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Post by Snow on Sept 23, 2011 22:40:05 GMT -5
Neiram’s eyes stayed half way on the little gold and half way on the other eggs. Her eyes were especially trained on the giant Dancing Square egg. Her eyes widened in excitement as the green egg hopped across the sands a way to bump into the Fuddy Dud egg before it fell onto its side. She was surprised to see a mottled looking brown stand up from the wreckage of the egg shell.
She was a bit said that the beautiful shell was now broken, but the brown dragonet was beautiful himself, so it all worked out. ”He’s a big’un, ain’t he?” Neiram said to those standing near to her. The brown and the gold seemed to talk for a moment before the brown strolled over to the candidates.
He walked right up to Kogran and Neiram held her breath thinking that the boy was going to be the lucky one to impress first. However, the brown seemed to just drag the boy towards the Fuddy Dud egg. ”I wonder what he’s wanting Kogran to do?” She asked outloud. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eavan wasn’t sure where to look, but once the Dancing Square egg started ‘dancing’ it’s way around the sands her eyes went there. As big as the egg was, she was almost positive it held a bronze, but she wasn’t too surprised when it revealed a large brown. The thing was cute in its clumsy way.
Unlike the gold that seemed to be taken her dear sweet time, the large brown wobbled his way right up to Kogran. Eavan almost cheered in congrats for the boy, but then she realized that the brown hadn’t impressed him. The baby simply wanted Kogran to go to the Fuddy Dud egg. That was odd indeed. Eavan had never seen a dragonet enlist the help of a random candidate to go look at one of the other eggs.
Typically once the dragonets were hatched they found their life mate and immediately wanted fed. Perhaps there was something special about this clutch. No matter what though, so far both the babies looked healthy even if the gold was too small and the brown too big for typical golds and browns.
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Post by Rust on Sept 23, 2011 22:48:15 GMT -5
Ophelia with a gold? Kogran wasn't sure if he liked or disliked that idea. She probably would do a great job but he still found her a little intimidating. He looked at Prinner. "I suppose you're right."
Then the next egg hatched, and Kogran turned back to the sands, looking to see which egg it was and what color it was, but the little dragon moved right toward him. Kogran felt his heart beat, thinking at first that he was about to impress and then, when he didn’t see the rainbow he saw in Ari’s eyes, afraid he was about to be mauled. He took a step back, but couldn’t avoid the determined thing. He was pulled right on to the sands and placed beside one of the eggs.
One that wasn’t moving. Kogran looked at the brown and then back at the unmoving egg. Was… was he supposed to open it? Ari circled around his head in the opposite direction the brown was moving. He looked at them both, the egg, then the other candidates and finally the crowd. He was so unsure… he didn’t want to do anything wrong. What was he supposed to do?
Kogran set a hand on the Fuddy Dud, hoping that it would give him some insight.
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Post by Sher on Sept 23, 2011 23:20:47 GMT -5
From the Fuddy Dud, echoing bewilderment rolled back toward Kogran. The egg was still motionless, and apparently not ready to respond. While the Cloudburst Brown continued to circle the herdsman, the Lady’s Embrace gave an especially vigorous jerk, and a dark green snout thrust right through the hole it had just created. The air seemed to strengthen the hatchling, as it soon weakened the structure of its egg enough to fracture the whole pink-and-red mess. The Enchanted Green lifted her dark nose to the air, for all the world like a canine scenting something, then rolled onto her side indolently, neck arched so she could look around. Finally, an average-sized hatchling! She ignored the sand now sticking to her damp hide in favor of getting right down to business. Her eyes caught on a particular someone- someone out away from the line of candidates, being circled by her brown brother- and a brilliant rainbow of Impression flashed across the facets as a delighted croon sounded from her throat. Not a whole minute out of the shell, and she found Hers almost without looking. Then her eyes went a little yellow with worry when she realized that her chosen mindmate was touching the Fuddy Dud. Green baby wings drooped. Mine... you didn't like my egg... do you like... me?