Rii
Wingleader
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RP demon hungers...
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Post by Rii on May 30, 2011 16:26:31 GMT -5
Gesseridan gripped his arm tightly. This was bad, the dragonets fighting amongst themselves. He didn't want to see any of them drive each other between... it would be such a loss, such a waste of such wonderful creatures. He inhaled sharply as ichor was drawn... no, it wasn't too bad... but still...
Impressions! The wounded pink to Delilah - he gave a congratulatory cry, although his voice was too quiet even in his own ears. He would have to find her later and congratulate her properly later, Gess reminded himself. And surely she and her new pink wouldn't mind holding to the deal... he'd help her tend to her dragonet chores, she'd help him learn about dragonet care and basic healing.
Watching the dragonets fight free of their eggs held his attention after that. He didn't even realize that another candidate had entered late until the queen roared. He blanched. She'd been attacked - hurting - shells, Callistath would kill her - no, she'd sat back. Gess wiped a trickle of sweat from his temple; whether it was from the heat or nerves, he couldn't tell. Couldn't pay attention to. More of the dragonets were finding their own, and he sighed with relief. One handful down safely... so many more to go.
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Post by glee on May 30, 2011 16:28:44 GMT -5
Two Irons in one Hatching... that Gold must be proud. The Green and Pink she didn't really care about or pay attention to, but the Iron she watched carefully. Only when the Green attacked him without fear nor respect did Frankie chuckle, but everyone was so immensed in what was happening that few, if any, took notice. Not much pride in a King when there was a fighter ready to maul his face, huh? He ran off and Impressed to a boy she didn't know, but then again she really didn't know any of the dragon candidates properly. The other Iron was still not showing any interest in the candidates, overlooking the clutch as if he himself was in charge of it. It was then that a mighty roar threw her out of her thoughts and she noticed Callistath towering over a candidate. The sight was intimidating and awe-inspiring at the same time, but Frankie resisted the urge to hide further in the bulk of girl candidates, forcing herself to watch. It didn't last long, the jr. weyrwoman pulled her back quickly but the candidate yet had to stand up again. Whispering rose around her - all of them had heard the warning not to show up late, but to be attacked by the Queen like this they had definitely not expected. Dragon business was more cruel than Frankie had imagined and it made her finger itch to try her hands on controlling a mighty Queen like that. Having the candidates dance around like puppets to her tune would have been to her liking alright. A Green and a Black had hatched while she had not been paying attention and only after the early hatched Cyan started fighting did Frankie force herself to look away from Callistath and the candidate and watch the hatching again. How curious that they behaved like a pack yet fought with each other the moment they cracked their shells. At least some of them.
The Cyan came for the girls, followed by the Green. Frankie expected her to have spotted 'Hers' until she started lashing out, injuring one girl and the throwing herself at another. When she felt her eyes focusing on her she tensed, ready to throw herself out of the way should she be attacked. The thought she could Impress this one didn't even occur to her, why should she? She had dismissed that possibility early on.
So you don't want a Cyan, huh Frankiemine? Frankie froze in her spot, staring at the Cyan in wide-eyed disbelief. No. "No!" She didn't notice she called that out loud. "Go away!" 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. SHARDS! "This... is...!" Frankie looked around helplessly, as if there was a chance one of the other girls could step forward and Impress in her stead. She knew it wasn't possible. She had relied on the fact that the bond between a rider and their dragon could not be broken once it was made. And now she was stuck with a sharding useless...! Tears flooded her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. That just wasn't fair! 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? She looked up again at the dragonets swirling eyes, feeling her hunger, her eagerness and her disdain of Frankies arrogance. It wasn't the infinite joy of wonder she had heard described or seen written in the faces of the other candidates that had Impressed, but her reluctance slowly turned into wary acceptance. "Yeah...", she mumbled, "Sorry." With that she turned around, leading Scikath off the sands to get her some food.
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princesal
Wingrider
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Poliwogging it up!
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Post by princesal on May 30, 2011 16:29:19 GMT -5
Oh wow! When that egg hatched a second Iron, even though Wes pretty much knew he wouldn't impress that color, he still was in awe. Two Irons!? Two?! And that wasn't even the biggest egg of the clutch! What was in that one? He was sure it wasn't a queen, but perhaps a sub-queen? A really big sub-queen? He already felt as if this clutch was the best one he had ever seen, the best hatching, and even though he hadn't impressed yet, he was still beaming. Part of him almost hoped that if he did impress, it wouldn't be until later, if only because he wanted to stay this close to the entire hatching. He wanted to have the dragons walk around him, instead of being ushered off the sands. That said though, he really REALLY wanted to impress, he would never not want to.
Oh wow! That pink was beautiful too! Everything was happening already so fast, and Wes couldn't figure out where to look exactly, everywhere he looked something was happening, and he was trying not to look spastic or twitchy, but he wanted to see and wa-ack! There had been a little bit of rough housing before, but that seemed to be all, until now. Seeing the pink getting bit, his worry of it suddenly turning into chaos seemed to suddenly become a reality. Sure, the Pink looked fine, and still wandered, or really ran off to impress, but was that an omen of more? Watching where the pink went, he clapped when he saw that it was Delilah who impressed. She had told him that she was a healer, and even if she didn't know what to do, the weyr healer would know exactly how to take care of the situation. He was actually really happy for her, seeing as somehow he really so far had only had good conversation with her, and gotten along. She deserved a dragon, and they would be a great match.
Still caught in his musings, he turned back to see... what was going on!? What was going on!? Callistath seemed to have caught notice of something... someone... coming in late. Eyes going wide, he watched as the huge gold struck out, angry and terrifying. Wes had to bite his lip from making any noise, and he was suddenly so very very VERY glad that he hadn't wandered onto the sands before now, so glad that he hadn't been late. If he had been on the end of that anger, he most likely would have ruined his robes, and if the girl didn't, he was impressed. Eyes snapping away from the strong commanding gold queen, he was afraid that she'd focus in on him staring in fear, and decide to make a bigger statement.
That's when everything seemed to happen at once, dragons hatching, and then another attack a big Cyan beauty... or should he say bully... who turned hostile and bit into her brothers wings, it happened so close to the group of boy candidates, that he was surprised that no one had been splattered with ichor. Wes inadvertently took a step back, and was afraid that the Cyan would suddenly turn to the candidates and decide that it would be time to start deciding who was worthy to impress, and who was worthy to maul. Swallowing thickly, he sighed in relief when the black impressed, but more importantly, when the cyan turned away and made off to the girls.
Wes' eyes lingered on the green following though, she was a beauty, and since his gaze was focused there he saw the Cyan had started to lash out at the girls. The boys were spared, but... whoa... that Cyan was... a handful, and he really was hoping she'd impress soon rather than spend the entire time just attacking her brothers and sisters, and the candidates. The green kept track, and he wished that she would come back over here, she seemed calm and controlled, and kept the Cyan from more than seriously hurting one of the girls. When the impression of the Cyan happened, Wes felt a mixture of relief and sympathy for the girl.
Then something miraculous happened, and the green was heading back! She was heading back to the boys. Maybe she would talk to him? Maybe it was possible? She seemed to take a long time going over each boy, examining, figuring out their traits, trying to find the one that matched up perfectly to her. Wes was biting his lip so hard he could feel the skin starting to split. Maybe, maybe, maybe! And then he saw that no, it wasn't him. He felt a pang of disappointment, of sadness, but he still managed to clap, it was only polite of him.
Looking away, his eyes went back to the eggs, back to the dragons still searching, still waiting. That was close, and maybe he'd change his mind. He'd rather impress early than stay on the sands and go through the emotional highs and lows, especially like just now. This really was only the beginning though, and blood and ichor had already been shed. Did that mean more was to come? Or that it was already gotten out of the way? The hair on the back of his neck was standing up, hopefully to be alert and ready.
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Post by matsi on May 30, 2011 16:48:21 GMT -5
Bryan was in a dazed state as he watched the hatching. One by one, eggs broke open, and the dragonets started to interact with each other and find theirs. Cyans, blues, black Irons and greens. Quite a mix, he had to admit. Though, he wasn’t surprised. It was a gold’s clutch. They always seemed to have quite a mix of personalities and colors. Not that he was an expert. Shards no. He definitely was not any type of dragon expert. Then again, was there such a thing as an expert? No. As he watched these new hatchlings, he was certain there wasn’t. How could there be when each dragon was so different from the next? Even at only moments old, the dragonets on the sands showed different personalities and reactions.
As Bryan’s hazel eyes watched dragons find theirs, he couldn’t help but wince inside as a blue chose a female. Poor girl. Well, good for her for finding her lifetime partner, but, what if he chased a green with a female rider? The thought made Bryan shiver. That would just be bad! Then again, maybe the blue wouldn’t do that to His? But could one really control themselves when flooded with lust? It was a scarcely covered topic to the candidates, so Bryan couldn’t answer his own questions.
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P’rth met up with Amara in the stands. His face was as smooth as ever as he put his arm around the black rider. ”Sorry, Vee, Aith didn’t come today,” P’rth said softly to the black. Almost immediately, though, there was a whoosh of air as the pink landed next to the black. Now, would I miss this, Mine? She crooned softly as her eyes whirled brightly. Her head immediately turned to the shaking eggs to watch them. P’rth could feel longing coming from the Pink’s chest, but it was followed by understanding. The pink wanted to watch her own children hatch and impress, which made Aith jealous of the golden queen, but she understood that she couldn’t, and she was somewhat alright with that in the end.
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F’in had been waiting for Lyr by the hatching sands as soon as Foranith announced to him that the eggs were hatching. He was almost overwhelmed as Lyr appeared, threw Kida at him, then ran off. He immediately grabbed the child’s hand and led her into the stands to watch. He tried to sit as close as they could so that Kida could watch her mother. ”Luk at all de Behbehs, Kid-uh,” He said with a small smile as he pointed at the hatching dragonets. He lifted the child and put her on his lap to watch, while he wrapped an arm around her protectively. ”Mey-bee, un vill be yer mama’s,” He added with a larger smile to the child. He certainly did hope that Lyr impressed. He would be so proud of her. He was certain that Kida would be excited for her mother too, which would just be heartwarming.
