Mango
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Post by Mango on Jul 10, 2010 12:44:19 GMT -5
M'ma shook his head at the brown. He needed to go Impress. Trith was right to push him out. He seemed to need the encouragement. M'ma clapped for the green that just Impressed. and then stood up. As much as he wanted to watch, he should probably make his way down to meet the Weyrlings. He had to make sure they weren't feeding their dragons too much. He made his way down, beaming at the newly Impressed.
"Hello, hello, my darlings!" he said with a grin, "Congratulations! What lovely dragonetts you all have! I hope you are all finding them easy enough to feed. Does anyone need any help?" He walked over to the first to Impress. Her dragon looked fairly satiated now. It was only a Green, so it didn't need too much. He wanted to make sure that the ravenous hunger that was to be felt between the two didn't cause the girl to overfeed her.
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Cheko watched the brown with curious eyes. Why wasn't it Impressing? He absent-mindedly stroked Polo's head, thinking about why this was so. He had forgotten that firelizards weren't allowed, but most people seemed too concerned with the Hatching to pay the boy's actions much mind.
Soon, his friend, Lialla, had Impressed. A grin spread wide on his face. Sleepyhead had Impressed! He wondered if her dragon was sleepy too. He studied the little one. She didn't seem that sleepy. But you never knew. The two might sleep the days away together! That wouldn't be good for Lessons, though. No sir.
After applauding his friend, he looked out. There were two male dragons on the Sand. Maybe one would be his? That would be quite exciting. Well, probably. He looked over to Polo and his heart skipped a beat. No, he couldn't think about that again!
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Valee watched as Trith pushed the brown forward. Why wouldn't it go Impress? She shook her head. Now there was a bronze and a green on the Sands as well. She watched the green hopefully, eyes wide and dreamy like they sometimes got. But, no, after raking at a poor girl's leg, the green ran to another and seemed quite upset. The poor green probably didn't mean to hurt the other! A hatching was just so much excitement.
Valee watched the injured girl, hoping she'd be ok. She was sure a Healer would tend to her very soon. The wound didn't look like it would be too bad for her to continue Standing. Luckily, the clutch was not too big so too much blood loss would probably not be an issue.
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Post by Kristin on Jul 10, 2010 14:43:03 GMT -5
F’ren had been doing dock work and was just about finished when the humming started. Unfortunately he was almost as far from the sands as you could be. But this was not something the weyrling wanted to miss and he quickly abandoned his task and started running. He really did not want to be late to the first hatching in a long time he had been to without adorning the white candidate robe. A few minutes later and he was gasping for breath, but full of relief because he was almost there. He put his hands on his hips while catching his breath but froze in the act. He was naked from the waist up. Normally this wouldn’t be a big deal, F’ren was used to being shirtless and dock work was hot work, but this was a hatching. It was sort of expected that everyone should dress up and he knew that no shirt would never be accepted. He feared that the queen would think that he was disrespecting the eggs and he definitely did not want to be on her bad side, especially on a day like this when emotions ran high. Well it couldn’t be helped, he would have to run all the way to the weyrlings’ weyr to put on a shirt.
A number of minutes later and F’ren was dripping sweat into his new, clean shirt. The good news was that he was finally there. He spotted his fellow weyrlings fairly easily and quickly went to them. When he reached them he bowed down with his hands on his knees and gasped for breath. Running up and down all those stairs was not easy. When the worst was over, he straightened up and tried to see what had been going on. “What has happened? Anything interesting?” He asked no one in particular.
He noted with disappointment that it was almost over as there were only two eggs that hadn’t hatched yet. But one hatched brown seemed to be reluctant to impress, and was instead staying close to Trith. Someone seemed to be hurt and when F’ren saw who it was his hand flew to his mouth in horror. Not Rael… Thankfully her wounds didn’t seem to be very serious but you never knew. His attention was at the moment focused on Rael but not the remaining eggs or the brown.
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It seemed like everyone was impressing but him. None of the new dragons paid any attention to him and he couldn’t blame them, he knew he was a fairly unnoticeable boy. But that didn’t change the fact that it felt like his heart was breaking every time a dragonet was lead out of the sands by an ecstatic new weyrling. Why did none of them want him? Was he really that weak that no dragon could imagine bonding with him?
A small bright spot was when Kheron impressed. Kivin actually managed to be genuinely happy for his friend who was beaming with happiness. Kivin couldn’t say that he blamed him. When a girl, Raelwyn, was hurt, the healer in him wanted to rush over and tend to her but the candidate in him made him stay put, knowing that there were other people there to tend to her injuries and it was more important that he stay put, if he wanted to have any hope of impressing. Although hope was slim now, with only three dragons left.
