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Post by seddo on Aug 31, 2011 23:56:08 GMT -5
Rolin looked down from his wooden perch on the island. The midday sun beautifully lit up the sea. He wanted to be on it again. To be nursed by it… maybe he would take a boat down.
Even more than he wanted to sail again, he wanted to fly again. His trip to the island had hooked him. He was addicted. As soon as he landed, the realization had begun to set in – he didn’t belong here. Where people talked and slept and moved all too slowly. He needed his heart rate up. He needed to feel like he could reach up and raid the sky of all its splendor. But here he was… just watching it, like a peeping tom on a beautiful woman.
His ears perked when he heard the hum. The unmistakable hum. He couldn’t breath. His entire body tightened. All of a sudden he shivered. He pulled his buckskin closer and let out a shaky sigh.
Don’t think, Rolin. Just do. There was no time to think about the sky, to think about the possibility of meeting it again, with a dragon impressed to him. There was only time to move… so he did. His moccasins beating angrily against the mossy ground in his sprint towards the hatching sands.
His lungs had seized up by the time he arrived. He staggered into the crowd, feeling ready for anything. Even witnessing a hatching for the second time, still the wonder washed over him.
He was not sure what this day would bring. Not sure if he was ready for the responsibility of a dragon, if he was willing to put so much trust in another living being, however magnificent they seemed. More than anything, he was afraid. Afraid of the possibility that something as beautiful as a dragon might soon be in love with him… but with any luck, at the very least, he would feel the sky again someday soon.
He looked up at the midday sun. It smiled steadily down on him and he thought… perhaps… perhaps today would be the day.
Standing tall, with his hands behind his back, his legs soldier straight, Rolin waited. And so did the sky.
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Post by Boo on Sept 1, 2011 7:41:55 GMT -5
C’ian spotted E’kiel arriving and waved enthusiastically at his friend. He spotted Aldebarath make his way up to join Shirath and grinned at the pair. Well, Shirath would probably get what he wanted anyway… As soon as the other weyrling had joined him he picked up his own bag of food and laughed. “You brought some too? Excellent! We will have a proper feast before the feast.”
For C’ian had found himself wanting more and more food since he had impressed the dragon. He wasn’t sure whether it was their shared emotions or something else but he could just about eat a whole herdbeast. “Couineth doesn’t seem to want anyone looking at her clutch. I heard she barely even let her rider look at what was happening!”
He fell silent as a pink hatched and impressed to a male then clapped happily for their first impression of the day.
Aldebarath, my brother, you are looking absolutely fabulous today! It is good to see you and I am pleased we will be able to watch this hatching together. Most pleased indeed.
Shirath’s humming didn’t really let up for a moment but he was pleased to see the black. Someone to admire him and adore his fabulousness was something he was always happy to see. Now, if only he could find Agnith too… Perhaps even his Iron brothers…
Tedaon waved to Atenna as she came to join him nearby. He was standing to the back of the sands but still close enough that he could assist if something went horribly wrong. “Hello Atenna, Ready to lose a bet?” He asked jokingly.
Of course, he didn’t know any of the candidates except those who had been hanging around when Weyrling G’dan fell. Even then, he didn’t know the giant’s name. He maintained his smile, though, even as the first egg hatched. He was good at making things up and if he needed to he could just make this up. He was very much aware, however, that he would probably lose this bet and have to pass over some of his best Benden.
“I do believe that the hatching has started.”
The little pink seemed to impress well enough and happily enough. A good start to what he hoped would be a good hatching. He clapped lightly.
{ooc: If I missed something, let me know!}
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Post by purnip on Sept 1, 2011 11:20:05 GMT -5
Oh wow; all his past acquaintances where here. In one place. At the same time. Ridley felt a little better when surrounded by familiar, friendly faces--though it only helped to quell his anxiety for the first few minutes of standing. He glanced about at the males about him, pleased with the fact that he had seen most of them someplace or another. Sebolaren and Lexony made it sound as if a caravan of Candidates would be added to their lot just before the Hatching. Oh, but that meant he stood an actual chance to Impress to something out here. He gave a small, nervous hum at that thought. I don't want to do this, the back of his mind begged every time he tried looking towards Couineth and her young. Oh Faranth, she looks livid. Imagine the children. I bet they've got tempers too. Ugh...suddenly it was just too hot. Between the Sands and the afternoon sun pouring in from above, the Candidates were being reminded that though it was winter, they lived in a zone that could flop either way in terms of temperature. Ridley started to squirm in his spot, the heat from the hot sand below him warming up his toes a little too much. Then suddenly, with another itch on his shoulder, he realized that he wasn't alone on the Sands.
Well, of course he wasn't alone alone, but he had company. Bitter. He never thought to pluck that pillie off his back when he threw his robes on! Why did the blue pillbug stay so silent throughout this ordeal? Was he allowed to be here? A quick one-eighty and he noted that none of the Candidates save for himself brought a pet along. "Shhhhaaards..." he whined, in a tone that wasn't powerful enough to attract too much attention. "Bitter...what are you doing here?"
The pillie on his bag didn't respond. Maybe he found this perch to be uncomfortable, but he wasn't dumb enough to give himself away. He knew he wasn't supposed to be there. His human forgot to give him the benefit of staying still earlier so he could scuttle off. He sent back the sensation of annoyance that he felt for being blamed, because he obviously didn't deserve it. Ridley tried to brush this latest development off like it wasn't a capital offense, but now he worried that the young dragons would sniff the pillie out and come after him in turn--with those awfully sharp claws and teeth they possessed!
Speaking of those hatchlings, it didn't appear as if their mother was keen on sharing the spotlight. What helped to keep the young blonde from settling down was the fact that he couldn't see what was going on. Couineth was using her large, golden wing to cover up a great deal of the clutch. No one could demand of Ridley to stare at a wing all afternoon, so his gaze wandered and shot back to the Gold once every so often to make sure he hadn't missed anything. He spotted Atenna in the stands and rose his hand in a half-hearted attempt to wave. Would it have been wise to flail his hand about in the air like that? When he spotted Adaline among the female group, his hand did manage to complete the gesture accordingly as he proceeded to retract it. He mouthed the words "good luck" to her, whether or not she was paying attention. Maybe he liked the abuse, but even in knowing that Adaline disliked him in all probability, she was the only girl aside from Atenna that he really spent time around. He had a soft spot for girls. Not in the lovey-dovey way or anything--they were just...less intimidating? And they reminded him of a friend he once grew a little too attached to back at home.
The humming in the cavern started to ring in his ears now. Ridley growled lightly at it as he turned to look at Couineth again. This time however, she was not alone.
A little bright green creature stepped out from underneath her mother's wing, suddenly preoccupied with something she wasn't fond of upon examining herself. Ridley raised a brow when the Green began to roll in the sand, getting covered in a thin, crusty coat of the stuff. "Is she broken?" he said to himself. Really? Why would she do that? Now he knew for a fact that he didn't want that dragon rubbing herself up against him, because she went from looking rather gorgeous in terms of color to grungy and mucky. And the hatchling was perhaps one of the most awkward things he has ever seen. It looked so...disproportionate. Compared to the big ones. They had the strangest shape to them. Nearly hideous, but in an endearing sort of way. Well, he didn't care as long as they didn't take to harming him. So far, the Green appeared to be a peaceful creature, if not 'broken' as Ridley immediately suspected. All that time in an egg...who knows? Maybe the whole clutch had a minor case of brain damage.
A Pink followed, emerging into view after her sister. Ridley kept an eye on her for any traces of aggression and was able to breathe easier when the contrary creature disregarded the Green. That meant she was non-confrontational, right? And neither was her Green sister judging by her reaction. He kept an eye on the paler sibling however because she was the one who set to browsing Candidates first. He thought he was in the clear when she headed for the girls, but he began to tense up when she turned towards the boys next. Ridley couldn't move. He hoped Bitter hadn't grabbed her attention somehow. The pillie's irritation served him as a reminder that this was all his own fault for forgetting to let him down in the first place.
But the boy was able to breathe easy again when the Pink chose someone else. Shoganale. Ridley hardly knew the fellow, but he had the urge to thank him and shake his hand. Was he really this afraid to Impress? Sh'ale looked happy. Like, properly pleased. No concerns whatsoever on having Impressed to a female dragon, or such an awkward looking thing to begin with. He heard some clapping, which he assumed would be for the newly bonded boy, and not wanting to remain left out Ridley proceeded to clap as well. He started off apprehensive until his anxiety pressured him into being a little more enthusiastic about it. "Congratulations, mate," he said, the speed of his clapping barely matching the uncertainty in his voice. Or the lackthereof...his voice was still giving him trouble.
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Post by Kila on Sept 1, 2011 13:16:42 GMT -5
As per his avoiding-the-sun routine, Shailen was curled up snugly in his bed, sleeping peacefully when the eggs began to hatch. Though it was winter just then and the sky was overcast, turns of mid-afternoon naps were not to be deterred by something as silly as the weather. Besides, Shailen didn’t have anything else to do that seemingly uneventful day; his chores didn’t begin until that evening and he didn’t have any real friends in the Weyr to hang out with. The young Candidate was used to being alone, though, and thought nothing of his frequent solitude.
Unbothered, he had curled up alone to enjoy his nap, curling up under his furs and relishing their warmth. He had just dozed off when the humming began. The humming was very shortly followed by shouts and bangs and lots of footsteps in the hallway. Alarmed, Shailen sat up, clutching his furs to his chest. What’s going on? Listening to the cacophony in the hallway, random, excited shouts of ‘hatching!’ answered his bleary question. Hatching… Shailen’s heart flipped, sank, and then began to beat rapidly. It was time again. Last time he had been too afraid, too new to the real world to join his fellow Candidates. Was he brave enough this time? I don’t know! Even still, he rose and moved over to the well-loved candidates robe hanging in his room. It had been there for a long time and Shailen fancied that he saw some dust on the shoulders. I don’t know, he repeated as he shed his clothes and put the white tunic on. Sandals on the feet, hat on the head, and he was out the door, following his peers towards the Sands.
The winter slush and cold of the day was miserable, and for a brief moment Shailen didn’t think that he’d make it across the Bowl, but someone clapped him on the back and hurried him along, leaving his room and his chance to bow out far behind. When he did finally stumble into the Hatching Cavern, heart racing, he was taken aback by the sight of Couineth. Even wrapped jealously around her eggs, she was still massive, imposing, and glorious. He gaped up at her, eyes wide with fear and admiration. When someone brushed by him he realized his error and dropped his head, embarrassed. ”M-m’am,” he greeted Rayna as politely as he could muster, face burning. He bowed to her awkwardly and then fled towards the other boys.
He felt safe for a moment on the Sands, enjoying the heat that was already beginning to bake through his sandals, until he realized where he was. Oh stars, the eggs are hatching and I’m here! On the Sands! Terrible thoughts of maulings and angry queens assaulted him and he trembled. Looking over at the girls, he suddenly wished that he could stand by Lyr or Saia- people who he had only met once but who had nevertheless been very kind to him. I have to calm down, he told himself, trying to get a grip on the situation. If I don’t impress then I’ll go home. No problem. Home- infinitely less interesting than Dalibor, but safe. He knew exactly where he fit in there. Even though his brothers teased him, they still cared, and his Mom would always love him. He frowned at the childishness of that thought. He really couldn’t go on relying on his mother for the rest of his life; go on letting her run his life.
I can do this, it will be fine, he said, mustering his courage and standing a little taller. The sound of a crack and the sudden appearance of something trying to squeeze out from under Couinith’s wing, however, set him again on edge. Why was it wriggling like that? Why was the Gold covering her eggs? Was there something wrong? Would the dragon be angry? There seemed like there was so much that could go wrong. When it finally freed itself, Shailen’s fear escaped in a sigh that sounded distinctly like an ‘awwww’. It was a Green. I’ve never seen a dragon so little! he thought, fascinated by it. When she squeaked and began to roll in the sand he couldn’t help but laugh.
