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Post by meah on Aug 6, 2008 17:01:14 GMT -5
Rhea squealed loudly when Minath fell into her. She had never seen a more beautiful dragon in her life. She flung her arms around the dainty creature and kissed the colourful hide. When the dragon spoke in her mind, it was the most wonderful sound she had ever heard.
"Yes, of course, Minath. You need to eat." She glanced around, looking for something to feed her beautiful Minath. Then she saw a collection of tubs filled with chopped meat. She stroked Minath's soft hide as she led the dragon over to the tubs. She knew this was going to be the beginning of a grand adventure when Minath spoke again.
Thank you, Rhea-mine. I am so glad you are my Rhea-mine
That was how Rhea fell in love with her dragon and became aware that she had the best dragon in all of pern (in her mind).
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Post by D'gellin on Aug 6, 2008 17:36:10 GMT -5
Seeing and experiencing were two totally different things. As Trilia watched the eggs shudder and rock in such close proximity she could scarcely imagine how she'd managed to keep herself seated in the stands through Hatchings in the past. The urge to run up and get a closer look was unbearable! They were so close she could almost feel the ground shifting under the oval weight. Though that was probably just vibrations from the humming, Trilia was quite content to think otherwise. A gasp of utter delight as the first one hatched - a bronze! What wonderful tidings! Had she not already been working to keep herself from screaming in excitement, Trilia might very well have popped a few eardrums with her muffled squeal. Her hands were clasped firmly over her broadly ginning face. And though she knew she stood no chance for bronze, Trilia couldn't help but start up a wave of warm and welcoming thoughts for the beautiful hatchling. So graceful! Her attention was only diverted by a brown leg jutting from an unhatched egg. How could she help but eagerly welcome this hatchling with affection as well? It wasn't as though she had to try; and shortly she wasn't even conscious of her thoughts, just that she was here. Here. Finally here. On the Hatching Grounds. For the moment, even her jealous streak didn't stop her from wishing the first weyrlings well. ________ Fallen was holding his own against the euphoric feelings that Hatchings seemed to induce. The unwanted catch of his breath when the first hatchling broke free of its shell was quickly stifled. If he ever wanted to escape this place, he had to be certain not to give in to this strange draconic charm. Impressing would mean being bound to the Weyr permanently. And Fallen would not have that. He took a breath and steeled himself, brushing away not only the unadmitted curiosity but his self-conscious feelings about his attire. So far, he hadn't been openly reprimanded for it. Keyed up as he was, he hadn't missed Plianth's snort. But couldn't that have been anything? In any case, he wasn't being mauled to death...yet. And the boots at least were proving more comfortable than flimsy sandals. His only job now was to ward off any hatchlings that felt some strange compulsion to come his way... ________ "Oh no, it's already started!" D'gellin groaned as Lancetoth settled himself on one of the ledges. The young rider scrambled up along his bronze's neck, eyes alight with excitement. It seemed only a short while ago... I'm getting way too sentimental. He thought with a roll of his eyes for himself. The first is a bronze! Just like your Lancetoth! Lancetoth declared in delight. D'gellin had to disagree. No one was just like his Lanny. None of them were quite as amazing. But that didn't stop the equal delight at the good fortune. For every new weyrling he gave a whoop of congratulations.
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Post by B'kay on Aug 6, 2008 18:27:48 GMT -5
B'kay was scowling deeply as Syth landed them on the wide ledge carved for the larger dragons high above the Hatching Grounds. He had been given a greenrider's task ... ferrying guests to the Weyr ... and had obviously already missed several Impressions.
Alabanth relays that the first to hatch and Impress was a bronze! Syth said, hoping to cheer his rider. However, not much cheered B'kay these days. His back ached, and his head hurt, and he longed to have his old weyr back.
B'kay just leaned against his dragon, sipped at the flask of klah he'd packed for his morning errands ... it was cold, but the day was so scorching hot that he didn't really mind ... and settled in to watch the rest of the event. He looked over the three hatchlings on the sands, impressed at their quality.
At least the future had a chance to be somewhat brighter.
Speaking of future ... the dark bronzerider looked around the grounds, wondering if Kitari had arrived yet.
