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Post by Whim on Nov 22, 2012 1:24:51 GMT -5
Rekima was pretty sure that Siarryn wasn't supposed to be quite that... casual on the sands. On the other hand, since when were 'friendly' and 'casual' the same thing? And they were both fairly well hidden in the dark at the side of the sands. So he grinned back. "So do you." Not that he could tell, but hey, he could claim. "Where were you, anyway?"
"If a hatchling wants me, I want to be closer. And if one doesn't, I don't want to be trapped by a bunch of people all around me." That, Rekima thought, was just common sense. Why the candidates had been taught--or at least, allowed--to always clump together in the way of a hatchling looking for its rider, Rekima wasn't sure. But he didn't plan to join them.
And, perhaps, Rekima might be considering the possibility of getting close to the right hatchling. Not grabbing one, that was just asking for the queen to attack, but approaching one... that couldn't hurt.
Like that one. That large, nocturnal dragon was settled on the sands; waiting for someone to dare to approach it, perhaps? Rekima couldn't think of any other reason why it wouldn't be moving. And there were no eggs between him and it; no reason for the queen to be bothered. So it was perfectly rational for Rekima to take a step toward the hatchling, and then another, and gesture for Siarryn to follow. "Wanna be reckless again?"
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Post by NPCs on Nov 22, 2012 2:42:02 GMT -5
Ah. There was this batch's trouble. J'tol frowned as the figure sped into the hatching and around the candidates--on the other side from where he was, or he'd have caught the kid for a lecture at least. Well, there was always one; no hatching ever went completely smoothly, and it was usually the candidates that messed it up. At least this one wasn't too bad. And he'd recognize that hat, if nothing else; he'd lecture the boy later... for whatever good that would do. The first nocturnal screeched in surprise as something brushed against its wing. What was that? That was not supposed to happen! The hatchling's goal, really, was to scramble away and then turn to see who was behaving so very unlike they were supposed to, but hatchlings are clumsy, and it turned before moving, claws treading against Cyndell's feet and scratching against his leg as the hatchling tried to scramble away from where it seemed to have gotten tangled. A final effort did succeed, thankfully, and the nocturnal scrambled away, with no concern for the bleeding candidate behind it, except for certainty that no matter how important it was that it choose a rider, it was never choosing one that ignored proper behavior like that. Another egg rocked, cracked, and pieces of shell tumbled off of the top of the shell, letting the hatchling's red legs and tail poke out into the air. A squawk emerged, and the legs and tail flailed in the air, but did nothing to free the red hatchling, stuck cradled on his back in the shell. The second nocturnal and the pale blue had passed the red's egg already, but the nocturnal, hearing the red's cries, wheeled almost immediately, tripped over its own feet again--to the blue's audible dismay--righted itself, and was scrambling back toward the red's egg. The blue hesitated, but seeing the nocturnal happy--if illogical--turned, and continued his journey toward the candidates. The nocturnal reached the red's egg, chirping, and headbutted it stubbornly until the egg tipped, then belatedly cracked, spilling the red hatchling properly onto the sands. The red rolled quickly onto his feet, and chirped back at the nocturnal. Hello, thank you! Did you just hatch too? The first nocturnal was frustrated. There were many good possible mines; many that the nocturnal could be very, very happy with. But there was no clearly superior option. How was the nocturnal to properly choose a rider when it couldn't decide what rider would be best to choose? It keened, and began searching again, in case a candidate had been missed, or something overlooked. And, oh, it was right, something had! There was its rider; hurrying past, didn't the firstborn nocturnal's rider know he ought to stay still, so that the firstborn could find him? Well, that was why he was best, the nocturnal thought; it needed a rider, any rider it chose, but this rider needed it as well. So the nocturnal followed, persistently if slowly. And now, the hatching was speeding up; three eggs broke in quick succession: a medium egg, that spilled a large brown hatchling onto the sand near the healers' side of the clutch, a large egg near the front of the clutch from which a rose stepped into the world, and another medium egg at the back of the clutch, the egg itself more visible in breaking than the pure black hatchling that emerged. The rose stood, surveyed the room, and began pacing toward the candidates, with as dignified a gait as any newborn could hope for. The brown was less graceful; he snorted, rolled to his feet, and shook out his wings, then turned his head searching, searching, and--ah! There. As the black hatchling wandered from side to side but slowly toward the candidates, the brown aimed unerringly toward his chosen candidate. Tsadi! Tsadi, I am Epieth. I am Impressing you!Epieth #FFCC99 (you may change this if you'd like; the color references I use aren't very good at brown) male, brown, size mutation (large) hyperfocuses, persistent, can miss details when focusing on something else huge; will be about 26 feet when grown
