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Post by Dragonmage on Jul 1, 2009 17:07:04 GMT -5
Of all the inconvenient times for dragonets to decide that they wanted to hatch, in Nymoren's opinion, right as night fell was one of the worst. He had just gotten out of the Dining Hall and was planning to try to take an evening walk before someone noticed that he was a Candidate and got him stuck with more chores. He might have to try to find a craft he was interested in if this Hatching ended up like all the ones before it. The humming of the dragons caught him by surprise, but several previous clutches had taught him what to do.
Despite his lack of enthusiasm, he hustled over to the barracks to get his white robes on again. Nymoren tossed the silly dress-like things on and made sure his boots were double-knotted. There was nothing more embarassing then tripping over his bootlaces because he was too lazy to make sure that they wouldn't catch on something. When he reached the entrance to the Hatching Ground, he bowed to each queen and her rider. It was only polite, after all.
Form a line between the clutches? Nymoren furrowed his brow for a moment then guessed that this was to keep dragonets from one clutch wandering too near the other clutch and its protective mother. The queens didn't like each other that much, so it was reasonable to expect that one would snarl at the other's babies.
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Post by D'gellin on Jul 2, 2009 0:50:43 GMT -5
Trilia was smiling giddily to herself as she scrawled across a piece of parchment in her pretty font, pausing occasionally as she reread her letter and thought of what to say next. All the while her heart seemed to flutter, irrationally happy, in her chest. Oh by Faranth, she was a silly little girl, but Retivor's words were so kind...As though fearing her thoughts would be overheard, Trilia glanced anxiously up at the cot next to hers.
Quiet Jaylee sat cross legged, leaning on one arm while the other was occupied stroking the fire lizard in her lap. The bronze wasn't Jaylee's, but that of a grim faced bronze weyrling. "An old friend", Jaylee had supplied simply. Apparently the young man cared more than he let on, sending his fire lizard to keep watch on Jaylee while he couldn't. The idea filled Trilia with a sudden flush of jealousy that she quickly stifled, turning her face to kiss the delicate brown nose of her own fire lizard, draped sleepily across her shoulders. Her fire lizard. Who loved Trilia. Even when no one else seemed to...Unless she had found someone special already and just didn't know it...She glanced longingly at the letter on her bed side table. If only...Sigh. Turning back to her own parchment, Trilia continued writing.
She abruptly paused mid-thought, hand hovering over the paper as she listened. Something was reverberating about the Weyr, filling it up with sound, and filling her up with a bubble of excitement that nearly stole her breath away. "That's humming." She murmured, eyes staring wide and unseeing at her letter. Jaylee looked up in question. "That's humming...That's the Hatching! The Hatching's started!" She quickly scribbled an end to her letter before launching herself to her feet.
Thank Faranth for Jaylee. If she had not recognized the sudden movement Trilia made for what it was, the little girl might have fallen flat on her face. As Jaylee supported the smaller girl, Trilia swore, apologized, and thanked her in one exhale. Trilia was smart, honest, but had a tendency to let emotions get the better of her, and had completely forgotten that her broken leg was still healing. The sudden pressure put on it had shocked and toppled her off balance. With her mind anchored safely to realty once more, Trilia crawled across her cot to her trunk, tugging out the neatly folded candidates robe and changing faster than it took Jaylee to find her own crumpled robe.
"No, not like - rrg, here, let me do it." Trilia made an exasperated motion as Jaylee got lost in the clothing, too jumpy to think straight. Was she still afraid of dragons? With the air of someone who's practiced wearing her candidate robe one too many times for something so itchy, she righted her friend's attire and tied the cord deftly. "Perfect. Now lets go!" Trilia was hyper-aware of the activity around them now, pulse jumping as girls came and went, white robes flashing like pale ghosts in the light of the glows. Now she was one of those spirits gliding, well more like hobbling with her crutch and splinted leg, off down the dimly lit halls, the murmur of people growing and fading in anxious waves. It was surreal and exciting all at once. Was it possible she was simply dreaming? Had she fallen asleep while writing?