[/i] Unhappiness made the green lower her snout to the sand. Maybe with a firelizard to love, he didn't want her. Marith, the Enchanted Color: Green Final Size: 26’ long Optional Theme Songs: “Hero of the Day” (Metallica) / "Lebanese Blonde" (Thievery Corporation) Appearance: Though at hatching Marith isn’t large, she will grow beautifully into her elongated shape. She has the budding qualities of a typical green dragon in abundance; a long rudderlike tail for making swift maneuvers in the air, powerful haunches for fast takeoffs, and narrow wings like those of a falcon. Her muscle structure doesn't look to be the bulky sort, but she is undeniably solid even as a hatchling. Her lean figure only serves to heighten her feminine curves. Her head is made up of finely sculpted bones and a narrow muzzle, more like a runner than anything, and absolutely lovely. Color-wise, she is not extraordinary. Forest green is the base hue, with lighter and darker areas blending across the hide- most notably, the near-black snout and the trailing edge of the wingsails: markings she most likely inherited from the clutchfather, Mnarith. [/b] [li] General - This is a green that can only be called lady-like. She is innately gracious, less in a sense that she feels she is better than others, but more that she really doesn’t mind if others inconvenience her. As long as there is an apology, or if it was accidental at the very least. Malice and spite confuse her, and she is easily hurt when they are directed her way. Marith is free with compliments- to the point that male dragons might get the wrong idea, that she is flirting with them. A true lady would never be so bold! No, she merely seeks to unleash her natural charm on an unsuspecting world. They won’t be unsuspecting for long. Around other humans, she is polite, but a bit reserved. She chooses not to speak to them most of the time, unless of course it is an emergency and “uncultured behavior” (mindspeaking a human she isn’t bonded to) is forgivable. Though Marith is clever, has an good vocabulary- pulled from Kogran's mind, most likely- and has a decent memory, she is absolutely scatterbrained. It takes a lot of willpower (self-directed or otherwise) to keep her focused on whatever task is imminent, with very few exceptions. This is probably in part due to her dislike of most physical labor. It's a good thing she is naturally slender; a good thing, too, that she likes to do 'the right thing.' [/li][li] Reproduction - Marith probably won't attach herself easily to the thought of a permanent mate, simply because it isn’t the common circumstance for a dragon. However, should she find a suitably refined male with mutual interest, things could develop that way. Mating flights are like sampling fine wines to her, not something to finish quickly; even should she tire in the air, she will take to the ground and dodge coyly around until she is finally caught or utterly exhausted. She prefers to make certain there are no humans around to observe the act, feeling that it is utterly private, only to be shared with Hers and their mates. And if the prospective male makes his move before she is ready, she will react with a rare tail-whip to the snout and scold his lack of manners. Eggs she views with a certain wistfulness; hatchlings, she simply adores, no matter who clutched them. [/li][li] Threadfall - If Thread would simply disappear, Marith would be perfectly content not to soil her hide and risk injury to Hers fighting it. But as long as there is Thread, she will be there, ready to use her streamlined body to best advantage. It’s just the right thing to do. Even when injured she will yearn to be out there, fulfilling what she considers to be her destiny. Marith, at peak condition, might last for just over half of a ‘Fall – excellent, really, considering the constraints of her color and good (rather than exemplary) endurance. She would be the first to throw herself into the way of a clump of Thread if she thought someone was in immediate danger. Heroic behavior, but exceedingly dangerous if not curbed with a healthy dose of self-preservation. [/li][li] The Bond - Marith sought Kogran instinctively, knowing without looking much at all that here was one who could protect her- but also one that she can shield in turn. As loving and gentle as she tends to be, seeming so vulnerable, only the cruelest would dare to be angry at her. It would hurt her feelings, but she wouldn’t be angry. No: the only thing that could drive her to that extreme of emotion would be a threat to Hers. She might even be moved to physically attack, but not to draw blood. Even her unswerving loyalty to Hers cannot alter her that far. But then, when faced with an angry dragon, most would flee anyway.[/li][/ul]
Meanwhile, the Cloudburst Brown was looking put out that the green had cut in and stolen his dancing partner. He paced instead toward Neiram, trying to push the girl to join him in the middle of the eggs- one of which now had a hole with a foot stuck out of it. A metallic tan foot that quickly withdrew. The hatchling inside the rainbow-speckled Pompous Speech Egg was almost definitely a bronze!