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Post by veritas on May 30, 2011 16:51:49 GMT -5
Jerrith didn't have much time to think about Varan's greeting, beyond flashing a brilliant smile in response to it – a smile that would, at least, show that gone was the wherrybrained, second-guessing doubt that had plagued him before the Hatching. Eggs were cracking, dragonets were scrambling across the Sands... and after the first neat Impression, things were getting decidedly more tensed. A green, and then a... blue? Cyan? A cyan, probably, were both stirring up trouble with their clutchmates. Jerrith bit his lip, fearing a reprise of the bloody wher hatching, but he stood his ground. He would do what was necessary; he would not be deterred.
If he ever hoped to be brave enough to face Thread, he would need to be brave enough for this.
More Impressions – his attention was diverted for a moment at a belated arrival, and he winced again as Callistath knocked the girl to the Sands. He didn't know her personally, but he'd seen her often enough at chores to think her a good sort, not deserving of that... at least the gold's assault didn't get too vicious.
He forced his attention back to the dragonets, wincing again at the cyan's malice in tearing into her black clutchmate, as fierce, in Jerrith's mind, as any red. There was no reason for that attack – and attack was all it could be. He hadn't been in her way, she'd hunted him down... but time and again, her smaller clutchmate, another green, intervened, putting a stop to the assault.
Now there was a beauty. Not only was her brilliant hide quite nice, the way she stood up for her smaller clutchmates – that was nothing short of commendable. And she was doing it just out of the egg! What might she be like when she grew up, and what would she make of her rider?
His breath caught as that very same green looked over the boys. Who would it be? Who would leave the Sands with that proud, noble green, that one dragonet who was picking out her lifemate with such care? Surely nobody would be such a dimglow as to think her unworthy of...
And then...
She was talking to him. To him. With every fiber of his being, he could feel her satisfaction, her affection, her desire to make everything right... there was more love pouring into him than he'd ever have thought possible.
All the tales that had been told of this moment, all the songs sung... none of it could compare.
He staggered, dropping to one knee. “Me?” he whispered, reaching forward, trembling fingers stretching out to caress the smooth hide – still slick from the egg, but so, so impossibly fine beneath that.
But there was no real question about it. He couldn't doubt that confidence. To do so would be to belittle her, and she was... perfect.
There'd be food coming soon, off to the side; he concentrated on that thought as hard as he could, hoping to get that thought through – and Astraeth cocked her head at him. There's no need to shout, J'ritMine. I hear you. Will the food be here very soon, then? Then she glanced back over her shoulder at the eggs and hatchlings. The troublesome cyan had Impressed, true, but there were so many others who could cause problems. Like that other green. But what if my siblings cause more trouble, Mine? We should stay here, so we can put a stop to it!
With a bit less focus, he thought, They'll need to sort through their lives themselves, beloved. Rising to his feet, he thought back to what Talyen had told him, not so long ago. I wish we could set them all on the right course. And we'll do what we can, when we can. But for now, we should get away. With so many people and so many dragons all so close together, so much more can go wrong just by accident. See, your brother still found His, even though he was hurt. They're tough; they'll manage for now.
I suppose. She waddled along beside him as he led her off the Sands, to where the other new weyrlings were waiting.
J'rit. That would take some getting used to. And he was a dragonrider now, the rider of... he tried to sound out Astraeth's name in his head, arranging it into sounds he could say out loud.
Astraeth, she repeated helpfully.
J'rit almost laughed. That's still just in my head, love. But we'll work it out.
As he led his new lifemate away from the crowd, J'rit reflected that the headaches that had so plagued him around crowds, that had been lurking around the corners of his mind even today, were... gone. Maybe she wasn't letting him feel pain? Maybe there was just no room for that when her affection so filled his mind?
Whatever. He'd try singing to her later, when they had a moment's peace. And whatever could happen, would happen. For now, he had Astraeth, she had him, and there was nothing else on Pern that mattered.
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Azhdarchid
Jr. Weyrwoman
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Totes.
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 30, 2011 16:56:46 GMT -5
Qosis knew the advantages of size, but prior to arriving at the Weyr he rarely had to count on anything alive being bigger than him. So he was not quite expecting Callistath's capacity for leaning over the entire clutch and the Candidates to get at a straggler. Her roar deafened, but he did not flinch to his knees like the last time he had heard it, months ago. It was a staccato bark of outrage, not the prolonged, worming screech of the process that brought about this fine clutch of eggs. He followed the swipe of her relatively slender but amply powerful arm, knowing as soon as he saw the position of the target why she had struck. Calmera deserved it.
And the motion was just enough to smack the girl down. Not kill her. The Weyrwoman was already upon the scene to explain, and the Gold gracefully retreated rather than savaging the stupid wherry. For the first time since stepping onto the Sands, Qosis grinned. Callistath was not the sort of mopey mother that failed to see past her nose. In her retreating shadow another short Hatchling drama played out, but even some of the dragonets had enough sense to guard their own. He still would have preferred they take their minds off each other and their aches to Candidate flesh, but the damage was as they had learned in lessons: minor. Fixable.
Undressing his grin to a smile, Qosis glanced to the immense central egg for signs of movement, pondered the waiting Iron and his remaining consort, then returned his attention to the most volatile remaining Hatchling: the Green. Only he could not remain focused on her this time. He looked back at the Iron, and he could not fathom why, but its posture made him a little too self-aware. He could detect the pace of his own breathing and identify the rigidity of his waiting muscle. The trader rocked his weight from one leg to the other, then pointedly returned his gaze to the rest of the eggs.
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Ruin
Wingrider
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We build the worlds we wouldn't mind living in
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Post by Ruin on May 30, 2011 17:05:50 GMT -5
Sebolaren shifted his weight slightly, but not due to discomfort or fatigue—he was simply redistributing his weight evenly in a different position, finding himself tugging at the long sleeves that had been modified onto his robes. Possibly one that would allow him to better scan not only the other Candidates and the eggs, but those in the stands; but the face of his father was one he could not find—if he was there at all. Perhaps the Master Herder had decided that watching his son consigned to Weyrlife and Dragons was too large a burden for his heart to take; perhaps he sat in the shadows watching with trepidation but there none-the-less, or perhaps he was simply busy elsewhere—treating this day like no other. The Dragonmen had never meant anything to him but money and beastflesh gone; and now his own son Stood before the rocking eggs. His thoughts had wandered—perhaps dangerously too far from the task at hand—so when the golden mother rose from her previously silent vigil he felt his muscles tense. Ready.
‘Mothers of any kind were dangerous…’ echoed back the thought that had crossed his mind upon viewing Dalibor’s Gold Queen for the first time—after she had clutched. Both then, and now, she was Mother only—nothing but her children would matter; not lust, nor hunger, or thirst, not even fear—unless it was a fear for her children. Yet even then she had not moved; wearied from laying and having discerned no real threat from those who watched her with reverence from the stands: However now she flashed like heat lighting. She began as only a streak of purest gold in the periphery of his vision, but as he turned to face her she seemed to fill the space so completely, and her roar reverberated through him so deeply, that he was riveted in place. Her anger, however, was not for his negligence or distraction, but for another Candidate—one Sebolaren had never seen, and had at least not seen enter previously. Late, then? The Gold mother was making good her threat to those who chose tardiness—or perhaps her threat had been to ensure the Candidates own safety: He assumed Callistath would be far too focused on her hatchlings to perceive the individual intentions of anyone who entered late.
The Queen was relenting, perhaps in part to her Rider who was now addressing the Candidate—a girl Sebol assumed due to the positioning upon entrance—Leave or Stand. He was surprised to find he felt neither pity nor remorse for the girl: The judgment was fair. More than fair it was lenient. The Gold could have done far worse to an apparent threat, and the Rider could have known her dragon slightly less—beyond that, both could have barred the Candidate from remaining on the sands. He could imagine the turmoil of being turned away from the table’s right before walking them, and so he could empathize with what she had avoided—Weyr justice, like the justice of the Holdless: From the outside it could seem brutal, or harsh, but these Dragonmen had the responsibility of lives on their hands. Lesson learned.
The situation resolved itself, the Weyr took care of its own, and Sebolaren was able to turn his attention back to the roaming dragonets and the rocking eggs—his family temporarily forgotten due to his revelation. All at once the Cyan’s seemed intent on missions—though in opposite directions—and another egg hatched; quietly, almost shyly, exposing an eggwet Black. For a moment it seemed as if the dark dragonet would escape notice, but the darker Cyan was upon him in a matter of moments. Sebolaren found himself torn between amusement and consternation, the interactions of the newly hatched dragons was something he had never experienced—yet they all seemed to antagonize one another endlessly. Most siblings did, did they not? He couldn’t be wholly certain, so he took queues from the Candidates around him: Qosis was mostly useless for this, as he was alternating shades of frustration, pride, and disinterest, and all at atypical times. Xiro, who stood on the opposite side of him, seemed a safer bet. Between the pair Sebolaren had gotten to know Xiro better, and Xiro had no problem expressing his displeasure of the hatching violence. Logical, no one wanted to see animals hurt, much less beings far more intelligent than your average herdbeast.
He watched as the Cyan decided to give chase to the Black, his lips pursing together slightly as an egg found itself forcefully hatched: Were dragonets like butterflies? Would this hatchling be forever weaker because her siblings had cheated her of the struggle for life? She certainly didn’t seem weaker. He wasn’t familiar with sizes or proportions, but he knew health when he saw it—and conformation. This Green appeared as fit as any of her brothers or sisters. Fit with a demeanor that seemed almost delicate to him—until she took off after the Cyan and Black, toppling them both effortlessly. Would there be no end to this madness? Did he want it to end? He could do without ichor being spilled, and he could go a lifetime without watching a hatchling between—unlikely as he knew that was—but a lot of his pleasure came from watching their individual personalities play out on the warm sands.
The Black was snaking towards them, attempting to appear as small as possible—perhaps to avoid detection—and Sebolaren had though the dragonet free and clear until the Cyan streaked after. The pair toppled near him, and he watched as the larger shredded the delicate black membrane between fragile wingspars. He found it hard not to intercede, even though they had been told not to, and in the end it was a look at the large Queen mother that convinced him to stay still. If she did not step in—perhaps all was well, and if he did, perhaps she would misconstrue. His chest loosened again when the Black fled behind him and, as he could only assume from the sounds, Impressed to his Rider. Sebol wouldn’t risk glancing behind him with the Cyan so close, and the Green which had again toppled her sibling. He would prefer to not be trampled by the tussling dragonets.
