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Post by kat on Jan 27, 2009 22:33:58 GMT -6
Amaylia could only watch as dragon after dragon hatched and impressed. Though surprised and pleased with the fact that there were now two browns and a bronze on the sands, she frowned when so many were impressed to males. She glanced from one dragon to the next, trying to remember there were still eggs left, and that these were dragons, so far, that were fighters. Well, save maybe the one pastel green, who wasn't so large as that other one had been...still, she watched anxiously. How many had hatched? Two greens, one blue, two browns and a bronze? That made six, which was half the hatchlings. That made six, and now there were six left. Well, only half over, she mused. Would there be any more bronzes and browns amongst those? She would have been glad to just have one blue or larger green in there for herself. Just one, good, fighter. She glanced at the other girls, wondering if any of them were cut out for fighting dragons. She was, but were they? They didn't get bronzes and browns, but some greens and blues made faster, better fighters than even the browns. Size didn't always mean everything...too small couldn't take the hits as well, though. She watched the remaining eggs, her icy eyes looking from one to the next as she brushed back a strand of black hair, feeling a tad frustrated. She had to know if hers was here! Waiting was almost maddening. She didn't like all this waiting.
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Biroth was still eating. It wasn't surprising, considering the fact that he wasn't eating half so fast as any of the others. Instead, he was also watching the hatching! He was really an unusual brown, that was for sure. He just seemed...so laid back. Well, it wasn't really a problem. Even when the next brown hatched, all brown like and interestingly colored? He could still see Biroth being bigger and better when full grown. That other brown wasn't lengthy, and though he was not pudgy he was boxy and well...T'yir was very, very biased. Biroth was just quiet, munching away, as the pair continued to see what else their clutch held.
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Post by Femisis on Jan 28, 2009 9:31:55 GMT -6
Though she knew she had no chance of Impressing him, Crescentia couldn’t help but admire the Brown. He was rather pretty, what with the multiple shades of his hide and all. He was shaped rather oddly, but that didn’t detract much from his overall appearance. He quickly plunked himself down in front of K’sor, seemingly about ten times happier than when he had hatched. After that, another Green hatched and rocketed up to the stands with a fevor that surprised her and Impressed to a young blond boy. Well, that was unexpected, but certainly not impossible. At any rate, half the clutch was gone now and it looked like this was going to be quick.
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Post by saidalshuin on Jan 28, 2009 11:16:34 GMT -6
Zoril observed silently as a number of dragons broke shell and impressed out. The room was humming with excited candidates and exhilarated watchers, but Zoril seemed largely unfazed by the whole affair. His smile sat there on his face, unchanging. Well isn’t this a sharding boring expedition.
His eyes followed the first green that emerged. Too playful. Then came the … rotund brown. Too fat. Hope some of that gets worked off. The blue popped out of its shell next and his brow rose slightly at the sight before returning to its customary position. No. Just… no. The bronze came out next and he watched it whilst it browsed the candidates. Well, I guess that one wouldn’t be so bad. And then it impressed and Zoril glanced at its rider. What?! Was he even old enough to stand here? Whatever. The brown came and went Skirt-chasing dragon… I wish I could yawn in here. Finally, a green popped out. At least it was decisive. That’s all I’ll give it.
The longer this went on, the less certain Zoril was that he'd find a hatchling worth his effort in coming. Maybe I should go finish tending to my bow… I mean, greens are too flirty. Blues are too lazy. The other two colors are too uncommon for me to bank on that chance. Then again… there have been a few browns already and a bronze. It could just be a decent clutch. His eyes drifted up off the sands and fixated on the ceiling in a reverie.
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Post by saidaltam on Jan 28, 2009 11:25:59 GMT -6
Vijaith had barely lingered long enough to retrieve T'rel before taking wing into the sands, and, upon arriving as the first egg was hatching, dropped his rider unceremoniously into the stands and went up to the ledge to join the other attendant dragons.
