Fire-lizard hatching!

[maiwolf]

B’oone didn’t know what he was doing when he decided to go and steal some fire-lizard eggs. Let’s face it, fire-lizards were very easy to train—once they aged a bit—and could carry messages faster than people on foot. And he though he was fine with waiting for messages to arrive that way, sometimes, but other times he wanted the messages to arrive quickly. Of course, this did not happen with certain runners, and so B’oone often got mad.

Like today.

B’oone was positively fuming over the fact that the Candidate that had been sent to run an errand for him—a measly five minutes of work—was not back yet. B’oone stood up and slammed his hands on the table, rage coursing through him. “That’s it! I’m going to go get some fire-lizard eggs!” He cried, though no one was currently in the Records room, so no one could hear him. No one except for Brennanth, who was laying on the Sunning Heights. How will you do that? B’oone smiled, and snapped his fingers together, “I shall go to the South and get some eggs.”

Brennanth sent a picture of the horrible Southern contraptions that could skewer dragons alive. B’oone brushed off the thought, “We’ve been to places that have none of those contraptions. Besides, all we need to do is travel to a beach.” B’oone grinned. Brennanth huffed.

An hour later, B’oone squatted down behind a large rock on the Southern beaches. He watched the Gold fire-lizard keeping a strict eye on her eggs. “Okay, dragon, do you remember what you’re supposed to do?” B’oone asked, knowing his dragon knew, but had to ask anyway. I come into view, the fire-lizards disperse. Sure, do you want me to bark like a canine?[/b] Seriously, B’oone was wearing off on Brennanth… finally. B’oone smiled, “Sure, whatever you need to get the queen away from her nest.

Turns out, all the great Bronze had to do was step out. Half of the fire-lizards disappeared between, and B’oone launched himself from his hiding place, stooped over the eggs, and grabbed six of them before the Gold figured out what he was doing and dive-bombed at him. B’oone covered his head and raced away; frowning at the fact that he hadn’t grabbed the Queen egg, too. But at least he had gotten the eggs. Slinging himself neatly onto Brennanth’s back, the dragonrider raised a hand and cried, “To the North!”

Three days later. Mid-day.

The eggs had been hardening in front of the largest hearth in the kitchens—though out of the way, so even the best eyes could not spot them. Every three hours or so the duty of watching and turning the eggs fell to another drudge or cook. The cook in charge of watching them did not, at first, notice the shaking until she was turning an egg and it shook in her hands. She leapt back, surprised, and then called for B’oone before moving the eggs into the open. B’oone, knowing what that call meant, hurried to where he guessed Illayria would be—the lake with Astoth—and grabbed her hand childishly. When she started to protest, he grinned, “No, you’ll want to come.”

He led Illayria to the kitchens, and stood his Weyrmate in front of the hearth that held the eggs. He kindly dismissed the cook, and picked up an egg he had set aside for her. “Here, this one is yours. They’re hatching!” He said, smiling. He hadn’t told her about the eggs because he had wanted them to be a surprise. ’Brennanth, tell only a select few people that fire-lizard eggs are hatching in the kitchens.’ Brennanth happily did so.

Note, the ‘select few people’ is anyone who wants to join this thread. I wasn’t going to have B’oone say ‘tell everyone there’s five fire-lizard eggs and they’re first-come first-serve’… which isn’t true.

Eggs:
Blue-green egg ; Green Target to B'oone
Silver egg ; Green _____ to Bryloria
Magenta egg ; Blue Arrow to Illayria
Brown egg ; Brown _____ to Kirnin
Mottled Brown egg ; Green Dove to K'sor
Mottled blue egg ; Bronze Ruki to T'yir

[stolenhart]

Sorry dear I best go see what he is so excited about. I'll finish later, Ilayria sent her dragon as she was dragged away. She had decided to humor him and had remained silent until he lead her to the kitchen. She found herself placed in front of the hearth and suddenly an egg was in her hands. "Fire-lizard eggs?", she asked skeptically wondering what in the world had driven him to go find a clutch. "Really? B'oone", flitts were a sign of the lazy south that they would make animals carry messages for them when a human was just as good at it, albeit slower.

