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Post by simile on Sept 9, 2011 17:09:09 GMT -5
If yesterday was here I, I could turn and face all my fears When tomorrow calls my name I, I won't be afraid
These dragonets... What was it with them. They were so... so... So conceited. That had to be the word. They seemed so vain, so full of themselves. It reminded her of some of her fellow weyrbrats from Benden.
But, though she would never admit it, the truth of the matter, was she was just as vain as they were. The girl who, even now, smoothed and brushed down her hair, held her head up, her chin with a slight tilt and watched everything with almond-shaped eyes that were less than wide with amazement.... Well... they were. When Couineth started to become upset.
Brats... Weyrbrats...
The hatching wound on around her, the sands hot under her feet. It had been so long since her first hatching... 6 Turns ago. 6 Turns of standing and not being chosen. It was a tiring cycle. And here she was again. Hot sand, standing before a clutch of good size. Surely this would be it. Surely, Benden's sands would give her a dragon worthwhile today. Surely... Surely she would Impress at least. Even if it wasn't a queen or sub-queen... As long as it was something that she could use to make something just, something of herself.
Use. See. There was that arrogance again - using. Using her life partner. She thought not. It wasn't right to use anyone. Especially someone who loved you so unconditionally.
Change my name, I'm asking you To take my fame, and wash it away I'm on my knees, waiting for you To take my vanity, my vanity
She looked towards the male Candidates. Already, some she had known had Impressed. She felt slightly stung. How could his dragon find him before hers found her? She had been standing for three more Turns than he had. He was 15 turns old. She was 18 turns. She felt an anger in her. How could it be?! She looked back to the eggs, tears budding at her eyes. No. That was wrong. She should be happy for someone who might as well have been her brother for much of her life. He was a good boy. He would be a good rider.
Weyrbrats... Brats...
"Xiora!" The yell was not uncommon to her. She had heard it practically since the day she had been born. Always in trouble. Always. For forgetting something. For being mean to someone. For pushing, shoving. Getting her way. It never came without some kind of backlash. She turned around, her face, having a rather nasty scrape on it, looked up at the form of her babysitter for the day with defiance, her lip jutting out. She really meant business today. She sighed. "Yes, Saamiina," she said, her tone very much implying that there was really no reason why she should even be bothered by the woman or whatever it was that she seemed to think that she had done.
Saamiina frowned, behind her was the form of another weyrbrat. The one who had pushed her and caused the scrape on her face. She frowned at the black haired girl. She thought she was so much better than Xiora. Yeah right! And Xiora had shown her that, as seen by the already forming bruise on her cheek.
Brats...Weyrbrats...Brats...
As the joke goes on, oh I realize that you, you see through me And though I try to make believe, I cannot hide, my identity
How these dragonets made her think of her friend. They had started off as horrible enemies. That black haired girl, Annaea... Well. She was, as it turned out, probably one of the nicest and sweetest people when she grew up. It was strange, how friends became enemies. It was a factor in life. Or so, she had come to see. She and Annaea clashed as they grew, but she was probably the one person she really missed at Benden. The one person who stuck in her mind and told her what was hat when she was being vain or full of herself. Hmm... In a way, it was freeing... but in others.
Well, anyways, that was what these dragonets seemed to be. The arrogant brats she grew up with, and if she was being honest, that she was... And had been for a long time.
Change my name, I'm asking you To take my fame, and wash it away I'm on my knees, waiting for you To take my vanity, my vanity
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Post by Gray on Sept 9, 2011 17:39:11 GMT -5
Being a candidate was hard. The anxiety she felt made her heart ache a bit. She also, as hard as it was to admit, as losing hope. Ah well. At least she could devote herself to caring for Kida. Maybe she would take her weaving more seriously and work on that. She could be a good wife, and a good mother. Yea. She knew she was quite close to aging out. Gazing at Couineth for a moment she gave a curt nod. She was fine not impressing.
With that acceptance, she shuffled back a bit allowing other candidates to look more prominent. She was sure they would all be great dragonriders. Her? Well, she didn't have much confidence when it came to that. She was far to soft for that, even with the work of a candidate trimming off some of her fat she knew she wasn't really made for this.
When a small pink body popped up from under Couineth's wing, Lyr looked at her for a split second before looking at the candidates. Ah, another pink. Who would this one choose? She let her eyes wander over the boys and girls she could see. She suddenly stopped on Shailen. Oh, if she was a sweet little thing, and she looked like she was, she might be perfect for him! Lyr had some affection for the boy and hoped he was matched up well.
Ah, it was not meant to be. As the pink turned to the girls, Lyr continued to ponder. She was interesting. Perhaps not as patterned as some of her siblings but the light hide coupled with her few darker markings was appealing. Frowning a bit, Lyr noticed she didn't really know any of the other girls on the sands. Fizzlesticks. One by one the pink made her way down the line. Each girl that was passed, Lyr ticked them off in her mind. Ah well, theirs would come. She knew that. Crossing her hands behind her back, her wrists crossed, Lyr awaited the slight brush and passing she had become so used to now.
LyrMine, I am Zabelith and I have arrived at last. I apologize for the delay, Mine. I was simply a bit distracted,
Lyr froze.
I am a touch hungry right now. Perhaps you could procure food? There was a soft, distant tone to the words that filled her head and the way they were 'spoke' was polite and prim. She didn't notice any of it. Lyr simply stood stock still. Her breath was shallow and she could feel a slight prickle around her eyes. Sinking to her knees she wrapped her arms around Zabelith's neck and let out a soft sob. “Oh of course I can!” Despite the tears that coursed down the pink's neck now, there was no mistaking the joy in Lyr's voice. Oh Lyr, there is no need to cry. We will go off and find beautiful people and objects. I am sure you know of some that I would enjoy seeing.
