Gray
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Post by Gray on May 30, 2011 1:55:00 GMT -5
Tasia watched with measured amusement as the eggs rocked. No sense in actually hoping. Lazily, she looked to the boys section where she instantly spotted Qosis. A small nod was given in his direction. “Good luck.” She mouthed, not actually saying the words. Really, she didn't want it to look like she actually hoped he Impressed or anything like that.
Activity on the sands caught her eyes though. It wasn't just eggs shaking either. One started to crack, but abruptly stopped. Frowning a bit, Tasia shook her head. Could they not commit? But the gray egg near it could. When the Iron hatched she nodded. “That's good luck.” Her words sounded so much louder to her in the quiet of the sands.
It was like that first egg started a chain reaction. –
Ezekiel was marveling at the Iron when he started inspecting the eggs. Well... that was a bit odd. Shrugging a bit, he figured all dragons were a bit odd in their own way. His inspection seemed to have drawn out another! He watched with bated breath as the teal egg hatched, exposing a small Cyan.
“Oh she's pretty looking!” He grinned, watching her. Her smile was... Really creepy though! The iron didn't seem too perturbed by her though. That was good! He did seem a bit more sullen though. Ezekiel wondered why. She was so happy! Of course, now that there were two, he started looking around. Who would they impress? Which would be the first?
He didn't have much of a chance to think though, before the second Cyan hatched.
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Lyr, while excited by the hatching, kept sending small glanced to Kidanyr in the stands. She looked ok. But her momma instinct had her all kinds of wired. The hatching of the third egg caused her to focus again. A second Cyan? And a dark one at that. She was decently sized too! Lyr's attention went to the Cyan. She looked like an interesting individual. She looked like she had plans. All of the plans.
Of course her plan would come to fruition the moment her brother hatched. Lyr 'Awwed' softly at the blue, smiling. He was so pretty! The second Cyan seemed to think so too! Aww, they were having a conversation, she smiled a bit at this thought. But the Blue was looking scared. So scared. Shaking her head, Lyr sighed. That second Cyan was a bad dragon! Her sister seemed to think so too. She charged in and took the attention from the Blue. Freeing him to impress.
When he headed to the girls, Lyr grinned. Oh would he would he? But no. He passed her up for a female candidate Lyr had yet to meet. She clapped loudly none the less! Every one deserved to find their lifemate. She was glad she got to see such a bond being formed.
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Rii
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Post by Rii on May 30, 2011 2:00:11 GMT -5
The cracking of the eggs made him jump, that was to be admitted, but at his first sight of a dragonet Gesseridan forgot all about being nervous. He forgot he was standing on scorching hot sands, that he should be wary in case one attacked, and that there were many, many people standing with him and many more watching in the stands. An expression of wonderment came over the tinkering smith’s face.
They weren’t beautiful, exactly, that wasn’t quite the right word he was looking for. But these small, gangly, clumsy dragon-babies were... incredible. Fresh out of the egg they were socializing – he could see every single one had its own distinct personality – it was... he didn’t have words for it. Not one of these wonderful creatures could possibly be meant for him, but at that moment he would have been content to stand and just watch the dragonets until the Red Star fell.
First Impression! He didn’t know the girl, though he’d seen her around the Weyr. A shy smile lit his face at the joy of the moment, clasping one hand around the opposite elbow in an awkward semi-hug, semi-shielding gesture. Shard his own deep, silent longing for another mind that accepted him for who he was. Gess wouldn’t spoil this moment for the cleverest new idea in the world.
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Post by veritas on May 30, 2011 2:01:09 GMT -5
So it began. Jerrith felt his heart quicken a little more as the first dragonet broke into the open - an iron, a king, was the first egg to hatch; especially with no queen in the clutch, could there be any better omen than that?
What looked like the makings of a scuffle between the dragonets worried him - memories of the wher hatching suddenly loomed in his mind - but at least this one seemed to be relatively tame. He let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, turning his attention to the blue that was working his way away from the throng and toward the Candidates, the girls.
And... there it was. The first Impression of the night - no blood, no ichor. Still, his heart leapt into his throat. Who would be next?
And would one of these many, many eggs yield a dragonet that found him a good match? Or would one of those already on the Sands yet choose him?
He squared his shoulders, drew another breath, and turned his attention back to the eggs and un-Impressed dragonets, waiting as patiently as he could manage. True patience was hard to manage... but at least he could manage to hold still, in spite of his tension and the heat under his sandals.
From near the back of the Stands, Hustafer leaned forward in his seat. An iron, first out of the shell; a safe Impression - with any luck, this could yet be a good, neat Hatching!
For a moment his hand drifted to his side, before he remembered that with twilight still looming, Husk hadn't been able to come with him to the Hatching Cavern. The iron was back in their quarters - probably still humming away - but that was close enough for Hustafer to share in the remembered sensation of his own bonding, that day when his life had really started.
And there'd be a lot of such moments happening today, with any luck at all...
As soon as Coelith had started humming her refrain, S'zar had been quick to hang up the harness he was working on. You did not arrive late to a Hatching; it simply was not how things ought to be done. He'd climbed onto her, scorning harness for the short flight, and she'd carried him to the Hatching Cavern with appropriate care.
He disdained the Stands proper, though. He could see well enough from beside his dragon, probably better than he would crowded among the taller people below.
A big clutch, this; but so too had been the one Coelith had found him at. The dragons would know; they always did.
In respectful silence, he watched.
A'fel wasn't quite as prompt in his own arrival, but he still managed to get himself and Pirath to the Hatching Cavern, the dragon to a ledge and the rider to a seat on the Stands, before the first egg cracked. An iron - good, good. A few fighters after, colors he'd not seen much of before coming here - well, at least their struggle didn't seem to be progressing to actual blows. Fighters were important, too, and Pirath was proof that they were wonderful dragons in their own right.
He closed his eyes, shivering a little in memory, as the first Impression happened. Pirath, above, didn't interrupt his humming, but sent a thread of love and affection to him, also relishing in the memory.
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princesal
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Post by princesal on May 30, 2011 2:17:06 GMT -5
Honestly, if someone told him to stand still and be calm, he didn't think he could do it. It was the energy of the sands, he knew that next to him were about fifty or so other candidates hoping to impress a dragon... and that there were less eggs then there were people. Which meant that there was going to be a lot of people leaving the sands sad, and heartbroken, wondering why it wasn't their time yet, if it would ever be their time. He didn't want to go through that again, and the fear of it had him nervous. But the excitement overpowered it, because there were a lot of eggs, which meant that there was a chance, which meant that... well... he didn't know the figures, and probably wouldn't be able to figure it out.
Looking around at other candidates, he looked away quickly from the tall one, still remembering the run in with him from the boat. What was his name again? Q-... ah... whoops. He knew it wasn't one he had ever heard before, but he made sure not to make eye contact. Looking for others he had meant, and maybe not upset, he saw Delilah. About to try and get her attention to give her a look that would wish luck, he heard the collective gasp, and his eyes turned back in time to see an iron had broken free of his shell.
Glorious.
He felt his own heart double thump as he saw it, and while he didn't have any illusions he would impress a king, it still was nice to hope for a moment that that was his dragon. First hatching of the clutch was always beautiful, and Wes had been to enough to see that he was going to be a great and strong dragon. Light eyes lit up as the cyans hatched quickly after that, the scuffle didn't surprise him one bit. It was bound to happen in such a big clutch, the only surprising thing was that it had happened so early. Glad to see that it was only a little butting, he watched a blue hatch from an egg.
Did he dare hope that this dragon might be looking for him? He wanted to mentally call out, to wish strong that the beautiful baby blue would turn it's eyes to him. Wes' own gaze stayed steady on the blue, but also watched the cyan's, already seeing the personalities emerge. Wow, it was amazing to watch hatchings, better when he was standing on the sands. He had forgotten the exhilaration. Even now, as he watched the blue impress to a candidate... no... no longer a candidate, he still smiled. She was lucky, so lucky.
What did that feel like? To just, find that missing piece? To feel entirely whole. Lucky girl. He watched for a few moments, wanting to see and memorize her reaction, before he looked back at the eggs, at the dragons entering the world.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 30, 2011 2:21:30 GMT -5
Qosis was not paying attention to the girl-Candidates' cluster at all, so Tasia's wishful thinking would remain securely covert. To the girls' defense, he was not giving much due to his fellow male Candidates either.
Iron first. Though not from Tasia's efforts, Qosis' mind turned to the concept of luck. A Bronze first was good luck. It was a saying, or maybe an active belief among the Weyrfolk. The trader stared after the beast, waiting for signs of temperament. He had once naively conceived of these Hatchings as affairs where the only injuries were wrought by confusion and hunger. The latter especially. Hunger should have been the driving force. But it turned out that these ritual gatherings of young Candidate flesh to dragon teeth-- or wher --were prolonged dances, with beasts driven by more than primal instinct. Maybe that was a consequence of new bloodlines, like what birthed the Iron. It was far and away from shivering in a basement with a bucket of rotting blood and seeing an egg crack, then having its inhabitant tackle him, screaming for sustenance.
There was another mild-- his eyes widened as he considered the exact mildness of the revelation --problem with that Iron. He broke out of a relatively large shell. But the largest egg in the clutch was perhaps twice that size. In Golden sheen lies a Queen. Irritating harper rubbish that hid a solid fact: the largest egg could not hold the egg-bearing female that continued the dragons' and Pern's existence. But did it hold something worth protecting? Qosis did not absent the mystery, but if the egg was not some engorged joke of a dud he did acknowledge it would crack the answer on its own.
So he kept an eye on the Iron, and the Iron's love of his fellow eggs. Damask's attitude had been promptly revealed, but the Iron was not harmless just because he did not strike at the first sniff. Qosis picked out a path between the eggs with his eyes-- but the beast was far back yet when he was joined by a Cyan sister. Then another. Their interactions were limited, he could tell, to ordinary sibling rivalry. A man could see the same among wherry chicks or runnerbeast foals. True aggression had a different look, dragon or not. Some Blue well-hatched snuck off to see the girls. Qosis dismissed him as soon as he vanished among the skirts of their robes.
