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Post by Kitari on Jul 22, 2009 14:04:45 GMT -5
There. The Hatchings were over. All of the eggs had Hatched, though the Deep Abyss Egg had given them all a scare at the end. Kitari felt tension release from her body as the last green dragonet found her own, and the proud Weyrlings marched off the sands to the meat tables. She turned to B'kay, smiling broadly. "Two golds! I never thought I'd see that again, in all my Turns. Both Clutches were a little on the small side, but there are a lot of new, strong dragonets to help the Weyr, and that's what we need." Kitari then reached up to stroke Lefayeth's neck, feeling her gold relaxing as well now that it was done. "They were beautiful, my darling."
Yes, and the young gold is strong and sharp. She was referring to her own daughter, of course. We did well, Syth, she added a little smugly.
And then a strange murmur in the remaining members of the crowd drew Kitari around. Although most of the Weyrfolk had dispersed, the few still clambering down from the stands had stopped and begun to point at the sand. The Jr. Weyrwoman took a step forward, peering in the dim light of the glows for the source of the onlookers' startlement, and gasped. The pile of shards lying where the Windy Desert Clutch had been were trembling. As she watched, sand and shards alike began to slither down the sides of a low mound that the young woman had barely noticed before.
Suddenly, a clawed foot burst from the top of the mound. Kitari cried out in surprise, taking another few steps onto the sand before stopping herself. Another dragonet! Why, the egg must have been buried, perhaps by mistake, and the poor thing must have been struggling to escape this whole time, unknown to all. The clawed foot grasped around, as if for leverage, and then heaved. A moment later, a green head burst out of the top of the sand, venomous in colour but enchantingly beautiful nonetheless, and a gasping creel escaped the dragonet's weak lungs. The other forelimb produced itself, but then the green dragonet stopped struggling. She lay, head, neck and forelimbs on the sand, with the rest of her body presumably still within the buried egg, and turned her head weakly to the side.
Your Nethysith could not sense you, R'diel-mine! She didn't know if she should come out or not, but then she felt you. She knew you would come for her. The pointed green nose swiveled, as if reaching for him. She was obviously extremely weakened by her ordeal. Won't you help me, mine? Her plea was hesitant and fearful. Maybe he didn't want her!
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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Jul 22, 2009 14:43:06 GMT -5
Though small, Iolath was a lap-full. The blue, filled to the gills (so to speak) had parked himself in his rider's lap, where T'rasel had settled in the shadows to feed him. Iolath, unlike many of his clutch-siblings, however, was not napping.
There, T'rasel-Mine, see? He has chosen well, look at the strength of character of Tutankhath's rider. ... Do you not thing Odysseth's chosen will make a fine fighter? ... Look at Sekheth, oh, do you not think she is lovely? ... Oh -- who is THAT?
The non-ending chatter of his dragon's thoughts was both baffling and entertaining to T'rasel, and he was simply enjoying the bubbly glee and rhythm. It made him sleepy, in fact, and he was about to think that rider, rather than dragonet, might enjoy a nap in the shadows of the feeding area, when the sudden surprise of Iolath's last statement shook him back to consciousness.
The Sands had nearly emptied, all eggs had hatched. But then, a boy ran onto the Grounds.
A boy in a Candidate's robe.
A REAL Candidate.
T'rasel's arms went around Iolath so tightly that the blue Hatchling grunted.
You are squeezing me, Mine. Why are you squeezing so hard?
Be-because, Io -- I wasn't supposed to, I mean, what if that is your REAL rider?
The little blue sent a wave of disbelief that nearly brought tears to T'rasel's eyes. YOU are my real rider, Mine! There is no other. I do not even know that person, he is not mine, you are Mine!
The happy dragonet felt so indignant and insistent, that T'rasel was washed with guilt. Dragon-eyes whirled yellow with concern and the boy loosened his grip just a bit.
What if he had been on the sands and I hadn't been under the benches, Io?
Then I would have simply either come to find you ... or gone Between, Iolath said matter of factly, and butted his rider's cheek gently with his muzzle. Silly 'Mine.
T'rasel hugged, much more gently, his dragon again.
Who is THAT? Iolath said again a few minutes later. T'rasel stretched his neck and, though he could not see the newly hatched dragon, he saw a few heads turning that way and a hint of movement from where the pile of egg shards lay.
