princesal
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Poliwogging it up!
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Post by princesal on Mar 26, 2012 20:28:42 GMT -5
Watching the newly impressed come off the sands, T'ris had eventually gotten on the ground, and was running his fingers over Schrodith's hide. The dragon seemed to have expected this, and knew where to lean to press into his' fingers to make sure they itched in the proper spots. Schrodith made sure that his didn't feel worried that he didn't know what to do, or that he didn't do it right. Whatever T'ris did was right, even if it required Schrodith's help to do so.
The speckled black's eyes closed, whirling with calm happiness, glad that he had gotten his off the sand as soon as possible. He had known that his hatching was at the proper time, he had wanted T'ris to be aware that the red and the green were bad, and thus should be avoided in the future, because they were bad. He needed T'ris to be scared to acknowledge that, to acknowledge that there were bad people in the world, because his' saw everything in a nice light, in positives. Schrodith wasn't negative, but he most certainly came to a quick understanding that there was only going to be more negatives in the world than positives, because of the nature of others. If there was something in a cup, it was going to be drunk, even if it contained poison.
T'ris himself was over the moon, and wanted to throw his arms around Schrodith's neck, and hug him tight. In fact, why not?! Reaching forward he wrapped his arms around the black dragon's neck and hugged him. He felt his dragon pause for a moment, before curling his body up in a way that T'ris very easily was able to pull him into a cradle of his body. He had already curled his tail around himself, sure that T'ris was about to do something like that anyway. There was no way that the young man could take long without touching, hugging, or cuddling up to someone he cared about, and the bond between them was so simply that of love, and trust. Simple as that.
Taking a deep breath, T'ris kept his eyes on the entrance, glad to see others coming off, and he greeted them with a smile of sunshine, and watery eyes. It had finally happened to him. He had finally impressed, and he would always have Schrodith, and he could be a dragon rider, and help others protect the weyr. Protect people he loved. One day he hoped he could go back to his parents, and show them, have them meet Schrodith, have them be so happy for him, because T'ris knew they would be. He was a weyrling now. That was a whole knew set of responsibilities, new chores, new things to learn.
He was dreading the learning part.
Worry not mine, we shall be fine.
Such simple words, yet T'ris could feel that Schrodith was very positive in his thinking, and that he would make sure to take the time to help him understand things he couldn't grasp easily. Of course, he also had a feeling that,
Glasses are good.
Pouting, it was as if Schrodith knew what T'ris was just about to th-
You are easily predictable, mine. It is good.
Not elaborating, and not thinking he needed to, he sent a wave of understanding towards T'ris, and carefully extracted himself from the arms, high stepping over to the bucket of meat, before looking within it, and with precise movements, leaned forward and retrieved a piece of meat that had been stuck underneath a bad piece. He chewed it, and swallowed it down as if he was keeping a beat. Looking over to the rather very excited pink that suddenly appeared and seemed to be bubbling over, he turned towards her so as to let her know she had his attention.
Yes, Lorenth. You are correct. That is what most expect.
But he seemed pleased, and glancing over at T'ris, he tried to encourage him to go talk to his weyrling. The young man was looking over at Saia, worried, because she had gotten hurt... just like Viyeri. Finally he raised his hand and wiggled his fingers in a wave towards her. He'd fight thread with her, they'd learn together, maybe one day they'd be in the same wing? She was strong, he'd be honoured. Glancing over, he wanted to go say hello to the others, but he was still nervous, and shy, and now had a black to hide behind.
Schrodith had no plan to make his uncomfortable, but he was going to devise a plan to help his meet others. It was obvious T'ris wanted to, they just had to find a method to do so.
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Nia
Sr. Weyrwoman
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Post by Nia on Mar 26, 2012 20:47:38 GMT -5
Almost immediately after he spoke the Red came at him and the girl next to him, causing Taryme to flinch involuntarily as she bared her fangs right in his face. But she backed off. His heart slowed down to a regular pace as he caught his breath, eyeing the girl who'd been talking to herself next to him as she Impressed to the Red. Well then. That was lucky. Quite lucky. He straightened himself out, watching the rest of the dragonets. His eyes moved towards the Pink and the Cyan, one of the Blacks (or both of them? He was not very easily keeping track of them) had run off to Impress while he hadn't been looking in that direction. But the very lightly colored Cyan moved towards the Candidates and then he was met with a very critical, and very rainbow, gaze.
You're an idiot, T'yme. [/i] An...idiot? T'yme? "Ah... yes, indeed, quite right," he babbled in response, staring blankly at the icily colored Cyan in front of him. She then reached out a forepaw awkwardly and continued, Your Sitsaroth requires sustenance. Please try to keep the chatter to intellectual matters and do remember to leave Alitapth's rider alone, especially given that you know absolutely nothing about the affairs of dragonets or how we work.[/i] He stared at her for another moment, not saying a word and letting Doggarel pass by him with the Red to head over to the feeding area. Of course he was happy. Extremely happy, in fact. He would have cried if Sitsaroth's overtly unemotional force hadn't been forcing him to act rather serious. "Right. Shall we go then?" he said, jumping back to life and beginning to walk off towards where the new Weyrlings (finally! A Weyrling!) were feeding their dragons (finally! A dragon!). He reached out a hand awkwardly and pat Sitsaroth on the head, but she ducked her head out from under him and kept on. Contact is unnecessary,[/i] she informed him flatly, keeping her pace evenly matched with T'yme's. He could immediately feel Sitsaroth examing her siblings with a cold (well, cold to him, professional to her) gaze. She wasn't interested in them, they weren't important. She now had a new mission, and that was to get fed. T'yme kept an eye out for any of the Candidates he knew... which was really no one anyway. Not that Sitsaroth would have permitted him to go talk to anyone. Intellectual matters only,[/i] Sitsaroth told him bluntly, picking up on his thoughts. His eyes drifted over to Saia as he slowly fed the Cyan, but she wasn't having any of it. They do not concern you,[/i] she said, looking up at him with her whirling eyes. Well, yes, but- But nothing. They do not concern you, so there is no point in getting involved. Don't bother them.[/i] T'yme gave a heavy sigh and decided to just keep feeding her for a little while longer. So you don't care about them at all? he decided to question after Sitsaroth was full, although there was still quite a bit of meat left. And you ah, aren't still hungry? One thing at a time, T'yme,[/i] Sitasroth paused, rolling the idea of "time, T'yme" over in her mind. Even Hers' name was fairly amusing. Anyway, I do not care because it isn't my business to care. I am interested, however, just not in the way you want me to be,[/i] her eyes whirled unemotionally at him, and T'yme could only feel a vague hint of amusement from her. He understood what she was getting at. She wanted to experiment with the minds of other's, but she didn't care for them. Not saying anything, he chose instead to just sit in silence with her, still feeling out how her mind worked. It was very different than his. Sitsaroth only gave a bit of a vaguely amused response. Of course she cared about Hers. But he was an idiot and he had the same silly thoughts that everyone else had. They all cared too much. T'yme moved a bit closer to her, testing how close she would let him get. Don't do that,[/i] she shifted herself away from him. T'yme sighed again. This was going to take a bit of getting used to. Sitsaroth watched him, slightly amused by his reactions to her and slightly indifferent. What a good choice she'd made.[/blockquote][/size]
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Azhdarchid
Jr. Weyrwoman
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 26, 2012 21:01:06 GMT -5
"Hi," L'xon answered after a moment, pulling another piece of meat from the bucket. This steak was too large, and he had to wedge the bucket between his arm and his rib while he tore it in half. "I saw him," he said, straining till the flesh split. "He's beautiful." He turned over the torn meat one half at a time to Lamith. "It'll be alright." Who was he speaking to: Rennin, Lamith, himself? The newer bluepair did not seem to be too concerned, but a touch to the top of his head made him look up into the yellow-tinged eyes of his own young dragon.
Halventh demonstrated a slowing of his iridescent facets, and he nudged L'xon's face with the tip of his beak.
Keep feeding Lamith, he suggested. L'xon did as he was told. Everything you have said is the truth, my lovely creature. There is no reason to falter now.
Telling me you are a Masterhealer now, Halventh? L'xon said, though he was resentful of the need to question his blue's optimism.
I just have to look at Lamith, Halventh replied patiently. He did not mean using his formidable vision on the hatchling. L'xon at last began to relax. Rennin won't be mad at you. She's not so traditional.
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Q'sis stared after the girl and pink migrating to the feeding pit for longer than he needed to. The dragonet was a blur of intensity and swiftness, everything a man could look for in a fighter. The aimlessness of her movements suggested some lack in brainpower, but he would be the first to indicate that when managed such difficulties did not result in a loss of performance- only in the quality of the bond, and that was probably only true in extreme cases.
These traits were also what he would have put to Saia's eventual partner were it a betting matter. Nothing too slow, but not too mean or tough either. The problem was that this was not a situation where a girl's ideal matching should have been indulged at the expense of...her womanhood. Her better purpose. At least she was not a freak, as the women of blacks and blues and browns could be.
He did not know if he was upset because his impression of her had been wrong, or for some other reason. Regardless, with her Impression their arrangement and reason for interaction was at an end. He did not need to bother with Saia anymore. At any rate, she was shortly followed by two more girls. She was just one in the number of fighter-women. It would do him no good to differentiate.
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"I'm fine aside from being constantly bothered and dry in the thr- it's attacking me." It was his previously much-beloved "puppy," and Ekuda did not sound terribly convinced of the assault as he delivered his outcry in a tone of flat annoyance rather than fear. Maybe he did not entirely mind having a big fluffy canine close enough to hug. At least it liked him. He scratched Vigilance's nose, and then up his face to just behind his floppy ears.
When Atenna intervened, the Journeyman at first demonstrated his annoyance at having his puppy manipulations interrupted with a frown. Then his eyebrows shot up at her observation, those suspect eyes narrowing at Her Helpfulness. "Excuse me? Who just comes up and says that? Your hair is ugly; are you okay?" He folded his arms across his chest, raising his chin. But his resolve wavered visibly, marked by a couple rapid blinks as he focused on the woman. "I'm sorry," Ekuda said. "Your hair isn't ugly. Is this your canine? Sorry."
He tried to look down at his feet, but there was a large furry obstruction in the way. That pulled Ekuda back to the bridge of irritation. "You know, one or two things are bothering me," he grumbled. "One, I have no wine. Two, I am trying to watch the festivities and you are in my way and the puppy is in my way and you are all talking to me all the time and I can't focus on anything, but do not take that to mean that I am not perfectly comfortable. So please, take your puppy. Take your man here too." He indicated Sebolaren. "I tire of all of you and I want to..." He sat up in his seat and placed both hands on Vigilance's head, trying to squash it down out of his face. He was largely unsuccessful. "I am trying to watch!"
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Zane
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Post by Zane on Mar 26, 2012 21:47:04 GMT -5
The first of Waroth’s babies to impress had been a black, and had gone to one of the boy’s. Teriss, if she remembered correctly. Then Waroth’s green hatchling had impressed to-whoa wait, Sakalas. She clapped loudly and called out to her roommate, waving enthusiastically. The green didn’t seem the friendliest, but she was larger than most, and definitely healthy. Raksha watched the pair as they went, unsure if it was envy that she felt, or something else. She shook it off and dragged her gaze away from Kalith and Waroth’s clutches to the stands. More than anything she wanted to see her uncle up there, but she knew that he wouldn’t be in attendance. It’s not that he wouldn’t want to, it’s just that he was super busy and it’s not like he would be able to make it here on time. He wasn’t her father or anything, so... what was she reasonably supposed to expect?
