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Post by glee on Mar 24, 2012 19:03:14 GMT -5
Frankie had quietly slipped into a free space with Scikath, watching the hatching expressionless while leaning against her smooth hide. The Cyan on the other hand looked highly entertained by the whole spectacle, eyes whirling with glee every time a candidate got injured. That's just too precious, isn't it? She turned her head as her rider gave no reaction other than shrugging with her shoulders, eyes still fixed on the hatching grounds. Ehhh, FrankieMine, you're no fun sulking around like that - fresh meat gets sliced by the dozen, why you got to be such a brooding waste of space? Finally Frankie's lips twitched into a smile and she turned around, regarding Scikath with a jokingly scolding look. 'My, my, what kind of person would I be, being amused by that?' Don't put such a stupid act on. 'I'm not. This really is silly, let's talk again if those two still run around mauling after they have impressed. Other than that it's pretty natural. You chased Aldebarath on the grounds when you hatched, remember? And I'm pretty sure you wanted to kill me too.' Scikath snorted. This doesn't have anything to do with you wishing you could impress that Red then? Frankie fell silent and turned to the sands to proceed watching, knowing that Scikath got a kick from being right about that and indeed the Cyan fell into a cheerful hum again, satisfied at having tickled a reaction out of her rider.
Thinking about it she had to admit that she really did not know what she felt at the moment. There was nostalgia watching the exhilarated faces of the candidates that impressed and undoubtly some thrill in wondering what the other eggs would hatch. Not that she wished any high-ranking colours on the candidates and even with the Red she hoped whoever impressed her would have one hell of a time containing so much ferociousness.
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Post by Frangipani on Mar 24, 2012 21:48:14 GMT -5
Odowen continued to recite bad poetry in his head – or rather making up bad poetry in his head. More dragons hatched and soon it seemed as though the whole of the hatching sands were running berserk. He was both worried by the fact that the dragonets appeared to be getting increasingly vicious. It was then that he felt something crash into his legs and he fell with a thunk onto the sands. They were uncomfortably warm and he rubbed at his head with a grimace, looking up to see the pink running around him in circles. She seemed to like circles. He pulled a face at the thing before looking up at the boy he had previously annoyed by the lake and was surprised to see him offering a hand up. “But it’s just so comfortable down here…” He said in a light sarcastic tone as he took the hand gratefully and pulled himself up. He brushed himself off and looked about him again, surveying the wildness that was now plaguing the sands. He should write a ballad about this! He was pleased to see his roommate – or ex-roommate now he supposed assuming he would move – impress a black and smiled vaguely in his direction in congratulations.
Odowen let out a sigh and returned his attention back to the remainder of the dragonets, jiggling his foot up and down. He watched the progress of the pink one who had knocked him over and grinned to himself. He liked her. She seemed to like annoying her green sister. He chuckled a little but again, this time not caring too much if people heard. So it was inappropriate, if you couldn’t laugh when a tiny dragon bit your hip what could you laugh at? Wait… that sounded wrong… One thing he was sure of though, this was one hatching he would not soon forget. Glorious, glorious chaos indeed.
Drip, meanwhile, back in the candidate’s barrack was having the time of her life. Home alone for the first time ever! Well, there were the other bigsquishyperson’s pets – but there were no bigsquishyones… and the floor was quite soaked evidence of that. Despite her best efforts she had been unable to contain her excitement and this showed in the enthusiasm with which she was currently splashing around in her bucket of water. Unfortunately for her, the water level was steadily depleting and, confused, she popped her head out from the bucket and looked around. Oh! Puddles!! So exciting!!! All over the floor!!! If she could be singing with contentment she would be as she jumped out and began skuttling and bouncing through them – spreading the water around the room ever further.
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Post by Zane on Mar 24, 2012 22:39:14 GMT -5
And it was starting. She wondered at how she could feel so alone in a crowd of people. Perhaps it was because one of her best friend’s, and fellow candidate, was not standing beside her. She glanced over at Rennin and Saia and thought nothing more of it as the first egg cracked and revealed a fine brown. He was the most beautiful shade of brown and she wished nothing more than to capture the color on paper. Alas, she could not, but she was practically drooling over the idea of it. Go young dragon, find your bonded, she silently urged. She wished for no dragons to /between,/ but for all to find their bonded-as it should be. She permitted herself one last forlorn look at Saia before returning her gaze to the wandering brown. He seemed smart, was it just her or was he indeed smart? She went with his actually being smart, her excitement building while another of Kalith’s eggs began to crack. Out came a pink, and again she admired the shade of the dragonet. It was funny how one color could have so many different shades. Didn’t that technically make it a different color because the eyes perceived it differently? The whole affair was confusing her, but she was left with no time to mull it over because before she or anyone else had a chance to really get a sense of the brown or the pink another egg had hatched. Out came a red.
The second the red was spotted by Raksha, she flinched. This. Was. Not. Good.
Rennin was the first chosen victim. The red did a number on the girl, and all Raksha could do at first was stare in a wide-eyed stupor. Once she could breathe properly again-which was after the red had completed its mauling-the dragon was on to none other than Saia. ”No!” Raksha shouted, likely not her best plan of action. The last thing she intended to do was have the red’s attention diverted to her, but she would do it if it meant keeping Saia safe. Oh, poor Rennin! She would help her if she could but she was no Healer, and others were already swarming around to lend their aid. What use would she be? The red had not maimed Saia, but merely left her likely bruised. Even so, keeping herself from rushing to the other girl’s side was difficult. She kept her wits about her, a frown deep set on her face. As the other eggs began to hatch she couldn’t drag her attention away from the commotion and chaos that the red had ensued. She found her gaze following the dragonet as it continued its storm about the hatching sands. The brown had come to impress, and all of Waroth’s eggs hatched in succession. The black impressed, leaving a large green and a curious pink. None had her attention, not after the brutality of Kalith’s red daughter. Oh please let no one else get hurt, I can’t stop it from happening and I’m of no use to anyone if it does. Raksha hated feeling useless. She was more likely to risk her neck even for someone she didn’t yet know. Please let no one else get hurt, she thought again, not realizing that she was glowering at the bitter red. All of her personal problems seemed so trivial right now. Did Saia need her? She did a count of how many people were now around Saia and Rennin, trying to calculate the likelihood of her actually doing any good over there. Surely it wouldn't be a good idea to overwhelm her friend, or to keep the other dragonets from getting to her. Saia had to impress, she just had to. They'd both stood a few times now and she'd come to the conclusion that it was Saia who deserved to walk off of these sands as a weyrling.
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Post by RhiaBlack on Mar 25, 2012 1:23:04 GMT -5
Mine.
Z'dyn groaned, rolling over in his brand-new weyr with Baihujinth on his couch. A mess of loose black braids, as he cracked open one blue eye to peer at his Dragon. The Iron was humming. Humming. But what...
Waroth and Kalith's eggs, Mine. They hatch. I have been trying to wake you for moments now, what is wrong, we are late. Just tired, Bai. C'mon. Put my straps on, Mine. The wind is fierce. I do not want you to fall off. We must go quickly if we hope to catch any of it at all. There have been hatchlings already. Thread's already mandated that, Bai.
Groaning, Zeke pulled himself up and donned his clothing. Everything hurt. The prior evening had been especially hard on him, but his Iron knew his sense of duty. The big male wasn't about to let him miss a Hatching. They hadn't missed a single one yet, not since the one that saw the former Drudge bonded to His.
Half-groggy steps carried him to the Iron's side, where the straps were carefully put on. It took a measure of cooperation from Baihujinth...the dragon was so big compared to Z'dyn that were he not so inclined, it would be one shell of a fight to get them on him. Thankfully for Zeke, Bai was more inclined to want to go than he was at the moment.
We can't be there all night, Bai. Got duty tomorrow morning. I know, Z'dynMine. We won't stay long. I want to see the new recruits. We should make sure they are up to-- I know how long yer 'not long' is, y'big brute. We'll be there all manner'a candlemarks, the rate yer used ta.
Bai smirked, a manner that made the Ironrider shake his head slightly. Once his straps were on, Zeke smoothed his braids back into a set of two leather ties - the long hair was a trademark of his, as well as an aid to protect him against the abysmally cold weather outside. He looked forward to the heat of the Sands already.
Climbing aboard with the aid of one of Bai's lifted forelimbs, the pair dropped gracefully from the ledge of their weyr and headed towards the hatching - Bai's body-rumbling hum resonating into His' chest.
When they arrived, the big Iron landed gracefully on the ledge with several of the others, tucking his wings and tail in close as he peered down to look upon the line of Candidates, the Copper and Red Queens, and their Riders. Whirling green and yellow eyes looked across the stands, as well, as Z'dyn made his way down. Kee had wisely remembered that she was not allowed at Hatchings, and stayed home...curled up warm and comfortable under the sleeping furs Z'dyn had left as such for her to burrow in. Let her oversize brother from another dragonmother cart Hers around, it was too cold out there for her! TOO COLD!
Sliding into a vacant spot, Z'dyn didn't particularly look to see whom he was closest to. His full attention was on the Sands. A quick sweep of the Impressed, and the Dragonets still to both hatch and Impress. The slow sigh at the mauling. He had been lucky, at least at his bonding to Bai.
He was particularly upset that he'd slept through much of the initial Hatching. It did not serve for a Wingrider, newly minted at that, especially an Ironrider, to miss something so important.
It is all right, Mine. We are here now. This is all that matters, yes? Don't make it right, Bai. Not right at all.
((Neither N'tharon nor Yva are there - both stayed behind, unless Yva is required to be there, at which case she would have come with the others.))