Vijaith's unceremonious dropping was actually T'rel slipping off the dragon's neck from some six or seven feet above where he meant to be standing. It was a foolish, risky stunt that, over the years, had become such a practiced execution for the pair that they both did it without thought. Of course, it was only after he'd landed that it occurred to T'rel that he'd just performed that particular little maneuver in front of his Weyrleader, Wingleader, and Weyrwoman. With a nervous wince, he looked up toward the part of the stands set aside for their usage, but since the first egg had already cracked, he felt relatively comfortable in assuming he hadn't been noticed, and stepped up to the ledge to watch.
He really hadn't taken the time to get to know most of the candidates, yet, but he knew that Vijaith would be highly disgruntled with him if he didn't at least watch--and keep an eye on the boy that Vijaith had singled out. As six dragons hatched, however, and impressed out without even looking at the lad, T'rel found himself questioning his dragon's wisdom. He did, however, feel a moment of satisfaction. Half the clutch hatched, and already two browns and a bronze. Did the southerners take most of the greens and blues? That would be almost amusing, though it hadn't looked that way when he was down there. Perhaps it was just a very, very good flight. When the little bronze impressed out, however, he did have a moment's pause. Was that lad even old enough to stand? He looked awefully young. ...Well, he must be. He did impress.
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Post by stolenhart on Jan 28, 2009 11:31:38 GMT -6
"There was a gold egg in this clutch maybe there will be another bronze", Ilayria said hopefully. She didn't know what had Hatched on the Southern sands but here so many greens and blues, two browns and the bronze there had to be more, just one more. It seemed she got her wish. A lull in the hatching with six eggs left to hatch. The sands were clearing of the previous weyrlings and was empty except for eggs and candidates. Without preamble an egg hatched, the cracking of the shell was drowned out by the immature roar of the dragonet within. He was a large muscley bronze, a dark color like good antique metal, he was what they had in mind when they coined the term fighting dragon. Here was danger on four legs and two wings, a threat to every bronze in the Weyr. He gave Astoth what would have been a knowing leer on a man before turning to glance at the assembled candidates.
He had no idea on who to choose, so many picks that could be good but only one was perfect for him. He took a deep sigh and closed his eyes and walked forward right into his. Are you bored with this Hatching? Have something better to do is it? Well I am Dovorath and I will not have it, he stepped up to Zoril, trying to intimidate the human. The size of a small runner, the bronze could kill him if he chose, especially with those needle sharp teeth. We will be great, he added turning on his heel and marching to the food, no need to wait on his rider. This Hatchling wasn't the type.
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Post by Femisis on Jan 28, 2009 11:38:11 GMT -6
Now THAT was a fighter this newest Bronze, he was absolutely gorgeous, his hide the perfect color. That also meant that he was probably the closest thing to a sterotypical Bronze if not exactally so. Yes, he seemed magnificent, Cresce thought with a frown, but maybe too good, too perfect. He was trouble for sure, even if he was just the type of dragon she'd want to Impress. Well, they could only hope that the dragon's Chosen would be up to the challenge of keeping this mighty beast in check before he took over Pern by his lonesome. That wouldn't be good for anyone.
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Post by saidalshuin on Jan 28, 2009 12:07:51 GMT -6
Zoril’s demure smile mutated into a sinister smirk whilst the dragon attempted to intimidate him. I have loads better to do and now you will have the privilege of assisting me. The man moved to stalk after the dragon, his expression returning to the carefree smile he had practiced so well. Of course we will. It’s part and parcel of being affiliated with me. He took the dragon to be fed and once it had its fill left with it to claim his bunk in the barracks. Sometime later, after he had resumed tending to the crossbow it occurred to him that he would probably have to attend the Hatching Feast. Oh well, sacrifices must be made for the greater good.
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Post by saidaltam on Jan 28, 2009 12:08:33 GMT -6
:See, mine? I told you he'd Impress well. A bronze! Big one, too. Bet he comes close to my size when he grows up. I always recognize the best ones.[/color] Vijaith observed smugly to T'rel as he hummed his way merrily through the hatching.
