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Post by fidelli on Jul 15, 2010 16:55:50 GMT -5
As it Goes ;;
F'del had found time from nursing his mother to arrive at the Sands - Altith had been keeping an eye on it for DAYS, and he just HAD TO HAD TO HAD TO GO MINE! So they were there, tucked up higher, watching with interest as it all went down. He was tired, and stayed away from anybody anyway. He wasn't on fellis at that particular moment, but he had been up all night with his mother - the woman had been having nightmares, and talking in her sleep. He was worried about the fever, but his sister, bless her heart, had told him to go and enjoy himself for at least a little while. So he was dozing against Altith's side, while the multi-colored Purple crouched over the edge and kept up such a running commentary and pictures that he didn't ever have to actually look down.
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A'mor was on the other side of the sands, watching for the carnage that he knew would come. Noyth hated the little Queen-bitch, but he found her oddly endearing. She was such a little brat that it might be amusing to see the trouble she would get in. He didn't actually ever have to go down onto the sands though - young C'fael was all over it, with an enthusiasm that A'mor admired... Though he would never let the Brownrider see that. Nim, sitting next to him, bit her thumbnail and watched happily, applauding. She was enjoying herself, immensely, actually. And Zuccheroth was having just as much fun, which made the passionate girl happier than ever.
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R'sey was - as always - fighting with his Blue when the Hatching hum started. The creature and him never saw eye to eye, but the cold young man enjoyed that slightly. It was refreshing, in a way. He hadn't wanted to go see the Hatching either, but the Blue, always proper and social, dragged him there anyway. He was sitting - by his lonesome, of course, and HAPPY that way - and ignoring everyone. He was still sulking, and although he was starting to let C'fael back in, the new lifestyle that they were living in wasn't always his favorite thing. He sometimes wished he was back in the Harper Hall... But he was content here, as much as he could. There were adventures and things to do - although sometimes he did like to ignore his dragon and friend and avoid people for days on end. The Blue did not tolerate this nearly as much as C'fael did, but they were learning to live together.
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M'lock, the newest Bronzerider transfer, was watching the Hatching with a great deal of interest. This was one of his first experiences with this many people as a whole, and it was good to judge the inhabitants of Dalibor. They weren't lacking, either, from what he saw. He liked them, for the most part, and liked the new dragonet's that were slowly hatching. The mutants were fascinating to him as well - two new colors, creatures that were even Sub-Queens! It was startling, to say the least, and he was there to witness it. His Bronze, Roibeth, rumbled his amusement and nudged His. He was just as happy with the move, now that it had happened, and barely remembered why they had shifted Weyr's in the first place.
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Hat was late. REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY late. He hadn't realized that the Hatching was going to go on, and so he had gone exploring, out as far as the ocean, as far from the Weyr that he could get. And when he finally had wandered back, the whole Weyr had been silent... At which point he realized what was going on, and gave a shriek. He had been avoiding lots of people - it had to do with the fact that he had accidentialy taken a very expensive pretty piece of jewelry. He didn't think about it at the time, and had just scooped it off the table, but after a big stir had been made about it going missing, he had carefully hoarded it and resigned himself to laying low. Which sucked, because the young vital man was not one for sitting still.
Knowing, just KNOWING, that his dragon had gone between, the young man slipped into the Hatching Sands, still dressed in the breeches and shirt that he had been wearing to go hiking. Biting his lip, he stayed in the shadows, watching. There wasn't many eggs left - he had screwed up, and knowing that if he walked on the sands the Gold or Copper would eat him, he stayed where he was with a forlorn expression. All he wanted to do was Impress, and he had screwed that up. Who knew when the next time a Hatching would happen? Not for another Turn, and it was awful.
------------------- **Undone** Tonii was on time, of course, although she hadn't wanted to go. N'yrl had found her and - after Sleek and Streak had given him a nasty scratch to the face before she could stop them, he had convinced her that it was necessary to go, and at least try, one last time. She didn't ever want to disappoint the man that had rescued her from where she had once been, and quietly agreed to go - but this would be her last. She would not go again, would not torture herself and waste the time of the precious dragonets. And as they went by, one after another, passing her over for better boys and girls, she was content with the fact that she was not ever going to be dragonriding material. The Searchdragon's were wrong, and that was the way of it. **Undone**
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Post by akki on Jul 15, 2010 20:25:54 GMT -5
Xlire would have easily offered her right leg up in order to see the full hatching but it seemed no one was willing to take that bargain. Majority of the drudges and cooks were holed up in the kitchens while everyone else ooh’d and ahh’d over new hatchlings.
Xlire was rather jealous.
There wasn’t much she could do about it though. After the hatching, tons of people would flood into the dining hall, all looking for something to eat. The dragonets would no doubt be impatient for the meat that Xlire and her co-workers spent their morning cutting up. The girl used the back of her hand to wipe her forehead and flashed a quick grin to one of the cooks who was getting hot klah ready for the masses. She knew that everyone in the kitchens wanted to go see the hatching; the humming of the dragons reached the kitchens and underlined the normal buzz of activity. It was loud in the kitchens, with clanging and yelling but the humming could still be heard.
The drudge began to chop and prepare for the next dish but wasn’t particularly concentrating on it, her mind drifting to the hatching. The knife cut her hand, causing the girl to pull it back with a slight hiss. This was the third time she had managed to bleed all over the food! The headcook frowned and came at the girl, hands shooing her away. “Out! Go see the hatching! You’re no help to us if you can’t even cut properly!”
Normally Xlire would be rather embarrassed about being shooed away, but this time was different. She quickly took off her apron and ran all the way to the hatching sands with a big grin on her face. She was well aware that at this point she had managed to miss the majority of the hatching but at least she got to see the dragonets and the new weyrlings. She quickly snapped up a seat in the stands, eyes scanning away to see who had Impressed and who hadn’t.
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Sakoru
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Post by Sakoru on Jul 15, 2010 20:48:51 GMT -5
Out of one shell (she hadn't been paying much attention to which one it was), a huge green popped into life. Most interesting of all, the green appeared to be male: bigger and burlier than normal greens, he walked out onto the sands and, within minutes of Impressing, announced to everyone that he was a viridian. Viridian! Tasa liked that word. It sounded pretty! But what did it mean, she wondered?
Pondering that point, the tiny candidate finally noticed the female brown standing on the sands. As baffled as anyone else, she tilted her head and stared at her curiously. What was that? It was a brown! And it was a girl! Oh, this was cool! Wriggling in delight, the redhead swung her gaze to the newly rocking Queen egg, having already forgotten about the tan dragonet, and peered at it curiously. Only the size and sheen of it kept her attention; she knew quite well she wasn't the stuff of a queenrider. But it was fun to watch, especially when the pretty dragonet finally appeared... and proceeded to first lash out at her cyan sister, then attack the candidates.
It made Tasakhori more than a little nervous when the gold started on her rampage. Several girls were attacked and clawed up, and the sight of the blood made the candidate blink. Not that it bothered her much - she wasn't squeamish, but it wasn't nice, either. Why did the gold do that? What had any of the candidates done to her?
One of the few girls to escape being mauled (how?), though the new queen crashed into her legs and sent her staggering sideways, Tasakhori shifted excitedly from foot to foot, and looked around at the assortment of new hatchlings. They were all bonding, one after another - the gold (hallelujah!), then the tan, then a black. Thrilled by the new Impressions, Tasa swung her attention impatiently from one hatchling to the next, happy to see them all bond and clapping for each, but looking for something new in every dragonet. That was found in the new viridian (who also bonded), and then lost again.
Interest beginning to wane, the tiny redhead found her thoughts wandering back to Miles. How was he doing? Had she cooled him out enough? Was someone bothering him? No, she doubted that. There'd be no reason for anyone to pester her beloved pony. Miles! she thought a bit longingly, I'm sorry! I should've cooled you out more but I had to come to the Hatching! And now it's getting a little boring.
Beginning to fidget around, wriggle her fingers, and turn from side to side in the sand, Tasa did pay a little bit of attention to the Hatching. A few more dragonets were hatching: a cyan, a pink, a black, and a spastic green. Instantly the last caught her attention. Watching with interest as the little thing barreled about, the girl giggled when she smashed into another egg, popping it open and revealing the new pink. Delighted by the baby's antics, she watched as the green got up to push her face into her pink sister's, and then she charged off to see a newly rocking egg. Enthralled by the hatchling's quick, excited movements, Tasa wasn't actually paying attention to where the green was going so much as to what she was doing.
Now she was saying hello to her bronze brother, getting him to nuzzle her and then racing in circles around him when he did. Giggling openly by now, the tiny redhead watched as the new green barreled towards the female candidates, and, purely through lack of judgment, knocked one over. Stifling a most undignified desire to laugh, Tasa slapped her hand over her mouth, biting her tongue fiercely (even she knew that the bowled-over girl wouldn't appreciate being laughed at) and grinning.
And then, the totally unexpected happened. Out of nowhere, a strange voice exclaimed inside her head: TasakhoriMineMineMine! Feed me, feed me please! Your Pandemoniuth is sooo tired from running around! Have you played in the sand, Mine? It’s WONDERFUL! Did you see my brothermine? He told me to come over here. It’s nice over here! Will you feed me? Puzzled, the candidate didn't immediately piece together what had happened...
And then she did, and flew to meet her new green. Falling to her knees in front of the hatchling, Tasa reached out to catch her dragon in her arms, and hugged her tight, squealing with joy. "Pandemoniuth! I saw your brother, and I think it's nice over here too! 'Specially 'cause you're here now!" Giggling uncontrollably, Tasakhori petted her new bonded's head, and then stood up, prancing away and letting the green chase after her. "Let's find some food, Pandy~!" she chirped, and the speedy green chirruped in agreement.
Okay, Mine! But who's Pandy? inquired Pandemoniuth. Instantly Hers began to giggle again, casting a bright chocolate gaze down at the dragonet. "You are, silly! Pandemoniuth is a long name, so Pandy will work just as well!" exclaimed Tasa. Newly christened Pandy, her green trilled in understanding and dashed ahead of Hers, only to loop back and circle around her. Thrilled by her choice, the dragonet began to bounce, in exaggerated leaps, next to her rider. Of course Hers clued in, and soon they were skipping together down the sands toward the feed buckets.
Excited, Pandemoniuth raced ahead of her bonded, and shot by Couineth, crooning delightedly. In moments she pounced on a feed bucket, one of the smallest, and ran circles around it, flailing her wings around until she finally collapsed in a heap. Gasping for air, the hyperactive green rolled around on her back, and then trilled a greeting as Hers approached. Mine! I found food, Mine! I wanna eat the food! And then let's play in the sand! And then let's find a hidey-hole! Mine, Mine! Did you know that buckets could make good hidey-holes? And Mine! Miiiiiiiiiine! I'm tired, Mine!
So went Pandemoniuth's running commentary as Hers skipped up to their chosen bucket. Just like her green, she went right by the gold, but that was partly because she didn't notice her. Who had time for golds when you could Impress an exciting little green instead? Quite pleased, Tasakhori flung herself into the sand next to her dragonet, and picked up the bucket, balancing it on her lap. Still sprawled on the ground, rolling madly about, Pandy crooned to her, and the redhead laughed. C'mon, Pandy! Eat the food! she encouraged, and plucked a bit of meat out of the bucket. Instantly her green was at attention, and seized the meat from between her fingers, gobbling it down and creeling for more. Hers obliged, handing her piece after piece of food until at last she was finished (which really didn't take too long).
Setting aside the bucket, Tasa smiled and gathered Pandemoniuth into her arms, settling the hatchling on her lap. Already the green was beginning to fall asleep, despite her seemingly boundless energy. Thinking of this, the girl realized that there was something they both had to do after this was done. Pandy! We have to take care of you first and then my pony! she cried, and the sleepy green chirruped in answer. I wanna sleep, Mine! I betcha I'll have some fun dreams and stuff! What's a pony?
"A pony is a small runnerbeast, Pandy! Mine's called Miles. You'll meet him soon, if you don't fall asleep!" promised the girl. Wrapping her arms comfortably around her dragon (who snuggled into her happily), she settled down on the sand and waited for everyone else to Impress. Faranth, she'd be busy with a pony and a dragon to take care of! But she liked it. They'd all have fun together, she was positive!
