Zane
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Post by Zane on Jan 21, 2011 16:57:16 GMT -5
She couldn’t bear to watch, it was all just too much! The two were fighting, and fighting, with no end in sight. She buried her face in her hands, surprised to find her face was wet with tears. When she looked up, there was no copper in sight. It was... gone. She glared at the red, her hands shaking. She balled them into fists, ignoring the tears that continued to stream down her face. She was now pallid, the stress really getting to her—as if that wasn’t apparent enough from the fact she was crying. She cried silently, blinking away the salty wetness from her eyes. She wiped her face on her sleeve, sniffling quickly as she tried to return to her former rock-like frame of mind. She hoped that the hatching of further dragonet’s would help, and as that thought came into her mind the red impressed to Avna, and two dragonet’s hatched. One was a stunning iron, and the other a handsome bronze. Two King’s that she would never have a chance of impressing, but no matter, she was feeling excitement for whomever they did happen to impress. She looked over at the remaining boys; there were quite a few options. She didn’t bother to guess, seeing as they were strangers to her. She shuffled a bit, wondering about the whites. They remained together, seeming to be in good spirits. They were an awful curious sight... She loved how diverse both clutches had turned out to be. So incredibly diverse that there was no hope of guessing what would hatch next. Not many eggs were remaining, and her hopes of impression were dwindling.
The pink that she’d wanted to aid to Hers, was wandering closer to the girls. Tristen smiled encouragingly at her when she walked right on past her, to a girl behind. She turned to look, and saw Rynille, the girl whom she’d helped up. She clapped for her, her smile enlarging. They looked really sweet together; she hoped that Ryn would treat her right. After having to wait such a long time, and deal with the aggressive red, she was glad that Ryn had managed to come out on top. The pink really was sweet; it seemed to have quite the docile temperament even after having dealt with so much. It was a survivor.
Again Tristen’s attention was drawn to those white’s. They were just so shardin’ fascinating! She bit at her fingernail, and then stopped, swinging her arms at her sides. She was quite restless, it was easy to notice. Her mind kept trying to drag her back to all of the lost souls, the copper queen especially. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It was so hot on the sands, so it was definitely a stuffier environment. She shook her Candidate robes, wishing they were lighter. Didn’t they used to have Candidate’s tunics? That’s what she’d thought, and expected to wear. This was uncommon to her, not that she’d ever stood at a hatching before. Oh well, not much she could about it-right? She found herself chuckling at the idea of stripping here in front of everyone. Who would be crazy enough to do that? The girl remained in good spirits, like the dragonets.
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”Well, well, a beautiful girl. Must be my lucky day,” Tieler responded to Lesa, laughing at her own flirtatious efforts. Oh wait, Tieler never had to try; she was just that good. The blackrider attempted to glimpse Klaisath and Maieouth.
~Maieouth, it’s a pleasure, like always. Your presence only adds to this exciting event.~ The more Klaisath grew, and matured, the more of a charmer he became. Tieler really felt that she’d taught him well. He didn’t practice his charms on all the female dragons, however, and it was hard for Tieler not to notice. Mai was the only one. Like dragon, like rider. Tieler had been focusing on no one but Lesa. She wouldn’t ever admit it, just like she withheld just about all other information pertaining to her. It was a very Tieler thing to do. Sure she’d flirt with other people, if only to keep her reputation. Lesa put up with her though, thankfully.
As the hatching commenced and dragonets impressed, and others betweened, Tieler’s expression changed many a time. It was the hatching of the copper queen that really had her attention, but when the red fought with the smaller queen, and it betweened also, Tieler found herself not feeling all that sorry for it. It had taken down two of its cutchsisters, maybe it had deserved the same wretched fate. She didn’t say a single thing, glancing at Lesa every now and again to see her reaction to things.
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~Do not look Mine. There... it’s all right now. No need to fear, I assure you.~ Panith had been well fed by his riders shaking hands, and he was now guarding the girl from the horrible outcome of the hatching. Dragonets were betweening left and right, not to mention the copper queen! Panith was calm all throughout, raising his wedge-shaped head from before his riders face periodically to see what more was happening. He didn’t permit her to look, however, for he feared that she might go into an unhealthy episode. Zane was sitting down, knees into her chest, her head down-the same position she’d taken up once having impressed Panith. He nuzzled her a few times, his head resting a top hers at one point. She was going to be a handful, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle, nothing he didn’t want to handle. He didn’t need to continuously reassure himself of this, for he just knew. She would be in good claws with him around, and he’d always be around...
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Post by nagini on Jan 21, 2011 20:09:39 GMT -5
Shards. Shards, shards, shards!
Naima hadn’t wanted to Impress the copper, but she hadn’t wanted her to die either! It’d been bad enough when the copper had killed her sisters! No, it’d been bad enough earlier when the first dragonet had died.
Everything about this--the dragons’ fighting, Kalith’s screams and her keening--it all made Naima wince. She felt relieved when the red dragonet Impressed and she prayed to whatever forces were out there that Hers would be able to control the thing.
She distracted herself from the violence and the ichor-stained sands by focusing on the two whites that’d hatched. She found sparkly one incredibly interesting, although she thought that her hide was kind of distracting. Still, it was lovely, as was the other white’s coloring. Even though he didn’t sparkle, the rainbow of shades in his skin was just as intriguing. Naima thought they made quite a pair and she wondered if there would ever be more whites like them at Dalibor or any of the other Weyrs.
Once things calmed down again, Naima clapped politely for those who had Impressed, and then she looked at the remaining dragons and eggs. A bronze and an iron had hatched, and the other eggs were rocking. Since she couldn’t Impress either, two kings didn’t send waves of apprehension through Naima when it came to the subject. She wondered who they would choose, but that was about it, and she was glad that they weren’t as aggressive as their sisters.
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Jan 21, 2011 22:11:16 GMT -5
Corian was surprised and it took quite a few things to surprise the teen. He couldn't recall a time when he had ever seen this much death and it wasn't exactly something he enjoyed seeing especially when it came to dragons. He loved dragons being around them no matter how angry they got with him. Actually, the more he thought about it the more he wondered how he was actually even still alive. He watched with a furrowed brow as the Queen egg finally hatched and strutted across the sands. He wondered which of the girls he would wind up taking orders from. He was, after all, much better at taking them than ever giving them. He studied the group for a short moment but noticed that the Copper seemed to be frustrated with a couple of her sisters.
There was a struggle and, in what seemed like no time at all, the Copper was suddenly gone. That was one Queen gone forever. Never to live her life as she possibly could have, at the head of her family guiding and guarding. Yet, then again, the Copper herself had managed to take a couple of Dragons with her. The red impressed one of the girls and a pink impressed another. In all the shock and horror that had passed on the sands Corian hadn't even noticed some of the other dragons. He clapped in a confused fashion looking about him to see if there were any others who were as confused, shocked, angry and solemn as he felt. It didn't even feel like a momentous and joyous occasion anymore.
Corian stood there thinking back to the other Hatchings he had seen. He couldn't even recall this many hatchlings being betweened. Still, it was the way of the sands... Maybe... He couldn't interfere no matter how much he had wanted to. How much he had wanted to rush out there to the hatchlings and help them... Yet there was nothing that could be done and to do anything would be suicide. Not particularly something he wanted.
Corian only then really noticed the two kings. He looked at them for a moment as they wandered around and then turned his attention to a few of the other eggs that were rocking. There were only a few eggs left to hatch and Corian was certain that he would never have what it took to impress a king. Actually, he didn't want a king to impress him... There was far too much responsibility. He watched with a detached, confused feeling not entirely sure what was happening anymore. If he could have spoken he would have but something told him to refrain from drawing attention to the ichor staining the sands. Everyone saw it and there was no doubt that they felt what he felt. He just continued to watch with his confused expression.
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Jan 21, 2011 22:52:32 GMT -5
The copper's appearance on the sands was like a bomb going off. Featon glanced over, hardly aware of the golden egg's shaking until now. But now that she was present, there would be no getting around noticing her. Especially with the events to come. The dolphineer-turned-candidate watched in horror as the little queen killed not just a cyan, but a pink as well. His breathing all but ceased. Wait... what? Was that even possible? He had heard of the dragon fighting dragon that had happened at Dalibor Weyr... he had been so close to it, even! But hatchlings killing other hatchlings on the sands they were born onto? It just seemed... impossible. He swallowed hard. What happened next, though, was far more violent. The one pale red on the sands had declared war, and over the squawks of their squabble Kalith's cries could be heard. Three dragonets lost. Two more fighting to the death. Echelon appeared on Featon's shoulder, as if summoned by his bonded's sense of loss, and curled up about the boy's shoulder, keening sorrowfully at the passing of such young lives.
Next to him the young boy he had decided to stand near was crying. However, an older man seemed to be comforting him so his comforts would not be needed. Featon sighed, stone cold face quivering as he bit at the inside of his lip to keep the tears from flowing. Such death, while being a part of life, was terrible and cruel... and seeing someone so close so affected melted the young man's heart too. But he coughed and forced himself to look back up to the sands just in time to see a bronze and an iron hatch. Well, at least that was fortuitous, right? Echelon's keening subsided for the moment, and instead of comforting Featon was focusing on the crying younger boy next to them.