The rose reached the candidates, beginning his inspection as the red and second nocturnal finished their conversation of chirps and squawks, and turned toward the candidates as well, each chirping encouragingly at the other. The black hatchling wasn't halfway to the candidates yet, still stopping to sniff and prod at rocking eggs, broken shells, and interesting piles of sand, but the firstborn nocturnal had finally reached his goal. S'ryn! I am Roth, and you are my rider. His tail waved behind him, already beginning to unconsciously compensate for his not-so-balanced legs as he shifted. I think that now, it is my rider's duty to feed me? That means yours.Roth #FFDDEE male, breath, no mutation cautious, intelligent, very nearly obsessed with duty and proper behavior, does not care about and looks down on anyone that he perceives as neglecting their duty average size; will be about 15 feet when grown
The pale blue, meanwhile, had reached the candidates, and begun searching. That one? No. Well then that one? Perhaps, but so far away... but that was okay! The blue could reach his rider. He began the long, long trek toward his soon to be rider with a tossed head and eager bounds. The third nocturnal was not so energetic, and no more inclined to have its rest interrupted, no matter who it was by. So it took very little thought for the largest hatchling on the sands to turn and strike, claws tearing through Rekima's leg with remarkable ease. Oh, but that was still moving, and now the hatchling was already most of the way to standing. How disappointing. It put its foot back on the sand, ignoring the blood now on it in favor of very nearly sulking. It hadn't wanted to move. But, in trying not to be made to move, it had moved itself. How troublesome. The hatchling's head drooped, but it--with less of an effort than it expected--got to its feet and began moving toward the candidates. It would need to Impress eventually, after all, and it would be even more effort to lay back down and then stand all the way back up again. The blue hurried past people, half bounding and half stumbling, he was so so so happy to find his rider! So happy, in fact, that before the blue quite knew it, he'd run right into his rider's legs, and had to back up, then look again before bouncing in place. Tamela! Tamela! I'm Garuth! Oh, I'm so happy I found you!Garuth #CCEEFF male, blue, no mutation cheerful, obedient, gets frustrated easily when others are upset large; will be 20 feet when grown
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Post by moonchilde on Nov 22, 2012 2:51:08 GMT -5
The blackest night must end in dawn.
But what she was staring at was a dragon dark as night with no end to it, dark as-
Eavla murmured the words to the famous poem in her head, her mouth moving silently along with the words,
‘Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole….’
Without a sound, her sandals noiseless on the soft warm sands, she took little steps forward towards the dragon. He- was it a he?- was enchanting, was mesmerizing. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. She’d seen dragons before, at a distance, up close since arriving at the weyr, but never one that color.
"What are you?" She'd said it aloud. Softly, but audible. And suddenly the dragon felt close, far too close, and she wondered if wandering within a breadth of hungry hatchlings was wise- she froze, standing stock still a few feet away yet from all the hatchlings.
Now left alone, with both Tsadi and Aleiph impressed, Zayin barely found the strength to congratulate her friend. She’d been so hopeful, but now it seemed those around her were impressing, and she was left behind. An icy sliver of fear had wedged itself into her stomach, and she sighed aloud with regret as the gorgeous blue impressed. There were still plenty of dragons on the sands, of course, but she was beginning to wonder if there was a dragon for her.
With cautious steps she made her way towards the other candidates, because she didn’t want to be alone. But then it occurred to her that maybe that was the problem, her tendency to melt into the crowd instead of trying to stand out. She stopped, standing alone now on a small patch of sand, and watched. Waited. Tried not to let her worry balloon out of control.
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Post by redwerecat on Nov 22, 2012 3:52:33 GMT -5
Siarryn grinned. "Falling off a cliff, you know, the usual." He quipped, completely casual. Whether or not he was being completely honest was up for debate, and no one tended to ever be able to tell if he was serious or just being flippant...
His almost-fangs nearly glinted in the low light, giving him a positively daredevil appearance. "Shards yes I do." He said, stepping out after Rekima, which was of course about when everything went to shit. More eggs cracked, dumping dragons of all colors and sizes out (or not so out if you were that red fellow) and the previous hatchlings tramping around the sand, causing chaos.
