Teeny Flitterbys.. [Kia; Flit Hatching!]

[jack]

The brooding Kalith was long gone from the sands when Reggae first set her gaze upon them, selecting herself a nice little corner hidden behind a broken stone, away from prying eyes and worried Weyrlings. Durian searched a good three hours before she managed to find her sweet little flit, who gave her a stern talking to and a shushing stare before curling about her new clutch defensively.

It had been a while since Reggae had first set her eyes upon her pleasent little nest, and she had defended it stubbornly since. Not even Mesreath, who had attempted to force her out of the nitch--to inspect and make sure the eggs weren't dangerous, of course!--several times, had managed to move her, bearing a nice little set of teeth marks on his muzzle from where the protective new mother had delivered a 'warning' blow upon his snoz.

While the Brown had been intensely displeased by the flit's actions, Durian had managed to quell both her motherly defensiveness and his overprotective defensiveness enough to at least check in on the eggs a couple times a day. It was on one of these daily inspections that she noticed just how hard the eggs had gotten, and the way Reggae had moved herself to Durian's shoulder even with Mesreath stuffing his head into the knook, unable to nudge them and forced to stick his tongue out to prod them. Usually, the Brown would have a bleeding tongue, but the flit was oddly excited, chattering loudly as she bobbed her head rapidly.

It took a minute..but it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on when Mesreath suddenly shot his head up, snorting loudly as Reggae gave a chirp, a soft hum in her throat. "Now?! Why now? You have horrible timing!"

Durian bit her lip and reached in, grabbing the three eggs up holding them close to her chest as she darted off the sands, cursing to herself. Reggae seemed greatly amused by this modified hatching setting as she gleefully clung to her bonded's shirt, still humming even as the girl ran. Mesreath, on the other hand, was less amused.
Slow down, Mine! You could trip!
"Oh hush, Mes! Don't have time to worry about--" She stumbled and cursed, glaring as Mesreath gave her a smug smirk before getting back into her rhythm, "Say anything, and I won't oil you for a week."
The Brown merely humphed, but kept his maw oddly shut. For this, he could be quiet...for now. But if she stumbled again, He would take the eggs and eat them! Solve that issue, wouldn't it?

"Okay..its uh....noon! Noon...R'ish'll be....uh..."
Sleeping.
"Sleeping! Yeah!" A victorious grin on her face Durian turned, wheeling around a corner without a flaw. Ahead were the personal weyrs..and further was R'ish's weyr.
"Tell Gyth we're coming--she can get my brother up in time to be conscious enough to stuff food in a baby's mouth!"
Very well, DurianMine. A tad bit displeased with the idea, but knowing better than to question the frantic weyrling, Mesreath turned his attention to the Pink bubble head he'd been forced to get well acquainted with. Gyth. Wake Yours up. Now. Mine needs him.

Mesreath? Away in her Weyr Gyth lifted her head sleepily, yawning widely even as she catishly dug her claws into the bed she'd half-way taken over, to the displeasure of Hers. "Stop pokin' holes in the bed." R'ish groaned, squirming further away from the dragon. Durian wants you, R'ishMine. Gyth chirped, nudging the pinkrider with surprising cheer for having just woken up, Little Mesreath is very annoyed. I think its the babies! Let's go see them!
R'ish gave another groan and rolled over, his response muffled by his pillow. But Gyth would have none of it, and before he could begin to process what she'd said, he was shoved roughly from the sleepfurs and pushed to the cold stone floor. The scream he gave could have easily woken up half the weyr...if they weren't already awake.

"Shardin' cold!" He squeaked, scrambling back onto the bed and burrowing beneath the furs, "By Faranth you ungrateful pink monster!" He grumbled, pouting as he wrapped the furs tighter about himself, "I think I have a bruise on my butt now."
Gyth giggled, Come, come, Mine! Your little hatchmate wants to see you! I think its the flitlings!
"Flitlings..? Oh..you mean baby firelizards..." He sunk back to sleep only to shoot up, eyes wide and awake, "The baby firelizards?! Reggae's clutch? Hatching?!"

The man was up like a rocket, stumbling out of the bed with record speed, shrugging on the closet thing to clothing he could find before bolting out of the Weyr, leaving Gyth to giggle to herself. Where are they, Gyth?
Uhm...