He allowed himself to relax fully, and shift again on his sandals, when the pair—having straightened out their differences apparently—moved off toward the women. It was a short lived respite as he watched in dismay as the Cyan had her way with some of the Candidates, none that he recognized—but that made them no less important or worthy of concern. Especially the one the Cyan had pinned but then—yes, Impression! And it seemed she was giving her chosen companion quite an accounting—perhaps of her heroic deeds against the dastardly Black—because she was wearing a furrow into the warm sand in front of the girl she had chosen—another Candidate Sebolaren did not recognize. At least the Cyan had managed to find someone who fit her, he only hoped her Rider would be able to harness her energy for the good of the Weyr—else all the dragon’s wings may be endangered.
He caught sight of the Green pacing back to their side of the Hatching Grounds, and followed her quick gaze to the Iron and his Cyan companion who he seemed less than thrilled with. That was very typical of siblings, Sebolaren thought, and it wasn’t ending in an ichor-stained bout either. His eyes flashed back to the Green as she continued; watching her closely as she stopped at each male in turn and judged him as she saw fit. He gazed down at her when it was his turn, this being his first opportunity to see one of the hatchlings up close—her skin was drying now, painfully so in some areas, but her eyes and the whorls within held him frozen. Did the dragons really look into the souls of the Candidates? It certainly felt so—and when she left him it was as if he had been released from a trance, one that had probably lasted mere seconds. That wasn’t even Impression—he was beginning to understand the dazed expressions of those who had Impressed, and the light he had seen in J’en’s eyes his first day at Dalibor. A rush indeed. He heard when the Green found her’s, and this time he could admit that his heart sang for them.
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Post by darcy on May 30, 2011 17:31:40 GMT -5
Three more impressions. Things where going fast as she had hoped, and thus far none of the dragons had come in her direction which was nice as she didn't have to worry about feeding a dragon nor getting mauled by one. All she had to do was stand there, not upset the queen like that foolish girl had done and sit out the hatching, whatever happened in between was just entertainment! Entertainment that was better then any chore or lesson the candidatemaster could give her. She wondered if anyone else felt that way, but from what she could see with her eyes told her that wasn't the case. Everyone else looked excited and hopeful.
She tried to feel that way too, after all she'd been waiting weeks for this. Try as she might all she could muster up was a smile and the fluttering sensation of nerves that told her no dragon would want someone with her temper. Well that was what she was told by her old friends in the hold, and they had been right thus far hadn't they? Of course there where still plenty of eggs left to go so maybe they would yet be proven wrong
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Ooc- sorry on shortness. This was posted from my phone
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Sakoru
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Post by Sakoru on May 30, 2011 17:36:34 GMT -5
"I'm sure it will!" Tasa chirped enthusiastically, watching as each egg broke open and released its occupant into the world. There were so many eggs, and most were still unhatched, and just watching made her remember her own Impression. It had been such a beautiful moment, then, watching those rainbow eyes swirl with a love that would never, ever die.
Clapping for each Impression, the greenrider grinned, joy fading only when the green attacked her sister. Both survived, fortunately, and the pink went on to Impress just as a couple of her siblings already had. "Sure," Tasakhori responded belatedly when the healer excused himself, and she smiled again upon his arrival, waving cheerily at him. "Well, looks like they are! You're a healer, right?" So far, she'd managed to avoid having to visit the infirmary, which was pretty good considering how active she was. Unfortunately, it meant that she wasn't familiar with most of the healer staff.
More dragonets hatched, and Tasa flinched when the cyan went racing after her black brother, tearing at his wings before he managed to escape. She winced in sympathy, glancing up to Pandemoniuth on her ledge as if expecting her to be injured. The green was fine, humming along with the other dragons, and her rider breathed a reflexive sigh of relief. Good. No one had died or even been seriously hurt. So far, everything was okay.
Despite having most of his attention focused on the eggs and hatching dragonets, Xirofel was aware of most of what was going on around him. He'd noticed the greetings he was given (and the rather dirty look from Fel, which he flatly refused to return), and the arrivals of most of the other candidates. What held his attention most, however, was the sheer quickness with which the babies hatched, Impressed, and interacted.
It was fascinating. Feeling for the first time as if things were really moving in the Weyr, the trader switched his attention from one dragon to the next, caring nothing for what colours hatched as long as they were beautiful. Though the irons were (or would be, anyway) magnificent beasts in their own right, he loved the smaller hatchlings better. They were brighter, much more vibrant and alive-seeming even in the light of the glowbaskets. Unlike many of the other candidates here, Xiro wasn't precisely hoping for a dragon -- he was here for the activity, the rush, the adventure. The colours, too -- the dragons were such rich shades, colours that no living creature really had a right to be. He loved them all the same.
Violence, unfortunately, was bound to occur with such a large clutch, and a small frown appeared on the trader's features, first when the green attacked the pink and then when the cyan assaulted her black brother. He didn't like to see either people or animals get hurt, and dragons seemed like a little bit of both. Still, no hatchlings had betweened, which seemed like a good sign. Less promising was the queen's attack on a candidate; Xiro didn't know her name but he winced in sympathy all the same. That had to hurt -- but she wasn't dead, and perhaps wasn't seriously injured either. The idea of going to help her up crossed his mind, but then he discarded the notion: for one thing she was some distance away, and for another he wasn't sure how Callistath might react. Plus, there were more eggs rocking, more dragons hatching, and his attention was riveted on the colourful shells, expression warm as he wondered what babies would appear next.
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Chek
Weyrlingmaster
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Post by Chek on May 30, 2011 18:16:21 GMT -5
((OOC: Okay, just pretend they walked in with the rest of the crowd before things got underway!))
Never in her life had Valha left a bath so quickly as she did when Callistath's voice summoned all the Candidates for the imminent Hatching. Her fair followed in her wake, warbling in excitement, as she dashed back to her room sopping wet and still a little sudsy.
She dried as she ran, and bounced off her door frame and into her room, snatching the neatly pressed white robe and slipping it over her head with little ceremony. She hopped on one foot and then the other, tying on her sandals as she went, ducking past other quickly preparing Candidates. She had things that she needed to do!
She was blocked momentarily by the appearance of a younger redhead with a red wher, the the red wher from the latest Hatching hot on her heels, barreling out of the boy's side of the barracks with a folded bundle of white robe in her arms and a pair of sandals hanging out of the red's mouth. Though funny, Valha didn't have time, leaving the barracks and heading towards the lower caverns at a dead sprint, her flitts still swirling in the air around her.
Ahead, she saw the man and dragon she was looking for, “Sir! Sir! Are you F'reki of Girieth?”
The man, on his dragon and looking to be on his way to the Sands, looked down at her with a start, and his blue arched his neck in interest as well, “Candidate, you should be at the Sands! But yes, that is me. Can I help you?” F'reki leaned down, hanging on to his fighting straps.
“Yes, please! I have a favor! My roommate, Naraevhyn, said you Searched her?” Valha was bouncing on her toes in agitation, wanting to get to the Sands lest she be...late.
F'reki's interest sharpened, and Girieth rumbled with interest, “I did indeed! What would you have of me?” F'reki was more than happy to indulge the girl for the sake of one of his Candidates, and Girieth silently voiced his support.
“Her father! I want her father to be here, since she didn't want to inconvenience him on the off chance she doesn't Impress,” he voice made it obvious that she had all confidence in her friend's abilities, “My flitts know what he looks like – I sent them scouting – and they can take you to him! Please?”
F'reki sat back up, buckling his riding straps, “Send the lot of 'em up here, lass, and get yourself to the Sands. I can take care of it.” Girieth called the flitts, sending them spiraling up around his head, chattering, and the rider pair launching into the air and going between as Valha turned and started sprinting back towards the Sands.
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Lokien, fresh from bathing and just having reported for the start of his evening shift in the infirmary, glanced up from his work when the gold's voice filled his mind. Now that he was paying attention, he could hear the start of the deep Hatching hum, and for a moment he was torn – stay and work, or go watch the Impression and be on hand for any injuries?
No, plenty of other healers in attendance, he was sure. He turned back to his work, only to be interrupted by the approaching pound of footsteps which he recognized as his sister's and Damask's. He started to stand up, turning to see what they needed, when Damali literally kicked open his door, arms full of white fabric.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Brother, you are a CANDIDATE!” She howled as she threw the robe at him, Damask following her in with his sandals hanging from her maw.
Oh shards, he was.
The infirmary room exploded into a blur of activity as Lokien, with...assistance from Damali and Damask, got himself properly dressed (Damask had a piece of his pants hanging from her mouth still – it was too bad, they'd been new), and then Damali started towing him out towards the Sands, Damask nipping at his heels whenever he slowed down too much.
They caught up with the crowd of Candidates filing onto the Sands, and Damali caught the arm of a panting blond, “Pleasepleaseplease will you make sure my brother makes it onto the Sands?” she asked as she held out her unprotesting brother's hand. Valha, eyeballing the red in a worried manner, accepted the hand and nodded.
“I'll make sure he makes it out there.” Damali gave the slightly older girl and short bow and she and her wher made for the stands, the girl covering her red's eyes as the searched for the darkest place to watch from.
Valha dropped Lokien's hand with an apologetic smile, and Lokien sighed, feeling a little off balance and not his usual self. Rather than walking away, and thus in alone, he offered the blond his arm, which Valha, after a moment, shrugged and took it, and the pair walked in together to bow and thank Callistath and her rider for allowing them on the Sands before taking their respective places with the other Candidates.
Valha bounced on her toes when she noticed blue Girieth enter and take his place in the stands near the blue-riding Candidatemaster K'var – and he had a familiar man with him as well. Her flitts sat obediently on Girieth's head, having already been warned to not move until she called them.
She snuck over to stand behind her friend and roommate, not saying anything as she watched the progressing Hatching over her friend's shoulder. But when the cyan knocked Nara over, well, Valha caught her just barely off the ground and helped lever her back to her feet, “You alright?”