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Post by Snow on Sept 23, 2011 23:49:24 GMT -5
Eavan was watching what was going on with the brown and Kogran so closely that she didn't even notice the Lady's Embrace egg hatch. She hoped that there was nothing wrong with the Fuddy Dud egg, though she knew a lot of people had assumed that it wouldn't hatch. Hence the name after all. She had hoped that it would hatch though.
Out of the corner of her eye, then, she spotted the green dragonet. It was a little shocking to see a dragon there all of a sudden. The poor dear looked sad and Eavan wondered why. Perhaps hers hadn't arrived yet, though she thought all of the candidates were on the sands now. Then she realized that it was looking towards Kogran. Surely that meant the boy had impressed first after all!
The brown then went up to Neiram and repeated the same process it had done with Kogran. Eavan wasn't too worried about the young girl, but the large brown was much bigger to her than it had been to Kogran. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Neiram saw the green hatched and practically squealed at how darling the thing was. It didn't want her though, she saw that much. No the beautiful green wanted...Kogran. "Yay! Good for you Kogran!" She said, but what ever else she would have said was cut off by a rather large brown dragonet that was starting to push her towards the middle of the eggs.
"Whoa, easy there big fella. I'm not sure what you want, but you better watch where you step with those large feet of yours. Can't you see I'm just a spit of a thing?" Neiram said as she didn't fight the brown dragonet.
Once in the middle of the eggs, Neiram was at a lost for what to do. So she did the only logical thing she could think of. "Well, what now big guy? What do you want me to do?" She asked facing the brown dragonet. He really couldn't expect her to read his mind, they hadn't even impressed! If he wanted something from her he was going to have to at least show her or give her a hint.
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Post by Rust on Sept 24, 2011 9:50:51 GMT -5
Nothing but his own emotions, still. For a moment he had thought the egg was confused too, but then he remembered, and could feel that it was just himself. Still confused about what he should do, he couldn't help but get a feeling.... He looked up from the Fuddy Dud just before the Lady's Embrace hatched.
He heard her in his mind, and quickly removed his hand from the Fuddy Dud. He felt overwhelmed for a few moments, standing there, looking at the beautiful green and smelling the fish in the air, but he forgot it all quick enough. When he heard her in his mind, he almost felt his heart break.
“I like you,” Kogran said quietly. For a moment he still stood there, beside the Fuddy Dud, unsure of himself, but he had forgotten all about the crowd and the other candidates. Marith didn’t move either. Kogran realized it wasn’t time for being unsure of himself. He ran to His, and knelt beside her, putting a hand on her neck.
“Don’t worry. I like you a lot!” He added how that he was there.
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Post by ambigious on Sept 24, 2011 9:53:48 GMT -5
From somewhere to her left, Ophelia could have sworn she heard her name mentioned. With a gentle tilt of her chin she glanced in that direction, but barely had enough time to register Kogran's face before a large brown bit down on his tunic and yanked him forward. Instantly, Ophelia's body tensed and her heart raced, an immediate fight or flight response to the situation. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she watched, brows furrowed, but since none of the other dragons or people were reacting -- despite the slight gasp from the audience -- she didn't do anything yet. After a second, the brown deposited the boy by the Fuddy Duddy egg. Still watching, Ophelia almost missed the hatching of the green, if it weren't for a welcoming hum from Amaroq.
The brown seemed excited at the hatching of the green, which didn't surprise her; he was a male, after all, even if they were distant cousins. Thus, as Amaroq lounged on her shoulder and glanced towards the green, still too lazy to really move, Ophelia followed his gaze and spotted the lovely little creature. She seemed very...feminine, in an almost dainty way. Ophelia wasn't sure how she felt about that. Should fighting dragons be dainty? But then again, they were young still, and weren't expected to fight thread anytime soon. No sooner had this thought crossed Ophelia's mind, then she saw the rainbow flash of Impression, and glanced around. She expected someone to step forward and claim the little girl, but when she didn't curiosity began to rise within her.