The small laugh that escaped him did wonders for Shailen. The noise eased all the tension, nerves, and fear that had been wracking his mind and body since the humming had begun. He felt giddy and light-headed, distinctly aware of everything around him. I’m here. Why had he been so nervous? Okay, he’d had good reason to be nervous, but this was exciting! When the Pink slunk out from under her mother’s wing, Shailen let out a little gasp of delight. She’s beautiful! They both are! He thought that he’d never seen anything as cute as the two little dragons on the sand- except maybe Kidanyr.
When the little Pink approached the boy Candidates, Shailen’s emotions became jumbled all over again. The Hatching had just begun and it was already an emotional rollercoaster! He froze as she left the girls and wove through the boys. Shailen was afraid to breathe lest he offend her in some way. Fortunately she chose a lifemate soon after passing by him, because he was likely to have fainted if he’d held his breath for much longer. He exhaled and clapped madly for the boy that had just impressed. Not breathing had made him even dizzier. This must be what it’s like to be drunk, he thought absently as he turned back to the Sands. Drunk on life.
ooc: work, doctor, pack for school, work again- ARGH!
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 1, 2011 14:22:19 GMT -5
His lips parted as the first hatchling fought her way out from under her mother. Was this a consequence of so many Candidates coming to ogle the eggs so very often? At Callistath's Hatching there had still been signs tacked up warning visitors about the Sands, but the Stands had never been off-limits. But then, Callistath had nearly killed one of the girls that very night, whereas Couineth was only in the business of benignly burying her newborn beauties. That was probably the trick of it: they had to convince Couineth that every compliment for the eggs was actually a compliment to her.
He entertained the notion of calling out as much to the mother dragon. Couineth, he wanted to say, This fuss is all for what you have made. These children are merely extensions of your glory. Do not hide your own magnificence! Ridiculous as the lines were, Lex cupped a hand beside his mouth. What he had heard of Couineth would make only the most elaborate phrases appropriate. But he caught himself, retracting his voice before he'd summoned it, while letting the notion continue to burn in his mind. He gave the passing Pink his best stoic regard, but the tune that traveled with her caused his mouth to twitch about a smile. She did not honor him, but his heart was warming nonetheless.
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The dark Tan stilled the giddy rocking of her body as a voice entered her head. She looked to her right, a space that was as yet open to any late arrivals, and then to her left. There sat the new brown dragon Hilth, though most any dragon Unath spotted tended to be "new" to her. Her jaw parted, blue tongue flapping inside around excited little pants, the green of her eyes reaching its fastest circulation and appearing to glow in the relative dimness of the upper ledges. She wiggled her wings at each noted item in Hilth's list.
It's fun! Unath echoed more than replied. Her attention swept momentarily back out across the stirring cavern, then returned to Hilth. You're fun. I am having fun. Where are the new dragons? she asked as the Pink and Green dragonets wriggled about in plain sight below. She ducked her head when Hilth nudged R'kin, pressing the tip of her nose to the Brownrider to steady him. Q'sis was not unconscious of her actions or the "conversation," but his gaze remained on a slow exchange from Rayna to her uncooperative queen, paying no mind to anything else.
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Post by Gray on Sept 1, 2011 15:52:08 GMT -5
Now, stretching your wings out. Crouch, steady yourself, feel the muscles contract... That's it. Now launch yourself up. Tasia watched with a slight grimace. The stocky green was not doing so well. Her main problem was getting into the air. The green hovered over the edge of their weyr for a few moments before dropping down. If a dragon could look smug, she would. You see mine? I told you I would get it. You are still a bit clumsy, but we will practice more. Now, let us see about this hum. Take me to the hatching sands. Tasia pushed up her glasses and moved closer to Ercuth intending to climb onto her back when the green snapped.
No! Why should we go see those ugly dragonets and theirs? They are ugly. Their faces are not right! NOT RIGHT Ercuth practically bellowed, her eyes red and orange in anger. Behind her, her tail lashed angrily. We will not! We will not! She snapped at Tasia a few times, trying to guide her back, but Tasia stood strong. She already had a semi-circle of scars on her hand from an earlier tantrum, why back down now? We are going. Now kneel so I can get on. Remember, these are weyrlings that will look up to you. You are older, stronger, fiercer than they are. Perhaps we can find more faces for you to collect. She smirked a bit as Ercuth sat back thinking over that.
Fine. We will go. I will take one, if I like it. Tasia did not bother explaining that she couldn't just take one of the newly bonded pairs, nor the freshly hatched dragonets. Ercuth crouched down to allow Tasia on, her claws scraping the stone in anticipation. The moment she felt Tasia on her back she ran to the edge and lept off, her wings snapping out quickly. SHARDS AND SHELLS! Nails dug into green hide, and though she had got the straps at least half set, Tasia was not happy. Glasses slipped down her nose to hang precariously. A bit of mocking draconic laughter filled her head, Ercuth was obviously pleased with herself. The thick stocky green glided as gracefully as she could, weaving a bit to show Hers what she could do.
The pair circled a few times looking for a suitable ledge and landed near Unath. The green bristled a bit, surprised by exactly how big Unath was in comparison to her. But she was content on finding herself more beautiful faces. Perfect faces. Faces that would be hers.
Tasia undid the straps and went to join the others in the stands, looking for someone in particular. She quickly found him, Q'sis being quite easy to see in the masses, at least to her, someone who was used to looking for him. Not even asking she plopped down on the seat next to him. “Hey.”
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Lyr smiled at the little dragons that hatched. Babies! She loved babies. Pushing her balled up fists to her mouth she stifled a squeal. Oh moons and stars she was excited! She couldn't see the eggs though, and that saddened her a bit. It meant she couldn't see their pretty shells. Ah well.
When the first dragonet made her way out from under mother Couineth's wing, Lyr gave a silent cheer. Oh good! She was afraid they wouldn't be able to Impress with their mother's wing in the way. Oh a green! A pretty green too. Though Lyr thought all dragons were pretty. She was peculiar though, rolling in the sand like that. Did she think it would camouflage her? Looking around at the other Cadidates, Lyr grinned. Oh look! Shailen! She hadn't seen much of the boy since she first got there, she went him a small wave though. Then there was a pink. Oh pinks. Lyr liked the softer colors of some pink, this one included. Looking over the pink she noted the little white spots. How cute. The little pink seemed a bit cold though. She was passed up by the pink, but a boy wasn't, happily she clapped for him glad that he had found a lifemate in the beautiful little pink.
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Adaline was less impressed. What kind of conduct was this for a gold to have? She frowned and shook her head. Minus ten points for Couineth. Though part of her could see the merit in hiding the dragonets. Make them work! Test them, only the strong and cunning survive. So maybe make that minus five points. No reason to be cruel now. Looking up she spotted Ridley, her brows raised a bit but she gave him a small wave none the less.
Spying the first dragonet's head, Adaline sniffed a bit. They needed to be faster. Didn't they have any drive at all? Ugh. Still when she looked over the green covered in egg good even Adaline had to admit she was pretty. Peculiar though. Was she flitter-brained? Possibly. Though the sound she made wasn't one of enjoyment. It struck her now that dragonets were something she may not be ready for.
She shrugged a bit if the green was odd, the green was odd. Adaline put off an aura of cool confidence, her expression aloof and disconnected. Though she was just as nervous as the others. Well maybe not all, but she was still rather nervous. What if she was left standing? Then she was worthless. Worthless in the eyes of these newborns.
The pink was the next to make her way out onto the sands. Pinks. Hmm, they seemed a bit flighty, but it wasn't something Adaline couldn't work with. Taking a deep breath she watched the pink pass by the green. Well this one seemed sensible. She liked that. It was not meant to be though. The pale pink passed her by. Frowning a bit, Adaline watched her. What girl would she choose? She waited as the pink looked over the girls but then moved off and chose.. a boy? What was a boy going to do on a female dragon? Hm. It was... Odd. She was always told girl dragons preferred girls, but then again it could have been lies from her parents. In fact, the rider that searched her had been a male on a green. Hmm... Maybe females choosing males was something common here. Dalibor did seem to be different than other Weyrs she had head tales of.
– E'kiel nodded a bit and laughed. “I figured it would be fine if we had a lot. Just in case.” Reaching in his back he pulled out a few sweet rolls he had bought. He offered one to C'ian. “Try this, it's really good.”
He looked down onto the sands and frowned a a bit. “I wonder why, eggs are like a Queen's legacy. You would think she would want to show them off.” But then again, Couineth was an odd queen.
E'kiel too fell silent as the pink joined her green sister on the sands. As she Impressed he couldn't help but grin. How lucky that boy was. He remembered his Impression of Aldebarath like it had happened yesterday. As if feeling the same he felt a rush of adoration from the Black perched up top.
Do you think so? E'kiel oiled me right before we started. It will, uh, be a delight to sit here and watch with you. You look lovely today as well Shirath.
Aldebarath wiggled a bit in his spot as he looked down at the baby dragons breaking free from their mother's grasp. They were so small! Had he been once that small? He did not think so.. But then again it was quite possible that he was, indeed, once that small.
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Post by Ruin on Sept 1, 2011 17:49:48 GMT -5
The Stands filled and Candidates filed and soon the warmth of the heat beneath his sandals felt echoed in the press of life around him. Turning his head slightly, Sebol was able to find the faces of the boys—young men—and offer them the most encouraging smile he could muster past the race of his heart and the squeeze of his lungs. Those flashing grey eyes held Daymar for the longest, even as the nervous man wavered on the very edge of Sebol’s vision in an attempt to hide from the squealing life he could hear beneath the Gold wing that still covered the sands: When his room-mate drew a sudden breath into his lungs, the ex-Herder knew that at least one of the eggwet newborns had forced her way into existence whether her dam willed it or not. Returning his head forward he spied the Green as she proceeded to roll herself into the burning heat of the Sands—which she probably didn’t notice.
Perhaps it was a reaction to the remains of her birthing, an instinct to cover her scent from predators, but he had not seen such exhibited at Callistath’s hatching: As he had warned his friends, the dragonets were easily stimulated by anything. At least she appeared to be more frustrated with herself than with those she was required to look to, but Sebolaren was almost certain there would be born a bundle of bristling anger—the only question was when. When and how would Daymar handle such an obvious predator on the Sands where he stood? Who would be mauled? Would Reylia come away whole in part to the words he had spoken to her so many months ago, would he? And what of Daymar?
The questions swirled around inside his head as he felt moisture form along the curves of his muscles, his back, and beneath where flesh touched flesh: The heat was curling through once cold-chilled skin and forcing him to discomfort. It could not, however, steal from him the excitement that curled through his heart and uplifted the worry of past months. Sebol’s head tilted to Ridley’s words, but did not respond to them; she was no more broken than any of them were—full of their own quiet neurosis or instincts, but here perhaps the boy would discover that by way of his own Impression. When the Green’s Pink sister forced her way free of Couineth, there were more quiet murmurs from the Sands and Stands alike. Bets placed on dragon Impression—he’d placed a few himself—hopes and new dreams, Candidates they knew, brothers, sisters, and children.
Children. Not that he expected his Father to be here, the father who had severed ties with him as if selling horseflesh to the Traders. The man had not come to Callistaths, and would be hard pressed to come to witness this—having disavowed his only child. The Steward, however, was still forefront in his mind: With two of his own on the Sands, and one he may have somewhat adopted, plus the letters sent to him by Sebol. Well, he hoped it would happen for the sake of Daymar. As the thoughts continued to filter through his mind, the Pink had wandered her way through the females and had begun sorting through the males.