“You're right. There are many lovely things I can show you.” She choked back another happy sob. Carefully she picked up the dragonet and nestled her close to her chest. “But first I think we should show you how lovely a full stomach can be.” She smiled to Shailen and waved, hearing small bits of his happy cry. A smile was given to her daughter in the stands as well. Today was perfect. With Zabelith cradled in her arms she walked off the sands to join those whom had also Impressed.
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Kida leaned over a bit and let her hands hang over the edges of the stands. So many pretties! Quintin had moved from her bucket to sit happily on the girl's shoulders, purring like any content feline. Reaching up, she absentmindedly petted the pillie. Her eyes focused on the new pink, a pretty little thing in her own right. Though she looked a bit dazey in Kida's eyes. “Silly d'agon silly.” She sang softly. Satin took this moment to crawl up next to her and butt her away from the edge with her head. The copper was always mindful of watching smallthing, no matter the fact that she was getting bigger by the season.
With a slight harrumph Kida stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine fine 'Tin.” She put up a rough front, but she would always listen to the copper. Kida knew Sequin always kept her safe. But any thoughts of safety left her mind quickly when she saw what was happening. Rushing over the to the edge again, she knocked against Satin making the copper creel for a moment. “Is she hurt?” she asked all aghast seeing her mother drop to her knees. Both flitters took the worry in her voice at face value and flew up quickly to see Lyr on the sands. Red whirled in Satin's eyes and Kidanyr had to grab her tail to stop her from going off on the pink. “Wait.” Lyr was standing now holding the pink. Kida lit up and squealed loudly, most likely deafening those near her for a moment. “Momma 'Pressed! Momma 'Pressed!” She cheered and did a little dance, the gray pillie on her shoulder holding on for dear life as her charge bounced around.
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She watched the activity on the sands with slight boredom. It was less exciting if you didn't know any one on the sands, and you yourself were not on it. Told you. Ercuth sniffed up above and turned to look at the small ones on the sands.
Tasia simply brushed the dragon off with a shrug. “Yes Q'sis, explode. You know? Boom!” She pantomimed an explosion complete with wiggling fingers and soft cries of despair. Surely, he would not be amused. Tasia had found Q'sis to be someone who didn't laugh much. At least not in her company. But then again, neither was she. Lifting her head a bit she followed the movement of the pink.
“It might. Or we might do just as well as the men. I'm sure there will be those on both sides who panic and run off. But I'm sure some of us ladies will 'Man Up' as the saying goes.” She shrugged a bit. “Hey, I made some young man very happy by becoming a dragonrider. I would have made a terrible wife. Ercuth did a world of good in choosing me!”
Eyes narrowed as she looked at the pink and whom she had chose. “Ah.. Lyr. I know her a bit. She's kind, sweet, and easily manipulated. I'm surprised a dragon found her worthy really. I guess there is no accounting for taste. Her daughter will be fine. She is part of a creche, like many other weyr children whose parents have no time for them. The girl also has a slew of pets from what I've seen, that keep an eye on her when her mother isn't around. If she dies, the girl might not become a dragonrider when she too is old enough to stand.” Tasia had little care or interest in children. The girl would have to grow up some time.
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Taking another bite of a roasted wherry leg, E'kiel bounced a bit in place. “They really are so exciting! Can you imagine being a parent and watching your children? I bet it's one of the most heartwarming experiences.” He laughed a bit and took another bite, chewing it quickly before swallowing. “They all have such spunk, don't you think? A lot of the times they get in little tumbles and they prance around. It's cute.” He trailed off watching the pink a bit. Then he bolted up. “Oh look! She chose Momma Lyr! Oh how nice and good!!”
Careful? Well, sometimes! But other times he rushes in and gets himself all hurt. Not bad. But I worry. I worry a lot. I think C'ian is good though. He is happy and he makes Mine happy. Games can be fun... sometimes. I think they should have uh, like, a lot of fun while they can, you know?
Aldebarath was worried. Thread was coming. Something inside him told him that soon they would fly and fight. That made him nervous and uncomfortable. He didn't want E'kiel to be hurt. He didn't want him to die. No. Aldebarath just wished the thread would go away on it's own.
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Post by purnip on Sept 9, 2011 18:45:44 GMT -5
Something wasn't sitting right in R'ley's stomach once the pair joined the other bonded folks. The Impression euphoria was gone, which was something he began to miss terribly, and his anxiety levels hadn't dropped as expected. No longer in danger's way, and yet he still felt stressed beyond reasoning. Why was that? He kept glancing down at Sicasth, who skipped sloppily along on airy feet, greeting all her clutchsiblings as she passed them and never ceasing to hum. She was in a stellar mood. She was having one heck of a time! Was she on to something, perhaps? Or was it in her nature to simply remain so...bubbly?
It didn't take the boy very long to sort himself out. He never planned this far ahead. That was it. He was the sort of person who lived from day to day, without thinking much of the future. Impression never penetrated his thoughts. He knew what he was chosen for, but he never expected to succeed. And did he really? The dragon at his side was not loathed by her human, nor could she ever be loved as much as she deserved to be. R'ley could only take the Pink at face value for now. She was as bright as the star that lit the skies above, but she would never leave his side. As much as the boy craved attention, he appreciated privacy as well as the next guy. It only dawned on him now how little he knew about actually raising a dragon. They didn't teach those sorts of things to him yet! What was he supposed to do? How much should he feed her? When should she sleep? He wasn't even good at taking care of himself; how would he manage for Sicasth's sake?