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Post by Trith on Jul 10, 2010 20:04:39 GMT -5
Samhara was practically on the edge of her seat. It was amazing how much such a small clutch could grab at her heart. It was her reaction to all hatchings, but Trith's emotions doubled up on her own and it was practically the one time she actually contemplated having children with someone. Too bad there wasn't anyone, and that's the way she liked it! She had to remind herself at every hatching though, and the smallest part of her admitted it might be nice.
The Splendens Egg continued its leisurely progress towards hatching, the cracks gradually widening as the hatchling within worked at a steady pace to free itself. Almost as if testing the atmosphere of the hatching bowl, a slender aqua green foot pushed easily through the fractured shell the rest on the warm sand. A slow crumbling of the rest of the colorful shell revealed a long and slender green hatchling of a delicate aqua hue, her body and senses already alert to the world around her. She peered around for a long moment before moving almost instinctively towards the Puntius brown. Chirping quietly, she sought to gain his attention from Trith. The queen urged the little green hatchling on with a series of low hums as the brown turned to his green sister with a questioning warble.
She nuzzled him for a brief soothing moment before turning expectantly towards the semi-circle of candidates and urging him to follow, once again showing the lost hatchling where he should be. He seemed momentarily confused, then followed his bright clutchsister towards the line, seeking her attention as he had sought Trith's. Trith crooned to the pair in encouraging tones, glad to see the pale brown at least moving in the correct direction finally.
The Corydora Egg began fracturing open as its efforts began to show progress, and again the gold hummed at it, giving it direction. Finally releasing its occupant, the shell broke apart in thirds to reveal a dark blue hide with some lovely mottling. Unfortunately, that was the only truly beautiful thing about him. Large imposing jaws and an awkward frame made the Corydora blue look just a little too much like a wher, especially for Trith’s comfort. She peered steadily at the hatchling who was looking around with avid curiosity, and deigned to leave him to his own devices. -She- would have never birthed so ungainly a creature. Wings of a decent size promised that he was indeed a true dragon, and he pumped them a time or two to help him keep balance as he romped puppy-like out of the clutch, leaving only egg shards behind as the last one to hatch.
The Splendens green worked diligently to shepherd her clutchbrother towards the candidate line, seemingly unworried about finding her own bonded. It may be that she’d already spotted Hers, or that she was more worried about the brown’s proximity to betweening. Either way, she had him to the line almost before even he realized it, and there were suddenly twolegs everywhere, or so it seemed to the brown. Despite her helping heart, the green had inadvertently directed him towards the female half of the line. His wasn’t there! In a frenzy, he took down two girls in a stampede towards the males –he was no small hatchling!- and left bloodied gashes along both Batavia and Valee’s torsos. He ran into Zanalorin, knocking him to the ground as well with a bloodied and maybe even broken arm before he stopped in his tracks, his eyes on a boy in front of him.
A thin, high pitched cry of ultimate relief was rent from the brown as he ran for Ranen, knocking the boy from his feet in his hurry to reach His, finally, and settling squarely between His’ legs, his claws hooked in the front of Ranen’s robes and likely scratching him as well. R’nenmine! Olloth was looking for you! Olloth didn’t see you, why were you hiding from Olloth!
Now that her clutchbrother had been taken care of, the Splendens green walked demurely over to Kivin and leaned against his legs with a contented sigh, wrapping even her long wings around his slight frame. Asileth is sorry she took so long, K’vinmine, but don’t be sad anymore! Your Asileth is here now, don’t worry. Please, feed Asileth?”[/i]
Completely oblivious to the drama playing out around him, the Corydora blue continued to prance in happy euphoria over being out of his egg. He casually walked the candidate line, looking into each twoleg’s face for his bonded, and just as casually moving by, though giving each a friendly chirp in passing. He was sorry to make them sad, but he had to find His. He reached the end of the line and paused in confusion. Where was his? Maybe he’d missed His? Alright! The dumpy blue turned right around and walked the line again with a rather adorable waddle in his step, this time letting his tail tap the ground as he passed candidates.
Ah hah! The awkward looking blue stopped before his chosen, placing his rump firmly on the ground as he peered happily up at Cheko, his tail tip avidly thumping the ground. C’komine, Peth missed you! Peth is sorry, would C’komine feed his Peth now? The blue would have been grinning in an utterly silly way if dragons could grin. As it was, his wings vibrated with excitement.
