Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 13, 2010 22:29:51 GMT -5
The joys of the day weren’t such to override the lingering sorrow, resentment, fear, and concern, at least not to start. Too many unknown factors were troubling the pair, even as Dysiiliouth had settled himself neatly into a spot near Trith’s area, driven by a need to be close to her even knowing, especially because of that knowledge, that she’d leave as soon as the dragonets hatched and Impressed. The stubborn joy of hatchlings though, started the welcoming thrum in his throat, even as V’ton slid down to the ground, watching while leaning against the shoulder of his dragon, feeling the overwhelming sorrow mixed with fear and the strange lovingly welcoming lullaby hum of the dragons around them. Gaze on Trith, he swallowed, before glancing over the eggs, twitching below. The sight of what remained of the clutch was a poignant reminder of the enormous tasks awaiting them, and just how much rode on a healthy, well rounded clutch-and the birth of a golden queen.
Privately, though, he would admit to almost being relieved-no queen to protect made it somewhat easier to focus on the rest of the defenses-while perversely making it harder, since the Queen was the heart of the Weyr, and the strongest mind within, holding her dragons to standard and honor. He was torn, watching the candidates file in, and locked somewhat with Dysiiliouth’s sorrow as well over the events. Watching the young healer enter-wasn’t he a candidate?- V’ton frowned, then nodded to himself as he saw more candidates file in, even as the first eggs cracked. The sight of a bronze first, and so determined, brought back memories of his own Impression to Dysiiliouth, and both shared a moment to bask in the love from their bond, before smiling to see a brown, however…oddly colored…. And a green, whose movements and actions were adorable.
Glancing at the candidates again, V’ton found himself repeatedly looking over to Keiko, stubbornly hoping she did Impress rather strongly. The times spent with the young woman were a treasure to him, and he couldn’t help a fond smile in her direction. As he’d hoped on meeting her, they had grown closer slowly, more than just a tumble in the sack… no matter how fun. Now, though, if she was lucky enough to find a dragon… It would be a long year and a half. Shaking that thought away, he frowned as he watched more eggs start to move, noting that the hatching seemed to be occurring rather rapidly-and glanced down at Trith herself, feeling a wave of sorrow. Unfortunately, that meant he missed the first two limbs from the Earl Grey, but a sense of unease-that shell was thin, why was it causing so much trouble? Was it a dud?- made him focus more intently.
As he leaned forward, and counted the limbs, he briefly wondered if there were twins in the egg-before a start of alarm, almost a bark, from his dragon made him reel backwards. The sight of such a horrendous mutation chilled him worse than a trip Between ever would. Reeling mentally, he reached for Dysiiliouth, praying that Trith would intervene, despite it being one of her children, and froze as she attacked, suddenly fearful about the state of the other green, and the candidates in her path as he watched the drama unfold. Heart in throat, he watched with baited breath as she finally went Between, terror-stricken that yet more mutations or problems would arise now. And he and Dysiiliouth were in complete agreement on who to blame-the bronze of Silver Cove. Whether the damage was something directly from his genes, or caused by the stress he’d put Trith under, through the Flight and then her injuries which might have impeded the eggs formation, they felt that he was the fault-or theirs, for not getting to Trith in time to get rid of him
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Thorney
Dragonrider
Let's remove the space between me and you.
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Post by Thorney on Nov 14, 2010 23:27:43 GMT -5
Attention fully upon the clutch, Raelwyn's body jerked as she heard the croon of the queen, green eyes glancing up to watch the regal gold. She had settled back a bit, seeming to feel more at ease now and pleased with how the hatching was occurring. Smiling softly, the harper wished the best for Trith, though the knowledge of her ever-nearing departure was still raw in her mind. It was a heartbreaking thought, to know that the mighty dragoness would go between the instant the last hatchling Impressed, but the queen wanted to rejoin her rider, wanted to leave pern behind just as Samhara had. No one could begrudge her that, despite how miserable it seemed. Swallowing, brushing another tear off her cheek, the candidate glanced down as the Earl Grey Egg began moving, and the Oriental Spice Egg rocked strongly in place. However, it was the Chamomile Egg that broke first, revealing a lightly-hued blue. Smiling at the adorable hatchling, Raelwyn abruptly blinked as he merely yawned and curled up right where he stood, seeming content to stay there.
Forcing back a giggle, the harper raised her eyes, knowing that Trith would deal with this one just as she had the last. The gold quickly gave him a solid whack on his tail, though gently, and the Chamomile Blue finally stood, making his way off the sands with a slow walk and drooping wings. Raelwyn grinned as she watched him, clapping happily for Aidaen as she did. Another healthy hatchling bonded to his rider was a pleasant thing indeed. As the new bluepair left, the Oriental Spice Egg hatched quickly, bringing forth a strong brown who seemed to take great care for the smaller eggs about him. With a smile, the girl watched him, admiring his sleek hide and confident saunter. What a handsome dragonet he was! However, he seemed distracted by the Earl Grey Egg, and Raelwyn glanced over, gazing at the shell curiously. It seemed to be hatching now, and she quickly smiled, waiting to see what would hatch from this one.
Blinking, the girl began to wonder why the legs and wings seemed to be at such odd angles with each other, and she briefly hoped the little one inside wasn't twisted up in a way that would injure it. However, she quickly gasped as a fifth leg broke through, and as the shell fell away, Raelwyn let out a strangled cry, taking an involuntary step back as she viewed the misshapen hatchling. Hand flying to her throat in horror, the candidate felt her stomach turn at the site of the twisted green, pity and revulsion filling her at once. The harper felt compassionate sympathy for the poor, malformed dragonet, but she also knew that such an abomination could never live a true life. Her scream was piercing, and Raelwyn narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth to keep from retching at such a sight and sound. With a blink, the girl abruptly realized the Chai Egg had hatched, leaving a dark green dragonet on the sands, and right before the twisted Earl Grey hatchling. The candidate took a step forward without thinking, without even considering that she wasn't going to be of any help, but suddenly, the Oriental Spice Brown tackled the mad, twisted green, saving the Chai hatchling from any more attacks.
Trith's roar was loud and commanding, but the Earl Grey Green ignored her mother completely, instead making her way towards the candidates with madness in her eyes. In a flash, a memory resurfaced in Raelwyn's mind, a vision of a sweet little green leaving two deep, bloody gashes across her legs. The scars were still there. However, the misshapen hatchling did not near her, but instead several boys, leaving chaos in her wake. Yet, again, the Oriental Spice Brown was there, dragging her back and saving any more candidates from feeling her wrath. Finally, the green wailed her distress and went between, leaving the first black mark on the hatching. With a shaky sigh, the harper lowered her hand from her throat, trembling as she did. It was horrible...horrible to see what had happened with the Earl Grey Green, blaming it all on that filthy, disgusting bronze beast that had forced Trith. Whirling, the girl quickly looked at her fellow candidates, hoping they were not injured, as well as the Chai Green. The boys looked worse for the wear, as did the hatchling that had curled about Valee. Raelwyn shook her head and gazed worriedly at the small dragonet, deeply hoping that she wasn't hurt too badly and that her malformed sister had not done any permanent damage. She hoped the same for the boys that had tasted her fury. Shaking her head, the harper focused her attention back on the clutch, hoping nothing else that horrific occurred.
Abruptly, several keens began, and the girl blinked quickly, wondering what was wrong now. Searching frantically for the minds of her bronze and brown, Raelwyn felt tears prick her eyes as she was presented an image of dark bronze going between. She knew that dragon; had seen him nearly every day at candidate lessons. Felath. V'mio had died. Faranth...how much more would they have to endure? Shaking her head, the harper felt grief for his loss, having always respected the bronzerider. V'mio was a good candidate master and a good man, and she would miss him deeply. Blinking away the tears, Raelwyn forced her spine straight, standing rigidly and watching the eggs with dark eyes. This was supposed to be a happy day...couldn't they just have that?
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From his position at the edge of the sands, it was difficult for E'ric see everything occurring with the hatching. He could vaguely see another shell break, and the lightly-hued blue inside, but his attention was quickly focused on his own dragon as the bronze demanded more food. Quite politely, though, oddly enough, considering he was a hatchling that was supposed to be too ravenous to observe propriety. With a cool mental prod, Orith let his bonded know that he needed more meat, and the weyrling quickly complied, handing him a chunk of herdbeast. As the others arrived, he and his bronze glanced up, both boy and dragonet nodding his clutchsiblings and their bondeds. Unfortunately, as they did, they both missed the small girl running towards them at a quick pace. Abruptly, Orith swung his head back around from greeting Skeith to coolly grab another piece of meat, shifting slightly as he did, and put himself right in the path of the child. Letting out a small grunt as he was tackled with a hug, the bronze turned his sharp and clear eyes towards the small girl, watching her with a neutral expression.
Quirking a brow as Selene practically crashed against his bronze, E'ric allowed himself a small, bare smile, listening to her bright and cheerful voice with something akin to tenderness. An emotion that he would never display with any other, certainly. With smooth, easy actions, the boy reached down and picked the girl up, righting her on her feet and making sure that she wasn't hurt. He doubted his bronze was the softest thing ever. "Greetings, Selene." The now-weyrling said politely, his even, cool voice holding just the barest touch of warmth for the child. He did like her, despite his inability to display emotions very well. "His name is Orith, and we both wish to express our gratitude for your praise and well wishes." Eyes dark, E'ric glanced back at the hatching, then, hearing the gasps from the crowd, and instinctively grasped the girl before him, pulling her to him to shield her. Not to keep her from witnessing the events, but rather to have her close enough to protect should the mad green near them. "Malformed...logically, her hatching should not have occurred." He said, voice low and thoughtful.