Up in the stands, Khemres grinned excitedly as Zetri came swooping back to him, and laughed when his flitter sent pictures of Ezzy waving to him. His own hand came up to wave back, and then he leaned against the edge of the stands, watching as more dragonets hatched and Impressed, and none of them picked his friend. Still, there were lots of eggs left! Ezra would get a dragon! Yes, he definitely would! He wasn't allowed to not get a dragon. This the wher candidate decided with surprising firmness and, picking up on it, his flitter trilled excitedly. Yup, yup! They both agreed! Ezra would get a dragon! And then maybe Khemres could even be one of the first non-weyrlings to go down and congratulate him, and maybe help him take care of it, since it was nighttime now! Yes, yes! It'd be such fun![/center]
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They see me rollin', they hatin'.~
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Post by Zane on Jul 15, 2010 21:07:21 GMT -5
Tieler bit her lip, concerned by all of the blood that Lesa was gazing at upon her hands. ”Sorry for bleeding on you,” she half-joked. Then Lesa was giving her instructions, and for once she was actually listening. She didn’t miss the quick change of topic after Lesa had expressed her concern over her-Tieler’s-condition. Really even her reaction to Xela had made Tieler wonder, if only for a second. She could see that Lesa was straight, or so she assumed. Oh well, a girl could dream, couldn’t they? ”His name is Klaisath,” Tieler answered her with a mischievous smirk, clearly not thinking about her dragon all that much at this point, not until he began to complain further of hunger. ”He really is hungry Lesa,” she added, not knowing what she was supposed to do. She looked from Klaisath (who’s neck she was patting soothingly,) to Lesa, as if expecting one of them to come up with a genius idea. Then her thoughts were interrupted by the voices of a dragon and rider pair watching the hatching from above.
Oh, the other dragons are plenty intelligent, as for you? Well, I wouldn’t be so quick to judge my or Klaisath’s intelligence when it’s clearly you that has a brain deficiency. A curious thing, that HAD. I’ll ask around and let you know. Tieler snapped, glaring skyward at the Brownrider and her overly rude bulky dragon. The rider seemed not at all concerned about controlling her Brown, though she herself didn’t seem to share his views. Rather, she questioned them. The new Weyrling spoke to the Brown privately, not enabling her Black to hear. She did not want him to be discouraged by the nonsense. This was supposed to be a special day for him as well, and she wasn’t going to have it spoiled just because of this. The Brown, in all reality, wasn’t even worth her time, or Klaisath’s time. Though, Tieler being Tieler, she couldn’t pass-up making an equally rude comment.
Loto’s impression further distracted her mind from any planning. She would’ve clapped, but being in the lying down position she was in made it difficult. ”Congrats zombie girl!” she called loudly, turning her head to look behind her at the Tan and her new rider. They certainly made a good—yeah, she’d said that quite a bit already about every pair, hadn’t she? Not that it made it any less true.
If Tieler had been able to see Xlire in the stands, she would’ve for sure hollered out, but right now all that was going on down where she was, on the sands, was far too overwhelming to be scanning the stands for anyone. Eclipse was still there, not really doing much any longer. He was curled up in the sand, enjoying the warmth.
Back to the issue at hand. ”He has to eat, but how I’m going to get him over there is the real problem. And there’s no way you’re helping me Lesa, you have to stay here to impress. You've already done more than enough.” A pause. "Thanks." The redhead sounded awfully adamant about Lesa staying here. She knew in her heart, (yah, gushy, sure,) that Lesa was going to impress. She just had to keep on waiting.
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Let's move to a cloud so we're never under the weather
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Post by Kila on Jul 15, 2010 23:57:45 GMT -5
Another of Kalith’s eggs was shaking violently, the dragonet inside ready to be free and less than pleased about its current condition. The egg shook so hard that it fell on its side, which seemed to aggravate the dragonet even more. With a resounding crack the shell exploded, sending sharp shards every which way. A gorgeous Pink stood in the remains, her long tail snaking behind her. She had used it to break free and was apparently a lot stronger than her delicate form indicated. Her hide was a very dark pink, almost bordering on red. Her body was long and feline-like, attractive in a seductive sort of way. Prowling forward she looked at the clutchsilblings she shared the sands with. She spotted the Green that had just impressed and gave a very obvious, superior sigh of relief. That was just the sort of dragon she didn’t want to deal with; way too high strung and obnoxious. The only other dragonet she saw was the Bronze, who was bearing forward towards the boys with purpose. She called out to him and he whirled around with an exasperated look on his face. Why would these females not leave him alone!? He had His to find and lots to do! Couldn’t she see that he was important? Stung by his reaction, the Pink huffed and stuck her nose in the air, turning her back on the Bronze. That was just fine. Based on the number of shells around her there were many other clutchsiblings she could interview. Stalking haughtily among the other eggs, she ignored the Bronze as he continued on. She didn’t need him- he wasn’t all that great anyway.
But the Bronze would have disagreed. Though little now, he would one day grow to be a strong and righteous King. He knew he was important, he felt it, but he did not feel the need to flaunt it. He was aware of his own self worth, but far from ostentatious. He was a stubborn one too. Having decided he was ready to find His nothing was going to stop him. His pursuits were governed by his passions, and in them he was as headstrong as anyone could be. Finally reaching the line of remaining male candidates, he sat and looked them over carefully. Raring and ready to go as he was, he wasn’t about to rush such an important decision. His eyes swept over the line- once, twice. Who would it be? He scrutinized them, prying deep, until at last he stood up and swished his tail happily. The choice might seem odd to the others, but no one knew better than him. He had found a kindred soul with great potential. His was perfect! Ch'koOwn, your Paixioth is here now, no need to worry! he beamed. He sat down beside Cheko and pressed himself against his leg, wrapping his tail around the boy’s ankles. The hatchling Bronze was almost as big as his bonded, who was barely of age to be a Candidate as it were. Paixioth was obviously proud of his choice. Feed me, Mine! Let’s go!
The dark Pink continued to weave in and out of the eggs with dark, haughty glances towards the Bronze. He needn’t have been in such a hurry and so set in his course. Whatever- it was his loss. Dismissing thoughts of her clutchbrother easily, she stopped in front of the egg that had been laboriously thumping hither and nither for some time. Its motions were not even; shakes and attempts to break free occurred between long breaks of rest and some even seemed half-hearted. She sat and watched it for a while and with no warning or reason suddenly turned and cracked it a new one with her tail. She settled back down and waited patiently as the dragonet inside gave one final surprised heave and spilled out onto the sands. She needed a new audience.
It was a chubby Green that landed on her back before the Pink. She huffed and puffed, recovering from the tremendous effort of falling out, and then gargled appreciatively to her sister. The large belly that stuck into the air was a light, pastel color that ran from the bottom of her snout to the base of her tail. The rest of her was a sort of neutral, foresty green that was uniform and easy on the eyes. She gave a happy sigh and then appeared to go to sleep.
The Pink easily rejected this, her newest find. This one was calm and agreeable, yes, but insufferably lazy. She was aware of the fact that she was critical, but she did not see a problem with being selective of who she surrounded herself with. She had confidence and did not second-guess herself. The Green was no real loss anyway, for behind the shell that she had broken was another dragonet that she had not seen before. The mysterious Blue/Green/Black dragonet that had slipped away during the excitement of the Bronze’s hatching now stood naked before the assembled audience. With all the new colors that had been hatching it could have been anything. Careful scrutinization, however, revealed the hatchling to be nothing other than a very dark Cyan. Her build was strong, though she did not look muscled or large. Like the Pink that had revealed her to the world she was rather long, slightly longer than her other Cyan sisters that had hatched. Her hide was an encompassing dark color of Cyan that resembled a deep, winding river. Like a strange night sky, she was speckled with little flecks of silver that were mostly unnoticed by the untrained eye.
The Pink the Cyan stared each other down, the Pink evaluating her sister and the Cyan with gentle curiosity. She didn’t seem to mind that the Pink had ruined her hiding place. From behind the sleepy Green’s egg she had seen a lot and she was not afraid. The Pink was rather annoyed that she could not discern anything of the Cyan’s character, but after a few moments she decided that her sister was alright- far better than the Bronze and the Green. With a final look of skepticism at the Green, the Pink rose and began to move gracefully towards the Candidates. They were dwindling, yes, but the ones before had not been worth her time. Now there were less people for her to sort through. She looked over her shoulder for the Cyan and was surprised to see that she had not taken her lead and followed. The Cyan only looked back at her calmly, giving a sort of draconic shrug. The Pinks way was not her own way. Well, the Cyan was independent, and the Pink could respect that. Very… secretive, though.
Accepting the Cyan’s choice the stay behind, she approached the Candidates. She bypassed the boys completely without even a glance. No, she didn’t want one of them. So it was the girls that fell under the sharp eye of the critical Pink. She probed uninvited into each of their minds, finding their flaws and noting their strengths. Their characters were the most interesting and she soon began to view them with more interest. No. No.Ddefinitely not. One girl was so repulsive to her that she actually lashed out at her, not scratching her but sending the unfortunate Candidate stumbling backwards. The last one, however, seemed perfect. She would do. A little lacking in confidence to be Hers, but she would right that. Yes, she was one of the select few that she wanted around her. Medusa, MineOwn, your Veryerdoth is tired of all these trifling people. She looked around, almost as though to see if anyone was watching, and then curled around her lovingly, if not a small bit possessively. She was soft deep inside for Hers. Once she found friends that she deemed acceptable she would be fond of them too, but Medusa would always hold her heart more than she knew. They were bonded now. Veryerdoth would be her strength. I am hungry, Mine. Take me away from here and give me food, please; she crooned.
Having watched, the Cyan now seemed ready. She looked down at her Green sister sleeping on the Sands at her feet and nudged her gently. Nothing. She nudged her again. Giving a huge yawn, the Green opened her eyes and looked up at her sister hazily. What? Get up? The Green whined and tried to turn away from the Cyan. Not work! Anything but that! She just wanted to hang out and nap. Didn’t that sound nice? The Cyan didn’t think so; Pern was too full of interesting things to sleep the day away. She at least had motivation. She could have left her sister, but if she didn’t push her in the right direction she may never get up. A clever idea occurred to her and she crossed over to the Green’s other side. Simply turning away wouldn’t deter the Cyan. Leaning down on her forelegs, she called the Green’s attention and began to sniff the air. The Green looked at her curiously. Sniff, sniff. What was she doing? Raising her head slightly, the Green sniffed the air too. There was heat, sweaty Candidates and- oh! Food! Wiggling to and fro excitedly, she rocked over onto her tummy with difficulty. Her legs were short and kind of stubby, but they supported her weight as they were meant to. Hmmm, standing up wasn’t too bad, though lying down was nicer.
Feeling like she had done her good deed for the day, the Cyan pressed ahead to the Candidates. She looked up at the boys with interest, staying just out of their reach, but quickly decided that none of them were what she wanted. Hers was somewhere else. She turned back towards the Green, ever quiet, ever vague and unpredictable, and sniffed with a hint of alarm that sent her sister waddling over with excitement. Yes, it did smell better over here! That done, the Cyan slipped over to the girls, her footsteps sure, silent, and full of unspoken balance. She knew her choice as soon as she saw her, though she gave away nothing as she walked along the line. Stopping in front of Sayami, she reared up placed her forelegs on her shoulders with surprising gentleness. Her eyes whirred a beautiful myriad rainbow as she stared into her eyes. She tilted her head close to her rider's, as if to tell a secret. Your Eleusyniath is ready now, SayamiMine. There was so much to do and see out there that I did not want to come at first. I knew you would be here when I came, though.Feed me?
Oooooooooooh, so that was what her Cyan sister wanted her to do- choose a human! The Green thought herself brilliant for piecing this together as she stood and watched the Cyan impress. And it did smell better over here. Like really good. But the food and the people were so far away! She flopped down in a mini tantrum, huffing and puffing and feeling bad for herself. How could she have a good time if she was hungry and person-less!? Eyes whirring with distress, she looked at the Candidates from across the Sands. She just wanted to have a good time…. She needed someone to take care of her. KelaMiiiiiiiiiiine; she creeled pitifully. Your Loxith is so hungry. Like sooooooooooooooo hungry! she whined. I need you, MineOwn. We cannot have fun if we’re hungry. Let’s gooooooo.