The heat of the Hatching Grounds, pouring out to meet the two before their feet even touched the sands, seemed to answer that question. Despite the heat, Jaylee shivered, wide eyes taking in the two enormous queens, still as devastatingly awe-inspiring and terrifying as they were at the Touching. Trilia was determined though, and easily guided Jaylee to the line of candidates. Trilia might have been more surprised by the set-up, having both attended and stood at Hatchings before, but Jaylee was more put off. How on Pern was she supposed to enjoy the Hatchings when she always had to worry about who her back was turned to at each moment? Both remembered to bow to the queens, Trilia straightening herself back up with a gleefully toothy smile while Jaylee's eyes seemed only to continue growing in anxious size as what was about to occur on the Sands actually sunk in. Should she be scared or...very, very delighted?
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Post by Shikai on Jul 2, 2009 2:59:07 GMT -5
The carefully inked letters on the records hide were starting to blur into illegible marks as Alana’s eyelids began to droop, her head dipping on occasion before she would wake herself up and try to regain her concentration. She sighed, peering over the top of the hide at the multitude of her gold’s lovely eggs, resting as peacefully as they had for the sevendays since they had been laid. At last, Gwynevith seemed to be satisfied with her arrangement of them, and while she remained constantly at their side, she no longer fretted over them constantly, or continually hissed at the other gold across the sands.
It was a welcome change for both goldriders, although as their dragons became acclimated to their clutches, a bit of the excitement had worn off for Alana as well. She spent as much time as possible with her dragon, but by Faranth, she was almost starting to miss some of the Weyrwoman duties she had had to siphon off to those she could. There was only so long one could enjoy sitting in the hot cavern, watching the unmoving eggs…
But was it the dusk playing tricks on her, or were they not quite so still as she was used to seeing? Alana rubbed at her eyes, but the sands before her didn’t change – yes, there was definitely movement from the Desert Sunset and Prickly Guardian eggs!
“Gwynevith!” She cried in excitement, records hide discarded entirely and quite forgotten, but the gold was already beginning her hum, the vibration from the massive dragon already seeping through the halls of the weyr.
The hatching is beginning! Candidates must come now to the sands,[/color] the gold called, broadcasting the message for all. A grin, a rarely seen expression on the girl’s face indeed, had taken hold of Alana’s face, and she moved to stand beside her dragon, running a hand over the humming golden hide as she waited for the candidates. She looked over the hatching grounds, and her grin faded slightly at the realization that it was not Gwynevith’s eggs alone that were rocking. No, Lefayeth’s clutch was also hatching! She shook her head, smiling to herself once she had ensured that Gwynevith didn’t seem to feel threatened by the other gold’s hatching eggs. Araelen’s hatchings never could be simple, could they…
The Prickly Guardian Egg seemed determined to be the first on the sands, its swaying and rocking building up to a steady crescendo…when crack! But anyone looking at that egg would be left disappointed, as it suddenly stopped swaying, almost as though startled by the sound of its clutchsibling. No, from the ruins of the Desert Sunset Egg, a green was stepping onto the sands and unfurling her wings. And what a sight they were! The glistening spring green would stand out to all watching from the stands, but on the undersides, as she gave them a slow, testing flap, it was a different shade entirely – jade. It was impossible to pin down exactly what shade the first dragonet of the clutch was. Pine green ran along her back, sweeping down in tendrils over her eyes, jade and forest green on her sides…so impressive was her hide, the fact that she was quite small for a green must have escaped the immediate notice of many.
And it was clear from the way she carried herself that it was no matter to her, either. She seemed to glide rather than walk, her graceful, serpentine build giving her an uncommon skill in movement even from birth. She lifted her head proudly, turning to display herself to the onlookers with confidence, and yet without demanding their respect. Having collected her bearings for this strange new place, the green began moving with dignity and purpose toward the candidates between the clutches.
However, at the same time as the Desert Sunset green had made her appearance, another green had emerged from the shadows of the still-rocking Tidal Pool Egg, the Rising Tide Egg laying shattered around her. It was impossible to say which had really hatched first, or been responsible for the loud crack that had caught everyone’s attention – or had it been both at once? But it was easy to see why the second green may have escaped notice compared to her flamboyantly colored sister. She looked rather larger than the green of the Windy Desert Clutch, although in actuality she was of average size and her sister was simply on the small side. Her hide, though not as eye-catching as the other’s, was certainly as worthy of interest. Deep forest green on her undersides and in faint webs over the tops of her wings, the rest of her form looked nearly black. With her shortened wings and long, sinewy body, she looked rather like a serpent as she left the shadows she had all but concealed herself in, moving toward the candidates at the center of the hatching sands in perfect time with her sister.
