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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 28, 2012 19:11:40 GMT -5
Unath.
The grown tan's massive head jerked to the right, then rose up as she opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep as the Hatching wore on, and experienced a rare dream. It was unfortunately far too bizarre, sunny and cheerful to be tolerated by her rider.
Hel-lo, she hiccuped back at him. She started to look about to try and discern what was going on, but Q'sis commandeered her neck and head to scrutinize the remaining unhatched eggs. Neither was very impressive- though Q'sis would always be somewhat biased in that regard -but at least with his dragon's eyes he could see they were actually moving.
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"Yes, but you were too much work, so I gave you away. And I'll do it again! What a lousy botch of trouble you are!" Ekuda crowed. The Journeyman settled back and gave Atenna an unimpressed glare, raising his eyebrows. "I checked it before I walked in and it wasn't bleeding at all." He stuck up one thin brown hand, then waved it over the middle left of his skull. His fingers pressed together, probed at his hair once to make sure he was directing her correctly, and the Journeyman flinched, with a lingering grimace: yes, that was the spot. "Ungh. Listen, if not wine, then how about some water for a poor parched man. If you are really concerned." He demonstrated his puppy-inspired pout for Atenna as she budged onto the bench between him and the aisle.
If she went off to fetch some water, she would surely be away long enough for him to attract the attention of one of Dalibor's scurrying drudges, and get what he really needed to make the evening special. "No touching me until it's over," he grumped, leaning on what portions of Vigilance remained near him so he could look over the Sands. "I missed all the good stuff on account of the outside world being so unkempt, and the rest because of you fussbudgets. You can leave me be till the end. There's two loose and two to hatch. No duds for our queen! Nor the red. Good times. Except for that fool there." He steepled his fingers, but pointed the top two at the black, who looked about as collected as he felt.
"Isn't it nice?" He seemed to be asking this of Vigilance. "All our thoughts wrapped tight in here, all our wishes upon the newborn. You can't feel it, but you can almost imagine what it's like. A world where there's always love for you, and where two overgrown flitters don't perch around you to natter at each other over your head." He unfolded and waved his hands in a manner vaguely reminiscent of firelizard wings.
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Post by Ruin on Mar 28, 2012 19:32:38 GMT -5
Dora could see her twin watching the fledglings, and she followed suit, taking particular care to soak it all in now that she was given time. So much to see and experience before it was over and she could be free—free to go back to doing things that didn’t threaten her life or those of the people she loved. She wasn’t about to tell her Elly, or anyone, but she wasn’t particularly certain if she would be back here: Surely nothing could be worth this much trouble. Oh, but her Elly would be—again and again, Dora was certain, that girl had a knack for sticking to things she wanted like a passionately crazed wherry. A smile unfurled across her features as she relaxed back onto her heels, following the curious exchange between the Purple and the Cyan before they chose their future riders out of the group.
Pink and Green had already found theirs, and onto the sands had spilled another Blue and Black—neither of which seemed to want anything to do with the humans who occupied their space. In fact one seemed to be on his way out of the area entirely. She could get behind that motion—even if she wasn’t really allowed to get behind that motion. Two eggs were left, and from above Dora caught the loud bets of what they would be and who they would go to—not to mention the extremely vocal pride that their Queen—neither of their Queens—had thrown a dead egg. No waste here. Too many Candidates, but just enough babies, or so Dora thought. Her gentle rocking motion continued, white robes swishing around her legs as she allowed her eyes to bounce around: Even the dirty parts of the sand didn’t seem so ugly anymore.
Catching Elly’s eye she gave her twin a bright, chipper, grin, and then did her best to settle down—it simply wouldn’t do to get riled up at the end! Then again, there was supposed to be a celebration, yes? For the Hatching, oh that would be fun, and now that she thought about it, she was starving. Though Rukbat had set long ago, it felt like she would never see sleep this night, and what did it matter anyway, why not take time to enjoy this, her first Hatching, and that of her sister. They could sleep later—as long as they finished their chores in good time!
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Sebolaren rolled his eyes as the Dolphineer went off into his tangential rant, but even he could see some of the logic. ”Oh, he’s right Atenna, we’re nearly finished here!” He said to her softly, gesturing down to the sands. So few left, where had all the time gone? Between the injured and the—well—loudly injured, there hadn’t been much time to watch; interest in the goings-on renewed, Sebol’s eyes were on those Standing. Atenna would be lucky to get a hand on the man at any rate, he was as slippery a fish as his partner, but he wasn’t about to say that—what fun it would be to watch.
To Ekuda’s commentary he had no reply, he knew what it was like—he remembered—and remembered everything that had come after. It was pain and joy in one, and far too much to vocalize. Not that the Dolphineer would be able to make any sense of it in his muddled condition. Overgrown firelizard indeed: Sebol hoped Atenna would poke him! ”Maybe the firelizards love you, Eks, or maybe they think you look tasty.”
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Post by Admin on Mar 28, 2012 20:12:08 GMT -5
You touch these tired eyes of mine, And map my face out line by line, And somehow growing old feels fine, I listen close for I'm not smart.
The black continued to wandered. In fact, he wandered right into the wall as he stared up at the ceiling, bumping his chin against the stone. Ouch, that hurt! He whined, not enjoying the way his scrapped hide burned. That hurt, that hurt, that hurt! Ouch, ouch, ouch! He flailed, wings sticking out in every direction, and hurried back across the sands. He nearly bumped into the resting blue. Then he noticed his brother and greeted him with a squeak, showing the larger male the ichor on his chin as evidence of his pain. The blue examined the black and then sighed, getting to his feet. He told his brother to follow him and headed towards the candidates. The tiny creature didn't have an ounce of dignity in him, but he deserved to have someone who'd take care of him and make him happy.
Soon enough, the black got over his scrapped chin and simply clung to his brother's side. It was so nice to have a friend, someone to follow! He hummed to himself, happy as could be, diligently sticking to the blue. That is, until something distracted him and he wandered off again. I'co! Hi! Have you seen the ceiling? Oh, and the ground. The black suddenly noticed what was beneath his feet and peered at it with interest. Your Patayth loves you. A lot. A loooottttttt. He curled himself around his rider's legs, holding the boy where he stood by the sheer power of his clingy nature. Of course, he soon got distracted, eyes following the movement of another dragonet that caught his attention. Hey, look, Alitapth! Let's go say hi!
Seeing his brother safely Impressed to one of the remaining boys, the blue slowly sank to his knees once more to rest. He needed time to collect himself; he was tired. However, his exhaustion could not make the world stop. The smaller of the two remaining eggs was crack. The lines spread like a virus, growing into a spiderweb of damage upon the shell. With a hiss, the egg broke in two and its captive emerged. She looked very average for a green. In fact, few dragons would be more average than her. She was a plain, forest green, bearing only a slight discoloration at the base of her wings. In length, she was average. In build, she was average. In disposition? She was who she was. For the time being, she seemed happy. She danced towards her brother, greeting him with a loving croon.
The blue raised his head and gave her a grunt, not feeling very vocal. She was ten minutes his junior and thus he felt justifed in being a curmudgeon to her. At first, she didn't seem to care - but she must have taken offense at some point. She turned to leave, only to whirl back to the blue and leap onto his undefended back with teeth bared. The blue was far too slow to escape the green's savage attack and she tore into his back, damaging his wings in the process. He refused to cry out in pain, instead gritting his teeth to bear it. Of all the undignified things! That was not how proper dragons behaved! Kids these days! Surging to his feet, he threw her off with one powerful, desperate buck. He was slow and tired, but he was not weak and he would not stand for any of this tomfoolery.
Too tired and stiff to even rest, the blue dragged himself across the sands, immersing himself in the safety of the candidates. They would be little true defense against the green, but it was worth a try. Oh, and there was his! How wonderful. A right and proper soul who would listen to reason! X'enos, help your Iyakath get off these sands like a proper lad. That's a good boy, my dear. I need food or I'll starve to death one of these days; he half ordered, half complained. It had been a long day for him, even if it had been less than a candlemark. He was tried, bloodied, sore, and completely depressed about the state of the world. He wanted to eat and then sleep. Hopefully tomorrow would be better, though he wouldn't bet money on it. X'enos? Let's go, lad. The food is so very far away, isn't it?
The green allowed the blue to escaped. She was no longer interested in him; he was boring. Back to pretending to be happy, she turned to the candidates. She offered them a less than reassuring draconic smile, tail flicking from side to side as she ambled down the line and examined them. At Elidora, she paused. She twined around the girl's legs. She looked up at her, eyes adoring and swirling bright colors. Then she left the girl in her dust and continued down the candidates. And there was one, count it, one, just one, egg still trying to hatch. It was one of the larger eggs and gray, similar to Iyakath's egg but marginally lighter in color. It had been rocking for a very long time without any apparent progress. Then there was crack. At last, the dragonet had produced results.
I may not have the softest touch, I may not say the words as such, And though I may not look like much, I'm yours.
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Post by Zane on Mar 28, 2012 21:04:26 GMT -5
All Raksha could wonder at this point was how many new candidate’s were going to come in that she had to make friends with. Every time she was left standing she lost anyone she’d made good friends with. She didn’t mind having new friends, but for once she would’ve preferred to move on with the ones she already had. Maybe her uncle would accept her back? She knew he wouldn’t deny her. Fate was trying to tell her that she wasn’t meant for the dragonriding life; perhaps it was right time she listened. She was coming upon her seventeenth turn, and hadn’t done anything beyond personal art. Might as well not waste something I enjoy doing when there’s more to learn, she thought cheerily, barely noticing where the dragonets went. A green had hatched, and there was one egg left. The dragonet inside was struggling to get out, maybe it needed help? It’ll be fine, she thought, having full faith in the dragonets potential. She stood there swaying, trying not to let both embarrassment and disappointment overcome her. She was better than that.