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Post by derek on Jul 16, 2010 0:13:02 GMT -5
"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. "
As usual, Talon was asleep. No one nudged him to wake him up, no one told him what was going on. He just slept. Dimly, through his unconcious mind, he heard the call of the Golden Queen, but, eager to Impress as he was, he simply rolled over and went back to sleep.
Precious minutes later, the Candidate sat up, his hair tousled and sticking up at odd angles. Blinking sleepily and rubbing at his eyes, the young man looked around him. No one was there.
"OH, SHELLS!"
Throwing off his furs, Talon quickly cast about for his Candidate's robes. Callistath and and Kalith were both known for being grumpy, and he was already late enough to warrant a mauling from one of the Queens. Cursing rapidly, he dug through his clothes pile, wasting more and more time until finally! there they were!
Throwing on his robes, the young man took off down the stairs, jumping them two and three at a time before he remembered he was still barefoot. Moaning in horror, he raced back upstairs. If he didn't Impress some time this year, he never would: he was too old. Grabbing the thin sandals given to all Candidates, he dashed back down the stairs, mentally running through anything he might forget.
Bursting through doors and past cooks and drudges, Talon skidded to a halt just outside of the hatching sands. Smoothing his hair, he took a deep breath before stepping onto the sands. He bowed to each of the Queens, praying they wouldn't attack him, and slunk into the semi-circle of young men, hoping against hope he wouldn't attract any extra attention, while at the same time hoping for an Impression he was sure would never come, as so far he had failed.
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J'kan and Hath were at the sands almost immediately. His blue eyes searching the stands, the brown rider finally located who he was looking for. Manuvering past the other spectators, he managed to slide into a seat next to his lover, F'del. "You look rough, F'del," he commented, placing a hand against the older man's forhead. "You're not taking ill, are you?" They had been seperated for awhile, mainly by F'del's mother's illness, and J'kan missed the other man more than he thought possible, despite F'del's protests of their love affair. "How is she?" He asked quietly.
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Post by jack on Jul 16, 2010 0:26:32 GMT -5
Dark eyes were peacefully watching the Pink as the Black began to worry, but the dark-skinned man's attention was quick to change when a voice as black as his hair but as soft as a feather twisted into his mind. Immediately, the Harper looked to the side and down, brows lifted in absolute surprise as he found his gaze met with the absolute adoration reflected in happily whirling blue-green eyes.
K'coonMine? K'coonMine!! Pieteth looked everywhere for you...! Oh, but that's okay, you can hide from him, because he'll always find you. The man's mouth opened and closed like a fish's for a long moment before he looked to and fro quickly, scanning for anyone else who had heard that voice, only to see them all looking at him. He blinked and looked back to the dragonet, wriggling patiently on the Sands, and finally shut his mouth--letting a bemused, confused smile spread onto his lips. "I did not mean to hide from you..." He rumbled, rising to balance easily on the railing, "To be honest...I didn't know you were seeking me."
With a light laugh, the young man flipped to the Sands, landing easily before pausing to stare in awe at the bubbly creature swaying impatiently in front of him. "Pieteth.." K'coon mumbled, tasting the name, before finding a laugh squeezed out of him as the Black outright tackled him, pressing his lean body to as much of K'coon's as he could as he rubbed on him happily. Just as quickly as he'd been bounced on, however, the dragonet scurried off, his entire body wagging as he waited for K'coon to rise to hsi feet. Of course I was looking for you, K'coonMine! You're Mine--I always find Mine. Eyes whirling even faster the Black sidled slowly into K'coon's space, butting his head lovingly against the man's calf as he dusted himself off of sand.
K'coon smiled and stroked the creature's head, marvelling at the soft feel against his fingers. He could feel his own stomach rumble with Pieteth's hunger, but knew immediately that the handsome creature would never complain. With a soft chuckle, he slid his hand beneath the Black's chin and began to gently pull him towards the meat. Pieteth happily bounded along at his side, impatiently wriggling in front of the bowls the moment he realized there was a meal to be had.
But K'coon was a bit slower as he paused with his hands already sorting flesh, peering to the side at I'tier. Grinning happily, he shook his head slightly and replied cheerfully, "No, not a Candidate at all. Just a Harper--a Drummer listening to messages and dancing along." He gave a soft laugh and offered Pieteth a mouthful that quickly disappeared down a sleek gullet, "His name is Pieteth. Gorgeous, isn't it?" Obviously enamored--if still confused--Coon fed the bottomless pit another mouthful, nearly losing a finger in the process, before glancing at the Blue at I'tier's side. "I see you Impressed--congratulations string-plucker. What is his name? It is a He, correct? I'm not very good with colors or genders." He gave a sheepish laugh, "I have a lot to learn...hopefully Pieteth will help me along the way, yes?"
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There is a Bronze, MineOwn. "Oh really? That's the first one--where is h..oh I see him." As Durian leaned over, watching the Bronze Impress to a very small young man, Mesreath watched patiently over her, continuing to observe with dwindling attention. Just as he was about to consider leaving, however, already forming the words to tell His, he found his thoughts rudely interrupted by something that was far from draconic...and was his.
The dragon immediately stiffened, at pause for a moment in disbelief that a human other than HisOwn, would dare to speak directly to him in such a manner. No rider would ever do it without a good reason, and certainly no Candidate had the right. And yet someone had. Only after he'd gotten over that mild shock--Durian immediately turning with alarm to regard her steadily angering partner--did he realize that not only had someone human spoken to him, but they had done so after listening in on a private conversation between himself and His....and was insulting him?!
How DARE you! The roar was loud and outloud startling many riders and people in the Stands as he grasped the railing with his forepaws, wings spreading wide and teeth bared as he set his stare on the weyrlings--in particular the one that had spoken back to him. What I say to DurianMine is for HER ears only! You impudent...!! Beyond complete coherency--his eyes whirling a glowing shade of bloody red--he leaped into the air, dropping like a rock and snapping his wings open with a loud crack to rocket mere feet over the Sands. He landed on all fours curled partially around the bowls, careful not to strike any weyrlings or dragonets for the time being.
"Mesreath!!" Durian's scream went unheard by the Brown, her grasp on his mind slipping as he purposefully blocked her out with a physical swat of his tail. Desperately, she looked to and fro, and whirled away from the railing, seeking out the stairs and taking them a case at a time--barely able to navigate the leaps--in a rush to get at her dragon's side. But Mesreath was already on the move.
Chest roaring with a constant growl, the dark fleshed creature loomed over Tieler, his neck and back arched like a furious cat as his tail lashed violently out behind him. Wings partially unfolded and teeth bared--saliva dripping from his maw--he looked almost as rabid as he felt to His, completely out of control and very intent on staying that way. Despite his fury, however, he moved slowly, almost delicately closer to the girl. Much like a tiger stalking a mouse, he took his time eating up the space between them, until his heavy head and teeth were less than three feet from her skull. But slow and steady could only last so long, and when Mesreath lashed out with claws spread, it was quick as a bullet.
The first hit was decidedly careful despite its speed, huge claws arching at the girl's legs to swipe them beneath her. Before she would have a chance at hitting the ground, however, the same arm lashed out again, his paw back-handing her away with the full intent of sending her flying.
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Post by hatori3070 on Jul 16, 2010 1:06:12 GMT -5
When the Gold began throwing another tantrum, apparently somehow upset by the food, B'lor couldn't help a discreet eye roll. Yes, the Gold had every right to expect attention and be considered the best by everyone around her, but these temper tantrums were creating a less-than-likable image for her that would work against that. It never occurred to the new weyrling that he had created the same kind of image for himself with his actions. He had simply asserted his superiority to everyone else, and with his Impression, he had proved that he was right. What better way to show the world how good you are than to be the first to Impress to a new sub-King color? It practically shouted that none of the others had been good enough for him, so this entire new color had to come into the world to match his greatness. Impression hadn't had much of an effect on him, it seemed. No warm and fuzzy feelings for his new mindmate, just more self-centered thoughts and actions that asserted his own superiority over everyone. B'lor looked around, and spotted the other new ViridianRider. Feh, he was the first. He would always be the first. That other boy was of little consequence.
The young mans rapidly inflating ego wasn't getting any grounding from his dragon. Neth was finding fault with everyone around them as well. Though he was also finding fault with His, it was considerably less than anyone else was getting in the young dragon's mind. That Gold needed to learn how to hold her title with grace and dignity, not this shameful display of childishness. The other Viridian was obsessive. Every dragon and person around him and His was under his scrutiny, and all were found to be wanting. As soon as we can, we will leave Mine. I don't want to be around them. An air of uninterested dissatisfaction surrounded the bright green male as he watched everyone. Nothing was good enough for him.
Fine, fine. Whatever you want Neth.[/b] B'lor was distracted, searching for the new Queen Rider. He had to begin fostering a relationship with her immediately. After all, Neth would be winning her Flight sometime in the next few Turns. They had to know each other before that to avoid unnecessary awkwardness. Aha, there she was, looking as fed up with her dragon as everyone else. Come on Neth. Let's go talk to them. B'lor said to his new companion, and began walking over to Rayna. Even though he didn't really feel like it, Neth followed His over to the bratty Gold's Rider. Maybe Hers would be an improvement on the others.
"Hello there. The name's B'lor. Nice to meet you." He said and extended his hand to shake hers. Ever polite, B'lor did tend to make a good first impression. It was when people began to get to know him better that they usually got jealous and started to avoid him. It had nothing to do with him, of course. He just proved himself to be better than them at things, so they got jealous. Not his fault. Zelen chirped from her position on his shoulder, then went back to peering at Neth. He might take Hers away from her. That could be a bad thing.
Neth sat on his haunches next to His and went back to his people/dragon-watching, not bothering to say hello or try and strike up a conversation with the Gold. His wouldn't like it if he told the stuck up little thing what he really thought of her, and he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to help himself if they did start talking to each other.
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Post by lesa on Jul 16, 2010 2:33:38 GMT -5
A brief grin flashed across her face, despite the blood on her hands. Lesa merely nodded and demurred, "Not a big deal. I've had much worse in many ways, Tie, even for a non-Healer. This is nothing, really - just hate seeing you in pain, is all." Matter of fact, Lesa hated to see anyone in pain: partly due to being the daughter of two Healers, she figured. No matter. "Klaisath, that's a pretty name, Tie. And I know he's hungry - I just can't fathom a way to get the two of you off the Sands unless I go with you."
She sat back in thought, still keeping the pressure up, though lighter. Didn't need to press as hard when the bleeding was so close to stopping - only cause more pain. Or so she thought, but as she was a Harper by craft, not a Healer, she could've been wrong. Wouldn't be the first time. Or the last. Being unable to hear the dragons left the Harper deaf to her fellow (or rather, the ex-Harper Weyrling)'s comments. Which would prove to be problematic. In very many ways, rather shortly.
The blond turned her head carefully at Tieler's shout across the Sands, trying to keep her ungainly-long hair clear of the wounds. She'd given up on keeping it out of the sand. Her smile, which had faded, blossomed again as she noticed Loto had Impressed: hard not to, she only knew one 'zombie girl', after all. "Congrats, Loto!" Finally she realized just how few were left on the Sands, and all the shells that littered it - been a bit too concentrating on Tieler, it seemed.
Still, she turned back to her friend and charge, noticing briefly the few Impressions that took place behind her - cyan, pink and green all Impressing as a cyan, pink and gray roamed the Sands. Her thoughts went to them, even as she contemplated the leg on her lap and Tieler's problem. A nod at the words from the redhead - she started to speak, to explain that she could get her off the Sands and be back on in a short enough time that she wouldn't miss Impression: if she even Impressed - then the roar.
And everything went to the Red Star in a handbasket. The roar shook the very sand, and Lesa mentally let loose a series of epithets that surely would've had her mother washing her mouth out with soap - no threatening to do it and not doing it, even at her advanced age. She watched, mouth agape, as the brown flew down and landed on the Sands, marveling for a moment at his finesse in not hitting anyone.
Or at least until it was clear he was stalking Tieler. Then she took action, setting aside the leg, being sure, again, that it was sand free - for the time being, it was certain to not last long. The brown was creeping forward with agonizing slowness, to most. Lesa appreciated it, taking the time to scoop up Eclipse in one hand and in a move that would make her sports-mad younger male cousins proud, body-tackled Tieler, bringing Klaisath along with her. She braced herself, barely, above the black dragonet, black rider and black flit - hips straddling Tieler's waist, Eclipse thrown rudely onto Tieler's chest to free her hands mid-flight so she could use her forearms to catch herself. The sand burnt, harshly.
