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Post by NPCs on Nov 20, 2012 0:18:36 GMT -5
Weyrwoman Tyrella and Gold Mareth Tyrella was not sure what had awoken her at first. Nor, for that matter, was she sure quickly; when Mareth informed her that it is time, with the touch of impatience that indicated she'd said it already, all Tyrella could think back was it's time for me to sleep.It is time for my eggs to Hatch. Mareth's voice was reproachful, and perhaps a tiny bit hurt. It was the words, however, that finally woke Tyrella. She jumped out of her bed, fighting the blankets and stumbling as they caught her feet. She kicked them away, scrambling to get dressed. Have you informed the dragons?I have informed Rath.Inform them all. Tyrella tugged on the first passable dress she could find, taking only as much care as was necessary to not tear it. She frowned as she moved; her hair was a mess, but would have to do. You're at the sands? She shoved on boots and gloves, then stripped the gloves off to pull her jacket on. Of course.Tyrella got the jacket on, then the gloves, and scowled. The sands were unfortunately far from her weyr, and the stairs down would only add time. Tell Rath that he and his rider are to come pick me up on their way to the hatching. It seemed her haste was of no benefit. ~~~ Weyrleader N'kem and Rose Rath N'kem sauntered in a few minutes after Rath suddenly and, at first inexplicably, detoured, to find Tyrella fighting the worst of the tangles from her hair. He was accompanied by the sounds of the weyr stirring from deep sleep. Or as deep a sleep as the Weyr was ever in, with a third of it nocturnal. "Preening, lady? I thought that was my vice." "Tonight it seems that slowness is." Tyrella dropped the comb on the floor, snatched her gloves from the bed and ran toward the ledge and Rath. He frowned, but shrugged; even the Weyrwoman wasn't ruining a Hatching for him. Even if it had come just past the middle of the damned night. He noted absently as he trailed her out that the dress she was wearing was very nearly a match for the shirt and skirt he was. So it seemed the woman had a bit more care for the finer points of life than she liked to pretend. Not that it would ever matter, of course. Still, it was satisfying to know. The trip to the Hatching Sands was made in silence, and Rath was one of the first dragons to glide in--to near-total blackness, as it turned out. Drudges had begun placing torches and glows near the entrance, creating a passable amount of light that showed the entrance, the sands, a few of the seats nearest it, and left the barest forms of the eggs nearest the entrance visible. Not, however, where they were going; N'kem let Rath concentrate on landing near Mareth, whose huge form he could make out more from sound and heat than sight. N'kem slid off, between the dragons, shortly followed by Tyrella. From the sound of it, she moved toward Mareth before sitting. A good idea, N'kem thought. He sat, folding his legs below him, with Rath to his left and Tyrella--and then Mareth--to his right, and promptly had to hold an arm up to shield his eyes from the sand that Rath kicked up as he, too, dropped to lay on the sand, basking in the heat. I know why the nocturnals like it in here.We all know, but only they dare the Queen's anger when there is the sun.I'm not sure if that's brave or foolish of them.~~~ Candidate Master J'tol and Orange Tonath J'tol was not fond of night time. Hatchings, however, he was very fond of, and when Tonath woke him to the news that the Hatching was beginning, he didn't even grumble about jumping out of bed, pulling on the nearest pieces of clothing he could find--a pair of pants and a shirt that were not in the least meant to go together, but he doubted anyone would see, and certainly no one would care--and striding out to Tonath. Gliding toward the Candidate's barracks, however, brought up another problem. From the slowly growing sound, even the dragons were having difficulty waking some of their riders. And some of the candidates were even heavier sleepers than he was. There wasn't time for him to check every room, nor did he want to check the room of a candidate that might be changing, and he didn't trust that all rooms would both contain roommates that got along and at least one who slept light enough to wake in time to wake the others and get ready. Plus, weren't there some candidates in rooms by themselves now? They'd had an almost worryingly small group this time. Well, too late for that. And, if not precisely typical, he could see a solution to the immediate problem. Wake the candidates, please, Tonath. If any candidate could sleep though a dragon in their head--well, they'd likely sleep through their own dragon's requests to be fed, too, and that wasn't something anyone wanted to happen. Tonath considered, agreed, and broadcast to the candidates a moment before they landed near the barracks. Wake up, Candidates. It is time for the Hatching.