Trith bugled in sudden relief that every hatchling had now found its partner, and many of the dragons around the hatching bowl joined in, their happiness practically coloring the air. Samhara, a rare relieved smile on her face, stood and raised her hands to gain the attention of those gathered. “I offer up my congratulations to our newly impressed riders!” She shouted, the bowl amplifying her voice in a natural echo. “We will see them all again at the Great Feast in celebration of their new bond! I invite all to attend!” With that, she moved to Trith, the gold sniffing at the shells that had so recently held the babies, and gave her shoulder an affectionate pat. The gold turned to her, clearly excited that everything had gone so well. Minimal maulings, each hatchling impressed. It was a good evening for a feast.
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Post by Maykat on Jul 10, 2010 21:06:56 GMT -5
Batavia was sure the Puntius brown was heading for her. So sure, she forgot herself. She took a half step towards him, reaching out slightly, right as he panicked. He slammed into her, driving all the air out of her lungs and knocking her to the ground. She lay where she fell, staring up at the sky. The sand burned her skin but she couldn’t move. She was stunned, mentally and physically, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Wheezing and gasping for breath, Batavia rolled onto her hands and knees, then sat back against her heels.
She sat up in time to see the Corydora blue, ugly even to Batavia’s dazed eyes, Impress to youngest candidate. She looked around the Sands, hoping against hope to see another dragonet wandering about but knowing there wasn’t one. That was it. The Hatching was over. Batavia leaned forward, her hands on her knees and her head hanging. It was only when she saw the blood on her robes did she realize she had been scratched. She immediately felt the pain; sharp and raw where the fabric of her robe rubbed and a duller ache from the impact. That’ll need stitches, she thought, feeling detached from the situation. Like she was looking at some dragon that had been clawed and need attention.
Still wheezing, Batavia pushed herself to her feet. She wavered for a moment, getting her balance and looking for the healers. “Are you okay?” she asked Valee, noticing the candidate near her was also bloody.
V’mio winced as the brown scratched up a handful of candidates. He stayed in his seat; there was nothing anyone could do until after the last Impression, and really nothing he could do but stay out of the healers’ way. Felath bugled once the Corydora blue Impressed and the Hatching ended. All in all, V’mio thought as he filed out of the stands, it had been a good day. Despite the hesitance of the brown, he had eventually found his lifemate. He stopped to give a few encouraging words to two candidates, holdbred boys with no family in attendance. All the candidates would have no more duties tonight, and only a short lesson in the morning. He knew how important it was to give them time to process what had happened, and come to terms with the rejection. Luckily this was no one’s last Hatching before aging out. Felath moved to lay near the candidate barracks and keep an eye on things while V’mio went to check on the injured candidates.
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Post by Lissa on Jul 10, 2010 21:11:52 GMT -5
Aidaen felt his heart dropping to his feet as what seemed like dragon after dragon cracked their shell and walked by him without a second glance. Logically, he knew that there weren't that many dragonets, but emotionally he felt run through the wringer. A brief surge of hope filled him when the brown rushed towards him, but he kept on going and picked another, leaving him with a half outstretched hand and a half broken heart.
The teen glanced around, noting that there were still more candidates than eggs and dragonets but it was a close thing. Of course, that didn't change since they came in, but he could hope. Aidaen's eyes caught on that strange boy, the one who was even shorter and younger than he. The one whom he had heard others describe as a little off, because he talked to a firelizard only he could see.
Imagination was all well and good, but it was for babies and he wasn't a baby anymore. That boy couldn't be much younger than him since he knew the candidate age was minimum of twelve turns to stand at a hatching. With an inward snort, the lad turned back to the eggs.
Only to realize that there were only two unhatched eggs and that pale brown who didn't seem that interested in finding a mate from within the candidates. Aidaen started to worry, focusing for once on something other than himself. What if the brown didn't pick someone? Until he had come to the Weyr a sevenday ago, he didn't even think that was possible, but he had heard some riders discussing the lack of candidates and one had said that if a dragonet went between for lack of a suitable partner it would upset every dragon in the Weyr
Aidaen understood that. It was really sad when any baby animal died, and dragons...well they weren't quite human but they sure weren't animals either. With Threadfall and the lack of riders due to the killing illness at the other Weyr every dragonet was more precious than they were normally, which was very precious indeed.
And then the last two unhatched eggs split, spilling first a green, and then a rather ungainly blue onto the sands to join the brown. The green seemed very interested in her pale brown brother and soon set off towards the female candidates, leading the male dragon behind her. Aidaen furrowed his brows together in confusion. Did she think he should pick a girl? Brown dragons picked boys, the harper who instructed him had said. The boy thought hard whether anything had been mentioned about one picking a girl but couldn't remember so gave up with a shrug.
