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Post by Zane on Jan 17, 2011 17:02:15 GMT -5
Tristen didn’t feel at all lonely on these sands, what with being surrounded by so many. She could practically feel the happiness spread around her like a veil. Even those in the stands she could tell were happy, and encouraging those down below. She wondered if Alden was up there, he had said he would be. She knew that the Healer wouldn’t miss it for the world. She smiled to herself at that notion, and focused more keenly on the dragonets. Then an egg began to rock rather violently, there was no telling what would come out of it, but whatever dragonet was inside was most assuredly strong! Then it hatched a large black. Straight from its egg it seemed to be born with a sense of pride and an air of royalty. The dragonet was indeed a black, tainted by no other color, and yet it acted like a bronze, while perfectly intent on being a black! It wasn’t something, she was sure, that wasn’t seen often. It made her curious as to what lucky fellow would impress him. She assumed a boy, what with the dragonet clearly being a male. She watched as he held himself proudly, practically making a performance out of his walk. She didn’t want to too deeply focus on him, although, especially when the pink was coming nearer. She observed it with an intense curiosity, for she’d never seen a pink dragonet before. She had never really seen a pink about the Weyr. She had really better pay more attention at Dalibor, for it was unlike any other Weyr she’d ever known.
And then the tan drew even nearer then its pink clutchsister, and Tristen’s eyes shone just a bit brighter, as if there was a possibility that something may happen. Soon enough it was before a girl she hadn’t met, Pananarie. It was clear an impression had been made, and therefore Tristen was clapping politely once again. The second female impression to be made this hatching; if the black were to impress anytime soon the boys’ impressions would be equalled out with the girls. Tristen became aware of the black once again, and just at the right time, for it was approaching someone that she knew. The only person she knew really, that was a Candidtate like herself. This did not happen, however, before a pair of greens hatched from the confines of their eggs and began to quarrel! One was smaller and the other larger, but they seemed to have a bone to pick with each other. Were they trying to discover which the better of the two of them was? She certainly hoped not, for it was a pointless affair. They were soon weaving in and out of the Candidate’s, and she made sure to steer clear. It would not be uncommon for someone to get hurt during their antics. She smirked at the fact that the black was watching, and yet not interfering. Perhaps he thought it a pointless affair too. The silliness of greens never ceased to amaze her, for she had heard how flighty they could be. The black, after this had taken place, was indeed in front of the person whom she knew-not well-but knew.
She felt like screaming out to him, but did not, for she knew it would upset many and disturb the vibe of the hatching. Instead she clapped more loudly than she had yet while resisting the urge to reach an arm up over her head and wave. What a great impression, the black was perfect for Tival, now T’val. They would be a great pair, maybe even a pair of legend, who knew. Everyone that impressed today had a chance to make a difference, to change history even. Not just for Dalibor Weyr, but for all of Pern. Look at you getting all philosophical, she thought to herself, swaying from side to side casually. It was her excitement that caused her to continue to act out in such a bubbly fashion.
She watched the pair go off until she could see them no more, and her focus returned to her own future, and the hatching eggs still present before her. A smaller egg began to rock, and she regarded it as if it could very well be her own. When a blue hatched her heart sank, but not much, for it meant that another boy would be made happy today. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, studying the pink. Then another small egg was rocking, and again she watched it with the same feel of hope and wonder. When it hatched, revealing another black-a most certainly large black-she again felt happy that the boys would be impressing. She didn’t know that blacks could impress to girls, for it hadn’t happened yet. She wondered who would get him, for he was quite pretty, more than just quite. He was sort-of sparkly. Oh, but a temper he had! Her admiration faltered, and turned to regret, regret that someone would be stuck dealing with him.
The blue that had been content enough to watch now decided it was his time to shine. He made his way over to the boys, and impressed off to one of them. She clapped, again finding her gaze dragged back to the pink. The greens did not appease her, for they were acting in such a ridiculous-manner. She really hoped they’d decide that their venture was pointless. A third green had hatched even while the blue was deciding on His. She frowned; wondering if that’d be the color that impressed to the majority of the standing girls. She mentally shrugged at herself, deciding that each one of them could be entirely different. The other two greens had simply left a bad impression on her. What a hatching this was turning out to be!
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Post by lesa on Jan 17, 2011 17:36:15 GMT -5
It was like watching if one of his new hybrids would turn out how he expected. All the anticipation, all the waiting, until the one moment of the bloom opening; there was no promise he would get the color he expected or wanted, none at all. No promise on what the eggs would deliver out either, as Djordji was coming to discover. Blue, blue, pink, green, black... he was near lost in the swirl of colors, so many of which had variations he had created in some form through his flowers, like the purple-pink Amisi from the pink Sima, and the blue-white Snowfall out of white Cloud-bloom and purple-blue Sunset. The farmer just stood and took it all in, clapping when those around him did.
It was loud, it was rambunctious, like the men were during planting, but never during threshing (too much of a chance of slicing someone with a scythe). It was bloody, like a threshing, he noted with a wince as green attacked green, reminding him of ivy twining around a sticklerbush. Even though Amisi shouldn't be seeing the attacking... no human had been hurt, yet. And she was far enough away to not really be able to tell, he hoped. And Pratyba would keep her entertained and unaware of the bloodletting, he hoped. A lot for him to hope for, certainly. Not, he hoped (ha!) too much to hope for.
His curly head shook as he banished the line-of-thought, dark curls bouncing into his face and out again. It wasn't for him to worry about now, it was out of his hands, like how a hybrid was once he had cross-pollinated. He wouldn't know the results until the blooming; he wouldn't know the results until later, until the Hatching was over. Only then would he know how it had affected his daughter. He had to think on here-and-now, the Hatching, not his daughter safe in the stands, or what would happen to her should he get mauled. Getting mauled would be bad; but so long as he didn't die, he would just have a clingy Amisi for however long it took him to heal - she'd done the same to him last fall, when he'd gotten sliced by one of the younger boys' scythes. Hadn't been a deep wound, or life threatening. Just cumbersome and keeping him from going out and continuing the threshing. Amisi had refused to leave his side, sure in her three-Turn old wisdom that he had nearly died, no matter what he or his parents said otherwise.
He wasn't about to complain; once she had stopped crying, he had found it the easiest ever dealing with her, aside from when she was an infant. She'd done immediately what he asked, and said please and thank you automatically and had been perfectly content to play little simple games with him, rather than 'dragon and rider' as she preferred. He rubbed a hand quickly across his face, brushing the last of sleep-grit out of the corners of his eyes, hand smoothing over his (Sima-thought-adorable) large nose. Djordji back out at the hatching dragonets, entranced as he knew his little Amisi was, away in the stands.
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C'fael mentally sighed as he finished bandaging up the Candidate's arm - fool boy had gone and fallen off the top bunk, he'd been moving so fast to get to the Hatching. Only required a splint and a placebo ("fellis" water: no actual fellis, because of Impression potential) to hold the boy over for now, pain-wise. And now he hustled the dark-haired youth out onto the Sands, nodding to S'rial as he hustled up to where B'nyur was up with Oveth, Ansyth backwinging down to join the blue and... green? The blond wracked his mind to come up with the name. Akira; Akira and Coreth.
"Sorry about that," he breathed, "Fool sprained his arm falling out of bed," rolled gray eyes expressed his annoyance, "We always tell them to get out of bed carefully but quickly, not so fast you fall off the top bunk; do they ever listen? No," he groused, leaning against the rail beside the bluerider-Healer.
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Lesa had finally decided to just leave Halbert and Segenam where they were curled in their respective spots on her bed. Her old Harper-tunic (her only good one, still) was thrown on over her white nightshirt, skirt yanked up as her bare feet were stuffed into boots. Her hair was an absolute mess, falling out of her twin braids right and left, but she only twisted the two together and stuck a long pin through them to hold at the nape of her neck, a bun of sorts. Her spectacles had long been shoved on her face long ago, as she grabbed Maeiouth's neck, the cyan diving down fast enough to have her sucking in a breath and wishing for her riding straps. She didn't even hear the pin she'd just thrown in her hair fly out, braids trailing behind her like streamers, the cyan finishing the dive to sedately wing her way into the Hatching Sands, settling contentedly next to Klaisath.
Hi, Klai! Maieouth chirruped, I can't wait to see the babies, our little aunts and uncles! Or would they be cousins? the cyan mused, ignoring her rider as the blonde crawled off her neck, looking a near mess. Still Lesa blushed to see Tieler, giving a shy grin. "Well, hi, hun."[/size]
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Post by Admin on Jan 17, 2011 17:39:27 GMT -5
God, sometimes you just don't come through, God, sometimes you just don't come through, Do you need a woman to look after you? God, sometimes you just don't come through.
A medium egg was beginning to crack. Slowly, a line formed on one side, then another begin on the other side. With a crick and a crack, it split open. Out wiggled a brown. He rather looked like his tan sister, having a hide that was a cloudy, pale brown. However, he would be much smaller than his sister when he was grown, small for his color and lankier than most. His eyes scanned the world, and though he strode forward immediately unlike many of his siblings, he looked distant and detached from what was around him. He saw his siblings squabbling, but his only response? To let out a soft, trilling call, singing a ringing song. He kept it going, even as he got slowly closer and closer to the candidates, his eyes scanning what was around him without any obvious interest. Though he only sang in a quiet way, he never stopped and it joined the low hum of his elders.