Lokien, a little ways across the Sands, stood perfectly still as he watched eggs crack and Impressions made. So far, nothing near as bad as the wher Hatching, but there were a lot more eggs still unHatched.
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Post by Boo on May 30, 2011 18:38:03 GMT -5
Corian watched as a few more dragons hatched and snaked their way through the people to impress. It was so exciting! No! He had to contain his excitement concentrate on the Hatching. The Black had just been attacked by that Cyan! Why? Corian frowned and kept focusing on them. He did not want to leave the Sands again thinking he had not concentrated enough! His eyes widened as a late comer was knocked to the ground by Gold Callistath. The Gold clearly meant business... He bit his lip, hoping she was alright but then almost immediately forgot about the event.
A Black had approached Ezekiel! Ezekiel had impressed!? Corian actually jumped for joy at seeing his friend with the Black and waved at his roommate excitedly, jumping up and down. He clapped with excitement but then realised what this was. It was a Hatching. How could he be so uncouth!? He coughed a little, still beaming and looked back at the Dragonets. So many had impressed! But so many more had to hatch! his chances that His would be amongst these eggs were high and he wouldn't let them slip away from him. He had to show them that he was worthy.
He clapped a little more demurely for the Cyan's impression but then started jumping up and down again at Jerrith's impression. It was a little more sedate that Ezekiel's not wanting to be kicked out but it still showed his extreme excitement at the thought of one of his friends impressing! He kept bouncing on the balls of his feet even after the fact but decided it was important to watch what was happening.
He could not get distracted again! Focus!
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Tedaon smiled at the female but looked back at the sands. He wasn't sure exactly who she was which was probably a good thing considering those people he did know were usually his patients. He nodded in response to her question about him being a healer. He turned his gaze back to the woman again, completely missing the late candidate being knocked down. He had seen her arrive late but he had not noticed her getting knocked down by Callistath, perhaps not really wanting to see the reaction from the Gold. "Yes. I've done a little of both Dragon and People Healing so... Suffice to say I usually decide to come along to the hatchings to make... sure everything's... Fine..." He trailed off, eying the Black that had just hatched.
He had, by now, seen the candidate who had arrived late on the ground. Fortunately, he was certain she was not too injured. He did, however, notice that the Black had also been injured and mauled. He would not see the dragon between. He smiled apologetically at his companion and held up a finger as if to say 'one minute' and then disappeared back to the sands.
He approached the new Rider and his Black with a congratulatory grin. He tried his hardest to remain cheerful. "Congratulations, Weyrling, do I have permission to assist?" He asked the pair. When he was certain he did have permission he set about cleaning the wounds, applying numbweed and padding the wing lightly. It would need stitches undoubtedly but he was loathe to do that on the sands. A trip to the infirmary would ensure he could return in time for the feast. "Take him to the infirmary, they'll sort him out," He handed the boy a makeshift bag made from some cloths, "You can take some meat in this too."
Upon assuring himself that the pair would be alright he walked across the sands to where the woman had been standing. They were nowhere near the eggs but the hatching had barely started and he was already running about trying to heal people. He was not about to run into the stands only to return a moment later.
He looked up at the female. "I'm Tedaon by the way..." He introduced himself.
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Post by Reky on May 30, 2011 19:12:44 GMT -5
Pash watched the hatching without any distraction. Her partly nervous, partly excited state was giving her some form of tunnel vision. All she cared about were the eggs... all of those thirty-five, rocking eggs. Her heart was beginning to cool down a little, but she still felt uneasy. She had a headache from running and from the sun, and she didn't want to move, lest it get worse. So she stood there, and she watched.
An Iron was first - a good, strong king. Finally having something hatched seemed to set Pash more at ease, proof that they eggs weren't shaking for no good reason. There were dragons in there, who were going to come out and Impress. As her eyes followed the iron, who was actually showing interest in his siblings' eggs, she was feeling better about the Hatching. So far, so good. Some of her negative feelings were getting vanquished, leaving only the excitement that wiggled in her stomach. Another dragon hatched - a Cyan - who promptly began to follow her Iron brother around. More good dragons!
The next Cyan to hatch, however, seemed like a bit of a problem. Pash could see that devious look in her eye as she watched the Iron-and-Cyan pair walk about. What in the world could she be thinking? Pash hoped that it would just be harmless fun. She could understand the allure of trouble-making, but the point of it wasn't to anger other people. Her worries were confirmed, however, when the white egg hatched a pale Blue, and the Cyan began to circle him. He looked worried. He looked like the Cyan was telling him something terrible. That wasn't right! You didn't manipulate other people - er, dragons - like that! Pash's headache throbbed as more blood rushed to it. She realized that her fists were clenched and released them.
Then, the Iron and the Iron's Cyan broke it up. Immediately, the Cyans went at it in a catty staring contest, leaving the Iron to abandon them and the Blue to sneak away. As he got closer, Pash noticed the subtle cloud-like pattern on his hide... and that he was coming towards the girls. Towards the girls? Colour rose in Pash's face. Her heart leapt. Would this--?
The blue dragon was lost... where was His? Was His in this batch of girls? Would he be forever destined to never Impress? Just as he was about to lose all hope, he saw... a girl! His girl! His Pashmine! And then they lived happily ever after and Pashmine got Ardith some food, said the dragon.
Pash just sort of... stood there, gaping. Pashmine. Ardith. Wait, so this was her dragon? Hers? She was His? He was talking to her. Ardith was talking to her! She had Impressed!
I came up with that all by myself, Pashmine! Was it good? Ardith asked. Pash's wide eyes were brimming with tears and her mouth was stuck in some dorky half-gasp, half-smile. She finally remembered to breath.
"Oh, shells, Ardith! It was great!" she gushed, dropping to her knees to wrap her arms around the blue's neck. Parts of him were still a little sticky from the egg goop - she didn't care. Her knees, however, didn't appreciate the hot sand. "Shardit!" she yelped, and had to stand up. Ardith seemed to be contemplating this for a brief moment, while Pash caught a mouthed 'congratulations' from Fel and smiled back and wiped her eyes.
The desert was huge! [/i] Ardith began. It was so terribly hot, and oh, how she needed water! How she needed to get home safe![/i] Ardith, this sounds a little grim. Hold on, Pashmine, it gets better! She didn't know where to go, and the sand hurt her feet, but she had her faithful Ardith at her side! They traveled the entire way... Here, the blue began to walk off, eyes whirling with imagination, mouth open in an excited grin. And, working together, they made it to the end! And, he looked back at Pash who was following, Pashmine fed Her Ardith. He nudged her at the hint. Pash chuckled. Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to it, Ardith! She let her hand dangle where he could rub his soft blue head against it, wandering away from the Sands and towards the feeding buckets. She had Impressed (and Impressed first, to boot). She had her Ardith, and he had Her, and all that wonderful stuff. There were no words for how she felt... so she did a little happy-dance instead. --- Hester had been watching from the stands since very well near the beginning. He had missed the hatching of the first Iron, he thought, and that was only because he had to pause to explain to Hessk exactly what was going on, and why she should probably stay in her room because it's wasn't quite nighttime yet and she didn't want to hurt her eyes or get eaten by an angry dragon. She kept a constant, curious link to his mind, though, because she was excited, too. Hester, what--A bunch of stuff happened, Hessk, Hester said, knowing the green's question before she had a chance to properly ask it. There's an iron and two cyans, and a blue that Impressed, and another iron and a green and a pink. I don't see Calmera, though, Hessk...Why no see?I don't know. Maybe she's not even here yet. This worried him. Why?I hope it's not a big deal. But, in the end, it turned out to be. He saw the flash of Calmera's red hair. Late. Very late. He remembered what S'rial, Ridan and Audren had said about being late. Everyone warned all the candidates to be on time, and here Cal was... late. He swallowed hard, worried for her safety. Already, Callistath was growling, and so was iron Kaezeth. What happen? What do?I found Cal, Hessk... OH, SHELLS!Callistath had lashed out, knocking Calmera to the ground. Hester wanted to run down to help her, but his better judgment just barely got a hold on him and kept him rooted to his seat. Someone else was helping, anyways. He hoped it wasn't anything bad... It didn't look like it had been that hard a fall, had it? There hadn't been any teeth or claws involved. He still really wanted to run down there, all protective and stupid as he was, but he settled for silently willing her to get up. It would be pointless to walk out just because of that. Come on, Cal... Get up... She would. He knew it. She had to.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on May 30, 2011 20:09:05 GMT -5
Amara snuggled closer to P'rth when he put his arm around her, a happy noise escaping her that could only really be compared to a croon. The Hatching could have made the world explode and Amara would have been happy. She was simple like that; all that Amara wanted in the world was Veejarth and P'rth. They made her small world complete. The absence of Jasra, her only other close friend, was certainly felt, but Amara had grown used to shutting it off and away in recent seasons and barely felt it now. P'rth was enough for her. "I'm glad you're here." Amara muttered, wriggling and twisting so that she could rest her head against P'rth's side, listening quietly to the steady beat of his heart.
Veejarth looked at P'rth for a moment, a croon escaping the black as examined His' companion. He was a bit sad that Aith wouldn't be attending the Hatching, but that was alright. This way, if there were any monsters that Veejarth had to fight or any reason that he had to show the whole of Pern in attendance at the Hatching what those that were small could do, Aith would not get hurt. Veejarth would only have to worry about His. His would be alright, though! His had Veejarth! And P'rth. Neither of them would let His get hurt while they were having their adventures and fighting monsters...