"Shells, I wish I had that hide and pen," he muttered.
Do not worry, 'Mine, I will remember all the details for you!
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Post by Spiffy .th ! on Jul 22, 2009 16:58:40 GMT -5
L'kev looked up as the healer spoke to him, nodding his head somewhat dumbly as he was spoken to. At the mention of hurt, Parith hissed quietly and L'kev mentally braced himself. He was rlieved that the healer had put some numbweed on his gash. Parith stiffened as he was mentally addressed by the large brown, almost squawking in surprise, then settled behind his rider, eyeing K'l'sran suspiciously, obeying Helksinth to a point, but that didn't mean he wasn't still going to watch over his.
L'kev gasped as the needle went through, trying his best to stay still. Apparently the numbweed hadn't been given much chance to work fully, but at least he was being seen to at all, which he was - somewhat - grateful for. He gritted his teeth until K'l'sran appeared t be finished.
He nodded again as he was given further instructions. Carefully he tried to stand up, but this time the pain didn't force him back down, reduced to a throb by the numbweed and fellis he had seen the healer mix up. "Yeah. Have you got something I can lean on for the time being?
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Post by B'kay on Jul 22, 2009 18:30:46 GMT -5
Just as Syth reached to nuzzle Lefayeth, returning her pride and affection, B'kay wished that there weren't still people present and, possibly, watching. His urge to do the same to Kitari's neck right now was almost overwhelming. Instead, he just turned to her with a soft smile, and whispered, "A magical Hatching, a magical Clutch, a magical Flight."
But it seemed that Kitari hadn't heard, and it took B'kay a moment to realize what had gained her attention.
There was another dragonet on the sands!
His mouth fell open as he stared at the green, who appeared to be so weak.
"Perhaps," he whispered again, "We had best do a search through the sands.... " This Hatching had been full of surprises, he wasn't sure he could take another one!
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Post by Kain on Jul 23, 2009 7:09:40 GMT -5
Rendriel felt eyes on him, but the curious glances tossed his way meant nothing, absolutely nothing, to the boy. He'd just seen his entire hope of being a dragonrider flash before his eyes, nevermind that there could be another hatching. A man came over and it took Ren a few seconds to realize it was Q'tris. He was talking now, and Ren did his best to focus on the greenrider's words, although they seemed rather... fuzzy. They kept sliding out of his grasp until Q'tris mentioned he could still go to the feast. Why would he want to? See everyone's glittering faces when he himself had been delayed by something so stupid as a wall? He was about to turn to go see the healer as the Candidatemaster suggested when something started happening.
Movement. In the sands. Ren nearly had a heart attack. Surely, it couldn't be another egg? Maybe some weyrbrat up to mischeive...? The candidate's eyes were just as wide as everyone else's as the late dragonet attempted to dig it's way out of the scorching prison. A paw, an arm, then, finally, the poor thing's head. A green! A gorgeous, gorgeous green at that. Something deep in Rendriel's heart fluttered. Dare he hope?
The acid green let out a pathetic creel and Ren felt his heard tug. The poor dragon! She stopped struggling then, but her beautiful head turned towards Ren. Was this...?
Your Nethysith could not sense you, R'diel-mine! She didn't know if she should come out or not, but then she felt you. She knew you would come for her. Ren's shout of happiness surprised even himself. Won't you help me, mine? With another yell, the fresh Weyrling dashed over to the entrapped green.
Thus he was faced with a new challenge. How to get her out? The green was wedged quite snuggly and Ren was certainly not feeling his best. Pulling her up was straight out.
R'diel-mine, Nethysith has great hunger! The green's plea was enough to send Ren digging through the sand around her. He dug with such a fierceness that the shards scattered around the dragon were actually cutting his hands slightly. But then- finally, she was free.
"Nethysith!" R'diel announced, his voice betraying the level of bliss he felt. He felt more eyes watching them, but once again, they didn't matter a jot. His sweet Nethysith was here and safe, that was all that held importance at the moment. His head was throbbing again, but that need was put aside momentarily for the green's hunger was actually influencing the weyrling's hunger level through their bond at this point. She'd worked so hard to get out! Steadying hand placed carefully on the acid dragon's shoulder, the new pair hurried their way out, finally together.