Unfortunately for her active mind, Amaroq merely snorted and sent her a mental image of Kogran standing by the eggs. Without a response, Ophelia watched the line of the green's sight and noticed that she was indeed staring intently at Kogran's back. At that moment she heard Neiram's exclamation, and merely watched. After another second the boy removed his hand from the egg, turned, and rushed to the green's side. Without even thinking about it, Ophelia gave a curt nod of her head in approval. But then Ophelia heard Neiram comment once more, and glanced over as the brown advanced on her. Instinctively Ophelia stepped forward, the situation triggering some sort of instinct within her. Neiram was much smaller than the brown dragonet. If it tried anything...Ophelia gritted her teeth and waited impatiently as the brown deposited her as well in the middle of the eggs. Confused by his chosen's rapid change of mood, Amaroq chirped a question and tilted his head to the side.
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Post by azure on Sept 24, 2011 10:07:20 GMT -5
A brown was next, the hatchling giving Prinner a scare as it looked like he was attacking Kogran for a moment. What was the brown up to? He wanted people at the Fuddy Dud egg. He took a hesitant step forward, then stopped. If something needed done, surely the Queen would know and be the one encouraging people forward? He did not think stepping forward on his own was a good idea.
The green that hatched next was a gorgeous little thing! He hadn't known they would be so cute. The gold and green were both beauties!
--- T'Prin and Lyrith both cheered at the hatching and impression of the little green. Greens were the best color as far as both were concerned. There could never be too many greens.
--- This was a different hatching then he had ever been to. A brown hatchling tugging candidates forward to do something? A small queen? There was certainly hope for him with all the strange things going on.
Oh wait! another egg was hatching! He had wanted to see what was in the Pompous Speech egg! Julim rose onto his toes, not wanting to miss a second of this, the most unusual hatching ever.
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Post by weetia on Sept 24, 2011 10:16:07 GMT -5
Patala was surprised when Ophelia answered her. Sometimes when she got nervous and started babbling, she almost forgot people could listen. "Ok, so don't get stunned and forget to move out of their way," she answered the other girl. "If I stay alert I'll be fine. I hope everyone else stays alert too, then." She cocked her had at the description of hatchlings. The flitter hatchlings had seemed cute, but maybe when they were much larger, they were more awkward.
Patala focused more on the eggs then, watching them rock, especially the egg she had learned was called the Motion of the Ocean. She remembered it as the very calm and patient egg, and was surprised when it was the first to hatch...as a gold? From one of the smallest eggs? She sort of expected the dragon to go to Eavan, who seemed one of the calmest candidates to Patala, but instead the little gold just decided to clean herself before Impressing.
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Kolaris looked over at Neiram with wide eyes. He hadn't noticed her come up beside him, and that surprised him, since he usually kept an eye on her...just in case she tried to drag him somewhere. Really. She had apparently had time to braid her hair before coming to the sands...and why was he looking at her instead of the eggs. He probably didn't have to keep a wary eye on her, she wouldn't just drag him along when she Impressed. Would she Impress without him? He shook his head, that wasn't something he should care about.
When the gold hatched, he looked nervously over at Neiram again. However, the gold didn't go straight for her as he halfway expected, but no, she had preferred the Dancing Square egg. Which hatched next.
Kolaris stared as the brown went straight to Kogran. No, that one should be Neiram's, even though girls didn't usually get browns. But the boy didn't Impress the brown after all? Kolaris had been to several hatchings, and he had never seen a hatchling decide to be stage manager before.
He stared as the boy touched the unmoving Fuddy Dud egg, and was suddenly very sad. He had seen a couple of eggs that didn't hatch, but he had never touched one. That egg had been alive, if quiet. It was there before. Why wasn't it rocking yet?
When Kogran got the green, the first Impression, Kolaris was happy for him. Then the Dancing Square brown came back to Neiram, and he was excited for her...mostly. He led the girl away, but didn't seem to choose her, and Kolaris was frustrated on her behalf. She had adored that egg, and now he just wanted to lead her around the sands.
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J'lin was watching the bewildering Hatching from Portenth's perch on the wall. He was delighted to see the gold hatch first, and then nervous when she didn't Impress right away. He wasn't worried about her size, she had plenty of time to grow. What did worry him was her lack of interest in the candidates. He didn't remember it himself, but everyone at Sunset Weyr knew what had happened to the only other gold to hatch on these grounds. There were enough candidates here. Surely, one of them was hers!