Gazing at his sister with rapidly-whirling eyes, the blood-hued bronze moved forward and stood between the sands and his rider, glancing back at the child as he did. Clearly, he would protect her too, if need be. Her shell was too thin, my rider. This is the only logical explanation. Everything is comprehensible with wisdom. Orith replied evenly, his perfectly-articulated mindvoice not even wavering once at the horrors he witnessed. Occasionally, his body twitched as he watched the sands, small ticks jerking under the smooth, bronze hide. E'ric felt everything within him pulled toward the Earl Grey Green, wanting nothing more than to end her madness, but the Oriental Spice Brown was defending the clutch and the candidates from her, and the boy felt it was not his place to do so. He did not wish to upset Trith in her last moments of life. Finally, she went between, and things calmed once more. It had shaken them up a bit, to see such a misshapen hatchling, but neither rider nor dragon displayed their unease.
Instead, Orith returned his gaze to the girl and his rider, a twitch still occasionally racking his frame. It has been seen to. We should resume my feeding. With two calm, easy steps, the bronze returned to his former position, patiently waiting for more herdbeast.
Dutifully, E'ric released Selene, dark eyes wandering over her briefly. "Are you well?" He asked calmly, watching her for any signs of distress or fear as he picked up one more chunk of meat and fed it to Orith. As he did, the weyrling noticed the occasional twitches of his dragon, the bronze jerking at erratic intervals. Quirking a brow, the boy paused in his feeding. "Is there some significance to this action?" E'ric asked, black gaze darting over to make sure Selene was still well.
Tilting his head to the side, the bronze blinked as yet another tick caused his leg to twitch. It is quite involuntary, I assure you. He replied calmly, sitting easily on his haunches without complaint of no longer being fed. A result of genetics, no doubt. Concentration and training should handle it in a satisfactory manner. Turning his large, wedge-shaped head, the dragon then gazed squarely at Selene, doubting that she would be handling the hatching as well as his logic-ruled rider. Tell me your name, child. We have not been properly introduced. Orith said, even, perfectly-articulated mindvoice reaching both the girl and E'ric. He wanted to keep her busy, if possible, to help her deal with the trauma. However, as he did, he felt another of his brethren leave, and the bronze sent his rider the sad message. Another of Cerulean was gone.
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Still bouncing on the balls of her feet, Keiko waited impatiently for the next egg to hatch. The Earl Grey, the Oriental Spice...ANY of them would do! She just wanted to see more of the pretty babies. Finally, however, the Chamomile Egg seemed to give in and fall apart, displaying the softly-colored blue inside. With a little giggle, the girl couldn't help but 'aww' when she saw him, trying to keep from laughing when he merely curled up and refused to move. Sheesh, he was laaaaaaa-zee! Grinning, the candidate watched as Trith smacked him soundly with her tail, sending him on his way, albeit slowly and rather unenthusiastically, it appeared. The next to hatch, the Oriental Spice Egg, revealed a strong, strapping brown that made Keiko give a little sound of appreciation. He was a handsome one, for sure. He moved carefully around the other eggs, but displayed a rather haughty saunter as he made his way towards the candidates.
Eagerly awaiting to see who would Impress this striking guy, the girl stilled as she watched the Earl Grey Egg crack, the fifth leg causing her to give a little squeal of horror and edge a few steps away. The malformed hatchling quickly set upon another green, hatched from the Chai Egg, and the candidate felt her heart in her throat. The deformed hatchling had her pity, since Keiko knew that her confusion and terror wasn't her fault, but she still wanted the green gone. It wasn't natural, and it was scary, and she wasn't sure how long she could stand there and watch the mutated thing without puking her guts up. To see a proud dragon born like that...it wasn't something that she could really deal with well. Turning her head as the Oriental Spice Brown knocked her off the poor Chai Green, Keiko tried not to watch, only looking up again when she heard the wailing of the creature. She was gone.
Letting out a breath, the girl swallowed several times, glancing around to survey the damage. Several boys had been injured, and one lay on the ground, the brave brown standing over him. The Chai Green was curled around a girl, and Keiko bit her bottom lip worriedly at the ichor she saw. The candidate hoped no one had been fatally injured by the twisted green. Finally, the girl got herself under control and watched the eggs again, silently hoping that no more hatched deformed dragonets. They had seen enough, surely. Yet, their grief still wasn't over, it seemed, because keens were soon heard. Without a firelizard, Keiko had no idea what was going on, and so leaned over towards the white-faced girl next to her, the blonde standing rigidly straight and unmoving. "Like...what's wrong?" She whispered, grey eyes worried. When the other candidate replied, she felt like reeling. V'mio too?? It just wasn't fair!
With sad eyes, Keiko returned her gaze to the clutch, trying to ignore everything. Nothing else could happen. She didn't want to have to face any more! All the girl wanted was to see the rest of the babies healthy and happily Impressed, one preferably finding their partner in her. That was all she wanted.
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Rouxy
Cerulean Weyr Staff
Rouxy of the Jungle
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Post by Rouxy on Nov 15, 2010 10:05:06 GMT -5
Ha hah! He was on time, for once! A late lunch had caught him in the Main Hall when the call to gather came up, and Zan couldn't help the smug sense of satisfaction that filled him as he sauntered up the single set of stairs to the candidate’s quarters. It all left in a rush though as he passed a pile of rubble, leftovers from where one of the tunnels had collapsed under the onslaught. There was a mood-breaking thought. The attack had left so many wounded, and several dead. The ex-dolphineer had needed to make several trips -out- of the Hall and sands while the cleanup took place, just to breath air not tainted with the acrid smell of blood and death. He’d kept down his stomach, he was proud to say, even when shoveling the bloodied sand from the hatching grounds to replace it with clean beach sand.
Quickly changing into his candidate robes when he reached his shared quarters, he found Angel asleep in her favorite box of shiny objects, things he’d found for her to keep her occupied for brief periods of time, from shells, ribbons and beads to colorful rocks and small pieces of inexpensive jewelry. She always enjoyed rummaging through every single piece to see if he’d dropped in anything new for her, and even her wildly active and incredibly short attention span could be captured by the treasure box for a while as she dug through the trinkets. Deciding she was best left alone, for she would certainly follow him if he woke her, Zan very carefully placed a glass bead of a wonderful bright blue color right next to her nose where she’d see it when she woke. She was his bright spark, and nothing could make him upset for long when she was around, as he was hopelessly in love with the delightful little green and probably was spoiling her to an awful degree.
Happier at least to a degree, the candidate made it to the sands, glad to see that there was no evidence of the attack on the sands other than the noted absence of the Weyrwoman. He’d attempted to make up to the Weyr and the late Weyrwoman for his lapse in good judgment by throwing himself bodily into the cleanup and promising himself to his now acknowledged home. He wouldn’t ever allow indecision and weakness to make him pause again.
If anything good had come of the attack, it was a newfound friend in the person of Keiko, the girl who’d moved him to act. Adorable, flouncy little girl that she was, Zan couldn’t help but adore her. It was something similar to what he found absolutely charming in Angel, a propensity for mischief and different-ness overlaid with abounding energy. She’d practically clung to him since then, and he’d welcomed the unexpected attention, surprising even himself. He typically wasn’t for clingy females (or males for that matter) but it was more of a … little sister thing, and despite never actually having a little sister, he couldn’t bring himself to dislike it.
Waving to the girl even as she noticed him, he beamed a grin at her, then focused on the eggs that were beginning to move. A bronze popped out first, and he was suddenly excited, as he hadn’t been since his first hatching! It impressed, and then dragons began popping out all over the place! A startlingly dark brown, a minty green and more, all impressing without incident until the horrible mutant hatched from the largest egg on the sands. He found himself abruptly in its charging path, slammed solidly across the chest by a wing and staggering back as it passed in a flurry of mismatched limbs. It was only after it had betweened that he felt the sting of a cut on his cheek. Ouch. Holding a hand to his lungs, which ached with each breath now, he stepped back up to the line and continued waiting, now ready to move should another hatchling come charging his way. Seems he’d forgotten the most important thing about hatchings, that one should always be on their toes. He’d learned the lessons for the second time and wouldn’t let it be done again.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 15, 2010 21:00:01 GMT -5
Too caught up in her reaction to E’rics’ success and his partner, Selene found herself surprisingly colliding with a surface much harder than her intended target, and broader. A ‘whoomph’ of breath left her, and she lay there for a moment, half on Orith, blinking dazedly. Shaking her head clear it, the young girl steadied herself, then realized that her field of view was taken up rather completely by the dark, blood-hued hide in front of her. Despite the color, it wasn’t a memory trigger which made her pale and gasp, it was realizing she’d just tumbled headfirst into Orith. Staring up at his eyes with a rapidly-growing sheepish look, she flushed faintly. “Urm.. Sorry…” She half-coughed out, rubbing her chest with a hand before trying to pry herself off, lest she inadvertently offend the hatchling whose meal she’d interrupted. She knew very well that some dragonets would attack rather fiercly, and flushed at the lecture she knew she’d get later.
But Elric-E’ric now, had Impressed! That happiness had been an override for tradition, and she didn’t feel the least bit sad about it-as long as the dragonet forgave her. Glancing up from the bronze to the person she’d –meant- to hug, Selene grinned slightly, eyes brightening once more as she saw the small smile, knowing now how rare it was. And really, she had liked him from the start, because of that control. As he helped set her to rights, she smiled her thanks. “Sorry Elric-E’ric now? I guess I should watch where I’m running..” She muttered, an un-repentant gleam in her eye giving lie to the façade of feeling guilty over her breech of custom. In a moment, she was bouncing once more, nodding. “I’m sorry Orith, I was just so happy to see you two bond, I couldn’t wait!” She told him, before suddenly finding herself tugged behind E’ric, whose tension made her freeze.
Peering around him, she saw the mutated hatchling arrive with horror, and rocked backwards, barely seeing Orith move to defend E’ric, whom she knew had moved her to protect her himself. Arms sliding about herself, Selene trembled, feeling the overwhelming fear of the green surround her, tinged with an anger she couldn’t understand, and backed a shaking step away, eyes locked on the attacks before her on the sands. She was too stunned at the sight to be able to fight off the emotions, and felt bile rising in her throat as it finally went between. The shock of the fear and anger fading so abruptly, along with the sorrow of the death-and another joining it quickly, made her reel. Plunking down hard on the ground beside orith’s pail of meat, the girl wrapped her arms about herself, trying to fight off the nausea.