She passed ahead of he and Daymar first, due to their positioning beside the women, but she was gone just as quickly, leaving a smile on his face—though he doubted it was echoed in his room-mate. In truth the boy had seemed fit to use Sebol as a pillar of stone to hide behind and move around so not even a sliver of his head would be visible to the passing dragonet: He’d probably already decided he didn’t want to Impress and was regretting his choice. The ex-Herder could offer him no further words of encouragement, though he mostly avoided speaking as an act to ward off any unwanted—angry—attention, but he did give the man another smile. Whenever he spent longer than five breaths peeking out at Couineth and her concealed brood.
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Post by spooky on Sept 1, 2011 20:36:37 GMT -5
Nai shook herself lightly, continuing to watch Stands and other candidates gather. She nodded slightly as Traepsie stood beside her, but otherwise said nothing. She was only passingly familiar with the other young woman. She glanced around at others who had gathered. Some she knew better than others. She hoped she might get to know more of them better as time passed. It all depended she supposed. Depended how today turned out. She could be mauled. That would definitely be unpleasant.
She would defend herself, if she could. Had anyone ever defended themselves against a dragonet? Was it even possible? She considered the possibility; her mind instantly breaking out into strategies, plans, possibilities, variables, and factors. She wasn't educated, but that didn't mean she was as sharp as a knife. Preferable to hurting a dragonet would be retreating, ultimately. She didn't think she'd be able to react to a sudden attack anyways, but she didn't think she'd let one of the other candidates to be mauled carelessly either. She hated the idea of standing by, and had never understood why some people did. Just because it was tradition didn't make it right. It made it all the more wrong. She bit her lip, now slightly worried. She hoped it didn't come down to that.
Nai shook her head and set it into the auxiliary part of her brain. Easily accessible if need be, but not the preoccupier of her energy. Without meaning too, she took a sharp intake of breathe when the first green emerged to the crowd. It was a cute little thing, she supposed. She wasn't sure really how to feel. It seemed kind, and lovely. She'd be delighted with any dragon. So.. her heart soared, but her mind kept her from getting too attached. It may not be Hers after all? She watched amused as it proceeded to be seemingly disgusted by the egg fluid, and began to roll it off. Of course, that would only make things worse, and it did. The little dragonet was even dirtier. Poor thing. Nai had never known a life of cleanliness until the Weyr, she'd always been covered with a fine layer of dirt. She couldn't quite understand its desires, it wasn't her, but it obviously mattered to the small and young dragonet. It didn't make a move towards the Candidates though, and Nai moved her attention to a new head that had popped itself out from behind a wing.
A pink. Also small, but larger than the green. She seemed a lovely color, but didn't have as many personality quirks as her sibling. She just walked out and proceeded towards... her! Or well, not her specifically, but the female candidates. Her heart raced, could this be her dragonet? Could this be the one? Her heart soared, but her mind was always the tempering element. There was at least a 1:15 chance of the dragonets. She was maybe 1 of 30 candidates. That meant there was a small chance this particular dragonet was hers. She watched it, muscles tightening, heart racing as it passed her. It swung back past her, and this retriggered all the reactions. Then it moved off to the boys. Not hers. That was... okay. There was still a chance after all, right?
It Impressed to a boy she didn't know, so she clapped, and turned her attention back to the Sands.
At least it hadn't detected or tried to eat Cozy...
Mmmmm....
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Post by Reky on Sept 1, 2011 22:30:21 GMT -5
Pash would have not missed the Hatching for anything in the world. Ardith still young enough that the memory of Impression was fresh in her mind, and the prospect of seeing a whole new batch of candidates meeting the same, wonderful, fantastic fate excited her to no end. She and the blue weren't the masters of manned flight quite yet, but at least they were trying and each mistake came with its own imaginative excuse from Ardith. He alighted on one of the ledges looking down on the Sands. Pash felt the cheerful hum in his throat as she dismounted and leaned against him. Her eyes picked out familiar faces down below, particular that of Rolin. She grinned and wished him well; she had confidence in him! Even if he was a little stuffy.
Lin and Memnorooth were perched among the spectators as well, the green excited beyond belief even if she couldn't remember why. R'fus watched from the stands, a rare smile on his weathered face. Verith, Karath, Naireth, Meyhineth and Jarith all took up the hum; Enlith defied it. The strength of the noise that came from Kaezeth only ignited R'len's giddiness into a full-fledged fire. From hers and Naireth's perch, Samael sought out the bulk of Unath and waved to Q'sis even if he mightn't see. Despite the midday hour and the busy infirmary, the wherhandlers Hester and Audren and the healer Cleo were also in attendance. A hatching was not a thing to be missed.
On the heat of the Sands, Osine had managed to catch her breath. Her head felt better, but her heart still pounded. She liked to think she had herself under control and that she was being perfectly sensible in how she approached the Hatching. Up until this point, she had been far more focused on her tanning work than anything else. She had been indifferent to the chance of not Impressing. It wasn't a big deal. She had Turns left before she aged out of candidacy. She was lucky to be a candidate in the first place. She should be grateful for whatever happened.
Now that she was in the moment, the hot Sand beneath her feet, candidates filing in and causing her chances to shrink, she didn't care about any of that. She wanted to Impress and she wanted it badly. To walk off of these Sands and back to that sharding jacket, not to a dragon's side... Worry flared up in her stomach like an illness. The odds were bad. As the pink walked past her and her held breath to Impress, the odds got worse - and not just for her. For everyone else. She was sure they were feeling similar anxieties and her empathy magnified her own concern. Everything she had been taught about remaining calm had been lost. The slick sheen of sweat and the heat in her cheeks was plain to be seen by human and dragon alike. [/blockquote]
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Post by princesal on Sept 1, 2011 22:56:12 GMT -5
Getting to the sands didn't take very long, and once they arrived, both W'lin and Chyurath were eying the sands. W'lin could sense that his dragon would prefer to be closer, he wanted to inspect the new hatchlings as they presented themselves. Wanted to make sure they were going to be as foolish as some of his hatch-mates had been, and still are. W'lin didn't want to be in front, not at all, and actually would have preferred being as far back, that way no one could see them just sitting by themselves. But unfortunately, Chyu won out, and the well oiled Iron made his way to the closer to the front stands. It would be amusing, W'lin noted, if any new hatchlings saw a scary dragon face when they first entered the world. He was concentrating so hard on the hatchlings. W'lin barely had time to sit down when a hushed awe went over the hatching sands as a green showed herself... and then immediately rolled in the sand. Eyebrows raising, he heard Chyu's mental scoff. already... it's already begun. Let's hope she impresses to a candidate who has enough sense to not roll around like a canine with an itch.Frowning, he shook his head, and looked back at the hatchings. Was this how Chyu was going to be every time he saw a dragon? Examining, bringing in a critical eye. It was definitely a new sensation to be here, instead of down on the sands. How had he gotten so lucky to have this magnificent Iron sitting next to him. Hearing those thoughts, Chyurath sat up a little straighter, his striped tail curling around to make somewhat of a barrier around his weryling, daring anyone to come near and make conversation. The pink newly hatched, caught W'lin's eye, spending hours dreaming about dragons, he had thought he would have ended up impressing a talkative and loving little pink. She would have brought out the inner him, and that would have been something new, but really, he couldn't even imagine impressing a pink now. Chyurath patched up a part of his heart that had been breaking. Sure, the Iron often criticized, and made fun of him, and sometimes preyed on insecurities to do what he so wished, but W'lin loved him with all of his heart... and he knew that Chyu loved him to, even if he refused to admit so with super scary dragon face on. "She's pretty..."Chyurath didn't show interest in that, but he nodded all the same, she had known what she was there for. And while she had gone through the girls, she had walked a line straight to the boys and impressed quickly. Smart girl, knows what she wants. That's admirable... didn't play around either, went straight to business. Seems like there may be some hope for this hatching.Chyu... if I remember right, you took your fair share of time to choose me...You were hiding! I said you were hiding! You are never to hide from me again, or I shall bite off your legs so you can not get away!Clapping for the first impressing, W'lin smiled at his big (and ever growing) Iron, not fearing for his legs at all. ---- Calm yourself. Just breath in and out. Teriss was trying to remind himself how to breath. He wanted to show a dragon that he had a calm mind, that he would be a good chosen, that he was here, that his dragon would find him and he wouldn't be scared. No, Teriss wasn't scared, he was as calm as a river... if that river was full of dips and waterfalls, and rapids. That's about how calm he was. When he saw the little green hatch, and then roll around, his heartbeat sped up, she seemed a little stressed about something, or maybe the egg... ah... goop? the remains were itching and she was doing her best to get it off. Maybe she'd choose him, he was good at cleaning, and he had strong hands to get whatever itch she may have. Unfortunately she seemed more content to try and take care of her own business, while her younger pink sister hatched and went searching for her chosen. Teriss wasn't surprised when she went immediately for the girls, they were strong girls, he could see that they were ready for impression. Was this any of their first time? Did they know what to do already? It did surprise him when the pink walked away from the female candidates and headed the boys' way. What if she chose him? Did he go off the sands? Did he stay and wait? What would it feel like? Would she know what to do? Gulping as she came so close that he could have reached out and touch (he didn't dare), he was sad... he couldn't help it... when she kept walking, and impressed another boy. This was so exciting, and she was the first to chose. Pink was such a nice color too! This was going to be a good standing, right? What did it mean? Maybe he'd impress! Teriss was doing exactly what his parents had warned him about, he was dreaming too strong, he was hoping so hard that his hoper might break. Clapping softly, not wanting to disturb or scare any of the hatchlings, he could only imagine what the boy was feeling. So lucky. Teriss hoped he'd be so lucky.
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Post by gallium on Sept 1, 2011 23:02:14 GMT -5
The edges of Hilth's interaction infringing upon him, R'kin had to wonder precisely how his Brown had managed to find another dragon who appeared to be quite such a kindred spirit within the space of approximately two minutes. It was certainly a gift. Well, at least it would keep Hilth entertained, though R'kin had to hope that the pair wouldn't manage to wind themselves up into uncontrollable fits of excitement - not that he was particularly worried about that, having had enough practice by now to know that he could restrain Hilth if need be.
"Thank you," he said, as Unath offered a helpful nose to prevent Hilth from sending him spilling out into the air, though he'd made sure when he sat down to find a ridge of rock he could brace himself against. In their first few sevendays after Impression, R'kin had spent rather a lot of time being sent flying by his dragon, and had quickly learned, for the sake of self-preservation and prevention of bruises, to always be prepared for Hilth throwing his weight around. Still, a little help never went amiss, and so he gave the weyrling dragon a grateful smile.
They're there! Hilth pointed out, not particularly helpfully given that 'there' was hugely unspecific, in response to Unath's query, most pleased at her general enthusiasm for the whole experience. Of course it was fun! New dragons were finding their people, and though Hilth's memory was a rather dim and shady commodity, he could remember that instant of Impression, that sudden completeness that had swelled through him, and that was what the hatchlings and Candidates below would be experiencing.
Down on the Sands, he clarified, only slightly more helpfully, then proceeded to speak mostly in exclamation marks. And one has Impressed already! A Pink! And they're so tiny! I don't think we were ever that tiny. To be fair, Hilth probably hadn't ever been as small as either the Pink or the Green, given that he was a large brown, and had emerged from his egg no differently.
R'kin, meanwhile, kept mental tabs on precisely what Hilth was doing, ready to intervene if the Brown inadverdently managed to cause problems (not that he ever meant to, but sometimes his irrepresible nature was misunderstood), but had most of his attention on the Sands below. The Gold - Couineth, he recalled - definitely had a unique way of conducting a Hatching. Never before had he seen a dragon quite so determined to hide her eggs. Protect, yes, but hide, no.