Oh be quiet. I want one and now you have one. Hatch it out for me, Astoth commanded her rider gently forcing all her rider's misgiving thoughts away. Happy thoughts now rider, happy thoughts, the gold urged her rider. "Thanks", Ilayria gave her Weyrmate a brief smile and took a chair at the table, leaning over to grab a small bowl of chopped up meat. The egg in her hand was shaking gently, hopefully it would Hatch. How B'oone had managed to sneak eggs into the Weyr under her nose was a mystery but she would find out one day.

[saidaltam]

Barely three steps into the Weyr, and her brothers were fighting again. Kirnin was in no mood to deal with it. As Trevan and Kalley bickered noisily about where, exactly, they ought to go to present themselves, she sighed and took off to go look for someone who might have some advice. There was no point whatsoever in waiting for them to resolve their nonsense. It wouldn't be resolved until, as usual, she resolved it for them.

Ignoring the pair entirely, Kirnin walked swiftly and quietly toward a rather chipper rider, who seemed to be chatting brightly--and out loud--with the air, which she could only assume meant he was speaking with his dragon. "...firelizard eggs? From Southern? You'll be giving me a ride to the kitchens post haste, then, and I don't care if your bubbling blue friend doesn't like it!"

Firelizard eggs? Here? In the kitchens? Well, now, if that didn't sound like the strangest thing, and something Kirnin was of no mind to pass up! The lower caverns weren't hard to spot, being one of the few doors at the bowl level, and personally, Kirnin supposed it was pure laziness on the rider's part that he wasn't just walking over, but that hardly seemed like her problem, and she made haste across the bowl, toward the large doorway that looked the likeliest candidate for the lower caverns. Once there, she pushed the doors open and slipped quietly inside.

It was just fortunate for her that the lower caverns' layout wasn't that unlike the layout of the kitchens of the holds, or she'd likely have gotten lost, but as it was, she just kept walking toward the warmest part of the area until she discovered the kitchens, which was a relatively easy feat. Relatively quietly, she slipped inside, lingering just within the door and watching the young woman and the older man--and the eggs assembled with them--with intent curiosity.

[phlysolo]

It was probably not surprising that the Senior Weyrleader's bronze chose to call upon the Junior Weyrwoman's dragon. Nyonth rose from the light slumber she'd been having, sunning comfortably on the ledge of her Weyr, to relay the message to her rider. The gold had been mildly unhappy to have been roused, but the dragon figured that Bry would be interested in obtaining a firelizard for herself, despite them being "Southern trash." They were adorable no matter what they were associated.

Instead of whining about how useless they are, why don't you try to change their image into something more...Northernly. Nyonth said sleepily, feeling the mental resistance Brylorea offered when she thought of Impressing a lizard.

Perhaps I could, Nyonth. I'll see if I can get the attention of one of those little mongrels, Brylorea mentally replied to her large, golden charge. Laying the food supply charts that she was to be reviewing down for the time being, Brylorea decended down from her weyr to the kitchens were Brennanth said the gathering would be.

As she could have guessed, B'oone and Ilayria were already in attendance, the Senior Goldrider with an Egg shaking in her hands. Sizing the Weyrleader up for the first time since he'd won Atoth's Flight, Brylorea wondered just what kind of leader he'd be. If he thought stealing down to the South to snatch up as many of those useless Eggs as he could was worthwhile to their cause, then perhaps Atoth chose the wrong bronze. She forced her face into a cool smile, nodding to the Weyrleaders.

"Good day, Ilayria, B'oone. A pleasure to see you both and to receive such an exciting message from my Nyonth. I trust that Atoth and Brennanth are doing well?" Brylorea said politely, making idle conversation with the two only people in the Weyr who outranked her. Okay, so she was a little jealous. Even now, Nyonth showed no signs of Rising...