T'rel sighed. He also resisted the urge to point out that his beloved Vijaith almost never recognized anyone. Really, he suspected this boy was all of maybe the third candidate the dragon had ever identified in his entire life. Nevertheless, Vijaith undoubtedly couldn't remember that, and there was no reason to spoil the dragon's good mood. 'Yes, Vijaith, you did, and you're very right. Look at that--a lovely hide, too. Dark.' Content that he had satisfied his dragon's ego, he settled in to watch the last five eggs hatch. He certainly hoped that Vijaith could let this go soon.
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Post by kat on Jan 28, 2009 12:32:55 GMT -6
Amaylia was surprised-another bronze? And this one looked like he'd be a fighter, more than any that had hatched so far. Again, she wished she had more options open to her as a female. A big, muscular bronze...lucky boy indeed! She looked warily at the rest of the eggs, wondering what they held-had the South no sense but to steal their gold...along with mostly greens and blues? If there had been two browns and three bronzes thus far, out of only twelve eggs, what could the South have gotten? There were usually never more than two or three bronzes. So did they even get a single one? Did they even steal a brown? She mulled over this a moment, while watching the remaining eggs. Hopefully, she had a dragon worthy of her somewhere in there. She hoped it was a fighter, despite being a green or blue. Lucky boy...
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T'yir also thought whomever impressed the bronze was fortunate. He hadn't wanted one, but still, that was a formidable dragon if he ever saw one. It was already the size of a runner, and just hatched! For all its muscle, though, T'yir had a feeling no one would outdo Biroth in bulk of muscle. Not with what he had planned for the brown. Still, it was a bronze that brought hope to the eyes of all around them. The South had stolen a gold, but all these fighting dragons were now for the North. What good would one gold do against three bronzes and two browns? Even that green had looked a fighter. Biroth was still eating, though he was at least half full now, watching as his new bonded did.
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Post by phlysolo on Jan 28, 2009 13:00:35 GMT -6
After one last check up by the Weyrhealer, Rhen was finally deemed healthy and in good mental condition. They'd been monitoring him for almost a sevenday now and looking him over for any signs of instibility aside from his completely and utter lack of memory. One Healer, a very old, very 'traditional' man had said he should be barred from Standing with his brains all addled, but each and every other of the Healers stationed at the North over road him. Instead, they'd given him specific instructions to return to the Infirmary as soon as the call of the dragons sounded.
And Rheneskel, not one to disobey orders, had promptly gone, feeling the pit drop down out of his stomach as he watched other 'official' Candidates either nervously slinking along or bursting with excitement as they made their way to the grounds, robes and all. That had hurt surprisingly more than anything else he'd had to endure here, including the underhanded jibes at his sanity. Still, perhaps he'd be able to reconcile once he found himself on the neck of a dragon. If not, well, then, maybe his brains were too damaged.
Luckily, the Healer, who smile sympathetically the whole time during his final "check up" patted his shoulder affectionately and apologized for making him so late to his own party. She'd given him a spare white jacket that the healers had to wear that she insisted passed for the traditional white robes and bade him off, knowing Hatchings happened fast. In "robes" and sandals Rheneskel all but sprinted to the Hatching Grounds.
He arrived and saw an amazing spectacle before him: Dragonets were already out on the Sands, creeling and finding their lifemates. Egg shards and pieces littered the floor of the Grounds, light swirls of cream against the dark Sand. In the backdrop loomed other as of yet unHatched Egg,s each rocking, rocking, rocking, their contents working at release.
Dumbly, Rhen fell back amongst the rear line of boys, too shocked and awed to do much more. He couldn't honestly recall seeing anything else like this in all of his life. While he knew that he must have seen Livro when he Hatched, he couldn't remember it.
"Wow..."
Just a few lengths away and, interestingly enough, standing in the large empty gap created by the males and females, Lenia stood observing the Hatching with a wary eye. She was here to Impress, yes, but There was just too much going on for the likes of her. Two bronzes, though, that was a nice touch. The North might be missing their gold, but at least they had two good new studs to pave the way for the future. What and with two golds, they weren't actually hurting for those stuffed up Weyrwhores.