About all at the same time, a Nocturnal hatchling slashed out, tearing at his friend's leg, but Siarryn didn't see it. In fact, he didn't see much of anything beyond the pale face staring him down, and the distinctly disapproving tone echoing in his head.
That, and the rainbows, and the love, and then the sudden, alien feel of something entrenched in his mind, and he thought it might be love, if love could also involve deep, deep irritation in one's soulmate. Roth dragon-grinned at him.
"Ah, what?" He responded, quite glibly. Because, duh, this was a little weird. Of course, when the little whiteish creature wobble, he reached out, trying to steady the dragon, and that's when it hit him. His dragon. His Roth. He ...had no words. Probably, for the first time ever. "WOAH! No way, no! No, come on, you're kiddin' me! Hey, you don' get to give me orders, boy!" Because quite suddenly, the red on the dragon's claws from Cyndell had reminded him- Rekima! He immediately snapped back to the here and now, reeling back from the dragon. Roth, of course, lost his balance then and pitched nose-first into the sand, squealing in pain and hopping up with a cross red glare in his eyes as he regained his balance.
Did I stutter? S'ryn, your duty is to feed me, not to drop me! He said, a touch cross with his new rider. Didn't the boy know better than that? No, of course not, he was already distracted from his true and proper duty here, kneeling next to Rekima after Roth's sibling had slashed at him. S'ryn!
"Oh, shut up, y' blowhard. Rekima, you okay...?" He again waved away Roth's insistent pawing in favor of making sure his friend was alright but- a pang of hunger tore through the little pale dragon, and S'ryn flinched back to unconsciously touch his dragon's head. "Nnng... Rekima, don' go anywhere, don' die neither, but I gotta go, Roth...Roth needs me, okay?"
The breath dragon sighed, but for the moment, was content, because...well. As much as it was his rider's duty to feed him, he could also argue it was his rider's duty to protect others, but clearly, the boy wasn't bleeding out, so he stood up again and tugged on S'ryn's tail. Come now, mine. There is food to be had. Your duty is to ME now, not him.
And, satisfied, Roth dragged him toward the food, ducking his head in a greeting to his green sister. And Sia-S'ryn!- deeply confused, and not quite sure what was going on, followed, and then looked at Aleiph. Finally, he gave her a helpless look.
"So fancy seein' you here..." He said, grinning at his fellow weyrling classmate.
Roth sighed, and stepped on his foot. Feed me! Or should we discuss your proper behaviour and what it should be?
"Shards, boy, you are one stuck-up lil' shaffer, ain' you."
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Naz blinked, bright blue eyes wide as she watched the chaos of the hatching so far. Who could have thought the dragons would be so... disorganized? But oddly, it helped, and she loved it. It reminded her of home.
She shook her head- what a ridiculous thought. This wasn't home, but it might be? Maybe... she let her gaze linger wistfully on the blue dragon, but bit her lip, tearing her gaze away from the happy new-impressed pairs. The nocturnal she almost liked, too, the slow white one, though his grumpy little tantrum made her raise an eyebrow.
She stepped forward, closing the gap between her and Cyndell, glancing at him to see if he was, for any reason mortally wounded. Of course, she was in fact more distracted by the dragons still on the sands, and she keep an eye on that rose, wary that he might act out like his siblings...
But that black creature caught her eye despite everything. She didn;t mean to ignore Cyndell, but she was now caught watching the young woman creeping toward the black, and Nazene's sharp hearing caught a few words. Poetry...?
"What?" Naz muttered to herself. "Why is she asking that...?" Her brow furrowed, and somewhere torn between the idea of bravery and protection, she inched forward, behind Eavla. "An Onyx...?" She questioned, wondering if it was at all possible a queen-rank dragon were on the sands. That was the only creature she'd ever seen to be black, the onyx dragons. There...there weren't blacks, were there?
She shook her head, stepping back, the core of her personality ringing true, and she made herself unobtrusive again, backing away from the girl and the strange dragon. She would not intrude. She would jot warn, either, though she privately began to wonder how bloody the hatchings truly became.
Did anyone ever get so direly mauled it was life threatening...? She looked back at the healers. Maybe they knew better than the Weyrs let on to the candidates...