"What a lovely bunch of Eggs," She began, striding her long legs closer to the rocking bunch, inspecting them. "Six, I see. How'd you...aquire them, Weyrleader?"

For the time being, she wasn't entirely interested in listening to his answer, but to watch the Eggs Hatch.

[dragonfire]

K'sor had heard about the eggs and expressed his interest, but he was surprised when he was actually invited to the Hatching. He supposed it was because he was a Harper. Flitts could be trained to sing, and that would be entertaining. He could also keep in touch with the Harper Hall by flitt messaging.

Fortunately, Tafelth was asleep when the hatching began, so K'sor didn't feel too bad about leaving him alone. He hurried to the kitchen, knowing how fast a flitt hatching could go.

He nodded a polite greeting to the Weyrleaders and grabbed a bowl of meat, ready for the eggs to start hatching. He took up a position beside a young woman he didn't recognize, probably a candidate.

[kat]

Of course if there was something to be had-and something rare to the North, at that!-Amaylia would want to be there to try and acquire it. She hadn't impressed more than a couple of days ago, to her lovely Kynoath. The green had not lost any of her 'queenly airs'. She was everything a green 'ought to be'. Her attitude belied her small stature, as if she were a gold trapped inside the frame of her green body. She was an unusual shade of green, but it was lovely in its own rights. It was a dark green, like swamp-water. Amaylia thought she was the most beautiful dragon in the Weyr-but of course!

Kynoath slunk in first, head held high and regally, briefly glancing at all those who were there. Hrmph, was all she 'said', however, glancing back over her shoulder expectantly as Amaylia entered, surreptitiously casting her eyes about at her 'competition'. She wouldn't be in the least impressed if she didn't procure one of these creatures for her own. How unfitting would that be? She was here, and she wanted one. They are inferior to you, Kynoath purred to hers, and then, if these silly kin of mine do not choose you, they are not worthy of you to begin with! She lashed her tail back and forth, eying the eggs of the tiny creatures that had begun to rock.

Amaylia only smiled a half-smile that was barely perceptible. It was true, though. If these creatures had any sense they would impress those most worth their time, right? Well, she felt she was worth that time. She made her way closer to the front for a better view, pleased to see that at least she wouldn't have that long to wait. She didn't like waiting, and that was the truth of it. She urged the tiny creatures to hurry and hatch out, wondering what colors would come from their shells. She didn't think any of them were large enough to hold gold, but no matter. She had a green, and they were superior in many ways.

Of course we are! Kynoath retorted, tone full of righteous indignation. Golds can not even flame, and they are slow and unruly, and bossy, and-