She felt alone with no one she knew standing around her. Loneliness wasn’t a game she played well. The green had showed interest in one candidate in particular, but then she moved on. She was a very plain green, but it didn’t make her any less desirable. There was hardly anything wrong with being just... normal. Whatever normal was exactly... She felt that she was normal, since she blended in with the crowd most oftentimes and wasn’t really the type of girl that stood out.
Feeling sorry for herself wasn’t going to get her anywhere; she really needed to focus on what she was going to do afterwards. She had to have a plan. She always had a plan. Last egg, her mind repeatedly reminded her over and over again. She looked back up to the stands, wishing to gain confidence from someone or something up there. She could spot Tigreath’s stripe-marked hide, wishing she could talk to the dragon. She wasn’t hers to talk to however, so having such a wish was pointless.
She turned to the four other girls also standing, trying to think of something-anything-to say. Fermillionesca was the one that she chose. ”Some hatching, hm?” she whispered, moving closer to the girl so that she could be heard. ”The last one was really something too. Not near as big, but it was still really... nice.” Perhaps the other girl was also consistently reviewing the fact that there was only one dragon, and one egg left? ”I’m sure you’ll impress, there’s still a chance,” she smiled, nodding her head. ”And even if you don’t, there will be plenty of eggs the next time too, but let’s not think that way, it’s far from being over.” Attempting to comfort a stranger that may or may not need comforting was helping her a bit. Of course the thought of helping another in order to gain something from it made her feel selfish, and thus all the more disheartened.
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Post by matsi on Mar 28, 2012 21:05:36 GMT -5
Xaratenos' gaze shifted to the black as he saw the flailing of limbs. At first, he was confused. What had happened? Was it having a seizure? That was certainly what it looked like! It was frightening for a brief second, until Xarat finally realized what had happened. He couldn't help but have the bubbling feeling of laughter as he watched the poor black. It was sad to see him harm himself in such a way, but it was still amusing that he had gotten so distracted that he didn't notice the wall. Yet, the amusement faded as the black started back towards the candidates, and almost barrel into the blue that seemed to be pouting. Yet, the attention the blue gave his smaller brother was admireable. Xarat remembered his sibling, though he had an older sister, and how she helped him when he needed it. Maybe it was just a natural thing to do.
It was easy for Xarat to keep track of the youngsters when they stayed in groups, like the black and blue ones were doing. He happily watched as the blue led the black towards the candidates, almost unamused in the action, but doing it all the same. Then, as the black veered off and chose his person, Xarat clapped softly again and let his gaze shift to one of the eggs that was breaking open. The green that fell out of it was pretty, though simple. The ways she acted so innocent too. She didn't strike Xarat as interesting, really, but she was pleasant to the eyes.
Then the green seemed to have a personality change, and Xarat raised his eyebrows, surprised. Well then! She immediatly made him think of his Flitter, Fenrir, with the sudden mood change, but then he looked at the blue that seemed to take the attack, just as he took the flitter's attacks. Tough it out and act like it wasn't a big deal. Xarat couldn't help but give the blue credit. How could he be so young and be able to stand such a thing?
Yet, once the green's attacks subsided, the blue only seemed to have one thing on his mind, to find his person and get the shell off those sands. Xarat watched him, then slowly felt his own muscles tightning as the blue approched him.
X'enos, help your Iyakath get off these sands like a proper lad. That's a good boy, my dear. I need food or I'll starve to death one of these days;
The voice that reached his mind was, actually, traumatizing at first. Xarat...well, he was called X'enos. So was that his name?... only looked at the blue for a moment, his mind frozen and dazed by what was going on. His light gaze watched the blue as he walked up to him, looked up at him, then started to walk past, away from the remaining egg, the shells and his psychotic sister.
Iyakath stopped, and X'enos just looked at him as the Dragonet's thoughts bubbled, in an overwhelming manner, in his own head.
X'enos? Let's go, lad. The food is so very far away, isn't it?
This time, as the mottled dragonet spoke, X'enos blinked a few times and started off with Iyakath.
"Not...too far," X'enos said softly, truly in a dream state now. X'enos just looked at the blue as he walked beside him towards the feeding area.
Does he...really hear my thoughts? X'enos asked himself, only to have Iyakath stop in his tracks and look up at him with a very baffled look. X'enos... The blue then, as best as he could, shook himself in a dignifyed manner and kept walking. X'enos made sure to keep up with the blue, a smile slightly on his face. He figured that that meant yes.
Proper lads do not ask questions that have obvious answers, X'enos. Please try to remember that, Iyakath stated with a bit of a sigh.
I will... try my best,
Finally, they reached the feeding area where so many others were eating happily. X'enos grabbed a bucket of meat and looked at a piece of the raw flesh as he looked at it. Do not play with your food, and do not play with my food, X'enos, The blue sighed again, but X'enos could feel amusement brushing his mind from the blue's mind, which made him smile as he knelt down beside his new blue and held a chunk out to him. Iyakath took it calmly and in a gentlemanly manner. The two quickly fell into a steady, not too fast, motion of picking up a chunk of meat, holding it out, taking it nicely, and repeating. That is, until X'enos finally remembered the attack that the blue had sustained from his insane sister.
When you are done, we will...make sure your back and wings are alright. Iyakath looked up at X'enos, then turned his neck to look at his back and wings and huffed again.
She is such a monster... a mongrel! Not proper at all. Not like you, X'enos my lad. You are proper, though, you can always be more proper. More please, now, The blue opened his mouth as X'enos placed more into it. The small hint of rage that Iyakath felt just moments ago faded quickly and he was soon just radiating a sleepy vibe, which made X'enos yawn without reason.
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 28, 2012 21:42:29 GMT -5
The little black wandered so far away from the group that he managed to crash right into a wall. Half Ieco's attention was on him, the other half on Laushi. "Won't be long now," he commented. The smaller egg looked close to breaking, though he was still concerned about the big egg, which seemed to be making little progress. There was definitely life inside it, though; if worse came to worst, would Kalith intervene and break it open?
The blue fetched the scraped black back, and at first, when the little guy detached himself from his bigger brother's side, Ieco braced himself for another collision. The only crash, however, was mental. I'co! Hi! Have you seen the ceiling? Oh, and the ground. Your Patayth loves you. A lot. A loooottttttt.[/i]
I'co. Like, he suspected, most male Candidates, Ieco had spent some time considering what his name would become if he Impressed; unlike many, he really had only the one option. Still, it was one thing to turn it over in his mind (and ponder the possibility of I'o) and quite another to have the mystery solved. To have a great many mysteries solved, as the clingy, changeable little black settled easily into his soul.
"I see things all the time," he said with a grin, looking around as if with new eyes. What must the world be like to someone just born into it? Well, now he knew. Patayth curled tightly around his legs, prohibiting all movement for a few moments, and I'co reached down - really far down, Patayth had to be the smallest dragon hatched today, perhaps even smaller than the other two blacks - to stroke his head. He could feel the ghost of pain from the dragonet's scraped chin, but by now Patayth had forgotten all about it, his eyes wandering across the sands.
They lighted on the last thing I'co wanted him to notice. Hey, look, Alitapth! Let's go say hi![/i]
"Well," I'co said dubiously, but that was where they needed to go anyway. To food. Patayth unwound from around his legs, and I'co nodded to Laushi before heading toward the weyrling area. "Yeah, let's go say hi. Get you patched up." Maybe a bucket of meat and some numbweed would distract him from wanting to meet the most dangerous of his siblings. Not that I'co wanted to avoid Doggarel or encourage Patayth not to make friends, it was just...well, frankly, Patayth would barely be a mouthful for Alitapth right now.
Patayth perked up and happily trotted across the sands toward the feeding area, where Poissoth greeted him with a cheery, Did you know this meat is really meaty?[/i]
No way! I'co! Poissoth says the meat is meaty. Have you seen - [/i] His head snapped around to follow the progress of X'enos and Iyakath, and I'co fetched a bucket and easily popped a piece of wherry meat into his jaw.
"Is there a healer around? Patayth ran into a wall," he explained to anyone who would listen. It didn't seem to be a bad injury, but he wanted it taken care of. Poor baby.
There was one, but Delilah was no dragonhealer, and she was just swiftly passing them by on her way out to the sands. Agnith helped her pinpoint the position of the injured, and she first came swiftly to Kurosaki's side, and she knelt beside him. "It's going to be all right," she murmured, pulling a jar of numbweed out of her kit and starting to slather it on. Two dragons to go until they could start evacuating the injured, she noticed, as the blue and black Impressed. But whatever was in the grey egg was certainly taking its time...
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Edison slung his arm around Tesla; by now he was pretty decent at doing so in a way that wouldn't alarm her. Much. Usually. Okay, truth be told he never thought much about how his actions might harm others, but he cared enough about her to be subconsciously kind about her issues. And hey, this time she'd grabbed for his arm even as he was moving it, so it was totally fine. Nothin' to even think about.
There was food for thought in the tone she used to ask about her little crush. "Ondine? Impressed early," he noted. "Gotta pink. Got 'er while that red was maulin' everybody, but they're okay." He frowned down at Tesla, then said, "Gonna go say hello. Tomorrow. Too busy tonight. Too many people. Oh, I know that bloke." He pointed out X'enos and his new blue, watching them like a hawk as they headed off the sands. "You know any blokes?"
Not that there were many Candidates left to go. Half of them would probably transfer out after a failed hatching, too. But two of them might yet Impress...which two, was the question. Ordinarily Edison might have offered to make a bet, but poor Tesla was obviously crushed, so he fumbled his to-do list and charcoal out of his pocket and painstakingly wrote, GET TESLA TALK ONDINE. Then he starred it. Ver' important task, this.