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Post by miashin on Nov 22, 2012 3:55:14 GMT -5
"Here you go." Lasela said, by way of announcing her presence to Aleiph. She placed another basket of meat down by the hatchling and handed the young woman a warmed bowl of oils.
"Congratulations." she said with a happy smile, "You're partner will be asking for this as soon as she's finished with her meal." She explained before retreating away. She preferred to give newly impressed pairs as much time and space as they could ever want and there was still the whole rest of the hatching to observe.
The waters of the lake had been deemed too cold to wash the hatchlings so the weyrlings would have to settle for just the oils and an odorous night in the barracks. Although considering the excitement of impression Lasela deeply doubted they'd much notice or mind.
One of her hands came up to absently stroke at Hera, the little firelizard having gone very quiet since the first hatchling had emerged, as she followed the nocturne's path with her eyes. It was worrysome how close it was moving by and between the candidates. They all stood quite still as the baby passed them, quite a feat she though it considering the heat of the sands, but accident's could always happen.
Though when the one candidate reached a tentative hand out and touched the hatchling that certainly wasn't an accident. For a moment she feared that the nocturne would come about and bite at the young man's hand. Instead though it staggered into him before quickly moving away, apparently quite unhappy with the experienced.
Lasela tried to peer through the darkness to see whether the candidate had been hurt but couldn't tell from such a distance and from this low light. Complicating things further was the growing activity of the grounds, several more eggs hatched, and while watching the babies stagger about she almost missed the second attack.
There was no mistaking that one though. Rventhough Rekima was one of the furthest candidates from her vantage, the viciousness of the hatchling's attack and the fact that it most definitely made contact was something she couldn't miss. Pursing her lips tightly she hoped that the injuries weren't too serious, or if they were that Serain would be able to get to the candidate quickly.
Her duty as dragonhealer was to tend to the hatchlings, in particular if they were hurt either by each other or by their staggering and falling. Thankfully, despite quite the amount of bumbling about that was happening there weren't any injuries among the babies (but two more impression!). If things stayed this way then she'd be able to rely on the dragon's self sufficience and help Serain.
Hopefully he wouldn't need all that much help though... except even now, as the three new pairs were approaching off the sands, she could see another candidate hesitantly walking towards the onyx hatchling.
She considered recommending that lines be drawn in the sand for the candidates of the next hatching.
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Nov 22, 2012 4:11:23 GMT -5
Aleiph doesn't notice, or particularly care, about a Queen on the Sands. She has no desire to look up at the beast, though she notices a bit of hub-bub from Impressions. Tsadi just Impressed a brown! Did Browns even Impress girls? Aleiph is already figuring out a story to tell, the story of the first woman to ride a Brown. If she had the aptitude for music, she could have been the one to write the saga.
Instead she'll settle for her tales.
But Orath distracts her. There's someone talking to me! The Green flutters her wings. He says his name is Truath. He wants me to tell you-- oh, this is so hard! I'm hungry! And the green goes for the entire pot of meat, trying to nudge it over with her nose. Aleiph has to grab the green around the shoulders and push her back in order to keep the meat from spilling everywhere.
She can't talk to Orath about Truath, though, because soon that one Siarryn-- well, his name would be S'ryn now-- is over here blathering. Aleiph puffs out her cheeks. "Are you implying that Orath wouldn't find me?"
Orath cries, Of course I would! Aleiph reaches forward and strokes her face as she grabs more meat.
"What sort of dragon is he?"
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Post by ASTROLOGICAL!! on Nov 22, 2012 4:20:29 GMT -5
Nyche can feel it-- the loss of Marks. There's an Onyx down there, and she can see it quite well even in the dimly lit sands. Her eyes glimmer and her tail twitches and she grins, placing a hand on Raxth's shoulder.
"We may yet have a Queen," says the feline. "Rath and Mareth have flown well. And the Weyr will survive..."
What if it's not a Queen?
"Then I'll be rich, and we'll get ourselves a treat!"
You're deplorable.
"Oh, hush."
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Post by Whim on Nov 22, 2012 5:00:56 GMT -5
"Ah, of course. Quite normal." Rekima was pretty sure it wasn't, but he was perfectly able to appreciate humor. And, well... he had metal in his hair. Siarryn's eagerness to follow, however, earned a wide grin, half mischief and half confidence, shot over his shoulder--which was the point when claws tore through his leg.