At least he was worried about someone other than his own damn self for a change, though it came full circle when he realized it had much to do with the guilt he'd feel if he failed. Sicasth was no longer going to stand by and let these self-absorbed thoughts plague her human's mind. R'ley! MineR'ley! We're almost there! Come on, or I'll beat you to it! Sicasth slapped the boy on the calf with her tail before she charged towards the buckets.
"Wait! Wait for me!"
R'ley kicked himself into gear, not fond of following a clumsy newborn on this kind of terrain. Sicasth threw herself right next to Tercath and chirped a kindly Hello! Her human was just a few feet behind and slowing. R'ley recognized Adaline immediately, glancing between herself and the Green that left the Sands with her earlier. Now that made him smile. Even if he had a bit of trouble trusting this person, familiar faces always brought him out of the dark. "Hello again! Look at you! Green, eh? Is that a good color?" 'Good' in R'ley's thesaurus meant 'peaceful'. Having seen a couple of fights on the Sands, and having clearly forgotten that Tercath was involved in one of them, he wasn't sure which colors were more prone to violence.
So you're my older sister? That's okay--I still love you! Heeeey, what are you eating? It smells good! Hey mine, can I have some of that? My belly really wants it! Sicasth glanced over a wing with bright, brilliant green eyes that begged for her first meal just as much as her actual begging.
"Um...right! Meal time, meal time, meal time..." R'ley moved toward the same bucket Adaline was picking meat from and started to pick at it with cautious, trembling hands. He didn't like the feel of raw meat on his skin. It was so...cold, clammy, and it made his fingers bloody. Sicasth wandered to his side and watched him for a moment, eager as ever. If only she had known where it came from. It smelled good and she had nothing to compare its looks to, so she only wanted to ingest it. She kept opening her mouth like a trap when R'ley appeared to nearly drop some, but after a few seconds of struggle, the boy was able to start chucking scraps her way.
"This meat's a bloody mess," he muttered to himself, in a tone of feigned disbelief. Of course he expected it to be this disgusting, but he hoped to be wrong. "I can't wait to wash up after this."
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Post by matsi on Sept 10, 2011 19:53:38 GMT -5
F’in had been at the hatching the whole time. Silently sitting in the shadows, watching. He had to be there. He wanted to see if Lyr would get anything. In his mind, she deserved a dragon, but fate had a funny way of doing things, so as he sat there, eyes occasionally darting to Kida, only to make sure she was alright, of course, and watched the hatching unfold.
He never was fond of this gold. From what he had heard about her from others and from Foranith, he did his best to avoid her and Her rider. Queens and Kings just weren’t his cup of…well…anything. Not that it mattered. If it wasn’t for the queens, he wouldn’t have gotten his Foranith, so he really couldn’t complain that much.
With Foranith off, sleeping on her ledge happily ignoring the “prissy princess” and her clutch, as she had stated, F’in was alone. Yet, he was alright with it, and stayed in his own happy little place as the hatching started.
One by one he watched eggs hatch and impress. Pink. Black. Green. Cyan. They were all so cute! He wouldn’t deny it. He could remember when Foranith was that little! Now, she was a monster. A monster that he loved so dearly. Soon, before the weyrlings knew it, their babies would soon be lovable monsters too.
So deep in his thoughts, that F’in didn’t notice the pink. Not until she was wandering through the girls. His eyes narrowed on her, hoping and waiting. Then…YES! F’in about leapt out of his seat and cheered. He felt like a proud parent or sibling…or friend or something. He couldn’t explain it, but his chest was filled with excitement. He watched as Kida acknowledged her mother, then ran down to where Kida was sitting. He almost tripped on the stairs a few times, but was luck enough to catch himself a few times. ”Kid-uh,” He said happily as he got to the child and put his hand on her head in a loving way. He looked down at the child, smiling. ”Yer mumma. Gut a Pen-k,”[/color] He said with a huge smile and flashing eyes. ”Yoooou….mus’ teel ‘er cun-grud-you-lit-ons,” He smiled as he knelt down to the kid’s level.
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Post by theknightwhosaysni on Sept 10, 2011 20:50:25 GMT -5
Welcome to the fallout, Welcome to resistance, The tension is here, Tension is here.
While the black waited on the Sands, the last egg in the outer row was at last Hatching. The dragonet within that dark purple egg was struggling fiercely against its shell, straining against the shell. The dragonet didn't mind being locked within its egg, but it knew that it did have to get out eventually, and then was as good a time as ever, it seemed, for the egg was finally cracking open. It didn't explode open like some of its more violent siblings. Instead, the dragonet took its time in getting out, cracking the egg smoothly and finally escaping the confines of its egg after struggling against the egg for a few long moments, during which the statue-like black barely twitched.
Stranded in the semi-darkness of Couineth's makeshift shelter, the dragonet moved slowly to get out, wriggling out from under Couineth's wing to reveal its color; the dragonet was a green, in fact. She had a darker hide than her previous two siblings, with smokey lighter green markings on her face and wings, and she was on the small side for a green, with a slender and more feminine build than Tercath's had been. She was a fairly pleasant looking green, all things considered, and she had a fairly pleasant demeanor thus far as well. Her eyes were whirling with contended blues and greens as she made her way away from Couineth's wing and examined her surroundings. Her gaze flickered towards the tiny black first and then towards the Candidates, but the green wandered towards the black first.