As both had come from eggs at the far side of their clutches, and kept nearly the same pace, it was no doubt quite a hassle for candidates trying to keep up with both approaching dragons at once. Was the Rising Tide green closer? No, surely the Desert Sunset…the two seemed completely unaware of each other and the confusion they could be causing the candidates, taking no more interest in the approach of the other from the opposite side than if it had been their own reflection.
Yet while they reached the line of candidates at the same time, the greens did not make their decisions simultaneously. The Rising Tide green moved at once toward a boy, but just as the crowd began to wonder if impression had been made…she snorted, backed away, and strode on with as much power and purpose as she had approached the first candidate with.
In contrast, the Desert Sunset green neither increased or decreased her pace as she approached the candidates, but moved directly to a certain girl as though she had been planning her course to exactly that person all along.
Nicola, you are quite fortunate. Many girls wish for a queen, but only you have impressed Cleoth, the true queen of this clutch. Together, we shall rise to great heights in this weyr.[/color] The cool tone and strong ambition in the green’s tone stood in contrast to her charming behavior earlier, but she was certainly not going to hide her true self from her rider.
The Rising Tide green, meanwhile, was still moving from candidate to candidate, locking eyes determinately with one only to turn away in annoyance and move toward another. But it could never be said that she lessened the energy she put into finding the perfect rider, seeming determined above all else to find exactly the right candidate. Only one would do, and as she moved down the line, she turned suddenly, eyes whirling with joy in a dazzling rainbow, as she bounded forward to close the last gap between herself and…
Riley! Yes, you are truly Megrath’s rider, I am certain. I could not put that kind of trust in just anyone, you see, but it was worth the wait to find you! None of these other wherry-brained candidates would do.[/color]
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Post by M'kel on Jul 2, 2009 14:10:26 GMT -5
As Retivor stood nervously amongst the other candidates, gaze fixed on the Windy Desert Clutch, he was jostled slightly by new arrivals trying to find a place in line. Looking up, he caught Silatar's gaze unexpectedly and returned the faint smile, before quickly turning back to the Eggs. Sweat was beginning to bead on the back of the lad's neck, as his eyes darted about the Clutch in an attempt to spot the egg that would Hatch first. He wished it was a little easier to see; the glowlight cast too many shadows. And then there was also the Clutch behind him to keep track of...one couldn't be looking in two places at once!
The candidate's attention did shift for a moment, however, as he glanced over his shoulder at the Deep Ocean Clutch just to check on them. For whatever reason, he felt certain that the Windy Desert Clutch would be the first to produce a dragonet, possibly because it had a number more eggs. Retivor glanced down the line briefly and caught sight of Trilia, giving a small wave. Oh, she still had that wretched crutch to deal with... The lad grimaced slightly in sympathy; the Hatching would be nervewracking enough without having to worry about immobility on the sands. Especially when the dragonets started pouring out...
Of course, he wasn't in perfect shape either, with his arm still held in place by a splint and sling, but that shouldn't interfere with Impression too much, right? Retivor felt a sudden moment of panic. Would a dragonet reject him if it felt he was injured? After all, they were baby dragons and needed someone fully capable of taking care of them.
Then there was that other fear of his…
The first crack split the air, and Retivor whirled back and forth between the Clutches, trying to spot the source of the sound. A flash of green in the Windy Desert Clutch drew his gaze, and the lad's eyes widened at the sight of her beautiful hide. The dazzling array of different shades of green reminded the candidate once again how unique each dragon was, and he couldn't help but grin at her proud strut between the Eggs. She was so tiny and adorable, and yet…
There were mutters around him, and when Retivor glanced up, he realized that multiple candidates had turned to watch the Deep Ocean Clutch. He, too, rotated quickly and stared wide-eyed as a second green began to stride toward the line of candidates, her hide nearly black. The lad's jaw clenched in sudden anxiety; there were two green dragons coming at him (or at least the line) from either side. It was almost like a snare was slowly closing shut around his neck. A sudden flash of Jakri's image sent a shudder down Retivor's spine, and he began looking back and forth between the greens in near-panic.