The worst was still yet to come. The fighting didn't subside. The red and the copper ignored Kalith's cries and, in the end, only one would be victorious. The copper blinked out of existence... and out of life. The cries from the copper mother were the most horrid sounds in the world that Featon had ever heard. His heart felt like it might break from the palpable sorrow. He could feel her every hurt and suffering, crying out to those unknown deities in the sky to bring her beautiful and queenly daughter back. Echelon added his alto voice, along with Waroth's deep crooning and Reyith and Piroeth's pitiful cries. The death of a queen, even an infant, affected everyone. Featon bit the inside of his lips harder until the metallic taste of blood trickled onto his tongue. His eyes watered, but he didn't cry. He had seen the death of elder dolphins before, so he would not lose composure, but this was different. She was so young! So full of life! And, to the Weyr, so very, very important.
Emrin's crying could be heard again, and this time Echelon sprang into action. He slipped off of Featon's shoulder and landed gently onto Emrin's smaller ones. His tail curled around the boy's warm neck and with his tiny head he gently rubbed against the boy's cheek, cooing with the same gentle tones that a parent might use to calm a crying child. So much pain, radiating both from his bonded and from this tiny boy, it broke the little firelizard's heart. He tried his best to guide the smaller boy threw it, as Featon would have done had not the other man been there. It was weird, perhaps, that the firelizard acted in compassion to another person that was not his bonded during this time of distress, but Echelon was not a regular sort of firelizard. He was part of Featon, himself, and as such he had compassion on humans that his human had compassion on.
Featon blinked his watering eyes and tried to force himself to take deep, controlled breaths. Death had happened, yes, but life was happening too. The red had impressed, and so had a pink. Things would be okay again, eventually. There were other dragonets on the sands, including a bronze and an iron. Life would continue to happen. Perhaps he should whittle the baby copper's form and give it to the Weyrwoman and her dragon? That might be nice. Of course, that would mean he'd had to find some way of getting the trinket to one of the highest ranked people in the Weyr... but he'd find a way. It seemed like the right thing to do. So, whether he impressed or not, Featon fixed his resolve to do such a deed after this mess was over with.
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Post by fidelli on Jan 22, 2011 3:03:39 GMT -5
The young sparkle white had not been really paying attention to Kalith's clutch. Indeed, she wasn't the type to pay attention to those around her. She liked herself, Her's (if and when she Impressed), and a few select other things and people that would would largely hinge on whom Her's liked. If they liked a person, well, than she would too! Though, sometimes, she thought she was right and she would be very very clear on explaining to Her's that she DIDN'T like the other person. And she would, never, ever, ever change her mind on this. Once her mind was set, it would take a huge leap to change it. She didn't seem to be quite as clever as the two White's that already roamed the Weyr - happy she was, with a White's temperament, but until the other rare colors born, she just wasn't.... As clever. Mind you, in a regular dragon her level of intelligence would have been like a certain lovable big old blue - however, being a white, she was more on the level of a lower sub queen. She had the long term memory of a White, but she was not really as intelligent as Zucherroth or Sjanseth. However, she made up for it all with cuteness!
Plus, she was the only female White, and she seemed to know that, as she danced in and out of the light. She would never be a sexy flirt, like the greens, or really feminine, like the pinks. She had the capering beauty of a young girl, not quite to puberty yet - in fact, it would be a shock to everyone if she ever did Rise. There was a chance, but it was slim, and turns ahead of the time we are in. She really wasn't paying attention to the Hatching until a special dragonet hatched - well, until he fell ontop of her, or almost did. She pipped at him, having sprawled herself out because of her tumble (surprise at the attack, you see). In fact, when he sat down to happily trill at her, she struggled back up, a quivering ball of energy, and studied him for a few moments. She liked to take her time, on these things, you see - though not too much.
It was love, in all the ways of love except sexual. With a trill of pure joy she threw herself on top of him, snuggling the rainbow white and chattering away, telling him everything that she could about EVERYTHING. She could not sit still though, so she began to clamber over him (as she had a tendency to do with everyone, apparently), running around behind the mother's and still yammering on. She only was silenced when the copper and the red began to fight and Kalith's scream lit the air - then the sparklewhite was suddenly behind rainbowwhite, peeking out at the battle with wide eyes whirling only curious colors. This was natural - the fight for the dominance, the fight for who was the leader. She did not like the fighting, but it needed to be done, and (tucked up against and behind rainbowwhite) she accepted this. It was sad, but it was life - dragons were much better at these things than humans were.
When the Red finally Impressed and the sands were clear of all except the Kings - who were not nearly as scary, sparklewhite let herself unslide from her best friend in the whole wide world. She took a few steps away from the rainbow white, and unexpectedly, after all of that was over, fell into a slump. She had no more energy - she suddenly didn't care about anything or anyone (although her best friend was still her best friend). She began to sulk in the corner, for no apparent reason, trailing around in the shadows with her tail limp and head hanging. The rainbowwhite, unhappy by his self-appointed ward's, peeped a question - however, sparklewhite, still driven by her random slump of mood that was not brought on by the death of the queen at all, only gave a moody whistle back. Infact, it wasn't until Noyth, irritated by her daughter's hanging in the back after all this blood, reached around to swat at her lightly.
Unexplainably, the White decided that it was totally alright then, completely better. With a trumpet of joy, she suddenly ran back over to the rainbow white, bowled him over, nuzzled him, and ran around like an odd ball around the sands again... Straight into Noyth's second egg. The Gray hissed at her daughter, not impressed at all, and the White cheeped at her apologetically and sweetly before shaking her head off and running back to the rainbow. She wasn't the most graceful thing out there - tiny, built thinly, with no extra body fat on her, she would be fast one day. However, she would never be the most graceful thing - she was too gangly on some parts. She was pretty though. She would, however, go through the moods very often the rest of her life, sometimes for minutes, sometimes for candlemarks, and nothing ever triggered them on or off. It just happened.
It was as she was running away from an irritated Noyth that she heard it - a muffled sob. She smelled the tears next, salty water in a place that water does not last long in. This, for some reason, drove her into a fit - she tackled the rainbow white one last time, and then began to hunt for the source of this problem. It was a huge problem too - though she couldn't explain exactly why, not right then. Down the line of girls, leaping onto Lys as she thought that she might be the source. But she wasn't! A hiss, and a snap aimed at her arm, THIS WAS IMPORTANT AND SHE CONFUSED HER, she was off down the line, heading over to the males. Varan earned a sniff over, but that wasn't it, Corian earned a twice over, but she sneezed on him and moved on, and Featon got a tackle before realizing, NO THAT WASN'T IT EITHER.
Then she found it. And as she did, she realized why she had found it - why IT was so important! With a sharp trill, Jarith dove in between all of the love and hugs that were being shared, talking a mile a minute. MINEOWN! I found you! I was wondering why you were letting all the water out of your body, but there is no reason to be feeling so sad! I am here, of course of course! Everything is all better now! This is so exciting! I was trying to figure out why I was looking for you - who is hugging you? I LOVE HIM. She had managed to basically squash Her's, but she headbutted Djordji lightly and told Her's, E'rinMine, please tell him I LOVE HIM! I am sorry I wasn't here to make you stop... Ummm, why is there water coming down your face? OH, LOVEFACEMINE YOU HAVE TO MEET MY BEST FRIEND! OH, is that YOUR little Blue thing?! Your Jarith LOVES YOU! Do you love me? I GLITTER! Isn't it neat?! Come out of the love pile and meet him!
If you hadn't noticed, Jarith was a little vain. Sitting practically on top of Her's, she shot down from where she had wiggled into the love pile and out, looking around wildly for her rainbow friend. Oh.... Her stomach had growled wildly, and she looked down at it, feet planted wide, neck craned down, peering at the organ that had been... MINE I MAKE MUSIC WITH MY BODY! Why is it doing that? Oh, listen, maybe it will do it again!?
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Post by Gray on Jan 22, 2011 3:21:31 GMT -5
Her attention on the kings was fleeting. She looked them over once before turning away. Bronzes and Irons were for the boys. She would happily clap for them when they impressed, but that white was just too sparkly.
Tasia couldn't help but just feel joy radiating from the white. She was sweet. The way she gamboled and raced with the RainbowWhite. She tilted her head to the left, a small smile crossing her pale lips. She was a spunky young thing. She ran through candidates, leaping on one girl before moving on.
She paused for a moment, giving the girl a quick glance. She looked ok. Nothing serious. So Tasia turned her attention back to the SparkleWhite. Once again, she cast her attention to a candidate. A boy this time. But he wasn't it either. Weariness weighed heavy on Tasia, and she bounce from foot to foot to keep herself awake. She had to keep her eyes on the SparkleWhite.
The little SparkleWhite's favor fell on yet another candidate, and he looked like he needed it. Tasia felt a small pang. How had she not noticed the crying? Thankfully, someone was more observant and had been comforting. But that didn't look like it would be needed any more. The SparkleWhite impressed. Tasia's clapping was perhaps the loudest of them all. She really did hate crying, especially from younger kids.
“Congratulations!” She called out over the crowd. She was sure the SparkleWhite would be a handful, but she would be a beloved burden.
