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Post by stolenhart on Mar 21, 2009 13:16:55 GMT -6
"Shards and sharnation but it's freezing outside", Ilayria cursed as she and Astoth reappeared into the Sands. The gold had demanded a suddent oiling and bath and would not be content with anything other than a full scrubbing out in the lake. Ilayria, six months pregnant and too large to do anything, had stood on the shore and watched her dragon cavort in the waters. Astoth had relaxed in the last few days and today had been positively benevolent to her rider, weyrmate and candidates. I had not noticed. The water felt wonderful, Astoth replied to her rider, gently nosing Ilayria's growing abdomen. You should not have watched me so long, the gold was concerned for her rider. "It was nothing dear. I was halfway here before it starting raining".
Freezing rain, the kind that would turn the dirt paths to mud for sevendays before they finally froze, was falling in a steady downpour just outside the Hatching Sands outer entrance. The Sands were so warm that a gentle fog of steam was slowly roiling across the Sands, dancing about and through the eggs that Astoth had moved into the center of the Sands. Ilayria had just opened a jar of oil, Astoth looking over her head, when Arrow chirped. "Hmmm?", Ilayria asked. Emotions came floating in from the flitt of joy, excitment, and surprise and an image of an egg cracking. "Yes Arrow, I know, it's almost time for the Hatching", Ilayria murmured.
Not almost, it is time. One second Astoth was there, the next gone. Ilayria turned around to watch as the gold licked first one shell then the other. As if the gold's thought had gathered them, flitts began arriving in ones and twos. Their hums barely heard above the pouring rain. "Astoth tell the watch dragon it's time! And Ph'in as well", Ilayria shouted happily. I will. Kiolth the eggs are Hatching. Jasderth bring your rider and his food, Astoth ordered. Within minutes an excited blue's voice began to echo throughout the Weyr, both mentally and verbally It's time! The Eggs are Hatching! Candidates hurry!.
On the Sands, the Sixteen eggs wiggled and jiggled happily as if they knew what was about to happen. The fog around them made the shapes eerie and strange but it was a Hatching, such strangeness could be forgiven. Ilayria went among the eggs while she waited for B'oone and the candidates, testing their shells and positioning them to her satisfaction. Even her child was getting excited, the poor creature was kicking and stretching wildly. "No Hatching for you today", Ilayria said fondly, a hand to her stomach, "Dragons only".
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16/16 Hatched
One Green, One Blue, One Brown Between
Gold Basteth to Cresce
Bronze Onith to R'ker
Brown Teryeth to I'gan, APC
Brown Nivanth to J'uil, APC
Blue Ghalyth to T'van
Blue Eresth to Aural, APC
Blue Fiorth to Fr'wen, APC
Blue Danth to Eris
Green Wysth to V'erm, APC
Green Tourith to A'shal, APC
Green Similath to Kirnin
Green Jakalth to Nocia
Green Rianth to Nyboka
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Post by songofhope on Mar 21, 2009 14:47:33 GMT -6
The cold was a nuisance. Eris hated winter, the oppressive and limiting cold usually putting her into a deep depression, one that her father and brothers hated with the same bitter hate that the season rained down upon her freedom. The ground freezing meant shoes, and heavier clothes, the flowers wilting away to nothing, and the grass hardening into sharp little spikes. The winds often left everyone shivering at night, under piles of furs that never seemed to cover every part left exposed. Illness would swirl around madly, until everyone remained within, hiding for fear of contaminating others, or becoming ill. The only music of the could winter nights were often just the sounds of a note escaping one of the small caverns, a mournful sound that begged spring to come to take them away from the heavy hand of the chill. To Eris, it was hardly a season with any use for anything.
Especially not a hatching.