Then the brown didn't Impress right away either, though he seemed quite comfortable with several of the candidates. That green finally chose a boy, which was a relief, but J'lin kept watching that little gold anxiously. If she didn't find a rider, he didn't know if the Weyr would be able to hold it together.
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Post by Sher on Sept 24, 2011 10:29:44 GMT -5
The Cloudburst Brown finished herding the poor girl into place, trilling like a firelizard in his excitement. He started trying to nose his way under her candidate robes, but lacked the coordination to crawl under. He was at least being very gentle with Neiram. After glancing toward Rusith and Coreanth to see if they were going to do anything about the strangeness at hand, the Tidal Gold finally took it on herself to intervene. She stood, and doggedly approached the brown. Her movements were much smoother than before. Once she was nose to nose with him, the size difference was even more obvious. The longer they stood that way, the lower the brown ducked his head, until he was looking down at the sand. A scolding, perhaps? The gold snorted at Neiram, not unkindly, and shuffled her wings primly before waddling over to the Pompous Speech Egg to look inside the hole. She chirped encouragingly. The rainbow-speckled egg crunched apart from the weakened areas beside the hole, and the Emporer Bronze got up and shook like a wet canine. His light hide all but glowed beneath the twin shimmer of wet and metallic. He snorted at the Tidal Gold, and turned to start a slow, regal march along the line of candidates, examining them thoroughly. Well, somebody certainly had a high opinion of himself! As slowly as he moseyed along, there was no trace of hatchling clumsiness, but it could have just been disguised by the careful pace. The Cloudburst Brown had apparently spent long enough playing- or the earlier encounter had been a scolding. Now his head swerved and locked into position, looking directly at Patala. He broke into an ungainly trot, head outstretched as the telltale rainbows of Impression spun through his eyes. She told me I was being irresponsible, Mine. Your Drinath only wanted to have fun! Can I eat yet? Food would make me feel so much better…Drinath, the Cloudburst Color: Brown Final Size: 40’ long Optional Theme Songs: "Cash Machine" (Hard-Fi) / “All You Can Know” (Steve McDonald) Appearance: Drinath looks like a sandstorm in progress, no joke. Dusty tans mingle with deeper, murkier browns, like clouds of dust- and across his wingsails, the illusion is so sharp as to be uncanny. Even as a hatchling, this big boy has a promise of size that is almost impossible to comprehend. He will be built like a brick outhouse, as muscular as a wher but nowhere near as menacing, which will detract attention from his length- which in itself is remarkable, matching the record length of a brown forty Turns ago. His head is as broad as the rest of him, attractive despite the width of his features- perhaps due to the fact that it is entirely proportionate. His wings are most emphatically not, on the other hand; he has a wide spread, but the wingsails seem to be narrow, more along the lines of what one would expect from an agile blue. It isn’t a pretty effect, but it will make Drinath a legend among browns where aerobatics are concerned. [/b] [li] General - Though Drinath is essentially good at heart, he does tend to be pessimistic. Not that he would let anyone but His know it willingly, but with his moods written in the swirl of each eye, he can’t hide the negativity very well. He is a diligent sort, doing whatever needs to be done whether he’s told to or not, and often seeing to his own meals autonomously- mostly because he wants what he wants and doesn’t like to wait to get it. He doesn’t trust easily, always looking for the hidden barbs when he’s spoken to, taking even constructive criticism for scolding. There is a good side to all this, however. Since he doesn’t like leaving things for others to do, he can be extremely competent. He typically strives to do the best he can, and to land His in a position he feels they deserve- namely, Weyrleader!- but it often seems to him that he is wasting time. Why wait for Turns of experience needed for a good position when there is so much raw talent and youthful exuberance now? This seeming unfairness- and any others he may perceive- will leave him silently grumbling to His. Especially if it involves sharing something he wants all to himself- a kill, his bonded’s attentions, or a female dragon he covets. [/li][li] Reproduction - Drinath would love nothing more than to be able to sire a clutch or twelve. His self-reliance extends to Flights, in that he is not the type to let another male fly point just for an easier chase. He is brutally honest in telling females why he wants them, the raw desire all-encompassing until she has been Caught. His sheer size will put him at something of a disadvantage with all but the largest greens, though it puts him soundly in the running for any goldflights he may have