~Quite enough, my lovely. You don't have to tell me what I already know.~ Amaylia still couldn't help but suppress a chuckle. It was true...golds were inferior to greens.

~~~~~~

But T'yirmine, I want to see them!

The brown had been pleading incessantly since they'd gotten word there was a clutch of flitt eggs in the North, and T'yir was starting to wear down. Still, he protested, resolve weakening, "Biroth, they're flitts. They're just pesky critters who are like you-but stupider. Why do you want me to risk going there and impressing to something I'll have to feed, and care for? I've already got you, why do you want me to get one of those silly things?" Still, he hadn't been debating it earlier. Biroth was slowly wearing him down, and they both knew it.

I can take care of it, mine! I want a little kin-not-mine to play with! The precocious and 'pleasantly plump' brown half waddled up to his rider, looking up at him with his head cocked to the side. T'yir sighed...what could he possibly say to that? He fumed mildly inside, but Biroth was really, really hard to resist. So, muttering a string of curses under his breath, he finally caved.

"All right, Bi. But the second that 'kin of yours' decides to cause more trouble than its worth, either it becomes your responsibility or it can find someone else." Biroth looked hurt, and then sent mournfully, you would send the kin-not-mine away?

T'yir closed his eyes and smacked his forehead, and then retorted,
"probably not. But don't let it go to your silly head! Do you want to see them or not? They're hatching right about now..."

Biroth gave a dragonet bugle, and then immediately headed out the door, running as fast as his rotund little frame would allow. It wasn't that fast, and he nearly tripped himself up several times, but they got there in time.

Oh mine! Look there! They are to hatch! The brown exclaimed, trying to sit up taller to see. T'yir led him right up front, scowling at the sight of all the eggs. Just lovely-there had to be a selection. Still, Biroth's excitement and overwhelming hopefulness that he would impress one for him to 'play with' was catching. Maybe it wouldn't hurt for the brown to have a 'playmate'...no matter how useless and annoying the thing ended up being. It would make his dragonet happy, so it had to be worth it...right?

[maiwolf]

It was not strange for the egg that Illayria held in her hands to hatch first. The egg, secured by her hands, had a hard time hatching, but it wasted no time in cracking open lengthwise. The little fire-lizard that fell out of the egg--hatching goo and all--was undeniably a blue. His bright little form was light blue, a very bright light blue. Vibrant, almost. He creeled for food, wanted it, and didn't care who he got it from.

The next egg to hatch was the mottled brown egg. It was a smaller egg, but that did not stop the little fire-lizard inside from making its appearance known. The egg burst into a multitude of fragments, the small shards showering the other eggs. The green inside the egg tumbled out in a slightly less-disgusting mixture of goo. This green was a very dark green, almost black, she was so dark. She trudged toward the closest person in her small line of sight--K'sor. She was hungry, and she demanded food!

[note: Once I'm done with the hatching, I shall send you all a small personality and appearance pm. You may touch up on it as you see fit, or not use it at all, I don't care.]

[kat]

That one is of my color, Kynoath pointed out, and then, curling her tail about her forepaws, only it is not as pretty as I am.

Amaylia noted that the eggs were all smaller, and didn't seem to contain a gold amongst them. Even the Weyrwoman got a blue. She narrowed her eyes and then looked over to Kynoath.~I would rather a chance at a gold or a bronze, love. Is there much point being here if we know gold is not even amongst these?~

Kynoath gave a gesture very much akin to a shrug, then sent, why you want a silly gold of these is beyond me. Do as you wish, mine. Amaylia nodded, stepping back towards the back so they could watch. She would wait for bigger eggs, and a better chance at bronze or gold. Still, she sent by way of explanation, ~these distant kin of yours-they can be trained to carry things. The larger they are, the bigger the things they can carry. Besides, if they are so rare here, think of what having a gold or bronze will mean for us!~ she added, tone decided.

So, the pair stayed back out of curiosity, to await the shot at a gold egg. If the Weyrleader could get some, he could yet get more. She'd gotten a green dragon and she was pleased with that. Still, part of her longed for the prestige that came with having gold. Firelizards were rare here...she wanted one for the use of one...and for the prestige that would come with having a rarer color of an already rare creature.

~~~~~~

Biroth's excitement was nearly overwhelming. See there, the Weyrwoman and that other has impressed! They are so tiny, mine! I hope you impress one, very much. I want one too!

The notion of Biroth 'wanting one' was rather bemusing. Insofar as things went, dragons could not impress firelizards. So, it seemed, Biroth wanted T'yir to impress one 'for them'. He was certainly a strange brown dragonet, that was for sure. He seemed completely fascinated by these 'firelizards'. No matter what his bonded wanted, he would want one. There would be no end to it, T'yir knew, if he didn't get one. So, he would just stay closer by and try. He decided to up his chances, taking a chunk of meat from the bowl. They wanted food, right? Better luck to him, maybe, if they knew he had some.

Oh, how wise of you, T'yirmine! They will want meat, like I did when I first came out. You are so smart, mine. It is a grand idea! T'yir turned a bit more crimson, and sent back, ~Calm down a bit, Biroth. Anyone could know they'd want food...