Rekima swore as he jerked back, then fell as he grabbed for his leg. He ended up sitting on the sand, injured leg half folded so he can reach the tears above his ankle, hands clamped firmly over them. A good response to blood loss, really, though Rekima is utterly oblivious to the fact--all he's interested in is the fact that it evens the pain out to something more manageable. His forehead pressed against his knee, lips pulled apart in a grimace and carefully controlled breaths hissing between clenched teeth. Shards, that hurt!
His head turned enough for one eye to peek out from hair and still-shiny metal bits at Siarryn when he arrived, strained and stubborn. "Yeah," was half gasped out as he released the breath he'd been keeping, though his next comment, while strained, wasn't quite so bad. "I'd bet Thread doesn't hurt this much, but it's not that bad. I'll be fine." He managed to raise his head more, turning it to properly look at Siarryn... or whatever his friend's name was now, and got his mouth into a decent grin, even if his eyes were still strained. "Go take care of yours, I'll meet you in a bit."
Once Si... whatever, Rekima would find out the new name later. Once Siarryn left, Rekima let his head fall back on his knee for a while, focusing on breathing while he adjusted to the pain. That accomplished, a few minutes later he managed to raise his head, pain and stubbornness mixing as he shifted, awkwardly and with several more hissed oaths as unintended movements caused unexpected pain, until he was crouched on the sand, hands still clamped around his injured leg.
He held that pose for another few minutes, adjusting to that new level of pain, then sighed and carefully let go, surveying the damage the nocturnal's claws had done. It was, in face, not as bad as he'd thought, though perhaps as bad as he'd claimed to Siarryn; the injuries were ragged, more rips than cuts, and bleeding steadily, but they would heal. Perhaps after some infection, with all the sand about, and he'd have a nicely blatant set of scars, but they weren't life threatening or incapacitating at all. Good; he'd be quite unhappy if they were incapacitating enough to keep him from the rest of the hatching.
That pleasant thought motivated Rekima to stand up quickly--and, immediately, collapse back to kneeling in the sand with another curse, and a glare in the direction of the hatchling. Alright, that was more pain than he anticipated. Still, it was only pain that had knocked him down again; he could stand. It would hurt, but he could stand.
...Not that standing was that appealing, really, after that dose of pain. Maybe Rekima could find some alternative to standing? Kneeling was much less painful. He did want to be able to move... he could probably crawl....
...Right then, back to standing. Rekima held his breath as he pushed himself--much more cautiously this time--to his feet, then stood, fists and eyes clenched as he adjusted.
Right. This would work. It'd hurt, but it would work and he would get a dragon and it would be worth it. Rekima took another breath and--this time expecting the newest surge of pain--began taking small, limping steps in the direction of the other candidates.
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Post by colordeaf on Nov 22, 2012 5:04:44 GMT -5
It was surreal, the way the dragon went right for Tsadi, and Impressed her, without any hesitation whatsoever. There was a moment of confusion, because she's pretty sure she's heard that browns only impress men. But her hearts thrumming in her chest and she's still recovering from the shock of hearing him in her mind.
Tsadi! Is something wrong? He's gorgeous. For at least a moment Tsadi doesn't care what anyone else says, he's the most amazing dragon there. "No." Her voice is soft, but there's an undercurrent there in her tone, one that might speak to building energy.
Are you sure? Tsadi glances up after Zayin, but she's already moved on and- oh! "I should feed you, now." It's really more of a reminder to herself than an instruction to him, but she can't help but grin when she gets an, I know!
But after she's finally led him away, back to Aleiph and another candidate she's seen around, she sees the other dragons, and they are amazing creatures of their own right as well. Pride was brimming, because Epieth was more than she could imagine, this bond was ... She glances at her fellow candidates before moving to feed Epieth, and decides to listen rather than speak right away.
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Post by summerrain on Nov 22, 2012 9:37:18 GMT -5
Maika turned when she heard the Hatchling make some strange noise, turning just in time to see the boy who touched it without reason. She rolled her eyes, wondering why someone would be so Sharding stupid to touch a Hatchling they hadn't Impressed. She turned back to the Hatchlings, watching the Rose that had just Hatched. It was incredible! Three more people Impressed, and the boy who had touched the white nocturnal, wait... No... A Breath, had been struck by it as well. She rolled her eyes again; stupid people would get no sympathy from her.