Food, he thought impatiently, watching the remainders of the first breaks and the newest that tumbled out. They all needed to come creeling toward their beloveds for food. There was little need for presentation or antics. Blind, stupid, infantile hunger was the easiest way to keep them from turning on each other.
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Post by Admin on May 30, 2011 2:48:54 GMT -5
No, it don’t come easy, No, it don’t come fast, Lock me up inside your garden, Take me to the riverside.
The mottled green egg located at the edge of the middle reaches of the clutch was rocking frantically at the point of the blue's Impression. The hatchling inside shoved itself against its egg. It didn't take long for the shell to give against that force. A green emerged, lips curled and teeth bared. She was mostly a light shade of springish green. However, a grayish shade covered her head, one shoulder, all of her feet, most of her tail, and the fringes and tops of her wings. Covered in the contents of her eggs, the grayish green shade seemed to ripple like liquid silver over her muscles. She licked her muzzle, then hissed. The egg goo didn't taste very good. However, though she was hungry, that was unimportant. Her swirling red eyes settled on her iron brother and then on her two cyan sisters, looking over their faces with something that bordered on obsession.
In the end, however, the green soon lost interest. It was probably for their own good that they all had such terrible, ugly faces. Her teeth were still bared and she looked sour. She was roughly as large as the smaller of her cyan sisters as well and stocky to boot, built like a draft horse. A draft horse with talons who needed to grow up a little, but a draft horse nonetheless. She was powerful and she reveled in that, even though she did not yet know her full strength. Snorting in the general direction of her siblings, she looked up towards their mother. The giant gold was prettier than the iron or the cyans, but she was still not that interesting. She still had an ugly mug and the green was all about mugs. Teeth still displayed in aggression for the world to see, the green turned to face the candidates and began to stalk towards them like an irritated bear.
However, before she could set herself about judging the candidates, the hatching of another egg distracted her. The red egg with orangish brown splotches in the center of the clutch had cracked and a foot promptly kicked its way out. In a mass of flailing limbs, the rest of the body followed the foot. The pink roared her pleasure at her freedom. She was large for a pink but was by far the smallest of the clutch thus far. That hardly mattered to her! She noticed everyone, but staying still to look at them wasn't on the agenda. She had been born! She was alive and she was going to do it with enthusiasm! So she went bumbling after her green sister, as the green was the farthest away and looked like she needed a friend. The green hissed in response, warning the pink off, but the pink did not look like she was going to listen, bundling along utterly undeterred.
The large blue egg in the back chose that moment to crack in two. A second iron thrust his way out into the world and surveyed his new domain, looking at everything except his like-colored brother. He ignored the other King and the two cyans that stood near him. That left him only the green and pink to command and he wasn't going to waste that opportunity. Giving orders was his job, so he strode towards them, head held up at the height of a man's chin. He barked at the green and pink, puffing out his chest. The green turned her snarl on him. The pink had been distracted by his arrival, but she did not look like she was going to listen either to whatever he was saying. She turned her attention back to her grayish-tinged sister and chattered in her loud voice, rustling her useless wings every so often on her back. The iron let out another bark as he approached.
The green chose that moment to snap. She lashed out at her sister's legs. The pink was a bright shade on most of her body, but her limbs were a paler, more reddish color. It was there that ichor was drawn. She squawked, but the green had turned away from her and rounded on their bossy iron brother. She flared her wings, snarling at him. He was ugly as a wher who'd been hit in the face with a couple of rocks, at least in her mind, and she wasn't going to put up with him. The iron wasn't sure how exactly to respond to this, but he wasn't backing down. He'd put down his foot! He was taking charge of the situation! That was his job! It was not hers to argue with him! It didn't work like that! However, the green didn't care about it working. If he wanted a fight, he would have a fight. She advanced on him, leaving their pink sister still squawking loudly in shock.
The iron stood his ground at first against his green sister, but she certainly wasn't backing down. She whacked him in the head with one of her wings, having puffed herself up to look as big as she possibly could. The King took that moment to decide that it might be better to regroup and return once he had actually learned some techniques on handling unruly subordinates. He did not flee, but he did move rather quickly away from all of her siblings and towards the candidates. If he couldn't get the pink and green to behave, he would do something else productive! He knew exactly what he wanted. He hadn't been able to get the first thing he wanted, but he was going to gain control of this situation. He focused on his new goal, one that was more important than the first one he'd had. He reached the candidates quickly and eyed each of the boys that he passed.
In the end, however, the iron, his hide as dark and somber as his forceful personality, had only one that was of interest to him. He was sure he would familiarize himself with all of his soldiers soon enough, but in the meantime, he needed food. Satiating his hunger was a wonderfully productive new goal. He was glad he had it; he needed to get the pink and green on the back burner for the time being, though he would not forget them. Z'dyn, you will get you Baihujinth food. It was an order. If he said it as a request, that left the possibility that Z'dyn might decline and the iron could not allow that. He had learned nothing from the green and pink. He still felt that he had to control the situation and he expected that if he said something firmly enough, as he was very good at being firm, he would be obeyed. He wasn't entirely arrogant, but he was a King.
The iron had left and the pink didn't particularly want to be left alone with her green sister, though the stocky hatchling had calmed a touch as she found herself victorious, so the pink quickly scrambled away on her ungainly, pale legs. She'd say hello to her other siblings! Yes, that was a grand idea! Then she'd go visit those candidates! She very much wanted to see them! Saying hello to the cyans quickly turned into breezing right between them with a chirrup and then galloping across the sands. She had to get to the candidates! She had to find her soulmate! She could feel her other half's heart beating in time to hers! Her leg hurt, yes, where her sister had scratched her, but it was nothing that she could not surmount. Her enthusiasm grew as her passionate nature spilled out. Nothing could contain her, not when she felt what she felt so completely!
The candidates as a whole where greeted with a little roar, her voice loud and bold. She was not afraid to be an extrovert; she was not afraid to put herself out there. The girls were greeted with a long croon, for she knew she wanted one of them, though she flew by so many of them. Then there was her rider. Her steps slowed, her wings spreading from her back, and she approached the girl who was to be hers with utter reverence. DelilahMine, your Agnith, um, your Agnith, oh, your Agnith LOVES YOU! The pink's mental voice was as loud as her physical voice and she spoke with such complete sincerity. She filled up the newly-made weyrling's mind, showing all of her adoration, faith, love, and endless passion. Settling down in front of Delilah, she extended her leg for her rider to see, wanting to share all that had happened to her with the girl. My sister hurt me. See?
There you were in your black dress, Moving slow to the sadness, I could watch you dance for hours, I could take you by my side.
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on May 30, 2011 3:03:12 GMT -5
Why was the air unseasonably cold? His memory of the clutching was vivid, and among those flashing colours of golden dragonhide and brightly coloured eggs was the memory of how hot the sands had been: They had radiated their warmth up at him as If a furnace. Today however, the sand’s warmth was almost a blessing; cool spring air swept underneath his white Candidate robes and against his flesh, and the heat beneath his weyrhide sandals flowed upward as if on a current. If anyone else noticed the cold or the heat they didn’t show it—not that he blamed them. He was in the middle of what could be the most important moment of his life, and he was soaking it all in—from the quiet murmur of the stands, the humming of the dragons that vibrated in his chest, and the other Candidates who stood with him.
His eyes courted with the stands like a lover, flashing between the faces of the people above and the rocking eggs in front of him—and their golden mother. If his father was here he had not found him yet, and possibly wouldn’t find him: Though his mother was a secondary concern, he did search briefly for her. He was surprised to find he was disappointed not to find her—he had assumed she would understand his choice to leave Ruatha and perhaps Beastcraft. His father, on the other hand, would doubtless remain unforgiving—at least until he flew to Ruatha himself, a Dragonman.
The soft gasps and then intense shift of tone from the stands above drew his attention to the eggs again: One of the largest eggs in the clutch broke open cleanly and from it came the first dragonet. To his untrained eye it appeared grey at first, and then he noticed the darker mottling—the pleased sounds from above and the smiles around him spoke true. An Iron. Did not the Dragonmen say this was a good sign? A healthy King who broke clean. Yet what was he doing? Sebolaren stared unabashedly as the hatchling began what he could only describe as a patrol—guardian of his siblings. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Watchdragon of the clutch and only just born into the world.
‘All’s well here, out with ye now’ he pretended to himself, hearing his father’s voice coaxing a foaling runner into dropping her foal—watching the Iron preside over his hatchmate: Succesfully the second egg broke and its occupant tumbled forward. His smile brightened significantly: Not so different from the clumsy foals were they? Eggwet and curious. Cyan? He had done his best to learn the colours properly—what good was a Herder of any sort if he couldn’t tell you everything about his charges much less their colour—but these dragonets seemed to be a tumble of hues when damp, and they spent very little time completely still. Already the Cyan was interacting with the guardian Iron, he could not tell the gender—either way the Cyan seemed far more interested in taking up a share of guardianship—not Impressing.
And then another hatched. It seemed that the unborn dragonets knew that some of their siblings were moving about around them—why wouldn’t they know—and now they wanted their share of the spotlight. Their share of the ooh’s and ahh’s from the crowd above. Perhaps it was even the humming of the dragons themselves that drew them out, a ceremony of species—you are welcome, all is safe. Another Cyan; dark like a winter night sky, and somewhat blue, but Cyan all the same. And large. And when another dragonet appeared, the Cyan wasted little time interacting with the Blue. He was light, a winter morning to the Cyan’s winter night—but together they were lovely—although apparently only as pictured, not in thought.