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Meanwhile, Samara leaned against her husband. This hatching had been far more mentally fatiguing than the last few, with so many maulings. Apart from the blueweyrling who had been immediately whisked off to the infirmary, though, they all appeared to be well on the road to recovery. There were two dragonets left, and she noted the crack in the last egg. So they'd all make it onto the sands, but whether they could find appropriate partners, she didn't know.
"I believe that's three from Crescent," she commented. She knew the red and brown had gone to former residents of their Hold, and she thought she recognised the latest pinkrider as well. There were a few others still standing who had the look of familiarity that told her, even if she didn't know their names, that they had once haunted the halls of Crescent. "Several of them, I think I heard, transferred in from other Weyrs. It is nice to know that people are not avoiding Dalibor." Especially after the fire. And at least no one had died today; that was also a bit of a turn-off to potential transfers.
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Atenna cheerfully rolled her eyes back at Sebol over the top of Ekuda's head, and refrained from touching the lump. At least he wasn't bleeding, and even as they spoke, the blue corralled his brother and they both Impressed. The final egg was breaking, and one way or another, it would be over in a matter of minutes.
"You'll help me escort him to the infirmary?" she demanded of her friend. Working with large animals as she did, she was strong, but Ekuda wasn't precisely thinking straight. And it was slippery out. Sebol's strapping form would come in handy for dragging him along for treatment, especially if Vigilance got in the way.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 28, 2012 22:42:31 GMT -5
The tanrider's lips twitched as the clutch's most recently hatched green attacked her own sibling. Not stumbling into the blue, he thought, curling his short right forefinger against his palm, and not accidentally targeting him in her starvation. Just before that she had demonstrated her poise, her seeming friendliness- especially compared to the blue that had not granted her more than acknowledgment. Q'sis stared after the male hatchling as he dragged himself toward the Candidates. Damage to the wings was one of the most critical of injuries for a Weyrling. If the blue was lucky, his gashes were restricted to the fast-regenerating membrane and not the deep muscle, though Unath could make out the gaping wounds on his back, too.
Even if it turned out to be a minor injury, that did not excuse the green's behavior. He did not know why this particular green invited criticism; maybe because her color was familiar, while her personality jarred with what he had grown to respect. When the hatchling began taunting the girls left on the Sands, Q'sis turned to the other tanrider nearby.
"Good-night," he said to Aylina, bowing his head slightly to the Firefinder, rider of Naireth's daughter. "I'm Q'sis," he added as he rose from the bench, sticking out his hand. She could take it, or leave him hanging for the handful of seconds he would wait on the gesture. Either way, the repercussions would not be enjoyed until later. Right now, he was leaving. The final egg was of no consequence. He needed that green out of sight.
Unath crooned at him when he ascended to the dragons' ledge, but her voice barely broached the humming of the other beasts. Only one infant left, and the whole Weyr still wanted to welcome it, except for his dragon who did not comprehend enough to sing. When Unath put her leg out, it was not her kindness but Q'sis silent control of her. By the time she turned around and leaped out into the darkness, he had her wings, her legs and her tail all twitching beneath his own nerves, and Unath herself subsided with no more than a wilting rumble.
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"If you're trying to come on to me, this isn't the time Sebol," Ekuda replied mildly. "I'm all flustered and distracted." His elbows had gone down on his knees, the bottoms of his palms to his chin. He had reneged on his earlier tolerance of the man-sized puppy and was leaning rather pointedly on Vigilance to ensure there was no further encroaching of his personal space by the fuzzball guardian. "You should be too, s'long as you're here. Due to the babies, not me. It's the final moments, then we're back out in the cold for months. Do either of you know who runs the betting rings around here? Could have made three marks off that red. Or maybe less. Kind of an easy bet."
He rocked his head back and forth on his hands, looking over the remaining squadron of Candidates. What would happen if it were the other way around, and they picked their dragons? Would there be fights to the death? Hatchlings certainly liked to bicker with each other in that short pre-Impression period. The trollish green toying with the girls was a prime example. No one knew what went through draconic minds before Impression, as they seemed to quickly resolve into what was needed afterwards, and forgot their raw beginnings. A chill shot through his stomach that had nothing to do with the bump to his head: even tiny Dalibor could put on a good Hatch. "Shhh!" he hissed at Atenna.
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Post by Ruin on Mar 28, 2012 23:02:46 GMT -5
Oh it was a surprise indeed when the green not only stopped to consider her, but also coiled around her! She had seen it happen, but wasn’t expecting it, not for her, and ohhh it was looking at her! For one long moment Dora couldn’t manage to breathe around the possibility that everything she had thought had been wrong, and that her life was about to change so drastically it would leave her spinning. Something was wrong, though. There was no feeling in that look, and hadn’t all the others seem so joyfully entranced? Beautiful as the rainbow facets were, spinning with their colours much as her heart was fluttering, that gaze held nothing for Dora—and it held nothing for the little dragonet. When the Green moved on, the girl wasn’t certain how she should feel: She was disappointed, yes, but also…relieved?
It was so much so fast, and there didn’t appear to be a chance for even her Elly to find a dragon, and while she would never admit it to her sister, sometimes Dora imagined there were some things she took to better. Like disappointment. Simple as she was, happy as she was to have a normal life of gardening and keeping to the plants, lost opportunities didn’t bring her any source of sadness. Even if Elly Impressed, why, she could just live at Crescent and they’d never be too far apart—oh it would break her heart to lose her sister like that, but if it made her happy she could manage, couldn’t she? Elly though, why that girl had her sights set on being something bigger than herself, on her existence mattering outside her own world, it was far better that she do well here at Dalibor.
Just have to make sure you make the best impression you can. And she would, as long as her sister needed her. Perhaps they’d even have a good use for her here if she aged out—turns away though that was. A soft, happy sigh marked her trailing thoughts as a ‘very good plan’, and she flashed her barely-older sister another smile. The girl had known best for them, hadn’t she, they could grow old together here—though Elly wouldn’t have the safest of professions—and Weyrs were kind to their own, so all the stories said. Even the fledglings who had been most violent, were well matched now, testament to how good they were at their core, why if they could be happy, so could two youngsters off their steading looking for a new home. ”This is it, eh, Elly?” She whispered softly to her sister.
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Come on to him, why that would be the day, and the man would probably like it. ”I always knew you were something of a shipfish yourself, Ekuda,” he quipped, memories coming back of a past summer when finding a dolphin had been all he’d dreamed of—and the stories he’d heard about their sex drive fed by…well…fed by men much like the one sitting next to him. Come to think of it, what with how cold it was, Sebol wasn’t entirely certain if the stories weren’t true—suppose he’d learn all about it come spring. The lump against his belly protested and moved, three sets of claws pricking into his cloth, the fourth—oddly absent—was merely a pressure poking into his gut gently, reminding him that he was the most toasty when he wasn’t squirming about.
Adoring smile pulling at his mouth, Sebol shook off Ekuda’s hiss—which was louder than either he or Atenna had been speaking—to give the woman a wink. ”Ever your man, here to help!”
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Post by Alec on Mar 28, 2012 23:40:14 GMT -5
A'lec couldn't help overhearing Saia's comment about the markings on Tinikth as he fed his pink. Tinikth swiveled her head to look at her side, as if just noticing the darker marks along her abdomen and neck. She stopped mid-chew and dipped her head low to the sands. Saia was right. She was hurt, though not in the same way the girl had meant it.
Why does she say that? Am I not pretty? A'lec was immediately there to comfort her, stopping her before she could continue. Of course you are. You're beautiful. he reassured her. She looked up at him with her blue eyes, flecks of yellow and orange speckling them.
Each time a new pair would Impress, she would get as far away from them as she could while still being right next to A'lec. She didn't want to get hurt. A'lec had to constantly give her the love and support that she needed, but he knew if this were to continue, it would be awhile before she was fed and oiled, not to mention if they ended up with a roommate. So, he quickly thought of an idea to help her calm down.
Tinikth, love. Do not worry about them. I'm here for you. Focus on me, and I promise they will not bother you. Tinikth did as he said and focused on just him. Suddenly, all the pain, the fear, and the worry melted away. And she felt the joy that she had when she first found him.
Finally relieved that his pink had relaxed, he began to think of other ways that could help her calm down in the future, as this was only a temporary fix. Maybe if he socialized her with the right dragons and people, she'll understand that the world doesn't hate her. It would take time and effort, but he was willing to do anything for her.
Tinikth picked up on his train of thoughts, and knew he was completely right. But she couldn't shake the feeling that it was. She was afraid that if she did something, it would be frowned upon, and the world really would hate her. She looked around and tried to find someone to try to socialize with, just to prove to herself there was some hope.
She sucked up her courage and, gripping A'lec's mind tightly with hers, and made her way towards Schrodith, A'lec in tow. Y-y-you don't think I-I'm dumb, d-do you? she asked her black brother nervously before darting back behid A'lec so she wouldn't get scratched for asking such a stupid qestion.
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Rii
Wingleader
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Post by Rii on Mar 28, 2012 23:50:49 GMT -5
The Hatching was almost over. G'dan turned his dreamer's gaze on Day'ar; the viridianweyrling had been growing increasingly edgy the longer things ran. A few moments' assessment led him to the thought that he wanted to see to his newly-Impressed friend. A shy, gentle smile curved his lips as he retracted his arm. "Looks like things are winding down. Why don't you see to your friend?" he suggested softly. There was hesitation in his mien; he didn't want to invite himself. Maybe he likes her.
Now why did that dishearten him, when he should have been glad for his friend?