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Post by claire on Jan 22, 2011 7:47:58 GMT -5
With the copper's disappearance the worst of the fighting seemed to be over. And even as he watched, in fact, the shimmering white female lightened the mood on the sands as she playfully bowled over her rainbow-shaded brother. And then she was making straight for the candidates. He watched with interest as she tackled one of the girls before apparently changing her mind. Down the line she came, and he felt his pulse stutter as she stopped to sniff at him...
And then she was moving on again. He let a breath out, caught in an odd state somewhere between relief and disappointment. Though exciting, the thought of Impressing was also an overwhelming one.
In any case, it looked as though the young boy she finally chose was far more in need of something positive to take away from today than he was. The tears streaking his face told their own story of just how well he was coping with all the death they had witnessed today. Perhaps the white - a sweet-natured, enthusiastic little thing by the looks of her - would be just what he needed. He heard one of the girls call out her congratulations from down the line and joined in the applause. "Well done," he said, flashing the boy an encouraging sort of grin.
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Post by Admin on Jan 22, 2011 19:42:38 GMT -5
It's good to be king, if just for a while, To be there in velvet, yeah, to give 'em a smile, It's good to get high, and never come down, It's good to be king of your own little town.
The rainbow white was quite happy to let the sparkling member of his color hop all over him. He liked her snuggling with him and returned the gesture, his manner somewhat subdued compared to her but still bright and cheery beside most. She could leap on him and then bounce away, and he would be right there, trotting after her with eagerness written in his bright eyes. When she was sad, he was sad, questioning her about her sudden melancholy. He was there for her. Maybe his intentions were a touch misplaced and he was a bit thick with naivety. Perhaps he would not be the best guardian for the other white, the sparkling apple of his philosophical love. However, to him, that didn't matter. When she was happy, he would be happy. When she was sad, as sad as either of them could get, he would feel it too, and he would be there with her through it.
The rainbow white did not like Noyth growling at his future love and best friend. However, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not then, at least, though in the future, nothing would keep them apart! It was a glorious future! He was distracted from his constant musing by the sparkling white racing towards the candidates. He wasn't about to be left behind! Then he promptly found that he was. After his enthusiastic friend tackled several of the unsuspecting humans, she chose her rider. He watched, staying farther back than before. She was happy, so he was happy, but he felt a little bit left out in the cold. Then he realized he was hungry. Like Jarith's belly, his was giving tiny rumblings. The more sensible of the pair, he knew it wasn't music. In truth, he didn't know what music really was at that point, but he knew it wasn't what was coming from his empty belly.
Full of holes to fill, even if Jarith was his soulmate, no doubt about it in his mind, the rainbow white trotted off to find himself exactly what he needed. It wasn't a long search. Spreading his wings in awkward welcome, he bumbled right up to his rider. A'lanMine! Your Irith needs to be over there. We need to be with Jarith. The white's voice was light, high, and more than a bit effeminate. One couldn't truly blame him. Despite his absolute knowledge that he was a male, if he had been born with a few different tweaks to his genetics and egg, he would have come out much like his sister, minus the sparkles. However, there he was, the most rainbow dotted white in all of Pern and hardly aware of it. He liked sparkles. He was a sparkle man through and through. She is very kind. Worthy of messages! Now to new endeavors! You must come, A'lan!
One of the few remaining eggs cracked with a pop, the top falling off as a seam ran down its mottled side. Feet and wings forced themselves free, breaking the egg apart and allowing the body to follow the errant limbs. Out came a purple, small for his kind, roughly the size of a large yellow. He was long of limb and at that point in his youth, horrendously gawky and gangly. Some sort of majority of his hide was a bright, light shade. The rest was darker, forming jagged stripes across his back and limbs. As soon as he was free and found his bearings, he was off like a shot, skittering, skidding, and clawing at the ground to try and find traction as he darted forward and then back. After a few moments, he ended up hiding behind the weak cover of two of the remaining eggs. Neither of the pair were as large as him, so he lay flat against the ground to hide.
Casting furtive glances out at the world, the purple looked for signs that anyone had noticed him. People had, of course, and he cursed his luck. Still, no damage seemed to have been done. No one was coming after him with pitchforks. Popping up, he glanced towards the nearby bronze and iron, both of which were ignoring him for the time being. Taking that as a good sign, he swaggered on forward, carrying himself with as much pride as his bronze brother. He simply moved a bit faster, never wasting a step. His wings spread from his back as he sauntered across the sands. Weakly, he flapped them, looking up. He knew that he was born to fly. Nothing was going to hold him back. However, his determination would not carry him to flight, so he was forced to carry his wings with him, hopping across the sands. He made his way to the candidates on quick, nimble feet.
The bronze was not particularly interested in his purple brother. If he found a purpose for the swift creature, he would see about dealing with him. However, a purple was no pretty female. His young bronze mind was already well-formed in what it was meant to desire. Though he didn't know it yet, he was going to do his eldest brother the greatest pride. Actually, his very eldest brother, much like the iron who flanked him, would most certainly not entirely approve, but the eldest bronze would. Besides all of that, the bronze did not care. Puffing his chest out, he swaggered towards the candidates, taking a different path than the purple. The iron followed him with the slightest of sighs, nostrils flaring as air rushed from his lungs. The red was gone from his sands, meaning the bronze could do whatever he pleased. After all, he was the King.
Aware that the iron was still following him, the bronze did show his patient brother a touch of kindness. He chose his rider swiftly. In truth, his motives weren't that pure. He knew which candidate he wanted and he went for it. That was the sort of beast that he was. He got what he wanted. For the most part, that would be the ladies, but that one, special day, it was a boy. G'len, your Zeuth requires food and washing; he ordered. However, behind his firm voice and resolve, a playfulness danced in his mind. He was not truly as big as his breeches. He thought he was, but he wasn't when one truly understood him. He liked to tease and win, to hunt and to enjoy the finer pleasures in life. He liked to play the ruler, but he was hardly perfect for the role, no matter what he thought. While he started ignoring G'len as soon as he met him, he did love the boy.
It's good to be king and have your own way, Get a feeling of peace at the end of the day, And when your bulldog barks and your canary sings, You're out there with winners, yeah, it's good to be king.
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Post by Zane on Jan 22, 2011 20:31:31 GMT -5
When the sparkly white left from the rainbow white, and impressed to a small boy, she became disheartened. She was happy for him, of course, the white was beautiful, but she had held hopes of it coming over to the girls’ side of the sands. As the only female dragonet came and went, she had a hard time really focusing on the iron and bronze. She knew they wouldn’t come anywhere near her, and she watched as they peered at the boys. There weren’t too many more to choose from, though all were eagerly observing the two. When another egg rocked, her head snapped in the direction of it, trying not to be disheartened a second-time when it hatched a purple—a clear male. Were there going to be no more females for them? She looked around at the other girls, wondering if she’d feel as bad if she wasn’t the only one who didn’t impress. This had been a mistake, a huge mistake. She knew that taking risks was a part of life, but this one would end-up being a bit more embarrassing than she’d like. She forced her gaze up to the stands, half-hoping not to see Alden up there. Would he be disappointed in her or just think of her as a Healer all the more? Dragonrider’s could be healers, couldn’t they? She sighed quietly, staring down at her feet.
Until she heard the shattering of a shell she decided there was no point in really watching. She looked foolish staring at her feet though, so instead she half-heartedly gave in to watching the iron and bronze as they went nearer to the boys. The bronze impressed, and she brought her two hands together a single time. The iron would be the next to impress, assuredly. In this sea of strangers and dragonet’s not her own, she suddenly longed for home. At least there everything was certain, though there was a time when she’d thought that was no way to live, and that’s what had brought her here. Everything was so uncertain now, though, that she wished there was at least some direction. She wanted to be accomplished, but now she knew not what she’d be accomplished in, and it was daunting. She was only sixteen turns-coming to her seventeenth-but she felt a fair lot older. She turned to look back at the tunnel that would lead her off of the sands once this was all done and over with. Should she just leave now, or would that look bad on her part? Probably bad, and then Alden would be far more disappointed with her just giving-up. She hated always having to consider others; sometimes it was just so much easier to be selfish. She wished she could be selfish right now. She flipped over her options in her head, walking off the sands still seeming to be the best of them yet. At the same time she was recalling being searched by H’to and Lanith. She’d felt so... unbelievably proud of herself, for the first time. Uh—no point in crying again, so she was best to blink away her tears and move on.
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Post by Gray on Jan 22, 2011 20:55:30 GMT -5
She couldn't help but smile as the RainbowWhite made his impression. Things were getting back on track. She clapped once more with a soft sigh. Thank goodness. No more doom and gloom. Straightening up, Tasia tilted her head up some, and looked to the newly hatched Purple. He was a handsome thing. But she knew once again, this was one for the boys. Tasia wondered what time it was. Had the dawn descended like gossamer petals to cover the land in it's rosy light?
She was pulled from her thoughts by another impression. Her clapping was light, but happy. She watched as a few girl's faces fell, and she had the same thought she felt many would have. Was it the boys turn now? Many girls had already impressed, she understood this. But for some odd reason, she felt her heart soar when another girl impressed. Perhaps it was because they were dwindling in number. Either way, it was a foolish thought. She should be happy when anyone impressed.
Turning back to the hatching, she watched the Iron and the purple, admiring them. Dragons were such fascinating creatures. She watched as the purple moved, with his odd little gait. The iron was so still though. He had yet to impress, and had been following the Bronze. Who would he choose? She looked over the boys. Who would this King bond too?