Sebol found himself askance, but curious. The dragonets did not act together as a cohesive family? There were undercurrents of stress and obvious intimidation—he hadn’t expected it from sentient beings. He watched as Cyan interceded for Cyan and the Blue made a quick escape—to Impress? Yes, to Impress—among the women. His smile widened, he was not able to see the pair, but he was happy all the same. First of the day, with many more to follow. He drew a soft breath and his eyes swept back to the unhatched eggs and patrolling dragonets.
Had more hatched while he’d been turned away? It was all moving quickly now. A Pink, the gradient of a sunrise, and a sister Green: Who was self-assured and temperamental at the world. Another Iron, this one easily identified by his colours; no doubt there. Yet Sebol was amazed when the Green turned on her sibling to draw ichor, and more surprised when she beat back her larger Iron brother. The dynamic of hatching was like a passionate dance between time and emotion, who could claim victor or defeated when the hatchlings waged their own wars on the hot sands.
The Iron passed between himself and Qosis, who he had not realized was standing next to him until that moment, to find his Rider. He raked Qosis briefly with his eyes, taking in the scars that lined his arms as they stood out in sharp contrast to his tanned flesh, and then he followed the man's gaze as he looked after the Iron: Who was now Impressing. He was surprised at the expression on the face of the man the Iron chose. What really happened at that point of Impression? Something...something that the Dragonriders had been trying to explain to him since his arrival--and he'd yet to understand. His eyes flashed quickly to the woman's side of the grounds: Was that? Yes...Delilah had Impressed the Pink. From what he knew that seemed a good match, the first pair he could conceive of personally, regardless of his reservations about her: Which were motivated by her reservations of him.
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RavenSong
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Post by RavenSong on May 30, 2011 3:24:04 GMT -5
Naraevhyn gasped and almost fainted as the Iron hatched. It was a King! Wasn't that a promising omen for the Hatching? Nara couldn't remember. She smiled brightly as two Cyans and a Blue popped out. Her breath caught as the Cyans started messing around, and she realized the Blue was walking towards the females. Hastily, she moved back, wondering idly if the Blue was going to follow. He didn't unfortunately. She smiled as Impression was made, and gave Pash a congratulatory smile. Her nerves were getting the better of her and she was starting to shake from being in the small crowd of Candidates and being the center of attention. It wouldn't do for her to pass out on the Sands! So far, though, things were turning out okay. No blood was spilled, no ichor was spilled, and no draconic fights were breaking out.
Her focus returned to the eggs as she pushed the Cyans and Iron out of her mind. None of them would choose her, she assumed. They were too good for someone like her, someone who.... Nara frowned at herself. Someone who what? She realized she didn't quite know what she was anymore. Her line of thought fell into a moderately brooding series of thoughts as she watched the eggs. Then more eggs hatched. Nara's attention was caught by the Green. She ignored the Iron and the Pink, they weren't what she thought she rated, and it was just as well because they quickly Impressed. Nara wasn't pleased by the fact that the Green had clawed the Pink. She'd thought too soon about draconic battles, that was for sure. Whoever Impressed her would have to teach that Green some manners, Nara thought. Still, she waited, eyes fixed on the Green, almost certain that she would walk her way.
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Within the audience, K'var smiled. An Iron broke shell first, followed by the Daliborean specialty, a Cyan. Then another Cyan! And a Blue. K'var waited with anticipation to see which would Impress to whom, a smile breaking out across his face when the Blue Impressed to Pash. He watched the remaining trio avidly at that point, wondering when the Iron especially was going to make his Impression. The green and pink were noted but ignored as a second Iron broke shell and started being bossy. K'var winced at the Pink's injury, shaking his head.
K'var rubbed at his beard as he scanned over the audience for a moment. Where was F'reki? He'd Searched at least one of the Candidates, K'var knew. Shaking his head, the Candidatemaster turned his attention back to the Candidates, wondering which of the fifty Standing would make their ways, disappointed, back to the Barracks. The second Iron's approach towards the boys caught K'var's attention. Who was the Iron going towards? Was it...? By the Shell, it was!
"Hahaha! WHOO! Go Zeke!" K'var yelled from the stands, letting out a cheer as the second Iron clearly made Impression to the boy he and Argotath had Searched. Yep, he was proud alright.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on May 30, 2011 3:28:10 GMT -5
Delilah stood on tiptoe, nearly falling out of her sandals, to watch with interest as the hatching progressed. It was difficult to see what was happening behind the eggs, but she certainly took note of the blue that hurried over to Pash. Good for her; Pash deserved to Impress, and Delilah clapped quite politely.
Two irons! That had to be an excellent omen, and she glanced at the boys; perhaps one would go to Gess? He could use the confidence boost, but then, perhaps that was the exact reason an iron would not choose him. She did hope he Impressed, though, to a most wonderful dragon.
Though she didn't see the green swipe at the pink, she did hear the whispering sigh that seemed to echo through the caverns as those who could see reacted to the bloodletting. Well, ichor-letting. Delilah frowned, stepping to the side to peer around the group. Was the injured dragonet okay?
More than okay. So much more than okay. The pink raced across the sands, roaring out a welcome, though it was they who ought to be welcoming her - to the world, and to the ranks of Dalibor's dragons, as soon as she -
Impressed.
DelilahMine, your Agnith, um, your Agnith, oh, your Agnith LOVES YOU! The words flooded Delilah's mind, nothing at all what she'd expected. This was unexpected, and yet peace and love instantly filled her. How could she ever, ever have doubted that she would Impress? How had she doubted that coming here was the correct decision? She hadn't known beauty or trust or - anything. Not until this moment.
"Agnith," she whispered, and her mind echoed, AgnithMine.[/i] She sank to her knees and reached out for the dragonet, oblivious to those around her.
Agnith offered her leg, ichor slowly dripping from the gash her sister's talon had torn. My sister hurt me. See? She spoke with no anger or blame, and any pain she felt was unimportant right now. It was her first night of life, and a little bit of hurt wasn't going to mar it for her! She had Her Delilah!
"I see," Delilah murmured, delicately taking the pink dragonet's paw and examining the gash. She'd never felt such serenity; she'd never been complete until now, and it was a shock to the system. But some habits died hard. She was not a dragonhealer, nor did she have anything on her she could use to wash and bandage the wound. Besides that, she could feel Agnith's hunger, lingering beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath, she focused, glancing around the cavern. Yes. They'd been told. Impress, get off the sands. "I can't imagine why she would hurt you, but it doesn't look too terribly bad. You walked all the way over here on it. Let's go over there, now."
Agnith gave a loud croon of dismay at this, and turned to look longingly at the other Candidates and the eggs and all the siblings she hadn't met yet. But I like everyone! We, uh, can't we just say hello? HELLO! The word came out as another roar.
Delilah smiled and rose gracefully to her feet, laying her hand on the dragonet's head. "We will. But not here, Agnith. They're going to join us over there, and there are lovely people there who want to meet you too."
The dragonet lit up at this news. Lovely people! She had the loveliest person of all, but she did so want to meet the lovely people Delilah knew! She whipped her head around to focus on the small group awaiting them with buckets of meat and healing supplies, and went galloping off again. With a fond, slightly dazed smile on her lips, Delilah followed at a sprint. She was going to have quite a time keeping up with Agnith, but that was exactly as it should be. Exactly.
And in the stands, her father watched her go.
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Post by darcy on May 30, 2011 4:14:49 GMT -5
Darcy had been standing in the midst of the female candidates, wanting to be seen and yet not seen. For all her complaining the day before about being crowded she sure as anything seemed overly eager to stand in the middle of one now, and the reason was because she didn't want to feel the eyes of everyone on the stands staring at her. No she was quite happy to stand where she was, her eyes partially closed in what seemed like boredom as she clapped for the latest impression, and she didn't even notice that one of the girls near her was giving her a dirty look.
Let the girl think what she wanted! Sure this was exciting and all but none of the dragons had yet to show any interest in her! She'd show plenty of excitement when she impressed and not until that moment thank you very much. Clapping her hands together one last time the girl crinkled her nose and crossed her arms, and for all the world she looked as sour as her internal thoughts. She longed to be back in the barracks, closed in her room and enjoying the quiet ... but there was no turning back now and she knew she'd have kicked herself if she had stayed there.
Pulling her eyes away from the drama of the hatching she turned her gaze to her white candidate robes, and tried not to itch at the rather inappropriate spot that the robes where rubbing their harsh material against. It was taking all her will power not to give in, and the most luxury she could afford herself was shifting from foot to foot in an effort to relieve the discomfort. It helped a little, but her body was soaked in sweat due to the heat, and the thick fabric was clinging to her body in defiance with every movement.
Damn this wasn't a hatching! It was torture! Flat out torture! Why did she ever think there was anything glamorous about candidacy? There was nothing glamorous about being in a white, shapeless sack while standing in the scorching heat of the sands. Darcy knew that her only hope would be for the hatching to proceed quickly, but with so many eggs to hatch she knew that wouldn't be the case.
Letting out a snort she lifted her head and tried to focus her attention on something else other then her itching robes, and the focus in that moment was the rocking eggs that sat upon the sands. curiosity replaced anger as she wondered what dragons where hidden within those eggs, and of course if her life mate was hidden within. Yes - despite her complaints and desire to experience the quiet of the candidate barracks she too wanted to impress.
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Post by Boo on May 30, 2011 5:03:46 GMT -5
Corian noticed when Ezekiel entered the sands and waved at his roommate energetically. He immediately turned his attention back to the Eggs. He had to stay focused! There were so many of them! There were even more candidates... He had expected there would be this many candidates around but it was still a little odd to think that there were this many around who might impress before him. Jerrith was also around he'd seen. He couldn't wait to see what would happen!
No time at all seemed to pass and Corian noticed that an Iron had hatched. He grew incredibly excited about the prospect of one of them impressing to the King. A couple of moments later and a Blue hatched. Was that blue for him? No. He moved his way to the female candidates and impressed to a female. Corian clapped ecstatically for the female. He did not know her name but it was certainly good to see that this hatching was, thus far, going along rather nicely.