He kept his eyes on the brown, thinking how lovely it would be if it picked him. Shards, any of them would be just wonderful. Oh please please please... he thought wistfully. And for a moment it seemed like his wish might be granted. The brown dashed away from the girls, mauling two in the process and bumped hard into the male candidate two away from Aidaen, knocking him down. He was so sure the brown was coming for him that a goofy grin started on his face, only to be wiped completely away as that dragon too passed him by.
Before he could recover from the disappointment that the brown had chosen another, both the green and the last blue had found their lifemates and he was left standing on the sands, unwanted and forgotten. Aidaen's shoulders slumped as he realized that his fears had come to pass. He wasn't, after all, fit for a dragon. Even that boy who still had imaginary friends had proven better than he. No dragons had even glanced at him and surely if he was even remotely suitable one would have considered him.
Aidaen didn't even notice the Weyrwoman speaking. Instead he moped out of the hatching grounds, wending his solitary way around the new weyrling pairs with only a hint of an envious glance, struggling to hold back bitter tears as he headed back to the barracks.
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Post by Mello on Jul 10, 2010 22:29:14 GMT -5
Ranen nearly cheered aloud when the newest green to hatch took an interest in the brown, still hovering around Trith. The candidates couldn’t go to it without risking something bad happening, either scaring the dragons or Trith, but if his sister could bring him to them, there was still a chance it wouldn’t go between. For a moment he feared that the green’s efforts weren’t quite enough, that he was going to stay with his adoptive mother again and never find His, but then he began following her to the line of candidates, and Ranen smiled. There was hope for the brown, and that was enough for now.
Some part of him registered that the last egg had hatched a somewhat strange looking blue, but most of Ranen’s attention was still focused on the brown and the green shepherding him. Like the brown, however, he didn’t realize until the last moment that she wasn’t leading him to the candidates he was likely to find acceptable, but to the part of the line where the girls were. A part of Ranen seemed to know what was going to happen just as the brown realized where he was, and he watched with a feeling of panic and dread as the brown, not one of the smaller of the clutch by any means, caught two girls in his rush to get away. Ranen watched with increasing panic as the hatchling headed towards his part of the line, running into yet another candidate along the way and knocking him to the ground.
But then suddenly, miraculously, the panicked feeling was gone. Instead there was just calm relief, seemingly triggered by the brown’s cry. For a moment Ranen was confused, but then the dragon was running toward him. No, he was running into him, and the candidate found himself on the sands.
R’nenmine! Olloth was looking for you! Olloth didn’t see you, why were you hiding from Olloth!
It was… relief and love and comfort and everything Ranen had ever imagined he might feel looking into the eyes of his dragon, only so much more, and so much more intense than even in his wildest dream. “Olloth?” he squeaked out, surprised at the sound of his own voice. This couldn’t be real, could it? This brown, this perfect, amazing creature couldn’t be talking to him, right?
Olloth fidgeted in front of him. Of course Olloth is talking to you, R’nenmine! Who else would Olloth be looking for? The matter of fact tone of the hatchling’s voice in his head pulled R’nen out of his shock and he stumbled to his feet, gently untangling Olloth from the front of his robes. He had scratches on his legs, and they looked like they might be bleeding just slightly, but it wasn’t anything serious, and he had more important things to take care of right now, as Olloth happily reminded him. Are we going to find food now, R’nen? he asked cheerfully. I’m soooo hungry!. R’nen laughed, nearly giddy with happiness. “Of course, Olloth,” he replied as he led the brown off the sands to where the other weyrlings were enjoying their first meal. The brown trumpeted with excitement at the news, making R’nen laugh. “What, you think I would starve you?”
I’m just happy, the brown replied cheerfully. I found R’nenmine, and now he is going to feed me! Olloth lightly bumped his head against R’nen’s side, managing to convey both playfulness and lovingness. R’nen could hardly believe it, even as he began feeding Olloth the meat offered to him by those situated at the entrance. All that time, and his dreams had more than come true.
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Mango
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Post by Mango on Jul 10, 2010 22:38:12 GMT -5
So much was going on, it was hard to keep track. All the eggs had hatched. And then the green was leading the poor brown. She led him towards the girls. Was the brown meant to Impress one of them? Valee perhaps? A cross Impression of that sort was rare, but not unheard of. Yes, the brown was heading towards her and Batavia, the girl who had helped with chores. Maybe it was one of them! She would feel very happy if the other Impressed the brown, but would feel slightly sad. Any Impression would be nice. And browns were lovely.
