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Post by Journye on Jul 9, 2009 11:54:35 GMT -5
Kyrian couldn't help but stare around himself, watching each dragon as they hatched and impressed. He felt for sure he was getting whiplash from looking between the two clutches, but he didn't care. With it being night the lighting wasn't the best in the cavern, but the glows gave off enough light to sparkle off of the damp hide of the hatchlings.
He watched as one dragon kept coming closer to him and he felt his heart swell with hope, but it wasn't to be as the dragnet shoved past him to reach someone else. He stumbled back and kept his feet just barely. He had seen one person be mauled so far, and even though the Candidatemaster had warned that it could happen, it was still a shock to see.
He knew the boy that was injured and wished to go see if he was ok, but he didn't dare leave his spot in case his dragon was the next to hatch, but he silently promised himself that he would search out Larikev after the hatching was over.
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Post by M'kel on Jul 9, 2009 16:21:26 GMT -5
This was so much more than he had ever expected. It was amazing, breathtaking, and chilling all at once. The dragonets were awkward and intimidating, yet beautiful all the same. Retivor had never imagined that he would ever witness such an incredible event, and he was overcome simply by the honour of it, even if he didn't Impress. And yet that desire, which had started out as a tiny seed, was now blossoming and intoxicating him with its intensity. He wanted one of those dragonets, and he couldn't bear to be left standing.
But it wasn't all a simple series of happy Impressions on the sands, as a bronze and brown bolted and a candidate went down. Retivor squinted down the line, trying to catch sight of the injured candidate and wondering who it was. He was horrified that a fellow candidate may have been injured; those dragonets suddenly didn't look quite as cute and innocent. They were frightened and hungry and weren't aware of how deadly their claws could be…
Healers rushed over, and Retivor caught a glimpse of the lad's face as he turned… It was his friend Larikev! Retivor's mouth fell open in shock, and he found himself watching the other candidate's predicament more than the Hatching for a time. A brown seemed to be hovering near Larikev, and Retivor's distress was appeased slightly by the realization that the lad had Impressed. He couldn't wait to congratulate him, even as he felt a pang of jealousy, and the Healers didn't seem too concerned with the injury at the moment; why, they were even helping him up and off the sands.
That was when Retivor's attention was snatched back to the Hatching dragonets, though he did glance at Larikev's progress on occasion, and he held his breath as a green dragonet passed down the line to where Trilia stood. Unfortunately, it Impressed to a girl beside her, which was too bad, because Trilia really deserved a dragon.
The lad scratched at his collar, made itchy by the white robe and the heat of the sands, and gritted his teeth slightly, anxiety bubbling anew. There seemed to be lots of green dragons in this Clutch… But look there, another lad had Impressed green, and he looked happy. Still, the anonymity of a blue, or a brown, oh, but now he was just being greedy! Any dragon would be wonderful. He loved them all, truly, but that image of Jakri just wouldn't go away.
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Post by thewicked on Jul 9, 2009 16:24:11 GMT -5
A flock of firelizards were perched on a ledge in the Hatching Grounds, watching with interest as their far larger and distant cousins began to hatch on the warm sands. A bronze, clearly the flock leader, had settled himself at the forefront of the flock, staring intensely at the procession below. All of the firelizards were attentive but one, a little brown who looked as if he were falling asleep. A message was sent to the bright blue firelizard who disppeared in between.
Outside on the grounds Delano lounged under the stars. Almost all of the Weyrfolk were gathered in the Hatching Grounds for the big event, which allowed Delano to finally leave the stables and get some fresh air without being questioned or annoyed by some dragonrider. The little blue popped out of between and settled on his stomach, humming sweetly to His. Delano stroked the little blue as the blue related in quick mental images the processions going on inside the Grounds. Delano nodded in thanks and pulled out a bit of dried and salted fish which he gave to the blue flitt. The firelizard gobbled it up and then whizzed off of Delano, disappearing in between once more, returning to his flock.
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Post by Shikai on Jul 9, 2009 16:53:36 GMT -5
Eravrael had entered the hatching sands with the bulk of the other candidates, slipping in in the midst of a crowd. Just like any other except, perhaps, for walking more calmly, not hurrying in, and his face bore not the flush and smile of excitement, but a blank expression tinged with worry. He was once more conscious of the absent weight on his shoulder where Othello should be, and really wished he hadn’t had to tell the spunky bronze to stay elsewhere.