Did her father even know where she was? She doubted that he’d ever asked about her. Her uncle had never mentioned anything about her family in any of his letters. Oh well, hatchings were happy times! It was time to be happy! Even false happiness was happiness in some form. She rocked back and forth on her heels, keeping a close eye on Saia. Goodness she’d come to think of her friend quite frequently just in these past few minutes or so.
Finally the wandering red made a decision and chose someone that she hadn’t in fact met before. She frowned, feeling bad for them in the sense that they’d have to hone all of that anger. Certainly they were strong enough for the task, she was sure of it. Deep down the red dragonet must have known that too, hence why she’d chosen the girl. Raksha watched the pair with curious eyes, blinking a couple of times as she contemplated various things. It was time to pay the rest of the dragonet’s more attention, for she had been neglecting the poor things.
There was only one of Waroth’s babies left to impress a beautiful pink. Before she knew how or why-not that it was for her to know-it was standing before Saia. ”Oh Saia, she’s beautiful,” Raksha whispered to herself, muffling herself with her knuckles, staring rather obviously. To anyone else around her she might have looked half mad. Was she crying? There were definitely tears streaming down her face. Why cry? Why was she crying? Oh, how odd. She stopped that instant and made a snuffling sound, regarding the two greens and two pinks as they made their way into the world. The darker pink and the green with the patch around her eye were the ones most fervently searching for their bonded. The green glimpsed her, and that was all, clearly not satisfied. That was okay; she liked it anyways, because its eye patch was cute. Secretly she was calling it Patchy in her mind.
Patchy and the pink were happily impressed. She continued the motion of rocking back and forth on her heels, lacing her fingers behind her back. The next egg to hatch had her attention about as much as the red had. Purple was such a beautiful color! And look at the shade; oh he was a nice shade. It then seemed to occur to her that the green had very lovely markings as well, how had she not noticed that at once? She scolded herself, looking over both the green and the purple with art in mind. Clearly the little pink deserved to be looked over as well, so she diverted her gaze to her, smiling apologetically. It was good to be polite even when another wasn’t looking! Just in case they were, you know, looking... She chewed on the inside of her cheek nervously, beginning to wonder if she really did want to impress. It was starting to embarrass her. (Standing so many times that is.) Maybe she just wasn’t meant to be a dragonrider. Her thoughts were wandering all over the place; she couldn’t at all focus on one thing. Xiro, she sniffed, restlessly twiddling her thumbs.
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Mar 26, 2012 22:03:04 GMT -5
One by one, the dragonets hatched, and one by one the Impressions were made. Aylina breathed an audible sigh of relief when the savage little green and the angry little red wound up finding their respective people and headed off the sands. "That lil' black fella's got guts, I reckon he'll make a great fighter." After all, y'didn't just tackle a red without expectin' t'get yourself all knocked about, and he'd even paused to get his bonded outta the way if possible too.
Wenth sent a wave of relief to her rider as well, expressing her own delight that the not nice green and the pretty but vicious red had chosen people well. They are no longer a problem... no, not a problem now... theirs will keep them from being mean again, yes...[/i] She moved a little, shuffling her weight a bit to prevent her legs from getting stiff and kept watching, focusing on the two cyans for a moment, the silent, still one in particular. She is almost a cloud, AylinaPretty... almost, but not quite. Like Halventh has stars that are almost stars on his hide... but are not actually stars.[/i]
Aylina's concentrated expression broke at that, a warm, throaty chuckle escaping before she could help herself. Wenth, you're a real treat, I hope you know that. She thought at her bonded and shook her head as the childish joy and pleasure returned through their bond swept through her, making her feel giddy and even a little silly as a result.
Said giddiness was amplified threefold into a whoop of joy when the silly little vibrant pink finally chose Saia with what was probably an absolutely adorable, endearing gaze up to the red headed girl. "She did it!" The blonde exclaimed all too happily, feeling ridiculously pleased for no other reason than the kind hearted, cheerful girl had found her match and would end up joining them, eventually, in the skies.
Wenth, despite a short memory, had recalled something and was pleased she had rememebered when Hers had not. Pretty made a promise with Saia, yes... she did. Now she can keep her promise.[/i] The growing tan wasn't sure what it meant to dye something, but Aylina had explained it wouldn't be forever, but just a while. She didn't know how long a while was, but as long as it wasn't forever and her Pretty would have her pretty color hair back someday, she would be okay with it.
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Rhikail applauded softly, ignoring the pain in her arm as she watched Ondine Impress an absolutely lovely pink who'd fallen, and looked at her roommate in an upside down manner that made her silly looking. But that was okay, because the look on Ondine's face was well worth the silliness, and it seemed they would get along well with Rise, Meeps and Ruem. "Congratulations, Ondine." She murmured, likely too soft for the apprentice Healer to hear as she watched them go off to feed the little dragon.
Though she and Ondine hadn't had much time in each others' company, the sense of loss was still sort of keen. She had lost the beginnings of a good friend, her first if truth was to be told. But she would not cry. There would be no ruining the bright eyed girl's celebration, she would mourn the loss later and accept it the same way she had quietly accepted that her flesh had been marred by the fires in the kitchen.
If it could be changed, she would try. If it could not, she would accept it and move forward in life with it. "We are only looking out for each other like we are supposed to," she told him simply. "we don't want to see anyone perish on the sands."
Saia too impressed, also to a pink. Something about the combination of Ondine and Saia with a pair of pinks made her smile, just a shade. The two of them had the personalities that were rather compatible, perhaps they would become good friends in their Weyrling classes, and their dragons would become good friends too. They could keep each other safe when the time came to fight Thread too.
Her attention returned, brightening a little at the realization that the pretty dark blue had chosen someone who had needed him, and at the two very pretty cyans had also found their people as well. She'd tried not to shoot a dirty look to the green when she'd chosen, same with the red, but her relief was probably a little more evident than she'd have liked to have those two out of the way.
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Seta gave Laushi a half-grin. "Same could be said for you, two dragonet attacks and you're still ready for more." He continued keep an eye out, watching carefully as the single minded blue found Rennin and Impressed... with a rock being set beside her as well. "I'll keep that promise for the food too." Interesting dragon, but maybe there was a meaning behind it, and meant that Rennin was going to be alright now that she was able to leave the Sands. Unfortunately, Ondine also Impressed to the pale, gutsy little pink who'd stared down the red with very little hesitation. Lost our Healer, but I can see there's others coming, that's a relief. "Congratulations, Ondine." He told her with a smile, still wondering why that blue eyed girl just... gave him the same feeling that being stared down by a Red probably would've.
Others Impressed, including the Red and Green who'd gone through and tore wounds in several Candidates, reminding him all the more that, though Dragon and Human were to co-exist in a tight partnership, they were still dangerous beasts in the long run and had to be kept under watch. "Looks like we're in the clear so far, the Red and that Green're out with their chosen." A smile of relief, full and genuine, came about once Saia's Impression came- to the little pink who'd been eagerly chasing her tail and running circles around everyone else when the mood had struck her. With Sparkle and Saia's genuinely happy go lucky personality, that dragon would have no trouble fitting in.
"Congratulations, Saia." He told her warmly, knowing full well that Nana was going to be absolutely ecstatic when she learned that her role model had impressed a pink dragon.
Grey eyes turned to the remaining dragons, noting a Purple, a Green, and a Pink, as well as the five eggs that had yet to hatch. All the eggs were moving, which meant no duds, thankfully, and still a good amount of candidates left on the sands. He breathed a little easier, knowing that the two dangerous ones were in their Weyrlings' care now... and kicked himself silently for thinking that. Watch, the last five eggs will hatch and they'll all be red, and then what are you going to do? Aside from get mauled along with several other candidates, anyway.
Eight left on the Sands who had to find their life partner, and more than eight candidates remaining hopeful. Rhikail was ignoring him too, especially when he gestured slightly to where the Healers were preparing to give aid to those who'd been wounded. Stubborn girl, he thought with a light frown and returned his attention to the clutch mother who's brood still remained on the Sands. [/size]
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Kestrel
Wingrider
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Post by Kestrel on Mar 26, 2012 22:04:05 GMT -5
While the occasional loud crack from other eggs would sometimes draw her startled attention away, Kalikondra almost immediately resumed watching the struggle between the black and red dragonets. She wanted to believe that he was strong and fast enough that the red wouldn’t be able to kill him for his act of bravery, and she did believe in him, but shards…that red wasn’t a nice one, and even Kaliko had to worry for him.
And then at last, the fateful moment came—the red bucked, and his infant claws slipped from her back, and Kaliko watched him arcing through the air. When he spread his wings, twisting to right himself, she could almost imagine he was flying. And did he ever have some large wings for his body! The black landed on his feet, and she hissed another cheer under her breath and pumped her fist again, willing him to go faster and for the red to stumble as the chase began. She barely even noticed the candidates who were being knocked this way and that due to the weaving dragonets; they were only a nuisance at the moment, impeding her ability to see what was going on.
She lost the black in the crowd for a moment. Kaliko twisted and stood up as tall as she could, bringing her eye level above the heads of most of the candidates around her, and after a moment of fervent scanning, she caught sight of the black again—heading right for her. Kaliko prepared to leap out of his way, and perhaps to try to find the red, and block her if she tried to follow; she was sure that would lead to some nasty injuries, but better that than the brave black dying! Sooner her skin under the vicious teeth and claws than smooth, baby black hide.
But before she could get out of the way, he had already collided with her legs, almost as though he had been trying. She stared down at him, suddenly paralyzed by a strange feeling that she didn’t understand. She hadn’t felt this way when the green had bumped into her earlier. And then she heard it—no, him. She heard him. RUN. Your Gabith needs you to run! To the food! To Deretsoth! And Dilath! RUN, KALIKONDRA, RUN!
He didn’t have to tell her twice. “My Gabith?” A grin spread over her face even as she ran just behind him, sandals sending sand flying out behind her as she easily followed. “Wait, wait. As in…I’m your rider now? Seriously?” She had never smiled so wide, even as they fled what very well could have been bloody death on their heels. Yes, yes, just keep moving! The black ignored Kaliko’s jubilation behind him, moving with single-minded intensity toward safety for them both. Kaliko never stopped running, but she did leap into the air now and then while they ran, unable to contain her elation.
Both of them were panting by the time they reached the food tables where the other new weyrlings had assembled, through rather than go straight to the food itself, Gabith moved between Kaliko and the vast hatching sands, head low and hackles raised, ready to defend her in case Alitapth had followed them. Though clearly, she had not. Kaliko looked down at her dragon with eyebrows raised. “Hey, if that red and her anger issues did follow us out here, I could take care of myself, you know? Give her a good punch in the nose, that’s what I’d do.” She grinned, punching a fist into her open palm to demonstrate.
The black seemed to snort in her mind. Not a chance, mine. I won’t have you losing your fingers.
She shrugged. “They don’t come off that easy, you know. Nearly lost ‘em more than once!”
Then perhaps you shouldn’t push your luck.[/color] There was a stubbornness in his tone that made it clear he wasn’t budging on the issue, but Kaliko just shrugged and chuckled.