Yes, but only mine took some beforehand to entice them! Biroth sounded full of pride, and almost...smug. That was new. The dragonet was not usually smug on his own behalf. T'yir had to smirk wryly at that, waiting with his hand slightly away from himself, so those silly creatures would get the idea that he had food on him.

[stolenhart]

The egg in her hand cracked lengthwise and out spilled a very pale blue who creeled pitifully for someone, anyone to feed him. Not wanting a flitt ended just as the little creature turned to Ilayria and creeled. She couldn't pass the poor creature off on someone else not when he so obviously needed her. Weakling, Astoth smirked in her rider's mind as Ilayria gave the flitt a tiny bit of food. It swallowed the piece whole and creeled for more. Ilayria was only too happy to oblige him. "So what shall I name you little one?", she asked, stroking the back of the flitt's head between feeding it tiny bits. I like Lil'Astoth, the dragon offered. No dear, we cannot name him after you. How about Arrow?. The gold took a moment to think about it before replying I guess that will work for you. I'll still call him little me myself, the dragon promised. "Arrow", Ilayria said to the flitt who turned to chirp then opened his mouth wide for another bite. "Well then Arrow it is".

[phlysolo]

Two firelizards already, Brylorea saw with a small smile, in spite of what she thought about the little lizards in general. They looked healthy and strong and, if Brylorea had guessed their origins, she would have of course said the North. The blue and green Impressed off, the blue going to the woman who held his quivering Egg while the green went to one of the new Weyrlings. The junior Weyrwoman nodded, her smiling widening slightly in amusement, her mind wandering back to Nyonth's own Hatching and thought that if this was what those from beyond /between/ saw if they so choose to watch Hatchings from time to time.

Well, looking out at those already Impressed wouldn't get her one, Brylorea thought, turning her attention from the baby firelizards and back to the shaking Eggs. She felt Nyonth sleepily touch her mind and figured that the great gold was watching the Hatching herself through Brylorea's eyes.

They're quite small. Why haven't you gotten one yet? That silver Egg is pretty. It would go well with my hide. Nyonth said, holding in a mental yawn.

The junior Weyrwoman smiled affectionately, and responded to her beast, "Indeed, they're small, but silver and gold don't really go all that well together. I'd say more of a nice scarlet. Too bad Eggs don't vary in color too much, love."

Nyonth didn't respond, but rumbled quietly in her weyr, closing her eyes again and waiting patiently for Brylorea to make Impression with whatever flit decided to come her way...if any would at all.

[maiwolf]

B'oone grinned at the Junior Weyrwoman, "These here are pure Southern fire-lizard eggs. You don't want to know why I got them, because let's just say some candidate won't be getting high remarks from me, but I will say that I got very annoyed." His grin turned into a full-blown smile when the other eggs started rocking.

The first egg to hatch was the mottled blue one. This one, though blue in color, was, by far, the largest. It cracked on one side, as if the fire-lizard inside was throwing its weight on only that side. The fire-lizard came tumbling out, leaving a semi-unbroken eggshell behind. The small lump was undeniably a Bronze. It's hide was a deep, pure Bronze. It was hard to tell if it had a sheen yet.

The Bronze lay on his side for a second before lifting his head and wondering where the food was. Then, almost laboriously, he climbed onto his feet and made a mad dash for the closest food source. He ran, helter-skelter, towards T'yir.

Two more eggs hatched. One of the eggs, the Brown egg, was no longer in existence. The small Brown (no surprise, huh... brown egg, brown hatchling?) hatchling inside it had burst through the shell, and all that was left was small pieces of it. The Brown was large, but it was a very pale brown color. It creeled softly for food, and then its cry grew louder. It fairly screeched. Then it turned its head to Kirnin, who seemed to hold some sort of meat scent around her.