Her voice was a hoarse hiss in Tieler's ear as their hair blended together into a shaggy, sandy blond-red mess. "What on Pern did you say to him?" She managed to muse briefly that this was not how she had meant by calling Tieler a dragonet-magnet, even moreso than their mutual maulings (though admittedly, Tieler's was much worse than Lesa's: sand still stung, despite that). Then her legs were screaming at her from claws raking across their backs, however lightly.
She found herself airborne, and took the time to scream, more in fury than pain - as long as she didn't land on shells, her landing would be cushioned by the sand. But Faranth! There was no need for this, and she was going to have quite a talk with Tieler about actually reading the manuscripts written by those that had dealt with HADs, and the civilities that had to be taken. It was with great displeasure that she landed on a pile of eggshells.
Not enough to cut her to pieces. But enough to leave scrapes and cuts, several approaching deep to very deep - none life-threatening, if only just by inches. Her back would be one giant bruise, if one ignored the cuts it now bore: one in particular much too close to her femoral artery for anyone's pleasure. A groan was the only sound to show she lived. No moving. In part because it would hurt too much, in part because it would get her screamed at by her parents later - as it was, she could near sense them ready to storm the Sands, tradition be Scored.
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C'fael was livid, Ansyth roaring behind him, just once, and not moving, muscles locked, prepared for action. Already too many on the Sands - already too much chaos, the brown knew better than to try anything except a pleading look to his mother. The Weyrhealer could only scowl from his place on Oveth's back, desperate to be down there. "B'nyur," it was all he could say - all he could get himself to say, really, until a dry laugh spilled from his throat, "that had to be the stupidest bravest thing I've ever seen her do."[/size]
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Post by Zane on Jul 16, 2010 3:22:04 GMT -5
Nothing. No, nothing. Could’ve prepared her for what took place in what felt like a matter of seconds. She was admiring Lesa, talking to Lesa, admiring Klaisath, and talking to Klaisath. And then, a sound that would forever haunt her dreams came into her head. It practically stopped her heart, but mostly because she knew what it had come from. She had messed with the wrong dragon, seemingly, and she was willing to bet that for years to come she was going to wish she could forget this day; if she lived past it. She glanced behind her, mouth completely ajar, like Lesa’s. She was frozen, unable to move, and Klaisath was searching her mind for the answers, shrunk down like a feline in a backed-corner. Eclipse was startled from sleep, just managing to raise his head and peer at the Brown dragon before Lesa took charge. The Brown was stalking straight up to them, and Tieler was cursing so many times in her head for her big mouth, unable to react even still.
In one swift movement, it seemed, Lesa had put down her leg, grabbed for Eclipse, and Klaisath even, and then threw herself at her. The pain of having Lesa, and Eclipse, land on her wasn’t even running through her mind. All that was, like an endless stream, was: Oh shards and shells, oh shards and shells. Her heart was threatening to burst out of her chest, and she was pretty sure her whole body was now unpleasantly numb. Eclipse was huddled against her, never having been so terrified. He was sending her a flood images that she couldn’t focus on, mostly because that’s not what was important right now! Klaisath managed to wind-up at their sides, tucking himself in, now both hungry and terrified. He couldn’t even process what was happening, not this quickly. If only he’d heard what His had said, then maybe he’d understand why this was happening.
Had this been a different time, different place, and different circumstance, Tieler would have been more than willing to have Lesa straddling her like she was now. But with Lesa being her defender, this was not at all welcomed. Tieler looked up at her, very honestly wondering if this would be the last-time she ever saw those demanding blue eyes. Do not cry. Do not cry. ”I’m so sorry Lesa, you’re going to get hurt from this! I don’t want you to get hurt!” And she was crying. My goodness, after today everyone would just dub her the queen of all things salty and flowing. She wanted to hug the girl close, to protect her. Hm. Like she’d ever wanted to protect anyone before, like she’d ever really cared about someone before. Was this her payback? For all the things she’d done wrong, for the accidental death of that damned boy at the Harper Hall? Now Lesa was taking the blows that she should rightly be receiving? Like she could do anything about it now... Lesa was then lightly hit, and Tieler closed her eyes, biting down on that wretched tongue of hers. It had received so much abuse today, which was proved when it bled... again.
Then, after she thought it had all just been too much, Lesa was airborne. She landed in the shells, close to where the hatching dragonets were when they came to the Candidate’s, and Tieler screamed. “Stop! Please, just stop!” she was yelling at the Brown, scrambling back, putting a huge amount of pressure on both of her legs-the one able to take it where as the other was not. She nearly gasped at the pain of the movement, and sand in her cuts, both. “I’m sorry, all right! Is that what you want to hear?” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “Lesa!” she screamed, the name seeming to be a random addition, though not to Klaisath. His was going completely hysterical, and it was now his time to show why he’d impressed to her.
The black rose quickly, knowing he likely didn’t have much time to save His from the same fate as Lesa. He wouldn’t le t this go on any longer! The black flitt whom had also impressed to His, was still against Tieler’s chest, practically clawing into her flesh out of fear. Klaisath sent soothing images to the flitt, but to no avail. He would not stop freaking-out until this thing was over. And it was going to be over! Klaisath stepped in front of His when she’d conveniently scooted back, and planted all four of his legs on the sands, shaking like a leaf when he brought his gaze up to the far taller Brown. For all to hear he shouted: ~This is wrong! Mine is sorry, and you must now leave! I will not let you hurt any more people! These people are important to me, and you have hurt the one that is most important to Mine! This is wrong!~ The black was not shouting in a fierce way, but rather, in a pleading way. He was trying to get the Brown to come to his senses where clearly his own rider could not. Klaisath knew he didn’t stand a chance against the Brown in a fight, but he was hoping it didn’t come to that. To die for His, even after so brief a life, he was willing to do. He could not live without her, whereas, maybe, just maybe, she could live without him. His eyes were whirring shades of yellow, as he stood there, non-stop shaking limbs, shouldering the responsibility of ending this.
“Lesa...” Tieler was sobbing, unable to really move to the girl, for she couldn’t leave Eclipse and Klaisath defenceless. Lesa was out of the way of any more blows. But was she even still alive? When had she ever stepped-in the way for someone else? Would she have even done that herself, or just taken-off? She hoped she would’ve been like Lesa; as brave as Lesa!
Then her dragonet stepped-out, and she had all she could take. “No Klaisath! No! No!” she was screaming as if someone who was being raped, or something equally as horrible and painful. Really, in her mind, this could be compared to it. “Lesa!” she screamed again, making Klaisath one-hundred percent sure that she’d lost her mind. Trying to hold himself together, and protect his rider, he was panting like one whom was severely out of breath.
Eclipse had certainly scratched up his rider underneath her robe, mere scratches. Once realizing he was not doing any good by hurting the one he loved, he stopped, simply trying to get as close as he possibly could to Tieler’s body. He couldn’t get any closer, in reality, but his mind was telling him otherwise. And then the rush of images going through Tieler’s brain became too much for him to bear, and he knew that with Klaisath here he needed to be somewhere else, for her. He leaped into the air and flashed /between/ ending-up on top of Lesa’s body. He was now huddling into her instead, chirruping lovingly, and sending her pictures of a defending Klaisath against Durian’s Brown Mes.
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Nia
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Post by Nia on Jul 16, 2010 4:32:30 GMT -5
Callistath watched Mesreath with fixed eyes. If he came near her children, she would reign him in. But, honestly, Mesreath was the resident you-don't-mess-with violent dragon. She also respected him, to a bit. He had chased her, and, despite his violence, he usually tended to be smarter than most of the others. Besides, with that temper of his he probably would not hesitate to fight her if she were to pick a fight with him... which, of course, Callistath would never do. So she simply watched. Most of her children had Impressed and were off the Sands, and Mesreath wasn't liable to go near them. Dragons didn't fight dragons, afterall... just their stupid humans. Of course... Mesreath would be scolded later... but for now, she let him do as he wished. Avalle had enough believe in Durian's power to stop him from going too far, anyway, which was good enough for Callistath. She simply watched her two daughters on the Sands and the rest of the Candidates.
The Cyan looked like she was ready to cause more trouble, but her more sensible sister (though only slightly, as the Pink had quite a need for trouble-making as well) had stopped her, and the two of them watched Mesreath's attack on Tieler and Lesa with vague interest. That was some trouble, if they ever saw it! The two of them were in awe by his ability to draw attention to himself and cause a bunch of drama! He was so cool, wasn't he?! Kind of mean, the way he hit those two girls, but still soooo cool! The two dragons were essentially fangirling over him. Well... for those that liked to only cause simple mischief, this was a bit much... but it was still cool.
As all that was going on, the final egg in Callistath's clutch gave another shake, splitting open neatly down the center to reveal the final dragonet. It was an almost blinding sight. The dragonet that emerged from this rather light, pastely egg was as bright as a highlighter. He was a Yellow, for sure, and a male, for sure. He wasn't exactly bulky, but he definitely wasn't effeminiate in shape. He was large, and perhaps it was simply the way he held himself that made him seem like a male. His hide, continuing, was bright, high-lighter, pure yellow. There was no mistaking his color. He moved out of the egg with a cheerful strut, happy to be the last to hatch, and thus, the surprise ending to a very odd batch of dragonets. He seemed to be reveling in his presumed attention, very happy to be in the spot light.
Except he wasn't in the spotlight, because the Pink and the Cyan had begun to move again as well. They were tenatively moving closer to Mesreath... or at least, the Cyan was, with her sister lagging behind. However, unlike their rapt attention from before... they seemed to have quite an ultior motive in mind. Whatever they were planning, though, was stopped by the Yellow's hatching. The Pink immediately grabbed her more eccentric sister and motioned towards the Yellow. Ooh, so rather than going after the dangerous Brown, they were going to head after the show-offy Yellow! The Yellow gave an exaggerated motion at their approach, flamboyantly spinning to face them. The Cyan tackled him right away, and the two proceeded to fight with each other. It was just a simple tussle, more for attention than anything. The Pink watched, but soon grew bored... and hungry. She made to reach out to her sister, but stopped, as the Cyan was far too involved in her fight.
With a slight glance back at the fighting Cyan and Yellow, the Pink moved instead towards the Candidates, making sure to stay far away from Mesreath and his chosen targets, though she did stop by the hurt Lesa to nudge her in a gesture of sympathy. She moved towards the remaining girls, and finally stopped before the one she wanted. This girl seemed right. Enough for the Pink to hide her mischevious side while secretly playing pranks. Perfect. KatheryneMine, you will cause mayhem with your Frasketh, yes...? Oh... but not that much. We don't want to seem obvious. ...and please, can you feel better, now? her mindvoice was soft and quiet, so her troublesome words were only a bit awkward sounding.
Pink: Soft, quiet, secretly mischevious. -Frasketh [prank] [FF69B4]
The Cyan continued to tussle with the Yellow, though the sudden absense of her sister caused her to stop suddenly, and the Yellow rolled away. He did managed to roll himself to his feet, though, and stood back up with an elaborate flourish. He had definitely beaten her, hah! She was no match for him in anything! It wasn't really arrogance, not like his golden sister, it was much more playful. The Yellow just had a thing for the dramatic, and anything that would get him attention, really. People were everything to him! Dragons were everything to him! Without their attentions, he was nothing!
As the Yellow flaunted himself in front of the Candidates (ignoring the Brown completely... steal his attention, would you?!) the Cyan continued off, searching for her sister. Seeing her Impress, the cyan decided... well, she'd probably better go do that too. She was kind of hungry! And she didn't want to stay all that separate from her sister for long! Who was going to talk her ears off then?! Moving, the Cyan decided to keep clear away from the Brown she really respected... and moved instead, near the eggshells. Hers was over.... here! Yes! In an interesting spot and after being flown by that... oh, she seemed... hurt. The Cyan tilted her head to the side and then, in a panic, she ran up to the girl, her tail lashing back and forth with her worry.
LesaMine, LesaMine, LesaMiiiinnneeeee! Maieouth will save you! She will! We will get you help, okay?! Then we can go join Frasketh and have lots of mischevious fun, okay?! We'll make this Weyr turn upside down, okay?! Okay okay okay okay?! she sounded panicked, fretting for the safety of the girl she'd just Impressed to. But she'd be okay, okay?! Maieouth would make sure of it! For sure! Definitely! Nothing would happen that she didn't allow...!