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Half-way to her sibling's weyr Durian slammed on the brakes, cursing again to herself before turning on her heels and bolting back towards the Sands, only to turn to the kitchen. Giving the cooks quite a scare she suddenly dashed through, heading to the store room with a charging Brown--who took the time to snap and glare at the help--on her heels. "Grab a bowl, Mes!"
The sub-king growled and shifted, pausing to delicately take a bowl--filled with tubers--from one of the drudges, dumping the contents unceremoniously on the floor before trotting after His. Durian took the bowl with one hand, placing it on the floor before filling it with what she hoped would be enough to feed the newcomers.

And then she was on the run again. Gyth's is on the way. Mesreath grumbled as he ambled after her.
"Really? Let's meet at the Sands then! Its closer."
Sands.

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Hatching sands, R'ishMine! I'll meet you there! Out of the weyr and into the air the Pink went, bugling her cheer to the world as she arched back and headed off to meet Hers, who was already stumbling into the room, breathing heavily but excited. Durian was already there when he made it, perched on the edge of the upraised nesting site with the eggs in front of her and a bowl of meat--minus a few pieces taht had disappeared mysteriously--at her side.

Mesreath glared at him as he approached, but R'ish paid the Brown no heed, grinning as he slumped on the opposite side of his little sister, ruffling her short hair playfully. "Finally ready, are they?"
"Yep! Reggae's been humming like mad--it should be any minute now!"
Babies, Mine?
Yes, Gyth! Hurry and get down here--you'll want to watch.
A bugle of glee and the dragon entered the building, bobbing her head much like Reggae as she trotted over, slowing to a careful walk before plopping down with her neck stretched out on the ground and her nose mere feet in front of the eggs, impatiently waiting. I can't wait!

[kia]

Lynx was happily off being on her own for the moment. Gneith was taking her afternoon nap, though the Green would slowly be waking up soon. Lynx loved being with Gneith, but being on her own was fun. Soon, in a several turns, Gneith would be flying above her while Lynx was jumping from rock to rock, both dragon and Rider enjoying the day and having fun. Lynx could not wait for Gneith to get older. The fun they would have. Relaxing on beaches, exploring forest, flirting with the males of their species. Of course there was the work to be involved. While Lynx was not looking forward to that, she would toughen out a little and deal with. Such was the life of dragon rider and dragon.

She found a familar cave. The Haching Sands. The cave would never be the same to her again if she walked through it. She remembered being the first to walk off the Sands, having Impressed her beautiful Green. So she walked into the cave and to the Sands to remember those moments. But as soon as she did, she stopped and caught herself several feet from a Fire Lizard Hatching. Cute things. She admired them from a far while others owned them. Finding a small rock still low to the ground, she sat there and pulled out a meatroll. Of course, the hidden meatroll. When exploring, you never know when you need a boost of energy. She held it in her hand, not exact holding it out. She hoped a Fire Lizard would take notice of her, but if a little bugger did not notice her, the meatroll could turn into a snack while watching the little Clutch Hatch on the Sands..

[jack]

Someone new was on the Sands and Mesreath turned, his red eyes whirling with annoyance as he gave Lynx a good lookover, grumbling as he curled a bit around His and settled, watching the newcomer carefully. He couldn't risk an attack from the side--while he didn't like R'ish that much...he knew that the wierd human would do nothing to His. But this newcomer! She would need to be under constant watch...

"What'cha starin' at, Mes?" Tilting her head at her brown devil the girl shifted, glancing to where his glare was located. "Oh! Hi." She smiled, and beckoned the other over, flicking Mesreath on the muzzle with the Brown growled in disagreement. "You were on the Sands with me and Mes, weren't you?" She grinned, "I'm afraid I don't know your name..but you Impressed, didn't you? They're such handfuls.."

Durian looked down at the eggs as Reggae's humming grew louder, and she smiled, turning her attention back to Lynx. "Would you..ah..would you like a flit? There's three eggs here..and neither R'ish nor me need more than one each." She shifted to where the girl could squeeze into the dragon and human circle, grinning cheerfully, "They're great little companions, you know. Just stuff its face as soon as it comes close. They're greedy, so they'll go to anything with food."

The weyrling laughed and gave the girl a wink, turning her attention back to the flits just as the first crack appeared on one. Reggae gave a loud chattering and bobbed her head with impatience, even Mesreath grumbling--he couldn't hide his own interest in the flits from Durian!--while Gyth began to swing her haunches in dog-like glee.

A second crack on the same egg appeared, it beginning to rock violently as a second egg first began to shake, the third...disappointingly still. Harder and harder the eggs shook..until a tiny nose appeared at the end of the first egg. The baby grew still, a barely visible strip of a pale color all that was visible as it took in a deep breath even Durian could hear, giving a pleased sigh at whatever smell it had breathed in. The second egg paused at the sound, the flitter inside listening intently before it gave a barely noticeable chirp and began to fight its egg once more.