But, no, the brown didn't seem to want them. This was confirmed as Valee felt a searing pain across her stomach. She quickly intook breath, making a hissing sound. Then a small, cry, glancing down as the white slowly grew dark with blood. Shards! And as she began to wonder what to do with herself, the last dragonet Impressed. Again, she was left standing. That hurt just as bad as the marks across her torso. She barely registered someone talking to her.
Her large, round eyes looked slightly watery as she looked to the other girl. The tears dried up instantly when she saw the other girl in much the same predicament. "Oh yes, I'm fine!" she said, offering out her hand, the one that she had managed to not get bloody. "You need any help? We might want to go get looked at." She offered the girl a pained smile, knowing that both of them were hurting emotionally as well as physically. Valee had really hoped this time would be the time.
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Cheko watched eagerly as the last of the eggs Hatched. A green and a blue. And then there was the brown. The green, trying to be helpful, led the brown to the Candidates. Cheko related to the brown. He just wanted some attention. Luckily, that green was good to help him along the way. Unfortunately, the brown didn't seem to like where the green had led him and went on a rampage. He hurt two girls and the cool Zan guy he had met before. And then he Impressed. Not to him.
Cheko sighed, turning his head to where Polo was. "It might still be just you and me, buddy. It'll be alright, though." As he said this, the green Impressed. Only the blue was left. Now, most would think the blue looked ugly. Not Cheko. He grinned as he watched the blue romp and play. Just like a baby canine! It was really cute in an odd, ugly way. Cheko liked it. He grinned as he watched it, but the grin lessened in sheer surprise as he watched the blue sit in front of him and thump its tail.
C’komine, Peth missed you! Peth is sorry, would C’komine feed his Peth now?
A sudden love for the ugly creature filled his heart. "It's ok, Peth. Let's go get you food! Lots of food!!!" the boy told him and they both romped merrily off the Sands together. Really, the pair was perfect with their awkward playfulness.
Cheko, no C'ko now, strode confidently into the feeding room. The grin on his face was one of the biggest he had ever worn. In all the excitement, C'ko had forgotten about one very important thing. Polo. And the imaginary firelizard wasn't too happy about that. he had gone through the whole trouble of staying and C'ko hadn't introduced him to Peth. How rude. The firelizard gently nipped at C'ko's ear, causing the boy to cry out in pain.
What is wrong, C'koMine?[/i] the blue asked, very concerned that C'ko had been hurt by one of his clutch siblings.
"I...uh...forgot to introduce you to someone. Peth, this is Polo!" he said with a grin, hearing the firelizard chirp in his ear with approval.
Mine...nothing's there... The blue pointed out. C'ko though and then quickly came up with a solution. Their minds were still syncing. He sent the blue a picture of the firelizard and showed him what the brown was doing. Oh! Polo is nice! Though he should not hurt Mine anymore! the blue did not mind that His had a firelizard. For Polo was now as real as C'ko believed he was.
"He won't!" the boy called happily, "I gotta introduce you to someone else now!" He quickly found the one he was searching for. He ran up to Lialla, Peth wagging his tail behind him and said to her. "Hey sleepyhead! I like your dragon! This is Peth! Is your dragon SleepyDragon?"
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M'ma greeted all the Weyrlings as they came off the Sands, directing them to the food. He explained not to feed them too much, even though they should be able to feel the dragon's hunger now. Soon, he was just running back and forth, making sure no one needed anything.
"No, no, dear, that's too much!" "Well, then stop if you're feeling full. He'll try to ask for more!" "Get a smaller piece, darling, it's only a green. That piece looks more for the likes of a bronze."
He was relieved once everyone seemed to get the hang of it and looked out to see the rejected Candidates. It was sad, to be sure. But all of them would be able to Stand again from the looks of it. It was a small clutch. Maybe when a bigger one occurred, there'd be more selection and everyone would find their dragon.
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Post by Kristin on Jul 11, 2010 14:00:40 GMT -5
The next egg that hatched was the one that Kivin had spent considerable time with during the touching so he started focusing on that egg. A beautiful little green emerged but Kivin didn‘t have much hope for impressing that one. For one thing greens tended to pick girls more often and also, no dragon seemed to want to pick Kivin. He had been following the brown with one eye while watching the other dragonets hatch and impress and was, as many others were, growing increasingly worried about the young hatchling. He was therefore pleased when the green started to help her clutch brother to find a candidate.