Cyan: Talkative, mischevious, troublemaker. -Maieouth [best] [66DDAA]
And now, the Yellow had what he wanted. All the attention of the leftovers! He was the only one left! Take t-- oh, right, there was a Gray over to the side. But he didn't mind, he really didn't. He was definitely a cheerful sort, as Yellows were, and it didn't appear as though he cared too much that the Gray and the rest of Kalith's dragonets were stealing "his" attention. He just liked to have fun, and he liked to be the center. Plus, with a hide like he had, it was difficult not to look at him. He moved at his leisure, taking his time, enjoying his little span of time on the Sands.
But enough was enough! He wanted to find His. He avoided Mesreath and his drama square, flouncing over to the boys, what little of them there were. Not many left to pink from...? Ah, that was fine, fine! His was here anyway, he knew. Definitely over here! He flaunted himself a bit, enjoying the definitely attention he must be getting from them... and then picked. He did something of a dance, spinning in place and landing in an odd pose in front of His. Ooh E'raMiiinne~! Ocouth would very much like it if you fed him! Ooh, and if you can admire him as well, that would be fabulous, he gave an almost frenchy "oh-hoh-hoh-hoh" laugh after saying this, looking at his with expectant eyes.
Yellow (m): Flamboyant, eccentric, center of attention. -Ocouth [FFF700] [/size]
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Post by raisa on Jul 16, 2010 6:50:08 GMT -5
Turn around Having been watching the Gold throwing a tantrum over by the tables holding the bowls of meat, Sayami couldn't help but be amused and dismayed at the way the Queen dragonet was behaving, feeling sorry for the one who had Impressed her. It was just meat, afterall, and there seemed to be plenty of it still on the table, so why was the Gold behaving like that?.
Look at what you see.... Hearing quiet whispers from the other nearby Candidates still left to her left, she turned her attention back to the eggs in time to see the Green that had just hatched falling asleep, with the Pink and the Cyan having a stare-down in the middle of the Sands, not far from the Candidates. As the Pink broke the stare-down to make her way across the remaining distance to the Candidates, the Cyan turned in the direction of the dozing Green, eventually managing to get her on her feet and showing some interest in her surroundings.
In her face
Apparently satisfied, the Cyan moved to follow the Pink, who had now impressed one of the female Candidates to her left, across the Sands. Holding her breath as the Cyan approached, Sayami's hope quickly plummeted as she convinced herself that the dragonet would pass her by and choose someone else.
The mirror of your dreams.... Pale-green eyes widened in new-found hope as the Cyan paused in front of her, rising onto her back-legs to place her forelegs on her shoulders, tears suddenly sprang into her eyes, rolling down her face as she met the Cyan's rainbow colored eyes, becoming lost in them and letting go of the walls she'd built up for so long.
Make believe I'm everywhere Your Eleusyniath is ready now, SayamiMine. There was so much to do and see out there that I did not want to come at first. I knew you would be here when I came, though. Feed me?
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Overwhelmed by the flood of emotions suddenly arising with in her, Sayami could only nod slowly, reaching up to touch the Cyan's head gently, fingertips running over her new partner's hide slowly, a smile slowly growing on her face before she closed her eyes, wiping away the tears.
"Eleusyniath.." Sayami murmured her partner's name as the dragonet dropped back onto all fours "Of course I'll feed you.." She continued, leading Eleusyniath across the Sands to where the bowls of meat were resting on the tables. Picking up one of them, Sayami headed for the nearest empty seat, passing bits of meat to her partner as fast as she needed them, unable to keep her gaze from her partner's night-sky hued hide.
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Post by jack on Jul 16, 2010 10:03:26 GMT -5
Mesreath watched with a short snarl as a girl not in his targeted area attempted to block him...and was sent flying. Smugly, he set his attention now on Tieler, eyes whirling that sickening dark shade of red. With Mesreath--whose eyes were always red and seemingly incapable of any other color--that dark thickening shade was a real sign of his anger. Eyes nearly pink when pleased, it was easy to recognize the stiffening fury in that slow murky whirl.
His prey began to scoot away, but the dragon was oddly patient as he took less than a half step and easily ate up the distance. He arched even further now that he knew the girl had no one to protect him, snapping his teeth together almost thoughtfully as though he were secretly deciding the most damaging attack...only to have his attention diverted momentarily by the Black moving. Red eyes narrowed as he snarled, not bothering to speak to what he was quickly deciding to be a creature worth smacking. But as he reached out, his movements were decidedly gently, a paw slipping beneath the dragonet's body and lifting him into the air as one would pick up a particularly stubborn dog. He deposited him easily out of his way and quickly moved his massive form between the dragonet and His, snapping for a moment at the passing flit before leaning down and delicately grabbing one of Tieler's arms lifting her upwards.
Teeth crunching down with painstaking slowness--never enough to break the bone but increasing by the moment--he lifted to his full height and began to twist his neck, plainly considering the best, most effective place to throw his new rag doll. But despite the strange calm to suddenly overtake the raging dragon, there was still a distinct air of uncontrollable fury made all the more real as he growled and moved to throw Tiel. "Mesreath."
The Brown stiffened at the lock on him, turning--human still in his mouth--to stare at Durian. She was breathing heavily from her sprint, and bruised from a slip and an impact with a wall, but her eyes were as stern as her mind, and her posture determined. His nostrils flared as he fought against her control, dropping Tieler straight to the ground as he roared angrily. A silent argument commenced, Durian taking a single step as Mesreath reared into the air and roared again, wings flaring and claws flailing as he lunged for Tiel, wrenched back physically from Durian's mental block. Snarling and nearly foaming at the mouth, he continued to claw and rake at his invisible wall, looking very much like a canine held back by a harness as he desperately tried to reach his offender. But Durian refused it, eyes narrowing and shoulders stiffening.
Minutes passed, but Mesreath finally settled onto all fours without any attempt at lunging, his entire body hunched and stiff like a thick coil as though he would attack again. He stared at Tiel, silent as though dumb, and his eyes whirled even darker, nearly black with anger. And yet Durian began to relax, the argument over as she moved fearlessly forwards, stepping into Mesreath's space to stand to the side of his lowered skull, not touching him as she set her eyes on Tieler. "I hope you realize how lucky you are." She said quietly, clearly vivid despite her completely calm exterior, "Mesreath is not a dragon to be messed with. Or spoken to. You are lucky that I have as much control as I do. You are lucky he came over here in the beginning without the intent to kill." She shifted, lifting her chin, and her brows knit, "You are even luckier that it was us and not another...even less unfavorable pair." She turned slightly, glancing towards the Queens and the Kings currently in the room, then back to Tieler, "You may not can control whether or not you hear what a dragon says. But if you dare be so impudent or cocky again to think that you can take on a dragon after breaking the rules of conduct...or more importantly, think a dragon will not find your invasion of his privacy offensive even if you have never met, spoken with, been introduced, or heard of that dragon...then I will not step in." Speech completed she turned away completely, walking off the Sands.
Mesreath set Tieler with another harsh, annoyed stare, but turned after His quickly, purposefully snapping his tail around to smack at her skull. But then he was gone, proudly walking at Durian's side--fearless and still very very sure he was very very in the right...something His did not dispute.
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Post by akki on Jul 16, 2010 10:57:35 GMT -5
Left and right there were dragonets Impressing to now-former candidates. Xlire grinned and clapped for those who Impressed, grinning even larger when she could hear the families of the new weyrlings whooping behind her in joy. No one in her family had ever Impressed, mostly because none of them had the opportunity to do so, so she couldn’t imagine what it was like to see your sondaughterbrothersister out on the Sands with a dragonet moving towards them.
It was probably a sight to behold.
However, in a matter of seconds, Xlire’s smile was effectively wiped off. She flinched slightly when the roar of the brown rolled over her, her ears almost screaming from the loud outcry of anger. It seemed to come out of nowhere, considering Xlire couldn’t hear the conversation between Tieler and the dragon, and soon she was watching the brown launch himself onto the sands. Her eyes went wide when she saw Mesreath approach Tieler in a stalking feline-esque manner. Xlire jumped from her spot and pressed her body roughly against the railings of the stands, ignoring the fact that it felt like her ribs were being crushed.
“Tieler! Move!”
Tieler did indeed move, but only to the ground when another candidate tackled her roughly in to the sand. The girl was both a hero and a fool in Xlire’s books, wincing when she saw the claws cut into Lesa’s legs. Tieler’s Black ran in front of the massive Brown, seemingly trying to prevent another attack. It was painful to watch the black get moved aside by Mesreath and even more painful to see the Brown bit down on Tieler’s arm.
“Leave her alone, you daft dragon!” Xlire hollered. Of course, she had absolutely no place to even talk to a dragon or its rider unless she was asking them if they wanted more klah. She was nothing more than a drudge but shells and shards, there was no way she could just silently watch Tieler get hurt.
And then it was over, more or less. The rider of the brown interrupted and led Mesreath away. Xlire wasn’t so sure if she felt grateful to Durian for finally stepping in or if she disliked her for simply being the rider of Mesreath. She hadn’t known Tieler for long, and even then their first meeting had a little rough start. But the redhead interested Xlire; she had a sharp tongue and a quick temper and enough wit to keep Xlire’s attention. She didn’t move from her spot, body still pressing against the railing. She wouldn’t move until Tieler could move off the sands so she could go and see the redhead.
And possibly give Lesa a hug or something.
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Post by Reky on Jul 16, 2010 12:46:20 GMT -5
Oh, yes, she was definitely very upset. What could be so upsetting at to make her through a terrible fit like that? It was really beyond his understanding. He just didn't get it. Nothing that bad was happening, right? Or maybe that cyan had said something reeeally mean... That black hadn't done anything, though! He'd just been... there. Really, he didn't get it, but who was he to judge? He couldn't hear what people were saying to Couineth, after all. Maybe it was that bad. In any case, it was reducing him to an even smaller pile of mush. He just wanted to help, but... she said he couldn't.
O-oh... Verith really wishes he could fix it, though. He sighed softly. That is very unfair, though. No one should sneak up on anyone! That's scary and mean. They should ask first, so you know. He nodded. However, he didn't understand why she needed all the food, though. If she ate it, she'd get really fat and ugly. Plus, she had to share, or else there would be more upset dragonets. Really, though, he was mostly worried about her getting fat. Girls were supposed to watch their weight. They weren't very strong, so they should be pretty instead. At least he had the tact to keep all those thoughts to himself. He didn't dare say them out loud. Really, Miss Gold, if... if you want things better... you h-have to make them better yourself. He nodded slowly, quite pleased with his solution. I'm sure you are even prettier when you are happy, Miss Gold. R-really... Verith thinks so... Oh! But it's n-not like you're not pretty now! You are! Very! You could just be even prettier. Um. Sadly, he realized something. Would it make it better if Verith, um, left? [/i] I'tier was still totally calm about Verith's situation. If anything happened, he'd just come right back, running. He'd done that after the cyan shouldered him, after all. He was a smart little dragon. K'coon's black seemed smart, too, having found His all the way in the stands. In fact, all of the dragons were smart in their own ways. All of them were beautiful. Even Couineth had her redeeming qualities. She was, after all, the future of the dragon population, and a stunning, shining gold. He smiled lazily up at the Harper as he drew even closer. "Oh, yes, Verith is a 'he'..." he sighed wistfully. "A beautiful 'he.' It's so curious. I can't quite imagine how I went about without him now! It feels like he was always supposed to be here. It's wonderful. Absolutely wonderful." His eyes rested softly on the blue for a few moments, before flicking back to K'coon and his black. "Well, it sure is nice to see you again. And very nice to meet you, Sir Pieteth." He really meant that. --- No! No, no, no, no, no! Kesviry's heart was pounding. She was at her feet immediately, sharp eyes watching Mesreath's every move. This wasn't supposed to happen! This was terrible! Someone was going to get hurt! Even the Queen's rampage had set her completely on edge, and this so soon afterward wasn't helping. She wouldn't hide her fear - that would be ridiculous, not to mention difficult. Oh, Faranth, no... There was a full-grown dragon on the Sands, and he was neither a clutchparent nor a healer dragon, that was for sure. By his red eyes, he was infuriated, too. What had happened? Kesviry knew as well as any other that you could not hear the telepathic conversations between dragons and those to whom they spoke. Had someone said something? That had to be it. But what...? Thankfully, though, the dragon left. In his wake were cowering girls, but also, on the boy's side... There was a yellow? From her view, Mesreath had obscured the dragonet's hatching. She hadn't seen him enter the world. She saw him now, though, and he was... He was in front of Ezra! Ezra had Impressed! For the first time the entire hatching, Kesviry's hands clapped - louder than she'd ever clapped before. Oh, he'd be E'ra, now, wouldn't he? What was his dragon's name? For once, the questions in her head were hardly analytical or logical. They were purely curiosity and excitement. She was so happy for him! She even did something quite unlike herself and left the stands. Of course, she stayed near the edge and far away from the actual stands, but she waited not terribly far from the meat to wait for E'ra and his yellow. Of course, the boy probably had many other friends to congratulate him, but E'ra was Kesviry's only friend as it stood - aside from Karath, that is (who had, by the way, opted out of coming into the hatching cavern - her memories of the place weren't fond). This was important for her.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by kia on Jul 16, 2010 13:03:07 GMT -5
More and more eggs were beginning to Hatch. And as this was all happening, Kela could feel the beginnings of dizziness start to set in. There were so many eggs left on the Sands. What if one of them was meant for her? she had to stay awake. Trying to hang on to the present and not let her dizziness take over, she failed to see the new eggs Hatch. When she finally looked up, she saw a Bronze, Pink, Cyan, and Green now on the Sands. Each of them were very different and had their own personalities. The Bronze had that regal look, the Pink seemed amused with many things, the Cyan looked like she was on a mission, and the Green was just lazy. The Bronze and Pink Impressed first. She was glad. Then the Cyan moved, trying to get the Green to move. Just as the Cyan Impressed and she felt like she could not hold out much longer...