He had been doing nothing at all exciting when the humming call had gone out to the weyr, simply sitting outside and watching the sunset followed by the lovely, darker colors of dusk. The sky was an ever-changing canvas, and one that he never tired of watching. If there was one thing to be said for Eravrael, he never got bored. Not that what he occupied himself with was something others were likely to find interesting, but he never tired of watching the landscape, although it was at times like those that his fingers itched for a canvass to try to replicate the image…paints, needle and thread, he didn’t care as long as it had color.
But he had been snapped out of his thoughts as Othello, previously lying placidly beside him and nuzzling his face into the honey blond hair, tore himself away and began to fly about in a frenzy, a proud hum in his throat that could only have one meaning. Othello had the excitement for the both of them as Eravrael simply glided back to the weyr, changing into his candidate’s robes without hurry and without fuss. The sky was darkening as he entered the hatching caverns at last, and took his place with the others, having bid a temporary farewell to his beloved firelizard.
The queens at least seemed too preoccupied with the hatching of their own clutches to be hissing and angry, to Eravrael’s relief. He would stare at first one clutch for a while, then switch his attention to the other, futile as it was to watch both at once. In truth, he wasn’t too hopeful for his own odds at the hatching. Not that he was really one to be hopeful, per se, although not a pessimist either. At most times, he seemed either unaware or just totally uncaring of his own circumstances. But he did know that this was an important opportunity in his life. As the rocking of the eggs intensified, however, he was beginning to feel more doubtful than anything else. If he couldn’t even get a person to stay with him for any long-term relationship, no matter what he did and what lies he told in an effort to make them happy, how could he attract a dragon, a being who could look into his eyes and see him for what he was, his opinions past the lies?
Maybe it would ruin his chances. Or maybe, just maybe, it would save him. But whatever happened, he was sure his sister would have wanted him to be there. He was, at least, finally doing something right. As the eggs began to hatch, he let himself get lost in the beauty of the splitting shells, emerging dragonets, and rainbow eyes as impression after impression flowed together in the harmony of the hatching.
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Post by Shikai on Jul 9, 2009 16:53:57 GMT -5
The Stone Sentinel Egg began rocking quite steadily, as though sensing that its time to hatch had come at last, when across the sands, the Wave Dancing Egg burst open in a shower of shards. The dragonet swiftly got to his feet as the countless pairs of eyes turned on him, lifting his head proudly. Yes, that surely had been a glorious entrance! It took a large, powerfully built bronze like himself to pull of such a feat, indeed. His primarily color was clearly a classic shade of bronze, but gracing his hide were the most peculiar markings. A large patch of almost golden bronze formed a resemblance to an armor chest plate from long ago on Terra, and the color was also arranged on his head to give him the appearance of wearing a helmet. Golden shin guards were visible on his legs, and as he unfurled his wings, the tops shone with the same lighter shade. He was exceptionally large and bulky in build, detracting a bit from his grace and the beauty of his hide, but for his obvious strength, it was a worthy compromise.
He stood there for a moment, letting the onlookers observe him, but as he turned his head this way and that, he caught sight of an angrily hissing brown dragonet lunging at his obviously fearful blue clutchbrother. Someone had to intervene!
The Wave Dancing Bronze abandoned his fallen egg at once, taking off into a dash across the sands at his top speed. While he lacked nothing in will and power, however, he was not yet used to his young legs, and his undeveloped grace showed as he careened around the sands. He tripped and plunged forward, skidding across the sand and rolling into the Branching Reef Egg. The collision was audible and the egg swayed, but did not crack, and the Wave Dancing Bronze was on his feet again at once, still heading for the confrontation between his siblings. His lashing tail whipped into the Stone Sentinel Egg, jolting it, and as he passed the Shining Mirage Egg, he swerved suddenly into it as he lost his balance, knocking into it with such force that it rolled out of its place on the sands, clear into the Cracked Soil Egg.