Snorting, she folded her arms over her chest, her cold blue eyes steadily regarding those few Candidates who marched off the Sands in tow with a dragonet, elevating their status from the envious to the envied.
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Post by stolenhart on Jan 28, 2009 13:10:00 GMT -6
Everyone figured that no more muscle colors would come out of shell, not with the two bronzes already Hatched. Still they sat in their seats to see what else hatched and who Impressed. Many of them wondered why a Southern girl stood on the Sands but since the North had long since been dealing with female riders they let it go, afterall she'd not Impress an important color if at all, so she was no threat. The shipwreck victim that Ilayria had found was another cause for curiousity but the Weyrwoman wouldn't let anyone near him either. Rumor said he couldn't remember anything, why was he standing? Because Ilayria's green bodyguard had Searched him of course.
Of the remaining five eggs one finally cracked open after Dovorath was lead away. It revealed a large manly colored blue who, even as a new Hatchling, was as perfect in conformation as any Weyrleader had hoped for. A handsome creature, he sneezed and toppled over into the sand. Discovering the joys of hot sand he began to grunt and wriggle about, drying the goo on his body quickly. Satisfied the blue began to search along the lines until he came to the unusually dressed Rheneskel. He tilted his head in inquiry then nodded, I am Zuioth. You must remember that since I will probably forget, he introduced himself, butting his newly Impressed with his head towards the food.
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Post by phlysolo on Jan 28, 2009 13:30:22 GMT -6
Watching the Hatching as someone from directly involved with it was an experience Rhenaskel hoped he'd never forget. Sure, he'd been warned that, with the problems he was having now, there was no guarantee that he'd keep the memories he made now. Of course, up until this day, he hadn't any problems remembering even the smallest bits of information up to and including what color stockings some woman happened to be wearing. If anything, he'd discovered, or possibly rediscovered, that he had quite a good memory.
He watched with a smile as one Egg cracked open, its pieces falling in gentle cascades to the hot Sands. In it was sitting a very handsome dragonet. He was a big thing, very large for a blue, almost as big as, or really at least as big as one of the browns that had Hatched moments ago. His little face scrunched up and suddenly a sneezed wracked him, toppling him head over tail into the sand. He creeled in delight, rubbing himself in the sand, rolling it it, drying the goo, but covering himself in the grainy earth.
Watching him, Rheneskel laughed, deciding that this blue had quite a personality to him and that he hoped some lad found the perfect mate in him. He seemed satisfied with his job of 'cleaning' himself off and started to the male line, passing up one boy after another. Finally, he settled to a spot, amazingly, right in front of the lad. The blue dragonet tilted his head this way and that, sizing him up, or perhaps trying to figure out why he looked so odd and out of place compared to the rest of the Candidates in their sparkling white traditional robes.
I am Zuioth. You must remember that since I will probably forget The blue said, his eyes whirling the myriad of colors that signified Impression. Inside Rheneskel, or what his name R'skel now?, he could feel the dr agon's hunger, the dragon's undying love for him, and the very lust for freedom in him that Rhena-R'skel had deep inside him.
"It's...it's a pleasure to meet you, my dear Zuioth, and don't worry, I'll never forget your name," He said, surprised and a little embarrassed to hear his voice crack with emotion, leading his new charge off the Sands.
A certain female Candidate had been watching the spectical with mild disgust. Oh, please, get over yourself, boy, She thought, rolling her eyes and returning her gaze to the rocking Eggs. It wasn't fair that that boy of all people, chose him over Lenia herself. She should have barreled passed that boy and forced the blue to Impress to her.
It really wasn't right that so many boys were found worthy of a blue or even, she winced, a green when Lenia had been passed up this entire Hatching. What was she doing wrong? Was she...driving them away by thinking these things? No, that couldn't be it, Lenia was strong and, likewise, needed a strong dragon to match!