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One egg. There was one egg and one hatchling left on the sands, and the green had summarily dismissed the pair of them. Close, though, Elly thought with eternal optimism. She rather thought that sooner or later the right dragon would hatch for her twin. There's sommat special wrapped up inside my Dora, and it's only a matter o' time before someone else realizes it. Patience was needed. Patience she didn't have, unfortunately - her fingers rattled against her hip with nervous energy. She wanted this - for both of them, Dora who needed to know she was important and worthwhile after all, and Elly... Well, admit it to yourself. Me too. She wanted something bigger, something challenging, something more than cothold life. Risk and payoff.
What if one of us does and the other doesn't? She kept coming back to the problem like a sore tooth. Then we'll be there for each other regardless, she told herself stubbornly, and we won't give up. So there.
At Elidora's whisper, she favored her sister with her usual carefree smile. "It is that," she whispered back. "Last cards on the table. Maybe better luck next time, eh?" Because they weren't giving up. No, that would be admitting defeat too easy. She'd dragged them there, and the only way they'd get rid of her would be when she was too old to stand.
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Post by laushi on Mar 29, 2012 0:25:07 GMT -5
Laushi was starting to get just a tad…fuzzy around the edges. It was no problem with his vision, but a growing exhaustion that pulled at his limbs and left a burning urge to let his shoulders drop and fall forward. Still, despite the fatigue inching in as the shock and adrenaline from his injuries began melting away Laushi wasn't ready to be taken out of the game just yet. He was aware, still aware of what was going on across the sands around him, but not as keenly as the usually hyper alert boy would be at another time.
Ieco’s approach was one of the things still noticed quickly, as it brought someone into his ‘personal bubble’ of sorts. Also, because it was his friend Laushi burned energy putting extra effort into standing straighter instead of falling inwards. Ieco was hovering, obviously concerned…Laushi couldn’t have that now could he?! ”I’ll live. It would take more than this to kill me…you know me..too stubborn.” despite his effort the words came out with less enthusiasm than he had intended. Still it was the truth. Laushi would never lie. Well, he would never lie to the best of his knowledge anyway. It was surprisingly comforting to have his friend still there with him, sharing the mutual tortuous wait.
For the first time Laushi did not see the threat long before it collided with him, listening to Ieco as he had been the green’s approach went unnoticed until it was almost too late. He attempted to move away from the green as she pushed at his knees, but the shallow gashes on his leg had take a toll and the muscle had stiffened with the effort to remain standing despite the pain. So instead he fell to the sands briefly, palms hitting the hot grains first he his arms to avoid most of the impact and twisted so his uninjured hip hit the ground…of course that mean his gashed leg took the punishment and the bruising.
With a muffled exclamation of annoyance and pain Laushi struggled back to his feet…although at this point he almost wanted to remain sitting on the sands for a few minutes regardless of the heat…he needed a break. What was it…some kind of ceremony…cause Laushi pain before impressing? A few more dragonets were wandering now, and impressing…but he wasn’t in the best condition to be taking notes.
Standing once more, one more time…he watched as Altolec impressed the pink only a foot or so away. ”Tinikth hu? Go ahead, go take care of her..she’s beautiful , congratulations. I’ll manage, I always do don’t I?” he informed his friend jokingly with a happy smile, fighting off the stinging in his eyes that threatened to overtake his stoic will for more than one reason. And now, it was only him and Seta standing together.
At least Morndag and Ieco were still out here with him, so he wasn’t that alone. And how was Morndag doing? Trying to focus on something other than his discomfort Laushi cast a glance in Morndag’s direction and froze with held breath. The purple had…oh wow…scratch that…well at least Ieco and Seta were out here with him. As Morndag and his new dragon walked by his friend whispered a ‘thank you’ and commented that Laushi’s turn would come soon. Laushi couldn’t bring himself to speak, but gave Morndag a smile and a nod. Morndag would always have a protector now, even when Laushi couldn’t be around…he could think of nothing more fitting. There was still Iceo, so it was alright.
Iceo left him next.
It was a cute little black that impressed his remaining friend just after Iceo had commented that ‘it wouldn’t be long now’. ”No, not long at all. Congratulations.” he said and watched the pair leave. Now it was just him, and the boy he had only recently discovered he got along with, a future friend perhaps…Seta. Standing alone was perhaps the more painful prospect between not having impressed so far, and watching his friends leave one at a time. What was left now?
As Iceo had said, it wouldn’t be long now. One egg yet unhatched. And two wandering about as far as he could tell…a rather wicked little green, and …an injured blue..? He watched, waiting for them to impress one of the other candidates, and for the last to hatch and impress. It was almost over. He was ready for this to be over. The bloodied boy had no doubt by now that this, if ever, was not his time to impress. Laushi wanted to be alone by this point, alone where he could finally collapse and rest where his weakness would not be noticeable to others, he wanted to be alone so he could go over the events and center himself and re-harden his inner strength.
It wasn’t a big deal…that everyone he cared about here was entering a new phase in their lives. He was used to being alone after all, he was just going back to the way it was before. That wouldn’t be so hard…..right? Weary green eyes watched the last bit of the hatching, but his stubborn spirit caused the boy to stand strait and lift his chin slightly...he would show no weakness today. A ghost of a smile still on his lips. Who would go next?
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RavenSong
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Post by RavenSong on Mar 29, 2012 0:37:09 GMT -5
So many hatchlings, so many Impressions. The activity whirled around Finavair in a blur of colour and name. She noted that Saia and Rennin Impressed. Finavair frowned to herself. They mucked about and Impressed, and she remained there? Hmph. Enviously, she watched the others leave the Sands. It took her a moment to realize her emotion and when she did, she quickly stopped herself. It wouldn't do, she decided, to be envious of those who had been at Dalibor longer than she had. A woman of the status she aspired to would never be jealous of those with better luck. Still, though, she felt a twinge of worry as the Sands slowly emptied. Pinks, greens, blacks, the cyan, the red, the brown... all had passed her by, choosing the injured or the ones who, in Fina's mind, lacked poise. Still, though, there were a purple, pink, and green on the Sands, taking their time making their Impression. And five eggs remained unhatched.
Finavair straightened her posture and straightened her robes, determined to present her best front for the dragonets. The cyan that popped out of an orange-y egg while she was worrying caught her eye. She was impressed by the dragonet's personality, how she brooked no nonsense from anyone. She loved it. Whoever the cyan Impressed to would have the easiest dragon, she thought. Her focus then switched to the purple, watching him play with the rest of the dragonets.
It came to be that Finavair wasn't even paying attention as the cyan walked up to her.
Finavair, let's go. Asuth needs food or we'll never get anything done. Fina blinked in shock and glanced down, noting the no-nonsense cyan -- Asuth -- at her feet. She had Impressed! A brilliant smile broke out over her face as she knelt down to hug the dragonet. Go, Barahath. No one wants you here. This statement drew a frown to Finavair's lips.
"No, Asuth, we are polite to others, it's how we interact in a proper manner. If we are to become great, we need to be polite to others," she scolded, earning a stare from the cyan.
We'll see, Asuth said simply. I still need food so we can get things done. The dragonet looked around for a moment, then looked up at Finavair. Well? You know where the food is. I don't. She gave Finavair a warning tap on the knee with a paw, keeping her claws off her bonded. Take me there. I require food, and I will have no further nonsense from you even if you are my own. Finavair raised a brow, then stood and led Asuth over to where the other dragonets were eating. She claimed a bucket for Asuth as Flash betweened in. Asuth stared at the much-smaller blue, decidedly not impressed. What is this? she demanded.
"Asuth, this is Flash, my firelizard. He's three Turns old and is a very smart firelizard."
Good. I don't like stupidity, Asuth said, sticking her face into the bucket of meat. Finavair pulled the bucket away and picked a piece out of it.
"Sit down and open up, Asuth," Finavair said. Flash chirped his agreement, projecting images of how to eat into Asuth's mind. Asuth growled at Flash, who simply blinked at her.
I know how to eat, she said testily. Finavair just rolled her eyes and offered Asuth a piece of meat. The cyan took it and snapped it down greedily. More! she demanded. Remembering from Flash's infancy that overfeeding a hatchling could cause issues, Fina slowly fed Asuth.
"You and I are going to have problems in the future, I can see it now," she commented.
Then do as I say and we won't, Asuth responded simply.
"You'll have to learn to compromise, because there'll be times where I have to be the leader," Finavair stated. "Like when we fight Thread." Asuth paused in her chewing to ponder this, then shook off her wings.
We'll see.
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Ondine
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Post by Ondine on Mar 29, 2012 1:00:30 GMT -5
Ondine thought that maybe W'al just didn't hear her. Whatever the reason, she never got an answer to her question. Maybe it'd come up in Weyrling classes. Hopefully it would! She needed to learn how to stand up and tell Dilath no! Although, looking at her, safe and happy as could be with her head plopped firmly in the former candidate's lap, she couldn't really figure out how she was supposed to do that. No, she was a healer, and part of healing was making the tough decisions. Right?
...damn, things were more complicated when you had a dragon.
But that was okay! In fact, it was downright fun. She stretched, happy that, somehow, she had avoided injury out on the blooded sands. Plenty hadn't, including her roommate. That made her feel worse about it, but it was better for the healer not to get injured, yeah? She made a mental note to check in on Rennin later. Maybe as soon as she got Dilath settled. But that was for the future, there was plenty going on on the sands right now! Like more Impressions. And she watched as Rhikail Impressed a beautiful Green that...well, apparently was giving her a scolding.