The green felt bad for him sitting on the Sands like that. He clearly needed someone to love! Everyone ought to love everyone, and that poor black deserved love just as much as all of the Candidates did. The green felt kind of bad that she couldn't Impress to all of them to share her love with everyone, but she wasn't too worried about that yet. She was more worried about that poor black, who clearly didn't have anyone to love, since he was sitting there all alone.
She crooned gently in the black's direction, stopping a small distance away from the black as she gazed at him.
The black's reaction to her croon was a rather simple one; he rose to his feet lazily and turned away from the green, wandering slowly off towards the female Candidates with his large wings dragging at the ground. He didn't care in the least about the green, and simply wanted to get away from her. However, the black wasn't a particularly violent creature. Outwardly, at least, he was almost always calm.
The green looked pleased when the black wandered away from her and hummed to herself, nodding proudly as she watched him, ensuring that he'd make his towards the Candidates. The black needed to Impress after all. That was the first step in the green's master plan to get everyone to love everyone. First, the black needed to love His. And then there were only a lot more steps, but that was where a dragon's living in the present came in handy. The green wasn't worried about how much effort it would take in the future. She cared about right then and that black.
Shaking his head slightly, the black moved swiftly to get away from the green. He simply didn't care about her, and to minimize the annoyances that would come from her, the black would Impress if that was what it took. He knew that His was somewhere in this line. He had sensed her mind out there, somewhere in this long line, and though the black wasn't too hurried in getting to her, he moved fairly swiftly, eyes whirling slowly with mostly contented colors, but the black was starting to get a little nervous about finding His.
Finally! There! The black came to a smooth stop before Reylia, despite his awkward limbs and proportions and the fact that his awkwardly large wings were dragging in the Sands. Eventually, he would mostly grow into them. For then, however, the black was just awkwardly built. ReyliaMine,
[/i] The black said softly, with more emotion in his voice than had been in any of his actions previously, Your Recath is here. I will keep you alive.[/i] He was oddly specific, but that was about the only thing that he cared about. Reylia would be the most important part of his life, and his life would center around making her happy and, well, keeping her alive. He was a fairly primitive black in that regard. He had simple desires. And I am hungry. I would like some . . . food.[/i] Recath liked the thought of food. It was a radical idea to the black, who had never had true food before, and he liked radical things! They made his simplistic desires that much easier. In the moments after Recath Impressed, the final egg in the outer row was cracking open, leaving only the large green egg unhatched. The fading green egg's dragonet shook itself vigorously and stared at the large wing that stood between itself and the world. The dragonet was a fairly lazy creature and wanted to take the easy way out, so its gaze flickered between the little hole that cyan Viorth had dug and the actual wing, gauging which way would be easier to get out from. Eventually, the dragonet decided that the hole was smaller than it was, so just wriggling out from under Couineth's wing would be easier, and the dragonet set about doing that immediately. The green trilled when the black Impressed, and she would have wandered off to Impress herself that moment if she hadn't glanced towards Couineth's wing in time to catch another dragonet wriggling out - this one was a blue, she noted instantly, and he was a dark blue with swirling lighter marks on his underbelly, neck and the underside of his tail, along with what looked like a mask on his features. The blue flopped over on the Sands once he'd gotten out from under Couineth's wing. That had been a lot of work! The blue was definitely a lazy creature, one who would always take the easy way out, the shortest route to the finish. That was just who he was. Of course, that wasn't the only aspect to his personality. But there wasn't really time to expand on that thought, because the green was padding up to her brother's side and she nosed him lightly with her nose, a curious trill escaping her. Why wasn't he Impressing? She wanted him to find someone to love too! Everyone should love everyone! Perhaps the green was aware of his laziness, however, for she turned and padded a few steps away from the blue before glancing over her shoulder and crooning encouragingly. Heaving a sigh, the blue dragged himself to his feet. He found the green's goal in life to be rather commendable, honestly. Beneath his lazy exterior, there was a rather caring blue that lay in waiting. He wanted everyone to love each other as well. The way that the green went about it might not be the best way, since it certainly required more work than the blue was willing to expend, but her goal was commendable all the same. So he was willing to follow her, though the blue did it rather slowly, taking his time to reach the green. They continued across the Sands like that, a rather interesting pair together. The green would walk a few steps then wait for the blue to catch up with her, and while he stopped, the green would walk another few steps before coming to a stop. They were headed towards the male Candidates, angling away from the females, mostly because the green's Candidate was over there. The blue was just going with the flow, but luckily for him, the flow was serving him well because when he finally completely ran out of steam and flopped over at a Candidate's feet, it was at the feet of the Candidate that he was going to Impress to. Oh, N'azMine, there you are. Your Repmath was looking for you! You should be closer to me next time! That was too much work.[/i] The blue snorted and flicked his tail against the Sands, wriggling a bit closer to His, Do you suppose that we will manage to bring everyone closer together? That green wants it too. Perhaps she'll do all of the hard work...[/i] He sounded rather hopeful at that last bit. Oh yeah, and I'm kind of hungry too...