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jan 23, 2011 3:21:14 GMT -5
Back to the street where we began Feeling as good as others can you know Yeah we're feeling so good
One of Kalith's remaining eggs was rocking. All things considered, it was a pretty nondescript egg, certainly nothing spectacular in color or size. It was just an egg, not too big, not too small, not too bright, not too dark. The only thing special about this egg was that it was wriggling. Although, at this point, with dragonets unImpressed on the Sands, that might not have even been special enough to warrant the egg a glance. The creature inside was certainly not going out of its way to make everyone watch it.
The Hatching was starting to wrap up. The main drama of the Queen's Hatching and her subsequent and shocking death were long finished, and everyone, everyone hoped that that was the biggest part of the excitement for the day... night, rather. No one even wanted to think about anything topping the fierce, furious deaths of the four dragonets.
The egg kept wriggling steadily, slowly becoming more forceful in its even motions, and finally, finally, cracks began to appear. As soon as that happened, all movement ceased completely, as the dragonet inside had quite decided that was enough work for the moment and it was now time for a quick nap. Luckily for all the spectators, this dragonet would fully fulfill their hopes for non-excitement and non-drama.
However, it could only put off the process of Hatching for so long, and so finally, with one strong kick, a good-sized hole broke in the egg and allowed the Cyan inside to sneak out. Her hide was a solid, consistent grayish teal, the color of cold water. She was strangely long and lanky for a Cyan, quite thin. She would certainly never carry any extra fat on her frame, and might always have the tendency to be too much on the ribby side. However, she was healthy, and that was all that mattered.
She blinked several times, adjusting her eyes from the darkness of her egg. Her eyes swirled a pale, slow blue. She was extraordinarily calm and relaxed for a hatchling. Despite the stress of being born, the smell of all the ichor staining the stands, the tired and tense crowd, and the pitifully few Candidates left, the Cyan didn't seem bothered at all. She noticed it, she accepted it, she didn't let herself be fazed by it. There were much more important things to worry about. Like... well, she couldn't actually think of anything. But she was sure there was something out there. There was certainly not anything worth worrying about in here!
She was content to sit on her haunches with her eyes closed for a few minutes after that, swaying slightly side to side as she did. She was certainly in no hurry to Impress, though she felt that strange need inside of her for one of the Candidates. However, she would take her time about things. There was no reason to rush, never any reason to rush. There was plenty of time to just sit and enjoy herself first, enjoy being alive. She had no profound thoughts about this; she was not a profound dragon. She was actually somewhat of a simple one.
She was interrupted by her stomach rumbling, which finally provoked her into action. She was not fussed about being hungry, nor irritated that she had to move earlier than she'd planned. She just accepted it and moved on. And in this case, she moved towards the Candidates. She paused before the females and sat on her haunches again, cocking her head to the side slightly and considering them. Again, she would not be hurried. She did her things at her own slow, relaxed pace, this one.
She decided, and she walked forward towards her chosen mindmate. She was sure of her choice, but she had no idea why she was sure, or why she had even picked this one. That didn't bother her. She wasn't even particularly aware that she wasn't very smart. She thought through things in her own way. It would work for her. She curled herself around the legs of her chosen Candidate.
MayaleneMine. Hmm, that's pretty. MaaaaayyyyaleeeeeeneMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. [/color] The Cyan was silent for several seconds, considering this, before continuing. Your Seleneth's stomach is making some queer noises.[/color] She rumbled slightly in the back of her throat as a demonstration. We could eat, or we could watch. Or both. We could do both. It doesn't matter to your Seleneth. But it'd be nice to make the stomach rumblies go away soon, mhmm?[/color][/right] 'Cause it's nine in the afternoon And your eyes are the size of the moon You could, 'cause you can, so you do We're feeling so good, just the way that we do[/font]
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Post by Gray on Jan 23, 2011 3:46:10 GMT -5
Tasia felt her own stomach starting to get faint pangs of hung. It twisted and writhed sourly, making her grumble under her breath. She didn't eat dinner last night either. She was to jittery. The mixture of hunger and tiredness made her a tad bit woozy on her feet. Hesitantly, she placed one hand on her lower abdomen. Perhaps she would see if she could get a snack, before taking a nap.
While she was busy being selfish, yet another egg started to rock. It wiggled to and fro, not too slow yet not too fast. Brown eyes focused on it as the slight movement lulled her into a slight trance. She wondered what it was like. Hatching from an egg. Was it dark and cold? Or dark and warm? The assumed the latter, due to the heat of the sands. Could they see a bit of light through the shell? Could they breathe in there? The egg cracked some and stopped.
Curious.
Tasia pondered. Was the dragon tired. She tried to guess what it would be.
Another pink.
Or a green. She wasn't really sure.
Her question was answered though, when the baby punched a hole through it's little captive egg. This one didn't as much tumble out, as it did slink. Ooh. A slinky one. A cyan at that. Slowly, the Cyan's numbers were creeping up. But this one was not as bright nor as eye blinding as some of it's kind. No. she was a darker color. More of a muted aquamarine than a bright cyan. But it was still a nice color. She bet that she was the color the Lake took in the winter.
She didn't take too long when it came to impressing. She paused and watched them, sure. But some of her siblings who hatched prior to her still hadn't made up their minds. She seemed sharp and thoughtful, as she looked over all the girls. Tasia wondered who she was looking for. Could it be her? No. She wasn't sure how a thoughtful dragon and her would get on. Tasia herself was already to often lost in her own head. Surely it wouldn't do well for the both of them to be pondering silly miniscule things. But no. She walked to another girl and impressed. Tasia clapped as enthusiastically as she could in her current state. She really would have to congratulate all the new riders.
Tasia looked to the sands. There were still the Iron and the Purple. And of course, there were still eggs. Though the number was dwindling. Glancing over, she looked at gray Noyth. She had one left as well. Hopefully, it was not a dud. Tasia could only imagine how sad that would be.
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Post by Admin on Jan 23, 2011 5:23:44 GMT -5
I got out of bed today, swear to God I couldn't see my face, I got out of bed today staring at a ghost, Who forgot to float away, didn't have all that much to say, Wouldn't even tell me his own name.
One of the eggs that the purple had tried to hide began to crack. Its mottled gray shell chipped and splintered until, at long last, a small, very dark gray form slipped out. He was black, in truth, and most of the time, he would look like one, but if you put him next to another of his black brothers, you could tell the difference. His hide was a fine, dark dove gray, rimmed and glossed with a finish of thick black. His eyes were nearly as dark as his hide, swirling a deep, stormy gray-blue. Without moving a limb or wing, he swung his head around to survey what was before him. Nothing stirred his interest. Nothing stirred him to move beyond where he had been safely born. He simply cataloged everything, recording it so that even he, a mere dragon, would be able to recall it on his own for days to come. In opinion, he remained perfectly and utterly neutral, outwardly calm.
The purple had no such neutrality. He was going, going, and gone! He raced towards the candidates and then along them, lowering his head to have more speed in his awkward gait. He'd grow into his long limbs, and they at least meant he only had to oddly hop half the time, but right then, he couldn't be bothered to deal with them! Though he passed very close to each candidate, he didn't touch a single one of them. No scene would be made. No, for the time being, he would mind his manners. In truth, he was not the most loyal of beasts, nor necessarily the most polite. However, he had just enough touches of paranoia, as shown before, to keep himself safe, as well as those around him. Of course, in direct opposite all of that, he was a speed demon and a bit of a nasty thief. After his run down the line, he grabbed Lorryn's shoe off his feet and darted on passed.
Leaping towards another boy, the purple narrowly avoided running into him as he scurried around the older fellow to hide behind his legs for safety. The dragonet let out a loud trill, but the sound was muffled by the shoe in his mouth, so he resorted to something that came natural for him. He spoke. D'ji, your Hermeth stole something. Now you have to hide him, because we're going to be together forever. His voice was light and wild, full of freedom and bits of humor. A blood oath gleamed in his multifaceted eyes, his gaze enough to express the bond he knew was between them for all of time. His rider was his other half. His partner in crime. There was a touch of childishness to his stare, as he looked up at D'ji with hope, but that would fade. His rowdy, darty demeanor would not, but he would grow. He might even learn that stealing wasn't polite.
The egg partnered to the black's old home broke in half. With a shake of her damp head and a rustle of her useless wings, a green emerged. Her hide was a patchwork of shades. Some were dark; others were bright. Some were as fair as a spring day. She glanced to her brother. Compared to the stony, calm look he gave her, the green's gaze was stormy and wild. She flicked her tail, a long appendage that was splotched and splattered with all the shades of her body, at him and then snorted. She picked herself up and darted away, hopping and leaping to make her way on curved, slender limbs. Approaching the candidates, she twined about the iron, making him stiffen and stop his search. Her head briefly paused right next to his, staring him in the eye. She clicked her teeth once, watched him blink, and then winked back. Then she pulled away.