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Post by kat on Jan 28, 2009 14:36:50 GMT -6
Amaylia had her eyes riveted on the blue from the second it broke the shell. She watched it with eyes intent as ever, wishing and willing it to come her way, and disgusted when it turned towards the boys. How could this be? Finally, a perfect dragon, perfect in any way she might have hoped for it to be, and it went to some sharding lout of a male! Why did all the good dragons go to males?! As if it wasn't unfair enough that they had browns and bronzes-now, that boy had the blue, the blue she herself had wanted. He was the biggest blue she'd seen hatched, and she seethed inside. How was she ever going to be a fighter without a worthy dragon by her side? Why in Faranth's name did the males get all the good ones? She fumed quietly, eying the rest of the eggs and hoping that there was still something worthy left for her in them. She reminded herself that Astoth had just rose, reminded herself that there might be a dragon worthy of her in the next clutch if there wasn't one here. Still, seeing that blue go to that other boy was just the most frustrating thing that could have happened. He would have been perfect for me...she told herself, eyes clouded over with disdain an upset. There had better be something worthwhile left...
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He's kind of big, Biroth mused, his mind quite thoughtful for all that he'd just hatched, and then, I'm bigger. He puffed out his chest, though being a roundish butterball of a hatchling, it wasn't doing too much for him. T'yir laughed, but he had to admit Biroth was right. That was a fine blue if he ever saw one. Their forces were growing, but it looked like a couple of the girls out there weren't too happy seeing the dragons all going to males. He didn't blame them, but the dragons decided and there wasn't really much to be done for it. Still, he figured there were a couple eggs left to break shell. Maybe one of them would get what they wanted.
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Post by kusuri on Jan 28, 2009 17:34:59 GMT -6
Mikal raced toward the cavern,shrugging into his white robe.His face was expressionless,but his mind was racing.
Oh Shard it! the brunette thought as he lengthened his stride.Of course I'm in those blasted Lower Caverns when the Hatching is about to start.
The boy had taken three wrong turns and lost his way.Frustrating as it was,it was Mikal's fault.The lad had been impatient,being stuck behind the cavern staff who where all running the same direction.The boy had thought he could take a short cut and had gotten horribly lost.His feet finally met the hot sands and he flinched,before plowing on ahead toward the other candidates.He eyed a bonded blue pair mournfully as they left to feed and get acquainted.There four eggs left in the sands, and many candidates encircling them.He had a small chance of Impressing,but then again,every candidate did even before a hatching.He waited,holding his breathe for the other eggs to begin rocking.
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Post by stolenhart on Jan 28, 2009 17:48:26 GMT -6
Another blue suddenly burst forth from his shell and spilled forward onto his face with an astonished squeal. It took him a few seconds to right himself and shake the sand from his eyes. He was a pale pastel blue, almost like his clutchmate, except for the color difference. He glanced around and took a step, tripping over his wing into another egg. The green that hatched from that egg came out spitting and hissing like a maddened feline. The blue backed away from her Mine, your Orelth needs help, he said, trying to surrender to the green. Mien!, he sent one more time to Mikal. The poor blue was clearly out of his deepth.
The green continued to chase him though unbeknowest to the audience she had been speaking to her rider the entire time. Finally the young man managed to work his way to her and grabbed her wing. "That is enough Cagreth", he said. She turned on him next but quieted when she caught the expression on his face. With an apologetic chirp to her brother she was gladly lead off the Sands.
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Post by kusuri on Jan 28, 2009 18:15:34 GMT -6
Mikal was startled when a blue exploded from one of the remaining eggs. He stifled a chuckle as the dragonet fell face first into the sand.The poor clumsy thing.He was startled when he felt another conscience brush his.His eyes widened and a grin split the boy's normally solemn face.He rushed over toward the blue and threw his arms around the creature.He pushed his face into the damp,pastel hide and muttered,
"No need to worry Orelth.I'm here now,though I'm a bit late." He grinned apologetically at the dragon.
The mid-sized blue hummed in contentment,but stopped abruptly as his stomache growled.
Its okay Mine,but I'd really like to eat now.
He slapped the dragon's shoulder affectionately and led the beast out of the caverns,admiring the sun dancing the rippling muscles of his blue.