Why did this have to happen today? On a day already tainted? Shuddering, she slowly fought back the urge to hurl, especially when she heard the question. She nodded, shakily, and turned her gaze to Orith, focusing on him instead as she heard a question, head tilted. She saw a twitch, and frowned, a gentle curiosity in her eyes. Still, he wasn’t her dragon, and it wasn’t her place to ask. Rising to her feet again, Selene brushed off the dirt form her clothes, and wrinkled her nose at the smell of so much raw meat, though she understood the need as more people Impressed and brought their dragonets over to eat. Glancing about, and trying to tally what had hatched so far and who was left, the young girl froze, and then whipped her head around to stare at Orith again, eyes shining as she felt his voice in her head, so concise it startled her.
Staring in shock at having been addressed by a dragon, outside of Veneth on occasion, especially one so newly bonded, she lost the last fading traces of nausea and fear in delight. “I’m Selene! And you hatching and finding E’ric was the best birthday present ever!” She added, bouncing rather happily in place once more. “You’re beautiful, you know? Most bronzes are paler or splotchy.” She added, studying Orith intently, eyes twinkling. While it lasted, she was going to enjoy this, and was already noticing difference between Veneth and Orith in the tones in her head. Unable to contain it, she once more launched herself at E’ric, determined to get a proper hug in this time, before she was (likely) shooed away, since she could see some frowning Weyrfolk to one side. “I’m so~o happy for you!” She said, again, nestling into E’ric side for a second. “But I probably shouldn’t be here…” She admitted, sheepishly, with another glance at the people.
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Mango
Weyrling
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Post by Mango on Nov 15, 2010 23:34:43 GMT -5
The first on the Sands was a bronze! A good sign! And for Tazar, it was even more of a good sign. That was his bronze. It had to be. He was the most....no.... He watched as the bronze walked straight to another. Well, shard it. The bronze obviously had no taste and probably...just picked the first guy he saw.
He brushed a hand through his tight curls in minor annoyance as the bronze and His walked off. There would be another. A brown came out. Tazar wasn't interested. He didn't even pay minds to the others. Except for that horrid green. But it was hard not to when it ran up to him and attached, gashing his arm. The former Candidate for a Lord Holder position did not cry out loudly. He gave a grunt and reached for his arm, dripping it tightly and squinting in pain. No, he had to stay strong. For his bronze...
Ugh. Good thing it betweened. He would greatly pity the owner of that....thing.... Yes, it was better for the horrid creature. Especially since it attacked him.
Valee watched happily as some of the others Impressed. They all seemed so happy. She felt a sad twinge inside of her. What if.... No! There were many more eggs this time. One would be hers.
The Hatching was going well this time as well. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just cute babies that hatched and chose. That was...until the Earl Gray Egg hatched. Valee couldn't help but stare in horror. Was that....going to Impress someone? It began to shriek and run around. The girl covered her ears. She wished it would just clam down.
In the confusion, another green Hatched. However, it seemed to scare the....odd green even more and the mutated green attacked. It attacked the poor Chai Green and went off to attack a couple males. Including the one that had gotten extremely hurt at the last Hatching. Poor guy.
As she watched the mutation disappear forever, she felt someone bump into her. My sister tried to hurt me, my Valee... She was so scared... I didn’t mean to scare her! Why would she want to hurt your Iveth? the sweet voice sounded in Valee’s head. Wide eyes turned up to stare at her in sadness, and if dragons could cry they surely would have been pools of liquid.
Valee blinked once....twice...That sweet little voice in her head. That belonged to the little green curling up around her... I was so sad, at first, but now I’ve found you, so I am happy again. I am hurt, but it will all be okay, won’t it?
Of course...of course my love..... Valee assured her, kneeling down and returning the "hug". "Let's go....we need to get you fed....and fixed up..." she said with a grin, untangling herself from the green and the two happily walked off the Sands.
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Trith
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Post by Trith on Nov 16, 2010 0:27:29 GMT -5
Ignoring the reactions of the humans around her, Trith took a moment to just stare at the space where her mutated daughter had flashed between, marked only by a small divot of sand that had been taken with her. While a part of her was saddened at the loss of any of her children, she inherently understood the natural order of things. That one would never have been able to survive in this world, and in truth shouldn’t have hatched at all. The great gold had worried when she noted the thinness of the shell, but had been optimistic for the sake of her offspring. To have been simply a dud would probably have been a kinder fate for the poor green, but what was done was done. At least she suffered no longer, and she hadn’t caused too much damage to her clutchmates. Making a small sound of pity for the one that was lost, she turned her attention back to those who yet lived.
Other eggs were moving now, and it pleased the queen to take note of them. Only a couple had yet to show signs of life within, but there was time yet. They were taking things at their own pace, and that was fine for their mother. If they had all hatched at once, even she might not have been able to calm the chaos that would surely ensue.
The Darjeeling and Lemongrass Eggs quickly became the most active on the Sands, and it was a toss-up as to which would break shell first. Cracks spider-webbed across both shells, but in the end the Lemongrass Blue hatched first, the precarious cant of his egg causing him to fall right on the Darjeeling Egg and crumble its shell to dust. There was a squabble of dark, matching limbs for a moment as the prone Darjeeling Blue flailed in surprise, and then they were twisting around each other in a playful mock-fight. The tiny rumbles of laughter that echoed forth from the tangle of seemingly identical blues made it quite apparent that there was no malice in their awkward swipes.
Leaning down, Trith nudged them none-too-gently and gave a brief rumble of scolding to the pair, who froze and turned to stare at her with wide, innocent eyes. Taking notice of their giant mother - as well as the rest of those gathered around - the Lemongrass Blue sheepishly climbed off his brother and sat back. It took a few moments for the Darjeeling Blue to right himself, as being flat on his back had made his wings quite the hindrance in his efforts. Shaking the sand off themselves, they turned to give each other a withering glare, instantly blaming the other for making them look silly (and getting them in trouble with mom).
With a huff, they turned away from each other and started toward the Candidates as if the other didn’t exist. Those watching would then realize that it was almost impossible to figure out which dragon came from which egg. The eggs themselves had been almost identical, and the two blues in turn were exact mirror images of each other.
The Lemongrass Blue stalked his way evenly over to the males, his long limbs making his gait only slightly awkward. It didn’t take him long to select a boy, gently latching onto a piece of his robe with his beak and tugging. His name was announced as Drailth, and the pair quickly began making their way to the side-tunnels where there was food waiting.
There was a tiny bit more of a grumpy skulk to the Darjeeling Blue’s awkward gait as he neared the waiting lines, but he ended up having to stop. Eying the males for only a moment, his muzzle crinkled up in a perfect expression of ‘ew’, and he quickly turned to eye the waiting females instead. Head bouncing, he made a little noise as he passed over each one until his gaze finally came to the right one. Practically dancing over in delight, he ended up splashing quite a bit of sand up on some of the waiting girls. ...Oops, he broadcasted, blinking owlishly down at his feet for a second. But then he was back on track, turning to poke his nose into Keiko’s stomach. Oh hi! There you are, Keiko-love! I am Absinth, and we are going to have so much fun! In an attempt to nuzzle and curl up around her affectionately, he ended up knocking them both over and rumbling out a laugh. I need to work on that, I think, was quickly followed by a cute chittering noise that had quite the affect of a giggle.
Shaking her head, Trith retreated back to her perch, glad to see two more bonded. They were certain to be trouble...at least to each other. Strange movement caught her eye from the side of the eggs, and it quickly clicked into her mind as being human. With a snarl, she rounded on the foolish twoleg that dared to try to interfere with her clutch. The overly ambitious girl, having seen the egg she was certain held a gold begin to twitch, had threaded her way closer. When it hatched, she would be the first in its path, ready to intercept and claim the new queen! This, however, was not to be. Remembered fear over those who had stolen and rained blows upon her precious eggs - doubled with the excessive protectiveness over her golden daughter - had Trith striking forward with her whole frame, roaring and grabbing the young woman in her beak, shaking her furiously. A powerful swing coupled with her releasing the intruder sent the woman careening off to the side, skidding to a halt just shy of the wall. Her form was limp, and she bled, but it was impossible to tell from her position if she yet lived.
There was a moment of confusion for Trith, as she had heard a definite crack, but the human hadn’t actually hit the wall. Puzzling over it a moment, a wave of panic had her spinning around, realizing the noise was from behind her. In her haste to protect one egg, her tail had lashed out behind her and struck the small White Tea Egg against her couch. A noticeable crack stretched across its side, and it was fear that made the gold completely forget her previous ire. Crooning to it in both apology and love, she silently begged that she hadn’t damaged one of her own children.
It took a moment, but the previously still egg gave a small twitch, and a skittering could be heard within. Slowly, the egg finished cracking the rest of the way, falling away in pieces. Collective gasps were heard as the tiny dragon who weakly raised her nose trilled back at her mother, radiating soothing forgiveness, letting it be known that the tailflick was quickly forgiven. Trith showed surprise at the startling white shade of the dragonet before her, but was quick to drop her head and nuzzle her own nose to the small one upstretched toward her. Perhaps this one might not have hatched without the help, but she was here now and Trith would treasure her.
As silent shock filled the stadium, the white dragon worked at freeing herself from the last of her shell, pitching forward once her support was removed. When she lifted herself again, it was on thin, wobbly legs, and when she tried to make her way forward she quickly faltered and fell. Raising herself again, she made a few frustrating attempts to move forward, but she simply had too little strength in her limbs. Her will, though, was one of iron, and when she turned her rainbow eyes on the crowd the entire stadium felt the weight of her regard. There were several who gained her attention more than others, and she brushed gently against their minds as she searched for the one that was Hers.