Despite the smaller egg’s size, it did not crack due to the collision. The Shining Mirage Egg, however, split and collapsed at once. While many had observed its shaking, it was impossible to discern that the shell had actually been spiderwebbed with countless tiny cracks and faults due to the steady efforts of the dragon inside. The force of the collision did it in, and the Shining Mirage Green emerged from the shell, pulling herself carefully to her feet.
She slowly stretched out her wings, reaching her head back and picking off the worst of the shards with gentle movements. Somewhat small, she was coated in a light, leafy green color, offset by what almost appeared to be tabby feline markings in a more saturated color, running all along her body. Her eyes, as she lifted her head and looked calmly toward the candidates, were especially fetching; wide and somehow enchanting. She moved toward them slowly, but with grace uncommon in a hatchling, picking her way across the sands without the slightest hurry. This was the most important decision in her life, after all, and possibly the most important moment in the life of whomever she chose as her rider, so she certainly wasn’t going to make mistakes! The green looked almost regal as she glided toward the candidates, pulling in her slightly short wings as she carefully made her way around the many shattered eggs.
Meanwhile, the Wave Dancing Bronze had reached his destination at last, quite oblivious to the carnage he had left in his wake. He leapt between the blue and the brown, looking sternly at Parith as he shielded Telmacith.
The shock, however, combined with the reaction of his oblivious rider, was proving to be too much for the young blue. He skirted around behind Mariya’s legs, looking up at her pleadingly with eyes that still shone with impression colors.
No, no, Telmacith’s rider is here! Mariya-mine, you are Telmacith’s! Or…do you perhaps not want him?[/color] He said, eyes whirling in alarm and worry.
In her own good time, the Shining Mirage Green reached the candidates, although she spent quite a while looking up and down the line. Her decision had to be just perfect! After pacing past all the candidates several times, no doubt building up quite the suspense, she turned to Kinga. Her eyes locked on the girl, and she approached, looking her up and down before the rainbows of impression began to set into her eyes.
Kinga, I am certain you are Isith’s rider. I am sorry I made you wait so long, but I had to make sure I didn’t choose the wrong person on accident, you see.[/color]
As the brown and blue finally seemed to resolve their problems, the Wave Dancing Bronze turned and trotted back toward the candidates, quite satisfied with himself. There was no question in his mind who his rider was, and he moved at once to Kyrian, chest swelling with happiness as he locked eyes with his rider.
Ah, hello mine! Your Herculith had some important duties to attend to, but he is here for you now! And very hungry, I might add…would you be so good as to feed him?[/color]
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Post by Journye on Jul 10, 2009 11:52:55 GMT -5
Kyrian couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the bronze's appearance into the world, and he couldn't blame him for his proud posture after wards. He shook his head as he watched the large hatchling make his way toward the blue and brown who seemed to be having some sort of argument.
He smiled to himself and turned his attention to scan the two clutches again, watching the rocking eggs to see which would hatch next. He was so caught up in the wonder and beauty of it all that for a moment he forgot he was standing there to impress one of the beautiful creatures. And it wasn't until he heard the strong voice in his mind that he remembered.
Ah, hello mine! Your Herculith had some important duties to attend to, but he is here for you now! And very hungry, I might add…would you be so good as to feed him?[/color]
He looked around to see if the person next to him had spoken, his brow arched slightly until he looked down. He was silent for a long moment and he knew that his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't help it because there in front of his was the most handsome dragon on all of Pern, or at least thats what he thought.
He knelt down and hesitantly reached out a hand to touch the bronze's neck, almost afraid he would disappear when he touched him. He felt a laugh in his mind as the bronze shook his wings.
I am not going anywhere mine own. But, could you please stare while I'm eating?[/color] Herculith asked his rider, nuzzling against K'yan's hand lovingly. Kyrian, no he was K'yan now, smiled and nodded. "Of course, I'm sorry Herculith. Lets go get you some food," he said as he stood, leading the bronze toward the food, steadying him when stumbled, still getting used to his legs.
K'yan couldn't have stopped smiling if he wanted to. He had actually impressed and a bronze at that! He couldn't controll himself any longer and let out a whoop of joy, jumping into the air. He didn't care if people stared, this was one of the happiest days of his life.