the temerity to enter. [/li][li] Threadfall - Thread? What Thread? Drinath is contemptuous of the mindless spores, seeing them for what they are (unlike many)- unable to even fight back, only injuring the unlucky or unwary or unskilled- even then only by accident. It isn’t simple duty that drives him aloft, it is dislike. Thread is more than just the reason his kind was created. It is an affront to his sensibilities. Because he can’t be everywhere at once, though if he thought he could get away with it, he would try to be! His endurance mixed with his self-imposed standards mean that only severe injuries will bring him down; a sprained wing is no deterrent. He will tend to ignore the warning signs of his own body until the last spore has been flamed into submission- or he trembles from exhaustion. His rider may be hard-pressed to regulate this aspect of the brown’s personality. [/li][li] The Bond - Patala is initially the only worthy person, to Drinath’s mind, the only one with the raw potential to equal his own. Having a bit of sport with others doesn't change that. His mindmate is the only person he feels fully at ease around. As the brown’s mental bastion, Patala in turn has a creature that keeps a mental eye on her at all times. From the very beginning, the bond will have unusual strength- perhaps because of Drinath’s reluctance to let go and be alone in his own mind. The brown needs to be needed, frankly, and will go to great lengths to prove that he is indispensable above and beyond the shared devotion. No task she asks of him will be too small, too foolish, or glossed over.[/li][/ul] Two eggs were moving in tandem now, the Sneaking Hand seeming to be stuck in a race with the Drum Solo. The Drum Solo egg split almost perfectly as the hatchling inside it stood up within its confines- but settled back just as rapidly, so there was just the briefest glimpse of something dark and (to some) sinister. An orange flake of shell fell away, and a spinning eye glared balefully from it. The Sneaking Hand, which fell onto its side and burst like a… well, like a dropped egg, didn’t miss a beat. The Slinking Blue, smaller than his brown brother but quite substantial, crouched inside the splinters of the shell, wings instinctively mantling as his yellow eyes spun wildly. His head snapped from side to side, frantically. A baby growl could be heard by those nearest to the Slinking Blue. What was the matter with him…?
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Post by Snow on Sept 24, 2011 11:22:22 GMT -5
Obviously the little brown wanted something, but Neiram still had no clue as to what. "Hey, stop that you improper thing. Really now." Neiram scolded the brown as he tried to crawl under her robes. She'd never known that dragon could be so...well improper. Before she could say anything else, though, the tiny gold came up and stared nose to nose with the brown.
Neiram wished she knew what the diminutive gold was saying to her larger brother, but all she could gather was that the gold was scolding him the same way she was doing. "At least you have some manners." She said boldly to the little gold. Then the Pompous Speech egg hatched and the most magnificent baby bronze she'd ever seen. Well, to be honest, it was the only baby bronze she'd ever seen.
The brown finally decided that he had done enough playing, so he walked over to the one he wanted for life. Neiram was surprised to see him impress to Patala, but gave out a whoop none the less. Then, two more eggs hatched. The Drum Solo and the Sneaking Hand. The blue that came from the Sneaking Hand egg was a doll, of course, but she couldn't see what had hatched from the Drum Solo. Not that it mattered, Ophelia was probably going to impress whatever it was anyways. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eavan could tell that the brown wasn't trying to hurt Ophelia and the girl wasn't panicking and causing things to be worse for herself, so she wasn't worried. The little gold finally took some action and scolded the brown into stop playing. Eavan couldn't help but smile. Small or not that gold knew exactly what she was and wasn't afraid to show it. She respected that.
A bronze hatched from the Pompous Speech egg, not really surprising. The baby acted just how it seemed it would act: full of himself. He was a handsome thing though. In the back of her mind she wondered if Julim would get him and thought that the boy deserved a bronze.
Two other eggs hatched then, the Drum Solo and the Sneaking Hand. She strained to try and see what the angry Drum Solo egg had produced, but couldn't tell. The other baby, though, was a beautiful blue. He seemed angry though and thrashed his head from side to side.
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Post by weetia on Sept 24, 2011 11:25:26 GMT -5
Patala was watching the little gold, wondering who she would choose. Was it common for hatchlings to just sit there instead of finding a person? Patala remembered then that this was the patient egg, and she guessed that this was just part of that. The gold was willing to wait.