I remember you. Oh, I know you. I felt you, didn’t I? You touched me and you spoke to me and I remember, she spoke with an overflowing love, unable to shield her mind to just a few just yet. Where is Mine? I can’t get to you! Please help me! I feel you there- please! she called with a heartbreaking sadness, centering on one little mind and willing her bonded to come. Her now-noticeable two tails wriggled helplessly on the Sands behind her, as she made another attempt to push forward. If only Hers would come, then maybe they’d have enough power to get her to sustenance! There was a leap in her big, draconic heart as she saw a small figure detach from the crowd, and quickly pushed all her love into the uncertain mind.
Amid her cries, another egg had begun to shake powerfully, and cracks rained down the sides of the Apple-Cinnamon Egg as it tilted toward the sweet white dragon, almost as if it were racing to lend its assistance to its helpless sister.
((The person who was called out knows who they are already OOC! Now’s the time!!! As interesting as it would be to give our tiniest baby assistance from anyone, let Hers come to her first, please!))
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Nov 16, 2010 9:08:35 GMT -5
Not exactly successful with her attempts at ignoring all of the pain around her, Keiko gazed stubbornly at the clutch, refusing to acknowledge how sad she was beginning to feel. Even Trith, the mighty gold, let out a small little sound of pity, saddened for the green mutation. That nearly made the girl lose it right there on the sands, but more eggs suddenly began to move, and she grabbed onto that like a lifeline, grey eyes glued to the rocking shells. It was the Darjeeling and Lemongrass Eggs, moving at once. Tilting her head to the side, the candidate tried to guess which would hatch first, but it was impossible to really tell. Abruptly, however, both eggs were gone, and in place of them were two blues that were playfully scrabbling against each other. Blinking once, Keiko suddenly giggled softly, watching them horse around right on the sands. They were adorable!
As Trith sent them on their way, the girl had to laugh again as they glared at each other, each obviously blaming the other for being scolded. Amazingly, though, they were….identical, but opposite! Keiko’s eyes widened as she stared at the two handsome blues, the perfect mirror images of each other, and watched in awe as one of them chose his partner quickly and walked off the sands. The other blue, however, glanced at the male candidates for only a moment before wrinkling up his muzzle in distaste and then promptly turned his attention to the girls. Wait a sec…he wanted to Impress to a chick?? Keiko felt a huge grin upon her lips, and she watched the adorable dragonet gaze at each of the females, then abruptly move forward, almost dancing. The girl couldn’t help but giggle as he tossed sand up on quite a few of her fellow candidates, the word Oops echoing in her head promptly after. It was official. This guy was cuuuuuuute!
Watching him turn, the girl then suddenly gasped, unable to really comprehend what was happening. The gorgeous blue had poked his nose against her stomach, and when her eyes met his, they were whirling a rainbow of color, and his consciousness slid over hers smoothly, merging them into one. She…she had Impressed! At his words, Keiko let out a bright laugh, feeling so much love and joy in her heart she couldn’t stop herself from crying. “Of course we are, baby.” She said, wiping tears off her cheeks as she did. The girl had never imagined that she would bond to such a perfect, wonderful creature as her Absinth. However, as he tried to curl around her, he merely ended up knocking them both onto the hot sands, a tangle of human and dragon limbs. As her blue laughed, the weyrling did too, using their position to loop her arms around the dragonet’s neck in an affectionate hug. “We will work on that, Abby-love.” She grinned, hugging him gently.
Finally, the two managed to right themselves with many giggles and silly flailing motions, and they began to walk off the sands. That is, until they heard the mighty queen’s roar, and both rider and dragon whirled, eyes widening as Trith slung the girl viciously, sending her flying towards the wall. Keiko flinched as she landed, bleeding, and quickly turned, the sight of blood making her stomach turn. It always did. Shaking his head and snorting, Absinth backed a few steps away. Whoa…mum can be scaaaaar-ree! He said, then abruptly realized His had just turned nearly green and was clamping her hand over her mouth. Keiko-love? What’s wrong? The blue asked, nosing her arm gently.
Closing her eyes for a moment, the weyrling swallowed several times before she finally managed to push her bile down. Taking her hand off her mouth, the girl gave her dragon a weak smile. “I always get sick at the sight of…blood.” She ground out, teeth clenched as she did. Finally, Keiko managed to straighten enough to walk off the sands, heading towards the meat buckets.
Whoooo, food! Absinth trumpeted happily, racing forward in a rather gawky fashion. He obviously wasn’t the most graceful thing just yet.
As they neared the food, Keiko suddenly felt her stomach doing summersaults again. Uuuuuugh, raw meat? Well…at least most of the blood was gone, though not all, the girl gazed pleadingly at one of the nearby riders. “Um…could you, like, put one of those buckets on the ground for me? I totally don’t think I could lift it.” The rider shot her a somewhat irritated look, but did as she asked, sitting the pail down a bit away from the main table. At least she didn’t have to stare at the rest of it while she fed her wonderful, perfect Absinth. “Now…don’t overdo it, Abby-baby. Too much food will make you sick, sweety.” With a quick, chittering giggle, the blue acknowledged her words before grabbing the first piece of meat hungrily, gulping it down so fast it was hard to believe he had even taken the time to chew. With a bright laugh, Keiko felt to the side of her and reached into the meatpail, not even glancing over to see it. She didn’t have to actually look at it just to feed her dragon. As they settled, the girl could hear the gasps from the sands, and twisted, trying to see what was happening. She could just barely make out the new hatchling trying to break it’s shell, but couldn’t tell what color it was. “What’s everyone’s problem?” The girl asked, lifting a red brow.
Without even glancing up, her blue rumbled lowly, gulping down another piece of meat as he replied. My white sister. Absinth laughed, tail lashing in amusement. I think she’s freaked everyone out.
What a sec?? White!? Blinking, Keiko leaned over, grey eyes widening as she indeed caught sight of pale, pale hide, colorless in the afternoon sun. The dragonet spoke, then, her heartbreaking voice echoing in the blueweyrling’s mind, and the girl felt her heart wrench at the sound. The white tried to move forward, but could not, and Keiko wanted nothing more than to race out and help her. But, it wasn’t her place, it wasn’t her destiny. She had already found her lifemate in her perfect, amazing Absinth, and no one would ever be more a part of her heart than he. Yet, she hoped the white’s chosen approached soon! It was heartbreaking to watch.
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Post by Mango on Nov 16, 2010 14:19:59 GMT -5
A tiny form watched from the crowd. She wasn't supposed to be there. No, she was supposed to have stayed in the Lower Caverns. It was much too dangerous to be here. Well, that's what everyone said at least. But she loved the dragons. She loved watching them hatch and find the ones that they treasured the most. How she wanted one. Her father said no, though. And she often could not stand to disappoint her father. He had already been through so much.
But she had disobeyed. Her curiosity had been too much. She had snuck out one night to see the clutch.Trith had been sleeping and she saw no one else around. Anyways, she just had wanted to look. The tiny girl had peered in. One egg, the White Tea Egg, had been shining in the moonlight. It had called to her with its beauty. She had tip-toed onto the Sands. She had to touch it once. She gently put a hand on it, feeling the warmth.
She talked to it quietly, whispering how it would find the one who loved it most very soon. She hadn't been able to stay long. Trith was not a Queen to mess with. But now...this...white...was here. And....was it calling her?
The girl stood to full height, which wasn't very tall as she was only twelve, and squinted into the distance. The poor thing couldn't move. And....she wanted...her right? She hesitated for only a moment then jumped from the crowd of drudges onto the Sands. She ran torwards the helpless white, brownish braids flying out behind her.
In the upper stands, she heard it. It was the voice of her father, U'ar. He didn't sound happy. "Mu! Mu, get off the Sands." Odyth gave an agitated roar, but held His back from going after her.It is too late.... he told him gently. The two were already bonded and unless he wanted Mu to suffer from then on, he would let it happen. Mu was stronger than he thought.
Mu didn't even look back, she rushed to the two-tailed white. Oh MuMine! Your Trivaruth is so glad you came she said, her mental voice full of such love, Mu couldn't stop tears from springing to her eyes.
"Come on Trivaruth..." Mu squeaked threw her tears, gently grabbing the delicate white around the middle and trying to lift. The very thin girl's whispy arms soon gave out. The two would definitely have to work together to get off the Sands. But Mu wasn't going to let Trivaruth stay here and die. She would care for the lovely creature until it was healthy and strong. Whites rarely hatched and were expected to die.... but Mu would not let that happen.
Trivaruth cried out gently, trying to push herself forward on her weak legs. With Mu's assistance, the two slowly moved forward. Though they were not getting extremely far on their own. Their love and will were strong, though. No matter what, Mu was going to get the white off the Sands and let her feed and feed until she was satisfied and grew strong. And then Mu would grow strong.
U'ar simply had to watch his young daughter with her new, weak, dragon. Odyth would not let him interfere. Though the brown loved the girl, Trith would not allow the interference he was sure. The white and the girl needed to grow strong together, but mostly on their own.
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Post by Trith on Nov 18, 2010 15:38:43 GMT -5
In the midst of Mu uniting with Trivaruth, the Apple-Cinnamon Egg’s efforts paid off, the brightly-colored shell sloughing off as the dragonet within raised its powerful wings. Giving a small shake from head to tail, the Apple-Cinnamon Bronze quickly looked around at his surroundings. Noticing his feeble white sister, and having heard her desperate cries, he forewent his own hunger to move and lend himself as something for her to lean her weight against. He gave her an encouraging croon of affection, and hovered one of his sturdy wings over the whitepair both in protectiveness and to add a counterweight to balance himself even with Trivaruth leaning against him. He felt his stomach rumble and he eyed the pails with longing when they finally neared the feeding area, but there was something else pulling him even stronger than his hunger.
Reluctantly turning away now that his task was done and his littlest sister was in the clear, he made his own wobbly way back toward the line of boys. When he had to spread his wings and concentrate on his steps to keep his balance now, it became apparent that there was a small issue with his claws. The digits were all a mite longer than usual – except for the center one, which seemed to be missing half of it, on each paw. Head down to watch his feet, he didn’t realize that he had wobbled and veered back toward the eggs once again. It was only the sound of furious cracking that made him pause and look up, blinking owlishly as he realized where he was again.