The little pink had reached the candidates, but she kept having to shuffle back. She did not approve of the violence of her peers, though she would not interfere with it. The angry black and the two greens were creatures she could not understand. She had every intention of choosing her rider as soon as possible. That was her duty and her desire, so it would be done, but she simply knew she needed to be careful. In the end, her rider would wait, same as she could wait for morning to come. She would do anything to avoid picking a fight with the black or others, though she would not be afraid to strike back at them if it was necessary. She simply wished to avoid being called to such violence. In fact, the very thought it sent a shiver down her spine. No, that was definitely not the life for her. She glanced between the candidates and the other dragonets.
With a popping sound, another egg broke, letting the first cyan of the clutch emerge. She was a spry, lithe creature with a hide of bright sea green. A strong, bluer shade ran down her spine and touched at her feet, though its influence was subtle. She pranced forward, her limbs awkward when they were on the ground but free when they were in the air. With her wings partially extended from her back, she frolicked out onto the sands. Her attention was complete. Her head moved, darting from person to person, her eyes as focused as they could be. The skip to her steps simply betrayed a serene energy to her. She loved the color of her hide. It reminded her of the play of the ocean. Joy? That was what filled her heart. She was free of her egg! Free to play! There was so much before her! So much to do! She knew there was much that life had to offer.
Avoiding her other siblings, the cyan came to play with the candidates, thinking them more as toys or friends than as people who might be her rider. She found Lorryn getting to his feet. She licked at his fingers and nudged him in the stomach, eyes swirling a bright green. Then she darted away. She went to play with Abalan, running a circle around him, mocking him for how much bigger and paler than her he was. Then she went on to play with Taylire, nosing at the girl without a care. She was very physical beast, but she never stayed still enough or got close enough so that they could touch her of their own volition. Darting amongst the candidates, avoiding the other dragonets, she continued with her playing, teasing and dancing. She was having fun, her life spread out in front of her. With her hide glossy with healthy, her eyes shone.
Then the cyan pushed passed Siegfried and came frolicking up to Follansbee. She flopped down at his feet, legs spread out from her body. Yo, F'bee! Your Dorith is here! Let's go for a swim and play with the others! And eat. But we can eat while we swim. She flopped her tail from side to side in a happy manner. She stared up at her new rider, eyes glowing a mix of blue and green. When he did not immediately respond to her adoration and playful interest, she continued with her chatter. Really. We can. If anyone says we can't, I will push them into the lake. Or ocean. Or wherever we go swimming. Because we're going swimming. A curious, confident, mischievous creature, she happily sat upon F'bee's feet and wiggled her tail. She was more like a cat than a dog, but tail wiggling was such a fun activity, though the sands were hot. She hoped to move soon.
Flakes of shell came off another egg. The pale, mottled bundle then broke in two. Pushing off the top portion, a new pink emerged. She was not as pale as her sister, but she was still a light shade. She was also tiny. However, her entrance was more striking than that of her twin sister. She was not loud. Her eyes were partially closed with the outer lids, looking demure and soft. However, her manner oozed confidence, much like that of Erosepoth. She knew she was pretty. She knew she was fine. The actions of all the others would not effect her. Striding forward, she sashayed towards the candidates, taking her sweet time. The only male presently available for her to flirt with was the black, so she shot him a few glances, but he was a touch angry for her. The confidence that she had meant that she managed to maintain some standards, especially at that young age.
The greens continued their squabbling. The smaller one was happy to lead the chase and the other was determined to get her revenge on her sister for her teasing. In and out of the candidates, they moved, paying not a single mind to the petty human beings that surrounded them. Oh, it could be argued that they were worse than all of the people that surrounded them, but the two of them knew better than that. Both could feel that while some of the candidates rang true, others were nothing but evil little goblins. So, understanding that, the two of them continued with their fighting. The larger wanted her revenge! She wanted her justice! The smaller was ignorant to the tiny wounds on her hide, not feeling the bits of pain they caused her. It felt good to run and know that her sister had not yet won. To her, winning and being the victor was important to life.
The brown continued with his trilling and made his way at a slow, easy pace towards the candidates. His eyes went from girl to girl and from boy to boy, impartial and unfazed. In the end, it was the boys that he approached. He knew he was fated for one of them, not any of the girls. He stopped in front of them, and then looked back. His eyes found the largest of his green sisters, the strong green who had defied his black, and he watched her for a few moments, worry lining his expression and turning his eyes a bright, greenish yellow. However, he could not be brought to go to her and protect her, despite the fact that yes, truly, he did wish for her to be safe. He knew that such a gesture would not be appreciated by her and he was the sort to keep his distance. With that, he turned back to the candidates. His song had stopped. For the time being, he was silent.
With two more steps, careful and light, the brown came to the boy he wanted. He knew who he needed. He knew who destiny had placed on the sands for him. S'idMine. Your Apoth is here, though that is not important. The brown craned his neck, looking back at the other eggs and dragonets. His mind and expression were distant. Without focusing back on his rider, he turned his head forward once again. There will be blood tonight and ichor will stain the sands. It is not a good night. We must be wary of those we watch. His voice was fluid, musical, and soft, full of meanings that even he did not understand. With that, Apoth blinked his outer lids and gazed upon his rider. Now come along, S'id. Behave. I need to be fed. Back to a more normal set of behavior, he showed he was not above exerting a calm, stern control over himself and his rider.
You make pretty daisies, pretty daisies, Love I gotta find what you're doing about things, Here a few witches burning, Gets a little toasty here.
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Post by matsi on Jan 17, 2011 18:26:58 GMT -5
cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do nothing to lose and it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you
all of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right I'm tripping inwards you got my head spinning I don't know where to go from here
[/center] Sig watched with bright eyes as they hatched. Another Pink, then the Cyan. The cyan, which, admittingly, he thought was a green at first, was eye catching. So eye catching, that he had missed the hatching of the brown. He was watching her as if in a trance. He had never seen one of her color before. Then the song started. The trilling song drew his eyes away from the cyan that was now sitting infront of his companion and to the brown that was walking through the sands, with eyes looking from person to person. He blinked with hopefullness as he watched the princely beast. He watched as it approched him. He was small, but regal looking. He looked perfect in his eyes. Thats when he heard it. S'idMine. Your Apoth is here, though that is not important. Sig...well, now S'id, felt his eyes widen and a sneer form on his face as he looked down at the creamy brown. At first, he thought he just imagined the voice, as he watched the brown crane his neck to look at the others. There will be blood tonight and ichor will stain the sands. It is not a good night. We must be wary of those we watch.Now S'id was sure the creature had spoken to him. Now he looked up with his own emerald eyes to look at the events taking place. Slowly he nodded. You never know when the tables will turn, I guess, Apoth, He thought softly. He was slightly startled to feel the agreeing hum from the brown in the back of his mind, but he brushed it away. It wasn't long before S'id's eyes were back on the creamy brown that now looked up at him. He felt as if he was looking into the wisest eyes on Pern. His new partner was a king. Maybe not a king in color, but in heart, just like himself. Now come along, S'id. Behave. I need to be fed.S'id listened to Apoth, but didn't move as he watched the brown start off towards the food. S'idMine, come now, before blood and ichor stains the sands, Apoth crooned in a strong but respectful tone as he craned his neck to look back at His. S'id blinked a few times then nodded as his normal stern look took its place on his face. He followed the creamy brown with steady strides. Apoth looked at the food, trying to decide where to start. The redder stuff will be better, I think. It is fresher, Apoth, S'id interjected into the dragon's thoughts. Apoth looked at His for a moment. It does smell better. I will eat a little of both, and leave some for sister that chose your friend, no?The brown was already eating before S'id could respond. S'id figured it was a question that did not need answered. He stood there, silent, with a proud glitter in his vibrant green eyes as he watched his Brown eat, his Apoth, His king. you and me and all of the people with nothing to do nothing to prove and it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you
what day is it and in what month this clock never seemed so alive
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Post by mangonumnum on Jan 17, 2011 18:32:28 GMT -5
These things came at the most inconvenient times. Zara didn’t even know it at first. The gentle hum. She was humming herself, dreaming of all the pretty girls she had seen so far. Oh, dragonwomen had a certain wonder about them. They were usually more independent. That often made them harder to win, but who didn’t like a challenge. Her daydreaming in the bath led to a pleasant hum going through her from her own mouth. Yes, her head was just humming along. It took her a moment to notice the humming had intensified. It wasn’t until she reach out of the water, grabbed a handful of sand and started scrubbing her head with it that she felt the humming. SHARDS
She quickly dunked her head under the warm water, shaking the loose curls and rubbing vigorously to get the sand out. She was gonna be laaate. Well….fashionably late, right? Yeah right, was more the correct answer. The girl barely even grabbed her towel as she ran out of the bath. She slipped and fell, earning her a nice scrape along her knee. She cursed again. Her legs weren’t one of her best features, but she never wanted to be left with ugly scars. But, it couldn’t be helped. She was late.
Just holding her breasts as she ran, she hurried, pretty much naked, down the hall to her room, her knee bleeding, but not seriously. It would stop soon she reckoned. In her room, she ran a comb through her hair, trying to discourage the tight curls her hair naturally went to from forming as she gathered her Candidate’s robes. Getting them on was a bit of a messy affair as well. She managed to smear the hem with blood in her hurry. Again, wonderful. But it was something that had to be dealt with later.