[/i] His voice took on a more plaintive note then. Trilling joyously when the blue Impressed, the green bounced away from him happily, picking up speed now that she had left him behind, her tail wagging happily like a pleased canine's as she made her way along, actually surveying the male Candidates carefully now. Each one that she passed over made her feel bad, but the green understood on some level that she couldn't Impress to all of them, as much as she wanted to. She just wanted to make everyone love everyone! And surely if they were all Impressed to her, she could make it all work! Still, the green stopped walking quite suddenly and glanced up into the face of one of the Candidates. This one drew her in more than the rest of them had. He was the one that she would love more than all the rest, it seemed, because it all paled in importance before him. Sh'lenMine![/i] The green practically bounced, Look, your Nivoth is here! And I love you.[/i] The green nodded seriously, I love you more than anyone. You and I will make everyone love everyone![/i] She sounded immensely pleased with herself as she stared happily up at Hers. He made everything better, even if everyone didn't love everyone just yet. But Nivoth, Sh'len and Repmath and His would make everyone love everyone, Nivoth thought serenely to herself. Couineth seemed confused by something in that moment, and she pulled her wing back from the clutch, folding it against her side. It had begun to ache as the Hatching had dragged on, and the gold gave a blissful sigh as she folded it against her body, tail flicking irritably as she turned to survey her clutch and found her gaze settling on the large green egg. It had been the second largest egg of her small clutch, and she had been proud of it, even though it had stolen attention from her. But why wasn't it Hatching? Why wasn't it even moving? Couineth nudged it lightly with her nose, a sad noise escaping the large gold when it didn't react in the least. A dud, then. It wasn't fair! None of this was fair! They were all so self-centered and stupid and it was their fault that her egg was dud! It was all their fault! Couineth snarled angrily, tail lashing in the Sands as she glared at the dud egg, eyes whirling fiercely with crimson. It wasn't fair! It was all their fault! All of it! They had made her egg into a dud! Snarling, Couineth rose to her feet and moved her bulk the small distance that it took to curl fiercely around the dud, hiding it from the world. It was all their fault! They didn't deserve to see the potential life that they had destroyed! It was all their fault. Ashamed and angry, Couineth buried her head beneath her wing, hiding from both the world and Hers. Rayna closed her eyes for a moment at the sight of the dud, knowing that it would come back to come haunt her in the future. But in that moment, the thing that felt most real to her was the fact that her dragon had produced a dud. Duds happened, but they were supposed to happen in firelizards and whers, not dragons. Especially not in dragons with Thread on the way. Maybe redemption has stories to tell, Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell, Where can you run to escape from yourself? Where you gonna go? [/i][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by claire on Sept 10, 2011 22:35:33 GMT -5
Nat had also been eyeing the abnormally large green in mild confusion; being new to Dalibor and its various oddities, it took him a moment longer to peg the Hatchling as a Viridian. It Impressed to a boy he didn't know. But then, he didn't really know many of his fellow candidates. He hadn't been at Dalibor more than a few sevendays, and the only dragon candidates he'd really spoken to were Sebol and Taavi. He knew only a few of the others by sight, and none of them by name. "Eleven, I think," he said in response to Taavi's question. He'd been keeping as close a count as he could but it was possible he'd miscounted.
The next dragonet to approach the candidates was an elegant little Cyan, and he felt his heart skip a beat as she headed straight for them. She wasted no time in planting herself decisively at Taavi's feet. "I think she likes you," he said. Grinning, he gave his roommate a congratulatory smack on the arm. "Nicely done, man. Go feed her."
Alone on the sands now, he ran a hand absently through his hair and looked intently at Couineth's wing, waiting for the rest of the hatchlings. The next one out was a Pink, who Impressed to one of the female candidates, who- was she crying? Weird. But then Impression struck everyone differently. He kind of hoped he didn't break down when he finally Impressed. That would be embarrassing. A Black next, also to one of the female candidates, leaving a Green and a Blue on the Sands. Was that all of them? He didn't think so, but again...it was possible he'd miscounted. There certainly didn't seem to be any further movement at the Queen's wing.
He was just on the point of shrugging and thinking ahead to the next Hatching when the Blue flopped wearily down at his feet. Oh, N'azMine, there you are. Your Repmath was looking for you! You should be closer to me next time! That was too much work. Nat - N'az, rather - stared blankly at the Blue as he continued; Do you suppose that we will manage to bring everyone closer together? That green wants it too. Perhaps she'll do all of the hard work... Oh yeah, and I'm kind of hungry too...
"Huh. Cool." So he had Impressed after all. Hey, and he was even going to be in a weyrling class with the only two people he'd really talked to so far. That'd worked out pretty well. Yeah, come on then, he said, crooking a finger at Repmath. You want food, you're gonna have to come get it.
You could carry me? Repmath suggested hopefully. But he did climb to his feet again, albeit reluctantly, and followed along at His' heels. N'az ambled along at an easy pace that allowed Repmath to keep up, and he could feel the Blue's approval of this. It wasn't like they were in a rush, was it? They had all the time in the world to get over to the food. Although he was kind of hungry. The food should really be closer. Whose idea was it to put the food all the way over there? N'az could only shake his head at the dragonet's train of thought.
He retrieved a bucket and set it down near where the other dragonets were eating; Repmath flopped down next to the bucket and stuck his head in it, munching contentedly away. N'az grinned round at the rest of the new weyrlings. Here they were then.
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Post by kireon on Sept 11, 2011 8:51:35 GMT -5
Never had a birthing been as exciting as this whole Hatching thing.
Aylina watched, fascinated, as one little dragon after another came out and roamed amongst the Candidates, choosing and discovering their new partner. All of 'em were so different, personalities aplenty on top of it, and soon enough there were a big ol' pile of 'em and their riders-to-be sittin' and feedin' the hungry little ones. She smiled at that, finding it amusing somehow and turned back to see what else would come out of it. She didn't know how many eggs were there, but figured that since no one was leavin' yet, there had to be more of 'em at some point.