KelaMiiiiiiiiiiine, Your Loxith is so hungry. Like sooooooooooooooo hungry! I need you, MineOwn. We cannot have fun if we’re hungry. Let’s gooooooo.
Was she really hearing what she was hearing? Or was she starting to hallucinate and hearing voices from the loss of blood.
MiiiiineOwn! Huuuuuuurry! I am hungry and want to have fuuuuuuuuun!
She was not hallucinating that voice. It reminded her ever so gently of the children that she was so use to watching. But that voice was not something she could easily make up in her mind. Those over exaggerated vowels and that whining and pitiful need to be loved, held, and be given attention. Plus this sudden hunger flaring up was something she had never felt before. Loxith. Her Green needed her! Kela moved slowly, trying to push herself up with her one good hand and arm, the blood already staining the Sands and her robes. All she could think of was Loxith standing there, looking at her with that want for her to be there. She never thought she would Impress, but she did! Maybe not to this kind of dragon, but Loxith needed her! A dragon needed her!
"I am coming, Loxi," she said, giving the Green her new affectionate nickname.
Huuuuuurryyyyyyyyyy!
Kela made it over, slowly but surely, and looked down at the bright, little Green. The eyes were whirling with orange with need and desire. "Come on, little one, I will feed you so long as I do not pass out," she said, smiling lightly, the dizziness still threatening to take over.
Pass out? Noooooooo! You cannot till you feeeeed me! That is not faaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiir! All the other Mines are feeing their dragons! You have to feed meeeeeeeeeee! The little Green was starting to throw another tantrum. Kela smiled lightly knowing that this was going to be difficult, but she was ready. No one said being a DragonRider was all fun and games.
But it should beeeeeeee! Loxith replied.
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O`ris was sitting in the stands toward the very bottom where he could see better. He enjoyed watching the Candidates Impress, but his main view was of Avalle and Callistath. He had a small smile on his face, but it was real and there. Callistath had to be proud of her Clutch. Sure that Queen was a brat and was going to be hard to control, but Callistath had to be proud that she had Clutched another Dalibor Queen. He sighed as he leaned back, watching the different dragons Impress and walk off with their Mines. His eyes were especially on the new colors: Viridian and Tan. He could feel the soft touch of Rhyolith in his mind as the Cyan had taken great notice to these new colors. Maybe it was the fact that she had been a new color at one point and felt this strong need to help these new ones out.
They need guidance, O`ris. You know what will happen. They will be looked down upon with scrutiny like Eccolath and I were.
I know, Rhy. But whoever is their WeyrlingMaster will handle it. They may be different and some of the dragons may have something lose with them, but they will be fine. A dragon is a dragon, and they will become one in time, O`ris replied mentally.
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Post by junomoule on Jul 16, 2010 14:00:32 GMT -5
little girls don't know how to be sweet girls "mama didn't teach me" little boys don't know how to treat little girls "daddy didn't show me"
The dark-haired candidate continued to grin like she did, even with silence as the only answer to the words she'd offered up. It's not like she needed to say anything more, the chatter between Lesa, Tieler and Xela kept things alive in a way that allowed Loto's mind to drift. Hatching dragonets kept things busy; things weren't apt to stay stagnant for long.
Loto felt Katheryne move before she saw her move, thanks by in large due to the Viridian pushing her forward. She watched her fall over and sit up all over again, blinking and tilting her head to the side as though Katheryne had done this intentionally.
"Ta?" Loto half-questioned and half-chirped, her recently dried eyes lingering on the crying girl as she scooted a little farther away. Loto took one instinctive step to scoot along, but was stopped by another dragonet touching the girl who Loto cradled in her arms. She gave a quick mewling sound that got caught in her throat and trailed off.
The Tan's muzzle had gently brushed up to nudge and encourage Medusa; it was done lovingly, soothingly in her own way and it had quietly enraptured Loto. It was... motherly, something that brought a sweet, keen, and oft-ignored ache to the big girl who held the smaller Candidate in her arms. It wasn't nessecarily a bad feeling, like a bruise being lightly brushed- bittersweet, or maybe nostalgic?
She was such a pretty dragon, the fact that she was a fancy new mutation barely registered next to her intentional movements and inherent beauty. Maybe the newly-hatched Tan would Impress to Medusa? The Tan and Loto had locked eyes, and Loto found it only natural to move. She adjusted the light-weight Usa in her arms easily, as if to offer her up to the motherly Tan. She seemed like a really reliable dragon, a dragon who could take good care of anyone- LotoMine, your Mabiath will take care of everyone. Do you want something to eat?
"My Mabiath?" It was fitting the way that Loto would stare blankly back at Mabiath's very blue and very sweet eyes, repeating the name in a similarly slow manner even as the idea of flowers touched her mind- making Loto smile broadly even as her eyes widened in a recognition that hadn't quite hit her yet. Medusa was still cradled in her arms, her fingers tightening in a gentle way- instinctive in it's own way, repeating her previous words as less of a question and with more wonder. "My... Mabiath!"
Recognition had hit Loto like a ton of bricks, the fabric of thought between she and Mabiath coming together in a collection of vague impressions that brought a joy up from Loto's core and warmed her. Warming her like she had never known- Loto hadn't even known she'd been cold; she was physically stuck as she was as everything changed. The world was brighter, and Loto had to dry her eyes off on her shoulder since her hands were occupied, even as the back of her hand was lovingly tended to by Mabiath's tongue.
It was the same way that Mabiath didn't entirely notice her own hunger, concern and compassion coming first, always first. Mabiath's gently questioning mind formed a deliberate nudge into Loto's mind. To need and to want were different, as the empathetic pit of hunger in Loto's stomach was quick to inform her, passing the dragonet a watery but nevertheless very joyful smile. The one who needed the food was her dragonet, something that Loto understood well enough.
"Ah, um, yes! Food is important and-" Her energetic and babbling words were cut off, realizing that Medusa was still in her arms. She wasn't going to just toss her roommate aside, so she continued to stand there, even with the hunger burning a pit in her stomach. Getting food was important, both S'fa-papa and the teachers here had made that so clear, but she found herself rooted in place as she searched Medusa's face for a different kind of clue.
when no one's looking back at you you wear your every last disguise you're flying then you fall through
A vaguely familiar voice had her distractedly turning her head before long. "Ta?" She stared blankly at Tieler for a moment, but her perpetual look of joy was only given incentive to blossom in gratitude, an affirming sort of laughter coming from her. "Ta!" Well, it sounded enough like a thank you to her. The deafening words that Mesreath offered drowned that out, however. The massive, fullgrown Brown ate up the distance between Loto and the other girls all too easily.
She was left to stare at the angry dragon's back, though the sound of things didn't leave her guessing for much as that lump that she'd forgotten about in her throat sunk like a heavy stone to her stomach. What in Pern's name- The worry wasn't even entirely her own, the keening concern originating from the Tan who brushed up against Loto's legs meaningfully. The touch was a comfort, saying more than words could as Loto's open mouth hung agape before closing abruptly. She held on to Medusa a little tighter, taking a few meandering steps backwards and away from the scene.
S'fa-papa's Brown never... he hadn't, wouldn't ever... Dragon's could be so scary, a fear very familiar to that which she felt when she'd accidentally set foot on the sands some sevendays ago passed through her only to be soothed away by the tide of something more natural. It wasn't Loto's inner resevoir of calm that made her move, her arm extending gently so that Medusa's feet would brush up against the warm sands. It was Mabiath's velvety face that eased the back of the candidate's legs so that she might stand with the support of Loto's shoulder. Already, they were a team.
Mabiath pulled her head back, looking over the pair with compassion; a brilliantly colored pink made her way up to Medusa meaningfully, and it wasn't too hard to understand. Veryerdoth and Medusa belonged together, giving a low croon of affectionate approval. How wonderful it was, how natural, just like the smell of wonderful flowers.
She still waited beside hers, not wishing to inconvinence Hers in the slightest even as Tieler's pleading screams rose above what would have otherwise been a very ordinary moment. "L- let's get some food, okay?" The words were said shakily, though Loto found her body wasn't shaking like her voice was even as her face paled at the black dragonet's broadcasted plea. She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat that wanted to make her sick.
Everything would be alright. Everything had to be alright. Everyone will be okay. Everyone will be filled. It was hard to tell if the statements were meant to be together or seperate, but it was enough to bring Loto's tenative smile back to her face, turning her back on the sands with some difficulty. There was a kernel of fear in Loto, and a kernel of worry Mabiath, but it was what they had together that allowed them to walk Medusa and Veryerdoth towards the feeding place.
They would be filled. They would all be filled.
love save the empty love save the empty and save me and save me[♫]
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Post by mangonumnum on Jul 16, 2010 15:39:59 GMT -5
It was amazing how quickly something could go by without you thinking about it. Soon, there were very few eggs left on the Sands. Would he Impress one? He wasn't sure. He watched as most of the dragonets traveled to the girl's side. That was no real surprise though. There were a lot more of them than boys. He gently stroked the brown firelizard's head as he watched more and more pairs walk off.
One black seemed intent on exploring the boys. He gave a long sniff of Cheko. Was this it? Was he going to Impress. No, the black moved on and sniffed the other. Then back to Cheko. Maybe? No. The black pushed past the two and seemed to Impress to someone in the Stands. Well, boo.
Cheko wasn't one to pout, but he was definitely feeling a bit put out. What a tease. He guessed it would be alright if he didn't Impress this time. There would be other opportunities. He doubted there would be no new clutches in the next...ten turns? The Weyr would die if that was the case.
He looked down at Polo, giving the firelizard a smile that was much gentler than his normal, almost disturbingly wide grin. A pair that Hatched simultaneously soon caught his attention though. A pink and a cyan. They were a troublesome pair- he liked 'em! They looked like twins though. He wondered if there were any Candidates who were twins. That'd be interesting.
In his musings, he didn't notice the bronze had finally arrived at the boys. But as Cheko turned, he had to admire the king. He was a good size, almost as big as the boy. But Cheko was pretty tiny as it was. The bronze sat there and studied the boys. Of course it had to want one of the couple left. But Cheko wasn't expecting anything. He wasn't a king. He was the joker.
And with that thought in his head, Impression hit him like a brick.
Ch'koOwn, your Paixioth is here now, no need to worry!
Cheko, no Ch'ko, dropped his arms to his side. They seemed suddenly empty. Was this dragon talking to him? Ch'ko felt the bronze press himself against Ch'ko's leg, wrapping his tail around the boy's ankles.
He offered no assurance to the boy. His just had to know that he had chosen His and he knew best. Feed me, Mine! Let’s go!