As a Green came in the other side of Unath, Hilth split his attention, a wash of 'oh, good, more friends!' spilling over into R'kin's mind. Hello, Hilth began, then realised he'd never introduced himself and addressed both younger dragons. I am Hilth, and this is R'kin. It is very nice to meet both of you! The fact he hadn't really yet begun to meet the Green was entirely irrelevant, of course.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Sept 1, 2011 23:18:25 GMT -5
Disappointed by the fact that the pink had left her, the green sighed and flopped back on her haunches. She knew that Hers was out there, but the green was waiting. She wasn't exactly certain what she was waiting for, but the green didn't mind that. She didn't need to know everything all the time. Besides, waiting would give her hide more time to dry off so that it could get clean. The green hated being dirty, after all. She abhorred dirty things in general, honestly. She hated dirty things and fighting, but that was about it. The green wasn't a particularly hateful creature.
Beneath Couineth's wing, the small blue egg was rocking swiftly back and forth, the creature within it eager to get out. Finally, the thick dark blue shell cracked open, allowing the creature to tumble from the egg. The dragonet within was small and gangly, matching its small egg well. Still, its color would not be revealed for a time yet, for the dragonet was lurking beneath Couineth's wing, content to be hidden from the world for a time.
After a moment, however, the dragonet snarled softly, eyes whirling sharply with an annoyed orange as it turned towards the edge of Couineth's wing and away from the eggs that had yet to hatch. The dragonet paused, made an annoyed noise and wriggled out from beneath Couineth's wing. The black was simply a black, it seemed. His hide didn't vary like his previously Hatched siblings had.
However, the moment that the black appeared on the Sands, the green perked up almost immediately, rising from her paws and wandering up to him. She circled around him, looking him up and down. The green wasn't flirty, per se. Still, she was a green. She was interested in males, though the green certainly wasn't going to be a flirt. One day, the green wanted to settle down with a male, but this male... Well, he was disappointing, to say the least. The green snorted irritably to herself and turned away from the black within moments. It was clear to her that she was a rather badly tempered male, though his insecurity was less obvious to her, and the green wasn't interested in him. She had rather high standards, despite her goal of one day settling down with a male. The green was in no hurry for that. And this black was rather . . . obnoxious, she decided. The green didn't hate him. She only hated dirty things and fighting. But she definitely didn't like the black.
The black snarled slightly when the green began to circle him, irritated by the green's audacity. And the fact that he had been measured and found unworthy didn't make the black feel very great either. Though the black dragonet certainly did his best to hide it, he was a distinctly insecure creature, and even if he didn't know what standards the green was measuring him against, falling short made the dragonet snarl to himself, wondering what exactly he had done wrong. The world was a scary place, it seemed. A scary, scary place, and one that he didn't want to stay in, not if he was being judged right off the bad. He kind of wanted to go back into his egg now, but since that wasn't an option . . . well, the black decided to get irritable with the green. It wasn't his fault that he was a flawed creature! And in her judging personality, he saw more than a bit of himself, which wasn't a pleasant feeling either.
Meanwhile, the pale blue egg that lurked beneath Couineth's wing was rocking fiercely. The dragonet within wanted out, and it exploded from her egg with a triumphant cry. The dragonet wasted no time in getting out from beneath Couineth's wings, and popped her brightly colored head into the world with a happy noise. She was a brighter green than her sister, with paler mottled markings on the lower half of her head, trailing onto her neck, wings and back legs. Though not the largest of greens, this green had a distinctly bulky build, unlike her more feminine seeming sister. Her bright green tail flicked, and the green stepped onto the Sands, leaving the shelter of Couineth's wing behind.
The black caught sight of her almost immediately and growled low in his throat, not impressed by the sight of another green. He probably wouldn't be a fan of greens for a time yet, especially not so soon after he had been judged by the previous green and found wanting, something that had the hidden insecurities lurking in the black lurking snapping at his heels. Still, it wasn't like the black was going to show that. So instead he growled softly, but not so softly that the green couldn't hear him, apparently, for she snarled right back in the black's direction.
Of course, the black didn't take very kindly to the green snarling at him, and his stormy personality was clearly evident when he launched himself at her, eyes whirling with sharp red. The bright green met the black with readied claws, and they tangled on the Hatching Sands, the green's small claws pricking the black's hide and drawing ichor.
However long that might have lasted, it was immediately interrupted by a sharp cry from the foresty green, snorting irritably. Her presence wasn't a very commanding one, but the green strongly disapproved of fighting. Even if she wasn't involved in it, she hated fighting, and she made that clear with another annoyed noise.
The two dragonets separated, looking rather like guilty children. The forest green turned towards her brighter sister, snorted softly, and nudged her bright sister towards the Candidates. The foresty green was not going to have another fight on her paws. She hated fighting, even if the green herself wasn't involved in it. She would have sent the black towards the Candidates instead, but her green sister was closer to her than the black, so the forest green prodded her bright sister towards the Candidates.
Sulking, the brighter green padded towards the females, snorting as she carefully examined a few girls before the green snorted to herself, still rather irritated. She had a dragon's memory and wouldn't hold onto grudges for long, but when the green did get angry, and she was fairly easily angered and had quite the violent temper when she was angry. Her claws flexed into the hot Sands at the thought. AdalineMine. [/i] The green hissed and stared up at Hers. Your Tercath will not let them near you again.[/i] Tercath snorted softly and turned to glower out across the Sands, orange eyes narrowing in the black's direction. And perhaps once I have eaten, we will see the flowers?[/i] Her voice was rather sweet as the anger faded from her mind and gaze. Tercath would never be a cold dragon. And Tercath did like flowers... Well, actually, she loved flowers! They were so . . . interesting! She loved flowers and she loved Hers. And no one would be able to go near Hers again! Tercath would protect Hers! Meanwhile, the forest green had turned her attention towards the black. She gave a warning rumble, deep within her chest. Fighting was not acceptable to that green, and she simply wasn't going to let it happen. The green would take care of both of the problem children, if her mother wasn't going to, and that was that. Grumbling indignantly, the black skulked off, heading away from the forest green. He didn't like that green. She had judged him (not that he had room to talk) and that wasn't fair. The black snorted irritably and stalked through the male Candidates, his mind flicking from Candidate to Candidate. He marched down the line, not pausing in front of anyone, though his mind did intrude on each of the Candidates in turn. None of them caught his attention, however. None of them until - him. The black froze, head tilting slightly to the side. Yes, that was the one. The one that was just right for him. The black looked pleased as he settled down at Sebolaren's feet. S'aren, you are Sicriath's now.[/i] Sicriath paused, his annoyed gaze flicking towards the green that still waited on the Sands, the green that had broken up his 'fight' with Tercath. The fight could have proven his worth, but the green had broken it up before Sicriath could have done anything. She had better stay away from me.[/i] Sicriath snapped irritably, focusing his attention on S'aren firmly. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by ferret on Sept 2, 2011 0:28:28 GMT -5
It was beginning to dawn on Taavi that the heat from the Sands was infiltrating his sandals, making his feet annoyingly warm. It wasn’t long before the Candidate was longingly thinking of the snow that was piled up just outside of the Hatching Caverns. Great big fluffy piles of it, just ready for a snow war. Ohhh, now that sounded like just the thing to keep himself entertained on his next rest day! Building a great big snowfort. Snowforttopia. Like Comforttopia, only completely different because, instead of being made from pillows and blankets and being inside, it would be outside and constructed from snow. And there would be snowballs.
A crack, almost completely muffled by Couineth’s wings, called his attention back to where the eggs presumably were. Maybe if he moved around he could get a better look… he considered the idea before tossing it away; after all the horror stories he heard about Hatchings, he didn’t want to do anything that might call attention to himself. As it turned out, the hatchling----hatchlings----were revealed soon enough anyway, a rather finicky-looking Green and a softly-colored Pink. The Green seemed content to wait; perhaps her Candidate wasn’t present yet or maybe she was waiting for a properly notarized invite. Of the two, the latter seemed more likely, considering her persnickety actions. The pink, however, was one bright little gal, ready to face the world with a heart of ice and a fiery spirit just waiting to come out. After carefully examining all the girls, the pink finally found Hers among the boys. Good on him, Taavi thought. He didn’t know the lucky lad, but he clearly would have his hands full.
But not quite as full as the next Impress-ees…
Taavi tilted his head to one side as he swore he heard a low growl come from under those protective wings, a downright worrisome noise. A black----true matte black, without a spark of lighter colors on him----emerged, full of annoyance. The green went to greet him, but quickly turned away. Perhaps she knew something the Candidates didn’t. Dragons were such perceptive creatures… Then again, it didn’t take much intelligence to figure out that the snarling black didn’t want to play. Even Cassia could have figured that out.
Well, maybe, Taavi added privately to himself, well-aware of his firelizard’s dumber-than-dirt attitude. Another hatchling broke free of her mother’s protective cloister, one brightly colored and full of attitude. Soon enough, both of the hatchlings were snarling at each other. Green ichor spattered the Sands, sinking between the grains in short order. “Shouldn’t their mother do something?” he asked himself, looking up at the Gold who seemed content to let her children fight it out amongst themselves.
The darker green interrupted her siblings soon enough, showing far more spunk that Taavi would have expected from such a small hatchling. His respect for her rose slightly. He was always prepared to respect those underdogs who refused to give up. The brightly-colored green and black slunk off to opposite ends, finding theirs quickly.
While he didn’t know the girl who Impressed the green, Taavetti recognized Seb straight off. He grinned at his friend, pleased that he had Impressed. It was just what he’d always wanted, at least from what Taavi was able to gather. If Sebol held his cards any closer to himself, he would have stuffed them down his boots.
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Post by Boo on Sept 2, 2011 15:48:19 GMT -5
C’ian took the sweetroll happily enough and started eating even as the next couple of shells started to crack and break. He ate thoughtfully and then shrugged a little. “It’s Couineth! Who knows what goes on in her mind except her Rider? I would pay a lot of marks to hear what she says most of the time.”
He grinned at his former roommate and finished off his sweetroll rather quickly before grabbing a spice one. He looked down at the sands again, quiet, as a green and black joined the other green and pink on the sands. Of course, with the pink Impressed, she and her bonded were now wandering away. The two greens and black, however, were now getting into something of a tangle. As they moved away, however, C’ian clapped with the green’s Impression to a female he was yet to be acquainted with.
“She seems like a right volatile little creature there.”
It was the black’s turn and he moved off to the giant, Sebolaran. C’ian clapped enthusiastically. “I know him! I met him when I was drumming one day! Good thing he Impressed, I reckon he’ll be able to keep that dragon under control!”
You look most wonderful, my dear brother! Thank you kindly. Mine did oil me but missed a few places. I told him to take more care but he was already late for his chores. Shirath huffed a little, then turned his head to inspect his hide, Well, after the hatching I will make sure he oils me again. Look Aldebarath, one of those to hatch is a black!
Shirath hoped that no purples hatched. He was more wonderful than any dragon ever because every single dragon wanted him but still… He didn’t think he would like it if a purple hatched…
Tedaon stiffened slightly as the black hatched on the sands and then turned his head away from the hatching, teeth and jaw clenched. "That was one of mine," He said shortly. Well, sort of. He didn't know the man's name but that didn't matter because he knew him vaguely by sight.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 2, 2011 15:50:04 GMT -5
Faster now, or so it seemed to Lexony, Couineth's infants wriggled out of the rough to find their mates. Not all paths were without suffering, even when it looked like a few mere paces from the edge of that overripe gold wing to the waiting Candidates. Kittens, puppies, and all other sorts of infant animals wrestled each other, though he had never seen a kitten draw blood despite its claws. Dragons, he reminded himself, were on a bridge between animals and otherwise. Couineth did nothing, and the hatchlings sorted themselves out, the forest-Green taking most of the peacemaking credit. But the firestarter Black approached and as he slithered by Lex could make out the orange fragments in his eyes and the drawn hiss in his throat. To such a beast went Sebolaren, the quiet giant.