The girl giggled madly. Poor Rhikail had wanted a quiet Blue! And she'd gotten a chatty green. How chatty only became more and more evident, as the dragonet simply wouldn't stop chattering and chirping. Much like, perhaps, Dilath. If Dilath could make more noises than the few that were available to her. Her dragonet chittered in her doze, but suddenly woke up, as though someone were talking to her. Certainly, Ondine couldn't hear anyone talking, but maybe another dragon had. She looked up, and her blue eyes lit up, body vibrating with happiness. Tulath! You found Yours, and she's so pretty! Dilath wouldn't care if Tulath tried to talk over her, she knew that her sister was listening. Try sleeping when you're done! It's fantastic!
The human watched as A'lan started to take care of Rhikail's arm, giving her roommate a happy smile. "Congratulations, even if it wasn't exactly what you wanted." The smile grew a little larger as she considered a few more things. "And we get to be Weyrlings together! It's going to be a good sized class, so many Pinks!" Four of them, so far. With one egg still to hatch, as she watched more Impress and more eggs hatch.
But when I'co came off the sands and nobody was there to tend to his dragonet, she had to excuse herself. But she could hardly just walk over and start, abandoning Rhikail, that would be rude to her friend! And friend she was, if only in Ondine's mind, and that wasn't something she had seen coming. "Whoops. When your arm's been tended to, join me? I need to take care of-" Patayth! Ondine paused, looked down at her little bundle of joy and happiness. And then looked back up with something like joy in her eyes as well. "Patayth, apparently." She rushed over to the healer's bench, dunked her hands in redwort again, put some oil on, and then grabbed a salve of numbweed, some water, and a little redwort. Running into a wall, while painful, didn't sound so bad.
And it wasn't. She dropped down in front of the Black, squealing with how cute he was. "Hello! I'm Ondine! Can I take care of those scratches on your chin? I promise to be gentle." To the dragon. Maybe not to I'co, who looked perfectly kissable. Dilath, beside her, was beside herself, trying to trumpet her joy into the air. It didn't happen, all that came out with a tiny bugle of chattering. Not giving up, she banged her tail into the ground, racing around her brother. Patayth! You banged yourself up, feeling okay? Don't worry, MyOwn will take care of it! She's good at doing these things! Is this Yours? He looks happy! Ondine just smiled at her dragon, hearing those thoughts as well, but she wanted to get either I'co's or Patayth's permission first. She grinned up at the boy, "Congrats, by the way. Mind if I take care of him?"
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Post by larkwing on Mar 29, 2012 2:01:52 GMT -5
Two more impressed, neither we're to him. Kuro sighed, considering standing again but thinking it was no use. The sands were scorching hot yes, but if he stood he had the ultimate feeling that he'd throw up. Instead he focused on the final egg, breathing steadily so not to pass out or some such thing, his mind working against his fears to stay calm. In a way he was partially in a state of shock and almost in a trance all at once.
When Delilah came over he pulled away, jerking himself back quickly not understanding. However, the healer must have not cared because she was applying numbweed faster than he could think to say anything to her. His teeth gritted, not liking the help but unable to deny the fact that it made him feel better. He had been bleeding out, that thought finally drove itself to his brain and attested to all the reasons why he was feeling as he did.
So, knowing he could not pull away again from her ministrations Kurosaki ignored her and looked the other way. That was fine since it had him looking back at the final egg and wondering what it could hold. Twitch, twitch......twitch. He noted each individual spasm, focusing entirely on that instead of the healer next to him. It was easier than acknowledging her presence, his wounds or the fear swirling inside. He knew there would be blood and he knew he wouldn't impress. If it wouldn't hurt so much he'd have given one of his sighs.
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Gray
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Post by Gray on Mar 29, 2012 4:24:24 GMT -5
All should go well now, Doggarel thought. She doubted Alitapth could cause much trouble now. The dragonet was wolfing down meat and starting to feel sleepy. Doggarel herself was feeling the effects as her thoughts slowed a bit. The agitation seemed to be perpetually there though. That was until Malith spoke up. The dragonet bristled almost visibly. Oh look! A green who doesn't know any better! The red snapped back quickly, turning her head to face the green. Dog paled a bit. The red's retort wasn't witty, but the anger that seethed from her was hot and horrid.
Bracing herself, Dog tried to restrain the red. Oh how was she supposed to do this? “Calm down now. Can you please try to contain her? I don't want more bloodshed tonight.” Dog spoke to Odelle. Placing a hand on Alitapth's back. “Now come eat, once you've eaten you can lay down. I'm sure we'll have a lovely new room for you to live in.” Dog was trying to distract Alitapth at the moment, but it wasn't working well.
Thrashing her tail the red stalked over to Malith and hissed angrily, her bloodied fangs bared. She tried to snap, but stumbled a bit, turning around, Alitapth snarled at Doggarel who was holding onto her tail. “Hold it! No. You will not bite her. No. You just did enough damage. Now you get over here and eat. Then we will discuss your behavior.” Dog spoke in what she hoped was a commanding tone, though there was a bit of wavering to it. Malith was no longer the ofcus of her attention, so Alitaph calmed. Slightly at least. Giving the green a final his, she tromped back to where their meat bucket was, only looking up from her meat to send Patayth and annoyed snort.
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Each time and egg hatched, Seven held his breath. Each time a dragonet passed him by, he let the breath out in a slow hiss. He was starting to feel a bit jaded. Of course none of them wanted him. He smelled like runners and had a beard. It was his fault. He wasn't properly groomed. He was messy. First impressions are critical. To them, he probably looked like a useless lump. Next time. Next time it would be better. Of the pair that were walking from the sands, the blue seemed the most sensible. That black? Well Seven was sure there was something possibly wrong. Perhaps he was confused? Either way, that left the green and the final egg. He looked to the fellow candidates. Well, they all couldn't impress this go. Straightening up, he figured if he would be left standing, he would stand with dignity.
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Mar 29, 2012 4:42:39 GMT -5
After the flood of females (and the interesting purple) had gone away in search of food, two dragonets—a black and a blue—made their way into the world, and just as quickly, they were gone. Well, not really gone, of course—they had seemed to find their riders happily enough (though ‘happily’ might not be the right word in the blue’s case, as he didn’t quite seem the sort to do anything happily, to Viyeri’s eyes) and of course, their responsible new life partners would soon be leading them off the sands. To the remaining candidates, whatever hope had been stirred by their arrival was now ended, concluded. Gone.
“Not many left now,” he muttered to Tremayne, beside him. It was true—not just of eggs, or dragonets, but candidates as well. There were a fair amount still standing—or relatively standing, in the case of those who, like him, had had the misfortune to get to inspect the strength of the new dragons’ teeth and claws with their bare skin—but it wasn’t much compared to how many had entered. And there was only one remaining dragon, and one unhatched egg. Obviously, many were going to be leaving disappointed today.
Was Viyeri one of them? He questioned himself not so much as to whether or not he would be leaving with one of the remaining two potential hatchlings, but as to whether he would be disappointed when, almost inevitably, he was among those going home with nothing but scratches to remember the hatching by. Disappointed? Why should he be, when he had never really considered himself a candidate in the first place? There was logically no reason to be disappointed for something he had never expected. That was the joy of pessimism, wasn’t it? Pessimism’s one and only joy.
And yet he was. Inexplicably, he was. Despite the terror and the carnage, Viyeri had seen the way the candidates looked in those scattered bright moments of glowing impression, seen how radiantly happy they looked. Happy and whole. Could a dragon make you feel whole if you didn’t feel whole already? Or did they only choose people who already felt that way, and somehow bring themselves to a new stage of completion, of happiness? The latter made more sense. And yet he still had to wonder, with jealousy he couldn’t completely find a way to bury, what exactly they were feeling, in those moments. That moment a dragon’s mind touched theirs, permeated and melded and became it, and made them something else entirely, something better. Viyeri wanted to know, but he accepted that he probably never would.
He did take a strange comfort in the fact that Tremayne hadn’t impressed either, and he wondered if it was mean-spirited of him to hope that neither of the remaining dragons picked him, either. It probably was—but Viyeri was selfish and mean-spirited often enough not to care too much. Even if he didn’t like Tremayne—hated his snoring and his nauseating brand of sarcasm and childishness and bullying tendencies—Viyeri had somehow gotten used to having him there. And he didn’t mind him as much as he used to. And all his flaws, which Viyeri took such delight in finding and picking apart, had actually served to make Viyeri feel somewhat more comfortable with him. After all, he didn’t have to feel bad being mean and sarcastic to someone who was going to be mean and sarcastic right back to him no matter how he was treated.
That too helped Viyeri not feel so bad about the fact that he didn’t want Tremayne to impress. He didn’t expect Tremayne to have any high hopes for Viyeri’s impression either, so why should Viyeri feel bad? He didn’t know what was going to come out of that egg, and whether it, or the green dragonet, might somehow choose him, but if they didn’t, Viyeri had made his peace with it. Just as long as they didn’t pick his roommate, so that even with the blow of going back to the candidate’s barracks, he wouldn’t feel so alone.
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Post by larkwing on Mar 29, 2012 16:05:08 GMT -5
Do you have a death wish Malith? Honestly, you'd think you're a Tan with all that stupidity!
Snorting Lorenth left her rider who was trying fruitlessly to brush off the sand from her meat and marched over to the other Green. Now I know BigRed over there isn't the brightest hide in the bunch, but that's all the more reason to not bother her. Anyone with two marks worth of sense knows that. Come on, there are better things to do anyway, personally I think it would get boring, she'll just come back with the same retort every time. Rage, rage, hiss, rage, flail.....boooooooring!
The dragonet seemed to smirk as she flicked her tail behind her and curled it around her front paws. She was hungry still, and as if on cue her belly rumbled at the moment Sakalas found the dragonet again and offered a bucket of meat, which unknowingly to Lorenth was the same meat she had dropped on the ground before. She ate it happily now though, oblivious to the trick and happy to simply fill her stomach. SisterMine, you should come here with SaiaYours, you too Dalahirath! Let's all be friends, okay? She chirped, her head tilting to the side and yet her eyes were whirling with a thin sliver of red and orange.