The green briefly backpedaled, moving closer to the few remaining eggs than the candidates. Her eyes slid from one to the next. For how many dragons were left, there were plenty of options. Despite that, the green was not truly pleased. To be pleased was not in her nature. Happy, perhaps, but she was as tempestuous as the wind on a bad day. She needed only one of the candidates. The rest were only worthy of a bit of play, some light teasing. Her rider was her only one, her truth, and her existence. With care to remain light on her unforgiving new feet, she approached the candidates. She twined around Corian, then Featon, then Lorryn, Ceian, and finally Varan. Then she moved onto the girls. Hers was not a boy. She found Tasia intriguing and circled her a few times, flicking her tail this way and that, carefully placing her feet as she circled the candidate.
The iron was not impressed with his sister's show or temperamental attitude. He was a bit surprised by it, but he was not impressed by it in the slightest. He supposed that yes, maybe, she was a bit interesting. After all, she was a nice creature, and perhaps more intelligent than his brother, an individual who he would faithfully follow through much of his stupidity. Still, he had more important business to which he needed to attend. After the green moved on to the candidates, he looked passed her, returning to observing the boys now that Zeuth had Impressed to one of them. He knew that Zeuth's rider was not for him, so he had to find the appropriate individual for himself. His strategy was very reserved compared to that of his siblings. He didn't just know who it was, and he refused to simply go about prodding and poking them. He kept his distance.
However, in the end, the iron still managed to choose the right boy. He felt awkward doing it, trying to select the mind for him, but once his choice was made, he moved swiftly forward, manner assured and confident. Once he had decided, it was easy to act with purpose and resoluteness. F'ton, I am yours. Your Poseith also needs to keep an eye on Zeuth. He has a good heart, but I do not believe he is, how to put it? Entirely right in the head; the iron said, voice clear and rolling. It was evenly paced, rhythmic though it lacked tone or any true musical quality. He stood resolutely before his rider, aware of a hunger in his midsection but unsure of how to act upon it. Though a King, and quite confident when he moved, he was not the sort of individual who gave out orders. He was too quiet for that, a loner except with for Zeuth, and more than a touch awkward.
There was only one of Kalith's eggs left, along with one other from Noyth's clutch. On the sands with them were only two dragonets, the green and the black. The green continued her twining and harassment of the candidates, careful about everything but the feelings of those not attached to her. To be daring was in her nature. The black was watching the latest Impressors, from the cyan to the iron, seeming to consider the process as he memorized each pair. When he felt he had learned all of their features, he turned to watch his sister, making no move to approach the candidates or find his rider. He was not even truly interested in his sister. They had gone their separate ways upon hatching, but he understood her. To him, she was simple. It was the others that were complicated, so he took no sides. Time would pass, but he was content to remain there.
Where oh where'd my body go? Africa or Mexico? Where or where'd my body go? And where'd my body go?
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Post by Lan on Jan 23, 2011 7:12:09 GMT -5
Life moves on, and as such so did the hatching. The two whites impressed one right after another and Featon was slowly feeling the more immediate effects of the deaths fade. Especially since one of the whites, a sparkling one that was quite obscenely bright, impressed to Emrin. That would make him happy. Echelon chirruped a hello to the infant white and then, after giving Emrin one more snug, flitted his way back to Featon's shoulder. With death came life... and with life death. Such a cycle was obvious yet not always expected. Featon smiled at the boy and the man holding him, then looked out to the sands again.
Now the bronze and the iron had trekked over to the boys' side and Featon watched them with a quiet, calm gaze. They were the kings of the Weyr, he had been told, and as such they deserved almost as much respect as the queens that ruled. It seemed like such an awfully large responsibility, coming from a dolphineer apprentice with a father that cared more for sport than actually being in charge of anything. Even his mother had a stoic and pragmatic demeanor, accepting of life's menial chores and, sometimes, even delighting in them... not that anyone else saw it but the observant son she had raised. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't really expected to be placed in a position where being a dragonrider, or anything other than a fisherman or a dolphineer, was even possible. It was like his first day at the Weyr all over again.
The bronze impressed to a young man about Featon's age, and that left a mischievous purple, the calm and observant iron, and the stoic black. However, soon the purple had impressed to another of the young men beside Featon, and with the hatching of a green there were three dragonets out of the clutch left on the sands. It was kind of serene, really. Like the little details of life after a storm that just keep lingering on as if the day would never end. Chances of him being chosen, he knew, were not exactly the highest. Maybe the black would choose him? However, the thought was dispelled as the flirty green twined her way around his calves. Would she choose him? No... she went off to flirt with other candidates. He sighed and Echelon gave a sympathetic hum. He guessed he shouldn't really have been all that anxious to impress. Some of these candidates had seen several hatchings and not been chosen, and this was merely his first! However, just before the disappointment was about to set in prematurely, he heard a clear and steady voice in his head.
F'ton, I am yours. Your Poseith also needs to keep an eye on Zeuth. He has a good heart, but I do not believe he is, how to put it? Entirely right in the head...
Featon blinked and looked in front of him where the iron from before stood strong and sturdy before him. What? His Poseith? It didn't quite seem possible. But... Poseith was a king! Featon was not a king! He was a dolphineer just short of his journeyman status. He lived amongst dolphins and dwelled in the sea... not with dragons in the large Weyrs of dragonmen. And, certainly, not anywhere in the proximity of a queen! Could F'ton? He would have to see.
Echelon hummed in approval, and as F'ton knelt in front of Poseith the little blue flit stretched out to touch noses with the larger, yet younger creature. For all the craziness that had transpired, there was something right about this moment. The new ironrider held out a steady hand to rub affectionately on the dragonet's neck, not needing words to emphasize the entire heart-warming thrill and love that was seeping out of his very pores. Yes, this was right. Poseith was right.
Already attuned to Echelon's little mannerisms, F'ton noticed too that Poseith's stomach was in need of filling. He stood again, smiling at Poseith like the dumb little kid he had been when he had fallen in love with that girl not two years before, and nodded with his head over to where there was food. Shall we get you something to eat? He asked mentally, picking it up rather quickly due to the fact that most parts of any conversations he imagined having with other people took place in his head. At least, with Poseith, he wouldn't have to have a sensor. Then we can keep an eye on Zeuth there? F'ton was never very good at discerning himself from the "we" of whatever company he kept.
Where you go, I shall follow. The young iron conceded, although he silently was glad about the idea. He followed along at F'ton's heels, although he would not be compared to a puppy. He was an iron still, despite his being somewhat awkward with giving orders like a king should. Like the human he was melded to, he was silent and passive, but he also knew who and what he was. F'ton sighed, a happy sigh now, and delighted in the mental presence of the iron next to him gently pressing against his thoughts. It was like... being in the same room with his mother. True, he hadn't know Poseith for very long, but it felt the same. Like a mutual exchange of two souls. He rather liked it. It was weird, yes, but it was a good sort of weird. The alien presence might even take getting entirely used to, but it was something he was willing to work at.
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Post by kitsufox on Jan 23, 2011 10:19:50 GMT -5
Lorryn stared across the sands, trying to catch back up with the happenings. The white had impressed what seemed as suddenly as they had hatched. The purple, whose color Lorryn simply wasn't familiar enough to identify as small, spilled from his egg and scrambled across the sands. A bronze and a iron were still on the sands, standing as tall and nobel as their colors suggested they should. The bronze impressed with a decisiveness that suggested he might have been claiming his rider only so that the little iron dragonet might not have a chance to "steal" him.
More than anything Lorryn wanted to be the subject of the look the dragons seemed to always give at the moment of impression. But their were hardly any eggs left, making him worry that he might have to wait for another clutch and another chance. He swept his eyes over the sands once more, trying to count the eggs that still remained. Because he was counting he noticed as the lithe gray-teal cyan hatched. She didn't waste any time, though, and selected a girl to be hers. Cyan really was an interesting color, this one reminding him of an expanse of water.
One of the eggs the purple had hidden behind cracked and a black (Lorryn thought it was black, but it might have been gray who was extremely dark) stood where the egg had been. The creature looked around, unusually calm compared to the majority of dragonets who had hatched so far. Especially the purple, who was now bounding towards the candidates. For a few moments Lorryn thought he might hurt someone, but he showed a care that made Lorryn smile. Until the little thief snagged his shoe. For several undignified moments Lorryn tried to give chase. Something that was a bad idea on hot sands that where uncomfortable at best though shoes and completely unbearable when you had one bear foot. "Bring that back!" Lorryn's voice betrayed the pain and discomfort as he attempted to hobble and hop-foot after the creature. He only made it a few hops before he was lying in the sands and trying to keep any bare or ill-clothed parts of his body from resting too long on it.
With all the excitement he didn't notice the green hatch. He was too busy glaring at the shoe-theif who'd impressed someone else. What was it with dragonets treating him like a toy! He finally noticed the green when she wove amongst the male candidates like a cat. But she, too, decided he was unworthy and moved on to examine the girls. And while that was happening the Iron impressed. Lorryn counted again. Two. Just two left. And two already hatched, he thought. Four chances, assuming both eggs would hatch.