Lex blinked as the dragonet emphasized some unheard point with a clack of his jaw. Sebolaren had Impressed, as Lexony and others had assured him he would. That inferno-sighted creature was His. Lex followed Sicriath's tilt of head toward the girls, and realized the Black and his sparring partner were exchanging stinkeyes. The ex-guard smiled, though he still was not completely clear on the thoughts of the newborns. About the Weyr, folk talked often of dragonriders feeling things better than other Pernese. Candidates were supposed to project their feelings clearly for the perusal of their would-be lifemates.
But his own emotions sat behind a veil. Distress for fighting hatchlings, joy for Impression, excitement for the event as a whole were present, but choked. He was thinking more than feeling. Dragons were not human beings. He looked to Couineth, larger and stronger than the largest and strongest man. How could she possibly share feelings with something so small and vulnerable as a human? The common word was that she was selfish, but perhaps it was more a permanent disconnect between the way she saw the world and the way the people of Pern did.
Couineth was not human. But she was not just a large feline squatting over her kits either. Even the attention of the other dragons did not seem to satisfy her, and for that reason Lexony finally felt, and his tune was sympathy. The queen rendered herself lonely no matter her company. Practically he thought the Weyrwoman, Rayna, ought convince her to lift that folded wing, but if this was the only way Couineth could be happy...
He did not ignore the fact that this quick Impression to Sebol left Daymar on his own, just as Lex had predicted many months ago. Daymar's likely terror did not impress itself upon Lexony, but it was a logical conclusion for which sympathy again surfaced in him. He was not rude enough to take his focus from Couineth and her children just to catch Daymar's eye, though the notion of providing neither comfort nor defense did not sit easy in his gut. He squinted at cloaking wing, but there were no new tremors along the membrane yet. Daymar would just have to stand for himself. There were no shields stalwart enough to hinder destiny.
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The Tan beside Hilth said nothing new, but the canting of her head suggested she was regarding the Sands the Brown had directed her to. When Ercuth landed at her other side she looked sharply to the Green, then relaxed and bobbed her head in Couineth's direction. In the corner of her great eye, the young subqueen spotted the wave of Samael's arm from Naireth's back. She did not look after the motion, but in the Stands below her Q'sis showed a smile between scowls. His expressions muted themselves back to neutrality however when Ercuth's rider slipped in next to him.
"Tasia," he replied. Below, the distinguishably tall dot of Sebolaren paired off with a smaller blotch of Black. Q'sis took note of this Impression among the others-- which were either routine or irritating --in a single short glance, then flicked his eyes back over Rayna. "Always reassuring when a girl has absolutely no control over her queen, don't you think?" he drawled at the Greenrider beside him, then offered her a smirk. "I suppose the queen may only choose from what is available at the time."
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Post by Gray on Sept 2, 2011 16:23:10 GMT -5
Adaline watched the Pink and her chosen. Hm. Impression seemed so.. Fluffy. What caused Impression? Why did the dragons feel compelled to find their bonded? She wanted to find out. She wanted to test.. She wanted to... Oh. There was a muffled crack that caused her to look up. The dark green still was out on those sands, not even looking at the candidates much. Hm. She had little drive. Adaline noted this as she turned to look at Couineth's large wing. So when would the new dragonet show it's face?
It took a while, but he finally came out. A black. Carefully she looked him over, his coat was a flat black, it did not glimmer, nor did it have a sheen like some others. It just seemed to swallow the light and colors around it. He was certainly one sour little dragonet. She chuckled a bit at his snarl. So antisocial. But that was no concern of hers. If the dragonet wished to distance himself from his siblings, who was she to disagree?
She had been puzzling more about what caused humans and dragons to 'Click' when a triumphant cry made her look up. Ah, so another had broke through their shell. Another green from what she could tail, a brighter thicker green than the one still on the sands. Interest was piqued when the black turned to growl at this one as well. He didn't seem fond of the females around him. Adaline tilted her head a bit and watched the interaction. Unlike the other, this green turned to snarl at the black.
Things just got a bit better. While Adaline was not a huge fan of fights, it did amuse her to see the siblings have their little tussle. The darker green interrupted though, she seemed a bit meddlesome. Turning from the spectacle Adaline looked over the other candidates. Who would these three pick? Would they choose others so much like them? This whole process really did intrigue her.
At the pushing of her elder sister the brighter green started to move towards the girls. Adaline watched a few stiffen under inspection of the green. Why do that? It wouldn't stop her from attacking if she so pleased. When it came to her turn, Adaline noticed she felt odd. Her knees felt weak and her heart quickened in her chest. For a moment she thought about everything around her. She did not breathe or blink. She forgot about the heat of the sands and the ache of her wounds. All she thought about was this green. It was all highly illogical.
Adalinemine. Mine. The word resonated through her, like she could feel it in her bones. She looked at the greenas she hissed. Her green. It just struck her that this was her green. Your Tercath will not let them near you again. “Of course you won't. If they get near, we will take care of it Tercath.” Tercath... Her dragon's name was Tercath. And perhaps once I have eaten, we will see the flowers? The request struck Adaline as a bit odd. All that anger and suddenly flowers? She frowned for a moment before shrugging some. “Yes. If there is still light we will go see the flowers.” Placing her hand atop Tercath's head she looked over to the boys where the black had gone. Sebolaren. The black had chose Sebolaren. Adaline almost wanted to laugh at the irony of this all. Instead a slightly wry smile twisted itself on her lips. “Let us go Tercath. We should go feed you before your brother comes to join us.”
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Lyr bounced a bit on the tips of her toes. So much energy flowed through her right now, it was almost dizzying. A deep breath was taken to try and quell the energy rushing through her body now. She was so nervous and excited. The two emotions combined into a volatile cocktail that threatened to make the woman pass out if she didn't calm. Combined with her currently worn down, sleepless state odds did not bode well for her.
The forest green drew her attention again. Was the poor dear still looking? Well Lyr was sure she would move when she felt confident enough. Lyr wouldn't want to be rushed in such a situation. No, she would want to sit back and make sure her choice was a good one. Plus she had siblings being born! Who wouldn't want to wait and meet every singe one of them. In fact, a new one showed his face.
This black was mighty pretty. There was something about his hide that made her want to touch it, to see if it felt like others. She could tell he wasn't exactly the most jubilant of creatures though. The way he scowled when his sister only went to say hello. No, he was certainly a grumpy little fellow.
A sister dollowed him, the bright little green popping her head out from under the wing with a joyous little sound. “How cute,” she murmured softly placing a hand on one cheek. Happy dragonets charmed Lyr quite a bit. Her smile stayed on place even as the bright green and black growled at each other. Well, children will be children and Lyr had heard siblings often fought. Her smile disappeared when ichor stained the sands though, oh goodness, she hoped this would not end in immense bloodshed.
The forest green had the same idea and Lyr's smile appeared again as she intervened. Good for her! Lyr was glad to see the forest green wouldn't let the pair shred themselves. Glancing to the stands she spied Kidanyr, double checking on the young girl. Well she looked like she was doing well with her odd body guards around her. When she looked back the mottled green was moving among the girls picking through them. Lyr clapped happily as another girl impressed, a severe looking young one but she was sure the girl had a good heart under that serious face.
The forest green turned to her brother again, and Lyr almost laughed a bit. The green was quite the orchestrator. Her eyes followed the grumpy little fellow as he met to move the boys. After a bit of perusing he chose a boy Lyr didn't know. Well she was glad the sour gent found someone to love him. Hopefully the boy would be able to care for him, he seemed like a handful!
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E'kiel had to nod in agreement, his mouth too full of roll to actually speak. Couineth was an odd one from what he had seen. Swallowing his mouthful he sighed. “Oh well, we still get to see the dragons. So that's good.” E'kiel drew his knees to his chest and perched on the edge of his seat, watching with n intense gaze.
“Look at that...” He said with a slight gasp as two more dragonets ambled onto the sands. “Aren't they just so cute?” He said laughing a bit. That little black though, he was one to watch! The mottled green was too, she seemed to be a little spark. He reached for another sweet roll, but nibbled on this one as he watched.
You still look um, quite radiant! Perhaps we can get E'kiel to help. He is good at making sure there are no patches left. Aldebarath's tail swayed behind him as he looked over the little ones, spotting the black quickly. He was so mean! Was he like that when he was younger? Aldebatath hoped not! Oh he seems... uh... Upset.
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Ercuth looked to the ten and brown for a moment. Hello. The greeting was short but polite. She then turned her eyes back on the golden queen and her offspring below.
A small glance was given to Q'sis to gauge his expression at her arrival, but as usual it was neutral. Leaning forward she eyed the dragonets on the sands. The black was certainly interesting. He and one of his green sisters impressed and she clapped a bit. She didn't know either candidate, but the larger boy was a Candidate when she was and was left standing last hatching. Good for him.
Tasia followed the tan rider's glance to the junior weyrwoman. She smiled a bit. “Hm. I have heard Couineth is a rather difficult gold, but you would thing she might suggest to the gold she let us see the eggs. At least the dam isn't keeping the little ones from impressing.” Q'sis grin was met with one of her own and she laughed a bit. “That is true. That can be the only reason Ercuth chose me.” There was a definite affection to her voice. Despite the battles of wills and how much they fought, Tasia loved her dragon.
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Kila
Sr. Weyrleader
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Post by Kila on Sept 2, 2011 16:54:19 GMT -5
From the other side of the sands, a quick motion caught Shailen’s eye. Leaning forward so he could see all the girls, he identified Lyr as the one who had grabbed his attention. He brightened at the sight of her waving and returned it gaily (drunkenly). There was short time for such pleasantries, however, with eggs hatching every minute. When yet another hatchling slithered from under its mother’s wing, Shailen again looked to the Sands.
It was a black that emerged this time, Shailen noted at the same time as everyone else in the caverns. He grinned as the Green immediately jumped up and pranced over to him, examining her brother carefully. They have such distinct personalities. I never knew, he thought as he watched them. He was a bit alarmed when the Black snarled and the Green left, clearly rejecting him because of his temper. The Black seemed disdainful of everything around him. Was it safe to be on the Sands with such a creature?
The appearance of another Green on the Sands and the speedy battle that followed convinced Shailen that it was not safe. The poor Green! he thought with sympathy and alarm as she tangled with the Black, I hope she’s okay! But it was the first Green, the one with the forest hide, who saved the day. Shailen was relieved when they separated, looking guilty, and silently cheered for the forest Green. He watched intently as the brighter Green padded over to the girls and sniffed around for Hers. Would she choose someone he knew? But no, the little Green impressed to a girl that Shailen knew only by face. Still, he applauded as loud as he could, watching the two walk happily off the Sands. Suddenly he wanted that more than he ever had. How had he not before?
But Shailen was quite sure that he did not want the Black. He shrunk back in fear as the little creature bore down on the male candidates. Again, Shailen did not dare to breathe as the dragonet stalked among them. When the Black passed by him, Shailen felt a strange intrusion into his mind and let out a soft cry. The rude prod had definitely been from the Black. Even in the brief moment that they had been connected, Sahieln had felt him searching impatiently. And he had felt his contempt. A shiver running down his spine, Shailen stepped to the side and put a little more distance between himself and the Black. He had no reason to fear, it turned out, because the haughty dragonet soon settled at the feet of one of the other Candidates. Sebolaren. His name came easier than the others, though it occurred to him that since he had been chosen by a dragon that that was no longer his name.