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Gaylen loved Hatchings. Whether dragon or flitter, she loved them all. She sat with her blue's tail wrapped firmly around her to keep her from getting too close to the edge of the dragon ledge, and cheered and clapped for each crack of an egg, each drying wing, each glittering eye facet. When the first three Impressions were made, the old bluerider applauded louder than anyone in the Grounds. Such joy, such promise! The skies of Pern filled with colourful dragons once again!
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Post by Shikai on Aug 6, 2008 20:00:53 GMT -5
Aclaryn raced through the twisting hallways of the weyr, calling many an apology over his shoulder as he bumped roughly into several people on accident. He had been out at the stables when his firelizard – thank Faranth – had burst in from between (quite startling one of the runners) humming insistently and tugging at his collar in a frenzy that was quite unlike her usual debonair attitude. She flew ahead of him now, just over the heads of the weyrfolk they passed in the halls, still humming with all the sound she could muster.
Oh, he was late, he was surely late! He cursed his luck, anxious to make it before any of the eggs hatched. At least in his haste he didn’t have to worry about how ridiculous he must look in his candidate’s robe. In truth, he didn’t look any worse than the other candidates, as he had thankfully been able to find a robe that wasn’t too short, but he was looking rather tousled. After all, he had spent the last several minutes sprinting back to the weyr, pulling on his candidate’s robe, and moving as quickly as he could through Araelen’s busy halls. He was nearly there!
Finally, he rounded a corner and entered the hatching sands, hastily taking his place with the other candidates. He surveyed the eggs anxiously, but to his great relief, he hadn’t missed any of the hatchings. Aclaryn sighed gratefully, and smoothed the wrinkles off of the front of his robe. Shards, but it was hot! As though outside hadn’t been bad enough, the sands were sweltering! He was starting to wish he had ignored the order to wear sandals and brought his boots instead.
But then, suddenly, the Thunder Egg hatched, and thoughts about the heat went to the back of his mind as his attention was consumed by the newly hatched dragonet. A bronze! Aclaryn knew that he would never attract such a creature’s attention, due to feelings he couldn’t help, but he was worthy of admiration nonetheless. Aclaryn joined the applause as the creature found his lifemate in a somewhat odd looking boy. The tattooed one he had seen around, but never had the opportunity to speak to.
It was quickly followed by two more, a brown and a green! These were more likely options for him, although he didn’t entertain such hopes for long. For now, it was probably best to just enjoy the hatching, so he wouldn’t be disappointed every time a dragonet he had his eye on chose someone else. He grinned at the antics of the two, and watched as they found their riders, this time a young girl and another boy he didn’t know well. The girl certainly looked delighted, and Aclaryn smiled, suddenly reminded of his sister. It was a pity, he hadn’t seen her, well, since he had been taken to the weyr. But if he impressed…it would be a wonderful thing in more ways than one, surely.
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Post by C'lyn on Aug 6, 2008 20:48:47 GMT -5
L'kas walked over to Penna, taking his place beside her as she took the flask. He turned his attention to the hatching, jumping when he hears her spitting out a mouthful of klah. He winces slightly as she elbows him in the side.
L'kas nods and smiles, hugging one arm around her shoulders. He was happy to see that the first hatching was a bronze and for a moment forgot who he was hugging.
Seath let out a loud, proud bugle as the first egg hatched a fine bronze. He puffed out his chest and preened his wings before turning her attention back to the hatching, humming loudly.
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Post by Skye on Aug 6, 2008 21:07:23 GMT -5
Kimber was bouncing up and down as she watched the hatching, clapping as it was a bronze that hatched first. She had heard from some of the older riders the it was a good sign for a bronze to be the first hatching.
She gasped softly as the brown stumbled into his sibling as she hatched. She watched the three dragons all make their impressions and she smiled, her attention glued to the rocking eggs, surely her own dragon was in one of them.
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Emberlyn wasn't even aware she was holding her breath as the bronze hatched until her lungs started screaming at her for hair. She took a deep breath and shook her head, trying to take all of it in.
It was a beautiful thing to watch as the dragons hatched and then found their lifemate. Could she possibly have a dragon among the eggs?
She bit her bottom lip and glanced toward her twin before looking back at the eggs.