The young woman was wearing nothing, as she often did in sleeping, covered by a number of particularly gorgeous furs. She blended into the night easily, the pale skin visible where the slivers of light from dying glows crawled up delicate feet and ankles, stopping at the gloss of a large thick black hide, won recently from her last hunt, and reappearing just below the curve of her back, where it took a tumble across her shoulders. The light, dull as it was, still magnified the brilliant gleam of the white-gold hair, washed late that night by an Eris fraught with nerves. She'd peeked into the sands again, to watch the queen watch over the eggs... It was eerie, a shatteringly amazing sight that sent Eris back to the caverns to bathe and prepare for bed that night. The sight wouldn't go away, and Eris had remained in the hot bathwaters for longer than anyone, scrubbing hard at her skin and hair, trying to get that feeling off. It had gone at last, but not until she'd had a few moments with her lap harp, plucking out a soft tune to cheer herself. She resisted the urge to call for Ph'in and ask if she could stay in his weyr, maybe curling up beside Jasderth would make her feel better....
But for now, she waited, stretching luxuriously under warm hides. The depression of the season had not sunk in, it was too early for that. But the insomnia that the utter quiet of the candidate's barracks was not quiet dissipated, and the young woman sighed, running a finger over the black fur. Normally the days fared well for them all in the North during winter time, so to say she was trapped was perhaps an exaggeration, but tonight, it was a bitter wind that had pushed Eris to wrap up in that hide heavy bed, a lined cloak like a mosaic of different hides beside the bed... She could feel the pull of her eyelids, warm and finally sleepy when the voice came.
It's time! The Eggs are Hatching! Candidates hurry!.
Shards and damnation, had she slept in that late?!
It was commanding, a voice not to be ignored, and yet Eris paused, frozen for a moment, eyes flung wide. Did this mean...? Concentrating hard, and trying to magnify her thoughts, Eris raced out of bed into the sunlight streaming into the small room.
A very real stone of fear began to form in her chest, and immediately Eris pushed it away, slipping up and running for her trunk. Shoving the detestable robe over her head, Eris moved for the cloak beside her bead, the heavy robe flung over her shoulders as she tied the mass of wavy white blond back. Pausing a moment to wake a few of the candidates she shared the room with by a rough shake, Eris spun out into the hallway, taking off at a dead run. Shoes forgotten, she ignored the sudden gooseflesh feeling when the bare feet touched icy stone, and she could barely make out the image of the dragons swooping overhead to land at the sands. They were all humming...
Eris shuddered, stumbling on an uneven patch of ground an hissing sharply against the pain in her hands when she caught herself, but rose to grab the glow that skittered away and raced again toward the sands. This was it, the voice in her head whispered sharply. You either leave here a dragonrider, or return home a failure. Taking in a gasping painful breath that sounded almost like a sob, Eris slid into the sands, dropping to her knees when the heat touched her. Panting for a moment like a three legged dog, with one arm up to sooth the ache in her side, Eris paused, wincing. It was only a minute though, before she unlatched her cloak and tossed it away from her, her hair spilling around her, having lost its bind somewhere between her bloodied hands and her feet's angry protest that they were indeed on the sands. Ignoring them all, Eris stood straight then, bowing sharply to the gold.
"Thank you for allowing me to stand, Queen Astoth." Eris hesitated once more, still breathing harshly from the speed that she had used. Her voice lowered softly, as her eyes fell to her feet. A sound caught the sharp blue eyes, though and Eris's eyes flicked sidelong, and she gasped, backing up a few paces, nearly stumbling again as an egg rocked violently., and Eris's heart seized painfully. Eris fisted her hands at her sides, the humming intensified as people and dragonriders pooled around them.
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 21, 2009 18:32:01 GMT -6
Ready, as ever, for everything, Kirnin had been up for some time already, despite the hour, when the announcement came, and she had been preparing for this for some time, so her robes and sandals were waiting for her, already. The only problem was that she and Little Baby had been in the kitchens, getting him fed, when the blue called out his excitement.
Kirnin cursed, springing to her feet over Little Baby's protests, and scrambled toward the door. In the months since his hatching, Little Baby had grown rather significantly and wasn't so very "little", anymore, so despite his complaints, he took wing easily behind her as she raced toward the candidate barracks. Within seconds of entering, she had shucked off her day-to-day garb and slithered into the robes of candidacy before darting directly back out the door and past a bewildered Little Baby.
"Chrieup!" the flit protested, and Kirnin spun around, running backwards for a few paces.