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Post by Kitari on Jul 10, 2009 16:19:42 GMT -5
What chaos that proud yet clumsy bronze dragonet had caused upon the sands! The Branching Reef Egg was shuddering most unpleasantly from the blow, and a dent was visible in the side of the Stone Sentinel Egg where the bronze's sweeping tail had met with an already weak point in the shell. The Cracked Earth Egg had stilled noticeably in protest at the treatment, rocking only every once in a while now before pausing, as if listening to see if another disturbance would come. The Endless Sands Egg, meanwhile, was happily thrashing away, with rivulets forming near the top, and the Dry Mountain Egg had begun to pulse along one side, where the dragonet within was obviously concentrating its efforts.
It was the Stone Sentinel Dragonet who took most advantage of the bronze's passage, however, for that dent in the shell was soon pierced by a set of silvery claws. The claws scrabbled away at the shell for some time, chipping pieces away and gradually breaking off larger and larger chunks, until two legs were able to push through. A head and torso followed shortly, until the entire Stone Sentinel Green stood free of her shell. She shook herself vehemently, sending pieces of shell flying to stick to surrounding eggs, then stumbled to the side, suddenly dizzy. She leaned against the Desert Flower Egg for support, before pushing off and beginning to slink towards the candidates. Her hide was a beautiful emerald colour, streaked through with minute lines of black, and she was quite large for a green.
Before she could get far, attention was drawn once more to the Deep Ocean Clutch, where the Deceptive Calm Egg, which had barely shaken at all thus far, suddenly exploded. Or, at least, the side of it did. It seemed that the dragonet within had been concentrating on one area of the shell only, thus the typical rocking and thrashing was not necessary. As this royal blue dragonet proudly unfolded himself from his cramped position and slipped out of the remainder of his shell, however, he caught his shoulder on a wickedly sharp edge that had been left near the top of the egg when a large piece was broken off. Screeching in pain, the blue lunged forward, thinking he was being attacked, and further embedded the sharp edge into his shoulder. The fragment broke from the shell but remained lodged where it was, ichor beginning to pool around the edges and drip down to the sand.
Mad with pain and fear, the Deceptive Calm Blue hurled himself against the Branching Reef Egg. Although this egg had survived the bronze's attack whole, it was not so lucky this time, and the side of the egg was squashed inward. A muffled cry came from within, as the Deceptive Calm Blue stumbled off. His frantically whirling eyes locked onto the white line, and he knew that something there could help him be rid of the pain. He stumbled forward, his left leg not working too well with the shard rammed into his shoulder, and charged into the candidates. It didn't take him long to bowl Aren right over, and the frantic blue scrambled around on top of the candidate for a moment before realizing that this wasn't right.
Falling off of Aren and onto his side, the blue creeled again, his wing now caught underneath him, and cast his head around desperately. There! There!
N'oren-mine! Your Ajath has been attacked! Save him, mine-own! Your Ajath is afraid! These pleas were accompanied by more creels of pain, as the blue struggled to rise again. The pain just wouldn't go away, and he was exposed to another attack!
The Stone Sentinel Green had frozen at the sound of the injured blue's screams, and she had remained so throughout the blue's wild charge and Impression. Now, she crept slowly forward, eyes whirling curiously and in a mirror of his pain. Suddenly, she darted forward and burrowed her head into Eravrael's stomach, whimpering.
Why does the little one hurt, mine? Will your Sekheth hurt as well? The fear filling in the air was clearly affecting the green dragonet as well, and she looked hopefully up into her new rider's eyes. You will not let that happen, will you mine?[/color]
The Branching Reef Egg, which had gone still after having its side dented in, suddenly began twitching with true urgency, and the dented shell pulsed outward before giving way entirely. A dark blue tumbled out and wiggled around for a bit until he gained his feet, but as soon as he was standing, he was off again, straight for the line. Very small for a blue with a hide the colour of a twilight sky, he nonetheless scampered immediately to the line of candidates and didn't even hesitate. Straight to Aren he went, creeling with distress, for he had felt his's pain, even within the shell. There had been no more time to delay his Hatching, not with his in danger outside.
A'mor-mine! Your Achilleth will not let that one hurt you anymore! With that, he turned on the other blue dragonet, baring his little pointed teeth and growling, a fierce little warrior in defense of his lifemate.