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Post by Lan on Mar 25, 2012 14:52:32 GMT -5
Waroth overlooked the the proceedings, noticing that the first of her children had Impressed. She began to snarl, her muscles tightening as she prepared to give chase. Those were HER children! They should not leave her! They could not leave her! Just before she went tearing after him through the sands, though, Nimara reigned her in. He's happy, love... Can't you sense that? The red growled, craning her neck to glare at her rider.
He shouldn't be! He should stay with me!
But, hun... if he stayed with you he'd die. He needs a human to help take care of him.
Waroth grumbled and accepted the fact begrudgingly. She still wasn't very happy about being left, although some part of her understood on some level that it had to happen. Looking off after Schrodith and T'ris as they made their way off the sands, she frowned a draconic grimace. Well... there was still two. One of them was a pink, but two there still was! She turned her focus to them and watched and waited.
Fermillionesca was glad to see another non-violent Impression and it seemed like the green had started looking for her mate as well, as opposed to attacking randomly. She looked toward the rest of Kalith's clutch now, trying to discern new movement in the eggs remaining. The cyan caught her eye and she smiled. There were no cyans in Southern. She had never seen one before she came to Dalibor Weyr. They were fantastic creatures, though. Sensible, too, she had heard.
The green was growing more and more impatient. She wanted to find her rider! Like her black brother, she wanted someone to love and someone, just as importantly, to bring her over to that tempting pile of food. In a less than desirable attitude she stomped over to where Sakalas and Analucia were, her orange eyes settling on them as if they were the only two she considered worthy. She butt her way in-between them, glaring first at Analucia. She was a strong girl, the green decided. She was controlled and willful and contained a special something other candidates were missing. Still, from behind her she sensed something. It was something important. Her eyes swirling now from orange all the way to a jolly bright green she turned on tail and pounced upon Sakalas in an attempt to knock her down.
Their eyes met and the green felt happy. The ire flowed out of her as quickly as if it were carried by a river and instead of raging anger she adorned the emotion of bubbly joy. Happily, she crooned her find to all around, her long and whip-like tail twitching behind her. All others are stupid, SakalasMine! You are the only one for your Lorenth! Now let's goooo! I am hungry.
Green Lorenth, bonded to Sakalas [77f070] [dx/dt] = σ*[y-x] [dy/dt] = x*[ρ-z] - y [dz/dt] = x*y - β*z
And so there was one. The pink wanted to find her partner, too! But she was too busy running around, now! She dashed over into Kalith's brood, occasionally doubling back on herself to run a few circles before continuing. When she caught up to the cyan she stopped and stared. Oooh! What was this! This dragon was not moving at all! Trilling lightly she set about running circles around the cyan. Surely if she could catch her tail then this cyan would play with her! And playing was good, for surely it was good to play!
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 25, 2012 15:12:05 GMT -5
As the numbweed worked its way into her wounds, Saia found herself able to refocus on all that was going on around her. This was by far the most disorderly hatching she'd ever attended, but the redhead never let anything get her down for long. Rennin was happily off with Lamith and Mr Rock, a circumstance which completely made up for any pain Saia had received for sharing her sandals, and as long as the black dragonet distracted his sister, things were calming among the Candidates.
Well...in a way. There was still the angry green to contend with. She continued scratching, gnawing, and shoving around Candidates with wild abandon, and Saia's fingers tightened on L'kie's shoulder as the green set her sights firmly upon the females. Analucia and Sakalas were her next victims, but - wait -
No, not victims. Analucia wasn't touched, and quite suddenly the green pounced on Saka in a way that could only be described as joyful. After so many hatchings, Saia had no trouble recognising an Impression when she saw it, and she beamed, thrilled for her friend. The change in the dragonet's posture was as rapid as it was wholehearted, and Saia had no trouble believing that this would be a good match. No doubt the green wouldn't just outgrow whatever had caused her to be so wrathful, but hopefully once she had some food in her belly, the rage she'd shown the Candidates would be mitigated.
"Congratulations," Saia called over to Sakalas with a rueful smile. Hopefully she'd be joining her friend in the weyrling area this time - if she could walk. She felt much better, but not quite equal to the task of moving. Her eyes fell beseechingly on Analucia, next, and she beckoned to her friend. Ana could stand with her, maybe. Despite the blood staining the sands in this area, things appeared to be calming down. Now if only the red would find herself a companion...
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Post by larkwing on Mar 25, 2012 16:23:41 GMT -5
She was still slightly hurt by the casual brush off Kurosaki had given her, but Saka got over it quick enough when Analucia talked to her. She had friends, actual friends here and that would be good enough! Surely they would all impress together, they wouldn't be separated, they'd all be perfectly fine. No other eggs were hatching as of yet so the girl took her time in watching each dragonet. The pink, cyan, black red...and that green, where was that green.
Apparently as if on cue she pushed her way straight between Analucia and Sakalas. With a little squeal the redhaired candidate wheeled on her feet, her arms stretching out to catch her balance. At least it hadn't hurt her yet, or Ana. Maybe it had even come to impress Ana, they were looking right at each other....and then the green turned around and bowled Saka over.
All others are stupid, SakalasMine! You are the only one for your Lorenth! Now let's goooo! I am hungry.
Saka stared up at the dragonet perched over her, blinking stupidly as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Had she...had she really impressed? Oh Faranth I picked a dumb one didn't I? Too bad, you're Mine, get up and get me food! Lorenth's eyes whirled an angry red and orange again, her talons pricking at Saka's skin lightly in her irratation. Just as quickly though the Green burst into little keens and licked the pin prick wounds. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, you just aren't getting up fast enough for me!
"Maybe if you got off it would be easier?" Saka's slow comment made its way through the dragonet's mind and with a little chirp the green hopped off to land beside Hers. Of course, but can we eat now, pleeeeeaaaase? Let's go, go, go! I'm starving here, or do you not care about your beloved Lorenth SakalasMine? I knew it?!?! You don't love me, you never did love me! Throwing herself to the ground the green keened while covering her eyes with her long tail. "No, no, I do love you. Of course I love you Lorenth!"
The girl put a hand to the Green's shoulder, noticing the places where her body was streaked with red stains. Gulping, Saka tried to ignore the fact that this was the same Green to have hurt Kurosaki and so many others. They deserved it, they were stupid! No, get going and feeeeed me! With a quick push the green had Saka moving and looking back over her shoulder at Analucia and Saia. "You'll impress too, I know you both will!"
Yes, yes and then we can all play together and have happy, loving memories.....Food NOW!
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Post by Admin on Mar 26, 2012 1:36:40 GMT -5
Just close your eyes, The sun is going down, You'll be alright, No one can hurt you now.
The small, dark-hided, orange-striped red was growing tired, though she was still making every attempt to dissuade the black on her back from remaining there so she could maul him within an inch of his life. So annoying, this vile creature attached to her back! The wiry black quite enjoyed living, so he remained firmly affixed to her. However, he was also growing tired. Soon enough, with one last buck, he was dislodged and sent flying across the sands. He flailed with his over-sized wings and managed to land on his feet. Like a doused cat, he bolted for the candidates. He was retreating to fight another day. He would have loved to kill the red. He was a moral creature in his way, but he was not a kind one nor a pacifistic one. Sensitive to a degree, but not as much as most of his brethren. With a shriek, the red pursued him, shoving candidates out of the way left and right.
The black dodged and weaved amongst the defenseless humans. He loathed to involve them in this battle, but he needed to get away for the time being and there was someone he had to find in order to do just that. He hated to involve the object of his hunt either, but it was a risk he had to take for both their sakes. All he truthfully wanted to do was protect her, but he doubted she would appreciate that sentiment, even coming from him. The others would likely appreciate it more, even if his protectiveness would one likely be a bane to each and every one of them. Vigilante justice was not always as attractive as it might seem, but saving people from angry reds tends to put one in any group's good graces. He forced his legs to obey him and charged through the crowd as fast as he could.
At long last, the black collided with her legs and his mind fell easily into hers. The process was jarred by his shrieks, his shouted orders reserved for her. He would abhor speaking to any other party, but she would hear his voice loud and clear as it beat her mind, urging her to flee. RUN; he yelled, shoving at her legs to try to get her to move. He did not wish to die, but he would not leave her behind for the red to hurt or maim or kill; he could not bear the thought of it. Your Gabith needs you to run! To the food! To Deretsoth! And Dilath! RUN, KALIKONDRA, RUN! The black brushed passed her, still urging her to flee, tugging at her mind. He took the lead, eager to guide her to safety, eager to make sure she was safe and sound.
Gabith need not have worried about himself or Kalikondra. The red had been distracted halfway through the crowd and she wasn't even mauling anyone, no fresh bodies added to the count. Instead of being distracted by violence, she was distracted by a voice. All of the other candidates thought she could not hear the girl, but that was ridiculous. Of course she could hear her! She nearly took a bite out of Taryme, bearing her bloodied fangs in his direction, but she was distracted by what she heard. Your Alitapth is not silly, Doggarel! Everyone else is silly, but not me! There was only one person who could make her halt and that one person was this girl. And perhaps Kalith or Callistath. To Alitapth, there was only Doggarel and herself. No others existed except to annoy her, but she was tired and her rider was telling her to listen, so begrudgingly, she did. Tell them off, not me.
The icy cyan ignored the pink. She was more preoccupied with the green, the red, and the black. They were interesting. The pink was not even a threat, though she was annoying. With a hiss in her direction, the cyan stood and brushed passed her as if she were nothing. The larger dragonet was not there to play games and she was not polite by nature. In fact, had the red come to hurt her, she would have showed how very rude she could be, but the pink didn't need to be afraid of her. The smaller fighter simply needed to leave her alone, because the cyan was on a mission and at last the path was clear. With both the red and the green out of the way, she had nothing between herself and what she needed. She was loathed to admit that she needed anything or that anyone was drawing her forward, but she supposed Impression would make a good experiment of sorts.
