Post by NPCs on Dec 8, 2012 23:43:23 GMT -5
The purple hatchling squirmed and twisted, eventually succeeding in getting most of the orange's egg fragments off of himself. The egg stuff from his own hatching, unfortunately, was more difficult to get off, and it didn't take much longer for the purple to give up, hurrying toward the candidates instead. If he couldn't get it off himself, he'd find someone to get it off for him.
The orange hatchling reached the candidates first, and began her study of them. Some were possibilities, and some were not, but none of them pulled her the way she hoped one would. Well, then, she'd keep looking. The orange began weaving through the candidates, skirting around out of their reach, sometimes pausing to peer at them.
Behind the oblivious hatchlings, the last two eggs rocked; a small cream egg, and a larger, dark egg. The small egg hatched first, spilling a small green onto the sands, who stumbled to her feet and stopped, peering around. The large egg followed, cracking into several large pieces to reveal a nocturnal, kicking the shell away as it lay on its side.
The green hovered on the sands, shifting her weight from foot to foot and twisting her head in every direction, trying to see everything at once. It was all so big! And difficult to see, too; she could see the pretty, giant mother, and light sparkling off of eggshell pieces, and lots and lots of colored eye-points all over, and--oh! There was a bright place, with lots of human-things, and siblings! The green bounced in place, then paused. There were lots of siblings. What if one of them had already taken hers? What if the green's wasn't still there? And, oh, she wasn't even sure what hers would be like--how would she know when she found hers? She shifted again, then hurried toward the candidates, barely noticing when she stumbled. The green had to find hers!
The nocturnal was not far behind the green, though calmer; it got carefully to its feet, looked around, and started toward the candidates. It moved slowly, but easily, picking its way around broken shells and flexing its wings until, halfway to the candidates, it managed to get them folded back relatively neatly.
The orange's search worked; at the far end of the candidates was a mind that pulled much more strongly than the rest. The orange perked up, her head swiveling to point toward her candidate, and veered to aim straight for her rider. Nalera, I am Naloth!
Naloth
#FF9933
female, orange, no mutation
serious, tolerant, wants to teach others
average size; will be 17 feet when grown
Impressed to an NPC
The green and nocturnal arrived near the candidates at the same time, though at opposite ends. And, as the nocturnal paused to exchange greetings with the purple who had arrived at nearly the same point, the green paused again, turning her head to look--there! She let out a happy cry and bounded over the sands toward her candidate--and, then, tripped on the way, and landed on her side at his feet. She twisted her head to peer up at him, not at all deterred by this less than graceful arrival. Eavla? Eavla! I am Uriath!
Uriath
#66FF88
female, green, no mutation
enjoys pretty things, becomes nervous easily, wants to be prepared for everything
small; will be 15 feet when grown
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Greetings exchanged, the nocturnal and purple continued their search, the nocturnal weaving carefully between people--it did not, after all, want to bump into someone who would react wrongly--while the purple took more time evaluating each candidate, though staying out of their reach.
The nocturnal found its match first; a good mind, and one beginning to worry, who would properly appreciate being chosen, as some of those others, so certain that they deserved a dragon, were not. The nocturnal continued in a slight ark toward her chosen candidate. R'ma. I am Peroth.
Peroth
#EEFFFF
female, sail, no mutation
trusting, intelligent, lacks patience
large; will be 25 feet when grown
The purple was not particularly concerned that he was the last hatchling left; really, he wasn't even quite conscious of the fact. Far more important were the candidates in front of him--some eager, some nervous, some longing, some simply uncomfortable--and the egg stuff that was still drying on him, making his skin feel weird.
And so far, none of the candidates had been right. One had even believed that dragons' looks didn't matter, only their ability to breath fire. As if! Of course, breathing fire was important; how could a dragon properly destroy thread otherwise? But the point of destroying thread was to protect Pern, too, and how could a dragon do that if he looked too silly for people to trust him, or too dirty and worn out to be trusted to fight? A dragon's looks, in the purple's mind, were very important indeed.
Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any candidates who truly agreed with the purple, though there were some who valued a dragon's appearance for entirely different reasons, and more who simply didn't care. Even some of those were simply out of the question. And some--ah. There; there was one. He didn't quite agree with the purple, but he could learn to. That would be good enough; discussing the subject would be a good beginning to their relationship anyway. The purple tossed his head, fluttered his wings a final time, and trotted, with all the dignity he possessed, toward his chosen rider. T'sel, I am Knith. And now, will you get this stuff off of me?