His attention was diverted from the green and the brown when the last egg hatched. Out came, well there could be no denying it, a dragonet that wasn‘t very beautiful. However Kivin didn‘t care. To him the blue was beautiful and he urged the little dragonet in his mind to come to him. Kivin focused again on the brown when he mauled first two girls and then a boy. Kivin winced, it seemed that the brown was having a less than smooth hatching. But then the brown finally impressed, like five others before him. The green with her task completed, started searching for Hers but much more calmly than the brown had. She started walking in Kivin‘s direction who started hoping again even though he knew that she would never pick him. But nearer she came and Kivin started holding his breath in anticipation. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing and was very calm so Kivin hoped that meant that she wouldn‘t maul him.
And she didn‘t. Instead she leaned against his legs and all doubt was erased from Kivin‘s mind. He was good enough to bond with a dragon, even one as beautiful as his Asileth. Asileth is sorry she took so long, K’vinmine, but don’t be sad anymore! Your Asileth is here now, don’t worry. Please, feed Asileth? [/i] Kivin, no, K‘vin started sniffling, he just couldn‘t help that he was crying. He had never felt more happy, more whole than in this moment. Finally he understood what riders were always talking about. He sank down to his knees to put his arms around Asileth and hugged her like his life depended on it. I‘m not sad anymore Asileth and we‘ll go now to get you fed. True to his word, K‘vin let go of his green and led her out of the sands to fill that empty dragonet stomach, a blinding smile on his face.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 11, 2010 15:19:49 GMT -5
No part of Lialla registered that the Hatching had finished. The calm, attentive girl was focused purely on the dragonet in front of her, who was consuming food at a rapid rate. The only other thing she was listening to were the Weyrling Master's pleas to not gorge the hatchlings, to only fulfill their actual hunger and not give in when the little ones attempted to overeat. So Lia gauged how much her Cryth probably should eat, and did her best to ignore the green's assurances that she wasn't full. Nonono she wasn't!
Just when Cryth was reaching her capacity for food (or, at least, Lialla's determination of her capacity), the green let out an excited noise. It made Hers turn, registering that the Hatching had finished and that someone was leading an ungainly blue towards them. Was that... Cheko? Yes, that was the strange, sweet boy who seemed to keep popping up. Although apparently it would be C'ko now. "Hey, Che-- C'ko," she greeted with a smile. Cryth attempted to take advantage of Lialla's distraction and try to devour a few more pieces of meat, but Lia wasn't fooled- just as the green neared the next piece, her hand whipped out and she drew her angular head to see her clutchsibling.
"I don't think so," she said decisively, her eyes lit with amusement as Lialla turned her attention back to C'ko. ButMineeeee.... she pleaded, earning a small chuckle. "Cryth, this is C'ko... it is C'ko now, right?" She had seen new riders change their names completely to accommodate the contraction, and wouldn't be surprised if the boy did it, as well. "And no... she's not sleepy. At all. Sadly."
Cryth was not at all fazed by the wishful tone in Hers' voice, as she was very well aware that Hers loved her. A lot. Instead, she turned to her clutchsibling. Hi. You look strange. I do too! We should be friends, she said cheerily, all too eager to make her first friend. Especially since Theirs seemed to know each other. That would be fun.
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Post by Mango on Jul 11, 2010 17:20:19 GMT -5
C'ko grinned at the hungry green. Oh yeah! He needed to feed Peth! He grabbed some meat from M'ma and sat down next to Lialla. "Yep! It's C'ko!" he said, the grin not leaving his face, "Hi Cryth! She's pretty, sleepyhead! Too bad she's not sleepy like you. You can't hunt felines together!"
A look of "oops" crossed his face. Zan hadn't mentioned that theory to Lialla, had he? Oh well. He'd just let her wonder. C'ko grinned as he fed the blue some meat. The dragonet snatched it and devoured it. He looked even more wher-like as he ate in a very uncouth manner. No civilized chewing for this blue.
He looked up form his meat to look at the green that spoke to him. Oh yes! His wanted them to meet, right? The green seemed so friendly! Even though she called him weird. It didn't matter if she thought he looked weird, though. She wanted to be friends! Joy filled his heart as his tail thumped the ground behind him and he devoured more meat.
Oh yes! I am Peth! And you don't look so weird. It looks like Ours might be friends already! Have you met Polo? I could not see him at first, but C'koMine showed me! Isn't that great? The blue chattered on, seeming more talkative than a green.