The cyan examined Viyeri and Laushi in passing, but her interest in them was more related to their injuries than their status as candidates. There was only one rider suitable for her sensibilities, not that he wasn't irksome and emotional in his own way. You're an idiot, T'yme. That was how she greeted the boy, surveying him with her critical gaze. The words were harsh; however, they carried an edge of affection to them. She nudged his knee, awkwardly trying to express that she had chosen him with a bit of physical contact. She immediately decided never to do something like that again. Your Sitsaroth requires sustenance. Please try to keep the chatter to intellectual matters and do remember to leave Alitapth's rider alone, especially given that you know absolutely nothing about the affairs of dragonets or how we work.
Behind Sitsaorth, one of the larger eggs was breaking. Its pale, grayish tan shell broke piece by piece from the top, each bit falling down upon the sands like dirty hail. It mimicked the heavy snowfall outside until at least the dragonet within the egg wiggled free. She was a cyan, though she could have easily been mistaken for a blue. She was larger than her sister as well as clumsier, bluer, and more bright of color. Stretching out her neck, she peered around the cavern. However, everything was fuzzy to her. Her vision was not as good as it should have been, making her very nearsighted. Of course, this failed to get her down. She put one foot in front of the other and carefully picked her way across the sands. She fell several times and nearly ran into the green who she still failed to see, but each time, she continued, no less hopeful than before. Slow and steady, that was her.
The blue-colored cyan could not see the world for all that it was, wide and expansive, but that did not keep from being happy. She understand where she was and what she was, wasn't that enough? It was for her. To simply be kind to others was enough for her. One foot in front of other, that was how she progressed, until she bumped right into one of the candidates. She could barely see and she was focused so entirely on her feet that she'd failed to discern his presence. Oh, sorry, O'wen! I should remember to use my nose more next time. I won't forget; thanks for helping me figure out that neat idea. She was not destined to be more brilliant than all the other dragons of Pern combined, but she looked up at her rider with complete adoration. He seemed happy. She liked that he was happy. I'm Pirith and I'm having a bit of trouble figuring out these feet of mine. Could you help me with them, O'wenOwnMine? Her hopefulness laced her every word.
Waroth's pink was left all by her lonesome, but a number of Kalith's eggs were showing life. In fact, there were only three that still stood without motion: the smallest and darkest egg of the brood; the rusty red egg; and the larger, orange-tinged egg on the left side of the group. All of the others were either cracked or rocking. The third largest of the bunch was moving with particular gusto, as were a number of the smaller eggs: the fowl-like egg with its cream mottles; the pale pink egg at the front; the more orange-pink egg to its right; and the yellow egg in front of both of those. The gray egg peaking out at the back was still merely rocking back and forth, seeming to have failed to gain much momentum in what it was trying to do, the dragonet still struggling to get out from inside its prison.
Don't you dare look out your window darling, Everything's on fire, The war outside our door keeps raging on, Hold onto this lullaby.
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Post by laushi on Mar 26, 2012 2:25:46 GMT -5
The pain was starting to dull, not because of numbweed or any medical care as the boy had yet to receive any, but because of pure adrenaline and a little bit of shock. Not the surprised' kind, but the kind a body slipped into as a reaction to injury. The good news was the bleeding on his legs had almost stopped, only one or two slow dribbles of crimson still lacing their bright red paths down the shallow but long lacerations.
The somewhat more serious but not life threatening bite to his hip had slowed it's bleeding as well due to the pressure applied, but Laushi was sure it would bleed more if the pressure was removed. That bite would need suturing after the hatching finished, he was sure of it. Saia appeared to be doing better, Rennin was off the stands, and the others who had been mauled were recovering...or at least not to badly injured as far as he could see. He no longer had to worry about playing living shield..but kept a watchful eye out anyway.
Movement out of the corner of his eyes caused Laushi's attention to shift for a moment to Morndag as he was standing a little ways away and had moved while the sharding green was setting into Laushi's legs. With a warm smile he sought out Morndag's eyes and gave a slight shake of his head and a shrug, then mouthed 'Don't worry, it will be fine'. Of course bloodied and torn up he was probably not the best person to convince Morndag everything would be alright, But Laushi looked calm and confident despite his physical injuries at the moment. Laushi had survived worse.
Now that he knew were Morndag was standing Laushi would make an effort to keep an eye out and try to protect the other candidate if any more aggressive hatchlings arrived. But as a few more eggs hatched, and more impressions happened rather quickly..it did not appear any more bloodletting would be occurring..for a while anyway. The furious and sadistic red never did manage to catch that brave little black...the little guy shot off across the sands and Laushi quickly moved to make sure he wouldn't get in the way. Part of him was hoping the little guy would stop at his feet, but it was not meant to be. He didn't yet notice WHO the black had impressed, or even knew yet that the little guy had.
The red appeared to pick someone out..thank the stars... A cyan DID pause for a moment to look at him, but continued on to impress another. Soon only the hyper pink was left...and Laushi was hoping she would pick someone out soon...it was bad for the hatchlings to go long without bonding wasn't it? He didn't particularly want to be the one she picked..that much energy might drive him insane...but he did want to see her impressed and happy. Laushi turned his attention to the eggs still waiting to hatch, and notice a few were still not moving. He frowned...duds? That would be depressing. Laushi decided to focus on the eggs that WERE moving, and to try to put his concerns on the back burner.
What egg would hatch next? Anticipation, and hope still burned in his heart. Hope that he would get off these sands without any more involuntary bloodletting, and perhaps..more. Still if everyone got off the sands alive that would be enough. If the few friends he had impressed, that would be MORE than enough. Anything else wasn't very likely.
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 26, 2012 2:43:57 GMT -5
Ni'on was engaged in consoling F'reki over the near-loss of Rennin; Devath, who was far more successful at multi-tasking than her rider, kept her eyes on the sands even as she mentally soothed Girieth. However, she left off the blue when events grew too exciting, lifting her head. Oh, if she touches our Candidate - ![/i]
Devath was far too kind to carry out any sort of threat, but the red did not claw at Doggarel. Indeed, it appeared that the black's flight and the red's final push through the Candidates had not caused serious harm to any, but that didn't matter to Devath; what mattered was that her second Search had also Impressed, and to a subqueen! Mind, she wasn't at all sure she liked Alitapth, but having any dragon was always a good thing, and pleasure for Doggarel mixed with pride in herself. Hephaeth, look! Our other one! A brown and a red, oh, this is wonderful![/i]
It was absolutely famous, and Ni'on sat up straighter. "That red just Impressed my Candidate!" he exclaimed, his feelings considerably more mixed than Devath's. On the one hand, Impression was always to be congratulated; on the other, this, his second experience of a red hatching after Damask, was not much less brutal, and he didn't envy Dog the task of caring for the childish red all her life. Still - she'd Impressed, and that was good. And the red was safely under control, and that was even better! In fact, he now saw, that angry green was leaving the sands as well.
"Well, that's two down," he said to F'reki, deciding on more positive emotions. "Two out of five! Maybe we'll be nearly as successful at this Searching thing as Girieth is."
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All of a sudden, matters with the red came to a head as the black went flying. Saia flinched, certain that he was about to be pounced on and viciously murdered, but he got himself going fast enough, charging toward the Candidates - toward the girls. Oh, shards, was he going to bowl her right over?
Fortunately, the shrieking black didn't touch her, but collided with Kalikondra, apparently urging her to run. Saia was quite incapable of doing so, but even more providently, the red had gotten distracted by her own Impression. Good luck to Doggarel, really; but any Impression was a good Impression, and Saia smiled. At least the red was now under control.
The two cyans went to the boys, and though Saia didn't congratulate anyone out loud as long as the red was still in the process of getting off the sands, she beamed at Taryme - T'yme now, not that she knew his honorific yet. Such a nice boy, who just a few nights ago had helped her find Dusky! A more worthy rider could surely not be found. Well, except all her other friends, of course, but even so, she was really happy for him, and she gave him a wave of congratulations, not at all expecting him to notice. Not when he had a wonderful cyan dragonet.
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Ieco was fortunate enough not to be in the way of Gabith's flight and Alitapth's final push, which was good, as he was still sorting himself out from the unImpressed pink's adorable pounce. Almost before he knew it, both serious dangers to the Candidates (so far) were safely Impressed over on the girls' side, and though he smiled at Doggarel and Sakalas, his real beaming was reserved for Kalikondra. That was an awesome, brave little black, and as she was one of his first friends at Dalibor, he was thrilled for her.
Of course, with the black eager to get off the sands as quickly as possible, there was no chance of making a voiced congratulations heard. Besides, his attention was arrested by the two cyans and the pink's continued antics. Unlike the last several dragonets, the cyans showed interest - real interest, not the pink's trolling - in the male Candidates. Taryme wasn't a personal friend, but Ieco was pleased for him nevertheless. However, it was the second cyan who caught his curious eye. She didn't seem to be fully blind, but that she had some sort of eye problem was obvious, and he instantly fell to wondering how she would go on. Would she even Impress? And if she did, how would she fly Thread?
But Impress she did, and with the more volatile dragons - indeed, he realised, all the dragons except the pink who had already determined him unsuitable - safely gone, he actually clapped for Odowen. Formerly Odowen, that is. "That's great," he enthused to his fellow Candidate. Admittedly, he wondered how his friend would go on with a severely nearsighted dragon, but right now it didn't signify.
And, well, that was that. There were no dragonets left at the moment besides Waroth's final child, whose movements interested but could not concern him. Most of the other eggs showed movement; some might be duds, he feared. He counted ten left. Ten more chances to Impress this time, although he doubted he would. At least he could breathe again with the dangers gone, and he absently rubbed his bruised chest where the pink had collided with him. Well, all baby dragons were some sort of danger, and the hatching was nowhere near over yet.