Knith
#660088
male, purple, no mutation
vain, values friendship, generous, borderline obsessed with following the rules
average size; will be 22 feet when grown
Impressed to an NPC
The orange hatchling reached the candidates first, and began her study of them. Some were possibilities, and some were not, but none of them pulled her the way she hoped one would. Well, then, she'd keep looking. The orange began weaving through the candidates, skirting around out of their reach, sometimes pausing to peer at them.
Behind the oblivious hatchlings, the last two eggs rocked; a small cream egg, and a larger, dark egg. The small egg hatched first, spilling a small green onto the sands, who stumbled to her feet and stopped, peering around. The large egg followed, cracking into several large pieces to reveal a nocturnal, kicking the shell away as it lay on its side.
The green hovered on the sands, shifting her weight from foot to foot and twisting her head in every direction, trying to see everything at once. It was all so big! And difficult to see, too; she could see the pretty, giant mother, and light sparkling off of eggshell pieces, and lots and lots of colored eye-points all over, and--oh! There was a bright place, with lots of human-things, and siblings! The green bounced in place, then paused. There were lots of siblings. What if one of them had already taken hers? What if the green's wasn't still there? And, oh, she wasn't even sure what hers would be like--how would she know when she found hers? She shifted again, then hurried toward the candidates, barely noticing when she stumbled. The green had to find hers!
The nocturnal was not far behind the green, though calmer; it got carefully to its feet, looked around, and started toward the candidates. It moved slowly, but easily, picking its way around broken shells and flexing its wings until, halfway to the candidates, it managed to get them folded back relatively neatly.
The orange's search worked; at the far end of the candidates was a mind that pulled much more strongly than the rest. The orange perked up, her head swiveling to point toward her candidate, and veered to aim straight for her rider. Nalera, I am Naloth!
Naloth
#FF9933
female, orange, no mutation
serious, tolerant, wants to teach others
average size; will be 17 feet when grown
Impressed to an NPC
The green and nocturnal arrived near the candidates at the same time, though at opposite ends. And, as the nocturnal paused to exchange greetings with the purple who had arrived at nearly the same point, the green paused again, turning her head to look--there! She let out a happy cry and bounded over the sands toward her candidate--and, then, tripped on the way, and landed on her side at his feet. She twisted her head to peer up at him, not at all deterred by this less than graceful arrival. Eavla? Eavla! I am Uriath!
Uriath
#66FF88
female, green, no mutation
enjoys pretty things, becomes nervous easily, wants to be prepared for everything
small; will be 15 feet when grown
Greetings exchanged, the nocturnal and purple continued their search, the nocturnal weaving carefully between people--it did not, after all, want to bump into someone who would react wrongly--while the purple took more time evaluating each candidate, though staying out of their reach.
The nocturnal found its match first; a good mind, and one beginning to worry, who would properly appreciate being chosen, as some of those others, so certain that they deserved a dragon, were not. The nocturnal continued in a slight ark toward her chosen candidate. R'ma. I am Peroth.
Peroth
#EEFFFF
female, sail, no mutation
trusting, intelligent, lacks patience
large; will be 25 feet when grown
The purple was not particularly concerned that he was the last hatchling left; really, he wasn't even quite conscious of the fact. Far more important were the candidates in front of him--some eager, some nervous, some longing, some simply uncomfortable--and the egg stuff that was still drying on him, making his skin feel weird.
And so far, none of the candidates had been right. One had even believed that dragons' looks didn't matter, only their ability to breath fire. As if! Of course, breathing fire was important; how could a dragon properly destroy thread otherwise? But the point of destroying thread was to protect Pern, too, and how could a dragon do that if he looked too silly for people to trust him, or too dirty and worn out to be trusted to fight? A dragon's looks, in the purple's mind, were very important indeed.
Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any candidates who truly agreed with the purple, though there were some who valued a dragon's appearance for entirely different reasons, and more who simply didn't care. Even some of those were simply out of the question. And some--ah. There; there was one. He didn't quite agree with the purple, but he could learn to. That would be good enough; discussing the subject would be a good beginning to their relationship anyway. The purple tossed his head, fluttered his wings a final time, and trotted, with all the dignity he possessed, toward his chosen rider. T'sel, I am Knith. And now, will you get this stuff off of me?
Knith
#660088
male, purple, no mutation
vain, values friendship, generous, borderline obsessed with following the rules
average size; will be 22 feet when grown
Impressed to an NPC