A huge brown hatched next, and Patala watched him since he at least seemed to be doing something. He headed to Kogran, and she was totally confused when he just led the boy to another egg. That tiny egg that she had rather liked, and now was not moving. The boy got a green, then but from a completely different egg, and Patala realize the brown must be playing with the candidates. Kogran was happy enough, but the little dragonet really shouldn't be playing with people's feelings.
He led Neiram away next, and the other girl gave him a gentle scolding when he prodded her around. Then the gold suddenly approached him, and Patala stared, stunned as he seemed to be chastised by his tiny sister. She missed the other hatchings that followed quickly, watching the playful brown.
He turned and looked straight at her, suddenly, and Patala caught her breath. She told me I was being irresponsible, Mine. Your Drinath only wanted to have fun! Can I eat yet? Food would make me feel so much better…
"Of course you can have some food, Drinath," she burst out aloud, after a long moment of stunned silence. "And you didn't do any harm. They weren't scared at all, or hurt. You weren't irresponsible, but you did keep me waiting." She walked toward him with a bright smile, and moist eyes.
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Post by azure on Sept 24, 2011 11:40:06 GMT -5
Oh what a beauty. Julim swallowed hard feeling the familiar mix of desire, envy and uncertainty wash over him. His back straightened even further, shoulders back and chin up as the bronze hatchling walked toward the candidates.
He had always envied his father's bronze, the dragon got so many smiles and so much attention when Julim got so little. The two only needed each other and the world outside them only got shown what was right and proper to be shown.
Strangely, he could see how that would work now. You could keep the important bits, the vulnerable bits safe with the other and present a strong front. This little guy was even refusing to show any clumsiness right out of the egg!
You had to admire that much determination. That he was an awesome looking hatchling didn't hurt either. Get him clean and oiled and he would shine in the sunlight.
---- Prinner's jaw dropped open a bit. He couldn't help it. There were 4 hatchlings on the sands, all amazing. A queen already running things, a bronze looking like he'd stepped out of a tapestry and a blue and - what was that one? The angry one? He'd really rather the angry one or the sneaky blue didn't chose him, thanks.
Of course that left 2 who would never chose him. Oh well, there were still others. And there would be other hatchings.
He settled back onto his heels to see what would happen next.
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Post by Sher on Sept 24, 2011 12:15:01 GMT -5
Kadia had applauded as loudly as anyone for the selections thus far, but she figured the new weyrlings were probably getting to the hungry phase by now. Better to preempt any problems that might arise. Will you bespeak Keth, and have him ask His to show the newly Impressed to the food? she asked, shifting her excess weight from one foot to the other. She felt like such a fifth wheel; but that was always, wasn’t it?
Rusith did so, but her tail twitched at the momentary distraction. Keth, mine would like Weyrlingmaster N’rak to show the weyrlings to their first meal. The buckets of prepared meat had been brought in as unobtrusively as possible, set along the wall nearest the archway exiting to the Weyrbowl. More were just arriving by virtue of weyr staff depositing them; mostly the folks that had seen enough Hatchings to no longer get worked up about them, aside from doing their work more quickly. It was just a sad fact that somebody always missed out on seeing each Hatching.
The Emperor Bronze halted his march in front of Julim with a quickly-controlled wobble, crooning questioningly up at them, then looked further down the line. Confusion was clear in the tilt of his head. Hesitatingly, he stepped forward, glanced back, kept going until he stood in front of Kolaris. He sat on his haunches and sounded a long, low keening, one that made Rusith rear up on her hind legs and bellow in alarm until she saw what was happening. The aging gold shut her wings self-consciously.
The Slinking Blue hatchling screamed a challenge from his position, seeming to disregard the bronze’s distress in the strength of his own emotion. He could feel his human over there, and that snooty bronze thought he was going to have first pick? Not on this blue’s watch! The swirly blue hatchling scrambled to his feet and broke into a shambling run, swirling eyes fiery with outrage. The movements would have been laughable in their lack of coordination, except that as the bronze looked up with bewilderment, the blue launched across the last few feet of distance and slammed into the bronze with his little baby claws outstretched.