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Post by Gray on Mar 26, 2012 4:09:36 GMT -5
There were so many on the sands. Not so many though, she had heard as the crowd clapped. No, she was focused on the main event. She moved a bit as the black dashed wildly into their ranks, her eyes wide. The red wasn't going to kill him right?? She followed him, though she knew she should have kept eyes on the red. She was scared for him, she was scared for the girl he approached. His shrieking hurt her ears and her heart thundered in her chest. It was sound near her that reminded her for the danger. Of the red.
Doggarel turned wide eyes, to the red, who was baring bloodied fangs at a boy near by. “Oh goodness..” Taking a deep breath, she was ready to try and tend wounds she was sure would come. But they didn't. No, the red turned to her and for a second her blood ran cold. That was until that voice cut into her mind. Your Alitapth is not silly, Doggarel! Everyone else is silly, but not me! Doggarel was surprised that the dark-hided red was speaking to her, but more surprised by the annoyance flung at her by the red. Not that she should be, she just saw her tear into several candidates and go after her siblings. But Dog wasn't hurt by the anger. Tell them off, not me. The fact that the red seemed to blame the others was the most confusing. Alitapth. Her dragon. Her red. She had her hands full now.
“No, you attacked them dear. It is your fault. You should go and apologize, but from the pain I feel you are rather hungry. We'll have to get you fed first, then we will see.” Her voice held a faint tremble, though she was trying to be as brave as possible. Dog, though she had disliked the red before, not felt a budding love. It was small, but growing. She knew she would have to have a firm hand with Alitapth if she had any hope of keeping others safe though. Yes! You will feed me first. Then you will stay with me. I don't want to see them. They are nothing to bother with! The red felt no remorse. To her, they were like bugs, small annoying, and best for messing with when you were bored. Which she had been! It wasn't Alitapth's fault that Doggarel had hidden from her! With arrogance in her step, the red lead the way to the food, flashing bloody scowls at those she passed just in hopes of giving them a good fright.
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Seven had counted Doggarel amoung the dead, who in their right mind would fuss at angry dragonets? Still, he was glad the red was off the sands. Looking over to the black that Kalikondra impressed, he gave another nod of approval. Yes. He was a good one, and he was sure he had chosen well. The cold cyan was given his full attention though, especially when she started to go through the boys. As she paused to look over the injured ones, he wondered if they were her conquest. But no, with little more consideration she passed them. Curious. Still, he watched as she went to another boy in the group and nudged his knee. With that done, he turned back to the eggs.
The pink was still there, but it was a smaller egg in the back that drew his attention. He watched it flake, bits of shell falling like fresh snow, something that made him shiver. No, he was not interested in snow at the moment. For a moment, he thought she was a blue, but after further examination, Seven proclaimed her far too light. Tilting his head a bit, Seven scratched at his beard as she scanned the area. Her odd gait, and stumbling made him assume something was wrong. While his knowledge lay heavily in runners, he wondered if there were visual problems. Tunnel vision perhaps?
His question was answered when she literally ran into her bonded. He knew by the way she looked at him that impression had happened. She looked like a sweetheart, a good and proper female dragon after the brutes they had. He joined in the soft clapping for Odowen, now something else, but then went back to egg watching. Under his breath, he counted the eggs. The pink was there, but he was sure she would go after someone soon. While three eggs did not budge, several others did. For a moment, Seven paused to examine his feelings. He wasn't sure if he had hope, or not. He was just, well, waiting. He felt like someone observing a show, rather than a cast member in the play. That was for the better though, he was enjoying analyzing the dragonets and their movements and trying to pick whom they would go after.
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Post by Frangipani on Mar 26, 2012 7:41:33 GMT -5
Odowen cast his eyes around the hatching sands at all the expectant candidates – although at this point it seemed more like a clean up operation. The red seemed to have been somewhat sedated by her black brother – or at the very least held down – giving everyone a chance to take a deep breath. While a small part of him was annoyed that the drama was not continuing, he was relieved that he no longer had to fear too much pain. Suddenly, the black was thrown off the red and he hurtled off into the group of candidates followed by the red. He watched their progress, unsure of how he felt. If it didn’t seem like the red wanted to kill him it would have almost been fun to watch. But no, he was slightly worried – at least until he saw what happened next. The red had stopped its pursuit and had seemed to impress upon one of the girls he hadn’t yet met (although that wasn’t saying too much). The black, on the other hand, ran towards Kaliko – someone he had met a while ago and now considered a good friend. It was so exciting! Had she impressed? It appeared as though she had and he was positively thrilled for her. He barely noticed the wandering cyan impress to another boy. He drummed his fingers against his leg and bobbed his head a little, keeping himself occupied now with tapping out a tune in his head as he regarded the eggs again.
One of them hatched and it seemed as though it was a blue. And a clumsy blue at that. He watched ‘his’ progress across the sands, falling over and bumping his way along and felt sort of sorry for it. He couldn’t help wondering if he was blind – although it seemed to be able to see its feet feet decently enough. It was about this time that he realised suddenly that this dragon was in fact a different colour. One he had certainly never seen before in Telgar. What would he describe it as? Aqua? No – too light. Magenta? No wait that was a pinkish colour. Cyan? Maybe… In any event he couldn’t help snorting another laugh as it stumbled, Odowen now completely unsure of whether or not it was a boy or a girl. Until he heard it. With a small bump the blind-ish dragon looked up and him and what he heard next he would certainly never forget. Oh, sorry, O’wen! I should remember to use my nose more next time. I won’t forget; thanks for helping me figure out that neat idea. Her voice spoke directly into his mind and he had to shake his head a little – just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. It was a weird feeling – like his mind was no longer his own. I’m Pirith and I’m having a bit of trouble figuring out these feet of mine. Could you help me with them, O’wenOwnMine? [/i] Odowen, or rather O’wen now, could only stare down at the little stubby dragon in shock. He was only able to half register the soft clapping and he flashed a vague smile in response to Ieco before looking back down at Pirith, mouth hanging wide open. Sure, she seemed clumsy… and sure it seemed as though she couldn’t see very well. But shard it! She was his clumsy half-blind dragon! A huge grin spread across his face and he crouched down to her eye-level, reaching out with both hands and squeezing her draconic cheeks. “And who’s the most cutest little dragon ever?? Who’s a cute dragon?? You are!!” Pirith twitched her ears happily but nudged him nonetheless. She was beginning to feel a tad hungry… and she was eager to keep walking. Yes O’wenMine! Can you teach me to walk now? Pleease?She twitched her ears again before moving her face closer to Hers’ feet in order to observe when he did it. O’wen stood up obligingly and laughed “Ok, I’ll show you how” He put one foot in front of the other slowly, Pirith following suit. Unfortunately, her head was still very close to his feet and it got a bit tangled with her legs causing her to tumble and sprawl across the sands. Undeterred, she picked herself back up and continued following O’wen’s lead, eventually getting a bit more of the hang of it, although still stumbling occasionally as she continued her slow methodical pace. This was fun! Even the tumbling was fun! Boy was she glad she had met Hers! O’wen looked down at her as they made their slow way across to the other newly impressed dragons and their riders. Pirith and O’wen. O’wen and Pirith. Kind of had a ring to it. He chuckled to himself. Drip was going to be thrilled. Pirith attempted to bounce a little but fell over in the process. One thing at a time maybe, she thought as she returned to concentrate on walking. All she knew, right now, was that Hers was laughing and it was the most glorious sound in the world. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Chek on Mar 26, 2012 12:10:32 GMT -5
Finishing his work on Saia by wrapping her injuries loosely in clean bandages, L’kie stayed kneeling, providing support for the injured redhead, but he crooked a finger at Laushi, “Slowly move over here, boy, let me have a look at that bite. It’s been long enough that if it bleeds when you take the pressure off, we’ll have to think about getting you off the sands too.”
The healer grimaced at the thought, casting a wary eye towards to dragonets – he was pleased to see that since he’d started working, the dangerous red had found her way off the sands, and the volatile green with her. Good riddance. He also noted a few others moving off the sands, but was too busy to do more than nod in their direction.
He tapped a nearby uninjured Candidate on the leg – he didn’t know her name, but that didn’t matter, “Quietly get anyone else with injuries to me. Do not draw attention to yourself.”
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Vigilance was confused.
There was a people in the snow, which he’d uncovered and laid on the way he was supposed to. And then another people tripped over the snow-people. And then the snow-people had gotten up and acted strange and walked away.
He had gotten a hug though, that was nice.
Still, the snow-people had been acting very oddly – Vigilance sat in the snow, perfectly content in his thick fur, and thought the matter through. He… he should probably follow the snow-people, in case the snow-people was broken. He whined, torn between the original intention of finding Mistress and getting her to fix the chaos brought on by Starfall returning Mistress’s shoes, and making sure the snow-people was not in snow again.
Ultimately, training held out, and Vigilance rose to follow the snow-people’s trail. It was hot, too hot in the place the snow-people went, but it wasn’t enough to deter the big canine. Panting, nose to the floor, Vigilance followed the trail with only cursory regard to several people he nearly ran down, but finally, was able to find the snow-people. Who was with another people.
Vigilance planted his head on Ekuda’s knee and whined, looking up at the dolphineer with big, mournful eyes.
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F’reki, relaxing now, winced when the red Impressed, but also smiled for Ni’on, “Good that your Candidates are Impressing, lad, very good. I’m sure your girl there will get that hellion reigned in.”
He could hope, at least. And there was a great deal of relief that the red and green were no longer near his other two Candidates.
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Rennin, meanwhile, had been bundled into the arms of a few brawny healers the moment she’d half walked, half been carried off the Sands, Lamith a quiet shadow at her heels. She fought, weakly, but enough to make them yield rather than let her aggravate her wounds, to at the very least bring a bucket of meat with her to the Infirmary proper, if they wouldn’t allow her to feed her dragon before they left. It was finally decided that someone would bring the hatchling food, if only Rennin would let them take her to the Infirmary.