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Nov 20, 2012 0:31:08 GMT -5
Aleiph dreams of electric sheep. Not that she could tell you what electric sheep are. It's more of animals made of steel and breathing the fire that the ground-crews carry. She finds them oddly fascinating, moving like living creatures and she, too, is one of them, a being of metal and flame that not even Thread can slaughter. It sizzles across her skin and she burns it away, laughing. Not even knives can hurt her, and she can burn away the threat, living forever, safe. And then a voice tears through her mind, throwing her from her sleep.
But her mind lingers on her dreams, even as she's dragged from her bed and as the people bustle around her. This isn't her first Hatching, but the first to happen at such an unfortunate hour. She yawns as she pulls off her nightdress and slips into the white robe offered to all Candidates. It takes a bit too long to tie up her sandals. She's feeling groggy, heavy, lethargic. She wants to go back to sleep, but the noise makes it impossible, and she finds herself trapped in a sea of people as she walks out, hair still a mess.
Out they go, eventually diverging into groups. Aleiph looks around for Zayin or Tsadi, wanting to tell one of them about her dream and the stories it could tell. They wouldn't be bored with her thoughts, and she has so many of them. She almost forgets to bow to the Queen, and when she's reminded, her bow almost sends her toppling forward onto the sands.
Cheeks burning, she slips into line, staring at the eggs. She's wondering if people made of steel can Impress dragons, because right now she thinks that maybe being steel wouldn't be so bad. If she were steel, she'd be unbreakable, and no one would ever be able to hurt her.
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Post by summerrain on Nov 20, 2012 0:53:23 GMT -5
Maika was caught in some strange nightmare, probably brought on by Klah that she'd sneaked the night before. Not much, but it was apparently enough. In her nightmare, she was being chaced by some mountain beast, running through a forest. She tripped over a root, flying over a random cliff that wasn't there before.
Wake up, Candidates. It is time for the Hatching.[/color]
Maika fell to the ground, a tangle of blankets and flailing limbs. Something tugged at her, pulling her hair. She swatted at it, but was brought to reality by an indignant chirping. She stopped flailing, the feeling of falling gone, and saw that she'd attacked her Brown, Taro. She tried to sit up, but was again caught in the tangle of blankets. She blinked, then worked her arms free of the mass of tangled fabric. She worked to untangle the individual blankets, then realised that she didn't have the time. She worked her legs free, taking special care with her tail. She couldn't let it get caught. She had a Hatching to Stand for!
After finally untangling her tail from the mass on the floor, Maika went to her closet to fetch the white robe that she'd been given upon her arival to Cat's Paw. She slipped it over her head, making sure that her tail went through the hole cut in it. Her tail just didn't lay flat against her legs, so a hole in the robe was better than looking indecent when the whole Weyr was present. She tied her red hair back with a ribbon and slipped the sandals onto her feet.
"You two are to stay here," she told the Brown Taro and her new Bronze flit Aki. "There will be other Hatchings. You guys can come to those. Taro, you watch Aki. I won't have either of you getting on the wrong side of a Gold." She tightened her sandal straps, then left her room, closing the door behind her. She darted outside, spying the Candidate Master and his Orange dragon. She nodded at him, slipping into line with the others. She was beginning to get excited. _____
So much noise... Fuyuki was NOT a heavy sleeper, though His certainly could be. The red four-legged-creature-with-pointy-ears was apparently not sleepy either. The thing opened its big mouth and let out a loud sound, waking the human sleeping in the bed.