A fight had broken out. That was a little expected. Several Dragonets had hatched by now along with a second Iron and a couple of Greens. Corian watched each one of them, concentrating on drawing them closer to him a hopeful expression on his face. He tried his hardest to ignore the fight but his attention was momentarily distracted. He was trying so hard...
One of the Irons impressed to another candidate Corian had not seen before but he clapped all the same as a Pink impressed to one of the females. A fearsome looking Green was wandering around but he didn't allow his attentions to wane. He would impress. He would show one of these Dragonets what he was made of!
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Fel gasped as the Iron hatched and stared at him. He was beautiful! Was he meant for her? Oh wait, Iron's didn't impress girls. She smiled a little but this smile faltered momentarily when she saw Xiro. She rolled her eyes and continued watching the movements of the Dragons. She was meant for one of them! Surely! She smiled as she spotted Pash. A Blue had hatched and wandered over to them. She almost jumped in excitement as it passed through the Girls and approached Pash!
She clapped with extreme excitement and looked over at Pash. "Congratulations!" She mouthed. She wasn't sure whether Pash saw her but she sure was excited for the older female! It must have felt so good to impress! She couldn't even imagine what might be going through Pash's mind. Hopefully she would be able to know very soon!
She saw that a few other Dragons had hatched now, including another Iron, and smiled at all of them. They were so adorable! But... Why was the Iron having a fight with the Cyan. What was happening? Maybe they were playing. Fun! She hoped she impressed a fun Dragon! She smiled as she watched a few more hatch. There were about seven on the Sands now. She gasped as one of them bit her Pink sister! That wasn't right! How dare she! That Pink hadn't even done anything to her. Fel understood getting angry with someone for doing something mean but she didn't understand this!
An Iron impressed and shortly thereafter the Pink impressed to one of the Girls. Three impressions and 32 to go. Hopefully her's would be there somewhere. She had such a high chance!
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Tedaon started when someone came to stand next to him. He frowned up at the female and eventually smiled. He wasn't certain what to expect of this hatching. He sighed a little and got to his feet too to look down at the Hatching Sands. So many candidates had turned up already. He spotted Thorn-in-his-side Qosis and the other candidates from that stupid Race thing. He also spotted a couple of other candidates he'd seen. Nara was it? From healing the other-Thorn-in-his-side Sagaral. He was surprised at just how many of the candidates he knew.
He nodded a little and turned back to the female beside him. "Yes, hopefully it will be a good hatching. I hope it will." Tedaon seemed to be reassuring himself. A few of the Dragons had already hatched. A blue, pink, two irons, two cyans and a green. That begged the question... What the sharding shells was in that gargantuan egg!? He clapped at each impression. There were no Reds yet so that was a good sign... "If no aggressive dragons hatch..."
He trailed off as he spoke when spotting the Green lash out at the Pink. He watched a moment and, when he was certain the Pink would not between and instead impress he clapped briefly. "Excuse me for a moment please." He made an apologetic face and made his way onto the sands.
Tedaon approached the Pink and her new Weyrling with something of a small smile. The Pink didn't seem too worried about the wound. "Congratulations. Do I have your permission to assist you?" He asked both Rider and Dragon. Upon receiving their consent he worked swiftly to clean the wound, apply numbweed and then passed some bandages to the Weyrling whom he knew was a Healer. It didn't seem too deep but he obviously wouldn't leave it open. "Come and see me, tomorrow and I will recheck them. I'm Tedaon. Just wrap those bandages around her leg now and she'll be fine." He smiled at the pair and returned to the Stands to stand with the female again.
"Sorry, just had to check they were OK..." He explained, although it was probably obvious.
NB: Cath gave me permission to say that Delilah and Agnith said yes to him ^^
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Post by alix on May 30, 2011 5:21:58 GMT -5
Malissa was hovering anxiously over her kitten outside the Candidate barracks when Shalarissa popped out of between next to her, cavorting as excitedly as she always did when she had some really good gossip to share, and humming. Malissa didn't think she'd ever heard the pink hum before, though something about it tickled in the back of her mind. 'Rissa humming? She'd heard something about that, at some point...
Then she heard Callistath's summons, and it fell into place. Of course! Humming! The Hatching! For a quick moment she heard, for her mind's ear, someone else humming, trying to illustrate the sound she was currently hearing, and she shook her head to clear it. She didn't have time to reminisce, not right now, not unless she wanted to offend the Queen by being tardy.
Quickly she scooped up Silver, who gave a half-hearted mewl of protest, and headed back towards her room. She didn't quite run, not wanting to bump into anyone, and also not wanting to jostle her kitten too much, but she was certainly scurrying along quite well. Silver was placed on the furs on the girl's bed, where the tabby promptly curled up and went to sleep, and Malissa set to instructing her firelizard to stay and watch the kitten while she quickly ran her fingers through her hair and braided it. It was losing time, but she didn't think Callistath would appreciate her showing up with hair everywhere.
It wasn't much longer after that, that she had slipped into a white robe and sandals and went toward the Hatching cavern, heart beating hard in her chest. The sun was about down; maybe she'd see some of the wherlings in the Stands, too... She selfishly hoped so.
She paused, panic growing in the pit of her stomach, when she saw the posted signs at the entrance. Callistath wanted her to come, had said so, but here was a sign forbidding her from stepping onto the Sands. The girl was just about to turn and go around to the Stands (though it sounded odd that they'd all have expected to Impress from there) when another Candidate passed and entered. Okay. If they were willing to risk the dire consequences that would no doubt befall those found in violation of the sign's directions, she probably could, too. Surely the Weyr wouldn't keep every single dragon candidate from Standing for heeding Callistath's call? That'd mean dragonets going between, and she didn't think they could afford that.
She felt even smaller than her already-slight stature when she walked onto the Sands and bowed to the Queen; her voice quivered slightly with the strain of forcing herself to raise it above the meek near-whisper that was her impulse. "Thank you so very much for allowing me to Stand for your clutch, Gold Callistath, Avalle."
She then retreated to the safety of the growing group of other female candidates, feeling exposed with her hair out of her face. She glanced up towards the Stands, searching for two faces in particular, even knowing she wouldn't find one of them there. Not ever, even if she kept Standing until she aged out.
As the eggs started to Hatch, she filled with wonder. The dragonets were lovely, all of them, and surely they'd be good, kind, benevolent partners to the Candidates they chose. She'd never seen one quite so close, and she couldn't help but marvelling at them. The colors of their hides, the way they were interacting with each other, indicative of them having distinct personalities out of the shell...
Her breath caught as the two cyans started scuffling. She wasn't afraid, still believing that the dragonets would never deliberately harm each other, but memories of the wher Hatching came unbidden, knotting up her stomach.
And then the blue dragonet approached the throng of girls, and anticipation crawled up her spine. He was even more amazing up close. Even not Impressing to her, but to someone else, his Impression brought a smile to her face. She was genuinely happy for the now-weyrling. How great for her!
More eggs hatched, depositing even more dragonets on the Sands. Almost too many to keep an eye on them all, and all of them were absolutely amazing.
The angry green's swipe at her sister made the small girl yelp, then lift a hand to her mouth, mostly unconsciously starting to chew on the side of it. No, no, don't hurt them, she thought at it, trying to push the memories of Damask's rampage on the Sands away. They're your siblings, you mustn't hurt them. It had probably been an accident, but it still made her anxious.
At least the pink didn't seem much the worse for wear for it, bounding over towards the girls with all that energy. It didn't matter that it wasn't her dragon. She wanted one, oh, yes, shé definitely wanted a life with dragons in it, now that she'd lived at a Weyr for some seasons, but it didn't need to be this one. The newly-Impressed pinkweyrling looked happy, and that was good! Dragons were supposed to make Theirs happy!
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Ryenev was already heading back to the Barracks when Callistath's call came; the moment Dainty had started to hum he'd excused himself from the story he'd been telling to a small group of Weyrbrats who probably should have been in bed already anyway. There was no way he could have mistaken that sound for anything else, and there was nothing but hatching eggs that would convince his orange to make it. So, it was time.
It was an old, accustomed ritual by now, getting back to the Barracks, getting into robe and sandals, going to the Sands. Dainty glared at him as he told her he'd be back for her later - she was not to be dismissed like some inconsequential green! - but she didn't follow him. At least for Hatchings, he could trust his stuck-up firelizard to follow instructions she didn't really approve of, even if he'd have to grovel a bit to get back on her good side later. If he returned with his dragonet, finally, she'd probably be as happy for it as he. Sharing him with a king would suit her pride.
He barely noticed the sign as he entered; this was a Hatching, he was a Candidate, and he was supposed to be on the Sands. There was no point in stopping to read signs when a Queen had specifically cautioned him (and probably all the other Candidates with him) against tardiness.
His bow to Callistath was slightly stiff - sitting on the cold floor while speaking to the children had apparently chilled him enough to make his old scar more of a hindrance than it normally would be - but his greeting to go with it was respectful. "Callistath, Avalle. Thank you for allowing me onto your Sands."
And then he stood with the other male Candidates, trying for a place near the front, and near the smaller and younger of them. He knew he couldn't stand by and let someone else get hurt.
When the first egg to hatch released an Iron, he dared hope. Maybe this was the Hatching where he would, finally, get to meet his lifemate. The iron did seem like a sensible dragon he could get along with, if a bit aloof. Maybe that was the one he'd share the rest of his life with? Maybe, maybe...
The scuffle between the other dragonets didn't bother him much; those were the kind of thing that happened at Hatchings. Like anyone else he'd much rather have had them not fighting or upsetting one another, but if being left Standing for so many turns had taught him one thing, it was that you couldn't always have what you wanted.
Another iron stepped onto the Sands, and his hopes, despite himself, rose a little more. This was a good clutch. He winced at the green's aggression towards her pink sister and the second-hatched iron. It still didn't look particularly bad, but injuries on the Sands were never nice.