She took off running, glad she had secretly snuck in physical training while at home in Nerat. She knew her mother and father wouldn’t approve of her right now, but she really didn’t care. She arrived at the Sands without anymore major mishap, but stopped right before she entered. Good,nothing ha happened yet. There were others just arriving too. Now, she needed to preserve her image. She walked onto the Sands, a dainty shuffle and hip wiggle to her step and a calm look on her face. She knew from her Lady training how to keep a calm demeanor, despite the blood trickling down her leg. She gave a low, respectful curtsy to the two dragonesses, giving them a confident smile as she rose. She was gonna get one of their babies. A lovely bronze, perhaps? She ran a hand through her hair, frowning for a moment as she felt the tightness of one of the curls. No, she needed to look her best. Tight ringlets suited babes, not her. Oh well.
She slowly sauntered towards the girls. She gave a playful wink to the girl she stood next to, leaning close and whispering, "Good luck. Bet you'll get something as cute as you." It was shameless flirting, but oh well. She was feeling bold, despite the blood now crusted on her leg. It had stopped bleeding now that she had stopped running. She watched the Hatching with some interest. Many hatched, but none kept her interest for long.
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Post by shimmer on Jan 17, 2011 19:03:18 GMT -5
Her attention was drawn away from the pink as another egg cracked to reveal another pale dragon. For a moment, she thought it was another of those strange female mutations, but as she observed it more closely, she realized it was far too small to be anything but a brown. A rather vocal one apparently, though instead of loud and obnoxious, this one was soft and pleasant. Even so, Mayalene doubted she could tolerate hearing such a sound every day, and browns only impressed females rarely. It was relatively easy for her to turn her attention to the next egg that hatched.
The dragon within made her visibly recoil.
A bright little cyan frolicked around the sands, gazing at and touching everyone as it searched for its rider. It was a pretty little creature, and perhaps many would find it cute, but all Mayalene wanted was for it to stay away. Nasty, touchy little thing. Go pick another candidate, one that would be happy to have you. For someone like Mayalene to impress such a creature would only lead to awkwardness and misery for both.
Thankfully, it seemed to have decided on one of the boys and another egg hatched, diverting her attention yet again.
Another pink, confident and quiet and lovely. Not as pale as the other, but still beautiful in its own right. It seemed to know this too, which Mayalene didn't entirely like, but compared to some of the other dragons that had hatched, still quite wonderful and desirable. Transfixed on it and it's paler sister, she didn't even bother to look up at the sound of the applause for the little brown's impression.
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Post by kitsufox on Jan 17, 2011 20:05:53 GMT -5
Lorryn was still worried about the pair of fighting greens, missing additional hatchings due to his distraction. Until the cyan pranced over to lick his hand and shove at his belly with its nose. Almost before he had a chance to register what was happening the flashy little cyan danced away and impressed to a girl he had seen at a distance before but had never met. It seemed like dragons ''liked'' him just fine, but none seemed to ''want'' him. He never had a chance to dwell on the near miss with the Cyan. Instead he was distracted as the pastel brown sang its way across the sands.
Maybe it was how short his time at the weyr was the problem. Maybe they all thought he didn't know enough about dragons yet. He still had hope, though. And hope was more than he'd had as an apprentice herder or in his father's house. Dragons came first here, not runners.For the first time, he remembered to join in the clapping, while subconsciously trying to track the fighting greens. He didn't want them to hurt each other, why didn't their mothers make them stop? He cast his eyes off towards the gray and then the copper, trying to appeal to them with his mind, so that they might stop them like his mother had always done when he and Kinnys has fought.
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Post by Gray on Jan 17, 2011 20:22:30 GMT -5
The dragons still gamboled underfoot, making the girl wrinkle her nose in distaste. This was uncalled for. There was no reason for these shenanigans. Why couldn't they just impress? They could fight later in a more secluded spot. With a sigh, her attention shifted again to her fellow candidates. They all looked like fairly decent people, and there wasn't much she could tell from appearance. Well, the dragons would know who was deserving of them, and who was right.
Leaning to one side, she turned in time to watch the Brown hatch. Browns were always one of her favorites. The color was just lovely. Well, all colors were lovely, but she liked softer tones. This clutch had been very pleasing on her eyes with all the pastels. She partially hoped that what ever dragon she got was easy on the eyes. Of course, she was sure she would love them even if they were some weird mutant purple-green-orange beasty.
The brown didn't impress first though. It was his sister who did, a small Cyan who hatched after him. She was a playful thing, and cause Tasia to giggle softly. Follansbee, now F'bee, would have his hands full with her. Even as she watched the Cyan, yet another dragon hatched! This one another pink. There were so many dragonets on the sands now, it was becoming a rainbow of colors. She clapped her hands for the hatching, and watched her prance around for a few before turning her eyes to the brown again.
It looks like he had made his choice. She watched as he went to the boys, she didn't expect him to impress a girl , that seemed like a rarity. He looked around for a bit before settling on one. Looking the boy over, she grinned a bit. She might have to congratulate him first hand, he looked interesting. And perhaps cute. Thought he was a tad bit short for her tastes...
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Jan 17, 2011 21:00:47 GMT -5
Follansbee watched with a grin as things kept moving. Everything was interesting! There was a new . . . singing brown? Unlike the majority of his siblings, the cloudy, singing brown moved right for the Candidates, keeping up a quiet call the whole while. As the brown walked, singing the whole while, the pink had reached the Candidates, though she kept shuffling back from them, as if shying away from the Candidates. Were they too crass for her tastes or something? Follansbee wondered over that for a moment or two, but there wasn't time to watch the pink shy away from the Candidates that hoped to Impress her.
Another egg was Hatching, however, and Follansbee glanced away from the pink and the brown to watch the Cyan enter the world. The first cyan thus far, and a pretty one at that! She was a bit awkward on the ground, it seemed, but the cyan was frolicking about. Since the other dragonets weren't doing anything interesting, Follansbee watched the blue-green dragonet. She was playing with the Candidates, it seemed, nudging one in the stomach and running circles around the other. She nosed at one and darted throughout the Candidates, seeming to be avoiding the other dragonets.
The cyan was coming towards him! Follansbee's eyes widened as she pushed past Sig and came up to . . . him? She flopped down right in front of Follansbee, legs splayed out around her. Follansbee watched the cyan carefully, torn between being excited that she'd come so close to him and being wary. He shouldn't get too excited yet.
Yo, F'bee! Your Dorith is here! Let's go for a swim and play with the others! And eat. But we can eat while we swim. Her tail was twitching back and forth in an almost hypnotizing manner, and it took Follansbee a moment that she was talking to him, and before he could respond, she was chattering away. Really. We can. If anyone says we can't, I will push them into the lake. Or ocean. Or wherever we go swimming. Because we're going swimming. She was sitting on his feet, now, tail still twitching.
"...Yo?" It was the first thing that F'bee could really think of to say as he stared down at Dorith. "And as for eating while we swim.... Doesn't that give you a stomach ache?" Not that that didn't sound like fun, but pretty much everything sounded fun right then with that new voice echoing in his mind.
Does it? Well, swimming is still fun! And so is eating! Because I'm kinda hungry. I think you should feed me. And then we should go swimming! [/i] Dorith waged her tail absently, eyes whirling happy shades of green and blue. F'bee grinned down at Dorith, everyone else sort of fading from his thoughts. "Alright, Dorith! Let's go get some food and then we can go swimming!" He wasn't sure how well that would work, but... Awesome! Can we eat while we swim? Or do I have to push someone into the ocean or the lake or wherever we end up swimming?[/i] Dorith kept on wagging her tail as she got to her feet, allowing blood to return to F'bee's feet. "I really don't think that that's a good idea... But if you want to!" F'bee didn't care! He was kind of just happy to have Impressed to a dragonet as amazing as Dorith. Dorith darted in circles around F'bee as they made their way up to the food for the Hatchlings. "Dorith, I'm going to get you the best food ever, okay?" He grinned happily as he offered her some meat. For once, pranks were the farthest thing from his mind. Alright! And then I want to go swimming![/i][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Reky on Jan 17, 2011 21:08:00 GMT -5
Emrin's eyes wandered around the sands. Way up on the ledges where the dragons were hanging out, he finally spotted X'ni and Enlith who, predictably, looked really unhappy with the whole event. Emrin hoped they weren't unhappy just because of him. Even if X'ni and Enlith were mean, he wanted them to be proud of him. Maybe they'd be less mean, then. He couldn't see F'lan and Seceth up there, but they were probably around somewhere. He didn't have much time to be staring up at the ceiling and stuff, though. There were more important things going on.
More dragons were hatching, and more were Impressing. He clapped for the tan one, who Impressed to one of the girls, and for the black one who Impressed to a boy. The white-pink was still around, and there was also another black that hatched, too. He looked really angry. Two greens were fighting, and they didn't look very happy, either. He couldn't tell if they actually were angry, though, or if they were just play-fighting. He used to play-fight lots with the other orphans back at Crescent Hold, but they always managed to beat him up even if they were just playing. He was really easy to beat up. He tried not to think too much about that, because it kind of hurt, and clapped for the blue that Impressed instead. He wondered what all of their names were, and who all the candidates were. He couldn't remember names very well.
He couldn't tell if the next dragon to hatch was a tan or a brown. The next one was confusing, too. Was she a cyan or a weird green? It was hard to tell. He was sure, though, that their riders knew really well. He just couldn't tell from just looking at them. He figured, though, that the tan-brown looked kind of manly, and he went and Impressed to a boy, so he had to be a brown. The green-cyan left him completely clueless, but they were both girl colours so it really didn't matter. He could just refer to them as 'she' and still be safe.