And then Veejarth glanced up sharply at the sound of wings on the air and the appearance of Aith, Aith! [/i] Veejarth called delightedly, eyes filling with greens at the sight of the pink. He was glad to see his lady! Though just a moment ago he had been glad that she wasn't there, that was completely forgotten in favor of crooning a greeting to his favorite pink and a shifting to the side so that Aith could fit next to him. As chivalrous as ever, Veejarth was gong to make sure that he wasn't squishing Aith, though 'squishing' wouldn't have been the world that Veejarth had used if he could have thought of another. The black shifted to the side all the same, and leaned against Aith once she was settled. His tail flicked sideways to twine with Aith's and Veejarth crooned once more. Amara smiled slightly at the way that Veejarth reacted to Aith's arrival, "Hello, Aith." Amara said, smiling a little wider as she gazed at the pink for a moment before she gazed down at the Hatching. That was the reason she had come, wasn't it? To see the eggs Hatch and be reminded of what Veejarth looked like when he was a baby? Well, sort of. Mostly, Amara had come because she had made P'rth promise that he was going. But still! She wanted to see the eggs hatch! As Amara watched, eggs Hatched and . . . a Candidate arrived. Late. Amara winced against P'rth's side as she Callistath react violently, twisting her face to busy it in P'rth's shirt, a quiet whimper escaping the blackrider. "Poor girl..." Amara murmured, eyes squeezed shut. She didn't want to see anyone die! Death was bad! Veejarth winced as well at the sight, turning his head towards His and crooning softly, She will be alright, AmaraMine. Callistath would not kill a Candidate.[/i] Veejarth's mind brushed comfortingly against Amara's. He didn't want His to be unhappy! Not if there were adventures to be had, places to go, people to see, monsters to fight...[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Zane on May 30, 2011 20:25:04 GMT -5
Okay, so she was fashionably late. Not terribly late, but a bit late. The Iron had already hatched at this time, first one out. So who was going to attack her? Most certainly not that brown from a couple turns ago. Hadn’t that been a joyride? She took her seat, listening in to most everyone’s conversations. It was nice to hear what the dragons thought of things too, even if Lesa would discourage it. Not to say that she would but... Tieler tended to get herself into an awful lot of trouble when she heard things she didn’t agree with. Highly opinionated she was. Klaisath was up on the ledge, crooning encouragingly to the newly-hatched below. Oh they were so cute! He remembered when he’d impressed to His, what an adventure that had been! She’d been attacked more than once, and nearly gotten both herself and Lesa killed! He would’ve defended her to his last breath, and then Lesa impressed to Maieouth after all of the excitement. If only he’d known how much that cyan was going to mean to him these turns later! He looked about for his clutchsister, sure that Tieler would be looking for Lesa also.
While the black had an easy time focusing on the goings on below, Tieler was having a much harder time. She was too busy looking from person to person, and dragon to dragon, laughing periodically at the things she heard. Klaisath snorted, shaking his head. Well at least she’d look crazy to those around her, which was a benefit!
A waste of a talent, the black boldly scolded her.
What did you say? Don’t think I didn’t hear you. I’ll share what the others have said, don’t you worry. You seem ever so keen on the hatching anyhow. Its good and fun, yeah, but it’s even more fun listening to the gossip!
He tried not to seem interested that she’d said she’d share the details of her findings. Oh she was such a bad influence!
Eclipse and Dawn had been left back at their weyr. The redhead hadn’t felt like dealing with the incessant jealousy between the two. It was more so Eclipse creating the trouble rather than Dawn. The blue flitt was oblivious to a lot of the black’s behaviours.
The eggs were all hatching so quickly, one right after the other it seemed. As more and more people impressed Tieler found herself peering down, trying to control the flood of emotions that were not at all welcomed. And then Callistath knocked one of the Candidate's down and the blackrider winced. The girl was lucky that's all that had happened!
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Zane had been petrified of being late, so, instead, she was a tad early. To be on time was perfect as far as she was concerned; especially when such a big event was taking place. She sat down by herself, not wanting to be surrounded by too many others, though it was bound to happen. Panith was not far from her, thankfully. She could still see him if she turned, and that was a huge comfort to the girl. Panith was her light amongst all the darkness, and her courage when her shyness prevailed over her. The blue had grown quickly in these six or so odd months... To be honest she wasn’t sure how long it had been. She was terrible at keeping track of time. Judging by the lessons they were having it had been relatively six months by now? Oh, she wasn’t sure! She looked down at the sands, a huge smile on her face. This hatching would be a wonderful thing to witness! It was the first one since she’d impressed her Panith! That had been the proudest moment of her life, and the best day of her life. It always would be, she knew that for a fact. Volcom was present, curled up in her lap. The little blue hadn’t wanted to be left behind when something so exciting was going on!
This reminds me of that very same moment ZaneMine, when I first found you. I feel the same way. The blue, with his striped markings and colourful hide, otherwise stood out. That was to say if someone was looking for him, he’d be relatively easy to find! That someone happened to be Rayna, and she had found him with ease. Zane was not too far off, so it may have been an initial tip off.
I’m glad Panith, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Her mind voice was flooded with affection.
She hadn’t seen Rayna coming up, and Panith hadn’t thought to give her fair warning. When the other girl’s voice, a voice she hadn’t at all forgotten, entered her mind, she jumped. She started all the more when she saw Couineth behind the Jr. Weyrwoman. ”Weyrwoman! I-I... Of course! I wouldn’t have forgotten meeting you, no, that would be rude. You’re a Weyrwoman after all!” She sounded completely exasperated, as usual. Talking to people still wasn’t her thing, and Rayna would come to find that out pretty quickly... again. Since their last meeting Zane had used her embarrassment as an excuse so that Panith wouldn’t push her to talk to any more people. The smile on Rayna’s face was making her blush terribly. She quickly looked away, not wanting the goldrider to see. It wouldn’t do her any good to be embarrassed all over again! She pretended as if something below had caught her eye, though realistically it could have! There was so much going on as the hatching began. An Iron had hatched first! Oh, he was so beautiful, even from a distance. She admired the dragonet, soon having many more to admire as a pair of cyan’s hatched. It was all happening so fast; it was hard to catch what was all happening. When an impression was made she clapped politely, the smile she’d had before coming back. She looked back at Rayna, always afraid of coming across as rude, even if she was doing something for the sake of her own shyness. ”Amazing isn’t it?” she asked, finding herself able to talk about the hatching. ”Impressing Panith was the best day, like, ever.” So she could form full sentences; that was a plus. She missed what had happened below to one of the Candidate's, being knocked over by the gold herself, but the gasps and worried voices caused her to look. She put made a fist and put it to her mouth, petrified that the Candidate was severely injured! She moved closer to the goldrider sitting next to her without even realizing it.
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Tristen didn’t look like a mess, but she felt like one. She had no idea what to do. She had run out of ideas a long time ago, not to mention run out of strength from blocking Calyth from her mind. Calyth had been furious when she first realized Tristen was doing it. The green had verbally lashed out at her, and Tristen had done her best to just remain calm throughout the whole affair. Calyth was supposed to be the most important thing in the world to her, but instead she’d jeopardized her health. It wasn’t like she’d done it purposely! She and the green didn’t even get along! They never did! She couldn’t understand for the life of her why she’d impressed the green. She was starting to think Calyth had adopted her way of thinking.
Stop asking me what’s wrong, all right? It’s not as if you actually care, you just like to know everything.
It’s not like you give this one a chance to care. Something has happened, something big this one sees, and you are not keeping it from this one to protect. No, it is fear. Tristen knew that Calyth had a point. No, Tristen knew that Calyth was bang on, and it was making her even angrier.
Drop it! she hollered, her face flushed due to the mental exertion. She was looking around for someone in particular, trying not to make it noticeable. She didn’t spot the bluerider, however, and it was probably a good thing. Calyth was sitting noticeably close to her. She had never told her she was a Weyrling. This was all her fault... Would she be mad when she found out? She was more worried about the bluerider being mad than her dragon being mad! What a mess. She was way too involved in her own personal thoughts to even begin paying attention to the hatching.
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CANDIDATES! MY EGGS HATCH. COME TO THE SANDS AT ONCE. TARDINESS WILL NOT BE ACCEPTABLE. Vilandra, otherwise known as Lani, rose quickly. The last thing she needed was to be late. No, she had never been late for anything in her life, and when she had? She’d paid the consequences. She’d kept her robes right beside her bed, all neatly folded up; knowing that this day was close at hand. She didn’t need to fix a thing concerning her appearance. It’s not as if she was pretty, or about to be focused on. Everyone would be eyeing the dragonets with keen interest, not her. No one had ever truly been interested in her. Except, maybe, that bluerider some time ago; the one that had changed her destiny somehow. She had worked hard during her Candidate lessons, careful to be seen but never heard. Come to think of it, she had hardly spoken her whole time here, unless she had been spoken to. She acted mute, though she was capable of coherent speech. She didn’t know how to write, or even read, but it didn’t matter to her. She’d never expected her life to be anything much, so such education had been considered otherwise unimportant to her. It’s not like she didn’t secretly wish she’d been raised in a different environment, where education was available to all. It just... hadn’t been practical of her to waste time dreaming about it.
Things were different now, she was a Candidate. The whole thing still felt like a dream to her, or someone’s idea of a joke. She had her robes on and she was moving out to the sands. She followed the others, her expression completely void of all emotion. She was like a zombie. Happiness was over her head. She wrapped her arms around herself self-consciously after accidentally bumping into someone. Her lips turned down into a frown and she lowered her eyes from said person, not wanting to show any disrespect. She wasn’t shy she just knew her place, and that place was beneath just about everyone else, so she felt.
The sands were hot, and the boots that she’d kindly been gifted from the aforementioned bluerider were protecting her feet. She kept to the back of the other Candidate’s, even though the dragonets likely wouldn’t see her. She heard the ‘ooh’s’ when the hatching began, a dragonet having broken free from its confinements. Her eyes went wide, and she tried to imagine what they were seeing. Then she heard more cracking, and more draconic sounds. There was more than two on the sands now? For the first-time in her life she felt as if there was something she had to see, something she had to experience. She apologized profusely to the people she tried to squeeze between. She had to see! And then-nearly stumbling due to her smaller, weaker, form-she could see. Her eyes went wide. Her gaze kept flickering from dragonet to dragonet. They were magnificent! Like nothing she’d ever seen before! ”Beautiful,” she said quietly, pulling her white robes more tightly around her form. Even in that single spoken word one could hear her peculiar accent. She felt terrified, and yet she was mesmerized, all at the same time. She jumped when a Candidate she didn't recognize was knocked back by the gold! Oh, she was glad she hadn't done anything to incur the gold's wrath! She would've gone up to introduce herself but she didn't feel worthy. Why would they care about a teenage-drudge from a Weyr not here? She was standing close to the Candidate known as Darcy. It might have even been too close, but its not like she'd noticed, otherwise she would've moved miles away.