He almost dared hope as that second iron came closer. Was this his dragon, that he'd been waiting for so long? But no. Like so many dragonets before him, the iron passed him up. At least there was still another, and who knew what else the eggs on the Sands held in store for them? More than two kings in the clutch was unlikely, but it could happen.
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Post by larkwing on May 30, 2011 6:51:35 GMT -5
The first out was an Iron, Inali noted. That was a good sign right? Having a King out first. The candidate watched as the metallic male made his rounds to each egg, it seemed almost as if he were making sure each one was perfect and doing well. Would he make the same judgment an the candidates? Sighing, Inali reminded herself that she was a girl though, and Irons never impressed to girls. If he turned his attention on the humans on the sands, it would be the boys.
When the cyan hatched, Inali tensed. Now this one, this one could impress to her. The normally stoic girl had a wide smile on her face, all her emotions pouring out. She shouldn't be like that though, should she? She needed to maintain that calm, serene appearance. Snapping at herself in her mind, Inali took the broad grin off of her face. It was helped by the next cyan who hatched. Something was different about this one. She was pretty though, they all were.
Next up was a blue, and the last cyan went up to him. That, there! Inali watched carefully as the cyan seemed to torment the lighter blue colored hatchling. That wasn't nice, that was mean. Apparently the smaller cyan thought so too, because she marched over to scold her larger sister. Sighing when no fight insued, Inali clapped for the blue's impression. There were more eggs though, plenty more. Squeezing out from the crowd a bit more, Inali pushed her hair off her shoulders. It was getting really hot with all these bodies on the sands.
The thought of heat though was soon discarded as a green hatched. Here was another that Inali could impress, though she might not want to really. The green seemed, well mean. She hissed at everyone around her, and Inali wondered what for? When a bold colored pink hatched too and went to greet her green sister, the dragonet received an attack. Inali bit her lip, but stayed where she was, still and emotionless as possible. It was not her right to judge them really, they were how they were.
She watched the iron that had impressed in the middle of the pink and green's spout. He had wanted to make them listen, but when he failed, he too went to the boys to impress. So, what did that make? Inali looked over at the new weyrlings, an iron rider, a pink rider, and a blue rider. Still plenty left too for her to maybe impress too, no she meant definitely impress to? Maybe........hopefully......
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Larka had been watching the hatching as it went by in a blur. Iron first, then cyan and another cyan. That last cyan seemed, interesting. Some how, the girl was torn between liking her "playfulness" and being as against it as the first cyan. She wouldn't care about it then, that was the thing to do right now. Turing amber eyes on the blue that had hatched as well, Larka smiled and clapped for the girl's impression.
She wanted that! Larka wanted Hers! Oh and didn't she sound needy now. Pulling on her auburn hair, Larka circled a lock around her finger. Twist, down and pull, twist, down, and pull. Noticing that she was performing her nervous habit, Larka let her hair go and snapped to attention. She needed to pay attention. She had already missed as a green and pink hatched!
Now they were together and the green did not seem happy. The pink on the other hand looked ecstatic. Biting her lip, Larka watched as the green struck out at her smaller sister. No! That wasn't fair! It was a hatching though, so fairness did not matter. Sighing, Larka shook her head. Hopefully the green would impress to someone who made her happier. The pink certainly did as she left to meet hers. It was...Delilah! Clapping for the girl's impression, Larka turned her eyes on the Iron.
He was the second of his color to hatch, but Larka had payed him no mind before. He was bossy, and that just hit wrong. She hated males who tried to control her, and she could relate with the green and pink who had ignored him. The iron marched away toward the boys then to impress his own. Well, there were three impressions then, and still both cyans, an iron, and the green on the sands. Plenty more eggs as well! Smiling wide, Larka couldn't wait to see what came next.
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Post by claire on May 30, 2011 7:18:46 GMT -5
Varan came awake as soon as the hum began. He was a light sleeper, and that particular sound was one he remembered with crystal clarity from the last Hatching he had attended; he lay awake in the dark, staring unseeing at the ceiling as the hum grew in intensity, waiting for... And there it was. The summons from the mother of the clutch. Swiftly followed by a loud thump, Kee's shrieks, and an explosion of swearing from his roommate. Varan rolled his eyes and grinned to himself, blinking in the sudden light of the glow. "Calm down, Z, the eggs aren't going anywhere," he said. He jumped down from the top bunk, landing lightly, and padded barefoot over to where his robe hung from the end of the bed. Zykeidyn was ready to leave before he was; he gave his roommate a passing 'good luck' as he headed out of the door, and took a moment to slip his sandals on before following. He tailed the rushing crowd of candidates at a more leisurely pace, binding his hair tightly back as he walked. There were still plenty of candidates heading out onto the sands when he arrived, and a few stragglers yet to show. He bowed the golden mother of the clutch and her rider before walking over to join the rest of the candidates. "It's an honour and a privilege to Stand for your clutch, my lady," he said politely. He made his way over to join the main group, making small gestures of greeting to those of the candidates he was familiar with: smiles for Tana and Delilah, a hand raised to Xirofel, a short nod to Qosis, a grin for Corian, and a wink to Jerrith. He settled into the group beside Zykeidyn, bumping his roommate's shoulder in a friendly sort of way, and turned his attention to the eggs. An Iron was first to break free from its egg - a King first, marking a lucky Hatching - and was soon followed by two Cyans and a Blue. The iron sat aloof as the cyans bickered, but the blue slipped away to Impress a blonde girl he didn't know by name. Varan applauded along with the rest of the candidates. Eggs continued to crack. The nest two Impressions were of more interest to him: he clapped more enthusiastically as Delilah Impressed the first Pink of the clutch, and gave a joyful whoop as the second Iron chose Zy. "Way to go, Z!" he said delightedly, giving his roommate a congratulatory thump on the shoulder. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Calmera had been on a late chore shift in the kitchens when the hum first went up. She didn't really give it too much thought at first. She glanced up, puzzled by the noise, but after a moment turned her attention back to the stack of dishes before her. Whatever it was, it could wait. She would go and find out what was happening after she had finished her chores. And then Callistath's call went out, and she nearly dropped a plate. A quick look down at herself reminded her that her dishwater-splashed tunic was entirely inappropriate attire for a Hatching. Shards. She was going to have to go back to the barracks to change. She apologised profusely to the shift supervisor - fortunately he'd cottoned onto what the hum meant before she had, and waved her off without complaint - and ran to the barracks as fast as her legs would carry her. She was flushed and breathless by the time she arrived at her room. Tana was already gone, unsurprisingly enough; the reminder that she was already late made her breath come a little faster, but she forced herself to stand still and compose herself. Deep breaths; in, out. When she felt her heartbeat settle a little she opened her eyes. That was better. With one last deep, steadying breath she set about readying herself for the Hatching. A quick wash came first, since it seemed worth being a little later to not show up to the Hatching smelling of dirty dishwater and leftover food. It also had the added benefit of allowing her time to regain her breath and with it a sense of calmness. She was feeling significantly better by the time she pulled on the white robe and sandals that had been optimistically lying out ready for the past few days. She combed her hair out and braided it again before heading out onto the sands. Most of the other candidates were already there when she arrived, but at a rough headcount she didn't think she was the last. She bowed deeply and respectfully to Callistath and Avalle before walking across to join the other candidates. A few people had already Impressed, but no-one she knew. She smiled at Tana and Maly, waved to Niton, and positively lit up with happiness when she looked up to the stands and saw Cery beaming at her. That little tunnelsnake, he hadn't even hinted that he might come for the Hatching! Unable to keep a wide smile off of her face, she turned her attention back to the remaining eggs and dragonets. There were plenty of them left. Perhaps today was going to be her day.
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Post by RhiaBlack on May 30, 2011 8:49:00 GMT -5
Zeke shifted his step, his fingers still steepled before him as he patiently watched and waited. He felt a pang of nervousness, before it was pushed down. It wasn't an emotion he could afford to deal with right now. Not right now. Too many important things going on.
He looked around himself silently. Where in the shards was Varan? It wasn't two seconds later that there was a bump against his shoulder, and he flashed a smile at the younger Candidate. "G'luck, V. When you Impress, tell that dragon'a yours not t'eat me, yeah?"
The first hatching of the Iron forced his nerves to kick up, all over again. He couldn't help it. The further hatchings of the Cyans, Blue, Pink, and second Iron made his heart end up somewhere in his throat. His mouth was dry, and he found it hard to speak - though the heat from the Sands sent a small trickle of sweat rolling along his temple. He wiped it away hastily with the back of his hand, rubbing the scars that lingered there before turning his attention towards the newly-Hatched, once more. Kee plucked at his thoughts, and he smiled slightly. The Pink was upset at not being able to come, but she listened to Hers. She knew how important this Hatching was, HERS was Standing for it!
He looked over his shoulder briefly, searching the stands for his father. There was no way that Jyderin would have been able to come there, not in the short amount of time the eggs had been hardening, though Zy had sent him a letter notifying him that Gold Callistath had clutched. He assumed that his father would visit eventually, even if it didn't end up being until after the Hatching. A soft nod to cement the resolve in his thoughts, before he spotted K'var and Blue Argotath, offering a small, subdued wave as to not draw attention to himself; but so that both would see it. His smile broadened, crooked as it was, before he looked back to the clutch. Just in time to see the Blue Impress to Pash. He grinned broadly. One down, thirty-four to go! He wished her well - he didn't know her personally, but the longer he'd been at the Weyr, the more like family it seemed to have become. Sure, you had your sibling fights, but who didn't? It was all part of the cycle.
It was then that Zeke was made aware of a presence inside his thoughts, and a voice there before him. Z'dyn, you will get you Baihujinth food. He looked back forward to see the Iron Dragonet seated before him, looking up at him with the sort of indignation that Zeke found both endearing and...somewhat offensive.
He beamed the sort of smile that came once in a lifetime, rubbing at the scars on his face with disbelief. An Impression, for him. Much less that, an IRON? He couldn't believe it. Varan's cheer and K'var's from the stands were answered with a mirror of that smile, though it was nearly sheepish. His father wasn't going to believe it. His tone was stern, but there was no hiding the joy in it.
