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Post by Admin on Feb 8, 2011 22:47:20 GMT -5
There you go making my heart beat again, Heart beat again, heart beat again, There you go making me feel like a kid, Won't you do it and do it one time?
Fahra felt each high. Each low. Every cracking reached her ears. No Impression escaped her frantic eyes. Despite that, nothing touched the candidate. Nothing tore her down. Nothing hurt her. It was all a gamble. That was what a weyrbrat had to understand. Some strove to do mommy and daddy proud. She didn't care about that. No, no, she simply wanted to Impress and she had all the time in the world. The death of the green? The violence? Beyond her capabilities, but not beyond the capabilities of life. If she was pressed, she would punch. Why would anyone expect better of a dragon? She didn't. She offered no moral judgment on the dragonets that passed before her. Some she knew weren't for her. Some she thought she might be. That was the gambler of her, but she really knew better than that. She knew that it was the dragonet that picked the rider.
The hatching was certainly exciting. A tan and a mean iridescent black were better than anything Bay ever had. The sight of what her sister's dragon could do made her swell with pride. The death keen hurt, but it was a noise you had to know in the Weyr. It was something that made you fight on through it all. Thread was coming and they would fight! Like cards in the air! A new green, a living green, was nosing through the candidates, the black, no threat to Fahra, not in her mind, not enough to bring her down, and Fahra turned to look at the little, slight creature. When the dragonet licked her, she giggled. It tickled. Her hope didn't swell up, but something else did. Love. Acknowledgment. Excitement. Acceptance. Energy. Hope. Most importantly, drama and chaos. It all welled up, some of it from her, some of it from someone else. It rose so quickly up in her.
Oh, FahraMiiiiiine! Your Eriputh is heeeerrreeeee! The green's voice was a dramatic trill. It wasn't overly loud, but it certainly wasn't easy to ignore. Fahra grinned down at the dragonet. 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. The new weyrling grinned wider, her face splitting from ear to ear. There was no feeling like Impression, but that wasn't even what mattered. Fahra had a dragon, and even more importantly than that, it was Eriputh. Her one and only Eriputh. Her perfectly dastardly green. The color barely crossed her mind. The weyrbrat had no ambition to be a Queenrider or anything of the sort. A wingsecond? A weyrlingmaster? Perhaps, in good time, but her Eriputh wouldn't change what she could do, because the two of them? They could do a lot. They were perfect.
"Oh, don't you worry. I'll stick by you. We're stuck like glue;" the young weyrling drawled as the clapping died around them. The green stared up at her, utterly delighted. Eriputh wouldn't take a challenge to her status as the queen of chaos from most, but her and Fahra were partners in crime. The green, however, wasn't content with simply staring at her rider for long though, and Fahra was much the same. Dragons were shiny, but dragons were even shinier when you can do stuff with them. "Come on, let's get you some food, my darling." The weyrling winked down at the dragonet and the green popped up happily. The pair started off together and they looked like trouble. It didn't matter that they weren't quite in step and both looked like gawky teenagers for their respective species. Both exuded energy and dastardly intentions. They were the trouble queens.
Fahra got a bowl in front of Eriputh without much trouble, tempting the green away from making trouble with her siblings using the food. However, she managed to get blood all over her arms, staining the white robe she wore. It matched the scenes behind her, the bloody musical that played out on the sands, yet her and Eriputh remained resolutely fine with it. It wasn't that they were happy or reveled in the esoteric beauty of death. It was simply that they both knew that life went on and sometimes death was the price you paid. Eriputh was glad to be alive, but fighting sisters and devilish brothers? Those were her pawns. Her favorite playthings. Though she started to feel sleepy when she finished eating, she refused to fall asleep. Fahra hovered near her, not interested in playing the field like her dragon, but also watching. Featon Impress an iron. Fitting.
You and me baby, We're stuck like glue, Whutooo whutooo, Stuck like glue.
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Post by fidelli on Feb 15, 2011 8:00:49 GMT -5
And as we come to the end of the show, the puppeteer draws a few more strings out from the shadows into the rapidly spinning light, giving everyone their five minutes in the bright headlamp to shine in their moments. One of the first to arrive, as the humming began in the middle of the night, was none other than Altith, dragging with him an amused F'del. The Weyrlingmaster had known for a sevenday or two that he would be stepping up to care for this class, and Altith had been ecstatic about the whole deal. Well, the purple was always ecstatic about everything, but this was different. The multi-colored odd looking rangy Purple LOVED the young dragonets, and to help to raise them and train them - well, that was what he loved most of all.