Shailen felt a lot better once the Black and Green were off the Sands. He looked at the foresty Green and then at Couineth. He really wished she would move her wing now. Alive with anticipation, he was practically dying to see the next dragonett. How many were left hidden away under that memorizing golden wing anyway? Shailen knew he had heard the number of eggs in the clutch many times before, but in his excitement he could not seem to recall it. And the Green still on the Sands, when would she impress? What was she waiting for? Shailen was so caught up in all the excitement that he could barely stand it. Glowing and looking almost ethereal compared to his normal, reserved state, the Candidate boy waited eagery.
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Rii
Wingleader
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Post by Rii on Sept 2, 2011 17:18:14 GMT -5
Perched next to Prith, G'dan watched the goings-on with interest. This was only his second Hatching, and his distant ledge gave him a very different perspective on the whole thing. As the eggs cracked, he kept a mental tally. A pink, two greens, a black... and the black to Sebol? G'dan's eyebrows shot up. Not what he had expected. Given how openly caring and helpful his friend was, he was stunned that such a... stuck-up acting dragonet would find favor in him. Sebol was strong, and protective, and duty-fixed, self-sacrificing...
Perhaps he is the only one down there strong enough to handle the little black one,[/color] was Prith's input. Someone will need to teach him better. We will help, if asked.[/color]
G'dan could only nod, somewhat stunned, and lean back against Prith's soft yellow-green hide. Suddenly he was more grateful than ever that Prith had found him first.
Every new egg that cracked was a thrilling - and terrifying - possibility. Reylia was sure her heart raced faster with each new dragonet. She remembered now Pan's words about the hatchings - how different each baby was, interesting and sweet and new. They were certainly interesting and new! And cute, in their way - though maybe not all... sweet. Her eyes danced from one dragonet to the next. What struck her most was how vibrant their personalities were. When you looked at a person, they weren't so... obvious? Perhaps the better word was extreme, she decided. Clapping for the newly Impressed, she folded her hands between - and waited.
Who knew what was ahead?
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Post by simile on Sept 2, 2011 19:05:59 GMT -5
Xiora was, of course, late. How could she be late for her first hatching at Dalibor? How could she show one of the queens such disrespect! She was kicking herself as she ran to the hatching grounds, her white robe sloppy, her boots, not particularly comfortable. Her hair was a massive mess of tangled curls that she desperately dragged her fingers through, only causing it to frizz and create a bigger mess. Great. Wow everyone and the babies were going to see what a ridiculous mess she was! She bit her lip and stepped onto the sands anyways, he head down as she turned and bowed deeply in the clutchmother's direction and mumbling a quick appology before moving to stand at the back where she likely shoudl be after being so late to a hatching.
It was disgrace! Here she was! Fresh from Benden and making a fool of herself by being late to this hatching! Oh! She could kick herself right now! She almost hoped she would get mauled! She certainly deserved it now.
Already dragonets had hatched and Impressed... and some still wandered the sands while the rest of the eggs shook vigorously. She didn't realize that she was holding her breath. It just happened. Look... that one wandering... maybe... No. She looked at the eggs again. Maybe that egg. It was large. It had to hold something important. It may not be for her, but she would watch that one.
She finally took a breath, realizing she felt somewhat dizzy and light headed. She bit her lip again. There had to be... something. She supposed all she could do for now was... watch.
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Ruin
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Post by Ruin on Sept 2, 2011 20:49:01 GMT -5
Out from under his mother’s wing and onto the sands came an eggwet dragonet dark as the depths of between who seemed, at least from Sebolaren’s view, to radiate distemper like so many ornery beasts he’d worked with over the turns. It was not long before he was joined by the previously hatched Green who had been quietly burning time on the hot Sands until she Impressed; when the two met it was like oil on water—neither meshing well. The Black snarled in response to his curious sister, and she in turn cast him off as if no more than a dirty cloth: When a second Green struggled free of her mother she earned the Black’s attention in a way that demanded conflict, and the two coiled together like angry snakes, hissing and scrabbling and whirling like a storm-tossed sea. The darker sister, who had until now been rather quiet, was bustling her way over to them when Sebol turned away to seek out Daymar’s eyes—his room-mate seemed none-too-pleased at the squabble which was taking place.
Offering Daymar a gentle smile, hoping he would see in the events only a sibling’s rivalry, the ex-Herder spent only a few more breaths focused on the gangly man who half hid behind him. When satisfied that his room-mate was not likely to flee the Sands in a fit, Sebolaren returned his attentions forward, to the clutch, and his gaze happened over a small dark figure coiled at his feet. Sea-grey eyes of simple hue met those of faceted swirling complexity; for one moment he studied the flashes of orange and yellow as they seemed to whorl and caress the outlines of those compartments, and then his attentions were pulled away by the voice that filled his mind like none of the dragons before him had. It was a cold acceptance hinged on a value placed on his soul by the stormy Black—if he had expected loving warmth to touch him as Delilah had bespoken, he did not feel it. There was no happiness or even any feeling that he would describe as love: A predator had found him a fitting partner.
For one brief moment his lungs ceased to draw breath as that simple bond flowed from the dragonet at his feet into his mind; felt only in the cold irritated tone the new-born was using to address and judge those around him. Worthy. The word Sebolaren had waited to embrace for so many months, and yet the meaning of it was swept away as the riled Black snapped closed his flashing teeth and focused on the distant Green—pulling with that look the eyes of his future Rider, though the man received a world-twisting double image alongside the waves of sickly disgust that poured from the ebony mind. There was no vindication for the man the Black had chosen, it was obvious that the creature judged the world on his own terms—even as his heart filled with the bond he had been seeking, his mind sang logic: He was not worthy, this bond was different.
Finally the spell of Impression was broken, and he slowly crouched closer to the level of the damp dragonet who only barely crested his knees; the distance in his eyes faded as they refocused from the previous trance, and they grew more observant of the ever-drying flesh of his dragon. With one large hand he circled the black muzzle, thumb between those protective eyeridges as he met again those oranges and yellows with a firmness not diminished by bonding. You are not worthy of treating your sister so, Sicriath: You will both be tested. At those unspoken words the dragonet beneath his hand shifted in an attempt to break free the hand that held him and growl his displeasure, the whorls within the facets flared to greater speed as his bonded stared into the endless depths of irritated colours, but he would not bend.
As he had been taught by his Candidatemasters, he was quick to control his dragon, the firmness of his mind wrapping around the defiance of the Black and squeezing until the fluttering anger in those draconic eyes slowed and smoothed into a uniform orange. You have chosen me as yours, and because of this, you will hear my words and listen. A dragon's place in this world is based upon the value of a member to his kind. We will learn to be dragon and Rider together, and you will prove yourself by the strength of your back and the beat of your wings. These are your brothers, and sisters, and you will follow them into the skies to fight a threat greater than yourself. This is how you will treat them.. The slow sway of the Black’s tail, still limp from birth though it would stiffen soon, was the only movement made during the exchange. If not for the quiet storm raging against his firm mental grip, the ex-Herder—now Weyrling—might have assumed the dragonet was ignoring him much like a petulant child.
When you prove your mettle to me, and your Weyr, then perhaps you may judge so freely.
[/i] Releasing the dragonet’s muzzle, his large hands briefly passed across the slender form to flash across the wounds his sister had left in her passing, and then the newly-Impressed man stood, eyes following those two orange orbs as his dragon’s head swayed—an irritated contemplation of an ultimatum he was not yet ready to consider. Come, food, he stated simply, a caress against the outer edges of the annoyance Sicriath was sending out in lapping waves against the shore of his consciousness. Surprisingly, he found that it did not bother him; he had dealt with far too many ornery creatures to give in with an eggwet dragonet. Though he turned away and walked on to the Bowl, and the waiting food, he allowed himself the pleasure of following the new bond within his consciousness: When he felt, as if his own, the leading spar of the Black’s wing dragging along on the sand, he corrected the dragonet. A hiss was the only response the Blackweyrling received as the Black rustled his wings up against his slender body and hopped along behind the only man he’d found as his on the Sands. As the pair drew closer to the gathering, bowls, and those already Impressed, he could feel the dragon behind him poising as if a whip—the irritating storm that connected them stilled for one brief moment as the Black observed his sisters, and his orange eyes, though his bonded could not see them, spun anew into a blast of fierce colours. I will not eat with them, they are disg— The dragonet’s venomous voice was cut short by surprise as the man he had chosen met his irritation with a forceful wave of willpower that pitched him forward muzzle-first into the dusty mix of sand that spilled out between the Weyrling Barracks and the Hatching Grounds. You will speak no ill of your sisters—was it not bad enough that you openly attacked one of them in front of all those you will fly beside in the future? The Blackweyrling had turned and strode back to the collapsed form of the dragonet who had struggled free of the sands and was peering up at him with facetted eyes whirling a slurry of reds, oranges, and yellows—anger, confusion, and pain warring within his head as the mental words were ushered between their bond with a calm coolness that lapped patiently against his tumultuous emotions. Believe me, little one, you can be far better than yourself if you blend with me and learn not to fight me. Come, now. Though he had turned to walk away and leave the Black to follow, he was brought up short by the faintest mental caress even as a soft warble reached his ears; turning, he paused at the change in those searching eyes: Though they had not slowed, the angry colours had been shot through with uncertainty, and need. For all of his arrogance and intolerance, the dragonet was still yet new to the world, and in his heart spun an emotion he had not yet felt since being birthed onto the Sands—fear. The man he had chosen, the only one good enough, was displeased, and though the Black did not yet understand the implication of his confusion—or his want—the tiniest seed was planted within his irritable mind. He wanted to be a worthy dragon for this man of his. The Blackweyrling could not note this smallest change within a mind so new to his own, but his was a vested interest in change. The arrogance of his dragon, so contradictory to his own quiet ways, had given him a new worry. He was acutely aware of the branded markings on his flesh beneath the white of his robes, and now—with such a dragon by his side—he wondered if his long-ago worries had been right. Would they not all nod their heads with understand if they knew? A man such as he, so marked as vile, had bonded to a dragonet with a venomous personality. Perhaps they would say he had tainted the egg with his constant vigilance from the Stands. Still, at that moment, looking down on the Black, he saw only a child and it sparked warmth within him that had been lacking during Impression. Feeling that Sicriath flexed his slender frame back on the abnormally large haunches, which would one day launch him agilely skyward, and stretched his forepaws up at the tall man who had simultaneously leaned down to pluck him from the sand and fold him close to his warm chest. We will eat over there. The Black announced with a new-found sense of strength, only to find his demands summarily ignored as his bonded took him not to the furthest waiting person, but to the nearest newly made dragonpair. It had been a small victory in his Weyrling’s favor, but small victories were easily undone with such self-possessed creatures as this dragonet, and the newly-Impressed man would have none of it. Accepting a bowl of meat from the first offered source, the Blackweyrling went against the obvious wishes of his dragonet and sat himself down beside Adaline and the Green to whom she had Impressed. Sicriath, once in his lap, pushed against his chest as far from his offending sibling as he could manage, eyes whirling angrily. Frustrated, and becoming furious, the Black opened his mouth to hiss at the Green, but found his jaws suddenly full of meat as his Weyrling forced a chunk between those sharp baby teeth: Given no other option, Sicriath worried over the meat torn between his incredible hunger and his absolute disgust. She even smells terrible, she ruins everything, can you not see how she moves. Take me away. The angry tumble of words flooded through their bond laced with agitation and bloodthirst—though in the literal sense of the word as the Black finished his first small chunk and quested, not for his sister, but for a second. You will apologize to her. Though he did his best not to laugh as the dragonet half choked on his chunk of meat in surprise to his bonded’s words, all too late the man realized the mirth would cross between them easily, only infuriating the tiny newborn further. She probably doesn’t remember—stupid. I could not speak to her—I will not. You will.[/i] This time the firm press of his inner calm pushed away the waves of lapping irritation and turned them away until he could again caress that inner prism of arrogance. Calmed, but not soothed, the Black turned his eyes on his Green sister: Flat orange and only broken by brief streaks of red, the dragonet’s words to his sister were forced—but they were said. Even as the Black found his words, his bonded was again studying the pricks left in his hide from the Green's talons, and carefully separating chunks of meat into smaller bites for his bonded. I am sorry you are Green[/i]. Sicriath, the forceful mental rebuke made the Black hiss sullenly around his newest chunk of meat, and he tried again to appease his chosen man. I should not have growled at you he sent to her quietly, though he soon followed it up privately to his bonded though I wouldn’t have if she weren’t so…little. Understanding the meaning, but choosing instead to remark on the obvious, the Blackweyrling’s only reply was you are littler[/blockquote][/size]
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Cathaline
Lady Holder
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Post by Cathaline on Sept 2, 2011 21:33:12 GMT -5
Daymar really, really wished that Couineth wasn't so determined to hide the eggs. Anything could be happening under there. Surely she'd move if some kind of slaughter took place - but then she would give the raging dragonets free access to the Candidates, so perhaps the fact that the poor little things had to squirm and writhe their way out of their dam's protective custody was a good thing.