Her dragon decided for her, heading out into the bowl without a word.
Lamith, with a long-suffering sigh, had allowed himself to be carried as well to move things along once he actually took in the depth of the snow – he really was quite hungry, after all, to tolerate it. But the thought of eating without his rider almost killed his appetite completely, so compromises must be made.
Not that he’d tell her that.
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Post by Rappu on Mar 26, 2012 13:53:03 GMT -5
(Ooc: Just so we're clear - I love greens and Ana needs to get fishslapped. C: )
The approaching green made Analucia nervous. She did not want to get mauled, and there was little she could do if the green decided to attack her or Sakalas. However, the green didn't attack - it looked at her and Analucia squirmed mentally. She didn't want a green. They were perfectly lovely dragons, but, well, they were more suited to common people, weren't they? She was certain she was destined for Weyrwomanhood, and that just did not happen with greens.
Luckily, the green turned its gaze to her friend and Impressed. Analucia beamed at Sakalas and clapped. Not only out of relief; she was genuinely happy for her. Sakalas had been a candidate for longer than her, and impressing was always lovely. This particular green might be a bit violent, but Sakalas was capable and would teach the dragonet some manners. Yes, Analucia would very much like to go through Weyrlinghood with the pair. She managed a quick "congratulations, Saka!" before the two were off the sands.
Noticing Saia's gestures, Analucia sidled next to her, careful not to step on blood. She paused to clap at each of the four impressions that happened in quick succession, and as the red left with her Doggarel, Analucia turned to squeeze Saia's hand gently. "I do hope you are the next one. How are you feeling?"
Feeling torn - on the other hand, she desperately wanted to impress and be a Weyrling with her friends, on the other hand, there were no queen eggs among the clutch and the only dragonet on the sands was a funny little pink - Analucia stood next to Saia, glad that she still didn't have to stand alone.
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Laushi was still 'in the game', as they said, and Morndag understood his message. He shouldn't fret and worry. The violent green impressed to some girl with things in her hair, and that calmed him too. The girl would prevent further attacks.
Apparently no-one had noticed or taken offence to his stumbling, which was good, and once the Red impressed, Morndag let out an audible sigh of relief. He knew for certain that he was really, really scared of reds. Waroth alone had been terrifying, and she hadn't even hurt anyone! He didn't dare peek at the queen, and instead, concentrated on Kalith's remaining eggs, hoping that whatever hatched, they would be nice. Like the energetic little pink.
Morndag clapped happily along with the others as two cyans found their riders, and then focused on watching the eggs, trying to guess which one would hatch next. Every now and then, he turned to take a quick look around the remaining candidates, just to make sure he wasn't behaving differently than the others.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 26, 2012 14:27:03 GMT -5
L'xon watched the extraction of Rennin from the Sands, counted the long minutes. The blue hatchling following the ruined girl was not even grey about his hide. He did look very like a shadow of little Halventh, and for a moment his plight in attaching to the nearly-dead overwhelmed the watching Weyrling. He saw the sluggish procession turn for the exit, bearing witness to the twitching of the unwilling new bluerider. He knew what she was seeking.
It had taken too long to move her to safety. He remembered Halventh's own greed at this moment. It was all instinct, all necessary, to keep the baby from starving after his long hatching efforts. L'xon waited no longer. He did not glance to Saia, or Day'ar. He circled the rotunda of the stands and descended to the relatively safety of the feeding pit. The ex-guard was no healer, but this was work he could do. It was currently being tended by a squadron of Weyrfolk: raw beastflesh was ordered in buckets, kept hot. L'xon picked up a pair of meat pails a drudge had just set down, with little more than an "excuse me" as an apology.
He spotted the red entering the pit and scurried back up to the lowest levels of the stands, and from there dashed around to the exit, catching up quickly to the healers and their burdens. His winter jacket had been left on a bench in the stands, and the wind pummeled his face and chest for the oversight till Halventh came galloping out of the Hatching and interposed himself between the elements and his rider. His neck and head arched over the line, peering at Lamith.
"I'm so sorry Rennin," L'xon sighed when he had finally slogged up next to her. "Your dragon, is he hungry?" One of the stupider questions the ferrying healers had probably ever heard, and L'xon knew it. As the words left him he was already crossing over to Lamith's side, Halventh following. The older blue's broad wings unfolded into a delicate umbrella over the group. L'xon passed off one bucket to his dragon to hold. He reached into the other, and his hand emerged bloodred and gripping a warm slab of sustenance. He extended it toward Lamith, though he was still walking and his arm was shaking, so the meat had a bit of a taunt to its presentation.
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Watching Saia bounce around under the ministrations of L'kie was something of a treat. The silly girl deserved all of it, but Q'sis was monitoring the situation more because it had put his good friend in the proximity of Dalibor's latest red fiend. He could not quite surmise from this distance why the Candidate was prancing around over the simple application of numbweed. Even he was trained in the technique, and L'kie was overqualified for it. The only reason he had to be there was to determine if there were any wounds in the group that required the more advanced care he was capable of giving.
Q'sis again entertained the notion that he would be called for, maybe to take on those less vital tasks like numbing Saia. Then he could see exactly what was troubling her. But the true healers were out in force now that one casualty had already been removed from the premises. And it appeared Saia would continue to Stand. The red had been retired by her Impression, at least for now. Others had passed from Sands to pit uneventfully. His focus lifted to the two parent dragons, from one whirling eye to another. If they could behave themselves, the rest of their offspring might survive this affair.
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"I said 'fine,'" Ekuda snapped at the concerned party. His lips puckered in doubt as he glared down his front, but it was as Sebolaren said: he was scarfed, jacketed, booted, and so on. He spindled the scarf onto his fingers and unwound it from his neck, folding it up into a square before he laid it aside. He peeled off his wooly headband, which had the side benefit of uncovering his ears, so he could hear as much as he saw. The jacket was last, and he stared vindictively down at the buttons as he undid them so that he would not make any mistakes in front of his inquisitive new friend.
At last he shrugged the wherhide off his shoulders and rubbed at his neck, exposed to the collar by his pale blue-grey dress tunic. He felt as though he had surfaced after being trapped underwater without noticing. All he really needed to complete his comfort was a glass of chilled wine. He looked sharply at Sebol. "Alright?" he demanded more than asked, then began casting about for one of the drudges tending the needs of spectators. "What do you like?" he inquired, slightly less irritated but no less pointed. "I like Tillek. Let's have some Tillek."
Before the Journeyman could command some refreshments, however, a large, fuzzy obstruction settled on the stairs just to the right of his seat. Ekuda stared at the enormous hound for a moment, then framed Vigilance's sad face with both hands. "Puppy!" he instructed Sebolaren, looking back at him with the intensity of a man that knew he had spoken truths all along. He seized on some of the scruff resting against his leg and pulled on it in various directions, stretching and squishing Vigilance's compliant face. "Any idea who this belongs to, Sebol? I've not seen him before today."
He leaned down and tried to grip Vigilance's rump to push him along between the benches, but he could only reach to the canine's midback. He still seized the thick mat of fur there and pulled insistently. "Come on. Go give him a hug. He needs it more than me," he informed the dog, jerking his head toward Sebolaren. "And I need this space clear so I can get some wine. You're just messing everything up right now so go on, get that pesterpuss next to me."
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Post by Lan on Mar 26, 2012 15:52:41 GMT -5
Waroth snorted good riddance to the red from Kalith's clutch. The other Impressions were met with little pomp or circumstance from her, although that of her green daughter tore another piece from her fiery draconic heart. After that day she might never speak of her children again, but as of this day she felt strongly for them. They were hers, after all! Born of her own flesh and blood. The Bronze Beekth's input was ignored, being he had nothing to do with her or her clutch since the day of her Flight. He was as far from her mind as he could be. So, yes, the clutch was hers and hers alone! She reveled in her triumph and would strike down any who refused her children, for to refuse Waroth's children would be to refuse Waroth herself. No one refused Waroth!
Nimara clapped and was glad for the five pairings that had gone by, although she watched Doggarel and Alitaph leave the sands with some commiseration. She made a mental note to talk to them after the hatching was over. Those bonded to reds needed to stick together, after all. There were few others who knew what it felt like to be paired with such a volatile creature. She smiled and, the danger of the sands now, hopefully, over, she continued to watch the events. Only Waroth's final child, the energetic pink, remained on the sands.
Fermillionesca had to jump out of the way when the red came barreling through the candidates. Even if she had missed the encounter, she did almost fall on her backside and had to flail a bit to regain her balance. Once righted, she immediately took a defensive stance, knowing herself to be easy prey to the red for her moment of folly. However, there was nothing to dodge or fight against. The red had Impressed, along with the other violent green, and the trader girl sighed in relief. She smiled and clapped for Doggarel, although she didn't envy the girl's future one bit. It took guts to handle a red, that much she had gathered from her studies under a redrider Candidatemaster.
The poor lone pink, neglected in her attempts to play, was now the only moving soul on the sands. She tried not to let it get her down, though. She trilled and continued to chase her tail for a bit, then started to run in bigger circles around some of the other eggs in Kalith's clutch. Kalith herself the pink stayed well away from. She had learned the lesson from her mother that big Queens were no fun, and so she should not try to have fun with them. Something that was no fun could surely not produce any fun, after all.
But she grew bored and lonely. She longed for companionship again, like her sister and her brother! They had found two-leggeds! She should find her own two-legged, too, for finding a two-legged was surely what she should do! So she dashed toward the girl candidates, having unfulfilled hopes from her time with the boys, and weaved her way around. She did a circle around Fermillionesca, although her interest was not held. Then she spotted Analucia and Saia. Oh! They looked like fun, didn't they! Things that looked like fun surely meant fun was contained therein!