Altith didn't sleep very much - he catnapped often, sunning himself out on the ledges as he slowly grew older, but the large dragon still seemed to run off of solar energy. His rider, F'del, still had the same spry step to his steady walk, and the same calm look on his face as he always did. The Purple was currently semi-asleep as he always was (he was like a mother, in that regard, ready to spring awake at the smallest noise), curled next to the just-a-little-bit-larger Brown that he shared a couch with since His had decided to try once more with the Weyrmates. Which made Altith doubly happy (if it were even more possible) because it meant that the Fellis-addict His wasn't as twitchy as he usually was. It was something of new love, although the pair had been dating, or in better terms, J'kan-hadn't-given-up-on-F'del-for-more-than-a-turn-and-F'del-just-gave-up-on-getting-rid-of-him.
So, His was happily curled with J'kan in their new weyr, Hath was next to him alseep, and Altith was fading in and out when he felt it. It was time. Eyes shot open, swirling faster and faster as he strecched his neck out. The spring meant that it was warm, although he rarely ever minded the weather, and he usually opted for the side of the couch more to the outside. It meant that he could slip away more easily as well - which he did now, rising to balance on the ledge, claws digging into the thick stone thoughtfully as his watched the Sands, and listened. There it was again, just the faintest rumble, but it was there. With a bugle that was sure to wake up most, Altith sprinted inside the Weyr to paw at His with a giant forehand, sprawling him half across the bed. Mineeeeeeeee! THE BABIES ARE HATCHING, NOYTH'S AND KALITH'S BABIES ARE HATCHING!!!
F'del was more than used to these rude awakenings, and the fellis addict blinked a few times and yawned as he slipped himself out of the bed. So I hear. Calm down Alti – I think you've seen this before. It was a quiet jest - the pair had never missed a Hatching, even before they had been Assistant Weyrlingmaster's down in Southern. The solemn man had his own way of being excited - not as vocal or violent as his giddy Purple, the man moved fast. With a light touch to his Weyrmate's shoulder and a brief kiss across his forehead, F'del was in and out of the baths, talking to the quivering Purple the entire time. Are both clutches egg's rocking? No, it is just Kalith's at the moment. Noyth's are still. F'del frowned at this - Noyth had been on the Sands longer - but he put that aside for now. Altith, when did Watchdragon last call the time? On that the dragon had to think for a moment, but his answer was better than what F'del expected - It is very late - Rukbat should not rise for times and times yet. He could deal with that then - but it would mean no feast. The cooks and drudges would have a luxury not really afforded to them often - they would have time. Feed them, let them and their dragons go back to sleep, then wake them in the morning? The Purple considered this plan, analyzing it only in a way that a dragon could, making sure it was a safe plan for his little ones. That sounds good! The squishy Their's may not like it though - they will be tired, as you are?
Stepping from the bath in a fresh pair of breeches and a clean tunic, the man ran a broad callused hand through his black curly hair and blinked green eyes at his dragon. They will have to get over it - they will be Rider's, and Thread waits for no man. He had seen the Star in the sky as well, and believed - what they did here was no longer training for the knowledge of passing onto those who may see the Red Star and the protection of Pern, but the training for survival of those who would live the threat again. It was what Dragonrider's were breed and born to do. The Purple stilled for just a moment, looking out towards the sky where the Star would be later that day, and bared a single tooth. This alone surprised his Rider - Altith didn't have a single mean bone in his body. But the moment was over all too soon as Altith turned to whirl on His again, huge head snaking out to nudge the man.
They shall be fine MineOwn - but please hurry now! I do not want to miss the babies arriving! His rider smiled softly at the dragon and flung himself up and on the great creature - the harness would not be needed today, and the flight was a short one. That was the only thing, F'del mused as Altith spread too-big wings and shot towards the sand, that he disliked about being a Weyrlingmaster. You had to set a good example, and that meant that slacking off and ignoring the harness wasn't done infront of the Weyrlings. They arrived in plenty of time, and alighted on a ledge near the front and down low. It was busy now, with Candidate's rushing in, but as they all made it in and the Hatching really started, the pair slipped down to the entrance near the Weyrling Barracks, cautioning new Weyrling's and dragons alike to chew as the newly Impressed led their Bonded over to the raw meat hastily caught and cut by a few helping dragons.
The drama, the angst, the terror, the fighting - Altith and F'del had seen it before. Not to this scale, but the death was one that happened. F'del was unsettled by it, by sister tearing after sister, but although Altith keened for the young Queen, he knew it was the way of life. The Queen was a cruelblooded child, and if she could kill but not be killed herself, then perhaps that bloodline was best to die out then. The Red had proven herself, and so Altith took that the way it was and made sure she did not choke on her meat.