But the first one wasn't about to let the second win out on who hatches first, and shells went flying as it tumbled haphazardly out onto the sands.

Its nose was the only thing pale about the newcomer to the world, the rest of its gleaming hide an unmistakable pink, a nearly blinding shade that made Durian blink in surprise and R'ish arch his brows. In direct contrast to its loud hide the proud little flit gave a bugle that sounded more like a tiny whistle, flailing its wings wildly as it charged headfirst towards Lynx, barrelling into her lap with a demanding yet quiet chirp.

Pink! [ FF0080 ]
This little flit knows her place in the world, but she has better things to do than sit around last place! She's got the heart and the soul to go far, and her hide is the shade of a true star! A celebrity in a country-hick's body, she's got her mind set on glimmering things and attention. Nothing can compete with her for attention--she'll win out for sure! And do it as loud as her tiny voice can make!
[Congratulations, Lynx~!]

While the brilliantly-shaded flit was busy taking control, a the second egg had finally made its move. Out from the tiny shell came a larger flit than the flailing pink, but an oddly delicately built one. The pastel blue stumbled hesitantly onto the sands, its dark blue legs tucked beneath it and its unsure eyes whirling with hunger and worry all in one. Mesreath gave a low growl when the flit turned towards Durian, and the sheepish blue gave a squeak and scittered away, watching Mesreath even as it bolted away.

It ran head-first into R'ish's knee and was quickly scooped up, a laugh in the blond's chest as he patiently offered a strip of meat, "No worries little fellow..Mes won't eat you."
I might.

Blue! [ AFDCEC ]
A very wary little fellow, this guy isn't quite sure of the world around him. He's nervous and built very gangly, his limbs long and his body small overall. He's loyal to a point, but needs encouragement to get through the scary things of the day. Once he masters something, he's mastered it and can be very confident. Too bad it takes him a while to be so brave!
[Congratulations, R'ish~!]

Durian smiled as the two flitters found their new homes, her attention roaming curiously onto the lingering egg. Reggae's humming had stopped, her mournful eyes set onto the lone egg as Mesreath leaned forwards and nudged in, grunting when it plopped over, the shell squishing in slightly. "Oh...looks like this one's a dud." The teenager mused thoughtfully as she picked it up, inspecting it thoughtfully. "Well..two out of three is good, isn't it Reggae?" She grinned and rubbed the pink's eyeridges, "And such cute little ones!"

[kia]

Lynx looked up and smiled. She had seen the girl before. Impressed a Brown, if she remembered correctly. And when she saw the Brown, she knew she was correct in her thinking. "Yes, they can be a handlful indeed. Especially mine, who likes to jump around and bugle a lot. But she fits me perfectly. I hope to take her exploring with me soon," Lynx replied, noticing that there was a man with them as well. But she returned her attention back to Durian when the girl asked if she wanted one of the little buggers. Her face seemed to lit up. "I would like one of the eggs, but only if the Fire Lizard wants me. If none don`t want me, that is fine. At least I got to watch the Hatching. That is fun enough."

But shortly after saying this, she turned her attention on the eggs that were rocking back and forth. There were two of them, the third still rather still. She watched as the first Hatched. The muzzled of the little Fire Lizard appeared pale pink, so Lynx though the Pink would pale. Nope, it surprised everyone by becoming bright Pink with the rest of her body. Lynx smiled. Well, she was learning that there were a lot of surprises in life. Suddenly, the little Fire Lizard started trying to bugle in her own way, chirping and running head first into Lynx before demanding food. Lynx was estatic. Not only had she Impressed first on the Sands at Kalith`s Hatching, but she had Impressed first with the little bugger. Lynx quickly gave her the meatroll that she had held out and quickly searched for more food. Once she found more, she quickly fed the Pink even more until the Pink had become sated. Lynx smiled at the Fire Lizard and smiled at Durian. "A Pink, like the mother. I never was good with names." She thought for a moment. "You are very pretty. Yes, that is what you will be called. Pretty. Pink Pretty," Lynx said lovingly. She looked up again at Durian and gave the girl a genuine smile. "Thank you for let me watch the Hatching. And thank you to your Fire Lizard for letting me Impress one."