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Post by RavenSong on May 30, 2011 20:31:32 GMT -5
Naraevhyn hadn't even known Valha was behind her the whole time the Hatching progressed. She watched the Greens intently, ignoring the other dragons completely until one knocked her over. She frowned at the Cyan, then smiled at Valha as she helped her up. She wasn't injured, fortunately, just moderately shaken. She hadn't expected to actually be knocked over or harmed, despite several warnings stating that it was possible. Nara watched the dark, forceful Cyan until she made Impression, at which point the girl relaxed. That dragonet's bonded hopefully wouldn't allow her to harm anyone else. A passing glance was given to the girl the Cyan had clawed, then she focused on Valha.
"Thank you," she said quietly, clinging to her roommate. She noted briefly that a Black had hatched and Impressed just before the Cyan did, and that he'd been clawed. She'd missed him receive his injuries. Her eyes scanned the Stands once more, and she tensed when she saw a familiar face standing up there. Two familiar faces, F'reki and her father, next to Candidatemaster K'var. Oh shards.
"Valha, my father is here. What is my father doing here?!" she gasped, turning to her best friend with wild eyes. "No no no no he should not be here, what if I do not Impress?!" The second Green's Impression went by her as she looked back up to her father, clinging desperately to Valha. He shouldn't be there. Masterharper Naras should not be there. The girl took a deep breath and pulled her hair out of its confining ribbon, allowing it to spill forth into her face so she could calm herself down. It wouldn't do for her to panic and spazz out around the dragons. Callistath might smack her like she smacked Calmera, or worse. Even one of the dragonets might take offense to her panic and hurt her... or worse. Feeling her flitters' confusion, she forced herself into calm and reassured them. No, there was a perfectly good explanation for why her father was there distracting her, and she was clinging to that reason.
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Naras was initially annoyed by the presence of four flitters in his workroom and tried to shoo them off. They harassed and harried him until he exited his workroom and bumped into F'reki, which startled him. The Masterharper was even more startled when he found the flitters' reason for the summons: his daughter's Impression. And the Bluerider was there to convey him. Not even wasting time to change clothes, Naras decided he was going to be there to cheer his little girl on. He climbed aboard Girieth with F'reki's assistance, and soon he was in the stands between K'var and F'reki himself. He scanned the crowd of Candidates until he found the black hair of his daughter, then he smiled. The smile turned to a frown when the Cyan knocked Naraevhyn over and he tensed, ready to go rescue her. He relaxed when Valha picked her up off the Sands and shook his head.
"I wasn't expecting anything like this," he murmured as an aside to F'reki. K'var caught his murmur and looked over to him.
"Yeah? Never attended a Hatching before?" K'var asked.
"No, this is my first. My daughter stands. Hopefully she can convey me to later ones when her dragon is older," Naras replied, confident that his child would Impress. "My daughter is Naraevhyn. She's over there, clinging to the blonde girl. Right there, with the black hair." K'var leaned over to look, nodding.
"I've seen her around. She's a skittish one for sure. Not sure she'll Impress, honestly. Here's hoping that if she does, she gets a lifemate that's supportive. She's done well with her pair of flitters, I'll give her that. They're well-behaved, unlike most." Naras nodded his dark-haired head and focused on his child.
"Oooh, she spotted me," the Masterharper murmured, wincing a bit. He calmly waved to Naraevhyn as the girl reacted to his presence. "I can't for the life of me figure out why she's so anxious about her performance around me," Naras murmured.
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Post by Admin on May 30, 2011 20:45:47 GMT -5
You may high five me all the time, You may never go my way, Mother Earth is layin' for you, 'Cause there's a debt you've got to pay.
The remaining green was not about to let the light cyan come and tell her what to do. Her sister was still ugly and she was still more than a little angry, though she did have pride in her defeat of her iron brother and was rather bemused with her mother's reaction to Calmera. Like a living tank, she trundled towards the candidates, moving slowly but with power. Her approach was partially only to avoid the cyan. She wasn't one to run from a fight, but avoiding an ugly idiot? Definitely up her alley. There was a point to her journey. However, there was also a point to her goal. She began with the boys, focusing on their faces as she approached with swirling red eyes. Her lips were once more drawn back in a snarl, teeth bared for the world. It was a warning. With any luck, no one would see her snap again. See, being the apt word, for she saw them, starting with Sebolaren.
The little blue egg in the front, mottled with whitish tan, was wiggling. It chose that moment to crack. The hatchling instead squirmed and wiggled. At long last, he wiggled right out. The black who emerged was tiny, suited for the company of his fellows or the similarly sized whites. His hide was largely a very deep blue, but feathery markings of the classic black covered his wings and body. They also surrounded both of his eyes; they swirled a bright blue-green. He looked about himself, observing his siblings and the eggs that surrounded him. A tan one! A purplish one! An earthy reddish one! A splotched one of golden brown! They were colorful, just like his brothers and sisters. He hummed happily to himself, content in his knowledge. He didn't know much, but he didn't know that and he was happy the way he was. He had pretty things to enjoy.
The pale egg with purplish and bluish clouds in the middle of the bunch was rocking. Back and forth, back and forth, the egg shook and began to crack. The dragonet pushed and pushed, not about to give up, until she was finally free. The shell gave way, but she was not visible at first. Bits of shell covered the squat body they had once contained. The dragonet removed them slowly, delicately kicking or shaking them off. She was another green, smaller and not as stocky as the first but still fair-sized and thick. Much of her hide was a sickly yellowish color, but patches of a greener shade covered one of her legs, portions of both her wings, and her tail. She seemed perfectly calm and stable, not likely to lash out or experience fits of emotion. She picked herself up, took a deep breath to center herself a touch more, and then began her pilgrimage towards the candidates.
The other green that was still on the sands had moved on from Sebolaren. She was obsessing over the the candidates. Aidan. Niton. Weslin. Qosis. Corian. Bryan. Gesseridan. Jaghatai. She obsessed over their faces. Noses. Eyes. Mouths. Ears. She looked over their features. She judged them. None of the boy drew her ire, but none of them were pretty to her either. She was not looking for any classic image of beauty. She was looking for her own image of beauty. Her own desire. The answer to her personal obsession, though the obsession would never leave her. Having passed over all of the boys, though she'd had some small hope in them, she moved onto the girls. And there was Calmera and Tana, both of them out of place. She snarled. She couldn't touch Calmera; the redhead had earned the ire of her mother, so she was not the green's to hurt.
But Tana. The green had nothing that would keep her from Tana and the girl's idiocy made her snap. The girl's less than optimistic expression and attitude hardly helped. Her mother was kind compared to her. The green lashed out, same as she had lashed out at her sister. It was not a wholly vicious attack, but there was definitely some vicious intent behind it. Her claws dug at Tana's hip and upper leg, as she was not so big that she could easily reach higher than that. Once she struck, the green retreated. Her temper quickly abated, there and then gone, and her emotions shifted. She left Tana and her unworthy friend behind, pushing Larka out of the way as she went to obsess over the rest of the girls and their faces. Inali. Valha. Neither lived up to her expectations, though none won her anger like Tana and Calmera. Their failure made everyone else look better.
The present black failed to notice the green's outburst of anger, so when he found himself with nothing more to observe or enjoy around him, he picked himself up and skittered towards the candidates. He knew he needed one and he knew was going to have the absolute best! It wasn't that he disliked any of them, as he was not the sort to dislike anything; it was merely that he couldn't believe anything else. He had such hopes for the future. Like most of his fellow blacks, he would never be loud, so his dreams and hope filled him up and pushed him forward. He expressed himself with spirit, rather than words or sounds. Sadly, in his naivety, he believed that his candidate would simply fall into his lap once he reached them and he was greatly confused when he found himself face to face with Xirofel. The boy was very nice, but not at all what he wanted.
However, the black was not about to give up because of that. Sure, he was naive, but once he had an idea, he stuck to it. Not exactly the brightest of souls, he had no ability to formulate a strategy to get what he wanted, so he simply sat down and shut his eyes very, very tight. Then he wished very, very hard. And for him, that worked. He found what he was looking for inside himself and then it spilled out, his spirit going to greet that of another. His first interaction with his rider was silent, his mind brushing against hers. He basked in her presence. Then he crooned to himself and opened his eyes, head turning to seek out her physical embodiment amongst the crowd of candidates. She had been hidden amongst them, but now she was his. FiraneMine, you're so pretty. Your Aeth wishes to be just like you; he hummed, bumbling over to her.
The yellowish green had stopped when the other had attacked Tana, but she approached the candidates as her brother Impressed. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop her sister. Not there, not in that place. The world would turn beneath her feet and time would pass. The time would come when she would have things to say and things to do, but each activity had its season. As her sister caused destruction, her brother found life. Everything was balanced. With life, came death. One could not exist without the other and she would accept that, though she did not agree with her green sister's violent mannerisms. She existed in a state of calm, unwavering and stable. Each candidate was viewed with kindness. Larka. Tana. Calmera. Nothing caused her to falter; nothing ever would. She believed in her purpose. She believed in herself. She believed in hers.
It took her a moment to find him, but time was not an issue. Time did not destroy her love or her faith. She settled in front of him, sitting down, comfortable against the sand. G'danMine, your Prith needs food. Her hunger was mild, but she would not ignore the requirements of her body. She believed that he would love her, as she loved him. She would change herself for no one, but she would provide all that they needed in the same vein. Calm. Stable. She assuaged her rider's fears. Everything has been put in its rightful place. There is no need to worry. You will see the sense in time. She did not back what she said with facts, but she did not need facts to know she she knew. She felt what she said; she believed it with her whole heart. Pern would make her wise as her teacher and classroom. She listened and she did not question what she learned.
I don't care how rich you are, I don't care what you're worth, When it all comes down, You've got to go back to Mother Earth.
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Post by Cathaline on May 30, 2011 21:33:11 GMT -5
Niton's grin slowly started to fade as the hatching progressed. Maybe not the best hatching ever after all - despite the continued lack of a red, the violence didn't abate. In fact, it only got worse. Tana went to help Calmera, and after the green inspected the boys and found Niton - and the rest of them - wanting, the green turned on her. One of Niton's very first friends in the Weyr, and he couldn't help the soft cry that escaped. He wanted to go to the girls, to help them, but clearly, anyone who tried was going to get mauled. At the thought, he looked round for Ryenev. No new scars for him - not yet.
