted her thoughts. She hadn't really been paying attention, and she didn't appreciate being called on it – and how had they known her name? Scowling, she was all set to tell whoever-it-was to mind their own sharding business and get themselves some food (though her inner drudge was already protesting), when she realized that there was something altogether strange going on. There was an odd quality to that voice, and though it took Gaige a moment to put her finger on it she was aware that it was impossibly intrusive. Oh, and there was also a baby dragon standing in front of her.
...... What? “What?!” Food, GaigeMine. Now?[/color] The tone of voice suggested that this food business wasn't optional, but Gaige straightened her posture and raised her chin and scowled down at the thing and wouldn't budge. “What do you want food from me for? Go find someone else. Your rider. Get them to feed you.” Your insolence is counter-productive. You are Mine. And your Faibeth will go to find some food without you if she must.[/color] The green raised her own head high as it would go, peering up at Hers intently, every bit as unwilling to back down. Gaige stuttered for a moment, confusion transforming into surprise and then disbelief and, finally, indignation. “…You can't be serious.” Silence descended, then, as the pair tried to stare each other down, Gaige's scowl becoming progressively more pronounced until a third voice interrupted the stalemate.
”Gaige, congratulations. She seems wonderful. What's her name?” Gaige rounded on the familiar girl, not in anger but in frustration. She threw up her hands in despair, the post-Impression euphoria clashing with her aggravation and only making matters worse. “Faibeth!” She managed to sputter out after a moment, followed by a more sedate: “Thank you. I guess.” She turned back to the green with a huff, glowering, but her resolve was weakening as she gradually started to feel the hatchling's hunger for herself. This was absurd! This was a possibility that hadn't once crossed her mind. She could feel that Faibeth was just as confused as Xela must be at her atypical reaction but you couldn't just waltz right in and rewrite someone's entire life. Even if that life was a less-than-glorious and consistently boring campaign to clean up other people's messes. It was stable, at least, and familiar - this whole green-dragon-in-her-head thing was neither one of those things, and for once Gaige had no vague idea what to do with herself.
Get me some food.[/color] Faibeth answered her unspoken question and followed up with a firm head-butt to her new rider's chest. With an almost pitiful, defeated little noise the girl at last complied, turning to cast Xela one last over-the-shoulder look – meant to be pleasant, a sort of goodbye, and no doubt failing miserably. She then trudged off in the direction that she'd seen other dragon-and-human pairs go, and where there was presumably some food. Faibeth, right on her heels and satisfied with her success, occasionally nudged her in the back because apparently she just wasn't moving fast enough, and Gaige felt like her world had dropped right out from under her. Things weren't ever going to be the same.[/size]
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