"Sorry, Little Baby! You need to stay here!" she told the flit, before hopping lightly on her toes, whipping back around to race once more toward the sands. Behind her, the poor brown, looking absolutely dazed, chirruped again, then fluttered after her, winging onto the sands. As soon as he did so, he realized what was going on and fluttered up to land between a pair of large brown dragons, joining their humming.
The sands saw Little Baby several paces before Kirnin, but the girl was not far behind him. As soon as her sandals hit the hot sand, she staggered to a stop, adjusted very slightly, then bowed deeply to Astoth and Ilayria before stepping up where she belonged and running her hands down the front of her robes to smooth them out.
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 21, 2009 18:39:11 GMT -6
Kalley had never been a late sleeper, but he'd also been issued no chores that day, so he was restless. Pacing back and forth down the candidate barracks, Kalley began counting out his options and expectations. The eggs would hatch soon. He knew it. There had to be some means of predicting something, anything... maybe he should ask Kirnin. She'd know. Or Cresce. Cresce seemed smart.
Then, the blue announced the hatching, and thought was no longer an option. "Shards and shells!" he cursed loudly, diving into the chest at the foot of his bed, digging through the items in there until he found his robes. "Hatching, hatching, hatching," he repeated anxiously, scrambling into the robes. "Uh... sandals, where... oh! There!" He snatched up the sandals, slipped them on, and, without so much as glancing toward Trevan's little corner of the barracks, raced out of the room.
Kirnin had already beat him to the sands, he noted, as he dropped into a low bow, but somehow, interrupting the hatching to ask her for advice didn't seem prudent, so instead, he moved quietly over to where he belonged, setting his feet and folding his hands behind his back. The pose was almost militaristic.
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Post by strawberrylush on Mar 21, 2009 18:41:49 GMT -6
Hasia in all her plain and ordinary glory straightened out an invisible wrinkle in her robe and stepped onto the Sands. As usual her attire was neat and prim, so different from how she usually was. Her hair had been braided neatly and hung in a thick rope down her back. Brown eyes glanced around the Sands as she gave her respect to the leading pair. Today was her day, she could feel it in the chilly hair that brought goosebumps to her arms. Goosebumps from something other than the cold. She smiled as she joined the other girls. There would be no green or blue for her, today she would Impress Gold.
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Post by songofhope on Mar 21, 2009 18:47:12 GMT -6
Eris finally straightened, running fingers through the white gold hair as she breathed past the stitch in her side. Rubbing the slightly bloodied hands on her robe, she turned to look behind her at the other candidates that milled about. She waved at Kirmin, sneaking forward to slip not far beside the girl.
"Best of luck to you, Kirmin. You deserve something wonderful." Eris grinned, before glancing around and rolling her eyes. Most of the other girls were eyeing the queen egg, and Eris stifled a giggle. Silly creatures. Power was never on the outside, it came from within.
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 21, 2009 18:47:30 GMT -6
Trevan did not do mornings.
Trevan barely did afternoons.
And Trevan did not like being woken up.
When a blue voice intruded on his dreams, therefore, he swatted vaguely at the air, as though banishing a vtol, and rolled over to go back to sleep. Then Kalley cursed. Trevan buried his face in his pillow and muttered irritably into it, "Shup, K-ley. I'll geup 'n a bit." The words were, effectively, unintelligible.
Then the words, "Hatching, hatching, hatching," intruded on his slumber, and something finally clicked.
"Hatching!?" He shot out of bed, staggered, and fell over, eyes wide open. "Cripes, Kalley, why didn't you wake me?" he snapped, but the older boy was already gone, and Trevan had more important things to do than go racing after him to complain. Now, where were those robes? He cracked open his chest, tearing every item inside out and throwing them haphazardly across the bed, searching, until he finally found the article he'd been looking for. Changing swiftly, he went directly back to the activity once more, until he located his sandals.
With only one on, and hopping to add the other as he ran, Trevan raced toward the sands. Once outside of them, however, he stopped short to sort himself out to his satisfaction. It took a few tries, but eventually, he was happy with it, and, dusting off, he entered the sands with poised elegance, executing a perfect bow toward the radiant golden mother and her radiant, pregnant rider. Pausing upon rising to flash a small smile toward his sister and, conveniently, the pretty candidate next to her--he would have to get the girl's name, later--he moved to stand beside Kalley and await the first hatchling and his chance at becoming a dragonrider.