“Well, it don’t matter anyway, right? Guess she found her rider after all! She should be able to keep her in check.”
The black stared out at the sands for another long moment, out at his sister with her new rider, and seemed to relax. In that case, I suppose it is safe to eat now. Let us go.[/color] Kaliko turned and walked toward the other weyrlings, pride evident in her every step. She spotted Odowen and realized he must have impressed as well, which drew an even wider grin from the girl, and she immediately led her black over toward where he was feeding his…was that a blue? No, wait. Cyan? It looked more like a cyan.
“Hey, congrats Odowen! Or whatever your name is now,” she said with a grin, making to punch him in the shoulder. “This is Gabith! Isn’t he awesome?” The black just snorted at her praise, nudging her hand with his nose until she picked up a big slab of meat and fed it into his waiting jaws.
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Well, at least he hadn’t been attacked again. Trying to look on the bright side when his legs were torn open and bleeding seemed pretty stupid to Viyeri, but if there was one thing he always tried to appreciate, it was not being dead. And he was at least ninety percent sure he wasn’t—not yet, anyway. Shards. He wondered how long he would be expected to stand as a candidate—could he really go through this again? He had heard dragon hatchings could be dangerous, but he hadn’t thought they were this bad. How could he put himself through this again, and again, until he was able to find some sort of trade to work in the weyr?
His smarting legs were making it unappealing to think too much right now, so he turned his mind away from such thoughts at the moment. He could deal with that later, after he’d been given some treatment, shard it. For now, he turned back to watching the hatching dragons.
It was mostly females, now, and some of them didn’t seem too nice. That green, mainly. Shells, she wasn’t going to go on a rampage too, was she? No, it didn’t look like it—her mean streak seemed restricted to conversation. At least those pinks seemed sweet enough; Viyeri watched them move around and try to talk to each other with some amusement, which helped take his mind off the pain in his legs. And oh, a purple had hatched too—he was a handsome little fellow, and a ladies’ man from the looks of things, what with how he lead that pink away and gave her…was that a rock? Apparently dragons liked rocks. This batch of dragonets seemed pretty all right by him.
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Ruin
Wingrider
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Post by Ruin on Mar 26, 2012 22:22:01 GMT -5
”He said something struck him on the head and laid him flat, unconscious as I remember, because he woke up next to this gigantic canine—who seems to be disinclined to leave him be.” Sebol couldn’t help himself the mirthful smile at the mutt’s look and attempts to convince the Dolphineer that it was all for the best. That dedication earned the beast an appreciative pat on his bulky side. Now that Atenna was there to properly harass the Dolphineer, Sebol leaned back, mindful of two lumps: One was the overly-large form of Vow, who wouldn’t be able to latch onto him like so for much longer, the other was tucked against his warm abdomen and distinctly firelizard-shaped. ”Her man? I do hope you remember how incensed you were about how she treated her man and promptly whisked him away. Which would make him your man—or would—if he hadn’t been similarly whisked away by someone else.”
There, see if the man could make sense of that, he’d need to fight off Atenna to convince her otherwise if he gave a poor showing. Not to mention that wine would probably be the worst for him at this particular moment. Taking the opportunity to watch the Hatching himself, while canine and Herder kept the Dolphineer occupied, Sebolaren watched Saia walk off the sands with her partner, a smile on her face—and on his.
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From void of all life to full of it, the sands seemed teeming with the young eggwet fledglings now! Dora watched them all quietly, amused and pleased by their movements and antics now that there was no threat from their confusion. Pinks, and Greens, and even a Purple! Dancing colours like wildflowers in a meadow and as every one of them showed their distinctive personalities she tugged at Elly’s hand to draw attention to it. Could she see as her sister did? Sometimes Dora was convinced that they both saw the world so differently, but certainly her twin could see this! The lovely dragonets and all the possibility! Ah, now this is what she had expected the hatching to be like, standing with hope in the heart instead of worry and fear.
When one of the little Pinks came closer to stare up and measure her, Dora tried to remain still, but it was hard to keep that nervous flutter from her chest, and the little fledgling did not find what she sought in the girl anyway. Oh! Even to be measured by dragons was thrilling, and she rarely found thrills in her safe little garden. She wasn’t worried anymore, not for herself, and really not for her Elly either—Saia had stood many times before finding her match, and surely Elly would wait forever for hers. As long as they could be together, everything would turn out right in the end. Elidora wasn’t the betting type, but on this she would place every mark!
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Sakoru
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Post by Sakoru on Mar 26, 2012 22:29:46 GMT -5
Mine, do you think it would be dangerous to steal all the babies, and train them to steal other babies, and do stunts, and--
"Tigreath?"
It's a great idea, Mine! I could have a whole army of stuntdragons, and it would be totally wicked and dangerous and I would be the only one ever to do it and I would have millions of friends and-- Tigreath warbled excitedly and whirled in a circle, then slapped her paws on the ground in front of her and waggled her rear in the air much like a very large blue puppy. Her rider lifted a brow, and smacked her affectionately on the nose.
"I was going to say that your brain has dissolved if you think you'd have a hope of stealing any of the babies off the Sands, but saying that we'll be late if you keep twirling works too. Do you want to see Kalith and Waroth's hatchlings or talk about pilfering them?" Xiro'el scratched a bright blue eyeridge, and his lifemate crooned contentedly, lowering her head onto the ground before another burst of energy hit her and she spun about. Long forked tail following its owner's movement, it smacked into Xiro and sent him sprawling. Tigreath completely failed to pay attention and instead bounded to the ledge of their weyr. From here she could see the whole Bowl, and the Sands were over there, and her rider was so slow!
MIIINE! Why are you slow? Hurry up, we'll miss the Hatching, you're being too slooooow! Ooh, babies were being born and they were missing it and Hers was so slow and she'd never-- a mental smack silenced that train of thought, and Xiro took the moment of quiet to spring onto his dragon's neck and slap her striped hide. "Away with you, scatterbrained beast! To the Hatching Sands, where many gangly babies await!" And away they went in a blur of colour, streaking off across the Bowl to swirl into the Sands along with most of the Weyr's other dragons. Backwinging carefully, Tigreath landed them in a good spot on a ledge, and they set to watching the Hatching. At least, the cyan did -- her interest was entirely absorbed by the hatching dragonets and she observed them with much enthusiasm.
Xiro, however, while intrigued by the babies, had seen this before (as had Tigreath though she didn't remember) and he was far more interested in locating someone in particular. These hatchlings would definitely be seen again in later days assuming none of them got obliterated in some fashion, but that was rare enough that he wasn't too worried. True, it had happened to Sebol's dragon... and he really wasn't sure what to think about that. For now, however, he had overarching concerns that had nothing to do with Sebolaren. No, this time he sought Raksha in the crowd of white-robed candidates below. It took him a few moments to find her -- there, bundled up in the pale robes like all her peers, waiting on the hot Sands as he had, so long ago. Seems like yesterday, doesn't it, Tigs? Do you remember Impressing to me?
Of course! I was racing Zaldith! That's like the only thing I remember ever. And then I landed on you and of course now you're all mine forever. Mine, mine, mine! That was the most dangerous thing ever! Well, not really. I'm totally more dangerous now, don't you think? I'm the most wicked dangerous dragon ever! Puffing up with pride, the cyan rustled her wings and flicked her tail joyfully upon the ledge. She, like the dragons around her, was humming enthusiastically, but occasionally she forgot to keep up the sound and had to clue in again.
You're way too talkative is what you are. Silly thing. Silly, and clueless -- she crooned at her rider affectionately and then went back to watching the hatchlings. Heaving a soft sigh, Xiro returned his gaze to Raksha. Oh, he hoped she Impressed -- even if she wasn't talking to him at the moment, he wanted her to be happy. He also wanted her to listen to him, but one out of two wouldn't be bad. Maybe if she got a dragon he could get Tigreath to chatter at it endlessly until the pair of them surrendered and Raksha would speak to him again, if only so that he would call his dragon off and make her shut up? Just a theory, but he hoped he wouldn't have to use it. Annoying her was not exactly something he wanted to do at this moment.
There were few times when Charleron felt truly sorry for her raging dragon. Serasrigoth did not invite pity; indeed she was so harsh and uncaring that even her rider was rarely inclined to feel a great deal of sympathy for her. Being privy to all of the condemning thoughts in Sera's head was not necessarily a good thing. But on Hatching Day -- any Hatching Day -- the redrider was softer with her red. It was one of the few times when they really, honestly accepted their bond, fully and mutually. My beautiful one, do you really want to go? Charleron gazed up into her red's face, into the great whirling orange eyes. So rarely did their colours fade to green or blue... so angry Serasrigoth was, and on rare occasion the redrider couldn't blame her.
Charleron. The dark head lowered, and the large eyes spun a little slower as they almost leveled with the woman's. I will be fine. I am not delicate and I do not mourn the past. Leave it be. Sera lifted her head again and turned, approaching the ledge of their weyr and extending a foreleg for her rider. Come. We have a Hatching to watch.
Though she knew her red was lying, the wingrider offered no argument and instead climbed up the limb offered. Settling into place upon the dragon's neck, Charleron offered a slight nudge, and the broad wings spread to carry them both to the Hatching Sands. As soon as they swooped through the opening down into the gloom of the cavern, the redrider felt her dragon tense. There were too many other dragons here, but that wasn't the problem. No, it was the eggs, and the sight of blood-red Waroth crouched over them. A ripple of aching loss passed from Sera to her rider, and then was hastily blocked. Charleron made no mention of it, instead pretending she had noticed nothing. Take that spot there, she ordered, and Serasrigoth obeyed, gliding to a spot and settling down. Charleron slid down from her neck, ignoring her surroundings completely. There would be no trouble today -- it was Hatching Day, and for now she had to be here for her mourning red. Not that said dragon would ever admit that she was mourning -- indeed, she was a pillar of silence beside her rider, watching the hatchlings emerge and bond without a change in expression. The rider shook her head and rested her hand on Serasrigoth's leg. Tell me if it's too much, she said, and the red scoffed.
It will never be too much. Be silent, Charleron. I wish to watch the Hatching.
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Post by Alec on Mar 26, 2012 22:40:23 GMT -5
During the brief time between Impressions, Altol was torn. He really should go to see Laushi, but what if that caused him to miss out on Impressing his dragon? Oh, shard it all! Why should I be thinking about this? He shook his head. Why should he still be here and not with his friend? He sighed heavily, and watched the Impression of Lorenth and Sakalas.
Giving a final shake of his head at his selfishness, he turned to go and join his friend when the black weaved past him, and the red knocked him over from following him. He got up quickly, in case the red was still nearby, but was relieved when she Impressed as well as the black.
With that, he moved off of his position on the Sands and headed to where Laushi was at. He knew more Impressions had been made when the people in the Stands began to cheer, but he didn't care at the moment. Once he was there, he put a hand on Laushi's good shoulder and smiled at him.
"I'm glad to see you're still alive here." he joked. "Don't worry, Laushi. You're dragon's out there. You won't have spilled blood without a reason." With that, he sat down next to his friend and continued to watch from his spot on the Sands, looking for any dragon that could Impress itself to Laushi.
T'von, too, had his eyes on a particular individual. Viyeri. He had been there with Teri. T'ris Moruluth informed him. ...T'ris when he had gotten mauled. Being supportive. Just like he had during Naireth's Hatching.