The Oolong Egg had begun its laborious task of hatching, and cracks formed quickly down its sides. The egg almost seemed to jump in place as several hard strikes battered at its very top. Finally, the tip broke, scattering small spans of eggshell everywhere. One landed on the Apple-Cinnamon Bronze’s nose, and he spent a few moments shaking his head and snorting and trying to brush the sticky egg-bit off of his snout. Simultaneously, a pair of neon green claws clutched at the hole in the egg and began quickly breaking pieces off. When the shell was about halfway gone, the dragonet within took a small break to spread her pretty wings, as if to announce that, yes, she had finally arrived, and you could rest assured now. A soft sap green covered the majority of her hide, with a bright neon green accenting the finer points of her frame in startling slashes of color, and she was certainly very pretty indeed.
With a sigh of distaste, she glared down at the other half of her shell that was still impeding her from bestowing her amazing presence in full. About that time, the Apple-Cinnamon Bronze had finally freed himself of the sticky egg-bit and tentatively reached over to help break away another piece of shell. Blinking at him in surprise, the Oolong Green went instantly coy, no longer showing her dread at having to finish off the egg. When she was finally free, she gave her helper a delighted trill, rubbing up against his neck happily.
Turning back toward the boys again, the Apple-Cinnamon Bronze lifted one wing in invitation for the pretty green to lean against him as they made their way. This time, he was amusingly able to balance better once again, and they were both able to focus on making their way over to the boys. Once there, the Apple-Cinnamon Bronze gave a small bob of his head to the delightful lady, and turned to search for his. The Oolong Green gave him a flirtatious little brush of her tail in thanks, showing off the interesting formation of it – starting as one tail at the base, but instead of running down to a small fork, the fork reached about two-fifths of the way up her tail – as she sat back to watch.
Realizing that His wasn’t right in front of him, the Apple-Cinnamon Bronze quickly turned to his left to search once more…and knocked down another boy with his swinging tail. Surprised, he made to quickly turn again to help that one up, but ended up knocking two more down with his wings and tail. After a time or three of spinning mostly in place trying to simultaneously help up those he knocked over and knocking down more, the bronze was starting to droop in obvious frustration. He was just too big! Finally, he spotted one of the boys who had been knocked down, and quickly moved to just bury his muzzle against the boy’s robe. This isn’t working quite like I’d hoped, Mine, he intoned sheepishly, not quite able to keep it from reaching the others present. The Impression made, the boy announced him with a whoop as Mneketh and apologized with a delighted laugh to the others. Mneketh let out a happy bugle as, leaning against his new partner, they finally made their way back over to the food.
Thoroughly amused by the chaos caused by the wobbly bronze, the Oolong Green had patiently sat there, rumbling with quiet laughter. Now that the other was gone and the boys were once again standing up and brushing themselves off, she narrowed her eyes and took scrutinizing stock of those assembled. Marching back up and down the line – not much more gracefully than he clutchsibling, knocking a few down on her own as she climbed over them – she finally plopped herself down in front of one male. Looking him up and down in an even more judging manner, she finally nodded and leaned forward to brush her snout against his side. You’ll do, was the short response, sure to ruffle the feathers of her new bonded. Honestly, Zanalorin, don’t you know we’re worth ten of them on a bad day? And good day? No comparison. Now come on, I am hungry and you need to feed me. With a little flounce, she turned and took off toward the feeding tunnels, seemingly heedless of whether Hers followed or not.
In the background, another egg had progressed through a gentle rocking to crack all down its sides. The shards fell away, an in their place was an adorable little brightly-colored blue. Perking up at the sights around him as the last of his shell fell away, the Five Fairy Flower Blue gave a happy chirp to the general assembly. Shaking off the last of the egg goop covering him, he took off with a bouncy stride to one end of the Candidates. Threading his way through the boys much more easily than the previous two, he stopped for a moment in confusion when he got to the end. Blinking and shrugging, he then started in on the girls, chirping at those who reached out to touch him happily. …But then he got to the end of them as well.
Thoroughly confused, he spun around and made his bouncy way back along the line…to the end. Huffing once, he sat there with his small tail tapping against the sand, obviously trying to puzzle out this conundrum. Giving a resolute nod, he set himself back on track to thread through the lines again, pausing longer this time to nudge and sniff at each Candidate. When he reached the end of the girls this time, though, he noticed something off to the side. Stepping carefully over, the curious little blue approached the prone girl off to the side, nosing her gently. She seemed to actually be breathing, but the blue still looked stricken. Curling up on himself and half on the prone form, he gave a tiny little keen. Whimpering, he nosed the girl a few times, her broken frame offering no response. Giving another much louder keen, the little blue curled in tighter around His, winking them both between in a puff of cold air.
The general consensus of the stadium was shock. Worse even than a dragonet not being able to find theirs, but for a dragonet to find that theirs had been mortally injured on the sands themselves… A stricken Trith let out a desperate keen, responsibility for the death of her son’s bonded heavy on her shoulders. In protection of one child, she really had doomed another, it seemed. Silence fell as Trith’s keening finally quieted, the day not able to stay untainted by sorrow. The mutated green, the death of one of their mighty bronzes and his Rider, the almost-disaster with Trivaruth, and now...now one had made his way between in devastation.
In the mourning silence that permeated the area, the blow that echoed next seemed surreally loud. Again it sounded, shaking people from their melancholy to eye the Sands warily once again. Again and again and again it sounded, the last powerful strike finally causing a series of cracks down the side of the Jasmine Egg. Trith fidgeted on her couch, now riveted on the next egg to hatch. If any had doubts about what the egg held, that alone wiped them away. Now the egg was cracking all over, pushed and prodded and bulging here and there. Breaths were held as people awaited the hatching of their true new hope, moved to the edges of their seats. Though their sadness was not forgotten, this was what they had needed to draw forth their hearts again.
With one final blow, the shards of the beautiful egg fell away, and the dragonet uncurled herself to stand at her full height. Spreading her wings as they shone in the bright afternoon light, she stood there majestic and proud, golden hide sparkling brilliantly as she simply reveled in the freedom and the warmth of Rukbat’s rays. There was a delicate air about her, belied only by the powerful bearing of her large form. When her moment of triumph receded, the reddish-gold turned to solemnly face her great mother, bowing her head in graceful honor, as if to say that she would do her proud. Nuzzling one of the elder gold’s forelegs in affection and comfort, she then turned resolutely to face the line.
Almost in contrast to the majestic and solemn bearing of before, her stride had a bit of a sprightly skip to it as she pranced over to the girls, weaving into them with an air of caution yet still managing to knock a few over with her sheer size. Brushing against all of the remaining female Candidates in a friendly manner, she turned to half-stand over a fallen Raelwyn, regarding her face with calm yet whirling rainbow eyes. Your Ellenath is finally here now, my lovely, she announced in her mirthful, lilting mindvoice, faceted eyes twinkling in good cheer. We will prove ourselves worthy to ours, she said with a hint of steel, somehow conveying that she meant the whole of their Weyr – dragons and humans and flits and whers alike – …in good time. For now, however, I seem to have knocked down a few of your sisters; will you help them up? Then, with a quirk of her head, she added as an afterthought, Quickly, if you please; I’m also quite famished.
And with that, the new queen of Cerulean moved back gently to allow Hers to assist the fallen, waiting patiently but with desperate hunger to be led to where she could smell the meat sitting. As Trith straightened once more in pride at her gentle daughter, she caught notice that the last of the eggs had begun to move. The Green Tea Egg was given a few stifled shakes, cracks forming along the shell as it did so, while the Pekoe Egg started to rock steadily. The Mint Egg had developed an odd wobble to it, almost as if its insides were spinning around unsteadily within it.
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Nov 20, 2010 0:31:04 GMT -5
As the two rambunctious blues Impressed, one to a boy and one to a girl, Raelwyn couldn't help but smile at their antics and their adorable expressions, despite the tragedies of the day. So many sad things had happened, but good things had occurred as well, and the harper tried to focus on the more positive notes. Healthy dragonets had hatched and bonded, and that was well. Green eyes focused upon the clutch, the girl did not notice the other moving until Trith snarled, and darted forward towards the edge of the eggs. Blinking, the candidate then noticed another girl had moved towards a gold-hued shell, no doubt an ambitious one intent upon claiming the new queen, but with the events of the Touching not easily forgotten...Trith was not aware of her intentions, and instead had acted upon fear and instinct. Raelwyn flinched as the woman was thrown to the side, her body crumpled and bleeding upon the edge of the sands. She wanted to help the fallen candidate, but knew that any move now would be unwise, especially with their queen in her current mindset. Anything could set her off, and the healers were not allowed on the sands until the hatching was over.
Swallowing, the harper felt both pity and irritation for the woman. Surely she had known better than the temp Trith's ire, now of all times, but still...Raelwyn felt sorry for her, wishing that she had not been hurt. However, the sound of breaking drew the harper's attention, and her gaze followed the mighty gold's, seeing the White Tea Egg broken by her mother's tail. When the dragonet within moved, the rest of the shell falling away, she gasped, eyes widening a she gazed at the little white. There had not been such a dragon since Ruth, and his egg had been force-hatched as well. For a moment, the harper almost forgot to breath she was so anxious for the hatchling, the little one obviously frail and unable to move on her own. The girl's heart lurched as she observed the struggles the little white made, but she knew better than to rush forward to do anything without permission. One had already tried that, and Trith was not exceedingly forgiving right now.
The voice that echoed in her mind was heart-wrenching, and Raelwyn gazed back at the white, wondering who it was this lovely creature had chosen. Her mindvoice was something beautiful, full of love and yet so much sadness, and the harper hoped to see her grow strong and healthy. Finally, a young girl darted onto the sands to aid the youngling, and the candidate clapped happily, glad to see the strong, mighty Apple-Cinnamon Bronze help them off the sands. That was sweet of him, the girl reflected, watching him as he wobbled and moved crookedly back towards the clutch. Yet, he soon found aid with the Oolong Green, though Raelwyn had to press her hand against her mouth to keep from laughing as the bronze comically turned this way and that among the boys, accidentally knocking several of them down. Yet he finally found his, as did the green, and the harper smiled, clapping loudly for them enthusiastically. More hatchlings bonded without incident lifted her spirits quite a bite.
