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Post by sorra on Jul 17, 2010 13:22:32 GMT -5
Kiyoni caught sight of Arktos and carefully made her way down to him. She slipped into the seat beside him just as the first egg hatched.
Sertex and Calyssa stood beside each other. They glanced at each other and then Calyssa glanced over at Jaysen. It was easy to see how nervous they were. Sertex and Calyssa gasped as the first egg cracked and a bronze fell out.
"This is it," Sertex whispered to his sister as they watched the bronze and then the eggs started cracking one by one. They cringed as they watched the bronze knock over a few people and other dragonets.
Calyssa gasped when she saw another bronze knock Jaysen over. She wanted to rush over to him, but then she saw the look on the bronze's face and Jaysen's and stayed put. Although her heart still went out to him and she vowed to find him later and make sure he was alright.
Sertex and Calyssa were both surprised to see different colors then the normal dragon colors and they both felt a few tears in their eyes as the little gray went between never to be seen again. Sertex was about to comment to his sister about the interesting looking red whenever the two dragonets came up to them.
Sertex now S'tex's eyes widened. "Of course I forgive you, Belenoth," he cried, hugging the bronze.
Then can we eat? the bronze pleaded.
Calyssa smiled at her brother, but quickly looked down when she felt the red bump her knees. Her eyes filled with tears as she hugged the dainty red. "Of course, Feyrath."
Freyath nodded. Good. I am very hungry.
The siblings grinned happily at each other as they led their new life partners off of the sands and over to eat.
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Post by syn on Jul 17, 2010 13:35:18 GMT -5
The bronze hatched and the clutch was given a good sign. He did not Impress, however. Instead a Blue hatched and made his way to the Weyrwoman's son. Minette applauded for the first Impression, then turned her attention back to the sands. Laranes had commented that the Guardian egg seemed quite like an older sibling, and Minette couldn't help but glance at that one as it began to rock. She had some foolish thought that maybe, just maybe, it would go to her.
And then the shell broke. Minette hadn't seen many women on browns before, but she knew it could happen. Usually the women that rode those dragons weren't interested in men, but wasn't her father a man on green who didn't lie with men outside of Odeth's flights? She had as much a chance as anyone else. She could hope...
The brown actually came to the line of girls, moving with a decisive air about him. And then came a voice of a young boy, filling her head with not only words but with the sudden knowledge of another being merging with her. Minette, I will always protect you. I am Nuadath. I am also very hungry.
So this was Impression. Not even her father's description of his merging with Odeth came close. She was aware that her mother certainly wouldn't think well on her Impressing a brown, but then again Vanessa wasn't keen on any of her children Impressing fighting dragons. Minette didn't care anyway; she had Nuadath, the amazing brown dragonet that she wanted to pick up and examine just to make sure he was real. But Nuadath had dignity, and Minette wasn't about to carry him out under her arm.
Suddenly hatching tradition had her remember that there were those expecting his name. "His name is Nuadath!" she called. Then she looked down at the brown--her brown--and stroked one of his headknobs. "Let's go get you some food. I can't have my guardian starving." She and the brown left the group, headed towards the meat tables. There she fed the little brown chunks of meat and had to remind him not to choke. All the while she kept wondering if it was real. Of course it was! Hahahah...
A dragon rider. A brown rider. She had never hoped to have anything more than a green, a blue if she was lucky, but.. Wow.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 17, 2010 14:09:17 GMT -5
Candidate Jaysen
Jaysen simply nodded at Calyssa, then at her brother. This was it. The moment of truth. Misty returned Storm's trilling, then suddenly the young sailor and fisherman remembered something. "Misty," he said. "Go find a place in the Stands. Perhaps Father, Mother, and Madilyn are here," remembering Kiyoni's promise. Sadly, the queen flit trilled, then vanished. She just as suddenly re-appeared, trilling happily. Her pet's brood was here! Breathing a sigh of relief, Jaysen nodded. "Go to Madilyn, Misty. Let her know she's not to distract me." Trilling her acknowledgment, the queen flit again disappeared in between. Jaysen then followed everyone onto the Sands, and his first reaction was to cry out in pain. Can't do that. It'll prove that I'm not ready for this. Mentally steeling himself against the intense heat against the soles of his feet, he bowed to both Aylinth and Demnoth, then returned to his place in the semi-circle. Think welcoming thoughts. Think welcoming thoughts. His eyes drifted towards the Wave Egg. Alright, little one. If I'm meant for you, I'm ready...
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C'olt waited for the Candidates to enter onto the Sands, then he followed in behind them and split away towards his designated place. Just off to the right of the Sands. He watched and had to grimace at the white robes. Ugh. He hated the color white, hated when he himself had to wear it during his time as a Candidate. Still, he was allowed to Stand while in quarantine and wound up Impressing to Aromath. He wouldn't trade that day for anything else. C'olt watched as others started to show up, bowing his head in respect to Toniel and to Q'del, then waited. He had a sinking feeling that like most Hatchings, something would go awfully awry...