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 11, 2010 18:32:48 GMT -5
Well, at least he hadn't changed it to M'tran or something comparably odd. Growing up in a Weyr made Lialla consciously pleased when new weyrlings didn't go crazy with the ability to change their names. It just made things confusing for everyone around them. "I happen to think she's quite pretty, yes," she said with a fond stroke of her little green's eyeridges. She was... er... eye-catching.
At his next comment, her eyebrows rose to a drastic, slightly comical height. "Hunt felines?" she inquired "I was unaware that that I was going to hunt felines at all... care to explain?" The look on his face clearly showed that he hadn't meant to say that, which made her all the more curious. She often marveled at the things that came out of his mouth, but alright.
Peth's reponse made Cryth feel very happy. Her tail tapping quickly on the ground below her, she proclaimed, Good! You are my first friend, so you're my best friend! The green was ecstatic to have made a best friend so quickly. Finding Hers, her best friend, and this deliciousdelicious meat all in one day... she was doing quite well! Polo? Who's Polo? Can you introduce me??
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Post by Rouxy on Jul 11, 2010 18:48:30 GMT -5
The entirety of the hatching began on a high note for Zan, and it all seemed to go downhill from there. Not only had he watched several of the hatchlings wander past him to choose other partners, but his brother, his brother had impressed to a bronze! Of course the odds of Zan actually getting anything out of this whole venture had been slim, but even his abhorrent luck wasn't usually this bad. He watched Lanzalin lead his dragon happily off the sands with a deep and new sense of jealousy. He'd never been jealous of his little brother before... but now. Well, now he had a reason to try again. He couldn't let Lanz be the only rider, he'd regret it forever, and that wasn't even taking into account the ragging he'd get from him.
He refocused on the hatching as more eggs broke and more dragons moved to bond. That strange brown one seemed far too reluctant, but the green led him on and Zan lost sight of him near the females. His next conscious thought after glancing towards the blue romping in the sand was one of extreme pain as he was run into from behind by the lost brown hatchling, completely knocking the breath from him. He went down hard on his side, a sharp cracking pain in his forearm ringing through his head as he attempted to brace his fall. The brown finished running him over, digging furrows in his back with needle sharp claws. The candidate lay still on the sands, his forehead growing hot against the ground, his arm at an awkward angle.
What, what had just happened? It was too fast for Zan, and the boy tried to roll over in a daze, hissing in double pain as the heat of the bowl suddenly hit his back at the same time he shifted his arm. The feeling brought him back to reality with a jerk and he was aware again as things began to hurt in earnest. The blood drained from his face and he grimaced as his breath came back and he coughed deeply for a moment, his chest sore from the compression and lack of oxygen.
"Shards.." he muttered, tilting his head to the side enough to look down his left arm. The bone hadn't broken through his skin, but the odd lump where it was couldn't mean good things for him. Grunting in pain, he gradually levered himself into a vague sitting position, supporting his arm against his chest as he took slow breaths to try and keep the pain down. Where were the sharding healers?
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Post by Kira on Jul 11, 2010 20:07:11 GMT -5
Tess was gripping the rim of the tunnel with white knuckles. Every. Single. Instinct. That she had. Was screaming at her to go out there. There were people hurt. Some of them possibly badly. And they were on sand of all sharding things! If sand got in those wounds... She ignored that she got this way every time there was a Hatching injury through the handful of clutches she'd seen. And that they usually managed to get it in time that there were no infections. Usually.
But Fall, Fog, Fire, and the slivers of Faranth's Egg was she cursing the sodding tradition that said she wasn't allowed out there until every hatchling had Impressed.
As soon as the look of exultation crossed that last boy's face, she darted out with a medi-kit. A quick motion was made in the direction of the Weyrleaders, asking them to let Trith know she was entering her territory but not wasting the breath to shout it. She didn't know if Samhara would know what she meant, but K'roi should. She wasn't completely reckless, though, and did drop a quick, half-running curtsy to Trith. She hoped the queen would understand, and maybe even feel what was going on in the Healer's head. Much like Trith was protective of the eggs and hatchlings that weren't even hers, Tess was protective of every life in this Weyr. She had shouted down a dragon before to get to his injured rider - and had been heard.
Hazel eyes flicked around and a quick inventory was taken of the five that had been injured. The one that had Impressed was only scratched a little. He would need seeing to later, but it didn't seem urgent. Two girls had gotten clawed in the chest... They were standing up though, and not gushing blood, so unless it was internal then likely not any arteries hit. Ah, and one was Batavia.