It was then that the lovely gold shifted her wing, allowing it to stop hiding the rest... err... the last egg from sight. It was a pretty one, the platinum blonde thought to herself with a slight cock of her head to one side, and the dragon that'd hatch out of it would surely be as pretty, if not more so, than the shell that housed it. So, as her nature had a tendency to display, Aylina waited for the egg to hatch, to move, or something.
When it didn't move, and its mother nudged it with a sad sound, Aylina felt something in her own heart respond. ...no way, it ain't, can't be. Her brow furrowed, concern on her face as she watched the mother dragon's response go from concerned to angry in a flash of whirring crimson color in her eyes. In a smooth, small movement, the gold dragon rose and curled up to hide the egg from sight, and buried her head beneath her wing on top of it as well. ...maybe it ain't dead, maybe it's just stuck in there an' needs some extra help. At least break the shell and check, mourn after!
It might be true, it could be. She'd seen it happen with some of the birds an' other reptiles. Sometimes it just needed a little help 'cause the egg was made a bit too well. Hardened a little too much, so to speak. Which could be the fault of the little dragon if it were just being a lazybones and wanted to sleep.
Feelin' helpless sucked, the young woman thought, looking down at her hands helplessly and looked to the rest of the crowd, wondering who out of them were going to go offer comfort to the rider and her dragon. Wondered if it'd be out of line for her to offer to get some food, or oiling and sanding rags or... or something for the two of 'em. Things had been going so well, surely... surely there was somethin' she could do to help. Feeling like she was about to step into unknown territory, the tall blonde carefully picked her way through the Candidates and spectators... and paused when she felt she might be crowding the two who, to her, looked like they were grieving.
Still an outsider no matter how I look at it, hopefully I don' get my head bit clean off here. She thought to herself with another look toward the dragon with her head tucked beneath her wing. If it were truly a dead egg, poor thing must be cryin' in her own way. ...if dragons could cry, she wondered if they could the same way people did. If not, like riderbeasts and other animals out there, they had their own way of grievin' and showin' their sorrow, of that she was sure.
“Lady...” Aylina's voice was slightly gruff, but kind as she cleared her throat, trying not to feel as awkward and embarrassed about addressing her superior as she felt... and wondered what in the name of shard she was supposed to call her. “Um... Lady Weyrwoman?” She shifted uncomfortably, feeling her cheeks heat up from embarrassment of not knowing the woman's name as she left her hands at her side and watched with a concerned look on her face.
“Is there somethin'... anythin' I can do for either of you?”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 11, 2011 10:12:15 GMT -5
A single blink and Couineth went from grousing on the Sands to rising from them, her rumble of relieved contentment running up Lexony's feet. As her head pulled ceilingward, engulfing new Weyrlings and Candidates alike in a green-lined shadow, Lexony took a few wise steps back to avoid the main cascade of sand off her gleaming body. Some of the motes still flickered his way, dusting his sweaty skin in erratic yellow tattoos. He looked across the shell fragments to find the one egg still whole, and the queen's muzzle poked it in the same moment. Lex swallowed a knot of tension when he realized the egg was not even rocking, his first such discomfort in the midday Hatching. The fact of the unstirring egg felt disconnected from the unease it planted in his stomach.
The sensation passed, however, with Couineth's defensive coil blocking the lifeless green dot from view. It did not seem appropriate to bow to the queen when she clearly had no better opinion of the premature death than anyone else. She was not even choosing to face them. Lexony turned to wave to the successful Weyrlings of the day, but paused upon noticing a familiar mystery clinging to a wall beside the remaining girl Candidates. The young man elected to reserve his wave for her, Rennin. She was with him, still human, even if the most eclectic in the pack. She might have been the only girl he had occasionally wondered about as far as her Impression prospects. The Weyrlings counted as significantly more than simple Pernese. Consorting with them would not be respectful. He did conduct one final survey of the group before retreating to the Candidates' side-entrance-- exit, now --and returning home.
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"It will never be about how well you do," Q'sis said, even if that was a negation of his own earlier point. Tasia did not possess the common sense to accept that type of warning, so he had to offer the truth instead. "You are broken. That is the only thing wrong with you, and had you put your mind to it you could have overcome it. You would have been ideal for your own kind: the fish-man who almost never has to see you." The trader gave her a look of pointed irritation for her inability to follow the best route available to her. "Dragons will choose anyone."
As soon as Couineth's last egg was confirmed dead, Q'sis got up without announcement and made his way back to Unath's side. His eyes turned on R'kin as he ascended the Tan's relaxed forelimb, and the scrutiny rose to Hilth before he pulled the goggles hanging around his neck back over his face. "Greetings Brownrider, Hilth," he said as he swung one long leg over the natural saddle on Unath's back. Q'sis looked over his subqueen's other side to the fighter squatting there. "Ercuth," he offered in acknowledgment before Unath turned around and vaulted off the high ledge, the very first to sweep out of the cavern exit. At Q'sis' direction, she glided toward the dining hall. Tasia had been right on one count: at least there would be food.
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Post by Kila on Sept 11, 2011 12:35:31 GMT -5
Shailen was charmed by the slender little Green that was the newest to slide from under her mother’s wing. Unlike many of the others, she showed no signs of unhappiness or violence, instead padding kindly over towards the Black and crooning to him kindly. Whatever her croon had meant, it sent the Black towards the Candidates at last. To the girls, anyway, Shailen thought, noting the course of the dragonet. He clapped for the girl that impressed and then looked hopefully back towards the Green.