Perhaps. A lot of perhapses, right now. Perhaps he'd Impress, perhaps Sebol would, perhaps dragons would die, perhaps Candidates would die, perhaps the entire hatching cavern would burn down with all of them inside; the possibilities raged in Daymar's mind, each worse than the last, almost drowning out the one constant thought, quiet and hardly dared even in the privacy of his own head: I really want to Impress.
And he did. Despite the new terrors that dragonriding might bring...this was what he'd chosen, and what he wanted.
Of course, that didn't prevent him from reacting to each dragonet with paranoia. Why was that green rolling around in the sand? Why had that pink tried to fly and fallen over? He stiffened when the pink came over to the boys, but she didn't even spare him a glance; he offered Sh'ale a small smile even though they weren't acquainted, though with the brilliance of Impression, he doubted the new weyrling would notice.
As soon as they were clear of the area, his eyes snapped front again, and he peeked out from behind Sebol. Oh, great, now the green and a black were being aggressive at each other, and Daymar was positive that at any moment, blood or ichor would be spilled on the sand. And this time he was right - though it was the appearance of a brighter green that heralded an actual physical fight. He gave a horrified squeak, but it was over soon enough; surprisingly, broken up by the weird forest green hatchling. The tempestuous lime green wandered off to the females to Impress, but Daymar had no time to watch who she chose, because the black headed this way, and he tensed. Even more so when the black's light scrutiny managed to fall on him.
But it was only a moment's uncomfortable, judgmental touch before the black found His. Sebol. They seemed to talk for an age, utterly and bizarrely silent, and then they were gone, the tall Ruathan and his tiny lifemate. And Daymar was suddenly quite alone.
He glanced around; obviously he knew almost all of the male Candidates, through shared chores and living space, but most of them only by name. His eyes briefly fell on Lexony, but there was no comfort there.
Feeling exposed was one of Daymar's greatest fears, and his eyes finally skated over to the girls. He had no idea who had Impressed that green; not anyone he really knew. But his sister was still there, and for an instant, he considered breaking every rule and tradition and going to stand with her, among the women. But Couineth might take offense and split him open; the dragonets might do the same, and so far he was entirely uncomfortable with the entire hatching. Too much weirdness, too much aggression, and they were only four dragonets into a clutch of fifteen; either of the larger eggs he'd heard about might contain a volatile red. Any secrets could be lurking beneath the gold's wing.
And all he could do was stand ready to meet whatever came at him.
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Delilah watched the fight with bated breath, but fortunately the wounds did not appear too dire; she would not even have bothered to interfere, not being a dragonhealer, save for who the little black Impressed. Sebol. He had his dragon; not the dragon she'd expected for him, but a dragon nevertheless.
So she quickly slipped over to them once they'd settled in with the meat and asked softly, "Do you need any healing assistance? Congratulations, my friend."
Agnith could barely contain herself, and once Sicriath had eaten his first few mouthfuls, she sang out to him, Hello! I'm Agnith, and that is my Delilah! We are all going to be the very BEST of friends because, uh, because we're already friends![/i]
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Saia beamed at Sh'ale when he Impressed; she didn't really know Adaline, but as soon as she realised what had happened over in the boys' group, she gave a little squeal and clapped her hands. Hurray for Sebol! However, she quickly schooled herself into stillness to avoid drawing the ire of the queen - or any of her children, though at the moment it was just the fussy green. What a cute green.
Nudging Reylia in the ribs, she nodded over to the girl's brother, pale and frozen as a snowman. "Let's smile at Daymar," she whispered, but he'd already glanced at them and looked away, eyes fixed on the dragonet - and the place her siblings would come from.
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Atenna, for her part, had to admit to Tedaon, "Don't know that boy," when Sh'ale Impressed. However, she gave a little laugh and pointed out Adaline when she realised who the lime green had chosen. "I know her! Well, I don't really know her - she's not a talkative young lady. But we were together in the stables just today and we walked over together and - oh! That's Sebolaren! He Impressed!" Her cheer made it quite obvious that she knew the young man more than just a little.
However, she was not oblivious to Tedaon's distress, and as she turned toward him, she caught sight of flaming hair elsewhere in the stands and waved to Tieler. Then she focused her attention on the healer. "You okay?"
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Samara also scrutinised the Candidates, smiling a bit; they had every right to be nervous, considering the mauling that could happen and the fact that their entire lives would change if they Impressed. Yet she looked with most favour on those who stood tall and didn't fidget, meeting their future with aplomb. "It is very small, compared to the last," she agreed. "Hopefully there are enough worthy Candidates for the little ones to choose from." She hated to see them between, whether from injury or loneliness; it was even more miserable than the queens' crying over dud eggs. Hopefully there would be none of those, either.
In the last moments before the hatching proper began, she turned her attention to her husband's words and the coming Gather. "Indeed," she agreed. "I will see that Fajra knows, but I would not like to lay it all on her shoulders, with all she has to deal with; perhaps when we congratulate Rayna on the hatching, we can inform her as well. The news will spread quickly. Do you think the weyrlings will be allowed to attend?"
However, such plans faded into the background when the first dragonet wriggled out from under her mother's wing. Apparently Couineth had no intention of laying her clutch bare to the world, because three more followed soon enough in the same manner. There was a minor brawl, but no serious injury, so far as Samara could tell; three of them Impressed, but though she offered polite applause, her eyes remained on that first green. She hadn't even gone over to the Candidates yet; what was she waiting for? Could she sense that none of them were Hers and it was only a matter of time until her death? Generally hunger drove them to Impression fairly quickly.
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Post by purnip on Sept 2, 2011 22:09:53 GMT -5
The violence on the Sands struck a foul chord in Ridley's heart--and just as he was beginning to settle down, no less! The new Green that emerged from the darkness would not stand for her brother's attitude, and in the time it took to press a button, the siblings were upon one another with claws swiping and teeth gnashing.
Why couldn't this proceed without incident for a change? Did everything result in bloodshed? The boy was not opposed to warring souls and their desire for change or respect, but if his own safety was threatened by it, he couldn't be clearer with his objections. Close enough to care, Ridley fidgeted slightly and took a step back in case the two brought their scrap his way. Cut short by their older sister however, the brighter Green and pitch Black siblings settled their differences peacefully. They blew each other off and went their separate ways.
The bright green dragon made her way to the females, with a little coercion on her sister's part. Good, good. The further away from him, the better; he didn't need to be paired with something that bore such a short fuse. The Black however, would be choosing something of an opposite gender. That was when Ridley really began to wriggle, casting cautious glances at the young brute.
He nearly missed Adaline's Impression right then and there, due to his being preoccupied, but the clapping informed him that one of the three hatchlings made her final decision. He glanced across the Sands just soon enough to see the contrary woman walk away with the sassy young Green. Well, good for her! Ridley tried congratulating her too, but the best that came of him was a couple of nearly inaudible claps. He didn't want to get the Black's attention in case that temper of his settled on him.
Speaking of, the dark creature did settle upon someone else he knew, only the flash of sharp tooth and nail was absent from their exchange. Sebolaren! It looks like that Black chose him! "Huh! Congratulations!" he pipped up, both relieved for himself and happy for his acquaintance. "He's um, he's sleek and um...nevermind just--great going mate. The best to you both." He gave the two a mock salute, not that they'd notice. Bitter wanted to add that it was about time the second one of those dreadful creatures Impressed and he couldn't wait for this miserable ordeal to wrap up so he could simmer in the lake again. Instead, all that came out of him was a murmur of displeasure. Ridley resisted the urge to tap the pillie on his shoulder, hoping none of the boys around him overheard. He cleared his own throat just in case, so he could pretend the noise came from himself. "Mmm...wonder what else's in store for us?"
{Short post is short. Belly is in hurt.}
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Sakoru
Drudge
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Post by Sakoru on Sept 2, 2011 22:25:50 GMT -5
Xiro had just, just been opening the jar of oil when Tigreath began to hum. He glanced at her for a moment, wide-eyed, recognizing the sound not as an indication of contentment, but one of an imminent Hatching. Well, oiling would have to wait until later, and the trader would have remarked on this if Sebol hadn't already been gone when he turned around. His own journey to the Sands was considerably less dramatic, and once there, Xiro'el perched on one of the dragonledges next to his cyan, leaning casually against her shoulder. From here he could see everything (as much as could be seen with Couineth's wing sheltering the clutch from view), and the trader watched as the first dragonet appeared. Green, but with siblings quick to follow her. And Sigard, too -- the blue popped into existence above the cyanweyrling's head and settled on his shoulder. Apparently he'd taken his time getting here, but once he arrived so did Avsiran, cuddling up to his paler brother with an affectionate croon that the flits' bonded ignored.
That one looks grumpy. Tigreath tilted her head, watching curiously as the black dragonet picked a fight with his sister. Xiro grinned, and patted her leg affectionately, responding with a wave of affirmation. Yes, the black was grumpy, wasn't he? So was the green. Both appeared to have wretched tempers, and both Impressed. The trader did not care much about the green, since he didn't know her rider... but he definitely knew Sebol. Knew him, and hoped that that black wasn't nearly as moody as he appeared to be, because that would certainly bring trouble. Let's go down.
Always open to suggestion and particularly so when it involved her friends, the cyan released a joyful warble and extended a foreleg for her human. A few swift movements had Xiro perched on her neck, as excited as ever to be (legally) aboard his dragon, and then both were swooping down to land outside the Sands. Tigreath wasn't the most graceful lander and she staggered, nearly smacking her nose into the ground and jarring her rider. Not bothered in the slightest, the trader pulled himself free of the straps and leapt to the ground, heading straight for Sebol. Anyone in his way could look out -- except maybe Delilah, whom he dodged around and halted next to. A quick scan of the scene before him revealed the black dragonet nestled against his best friend's chest -- and the creature's obvious ill temper. Orange eyes were difficult to misread, and while Xiro was certainly glad that Sebol had Impressed, he wasn't sure what this hatchling was going to be like. Certainly he hadn't expected a black for his blood brother. Not that he knew what he had expected, having never really thought about it in any certain terms.