A'mor, meanwhile, after Noyth's seemingly semi-stupid White had hatched, had relaxed a little. Noyth was more relaxed as well, though she leaned down to look at her egg every once in a while. Jarith running into it had done nothing to it, which made her wonder over it.
Three more had gathered on the ledges above - Tonii, with her flock and the happy Mamosath preening over the young beautiful hatchings – Look Mine! There is that young man that had the pretty little one, the one who was very sweet to you! Much to Her’s chagrin. And Hat'ter with Chareth, observing the Hatching with bright eyes. They had gone through this not too long ago, hadn't they? And they had survived - these would too. The third was an odder pair - the girl was dozing against her dragon's side, short blond hair flipped over her face, ignoring the Hatching underneath her. Her dragon however, was following it eagerly, smooth wedge head moving back and forth as though he was watching the action below... But he was not watching. Zucherroth was the first White to be born at Dalibor, and now as two new white's stepped forward, he was ecstatic. AnimatamoraMine, LOOOOOOK! The girl peeked with one eye, but for the most part let her blind white tell her what was going on - the creature had the most uncanny skills. He couldn't see, but he knew everything, sensed everything alive in a way that Anima couldn't describe.
It was only when the lull had descended over the crowds, and Kalith's eggs had all hatched when Anima finally really stirred, blue eyes blinking blearily down at the sands. She was EXHAUSTED. This was far too late... Early... Whatever it was! - For little dragonets to be hatching. And just when it looked like they could leave, Fajra stood still. Frowning, she looked around. Her adopted father, F'del, was with the Weyrlings, keeping them in line as easy as he always did. Then where was... Her eyes alighted on them then, the little Gray that she had been raised with from the time she was a young girl. Her brother was still sitting there, staring down at the gray egg, frowning down at it. Silence fell on the Sands then, a sleepy silence, and Nim wished for a moment that she could just talk to her brother like dragon's spoke to each other. But then again, she had a secret weapon. "Zuchie?" The White shifted, and answered. Yes, MineOwn?The girl settled back down, stroking the Bronze flitter in her lap absentmindedly. Are we waiting on Noyth's last egg? The White only agreed with her again, Mmmmhmmmm, and left her to ask another question. How does Noyth know it will hatch? Zuchie rose then, turning sightless eyes to His. She does not.Nim frowned at her normally happy White, and almost asked - then she realized she was being dumb. You can tell though?
The tiny White finally answered that question a full minute later in his own way, sorrow brimming in his mind and pouring over onto His. It was a huge change from the usual sweet happiness that was always her Zuchie. I shall tell Noyth. But the broadcast was to all of the dragons, least there be any confusion. Noyth's egg has no life quickening in it. The Gray shifted then, leaning down to peer at it then one last time, nose it gently... Then with a quick paw slash, she broke the shell. Already weak and spiderwebbed from Jarith, it broke open to reveal nothing - nothing at all. Noyth, with her complementary quietness, rose like a giant gray shadow and took off to mourn on her ledge. Ohhh, Mineown, that is so sad... The White nuzzled into the arms of his emotionally uncaring Bonded who did her best to sooth him - but what did you say to a dragon who would actually remember?
F'del, meanwhile, after Altith had told him of the call, pitched his voice and gathered the attention of his newest Weyrlings. "Alrght, Weyrlings! Congratulations on your Impression - I know it is an exciting time, and also rather scary. At this moment your dragonets should be full and getting sleepy - as are you, I would assume." He smilied gently at the young pairs, then nodded. "Altith and I will lead you down to the Weyrling Barracks - your items will be moved tomorrow morning from the Candidate Barracks. After you get your dragon's settled down, you can go get clothing to change into to sleep in, but try to be fast - you don't want your dragonet waking up without you nearby. Just pick a room and kip there for the night - you''ll be assigned rooms tomorrow morning. The Feast will be held tomorrow night, however, Altith and I will be waking you up an hour after sunrise for your first lesson! Please don't be late - if you need anything, come find me now, and I'll get it settled. Congratulations, all of you - it's an honor that many would die for. It’s going to be odd, especially since right now your dragonet’s are going through your head and maybe remembering things you don’t want to be remembered. Just push them away gently – they’ll get thehint." With another nod, the quiet man gestured for them to follow him out of the Sands, down to the Barracks, where amid the confusion and mayhem he would see everyone to sleep, then begin his job. There would be no sleep for the Weyrlingmaster's that night - Altith kept a silent vigil over his new babies, and F'del (who had gathered up the Candidate notes from S'rial) needed to read over on who had Impressed and start his own piles and piles of notes. Yet, the two were oddly happy. They really did love this job.
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