There was another pink, too. He looked around the sands. There was the angry black, the two greens, and two pinks. (He'd settled that the whitish one really was a pink, and not a huge white.) He wondered if any of them would be his dragon. He wouldn't mind any of them, really, except for maybe the black, but that was just because he was angry right now. Emrin was sure he was actually a nice dragon, he was just upset and needed to calm down. Or maybe none of them were his dragons, and his was still in an egg. Or maybe his wasn't even in an egg yet, because it didn't exist yet. That would be okay, too, even though X'ni and F'lan might be unhappy with him. He'd wait for his dragon, and they'd come when they wanted to, and it would all be good.
At this, Emrin smiled, and watched the hatching happily. [/blockquote]
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Post by milunesta on Jan 18, 2011 0:21:06 GMT -5
Of all the things for a candidate to be late to, a hatching was not one of them. Unfortunately one girl didn't have a choice. Before she was a candidate, she had been a healer. As a healer it was her duty to see to those who ailed and those who needed her. So when the call for them to go the hatching grounds had gone out, Milune was not there. No, something pressing had snagged her away from anything else. The eggs, as much as they called to her, could wait for now.
Instead the woman focused on her task at hand. She was elbows deep in the middle of a birth. One of the cooks had gone into labor hours previously and she was coaxing the woman to deliver her second child. The babe was crowning and it was only a matter of a few more pushes until it came into the world. "Relax. On the count of three I want you to push one more time." Doe brown eyes locked on the gray of the mothers, both women nodding as the lass took a breath. "One...", her hands got into position. "Two," she could feel the mother bracing herself. "Three!" A strained cry and a mighty heave later, coupled with the force of a contraction, had thee little one straining into the world. Milune immediately cleaned the childs face and sucked the mucous plugs out of its nose, assuring the mother that the cord was not wrapped around the neck.
Fast forward twenty minutes later and the Weyr had a new brat. It was a healthy baby boy with strong lungs, which he immediately put into good use. After giving her congratulatory remarks to the woman Milune set about cleaning herself up. One of the senior apprentices was now tending both mother and babe. The lad knew that she was needed elsewhere. Time was of the essence and she had already lost so much of it. Who even knew if there were any eggs left at this point? It was a depressing thought.
But she would not let it get to her. Instead she checked the due one last time then darted out the door quick as a flash. Her destination was the bathing pools. She even started to strip once inside the hall leading to them. So by the time she was fully in the room she had a neat bundle of clothing under one arm. Her bath, if it could even be called that, was quick. Soap sand was scrubbed hastily on the parts that mattered and she dunked her head under water for a quick rinse. Knowing that every second counted the woman then hopped out of the pool and grabbed a towel.
Racing down the halls in the buff she nearly slipped a few times. Managing not to crush her face against cold stone floor, Milune made it to her room mostly unscathed. The towel was left forgotten on the floor as she grabbed a comb. It was ripped harshly through her hair as her other hand reached for her robe. Having known that the eggs would be ready any day the healer had taken to leaving it out on her bed. Shrugging it on she belted it, rushing her hair into a messy tail at the base of her skull. As an after thought she slipped bare feet into thin soled sandals then was out the door again.
A handful of minutes later and she was at the grounds. But she refused to look meek or sheepish for her late entrance. Tilting her chin up proudly, the woman strutted onto the sands. However she was mindful of the Copper Mother. Properly, she bowed to both her and the Weyrwoman. "I apologize my Queen. A baby was being born when your precious eggs chose to hatch. I was helping bring new life into the Weyr. Humans need help. We aren't as strong or as capable as a dragon. I would not have been late for anything less. Please forgive me." the girl elaborated, trying to placate the mother. She remained bowed low for at least a full two minutes before rising, slowly. Aggravating Kalith wasn't something she desired to do.
Steadily, she backed up a few paces while keeping her head bowed in humble submission. The other mother she attempted to placate again. Her bow was not nearly as steep as it had been to the copper, but it was deep enough that she hoped it appeased Noyth. "I ask your forgiveness for being late as well. I recognize the honor it is to stand for a hatching. I meant no disrespect to you as I meant no disrespect to Copper Kalith. Your eggs are beautiful, and it's a privilege to stand for them." Laying it on thick now, the candidate tried her best to make the Gray happy with her explanation. In any case she remained bowed for a good amount of time before backing off from that particular mother too.
Not wanting to make either one of them mad she kept her head ducked and didn't make any cocky movements. She just backed slowly and carefully into her position with the other female candidates. Humility was the key, at least she hoped it was. Dragons were often not very forgiving when it came to tardiness, especially to such an important event as a hatching. Yet after a while, Milune couldn't help herself. She had to look and see what was going on. Sand just wasn't that interesting.
Well, things weren't too bad. Sure a bunch of the eggs had hatched already and more had impressed. Yet, there were still wandering dragonets and unhatched eggs. Letting her eyes wander she visually feasted on the rocking ovoids. The sound of humming deep in her chest and the sounds of dragonets in their neediest hour all enthralled her. Excitement began to build up in her chest. Maybe one of those lovelies would even chose her? It was a thought she nurtured, adding feelings of longing, love, and desire to the mix. To be a dragonrider, it was the dream of almost every young heart out there. Just the thought of being on a creature of such majesty had her grinning like an idiot.
Determined more than ever now, Milune decided then and there that she was going to do her best to impress one of the lovelies. No, that didn't mean she was going to attempt to force an impression. Love and the promise of a bright future was the bait on her lure. She cast out the tantalizing prospect to any dragonet with the desire to listen and feel. If she was lucky, one of them would take it and she would have a mate whom would stick with her for the rest of her days. The alternative was unacceptable, at least in her view.
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Post by Nia on Jan 18, 2011 1:55:11 GMT -5
The Green was still swerving through the eggs, hunting down Hers. She was a big, strong Green! And she'd teach Hers how to be strong too! She remained in her hunting crouch, skimming through the eggs and poking her head around them, eyeing the girls, looking for Hers. She had to be around here somewhere! And this Green was going to find her. She continued snooping for Hers even as her siblings began to Impress, paying no real attention to them. She watched the Cyan for a moment, wondering why she'd gone over to those smelly boys. She was a girl! Why would she Impress to one of them? It didn't make sense to the Green. She certainly would never Impress to a boy. Only girls, here!
Angry. He was angry. This Black was PISSED. He lurked after the Green, as she was still his target. How dare she! How dare she even attempt to dismiss him like that! He was a Black! He was a large, bulky, colorful Black! And now he was going to make her pay for embarassing him like that. With a sudden burst of adrenaline and anger, the Black picked up his pace, darting around unhatched eggs and his Pink sibling who was still on the Sands, he ran after the Green with speeds he shouldn't have for being such a young dragon. Luckily for the Green, she picked up on this and began to run as well. It was a chase, now. The Hunter had become the hunted, and she didn't like it. But she couldn't stop to attack him, or he'd get the edge on her. But she could outrun him! And she'd outrun him all the way to Hers! She was more agile, there was no way he'd catch up to her grace with his bulky, oddly colored body.
Meanwhile, another medium sized egg shook and began to crack, oblivious to all this drama going on around it. The egg splintered apart to reveal a Green. She was about medium sized, though she was very nicely proporitioned. She was dark in color, with various lighter patches on her back and down her tail. She righted herself and looked around, seeming to smirk almost mischeviously as she watched her siblings. So many things to meddle with! She wanted to fuss and mess with the others! But right now, they seemed like they were all a little busy with each other. Boo! That was no fun. But she was finding immense pleasure in watching her Green clutchsister get chased by that funny Black. She was perfectly content to sit and watch, for now. She could fuss and meddle tons once she had a proper rider!
The other Green was still running from the Black, though she was flatering. She wasn't as fast as him, and though she was able to leap over the eggshells and dart around the sands with more agility, he was more powerful. The Black caught up to the Green and jumped, landing on her back and causing the Green to crash into the ground. They fought, but it was obvious from the start just who was the better fighter. The Green was good, and she would have been amazing if she were older. The Black had the Green pinned, despite her larger size. He was going to make her pay! She humiliated him! Everyone was watching, and she snuffed him! His leadership, his advances, his everything! The Black's anger was out of control, and there was no stopping him. Even though the Green hadn't done half the things he'd imagined she done. He just hated her! Just looking at her gave him a hatred anyuerism!
So she had to go.
But before he could finally make the killing blow, the Green jumped up, shoving the Black roughly down. He fell backwards, slightly disoriented. The Green moved towards the girls. If she could Impress, she would make it! Hers would help her get rid of this Black! She just had to Impress! But she was slowed by the amount of ichor she was losing. One of her wings was torn and mangled, tripping her. The Black righted himself soon enough and was after her again. This time he didn't waste time. He barreled into the Green, knocking her clean off her feet. After a bit more scuffling, it was clear who the winner of the fight was. The Black's ichor dripped to the Sands, but he was only slightly cut. The Black was a born fighter, and the Green didn't have a chance. She disappeared between.
Triumphant, the Black faced the Candidates, as if daring them to do anything about it. He had proved superior! He was superior! He was the best! And they were just going to have to deal with it. His anger subsiding somewhat, the Black stomped over to the closet group of Candidates, which just so happened to be the girls. He sniffed a few of them, roughly shoving Ryn out of his way to get to his chosen Candidate. This girl was perfect! Way less stupid and annoying than that Green. That was so stupid. That Green was an annoying, irritating waste of space. ZaraMine, get Areith food. Now.