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Post by Zane on Jan 23, 2011 13:01:05 GMT -5
The iron impressed, and the purple followed. Then a cyan even popped-out and headed straight to Hers. Tristen stared at the remaining eggs, as if willing them to crack just with the strength of her mind. When two did, one revealing a black, and the other a green-she kept from putting a hand to her head. The black certainly wouldn’t choose her, and the green? It raced about, skirting Tasia—uh-oh... There was only her and another girl standing, and Tristen moved as to avoid the green dragonet. It was flighty, just like all of the other greens she’d seen about the Weyr. She aimed a frown at the other girl, Naima, hoping she wouldn’t be trying to avoid the dragonet like she was. She cringed at its... overbearing, hyperactive, persona. The black didn’t seem to be doing much of anything, though she willed it to come over and lead the green over to the boys’ side. There was at least an option or two over there. Maybe the green was just having her fun on this side of the sands? She bit her lip, feeling as if every fibre of her being was dragging her away to the hatching tunnel. Could she make it there in time? She shot another distressed look at Naima, taking a few steps even further away in the opposite direction. Shards.
What had possessed her to come on out here, she was trying to recall, because as of right now she wished to be up in the stands. The mind was supposed to be powerful with dragons, wasn’t it? She mentally pushed them all away from her, making a beeline for the hatching tunnel. Oh man, she probably looked incredibly stupid right about now, but she didn’t care. Her destiny clearly wasn’t here, and she wasn’t sure she wanted it to be anymore. She’d simply go on to the Hall, like Alden wished, like her whole family had wished—save maybe her biological mother. When she tripped and fell over her own foot, she put her arms out in front of her to break her fall. She stayed there for a moment, on her hands in knees in the sand, her hair slipping over her shoulders to curtain both sides of her face. What was she doing? She took a deep breath to calm herself, like she had to do many times before, and flipped over so that she was sitting on the hot sand. She was far enough away from that green, and the group of girls.
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Post by Gray on Jan 23, 2011 14:50:31 GMT -5
And then another took it's first steps into life. The black was cute. Or was it a gray? She wasn't sure. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she tried to get a better look at him. He compared him to Noyth, and to the blacks she had seen so far. Hm. He was a black. She was sure of it. He was pretty though. Dove gray was a color she enjoyed quite a bit. It made her think of just a little after twilight, when night was finally starting to take over they sky, stealing day away on soft feet. It wasn't his turn to impress though.
She turned just as the Purple started to make his move. He seemed to be the mischievous sort. She watched him, her lips remaining a thin line. They started to twitch into a light smile though. His gait was just too funny! It was even more hilarious when he stole a shoe. Oh he was going to be trouble. He impressed rather quickly after that. Probably looking for asylum, the silly thing.
The hatching was coming to an end, and the eggs were hatching in rapid succession of one another. This time, it was a green. Oh, she was curious looking. Tasia tilted her head, taking in all the varying shades that splotched her form. She was a sassy little thing. Tasia watched her with amusement as she started to dart around the candidates. But when it was her turn, she wasn't quite sure what to do. She watched the green circle her, and raised an eyebrow. She was so preoccupied by that, she almost missed the impression. She only noticed when others started clapping. There were only four dragons left. Far to few for everyone to impress.
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Post by shimmer on Jan 23, 2011 16:35:22 GMT -5
As the red and copper continued their battle, Mayalene found herself mentally cheering for the little sub queen. It was willing to take on a larger, more powerful creature in order to avenge the wrongful death of its fellows. That was something she could admire.
And then, the copper was gone.
It had broken free of its sister's grasp and made a break for the candidates... only to vanish between after the first three steps. She did not feel particularly sorry for it. Though she was hesitant to say it deserved to die, it had only just finished delivering the same fate to its two much weaker siblings.
Copper Kalith was screaming, but Mayalene felt little other than contempt for the great queen. She had not lifted so much as a claw to help her other daughters, even as they were brutally murdered right in front of her eyes. What made that little queen so much more special than they? She turned her attention back to the red, watching silently as it interacted with a bronze and iron (she hadn't seen them hatch, it must have been when she was distracted by the fight) before impressing to a girl who (surprise surprise) she did not know.
She watched them silently until, sensing something moving towards her, she turned to see a rather chubby pink impress to one of the remaining girls. It was a pretty little creature, even if it was overweight.
Before long, however, her attention was back on the two whites, strange and fascinating as they were. The sparkling female seemed sad, unenergetic. It sulked, seeming to ignore the concern of her rainbow friend. And then, its mood changed yet again, bouncing back into happiness as Noyth swatted it.
The little white began to move through the candidates again, hissing and snapping at one girl in a seemingly uncharacteristic burst of anger before moving over to the boys and finally impressing to one who was being hugged by an older man. He seemed quite upset; the little white would bring him much needed comfort.
One impression was quickly followed by another, the sparklewhite's rainbow brother choosing another strange boy. Now that the previous focus of her attention was removed from the sands, she turned back to the eggs, watching as yet another hatched to reveal a small purple. An awkward, gangly creature possessing an attractive hide patterned with bands of dark and light. It hid behind the remaining eggs for a bit before finally swaggering over to the candidates.
Mayalene had seen many purples before, and thus, the little hatchling only held her attention until something more interesting came along. The bronze had impressed. She turned, glancing curiously at the boy it had bonded to. Yet another person she did not know. She supposed, much as she found the idea uncomfortable, that she should get to know more people.
But aside from sparking a (VERY small) desire to interact with others, the bronze's impression wasn't all that interesting. Icy blues turned back to the eggs, one of which was currently rocking. It was a fairly average egg, unique and oddly beautiful in its plainness. It stopped suddenly, just as cracks began to appear in the shell, then after a minute or so, it split open to reveal a grayish teal creature. A cyan.
An awfully calm dragon, she seemed to be. Mayalene found herself entranced as the little creature sat there, eyes closed and swaying gently. She was so beautiful.
Eventually, she got up and moved towards the female candidates, only to sit yet again as she observed them. And then she was moving again. Moving towards her, to be precise.
MayaleneMine. Hmm, that's pretty. MaaaaayyyyaleeeeeeneMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. The hatchling had twined itself about her legs, yet the contact didn't bother her nearly so much as would be expected. It felt so right, the little cyan being there. Your Seleneth's stomach is making some queer noises.A feeling of hunger was beginning to build up inside her, likely coming from her new lifemate. We could eat, or we could watch. Or both. We could do both. It doesn't matter to your Seleneth. But it'd be nice to make the stomach rumblies go away soon, mhmm?
"Seleneth. Seleneth." it felt wonderful on her tongue, the sounds all gentle and flowing. "Come." The rest of the hatching was unimportant. Her dragon needed to be fed.
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Post by Admin on Jan 24, 2011 4:48:16 GMT -5
Stare into the sun, Stare into the sun, Stare into the sun, Stare into the sun.
The final egg of Kalith's hatching broke swiftly. It was a fair sized egg and the dragonet within its confines went at it with force. In a matter of moments, the shell cracked and then a head broke through the top. The dragonet twisted his freed neck, trying to get the rest of his body out. At first glance, or without a fair amount of knowledge, one might have mistaken him for a green, thanks to his shockingly bright hide. However, given that his size placed him above all but Zeuth, Poseith, Demeth, and Herath, a look at the facts would mark him as a viridian. Did one really not expect a color such as his to continue? He was there to join his sister, the third tan of Pern, and he had every intention of furthering his species and their fight. Struggling mightily against the goo and shell that held him, he finally broke free, surging forth as his egg shattered.
Ever so briefly, trying to settled his gawky legs beneath him, the viridian paused. He glanced towards his two siblings, looking at the black and the green. However, as soon as he acknowledged them, he turned to other things. His focus was resolute and unwavering. He looked to the candidates and there his eyes, glowing a brilliant mix of orange and red, stayed. Picking up his feet and bending his knees like a high-stepping horse, he began to march towards them. He was a vibrant creature, full of life. It was not necessarily joyous life, or pleasant life, but it was irrevocably life. Purposeful life. Dutiful life. He marched forth across the hot burning sands, stepping out beyond the shards of his egg. He marched to find his rider and food to eat. He marched for hope and liberty. He would march for peace the same as for war. He marched to every beat.
The green had decided that Tasia was not for her. She moved onto Naima, but her inspection and malicious teasing of the candidate was interrupted as the final individual in the scattered line tried to flee from her. Someone was scared of her? Behind her, she heard her mother growl, but the response from the green was far more mute. At first, she barely cared at all. In fact, she almost enjoyed the response. However, then she looked at it more seriously and it saddened. Only a touch, of course, but that was still something. It could have stirred a depression in her chest, but instead, it called her to action. She left Naima alone and stepped forward. She tilted her head to the side in question. The fleeing girl had tripped and tumbled into the sands. The green was not quite sure how to react. She had dropped her teasing, but her keen nature remained.
On careful feet, the green approached the fallen girl. She sensed confusion, then calm, and then confusion again. They were all not things she cared for, but there were other things, traits beneath those. She needed those. She need them, more than she needed anything else. Still, the choice, the act, was not so easy, because it could not be teased or tormented. She enjoyed those things, but in their measure. In their place. Right then, she acted, looking down at the girl a few feet in front of her. You're a fool, TristenMine; the dragonet chided. Her voice was soft, feminine, but she believed what she said. Her rider was foolish for thinking to run. Her Tristen was hers. Forever. A tease she might have been, but she was not so feckless as to be without loyalty. Don't you want your Calyth? Her voice was a slithering drawl, tempting and daring.