Tera started awake at the sound of Amaro's bark. The only time he ever barked was... Before a Hatching! Tera threw back her blankets, jumped out of bed, and reached for her clothes. She was in her own room, as some of the other Creche kids were afraid of Amaro. No doubt his bark would've woken them up, though. Tera traded her nightgown for a white shirt, mid-length sleeves, and a dark brown skirt. She slipped on a pair of simple herdbeast hide shoes, then darted out the Creche door, Fuyuki on her shoulder and Amaro at her heels. She made her way quickly to the Sands, finding a good spot near the front. Amaro was quiet now, having delivered the message. Tera watched as Candidates began ariving on the Sands, then watched the eggs. The largest one had to be a Queen. It just had to be... ______
Ik'tamal hadn't meant to get back so late, but he had only recently gotten word of the upcoming Hatching. He had purposely left Cat's Paw Weyr a Turn ago, but had been told that there was something interesting here that he would want to see. Azurath landed on one of the observation platforms above, but Ik'tamal didn't get off. He was only staying for the Hatching. He would be able to return again later, once he'd come to terms with things. He hadn't even told his parents yet, let alone his baby sister... What would Maika say if she knew about it? He'd lost his right leg below the knee to Thread...
Maika... She was almost Searching age now. Thirteen Turns, nearly fourteen. Ik'tamal sighed.
You're thinking about her again, Azurath commented. The Purple had never seen his rider's little sister, and was intreagued as to who she was. You did say she's to be Searched soon, yes? How can you know if she's not here already, about to step onto the Sands?
Because she's not old enough yet. Though... She would forget to tell her age just to find me... We were incredibly close, especially after Thread first started to fall.
Well, we shall just have to wait and see.
Indeed we will... But I'm not sure I'm going to like seeing her down there... And the heartbreak of not Impressing... I don't want her to feel that, either, but she's still too young to have to worry about fighting Thread or handling a Queen. She's too young.
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Post by moonchilde on Nov 20, 2012 1:02:28 GMT -5
At first, she's groggy. Then she's grouchy. Then she realizes she's being woken for the hatching and all Zayin feels is nervousness, bubbling up from the pit of her stomach.
She's a calm, capable, rational young woman. Impression, so far as she can tell, involves none of those things. None of her usual skills will help her.
Still, she makes her way to the hatching grounds as quickly as possible, trying to smooth the worries from her mind. She looks around for familiar faces, spots Aleiph, and heads over to stand near her.
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Post by miashin on Nov 20, 2012 1:46:30 GMT -5
Lasela dropped heavily on her cot and took a deep breath. The day had been long and she’d only just finished assisting the drudges in setting the glow baskets in the infirmary. Hera fluttered about her, the aqua blue firelizard chittering nervously and pacing half circles in her blankets. This being almost normal for her high strung companion and Lasela initially didn’t pay it any mind, bending down to unlace her boots and start dressing down for bed.
It was with a crack of wings and air that Arock popped into her quarters from between, all flutter and agitation. He dropped heavily on her shoulder causing the already startled dragonhealer to squeak with surprise. Hera squawked her own protests but went ignored by the bronze as he focused his whirring orange eyes at Lasela. Instantly she found images of the hatching ground, dark with only a few glows lighting in the firelizards memory, forced upon her.
That alone didn’t make the most sense but there was an echo to the image. A second hand humming sound that left no doubt as to what message he was trying to convey.
“Hatching!” She cried out, jumping to her feet and at least making an attempted at rushing out.
Except she’d already had untied her boots and they slipped partially off her feet sending her staggering and almost falling. Arock squwaled as he toppled with her. Fortunately Lasela caught herself on the chest at the foot of her cot before she hit the ground and the bronze firelizard took the opportunity to take to the air with an indignant huff.
Neither the near fall or her companion's annoyance really registered to Lasela. She took a precious few seconds, seated on the chest, to retie her boots before jumping up and this time properly rushing out. And event like this was not a time for posture and grace. There was no time to her as exciting as a hatching; all the dragons, the noise, the people, helping new candidates with their precious newborn partners.