He smiled and had to make sure that he talked to the boy. Anyone who was willing to be there for T'ris was a friend in his book. Thankfully, though, both the red and green Impressed, so hopefully this bloodshed would be over. The cyan that had been standing still Impressed also, as did another dragon, though he couldn't tell if it was a blue or another cyan.
He clapped for each one, and smiled at he ones he knew. Certainly they would all make great pairs. And hopefully the girl who Impressed the red would be able to control her to where no more harm was done. Cloud though, was getting bored with it all. He liked to see all the Bigones finding theirs, but there was nothing to do now that Other had a Bigone, too.
Sensing his flitt's feelings, T'von waved Cloud off to go find T'ris. He did warn him to be mindful of the Weyrlingmaster, and if he was told to do so, he was to return immediately back to him, no complaining expected. Without going between, Cloud flew off of His's shoulder and searched for T'ris.
T'von refocused his attention back on the Hatching, and was just in time to see the last of Waroth's Impress. It didn't take much time for Raincloud to find Other, but he did find them shortly after Lorenth and Saia had made it. He landed on T'ris's shoulder and crooned, rubbing his head into the boy's cheek and sending him feelings of happiness and how proud he was.
He then gave a whistle and hopped over on Schrodith's back, nearly becoming one with the dragon in color, and began examining him similar to the way he had with Moruluth. After he was done, he sent happy thoughts to the black and how glad he was to have an OtherOne.
T'von couldn't help it, but when he saw the purple hatch, he immediately thought of how Moruluth performed in a similar way when he was hatched. I was no such way! His purple gave him a mental shove. Indeed you were. Almost exactly the same way, actually. T'von sent the young purple images of him harassing Halventh.
Moruluth snorted, but knew it to be true. While he didn't remember it himself, the images were too detailed to be faked by His. Shaking his head, T'von watched the purple, nearly missing another Impression by doing so, and began to wonder who he would Impress to.
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Post by Kila on Mar 27, 2012 0:14:48 GMT -5
Tremayne draw back away from Viyeri with a nod when his roommate claimed to be fine despite the mauling. Even still, he hovered close enough that he could lunge and catch him if he fainted from loss of blood. It seemed that Viyeri would have relied on the boy next to him, but alas the scared-looking Candidate had impressed. Tremayne was glad in a way: glad that Teriss was gone and that Viyeri was still there. Even though they loathed each other by principle, Tremayne was probably closer to Viyeri than anyone else in the Weyr. He wouldn’t let him know that, of course!
Tremayne was greatly relieved when the violent green finally impressed, and to one of the girls at that. There hadn’t been too many cross impressions with the boys, which he was thankful for. He knew that they did happen- just being in Dalibor made that pretty clear- but he had always imagined impressing a male. He wouldn’t be disappointed if he impress a female, he had decided early on in his Candidacy, for he was in no position to be picky. He was even more relieved when the killer Red dragonet impressed. With the two volatile females off the Sands, he felt a little safer. But impressions meant fewer dragonets left to impress.
Feeling a little anxious, Tremayne did a mediocre job of hiding his disappointment when the vigilante Black chose one of the girls. He had admired the hatchling’s bravery and hoped he might notice. But no, why would a brave dragon want me? he thought, attacking himself. Two Cyans wove among the boys, and even though he would have been more excited if they were a little more Blue than Green, his heart beat faster. Neither, however, had a glance to spare for him and walked of the Sands happily with their lifemates. The next few dragonets to flock forward were females as well, Pinks and Greens. A Green wouldn’t be so bad, he told himself. Let someone laugh- even a Pink could eat them… maybe a dark, handsome-looking Pink…. He stared at the Sands with a pained expression on his face. One of the Greens walked calmly through and glanced at him, but she left him feeling rather cold as she walked away, uninterested.
It was the Purple that stopped his self-loathing. How could anyone keep from laughing? Tremayne watched with curiosity and then amusement as he saved one sister and taunted another, ending by leading her on a wild wherry chase around the Sands. He marveled at how much personality these dragonets had displayed having only just hatched. He knew that dragons had their own personalities, but the older ones he had seen were more subdued. These children were out of control. They have more personality than most people I’ve met, he decided with a short burst of laughter, making his strapped-in stomach jiggle dangerously.
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Post by laushi on Mar 27, 2012 1:10:11 GMT -5
Candidates were dropping like flies now, but in a good way instead of a result-of-an-homicidal-hatchling kind of way. It appeared like some kind of switch had flipped and the event was now in full swing, eggs shattered two at a time now and although several had impressed already a handful more unimpressed dragons wandered the sands. Two greens, two pinks and a purple now wandered unimpressed…as far as he could tell anyway. One of the greens appeared rather grumpy, but nothing as bad as the pale green or the wicked red.
Kaliko chased the little brave black off the sands with a grin, giving Laushi the impression she had…well impressed. Good for her, a happy ending..they both deserved one! The thought caused him to grin for the first time despite his pain and slight concern over if more mauling waited in the wings at this event. Morndag was alright and had appeared to get his message, Laushi couldn’t find Ieco at the moment and wondered if he had impressed without him noticing…or if he boy was just hidden someplace in the now thinning line of candidates. Even the bully Tremayne appeared to be alright, and although Laushi did not have pleasant thoughts when it came to the husky boy…he certainly didn’t wish for the other guy to get mauled or anything of the sort. Although many might not believe it, Laushi would have bled and taken injury to protect Tremayne if he had fallen as well. It was his duty...a penance for past failure.
Seta responded to his comment about bravery with a remark that he could say the same thing about Laushi’s valor in the face of personal injury and it made the black haired boy smile. That was one way to look at it, but for Laushi it had little to do with bravery or his being ‘ready for more’…his actions never were a matter of choice but an act of instinct. The desire to protect and be a guardian and responsible for those around him was a part of his personality so ingrained…that not moving to take action and aid an innocent or fallen individual was simply not an option.
He had failed twice to protect people he loved, Laushi would not fail to protect those who need it again without having died in the attempt…he was determined to see that personal oath to himself through to the end. Seta also remarked that he had been serious about the food and that made Laushi smile, good…he could respect a man who said what he meant and followed through with a promise regardless of how frivolous that promise might be. ”I respect a man who can follow through. We should…find a way to talk and spend time relaxing in a less…tense way later.”
While this was happening a couple more dragons impressed, and Laushi made note of this although he didn’t know most of the candidates-turned weyrlings. His roommate was approaching, and Laushi wondered if that was a good idea. As he remembered it was best to remain still if possible during a hatching, Laushi himself had moved when he was forced to due to injuries and an emergency call to protect the fallen (and had NOT moved when he had to as well resulting in his second set of injuries) but he wasn’t going to move around unless he had to. That didn’t mean he was ungrateful for the gesture, even the hand on his good shoulder was appreciated after a fashion regardless of the fact Laushi normally preferred not to be touched.
The other boy’s words made him smile softly, appreciative but with wry doubt in his expression. It was nice of Altolec to say, but in his heart he knew that such a thing was unlikely and becoming increasingly impossible with each impression. Devath had been sure it was what he was destined for, Laushi was not so positive. But he had gone from having nothing, to having a purpose once again..and friends… and that alone was enough to make the experience of candidacy worth the journey. ”Right back at you Altolec. But, I already have my reason and reward, the girls got off the sands alive. My blood cannot be wasted.” he said softly not wanting to disturb the hatchlings wandering and the dragonic mothers, he smiled at Altolec and then caught a slight motion out of the corner of his eye.
Laushi noticed that the healer was now gesturing for him to approach, and did so carefully and slowly. He didn’t like what L’kie was saying about having to get off the sands if his wounds still bled, even if Laushi did not believe he would impress..he wanted to see things through to the end and remain a sort of…reassurance to Morndag, and any of those who cared about him. ”I would prefer to see this to the end if I can Sir.” he said very softly. Laushi obediently removed his hand and the sash, lifting the robe up past the bite on his hip so the healer could get a look. He was wearing underclothes so it wasn’t ‘indecent’ exposure of any kind, of course he had to pull up one side of that as well so the bite could be seen clearly…Laushi tried not to think about the crowd and all the other candidates around him.
Blushing would not help matters at the moment. As for the bite… It wasn’t so much bleeding anymore as oozing slightly due to the fabric being pulled away (which had stung badly and Laushi grit his teeth), but it would need a few stitches after the hatching in order to close and heal properly. The shallow gashes on his leg had stopped bleeding and now stung, but posed no danger…drying blood coated the sides and back of one leg, while still tacky and semi-wet blood coated the opposite hip and down that leg. He looked a mess, but would live. The bath he would have to take at the end of this…would be very unpleasant though!
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Post by Frangipani on Mar 27, 2012 1:31:32 GMT -5
Odowen, or O’wen now he supposed, reached the other weyrlings and the dragon feeding area successfully, albeit slowly. He shook his head vaguely, still unused to his new name and he laughed generously as Pirith again stumbled and sprawled. It wasn’t a mean laugh, it was simply one of amusement. In this case she had been attempting to pick her way through some fallen piles of meat and tripped, being distracted momentarily by his thoughts. O’wen went back to her and, still not used to mindspeak, said aloud “Don’t worry, I’ve got it” He couldn’t help the grin on his face as he moved the pile out of her way and helped his little dragonet up off the floor. He grabbed some meat for Pirith and held it in front of her nose. Oooh, O’wenOwnMine! Thankyou! She trilled into his mind happily and set about eating the food, truly starving now.
O’wen stood up and looked about at the other newly impressed candidates and he grinned as he noticed a familiar face coming over to him. He allowed her to punch him and he responded in kind, punching her lightly on the arm. “O’wen now apparently! I can’t get used to it! Congrats yourself!! A black, nice – maybe we’ll be in the same Wing when we graduate!” He was excited. There was no denying it. He would be a weyrling with his friend and that was truly brilliant as far as he was concerned. He looked back towards the sands and hoped Ieco would impress too, although he was also pretty stoked Teriss, or whatever he was called now, had also impressed. O’wen shrugged. He would look for his roommate later. He glanced down at Gabrith and Kaliko mentioned her bonded and smiled. He was cool, but nowhere near as cool as Pirith. The Cyan glanced towards him as he thought this and beamed at him happily before looking around for the blurs Hers was now talking to. Seeing a smallish black one she decided to see if she could use this nose thing. She approached the black cautiously, her meat now eaten, and sniffed tentatively at him as though testing this new form of navigation. O’wen watched her progress with a smile “This is Pirith” He said, gesturing to his Cyan. “She is just the sweetest cutest little dwagon evaw!” He would have hugged her if she weren’t busy. As it was he beamed back at Kaliko. “So what do you think’ll happen now?”
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Post by Gray on Mar 27, 2012 2:24:27 GMT -5
Seven watched with the others as the eggs hatched. Girls. More girls. He was surprised that there had been so few males so far! Five, so far, by his counting. Though he may be wrong. Still, he admired those whom hatched. While he wasn't highly into aesthetics, unless they were runners of course, they were pretty. The palest pink looked injured, but she wasn't. She just happened to be born with peculiar markings. That was one thing that amused him about dragons. You could not predict their appearance, like you could other animals. The dam and the sire didn't add or remove much when it came to colors and appearance. True, there were some dragons that only a Queen and King pair could have, but the actual hue and such were random.