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 21, 2009 18:52:05 GMT -6
The arrival of the candidates and the gathered crowd indicated to the eggs that their gathered audience was ready for their appearance. One egg gave a visible lurch falling from it's pedastal of sand. It seemed to grow still for a moment before a tiny crack began to grow in the shell. Come on little one, Astoth crooned to the egg, licking away the tiny bits of shell that were falling into the hole. An eye suddenly appeared in the hole, whirling in a rainbow of colors before disappearing. The fog made the eye spooky, like something froma ghost story.
The Hatchling seemed to take a moment to consider things before it began to work on it's shell again. A few moments later this particular Hatchling was the first to grace the Sands. It was a handsome Hatchling despite it's oversized features. Hopefully the poor creature would grow into them, but that was nearly guarenteed. It did not respresent dragonkind well but then no fresh Hatchling ever did. "Oh well done", Ilayria clapped her hands. A good-sized dragonet was always a good omen for a Hatching. The tiny creature spread wet wings to dry them, creeling unhappily as it searched for it's chosen human.
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Post by songofhope on Mar 21, 2009 19:06:30 GMT -6
Eris noticed the boy before the boy noticed Eris, and she merely winked at the much younger boy when he shot her a look he knew all too well. Ah boys.
However her attention was sharply snagged by the hatching of the first perfect little one, and Eris had to fight off the urge to cheer for the little hatchling's liberation. She was nervous, her body tense with energy as she ran her hand through her hair, twisting a strand around an idle finger. She couldn't make out much on details be the dragonet, but she ached to touch it, in its miniature glory.
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 21, 2009 19:15:04 GMT -6
Kirnin flashed a small, conspiratorial smile toward Eris, but was distracted before she could reply to wish the other girl the same fortune by the cracking of the first dragon's shell. She gasped softly, looking at the whirling, ghostly rainbow eye with a small smile. "They're hatching,"she breathed anxiously to Eris, then added, just a little louder, "Good luck to you, too! I'm sure you'll impress well." Her words, however, were lost as the hatchling finished its emergence, and a smile stretched across her features. Even if she didn't impress today, it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and she most assuredly wouldn't ever regret this, even if she were to be mauled, though, she observed to herself, she'd rather prefer to avoid that.
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Kalley eyed the hatchling with a small smile. Big hatchlings were a good sign. Better, they were a chance for him to impress well, and that was very, very important to him. Properly speaking, it shouldn't have been. However, this venture had been his idea to begin with. Bringing Kirnin had been his idea. Adding Trevan, however, was not, and he was not happy about it. It was a matter of pride for him to not just impress, but to impress well, and, most importantly of all, to impress better than Trevan. He didn't think all of this in so many words, however. It was more a general feeling, overall.
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Trevan was only half watching the hatching, being as there were a fair few females assembling on the sands worth ogling, but even he was not oblivious enough to fail to notice the first hatchling break shell, and it drew his attention. Riding a dragon would be a good chance for him. He didn't want to live as a holder, and he surely didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps. That was messy work, and he didn't particularly like the idea of doing it. Dragonriding, on the other hand, was prestigious. It was elegant. It was refined, dignified, and impressive. That just felt more... suitable, to him. The hatching of the first dragon, therefor, meant that there was a good chance, now, for him to have that life, and wouldn't that just be the wonder of all wonders? Besides, it'd stick in Kalley's craw so badly if he impressed and his half-brother didn't, and it almost felt to Trevan like well-deserved revenge.
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Post by virenn on Mar 21, 2009 19:55:31 GMT -6
There was something about the cold that Ryker just did not like.
He always hated the cold, from the time he was little. It was not that he couldn’t stand the temperature; he always handled that without a single complaint. The hate he harbored was probably caused by his old lifestyle; there were many preparations that needed to be done in order for his small cothold to survive through the winter. It was something that, every year, he usually did without help of Galron—he had Levona, sure, and possibly the twins if they actually concentrated…
To him, the cold represented nothing that he would likely pick up in idle conversation.