She passed by the infirmary in a burst of dirtied blue white robes, and blue wings as Hera flapped just behind her. “Babies!” she hooted in excitement again and again, the sound echoing along all the walls. Anyone in the area that had been asleep before certainly wasn’t anymore.
Lasela stopped to catch her breath just outside the sands. Bending down with hands on her knees she took a couple deep quick breaths and when she stood straight again her demeanor was entirely different from the blind excited rush of earlier. Hera landed on her shoulders. wrapping her wings and tail about them and humming quietly, as the dragonhealer entered the hatching grounds with her back held straight. She took a quick scan of the area, her eyes jumping from detail to detail. Drudges were still putting out more glow baskets though the sands and the eggs at least were mostly illuminated.
Not brightly so but if the stands were kept dark then even this little bit of light would be enough. She quickly directed the drudges to clear out an area off the sands and bring more glows there. She also looked about for Serain, hopefully there wouldn’t be too many injuries but for any hatchings all hands were needed.
She did see J’tol though, corralling the candidates, checking their dress and moving them onto the sands. “Rock!” She called and a second later the bronze firelizard was diving down from the darkness above, flying circles around her. “Make sure J’tol knows where we’re setting up the care stations, and let the cooks know too; where to bring the meat.”
With a chirp the bronze wheeled about mid-air towards the candidate master and Lasela turned her focus towards directing the drudges to bring all the necessities. She was ticking off things in her mind one at a time. The babies would need washing and seeing as it was extremely unlikely they’d be able to bring enough water up to the grounds they’d have to go to the lake shore.
Both a path and a part of the shore would have to be lit, she wouldn’t stand for dragonlings bumbling about in dark water. That’d be asking for disaster, even for nocturnals. And since it was night it was rather cool, the water colder still. Many more blankets would have to be warmed for the babies. Most perfectly the oils would be warmed too before being used.
Lasela didn’t even notice the orders she was giving or how unhumerously, or harshly they came out on occasion, too focused on making sure that all necessities were covered.
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Nov 20, 2012 2:03:30 GMT -5
"Zayin!"
Aleiph says it a bit louder than intended. She pauses, brushing some of the hair out of her dark eyes. "Zayin, be careful, I don't want you to get hurt. The eggs can be explosive. You'll be careful, right?"
Her eyes flick across the Sands.
"...What if one of them is made of steel? A new kind of dragon? What then?"
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Post by colordeaf on Nov 20, 2012 4:06:58 GMT -5
At first Tsadi wants nothing more than to fall back asleep, pretend she hadn’t noticed. But then realization bites in and her eyes snap open, and she’s already rolling over and tripping over herself in a hastened effort of getting ready. When she arrives at the sands with the rest of the group she finds herself shifting over to those of whom which she was familiar with, Aleiph and Zayin.
When she comes within earshot, she can’t help but grin though. Her nervousness bubbles up despite her meager efforts, in the form of hastily-spun sentences, “Oh, what an interesting thought. I wonder if they could fly. Or what sort of build it would require for them to be able to fly.” Unlikely. It was a curious thought, though, and there was very little point in being dismissive. Still, Tsadi allowed a sheepish smile for interrupting. “Sorry, can’t help but be nervous. And excited. You two look so cute together.” Oops.
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Post by catnip on Nov 20, 2012 9:40:11 GMT -5
The hatching would have to happen early or was that late? The boy wasn't sure, but he did know that he had been asleep before the orange had awoke him. He got dressed in his robes sluggishly, wishing for klah but knowing there wasn't any time for it.
He joined the group of candidates, finding a place of his own. This was exciting, or would be as soon as he woke up a bit more, and nerve-wracking, knowing that there was so much that could happen, that would happen.
He glanced around, looking at those who had already arrived. He gave the other candidates a sleepy grin, a bit excited about what was about to happen. He still didn't know where he stood on the whole thing, whether he wanted to impress or not, but he was doing his best to think happy thoughts.
The dragons were the ones to choose, and if there was one for him, it would be here.