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Post by katalina on Jul 10, 2009 17:40:48 GMT -5
Kinga watched the Hatching in awe, reveling in the beauty and chaos. The hatchlings were so cute, but some of them showed signs of the regal dragons they would become. She winced at the injuries, but nothing looked fatal, and what would a Hatching be without danger? Her mouth was half-open as she stared at the two fighting dragonets, but she looked away for a moment when more eggs hatched. They revealed a pretty green and a bronze.
She started to look back at the brown and blue, but it seemed like they were done with their fight. Kinga glanced back at the green, and realized with a start that the dragonet was sailing towards her. Kinga, I am certain you are Isith’s rider. I am sorry I made you wait so long, but I had to make sure I didn’t choose the wrong person on accident, you see.[/color] A melodic voice rang in her head, and Kinga was speechless as she looked into Isisth's shimmering eyes.
Finally, this headstrong girl had been humbled by a dainty green dragonet. Kinga finally regained her wits and laughed, giving Isisth a gentle hug. "It feels pretty right to me, Isisth," she said with a grin. "Now, you must be hungry. Let's get you fed." She started leading Isisth away, but then Isisth heard the blue's distressed cries and whirled around.
Oh no! Poor Ajath! Can we help? I don't want to leave him like that,[/color] she said, eyes whirling with a bit of orange with alarm. Kinga shook her head, firmly steering Isisth towards the food. We can't do anything. The Healers will take care of him, and you can check up on him when gets over here, okay?
All right, I suppose,[/color] Isisth agreed reluctantly, following her rider to the food. She was hungry, and she would just have to trust the Healers with her clutcbrother.
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Post by B'kay on Jul 10, 2009 19:06:25 GMT -5
Gaylen was about to gently protest that she could easily handle helping L'kev to the sidelines, when another boy went down into the sands. Thus, she simply smiled, and allowed K'l'sran to help the new Weyrling, calling after them softly, "Once that young one is fed full, the leg does need to be looked at more carefully. It may need a stitch or two, and I don't want to take any chances...."
Even as she spoke, she was turning toward Xian. The boy hadn't seemed to fall hard, but he was still lying on the hot sands, not moving. This wasn't good ... if he didn't get scalded, he was liable to dehydrate.
She unhooked a water flask from her belt, and bent toward the boy. "Young fellow? Xian?" she hoped she got his name correct ... she really hadn't gotten to know this group of candidates the way she usually liked to. She poured some water into her hand, and patted his face gently, hoping to revive him. Had he hit his head?
Gaylen glanced around for strong bodies, in case she might have to have him carried from the sands....
At that moment, a dragonet cried out in pain, and Gaylen turned, startled, seeking the source. Shards, why did it always seem like one of the better healers in the Weyr Impressed at every hatching...?
Speaking of whom ... she glanced back the way she'd come for just a moment, seeking out Mariya, hoping to find her feeding her new young blue.
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Post by B'kay on Jul 10, 2009 19:43:16 GMT -5
C'train and Rhobith had settled on an upper tier, above a section of the stands which were not heavily populated. They were not far from one end of the line of candidates, and it just happened that they had a very clear view of the little blue hatchling who had injured his shoulder.
As the young one creeled, seeking out His with a desperation, Rhobith's eyes whirled with alarm.
He hurts, Mine, he is in great distress!
C'train scanned the Sands for the healers. Gaylen was busy with a boy who was lying on his back in the sands, and K'l'ssran was tending the boy who'd been trampled. The young girl who gathered herbs had bonded to a blue, though she seemed a bit dazed and distracted. Where were the other healers?
You can help him, Mine! You have tended many injured beasts, and though dragons are hardly beasts like others, we wound and ooze as they do.
C'train didn't argue, for it seemed there was no other option. He hopped from tier to tier, picking his way around onlookers, some of whom muttered in concern over the crying hatchling, till he hit the hot sands. It seemed not all that long ago he was looking into the eyes of his own beautiful young brown dragon, and his heart went out to the boy and his blue.
As he reached the pair, he bent toward the dragonet, but looked up to catch the new rider's eyes. "I'm C'train, Beastmaster. Maybe I can help till a dragonhealer can tend to him properly. Can you ask him to shift so I can see the wound?"
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