"Batavia!" Tess called imperiously. She might not be a human-Healer, but she should at least know the difference between a fatal wound and the need for stitches. "Look over yourself and her," she motioned to Valee, "and let me know if it's serious!" Her mind was fully in Healer-mode and thus pushing back all emotional responses, so she didn't take into effect that Batavia might be upset for other reasons. She needed to work now, and quickly. If she was used to taking orders, then it was possible Tess might be able to direct her past that for now. "There are compresses here," she motioned to the kit-bag, "if you require them. If not, go to the assistants over there. Now."
The other two... One looked worse, but...she was pretty sure the other was worse off. "Stop rolling!" she barked out at Zanalorin. Quickly she darted to the girl first. Her hands worked in a flurry to take out some compresses and bandages to wrap the girl's legs. She was bleeding profusely and that needed stopping. "Listen to me, sweetling," she said soothingly, "I'm going to wrap your legs up really tightly, okay?" She moved to grab the first ankle, making sure that even if there was a struggle she'd have control. "It might hurt a bit worse for right now, but we need to stop the bleeding. I know it sounds silly, but I need you to do something important for me when I'm done." She began wrapping. "Are you listening? Okay, I need you to lie back and try to lift your legs up high. Others will be here with a stretcher. Just keep your legs up 'til then. Okay, lovey?" She finished off the second leg quickly, and pressed the girl's shoulder back. Even if she was in shock from blood loss, she should understand at least that.
The one bleeding out taken care of, Tess now turned to the one that could be problematic. That arm was definitely broken. She needed him back down in the infirmary before she set it, especially to check for any boneshards. And those gashes in his back now had sand in them. There was a part of her brain that wished for a moment that she was unladylike enough to know a swear that was worse than 'shards.' Kneeling at his side, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder so as not to spook him. "Listen to me. My name is Tess. I need to check your back. Try to keep your arm as still as possible. I know it hurts, honey, and this is going to hurt too, but I need your help right now, okay?" She'd learned from previous patients that letting them know that they could do something - something important - that helped the Healer healing them often would get a better response than simple ordering. Shifting a little to his back, she took a pair of shears from her kit and quickly sliced the tattered fabric before gently pulling it away. ...And having to bite her lip from gasping. These were bad. Stitches, and lots of them, at least; possibly surgery. Definite scarring.
And shard it, where were those strechers?!
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Post by Maykat on Jul 11, 2010 20:34:51 GMT -5
Batavia pressed her left hand to her stomach and let out a deep throated sigh at how much it hurt. "I'm fine enough," she said to Valee. She looked the girl over with a critical eye and decided she didn’t need immediate attention. Batavia pulled her hand away from her stomach, looking down at the trickling blood. “We’re okay, Tess,” she called to the healer, waving her away, before looking up at her fellow candidate. “What a way to end a hatching, huh?” She stayed close to Valee as they left the Sands, trying not to wince with every step. Batavia thought nothing, not even Threadscores, could hurt more than an abdomen wound. She didn’t realize how much she used her stomach muscles until they were hurt.
“Have one of the apprentices check out your scratches but if you need stitches wait for a journeyman,” she warned quietly as they left the sand and were approached by healers. “Apprentices are fine for washing out a wound but unless you like bumpy, crooked scars, stick to someone who knows what they’re doing.” Batavia remembered what her own stitches had looked like as apprentice and didn’t wish that on any woman. “See you at the Feast?” It was half a question, half a statement as she let herself be led off by a healer.
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Post by Rouxy on Jul 11, 2010 21:51:58 GMT -5
The hand on his shoulder again brought him back from the slight daze he'd fallen into, and Zan at once both jumped at the touch and gasped involuntarily as the muscles in his chest and back seized up. He refused the automatic reaction to turn around as his vision seemed to spin just enough to make him dizzy. Instead, he turned just his head to attempt his usual impetuous grin on the lady healer -Tess she'd said?- and nodded a bit.
"Be gentle with me." He jested, the effect worn thin by the grimace he pulled when she began cutting away the cloth at his back. Shards! The heat from the sands further abused his already aching back, and he let his head hang forward to let his hair hide his twisted features. No good letting anyone see him like this who could recognize the candidate. His arm was throbbing something fierce now, and all he wanted was a solid dose of numbweed to dull the pain. A sudden thought made him twitch. He hoped this wouldn't affect his swimming... the dolphins would be upset enough to see that he'd not be able to join them for a while.. if he couldn't slip out of the infirmary that is. His dazed mind already began running through escape scenarios which included the woman at his back as the main antagonist.
"Aaah!" he cried out as she pulled the pieces of cloth free of the wounds and he arched back a bit in reaction. "Sorry, sorry... that caught me by surprise..." he muttered with a shallow pant, returning to his drooped over position.
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