But the rain was life-giving. Every living thing needed water in order to survive, and the fact that it fell so freely was like a gift. It was a free gift that anyone could have, and usually he did not mind standing out in the rain if he had to (he tried to avoid it for particularly long periods of time in order to avoid getting sick). There was just something that seemed so wrong about it being raining during a time of cold.
Ryker really was lost in his thoughts when the sound was called; the words It's time! The Eggs are Hatching! Candidates hurry! ringing thorough his head. He was angry at himself, since he had wandered far from the Candidate Barracks and had to rush to change into the traditional white robes and tie his sandals up. He ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted the clothing just slightly—he knew that the dragons probably didn’t care what he looked like, although it was probably a good idea to look presentable.
He loved the rain, yet hated the cold. How odd would it be that the Hatching would take place during such weather?
As soon as he stepped into the Hatching Grounds, Ryker realized that he was late and, based on the unhappy cry that he heard, had missed the hatching of the first dragonet. Still, he pretended as if he were on time, and bowed to the Senior Queen before he took a position out on the sands.
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 21, 2009 20:07:35 GMT -6
The Hatching threw back his head and gave a pitiful cry of loneliness and despair that ended in a happy gurgle. Without a second thought, the large nutty brown Hatchling began turning in circles under the balcony that held the guests. His mindvoice was mindnumbing as he gurgled for his rider. Mine! Mine! Teryeth is hungery! Mine!, a young lad situated in the stands stood up to claps and cheers from his fellow peers. A rider beckoned him to the stairs and the young lad made a dash across the sands to fall at the brown's feet, wrapping his arms around the dragon. Ph'in strode across the sand to hand the boy a large pail of chopped meat. "Feed him", he told the boy gently.
While this particular melee was going on, another egg cracked shell. This time in a loud shattering explosion that made the candidates closest to it wince in sympathy. This creature was the rich true color of it's caste and would never be mistaken for anything else. Nearly as large as the brown that had Hatched previously, this creature commanded the Sands. The Hatchling shook himself and began to walk forward, moving to Kalley first, reaching out to sniff the young man's robes.
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Post by songofhope on Mar 21, 2009 20:28:43 GMT -6
Eris's heart threatened to burst from sadness at first, and she cupped her ears over her hands at the few painful cries the hatchling gave. Of all the creatures she'd tended and hunted, and the painful cries she had heard in her life... The dragon's calls were the worst. Finally the creature stilled, circling under a balcony and waiting until a boy stumbled free from the sands. Wincing at her reaction, Eris clapped loudly for the new pair, and waved to Ph'in, winking and blowing him a kiss as she giggled at the tiny brown. That creature would grow as large as Jasderth one day, fancy that! Glancing up to see if her favorite brown had joined the crowd, Eris grinned at all those watching. Even little Tribe hummed happily with the other firelizards.
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 21, 2009 20:41:00 GMT -6
Kalley blinked, staring down at the hatchling, and, feeling utterly uncertain, smiled weakly at it. "Er... hello, there, little one," he said quietly, not entirely sure how he should respond to the hatchling sniffing at his robes. He hadn't felt anything in his mind, though, and there had been no voice. That didn't sound like an impression to him. Perhaps it wasn't sure? Prompting surely wouldn't hurt any, would it?
It was a pretty fellow, and though he could tell it wasn't the prestigious beast he'd hoped for, it was surely pleasant, wasn't it? He wouldn't mind impressing to that one.
Kirnin smiled, applauding politely as the brown impressed. The young dragon brought Little Baby to mind, and, curious as to the flit's wellbeing, Kirnin reached out for it, searching. From where he sat, Little Baby paused in his humming to chirp curiously at the girl, looking down at her, and his proximity startled her enough that she stopped clapping to stare up at him in wide-eyed surprise. When had the little devil snuck in?!
The explosive hatching of the second dragon, however, drew her attention back to the sands, and she smiled as the beauty sniffed at Kalley's robes, and at the poleaxed look on her brother's face. Seeing things like that were what made the more annoying periods (like most of the time) a little more worth while.
Then again, if she could impress today, she was surely not going to miss the fighting!
Speaking of, she wondered passingly how Trevan was taking all of this.
The answer to that one was: not well.