The viridian continued his march. It was a long walk for him and it did not have much scenery. That hardly bothered him. He ignored most of the candidates. He shot Ceian one glance, but that was it. To him, paying attention to things that did not effect his order or duties was not natural. It was a waste of time. Due to that, he marched only in search of his rider. Sadly, despite his determination and dedication to the task, he was not at all sure of who was his exactly at first. He knew there was one for him. He wasn't even exactly sure how he knew, but he did know that there was a rider for him. It was all a matter of finding the right candidate. His march led him right up to a lump on the ground. The pile of flesh forced him to stop and he blinked. It was a human and it was missing a shoe. Most irksome of all, the boy was just lying there in his way.
Get up, L'ryn. You should be making yourself useful at a time like this and you make a horrible blockade; the viridian ordered his rider, staring down at the boy. He didn't have the faintest clue the new weyrling as on the ground. It was not a good place to be and they had things to do! Duties to which they needed to attend! It was certainly no time for sleep, disregarding the fact that it was the middle of the night. Content to keep talking while his rider got up, the viridian went on to make a few mandates. You are expressly forbidden from liking anyone but your Helioth in the intervening months by my orders. However, once I find a suitable female, we will see about finding you one as well. Or a male. Yes, I think a boy would be much more appropriate. You can list future options, future, mind you, while you walk with me to get food. The viridian spared his rider's feelings little.
The last of the black sibling's had Impressed as he watched. He glanced towards Noyth's egg, but it had not yet stirred. There was nothing else for him to observe. With a deep breath, he rose. His calmness remained, but he was awkward on his feet. He hopped feebly forward, trying to maintain his balance as best he could but stumbling and tripping as he went. Thankfully, he knew which candidate he wanted. He had seen each one, so he knew which one was destined for him. He was not jealous of his brothers and sisters. He was jealous of the humans least of all. In the end, he only need one other half to love. That was enough for him. He was content with that. Nothing before him would stir him from his neutrality. That would take a great act. To make him jealous would require even more. He was content with his singular partner in life.
Bumbling right up to her, he Impressed without any to do. Perhaps it would be a disappointed that, after all of his brothers and sisters, he would end it so simply, but he hardly cared. To be flamboyant was beyond him. If he fell into such mannerisms, it would make his morality. He was the historian, the recorders, and the mediator, nothing more and nothing less. Bias and extremes would sour his life. It would be short in the span of all of the history as it was, no need for him to taint it. 'til death do we part, NaimaMine; the black said, the barest touches of humor to his joke. He spoke softly, a quiet and unobtrusive presence in her mind. He leaned lightly against her legs and looked about himself. Your Thanath needs to go over there. I need to see food. He didn't say it as an order, merely as a necessary, something that needed to happen.
Kalith's clutch had hatched. The last of the dragonets had Impressed. Her hatching was done. The copper eyed the crowd, wanting to make them leave. She was perfectly silent, though, deadly silent. Deathly silent. She couldn't make anyone leave until Noyth agreed to it as well. Actually, she could, but more than that, Fajra wished to remain. The Weyrwoman's sister had Impressed and she wanted to see what Noyth's second egg hatched. She glanced from the weyrlings to the gray's final egg and then back again. Remind F'del and Altith; she said, the weyrlingmaster pair briefly entering her mind. In response to the request, Kalith didn't even move. She was not speaking to anyone right then. Glancing at the copper, Fajra sighed through pursed lips. She felt a headache developing as her dragon's angry mood soured her own.
Got a few tears to dry, Before these blue shade days are gone, And I can stare into the sun, I'm gonna swim in seas of green.
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Post by kitsufox on Jan 24, 2011 9:40:53 GMT -5
For a few seconds the voice in his mind and the size of the dragonet confused Lorryn. It was larger by a good bit than most of the greens, and greens were females. Then his mind caught up and he was able to recall an obscure bit of news about the viridian mutation. He rose to his feet, balancing unsteadilly on one foot as he listened to the dragon talk. Everyone seemed to feel the need to tell him what to do! Even his dragon. "I tripped." He told the creature awkwardly. So far nothing had gone as expected at the Weyr, and Helioth was no exception. He knew he should be able to communicate with the dragon silently, and trusted that he would be heard. "We'll find you food. But you're not tossing my friends out." There was no way he would abandon Carradog, C'dog, to chase blue around on his own while trying to keep that blue dragon in line.
We shall see. The dragon gave him a demanding push, almost taking L'ryn off his feet. Then the two were off, traveling together for the first time, with Helioth striding boldly and L'ryn hop-skipping unevenly as he tried to keep his bare foot from the sand. It wouldn't be long now before they would soar over Pern together. You're responsible for me. Let the bluerider's dragon be responsible for his own. You are mine.
Maybe not what L'ryn had expected, but certainly better than runners. And the chance of his father coming to force him back to the hold was gone. If he tried, he'd have to face down Helioth and L'ryn wished him luck with that.
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Post by Gray on Jan 24, 2011 14:22:18 GMT -5
Tasia was to busy reveling in the attentions of the green to notice the viridian hatching. Surely, this was the dragon for her. Tasia could see herself now, on the back of her loyal green, singing thread that dared threaten their home and the homes of others. But alas it was not to be. Tasia' assumptions were wrong, and the green frolicked off to prod other candidates. She even impressed!
Tasia seethed a bit, shooting a vicious glare at Tristen. She had stole her dragon. She grumbled to herself a bit, crossing her arms over her chest. The green eyed monster of jealousy had a tight hold on her. What was wrong with her? Was Tasia not good enough? Or not as good? Her anger did not last long. Calm, cool logic took it's place. She had been cut. She had been measured. And she had been found wanting.
She would have to change herself. Make herself more appealing. Already Tasia was thinking about her faults. Wait. No. That wouldn't work. That would be lying. She wouldn't want to lie to a baby dragon, and offend it. Hmm. Perhaps it would just be persistent. Or perhaps she was just not cut out to be a dragonrider. As she pondered, the viridian impressed. She looked up barely in time for the grayish-black to impress.
She clapped rather hard, trying to catch up for those she missed, or those she was to mad to congratulate. She felt a bit silly now. Kalith's clutch was done though, and Noyth only had one left. The night was coming to it's end, and she had to wonder. Would there be time for a nap? Or would she have to do chores right away?
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Post by nagini on Jan 24, 2011 16:14:30 GMT -5
Naima didn’t notice the viridian making his way to the boys—she had been too distracted by the splotchy green that was inspecting her. The dragonet was beautiful, but Naima didn’t like her very much. There was something in her that she found very off-putting. Naima was happy with she Impressed another girl.
Once that was over with, Naima watched as the viridian sought and Impressed the boy who’d gotten his shoe stolen. Like with the other Impressions, Naima clapped, and as she looked at the boy’s face while he got back on his feet, she kept trying to figure out if this was indeed her cousin. She hadn’t seen him in a while, but he did look like the right kid.
Well, either way, I’ll find out, Naima thought as the pair left. Maybe she could find them later during the feast and confirm it, but there wasn’t much of a rush for it. She wasn’t going anywhere and neither were they.
The last of Kalith’s clutch, however, was going somewhere. The black dragonet’s clumsy walk was something Naima found adorable and admirable at the same time. She liked how straight-forward he was being about the whole thing. The straight-forwardness of where he was going was something she hadn’t been prepared for though.
And then his voice was in her head: 'Til death do we part, NaimaMine.
She was surprised at how soft it was. It made her think of the multi-colored cloth from that odd dream she’d had before Ellebee’d woken her. It sent shivers down her spine—not because he frightened her or anything but because she was excited and glad that something so wonderful had chosen her. She couldn’t imagine anything about him that she could possibly. Even his name she loved instantly.
Thanath’s next words snapped her back into the present. ”Food,” Naima whispered unconsciously. ”Of course...”
Her legs trembled, but she managed to walk without falling over. She wouldn’t have cared if she did though. Naima felt wholly content. All was right as far as she was concerned, and even if she was wrong, she didn’t care. She had Thanath. She barely even noticed when Ellebee appeared beside her and climbed onto her shoulders.