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Post by kat on Jan 28, 2009 18:47:45 GMT -6
Amaylia was clearly frustrated as two more eggs hatched, both going to males. Would they all do so, leaving her to stand? How many eggs were left? Only a couple, and she had no idea what they held at all. Or if they held anything that was meant for her. She continued to watch them, the intensity of her gaze on them rather searing. A couple left, that was it...and all of them thus far had impressed to males. What was the point in females even coming here today, if they would all choose boys? Her brows furrowed as she waited for the last of the eggs to hatch, to see whether they, too, would go to males, or if they would be different and impress females.
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T'yir was just glad to see all the hatchlings impressing properly. None into between-that was what was most important here. Still, another two went to males, and the females looked pretty antsy. There would still be Astoth's clutch, but he didn't blame them, it was bothersome to be left standing and watching everyone else impress. Not, mind you, that he cared. He had impressed Biroth, and that was what mattered, not whether or not a couple of girls got what they wanted. He smirked, noting that Biroth was eating even more slowly now-almost done, he supposed.
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Post by Femisis on Jan 28, 2009 19:08:19 GMT -6
As yet more hatchlings went to the boys, the most recent being a rather pretty Blue and a feisty Green (feisty being an understatement), Cresce was starting to relax a bit. Seeing as none of the hatchlings seemed to have much interest in the girls, she seemed to be safe for the next hatching, to try when there was actually a Queen egg about. This didn’t seem to apply to one of her fellow candidates much to her amusement. That girl Amaylia seemed to be having a fit about it. Clearly she didn’t see the benefit of being ignored this time around, but maybe she had her sights set on a different goal than Crescentia herself. Well, it was still funny to watch, so much so that she couldn’t hold in an amused snort at the other girl’s expense.
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Post by maiwolf on Jan 28, 2009 22:41:45 GMT -6
All was dying down. Most of the hatchlings were taken care of--some of them were still getting used to the outside world--and all eyes were once again turned onto the last remaining eggs. It would be a shame if the eggs the people were waiting on turned out to be duds. This would not be the case for one of the eggs, at least. It began shaking violently, and people wondered what dragon color it would be. The egg was nearly as large as a Brown-sized egg, but the possibility of a Brown was not high.
The egg started to roll down a small slope in the sand, and bounced off the other egg, which also started shaking. The first egg rolled to a stop nearly right in front of the candidate lines, and split open down the middle. The slice was nearly clean, and a small blue rolled out. The blue was disoriented, and seemed to be focusing more on the last egg than the humans. That last egg broke, too, revealing a dark, almost muddy-brown green.
The blue turned, then, to the candidate lines, and stared at the candidates for a small amount of time before crying out his hunger. And with his hunger, he started hounding the candidates, bugling at him with his small voice at anyone close enough. Then he found His. Oh, Lenia, Gfeth has found you! May we go eat? The sapphire colored blue asked, but he made no move to the food or his. He seemed a very laid back type.
Meanwhile, the green looked like she had been a queen. She could have passed for a queen for her attitude. The muddy-brown green stalked up to the female candidate lines like a feline. She stared at them, glanced only briefly at the boys, and then huffed. I guess you are mine. She told Amaylia. My name is Kynoath, and I am hungry.
With that the hatching was over. B'oone smiled and nodded to the small green. "Not a bad hatching, if I do say so myself. We got quite a few good colors out of it, and that green. She's something else." He smiled wryly at Ilayria. "Now about that Benden." |
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Post by kat on Jan 28, 2009 23:56:46 GMT -6
Amaylia watched the last two eggs, her eyes keenly staring until they finally hatched out. A blue and a green! Would fate deny her either of them? Still, the blue looked smaller than the other two had. Her eyes fell on the green, then, summing her up. She was not nearly so small as some, nor as large as the rarer, larger sized greens. Still, she was of a size and build that promised speed, and she looked as though she would grow large enough to take some hits. Her hide was a sort of swampy green. Darker in coloration, almost a 'muddy green'. That was good for night attacks, and good for remaining hidden.