To his relief and excitement, there was another baby on the scene- a chubby Blue who looked worn out already. Shailen put his hand to his mouth to stifle a giggle when the Green and Blue began to move. The Green had to coax the Blue, little by little, across the Sands. He had noted earlier that the dragonets had very distinct personalities, and these two were no exceptions. Though they were among the lowest in ranks, he thought that these were maybe the best. They were funny and didn’t seem inclined to fight each other, which put him more at ease than he had been through the whole hatching.
It did not take the Blue long to choose. Flopping down at the feet of the first Candidate he came to, the Blue looked up with eyes a striking array of colors. Impression. The Green trilled happily at this, delighted with her brother’s success. With her mission complete, the Green wasted no time in bouncing away to examine the Candidates around her. Shailen grew nervous as she came closer, looking at each boy with bright, inquisitive eyes. His breath stopped involuntarily, as it had with each dragonet that had come near him. It seemed that the Green would pass by him as well, as all the others had done, but as she approached him, her pace unfaltering as she searched, she stopped suddenly before him. Looking up at Shailen with those beautiful, rainbow eyes that he had only glimpsed as the boys around him had bonded and left the sands, a sudden warmth appeared within him. Sh'lenMine![/i] He heard as the Green practically bounced with joy, Look, your Nivoth is here! And I love you.[/i] The warmth intensified and Shailen believed his heart must be melting. I love you more than anyone. You and I will make everyone love everyone![/i]
Nivoth’s claim was an enormous and ambitious one, but Sh’len could not and would not ever disagree with her. He was overwhelmed by the pure and genuine love that she felt just for him. It came off her in waves and left him feeling like jelly. Sh’len found that he wanted to cry, of happiness of course, but managed to suppress the urge- That wouldn’t be very manly. Sensing Hers’ struggle, Nivoth curled herself around his leg and nuzzled him adoringly. It’s okay, Mine, your Nivoth is here for you now. I love you, remember? Sh’len did. Among the storm of emotions he felt, some his some hers, a new one politely appeared. ”Oh! You must be hungry!” he realized, remembering seeing all the others leave the Sands to feed their hungry new lifemates. Oh yes, Mine, but I can wait for a little while, if you want. I’m happy right here, she said, nuzzling him again. Sh’len smiled, blushing a little as well. ”No, let’s get you some food. You must have worked hard to get out of your egg and help your brothers.” He would never deny her anything, he knew already, and would indulge her whims and fancies happily. Again, Nivoth trilled happily, knowing that she had chosen right and that Hers loved her too. Yes, then! Okay, Mine! Let’s go, and maybe we can talk to Rempath and His and EVERYONE on our way. We can’t love each other if we don’t get to know each other, you know. [/size]
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Post by RhiaBlack on Sept 11, 2011 19:07:29 GMT -5
Zeke exhaled at the dud, as did the Blackrider N'tharon. No Rider, Weyrling, or any measure of those at any Weyr liked seeing dud eggs. It was a strike to the heart for humanity and dragonkind alike. Both mounted their respective Dragons, but where N'tharon left to venture back to the Forges once he'd done another patrol of the Bowl, Z'dyn moved down to the sands - off to the side, of course - and looked to mingle and congratulate those who had Impressed. No doubt there would be a feast soon enough, and he knew how much Bai liked the aspect of food.
Meanwhile, Yva sighed. She wasn't upset about the fact she'd been left standing. Her heart went out for the egg that Couineth now circled herself around; a lost dragonet was far more upsetting than being left here. Sevonn's arm slid around her shoulders as she moved off the Sands, and he passed her the jacket she'd tossed to him as she'd entered. It was tucked around her, and he offered a look back towards the Queen with a sort of saddened expression. As a Harper, he'd been learning the Learning Ballads. He knew the stories. He knew the history. Though he didn't know just how upset anyone else could be at the aspect of a dud, he knew how much of a detriment it was to the Weyr. Nevertheless, things happened.
He diverted Yva towards the Dining Hall. They'd get Klah and talk about things, he suspected, and if anything he looked forward to her being better prepared for the next time she'd Stand. She still had several turns to go. His tone was stern, and even somewhat happy given the situation.
"I'm still proud of you, Yva. Don't be sad." "I'm not. It's just really sad that Queen Couineth had a dud. She looked so upset. I mean, I don't know how easy you can tell a dragon's upset, but she looked pretty sad." "It's to be expected. These things happen." "I'm just glad none of them were mauled or anything. I don't mind being left out there. I mind when people are killed. Or when Dragons die." "That's the right mind to have. You'll get there."
The pair of them continued onwards - Sevonn would stay for another day, and then he'd go back to Tillek to continue training. He had Masterharper knots to work on. They wouldn't earn themselves, after all.