The first Impressed quickly, to a girl, while the other made her way down the line. Retivor's heart spasmed as she passed by him, but she, too, Impressed to a girl. That first test was over, but there were many eggs still to come. Retivor began to chide himself; a Hatching was supposed to be happy. Whatever he Impressed, he should be glad simply to have a dragon! He would be lucky, very lucky, to be found worthy by any.
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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Jul 2, 2009 15:08:33 GMT -5
For a young man who hadn't even come to the Weyr to stand as a Candidate, Silatar was almost ashamed of the surge of jealousy he felt when the first two hatchlings Impressed girls. That was just silly -- he had fully expected to stand here for however long it took, and leave the sands unattached.
He realized after the Impressions were made, however, that he was physically trembling. Fear? No, it wasn't fear. It was a plethora of emotions, most of which couldn't even be identified.
It really did matter. His eyes filled, and he told himself that it was just the unbearable heat of the sands making them water. But it really did matter.
A dragon of his own? Someone who would love him forever ... without any ulterior motives?
Yes, it mattered ... a lot. He exhaled sharply, as if the admission had allowed him to finally let out a breath he'd been holding all his life. Green eyes which were a short time before filled with confusion, maybe even fear, now fixed on the eggs with eager anticipation, wondering which would be the next to crack.
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Oh! Oh oh oh oh! They were both so BEAUTIFUL! And it looked like both were making toward the girls!
But ... but no. Auria smiled, happy for both Nicola (even if she could be a bit ... standoffish) and Riley (who didn't seem to want to be at Araelen at all, really), as each dragonet chose. Not hers, then, not yet. The sands, though, a moment before nearly unbearable, didn't seem to be so bad, when she thought of how the next dragonet to hatch just might choose ... her.
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Terrasel's eyes grew wide at the sight of the two lovely green dragonets. He ducked more deeply into the shadows of the benches. He was more determined than ever to not be discovered until he'd seen every single egg hatch, and every dragon Impress. Oh, what stories he'd be able to tell once he left the Weyr to seek his fortune!
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Post by .K.aci on Jul 2, 2009 15:33:07 GMT -5
Aren and Fidel snuck in late, as they had been off doing something stupid I will type in later. Maybe in this post, maybe in another, but at the moment they stand here like this.
Aren is bleeding on his knee and from a cut through his eyebrow, a rougish grin on his face and his hair tousled. His robes are wrinkled and be isn't quite sure why he's standing here, but he has taken Fidel and squeezed him into the middle of the line almost excatly, not apologizing to anybody he bumped. He's almost bouncing up and down from excitement, ignoring the raw red on his hands where he had scrapped them up.
Fidel is next to Aren, apologizing to everyone in his quiet way. He looks a little more presentable, except he has a beautiful black eye and raw knuckles. It seems as though he had a nosebleed, but it's not bleeding anymore, so it's all good. He is more steady, a slightly glazed look in his eye that tells you he has taken just a sip of fellis - enough to make the pain disappear and nothing more. He won't let anything jeapordize Impressing for him.
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Post by Skye on Jul 2, 2009 16:24:26 GMT -5
Riley looked between the two clutches as a green hatched from each. She frowned slightly as she tried to keep track of the movement of each, but it was more troublesome then she had thought. She shifted from foot to foot against the heat of the sands as she looked around for the two greens again. The green from the Wind Desert clutch was easier to keep track of, the green from the Deep Ocean clutch was harder to keep track of, it seemed like she was weaving through the shadows within the cavern.
Then the Windy Desert green impressed and Riley watched the interaction curiously, she didn't know the girl, hadn't really gotten to know many of her fellow candidates. She turned her attention away from the pair and managed to spot the other green, following her progress now.
She was a pretty little thing, Riley had to admit. Even she couldn't be cold hearted and aloof watching a the hatching, she wasn't that cold of a person.
Riley looked away from the little green for a moment, to look between the two clutches again, to see if any other eggs had hatched. She really didn't think she was dragon rider material and wasn't getting her hopes up that she would impress.
Then she heard it, the tender voice in her mind.
Riley! Yes, you are truly Megrath’s rider, I am certain. I could not put that kind of trust in just anyone, you see, but it was worth the wait to find you! None of these other wherry-brained candidates would do.[/color]
Riley spun to stare down at the green at her feet, knowing her mouth was hanging open, but not caring at the moment. She shook her head and closed her mouth, frowning slightly as she stared down at the lovely green. "Are you so sure you want me?" she whispered, blinking her eyes rapidly to rid herself of the moisture she felt gathering there.