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Post by Shikai on Jul 26, 2009 19:41:15 GMT -5
F’rallen, having been busying himself with getting the necessary healer’s supplies from his kit, couldn’t suppress a grin at N’oren’s comment about his dragon’s hunger, or the blue’s voice drifting gently into his mind, asking for food from his rider. He remembered his own dragon’s hatching day all too well – had it really been that long? The emotions of impression, the sudden gnawing hunger in his belly even though he had recently eaten…
He flashed the new bluerider an understanding smile, and nodded in the direction of the nearby food bowls.
“You can feed him while I work; dragons are quite ravenous when they’re born, aren’t they? I remember how it was with my Dacrith,” He said with a chuckle. “As long as you’re careful and try to get him to keep his shoulder here still, it’ll be well if you feed him now. Might distract him a bit, at least! He won’t feel a thing, but it can still be unnerving getting stitches.” Or interesting to a curious dragon, he thought, as on more than one occasion he had been going about his work when a large, inquisitive face was craned around on a long neck to examine what he was doing, getting in the way of his hands despite having no ill intentions.
F’rallen rubbed his hands with redwort, giving them a reddish stain as he threaded a needle. He tucked it between two of his fingers, not wanting to risk its sterility by setting it down, and knelt on the sands beside Ajath’s shoulder. He looked over his shoulder and motioned for C’train to join him, noting the jars and herbs he had with him, pleased.
“If you’d like to assist, Beastmaster?” He asked respectfully, although F’rallen was not one to cast away his humble demeanor no matter the company he was with. “I’ll dislodge the shard, and if you could use those to stop the bleeding once it’s out…?”
F’rallen gently placed his hands on either side of the wound, studying the angle of the shard and the way it was swollen before slowly closing his thumb and first two fingers on the piece. His hands were not bothered by the ample numbweed thanks to the redwort, for which he was glad as he slowly began to pull it out, using all the sensitivity in his fingers to determine which way it gave best. It had not gone too deep, although certainly deep enough to hurt and cause a lot of bleeding if not removed and sewn shut.
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Post by meah on Jul 31, 2009 10:09:25 GMT -5
Deep Ocean Clutch Swiftly Swimming Egg – Brown Odysseth : Tie'relm (darkred) Branching Reef Egg – Blue Achilleth : Aren'mor (midnightblue) Deceptive Calm Egg – Blue Ajath : Nym'oren (mediumblue) Long Dive Egg – Blue Iolath : Ter'rasel (turquoise) Gentle Ripples Egg – Green Penloeth : Xia'rl (lightgreen) Rushing Current Egg – Gold Helennith : Trilia (orange) Stormy Sea Egg – Blue Jasth : Ta'rin (dodgerblue) Foaming Shores Egg – Green Cassanth : Jaylee (seagreen) Tidal Pool Egg – Brown Parith : Lari'kev (sienna) Wave Dancing Egg – Bronze Herculith : K'yrian (goldenrod) Rising Tide Egg – Green Megrath : Riley (green) Breaking Surf Egg – Blue Telmacith : Mariya (aqua) Dark Abyss Egg – Green Nausith : Xiana (darkgreen)
Windy Desert Clutch Barren Earth Egg – Blue Kheprith : Phelicia (blue) Desert Flower Egg – Gold Nefertith : Auria (yellow) Desert Sunset Egg – Green Cleoth : Nicola (limegreen) Rising Thermals Egg – Brown Matiath : Niera (brown) Rolling Dunes Egg – Blue Osiryth : Katalyn (darkturquoise) Serene Oasis Egg – Brown Ptolth : Celeste (burlywood) Shady Evening Egg – Green Hatsheth : Sila'tar (darkolivegreen) Stone Sentinel Egg – Green Sekheth : Era'vrael (mediumseagreen) Endless Sands Egg – Brown Akhenatath : Xi'an (darkred) Cracked Soil Egg – Green Aramunith : Re'tivor (aquamarine) Seething Sands Egg – Bronze Ramesth : Willf'red (darkgoldenrod) Sleeping Serpent Egg – Blue Duamuth : Kela'rin (mediumslateblue) Shining Mirage Egg – Green Isith : Kinga (lightgreen) Dry Mountain Egg – Bronze Tutankhath : Rem'mekk (darkgoldenrod) Prickly Guardian Egg – Brown Khufuth : Fi'del (700000) Buried Egg – Green Nethysith : Ren'driel (lawngreen)
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