Without another word, the two walked off, Ch'ko dazed. Tears were spilling from his eyes. Why? He was happy. But he wasn't a happy cryer. Even for this. He was so ecstatic he wanted to run around and find Myra and chatter on and on about how great his Paixioth was. For Paixioth was great. Paixioth was the inner strength that Ch'ko didn't know he needed.
Mine. You musn't cry. Your Paixioth is here. We will grow together and be very successful. Mine has lots of power.
The words made the boy smile through his tears. But he was missing something. Polo. That was it. Maybe...Polo had left. Forever. Was Paixioth here to take the fear and lonliness away? One look into the multi-faceted eyes that swirled with hunger and happiness and pride and Ch'ko had his answer.
Ch'ko would always have Polo in his heart. Now, he had this dragon to be with him forever. His grin had returned and he hurriedly wiped away tears. He was a new king rider. He had to look cool.
He strode in with all the happy confidence in the world, but it didn't quite fit on the boy. He was probably one of the most unlikely Bronze candidates that Stood. Luckily, he didn't have to face the added responsibility just yet. Paixioth would have to control His a little as the two grew together, for both had a lot of growing to do.
Ch'ko quickly grabbed some meat for his bronze and lovingly fed him, trying not to reminisce about feeding Polo in a similar manner. Paixioth knew His was troubled, but undoubtedly happy. He knew he was a wonderful dragon. There was no need to question His's love. His just had a lot to deal with from the past. This would make His stronger.
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Post by bobrocks14 on Jul 16, 2010 15:49:42 GMT -5
Frasketh? Who in the world- Katheryne stopped thinking momentarily to wipe her face and look up from the sand beneath her. Who was talking to her? Why on Pern would anyone be talking to her now? Did they not see that she wanted to be left alone? Cold brown eyes slowly lifted to the thing before her, and Katheryne's heart skipped a beat.
A pink. A beautiful, amazing, delicate pink was sitting before her. Talking to her. Did that mean...? Was this...Impression? Kat continued to stare at the dragonet as her mind prodded the sudden link formed between them. Yes...this was it! This was Impression! Katheryne was completely speechless. My dear Frasketh! How could I think you'd never come to me! The girl squealed to the pink as she threw her arms around the creature. You're so amazing! Really! The pink nuzzled her happily, adding noises to confirm her decision. The pink's words of mayhem, which were completely ignored at first, suddenly entered Kat's mind, and she cocked a brow. Mayhem...? I'm not one for such things...but if my Frasketh wants to cause quiet pranks, then I will play along. It wouldn't hurt...right? Said dragonet jumped around happily, eyes whirling with glee. But she did have another question.
Mine, now that you're better, promise that we will play with Maieouth and Hers when Hers is better, okay? Frasketh turned toward her cyan sister, crooning happily, yet softly as Katheryne led them both toward the feeding area. They'll be alright...right? I do want to play with my sister soon...Oh boy, I'm hungry though! We'll play later. Can you feed me now? Then we can play with the others! Katheryne couldn't help but smile as she started tossing meat to the pink, who gobbled it up immediately. Yes, dear, we will play with them later on. Right now, let's eat, okay? The dragonet hummed happily in response as she continued eating.
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Post by Admin on Jul 16, 2010 21:14:20 GMT -5
I've been driving for an hour, Just talking to the rain, You say I've been driving you crazy, And its keeping you away.
There was someone who was late. Of all the things that Kalith could have noticed, that was what she focused on. Mesreath hadn't killed anyone. There was nothing for which she needed to keen. Licking her lips, the copper Queen stood, forcing her rider to straightening. Only two more eggs were left on the sands, two of hers. She left them and started to stalk forward. If anyone thought that Mesreath was being unreasonable, they were about to meet a flaw in their logic. Teeth bared, wings spread wide, she stalked toward Talon with her claws scraping eerily against the sand. Fajra scanned the assembled candidates, but her eyes settled on her dragon's target with ease. Why did candidates always have to be late? No Queen was going to let it go, no matter how many times it happened, and Kalith had more pride than Mesreath ever would.
You may not bite him. This hatching has been more than dramatic enough, I believe; Fajra chided her dragon, even as her lips remained firmly pursed. She was going to need to speak to Durian and Mesreath later. However, her sympathies for the weyrling who had managed to gain the brown's wrath were few. This really wasn't going to be the brightest class. The golden Queen held no promise in the Weyrwoman's eyes and the candidates who had been available had shown themselves to be lacking. Briefly pausing, Kalith tested her rider's will. It didn't budge. Giving into the sense of it, she lowered her head to inches from Talon's face, teeth still bared. Then she let out a bloodcurdling scream. She had fought the renegade false Queen and won! She had torn suitors from the sky! Forcefully, she knocked Talon back with her muzzle.
Done with weeding out the unworthies, Kalith whirled and stalked back to guard over her remaining eggs, passing the only dragonet on the sands, the gray, as she went. Her eyes met her rider's for a moment in silent communication. Then she raised her head and she settled back down behind her clutch. Rhyolith, congratulations. You are now a weyrlingmaster. Go tell Mesreath to help Detritath guard the lake and make the weyrlings stop being so annoying and stupid; she ordered the cyan. O'ris and her would need to be replaced as wingseconds, but the older weyrlings would be graduating soon and they would be good weyrlingmasters. They had proven their worth to the Weyr on several occasions. Business taken care of for the moment, icily calm Weyrwoman and satisfied Queen turned their attention back to the remnants of the hatching.
The last bluish gray egg was rocking. Back and forth, it wiggled and shook, slowly cracking with each twist. A chunk broke off and the egg began to split. However, before it broke properly in half, a whitish head emerged. The dragonet offered the crowd a winning dragon's smile, then disappeared again. He kicked the out the bottom of his prison and hopped up with suave charm to his youthful steps. Where it had previously looked like he might be a white, which would have been a little odd with his gray sister standing right there, it became clear that he was a blue, much of his body a deep, navy color. It was only his head and upper neck that was whitish, a very fine, pale blue. He was big for a blue, more than making up for the fact that he was the only one around. While perhaps a bit slim in build, he towered over his distant gray sister.
As he started to sway forward, the blue's manner quickly became clear. That hint of a smile continued to decorate his face and he carried himself with a cool confidence, the sort of easygoing lordliness that would do him well when he was grown and more learned. For the time being, he was content to sidle across the sands with mild interest glinting in his slowly swirling eyes. He surveyed the candidates with kindness, approaching them with care. While something about him, that smirk of a draconic smile, that twinkle about his very manner, suggested that he was up to mischief, he behaved as honorably as a just hatched dragonet could, especially one who was oblivious to the plight of Tieler and Lesa. It had taken him a while to hatch, but being fashionably late was right up his alley. One didn't prove oneself at affairs like this.
The blue's eyes fell upon the gray and he paused. Gracefully, he offered a bow, dipping his head low. He was quite elegant on his feet, his poise more natural than hers. It was only right to offer such a lady respect. While as grand as any King, the fighter gave his subservience with ease to those around him, quite the little gentleman. He didn't believe in chivalry, but he did believe in respect and morality. The amusement that shone in his expression was not at the expense of anyone else and certainly not at the expense of any lady. Calm and composed, his behavior was an excellent compliment to the icy demeanor of his sister, who he openly offered his fealty. He was not aware that there was a Queen amongst the fellow's of his class. Besides that, the gray was liable to be a tinge more worthy of him than the gold in his eyes.
Expression cold as ever, the gray had paused to watch her brother's greetings. She did not want him feckless loyalty. She stared at him quite fixedly, once again returning to a statuesque pose. Her thoughts wandered, but her eyes did not. Perhaps she was smart. Perhaps she was a philosopher. In all honesty, she didn't care what she was. The world was beyond her, unworthy of her. She didn't have the interest to even be a brat; she couldn't be bothered to fight or yell. All she knew was that she wasn't going to die. Was that a dismal existence? Perhaps, but she didn't care, cold and dour enough to match her hide. She watched her brother's movements, wondering why everyone around her had to move so much. It was simpler just to balance, poised perfectly on the brink of everything and ready to take on any true danger that faced her.
Bored with the blue, the gray turned back to the candidates after a while, eying them with continued disdain. One of them would do, though, and she knew which one. KrysthanineMine, your Emith has found you; she declared, settling herself with the same poise she'd been using since her hatching. Beneath her cold exterior, she was utterly serene, exuding an undeniable calm to her rider. The world could not break her or change. Nothing was ever going to have much of a real effect on her. Perhaps there was something wrong with her, but wasn't there also something beautiful to her? How she stood there, the poise she had anything but false. She was the real deal, as much as she seemed like nothing in particular. Deep breath in, deep breath out, she could feel the rhythms of her own body; they matched those of her rider.
The blue knew who he wanted. He was smart like that. With his gray sister taken care of, he started to glide forward. However, he took his sweet time. He wasted little of his time with the candidates, none of them drawing his attention aside from his rider. Instead, he eyed the crowd with interest, more for the sake of whiling away the time than because he actually had some fascination with them. His mother and Callistath loomed behind him, but he kept his eyes forward, wandering over the crowd with amusement. Pretty girls, pretty dragons, so many little entertaining things! He didn't have much of an eye for detail, but he did have a sort of eye. He was one to notice things, coming up with things to say that he would never say. After all, he had to be charming and he put his being into that fact. He had been born to play as he did.
Then the blue pushed right through the candidates, picking his rider out of the shadows. My, my, Hat'terMine, late, are we; he drawled, staring up into the boy's eyes with amusement clear in his expression. He was exceptionally calm. Despite his lighthearted banter, he was unfazed by having to find his rider, who was dressed perfectly properly, outside of the other candidates. Your Chareth is pleased to make your acquaintance, but perhaps we can go assist some ladies now? He was joking slightly, but he did have a certain interest in females. The only reason it was so obvious at his age was that he meant it innocently. After all, he was a gentleman. He did not go accosting people. Even as he settled himself in front of his rider, he held himself like a perfectly distinguished lord. It was only the twinkle in his eye that failed him.
And there was one more egg. Just one, a little one, mottled, dark, and pretty but nothing special. Maybe it would have been, but not anymore. It did not move. It did not shift an inch. Any life that may have blossomed within it was long dead. Kalith stared fixedly at it for several passing moments. Then she let out a hiss of a pain and swept her wing over it, hiding it from sight. She buried her head under the shelter of the extended limb, sorrow making her body go limp. Fajra let out a sigh, chest giving a twinge. Duds happened, but it did not lessen the pain. While they were accepted amongst whers and flitters, she was left to wonder if there was more that they could have done. The answer was no, but it was a question that even she had trouble shaking. Kalith let out another low growl. The hatching was over! Go away! She wanted to be alone.
If I just breathe, Let it fill the space in between, I'll know everything is alright, Breathe, every little piece of me.
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Post by kia on Jul 16, 2010 21:42:14 GMT -5
Mine! You hear that! WeyrlingMaster!
I heard, I heard. Think we will be able to do it?
Yes! We will! Rhyolith moved off from her ledge and down to a closer ledge. Now with her new rank, she felt energized and ready to go already. Mesreath, Detritath, would you please guard the lake and make sure the Weyrlings do not get in trouble over something stupid. I will not have Weyrlings getting in trouble on their first day, she asked, looking at the Iron and the Brown. Then she turned her attention on the Weyrlings and the new Queen. They were going to be a handful, but she was prepared. Her Mine was prepared. Weyrlings, make sure you heed Valleth`s words. Do not let them gorge or else they will be sick. When they are done, you may go clean them off at the lake before getting them ready to go to sleep. My Mine will see you all at the Feast.
O`ris quickly moved from his place in the stands. He had to get to his weyr. He was no longer Wingsecond. He had never minded the position and he actually enjoyed it. It gave him reason to feel proud of himself, for Avalle. And now he was WeyrlingMaster! He was going to be teaching Callistath`s first Clutch! And Kalith`s third! He sighed deeply. He had his work cut out for him, that was for sure, but Rhyolith was not going to let him not do this! She had mentioned that she wanted to help. Well, they were going to help now. He would have to thank Fajra at the Feast for letting them have this chance to become a WeyrlingMaster. He looked around for Lira, wanting to use her to send a letter to O`sho and let him know that he would be returning his jacket soon. Where was that little Green?
Remember she Rose a few days ago.
Ah, yeah, another Flight. Well, he would find her later. The real work began now.