Oh yes SakalasDear, let's all be friends...and then they'll have to love me and pay attention to how amaaaazing I am! Teehee, isn't this a brilliant plan, maybe I can even wrap that lovely Purple around my talon too. What do you think? I think that you need to finish eating and stop trying to take over the Weyr. Kalith will eat you. Lorenth snorted, and then took a darting glance toward the Copper Queen. Oh no, you don't actually think she'd eat me do you? That would be awful, just terrible!
Course not......as long as you stay like that. But of course, I'm a nice obedient little drag.....FARANTH WHAT AM I SAYING?!?! Shards no I'm not going to be told what to do by some stick in the mud Queen! Saka simply shook her head and patted the little dragonet's head. You just keep telling yourself that.
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Kila
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Post by Kila on Mar 29, 2012 23:46:00 GMT -5
There was only one egg and one dragonet left. Oh Farnath.. Tremayne thought to himself, his insides churning unpleasantly. Viyeri said something to the same effect and Tremayne nodded somberly. He did not do well with being nervous- it made him feel sick. To say that he felt queasy would be putting things lightly. Since that nausea was creeping up on him fast, he had to concentrate on the egg and dragonet intensely to forget his feelings of anxiety.
This was it. If the little Green or whatever was inside that egg did not choose him then he would be leaving the sands just as he’d come- dragonless. The thought was almost too horrible to bear, as well as the idea of returning home having failed yet again. He tried to be brave, to push all those thoughts aside so that the last dragonets would find a mind strong and fearless when or if they looked his way, but he could not mask his fear. After seeing the look of utter happiness of the faces of the Candidates that had impressed, he wanted this more than ever. Never had he had cause for such joy as he had seen today. He hadn’t seen many sad dragon riders, so he believed whole-heartedly that, despite their temperament, inpressing a dragon would make him happy.
Tremayne spared a glance at his roommate and felt a slight wave of relief. Again Tremayne was relieved and reassured by Viyeri’s presence. In all circumstances misery loves company. Just the fact that he was not alone in this threat of failure was something of a relaxing thought. With two dragons left, he mused, We could both impress or neither of us impress. The thought that Viyeri would impress and he would not was simply out of the question. Tremayne would recover quickly if the opposite happened, for he was a selfish creature, but the thought of being the odd man out was torturous. Without meaning too, the two stood slightly closer together- unwilling allies.
And then the last egg hatched….
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Mar 30, 2012 11:42:15 GMT -5
One dragon was left now. One dragon and one egg. Fermillionesca began to relax into the state of mind that, with all the candidates still standing about, her chances of Impression were slim to none. That was fine, though. It gave her more time to work with runners and train her new brown flit that had joined her already rather large family. As a girl scooted closer to her and began to talk it was a welcomed distraction, even if previously two candidates had been attacked for such behavior. They would be fine, Fermi consoled herself. She smiled at Raksha and held her hand, a gesture of both comfort and camaraderie.
"If not, it won't be too bad," Fermi decided, stepping closer to the other girl, "Just means I get'ta spend more time gettin' to know people." Her hand squeezed Raksha's tighter, then returned to the previous ease of her hold.
"Th'name's Fermi, by the way." She grinned toothily at Raksha before turning her attentions to the sands again. This green left there had attacked her brother before and the trader could think of no reason why she should turn her back for very long on a creature that could seem nice and then attack you quickly when you least expected it. She wasn't about to be caught with her trousers down, so to speak. Still, her thoughts couldn't help but go back to her flitters in the room. She hoped they were behaving themselves, with the newbie added to their fair.
|| OOC : Merg! The shortness! /flails. Will post more later. Assume A'lan is tending Rhikail and Nimara/Waroth are watching stuff and (for the most part) being polite.
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Post by Admin on Mar 30, 2012 19:14:58 GMT -5
The sun goes down, The stars come out, And all that counts, Is here and now.The green began to grow bored with the candidates. Even the stupid, giddy one she had taunted knew her tricks. Her deceitful desires was constrained by her constantly shifting feelings. Her mood swings were frequent and dramatic. As soon as boredom stuck her, the green changed. She marched rather than stalked or walked, striding across the hot sands with new found purpose to her lean frame. She wanted her candidate. It was a strong desire. It pierced her to her very core. She wanted what was hers. That was a dangerous desire in and of itself, but there was nothing that was pacifistic about her. Her attack on Iyakath would be the only one for a turn or two, but that did not mean she was stable. She was deceitful and dramatic. She was brazen and blunt. She was she the green. She desired hers. Meanwhile, the dragonet within that final egg was scrambling at the crack he had managed to create. Movement could be seen through the opening and it widened increasingly, revealing flashes of what the egg contained. Was it a black? Or perhaps a blue? A purple? Or perhaps it was not a boy. Perhaps it was a cyan or a green. Whatever the dragonet was, it had a dark hide, likely made darker by the goo that smeared its skin. Oh, how desperately it wanted to get out of this dingy, dark, dirty prison! It wanted to be free! However, the dragonet knew whining would do absolutely no good, so it simply kept up its desperate fight against the shell that held it, kicking and flailing in the only awkward manner it could manage. It would be tired when it escaped, but it knew the result would be worth all the effort. The green was ignorant to the desperation of her final sibling; expecting empathy from her was irrational. She could be empathetic when it suited her or when the right mood struck her, but most of the time, she focused on herself. Or what interested her. Or what was hers. Right at that moment, on those hot, hot sands, she was focused on the third option. She wanted what was hers and she had found what was hers to her immense satisfaction. Curling around the girl's feet, she stared up at her with true adoration in her rainbow eyes. The adoration was tainted by an immense desire to challenge this newly found mind and bond, but it was still real. It was true. It was genuine. Fermillionesca. Pretty name. Katotohanath and Fermillionesca. That's us. What shall we now, MineOnlyOwn? Oh, I know! Food. Now.With a pop, the final egg shattered and sent the dragonet within it flying across the sands. He stumbled as he caught himself and shook himself clean, shedding the bits of evil shell that still clung to his hide. It turned out that he was a he and a blue. He was very dark blue, but out of the shell, he bore few resemblances to any black, being large, muscular, and stocky. Yes, he was most certainly a blue and was very happy with that fact. He was also very happy to be free of his egg, enjoying the warmth of the sand against his hide. It had been a long, hard struggle, but he was a fighter. He was a warrior, strong and proud. Nothing could keep him from reaching his goals. Not his egg, not anything! Of course, except for his four big, awkward, clumsy feet. As soon as he took a step, he tripped. With a sigh, the blue got up, shook himself off, and carefully made his way forward on his awkward limbs. He wasn't defeated, not yet, not ever. Candidates, here he came! Much to his disappoint, reaching the candidates didn't produce quite the results for which he had hoped. His rider wasn't simply standing there, right at the front of the group. There was still a dozen candidates there, ranging in age, height, and gender. They ranged in everything and he didn't want everything. He wanted his, the one which would be forever his and the one to which he would forever be theirs. He didn't hate anyone there, but he didn't like any of them and that was enough. There was only one, so he skittered passed candidate after candidate. Elianne. Elidora. Raksha. Seta. Tremayne. Viyeri. Then his eyes fell upon one final soul and he contently sat at the boy's feet. Yes, this one was right. This one was his and he would remain loyally at this human's side for the rest of his days. Together they would fight and together they would triumph, one heart and mind contained in two bodies. L'shi, uh, perhaps food for your Bawith? Despite his bold beliefs and determination, the blue's mental voice was quiet and polite. For all that he fully believed himself to be a fighter, he was also a lover. He loved his rider. He loved the world. He wasn't going to say as much, but what would he say? He was short on words. He didn't get words. All he had was L'shi and a cause. That was it. That was him, that loyal, simple soul. He was as uncomplicated as L'shi and his causes. I am hungry, but uh, how are you?As soon as her final child Impressed, Kalith stopped humming. She shifted, eager for the crowds to leave so she could get out of Waroth's presence and feed. Fajra patted her dragon on the shoulder, reminding her of those things called patience and purpose. Then the redheaded woman stepped out in front of her dragon to address the crowd, clearing her throat so she could project loudly enough that most would hopefully hear her. If nothing else, the dragons could pass the speech to each other. "Thank you all for coming. Congratulations to our newest class of weyrlings. Welcome to Dalibor, Snowstealers!" She cast an amused glanced at the white drifts outside the cavern. It had been a good day, what with twenty new weyrlings. She was in a good mood. "They will be training under W'al of purple Kerath with the assistance of Catori. Weyrlings, please report to your weyrlingmasters. Everyone else, if you would please retire to the dining hall, I'm sure O'sho will give you a rousing speech. My riders will give rides to those who require them." She glanced at the assembled riders and dragons, trying to make it clear that leaving guests to slog through the snow would result in her ire. "Snowstealers! Over here, darlings!" W'al raised his hand and waved at the crowd of youths and dragonets. "We're going to wrap up with this feeding, but uh, Laushi? La'shi? Don't let him choke. Catori will be making an appearance tomorrow, but since my class are responsible, between-ready souls, I have a bit more time. A bit." Cloudchasers, you have tonight and tomorrow morning without classes. No alcohol tonight but also no curfew. Sleep in tomorrow and then repair your equipment; Kerath relayed. At his rider's suggestion, he stressed the prohibited nature of alcohol to Unath. Though he hadn't missed a beat, W'al focused his attention on his younger class once those instructions were sent. "Now we're going down to the barrack as soon as we get you all some coats and boots!"As if on cue, K'ber, P'nay, and Fahra appeared with a collection of assistants, toting hand-me-down riding jackets and wherhide boots. "Try to find a pair that fits reasonably well, but they're temporary;" W'al said, not about to listen to weyrlings whining about how their clothing made them look ugly. "If you or your dragonet are injured, you are going with the healers. Your room will be waiting for you if you get cleared by a master. Or you can join the party. Either way, stick with a buddy. Go talk to L'kie. I do not want to see you in the group when we leave." He shot a purposeful look around the group, eyes landing on figures like L'shi, Rennin, Saia, X'enos, and Rhikail. "The rest of you lot! We're moving out! Kerath is going to cut a path for us, but we're going to try to keep this quick. If your dragonet is small enough, carry them. Blues can walk." Kerath ambled passed his rider as they headed for the main exit. What glorious snow, but my, is it cold! He shoved unceremoniously into the first drift, leading the way into the night. Turn the lights out now, Now I'll take you by the hand, Hand you another drink, Drink it if you can.