Megrath snorted and butted against Riley's knees gently. Of course I'm sure Riley mine. I wouldn't have chosen you if I had any doubts. I can trust you and you can trust your Megrath,[/color] the little green told Riley firmly, nudging against the girl's knees.
Riley licked her lips as she reached down to lightly run her fingertips along Megrath's eyeridges, a smile beginning to form on her lips. "Megrath. You are so beautiful," Riley whispered again, blinking as her stomach rumbled with hunger. But she had just eaten dinner and surely she couldn't be hungry already.
You do not hunger mine, but I do. take me to some food or I will whither away,[/color] Megrath informed her rider, nudging her legs again to get the girl moving.
Riley laughed softly at the green's tone and nodded, leading her toward the tables that had been set up to feed the hatchlings. She didn't even make a face as she handled the raw meat to feed the green, remembering that the candidate master had warned them to make the dragons chew and not choke.
As Megrath ate, Riley looked her over, admiring her coloration. The colors reminded her of the ocean on a cloudy night, the dark green hidden beneath the shadow of a cloud as it glided over head. She smiled as she knelt there and few her green.
Perhaps the weyr wasn't such a bad place after all....
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Post by katalina on Jul 2, 2009 18:06:48 GMT -5
Kinga rushed into the hatching grounds. She had been outside of the Weyr exploring when the Hatching started, and now she was going to be late. Right as she stepped onto the hot sand, two eggs hatched and she saw a pair of hatchlings in their place.
For the love of little green dragons... Kinga grinned and skidded to a stop in front of the clutch, quickly joining the other candidates. She had missed the first two eggs hatching but it didn't seem like she was too late. Kinga watched the two greens walk across the sand. They were so tiny compared to the adult dragons, and gawky looking. Definitely not what she had expected in a young dragon!
The greens marched up to the girls, and Kinga's eyes widened as she watched girls just a few feet away Impress. Impression was a mystery to her. Hopefully by the end of the night it would be a mystery solved.
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Tierelm had also arrived just as the first hatched. He quietly went to stand with the other candidates. Although his face was calm and unreadable, inside he felt sick with nerves. When a secon crack rang through the air, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Shaking his head, Tierelm quickly tried to regain his composure. He was terrified of being rejected, but he knew it was useless to be so nervous through the whole hatching. He needed to just relax and enjoy this, but relaxing was always easier said than done for him.
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Post by Kitari on Jul 3, 2009 19:10:16 GMT -5
Oblivious to the personal struggles of the rag-tag assortment of candidates, the Eggs continued to tremble and shake, the dragonets within fighting to be free. Kitari held the proffered frozen snack from B'kay loosely in one hand, unconscious of the puddle forming within the bowl as the treat melted, her eyes darting from one Egg to the next in Lefayeth's Deep Ocean Clutch. Two Eggs had Hatched so far, one from each Clutch, and the Impressions had gone quite smoothly. Still, the goldrider was concerned about how the dragonets might react if they realized there were competitors other than their own Clutchsiblings afoot.
Of all the Eggs, the Prickly Guardian Egg in Gwynevith's Clutch seemed to be rocking with the most fervour, thrashing from side to side so violently that it was almost striking its neighbours. However, it was another of the Deep Ocean Clutch that Hatched next, as the Tidal Pool Egg burst in a sudden shower of shards. If the surrounding Eggs had been conscious of this event, they may have felt indignant at being struck by the gooey pieces of egg shell, but as it was, the Tidal Pool Brown, lying dazed on the sand, was free of such scorn. He was splayed on his back, wings spread out to either side, and his four legs stuck straight up in the air. It was probably a rather comical sight for those candidates not scared out of their wits.
Before the Tidal Pool Brown could come to his own senses and right himself, though, a loud crack resounded nearby, and a blue snout poked itself curiously out of the Stormy Sea Egg. It was a brillant shade of azure blue, quite bold beside its more conservatively coloured shell, and the dragonet who belonged to it seemed to be considering the world before deciding to enter it. Either that, or he was simply taking a break to breathe, of course. The Tidal Pool Brown, which had twitched at the loud cracking sound, craned its neck around to consider this strange protrusion sticking out of the Egg, before beginning to writhe on the ground in an attempt to right himself.