As the adorable blue moved among them, Raelwyn smiled at his happy step, her fingers reaching for him slightly as he passed, barely ghosting along his bright hide. He chirped happily at them, but he soon reached the end of the line, and the harper felt her heart clench. Oh no...not him, not this adorable little blue who was so full of life! He went again, with the same results, and the girl bit her bottom lip as he seemed to nod to himself and start again, this time inspecting each candidate before moving on. However, the blue again reached the end of the line without bonding, and Raelwyn felt a tear roll down her cheek. He wasn't going to find His. Abruptly, however, the dragonet turned, seeing the crumpled girl at the edge of the sands, and stepped towards her, nosing her form. His little keen ripped through the harper like a hot knife, and as he disappeared between with the girl, she felt herself crying. Bowing her head slightly, the candidate tried to compose herself, forcing the tears to stop. She loved dragons dearly, and to be witness to what had just occurred...it was almost too much.
However, the next sound, undeniably loud in the quiet that had settled across the hatching sands, was a strike against the shell of an egg, and Raelwyn glanced up to see cracks spreading over the Jasmine Egg. Trith's attentiveness to this particular one was evidence of which color lay inside, and the harper straightened, watching silently, trying to keep herself focused on the hatching. So many sad things had left a black mark upon the hatching...but oh, it would be too cruel if a terrible fate fell upon Trith's golden daughter as well. Silently begging for the little queen to be whole and healthy, the candidate smiled as the Jasmine Egg fell away, awed by the beautiful hatchling that stood before them. She was majestic and lovely, her hide glistening in the light and her bearing undeniably regal and calm. Raelwyn felt a lump in her throat as the little queen turned and bowed to her mother, affectionately rubbing against Trith before moving off. It was both a greeting...and a farewell.
She moved forward then, prancing with a rather lively step as she approached the girls. Moving among them, the young queen seemed to try to abstain from hurting any of them, but was unable to avoid knocking a few down, including Raelwyn herself. With an 'oomph!', the harper fell back onto the sands, the air whooshing out of her as she landed heavily. Giving a little laugh, the candidate shook her head, vaguely remembering being in the same position last time, only then it was because Tess had told her to do so. However, before the girl could stand, she abruptly realized the gold was standing over her, and her emerald gaze widened as she met the dragonet's whirling regard. In that moment, the world seemed to stop. Raelwyn forgot to breath. She forgot to blink. She forgot everything as something miraculous occurred. An overwhelming emotion flooded through the girl's entire body, a whole other consciousness enveloping her own in a comforting embrace. Suddenly, she found herself to be only half a soul, before she was immediately completed by her wonderful, amazing Ellenath.
"Ellenath..." She whispered, raising one hand to touch the beautiful gold's nose. "Am I dreaming?" The harper asked breathlessly, so afraid that she would suddenly wake up and find out none of this was real. And oh, how much she wanted it to be real.
With a little trilling croon, reminiscent of a laugh, the queen shook her head gently. Of course not, my lovely. She replied in that lilting, lovely mindvoice. You are very much awake, and you belong to your Ellenath now. And we are going to prove ourselves, my love. Yet, until then, I truly am rather hungry. Would you be so kind as to help your sisters up so that we may eat?
It was then a brilliant, bright smile curved the harper's lips, and she laughed again. "For you, my Ellenath, anything!" She was rewarded for her words by a rush of sweet affection, her gold brushing her mind warmly. Raelwyn wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. The girl had been a candidate for over four turns now, standing at hatching after hatching and always left alone afterwards. Understandably, she had begun to wonder if she was even worthy to Impress some day, never finding her partner no matter how many times she tried. Yet, all of that disappointment, uncertainty, and heartbreak was worth it...more than worth it now. Rael had found her chosen, her bonded, her dragon, in the amazing, perfect golden Ellenath. Still smiling, the harper stood as the queen stepped back, and quickly bent towards the nearest fallen girl, apologizing while helping to pull her to her feet. After all of the other candidates were standing and well, Raelwyn turned and placed her hands on her dragon's chin, leaning in to kiss her golden hide. "Come, my love Ellie. Let's get you fed."
There's a good girl, my lovely. The young queen said, her lilting voice sounding smoothly through Raelwyn's mind. Again, the girl smiled, feeling so much love for her dragon that she thought she would burst. It was amazing, beyond anything the harper had ever dreamed it would be. Together, the new queen and her rider stepped lightly off the sands, Ellenath turning her head towards Trith one last time before she was gone. Goodbye, mother. She said softly, sending the elder gold a rush of affection and comfort. Then, she and Rael approached the meat pails, only to pause when two small figures burst from between before them. Blinking, the gold tilted her head to the side, observing the firelizards with interest. Tydus immediately crooned at the dragoness, pleased to see that Hisgirl had bonded to a queen. Oh, how he adored the golds! Cloud, however, settled on Raelwyn's shoulder, gazing at the hatchling with disinterest. He was rather apathetic towards her, quite opposite to the bronze's immediate adoration. Cute pets, my lovely, but I'm afraid introductions will have to wait.
Holding out her hand, the weyrling gathered Tydus in one arm, glancing up at her brown to make sure he would stay put on her shoulder. "Of course, my love, you have to eat." Quickly striding forward, her queen prancing beside her, Raelwyn grabbed a pail of meat, sending her bronze to rest on her opposite shoulder so she could use both hands to lift it. Finally seated, the girl slowly fed Ellenath, the gold chewing delicately though she was ravenous. Her two firelizards cheeped softly, little necks stretching out as far as they could towards the food. Glancing up, the queen gave a soft, warning hiss, letting them know she wasn't sharing at the moment. Tydus pulled back apologetically, giving a small sound of repentance, but Cloud stared at her with baleful eyes, clearly insulted. Smiling to herself, Raelwyn ran her hand down Ellenath's neck as the gold ate, still trying to come to terms with what had happened. She had Impressed!
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Mango
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Post by Mango on Nov 22, 2010 17:33:05 GMT -5
Trivaruth squawked in surprise as she felt the bulk of her bronze brother support her. Yes, he was strong. He would help them. Happy, swirling eyes looked from the Apple-Cinnamon Bronze to Mu as the two of them got her to the feeding area much more quickly than the white pair could ever do.
Thank you,my brother! Trivaruth will repay you when she is stronger. the sweet white crooned to the bronze as he wobbled off to help his green sister to the boys.
She then turned to Mu, who had not yet stopped to rest and was running to get meat for her darling new love. Mine! Isn't my brother so nice? She asked, eagerly accepting the bowl of meat that Hers offered.
"Yes, yes," the young girl cooed, not a single person or dragon running through her mind at the moment except for hers. "Now, eat. Your nice brother can't always help us. We have to get you strong."
Trivaruth agreed and heartily dug into the meat, careful to chose the pieces small enough for her. She would grow strong for Hers.
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Tazar was getting anxious. The eggs were all Hatching. Where was his bronze? A white hatched. Ugh, what a weakling. Why didn't it just get up if it wanted it's Mine so badly. In the middle of his contempt, one of the desired colors burst forth. Yes, a bronze! Surely, that was his...
What wa sit doing? It should be coming to him, not helping that white and it's girl. Well, maybe it saw potential in them. Maybe it was just a ladies man. Then...why was that green impressing a boy...... Tazar shuddered at the thought. Certainly not. He crossed his arms and mentally shook his head. And soon, he felt a whap of a tail in his stomach and a burning on his butt.
He coughed, allowing air to rush into his lungs. That bronze...what was it doing? The fool. He ducked again as the tail swung around again. Then the bronze walked off the Sands with his chosen boy. Ha, good riddance. Like he needed such a weird, wobbly bronze. As he stood back up, trying to gingerly get sand out of his previous wound, he oticed the Queen hatching. She quickly chose a girl. Tazar smirked. She was pretty. Very pretty. Yes, this new Goldrider would make the perfect weyrmate. A determined glint came into his eye. It was decided. One of the unhatched eggs was his bronze that would one day catch that Gold. Ad together, he and Raelwyn would rule the Weyr!
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Trith
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Goldie McGolderson
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Post by Trith on Nov 23, 2010 4:37:57 GMT -5
Amid the cheers that echoed through the stadium at the dawning of their new hope in the large, delicate gold, the other eggs had not been idle. Under the gaze of their mother, they rocked with purpose, ready to start their own time in the world with their chosen ones. The Green Tea Egg was accumulating cracks in increments, almost as if it was difficult for it to rock about. While the Mint Egg was definitely the most active, it had yet to show even a single crack. The Pekoe Egg, however, was steadily starting to break apart. Great cracks soon covered its evenly rocking frame to the point where it was a surprise the shell did not simply fall away.
There was a pause in the movement, and then the egg stretched with the power of the sigh of the dragonet within. A wriggle, and then one shard fell away, obviously prodded by the single blue claw extended behind it. Shard after shard fell away similarly, each poked with just enough force to knock it away. Finally, enough had been knocked away that the remainder of the egg simply fell away, revealing a rather bored looking blue. Slowly he uncurled from himself, giving a slight stretch to all of his muscles and a tiny shake to rid him of the last of the itchy little bits of shell.
Sitting back, the Pekoe Blue gave a careful yawn before turning a baleful stare on the whole of the stadium. Scowling, he heaved another great sigh, as if to say just what he thought of this nonce. Without any more hesitation, he simply got up and headed straight for the boys. It was quite clear from his lack of wavering that he already knew exactly where he was going. Shoving past the remaining group of boys even as some were just finally picking themselves up from the antics of his bronze brother, he paid them little mind as many fell back down again. Finally he paused long enough to nudge one boy in the chest hard. You. I am Flith, and you are Mine. Now, I am hungry. Where is there food? he demanded in a tone that somehow seemed both grumpy and bored. As soon as he was given direction from his new bonded, Flith turned and made his way there with an apathetic air – leaving the boy to blink once before raising his brows and grinning in amusement, then quickly following behind with a salute to his remaining fellows.