Letting his gaze wander over the eager faces around him, he felt a bit out of place. True, he aspired to be a rider. True he aspired to be the best rider. But at the same time, he wasn't as hopeful. He could always return home with his herd if this was not meant to be. That thought left him unsettled. He wanted to be the best, but he wasn't truly focused. Frowning at himself, he forced himself to focus once again on Kalith's children.
The patched green was not chattering with her sister, instead focused. Focused on her prize. He admired such a trait. Especially in someone who had been in the world only a few moments. The rusty egg's inhabitant was far chattier. The Tip-toed green made Seven wince a bit. She didn't seem to want her obviously bewildered sister go. She was loud. Far too loud. The moment he caught sight of the second pink's hide, he hissed under his breath. Until she broke fully out, he thought she was another red. Foolish, he admitted to himself, for she was not the proper color. But her hide was eerily similar. Her personality was certainly pink though. It practically screamed it as she started to follow her patched sister. She quickly impressed to a girl though, and Seven clapped, though not for long.
The third largest egg was shaking, in fact it seems all of them were shuddering and shaking. The purple that roared to life was, well, odd. Plain and simple. He sounded like he was laughing something Seven was sure dragons did not do. Why would a dragon laugh? He was a little, clumsy thing though, and Seven turned his attention from him. He was odd. Far too odd. Well, at least Seven tried to look away. But the purple was compelling to watch.
His jokes and japes were, in the least, amusing for the time being. Not malicious just... Annoying. Seven didn't like him much. He frowned at the purple as he bothered the Tip-Toe green and the Slashed pink. He even had the audacity to sweep the pink away! This purple certainly seemed to have a way with the ladies. If Seven knew other purples, he would assume that flirting was part of their thing their purple-y traits. Seven could not yet decipher if the purple was being cruel to his Tip-toed sister or not.
It was when the Patched green's eyes fell on him that he froze. For a moment he felt like a convict before a judge. Like ice had pierced through his heart. For a moment, he felt how others might feel around him. Judged. Weighed. Measured. And certainly found wanting. He turned his head a bit and followed her. Well, he felt rejected. For a moment he pouted to himself. But he continued to follow her until she found her pairbond among the girls. Ignoring the two on the sands, he diverted his attention to the fearful little pink. She was oddly calming to watch. There was no judgment or anger in her that he could tell, no bursts of energy. Just a bit of fear. That was better than watching the green and purple try to out ruckus each other.
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 27, 2012 10:32:19 GMT -5
For a minute, the sands were virtually empty; then suddenly, shells were breaking everywhere. Pink, green, green, pink, purple; just like that, half the remaining clutch was on the sands and interacting. It was absolutely fascinating to Ieco, who watched with keen eyes as they talked to and quite often distressed each other, and a chuckle escaped him when the purple burst upon the scene and rescued the little pink.
At least this time he didn't get pounced on, but it was a little disheartening that two more dragonets chose girls, and the other pink - at least for the moment - was investigating the ladies as well. Ieco was quite happy for them, truly, but the most interest he'd engendered in any dragonet today was from the pink who had gone on to Impress Saia. The boys might as well not be here, he thought with a wry smile, knowing it wasn't true; four boys had Impressed, and purples almost always chose men as well. Then, too, there were five eggs yet to hatch. There was still a chance for him, and for his friends.
Speaking of his friends, it was brilliant to see that the green who had passed over all of them had chosen Odelle! He clapped for her, bestowing a delighted grin on her. It didn't matter if he Impressed now, or ever, as long as he could see his friends walk off the sands with dragonets.
With the crowd thinning, he dared to move, edging past several other Candidates to hover over Laushi. "Doing all right, there?" he asked, glad to see that his friend hadn't expired in the meantime.
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As Delilah washed and bandaged her wounds, Saia continued feeding Poissoth, who could barely sit still despite her gnawing hunger. W'al's words were met with sparkling mischief. He's silly! I like it! How could I eat after I felt full? If I'm full, I can't eat. Could you eat if you were full?[/i] she demanded of Dilath, her interest quite suddenly flicking over to the paler pink. Saia laughed and stroked her dragonet's head, giving her another bit of wherry to chow down on, and grinned at Ondine. Pink rangers!
They were not to remain the only pinkweyrlings for long, however. Two more hatched, and one of them Impressed Analucia? Saia craned her neck back to look at the sands, and for a moment, still slightly out of it thanks to Impression endorphins and the trauma she'd gone through, thought it was a red. This got a snort out of Poissoth. She's too small to be a red! She's a pink. Reds are big.[/i] Really, this was all so self-evident, it was astonishing to Poissoth that some people didn't understand the world around them.
In this case, she was quite right, and Saia laughed in relief. "I told her she'd be next," she cheered, waving to Analucia. "They can come sit by us."
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A flicker of near-red arrested Atenna's gaze for a moment, but it was another pink, not another red. Then she focused on Ekuda, a chuckle bursting out of her at his words. Oh, he was silly. And definitely concussed. It would be a shame to drag him off to the infirmary just now, with so few eggs left to hatch, but she was a healer of a sort, and she couldn't ignore him either.
"Not mine, but I know his owner," she said, blithely ignoring both the hair comment and the apology. "You can't have any wine." But she did sit down next to him and give Vigilance a kind tug away, so Ekuda could calm down and watch the "festivities." His words made her eyebrows rise, and she said, "You mean I can have my man back? You must be ill." Sebolaren's helpful words made her nod, and she asked the Dolphineer, "Where were you hit, exactly? Are you bleeding?"
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Post by Ondine on Mar 27, 2012 13:06:56 GMT -5
Rennin had gone the way of the infirmary, along with a bucket of meat for her new dragonet. Ondine sighed with relief for several reasons. First, Rennin would be able to rest and get proper treatment there. Second, it was a comfortable place for a dragonet to sleep. Finally, it allowed Ondine to move on from treating her like a patient and get to doing other things. More important things, perhaps? Like feeding her little bundle of pink joy. Yes! Much more important! Feed me so that we can move on to other things. What other things do you do, Belovedmine?
Ondine felt as though her smile was a permanent fixture of her face, something that simply wouldn't go away. Dilath was on the ground, her tail pounding out a constant and steady beat, her mouth quite frankly preoccupied with eating wherry. Sure, she usually smiled a lot, but right now her smile hurt! And she didn't care! I am feeding you! I've been feeding you since we got off of the Sands. As for what I do, mostly practice my dragonhealer skills at the infirmary and...go out and find people to be friends with.
Dilath was a bundle of happy joy at the moment. Her person was talking to her, she was learning such great things, and her brothers and sisters were coming off the sands! Hopefully Alitapth's person would hold her more violent urges in check. And the same went for Lorenth. The two, quite frankly, were just too violent. Poissoth, however, was another dragonet that she could play with and have fun with! She mulled over the question for about...half a second before she was cheerfully tearing into another piece of wherry. If I wanted to, sure! But that's silly, why would I want to eat if I were full, unless it was to prove a point? After all, if she wanted to do something, she was going to do it! Maybe she should eat until she wasn't hungry, and then eat some more.
Ondine chuckled, shooting a grin and a thumbs-up back at Saia. But she just couldn't pass up on that idea that had just formed in Dilath's head. She rubbed Dilath's head. Silly Dilath, if you did that, then you would feel badly, overeating leads to your tail swelling up and pain. Dilath frowned, competing feelings about pain and being told she shouldn't do something swelling up. Finally...Maybe just once. You never know until you try! Besides, if there's pain, you'll take care of me, right Ondine? The little dragonet stopped eating and stared up at Ondine with love and hope.
The apprentice healer was abruptly at a loss. Of course she would take care of Dilath! But she was also human, and had no desire to clean up after the purge that would come. How was she supposed to say no to that face, those sparkling eyes? But she should! She had to! Somehow. Of course I'll take care of you whenever there's pain, but why do it? Dilath snorted, as though the answer was obvious, and her tone suggested that it was. To experience it, of course! I can't know how bad it is until I've done it! Besides, maybe all that extra food will make me grow bigger, and I can do more things with you once I'm bigger!
Ondine snorted. Oh dear. Her dragon was going to be a handful, wanting to do everything. She just knew it. But before she could respond to that, Dilath yawned sleepily, and abruptly laid her head right down in Ondine's lap. But all of that can come another day. I need to...see what sleep is like. And before Ondine could say anything, Dilath was off.
She couldn't help it. She laughed. She was just going to have to be a bad healer and overfeed Dilath sooner as opposed to later. She just had this feeling that she wasn't going to have the heart to stop her when it wouldn't hurt her in the long run, and she just seemed so dead set on overfeeding. And then she'd have to ask W'al how to say no to a dragon. Actually...he was right there, anyways. "How do you say no to a dragon? When it's not really bad, just a stupid idea? And she's really set on it?" Every rider seemed to have different challenges, was this one her's? How to stop Dilath from doing stupid things because she wanted to?
...well, to be fair, how many times had Ondine done stupid things? Maybe they were two of a kind...
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Post by aikastarr on Mar 27, 2012 19:24:59 GMT -5
The Green from Waroth’s clutch Impressed without much incident, and Odelle clapped quietly in congratulations. Her mental attention now freed, she was able to shake herself for a moment before looking up to find the red and black gone. Eyes widening in mild panic, she turned her head to and fro, attempting to find the two in hopes of getting out of the way. It didn’t take long, for the Candidates seemed to be parting like curtains, allowing the black to zip through, the raging red hot on his heels. She wisely stepped out of the way as the sub-queen barreled past her, making a mental note to never try to get within a dragonlength of her. Thankfully, both Impressed, the Black seeming to be urging His off the sands as fast as possible and the Red looking as if she was getting quite the reprimanding.
Her eyes strayed away from the quickly-extinguished scene to the aloof cyan, who was quickly accompanied by another cyan after she Impressed. This one, however, seemed to have some sort of vision problem, for she was bumbling about and appeared to have forgotten how to walk properly! A smile flashed across her face at the adorableness that the Cyan encompassed. Happily, she Impressed to a fellow Candidate, and the young woman’s claps were as small and polite as before. Her hopes were still high, yes, but not quite as high as they were at the beginning. A good number of the dragonets had already hatched and Impressed without giving her so much as the bat of an eye. Soon, that little pink from Waroth’s clutch was bounding around and Impressing to, once again, not her.