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Post by Gray on Mar 30, 2012 21:09:36 GMT -5
Seven waited with slight anxiety. This was it. This was the end. If one of them didn't choose him, he would be left standing. Looking over those gathered, he knew he wouldn't be alone. Calloused fingers drummed against his thigh, his breath caught in his throat. The green looked a bit annoyed, she had just attacked her brother before he impressed. It made him a bit nervous. He didn't want any more blood. It was making his stomach turn a bit. He wasn't squeamish, but it coupled with the anxiety was a bit much. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself.
The green was on the move. She knew who she wanted though, and didn't even give the boys a second glance. Good, he told himself. Knowing what you want and need was a good trait. He followed her progress until she curled around a girl's feet. A girl he knew. Probably the only candidate he knew the name of. Fermillionesca.
He couldn't help but smile a bit as he saw the green around her feet. Coupled with her fair, the girl would have her hands full. But she had seemed sensible when they had done chores together. Still, this just meant there was one dragon left. Turning to look at the egg, he dampened his hopes. He didn't want to seem visibly disappointed. Clearing his expression, he looked to the others, silently wishing them luck.
As the egg cracked, he caught a flash of a hide, but ti was too obscured and too egg-gooped to be discernible. His lips pressed into a thin, hard line. Seven was getting a bit impatient. His legs were a bit sore, the sand was far too warm under foot, and he was not looking forward to the chores tomorrow. But there was a faint bit of hope as the egg released it's bounty. The audible pop was odd, but as the dragonet flew out he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He was an interesting blue. About as graceful as a lame duck, but he was still young. Surely he'd grow into some semblance of grace.
His second trip was less amusing, but still cute. It made him think of wobbly legged foals taking their first steps. He was a trooper though, and Seven liked that. A good, determined dragonet. Sensible. Logical. Simple. At least, that's what he had guessed. This blue wasn't all about dramatics like some others. The blue picked through the candidates, and Seven let himself hope a bit. But no, he was passed up like the others. He followed the blue until an impression was made to one of the other boys. He was left to stand. Ok. He could live with that.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed this forward as a 'Learning experience' and resolved to spend some time with his runners tonight. But still. He had something to do. He stood while the announcements were made. The moment he was dismissed, he walked over to Fermillionesca. “Congratulations. I'm glad you impressed.” He smiled a bit, as much as Seven really allowed himself to smile. “What's her name?”
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Snowstealers. The name made Doggarel giggle a bit. Oh she was a weyrling now! She had a dragon and C'at had a dragon and they would have awesome adventures now. More awesome than they had before! She looked over to the stuffed Alitapth with pride. She was so excited! Though she hoped she would be able to mend what her dragon had done. She would have to try and bake something, to make up for it all. Or maybe see if those mauled by her grumpy girl actually even wanted to talk to her and accept an apology. She hoped they did.
Why? They were in my way. They were not right. You are such a sucker Doggarelmine. You need to disregard them. They are not me. They are not important like I am. They are useless, and they will always be useless. Alitapth wasn't kind, nor caring. She was just mean. The grudge wouldn't hold though. She'd have a good night's sleep, and the slate would be cleared. The anger though? It would always be there. Now that they are all hatched, we can go. I don't want to be here any more. Let us go now![/i] The red wasn't interested in hearing the announcements, and she punctuated her demands with a snarl, already pushing Doggarel away from the others.
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Post by laushi on Mar 30, 2012 21:12:24 GMT -5
The healer had not forced him off the sands, not yet anyway. The green impressed, and the slow-to-hatch egg finally released a dark blue…and it was a good thing too. Laushi had started to consider trying to help the egg hatch, but surely if he tried something so foolish he might get killed. Even so he wasn’t sure if he could do nothing if it came down to it. It was amusing, but for a guy who had fought so hard to live sometimes he appeared to have a deathwish.
With a pop the egg gave way fully and an intensely colored very dark blue spilled out…likely his color would lighten a bit as he dried off. Laushi winced as the dragonet fell, but gave a smile when the stubborn little one got up again. The blue examined the candidates as he walked along, and Laushi was hoping he could avoid yet another dragonet-inflicted injury today. Laushi turned his head to watch the blue pass by…only…it didn’t pass by. Pulling back a half step in confusion Laushi looked down at the small dragon as it sat his feet. What was it doing? Wryly he considered the possibility the little one was looking for a spot on his legs that had not been injured yet ..so it could continue the ‘maul’ Laushi ritual many of the dragonets had found necessary.
‘L'shi, uh, perhaps food for your Bawith?’
Laushi froze , this wasn’t like anything he has felt before. Sure, several dragons had spoken to him but THIS was DIFFERENT. He was stunned by the indefinable sensation that started as a tug at his mind, and ended as a rush of warmth and utter completion that wrapped around his soul. His heart. His soul. The one Kaliko had joked about him missing and that maybe she should go find it for him…. he didn’t even have to go looking after all…it had walked up to him. Blinking he looked at Seta “Bawith is talking to me.” Laushi said softly, informing the other candidate while very much in shock. A pain was starting in his stomach, and Laushi found that odd as that was one area that had not been injured.
'I am hungry, but uh, how are you?'
RIGHT! Laushi’s shock broke all at once and he fell onto his ‘bruised but otherwise intact knee’ reaching out with one very shaky hand to try and touch the dragon in front of him as if he thought it would vanish the moment he came close. Of course, no such thing happened. Bawith’s hide felt soft, warm and damp hide beneath his fingers. It sank in slowly, he had impressed and his dragon…was hungry. ”My leg and hip hurt a little, but I’m going to be just fine..” Laushi or rather L’shi said struggling to his feet, the stab of pain that resulted in his hip and legs caused Laushi to take a sharp breath and stumble a bit. Bawith made a distressed sound and unfurled his wings slightly leaning forward to sniff at the dried blood on hisown’s leg obviously upset.
Your hurt! Bawith could smell the blood of course, but he didn't know how much it hurt Hisown to move until L'shi stood. And he didn't like this at all!
”I’m fine, No..it’s fine Bawith. We can go get you something to eat..” with gritted teeth L’shi started to make his way off the sands with a glance to Seta “I’ll still be seeing you later! You owe me some pie..” he joked reassuring the other boy he wasn’t going to forget their plans to hang out simply because he had Bawith now. Someone was calling to him…from the sidelines..where the food was. Laushi resolutely made his way over, pain causing his eyes to sting as he walked... and Bawith made upset noises trying to decide if he should walk in front of Hisown to protect him, or behind. W'al had asked about his name in a roundabout fashion, and reaching the side area L’shi gave a response as he started to look for where the food was for Bawith.
“L’shi sir. And this is Bawith." he said while trying to ignore the pain in his legs and hip ...while listening to the information that was being given out. He was too worn out and in pain to really register some of what was being said..but he did his best. What did stick in his head was that he was supposed to stay here and get cleared by the healers....
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Post by kireon on Mar 31, 2012 2:30:40 GMT -5
"Huh? Oh, g'night then, sir, was nice t'watch the Hatchin' with ya." Aylina blinked owlishly up at Q'sis for a moment, having been abruptly pulled from Wenth's point of view by the sound of movement and someone addressing her. She shook his hand firmly, as her father'd taught her the proper method of doing, and gave a smile. "I'm Aylina, an' that pretty lady watchin' is my Wenth." Knowing she was being talked about, the growing tan gave a pleased little croon and craned her neck to observe Q'sis for a moment in greeting before returning her attention to the activity on the sands.
Odd fella, he's taller 'n most I'd seen 'round these parts, back home too, come t'think of it. The blonde thought to herself, watching him and his dragon depart. Pretty dragon too, she'd have to compliment him, or her, later on if they ran into each other again. Her attention returned to the hatching, cringing as Wenth's vision showed the extent of the injuries that little blue had suffered at the hands of his green sister.
Y'know, if your children act like that, I'mma have to have you scold them or interfere or somethin', that ain' allowed. She thought at Wenth, the still young dragonet humming as she watched the last egg yet to hatch.
Is not allowed... no... not allowed, my children will not be allowed to do bad things to themselves and their people, no... that is a no.[/i] Wenth repeated slowly, idly, as she watched that final egg. It would hatch soon, yes... it would, and she faintly remembered something important after this... and they would sleep again. Yes, sleep was the important thing, where HerPretty would not be cold like she probably was now.
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Rhikail continued watching even with the Healer's stern look, her expression remarkably blank for someone who'd just Impressed a dragon. The only show of resistance she gave was a cringe when his hands came near her and a tensing of her body and muscles when he took her arm in hand and began slathering the numbweed on the injuries. Her unoccupied hand was busy cramming food in her chatty green's mouth, keeping her focused on chewing properly instead of chatting like she knew the little one wanted to.