"Hey, Sebol. 'Grats on Impression." The trader offered a broad grin to the giant, and then glanced to the black again, one brow quirking ever so slightly. "What's his name? By the way, hi, Delilah." The healer hardly looked on him with favour, but saying a friendly hello never hurt anyone. At least, that was true in theory -- maybe not so much in practice.
As enthusiastic as her bonded, Tigreath bounded over to the gathering and slammed on the brakes, skidding to a halt to look over her human's head and lick his hair affectionately before chirping at the tiny black. You're small! Bet you aren't dangerous. You'll never be as dangerous as me. Nobody's as dangerous as me, 'cause I'm Tigreath and I'm the best. This is my Xiro'el! He is brave. Tallperson is brave too -- but not as brave as Mine. She paused a moment, eyeing the blackpair, and then lowered her muzzle to investigate the bucket of meat. Theft might have been imminent if Hers hadn't laughingly made her lift her head again, at which Tigreath snorted, but her eyes whirled brilliant shades of blue and green. Hers' Tallperson had a dragon now!
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Post by RhiaBlack on Sept 3, 2011 12:30:35 GMT -5
Yva's gaze settled to Couineth with a quiet sense of admiration. The Gold was gorgeous, and the funniest thing was she knew it. It drew a look of slight amusement from the Candidate, and though she could feel her brother's eyes on her, she didn't turn to look. They had been taught a strict set of rules for conduct on the Sands, and talking wasn't one of them. Her attention lingered on each Dragonet as they appeared, and she inhaled softly.
Part of her was grateful for the heat - it was a welcome relief from all the cold just outside the corridor - but mostly she was grateful that whomever had decided the attire every Candidate would wear, had decided on something practical. Even if the sand did get in under her toes. She didn't mind.
She applauded with the others as several of her fellow Candidates Impressed, but was otherwise content to be quiet and reserved. Couineth and Hers had enough to handle, without unruly Candidates on top of that.
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Zeke swept into the Sands aboard Bai, alighting onto the ledge with a gaze downwards.
Looks like we're just'n time, Bai. We are late, Mine. Don't be foolish. Bah, late. We're never late. Ever'body else? Jus' early.
He shot the big Iron a grin, and if a dragon could roll his eyes, the King would have. Z'dyn settled into the stands, as Bai remained on the ledge he'd landed on - content to observe but not be bothered.
Your clutch is as lovely as you are this evening, Couineth. You should show them off. No other will have as lovely a clutch, will they? You should be proud of what you have made. Show them that there is no other better than yours, m'lady.
Z raised a brow, glancing up at his bonded in a curious expression. Bai merely flashed him a toothy draconic grin, before tucking his wings in against his hide, and laying down on the ledge he occupied. ******************************** Nel wasn't inclined to attend Hatchings - not after what had happened at the one he'd accrued Sintharith from. But the Black wasn't prone to ignoring this one, not with Threadfall so close. And especially the fact they were new to this Weyr notwithstanding. He had forced Nel to come with him, and as the Black swept into the Sands shortly behind the Ironweyrling and his King, both landed close to the benches by the retaining wall. Sin settled into place, and Nel wasn't inclined to stray far from his side. The Black tucked his wings back, but his tail was curled protectively around N'tharon's frame, as the Smith settled into a place on the bench.
A very nice clutch, Mine. Don't know, can't see them for her wing being over them. Some women are very protective of their young, Mine. Women are strange. You speak to one who knows more than you suspect.
N'tharon snorted, shaking his head as he crossed his arms and leaned into Sin's side.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Sept 3, 2011 19:44:29 GMT -5
There was a late arrival. Now that was the height of self-centeredness. The golden Queen hissed sharply in the Candidate's direction, her tail lashing in the Sand. She bared her fangs in the Candidate's direction, eyes whirling with sharp crimson. The other Candidates might only be there for the sharding eggs, but to have the gall to show up late for her eggs? That angered Couineth. Her claws flexed as she glowered in the Candidate's direction, anger evident in both her fiercely crimson gaze and her twitching tail. As a whole, Couineth was unimpressed by the late arrival. She would have lashed out at the Candidate, but the gold decided that if the Candidate was late, she wasn't worthy of her Couineth's attention. Instead, Couineth simply snarled and returned her attention to her eggs, shifting her wing slightly. Maintaining that position was starting to hurt, but Couineth was fiercely proud and she wasn't going to move her wing.
Pleased by the fact that both of the fighting dragonets had Impressed, the forest green glanced around at the Candidates. She knew that Hers was out there, and that mostly negated her basic drive to Impress. The green dragonet was in no hurry, not yet at least. Hers was out there and Hers wasn't going to go anywhere any time soon, so the green wasn't too bothered by the thought of Impression. She was still waiting. The black hadn't been what she was looking for, so the green would wait a bit longer yet. Hers could wait for a bit longer, the green decided and flicked her tail in the air.
Beneath Couineth's wing, the dark brown egg was rocking back forth, like so many of the eggs that were shielded from view. It had been rocking slowly and steadily for some time now, but suddenly its rocking redoubled in speed and urgency and finally cracked open to reveal a small dragonet. The creature moved swiftly towards the outside world, leaving the semi-darkness of the space that the eggs were contained in smoothly. Nothing would stop that dragonet from leaving that space. Well, nothing would stop the dragonet from doing what she wanted to do - and the dragonet was definitely a she, as her cyan hide made very clear. She was mostly a darker cyan, but her neck stomach and wings had smudged lighter markings that looked almost like smoke.
The green crooned a greeting to her sibling, and the cyan simply snorted softly and turned away. Unlike her pink sister, the cyan was well and truly cold. She cared about very few, and that green certainly wasn't one of them.
Unfortunately for the green, she chose to push it. The green wasn't too impressed by being ignored for the second time in her short life, after all, so the forest green snorted irritably and stalked after her sister and growled irritably in the cyan's direction. She didn't require attention all of the time, but being ignored again was rather irritating, the green figured, and she definitely didn't appreciate it.
The irritated noise on the green's part had the cyan whirling around angrily, sharp reds and oranges dominating her gaze. She was swift to get angry, it seemed, and the green being irritated with her had set her off. It was evident in the angry colors in her eyes and in the fact that the cyan seemed to be readying herself to fight, flexing her claws in the hot sands beneath her feet as she hissed in the green's direction. The cyan took only a moment to launch herself in the green's direction, her small claws pointed at the green's hide.
Though the green certainly hated fighting, her reaction to the cyan launching her form at the green was instant. The green snarled, and even as the cyan bowled her over, sharp claws pricking at the green's hide and drawing ichor, the green was lashing back, her own claws breaking the cyan's hide. The green might hate fighting, but that didn't mean that she was incapable of it. The green could and would fight if she had too, and this was one of those moments in which she decided that she did actually have to.
It was a short lived spat, however. The cyan disentangled herself from the green almost immediately, snorting irritably and turning away from the green once more and stalking straight towards the Candidates. She was heading straight for the girls, strong and sure as she made her way along. There were small streams of ichor trailing from the various places where the green's claws had torn her hide, but the cyan mostly ignored it. She wasn't too bothered by the pain, and was instead fiercely determined to find Hers. Her driven personality was clear in that moment. The cyan wasn't going to allow anything to come between herself and Hers, not even that rather obnoxious green who had irritated the cyan.
It didn't take long for the cyan to find Hers. The cold dragonet settled down calmly at Traepsie's feet, head tilted slightly to the side. Hello, Traepsie. [/i] The cyan spoke with a cool, calm voice, Your Retiath is here now and rather irritated with that foolish green.[/i] Her words were well articulated, especially for such a young dragonet, who had barely seen the light of day, I am ravenous. You should take me to the food.[/i] The small cyan dragonet's tail flicked slightly as she stared upwards at Hers. The light purple egg, the one that was fairly large but not exactly massive was rocking fiercely. The dragonet within it was eager to get out of the cramped space that had contained it for so long, and within moments the dragonet within had split the egg apart into jagged pieces, letting the dragonet sprawl onto the warm Sands. The dragonet blinked for a moment, looking about and tried to figure why everything was so dim. It took the dragonet a moment to understand that its clutchmother was hiding it from the world with her large wing, but the moment that the dragonet figured out what was going on, he set about making his way out from beneath Couineth's wing. The dragonet revealed his color to be a fairly pleasant, if rather light shade of blue. His head, neck, legs and stomach were marbled with a lighter and a darker shade of blue, and as a whole, he was a mostly nice looking average sized blue. The forest green immediately zeroed in on the blue and padded up towards him, looking the blue up and down. The blue lifted his head, looking pleased by the scrutiny - he did deserve it, after all. He was a king! Perhaps he wasn't a king in the sense that he wasn't an Iron or a Bronze, but the blue was a distinctly regal draognet, despite his young age. He tilted his chin upwards and flicked his tail happily in the air, pleased by the green's attentions. The green snorted, shaking her head slightly. He wasn't what she was looking for either. Maybe she should go find Hers already, the green thought as she turned away from the blue dragonet, looking distinctly unimpressed by her clutchsibling and meandered for the first time towards the Candidates. Like her cyan clutchsibling before her, the green headed unerringly towards the females. She knew Hers was a female. The green wasn't sure which of the females was Hers, but the green knew that Hers was a female. She paused before Lyr, head tilted slightly to the side, but after a moment, the green moved on. Lyr wasn't what she was looking for, not at all. After that, the green moved swiftly along. She noted the occasional interesting seeming girl, but once the green reached the end of them, she paused and flicked her tail before circling back, making her way back along the line of female Candidates. At last, the green stopped and glanced up. Ah, AlleleMine, there you are. Your Torvith was looking for you.[/i] She snorted softly, Once I have eaten, I would like to get clean.[/i] She did hate being dirty, after all. But food was the most important thing, now that she had Impressed, leaving the blue alone on the Sands. Alone on the Sands, the blue huffed as the green wandered away from him. What was with that? He was obviously pretty amazing and a King in his own right, so why was the green leaving? The blue snorted to himself. Well, if she couldn't appreciate how amazing he was, he'd find someone who would! Besides which, the blue knew very well that he'd have to Impress. There wasn't anything that he could do about it, unless he wanted to die. The blue wasn't too bothered by death, in all honesty, but that didn't mean that he actively wanted to die. Death was a part of life, but as his life had barely begun. So yes, the blue needed to pick a Candidate. At that thought, the blue began to make his way along towards the males, head still lifted proudly. He hesitated before Lexony, looking the male Candidate up and down before he moved on. Lexony was interesting, but he was not what the blue was looking for. With a flick of his tail, the blue was on his way again, making his way up the line of male Candidates. He had gone through almost all of the Candidates before he stopped quite suddenly before one of them in particular. Had he found His? It took the blue a moment to decide that yes, indeed he had. The blue hummed to himself, pleased with himself for having been able to find His. Hello, R'linMine.[/i] His voice was lofty, like he figured that a king's ought to be, I am Cobeath.[/i] With that, he waited expectantly for His to take him to get food. He didn't think that he'd have to specify that he wanted food. Couineth had mostly been tuning the visitors out. However, when one of them, an Iron that wasn't Detritath, bespoke her, Couineth's head jerked up and she hissed irritably, red swirling into her gaze as her claws flexed into the sands. Did he really think that she was going to listen to an obviously self-centered dragon? He was obviously just here to see the eggs! They were all so self-centered! They should all be paying attention to her! She was more amazing than all of them put together! Couineth hissed irritably again, tail flicking like an agitated cat's on the Sands. Relax, Couineth.[/i] They're all so self-centered![/i] Relax.[/i] Rayna snapped mentally, and with a reluctant noise, Couineth subsided. She didn't deign to answer the Iron, however, and Rayna sighed slightly, shaking her head fondly. She did love her gold, no matter how childish the dragoness was. Still, Couineth was quite the handful.[/size][/blockquote]
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