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Post by .K.aci on Aug 6, 2008 22:19:15 GMT -5
Hauze never focused on one egg. Instead, he cast an appraising eye over the clutch, and thusly, he was one of the few who saw the Thunder Egg, a beautifully colored yellow and black egg that spiderwicked across the surface, hatch. But at that moment, just as he was admiring the lovely creature, his mind seared, and the tall boy doubled over, gasping. In the back of the boy's line, on the end, no one noticed the male dropping to his knees, holding his head and fighting the urge to howl in pain. The chasm, the black mass of chaos that threatened to take over his mind at any moment, pressed back only by force of will... It was writhing in anger, howling fury and demanding retribution.
He could kill them all right now, each useless person looking at the dragon's. It would be so easy to slit their throat's, stab in the back as he walked up and down the line. It would be done in a minute, not even really having to have effort put into it, and the warm blood running down his hands would feel so good in the heat, the sticky mess only adding to the color on the sands... He could do it now, take them... The hissing voice crooned this over and over, with such velocity that Hauze only voiced a silent whisper, bent over, cradling his head in his hands as he fought the voice.
He was scarred like this, the heavy tattoo's swirling down his face, down his back, down his arm and hip... He was scarred like that for a reason, every painful stitch as the color was bled into his skin, the ebony swirling into a dark enough crimson that the colors seemed to shift and sway, constantly changing... Biting his lip, hard enough to taste the copper pool around his lower lip, Hauze fought the attack, going unnoticed. He never saw the Bronze bow, had almost given up hope and let that madness loose, when something made him look up, ready to howl his agony.
Even as those clear blue eyes looked up, untouched by the turmoil raging in his mind, he met the eyes of another creature... Eyes that began to whirl a rainbow, even as the rolling black ooze was suddenly swept away in a joyous sound, the simple words that would change the life and mind of one simple person in the world.
//I am Dartagnth. And I am forever yours.
Hauze only sat on his heels, his toes buried in the hot sand and unfeeling of anything except for the graceful creature that so resembled his rider in many ways, stepping carefully towards him.
//H'aze, I am Yours. Your Dartagnth. And that darkness will not return.
With a trembling hand, one touched by the crimson of spilled blood, H'aze reached up slowly to gently stroke down the beautiful creature's head, a soft hurr whirling through the dragonet as he pushed his head into the large hand.
"Mine. My Dartagnth."
//Yes. But let us not revel while other's have yet to meet Their's, and fear of never. Come, it is time to be fed.[/i]
And the Bronze, so lithe and perfect, nudged H'aze, not needing anymore words to project the still whirl of color that colored his eyes, nor the smile that the boy wore. For the first time in nearly eight turns, H'aze smiled, a soft smile that was for the world and Dartagnth alone.[/size]
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Post by Kitari on Aug 6, 2008 23:33:34 GMT -5
A disgruntled Brinne made her way down the corridors of the Weyr at a reckless pace, and this day was one of the few in which she cared little for how she appeared. A normally placid and aloof Duke had been spooked into flight when his person first shrieked, and her frantic run had left him surprised and interested, as he swooped along behind her to find out what was causing such panic.
The panic had been caused, of course, by the start of the Hatching. Of all the days to find herself stuck in the dreariest backrooms of the Weyr, counting tithes! Ever since the eggs had been laid, Brinne had made as many excuses as possible to hover around the Hatching Ground, but she had finally been caught, shirking, and been sent to the twisted 'guts' of the Weyr, as she called them, as punishment.
Her Duke had been no help in alerting her to the pending Hatching, for he hardly stirred at the advent of humming. It was only when a drudge was sent looking for her that Brinne had been informed of what she was unwittingly missing. That was when the shriek and mad dash had awoken Duke, and the candidate had made for the Barracks so quickly that she'd actually bounced off a wall or two on the way.
Scraped arms were ignored as the white robe was stuffed hastily over her head, but Brinne did not immediately make her way to the Grounds. Instead, she ran to the Kitchens. You see, the candidate had been planning this day for a long time. If she was to Impress gold, there were a number of things that must be in order. First, she must be presentable (her fingers fumbled madly to tie her hair back), second, she must be amiable (warm thoughts were already flowing), and third, she must reward the lovely gold for choosing her. That was why she grabbed the first drudge she saw: Crown.
"You!" Brinne demanded, tearing the girl forcibly away from the stick of meat she was turning. "You will be my personal drudge today." She said this as if it was some special reward. "Since I am to be the next goldrider, I think it only right that you wait on me. You will bring the largest bowl of meat you can find and wait for me to Impress, then you will bring it immediately so I can feed my darling! Quickly now!" Even as she said this, the girl glanced about to see if the Headwoman had overheard. There was no way she would get away with this, if that was the case.