The other Green, the one that had been lurking the whole time, came out from behind her little hiding place. Hilarious! Amazing! What things her siblings could get into, even when she wasn't meddling! It was amazing and she loved every bit of it! Shame the other Green had to die, she could have been so easy to meddle with! Too bad her brother hadn't died in her place. He seemed stupid and annoying. But with her luck, the Green would be able to fuss with him too! Maybe cause more deaths? Not that this Green wanted that, oh no, definitely not. If death could be avoided, that'd be awesome. But if not, then oh well! As long as this Green got to be behind the ensuing chaos, she was perfectly fine with whatever the result was! If only she could have been the one who pushed Areith into attacking his sister. Too bad, too bad! She really would have liked to claim responsibility for that!
Oh well, another time. Right now, she was pretty hungry! And food was important, she knew that. Not as important to her as meddling with others, but important enough. She also needed to find juuuuust the right human! Because, you know, most humans didn't exactly appreciate meddling. So she had to find one that would appreciate and help her! Maybe together they could destroy everything! Except the Green didn't want that. Not really. She might think she did, but she didn't. If the world was destroyed, what would she have to manipulate? Nothing! And plus, she didn't really want to be alone. Which was another reason why she had to find her rider! Duh, stupid!
Anyway. So the Green nosed her way through the girls, following the Black's lead. No, not this one. Ew, no way! Not this one, she was way too dull! This one was too arrogant! And this one was... oh, this one smelled nice. She opened her mouth and licked the girl. Hmm.... tasted just right! Oh FahraMiiiiiine! Your Eriputh is heeeerrreeeee! [/color] She seemed to have quite a flair for the dramatics. Wasn't that such a great show! But oh, don't worry. I'm sure we'll be able to make plenty more shows like that! Just stick with me.[/i] [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Gray on Jan 18, 2011 2:16:25 GMT -5
Time was being fickle. It was all going so fast, it was like the world was in slow motion. She tried to keep up with everything but she just couldn't. There was no way. Tasia sighed and shook her head. She instead decided to focus on a dragon. The lovely stalking green. She seemed like a smart, if not a bit odd. She make Tasia smile just a bit. But her fate was sealed when she sassed the black.
Tasia watched as the ran, the large hunter now pray. The black was far swifter than Tasia would have thought, especially with that bulk. She watched as they ran, he brows furrowing. This did not bode well with her. She even missed the sister hatching, she was so absorbed by this. Her gut feeling was right though.
Sure the other two greens were having a spat, but the black? He was brutal. Her jaw dropped as he went after his sister, leaping on her and tearing at her verdant flesh. How could a brother do this? Sure. Tanic and Tasia were not on the best of terms, but neither ever hurt the other much on purpose. This was barbaric. She thought the black was sated, and the green would be tended to by Hers. But she wasn't. No. One moment she was there, the next she was gone.
Tasia dropped to one knee, a bit flabbergasted. How could they let this happen? Why had no one stopped them? She swallowed roughly, her throat as dry as the sands beneath her. She had heard of the mauling, but they were candidates. She was sure they were interfering when they got hurt. But the dragonet just disappearing? It hurt. Hatchings were not all love and affection. They could be cruel.
Pressing her forehead to her knee, Tasia sighed once more, not sure what to think about this. She didn't care that in this position she was easy to pass over. She didn't care her robes were getting sandy. She had to take a few moments to let this cold, hard reality soak in.
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Post by rai on Jan 18, 2011 4:24:09 GMT -5
Ryn was growing more annoyed with the black chasing that sharding green by the second. Why didn't he just cut the crap already and Impress? All he was doing was holding things up. Was his head even screwed on right? Maulings? She'd heard of. Accidental death between hatchlings. Sucked dragon balls but hey, it happened. Accidents happened no matter how much they blew wherry chunks. This wasn't any accident. The black looked murderous. She wanted to suddenly throw something at it--but she wasn't stupid. As much as it pissed her off and she wanted the black to let up? She couldn't do a sharding thing. It pissed her off even more, as she glared at the hatchling. When it did Impress it had better not come near here. She couldn't handle such a crazy thing. Or she could. Because she could do anything; she was Ryn, after all. But she didn't want to, and that was the real thing.
She couldn't seem to take her eyes off the green that was fleeing. Suddenly she felt the slightest twinge of worry. The green wasn't playing anymore. The black never had been, she sensed. Suddenly it was no longer just an annoying game. It was serious. She watched, finding herself willing the green to turn on that black and teach the sharding crazy thing a lesson. Only she ran, and then he pounced on her. Why didn't she fight back?! But she was fighting back. There was just no way she could win at this age, with their size difference and build differences. She felt herself choking back a string of curses. She couldn't do anything! How that just made her so sharding MAD. The black was a complete deadglow! It was doing what it did with purposeful, malicious intent. When the green finally broke free her eyes widened in anger.
It was wounded, likely mortally so. The wing was torn and it dripped ichor onto the sands. It was trying so desperately to escape, and then that black; that evil, murderous black, snuffed it out and actually looked pleased with itself. She looked around from the corner of her eyes at her fellow candidates. A couple looked horrified. She was just disgusted. All of a sudden it started heading her way! She took a step to the side and back, looking to her right and left. When she looked to the left she was roughly shoved, and was so startled she nearly toppled to the ground, instead staggering and almost doing so before she managed to somehow right herself. She was suddenly furious. That ignorant, brat! She was about to tell it exactly what she thought of it, nearly forgetting herself. Then it Impressed to someone she didn't really recognize, and all she could think was good bloody riddance. She didn't want a psycho dragon. She shuddered a little.
Then a green she hadn't even seen hatch Impressed to a girl. She hadn't even bothered clapping when the black Impressed. She knew maybe she ought to have but why? She wasn't pleased with the sharding dragonet, and she wasn't about to clap because someone had gotten the vile little beast. Ryn, of course, was sheerly black and white on matters. No way she would consider it had been anything but a malicious, evil deed. She clapped for the green Impression, though half heartedly. The black killing its clutchsibling had her seething. But that soon passed as fast as it had come.
There were still hatchlings on the sands, and hatchlings who had not hatched. That meant she could still Impress and why should she bother wasting her time thinking about something that she couldn't undo? The fluttering feeling of desire and hopefulness arose again. She instead went back to ignoring the black and its 'unfortunate' new partner and eyed the remaining dragonets speculatively. Any of those? Maybe. You never could tell. Pink would not go well with her usual decor. But it was still a good shade on that white looking one. Not too notable. Better than some shades. She couldn't say if she would be satisfied with it or not, she had no real inkling of such a thing.
But she watched anyway, because she really did hope and intend to Impress! Whatever she Impressed would be awesome because it was hers. She had thought this before, and thought it once again. She wanted the other eggs to hurry and hatch. There was a gold one but she realized she hadn't been paying it any attention. She warily eyed it, then decided to just ignore it until it hatched. She again wasn't sure if she would be happy with such a dragon. It was against her usual nature to not want to do as she pleased and be in charge. But some part of her that actually thought about this kind of thing knew it wasn't about that and didn't like that idea. Being under closer scrutiny was not what she wanted. What she wanted, was to Impress something that would be perfect for her.
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Lys was, by now, keenly intent on keeping an eye on the rampaging dragonets and keeping an eye on any that were still on the sands. She licked her lips to wet them. The sands were not only hot. They were dry as well. She didn't like the way that chase was looking. When they had passed by her, and she had taken a step back, she had thought it didn't look at all like play fighting. Something was very, very wrong. Then it happened. The black caught the green and they were fighting in earnest. The black was bigger and bulkier, the green smaller and not able to hold her own. She put up an amazing fight despite her disadvantage and yet Lys could see from the beginning that she would not win. How far would that black go? It turned out to be too far. For a moment she thought the green would escape. But then she could see the torn wing, and the ichor running in rivulets down its side. She felt sickened. As a healer she could tell the situation was not good. She had no time to assess it. Even if the green might have survived, it was overtaken again by the black and she had to look away, squeezing her eyes shut. Normally she could deal with death because it was something she needed to be able to do in her craft. But this was just outright murder happening before her eyes. She did not want to see it.
The green had not even lived past a few minutes and now it was gone. She swallowed, feeling a little shaken and not knowing why. She decided to count backwards from ten like she did when dealing with human death. She did, and when she opened her eyes the other green had already Impressed, the black must have done so as well. She didn't know why it had happened but she accepted that it had. There must have been some inner feeling or emotion to drive the black to do such a thing. She could not say and she wasn't about to pass judgment. She clapped for both Impressions, pushing the death away to the back corner of her mind as she continued to watch the remaining hatchlings on the sand, her peripheral vision keenly eying the remaining eggs.
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Ceian couldn't quite seem to settle himself. He didn't watch the black and green because he was actually afraid of what looked like it might happen. They would fight and there would be bloodshed. Dragon blood, and possibly human blood. That was why he made sure to at least keep them in his sights to some degree. He just didn't want to actually watch them. So he saw the other green hatch. He chose to watch it, not the other scene. Because he didn't he did not have to endure seeing the actual act. But he looked over in time to see the green vanish. He swallowed, feeling a little sick. No one looked to have been hurt. Just the poor green. He didn't know how dragon minds worked at all. He didn't know why it had even had to have happened at all. So he made himself focus on the green that was suddenly making its way to the girls. And there it was, it Impressed. He did not see the black Impress. Not until he looked at the other end of where the girl who Impressed the green was, and saw it was in front of another girl. He smiled wryly, and though he still felt that pang of illness, he clapped and cleared his throat silently.