[arratra]

Arratra walked into the Hatching Sands, unaware that there was a hatching going on.
That is, until he saw one of the hatchlings fly over to one of the watching people.
"Whoops," he muttered, wanting to back out, but strangely rooted to the spot.
He almost burst out laughing when he found himself leaning forwards in anticipation.
Finally, he gave in, and clambered into the stands to watch from a better vantage point; he may have missed the dragons, but there was no way he was missing the entirety of this Hatching.

He realised immediately that he'd almost missed it altogether; there was only one egg left, and the clutch mother was a pink.
Meh, oh well. At least I get to watch the last one hatch. That is, if it isn't a dud.

[jack]

Durian cocked a lop-sided grin and nodded, glancing down as Mesreath half-clambored into her lap and set to growling. "You're acting like a posessive dog, Mes..." She mumbled, rubbing her temples before turning again to Lynx, shaking her head and smiling. "Handfuls indeed. But you're welcome! I'm sure you'll take good care of the little fellow--I noticed you didn't have any. I'm sure she'll add more trouble since you're a weyrling...but they're well worth it, I promise!"

R'ish smirked, looking over to Lynx as well, and chuckled, nodding as well. "I believe you were one of the ones I met...way back when? F'let was Flaet when I played my harp for you kids." He grinned, "His Browns seemed to like you--I'm sure this one will adore you." He looked to the flit, "Or already does."

Gyth gave a rumble of agreement, her tail flicking about as she leaned her heavy head in, eyes whirling cheerfully as she gave the newcomers a good sniff and a high chirp of her own. The blue sprawled in R'ish's lap--belly now bulging--gave a squeal and dove beneath the Pink-rider's shirt, the man wincing as the dull claws were dug into his skin. A tiny blue head peeked out of the neck of the boy's clothing, eyes whirling uncomfortably as he looked up at Gyth with wide-eyes, the Pink cocking her head at it in confusion.
The little one is scared, Mine?
"Don't worry, Gyth. He's just a bit spooky." R'ish laughed and slipped his shirt off, carefully removing the flit from his chest as he rose, cradling the creature in his hands. "C'mon now little fellow. No reason to worry." He stroked its eyeridges patiently as Gyth leaned in once more, keeping her distance as the blue stretched out his neck, clinging to R'ish's fingers even as he sniffed the pink tentatively. In a sudden decision he gave a short chirp--of approval or acceptance one--and climbed his way to R'ish's head, promptly curling up in the blond locks.
"....well....I guess that means he likes you."

Mesreath gave a snort at the whole affair, his gaze still locked on the offending newcomer he'd noticed earlier. While His had noticed Lynx off the bat--and as much as he detested it, demanded the girl be accepted--this fellow had yet to be seen by His...and thus was still very much an enemy.

The over-protective Brown gave a low growl once more, permanently displeased eyes whirling warningly as he shifted a bit in his leg-squishing position, tail flicking about angrily as he adjusted and readjusted his wings impatiently. Durian glanced at the annoyed Brown, a brow raised, and followed his 'looks can definitely kill!' stare...blinking at the boy receiving the brown's annoyance.
She didn't recognize him.
That was her first thought, followed by questions of when did he get her? Why was he here? Was he a candidate? Or a drudge..? She blinked again and tilted her head, then promptly thunked Mesreath on the nose and grinned, beckoning the newcomer over. "I don't know who ya are..but no reason to be way back there! The Hatchlings have already Impressed, if that what you're worried about, and I promise Mesreath won't bite."
Want to make a bet on that, Mine?
"...well he won't bite so long as you don't give him too much of a reason for it."

The teenager gave a hesitant laugh, rubbing the back of her head, and waved Arratra over. "Here, don't worry. I'm Durian--the grumpy lump of Brown is Mesreath. He's just posessive."
"Can't say he's really harmless though." R'ish interjected with a lop-sided grin as he plopped back down, Gyth curling her tail around him with a trill of a welcome to Arratra.
"Well...no..but still." She glanced at Mesreath, rubbing his eyeridges softly, "He won't do anything now."
R'ish chuckled and looked to the newcomer, "R'ish, of Pink Gyth. You?"

[arratra]

"Arratra Smith, candidate," Arratra replied, "But no one uses my full title unless I'm in trouble. Just call me Arratra."
He decided to explain his absence at the Hatching, "Look, I missed the Hatching because I got hung up at Fort."
He then realised that two fire lizards were near him, and he leaned closer, curious. He'd never seen them before, at least as far as he remembered.
So that's what a flit looks like. They're so cute! I have got to get myself an egg!
He sat straight, "I hope those two aren't too much of a handful. I want one now!"