Rusith watched passively as the pair fell over against Ophelia, knocking her to the ground. Luck was arguably with the young woman; rather than getting mauled, she only got a scratch across her thigh from one of the Slinking Blue's badly aimed swipes. The mature gold could not, or would not, interfere, and in fact turned her head to look at Coreanth, utterly ignoring the one-sided brawl. The Tidal Gold hatchling tried to look calm as well, but the rapid spin of her eyes belied her worry.
The bronze had an advantage of size, but his protesting howls indicated he wanted nothing of this fight; it was the blue’s fault! He whipped his tail around to thump the blue solidly, with no effect. The Slinking Blue attached his teeth to the bronze’s windpipe, little claws raking at whatever they could reach. Which was a lot, now that he was pinning the bronze in a shocking display of strength for a baby blue.
Now things were getting serious. (Thank you, Captain Obvious.)
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Post by weetia on Sept 24, 2011 13:08:10 GMT -5
Kolaris was a little offended when he saw the brown from Neiram's egg Impress to the holder girl. Oh, he had no problem with the girl, though they hadn't really interacted. But Neiram had loved the egg so much, and he had rather hoped she would get her dragonet. She had certainly spent more time with the egg than anyone else had. The girl looked so happy, though, and Kolaris couldn't begrudge her the large friendly brown.
He wasn't as surprised to see a bronze hatch from the Pompous Speech egg as he would have been earlier, but he had to admit that two golds from one clutch would have been unlikely. The bronze was certainly a perfect example of the color, though, and Kolaris had to admit he was handsome. He would never choose the lighthearted, mischievious scamp near the end of the candidates, though. There, he had stopped at Julim, which didn't surprise Kolaris at all.
The Drum Solo and Sneaking Hand eggs opened as well, though the drum solo dragonet stayed inside his broken egg. Kolaris watched worriedly as the little blue began growling. Why was he so upset? Surely his person was on the sands. Even if it wasn't Kolaris, and he had rather liked that egg. What a large blue, though. So far only the green and the bronze hatchlings had seemed to be the normal sizes.
Kolaris noticed though, that the bronze kept going past Julim, no longer so confident. He actually got all the way to the youngest candidate, and Kolaris felt his eyes widen in alarm. Surely he wasn't meant to be a bronzerider. He got in too much trouble. The keening was bad enough, but the outraged shriek startled him, and he stared in horror as the little blue attacked the bronze.
Ophelia got knocked over, and the bronze was not effectively fighting back against the blue. Kolaris couldn't figure out why none of the older dragons were stopping it, when he saw the blue get a grip on the bronze's neck, and start clawing away.
"OK, stop that now," he snapped, very upset. Mischief was one thing, but this was dangerous. He lunged forward himself, and reached for the blue to pull him off the larger bronze. At this point, he wasn't thinking about how stupid that might be. He just knew that the fight had to stop.
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Post by azure on Sept 24, 2011 14:16:21 GMT -5
oh no. This was not happening. The bronze of the clutch was not going to get killed if he could help it. Even a vain little bronze was too important to the Weyr to lose. Worse - they might lose them both if the bronze went between if it was hurt badly.
Julim let out a yell for help as he ran to kick the blue hatchling's tail. "Chaos! Mayhem! come help me! he visualized them darting around the blues head, scaring it away from the bronze. He had no idea if this was going to work and he had really better be able to out run the blue hatchling if it turned on him. He knew he wouldn't have to tell the Blues to protect him though, they had that instinct naturally.
Where was the little gold? She had kept the brown in line before, why not this vicious blue? He wished he could pull the blue away but he did not want to be pulled between.
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Prinner was also moving toward the fight but with a view toward making sure people weren't in trouble. Ophelia was hurt but he couldn't tell how badly. He scooped up a handful of sand as he moved, ready to throw that in the blue's face.
"Julim you don't touch them! Throw sand or wave your hands but don't get in there!" Was he insane? Claws against skin meant the skin would lose.
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In the stands T'prin was also yelling. "You stay out of that Julim! You know better! Come on Julim THINK!" Why weren't the adult dragons doing anything? Lyrith was making a worried warble but she was staying still. What was his crazy dragon thinking now?
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