"Manners, Baihujinth. Never go demandin', always ask, yeah? Get people t'listen t'ya more, if you're nice 'bout it. Will I get m'Baihujinth food, -please-, hmm? But we'll work on that. C'mon, I know you gotta be starvin'."
Baihujinth seemed to contemplate this, though the aspect of being -nice- to anyone didn't seem to benefit him. Why should he be nice to people? They were there to do his bidding! They were there for him to order around! He looked somewhat indignant, but followed His off the Sands, to the side where Pash and her Blue sat. He was hungry, but he wanted to see what happened, first. Though he was too important to be obviously interested, he sat beside His and looked towards the remaining Candidates. His was strong-minded, he could tell. His thought like him, but it was odd. His didn't boss people around. Why? He thought about asking, but his attention was shifted to the hatching eggs and those wishing to Impress. He tucked his wings in behind him like a good boy, puffing his chest out to make himself look bigger. Oh yes. His was lucky, Baihujinth had picked him.
We will be the best pair, Z'dynMine. The best. I'm hungry, Mine. I should be first. First, Mine, not that ugly other Iron!
"Don't call people ugly. S'not nice. Gotta be nice, even if ya don't like 'em. It's the right thing t'do."
Baihujinth tilted his head, eyes swirling curiously as he looked up at His. Stories. His knew stories? You know about Kings, Mine? He thought curiously, tilting his head. His had funny marks on his face. His talked funny, too. Ask. His had said to ask, not to tell. But sometimes, he had to tell, too, right? But he'd asked. Asking was good, maybe. Zeke fished out some of the meat that the Kitchen Drudge had brought out, taking enough to hopefully satisfy Baihujinth for the time being. If baby Dragons were anything like baby anything else, he'd be repeating his first few sevendays with Kee, up every few candlemarks to feed his new companion. Though like with Kee, Zeke didn't mind. It made him proud - he and Bai would be strong workers, he knew it. After all this time, it was as if his life was only just beginning. As he fed Bai, he smirked quietly - his attention lingering on the Iron, as if he still couldn't believe he was standing here. That the presence in his mind belonged to the dark-coated entity there before him.
"Stories from long 'go. I'll tell ya after the Hatchin', yeah? Once we're all settled in, an' the like. Gotta move all our stuff; see that boy with dark hair over there? That's Varan. He's m'Roommate. Maybe we'll get lucky, an' he'll Impress too. You'd like him, he's real nice. Works hard, like we're gonna."
Work. What was this work? Baihujinth was perplexed, as he eagerly chomped down the offered meat. And His gave him a nickname! He decided he liked this nickname. But His would be the only one allowed to call him that. Only His. Nobody else, he wouldn't allow it. So much to learn, so many new things. But he would understand them, he knew. His would make him understand - they would be the best. The Iron gave something of a small grin to mirror His', before he turned his attention back to the sands - once he'd finished eating, that was. He sat up a little straighter, tucked his wings in just enough to not be in the way, but out enough to make himself look exactly as regal as he should.
And like a King surveying his court, he waited patiently for the rest of his soldiers, his allies, to hatch.
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Post by blue on May 30, 2011 12:28:11 GMT -5
Tana hugged herself as the first egg hatched. An Iron! That was a good sign for the rest of the clutch, and maybe even a good omen for the rest of the turn and the start of Threadfall in a couple of seasons. Next was a cyan, or at least, Tana thought it was a cyan. It was too dark and had too much blue to be a green, but it was too small to be a blue, so it had to be cyan. Tana smiled as the cyan followed her brother around like a puppy. They were so cute!
And then another cyan hatched, but she didn't seem as nice as her sister if the way she was treating the blue that had hatched after her was any indication. The blue ran towards the girls, and Tana caught her breath, hoping… But no. He went to another girl, but Tana still clapped for the Impression. Seeing it so close was quite a treat, and while she hoped to Impress, she didn't need to be the first, or even Impress at this clutch. There would be more.
The next to Hatch was a green, who seemed even worse than her mean cyan sister. Tana winced as an iron and pink Hatched, only for the pink to be injured by the green. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to see if the pink was alright. She seemed to be, running sensibly away from the green and towards the girls, passing Tana just as the blue had and Impressing to Delilah. Tana gave the Healer apprentice a smile as she applauded. Delilah deserved a dragon, and Tana was happy for her.
The iron had gone for the boys and Impressed while Tana was distracted, but she recognized another chore-partner as his new lifemate. She wondered what Zeke's new name would be, and hoped that the iron would help him control his exuberant firelizard.
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Post by kayleetonkslupin on May 30, 2011 14:26:01 GMT -5
The first egg to hatch was one of the largest, right next to the /very/ largest near the back, Aidan saw. An Iron! A King was the first egg to hatch on the Sands. But if the Iron was the first to hatch, then what could possibly be in the biggest egg? Aidan didn't know. He frowned, contemplating the eggs in silence. Would the Iron choose him? The eleven-turn-old bit back a smile. Probably not, he thought ruefully. Compared to most, if not all, the other Candidates, he was just a little boy. Not very king-like. It'd be wonderful to get an Iron, but he doubted this one would be it.
The teal-ish egg in the second row was also second to hatch. Second row, second egg. Aidan thought that was a nice coincidence. He waited to see what would emerge, and watched with interest as a Cyan came out. She was dark, like her egg, and rather pretty, he thought. He liked her stripes. The Cyan seemed very interested in her Iron clutchbrother. Aidan wondered what would come of that. The Iron didn't seem too interested in her, Aidan thought. He just tolerated her, at least at first. Then he seemed to approve more of her company.
Engrossed in the Hatching as he was, Aidan didn't pay attention to the Candidates around him. He was wholly focused on the eggs. A dark blue one hatched into another Cyan. Two Cyans! Aidan wondered what they were like and if they were friendly. He didn't like this second Cyan so much. She was very pretty, with that hint of blue in her, but she didn't look very friendly. Taking his mind off the two Cyans, he waited for something else to happen.
And it did. The fourth egg revealed a pale Blue. Definitely not a Cyan, Aidan thought, watching the Blue with interest. The Blue seemed to be talking to the mean Cyan, and whatever she told him scared him. Aidan felt sorry for the poor Blue. Apparently his other Cyan sister did, too, because she came barreling in to save her little brother. Taken by surprise, the scary Cyan fought back. And while that happened...
Well, while that happened, the Blue wandered off, and Impressed! To a girl! Aidan didn't know her, but he clapped all the same. Pash, he heard someone calling her. Pash. He'd congratulate her after. Her Blue did seem nice. Turning his attentions back to the Sands, he watched as a Green hatched out of her egg. Just as the Blue impressed, a Green hatched. He thought the timing was interesting. One dragon left the Sands, and another left the egg. Did they do that on purpose? Aidan didn't know.
A pink was next, hatching out before the green could do much of anything. Aidan considered her. Were pinks just for girls? He didn't know. Probably. But she was nicer-looking than her Green sister, he thought. Just a bit. Then the big blue egg brought forth another Iron! Aidan's eyes widened. /Two/ Kings on the Hatching Sands! /Two/ Irons? Would one of them Impress to him? He still doubted it. But it was fun to think about.
That Iron was bossy, come to think of it. It got its green sister pretty angry. So angry that she snapped at her Pink sister. She /hurt/ the Pink! Aidan shuddered. Was the Pink going to /between/? No, Aidan realized soon. She wasn't hurt really badly. Good. He was relieved at that. The second Iron probably was, too, because he went over to the boys...and Impressed. Not to Aidan, though. Aidan wasn't A'dan yet. Or Aid'n, or...whatever he might be. Aidan was almost bouncing with excitement to find out, but he forced himself to calm down, clapping for the Candidate who he thought was called Zeke. Well, his name would be different now, anyway.
Then the Pink quickly Impressed. To a girl, of course. Aidan sighed as he realized he didn't know her either. He'd have to make an effort to get to know the others better and not just hang onto Xiro, much as Xiro was fun. Maybe his new bonded...when he Impressed, which would be today...would help. Aidan clapped for the girl. He eyed the eggs. What would be next?
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 30, 2011 14:56:24 GMT -5
Breezes tossed both heat and sand to eye-level. Qosis blinked, narrowed his eyes, then gave up and rubbed at the one suffering greater offense till the grains dripped out. With only the new Green active and the other unImpressed dragonets lingering to one side, his attention wavered momentarily to the pale crimson varnish of the Sands. The final send-off of the sunset turned even Iron hides bloody, but the glaze of light was faint. As the Green dug her talons into an unwary Pink, it vanished. Night was upon them, and glows being opened all around the Sands gave the newborns a distinctly more alien cast. The Green twisted wetly toward the second Iron, and Qosis could pick out the red in her eyes as she forced him back.
His thumb brushed against his tipless forefinger, subsided, then returned to press on the point of injury as Qosis frowned. He looked to Callistath, but thus far the queen seemed unperturbed. It was harder to tell on a dragon. Their faces were smooth, less likely to bear ferocity in the wrinkles around lip and brow. Eyes did not tell everything, for these were intelligent creatures as adults and thus should not be singly occupied by one feeling, or one thought. He wanted to feel that the Gold would be a better shepherd than Kalith, but he knew better than to base his expectations on hope.
The second Iron was close. It went past him. Qosis pivoted to watch it, not because he awaited a comic turn back in his direction, but because he did not fancy the Iron lurching at him from behind for other reasons. Like eating his head. Briefly he assessed the strength of the gangly beast: unlike the handsome Green, he seemed typical for his size, and typical meant he was sinuous and bony in Hatchlinghood but that his head stood high even against Qosis. A simple rear off his hindlegs would put the quintet of talons on each forepaw in the range of various vital body parts. The fangs of the head did not require additional gains on height for the same. The Iron was holding very still, very helpful for this analysis. Impressing.