After many squirming attempts and a muffled squeal or two as a wing was inadvertently stepped on, the Tidal Pool Brown was finally on his feet and cautiously making his way over to the Stormy Sea Egg. His hide was a rich sepia brown in colour, though it was caked in sand at the moment, and he had a massive build. Two steps more, and he stuck his snout out, sniffing curiously at the blue nose. A screech of surprise reverberated inside the Stormy Sea Egg, as the nose was quickly yanked back in, and the Egg rolled onto its side. A moment later, the crack widened and split the Egg in half, leaving the azure blue dragonet lying curled in a ball in one of the halves of the shell. The Tidal Pool Brown, who had shied away when the egg fell apart, now took a curious step forward again.
Immediately, the Stormy Sea Blue reared up in his eggshell, flaring his wings and bugling a warning in a high-pitched little voice. The Tidal Pool Brown looked rather taken aback but quickly re-gathered himself and turned his tail on this troublesome Clutchsibling, marching off towards the smell of food.
All those watching the show amongst the Deep Ocean Clutch were likely to miss the Hatching of the Seething Sands Egg, as the occupant finally forced first one clawed foot, and then another, through a gradually widening hole, until the dark bronze had finally squeezed through and lay breathing upon the sands. If the Seething Sands Bronze knew of this slight, he would likely have been highly offended, but the bronze was hardly paying attention to his audience at the moment. As his little nostrils flared, the bronze caught scent of others on the sands, and they were not his kin. With a sharp hiss, the Seething Sands Bronze, a large dragonet with a feline-like stance, pulled himself to his feet and began stalking towards the offending others. This path, of course, was leading him straight towards the candidates.
As the Tidal Pool Brown gradually realized the threat approaching him on the other side of a strange white wall, he, too, began to hiss, his wings swinging open and fanning the air, albeit ineffectively. His tail began to lash, and he bugled a low challenge.
This was too much for the Stormy Sea Blue. Although he wasn't intimidated by the brown and the bronze (truly; he was too proud for that!), he did want to get out of here before a conflict broke out, and his stomach was aching to boot. Thus, he clambered from the shell half he'd been perched in and scuttled quickly towards the far end of the line of candidates. After a moment of perusal, which involved sniffing Kinga's leg and prodding Nymoren sharply, he arrived at his destination.
Tarinmine! Are you paying attention to your Jasth? He is exceptionally hungry and would appreciate leaving this place right away! Are you listening, mine? Yes, your Jasth is real! Look down and see him!
While Jasth had successfully found his, the brown and bronze were still squaring off. As the brown dragonet began moving towards the line of candidates, eyeing Silatar speculatively, the bronze charged forward a short distance before stopping short and hissing again. They were both ravenous, and they knew the white things would provide food, but neither wanted the other to find someone while they might be left alone!
Finally, the Tidal Pool Brown's whirling eyes lit up, and he began to pounce forward in little bounds, forgetting the bronze entirely in his glee. Panicking, the lithe Seething Sands Bronze raced in the same direction, for his mind had also found what it was searching for, and he couldn't let the brown get there first!
Amidst the panic of this mad dash, the Prickly Guardian Egg's dragonet was finally making its triumphant entry, although the onlookers were no doubt looking elsewhere, once again. With a squeal of delight, a brown dragonet spilled out of a hole near the bottom of his Egg, landing in a moist heap on the sands.
While he picked himself up and began to shake himself out, the bronze, with his slightly longer stride, reached the target first. He bowled over Larikev in his haste, for the lad was standing too close to his chosen, and finally came to a halt in front of Willfred.
W'fredmine! Your Ramseth could not allow any other to claim you, for you are his, and he is yours. His voice was full of pride for finding Willfred first. Now that he has found you, however, your Ramseth hungers. This was said more plaintively, with a prod for emphasis.
The brown dragonet had arrived at this point, but the bronze had obviously been mistaken, for the anxious Tidal Pool Brown was leaning down to snuffle at Larikev quite worriedly.