Still, Niton frowned, and then slowly inched forward. He didn't go to Calmera or Tana, not yet, though the blood staining the white robes made his heart thump in his chest. The bulk of Callistath arrested him; she could crush him without even making an effort. But his usual obliviousness narrowed into focus. He would keep an eye on them, and if another dragonet went after them...well, his long legs could get him there easily enough. But would it be in time to help?
Would he even have the courage, especially if a red hatched?
No wonder all the dragonets so far had found him unworthy. He vaguely noticed two more Impressions, but he just waited to see what would happen next.
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Post by darcy on May 30, 2011 21:34:49 GMT -5
Two more impressions. Two more dragons that hadn't payed much attention to her, but regardless she clapped for the successful bonding that had just occurred. Both of the dragons seemed healthy and well as far as she could see, and that boded for the future of the weyr. Crossing her arms the short haired woman looked around the other candidates and noticed that one of them had moved close to the spot where she was standing. Normally she'd not be that social among people that she didn't know, but today was different and there didn't seem to be any further actions from the eggs. So she tilted her head at Lani and offered what she hoped was a friendly smile, and then coughed loudly to get her fellow candidates attention away from the eggs. As soon as she would get it Darcy would allow herself to speak, her voice kept dipped so that she didn't disturb any of the other candidates upon the sands.
"What do you make of this so far? It's rather interesting and so far all the hatchlings are rather healthy" Darcy sounded like she was one of the people in the stands rather then a candidate, and her calm expression seemed very out of place considering their environment. Inside however there was that little flutter of nerves that grew every moment that a dragon didn't come her way, and she didn't want anyone else to see that the big tough Darcy got nervous too. She was tough! A real tom-boy and she wasn't going to let any of her fellow candidates see her weaknesses! not now and not ever. Pushing aside the feeling she watched and waited for Lani to answer, her eyes flicking toward the eggs every now and then to keep an eye on the proceedings. Things however still seemed quiet enough considering there where a few dragons wandering the sands and a bunch of eggs rocking away in the sands.
"I wonder what candidates those dragons will pick, they certainly seem to have not found theirs yet" Seeing as Lani hadn't answered yet Darcy took it upon herself to keep talking, her attempts at filling the silence between them feeling almost awkward to her. She had always been rather socially awkward and it showed even now, but at least she was trying right?
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Post by Gray on May 30, 2011 21:39:41 GMT -5
E'kiel smiled when Tedaon approached, Carefully, he steadied Aldebarath One hand sat on the Black's neck. “Hello healer! And thank you, you help would be much appreciated.”
Do not worry. He is here to help.
The black was a bit nervous, be he trusted His and stood still. This new human was different from His. They were all different. He watched curiously as the older human started to work on his wings. It hurt some, but ultimately it helped. He did not hurt as bad, and no more ichor leaked onto the sands. He felt better.
A new pain came to him, though it wasn't quite pain. It took him a few moments to figure it out. Oh, he was still hungry. His wings felt a bit better, but he was still unsure of them. Would they be ok? Would His still like him? E'kielmine, can we uh, go get some food. I am uh, kind of hungry. That is if you don't mind that is. Looping one arm around his Black's neck, E'kiel gave him a warm smile. “Of course. We'll fill this back with food, then go to the infirmary.” With that, he gave a thankful bow to Tedaon and picked up the bag. He made a stop only to fill the bag with meat before heading to the infirmary. A final small wish was made for Corian to impress as well. They had to be Weyrlings together!
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Tasia watched those who Impressed file off the sands. Good for them she guessed. But they didn't geto to watch the rest of this fun! She watched as the temperamental Green headed to the boys. Good riddance. The girls already had to deal with the crazy Cyan. Speaking of Cyan, the original Cyan and Iron were still sitting there!
But there were new players to this game. Another black hatched, though he looked way more like the typical black than the odd black-brown from before. Handsome, she guessed. He was to interested in the other eggs to be interesting to Tasia though. So her eyes wandered from him to another rocking eggs. And what would this one be?
A Green. An odd colored Green, but a Green none the less. Tasia actually found her color a bit appealing. Sure, it wasn't conventionally attractive. But it was unique. So far there had only been three Greens, and each was as different from the last as possible. This clutch had some serious variaty to it. That was good. Callistath had done well. Tasia had to give the Gold her respect on that.
Tasia's attention turned to the stocky Green once again, watching as she eyed the candidates. What exactly was she looking for?
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What ever was wrong with that muscled Green? She moved from Candidate to Candidate looking for... Something. Lyr wasn't sure. She hoped the Green found it though. But it didn't look like the boys had what she wanted. Her stomach flipped preemptively as the Green headed towards Tana and Calmera. Oh this was not going to end well. Lyr could feel it.
She watched as she got closer. She knew it. The Green lashed out and clawed the girl. Lyr winced, biting her bottom lip. She felt bad for who ever had to tame her. The Green's attack was quick and short, she then turned her sights on the girls. That didn't help settle Lyr's nerves. The Green didn't attack anyone else though, she just looked and searched.
To keep her mind from the Green, Lyr looked to the next dragon to approach the girls. The Black. She watched him move, searching for His. Who would he pick? Lyr wondered if it would be her. Could she see herself with a Black? Maybe. She actually couldn't see herself with any specific color. She could she herself with a warm, friendly dragon. Someone she loved. As she was thinking, he Impressed to a girl in the back.
Next was the other Green's turn! She too looked at the candidates, though Lyr felt she was not like her bulkier sister. No. She felt.. Different. Not just in color either. Each candidate was looked, when it was Lyr's turn, she just smiled a bit. No, she could feel she wasn't meant for this Green, it was not her turn yet. It turns out that it was a Boy's turn again. She impressed to one of the newer candidates Lyr had yet to meet, and she was happy for him. Clapping her hands, she looked up to the stands.
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Kida bounced, doing her best to keep her eyes on the hatching, though it was hard! There were so many things going on! Sequin sat on her shoulder, so small and light, chirping happily away. “Looka F'in! Looka!” She squealed, pointing at the different colors. “Lotsa babies!” Eagerly, she clapped her hands looking to Satin. “ 'Tin! Momma gonna find a good one like you, right?” The copper tilted her head, but trilled at the compliment.
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on May 30, 2011 21:56:05 GMT -5
Sebolaren had been mid-adjustment when movement ahead of him caught his attention: The remaining green—troublemaker from the beginning—was stalking toward the male side of the Candidates. Even the term ‘stalking’ could not encompass the way in which she moved across the warm sands. He could see her mission written plainly on every tense and shifting muscle: As plainly as the anger that swirled in her eyes and hissed between the teeth she had exposed with a curled lip. And it was to him that she first came; to be not only the judge of his being, but also to mete out punishment should he fail her. Sebolaren met her gaze levelly—what choice did he have? Perhaps if she had been an unintelligent beast he could have tricked her into seeing him as nothing more interesting than a tuft of tall grasses—but this wasn’t a wherry, it was a dragonet: A decidedly self-assured hatchling who knew what she wanted. He would not lie later—when she continued down the line of male candidates and chose to leave him whole, he was able to breathe freely again.
She had been the opposite of her curious sibling; he came away from the encounter feeling drained by her thoroughness alone. He only hoped that the one she chose for her own would feel far more beautiful things than that, when Impression finally occurred—until then he simply hoped for the wellbeing of those currently being scrutinized, and those that would be. Free now of her gaze, he was able to turn his attention back to the eggs and the hatchlings that moved between them—another Green and a Black had come into existence while he had been occupied with their sister. The Black seemed quite happy sitting amongst his un-hatched clutchmates, a smile caressed Sebolaren’s face as he observed the meticulous way in which the dark dragonet seemed to turn to—and observe—the eggs that surrounded him. The yellow-coloured Green wasted no time, however, and was already making her way toward the Candidates with a solemn resolution that spoke volumes about her individual personality.
However, before he could contemplate this newest Green, warning murmurs from the Stands above, and even the shifting of the Candidates on the sands, drew his attention down to where the women stood. So, not all of those that the angry Green had judged were found worthy of her time—or attention. He could not see what had transpired clearly, and it seemed over nearly as soon as it had begun, but he did feel a pang of concern. His eyes flickered briefly to Callistath and he nodded to himself—the Gold mother was as resolute as she had been for previous outbursts of hatchling energy. He would put his faith in her—for what mother wanted less than the best for her offspring. Perhaps the Candidate had done something to earn the ire of the Green: It was not for him to say either way, though he still found himself surprised at how violent the hatchings could be at times.
The Black was on the move—being the first thing that caught Sebolaren’s eyes after they had returned to the clutch from studying the woman’s side of the Hatching Grounds. The dragonet resembled a runner trotting through the sand; kicking up so much of the warm granules, and spraying them in whichever direction his claws twisted first. He couldn’t help but smile at the hatchling—though he froze intently when the Black stopped directly In front of Xirofel—was this it for the Traderman? No, though Sebolaren had hoped, it appeared the dragonet had an entirely different person in mind: Appearing as if in a trance before warbling softly to his Rider—turning to find him, no her!
Impression made, successful again, and he twisted to find the yellow-Green who had seemed to vanish. There she was, making her way through the girls; one, by one. Where one Green before her had showed a lady-like grace, this Green seemed to exude wisdom and serenity. Sebolaren did not hesitate to meet her facetted eyes when she moved to him—nor did he cease looking at her when she passed him by. He had to twist in place again; lean his body so he could follow her movement through the male Candidates. When he recognized the boy she sat in front of, and recognized the haze of Impression in his eyes, it was all Sebolaren could do to contain a whoop of joy. So then. The nervous tinkerer had found his dragon—and the wise Green had found her Rider.