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Post by vworp on Nov 20, 2012 10:23:31 GMT -5
Cyndell was deep asleep. He was a heavy sleeper, and it took a lot to wake him up. The Queen's voice interrupted his dreams, drawing him up into reluctant wakefulness. His head was all fuzzy, and he wasn't sure why his eyes were open. He groaned and put his face in the pillow. It was still dark outside; he wasn't supposed to be up! Then, a second dragon voice interrupted his attempt at sleep. And Briar started chittering and tugging at the blankets.
"Hatching?" he mumbled, the words finally sinking in. After that, it was slightly easier to get himself out of bed, although he was still moving slowly. Briar continued to encourage him, the small green struggling to carry his robe over to him. Cyndell smiled and picked it up, changing into his robe. Walking outside, he followed the other candidates to the Hatching Grounds.
Shards, it was cold too. Cyndell swore under his breath, his tail flicking back and forth in annoyance. It was like the dragons had specifically chosen the worst possible time for him. The warmth of the sands was more than welcome, and he was finally able to relax again once they were in front of the eggs. Now that he was here, some of the grogginess was being chased away by excitement. He bowed gracefully to the Queen, then went to stand with the other candidates.
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Post by summerrain on Nov 20, 2012 15:28:18 GMT -5
Maika looked around, spotting some of the more seasoned Candidates in robes just a little too short. Her own was actually just a tad too long, and had to be pulled up to keep it from being stepped on. They probably assumed she was going to grow more. She followed the others onto the Sands, eyes widening when she spied the eggs. They were so big! Incredible! She spied the three largest eggs, wondering which ones had Queens and which ones had Princes. She found herself hoping, secretly, that she would Impress a Queen. Being a Queenrider would be so cool! She turned to the Gold and bowed, as was protocall. She then laughed softly at herself. Only at the Weyr for a few sevendays, and already she was thinking like a rider... Was that good or bad? ________
Ik'tamal's focus shifted as the first of the Candidates stepped onto the Sands. He didn't recognise many of them, but that wasn't surprising. Mareth had Clutched at least another two Clutches of eggs since he'd left. Most of the ones he'd recognised as Candidates would be Winglets now. His tail swished behind him in excitement. Even though he had Impressed Azurath at his first Hatching, it wasn't unusual for a Candidate to go a few Turns without Impressing.
His eyes widened in horror when the next girl stepped out. There was no mistaking the red hair, the tail tipped with white, or those ears... Why had Maika been allowed to come?! She wasn't old enough yet! She wouldn't be for another Turn! This was not good. She was too young to be Standing, let alone Impressing and risking her life!
Something is bothering you. A statement, not a question. Nevertheless, Ik'tamal felt compeled to answer.
She's too young! She shouldn't be here at all, much less Standing for the Hatching! She's only thirteen... How did they not catch this!?
Perhaps it is as you said. She was probably just missing you, and longed to see you again. You haven't sent them anything since the accident a Turn ago, after all. Maybe she just wanted to make sure you were still alive. Death by Thread is much more common now. And families of those who die are not always contacted.
You... You're right... Ik'tamal replied with a sigh. He could always count on Azurath to help him stay rational.
Ik'tamalMine, which one is she?
Do you see the red tail with the white tip? That one's her.
This one? Azurath sent Ik'tamal a picture of the tail, but the color was hard to make out. Ik'tamal then remembered that Azurath wasn't one of the nocturnal dragons, and as such didn't have night vision quite as good as the Foxtailed.
Yes. That's my little sister... That's Maika... "I still say she's too young to be here," he said aloud. He sighed again. "I'm sure she's got some plan to surprise me, but it's not going to work."
If you say so.
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Post by Whim on Nov 20, 2012 17:39:39 GMT -5
Rekima was not a morning person. In fact, he was very nearly a night person; it was frequently as hard for him to get to sleep as it was for him to wake up. Of course, that was assuming he woke up after the sun rose. There wasn't much reason, most of the time, for him to do anything else.