You are hurt, L'kev-mine! Your Parith was not fast enough to protect you. If you survive, mine, will you ever forgive your Parith? A little over-dramatic, perhaps, but the distraught young dragonet was overcome by exhaustion, hunger, and now fear, his moist snout burrowing into Larikev's neck for comfort. Surely his would live?
The Prickly Guardian Brown, meanwhile, was slowly picking his way through the eggs of his Clutch, watching their rocking speculatively. The Shining Mirage Egg had begun to shake with some fervour, while a loud chipping sound was coming from the Shady Evening Egg. Over in the Deep Ocean Clutch, the Foaming Shores Egg was twitching more often now, while the Wave Dancing Egg was only now showing its first signs of movement. Both the Branching Reef Egg and the Barren Earth Egg had yet to show any indication of life.
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Post by meah on Jul 3, 2009 23:58:59 GMT -5
Kelarin knew he was late. The hum hadn't seemed as important at the time as copying down the tithing records from the old weyr. How could they predict the tithes they would be able to get in the future if they didn't have records of what they'd taken in the past? He just didn't want to be distracted, was all.
Unfortunately for him, that was about the point where he recalled the one wrench in that plan. He was a candidate now, too. Which was kind of ungood, in his mind, considering the fact that he was just a wee bit busy, with the whole. Working. Thing. Whatever.
Just to be prepared, in case this happened (which was probably considering the amount of time he spent in the archives), he'd kept a set of white candidates robes in a pile with some old scrolls he'd been meaning to check out when he had the time. He thrust them on, backwards, of course, and took off running toward the hatching grounds.
It was important that he get to the hatching, quickly. That way, if he did get a dragon, he could hurry and get it and the the pair of them could get back to his papers, rather than letting the poor soul roam around waiting for him to get there. That would be pretty shoddy for it, and a horrible thing for him to do.
When he got there, it became apparent he'd been ignoring the hum a bit longer than he'd thought, because there were already some dragons who'd impressed. A few greens, a blue, a brown and a bronze! There was a new bronze among them. It really was too bad that he wasn't here earlier, to keep a record of the dragons and their new people. Or, rather, the people and their new dragons.
Xian knew he was in trouble when his robes weren't there, hanging next to his twin's. That meant Xiarl had already come and gone and was waiting for him. Faranth only knew what kind of trouble he'd be in when he found him.
Rounding the corner to the girls' quarters, he spotted his brother and sighed softly. "Xiarl? I'm sorry I'm a bit late..." He winced, waiting for the blow, be it physical or verbal. Something bad would come out of his brother's mouth, for Xian making them all late for the hatching. He reached for his robes, hoping he could quietly take them.
Xiana was having a bit of trouble with her robes. They were just so confusing to her, as compared to the shift she was used to wearing. They really were awful. Maybe her brothers would help her out. They were always so kind to her.
Glancing out into the hall, they were both there, of course, with Xiarl helping Xian get dressed. He would help her, too, then. Of course, she'd never doubted that he would. He loved her too much not to, and she loved him almost to the point of worship.
She popped out in front of them. "Come on, guys. What're we waiting for? And can I get a little help with these? They're kinda weird."
Xian helped her into them, showing her where those sharding sleeves were (She'd never been able to locate them herself), and off they went, only a wee bit late for the show.
Deep Ocean Clutch Swiftly Swimming Egg Branching Reef Egg – not moving (also known as Tropical Reef Egg?) Deceptive Calm Egg Long Dive Egg Gentle Ripples Egg Rushing Current Egg Stormy Sea Egg – Blue Jasth : Tarin (dodgerblue) Foaming Shores Egg – twitching Tidal Pool Egg – Brown Parith : Larikev (sienna) Wave Dancing Egg – moving slightly Rising Tide Egg – Green Megrath : Riley (green) Breaking Surf Egg
Windy Desert Clutch Barren Earth Egg – not moving Desert Flower Egg Desert Sunset Egg – Green Cleoth : Nicola (limegreen) Rising Thermals Egg Rolling Dunes Egg Serene Oasis Egg Shady Evening Egg – chipping away from the inside Stone Sentinel Egg Endless Sands Egg Cracked Soil Egg Seething Sands Egg – Bronze Ramesth : Willfred (darkgoldenrod) Sleeping Serpent Egg Shining Mirage Egg – shaking Dry Mountain Egg Prickly Guardian Egg – Brown -- : none yet
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