He knew that these things happened. It had even been explained in lessons. He was just fortunate he had not been mauled and nor had anyone else. The hatching wasn't over, though. Nothing had changed for him; not really. He still waited and watched, wary but not exactly feeling a fear of any kind. He wasn't afraid of the dragons. He was just smart enough to know that sometimes things happened and you had to be cautious. He watched the pinks. There were two of them now and neither one of them had Impressed. What did the other eggs hold? Greens were not relevant to him because he wasn't thinking that it was possible to get one. More blues, maybe? Cyans? Another black? The gold was still there and he was mildly curious as to who their new queenrider would be. Still much to happen, and it wasn't over just yet.
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Tay made herself be brave and keep a careful eye on the dragons rushing about. She had steeled herself and was no longer at all feeling anxious. But she wished they would stop, anyhow. Someone or one of them could be hurt! Then the black actually pounced on the green and they started to fight. She watched with wide, mollified eyes. They weren't fighting in a good way. Not in the least. She gasped nearly inaudibly as she realized the green was bleeding ichor. She could clearly see it from where she was. The torn wing, the green's desperation to get to the candidates. So she was staring straight at it when the black finished it off in a final display of violent fury. She hardly breathed, then. She felt a numbness all of a sudden. A defense mechanism. Yet her eyes began to tear, and she blinked them back furiously as the green vanished into between.
She had been told of it all. Seeing it happen so close was very hard to have to witness. She closed her eyes tightly shut, nose crinkling as she took a deep breath in, and then exhaled slowly. These things happened. She had seen it from the stands more than a few times before. Just because it was happening while she as standing did not make the other times any less real. She would not think of it. Today she was standing and today she was hoping to Impress. No unpleasant things would fill her mind. She heard clapping once, and again. The black had Impressed. So had a green who had hatched. Well, that was good. She clapped too, and continued to stand her vigil over the dragonets and eggs remaining.
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Post by Admin on Jan 18, 2011 4:29:15 GMT -5
He never ever saw it coming at all, He never ever saw it coming at all, He never ever saw it coming at all, It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.
Kalith's eyes snapped to the latecomer, briefly abandoning her constant vigil over her ferocious children. However, the candidate was swift to apologize, and the Queen had other things to handle, things more important than a creature too stupid to understand what was truly vital to Pern and the Weyr. One of her children, a black, had taken the life of another. Actually, it was not a murder, not so much. He had simply hurt her and the pain? That pain? In a dragon, that took them away, far beyond the reach of humans. The copper keened, the sad noise replacing her welcoming hum. However, grief passed. Fajra's expression tightened, added lines of stress appearing on her face. However, in the wake of the green's death, her sister had Impressed. They had another greenrider in the family, one to match their mother. One death did not undo that good.
The two greens had stopped their squabbling. The larger one turned, eyes locking the black. Her attention, and her dedication through that, had shifted. Justice didn't need to just be for her. The other green scrambled away, fleeing beyond the candidates and beyond the reach of her vengeful sister. She stopped there, resting for a bit. Some of her spark had gone too. Her focus was no longer in the game or the running either. One of them had died. She did not like the black for that. In them, sisterhood ran deep. The first green, she of the large size and bright hide, was left to watch as their murdering brother Impressed to a girl. She snorted at the thought of it. He dishonored them all by choosing a girl, no matter who she was. However, if he had a rider, he was off limits to the green, no matter how much she wanted to break that strict tenet.
However, instead of doing that, the brightly colored green tore her gaze away from her brother. The candidates were right next to her. They had been around her for a while. However, she had not previously paid them any mind. It seemed, though, that the only way she was going to get her revenge was to choose a rider. She could do that. She supposed that was justice too. With a short, clipped military, she made her way back along the line. That time around, she did no weaving. She was inspecting each other, though her judgment was swift. None of them would please her until she found the right one. Rynille was passed with contempt. Avna was ignored. Mayalene received no notice. Gallen and Abalan were each disregarded in return. In the end, the candidate she wanted was down at the end. It was inconvenient, but necessary, she guessed.
S'in, your Nemeth wants her revenge; the green hissed, slipping into the mind of her rider as she came to a halt and twined around the boy's feet. She fit seamlessly into his head, filling it with her thoughts. Each of them would have their redeeming moments, but neither of them were kind, nor necessarily truly good or worthy of entrance into any heaven when their time to pass undoubtedly came. Twined about his feet like a cat was the most undignified position she would take. He was the only individual she would allow to help her. She would offer her loyalty to those above her, but what she did, she did alone. Impartial, she would strike anyone who wronged her, even S'in if she was stupid enough. She wouldn't allow him to be that stupid. No, no, they more important things to do than be stupid. They had revenge to exact. Areith would pay yet.
A crack had appeared in another egg. However, the egg did not stir. It was one crack, no more and no less. Something very pale blue or green was leaned up against the scar on the shell. Slowly but surely, as the others continued with their odd games and odder choices, the egg gave away. Out tumbled a small, very pale cyan, one that was about the size of a large green but far too blue to be any of her ancient cousins. She blinked her outer lids in surprise, quite shocked by her appearance into the world. She looked as if she may have been sleeping, but by that point, she was most definitely awake. Lying in the hot sands, she raised her head, looking about herself. She could smell the ichor, see it staying the ground green. She was not sickened by it, but it did make her sad. Her heart pounded in her chest. She held little hope for the future.
The next egg to hatch was broken with far more purpose. The dragonet kicked her way out of her tiny home and came out into the world, squarely planted on all four feet. She was small, but she was also stoutly built, already showing signs that she was likely to be a chubby creature when she grew. However, she wasn't about to let that stop her. She looked kindly enough, her eyes swirling a happy mixture of bluish green, but she didn't look as if she was about to take any nonsense from the world. She could sense the death in the air, but she could fix that up in no time flat! She looked from sister to sister, gauging their moods. Nothing seemed too out of place. She liked it their. The Weyr was her home, and the hatching sands was where she resided for now. She remained standing, but she didn't go forward immediately. Impressing wasn't in the front of her mind.
The first pink, the one that was so pale she was nearly white, was still trying to make her pick amongst the candidates, but the death of her green sister had struck her. She was losing her focus, losing her knowledge of duty. What was good in the world? What was she supposed to do? She reflected the opposite of the other pink that had been there to experience the death of the green. That slightly darker, far more confident pink continued with her slow strut towards the candidates, continuing with her sashay even though she had lost the last available male. She was exactly sure she wanted the black. He was mean. Perhaps a bronze though! Or an iron! Eyes twinkling, she was swift to get over her sister's violent death. However, the first pink was far more stricken. She sidled back and forth amongst the candidates. Her rider was there, right? Right?
Then the pink spied a new face in the group. Her rider had been late. She didn't mind too much. It wasn't morning yet. Her worry melted away and her hopes returned. She wanted to see flowers, the dawn, and the ocean. With a relieved sigh, free of stress once more, she settled in front of her rider. MiluneMine! Why were you late? You came at the wrong time! However, your Eoth is here. She can smell the flowers; the young dragonet said pleasantly. While she was hungry, it did not dominant her consciousness. The relief of finding her rider was too great for her to think only of filling the hole in the midsection. She stared up into Milune's eyes, her own swirling bright against her pale hide. Her love was quiet, but it was there. She loved Milune, but she liked many things. She liked to be useful. She liked to do her duty, and she had done that in finding her rider.
As soon as Eoth had Impressed, another egg exploded. The creature that emerged was a dark pinkish shade, but the dragonet was no pink. She was red, large of stature and built for combat or very militant child rearing. Her eyes swirled a brilliant orange as she stepped out of the shards of her egg. There was no hesitance to her movements. She had hatched and she had hatched ready to fight. However, there was nothing to fight, the violence of the sands since dissipated, so she was forced to stride forward with her attention fixed on the candidates. Lucky them. Her legs, short for her body but longer than all but those of her tan sister, carried her swiftly to the humans. She eyes them fiercely, her angry seething just below the surface. Picking her rider was not her goal. She first had to determine if they were not all bastards she could only hate.
And as soon as she began inspecting them, she struck. She liked her siblings well enough, but humans received no such empathy from her. She rammed her neck and shoulders into Rynille, easily slamming the girl off balance enough for her purposes in a surge of muscle and force. Her rage was not so complete and untempered right then that she immediately set upon the girl, but she pricked at the girl's legs without fear and snapped her teeth dangerously close to the candidate's nose. However, after that, she was done, figuring that it was a good warning. She backed up quickly, settling on ignoring Ryn until she shaped up. Thus far, no one had passed her inspection. She withdrew and she moved to return to her searching, but she was interrupted by an exciting event. Someone was coming to steal her thunder. The Queen egg had started to rock and crack.
Hey, open wide, here comes original sin, Hey, open wide, here comes original sin, Hey, open wide, here comes original sin, It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.
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Lan
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Nomming ALL the kidpets!
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Post by Lan on Jan 18, 2011 4:44:48 GMT -5
Everything was happening so fast. Tans, greens, pinks, blues... so many dragons were hatching and falling out onto the sands and Featon was unable to completely compute. He watched silently, with wide eyes trying to take in every movement. He noticed the first impression... a very light blue striped with white impressed to one of the girls. All else started more and more to seem like a blur. It was all so exciting. Inside the dolphineer's heart was beating faster and faster with each egg that hatched. On the outside, though, he remained stone. The only give-away of the excitement beneath was the wild flicking about of his eyes as they focused first on one dragonet and then another. He tried to catch everything that happened on the sands with his wide gaze.
Featon marveled at the newer colors. He had never seen a tan before... he almost mistook it for a brown except that she headed directly over to the female candidates without giving a thought to the boys. There had been a brown that had impressed to a female before, he could recall, but this dragonet looked much lighter in color. Almost... a yellow? But she was large, so she was probably a tan. How interesting to see a tan on the sands! His eyes watched her carefully as she impressed to the girl he had spent time with getting her cat some milk. He couldn't remember her name, but he had spent good time with her. Although she probably couldn't see him, he offered her a smile before continuing to watch the other dragonets. She was now the... third tanrider? Something like that. He thought he had heard there were two at the first hatching they appeared.