Her eyes were diverted momentarily to the blue. She wouldn't rule out him, either. However, just as she was about to sum him up, he impressed, and she swore under her breath, eyes falling back on the green. Who was, thank Faranth, heading for the females! Each female there became competition in that instant, and Amaylia held her breath, watching as the green made her way down towards her. By the first egg, let her be for me...she thought hopefully. She was no large blue, but she might grow to be a larger green. Even if only medium sized, or a bit larger, she could deal with that. Even as she wished for it, she suddenly was aware that the green had stopped. She looked so regal, her attitude was that of a gold. The way she carried herself, like royalty itself. She was so graceful she reminded Amaylia of a feline, she was feral yet all female, wild yet calm...and then she spoke. I guess you are mine. My name is Kynoath, and I am hungry.
Amaylia's eyes lit up with pride, glancing over at the other girls who had not impressed, then back to her own, perfect green. She was everything she'd hoped for, and more! They would be a formidable team, unbeatable in the skies and on the ground! Amaylia had plans to be a prized Northern fighter, and with Kynoath by her side, she could do anything. ~Yes, my precious Kynoath...I am yours, and you are mine-nothing shall change that, not ever! Of course I will feed you, you won't be hungry for long,~ she nearly crooned in thought speech to her beloved. She had no intentions of speaking aloud to Kynoath...not unless she had to. She believed in dragons only speaking to their riders. Of course, Ky would bespeak other dragons, that was another matter. She would be a queen amongst dragons, even if she was a green...Amaylia just knew it.
Of course I shall be. I am Kynoath, and what is a gold compared to me? They cannot even flame! the green shot back in an indignant huff, and Amaylia grinned briefly, replying, ~why to you think I alone of these silly girls did not want one? I have no use for a gold, only meant for sitting on eggs and ordering about. You, however...~ she all but purred, leading her hatchling towards the feeding bowls where Ph'in, their new Weyrlingmaster, was. She looked the man up and down curiously, before taking a bowl of meat and beginning to feed Kynoath. The green ate voraciously, though at the same time she managed to keep most of the food from getting all over her face. She glanced over at Biroth, who had just finished eating, and was looking at her lazily, and snarled at the brown, who gave a start and looked the other way. There was a sound of draconian laughter in Amaylia's mind, and she wore a prideful smile as she continued feeding her new bonded.
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T'yir watched alongside Biroth as the last of the hatchlings impressed, giving a weary sigh. Today had been full of 'excitement', and he wasn't really in the mood to hang around here on the hot sands. He would rather be getting to know his hatchling better. He had a lot to figure out about Biroth, and there was more to the dragonet than he'd expected. Biroth seemed so carefree, that T'yir had to wonder what he'd be like full grown. He hadn't wanted a leadership position. He hadn't even wanted a Wingleader position. Weyrlingmaster? Leave it to that Ph'in guy. But what he did want was some sharding respect. He didn't like how the other Candidates had eyed Biroth. Like he was overweight, or something. Not that he wasn't, but he didn't like it anyway. Biroth would be a good-no, a great!-fighter and he'd have the bulk and stamina that would be far more useful than speed and a shorter staying power. T'yir was tactical, he could see what each of these dragons would be grown. The one bronze would be the only dragon who might outdo Biroth in a fight...the others? He would see that Biroth had all the respect he deserved, and no one would ever think his extra poundage-which by then would be muscle-as needing to be lost.
It doesn't bother me, mine.[/color] Biroth stood up, his pudgy belly seeming even more distended, as he gave a loud hiccup and suddenly fell back on his backside, looking embarrassed before cocking his head to the side and looking up at T'yir. I know my own worth, and so do you. Nothing they can say or think matters,[/color] the brown reasoned, getting up once more, his tail wagging back and forth slowly, like a canine's. T'yir broke out into a full grown grin, shooting that snooty girl and her pompous green a glare which went unseen. Biroth was right. As long as he and the Brown knew Biroth's worth, what else mattered? They all would, in time. [/size]
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