Suddenly, a flurry of egg shells exploded and cracked from across the sands, and in the eggs’ places was two greens, two pinks, and – wouldn’t you know it – a purple. The lighter of the two greens had quite the interesting eye patch, the darker with rather attractive toes; both the pinks were adorable, although the lighter of the two looked like she had been prenatally mauled, which distressed Odelle. The purple was gorgeous in color, but she didn’t have high hopes for Impressing him; she knew that only a couple of female sub-king riders existed. While they were all beautiful, Odelle had to admit that the greens were. . . rather rude. Both seemed to be unable to do anything but bully and insult, for the lighter green obviously hurt both of the pinks’ feelings, and the darker green was busy talking over the darker pink. But suddenly, the purple was poking fun at the pretty-toed green, and a goose chase after him ensued. The light pink was escorted towards the Candidates, but she seemed confused about the whole world. The Candidate’s gaze softened at the sight of the pink’s big, confused eyes. She was adorable. She could easily see herself with-
Odelle, you are perfect. Feed your wise Malith. [/color] Her train of thought was cut off when her chances of Imrpessing that pink were. She looked down. The green with the pretty eye-patch sat before her, her eyes whirling with the rainbows of Impression. Looked like Ieco was right! She turned around, easily finding Girieth’s form among the crowds. Flashing the Blue a wide smile, she maneuvered her way off the Sands to the feeding areas. The one you called Ieco? Hopeless. Don’t bother trying to change that. It is final.[/color] Odelle stopped, looked down, and gave Malith a strange look. “Wait. What are you going on about?” she asked, obviously a bit bewildered. The green, walking ahead of her, gave a nonchalant dragon-shrug. All I’m saying is that he – not to mention half of the Candidates out there still – aren’t worth the trouble of helping. Particularly she who mocks eye patches.[/color] She snorted, obviously not satisfied with what she had seen out on the sands. The new Weyrling shook her head a bit, following after her bulky-looking dragonet to the meat. It didn’t take long for Malith to balk at the sight of Alitapth, nostrils flaring and eyes whirling in violent oranges. Oh great. The cherry with the memory of a gnat,[/color] the judgmental green declared a bit loudly. A good portion of the dragonets – including the subject of her scrutiny – most likely heard her. Mortified, enraged, and terrified all at once at her bonded, Odelle practically lunged for her dragon, scrabbling for a bucket and keeping the little baby in a tight mental lock. You will NOT say anything like that openly. You will [/i] NOT say things like that to the red, particularly. And most of all, you will NOT threaten your or my life. Do you understand? she practically yelled at her dragonet. Altough her eyes betrayed the fear that she held from Hers’ outburst, her mind-voice was as cold as ever. No harm would come to us, Odelle, for you are perfect, as am I. Nobody would dare attack perfection.[/color] The young woman merely sighed and fed the green the meat, keeping herself tense in case she had to flee from the red. She heard no more distinct quips about her peers, only a single The meat isn’t juicy enough, It is disgusting.[/color] Hopefully the rest of the night would go without too much of an incidence. . . ~ <Krys post>[/center][/size]
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Post by Admin on Mar 27, 2012 20:24:04 GMT -5
So this is what you meant? When you said that you were spent? And now it's time to build from The bottom of the pit right to the top.
The pink continued to search, but she was growing weary of this terrifying world. Every little glance, every little sound, seemed to be directed at her. They all seemed to judge her. She knew it probably wasn't rational to feel that way, but that hurt all the more. It hurt so much. She felt like crying, but all she could do was whimper and she knew no one wanted to listen to her whine. She stifled the sound. The green had ignored her; the green hadn't wanted to hear her, so who else would? It wasn't that she was sad; she was more upset. Passing over Laushi, Seta, and Ieco, the pink dragged herself forward, reminding herself that she was just tired and being emotional. She knew she was; she could feel it. She was very sensitive to her own problems; her sensitivity was one of her paramount issues.
Seven terrified the pink. She raced passed him as soon as she set eyes upon him and felt his critical nature. She knew he didn't dislike her, but that didn't help. There was more to the world than her; even she knew that fact. Very few candidates were left in the semicircles clustered between Kalith and Waroth; the pink was getting more and more tired. She didn't even feel hungry, just tired, confused, and upset. She didn't think she had the strength to go for another look over the group. She didn't know if she could settle either, if she could settle for someone who didn't fit her perfectly and compliment her exactly. It wasn't a matter of being good enough for her; it was matter of making her safe. And then, there he was, standing in front of her. Oh, A'lec! Your Tinikth is so happy to see you!
The remaining green was still trying to pin the purple down to listen to her, but after the pink Impressed, she gave up on the joking dragonet. With her nose stuck up in the air, she turned away from him and marched towards the candidates. If he wasn't going to listen to her, she would find someone who would and there was nothing he could do about it! She trumpeted to the candidates, demanding that they fall silent so they would listen to what she had to say. She then knocked down Laushi and Ieco, ramming into their knees in order to prove her point. No talking! They were listening to her! Didn't they want to Impress her? And didn't they know she had important things to do, like Impressing them? She chattered and chided Seta. And Fermillionesca. And Xaratenos, on down the line.
That is, until she reached the perfect girl! One who would listen to her, of course! Or at least would have to listen to her for all eternity, whether she liked it or not. Rhikail, stand up straight so your Tulath can look at you promptly. No slouching. Do you see me slouching? No, no, I stand like a proper dragon, not at all like that purple over there. He would not listen to me! Doesn't he know that's a stupid idea? I have important things to say! A lot of important things to say! All the time! She continued to talk, not allowing Rhikail to get a word in edgewise. In fact, even if the girl did speak, she would have merely continued to talk over her as if nothing had been said. I need food. Do you know where to get food, Rhikail of TulathOwn? I know where to get food!
The purple was not as upset by Tulath's abandonment as the green would have hoped. He went off in search of a new source of entertainment. It came in the form of a cyan, breaking free of her large orange and tan egg. The purple came to croon to her, evidently telling a joke as he rumbled with laughter. However, the cyan did not appear to appreciate the gesture. She was a very dark cyan with a gloosy, blue overtone to her hide and she was not putting up with the blue's idiocies. She promptly swatted him across the face with her paw, though her claws never touched him. She simply left him with a bruise by which to remember her and headed for the candidates. There was only one individual but herself on whom she ever wished to relieve and that individual was a human, not the purple.
The purple followed the cyan towards the candidates, observing her and still trying to make polite conversation. She wasn't interested and gave him a growl. He didn't listen and gave her tail a playful tug as they reached Kurosaki amongst the candidates. With a snort of disgust, she whirled and boxed his ears, still refusing to claw him but showing she absolutely did not appreciate his attention. He was stunned by this. Without missing a beat, she returned her attention to the candidates and started picking her way down the line. None of the boys interested her; she was a boy-Impressing sort of cyan. Someone who identified as female was much more suited to her sensibilities. She was also rather hoping the purple would stay with the boys. He didn't and instead continued to follow after her.
Not about to allow the purple's presence to interfere with or delay her Impression, the cyan soon selected her rider from the rest of the crowd, singling the girl out with a directness that suited both of them. Finavair, let's go. Asuth needs food or we'll never get anything done. Though she didn't show it, she loved her partner, her Finavair. However, she saw no need to waste time with any expression of that love or other such sentiments. They had things to do and her love for her rider was separate from anything else between them. She was a separate individual, capable of functioning purposefully; she simply had a match who could help her prosper and grow. The purple was still following the dark cyan, so she turned one knowing eye on him after her Impression. Go, Barahath. No one wants you here.
Fine, Asuth; the purple said with a mental smile and a rumbling laugh. He turned his head to gaze upon his rider, too bored not to Impress. Yes, none of the girls would want him, a silly jokester. He had better options elsewhere and how would he bother his rider by trying to make him flirt with girls if if he Impressed one himself? Not the best logic, but Barahath wasn't going for logic. He could care less about achievement, fame, or honor. He was out for laughter. M'dag, what kind of hair do oceans have? The purple gave his rider a moment, but then he promptly provided the answer. Wavy! Not my best, I know, but your Barahath will do better in the future. You're a sharp one, my M'dag. Wait and see. He gave M'dag's robe a tug.
The smallest egg in Kalith's clutch was cracking. It broke into thirds and out fell a black, landing on his back with his feet up in the air. He looked much like his brother Gabith, except that he was a few inches smaller and his hide held touches of gray on his neck and tail. Flailing his legs for a while, he crooned to himself, oblivious to the onlooking crowd. Eventually, when his back got too hot, he rolled onto his belly and got to his feet after a few tries. Then he promptly wandered off in the direction opposite of the candidates, staring at the interesting rock formations on the ceiling and ambling across the sands. He was head towards a wall, so there was no danger of him wandering out into the snow, but where he was going would be a mystery forever lost to time. Even he didn't know.
The large, orange-cream egg broke at last and a blue stepped into the world, shaking himself with all the dignity he could muster. He did not feel very dignified, covered in egg innards and made of limbs disproportionate to his head in size. Large and chubby, his hide was a deep blue but mottled and splotched, inconsistent from head to toe. It did not suit him. If there was one thing he hated to be, it was inconsistency, especially at his hatching! This was a somber affair and he was ruining it! He marched towards the candidates as if part of a funeral procession, all somber dignity, but he soon got tired and depressed. With a sigh, he sat down on the sands and turned away from them. He would rest for a time and then continue when he could make a better impression on the crowd.
It's time to begin, isn't it, I get a little bit, Bigger, but then, I'll admit, I'm just the same as I was, Now don't you understand, That I'm never changing who I am.
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Post by larkwing on Mar 27, 2012 20:37:37 GMT -5
More hatchlings, more impressions. If it were possible Kurosaki had entirely started to zone out in the last few moments. How long had it been since he had been mauled by that Green? How long had it been since Saka had tried to help him and he had pushed her away? The candidate swallowed against a dry mouth and closed his eyes, fatigue making his body sway lightly on his feet. When he opened them again he saw that the trio of friends had impressed, two pinks and a green, he smirked but not necessarily in a friendly manner. No, he had seen that coming, it had been just a matter of time.
The impression of someone else though, shards when had she even arrived? Odelle. Kurosaki shook his head briefly, blinking confused for a moment before realizing he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing. Odelle. They had grown up together in the same place, barely talking or knowing one another, and yet she had been so...annoying. Yes, that was the word. Kurosaki gritted his teeth, refusing to let the girl get to him again, and damn it she hadn't even opened her mouth to point out his flaws this time!
She had impressed to a green though, and he simply looked away. A cyan came by with a purple not long after and for a moment Kuro had the fleeting hope that one was meant for him, a favoritism for the purple of course though. Instead the dragoness pushed him into the sand, and just as quickly was off on her own way with the purple following closely. A curse was muttered under his breath against the sand as he tried to get up, and yet his side and shoulder would not support him this time. Letting his head lean back the candidate took a moment to breath, wishing for everything that the world would stop spinning.
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Post by Rii on Mar 27, 2012 21:52:22 GMT -5
The Hatching had continued on the quiet, this-is-how-a-nice-Hatching-should-be line that it had taken as soon as the violent green and red had left the Sands. It afforded Elly more time to actually watch the dragonets instead of merely keeping a weather eye out for which ones might cause trouble. It struck her that despite the species difference and her inability to understand what any of them were saying - and it was obvious many of them had plenty to say - every one of them was quite distinct. Not just the hide colors, but their twinkling hatchling personalities. They could all look 'most the same like Dora'n'me, and you'd still tell 'em apart. It was probably the best part of the Hatching, right there. Elianne propped a hand on her hip loosely, her fingers tapping with the merry pace of her thoughts, and grinned as she watched.
Of the dragonets so far, she decided, the lively guerilla black and the jokester purple were her favorites. Especially the purple - she snickered as he pranked his sister and grinned with approval at his efforts to cheer the lot of them up. Elly dearly loved a good laugh, especially at the expense of someone who was getting a bit too pretentious. Which reminded her... Oh hey, Fuss'n'Frills got a pink. Good for her, looks like I've got the room to me onesies now. The thought pleased her. Her own failure to Impress would be a small price for freedom from the frilly, pretty things Analucia had stuffed their room with, in her opinion.