She ran up to Analucia first and ran a circle around her, then was about to run a circle around Saia as well when she stopped suddenly. Her eyes looked at the girl's wounds and she crooned softly. Oh dear! That wouldn't do! Clearly this girl needed help, which means someone must take care of her. An idea popped into the pink's head in that moment. What a wonderful plan! A cunning plan, even! Yes! Clearly her plan was cunning, and therefore it was a cunning plan!
SaiaMine! Your Poissoth has a cunning plan, for it is a plan that is cunning! The pink curled gently around her and purred softly. Your Poissoth needs food and you need to be taken care of, which means clearly you can help get Poissoth food and your Poissoth can help you get the help you need! Yes, I think it is cunning, for clearly it is. She then uncurled from Saia and did a tight circle in front of her, then stared up at her like an expectant puppy. I like your hair! Do you like me? Surely SaiaMine likes her Poissoth, yes?
Pink Poissoth, bonded to Saia [90123c] [∇^2]φ = f
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Post by matsi on Mar 26, 2012 16:17:22 GMT -5
((I was Scolded to get on and post soooo.....Please excuse the mistakes since I am so far behind))
Xaratenos about flew out of his bed as his body lurched with surprise. His dream was vivid, which rarely happened for him, but it was vivid and scary. Sweat beaded on his fair face as he looked around, his limbs shaking and Fenrir looking at him like he had lost his mind. His pale eyes looked around as he inhaled deeply, trying to calm his wild nerves. Images of the fierce beast, what ever it was, kept dancing in his mind, and the image even made Fenrir stand up from his "nest" and look up at His with worried eyes. I'm alright, Xarat thought to himself as he inhaled again, and sat back down on the bed, and pet Fenrir's head lightly. As always, the little blue flit started out happy and crooning as the gentle hand pet him, but it quickly turned to a bite and a savage hiss. Xarat didn't mind and just took his hand away from the small blue and looked down at his legs as he tried to clear his mind. It was turning out to be more difficult than normal. Probably because of that background hum that was starting up. Xarat blinked slightly, unfazed, but then his head snapped up quickly and he launched off of his bed once more. Sharding naps always took place before hatchings! Xaratenos flopped to the ground and pulled his white robe out of under the bed and quickly changed his shoes to the sandals and started running out of the barracks. For once, Fenrir didn't follow him, much to Xarat's relief. Xarat was able to throw his robe on as he ran, and by the time he made it to the sands, he was shaking terribly with nerves. First a bad dream, now this. What a day this was, indeed! His light eyes looked from one dragoness to the other, then he bowed to each, silent as always, and made his way to his spot. He stood just on the edge, so that he didn't draw too much attention, but he could also still be seen. The eggs started to break open and Xarat's knees and hands still shook greatly. He just couldn't seem to calm down as his eyes inspected each dragonet, as he always did. Even with his nerves, a small smile was on his fair face. It was still magical, or it felt magical, to watch the youngsters making their way into the world, then (hopefully) find their life partner. Xarat knew that many people never got a life partner, and some dragons didn't either, and that was depressing to think about. Not that depression had any place here today. No, the feeling was soon shoved aside and he focused on the dragonets that slowly started to choose their people.
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Post by Ruin on Mar 26, 2012 16:17:25 GMT -5
The snappy retort earned the Dolphineer a raised brow and increased scrutiny as the man went through the motions of undressing with more care than was the norm. You would have thought the buttons were poised to bite him what with how carefully he worked them and the glower leveled at them, but Sebolaren allowed Ekuda to work in peace, at least for now; though that was mostly because the dragonless man wasn’t certain of what would happen if he did interrupt that concentration. ”Alright for now,” he conceded to the flustered Dolphineer, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he didn’t bother to answer the question which was answered for him—really any type of wine would be fine, though Sebol wasn’t certain Ekuda should partake of any.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the man’s demand for wine was cut off by the largest dog Sebolaren had ever set eyes on, which of course the Dolphineer immediately proclaimed to be a puppy in a way that broached no argument on the subject. Puppy that was nearly the size of the dolphin Ekuda was partnered with—at least to Sebol—but if the man felt the urge to smoosh the canine’s face and treat it as such well, who was the dragonless man to argue. ”Certainsure you’re fine, Eks?” A serious question, though it was spoiled by Sebol’s wry amused smirk that threatened to be an actual smile when the dragonless man put two and two together. Plus watching the man interact with the enormous mutt was entertaining—though it became less-so when the Dolphineer demanded the canine turn his attentions onto the tall man sitting next to him.
”I’ve seen him ranging around before, hard to miss a dog that size, but I’ve no idea who he belongs to or what his name is. Seems to be well trained though, if he’s still following you around perhaps he belongs to one of the Healers—don’t expect we’d have a stray that large ranging around Dalibor.” Which hopefully meant the mutt was in no mood to turn his attention away from his targeted patient and onto some unknown person who just happened to be there. He gave another look around for anyone who might know what to do with the Dolphineer, his eyes settling on Atenna.
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All at once things seemed to go quickly, and become more peaceful. The Green Impressed and thus removed her violence from the sands, followed quickly by not only the protective Black, but the Red and two Cyans. All at once Dora could breathe more easily and allowed herself the space to release her sister’s arm and step away. She gathered herself resolutely, swiping at her mussed robes while watching the last remaining hatchling—Waroth’s pink—with quiet speculation: Finally allowing herself the joy of the magenta hide as it frolicked in circles. She wasn’t there for long though, and Dora’s gasp was one of surprised pleasure—not fear—when she saw that the little Pink had Impressed to the red-haired girl she knew: Saia!
Tugging gently at Elly’s fingers she gave her barely-older twin a bright smile ”I know her! Oh I’m so glad she’s Impressed!” Still remained to be seen if either of them would, but Saia had stood for so long, and it was her time to be a Weyrling and enjoy everything that meant—plus she could finally have her wounds properly tended without mucking about in the heat. Though she no longer felt the terrified urge to cling to her sibling, Dora remained close, taking comfort from the added warmth of Elly’s presence as well as the strength that being with her brought. They would get through this, even if one of them went on ahead and one was left behind—Dora was certain which would be which, but even that certainty had some doubt: Who would have expected a hatching like this one? Not she, that was certain.
With the Sands finally empty of fledglings, Dora allowed herself to contemplate the rocking of the eggs left in Kalith’s clutch, her eyes dancing across the ovoid shells that had spent so long hardening. This would be a day to take away forever, even the grimy parts, and she would remember it. Even the quiet hum of the crowd above, and even the red staining blood that soaked the sands and tainted the air. Especially her sister. Everything she had done to get them here together and in one piece. Right now, during this lull, everything was right in all of Pern, and Dora was happy.
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Post by Boo on Mar 26, 2012 16:18:21 GMT -5
Z’is looked around as someone came to join him, apologising for her lateness. Khrysthanine! A broad smile came to his face as she joined him. When he’d heard that she and her brother had been planning to transfer he’d not quite known what to say or do but now that they had returned, he was truly pleased. In all honesty, she had been one of the first candidates he’d met at Dalibor and never thought he would be joining her as a candidate and then rider. Hephaeth hummed a soft greeting to the smaller dragon and looked back at the sands thoughtfully. “Khrys!” His greeting was a little abrupt before he looked back at the sands to see someone walking off with one of Waroth’s children. “Well… The red I guess… She hatched early on and attacked a few candidates.”
He still had one more candidate on the Sands by now, Seven the one whom he had found out in the Hold rather by surprise. It was rather exciting that he had people he had found on the Sands but the blue would not truly show this excitement. He was not the type of dragon to get overly excited about everything. Of courthe not Emith. Greetingth to you too.
It was good that they had arrived after most of the bloodshed. Hephaeth assumed there would not be too much more now that the red seemed to have found her candidate. Oh! It was one of his own. Emith, I found that one and another. He hath already left the thandth with a brown. I found thothe two with Devath. There ith another there too. Theven ith on the thandth waiting for hith dragon. “That’s good. She seems to have found a partner… Hopefully she’ll be kept under control now…”
Eyes looked back at the sands as he noticed a familiar person walking off them. “Dog?” C’at’s eyes then took in who or rather what she was standing with. The red. At the alarm and fear from his Weyrling, Deretsoth looked up and over at his sister. Eyes whirled curiously and also fell on the black, Gabith his brother. He hoped his brother had not been causing trouble but just knew he probably had.
Alitapth will behave herself. She is with her bonded now. C’at fretted a moment longer as the red threw him a nasty scowl and then looked up at Dog. “Dog… Um… Congratulations…” He wasn’t sure whether this would be a good thing or a bad simply because reds were so violent and that was shown from Waroth.
His sister did not frighten Deretsoth as he knew even now that he need not worry about her harming either himself or C’at. She was with her rider now and even the largest copper could be kept under control once she was with Hers.
As the black and red came off the sands, Tedaon stiffened a moment before setting to looking after them. He was a qualified dragon and human healer, which meant he was able to offer some assistance to both. He worked on those who needed it and whom had no apparent objections to his work.
{anyone can say that Tedaon is helping them with their dragon/weyrling}
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Post by Rii on Mar 26, 2012 17:09:35 GMT -5
Reylia uttered a sigh of relief. Red and black Impressed safely, which meant no blacks would die this day. And with the angry green also leaving the sands with her bonded, it appeared they wouldn't be losing any candidates, either. Both prompted relief in the Ruathan-bred weyrling. You got spoiled with how tame your Hatching was, she scolded herself. See what happens when you don't appreciate your luck?
I don't really think that's fair of you to say of yourself. No, it isn't. Please stop making yourself feel bad, Recath pleaded of his other half. He was there to take care of her. It was exceptionally hard to take care of her from herself.