The other egg to hatch was the Silver egg. Out of it fell a dainty little green fire-lizard. She had fallen funny, and her wing was caught up underneath her. No matter how hard she tried, wherever she scrabbled, she clawed her wings. One wing was clawed nearly to shreds. She flew into panic, and, along with being excrutiatingly hungry, she was also in excrutiating pain! She keeled, and looked toward Bryloria for help. She wanted no more pain, and no more hunger!

The last egg was a little slow on the uptake that the eggs were hatching. It wobbled there for a minute, grew still, and then, as if suddenly realizing what was happening, the green burst from the top of it as if shooting out like a star. It sped, with no apparent weakness from its hatching, straight toward a food source. That food source happened to be Illayria feeding little Arrow. However, before she could reach Illayria, a new source entered her line of scent, and she stopped, and raced right into B'oone's hand. B'oone smiled, his eyes wide, "Never thought I'd Impress." He said, and fed her food one chunk at a time. "Arrow?" He asked, Illayria, "Fine then, I'll name this little gal Target." That name made Brennanth snort with laughter.

[dragonfire]

One of the eggs shattered open, spraying shards everywhere. The green inside was very dark. K'sor grinned when she walked up to him. "Hungry?" He asked, handing her a piece of meat. She gobbled it up greedily, devouring it in seconds. K'sor provided another, and another, until the green seemed to be sated.

Using what he knew about firelizards, K'sor sent her feelings of love and affection, running a finger along her dark hide. She chirped and looked up at him, eyes going rainbow for a moment. K'sor smiled, sighing in contentment as he felt a very small version of Impression.

"Hmm, what to name you?" He wondered aloud, transferring the green to his shoulder, where he began to doze off. "Dove," he decided. A symbol of peace and beauty, perfect for his little green.

[saidaltam]

Kirnin positively scooped the creeling little baby up, tutting softly and snatching up a hunk of meat which she supposed, like as not, was properly intended for some meal or other, but the hatchling needed it more, and anyhow, there were plenty of herdbeasts, if it was intended for a meal, and if it wasn't, then excellent. Tearing a small bit of meat off, she popped it into the hatchling's mouth. "Hush, now," she admonished softly. "You're being fed, and carrying on won't get you fed any faster." The firelizard creeled softly again, but it was much less piteous, this time. "Little baby," she tisked, offering him a bit more food. Before terribly long, the hatchling was plump with food, no longer whining, and curled up in her palms, his thin tail twisted around her wrist.

Kirnin smiled, holding the hatchling possessively against her stomach, considering what she might call him, before it actually sank in that she was probably in exalted company, and she took a small step backwards, giving her superiors a little room while she thought. He was an adorable little thing, and so sturdy, too. "What shall I call you, little baby?" she murmured softly to him. The sleeping firelizard shifted against her, but did not reply.

[kat]

Amaylia was rather disappointed to see that there was actually a bronze in the clutch. The rest had been predictable-just a bunch of blues and greens, one brown...though it was a larger one. She consoled herself over the loss of that bronze by telling herself that gold was bigger, and what she'd wanted most, anyhow. Still, she eyed the boy with the bronze enviously-she'd made a miscalculation assuming there were only smaller flitts to be had. She didn't like admitting to that, though, so instead she grew irate.

You wanted a silly gold. Why do you care if that boy got a bronze? It is a bronze, not a gold, pointed out Kynoath, glancing over at T'yir momentarily before looking back at hers. Hers could be so confusing at times! Then, she was not a dragon. Dragons made sense-well, ones like herself, anyhow.