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Post by Birdy on Jan 24, 2011 19:15:55 GMT -5
[/i][/color] It didn't matter to her if the red was large and deadly and covered in ichor, it didn't matter that she had just singlehandedly killed the next copper Queen of Dalibor weyr, all that mattered was that she had done it; she was a dragon rider. She grinned, only slightly, but it was there. "Of course I will stay with you Herath, and we will be family and Peradimnal, Daresschary, Nyetatis, and Samsereniss will be our family as well. I suppose you need to eat after all of that exercise?" Avna laid a hand on the dragonet's head, walking over towards where the food was. "And I will see to it that you are patched up as well, the Copper put up quite a fight,"Avna felt a little guilty, speaking so nonchalantly about the young Queens death the dragonet had done serious damage to her Herath, Herath could have been the one that betweened. "That was why you killed the Queen then, for family? She was your family too," Avna looked fondly at the red even though her question was asked in a serious manner. Herath narrowed her eyes, She killed my sisters, it was only fair that she die as well. If there were two of her I would have killed her again to make it equal. It was not right that she lived while my sisters died, Herath replied sharply. Besides, she could have killed another one, the red added, sitting down now that they had reached the tables. The other dragonets were there, all sitting with Theirs, Herath ate ravenously, eyes whirling as she looked at all of the dragonets around her. Her tail flicked with annoyance at Areith, she knew what he had done even if it had been before she hatched. A low hiss escaped between mouthfuls of food and Avna raised an eyebrow. "If you keep eating like that you'll choke and then what will I do? Chew! And surely you're full now?" Avna said sternly, letting Herath take another mouthful before pulling the bucket away. Licking her chops, the red wrapped her tail around Hers protectively hissing at any that came too close but otherwise remaining quite calm and watching the remainder of the hatching with Hers. [/size][/ul]
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Post by kyrillion on Jan 25, 2011 2:24:50 GMT -5
Just when things were beginning to feel relatively normal again, the copper queen broke free of her shell and stepped out onto the sands. Gallen watched with mounting confusion and dismay as she chased down and set upon two of her sisters, sending them both promptly between. And that was when the red from before, the color from which such violence might have been expected, turned away from the Candidates with fury and vengeance in her eyes – it didn’t take a ‘mindreader’ to see that. The two queens fought savagely, and Gallen could see nothing else – not the white from before, that had sat on him and cheered him up with her playful innocence. Not the second white that had gone to join her, or the kings that were born right into the middle of the fighting. And then the copper was betweening, as well, and he could feel Kalith’s rage, so overwhelming it seemed tangible, and he staggered back a few steps in shock. He wondered idly, cynically, why she hadn’t reacted in such a way for any of her other children – and furthermore why no one had intervened, had tried to stop them. They were children! You didn’t allow children to throw tantrums, to pitch fits. But of course, dragons were different, though the knowledge brought him no comfort. Different seemed like such a poor excuse. That awful keening had started up again, rent from the dozens of dragons who had watched the spectacle, and the boy felt sick to his stomach even as the Hatching continued on.
The red turned back to the girls, then, and found her rider; she was covered in ichor, and looked to be in quite a bit of pain, but at least it seemed she wouldn’t follow her sisters between. He sympathized with her, in spite of what she’d done; there was nothing wrong with vengeance, as he understood it. So many people were so quick to condemn it, but he’d always found it to be quite productive. Motivating, certainly; but this was all very much beside the point, wasn’t it? He was letting the emotions running rampant in the cavern get to him, distract him. And so, with one last glance at the red and her new rider, he returned his attention to the Sands. The remaining hatchlings seemed surprisingly unaffected by what they had witnessed, and where already headed about their business again. A pink Impressed, followed by the little white and her self-appointed, multi-colored guardian – and the last to that holder-boy he remembered from a few turns ago, Abalan. He was in the middle of trying to puzzle out what his post-Impression name would be – A’ban, A’lan, Ab’lan? – when some movement down the line of leftover males caught his eye. It was then that he truly noticed the iron and the bronze; he’d caught sight of them as they’d hatched, sure, but his attention had been consumed by other things. By the time he’d collected himself, they must have moved out of his line of sight. The bronze, for all his sauntering about and acting every bit the lord (even overacting, perhaps), nevertheless seemed willing to get Impression over with fairly quickly. He knew what he wanted; his movements were efficient and decisive, and they took him unerringly to a very surprised, very nonplussed Gallen.
G'len, your Zeuth requires food and washing; [/color] The voice that intruded upon his thoughts was very much like a human’s; rich with subtleties and hidden meanings and emotion, and Gallen eagerly drank it in. There was certainly a lot of bravado, on the surface, to match his attitude - but that was only one of many layers, and the boy had already busied himself picking them all apart. He could hear firm resolve, beneath the confidence; a true potential to give commands, and the will to see them carried out, even if the bronze wasn't quite the be-all-end-all king he fancied himself. But somewhere deep down the bronze recognized that fact, acknowledged the truth. Zeuth knew what he was, even if he'd never say it aloud, and Gallen could sense that, too. And dancing underneath it all was a certain playfulness, a happy mischief, and this more than anything drew the boy to the dragon, made his heart race and sent a genuine, agenda-free grin sweeping across his face. But he’d called him ‘G’len’ – was that what he was stuck with? “G’len? Really? I’m not too sure about that…" I am. Just as I am sure that you will see to my needs with all appropriate haste. Food and washing, MineOwn.[/color] The bronze reminded him haughtily, with a bit of a patronizing undercurrent thrown in because already he knew it would infuriate his rider. Gallen – G’len, now, if this silly creature before him was to be believed – arched an eyebrow in surprise and smiled in spite of himself. Two could play at that game. Turning, his mop of golden curls indicating the edge of the cavern, he gave the hatchling a little mock-bow.
“Right this way, your Highness.” And that was that - Zeuth eyed his rider with faint disapproval and thinly disguised affection as the pair set off towards the food and the crowd of previously-Impressed. The bronze with his head held high and the boy with his hands nonchalantly in his pockets, masking his surprise. What a silly affair this was turning out to be, Gallen thought to himself as they went – he couldn’t fathom why the bronze Casanova had chosen him, but he was sure he’d enjoy picking apart his psyche to find out. High up above them, sharing a ledge with Faibeth, he could faintly see Gaige laughing at him. [/size]
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Post by Reky on Jan 25, 2011 12:19:57 GMT -5
Emrin felt something around his neck that felt very similar to Honey. It wasn't Honey, though, because Honey was bigger this firelizard. He didn't care that it wasn't Honey, though. This flit was just as welcome. He was so happy to have it and Djordji here right now. They were so nice. All this death and stuff had him worried that everything in the world was bad. They were dark thoughts for an eleven-turn-old. He felt better now, though, with hugs from a flit and a nice man. Much better.
Then, something happened. He didn't see the glittery white come up to him. He only noticed her once she wiggled her way in between him and Djordji, and then... Emrin paused, eyes wide, looking down at the little dragon. Was that her he was hearing in his head? She was so happy! He soaked in every single rapid-fire word. He was squished by her and he didn't care. MINEOWN! I found you! I was wondering why you were letting all the water out of your body, but there is no reason to be feeling so sad! I am here, of course of course! Everything is all better now! This is so exciting! I was trying to figure out why I was looking for you - who is hugging you? I LOVE HIM. E'rinMine, please tell him I LOVE HIM! I am sorry I wasn't here to make you stop... Ummm, why is there water coming down your face? OH, LOVEFACEMINE YOU HAVE TO MEET MY BEST FRIEND! OH, is that YOUR little Blue thing?! Your Jarith LOVES YOU! Do you love me? I GLITTER! Isn't it neat?! Come out of the love pile and meet him! [/i] E'rin was stunned. He pulled himself away from Djordji, watching Jarith as she stepped out of the love pile and looked around. His Jarith. And he was her E'rin. He couldn't believe it! It was crazy! He'd got a dragon! A happy dragon! A smile wormed its way across his face. His eyes were still wet and teary, but he was so happy he couldn't even describe it. He wanted to cry some more, he was so happy. Jarith was so perfect, and so cute! "J-Jarith?" he said, testing out her name. "Jarith, I-- oh!" He turned to Djordji, beaming. "She, um, said she loves you, by the way! And I love her!" He looked back at the glittery little white. "Oh, Jarith--"Oh.... MINE I MAKE MUSIC WITH MY BODY! Why is it doing that? Oh, listen, maybe it will do it again!?[/i] She was staring at her tummy. E'rin laughed. "Jarith, that's not music! That's your tummy growling!" he said, still smiling. His cheeks hurt, but he didn't care. "You're hungry! You need food! C'mon, we'll get you food."Food... YES! Food! Hungry! HUNGRYLOVEMINE, let's go get food! In my tummy! Oh, hey hey hey, LoveMine! You have to meet him! My best friend! You do you do you do! He's a rainbow! I'm neater, I glitter, but he's RAINBOW! He's the best! I LOVE HIM. I LOVE YOU.[/i] Jarith wiggled around, brimming with energy. She liked how she sparkled when she moved! "I love you, too, Jarith! Oh-- That's your friend over there?" He saw that the rainbow-white had Impressed, and clapped. "We can meet him at the food!"FRIEND AND FOOD AND LOVE.[/i] "Yeah! And then--" E'rin gasped. He saw a purple, right there, right by him, Jarith and Djordji. The purple's eyes were all rainbowy. He'd Impressed to the nice man! "Oh my shells!" E'rin squeaked. "Congratulations, mister! Wow!"Jarith inspected the purple, and how big and bright he was, and how he had a shoe in his mouth. That was silly... but fun! Here eyes opened wide and she wiggled her behind and let out a very loud, cheery, I LOVE YOU. BUT I NEED TO FIND MY FRIEND, right into the purple's mind. With that, she bounced off, and E'rin scrambled after her. --- X'ni was perplexed. He wasn't sure what to think of this. Emma had actually Impressed! He hadn't been sure that Enlith's plan would have actually worked, but it did, and now they had a dragonrider for a son! The only thing was, though, that this dragonrider son rode a sparkley female white. That wasn't very manly. It was a rare colour, though, and no one had ever seen a white that glittered... Hm. He'd have to think about this one. He was pretty sure F'lan would be elated, though. Maybe F'lan would even cry. He was such an emotional mother. The pair, though, was interested in meeting this tiny white. Minds working in strange ways, interpreting things as others probably wouldn't, X'ni and Enlith watched their kid and his dragon leave to find food. They were smug, though. Their plan had worked. Of course it had! It was a brilliant plan, after all.[/size][/blockquote]
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