From high atop her perch, Aromath watched the scene with interest. This was a special day indeed.
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Wingleader G'rett
Likewise, G'rett waited for everyone else to enter first before he himself entered, dressed in a white tunic trimmed with copper, black breeches and boots. He proudly wore his Wingleader's knots on his shoulder, his Journeyman Smith's knots on the opposite shoulder. G'rett privately wondered which of the Candidates would Impress, and which of them he would be able to personally train when it came time to teach the more advanced flight maneuvers. He made his way towards the Stands, nodding in respect to Toniel and to Q'del, but kept his face neutral. "Congratulations to the both of you," he said softly before climbing a bit higher. Seating himself, he smiled warmly at Kiyoni, fondly recalling when they were both Candidates themselves at one point. He then turned his gaze towards the Sands and kept his eye on Quindara. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on the thighs of his legs and folded his hands on top of each other, letting them brush against his lips. He was clearly nervous but tried to hide it.
Coth, meanwhile, landed next to Elliwodth and greeted her with a soft croon. Greetings, Elliwodth. Today is a momentous occasion, is it not?[/i]
((Second post coming up!!!))
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Post by sorra on Jul 17, 2010 14:30:23 GMT -5
Kiyoni returned G'rett's smile. She hoped that today Quindara would Impress the two love struck people would finally be able to move forward with their relationship. She sighed softly as she remembered the time leading up to Elliwodth's Hatching. She glanced over at Arktos, hoping he was doing alright. She reached over and twined her fingers through his.
It is a momentous occasion, the green agreed. I wonder who will Impress. The green always enjoyed Hatchings.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 17, 2010 14:41:32 GMT -5
Everything seemed to happen so fast. It was as if the eggs were actually waiting for the Candidates to arrive, because shortly after, the first egg cracked its shell, the large yellowish egg. It was not one that Ferahar had paid much attention to. The larger colors didn't much appeal to him. Greens and blues were fast and agile and he much preferred that to the power and stamina of a bronze or brown. When a bronze burst from the shell, he was happy, as it was always a good sign for a bronze to Hatch first. He couldn't miss the resemblance to Demnoth, the clutchsire, and he watched with a dim smile as the hatchling ran around the grounds, looking for his lifemate.
The next egg produced a blue and Ferahar watched as the bronze accidentally butted the blue off his feet. He held his breath as the blue began to approach, but he Impressed to Cynell, the Weyrwoman's son. A quick glance up told him just how proud she was to see her son Impress. Eggs were cracking left and right, now, too quick for Ferahar to make sense of it. He saw a brown and a dark green emerge, with the bronze still trying to find his lifemate. The brown didn't seem to like it when the bronze greeted his green sister, stepping in front of her and sending the bronze veering off so that he knocked into another egg, which also hatched a bronze. Did that brown just Impress to a girl? He was so shocked he almost didn't see the pale, ivory-colored hatchling emerge. But the whispers around him brought his attention back to the clutch. Oh it was just like those strange-colored firelizards he'd seen! A...white!
Three more eggs cracked their shell, almost simultaneously. There was a commotion on the sands as the first bronze tried to get to the white, bowling over two more dragons before he smacked into one of the male Candidates close to Ferahar, a claw scoring his flesh. But the boy didn't have a chance to wince or even think about Jaysen's pain, because he suddenly found himself entangled with a dark body. There was a loud crack and then unimaginable agony shot through his arm. There was no thinking. He screamed, his chest working to provide him with enough oxygen despite the body on top of him. Keravon was at his side, thinking fast and removing the dragonet. Tears streamed down the boy's face and he bit his lip hard, drawing blood.
And then....he heard a high, echoing voice penetrate the fog of agony. My F’har, are you hurt? Please do not be too hurt. Your Irisith needs you, because... I am hungry.[/color] "Irisith?" he said in a shaky voice. He still felt that horrible, overwhelming pain, but suddenly it was as if it didn't matter. He had become whole. The gap that had been Terahar was filled by another. A softer mind, feminine and delicate. He was being helped up by his brother and then, there was a brown staring up at the other boy and Ferahar, F'har now, knew Impression had been made. He smiled through his pain and began the steady trek from the Sands. Yes, Irisith. We will get you food. But first I need to get this checked out, he said in a tight mind-voice.