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Post by princesal on Sept 14, 2011 1:25:04 GMT -5
As the last dragon hatched, W'lin focused on the gold, as soon as the last dragon on the sands found their chosen, he almost knew something was wrong. Chyurath knew it too, it was almost like a distinct feeling deep in the gut. He had assumed Couineth to be a vain dragon, hiding her eggs from the world, almost like she wanted all attention on herself. Looking up at his Iron as he focused on the gold, waiting for the answer to be revealed. When they finally saw it, there was a collective shudder. The idea of a dud egg was horrifying. Because it made W'lin think and remember how lucky he was. What if there had been a candidate on the sand who was destined for that dragon? What if they never impressed now. Don't say that W'lin. That's a terrible thought.I can't help it, Chyu. It reminds me how lucky we both are.If you had stayed hiding, then that might have been us! I might have left forever! If you ever hide again, thread help you...I wasn't hiding! You just couldn't see past your muzzle!They squabbled, and it was obvious to those sitting closest to them, that they were arguing. It was almost obvious that it was easier to argue between themselves then think more about the dud egg, to keep processing it through their minds. It would have thrown them both into sadness, and probably they'd be so grumpy that others would suffer around them. If you want to keep bringing that up I really WILL hide!You wouldn't dare!! Don't talk like that! What if you trap yourself somewhere while you're trying to hide and you get hurt and I can't get to you! What if you fall and get lost, what if someone holds me back from you!Light eyes looked at Chyurath, and really looked at him, and was suddenly aware of a deeper faucet of his own dragon, one that the Iron had been hiding all this time. The deep care, the want to protect W'lin and keep him close and safe at all cost. Was that why he didn't encourage them seeking others out? Because Chyurath was scared that he'd get hurt? Sudden softness in those eyes, and he had a small smile. Don't worry Chyu, I'm not going anywhere. I won't hide, I won't ever put you in that situation.Realizing that he suddenly showed a lot of himself, immediately grumpiness was brought down, and with a huff and a move, hitting W'lin in the leg with his tail. Ha! I know you won't! I wasn't scared! Stop thinking like that. Let's finish oiling my hide, I can think of at least four spots your small hands have yet to get to.They stood up together, and made their way out, later their thoughts would linger on that dud egg, later, when the pain within the weyr wasn't so new. Later, away from others eyes. ---- It had all been so much, so exciting. Little baby dragons (and not so little) had been everywhere! When he looked one way there had been a green, another way had been a pink, and then a black and blue, and... and! They were everywhere! Teriss couldn't stop smiling, even though no dragons really made their way to him, he was just so happy for those that were finding their other half. What did that feel like? Was it just perfect? Was it like taking a big breath and knowing that everything was going to be okay? Was it scary? He didn't know, and he wouldn't know this time. Even when the last dragon wiggled out from under his mothers wing, and didn't come to him, he couldn't stop smiling. It was amazing! It was exciting, and pleasant, and while he had heard of blooding impressions, one where dragons fought, and in their confusion of hatching, lashed out on candidates... that didn't happen here. It had been llike... like a. It had simply been the best first standing he could have, save for impressing. He was just so happy to have been a part of it, and he wanted to clap, and while he was too nervous to congratulate others, and strike up conversations filled with questions, he wanted to give his fellow candidates hugs, he wanted to be happy and excited for next time with them. He was still smiling a little when the sands went quiet, when there was something wrong. It took more time then it should have when he finally saw eyes looking towards the beautiful gold, and he stared for a little, oh look! It was another egg! Was there going to be another dragon? Who was going to impress that one! And then... then she hid it... and... and no one looked happy or excited. It took a long time for those mental gears to finally turn, and when it hit him, not only do the smile disappear from his face, but his hands raised to his face to cover his gasp. Oh no! Oh no! Why had that happened!? He didn't understand! He wanted to reach out and ask someone, wanted to ask why it hadn't hatched, why no one was helping or trying to figure out if the dragon was in there. What if... what if the little baby needed help? But no, no one was going near, and he could almost feel the sadness. Teriss didn't even know what to do, so he just stood there, feeling confused and hopeless, his excitement and happiness feeling strange when there was such a sadness at an egg not hatching. So he stood there, until the other candidates left, and he walked with them. So many questions, but not daring to say a word.
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Post by Reky on Sept 18, 2011 14:48:31 GMT -5
Osine politely joined in the rounds of applause that broke out with each Impression. She was overwhelmed to the point that there was little to do about it. The combination of adrenaline the hot sands made her uncomfortably warm and she was sure that her face was splotchy red and unsightly. She wanted things to hurry up; some of the dragonets sure were taking their time. She felt so vulnerable standing there with no control over anything at all. She wanted a dragon badly; she had not felt a passion this strong since she had first apprenticed to a tanner.
She had to wait. Time ticked by. She was acutely aware of the every movement of every dragonet, her senses sharp. Blue, green, pink, cyan, black. A viridian came to the sands, followed by another cyan. Osine's eyes flicked between the two, but eventually, she was fixated on the cyan. It was coming closer. She was coming closer, straight for Osine - or so she thought. Nervously, she looked to the candidates that flanked her. Perhaps it was them. The determined little dragonet could be for one of them... but somehow she knew the cyan was hers. It was in the way she walked. Osine was entranced.
OsineMine! Your Viorth is hungry. Perhaps you could take me to the food? And then we could do something that the other dragonets actually haven't already done. [/i] The voice rang clear in the girl's mind and her knees felt like they would give out. She knelt for safety and stared, agape, at Viorth's masked face. "Viorth," she said, trembling. She felt the hunger from the dragonet. Felt the need to be independent, different, innovative. She felt Viorth. "Wow."Come on, I want to get all of this regular eating stuff over with, Viorth insisted, shoving at Osine's knees. Get up. Osine simply nodded and stood, and with her bonded at her heels, made for the feeding buckets. They joined the rest of the newly-Impressed and Viorth raised her nose to them. They were all doing the same thing! The same regular, boring thing. They were probably nice and all, but they had no imagination. When Osine grabbed a bucket and held out a piece of cold meat, Viorth snorted and knocked it out of her hand. Here,[/i] she said, Let me do it. She flexed her claws and fished out a chunk on her own. She lifted it to her open jaws, dropped it in, and proceeded to chew. Hah! None of the other dragonets were doing that!Osine was entirely content to watched her dragonet feed herself. She offered a warning when the cyan's belly had begun to grow fat, but other than that, she simply admired the amazing creature before her. Her creature. Her Viorth.[/size][/blockquote]
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