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Post by zeis on Jul 17, 2010 18:00:20 GMT -5
Rhea watched the dragonets carefully, her expression a guarded frown, and his fists clenched at her sides. She had not had much interaction with dragons, save for the lessons under the candidate-master, and her brief meeting with her brother's green. The girl knew the stories of course, knew that she owed the creatures her respect and gratitude. But she also knew they were predators. She had seen the adults now and then land at the feeding pens and take their fill. They were of course, still benevolent and intelligent creatures, but she couldn't help but be wary.
She grimaced slightly and took an instinctive step back as the young pink dragon rushed her, raising her hands uncertainly as if to fend the creature off. Whatever misgivings she had were abandoned utterly when a voice that was not her own spoke in her head. RheaMine, RheaMine! You worried Remeteth for a moment there! We have to stay together. Always together. Her face went curiously blank with shock, and for a good moment she simply stared dumb-founded at the infant dragon curled lovingly around her legs. She'd done it. She had actually impressed. It hadn't been just a pipe dream after all.
Of course you did it, RheaMine! The voice bubbled happily in her head, a sound like chimes in the wind. Did you think I wasn't here? Remeteth asked curiously, turning swirling multi-faceted eyes like strange whirling jewels up at the girl. Rhea dropped into a crouch beside her dragon, and unsure of what procedure to immediately take, she offered a hand for the dragon to smell. "I don't know what I thought..." She murmured with a shaky voice as Remeteth pushed her head eagerly against her palm like an over-affectionate feline. The girl blinked away the tears that threatened in her eyes, unwilling to be seen crying at the emotion that was swelling in her chest.
Remeteth hummed happily, and, still pressed like glue against the side of Her's, turned her eyes upon the hatching and impressing pairs around her. She was eager to say hello and play with her new siblings now that she found hers, but she felt distracted by gnawing hunger in her belly. Ooh! I'm so hungry, RheaMine! I could eat, um... I could eat- A runnerbeast? Rhea offered with a smirk, and laughed openly when Remeteth tossed her head in a agreement. I could eat one of those! Are they really big?
Compared to you, yes. She replied with amusement, not even realizing that in the intensity of the moment she had lapsed into mental speech. It was a bizarre feeling, but she felt so bizarre already that the added complication went unnoticed. The tall girl rose to a stand, and glanced around hawkishly, before locating the meat being passed around to those who had already impressed. Come eat, Remeteth. The pink needed little urging, and the pair retreated from the sands together. Always together.
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Post by arratra on Jul 17, 2010 19:36:53 GMT -5
"A dud egg," A'tra said regretfully, as Avartiath lidded his eyes for a moment before spreading his wings and jumping. He glided down so that he landed near Rhyolith, and he inclined his head respectfully. Congratulations, he said I only wish there could be one more in your class.
"A'tra!" M'tren burst out, coming up beside Avartiath with Esprith at his heels, "A'tra, I... I'm..." "You're a weyrling now, brother," A'tra said, dismounting Avartiath and landing cat-like on the ground. He grinned, and finished his statement, "Congratulations, Weyrling M'tren." M'trenMine, he is your clutchmate? Esprith asked, head tilted to one side. We humans to not produce clutches of offspring, Esprith, M'tren chided gently, At least, not often. A'tra is my elder brother, born before me, but to the same human parents. MineOwn, your Esprith does not understand, the hatchling Brown said, looking up at M'tren. Don't worry, Esprith, M'tren said, giving him a rub on the head ridge, You will understand some day. Just give it some time. Now, let's get you cleaned up! Esprith let out a happy bugle as he actually led the way towards the lake, forcing his young Weyrling to dash after him.
Margras chose now to appear on A'tra's head, covering his owner's eyes with his wings. "If you need to send a message," A'tra said, brushing the blue fire-lizard's wings out of his eyes absently, "Margras here can take it. Just... make sure that anything other than a reply message is taken back... Margras has an annoying habit of picking up glowing objects."
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Post by Kila on Jul 17, 2010 23:59:49 GMT -5
Rosasharn watched with wide eyes as the dragonets hatched and impressed. The scene before her on the Sands was one of rainbow colors and an array of different personalities. Somehow she escaped being mauled by the more volatile hatchlings, so she liked them all, though the self-proclaimed Viridians seemed a little tiring and rude. ”Ah just can’t buhlieve it!” she exclaimed several times to the girls around her, gasping and squealing and carrying on. She was completely caught up in the experience. The Hatching wore on and still no dragonet chose her, but she didn’t seem discouraged. So happy for all the new bonded pairs around her and absorbed by the dragonets still hatching, she didn’t think about the end of the hatching. She didn’t think about the end of the hatching and her not having a dragonet. At this point if she had, she probably would have wept.
The sight of the light little Pink being followed by the Black made her giggle. It was only the Pink that couldn’t tell why she was being followed. She seemed distraught by the eggshells stuck to her hide and even more by the unwanted attention from her bother. ”Poor lil’ thang,” Rosasharn drawled sympathetically, nonetheless still rather amused. She wished, like so many times before, that she could help.
And her wishes were granted in a way more real than she could have ever expected. Can your Sereinth be useful to you, RosasharnMine....? She just wants to help! Please let her do something for you.... a quiet voice said softly to her. The Pink who had had the glittery eggshells stuck to her bum had walked straight up to her and was now standing eagerly before her, looking up with pleading eyes. Rosasharn’s heart melted in an instant. Lowering herself to her knees she reached out and hugged Sereinth’s head close to her, cradling it in her arms and pressing her cheek atop her head. ”Oh ya darlin’ thang, you! You’re helpin’ me by just bein’ here, Sereinth!” The Pink’s feelings of worry and need melted away instantly and she crooned with desperate happiness. She was helping Hers after all! Thank you Mine! I will do all that I can; she said lovingly, relieved. ”Ov course ya will, Sereinth, but just lemme help you now, darlin’. Your Rosasharn will take care of ya!” Sereinth had no objections to this. Humming happily, she nuzzled her new bonded and followed her, completely enamored, off the Sands.
Rosasharn was so happy as she lead Sereinth towards the food that she did not even cringe when Felix and his new bonded popped into view. What’s the matter, Mine? Sereinth asked obliviously, pressing herself against Rosasharn’s leg and looking up at her anxiously when she felt her rider’s emotions flicker only in the slightest. Are you okay? Can I help? she asked, looking around to try to locate the problem. No, darlin’, it’s nothin’. Don’t ya worry your pretty lil’ face about it, Rosasharn reassured her. She looked straight ahead, hoping that by some miracle if she did not see Felix (F’lix now, she supposed) he would not see her. He had impressed a Viridian- fitting.
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Sol hurrumphed at T’el’s comment, clearly directed towards her. Her lips pursed grumpily and she stuck her tongue out at him from under B’rak’s arm. What a jerk. She couldn’t stay long on any terms, but her weyrmate pulling her closer banished away her little thunderclouds instantly. Everything was rainbows and sunshine when he kissed her on the forehead. She wasn’t nearly such a mess as when she had only been crushing on her BronzeRider, but he could still make her blush. ”It’s okay,” she said agreeably, leaning against him happily. Shoth’s snort outside at his Rider’s behavior was met by a snort of Eccolath’s as she landed and settled beside him. There was her man. She twined her tail with him playfully. The Hatching would soon be over and they would be on their way, but she and he could spend all the time together they wanted.
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As the Hatching ended, Daidoroth rose from his post. The silent, sturdy sentry took to the sky with a mighty cry and circled, seeing off the visiting dragons and keeping those of his own Weyr out of the way. It had been exciting, but it was time for them to go. The Hatching results were excellent, but inside he could feel his mate grieving. It was time for everyone to go.
Later, once all the people had cleared out, Daidoroth entered the Hatching Cavern that he had so carefully guarded. Kalith was still there as the last people trickled out. Her body was limp, a strange picture of defeat that he was not accustomed to seeing. Crooning softly to her he crept to her side, wrapping himself around her. Her body was curled and her wing hid something from view. The last egg was a dud, O’sho informed him from far away, sensing his lifemate’s confusion. Oh. It would have been a blow to the Queen’s pride.He rested his face next to hers so that their jawbones touched, humming comfortingly. He did not try to comfort her with words- only his presence. He was positive, and with him she could not focus on the bad for long. He was a proud father today, and soon she would realize that she was a proud mother. The dud was sad, Daidoroth was glad he did not see it, but it happened. Everything would be alright.
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Post by lesa on Jul 20, 2010 1:26:57 GMT -5
To live When you think you're dying
Ow. Ow-de-ow-ow-ow. Well. This certainly ranked high on her list of stupidly-done things. Right up there with pranking Dixie. Though this was higher than pranking Dixie. At least she'd gotten out of that physically unharmed. But this? Sharding ow. Shard-shard-shard-shells (ha!) and shards ow. There was a faint ringing in her ears, a tinny noise, likely due to her landing. Shells were harder than sand, after all. Even for just a five-foot throw, that hurt. The tinny ringing faded. Screams. Lovely. Ow.
Who was screaming? Why were they screaming? Not her parents - at least not now. No, the cries were more feminine than her father, but a bit higher than her mother - younger, at least. Hmm. Who could. Oh. Right. Tieler. A gasp in of air, a wheezing cough. Ow. Lesa's back wasn't pleased. Ugh. Still, the sound came out as she wanted. Perhaps not as loud as she wished, but still. "Tieler! Shut up!" Goodness, the carrying on and everything. She wasn't dead. She wasn't anywhere near dead. Wouldn't hurt so much if she was near dead.
To laugh When you feel like crying
Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, running to turn the sand damp (in addition to the damp she was already making it with her blood). The webbed right lens of her spectacles caused her to groan. Great. Did her parents have her spare pair? Or had they not had enough Marks to get the lenses up to her current needs? Well, even if she couldn't see well out of them, would be better than trying to see out of the cracked thing on her face right now. Still, she didn't try to move, beyond the vague wiggling of her fingers and toes. Didn't hurt to move them, no numbness - no broken bones for sure. Good. At least her extremities were sound.
A rush of cold against her stomach and then the burrowing, chirruping bundle on it signaled Eclipse, as did the rush of mind-images. Ow. Black was liable to make her headache worse, at this rate. If not for the speed of images, for just what his images were showing. Idiots, the pair of them. A sigh from the downed blond - wasn't going to get a break, keeping those two from doing something stupid. Hurrah.
To stand When you think you're gonna fall
Slowly Lesa began the task of levering herself onto her elbows - sure, might make the bleeding worse in spots. But might help in others. And she was getting tired of sitting there listening to Tieler scream, the redhead having ignored her words. Gah. Elbows, then up to one hand, left scooping Eclipse off her rapidly-vertical stomach, right scorching against the sand. She flopped down against her legs, swearing again as the movement jarred her back. Ow.
"Tie, again. Shut up. I'm alive." The words may have been slightly muffled by her knees and the distance, but the action was louder than the words. She had moved. She was alive. Tieler could knock off the screaming now. And that other person could knock off the whining 'Lesamine'. Wait. Wait a minute. Lesamine?!
Her head turned to the side and she peered blearily through her good spectacle lens. The cyan standing next to her, tail lashing like Halbert at his most agitated peered back. Maieouth will save you! She will! We will get you help, okay?! Then we can go join Frasketh and have lots of mischievous fun, okay?! We'll make this Weyr turn upside down, okay?! Okay okay okay okay?! Hunh? The one clear-seeing eye ran over the hide presented to her.
Too green to be a blue, too blue to be a green. Had to be a cyan. But why would she be hallucinating about Halbert being a cyan dragonet, of all things? The cyan had markings sort of like his, and copied his tail-movements and even his frantic caring about her, and his want for mischief. But Halbert as a cyan? No. Couldn't be.
Lesamine?[/color] This time she looked harder at the cyan and blinked at the rush of frantically worried affection that filled her mind, pushing away even her fair considerable pain. Maieouth is going to make you better, okay?![/color] "Okay, Mai," Lesa laughed, realization blossoming like a flower under Rukbat. She had Impressed. She had Impressed to this darling, caring, curious-as-a-feline-and-marked-as-such cyan. Wow. "Okay, Mai, you'll help make me better. I promise, I'm already better now that I have you." A trembling bloodstained hand reached out, smearing sand and blood across a spotted cyan cheek. But Maieouth didn't mind, leaning into the caress with a croon. It's just fear after all The only fear is fear itself -- Medusapost here.[/font][/size]
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