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 17, 2010 14:55:49 GMT -5
Lyrensa couldn't keep track of everything happening on the Sands. It all happened so quickly she barely had time to count the dragons. A bronze first. That was a good sign, she remembered. Brown was also a good sign, with blue being dubious, and green usually heralding all kinds of bad omens. She was very grateful it was not a green who had Hatched first. It was hard enough with this Hatching occurring at night, with only glowlights to illuminate the Sands. She took a quick glance around the crowd, feeling a pang of loss. R'dan was not here. He'd never be here again. She was reminded of another Cloudlung case that had recently claimed the life of a Weyr resident and she looked over at the twin boys who had just lost their brother. They were not quite despondent, but their faces showed less excitement than the other faces around her. They were so young...and to have lost someone so close to them so soon in their lives was terrible. But they were not the only living victims of Cloudlung. Too many had died to leave anyone without some kind of lasting effect.
Lyrensa turned her attention back to the eggs, noting the Hatching of a blue, a brown and a green and...was that a cream? No, if it was anything like the firelizards, it was a white, with his hide being a sort of ivory color. There was another bronze as well. The brown had looked at all of the male Candidates and now was headed for the females. Surely he wouldn't Impress to one of the girls? She inhaled sharply as he passed her, heading for a girl she knew by name only to be Minette. She gave her a congratulatory smile. By the time the flurry of hatchings was over, she counted two bronzes, two browns, a blue, two greens, a white, a red similar in color to the firelizard of the Weyrwoman's Second, and a dark gray, who had betweened. The dragons began to keen and she clenched her fists against the sharp sting of emotion. Gradually the sounds subsided back into the steady hum, though the different dragon's voices seemed to have settled into a more melancholy chord.
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Post by Kit on Jul 17, 2010 15:00:10 GMT -5
Arktos closed his eyes as the first Impression was made, remembering the day of his Impression and trying to hold it together. He let his fingers entwine with Kiyoni's grateful for her presence beside him. Arkysk was sitting with the dragons, on one of the lower levels, his lamp-like eyes almost closed to block out the light. The wher could feel the pain of his bondmate.
Do not be sad, Mine. I am here.
He was actually managing fairly well until the gray went between. Her death keen was like a knife to his heart. He put his free hand up to his face as the tears flowed freely.
Cybele clapped wildly as her son was the first to Impress. She had mixed feelings about him Impressing so young, but the look of joy on his face was enough to quell all her worries. Even the appearance of mutant colors in the dragonets was a worry she vowed to save until later. But she winced as the gray went between. Hopefully that would be the only death, already there had been some injuries.
Q'del smiled at Toniel as she sat next to him, the excitement of the Hatching overriding his usual reserve. He wished she wouldn't look so worried. "Cheer up, this is the day everyone's been waiting for. And look how many Candidates there are. I think this will be a good Hatching. And look, a bronze hatches first. A good sign." He gasped with the others as the white Hatched and the gray went between. The keening seem to go straight to his heart. To distract himself, he looked at his sister, who was standing tall and confident on the sands, though she often shifted from foot to foot.
Quindara examined each dragonet that Hatched, looking for something that alled to her. Surely she would know if the dragonet was meant for her, wouldn't she? But her gaze kept straying to the large silvery egg, which didn't yet have a single crack, though it was rocking. When the gray went between she shuddered, and she also wondered how it was that they picked their lifemates. It was hard to believe there was no one here, in all these people, who would've suited her.
Keravon felt like an island in the midst of chaos. Time seemed to go in irregular jolts, with interminably long spaces in between. Then that green fell into Ferahar. He could hear the arms breaking. Wincing with a feeling of shared pain he rushed over to help, brushing the little dragon roughly aside. But then, another green looked at his brother with eyes of adoration and Keravon knew that Impression had been made. He helped his brother up and almost tripped over the brown before it spoke into his mind. A feeling of completeness flowed through him and he felt the hunger of the dragonet in his own stomach. "Yes, Cernuoth, lets go," he said, after announcing his brown's name to the stands. He barely noticed the happy tears that flowed down his cheeks. Then the gray went between. Cernuoth's cry was anguished and K'von felt a matching anguish of his own. Somehow, he knew that the gray had been looking for Terahar.
Please Mine, lets go away. I am hungry and frightened. That gray Morrigath is gone forever. You won't leave me will you?
"No, Cernuoth, I will never leave you. Lets go get some food," he said through his own tears. He led the brown over to the tables where the weyrling master was waiting with bowls of meat. The little dragonet soon forgot his anguish as the raw meat began sliding into his gullet. He was a surprisingly slow and dainty eater for all he was starving.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 17, 2010 15:01:28 GMT -5
C'olt's eyes nearly widened when a Bronze hatched first from a large, butter-yellow egg. That was a good sign, wasn't it? He watched as the large dragonet spread its wings to dry them, rushed up to his parents, then immediately charged the Candidates. Faranth! C'olt nearly swore. He had to mentally brace himself for casualties. This wasn't going to go well...