As the new bluepair made their way off the Sands, the Green Tea Egg finally gave its last shudder, the splintered remains of the eggshell finally sloughing away. Carefully unfolding himself, the Green Tea Brown quickly revealed himself to be rather massive. Though his egg had been of middling-large size, it would seem that he had been quite cooped up and folded in on himself inside of it. Once unfolded, he began a series of stretches to work out all the kinks he’d accumulated during his time in the egg, the slight annoyance finally removed.
As he finished his stretching, he sat back and took a look at the shards of the egg that had confined him, two tails thumping the ground behind him patiently. He gave a quick little shrug to himself, as if saying ‘what can ya do?’ Turning to give a quick nod of respect to his mother, he picked himself up and trundled over to the Candidates. There was a moment of wonder as he quizzically looked between the two groups…before heading toward the females. Some instinct told him that it was more normal to have headed in the other direction, but he felt pulled this way instead. And he was okay with that, just a mite confused.
Cocking his head to stare at the majority of the tiny females before him, he was doubly confused. Well, those fragile little things wouldn’t be able to handle him, so what- ah. Brightening as he finally saw a much sturdier figure, he gently stepped his way over to stand before the woman (wouldn’t want to accidentally tromp on one of the more breakable ones, really). Coming to a halt before Batavia, he tilted his head and stared at her with whirling eyes. My apologies for taking so long; it was a bit difficult to move in there, his calm voice rumbled evenly. A quick glance at the dwindled number of those remaining – male and female alike – he let a wave of relief flood through the bond. I’m just thankful that no one claimed you away from me, he said lovingly, warmth and a gentle happiness flowing in abundance. They must simply have been blind.
An echoing rumble interrupted the spread of the calm contentment as his stomach chose then to remind him of a very pressing necessity. He looked down at himself, then back up to Batavia and gave another of his ‘what can ya do?’ shrugs, knowing without a doubt that she would lead him to where he needed to go.
A few moments of calm were felt across the Sands as people waited for the last and largest egg to hatch. What could it be? The queen had already hatched, and as desperately as they might have wanted another who had ever heard of two queens in the same clutch? Perhaps another bronze, but there had already been two. Hadn’t the browns been a bit large after that first one? Regardless, they would see soon, as little hairline cracks spiderwebbed all over. A few weak areas fell away, but naught could be seen within the egg.
Confused silence reigned when a small, bright green leg slipped out of one patch in the golden upper-half of the egg. After a moment of flailing, it quickly slipped back in, only for another leg to poke out of a different hole along the side a moment later. Panic started as soon as the first small, dark green leg stuck out of a hole in the lusciously green lower half. There was no way that those limbs could belong to the same normal dragon, given their size and spacing. Whispers and cries of ‘not again!’ spread in a hushed undertone as more legs slipped out of the exposed areas. There were a total of seven: three of the lighter green, four of the darker.
For a moment the legs flailed helplessly, then the egg gave a heave of a rock and tipped onto its side. The legs all began to scrabble at the sand once they felt it, managing to at one point pick the whole egg up and skitter back and forth as if fighting to decide which direction to go in. If not for the frantic atmosphere, it could be considered quite comical, and might be considered so in hindsight for those who sat in witness. After a few meters, the legs failed in their support of the egg and it came crashing down to the sands. As it did so, the patterned chain around the center – acting as a divider between the golden and green hues – was prized apart with a giant crack…and the egg split in two.
The two halves simply sat there for a moment, as if they were in just as much shock as the rest of the stadium. Then, a little green head peeked out of each half to stare at each other, giving an adorable cheep of confusion. There was a laughing cheer of relief from the crowd, and the excitement over the new dragons was born anew. After a few blinks, both heads ducked back down and the two egg-halves began to move again. The top half of the egg kept rolling about, wings flicking out of the open portion as the Honey-Mint Green diligently tried to free the three legs trapped in the holes of the egg. A great amount of rustling was heard from the bottom half of the egg as it rocked, the Peppermint Green shifting her tail around trying to collapse the remainder of her confinement.
Finally, they freed themselves almost simultaneously. The Honey-Mint Green managed to wriggle away from her half just a little before, coming over to help the Peppermint Green pick away the last of the frustrating bits of crumbled egg with her small beak. Once that was finished, they gave each other a set of twin little chitters of draconic-giggles, flopping down to take just a moment to rest from their exertions. The Honey-Mint Green popped up first and gave her sister an affectionate nuzzle – which the Peppermint Green returned quickly – before setting off toward the Candidates. The Peppermint Green took a moment more to give a little stomp to the remainder of her shell for being such a nuisance before she deigned to follow suit.
Darting playfully over to the girls, the tiny green took to skipping around them in circles and then quickly turning to backtrack, amusing herself with how they turned to follow her. A little chitter-giggle accompanied her antics, and she lowered the top half of her body to wave her tail around like a playing canine or a feline ready to pounce now and again, curious about the way that some squeaked and ducked away when she did. Finally, she tired of her little game and darted forward to nip at the hem of one of the white robes and pulled. Unintentionally – and also somewhat ignored – she did leave a small scrape along the girl’s leg before her teeth could actually close on the fabric. Synchellllllllllllllaaaaaaaa~. Hi! That was fun! Let’s go eat now, though, ‘cause I’m tired, piped the sweet little voice. Large, curious eyes blinked up at the newly-bonded girl, happily waiting to be led off to the next great adventure – food! And then…sleep! Amazing!!!
Slightly more sedate than her twin, the Peppermint Green gave a good-natured shake of her head at Priyath’s antics. Honestly, what a handful. But she would see more of that later, and now she needed to find her own. Quietly she tripped along the line of Candidates, starting with the girls as her sister had. Serene as she started, there was an almost comical frustration to her features as she reached the end of the line, and it wasn’t hard to imagine a miniature thunderstorm around the tiny green’s head. Turning, she gave a hard stare all down the line, making certain she hadn’t missed one… Nope. With a grumble she sat back to brood on what to do next when she caught sight of a flash of green a bit of a ways off to the side. Well, that was different, what- …oh. Well, see, that simply wouldn’t do.
Marching over, the little dragonet hooked her bright claws into the green robes, tugging Miko toward her a little. Now see here, MyMiko, stop that nonsense this instant! How was I supposed to find you over here? You were standing in the wrong spot; your Seriath was over there, she scolded petulantly. There was a stubbornness in her huffy stance, and she practically vibrated with indignation for a few moments before relenting. Peering at him critically, she wondered on the difference between him and the ones clad in white; how odd was that? Nothing for it, I suppose. Now, are we to sit here and stare all day or do you perhaps recall something else that requires doing rather immediately? she teased in good humor, her soothing mindvoice allaying the fact that she had actually been angry. Canting her head to the side, she waited to see how Hers would respond to her indirect manner.
Despite the scare from the twins, Trith was pleased with the last of her hatchlings. They all seemed healthy, and they’d found Theirs quickly. Happiness flooded her as she felt a final settling in her soul. Sixteen hatchlings alive and happily bonded, and a golden daughter among them. They would do well for these people, just as Hers would have wanted. Cerulean would prosper with the addition of its newest dragonets. Content, she finally relaxed and watched the last of her children be led off the Sands this one last time.
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Thorney
Dragonrider
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Post by Thorney on Nov 26, 2010 14:19:28 GMT -5
A low rumble was the girl's reply as she apologized to Orith, the blood-hued dragonet gazing at her rather passively. He was not a foolish hatchling that allowed his most primitive emotions to rule him. He was a logical being that valued intelligence too much to give in to his baser instincts. Even if he was bloody hungry. Dipping his head towards the child in a forgiving manner, the bronze watched with some amusement as the small one interacted with His, seemingly unbothered by the boy's lack of emotional reaction. Of course, perhaps it was E'ric calm manner that drew to her to him, just as it had drawn the hatchling. Orith had known the moment he felt the cool, detached mind of his now-bonded, they were made to complete each other, and conceivably, that same inner control was what the child so liked about him. It was a fascinating thing to ponder.
As the girl spoke, the bronzeweyrling shook his head, gazing upon her with cool black eyes. He could tell that her apology was more for show than anything, and he sensed that she was far from repentant over what she had done. Not as if it mattered; her actions had offended neither he nor his dragon and had, in fact, made the boy feel oddly warm that she had bothered to come congratulate him. The child seemed genuinely pleased that he had Impressed-and to a bronze, no less-and it was a welcome change from some of the more...hostile relationships he had cultivated in Cerulean. "An apology is not necessary. You have harmed nothing." E'ric replied, then gave her that same small, bare smile from before. When his dragonet rumbled once more, the boy added, "Orith is not offended, and neither am I. We are...grateful that you wished to congratulate us so strongly."
Turning from the horror of the sands, feeling a tinge of sorrow as the green screamed and went between, the boy felt a jolt of concern as he saw Selene upon the ground. Though she nodded to his query, E'ric still wasn't sure if she was indeed well or not. She seemed shaken, but then, they all did, and given her age, it was no surprise. Even he, one who prided himself on his detached persona, had been affected, and it was only logical that a young girl would be far more troubled than he. Though, the bronzeweyrling felt his brow quirk impossibly high as his dragonet bespoke the girl, though he inwardly had to commend it's brilliance. What better way to distract her from the sorrow than the voice of a hatchling in her mind? Sending his bonded a small mental touch of gratitude, E'ric grabbed another hunk of meat, feeding it to his bronze easily as he glanced over, watching Selene's reaction with dark eyes.