Qosis buried the scene in memory and faced the others. He did not feel anything stirring in him at the loss of the Iron. Not jealousy, not happiness. But he could lament the deadening effect of his preoccupations later. When all were accounted for. Presently there were the Lingerers, composed of the first Iron and a two-Cyan harem. And there was the muscular, shadowcapped Green whose violence had eased at the first scratch.
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Post by Gray on May 30, 2011 15:24:40 GMT -5
Tasia wasn't to surprised to see a Green hatch next. Greens, like Pinks, Blacks and Blues, were the meat and bones of the Weyr. While the 'higher ups' were the organs. This lass seemed to be a bit on the violent side, which surprised Tasia a bit. She had yet to encounter a Green of a more vicious persuasion. She merely watched as the Green stalked around, she was a curious sight though. That gray patch was an interesting marking. The green was also fairly stocky, rather different from what she was used to.
Her attention wandered between those who sat Unimpressed, and those who were hatching. A Pink. Adjusting her glasses, Tasia quirked a brow at the Pink's roar. Well someone was happy to be Free. No reason she shouldn't be though. Tasia could only imagine being cooped up in an egg. The pink looked like a happy one though, ambling after her sister like that. Though the Green didn't seem to enjoy it as much.
Another egg started to hatch though.
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Ezekiel clasped his hands as the big egg in the back started to crack down it's center. His eyes widened as the Iron shoved his way into the world, his head held high. Two Irons so quickly? Color Ezekiel surprised. He watched as the Iron go towards his sisters, puffing his chest. What was he doing? Ezekiel didn't quite understand.
Again he barked! It made Ezekile laugh some, thinking of the Iron a bit like a puppy. His joy didn't last long though, that poor Pink! Shaking his head, Ezekiel sighed. Dragonets were so volatile. He couldn't imagine being born with such anger. The Green wasn't content just going after her Pink sister. The Iron was so much bigger than her though, despite what she had done, Ezekiel hoped that he didn't hurt her too bad. But instead the Iron backed off, heading towards the candidates.
Watching with wide eyes and bated breath, Ezekiel stood still. Would be be chosen?
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Lyr clapped for the newly Impressed Z'dyn joyously. She was glad that the Iron had found his so quickly! She looked the Iron over once more, grinning from ear to ear, before she turned back to the sands. She watched as the Pink scrambled away from her angrier Green sister. Lyr couldn't blame her. She wouldn't want to be around someone who hurt her either! Ok, that was a lie. Lyr would have stayed and tried to cheer the person up. The Pink, however, was more interested in Impressing. Lyr watched as she moved towards the girls. With this, she got a better look at her. She was quite bright, like a lot of the Pinks Lyr had seen. The paler color on her legs was pretty too!
It seems it wasn't Lyr's time yet, as the Pink chose yet another girl Lyr had yet to introduce herself to. She clapped none the less for the new pair. Lyr heard the Pink's name, Agnith, when Delilah spoke it. It was pretty, and it just.... Fit.
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Post by coelacanth on May 30, 2011 15:27:44 GMT -5
Living in the candidate's barracks had its advantages. Or at least, one advantage. He knew exactly when the hatching was starting, by the excited footfalls, and the chattering coming from the dragon end of the building. Yet, Rhys was still late, though he supposed better late than never. It had happened when the insomniac had finally gotten to sleep, after all, and Faranth! Just five more minutes?
But finally he had roused himself, and made his way to the stands, selecting one of the spots left, way at the back, but one from which his size allowed him to still see decently. He'd never been to a hatching before, and one day, if everything went as planned, he'd go to his own, albeit one probably without so much ceremony.
Shells, they were even wearing those funny white robes, that apparently gave them a moment of imagined equality before the strict hierarchy that would be the rest of a dragonrider's life. He wasn't so certain if he approved of the things, anymore, as he had when the purpose was first posed to him by the scarred woman in the forge.
But Rhys studied them, from what his tardiness allowed him to watch. Their posture, what they did after they impressed, where they were standing. A part of him nearly hoped for blood (he'd missed the pink's minor injury), but he quashed that silly hope almost immediately. At the moment, one of the few moments, it seemed to him almost distasteful, given the rumours he'd heard of the last hatching on those sands.
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Post by Nia on May 30, 2011 15:29:20 GMT -5
It had been going well. The Hatching, that is. Callistath watched as her eggs hatched and the dragonets Impressed. She didn't move into stop the fights, because really, they were just fights. Her children weren't quite as ladylike as their mother, but they weren't Couineth sized pains, so they were ok. The Candidates were... bearable. Up until that one girl just had to walk in late. She'd warned them. Callistath's anger ingnited and she towered over Calmera before the girl could get back to the other Candidates. How DARE she approach the eggs while they had hatched! Her children were in danger! With an enraged roar Callistath knocked Calmera to the ground, and Avalle tugged on the gold's mind to reign her back before she did any lasting damage. "You can either go seek medical attention or you can deal with it and Stand. Your choice," Avalle informed her, pulling the still-angry Callistath back. The gold still didn't relax. I told them tardiness would not be acceptable, [/i] Callistath was obviously still angry, but she wasn't going to attack anymore. I know you did. You warned them. Avalle shrugged. If they weren't going to listen, that wasn't her fault. As that was happening, the Iron watched with slight fascination as his mother lashed out at a Candidate. He wanted to be that strong. To be so commanding and great! That was what he wanted to be. But he was having trouble just leading over the few dragonets that were on the sands. The darker Cyan had seemed to take the beating she got from the lighter Cyan, well, either that or she just started toning her sister out as she looked for something more interesting. The lighter Cyan soon got the idea and went to go find her Green sister, equally as mad at the Green for actually striking out! On the other side of the clutch the tan and brown egg cracked and broke somewhat steathily, as if it was trying to escape notice. It split nice and neatly down the middle, the dragonet inside tumbling out rather clumsily. It was a Black, although his hide seemed somewhat undertoned with brown, not that you could really tell from far away. He stood awkwardly on his new legs, looking around curiously. So, uh, like, it was ok to move now, right? No one was going to yell at him or, uh, anything, right? Hesitantly he took a few steps forward, knowing he was hungry and that he had to Impress. However, unfortunately he didn't get far before the darker colored Cyan was grinning right in his face. Where you goin'? She seemed to ask, taunting the Black. Unlike his confused, but still terrified Blue brother, this Black was absolutely horrified. Uh, uh, uh, he didn't do anything wrong! But the Cyan knew that, of course. She also knew that she really, really hated him. Or maybe she liked him? It was hard to tell with her. She pounced at the Black, aiming to pin him, but the Black was surprisingly fast and managed to get away from her. He ran towards the Candidates with the Cyan hot on his tail. In her own awkwardness, the darker Cyan knocked over the dark green egg that was next to hers, sending it flying and cracking. A Green emerged from the rubble, a sort of jade colored green with lighter markings along her back, face and feet. She was also rather big for a Green, but very delicately propotioned. She was a lady, similar to her mother, and she did not appreciate being knocked out of her egg with such crass movements! However, the Green was also a meddler. No! Not meddler. She didn't meddle. She helped. She was a mediator at heart, not like her Cyan sister, who wanted justice. This Green wanted everyone to get along and stop trying to kill each other. It wasn't all that much to ask. Quickly analyzing the situation, the Green darted after her Cyan sister, shoving herself at the Cyan and knocking the two of them over in a tangle of limbs. The Cyan was indignant, but the Green was calm and stared her down. Whaaaaat! She hadn't done anything wrong, jeez! She was just teaching that dumb stupid Black a lesson! It was definitely her job. The Black in question had watched them for a moment before slinking away to go find His. He, uh, really didn't like that Cyan and he didn't want to be around her anymore. He was thankful to the Green, but he'd have to probably thank her later. Uh, probably. More importantly was finding His, someone who could protect him and who he could protect and have fun with and uh, not like, die with. Yeah, not dying was important. However, the Black barely made it to the front of the boys before he was knocked to the ground. Apparently the Cyan had escaped the Green with some fake promises in order to attack him. Finally! She had him! She had him! The Cyan dug her claws into the Black's wings, managing to rip the membranes a bit before the Black scrambled away from her. He was saved once again by the meddling Green, who pounced on the Cyan and held her down. Trying not to bleed too much, the Black rushed to the boys and didn't even think before picking one. E'kielMine, your, uh, Aldebarath was hurt, by, uh, that Cyan.... I really don't like her, E'kielMine. Can we, uh, stay away from her?[/i] He was a cautious type, and he really just didn't want any trouble. He didn't want to bother that Cyan anymore. But as long as he had His to protect him, he would be fine! And one day they could fly together! Even if his wings were a bit damaged. But that's ok, they could fix it. It wasn't that bad. Uh, right? The Cyan was mad that the Black had gotten away from her, but she was really more disappointed. She hadn't meant to hurt him. Kind of. Ok, maybe she had meant it. But he was supposed to fight back! You know?! What kind of dragon didn't fight back! The Cyan shoved the Green off her and marched towards the girls, with the Green right on her tail. That Cyan needed her, or else she'd probably go hurt someone else, and the Green didn't want to see anyone hurt. It wasn't proper. She also wanted to teach the rude Cyan some manners, but that would have to wait until later. She followed the Cyan through the girls, even though she already knew Hers was one of the boys. She just wanted to keep an eye on this one. The dark Cyan moved through the girls, lashing out at a few of them. She dug her claws through Rushera's leg before she was dragged away by the Green, and then shoved Naraevhyn to the ground by shoving her body into the girl's. Aha! Then she saw one. One she was going to definitely kill! This girl didn't want a Cyan? She didn't think they were cool? High enough? Smart enough? Well she was going to show this girl. The Green watched, her eyes whirling with concern for both the Cyan and the girl she was about to rip into. So you don't want a Cyan, huh Frankiemine? the Impression was made simply because the Cyan wanted to torment the girl, Not good enough for you, are we? Not special enough? Well listen up, Mine, because I'm going to set you straight. I have so many plans you'd be floored just trying to see! Not that you'd be smart enough to understand any of them, because you're not. Cyans are the best color, and I'm the best of the best. Got it? Do you get it? We're going to be the best and you're going to get over yourself,[/i] the Cyan paced back and forth dramatically as she spoke, Now, you're going to go get your Scikath some food, and then we can manipulate all these idiots to do what we want them to. Ok?[/i] With the Cyan all squared away, the Green made her way out of the girls and towards the boys. She stole a glance back at her other Cyan sibling and the Iron, both of which were simply idling on the Sands, the Iron trying desperately to get the Cyan to leave him alone and go Impress. But she didn't want to! Not until the Iron did! Because he was being stupid and if she didn't drag him away to Impress he'd probably stand out there waiting for everyone else t Impress first! She kept trying to convince him that leaders went first, you know, but he just wanted to watch and make sure everyone else was alright first. But he hadn't gone after the Cyan because the Green was taking care of it, ok? He cared! Kind of. Maybe. It was his job to care. The other Iron he hadn't liked, but at least he'd Impressed. And now the rest of the clutch was his to lead! Except this annoying Cyan that wouldn't listen to him at all. The Green watched them for a moment before leaving to the boys. She didn't need to loiter around here any longer. She was hungry and she had a job to do. She sniffed and delicately made her way around the boys, searching out Hers. She analyzed each Candidate specifically, judging their mind before moving on to the next one. Hm. Who did she want? Not that one, not that one. Definitely not that one. Too rude, too crass, too stupid. Circling back, she doubled back around to check the boys again, going over each one. She had to make sure her choice was right. She wasn't just going to Impress to insult or Impress to get away from another dragon. She was Impressing to find her partner. And there. This one would do. You are acceptable, J'ritMine. More than acceptable. We will be perfect together, your Astraeth is sure of it. I am also hungry, Mine. Some food would be nice,[/i] she was dignified and polite, although as seen earlier she wouldn't hesitate to use force when it came to mediating. That was what she liked to do. Any problem and she knew she could fix it. She'd fixed that difficult Cyan, hadn't she? Yes. She had. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Cathaline on May 30, 2011 15:54:43 GMT -5
Everything seemed to be happening so fast! An iron Impressed, a pink Impressed - Niton couldn't stop the grin that was spreading over his face. Though the pink had been injured, drawing a groan from him, she seemed just fine over there with the girls, and that had to be a good sign! He spotted Calmera's distinctive hair and gasped when Callistath lashed out at her. Not fair! Calmera was a good person, and she'd probably been late because she was working hard! Shards, he hoped she would be okay...