Oh, he had been fine when the brown had impressed. He had hardly flinched when the second egg had hatched. He had even smiled as it made its commanding way across the sands. Once it stopped to sniff at Kalley's robes, however, he had stopped smiling. Wouldn't that just be a kick in the teeth? If Kalley were to impress? He'd absolutely have to, then, or he'd never be able to stand the older boy's presence!
It never occurred to him that perhaps a perceived jump in status would smooth the other's temper a bit. All Trevan could see was one more thing for Kalley to harrass him over, and the idea did not appeal to him.
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 21, 2009 20:53:12 GMT -6
The dragon snorted at Kalley's words, flaring its' wings and dancing in place like an excited runner. It headbutted the young man before turning tail and going off to study another candidate. Verm looked frightened at the attention the Hatchling was giving him and tried to duck behind a fatter fellow candidate to hide. The dragon rolled it's eyes and wandered off. Then turned it's head in a whip lash moment. With a sharp bugle the dragon took off across the Sands finding it's own rider with a gentle nuzzle.
While this dragon was busy choosing it's Impressor two more eggs decided to reveal their contents to the Sands and those gathered. A large bulky creature suddenly appeared from one shell, it's former wrapping a pile of sandy shards, while a slimmer more streamlined creature came tumbling out of it's shell to land, spraddle legged at the feet of Astoth. Astoth gave a chortling snort and nosed the Hatchling back to it's feet.
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Post by songofhope on Mar 21, 2009 20:59:21 GMT -6
Eris giggled madly, before gasping again as several eggs errupted at once. Beautiful creatures all, the blond watched as dragonets raced around, smiling as one raced past to find its rider, and then turning haunted blue eyes to the little ones that hovered near their golden mother. Oh, to be a rider... Eris crossed her fingers, humming a few notes of a lucky song she knew. Would she be able to write her father, and tell her of success?
(Sorry, short posts between eggs >< At work, so trying to keep it brief!)
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Post by virenn on Mar 21, 2009 21:10:49 GMT -6
Ryker was told stories of Hatchings—either in the passing or directly, but he heard of them. He knew of the mauling, of betweenings and other terrible events. But he had not expected a dragonet to Impress to someone in the stands.
Still, boy who Impressed was lucky; he would have a fine dragon one day, that’s for sure. Not only that, but his Impressing had stopped the hatchling from going between. Ryker knew that the Weyr needed all of its hatchlings (seeing as they were at war with the South), and it would have been unfortunate to see one of them go, especially since a hatching was supposed to be a joyous occasion…
He was yanked from his thoughts as an egg all but exploded; the hatchling had made quite an entrance. Quickly, he realized that the creature was probably demanding the attention of everyone present on the sands as it made its way towards the Candidates. Ryker watched as it seemed to take interest in one of them, only to end up head butting him before running off to find Theirs.
When he looked back towards the clutch once more, he realized that two more eggs had hatched. While Ryker hoped to Impress, he did not want to prepare himself for the disappointment that would follow in the case that he did not. He would keep his dream to himself until his lifemate found him, if he was lucky enough to have one.
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Post by Femisis on Mar 21, 2009 21:12:02 GMT -6
Sharditsharditshardit!!!! The one day she was out of the Weyr on an errand for the headwoman was the day the Hatching had to begin. She'd been on her way back, sack in hand, when the sharding rain began. It wasn't just a light drizzle, no. It was a heavy, freezing rain that seeped into your bones and made you uncomfortable for the rest of the day, leaving you shivering and shaking for hours. She still had quite a ways to go, but Crescentia had run for it, trusting, or hoping, rather, that the rain would keep any bandits away. She wasn't heavily armed and hadn't been able to convince anyone to go with her, though she was sure Trevan and/or Kalley would have come if she had found them.
"S-shardit..." Cresce chattered as she stripped out of her soaking wet clothes, leaving them on the floor as she groped around for her candidate robe. She yanked it on unceremoniously and tied her sopping hair back in a tail before darting off toward the sands, practically shoving anyone in her way aside. She finally made it, but had to wait for an opening before she could hastily bow to the Queen, then darted off toward the female's circle.