She saw the darkest Hatchling yet sprawl from it's egg, black as night. She wondered for a moment if it was an Onyx, but shook her head. It wasn't big enough to be a Queen. Queens were always the largest dragons in the Clutch, unless a mutation was involved, and the largest of the eggs had Hatched into one of the nocturnals. She watched as the pale Blue Impressed and left, then turned her attention back to the black Hatchling. She was curious. It was smaller than a normal Queen, but it was definitely black as night. Maybe it was a new dragon color? She was intreagued. ______
"It really is just the best thing ever!" Tera replied to Daken. She swung her feet under her, unable to reach the ground. "Hey, look at that one!" She pointed to the newly hatched black dragon. "It looks kinda small to be an Onyx. Do you think it's a new color? Look at that Rose. It's so pretty! And that white one. I think it was a Breath. Oh, this is so exciting!" Amaro adjusted his position when Tera began to swing her feet so she wouldn't accidentally hit him. She was bouncing a little. "Just imagine when we can go down there! We'll be Candidates together, Impress together, and be in the same Wing. We'll fight Thread together, too." It took her a moment to remember that not all Candidates Impressed. "If I don't Impress, I'll become a Dragonhealer, and take care of your dragon when you get hurt by Thread or in a Flight. That way, you won't have to worry about me getting hurt, and I'll only have to worry about you and your dragon." She would never tell him, but she had always looked to him as a constant, especially since her mother's death.
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Post by catnip on Nov 22, 2012 15:21:05 GMT -5
It was Rekima that caught the healer's eye, noticing that he was struggling to stand. He was up and over into the sands without a thought, moving around behind the candidates to reach the boy. He knew there would be consequence later, but right now, he was needed, and would deal with those when they came.
"Oy!" Serain called to the boy, softly enough so that it should only reach his ears and no farther. "I've got a bandage and some numbweed to fix you up with and then you can get back to standing."
Better to get it taken care of now than later. It would be a bugger getting rid of an infection if the boy impressed, with a hatchling that wouldn't necessarily understand why his rider was in pain.
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Echlerov glanced from dragon to dragon, grinning. This was a strong clutch, and the hatchlings were easily finding theirs. A brown had chosen one of the girls, something was a bit unusual but nothing that Echlerov was concerned with, and one of the nocturnals, well, they had ended up with the scoundrel. Good for him.
The pale blue that he had been watching had impressed too, to one of the other girls, and he turned his attention to the hatchlings still on the sand.
It was still early that he wasn't concerned yet about not impressing, and his eyes were drawn to the ones that he saw. A red, the last nocturnal, a rose, and a pretty pure black. Was it an onyx? He didn't know of any other black dragons, though he supposed that maybe it could just be a really dark brown. They'd just have to wait and see once it got closer.
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Daken shook his head. "I bet it's just a little Onyx." Well, all dragons were big to him, and they did come in all sizes, so he didn't see why it couldn't be small. He swung his legs too. "Yeah, and we'll be the best dragon riders that the weyr has ever seen." He didn't like to think about not impressing, but he supposed that it was a possibility. "And if I don't impress, maybe I'll become a harper, and stay here posted at the weyr so we can stay bestest friends."
That was a long time from now, and there were hatching dragons all over the sand. "I think my favorite's that red one!"
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Post by Whim on Nov 22, 2012 22:15:33 GMT -5
Rekima stumbled, surprised by the call, but managed to catch himself. "Uh...." He really didn't want to miss any of the hatching, especially since he'd already missed some. He hesitated, unconsciously tried shifting on his feet--and swore again as he nearly fell. He sighed, and began moving slowly toward the healer. "Okay."