A dragon's voice in your head was a pretty good reason to wake up, middle of the night or not.
At first, Rekima stayed in his bed, glaring at the ceiling and wondering what had woken him up this time. He'd been dreaming about running... at something, he thought; charging something dangerous. Thread? Running at Thread wasn't something anyone really did, but he wasn't sure what else would fit that description, and perhaps he'd only mistaken riding for running. And then he'd heard--oh!
Rekima kicked the blankets back and bounded out of bed and to the chest his clothes were in. The candidate robe was half buried beneath his own, much more interesting clothes that he actually wore, but it was clean and neatly folded. He switched into the robe--throwing the shirt he had been sleeping in not entirely accidentally at his roommate, who was still in bed--and began searching for his boots. "Get up, it's the Hatching!" They'd been by the side... ah, there; he must have kicked them under the bed when going after the robe.
Boots in hand, Rekima ran for the common room, for once not caring that his hair was more tangle than hair, twisted around the metal bits he'd left in it. Those could be dealt with after the hatching.
Outside was slightly brighter, fortunately, and Rekima managed to get his boots on with the help of the moonlight, tying them well enough to work before following the mass of candidates moving toward the Hatching sands. As he walked he glanced around for Siarryn, and his hands automatically went to his hair, trying to at least tame the tangles into something that wouldn't be so obviously horrible beneath the half-light.
The Hatching sands were... not even as brightly lit as he expected, really. The entrance had glows and torches, and a few others were scattered around the stands, but the far end of the sands--and much of the middle--was left in darkness that he, at least, couldn't see through.
He bowed, anyway, to the far end, assuming that the queen and her mate could see him. And if not, well, the candidate master certainly could. That done, Rekima edged around the group to one side, trying to see if getting a little less light around him would let him see better. That didn't work, and he kept edging around, keeping to a nonexistent line that circled where he assumed the eggs were.
At worst, the nocturnal hatchlings should be visible, even in this darkness; he'd hardly object to a nocturnal hatchling. And having a different perspective, being away from the other candidates who might bump into him or block his vision, that shouldn't be a problem. As long as he stayed far enough away from the eggs, and he was sure he was doing that
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Post by catnip on Nov 20, 2012 17:55:43 GMT -5
Journeyman Healer Serain
The healer was bright eyed, used to waking up at odd hours, and she bounced happily into the grounds and onto a seat near the front. She had her bag, of course, full of supplies, which was nothing out of the ordinary, and was hoping that nothing would happen that would require her to use them.
She was ready just in case though, but until she was needed, she was going to indulge in some people watching.
Weyrbrat Daken
The sound of Amaro's bark awoke the boy, who bounded out of bed, getting dressed quickly. Amaro didn't bark just for anything, and he knew that whatever was going on was bound to be interesting.
He slipped out, and when he realized that it was a hatching, he headed to the sands, knowing that Tera was already going to be there. He was leaving his firelizard sleeping on his bed, not wanting to disturb him. If he woke up, he'd know where to find him.
He glanced around the stands for Tera, and when he noticed her, bounded over to sit near her. "Isn't this so exciting!"
Brown Rider F'nell
Hatchings were always fun days, and F'nell sat with a group of riders that he knew would be exchanging bets throughout the hatching. He was fairly certain that the first to hatch was going to be one of the smaller males, either a blue, breath, or a red, and had laid down a couple marks on that. And then of course, the important bets, the ones about how many of each would hatch, and even who would hatch which.
If they were lucky, it'd be one of the nocturnals, but it didn't really matter to him. It'd just be easier to notice their color compared to the others in this dullness.
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Post by NPCs on Nov 20, 2012 18:08:01 GMT -5
J'tol herded the candidates toward the sands. Not too problematic a bunch this time; none horribly late--slightly late he could tolerate, considering they'd all been woken in the middle of the night--and no arguing or complaining. They were moving quickly, and reached the sands before (he thought) any eggs had yet cracked, and certainly before the last of the watchers trickled in.