To the surprise of someone who had been dreading a red, though, the remainder of the violence came from a cyan. Niton's eyes widened as she ripped into the black, and he hovered anxiously as the dragonet came toward them. Maybe, maybe -
But the black went to a boy he recognized but didn't personally know. At least he'd survived to Impress. And meanwhile the cyan was causing pain and chaos among the girls.
She too Impressed, though, and Niton's eyes were drawn by the green who headed over to them. She was lovely, and he stayed still as she examined him - along with everybody else who remained. It took him a moment to realize that Impression had been made, and then his eyes widened; it was all he could do to contain a cheer, but he didn't want to annoy the dragonets. Jerrith! Jerrith had a dragon! He'd always known his friend would Impress, and she was a nice green, too! She had sorted out that whole mess with the cyan, so far as Niton could tell!
He clapped politely, beaming. Yes. Best hatching ever. Of course, they were less than a third of the way through it, but so far all the injuries had barely slowed down the dragonets, nobody looked to be dead, and Jerrith had a dragon! That did send a slight pang through Niton, though. They were officially no longer roommates. Maybe if he Impressed too they would be again, but what if the green didn't like his dragonet?
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Post by larkwing on May 30, 2011 15:59:18 GMT -5
It seemed that the hatching had fully gotten under way now at last. More eggs were rocking and...a candidate was late. Great! Callistath's anger could easily be felt by the people standing as she lashed out. Wincing barely, Larka hoped that the girl was okay. However, it was partially her fault for being late after all. Sighing, the candidate was greatful that she and Inali had come when they did. Turning back to the eggs, Larka forgot the injured girl, for now at least.
Larka watched carefully as a...was that a brown or a black, hatch. Squinting her eyes, Larka nodded her head. Black, just with a brown undertone. The cyan from before had slinked over to it already and started in on her game once again. The candidate couldn't help smile a bit. She knew it wasn't entirely nice what the cyan was doing, but it was very amusing. Blinking a few times, the girl shuffled her feet on the sands. It was getting hot, really hot. Shuffling helped though, it made it a bit better at least.
The two fighters hit another egg that hatched a green. It was a pretty green and nothing like her sister of the same color. Larka bit her lip as the scuffles between the sblings ending and they started to come over. Would one choose her? Nope! That was the answer it seemed as the three fighters went to Theirs and impressed. Sighing, Larka rubbed her hands on her robe. Would her turn come at all today?
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Inali was thinking much of the same thing honestly. Already now there had been six impressions. Six, and she hadn't been looked at once. Maybe something was wrong with her? Looking down, Inali pulled at her robe and fidgeted. Something that was so not Lady-like. Sighing loudly, Inali shook her head and forced her worries away for now at least. Looking in the stands, she wished she could see her sister staring back. The face of the older sibling wasn't found though. Was Abetzi there? Or maybe she was still asleep?
Looking back at the hatchlings still on the sands, Inali bit her lip and wrung her hands together before snapping them to her sides. She needed to stop being so nervous! This wasn't proper, and it wasn't good behaviour. How was she supposed to show these dragonets the best she was without acting like it? Shaking herself mentally for a good minute, Inali focused her cold gray eyes back on the eggs. She'd impress, she had to....eventually....maybe....if she was lucky.
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Post by blue on May 30, 2011 16:21:14 GMT -5
Tana bit back a yelp as Callistath knocked her roommate over. "Cal! Are you alright?" she asked worriedly, stepping forward to kneel next to the other girl. She had thought that the only danger at a Hatching came from the babies, not their mother! If that was what queens were like, then tana was glad that there weren't any on the sands. Things were bad enough with the green hurting Delilah's pink.
She didn't pay much attention to the eggs hatching just then, though she did notice the cyan hurting the black, and winced at it. More violence. At least none of the hatchlings or candidates had been seriously injured yet, as long as Calmera was okay. But still, two dragons injured, plus Cal… Tana couldn't imagine why the Queen was so angry at Cal anyway. Sure, she had been a little bit late, but that didn't make her any less worthy of one of Callistath's children! In fact, Tana couldn't think of anyone worthier, and she glared at the queen, mentally taking back all compliments she had ever thought about Callistath. Tana didn't stop glaring until the cyan, the one who'd been so mean to her clutchsiblings, approached the cluster of girls. She tensed, half expecting another attack, only to relax when the cyan Impressed to a girl Tana didn't know.
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Post by Gray on May 30, 2011 16:21:54 GMT -5
Well well well. Looks like someone had got onto the Gold's bad side. She smirked a bit before turning back to the Hatching. This was to important for her to spend time thinking about late candidates. Canting her head, she watched the curious Iron. He was taking his sweet time, wasn't he? She shook her head a bit. It wasn't that complicated. She never understood why some dragons dawdled.
In the back, she thought she saw some movement. Nah, it wasn't anything. But sure enough, soon a black moved into her view. Huh, so she was right! She watched him for a bit, sighing. He seemed like a wimp. Getting scared by that Cyan. She had to give the Cyan some credit though, this was her second. But this Black, he was just so... Pathetic. Fast though, the Cyan couldn't even pin him. But he was going to die. She knew it. He was going to get so scared he betweened.
She watched as they ran around, as the Cyan knocked over the green egg. She raised a brow as the Green stood. Well, she was pretty, to say the least. And she did not seem to like the Cyan bothering her Black brother. Tasia smiled a bit, this could get to be fairly interesting.
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Oh that poor Black! Ezekiel watched the Cyan tear around and chase him, even knocking over anotehr egg! Thankfully, the dragonet inside was not harmed. That Cyan? Yea, she was mean. Ezekiel didn't like her all that much. He frowned some, wincing when the Black's wings got a bit torn. That probably hurt really bad! But he did get away. That was good. Breathing a sigh of relief, he watched the back rush towards the male candidates.
Oh and he was bleeding! Poor thing. Hopefully who ever he impressed too could get that fixed. E'kielMine, your, uh, Aldebarath was hurt, by, uh, that Cyan.... I really don't like her, E'kielMine. Can we, uh, stay away from her?
E'kiel? Aldebarath? A giant grin formed on the boy's face, he had impressed! “Of course Aldebarath! I don't really like her either. She seems kinda mean. We should go get your wings fixed, then see about getting you fed.”
Yea... Uh I mean, if it's not to much.
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Lyr clapped sooo loudly for Ezekiel! Er, E'kiel! She was surprised the younger boy had impressed so quickly, but she was glad! That little black looked like he needed a friend with that Cyan tormenting him the way she did. It was cemented in her mind. Lyr didn't really like the Cyan. She was mean. And mean for no reason! So when the Cyan and her new Green sister moved towards the girls, Lyr kept back. She was lucky, but some others were not. Lyr frowned a bit. This Cyan just needed to stop!
She sighed a bit. But she couldn't stop her. She didn't want there to be a death at this hatching too. Thankfully, by the time she looked up, the Cyan had Impressed. Good. Perhaps Hers could keep tabs on the Cyan. She wasn't sure though, Lyr didn't know the girl.
She clapped none the less. To not clap would be rude! And Lyr, if anything, was not rude. She expected the Green to Impress after, but what she didn't expect was the Green moving to the boys. Oh, well as long as she found her other half! Lyr was right though, she did Impress quickly to yet again, someone Lyr did not know. Once more she clapped, adding a few jubilant whistles as well.
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