Swallowing her food, the bright toed dragonet turned to her pink sister. Of course I found mine, Dilath! There's no way I wouldn't, I know these things, after all. I mean, I could have told you that much, you know. I could have told you about all of these people. I see you found yours too, she's not bad, but she's nothing like Mine.[/color] For a dragonet, she looked mighty proud of herself, standing straight as she turned her head, reaching over and tugging on Rhikail's tunic hem insistantly when she realized the girl was busy staring at the Healer and scolded her for her sibs and their people to hear.Rhikail? Rhikail! I told you not to bite the Healer. You're supposed to let him help you, not prepare to bite him. Stop that and listen to me, I told you to stand up straight too! You must stand straight and tall and proud, it'll be the only way people will take you seriously, you know.[/i] Another chunk of wherry went into her mouth.
"Mm, indeed, we get to be Weyrlings together." The brunette commented softly, watching as her friend took off to do her job. Mildly annoyed by that, she looked to Ondine's pretty dragon. Not a blue, but still a very pretty, very delicate shade of pink that she found rather pleasant to look at. Her own dragon was pleasant, save for those rather bright toes, enough in color.
She watched as Laushi was Impressed by a blue, feeling another tug of sadness and envy as someone else received her own dream... and shook it off almost as quickly as it had come. She had Impressed; that was the important part, anything else would be left entirely in her hands when it came to her fate and future. We have a lot of work to do. The dark eyed girl thought to her dragon, and to herself as she idly listened to the response that Tulath was currently relaying to her.
Planning would be her specialty, as would finding a way to keep her dragon from annoying everyone in the Weyr ever and getting eaten by a bigger dragon. "Congratulations." She told the newly impressed Laushi gravely, offering a bit of curtsy in formality... and was nearly nipped in response by Tulath.
Her eyes whirred with a number of colors expressing her exasperation almost as well as that booming voice of hers. Rhikail? Rhikail! What have I told you about standing up straight already? Sheesh, you need to listen to your Tulath more, and you would not get nipped or frowny-faced at by the Healers for moving while they are treating you. Come now, I am well fed and ready to show you where you need to go, because I know where you need to be, after all. Yes, yes, I do indeed! You need to go with the Healers to go get treated for that arm my nasty sister gave you, yes, yes you do! Come with me, my Rhikail, I will show you the way, yes, yes I shall! Along the way, I will tell you so many things, yes, I will! We have so many plans to make, the two of us, and we have so little time, so you'll need to really listen, okay? Good! Now, the first thing we need to do is get you to the Healers so that arm gets fixed up, and then-[/i]
Rhikail sighed, and pretended she didn't see that look sent her way by the Weyrlingmaster as she picked through the clothing and grabbed something a little too large for her to cover more of her body, and stuffed her feet into boots. She enjoyed, and preferred the cold to this heat.
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Final egg hatched and he couldn't tell, at first, if the dragon was black or blue until the hide dried enough for him to catch the difference. A blue! Dark colored at that! The green Impressed to a girl and the two of them headed off the sands. Only that blue was left, poor guy was a little clumsy, Seta thought with a bit of a smile. The smile only grew, despite the pang of being left to Stand another time, when the darkly colored dragonet paused, and placed himself properly at Laushi's feet.
"Bawith, huh?" Seta commented, looking down at the dragonet and to the other boy. "Looks like you've met your match, congratulations; I'll see you after the next hatching, Faranth willing." The moment between a Weyrling, a very newly Impressed one at that, and their Dragon was important, so the ashen haired lad took a slight step back to grant them a semblance of privacy.
He gave a nod and a half-wave as he watched the two head off. "Definitely, I'll come find you when I've got 'em." And turned back to Kalith and Waroth, bowing deeply to them both in thanks for allowing him the chance to Stand at their Hatching. [/size]
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Rappu
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Post by Rappu on Mar 31, 2012 11:17:30 GMT -5
AnaluciaMine! Poissoth says this meat is meaty, Dalahirath announced. Analucia smiled. "Well, do you think it is meaty?" Yes! It is very meaty! Everyone says it's meaty. I think it's meaty too. Oh, hello Lorenth! Do you think this meat is meaty? Analucia turned and smiled at Sakalas. "Congratulations, Saka! It looks like we are all going to be Weyrlings together. How delightful! This one is Dalahirath. Dalahirath, dear, how do you say when meeting new people?" The prompt was obvious but Dalahirath was happy to comply. How do you do! Did you hear what Malith and Alitapth said to each other?
Analucia made mental notes to become well acquainted with Ondine and Altolec - A'lec. Pinkweyrlings need to stick together, she mused, and lifted her hand in greeting to A'lec. Ondine was tending a black that had just got off the sands, and it would not do to disrupt a healer's work. "It is lovely to meet a fellow pinkrider," she said smiling to A'lec. "I am Analucia of F... Er, of Pink Dalahirath." Tinikth! Howdoyoudo, did you already hear that Poissoth thinks this meat is meaty and-- "Dear, one question at a time." Dalahirath swished her tail again cheerfully and looked intently at her pale sister.
Snowstealers. Analucia beamed. She had found a pair of fitting boots among the ones brought, and although they were used and did not look very good, they were warm and snug. The jacket was a bit tight, but soon she would get dressed in her best and then join the celebration in the great hall. "Sakalas, shall we go together? We are both unharmed, and if we get to the celebration early, we can make sure Saia and the others have seats among us." She felt mild disapproval at the word "buddy", but only to the extent of refusing to use it herself.
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M'dag, M'dag, come on! Let's go meet those lovely ladies, Barahath chuckled and tugged M'dag's robe towards Aliptath. "Oh no, no, let's go see someone other than that red. She mauled several candidates, you know," M'dag protested meekly and took a step back. "Look, there's your pink sister who impressed just before. She seems nice," he said in a hopeful tone and pointed Tinikth to Barahath. Oh yes, Tinikth. She is a sweetheart.
How are you finding the fare, ladies Barahath walked over towards Tinikth, and swished his tail. A draconic smile that bordered on flirty spread across his features. M'dag looked up at A'lec and mumbled "ngrats". He was worried about Laushi and kept looking at the sands to see if the boy had impressed or died of bloodloss. Barahath had given him a lot confidence just by impressing; for tonight, he could even talk to people. Expecially when his purple dragon dragged him into social situations just like that. Barahath's confidence was like a blanket he could drag over himself. The purple was now joking with the pinks and greens, eating wherry by throwing it into the air and catching the bits, all the while joking. I prefer my wherry shaken, not stirred.
The final egg hatched, and M'dag turned quickly towards the sands, just on time to see Laushi impress the blue. Laushi had impressed! They'd be weyrlings together! M'dag grinned and clapped, even managing a quiet whoop of congratulations. "Look, Barahath, that's my friend who impressed the last one!" The purple sighed mentally. M'dagHis was silly for not getting more friends than just one.
M'dag found boots that were entirely too big for him, and a jacket that nearly eat him. He didn't care. He had Impressed and now he would go to the banquet. Well, after he had made sure Laushi was all right. "Laushi? Er, are you coming to the party later? And congratulations! I knew you would impress this time!" Barahath cocked his head and offered Bawith a piece of his meat. Hello, Bawith! Bluebird for the blue, right?
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Post by Frangipani on Mar 31, 2012 23:56:36 GMT -5
Pirith finished her investigation of the other dragon and looked back up at Hers. At least the two humans seemed to be friendly enough. She hoped she would be able to be friends with Gabith as well. She trod carefully back to O’wen and nudged his hand, wanting another pat to which he readily obliged. O’wen crouched down to her level and hugged her again enthusiastically. This was fun, having a dragon to hug. He glanced up and noticed Ieco – or something else now he supposed – walk over with a black dragon and he waved enthusiastically towards his friend. As far as O’wen was concerned, they were friends. Pillie attacks had that effect on people. He assumed. Um, Mine, you’re crushing my neck “Oh, sorry Pirith. I think I got a bit… excited” As O’wen let go of the dragonet, the Cyan followed Hers’ gaze to try and see what had attracted his excitement. She liked his excitement. Everything, however, seemed to be a moving blur to her. Undaunted she looked back up at O’wen for confirmation. Is that another friend? Can we meet them? Please? Her tone was undeniably hopeful and O’wen smiled at her and was about call out to the new weyrling when the last two dragonets impressed and he was being called over… somewhere. He looked around at the new name, Snowstealers, expecting some other group to step forward before Pirith gently nudged him in the back of the knee. That’s us, Mine… but can you help me get there? I don’t know where to go… O’wen laughed. Evidently, while her eyesight wasn’t brilliant she was still able to hear alright. He turned to Kaliko and gestured toward their new master. He didn’t really fancy being the one left without boots to trudge through the snow. “Seems we’re being given new places to live. Shall we?”
He reached the gathering group of candidates slowly, waiting for Pirith to catch up after a few steps. She was still getting used to this walking thing. Although at least this time she was using her nose. Not that it helped her to avoid obstacles too much. She bumped into a couple of girls and one or two boys – she did mercifully manage to stay away from the rider of the red. It wasn’t so much that O’wen wanted to avoid her, he just couldn’t help wanting to avoid a runin with her dragon. Particularly with Pirith.
Once there he grabbed a couple of boots and a coat, thankfully one right and one left (although different sizes) and shoved them on. He glanced outside and then down at his new dragon again. Don’t worry O’wenMine, I’ll do my best with the snow! You don’t have to carry me yet. Besides, I want to keep practicing this walking thing. Pirith said to him cheerfully. She had read his mind and he chuckled. Yet. O’wen returned to her before following the Weyrling master out into the drift. He was ready to turn around and carry her at any moment – bad eyesight coupled with slippery snow probably wasn’t an ideal situation. She was, however, kind of big and bulky and he didn’t much fancy carrying her until he had to in case he dropped her.
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