She yawned, displaying her rows of pointed teeth, and then pawed Amaylia's leg. Can we go now? There is nothing more to see here, mine. I wish for food. You will feed me, yes? Apparently Kynoath didn't want to stick around any longer, and nor did Amaylia. So, with that, they stalked out and headed for where the food would be kept.

~~~~~~

T'yir felt rather silly standing there with his hand slightly outstretched, waiting for one of these pointless little creatures to come his way. ~Just remember, I did this for you, Biroth. Not because I want one....~ he sent, tone sulky. Why, oh why, did Biroth have to become intrigued with the idea of a firelizard playmate? Still, they were interesting enough-if you liked that sort of thing. They were rather tiny...and completely useless little leeches, T'yir reminded himself. A true Northerner, he had been raised to believe that firelizards were pointless, a drain on their owners and without point. Still, he was curious, admittedly. If they were so useless and such a drain on society...why did all the Southerners look at having them as something good? Why had B'oone brought them here?

He was pondering this when Biroth all but squealed, he is like me! Oh, mine, look at him! T'yir blinked curiously, and looked to see a larger brown firelizard, who did not come their way, but went to a girl. Biroth mournfully watched with apparent wistfulness as it did so, and sent, but, but...I wanted that one! T'yir tried not to smile, but nonetheless, in the next instant, he felt a strong feeling of hunger. He glanced at Biroth, but it had not come from his brown, and he was downright confused. Then, it clicked, and he looked down to see a bronze firelizard had hatched, and was staring up at him, trying to claw its way up his leg to get at the meat in hand.

"Shards and shells, happy now, Biroth?" he cursed. He picked the thing up, sitting down and putting it on his lap while trying to avoid its flailing wings, tail and those pointed little claws, hissing between his teeth as he grabbed more meat and began to feed the thing. Biroth was elated.

Mine, you got one for your Biroth! the dragonet bugled, running over and putting his head directly on the lap that the newly hatched bronze was on. The thing paid him no attention whatsoever, however, and continued to stuff its face.

"Yeah, yeah. Now I'm stuck with it. Hope you're happy," he said, trying to fill his tone with scorn and sarcasm. Obviously, both were lost on Biroth. He simply seemed to be grinning a large dragonet grin, as his tail wagged back and forth on the floor like a canine, and he replied joyously, I am very happy, mine! What will you call him? he asked, looking up at his expectantly.

T'yir hadn't accounted for the fact that if he got one of these things he'd have to actually name it to boot. He hadn't ever named anything, not even a dog. What on Pern was he supposed to name it? He looked about the room, trying to get some idea from his surroundings. Still, it made his head hurt, trying to think up something. Did it even matter what he called it? Biroth answered this as if he'd read his bonded's mind-which he sort of had, and said solemnly, pick something nice, mine. He did not get to come with a name like us.

Well, that did it. T'yir sighed, and bit his lower lip as he ran a hand through his hair, thinking harder. "Urm...how about Ruki? Like Rukbat...but not?" It sounded silly to him, but nonetheless, Biroth seemed to approve wholeheartedly. That is a very good name, mine! Hello little Ruki. I am Biroth, your friend and playmate.

'Ruki', as he'd been dubbed, ignored the brown, continuing to eat. Biroth didn't seem to notice, though. He was staring in adoration at the tiny bronze, and T'yir sighed. What had he gotten himself into?

[phlysolo]

The Eggs Hatched in a frenzied flurry of movement, just, she thought, like a Hatching of dragons would go. A brown and bronze freed themselves from their shells so quickly that Brylorea didn't have time to respond to the Weyrleader before they went tumbling around for food and comfort. Her eyes had focused, momentarily, on the brown, thinking his coloring would go quite nicely with Nyonth's hide, when the silver Egg she had her eye on moments before burst open. The lizard creeled and rolled and tumbled. And her dainty green little body got tangled up in a mess of wings.

Try as she might to right herself, she only served to make a mess out of her barely drying wings. Her sharp little talons shredded easily through her wings and, Bryloera winced unconsciously, remembering a dragonet at Nyonth's own Hatching who'd had the same thing done to him. Finally, she managed to free herself, shrieking with agony. She was panicked and hurting and launched herself into the air, using her good wing to its limit. Brylorea could tell by the way the good wing jerked backwards that she'd strained it pretty bad in her effort to get off the table and to food...