"W-what've I m-missed?" She asked Kirnin quietly as she stood beside the girl, still freezing despite the heat of the sands. "I'm going to personally k-kill the headwoman when I g-get a chance..."
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 21, 2009 21:16:12 GMT -6
Trevan blinked. Twice. Then he stared. Then he blinked again.
:T'vanmine? T'vanmine, are you okay? Be okay! I want you to be okay! Please be okay?:[/color]
The whimpery tone in the tiny creature's voice finally penetrated, and the boy reached down and stroked the dragon gently between his headknobs. "Sorry, Ghalyth," he said softly, looking faintly awed. "I just... you surprised me, that's all," he explained, smiling.
All at once, the momentousness of the event hit him. He'd impressed. He was going to be a dragonrider. And not only that, but he'd impressed a hatchling who had actively passed Kalley up. Oooooh, but that would stick in his half-brother's craw! And a pretty dragon, too! And didn't blues fly greens the most? And weren't greens the most common dragons on Pern? And didn't they impress to girls with some frequency? Well, this just kept getting better!
:If you're alright... then I'm hungry,:[/color] the hatchling whined. :Veeeeeeeery hungry. I want to eat! You need to feed me, please, please, pleaaaaaaaaaaaase!:[/color]
"Alright, alright!" he said, laughing softly and holding up a hand in defeat. "Food. This way. Right now, I promise. Come on, Ghalyth."
Smiling, he led the dragon off, pausing just long enough to flash his brother a broad, confident, and just a little chauvinistic, smile.
When Kirnin realized that her younger half-brother had impressed, not only did she applaud, but she whistled, too. It was a bit much, sure, but this would do him some good. Having someone count on him, especially as much as a hatchling was likely to, would shape him up, if nothing else! He hardly needed the ego boost, of course, she noted as she caught his cocky grin at Kalley, but that couldn't be helped.
Satisfied with that, she turned back to the sands, smiling at the other two hatchlings who'd broken shell. They really were precious little things, weren't they? She passingly wondered just how many people there would be going home that day with broken hearts. Fortunately, however, she wasn't overly concerned about her own.
It wasn't that she was certain she would impress. Far from it. The fact of the matter was, Kirnin anticipated she would not impress. However, if both Kalley and Trevan could manage to--and Trev, now T'van, already had--then she could take a chance at a life with a little peace and quiet, and that would be good enough for her. Especially now that she had Little Baby.
She smiled at Cresce, then, and whispered, "Not much. Two impressions, a brown and a blue. But look--hatchlings," she said softly, nodding toward the little dragons on the sands.
Kalley was not a happy man. His irritation was etched on every line of his face. This was entirely unfair! Why would a dragon, ANY dragon, pass him up for that CRETIN Trevan? Why would any dragon WANT that useless lump of flesh? It just didn't make sense! As Trevan--for he refused to think of his half brother by an unearned honorific--smirked at him, he felt a compelling urge to smack the smile off the boy's face.
He didn't, however, jerking his head around to glower back at the sands. Staring at the new hatchlings, he began to calm down. Alright, the ninny had impressed. Fine. The hatching wasn't over yet. His dragon had just not hatched, is all. It would, and it would be a large, strapping, handsome dragon, bigger and nicer than that twit of a blue that had impressed to Trev. That was all.
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 21, 2009 21:59:41 GMT -6
The slimmer hatchling climbed gracefully to it's feet, nuzzled its' dam and turned. Murmurs went up through the crowd as the creature moved. No gangly Hatchling this, this creature already walked with a grace that few of the dragonkind possessed. Turning its' head left and right it struggled to find its' chosen rider among those assembled. And then, there, a faint line of something. Wiggling at the Hatchling began to move towards the girls slowly, oh so slowly. Then YES! That was her, right there, oh happy day. He had found his rider.
The bulkier dragon wasted no time in Impressing his own, shoving Kalley aside rudely, the brown chose the young man just behind him. One Juil by name and now rightfully J'uil. Mine, Nivanth is hungry. May we eat now?, the brown asked, licking his rider to show his appreciation for a good meal. With those two Hatchlings Impressed, the Sands fell, silent. Twelve eggs now rested in silence, the metallic gold egg never having wavered once.
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