Reylia grimaced faintly. Her black was right. Now was not the time to be so self-centered. Especially since - and she looked twice to make sure she was right - yes, her best friend had Impressed! A warm smile lit her face and she applauded. "Saia Impressed, Day'ar!" I knew she would!
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Elianne had to admit that it was a bit of a relief to see the red leave the sands. And the black had survived! Survived and Impressed! Atta boy. Fight the power an' live to tell it. There was more than a little bit of a rebellious streak in the gambler, and she welcomed the fellow spirit regardless of species. The green that had bumped them was gone too, and a pair of cyans - why, the Sands were almost empty of dragonets.
Which explained why her sister's deathgrip on Elly's arm had finally subsided. She wriggled her fingers and twisted her forearm in small, discreet movements, restoring circulation in time for her hand to be grabbed again - gently, this time, and out of joy instead of fear. Ah, the pink had Impressed. She favored Dora with a bright grin, trading smile for smile. It was good to see her ever-so-slightly-younger twin happy. "Well if you're glad, I'm glad," she murmured in barely audible tones. They were safe, the sands were quiet - boring - and she turned her attention to studying the remaining eggs. Which would hatch next? She laid a private, mental wager - and waited, to see if it would turn out right.
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Post by larkwing on Mar 26, 2012 17:22:09 GMT -5
Oh no you don't! You're feeding me remember?!?!
Lorenth stamped her little foot against the sands, hissing at the easily distracted rider that she had recently bonded with. Honestly the green was starting to wonder why she had even chosen the girl, but just as quickly as she would get upset she would look into Saka's eyes and once more everything would calm down for her. The candidate had gotten distracted, bucket of meat half-raised in the air just above the dragonet's head, as she saw her friend impress. "But, but it's Saaaaiiiiiiaaaa!"
The Weyrling pouted, her lips turning upside down and puckering as she looked at the green. Sighing, Lorenth nosed her rider's legs and flicked her tail. Okay, okay! Let's go meet my darling sister and your friend. Make it quick though, pleeeeeaase? Her stomach growled as if to put a point to that plea, and a cunning thought came over the dragonet suddenly. Actually... Rising up onto her hindlegs Lorenth knocked the bucket out of Saka's hand while the girl was looking toward the sands.
She was rewarded with red chunks hitting the sand in a number of thuds, and at the moment Lorenth couldn't care less about the fact that they were now dirty. Snapping up two she swallowed them whole, choking slightly before finally getting them down. Okay, now we can go see them! "But your food, it's a messy." Who cares, not me I'll get more, go. "But..." GO! Shoving Saka's legs the green pushed the candidate over to where the pink weyrling pair would be heading.
Laughing all the while the new greenweyrling raised a hand and waved at her friend. "Congrats, see I told you two you'd impress. Ana's the only one left now, we even impressed sisters Saia!" Yes, yes it's just lovely isn't it SisterMine! So much fun we'll have......... At the sudden trail of thought that her green had Saka looked over at the dragonet and pet the creature's head. "What's wrong?" YOU TUBER YOU LET ME GET MY FOOD DIRTY?!?!......I mean...can I have some new food please?
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Post by Cathaline on Mar 26, 2012 18:22:06 GMT -5
L'kie at last finished with his ministrations and moved on, and Saia took her hand from his shoulder, finally obliged to stand on her own two feet. Her legs felt odd, strangely swathed with patches of numbness, and furthermore the booted foot was at least an inch higher off the sand than the other. "Oh, I'm good," she chirped to Analucia. "I feel much better now! It would be nice to be the next one, but I'm sure it will be you."
Yet Saia was quite wrong about that. Whoever would have thought that three uneventful hatchings could leave her walking away alone, and this one, where she wasn't even sure she could walk, would be the one? The fast, energetic pink suddenly zipped over to them to run circles, and Saia giggled at her antics. She was a cute one, and whoever Impressed her was definitely going to have their hands full.
The pink's attention was suddenly arrested by her wounds, still sluggishly bleeding and shiny with numbweed. Saia had been standing for a turn and a half, and she was no stranger to a dragon's voice because of it, but the words that filled her mind weren't just words. They hummed through her body, alive and brilliant. There wasn't a conscious thought along the lines of I just Impressed; it was just that suddenly it wasn't just Saia anymore.
SaiaMine! Your Poissoth has a cunning plan, for it is a plan that is cunning! Your Poissoth needs food and you need to be taken care of, which means clearly you can help get Poissoth food and your Poissoth can help you get the help you need! Yes, I think it is cunning, for clearly it is. I like your hair! Do you like me? Surely SaiaMine likes her Poissoth, yes?[/i]
The speech was punctuated with movements - first Poissoth curled gently around her legs, then ran another little circle, then raised her deep pink face to Hers. But Saia was rooted to the spot, as much by the pleasant shock of it all as by her injuries. At last, however, she broke into a delighted smile and reached down to stroke that dear little muzzle. "Of course I like you!" she exclaimed. "I'm really glad you like it. I've been worried for ages that a dragon was going to try to bite me for it, you know. And then I got knocked down for these silly shoes."
Poissoth sniffed at the shoes, nosing particularly at the too-large boot. You won't be able to run in those! And running is good. It's good to run.[/i]
Saia wasn't going to be running anywhere for awhile, but the effervescent rush of Impressing Poissoth was enough to convince her that probably she could hobble. "I'll see you over there," she told Analucia firmly, wishing she could stay, knowing she couldn't. Poissoth needed to eat, and Saia did indeed need more serious medical attention.
The pink was far too small, newly-hatched, to carry even a petite girl like Saia, but at least the girl's lack of height meant she could comfortably lean on her dragonet. It chafed at Poissoth to be obliged to move so slowly as they made their way off the sands, so she kept up a steady stream of chatter to make up for it. Do you know Lorenth? She's right there! She tried to scratch me, but I was faster! I was faster because she was slower. And she was slower because I was much faster. This sand is so sandy. And your sandal is sandy, SaiaMine![/i] The boot was also pretty sandy, but it didn't amuse Poissoth the way sandals did, so she didn't mention it.
At long last they made it to the feeding area, and Delilah hurried to help Saia to the ground, lugging a bucket of meat over to her. "You focus on your dragon," she told the redhead, carefully taking her sandal and boot off. Saia's legs were an ugly mess of slick numbweed and slowly-crusting blood, but she was beyond happy right now and barely even noticed as Delilah started to tend to her. Instead she bestowed a delighted grin on Saka as she held out the first piece of meat to her pink.
"This is Poissoth!" she introduced. "She said this is Lorenth. And yes, I'm so sure Analucia will be next!"
Poissoth snapped up the meat, licking her maw. It's very meaty,[/i] she declared, and practically convulsed with laughter. Lorenth! It's meaty meat! Schrodith! Schrodith, isn't this meat meaty?[/i]
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Having successfully deposited Mr Rock at Rennin's side, Atenna bowed herself out of the weyrling area, knowing she was quite out of her depth. It was a relief to see Saia heading off the sands; hopefully Laushi would, soon, especially since these last several eggs seemed to be taking awhile to hatch. Her eyes swept over the temporarily-deserted sands, then up into the stands.
It was impossible to miss Vigilance's enormous form, and her eyes narrowed. She knew him, of course; his rider had died, and now he belonged to...Rennin. Well, he certainly couldn't be allowed to sniff her out in her condition! With the canine in mind, Atenna went hurrying up into the stands. "Excuse me!" she said repeatedly as she passed people by, but as soon as she arrived beside Sebol and Ekuda, she realised there was more to worry about than the dog's unlikely presence. "Are you okay?" she asked Ekuda. "Your eyes are glassy."
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Day'ar frowned as he saw L'xon move off, wavering; his desire was to go to Rennin too, but crowding into the weyrling area to congratulate the newly-Impressed wasn't really allowed. It must be far worse to crowd into the infirmary on top of it, the healers would never forgive him. But would she think less of him for not rushing straight to her side? But he could later, when they were done working, that was the benefit of a weyr near the infirmary, he could go while Ambrith slept and not feel terribly neglectful...but...
Reylia's words recollected him to himself, and he smiled again. "Oh, thank goodness," he said - both that she'd Impressed at long last, and that she hadn't died out there on the sands. So Starfall's ill-conceived antics, though they'd led to pain and mauling, had at least resulted in something good. "A pink, too...she likes pink." And if there was anyone who could keep up with that pink's apparently-boundless energy, it had to be Saia. Day'ar reached over to touch his sister's hand; he too had never been more grateful, as he watched Saia make her happy but agonised way off the sands, that their hatching had been so tame.
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Post by Chek on Mar 26, 2012 18:52:43 GMT -5
Vigilance didn’t know how to feel about all the squishing and tugging and pulling that the snow-people was subjecting him to, but he knew his duty. Snow-people was acting oddly still, so Vigilance assumed that sitting upon must happen until a goodperson arrived. He gave the otherman with the snow-people a longsuffering look as he reared up enough to plant his enormous paws on Ekuda’s lap.
There.
And… a goodperson approached! He knew Atennalady, because she gave the best treats, and Mistress had often taken him to see Atennalady after Master had gone away. He treated her to a low, whuffling bark, and thumped his tail against the steps as she started talking. She smelt like Mistress, too, though in an alarming fashion – one thing at a time, though. Snow-people first, then Mistress.
Nice and orderly.
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Lamith examined the offered meat, then the protective wing spread over himself and their party – polite of the other blue – and then the meat again. He cast a sideways glance towards his rider.
Rennin had let her head loll back at the sound of a familiar voice, and smiled when she saw L’xon – though her few was quite bumpy as they were carried towards the Infirmary, and rather upside down, atop that. “Hullo, L’xon.” She greeted him dreamily, “Did you see Lamith?”
Lamith, for his part, stretched his neck out from the arms carrying him and delicately caught the offered meat in his mouth, though once there he struggled a touch to eat the piece suspended as he was. Finally, he balanced the meat against Mr. Rock, who was held in his front paws, and managed to get it down.