The next eventful thing to happen was the hatching of an oddly colored black. He was weird in more than just coloring, though. As Featon watched on he could almost feel the anger radiating off of the rainbow-colored black. He and two of his green sisters squabbled as a brown appeared and impressed. So did a cyan. And then something unspeakable happened. The black all but tackled one of the greens, and they squabbled until the green dragon went between. In the stands Echelon crooned sorrowfully at the occasion. The corners at Featon's mouth trembled and threatened to show a frown. Well, he certainly didn't know that could happen. Part of him was sort of glad that the black didn't end up looking to him. He didn't know what he would have done.
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Post by cy on Jan 18, 2011 5:28:28 GMT -5
[/i]? Things were starting to starting to sharpen up at the edges, settle down in her brain. This was all happening. Her throat felt tight, but she tipped her chin up defiantly and glanced around, blinking anxiously and holding her breath.[/ul][/size]
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Post by nagini on Jan 18, 2011 5:28:31 GMT -5
Naima had quite a lot to react to as more dragons hatched and Impressed. The two fighting greens were definitely ones to watch. Even if it meant not totally watching as a handful of other dragons burst from their eggs, Naima didn’t want to get ripped open by the sisters by being in their way.
A black Impressed, a tan Impressed, an aggressive black hatched… Naima tried to spread her focus evenly across the Hatching Sands, but there was so much activity! She’d been to Hatchings before and it still wasn’t any easier to stand and take in every single thing going on. Maybe if she was only watching, it would be easier, but the spectators didn’t have to worry quite as much about being knocked around and clawed.
She watched for a beat as the clumsy-looking blue Impressed and she looked as a new brown started singing, and then a cyan hatched and Naima found her happy attitude refreshing. Well, that and the dragon was really cute, especially when she flopped down before the Candidate she’d Impressed.
Then there was another pink, and the singing brown Impressed, and the two greens were still going, and then there was that terror of a black running after his sister. Naima felt a pang of fear for that poor green as her brother chased her, and it changed to sadness after the black savaged the green and forced her to go between.
Death wasn’t anything new and it happened, but Naima was troubled by the black’s anger. Would he continue to be a threat to other dragons even after he Impressed? I guess we’ll find out, she thought darkly, watching as he found His.
Two more greens Impressed, another cyan hatched, that pale pink finally found the right Candidate, and another pair of dragons left their eggs. Naima felt a bit bad for the girl the new red brusquely shoved to the ground and snapped at, and then--oh shells--the Queen egg started hatching.
Naima took a deep breath when that happened and she could hear her pulse in her ears as the egg began to crack. She wasn’t interested in Impressing any Queens, let alone this one, but she felt very honored just to watch one hatch.
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Gray
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Post by Gray on Jan 18, 2011 5:35:23 GMT -5
The death still weighed on Tasia. Fish died. People died. And yes, dragons died. But to die so young? It just make her stomach turn some. Still, she turned her eyes back to the Hatching. Anger boiled in her stomach. That was just unfair. But life had to go on. She could do nothing to bring the green back. Still, she couldn't quite stand yet.
Another impression was done, one of the rambunctious little greens found Hers. A boy. She clapped whole heartedly. At least those two would not suffer the same fate as their sister. She smiled a bit. Perhaps one day she would be used to this. Standing again on slightly shaking legs, she watched as another egg cracked.
The first was another little Cyan, a pretty little thing. Pale in comparison to the other, but still in no way a blue. The next? A rotund little pink that made Tasia have to stifle a giggle. She was cute. To be fair, all of the dragons were cute. Well, except that last black. Everything seemed to be going back to the chaos of simply hatching and impressing. The pale pink from before found her rider, a woman who had just entered. She was late, but the dragonet was patient. You could tell the moment the pink saw her, that she knew that Milune was Hers. Tasia clapped more, smiling to Milune.
Everything was finally 'Calm', when the egg burst open. She recoiled at the sight of the red. She was large and angry. Her eyes made Tasia shiver and shake her head, Would there be more ichor staining the sands? No, it looked like there wouldn't be. She sighed in relief. But then the red started moving towards them. Oh no. Ryn was the one she set eyes, and fangs, on. Tasia took a step back, no she didn't want to be in the middle of that squabble. But luckily for Ryn, the red stepped off. Tasia exhaled suddenly, just noticing then that she had been holding hers. She closed her eyes and took a moment to compose herself. When the green-flecked eyes opened again, Tasia was once again her cold, calm self.
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Post by kitsufox on Jan 18, 2011 9:09:48 GMT -5
Lorryn couldn't help but return his eyes to the fight, which now involved a savage little black dragon that reminded him of the aggression and ferocity of a hunting tunnelsnake. When the black was finished with the little green he gasped in horror as it went between. Then the copper queen, Kalith, keened in a terrible way. The sound could only be the sadness of of a death, the legendary sound the dragons made when one of their own died, should they choose to honor that one. The heart-rending noise was disturbing and deeply soul wrenching. Lorryn didn't think he'd forget it anytime soon.
He tried to summon the joy he'd felt when the others had impressed for the Black when he found his rider, but Lorryn couldn't. This wasn't what he'd thought he would get when he'd come into the Weyr, or when he'd walked onto the sands. He signed in relief as the remaining green impressed, and let himself think that things might go smoother from here. He just hoped the little green who'd vanished hadn't been the dragon that would want him. Instead he hoped that one of those still in the egg or wandering the sands might look to him, might want him. He let his mood lift as the eggs continued to hatch and the impressions continued.
He marveled at the dragons that were hatching. Their hides were in shades that he'd never even heard of, let alone seen. Dalibor seemed to be a place for the unusual and the unique where dragons were concerned. The pale red that had hatched was the first to try and maul a candidate. And she went about it with purpose, snapping and scratching with warning intent at a girl he didn't really know. He wasn't surprised, though. That one wandered around ordering others about like she was Lady Holder. But their wasn't time to think about that when the Queen's egg started to rock.
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Birdy
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Post by Birdy on Jan 18, 2011 13:50:27 GMT -5
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Post by snow on Jan 18, 2011 16:05:29 GMT -5
Zenetta wasn't late to the Hatching, she had been right on time with the others. Why hadn't anyone seen her? Well maybe because she was hiding in the Stands. She had been terrified right from the moment she woke up. Her left arm, fully heal now but still wrapped up, hurt terribly. Was it a sign of danger to come? The rush of the other girls startled her out of her thoughts and she quickly followed them out.
With the Hatching at night she could hardly see in front of her. Zenetta stayed close to the line of girls and tried not to lose her way in the dark. When they finally reached the Hatching Sands, she could finally see. The double clutch of eggs looked amazing in glow light.
A bit nervous to enter she looked down at her slippers, debating whether to enter of not. Wait a minute. Her slippers? She had totally forgotten to change into her candidate robe and sandals! In the the excitement and fear she totally forgot her lessons and had just walked out as she was. In her sleeping clothes! Feeling totally embarrassed she abandoned the other girls and ran up into the Stands and found a shadowed seat.
How on Pern could she have forgotten?! Tears welled up in her eyes but she quickly brushed them away. There was no turning back now. Lots of people were already filling the Stands and most of the candidates were standing in front of the eggs. Where Zenetta should have been. Instead, she had a perfect view of the hatching at the furthest point possible.
Dressed in her green night shirt and pants, she watched the hatching proceed. Her usually tied back hair hide her tears as she watched. How could I have been so stupid? I don't deserve to impress a dragon... Her thoughts continued on sadly as she watched. There was no hope of impression when she was stuck up in the stands and not even dressed correctly. No hope at all.
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Zane
Drudge
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They see me rollin', they hatin'.~
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Post by Zane on Jan 18, 2011 17:19:29 GMT -5
So much was happening! Tristen wasn’t really sure where to set her focus, or her gaze. Dragonets were hatching all over the place at far too fast a pace, and Candidate’s were impressing off like bang, bang, bang. She watched as a newly hatched cyan, a most pretty cyan, impressed to a boy. She clapped for him, thinking that they made a good pair. Every impression thus far had been just right, even the brown that went to yet another boy. The dragonets seemed to be favouring the boys presently, and then it happened—the black that she had thought quite evil was chasing down his green clutchsister. Tristen moved forward, as if to help, and stopped herself. How could she, what was there she could do to stop him? Throw some sand, and then what? ”Stop!” she cried out pointlessly, the two bodies joining together only to break apart. Then the black went for the green again, not giving up, and this time the results were disastrous. The green left the world, betweening to a place of nothingness. Tristen’s heart sank, and she tried to pull herself out of the overflowing pit of emotions building up inside of her. There was nothing any of them could do, and she was sure that Kalith would mourn her young. She eyed the black with a newfound hatred, one that surprised even her. The creature did not deserve to impress to anyone, though it did, to a girl at that. She found herself judging the girl where she stood, wondering what kind-of person she must’ve been to impress something full of such anger. Had the black known what the outcome of his actions would be? Somehow she thought so.