I like Hatchin's, she decided as she applauded the newest Impressees heartily. The excitement, the entertainment, the bright and shiny newness of the dragons, the way everything could flip over, boom and bust and back again, all in an instant. It was a high-stakes game where the thrill was not in winning or losing, but in being a part of it. Though a'course... who could say no to winnin'? A small self-derisive smirk crossed her face. I might make a sharding poor dragonrider, but who knows? Only time would tell what the cards had in store.
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Post by matsi on Mar 27, 2012 22:00:45 GMT -5
Xaratenos' eyes were wide as he watched the hatchlings go from egg, to interacting with eachother, then to impressing. They each seemed to have their own personality, and he was sure they did, and own plans. It was interesting on how similar they were to people, in mind that is. Each was just as different to eachother as their hides were to eachothers. Some acted more plain and expected, while others were odd or wild. It was just about as interesting as having a pure green hatch, then a mottled blue. Then again, a lot of things were interesting Xaratenos when you got right down to it.
Xarat's attentions were constantly darting from on youngster to the next as he tried to keep a tab on what was going on. Yet, one dragonet kept his attention for more time than some of the others. The pretty little green with light toes. Her chattering was amusing, to say the least, yet Xarateno's didn't laugh at her. No, she seemed serious and didn't want to upset the youngster at all. How horrible that would be. Besides, he really didn't want to get mauled today...or any day for that matter. So he just watched her as she wandered past, chattering, then went to the girls and found her life partner. He clapped softly for the new pair, but didn't make any more noise. He was soon back to watching the hatching, trying to keep tabs on each of the already hatched dragonets. The numbers were slowly getting...well, lower. With so few eggs left, few dragonets hatched and unimpressed, and more than enough candidates, Xaratenos knew that there would be broken hearts at the end of the day. Maybe "broken hearted" was a bit too strong to describe the feeling, but that didn't matter. It got his point across.
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Post by Alec on Mar 27, 2012 22:07:28 GMT -5
Altol smiled at his friend's comment. Surely no blood was wasted if that was the case. "Well, I'm glad you feel that way." He gave Laushi a pat on his back. At L'kies comment, though he swiveled his head around. "Oh, surely he could stay." After a brief examination of his friend's wounds, none of them appeared bad enough to where he should be forced off of the Sands.
"See, they're not bleeding that bad. He can stay and see if his dragon is still out there." Just as he said those words, the pink came by, but passed up Laushi. "Ah, she wasn't for you. There are still many more dragons waiting to be Impressed." There was the purple and the green still wandering about, not to mention all the eggs rocking violently with the efforts of their captives.
He was still looking for a dragon that might be headed for Laushi that he didn't notice the pink at his feet. Oh, A'lec! Your Tinikth is so happy to see you! Suprised, he looked down to see the same pink that had just passed up Laushi.
Smiling widely, he bent down gently to stroke his hand against her wet skin. "Tinikth." He repeated. She moved herself as close as she could to his legs. You will keep me safe, won't you A'lecMine? He pulled her head close to his chest. Of course I will. You'll always be safe with me.
He stood back up and looked at Laushi. "Well, I would love to stay with you, but Tinikth needs me. And I think you'll manage on your own." Tinikth darted behind his legs as the green approached and knocked over Laushi. "That is, if these dragons let you Impress! It must be a ceremony between them to at least touch you in some way." He laughed and gave his friend one final pat before walking over to where the other Weyrlings were at.
Tinikth stuck close to his legs, but he sensed her exhaustion from trying to find him, so picked her up with ease and carried her the rest of the way. Tinikth looked around and still felt like everyone was judging her. The way she looked, the way she walked, how she couldn't even walk with her chosen without getting weary.
It was a silly way to think, as she knew not everyone was that way, but it still felt that way. She buried her head into A'lec's chest and just wanted the hurt to stop.Why, Mine? Why does it feel like they all hate me? It's ok, my love. I'm here. Whether you are right about them or not doesn't matter. He put her down when he had gotten to the other Weyrlings and she instantly curled around his feet, her eyes darting this way and that. A'lec continued to comfort her, though, and slowly made her comfortable enough to sit on her rump so she could properly eat.
He knew that it would take some time, but hopefully he could make her more comfortable with everyone, just enough to where she wouldn't feel like everyone else disliked her. And if she couldn't, he would still continue to love his dragon. My Tinikth. he thought and continued feeding his pink.
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Post by Rappu on Mar 28, 2012 12:06:27 GMT -5
A pink approached, but instead of attacking, she ran around Analucia and then turned to Saia. Not that she would ever admit it, the approaching, darkish pink had made her nervous for a few moments - the maulings had her on an edge. Analucia chuckled as the pink Impressed to Saia. "I told you you would be next! Congratulations!" She knew that Saia had Stood for a long time, and after the events of this hatching it would only have been completely unfair if she hadn't received her dragon.
Now alone - well, not completely alone; there were other Standing - Analucia concentrated on the rest of the eggs. Sure enough, the eggs rocked and in quick succession, out burst a pink, looking wounded with her markings, two greens and what, another red? Surely... She squinted her eyes. The newly-hatched dragon was almost red, but on her nose there were light pink markings. Analucia still held her breath as the pink approached her sisters. The green hissed at her, but there was no fight.
Instead of slashing the green to ribbons as a red might have done, the pink dragonet turned and trotted cheerfully to Analucia. The last pinks had turned away, and there was no reason to expect this one to be different. Analucia braced herself for a mauling. Pink didn't usually do that, but in this hatching, it wouldn't be out of place at all.
That green thinks I'm a gossip! Of all the things, AnaluciaMine! Analucia blinked. And that green is saying all sorts of terrible things to the pink. Why do you think she does that? What do you think, Analucia? Your Dalahirath would love to hear your thoughts. "Oh, that would hardly be proper--" Analucia looked down, into the pink's swirling blue eyes. A warm presence flowed in her mind, eager and interested and loving, and the girl froze. Her future as a Weyrwoman tumbled in her mind like a tower or bricks, her thoughts of getting praised by her family for Impressing a queen unraveled and in their stead, there was a pink, a dark, reddish pink but a pink nonetheless.
Having her future ripped out like that, with love and interest and eagerness was almost more heartbreaking than being left standing. Tears burned behind her eyes, and Analucia had to will herself not to cry. Not only out of heartbreak; the pink had claimed a spot in her mind and she felt happier than ever before.
AnaluciaMine? What do you think? Why are you sad, AnaMine? Dalahirath whipped her tail again and cocked her head. Analucia blinked again and managed a small smile. "I think it is time I give you something to eat, Dalahirath. Then you can also meet your sisters." Saia was waving at her, and cheering. At least they could be weyrlings together.
The pair walked off the sands, Dalahirath looking around and asking her questions on everything. Look, a purple! Who do you think he'll Impress? What do you think of my sisters, AnaluciaMine? Analucia, on the other hand, was quiet. Impressing was more to take in than she had thought, and despite her hidden disappointment over not impressing a queen, she felt happy. Dalahirath would need training in etiquette; asking questions like that wasn't very intelligent, but given time, she would learn. Analucia would make sure her dragon had everything up to standard. Her dragon deserved the best of everything.
Analucia took her bucket of meat, and headed towards Saia and Sakalas to feed her dragon. "Now, Dalahirath, you must show an example to everyone. Eat nicely, greet your sisters and brothers before talking to them, and be polite when you inquire others about their food and Riders," she told her, not unkindly. Do you think the food will be good? What do you think everyone else thinks of their food? It looks good, AnaMine, doesn't it? Dalahirath's tail whipped around again, and she chomped down on the meat Analucia offered. "It does look good, does it not? Now, do not eat too fast or you might get a stomachache."
While Dalahirath ate, Analucia turned towards Saia. "How are you feeling? It seems we both impressed this time; this is Dalahirath," she explained, and Dalahirath perked her head up for a moment to greet Saia and her pink. Hi SaiaPoissoth! Do you like the food? Still hungry, she couldn't keep asking for the others' opinions for long.
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Morndag gasped as Tinikth emerged from her egg. Was she hurt? There were no signs of blood around her, but it still made him feel sorry for the little thing. He could empathize with the apparently scared pink. He followed the dragon with his eyes until the purple's loud hatching gained his attention. A smallish purple that dared to play a trick on a green? Morndag couldn't help a smile, when the purple helped his favourite pink and even gave her a present.
Still watching the pink, Morndag didn't see the prankster purple approach him. M'dag, what kind of hair do oceans have? Morndag jerked at the cheerful voice and his eyes widened in amazement. "Er..." was all he could manage, before the purple continued. Wavy! Not my best, I know, but your Barahath will do better in the future. You're a sharp one, my M'dag. Wait and see. Barahath's voice was low and resonant, with a hint of laughter in it, and it was catching. The purple was confident and cheerful, a jester.
The joke made Morndag - now M'dag - laugh. He had impressed! He'd been at Dalibor only for a scant couple of sevendays, and now he was already a weyrling. At Barahath's tug, he remembered that the dragon needed to be fed and he also wanted to take notes. Impressing felt almost indescribable; a warm, happy presence in his mind as if it had always been there. It was getting more difficult to remember how it'd been without his dragon by the minute. "Er, right, let's go, Barahath. You must be hungry, and there's food over there." M'dag gave the room a look of triumph as he and Barahath walked off the sands. As they passed Laushi, M'dag whispered him a "thank you, Laushi and don't worry, your turn will be soon".
Barahath swaggered as the pair went for his quota of meat, tail swishing to and fro. He didn't even consider the fact that he was small for his colour, oh no. He ate hungrily, looking around at all the bonded pairs and thinking of all the jokes he could make. M'dag, look. I must say, this is a murder most fowl. He looked at the bit of wherry and chomped it smugly, as M'dag snickered over the joke. Yes, Barahath and he would make quite the pair.
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Post by kireon on Mar 28, 2012 13:46:58 GMT -5
Rhikail watched the dragonets, watched the Impressions take place and felt her eyes narrow at the pushy little green with an extremely loud voice as she chattered, whistled and otherwise made a nuisence of herself to the rest of her clutch siblings. Pushy too, the wavy haired girl thought with a frown. Hopefully whoever Impressed that little upstart would have a firm enough hand to manage to reign in that voice and keep it at a low enough level that it wouldn't keep everyone awake.
Although, she wouldn't lie, watching the pushy little green was kind of fun, especially when she started chittering and scolding the other Candidates for a reason she could only guess at. Her toes amused her too, for some reason, like she had been fingerpainting and had been too busy talking to clean herself off afterward. Her eyes had been drawn toward one of the eggs still unhatched, wanting to see what was in there when something broke her concentration. Rhikail, stand up straight so your Tulath can look at you promptly. No slouching. Do you see me slouching? No, no, I stand like a proper dragon, not at all like that purple over there. He would not listen to me! Doesn't he know that's a stupid idea? I have important things to say! A lot of important things to say! All the time![/color]
The girl froze, eyes drawn down toward the little green with her bright toes. I need food. Do you know where to get food, Rhikail of TulathOwn? I know where to get food![/i] A green had chosen her. Impressed to a Green, not to a blue, or even to any of the Cyans- like the one that had just hatched with such a lovely color.