Taking the proffered food, the dragonet focused one whirling eye upon the child, feeling a slight rumble of amusement vibrate in his throat. It is favorable to have made your acquaintance, Selene. He said formally, his articulate, even mindvoice never once wavering or pitching in any emotion. Orith was much like his rider, and he spoke quite oddly, certainly unlike many dragons. As the child spoke once more, the bronze could feel his shoulder jerk, and then a moment later, his left paw, the involuntary twitches occurring rather erratically and without warning. Still, the hatchling did not allow the actions to affect him, and instead swung his large head around to gaze fully upon the girl, allowing his rider to know that he was satiated for the moment. This is the anniversary of your birth, youngling? Orith asked, then gifted her with a low croon. Then I shall give you my well wishes. And though I am unsure presently how aesthetically pleasing I am when compared to others of my color, your compliment is appreciated. Of course, the bronze knew that he was better than most, as he was intelligent and strong, but superior beauty had never occurred to him.
Observing the interaction between his dragon and the girl, E'ric was a bit surprised to see the bronze handling her so expertly. He seemed to be quite at ease speaking with the child, even repeating her name unflinchingly, and the boy was suddenly aware of just how unique this hatchling was. Orith was very much ruled by logic, it seemed, and was not a typical dragonet. That pleased him. However, he was abruptly startled by Selene practically throwing herself at him again, her hug reaching it's intended target this time. For a moment, the bronzeweyrling was too surprised to react, but as she settled against him, E'ric slid his arms around the girl, feeling a strange amount of brotherly affection for her. "I must admit that I, too, am rather pleased with my Impression to Orith." He agreed, though his dark eyes did cut over to gaze at the frowning weyrfolk. "Perhaps not." The weyrling granted, once more gazing at the child. "I think it would be best for you to return to the stands, now, before you receive any unwanted attention. However, it would be logical to assume that I will again see you at the hatching feast." E'ric said, even, cool voice as clinical as ever.
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Post by Maykat on Nov 30, 2010 20:48:49 GMT -5
Batavia shook her head when Trith smashed the little egg and exposed a tiny, white dragonet. Just like the dud at Hefty’s Hatching, the dirty bronze coming out of between to catch Trith and the weird green to hatch and suicide, it was one more unnatural thing to happen to Cerulean. When a girl obviously too young to be a candidate came racing down the stands, Batavia just shook her head again. Hopefully the thing would be strong enough to survive, and be able to be a useful member of the wings. She idly wondered if it would chew firestone. She determined to check it out after the Hatching, to see if there was anything else wrong besides the color.
High up in the stands, R’tel let out a loud, piercing whistle when Raelwyn Impressed the gold. He clapped his hands, stomped his feet and generally annoyed his neighbors in his excitement. “I knew it, I knew it!” he told Ineth. The green warbled her excitement, even if she had a hard time remembering exactly who Raelwyn was and why she was important. Still, R’tel was happy which meant Ineth was happy. He wanted to run down and see her but stayed put. There were still some eggs to hatch and with the way the Hatching was going, something crazy was bound to happen.
When the brown left the boys’ side and started for the girls, Batavia knew he was headed for her. She stayed put, remembering what happened the last time she thought a brown was heading for her. But then he stopped right in front of her and she locked eyes with the little brown. Later she would compare the feeling to Impressing Hefty, but it was like comparing a misting to a full blown thunderstorm. It was a feeling of love and adoration, a complete acceptance that she had never experience before. Sobbing, Batavia knelt in the hot sands, wrapping both arms around the brown.
Hefty darted down from his perch to meet the new member of their family. He wrapped around Hearth, rubbing his head on the dragonet’s headknobs. Hearth accepted the display of affection with good grace but Batavia could feel his overpowering hunger. She led the brown off the Sands, still sobbing, with Hefty leading the way and chittering about his good fortune.
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Lothyna
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Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Dec 1, 2010 6:35:31 GMT -5
With each new hatchling, especially the first-which he knew counted as a good sign, Mikovren felt himself relaxing, slowly. He even went so far as to take a step closer to the eggs, knowing that in the end, they’d had decided to make him a candidate, regardless of his views (what dragonet would chose him?), though he’d stubbornly come in dressed as he was-a journeyman dragon healer, there as his duty and job. Still-the sight of the new dragons was a beautiful and touching one, and he did enjoy watching them (from far away normally). Eyes tracking the progress as he noted the Impressions, he found his attention suddenly held as something that went against all his knowledge appeared. When the multiple legs showed through the shell, he held a moment of panic, before forcibly reminding himself that it had to be twins. Nothing else. Mutations almost never hatched, usually ending up duds.
In the few minutes following, the usually calm-at least outwardly, unless F’ren was involved, healer found himself frozen and quite visibly nauseated. Shaking somewhat, he leaned back against the wall, knowing far better than to interfere, and praying that the green went Between soon. The moment didn’t come fast enough, and he sadly made a mental list of the injuries to the smaller green she’d attacked, and the valiant brown, knowing that they’d need tending once they were fed. Thankfully, both of those seemed to be strong enough to survive for the time being, and bonded properly. Grateful for the support of the wall, Mikovren let another prayer slip from his lips almost silently to Faranth that another strange occurrence wouldn’t come, even as he tracked the rest of the eggs.
He deigned not to clap for those that did Impress, being in character with the façade that he portrayed, but still had an inner smile, and felt some tension easing at the successful hatchings, though he was visibly startled and concerned when he saw the young woman foolishly move towards the eggs. He knew what to expect, though it still shook him, to see Trith send her flying, and winced as he heard the crack of a shell under a force other than it’s own. Eyes narrowing as he stared at the egg, Miko blinked, and then smiled somewhat, touched by the sight of Trith and the baby she’d freed so tenderly greeting each other. He frowned, though, as he watched it crawl towards a small figure, worried when it seemed that the nearly white hatchling (another good omen, to many, he knew) had little strength. Hopefully that would change with time…
Shaking off the musings, he turned back in time to see the girl who had been flung by Trith find hers-or rather, the blue in question found her, and immediately took them both Between. Swallowing, and feeling yet another wave of stress, the young journeyman once more sagged back into the wall, wondering just how many more problems Cerulean was going to undergo, before sighing faintly to himself. Once more he questioned the wisdom of S’lain and Tess, before being distracted by the arrival of the golden hatchling on the sands. Relief swamped him at that once more, since he’d been concerned about them having to find another Weyr willing to give them a junior queen, and he watched avidly as she Impressed to a girl with blond hair, smiling faintly. He remembered her somewhat, and from what he did, this was a good match.
Looking back at the few eggs left to hatch, he grinned to see a blue go to yet another female, thankfully staying this time, and a brown to one as well. Startling, but definitely not much of a surprise, given that it was Batavia in question. With a faint grin for his colleague, Mikovren focused in on the last egg left, realizing that in his wool-gathering, he’d missed an Impression or two, but not too bothered. One more, and it was over. He could go back to his normal duties and life, and hopefully not worry about S’lain and Tess getting this idea in their heads again. Filled with relief, he leaned back on the wall, only to tense a moment later with everyone else.
Staring at the shell of the largest egg, he felt a dry nausea sinking in at the appearance of several different legs, mind flashing back to the green from before. Unable to look away, he tracked the appearance of limbs and the sudden shatter with bated breath, then collapsed back against the wall in relief as he saw the two heads in different halves. Twins! Laughing somewhat at himself, Mikovren ran a hand through his hair before watching them, amused by the green’s antics as they freed themselves. Both seemed rather strong willed and curious, which he always considered to be quite a good thing, and he couldn’t help but snicker at the lighter green’s playful mannerisms-nor outright smirk at the seemingly determined pride and stubbornness of the darker as she stomped the offending shell to bits.
Curiously, he tracked the darker green after noting the first finally found hers among the females, and started to frown. He wasn’t sure he could handle seeing another hatchling die right now, and she didn’t seem to be able to find hers at all. He wondered briefly why she didn’t even look at the males-he knew there were some left who were at least bi, most likely, and then blinked. Despite the severity of the situation, the nearly comic look on her maw was amusing, and he hoped she figured it out soon. When she turned to stare at all those left as hopefuls, however, he felt a sinking feeling. ~Oh no. Not another. Faranth, I need a drink…~ He muttered to himself, gaze locked on the oddly appealing tone of the young hatchlings’ hide.
Watching her sit back and seemingly brood, he blinked in surprise when she started marching in his direction. Scrambling off the wall, in case she wanted a spectator behind him (and the thought that he might be her target never crossed his mind), Mikovren studied the determined little green, before feeling as if he’d been knocked over the head when her soft, but firm claws worked their way into his robe. Already stunned, he could only stare into the bright eyes before him, enraptured in the sensation of her mind meeting his as the voice echoed in his head even as he obediently moved towards the demanding little thing. Now see here, MyMiko, stop that nonsense this instant! How was I supposed to find you over here? You were standing in the wrong spot; your Seriath was over there[/color], she scolded petulantly. There was a stubbornness in her huffy stance, and she practically vibrated with indignation for a few moments before relenting. Peering at him critically, she wondered on the difference between him and the ones clad in white; how odd was that? Nothing for it, I suppose. Now, are we to sit here and stare all day or do you perhaps recall something else that requires doing rather immediately?[/color] she teased in good humor, her soothing mindvoice allaying the fact that she had actually been angry. Canting her head to the side, she waited to see how Hers would respond to her indirect manner.
And indeed, Mikovren, M’vren, he supposed, at the little demons, I’m no more a demon than you![/color] demands, and grinned. “Of course, love. I can think of some things, like, oh… bread?” The teasing was surprisingly tender, even as Seriath scoffed, her snort clearly audible. Really! Did you eat something funny? And why are you… ooooooohhhhhh.[/color] Having felt her querying his clothing, he had sent her an image of himself and other healers, working, and the common color-or she had found it herself, he wasn’t sure which. And you’re supposed to be our healer. Well, MY healer, MyMiko.[/color] She sounded rather pleased to have figured out why he wore green instead of white, and archly glanced up at HerMiko. Laughing faintly, Mikovren grabbed the healer’s kit absently, before running a soothing hand over his (HIS!) dragon’s shoulder, delighting in her hide. As Seriath tried to imitate his stumbling with the grace-and not quite getting it- they made their way over to the tables. “Meat, Seriath. I know very well how hungry you are, my love.”
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