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Post by NPCs on Nov 22, 2012 23:09:36 GMT -5
The little red and the second nocturnal made their way across the sands, cheerfully stumbling, occasionally into each other. They reached the candidates, and wove through them together, heads weaving in mismatched directions as they tried to look at every candidate at once. There were so many! And all so interesting! And look! The red just saw one, and she was so bright, and pretty, like the nocturnals, but not! The nocturnal didn't quite notice, peering in another direction, as the red veered and stumble-ran toward the pretty shiny candidate. Nazene! Nazene, I am Tasath! The red reached his new rider, almost tripped as he stopped, and began bouncing. And you are my rider! My prettyshiny rider!Tasath #CC1122 male, red, no mutation decisive, dislikes when plans change, likes shiny things average size; will be 19 feet when grown
The second nocturnal noticed the red's absence a moment later and turned quickly, searching the sands almost frantically for--oh! The red was all right; the red was happy! The nocturnal didn't need to worry, then, if the red was happy. And no one else was unhappy either; the nocturnal's siblings were all moving toward the candidates, to find their own mines and be happy too! The second nocturnal trilled greeting and encouragement to them, then turned back to the candidates. If everyone else was happy, it could look for its mine, too! On the sands, the black hatchling looked up, trilling back, before going back to nosing a nearby shell. It had, however, reached the end of the shells, and the sand by itself wasn't quite so distracting, so the hatchling began moving more directly toward the candidates. Halfway there it sped up again; the sand wasn't very interesting, but oh, the candidates were! And there were so many! The black hatchling stopped abruptly, tail waving and wings furling and unfurling clumsily as its head turned, trying to look at all the candidates at once. There were so many! The largest nocturnal, too, thought there were many, many candidates, and stopped to look at them all before it had reached them. It, however, was not so much fascinated as frustrated; there were so many, it would take so long to find a rider! The hatchling did not want to look for long; it wanted to find a rider quickly, so that it could eat and sleep and be done with all these difficult things. It had just hatched, how much energy did they think it had? If only a good candidate were easy to find--oh! And there was one. The largest hatchling didn't bound, or trot, or do anything similarly energetic, but did begin moving, voice reaching ahead of him to his new rider's mind. Zayin? I am Oneth, and I am tired. When may we rest?Oneth #CCFFEE male, crest, no mutation lazy, talkative, likes learning, very good memory average size; will be 27 feet when grown
Oneth's energy had, perhaps, been donated to his siblings; two eggs shattered quickly, letting a green and a fourth nocturnal tumble onto the sands. The nocturnal was back on its feet and bouncing in the first direction in front of it--one that, it turned out, was into the eggs. It stumbled happily around eggs and over shells, and--oops! That shell tripped it, and sent it falling into another egg. Its head knocked against the shell with a crack; the nocturnal's head was undamaged, though it shook it upon recovering its balance, and it bounded off without noticing the crack in the egg's shell. The newest green, meanwhile, was moving more calmly toward the candidates, head up and peering around. She would, of course, find her rider; that many others had hatched first was no matter, because that would only make it easier to find hers, with the others out of the way. She trotted first toward Serain and Rekima, inspected them briefly from a distance, and moved on; they would have been alright, but weren't perfect, and she wanted perfect. The rose hatchling had made his way to the candidates, and begun his own inspection, dismissing a series of them without paying much attention to anything other than not that one. Nor that one, nor that one, nor that one. It was disappointing, but that was okay; the rose didn't mind looking, really. Even if he would prefer to find his, looking was a good thing to do. Though, there didn't seem to be the best match here, and there--oh, there were more. The rose began the walk toward Serain and Rekima, passing the green going the opposite way. The second nocturnal had gotten distracted from looking for a rider, spending most of its time trilling and fluttering at all its siblings. Weren't they pretty? Weren't the candidates nice? They would all get riders, and be happy, and wasn't it wonderful? It was, it was very wonderful! Despite this, the nocturnal wasn't staying still; instead, it was constantly making aborted starts in the direction of one sibling or another, and finally, started close enough to run into the black hatchling. It trilled, and received a trill in response, and after some discussion, the pair continued their search, ambling along together. The rose had not quite completed his walk when he noticed that, yes, it had been worth it--and it was only a moment later when he considered himself close enough to announce the fact, stopping a few feet from his new rider. S'ain, I am Rileth, and I would like to eat soon. His wings and tail were, unlike many of his siblings, still; the joy he felt at a successful Impression was shown in his voice and eyes, rather than silly fluttering as his head turned to, now, take in the situation. What are you doing now?Rileth #FFAAEE male, rose, no mutation prefers to be busy, can be arrogant, enthusiastic about anything he considers worth accomplishing average size; will be 26 feet when grown
Among the hatchlings, the second nocturnal found itself, once again, abandoned as its friend found something more interesting--this time, the little black hatchling noted an injured candidate, and hurried over in a flurry of concerned noises, not quite noticing that he'd Impressed until a moment later. C'del! C'del! Why are you hurt? A pause, as the hatchling recognized the Impression, was followed by a mildly surprised tone. Oh! I am Korth.Korth #112211 male, brown, mutation: melanism wants to be friends with everyone, dislikes conflict, likes fire average size; will be 22 feet when grown
Well! It seemed like everyone was Impressing now. The second nocturnal was happy for them all, and trilled congratulations. Still, though, it did wish it could find a rider too; it was by far the oldest left unImpressed. Only it, the green, and the fourth and newest nocturnal were still unimpressed on the sands, besides four eggs. But that was okay! The nocturnal would find a rider, it was sure, and soon! But first, perhaps it would go talk to the green sister and see if she needed help, or the nocturnal sibling.