Tristen looked away, not wanting to cause herself any more pain, mourning for the green would do her no good. Maybe it had been meant for no one, since it hadn’t impressed off before its death. She really hoped that was the case. Poor Kalith... The next impression caught her attention, one of the quarrelling greens. She attempted at a small smile, figuring the girl ought to be happy to have impressed a nicely-coloured green; luckily not one of the ones that had been misbehaving so. Those greens stopped just as she thought of them, and she waited to see what would become of their stillness. The one made her way to the boys’ side of the sands and curled herself about one, impressing to him. She clapped, as she had for every impression. Would he be able to handle the troublemaker? Surely he would, boys were such a rambunctious sort. Not that she minded of course!
Finally, the first female dragonet to hatch, the lighter, almost white, pink, impressed. The girl had just arrived, so it made sense that the pink was left waiting. Tristen almost said: ”congratulations,” for the pink seemed awful sweet. The other pink was still left, along with the second quarrelling green. She looked about the sands, wondering what other dragonet she was missing. They were quite difficult to keep track of racing about like they were.
She turned her gaze to a cracking egg, one that was cracking awfully fast! The dragonet to emerge made her eyes go wide, not because of its color, but rather its obvious attitude. It gave her that terrible feeling, that feeling that rose up in one’s stomach and made them instantly fearful, and yet sick all at the same time. One could even say her fear was causing her sickness. The newly hatched was on the attack, and there would be no stopping her. She slammed into a redheaded girl about her age, and knocked her right off balance, and right then Tristen expected a savage attack. Instead the girl seemed to be given a warning of sorts, for she was not harmed other than the fall. When the red stalked-off, searching for possibly another victim to assault, Tristen rushed to the girl’s side to provide aid. She wasn’t just going to stand by and do nothing, not when she was fully capable of doing something this time.
”You all right?” she whispered, hauling the girl up by her left arm. ”I wonder what you did that it chose you to be angry at, maybe it was just bad luck.” She made a sound akin to a sigh, still holding the girl’s arm in case she needed further support. When the red paused, and another egg cracked with full force, Tristen’s first reaction was to look. No, it couldn’t be! But it was! The Queen egg was rocking and cracking both! Tristen forgot all about Ryn, releasing her arm to inch closer. She couldn’t miss this, nor did she want to miss it. She could apologize later for turning away from Ryn so rudely, though she needed no further aid so it didn’t really matter. They were strangers, and she’d simply done the right thing. How could Ryn blame her though, the queen egg was hatching! She was beyond excited, practically shaking with anticipation rather than the earlier fear. The queen egg... the queen egg! Dalibor’s new queen.
What would she impress? Would she end-up impressing nothing? It was always a possibility. She couldn't stop herself from constantly thinking it over. There was a newly hatched, very small, cyan, and the pink from before. There was even a green remaining. The red she was praying would impress to someone with good sense! As for the queen? Not me, she told herself, not because she didn’t want it. Oh, she wanted it, more than she thought she would. Scratch that, she hadn’t the desire to impress it at all before. Well... maybe a little. She was lying to herself, actually, more to preserve her own feelings. She didn’t want to be disappointed, or hurt, when she didn’t impress it. She did a quick head check of the remaining girls, and then did an even quicker sizing-up of those remaining. If only she knew them well, then she would be able to make a good guess of whom the queen would choose! Certainly not her, no not her, and the reason why? She had little faith in such a large happenstance.
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Post by rai on Jan 18, 2011 19:55:34 GMT -5
OOC: Kitsufox, no one has met Ryn but the Candidatemaster and Tieler. She arrived literally the other day. So Lorryn can't possibly know anything of her or what she's like. Plus she does not order people about she doesn't even like to talk to them and will normally either like or hate them upon first meeting. ^_^
Ryn had pushed that black right to the back of her mind. She was watching the remaining dragonets and their Impressions. Clapping where it was appropriate, and keeping her proverbial fingers crossed. Dragons were hatching and Impressing at such an alarming rate that it caused her to glance at the remaining candidates. So many of them, and not so many of the hatchlings. She almost felt bad for them, in her own way. Not that she cared a whole sharding lot. She stood to well, stand. Just like any of them. Only a half chance anyone would Impress. She knew she would. She had confidence in herself--but not the when of it. It was probably a lot better to get the right dragon for you than to Impress your first go around.
She was of course paying attention to the eggs that hatched and Impressed. Finally that first pink Impressed, and then a green. When the red hatched she almost mistook it for a much larger pink due to its coloration, but then could see it was not. That red? Came straight for her.
Ryn tensed up and braced herself. She couldn't outrun it. She couldn't outfight it. It hit her head on with enough force to almost knock the wind out of her. If she hadn't tensed up it would have left her gasping for air. As it was she fell backwards, hard. She landed on hot sand but at the same time was grateful that it was sand. That would have hurt more if it had not been. She was suddenly bracing herself again. All that ran through her mind ws 'ohshardohshellsohshardsohshells' and thoughts about what would happen if she was killed here, just like the green had been. She wanted to face it head on. She didn't want to die, just another hapless candidate. She felt claws prick her legs and waited for the pain to kick in. She heard a tearing of cloth as one of the claws caught on her robe and split it open just a mere hairs breadth away from her skin. She was so sharding scared, in that moment.
She felt more claws like deadly pinpricks and opened her eyes--and wished she hadn't. Her breath hitched sharply in her throat. The red was snarling and snapping just inches from her nose, and she did not want to have her face brutally savaged! That was no way to go. She froze, and looked the red full in the face. Was she going to kill her, like that black had killed that green? She didn't breathe, she was trying so hard to prepare herself for it but how could she? She felt her eyes tear up. Faranth she didn't want to die!
Then the most unexpected thing happened. The red backed away. She could only sit there in pure shock. What had just happened? Her robe was torn and there were very slight scratch marks but she was alive. And unharmed. She was so relieved she let out a choked sob of sorts, shaking a little as she tried to calm herself. But then something else happened. While the others had not even given her so much as a look, and altogether ignored her, she felt hands on her arm. She looked up into the face of a brunette girl, around her age, and her eyes widened a bit as she was pulled to her feet.
Was she all right? She hadn't done anything to the red! But it hadn't really hurt her. She would be bruised where it had slammed into her, but it hadn't mauled her! She looked at the other girl. speechless for a moment, licking her lips. They had gone so dry. Then, she stammered out,
"Th-thank you," quietly. The girl suddenly let go of her, and se was breathing normally again though her heart was beating fast. She hadn't been mauled. She knew that somehow, she would remember the red for that. It hadn't mauled her. She took a deep breath and then Tristen suddenly let go so quickly that it caused Ryn to follow her gaze.
She was still at the hatching. The queen was hatching. She forgot that the red had mere seconds ago made her think she was going to die. All eyes, even hers, were on the shiny egg. Yet she found she only wanted to see who Impressed it. Not that some part of every girl, really, didn't want that chance. Even her. But at the same time was it for the right reason? That was a little contrary to her. She kind of hoped that girl beside her got it. Kind of. She at least hoped she would Impress. Maybe she would too. She watched and tried to clear her mind. She had lived, and she had lived and now she might Impress. The red had let her live...she didn't know why but not all dragonets were alike--at all. She watched the remainder of them, feeling much calmer. She still had a chance to Impress and by the first eggs she wanted to!
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T'val was standing beside Hadeth, who had finished feeding. There was a silence. They weren't speaking--not in words, anyway. They were merely watching, and as they watched the black chase the green, T'val found Hadeth was giving him the strangest feeling. A sort of...knowing. T'val watched, warm brown eyes widening as he watched what happened next. He felt horrible as he saw the death of the green. But Hadeth did not. He looked over at his black lifepartner, a little confused.
Acceptance. As if this was what fate had decreed for that green. Death was a natural thing. All life met death. No matter that it came for some sooner than others? Everyone must meet it someday. T'val was struck by a sort of awe at the way the hatchling could so calmly accept such a huge thing. Death was no small thing, after all. Feared by all. Everything and everyone tried to survive, to stay alive. Hadeth looked at his, his eyes swirling a content blue-green. And T'val, caught up in it all, gave a small nod to him, understanding.
It was her fate to die. It was his fate to live. All living things die. She met her end bravely. That was all Hadeth said. And T'val did not feel the need to reply to that. Acceptance...
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Post by matsi on Jan 18, 2011 21:06:13 GMT -5
Apoth looked up at the sound of the commotion. He turned his head and looked back towards the sands, then back at His. No words needed to be shared for the moment. Instead, he crooned along with his mother for a moment, mourning the loss of the green.
S'id watched as Apoth went from eating contently, to mourning. Why would he mourn such a lower being? One that was lesser than himself? Was there more to it than he could see?
Every being has a place on Pern, Mine. A place to fill, Apoth didn't really understand his own words, but he felt they were needed at this point in time. S'id looked at the young brown as he went back to eating. How could such a young creature be so...wise? It stumped him. But, maybe he was right. He had never seen it that way before. Ranks needed to be respected, but so did each being? Yeah, that sounded about right.
S'id shifted his eyes to the Cyan pair that now joined them. He let a smile lightly curl his lips upwards. ''Congrats, Runt,'' He said softly, in his strong tone. Apoth lifted his head up from his meal, licking his chops. He moved aside, allowing his sister room to feed on the redder food that he had found so tasty. He looked at his smaller sister with proud eyes. S'id looked back with admiration. We must protect our kin and what we love, Right, S'idMine? Apoth asked as he watched the Cyan. Protect and lead them to a better life, S'id said silently as he looked at F'bee again. He wondered if the young Cyan was as...insightful...as his Apoth.
''What is the pretty girl's name?'' He asked in his typical, strong, pridefilled voice. He looked back at the young Cyan, still pondering on the words that Apoth had said, and the strange peacefulness that he poured into his own, violent mind.
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