Rhikail? Rhikail! Are you listening? You should be listening, I just told you I have important things to say and you need to hear them all! But you will, won't you? You're TulathOwn, after all, and I just knew you'd listen to me, you know, I know lots of things![/i] Tulath watched Hers with a sense of pride, nudging her physically to get the girl to stop slouching. Honestly, how could they be important if Hers didn't stand up straight? Didn't she know the first thing about being important and getting people to listen was to stand up straight?
Somehow, she'd managed to get both of her younger siblings, in their most energetic of moments and most talkative combined into one and sealed into dragon form. Her father had been a greenrider, silly as his dragon had been, but he had done good work with her... so, naturally, she should be able to do good work with this dragon too. Even if she wasn't what she had dreamed of having. Yes, we are listening to you, let's go get food. Rhikail ignored the chattering over her own words and, patiently, walked her still talking dragon- voice in her head and the accompanying whistles, chirps and chitters that would break out to emphasize nearly all of her points as the couple made their way to the feeding area.
Tulath wasn't to be deterred, bumping happily into her person as she continued to outline just the kind of things she saw as important, nearly choking when she tried to talk around the first mouthful of meat. This is fine wherry, I like wherry, don't you like wherry? Of course you do, I don't know anyone who doesn't like wherry and- ouch, that hurt. I thought I told you to stand properly, Rhikail? Oh, you're hurt, hmm, that's not very nice, now is it? You should really get that cleaned up, yes, you should because you need both hands to pay attention to me. See? Is your Tulath not just the smartest?[/i]
She deserved it on a number of levels, Rhikail thought ruefully , idly patting her dragonet's neck as she ate, and chattered in between eating. Apparently she would have to retrain herself to deal with chattier individuals again, as she didn't think Tulath was going to take the hint as many others did, would probably only increase her volume until she was acknowledged too. Our father may have some tips for us, we should send a message at some point and ask. Her mother would be proud of her, so would her siblings and her father too. That little piece of information alone made her smile, just a little, and she continued stuffing her dragonet while giving one of the healers a frown when they approached to tend to her arm.
Rhikail? Rhikail! Do not bite the Healer, they are here to help you so that you can focus on taking care of me. When we're big enough, we'll do all sorts of things together. I'm looking forward to flying, are you looking forward to flying? Of course you are, it's silly of me to even ask! You wouldn't be here if you weren't, you now, and see? I told you I know lots of things! Everyone should just listen to me, I know what to do![/i] The dark green dragon's eyes whirred in a happy mix of blue and green, full of herself as she was as she accepted another mouthfulof food, mumbling to herself and to any who'd listen all the while.
...this was going to be a challenge, the dark eyed Weyrling thought to herself. But, perhaps, she'd make a good Searchdragon, if she could keep her focus and train her properly. She'd certainly be able to break the ice and prove herself to be a very friendly dragon, even if Rhikail herself felt less than inclined to be as social and friendly.
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The surprise on Rhikail's face was blatant, something that amused Seta almost to no end. After all, he'd not seen the girl do more than an occasional displeased frown, or a slightly warmer looking version of her own bored poker face before. Watching her leave the Sands, he sighed a bit in relief. Saia, Ondine and Rhikail were gone, as were several of the other girls, leaving only a handful of the boys, and then some, of the girls as well behind for the last few dragonets and eggs left to Impress.
He'd been amused though, by the scolding he'd gotten from the light toed dragonet and had been somewhat relieved he'd been overlooked by her. Maybe that little one would help break Rhikail out of her shell a little more, between the green and the friendship she apparently had with Ondine, the grey eyed boy had a feeling that the silent girl would need every bit of stubbornness and will powr to resist any kind of unwanted change.
At Laushi's suggestion, he smiled a little more and nodded. "I'd like that, after the hatching, perhaps... once we're finished resting, or something like that." Some of them would get more rest than others, that was for sure. For the time being, however, it was time to return their attentions to the Sands, and hope that he, and Laushi as well, would be two of those who wouldn't have to Stand for the next hatching.[/size]
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 28, 2012 14:16:10 GMT -5
Things were quickly winding down; by the time Analucia had arrived and started to fed Dalahirath, even more had Impressed, leaving the crowd of Candidates thin and only two dragonets on the sands. There were three eggs left to hatch...no, two, Saia thought, counting weyrlings. Rennin had gone to the infirmary. "I'm good!" she chirped to Analucia. "I can't believe you got a pink too, just like me and Ondine! We're going to have such a wonderful weyrlinghood."
Only Saia would have called a long, busy, exhausting time period wonderful. Well, Poissoth probably would have too, but she was not attending to Hers. She had watched her sister's approach with her tail thumping the ground, and at last she was allowed to furnish Dalahirath with a comment of which she was enamored: This meat...is meaty![/i]
As A'lec approached carrying Tinikth, likely the last pink, Saia said, "Oh, look! There will be four of us. New pinkriders. Is she hurt?"
No, that is only the way she looks because it's how she looks,[/i] Poissoth said blithely. Saia's attention moved on, and she grinned and waved to Finavair. Was that a cyan or a blue? Sometimes it was hard to tell at a difference, especially at hatchling size, but she was really happy for her fellow redhead, brief though their acquaintance had been.
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In the stands, Ni'on said proudly, "And that was one of our Searches too. Altolec! She didn't get hurt, did she?[/color][/i]
Oh, no,[/i] Devath said, taking a keen interest in the varied colors who had spilled onto the sands today. Those are only her markings. That pink before looked red, too.[/i] She craned her neck to look at the waves of blue breaking over her own back, then compared them to the dark cyan who had just Impressed.
Ni'on had mostly noticed his own Searches, but his eyes fell on a Candidate he knew a different way. "Oh, I met her!" he exclaimed, pointing out Rhikail. "She admired Devath. Now she's got a green of her own!" Briefly, he became distracted by the wanderings of the black, and then he focused on Laushi again. The boy seemed to be okay, seriously injured though he was. There were only a few dragonets left, and it was more than likely that he and the twins wouldn't Impress this time. But there was always next time, and at least nobody had died.
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As the hatching wound to a close, Day'ar became more and more fidgety. It was nice to sit here with Reylia and G'dan, but he wanted to go to Rennin's side, to make sure that she was okay. No brawls had broken out in the weyrling area thanks to that red, which was good, but he fretted over the injured who were still on the sands. There were greens about, some of whom - as Lorenth had proved earlier - could be quite volatile, and Tinikth's appearance made him exclaim aloud in horror, thinking she'd cut herself on her neck.
However, soon enough there was cause for celebration. Serah, who had all this time kept up her usual low-level mumbling from her place tucked in his vest, gave an outburst of squeaks and chatters that were probably audible to Day'ar's companions. This drew his attention to the new purplerider, and he said, "Oh! I know him. That is, Starfall abused him once. He likes pillies."
Well, I don't like Barahath,[/i] Ambrith said severely.
Of course he didn't.
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"Congratulations!" Ieco said as the tired little pink Impressed A'lec. It was always nice to see a friend Impress, though he was beginning to believe both he and Laushi would be left behind. There was still a bit of a crowd of Candidates, though much reduced now, and only a few dragonets on the sands and eggs left to break. At least they all seemed to be moving, so there wouldn't be any duds. He briefly ruminated on duds. Were they really dead dragonets, or just accident eggs with nothing inside them? Neither was a particularly pleasant -
Oof! Yet again, he was rammed into and knocked down by a frustrated dragonet, this time a green. Apparently she'd taken exception to his talking. He gave Laushi a rueful smile as he picked himself back up. Nobody had told him that he'd wake up the morning after the hatching bruised and battered. The weyrlings would be pushed right into caring for their dragonets, but with a perfect lifemate to see them through; hopefully the Candidates would be granted a day off. At least a half a day.
It only remained to see which he would be, in the end.
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Mar 28, 2012 17:37:26 GMT -5
Now that all of Waroth's hatchlings were gone and Impressed, there seemed to be more action going on with Kalith's side. Fermillionesca watched as two green, two pinks, and a purple made their way onto the sands. A green and a pink passed close to her, but made no point of stopping and passed over her, rejecting her. This hardly bothered the trader any. Not everyone would get a dragon this day, and there were a lot of candidates. She knew she wasn't exactly a shoe-in for a dragonrider. It wasn't a troublesome thought, just a true thought. It didn't keep her from being happy for her peers. She smiled as each dragon made their Impression and settled to watch those left.
Another green chided her like a young child and Fermi raised an eyebrow to her. Really? This little baby, this infant, was going to chide her as if she had done something wrong? Fermillionesca snubbed the green just as the green snubbed her. Good riddance to silly creatures! Fermi was glad that the dragon Impressed someone other than herself. She wasn't about to stand to have someone trying to correct her every second of the rest of her life. With the Impression of a new cyan and then the purple, only a blue and a black were left on the sands. The last two eggs of Kalith's were rocking as well.
Tesla had scrambled into the hatching late, a victim of chores and her need for cleanliness, but was able to inconspicuously make her way to where she found her friend, Edison, sitting. She smiled at him and sat down, then proceeded to look over the hatching. Oh dear! The sands certainly looked bloody! She watched the healers tend to the wounded on the sidelines and was glad she missed the more violent parts of the hatching. What she did notice, though, was that a particular girl she had had her eye on had Impressed a pink.
With her thick handkerchief in hand, the wher candidate grabbed for her big brother's arm and pulled him close to her. It was an action anyone might take as commonplace, but to Tesla it was a symbol of trust and a need for closeness that occurred rarely in her life. "Is that Ondine? Did she Impress?" There was a sense of urgency in her high-pitched, half-whispered voice that was hard to place. She was glad that this girl, who barely knew her, had Impressed, but there was also some dismay. Ondine's not being a candidate anymore meant that Tesla wouldn't see much of her anymore. It was a silly thought, considering that Tesla had never even plucked up the courage to talk to Ondine, but the knowledge that someday she could talk to this girl she had had her eye on meant something. To have that be taken away from her? Well, that sounded like torture.
As Delilah tended to Saia, A'lan oversaw her procedure. He had very little corrections to make, so mostly watched his chosen apprentice work with a twinkling in his eye. "Congratulations," he offered the injured girl, as a matter of formality and courtesy. Once Delilah had finished he smiled at her and nodded his approval, "Well done, Delilah. Well done." He then turned his attention to those left on the sands. Laushi was injured, but the rest looked relatively fine. Rennin had been rushed to the Infirmary where she could get proper attention from the healers there. With his bad eyesight, A'lan tried to scan the blurry faces and bodies for the form of L'kie. He then found what he thought was the healer next to the candidate that had been his primary concern. He used his dragon's eyesight to further scan the sands. Viyeri, Rhikail, and Kurosaki still needed tending.
As Rhikail came off the sands and went to the feeding area, A'lan took some supplies from the kit he had given Delilah and moved to meet her. "Congratulations, dear. Now, with your permission, let's take a look at that arm..." He gave her a stern look to let her know that he would tend to her with or without her permission, then with his redwort-soaked hands he gently took hold of her arm and slathered on some numbweed from the container he set down next to them. "Delilah!" He called over to where the pinkrider had finished tending Saia. "There are two more out there that need tending. Irith will relay their position." Now that the green and red were off the sands he felt less heavy-hearted about sending Delilah out to help L'kie tend to the others. "Stay low, though. We don't want to upset the mothers." Irith fed the images of Kurosaki and Viyeri to Agnith as A'lan cleaned and tended Rhikail's wound.
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