Hoping the drudge would follow her example, Brinne tore off for the Hatching Ground. In passing through the Bowl, the heat hit her like a stone to the face, but she did not falter. She arrived breathless, her face nearly as red as her hair, and stumbled to join the ranks of the other girls. The fact that she was swaying on her feet mattered little to the candidate, for her eyes were riveted on the eggs. Horror took ahold of her at the sight of shards already upon the Sands, but her quickened heartbeat slowed slightly as she noted that the gold had yet to Hatch. She was not too late!
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Post by Kitari on Aug 7, 2008 0:00:57 GMT -5
It would have been very amusing to watch Treylis make his way to the Hatching Grounds, if anyone had the time to do so. As it was, most Weyrfolk were either rushing to the Grounds to watch or racing to prepare for the feast that always followed a Hatching. Therefore, few had time to note the awkward gait of the Lordling.
Panther, his blue flitter, was the only one who did remark, much to the disgruntlement of that fire lizard. Ever since finding out about the pending Hatching, his person had made very little progress to the Grounds. Although Treylis had only been in the Lower Caverns sweeping the floor, he was about to be one of the latest candidates to arrive at the Hatching. And it wasn't as if he had to groom after donning the white robes.
No, the reason for Treylis's awkward appearance and slow journey was his alternating movement. One moment, he was jogging, the next, he was fighting to put one foot in front of the other. His emotions were equally changeable, shifting from bubbling excitement to boiling dread. Panther would dart forward every time his person began to move faster, then flutter to a stop in surprise every time Treylis slowed. Finally, the blue gave up entirely and disappeared between to find a vantage point for himself.
Finally, even Treylis had made it to the Grounds. He froze in the entryway at the sight of bronze hide, his heart racing. Did he want a bronze? Did he even want a dragon? To his relief, it was not time to worry about that just yet, for another candidate had snared the dragonet's attention. Trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible (which was rather unsuccessful, due to his imposing build), he slipped in behind the rest of the male candidates, fighting between awe and uncertainty. He tried to assure himself that his Searching had been entirely political, but Igrainth's unusual kindness towards him kept interrupting that thread of thought.
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Post by Mango on Aug 7, 2008 1:41:26 GMT -5
He was horribly, terribly late. It was rude and inexcusable, but it would take a person with a heart of stone to be angry at Eddin now. When he shuffled in, metaphorical tail between his legs, the mixture of bewilderment and shame written so clearly on his face resembled nothing so much as the expression of an infant Canine, crouching in an embarrassed fashion next to a growing puddle of wet on the floor.
Eddin had done wrong, and he scuttled as though he expected Faranth herself to swoop down from the sky and melt him to a sticky scorch-mark on the hot sand. The fact that Queens don't chew Firestone didn't seem to matter. Not that Faranth would need to bother with him: Plianth could do just as well, if she wanted to! Eddin made it to the male's side of the Hatching Ground, for all the world trying to look small. Since he'd passed six feet several inches ago and resembled a bull herdbeast in build, this was more than slightly ridiculous. The white Candidate's robe hung crookedly on him; it was bunched at the left shoulder, and exposed his lower calves to the scalding heat.
The heat. The Sharding heat was really starting to get to him. The natural heat of the Sands seemed to collide with the heat of Rukbat, creating a heat around head height that was greater than the sum of its parts. He should know; he'd been in the Candidate Barracks for a few hours, just... lying there. Normally, Eddin was one for doing things. Going places. Seeing people and places and things. But the heat had just sapped his will and his strength... Or, more accurately, made him drowsy. In his experience, he'd been outside when it was this hot... if it had ever been this hot before... and had animals to look after. He'd never sat still long enough for the heat to affect him like this. He'd laid down on his bunk...
And proceeded to sleep through the ensuing confusion. He slept through people dressing, he slept through people rushing about. He slept through many, many other boys leaving. They should have awoken him, but he hadn't slept well the night before. No real reason for it. Just another event in a string of almost unbelievable unlucky coincidences. By the time he awoke, figured out what was happening, got dressed, and found his way to the Sands... Eddin was just happy that there were still any eggs left!
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