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Post by summerrain on Nov 22, 2012 23:26:49 GMT -5
Maika began to feel a twinge of sadness. The dragons were all passing right by her without a second glanse... Perhaps she wasn't going to Impress any of the Hatchlings in this Clutch. She watched, but wasn't as eager this time. When the Rose passed her by, she sighed softly. And he was so beautiful too... She looked over at the black Hatchling, and was surprised by what she saw in the light. It was too masculine to be an Onyx, not to mention that it was too small. She gazed at the newest Nocturnal Hatchling, sorely tempted to reach out and touch it. She had never felt a dragon's hide before, and she sorely wanted to. She found herself reaching, but quickly checked back. She couldn't end up like the boy who'd gotten himself mauled for his stupidity. She wouldn't let herself be lumped together with an idiot like him... But she so wanted to feel the Hatchling's hide... ________
"I told you it wasn't an Onyx," Tera said in a superior tone. "See it. Right there. It's more like the Blue than the Green. See, the girl dragons are more skinny, and the guy dragons are more muscly. That one's all muscly. It's close to a Brown in size. Maybe there's something wrong with it that makes its hide darker than normal." She fell silent after a moment. She hadn't been to a Hatching without her mother before... This was the first Hatching since her mother's death. It made her sad, knowing that her mother wasn't here to watch her grow into one of the best riders of the Weyr.
"We'll always be bestest friends, no matter what happens," Tera told him. "Even if we Impress at different Hatchings, we'll always be friends. Forever." She was determined that she didn't want to lose a friend. Not after losing her mother.
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Post by moonchilde on Nov 23, 2012 0:08:21 GMT -5
Quite suddenly, there was a voice in her mind.
But more importantly, there was a warmth, a presence. Zayin knew before she even ‘heard’ the words what Oneth was going to say. How could she not? It was impossible to remember what life had been like before she’d had that comforting feeling of Oneth’s thoughts meshing with hers, Oneth’s feelings tinging her own.
“As soon as you eat,” because some part of her remembers that hatchlings are hungry, ravenous, that they need to be fed. She puts a hand on his wing, feeling the soft hide, and gently guides him towards food. There’s no need to be so cautious- he’s big, and he’ll get bigger yet- but a tenderness wells up in her at the sight of him. And Oneth doesn’t fight it. He just lowers his head and nudges her arm, moving along at a sedate pace.
Until they reach food. Then he digs in. Leisurely he might be, but he’s hungry.
In the back of her mind she knows she ought to introduce Oneth to Aleiph and Tsadi, but something makes her put it off. She just wants to spend a little time with Oneth, wants to lose herself in silent conversation rather than having to speak aloud. It’s funny, because they don’t even need to talk. She can /feel/ his silent approval as she thinks about wanting to be just with him, even for a few minutes.
I was so hungry
“I know,” she murmurs, standing back to let him eat. He’s neater than she expected, but he’s still rather clumsy so new from the shell, and he does make a bit of a mess. For once, her orderly mind doesn’t jump in and urge her to straighten up.
There was a man and a breath dragon alongside them, she noted. She hadn’t met him before, but this was as good a chance as any to meet her peers. She extended a hand and without even thinking, introduced herself.
“Z’yin. That’s Oneth. What’s your beauty’s name?”
She knows it’s not traditional for women to abbreviate their name, but it just comes to her so naturally, just rolls off her tongue. Oneth doesn’t seem to mind- hums in agreement and continues devouring chunks of meat- so Z’yin doesn’t think twice.
Well. She debates shortening things, going with just plain Z’in. But she doesn’t question her choice to take up the traditional nomenclature of dragonriders of a more masculine nature. And if her fellow rider is wise, he won’t either.
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