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Zane
Drudge
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They see me rollin', they hatin'.~
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Post by Zane on May 30, 2011 22:11:08 GMT -5
It seemed that the small girl, of sixteen turns, still didn’t realize she was awfully close to someone. That someone noticed, just as Lani was watching Delilah impress to a fine-looking pink. She remembered the girl from Candidate chores. She hadn’t really said much to her, especially nothing interesting, but she remembered her. She didn’t exactly smile at her, but there was a twitch of her lips that could be indicated as some-sort of heartfelt emotion. It was as good as Lani ever got lest she was truly experiencing a moment of happiness. Not quite there yet. When Darcy looked to her, and coughed rather loudly, she hadn't at all been expecting it. She didn’t startle, seeing as she was used to getting abruptly addressed, but instead she moved over a bit and looked to the short-haired girl. Usually she wasn’t very up on social cues, but the other was looking directly at her and smiling. Had she wanted her to move, and that had been her polite way of asking?
”Healthy,” she nodded in agreement, used to her one word responses. She hoped the other would come to the realization she wasn’t fun to talk to, like most everyone else. She didn’t have anything to contribute to a conversation, so why bother? She looked past the other girl, seeing Niton standing on the boys’ side. She briefly wondered what he made of Delilah impressing a pink. Was he happy for her? The thought was fleeting. Darcy began talking, yet again, and it made Lani realize that she’d have to say something more. It’s what the girl expected of her, so, it’s what she’d have to do. ”I’m sure they will. Everyone’s destinies are laid out here today.” Her comment might have come off as a tad strange, but she had her reasons for saying what she did. She felt that this had been her true destiny all along, otherwise why would she be here? Maybe her past had been the way it was to make her a better person? To have it be so that she respected this place more? Either way she’d accepted it, it was all she could do.
”But they’re beautiful. I hope I can stay here, it’s a nice Weyr.” Her accent seemed thicker the more she talked. She made as if she wouldn’t impress. Maybe she figured she wouldn’t. She didn’t want to have to leave here though, would they just let her remain a Candidate until her time was up? Then what? Would she have other options? She didn’t look at Darcy at all while she talked to her, too busy studying her surroundings. She didn’t come across as very polite. A shame, really, seeing as the main reason she came across as impolite was because she was trying to be far too polite. When one considered themselves beneath others, well... Not everyone understood that concept. Her eyes remained wide, and child-like. She really did look like a child; a very young and inexperienced child.
E’kiel went off the sands and she was quick to look away from him, though she dared to sneak another peek before he was completely out of her sights. Was it a faint blush that crossed her cheeks? One would never know. None of her emotions were made plain, even to her.
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Sakoru
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Post by Sakoru on May 30, 2011 22:12:08 GMT -5
"Well, you sure seem to be good at it!" the greenrider exclaimed brightly. After all, he'd already fixed up one injured hatchling, more or less, and there was no reason to think that he wouldn't have to help more. Hatchings tended to be at least a little bloody for whatever reason -- Tasakhori rather vividly remembered one of the girls in her weyrling class getting attacked by the brown a couple of turns ago. She, however, had been far too enamoured with Pandemoniuth to react much.
Tasa grinned when the healer flitted off once again, switching her attention to the milling dragonets. Oh, there were so many of them! And they were so cute! Even if one or two of them seemed to be a little ill-tempered, but that was okay. As long as nobody got really badly hurt, it was okay. People dying or being severely wounded was not fun. Hatchings that were safe sure were, though!
There, the healer was returning now, having not been gone very long at all. The greenrider returned her attention to him, and waved from her spot in the stands, leaning on the railing to make it seem like they were standing closer together. "Nice to meet you, Tedaon! I'm Tasakhori, of green Pandemoniuth. My dragon's up there." She pointed to the unmistakeable lime green form of her bonded, and then grinned down at Tedaon. "How many Hatchings have you been here for? This is my third, but I missed the second one." And she'd Impressed at the first! How cool was that?
What was even better was that someone she knew had just Impressed! The greenrider stood on her toes and clapped wildly, shouting out over the noise. "WAY TO GO, GESSERIDAN!" Her voice was high, and it probably got drowned out in the noise of the crowd, but that was okay -- she'd said it! What would his rider name be, she wondered? Probably something fun! Impressing was fun so his new name probably would be too!
Under any other circumstances, Xirofel would have been a whirlwind of colour and motion and flair. Now, with dragonets swarming over the Sands, his roommate on one side and fellow potential-runaway on the other, the trader was hardly moving. Only the dark green gaze, quick and calculating, flashed from dragon to dragon, human to human. It was fascinating, trying to guess at the temperaments of each newborn. That iron, for example: he was guarding his siblings, it seemed, but why? Brotherly love, or duty, or something else entirely? And the stocky green! She seemed so aggressive, so scrutinizing...! He met her gaze when she stared up at him, but did nothing -- if he were meant to have a dragon, this one probably wasn't it.
Just as well, considering the way she slashed at one of the female candidates. Xiro frowned, gazing at her with a troubled expression on his face. While he was sure the green had her reasons, he didn't like the seemingly pointless violence. He'd never liked to see people get hurt, whether it was by a newborn dragonet or not. Fights on the trail at least tended to have some kind of reason for them, but this apparently random lashing out didn't give him a positive opinion of the green hatchling at all.
And then the black stopped in front of him, and a wave of hope rose up unbidden in him. Was this what it was like to want a dragon? Xiro stared down at the hatchling, silent, still, wondering why he was here. The newborn closed his eyes, and the trader hesitated, then dragged his gaze away from the black. They weren't meant to be. They weren't partners. If they had been, Impression would have been made by now -- he was sure of it.
For a moment the trader flicked his gaze to Sebolaren, having felt the other's gaze on him when the black settled in front of him. But he said nothing, offering only a warm smile before returning his attention to the Hatching itself. The black had not been for him. He could accept that. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he should even be here, standing before these dragons. Would one really be mad enough to pick him, of all people? Dragons weren't known for choosing runaways, he was sure... but then, what would be, would be. His own racing thoughts would have no bearing on the babies' choices.
No hatchling broke shell without his noticing it; keeping tabs on each one was an entirely different proposition. All the same, Xiro watched the black Impress, and smiled, and then clapped lightly when the yellowish-green Impressed to a boy he did not know. There were dragons still left on the Sands, though, and plenty of eggs yet to hatch. He wasn't worried -- if he were meant to Impress, it would happen. If not, he'd likely return to the road and never again make the foolish choice to live in a Weyr. Until then, however, he flicked his gaze between dragonets and eggs, a small smile on his face. With luck, his friends would Impress, at least. One hand reached out to rest lightly on Aidan's shoulder for a moment, a quiet vote of confidence, before he dropped it again. If the boy at his side Impressed, that would be enough for him. And Fel... he glanced at her sidewise, hoping that she, too, would find her dragon here. No matter how she hated him, he wanted to see her happy, if he could.
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Azhdarchid
Jr. Weyrwoman
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 30, 2011 22:18:27 GMT -5
Finally the Green advanced out of the eggs and into the Candidates. She slunk alongside him and Qosis followed her movements as he had Iron Baihujinth's. This time, the dragon coiled back around, toward him, after investigating some of the boys that had lined up behind him. Qosis turned to meet her, his back to the eggs as another cracked open, his eyes on the brilliant scarlet whorls of hers. He could tell, almost, by the changes in her reflective facets in each half a second: she was looking around him, but not at him. Not into him.
She still lingered for a time, and Qosis' reception of her was no longer a disapproving frown. Her attacks had been random and unjustified to his eye, but at least she had stopped. With the tempering of a human partner, she could improve as even the Red Damask had. Under Damali's stewardship he had heard of no incidents involving the monstrous wher.
The Green stormed off. Qosis could return his gaze to the other eggs and still keep the muscular dragonet to his left, by the girls. Oh, she would have fun with the girls. Girls who should not have bothered to tempt any fighters at all. He blinked as the Hatchling tore into her first human victim, resisting the urge to turn his head and see who it was. He could tell by the quality of the noises that followed: no one he knew. Again, this routine was a part of the Hatching they had all acclimated to. And it was hard to dodge a Green when she was creeping in close to take a look at you first.
He marked the Hatchlings that followed with his attention for a time, but they paired off-- another male slithering among the girls --and the Sands were close to empty again. Aside from Callistath's watch, and his own, there were the two absurd infant guards posted some ways away. Qosis could continue to ruminate on starvation as much as he liked to see if the telepathic creatures might clue in on their conditions, but they remained oblivious in the face of duty. Or in the face of laziness-- however one decided to construe the stillness of their forms.
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RP demon hungers...
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Post by Rii on May 30, 2011 22:27:10 GMT -5
The cross little green dragonet made Gesseridan swallow, hardly staying put as she examined every candidate in turn. He could only relax as she moved on from him, only to utter a soft cry of protest when said green attacked a candidate he didn't know - out of nothing but spite and viciousness, it seemed. Had he been wrong about dragons? Were the Hatching tales all true, then...? Maybe not all of them, but most of them.
Gess's courage was, perhaps, starting to fail. Did he have any place here at all? In his few days in the Weyr, he'd acquired a friend, a champion, a bully, and a handful of acquaintances. He liked it here. There was so much inspiration. But... if HE didn't fit...
G'danMine, your Prith needs food.
Gesseridan - now G'dan - looked down. A warmth suffused his mind, a steady calm he would never have claimed on his own, a wholeness and love he never would have dared to hope for.
Impression.
The little yellow-Green continued calmly, looking as at home sitting before him as a Lady in her Hold. Everything has been put in its rightful place. There is no need to worry. You will see the sense in time. The newly named G'dan knelt, ignoring the scorching heat of the sands. His hand shook a little reaching out, but the shakes stilled as he touched Prith - his Prith - his dream come true. He'd never touched a dream before. You're real.
There was a delicate touch of serene amusement in the response, but not even the slightest hint of ridicule. Instead, she only reassured him more. Yes, I am real, G'danMine. I am for you, as you are for me. And we are together and always will be. But, now it is time for food. G'dan blinked, nodding. Yeah... yes, I'll get you food! He climbed to his feet, face lighting in a brilliant smile of exultation as he did, looking around. "Her name is Prith..." he murmured shyly, then repeats, louder than he would have dared even a candlemark before, "Her name is Prith!"
Come on, Prith, I'll get you food! he reiterated proudly, and the new weyrling and his dragonet set off across the sands.
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Birdy
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Post by Birdy on May 30, 2011 22:40:53 GMT -5
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