Outside of J'tol's sight, the eggs had not yet cracked, but several were rocking, tapping at their shells, creating a noise that was audible even above the dragons' hum. One was even, slowly, spinning; rocking from end to end as it turned, and pressing a circle of wide rays into the sand.
Cracks and pops came, from all around the clutch; one near the entrance, one at the side, a simultaneous pair from the side and center, a much louder crack from an egg near the back--and an egg near the side, spotted brown on cream, split open, sending a small white hatchling spilling onto the sand, wet and all but shining in the flickering light.
The hatchling squawked, landing on the sand in a position very nearly as if it had laid down deliberately, but more awkward. It shook its head, peered around the room, then got carefully to its feet and began a slipping, stumbling, surprisingly fast journey toward the candidates. There were riders to find, and it, firstborn, could pick the very best one!
As the white hatchling attempted to charge toward the candidates, the spinning egg in the midst of the clutch broke, too, though not so thoroughly. The end broke off, shortly followed by the side that the hatchling's legs scrambled at, allowing head, feet, and the tips of wings to poke awkwardly out of the egg that trapped the hatchling on her side. Her hide was dark, and so she was hidden from many present, but those with good enough vision might be able to make out the green on her.
She squawked, surprised and affronted at this inconvenient way of hatching, and scrambled at the air for a moment before a talon finally caught the sand, giving her leverage to begin pulling herself out of the shell. That done, she climbed out somewhat more gracefully than the white hatchling had, and surveyed the world.
My! She couldn't even see over that egg! That was going to be a big sibling, she thought.
The green, still hidden in darkness, picked her way happily between eggs, and a minute after the white hatchling began its charge, the green was happily trotting toward the candidates.
((OOC: Edit: I seem to have been confusing. The white hatchling is just a nocturnal, which can't be seen well enough to specify, not a new color or albino. There won't be any new colors in this hatching.))
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Post by moonchilde on Nov 20, 2012 18:30:00 GMT -5
“It’ll be alright,” but before she can say more, before she can lay a comforting hand on Aleiph’s shoulder, Tsadi is there. Her words fly past Zayin, because there’s an egg cracking as she speaks, and the girl can’t help but be distracted. She sees the white lurching forward, and something in her reacts. Instinctively, she reaches for Tsadi, who’s most to the forefront of the group, and tries to draw her back out of the line of the dragonet.
“Just be calm and careful, and it’ll be alright. They usually don’t maul anyone unless you get underfoot or startle them.” Without thinking, she reaches for Aleiph with the other hand. She’s not the touchy feely sort, not the type to need to surround herself with people, but nonetheless, that’s what she’s doing at the moment. Trying to draw the two in beside her.
To the far left of the group, Eavla darts up, her robes flawless but her hair a mess. She’s late, and it’s not due to hesitation. The excitement of the hatching didn’t sit well with her stomach, and she was forced to make a sudden, unexpected trip outside to be ill before approaching the sands.
She manages not to sway as she stands, but the heat isn’t doing her any good. She’s tired and pale, and the sight of a dragon lurching forward far too quickly does nothing to help. Nervously, she eyes it, trying to keep her distance. She doesn’t do well with this much excitement. She can’t wait for this to be done already, for this to end. Hatchings are meant to be joyous occasions, but she’s far too nervous. When- if- she’s safely ensconced in the weyrling barracks with her new compaion, her lifemate, her dragon, then she’ll relax. Then the butterflies in her stomach will settle.
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Nov 20, 2012 18:33:15 GMT -5
There's a sudden rush of cold air and suddenly, Raxth appears up in the Stands, her tiny wings folding as she lands on a ledge above. Nyche slips off her back, a grin firmly across her face. Already a nocturnal and a green. The numbers look good. What do you assume that white one is, Raxth?
A bloody dragon, that's what.
Nyche thwaps Raxth's side, then curls her tail around her as she sits. We'll just have to wait and see. I need to keep a record of this. And thus she begins scrawling with chalk on a stone slab, keeping a close record of the hatching below.
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