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Post by Gray on Mar 26, 2012 19:46:55 GMT -5
There are people looking at you mine. They should be looking at me. I'm better. Much better. The dragonet tried to saunter, but it came out as an awkward gait. She was hungry and she was going to be fed. Then she would sleep. Maybe. It depended on what struck her fancy.
Doggarel just smiled to herself and looked to Alitapth. She was finally starting to feel a bit better about this. She wasn't mortified, nor overwhelmed with love. But it wasn't as bad as she feared. “You're being silly again, but that's ok. They will look at you. Because you are beautiful.” That was one thing Dog couldn't deny. She liked how dark Alitapth's hide was, and she liked the orangey streaked that trailed across her. Then she heard her name spoke, and she perked up much like a dog would.
“Cessy! Er, C'at! How cool is all this huh? We both impressed!” Of course, she noticed the slight alarm in her friend and smiled sheepishly. “Oh uh, thank you! Congratulations to you too! I was so proud to see you impressed!” Where is my food? I want food, stop being stupid and talking. But... The red looked C'at over and lashed her tail. He fears me! Good! Very good! She basked in the fear for a moment, before her pesky brother calmed his rider. Quiet you hulking tan! I was enjoying that!
Dog frowned a bit. “Alitapth! Stop that. Apologies. She's a bit...” She just trailed off, unable to really find a good phrase. Mean? Petty? Pure evil incarnate? They all seemed to work. Well, perhaps not the last. Alitapth might be mean and harsh. But she wasn't truly evil. Grabbing a bucket of fresh meat, she plopped down next to C'at and offered a bloody hunk to the red. She hoped it would distract her. “Come now, I know you tore people up, so you must be really hungry now!” Eagerly the red grabbed the hunk of meat, almost snapping up a finger in the process. Now. You talk to me. Ignore them. I am yours and you are mine. You need to pay me attention!
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Seven watched the pink with a smile. Well, she was at least energetic. That would be good for when the thread fell, right? Maybe she would last longer, or be faster. She didn't seem to like the boys, which was fine with him. He was sure she knew who she wanted, she just had to find them. When the pink did, he joined in the applause for Saia. Good for her. Good for all those whom had impressed. That was the last of Waroth's clutch though, she had done well. Three was a decent number for a subqueen, right? That just left Kalith's brood.
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Post by Admin on Mar 26, 2012 19:59:47 GMT -5
I got plenty of time to waste on you, And if you travel alone can I come to, I've been tryin so hard to get it into you, And if you want to ride travel from the inside.
W'al continued his supervision of the newly Impressed weyrlings, sticking names to human faces and wheedling names out of Kerath for the dragonets. They were a fine bunch, now that the red had calmed down under the control of her rider and Waroth's green had developed some semblance of sanity. "Feed 'em until they feel full. Then cut them off. They'll likely sleep. Let 'em doze, but don't let 'em drift off too much;" he instructed, going from pair to pair and generally hovering like a worried mother. The attitude made sense; after all, as soon as they were off the sands, they were his responsibility, no longer belonging to Waroth or Kalith. "If you're hurt, even a bit, please talk to a healer if you haven't already. Or me. You can always talk to me." He gave their newest pinkrider a smile.
The cream and pink egg near the front of Kalith's clutch began to crack. Or more aptly, one crack appeared on its shell. Then all motion ceased. The gape widened every so slightly and movement could be seen from within the egg. Agonizing minutes passed where nothing seemed to happen and then slowly a limb slipped out of the crack, widening it as chunks of the shell fell to the ground. A body followed the limb and a pink emerged into the world. For the most part, she was pale in color and pristine in appearance. However, her neck and body looked as if they had already been clawed by some great best, magenta slash marks decorating her skin. With large, innocent eyes, she observed this new, bright, and scary world, blinking her outer lids and hunkering down against her broken egg.
Across the way, the pale pinkish egg was rocking. And rocking. And rocking. It just would not stop rocking. That is, until the shell gave way and the dragonet inside could punch her way out into the world. With a hide of dark forest green, her color was easy to identify. One eye, her right one, was surrounded by a singular pale eye patch which appeared to bleed both down her face like tears and onto her muzzle. The pink perked up at the sight of her sister and let out a croon, but the green ignored her as if she were not there. Pesky pink, scared of her own shadow, the green thought as she headed for the candidates. So much smaller than her and thus weak. So desperate for her attention and thus useless. The green admonished her sister in her mind, tearing her down for no particular reason.
As the pink shrank away from her sister, deeply upset to have offended her, the rusty red egg began to crack. It promptly admitted a second green into the world. A darker shade of forest green than her sister, this dragonet had no adornment around her eye but instead had brightly colored toes. The pink reached out to her, extending her neck to croon to her larger sister. However, the green cut her off, barking out a chirrup of greeting as she proceeded to talk over the pink in a series of whistles, clicks, and roars. Every so often, the smaller female would try to break away from the discussing, a smart idea as it seemed to be making her more and more upset, but the green would not allow her to leave, constantly stepping in front of her as she continued to talk in her loud, sonorous voice.
The clutch was busy hatching and the yellow egg soon broke open, revealing a second pink. She bore little resemblance to her like-colored sister. Her hide was a deep, near red shade of magenta and her nose was spotted with a lighter, more typical shade. Though she emerged into the world with a trumpet, she soon fell silent, eagerly watching the darker green and her fellow pink. She kept her eyes fixed on them as she trotted forward, making her way towards the lighter green. She soon caught up with the judgmental dragonet and proceeded to try to chat with her, still watching the pink and green as they interacted. The lighter green paused to listen, but soon responded to the dark pink with a hiss, apparently disgusted by what she said. She fell quiet, evidently shocked at this response.
The dark pink soon recovered and trotted off, no worse for the wear, abandoning the judgmental green. She didn't seem to mind; she pretended not to notice and headed for the candidates as well. However, the pink was more successful at the business of Impression than the green. She marched right up to who she wanted and started talking. That green thinks I'm a gossip! Of all the things, AnaluciaMine! The pink tried to act offended, but she could hardly sell it. She flicked her tail in the general direction of the lighter green, then switched to the other. And that green is saying all sorts of terrible things to the pink. Why do you think she does that? What do you think, Analucia? Your Dalahirath would love to hear your thoughts. The pink sounded desperate for her rider's opinions, lacking her own and hoping to gossip.
The third largest egg of the brood, the stone giant, was trembling uncontrollably, occasionally jerking back and forth. With a cackling roar, a purple burst forth, tumbling head over heels and ending up on his feet. He was tiny for a purple, more yellow-sized than anything else, but he was all purple in color. In fact, he looked as if he'd taken the color from two purples. His base color was dark and rich, but the top of his wings and his neck ridges were dipped in a light violet shade. He looked upon the world with bright blue, swirling eyes and he saw all, every minute detail. However, rather than seeking an accomplishment from what he saw, he allowed it to simply bring him joy. Oh, there were so many games to play and pranks to pull! So many interesting, fascinating, and useless things!
With a prance to his steps and a switch in his two-tone hips, the purple headed towards the light pink and the bullying green, eyes sparkling. He sneaked up on the green, tapped her on the shoulder with his muzzle, and then sidestepped passed her when she turned to look. She shrieked at him, indignant that he made him look a fool, but he ignored her. He swept the pink under his wing and stole her away from the green. Shocked by this sudden change of events, she stared up at him as he deposited her near the candidates. He gave her a hum and something akin to a wink, tipping his head to her. Oh, part of him had done it to be a good person, but one day, he'd be the quite the flirt. In the meantime, he left the pink with a shiny rock as a token of his affection to distract her from what the green did and darted back to mercilessly tease the bossy female.
The pink looked down at the rock. Then she promptly left it where it was and crept over to the candidates, seeking some form of consolation. She wasn't worthless, was she? She wasn't even scared! Just upset. Very upset. And confused. Endlessly confused. Why had the green been so loud? Why hadn't the green cared at all? And that purple? What did that purple mean? As the pink crept cautiously through the candidates, the purple led the green on a merry goose chase. She kept trying to get him to stop and listen to what she had to say, but he never did. He disappeared around eggs. He tugged on her tail. When he did pause, he talked over her as she tried to talk over him, telling jokes and rumbling with laughter at her expense. He did everything but show he cared about her opinion or wants.
The lighter of the two greens was picking her way through the candidates, very purposefully ignoring everything else that was happening. She looked at each one she passed, assessing their moral character, appearance, and personality, deciding who they were in a matter of seconds. Raksha was too love-lost and ridiculously melodramatic. Fermillionesca was not loyal enough for her. Elianne and Elidora were too preoccupied with each other, as only a start to their many faults in the green's eyes. Laushi was too much of a fool, haphazardly doing every little thing. Ieco was too hopeless. Seven was too critical, perhaps the most ridiculous of her assessments and denials. Morndag was too nervous and half-baked for her. Tremayne was not paying enough attention to work at all.
There was one that passed her judgment. She was a touch preoccupied, but for once, the green could forgive that fault. For once, the green could forgive. For her, she could forgive. Odelle, you are perfect. Feed your wise Malith. Elsewhere among the candidates, the pink was wandering. It took her an agonizingly long time to go from candidate to candidate, hunting for one to comfort her and settle her anxious mind. Like the green, she passed over Raksha, Fermillionesca, and Elianne. She paused briefly at Elidora, but the skittish girl put her on edge and she quickly hurried to the next. All of the remaining eggs were rocking; none of them appeared to be duds, given even the absentminded twitches of the smallest egg were reoccurring. Only five were left, plus the three dragonets on the sands.
So dream on, your sleeping with the lights on, I know I'm the one your thinking of, Don't try to run try to run they're coming, You'll never let this go.
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