What she couldn't immediately tell was where the little lizard was going. Certainly, /betweening/ herself away to get rid of the pain and shock would have been an option for her, but she wasn't that frightened yet, nor, perhaps, in that much pain. Instead of choosing death, the green slammed into Brylorea's front, latching on to her leather jerkin and wailing her distress. At that instant, she acutely felt the firelizard's emotions, though, she reckoned, they weren't nearly as strong as Nyonth's - no, not even close, but they were there. Piteously, she crooned, spilling ichor over the both of them, her ragged wings beating feebly against Brylorea's chest.

"Oh, hush dear, hush," She murmured as comfortingly as she could while trying to keep the shock of feeling the green's expressions of pain in her mind under control. "I know you're hurting and hungry, little on."

Quickly, she fed the infant lizard, going quickly, but not fast enough that she'd choke, so that they'd be able to see the Weyr's dragonhealer for the green's wings. She ate with surprising fervor in spite of the hurt she was experiencing. Soon, her hunger died down and she half curled, half flopped onto Brylorea's arm, whistling her distress, her eyes whirling slowly grays and yellows.

"Thanks, B'oone," She said quickly to the Weyrleader, thinking it would be improper of her to leave without expressing her gratitude at the chance of Impression. Instead of explaining the situation which he surely saw himself, she waved at the little lizard's wings with one hand before streaking off to the infirmary.

[maiwolf]

Yes, I know I said I would PM them to you, but I found that I'm really lazy, and so I just posted the bios here.


Blue-green egg ; Green Target to B'oone
Appearance: A light colored green, Target is by no means large. In fact, she is very small, barely able to wind her tail fully around B'oone's neck. She is a light, almost pale ichor-colored green.
Personality: Despite her small stature, Target is one hyper girl. She can constantly be seen flitting to and fro, and the only time she stops to just sit is when she has just eaten or in those rare instances when she's tired.

Silver egg ; Green _____ to Bryloria
Appearance: She would have been a lovely green if not for her frayed and almost useless wings. Both wings were scarred terribly by her hatching. She is only able to fly short distances, and when she rises, her flights are not very long. She frequently gets pain in the wing that she sprained in her first moments of life, as if the muscle never healed right. Her normal coloring is a semi-darker green coloring.
Personality: This little green is a determined girl. She tries hard--but rarely succeeds--in trying to fly, trying to make Hers happy. Because she cannot fly far, she is usually found lounging on Bry or on her dragon.

Magenta egg ; Blue Arrow to Illayria
Appearance: Arrow is a light pale blue color, so pale blue that the larger veins in his form can be seen--light green lines through his pale blue hide. He is a larger-sized blue.
Personality: Arrow is dominant, always chirping and telling everyone to do--even if they have no idea what he's saying. This is a trait one would see in a Bronze, not a Blue. He also adores B'oone, for some strange reason. This seems to anger Illayria sometimes.

Brown egg ; Brown _____ to Kirnin
Appearance: This brown is normal in color and in size. However, he is very chubby, though no one knows why. He is a fit little fire-lizard, but people mistake his form for being over-fed instead of his normal size.
Personality: What else would this brown be than lazy? A chubby body only encourages laziness. He can usually be found draped anywhere in sight.

Mottled Brown egg ; Green Dove to K'sor
Appearance: Dove is an extremely dark-colored green. What she loses in appearance she makes up for in sheer size. She is large, if not larger, than a middle-sized blue fire-lizard. Was this some sort of genetic mutation?
Personality: She's large, and she knows it, and Dove has a big ego because of it. She thinks she's all that, and she loves thinking that.

Mottled blue egg ; Bronze Ruki to T'yir
Appearance: Undeniably a Bronze, Ruki has a bronze sheen as well as a plain bronze hide. He is a large fire-lizard, maybe almost as large as a small gold.
Personality: Though he may be a Bronze, Ruki could quite well be one of the shiest fire-lizards there will ever be. Not including flight lust, he will only follow around T'yir, and will almost always hide whenever something exciting is going on.