A smaller blue dragonet, more of an aqua shade, hatched from the wave-like egg. He made his way over to his larger sibling, and the Bronze gave the smaller dragonet a head-butt, knocking him to the Sands. C'olt had to shake his head, but still kept his eyes on the smaller blue. He then looked at the other Healers and shook his head at them. "Stay here. If he's strong enough, he'll get back up and find his bonded." Even though he was only a Journeyman - a Junior Journeyman at that - he wasn't afraid to step up and take the lead for something like this. Sure enough, the blue recovered pretty quickly in spite of his older and larger sibling looking over him in concern, and made his way over to the youngest Candidate, a small boy. The rainbow eyes was the indication the blue found his bonded, his lifemate. He grinned as the boy wrapped his arms around the blue's neck, and made his way off the Sands. C'olt turned to one of the Apprentice Healers. "Go check on him and make sure his feet aren't too badly burned." The Apprentice nodded her acknowledgment of his orders, then quickly departed.
That Bronze was still running about, as if unsure if he was ready to find his bonded. A Brown and smaller dark Green emerged next; the Bronze raced over to greet his siblings but was stopped short by the Brown, flapping his wings as if warning his older sibling to back off. C'olt winced as the Bronze knocked over one of the eggs, but the other Bronze that emerged from that egg seemed to be alright, yet was annoyed as he squabbled with his sibling. It was almost funny to watch, but C'olt's attention was diverted as the Brown dragonet made his way through the male Candidates. None of them were chosen? The Healer feared the worst. Was the dragonet going to go between? No, wait. The hatchling was making his way to the female Candidates now...and finally settled on one. Interesting indeed! But that would imply the new Weyrling, once she graduated, would probably be expected to sleep with other women. C'olt looked at the new Weyrling. She seemed pretty enough...hmm...perhaps he'd have to get to know her a bit more during the Hatching feast.
His eyes were again drawn to the eggs when a white dragon emerged. Wait. White? He had to fight the sudden onset of nausea. What in Faranth's name was this? What sort of bizarre series of events would cause a white dragonet to even exist? C'olt wasn't sure if the dragonet was a male or female...then three more eggs hatched. A light brown, a multi-shaded green...and a dark gray? Blinking in surprise, he wondered what was going on here...when that first Bronze hatchling came charging over to greet the white dragonet but was blocked. The Healer squeezed his eyes shut as the larger Bronze knocked over the smaller Bronze from earlier, sending him sprawling into one of the male Candidates and down onto the Sands, the boy's chest taking the full brunt of the force. Strangely, though the dragonet's rainbow eyes told C'olt the boy had Impressed. Pointing at the new Weyrling, C'olt directed two more Apprentices to go check on the injured boy. "Get him patched up," he directed. "If it's serious, take him to the Infirmary." But more carnage ensued. One of the surviving triplets, Ferahar, went down when the dark green was likewise sent careening into him, fracturing the boy's arm. C'olt didn't need to bother issuing orders; Keravon helped his brother up as two more Apprentices took Ferahar and his lovely shaded Green to the Infirmary...then the sandy Brown came over to declare Keravon was his bonded.
It was bittersweet, C'olt thought to himself. The three brothers wanted to Stand together, but one of them died from cloudlung. But it was about to get worse for a moment. The dark grey dragonet suddenly found herself alone, unable to find her bonded. Knocking over another Candidate and clawing him in the face, C'olt knew he had to wait, grabbing an Apprentice Healer by the sleeve of his shirt. "Stay here," he put every ounce of authority into his voice. "We may not have a WeyrHealer, but I'm technically the one in charge." Aromath looked down from her perch and let her soothing voice enter into her bonded's mind. C'olt, mine. You needn't be so forceful with the younger ones. They will learn their places.[/color] The Healer looked up at his Green, then sighed and could only nod. Turning around, he had to shut his eyes as the dark gray gave a keenful wail, then went between. Shards. That's one less Candidate who'll Impress today. The white dragon scampered over towards the girls, and finally found his bonded. Wait. A male white dragon Impressing to a female? Bizarre...but interesting nonetheless. Another one to congratulate and to hopefully get to know.
The dark green that had injured Ferahar earlier - F'har, if he heard right - looked at all of the female Candidates, but didn't decide on any of them until she found the one she was looking for. Ah, the newest arrival and fellow journeywoman Healer. Kyler. But there was still the injured boy on the Sands. C'olt quickly raced over, two Apprentices in tow, and together lifted Velain off the Sands and over to the Healer's station. Small yarrow leaves were quickly being applied to the Candidate's face to stop the bleeding, as was numbweed salve. "Get him back on the Sands as quickly as possible," C'olt said. "If today's his day to Impress, well, I don't want to see another dragonet go between."
((Third post coming up!!))
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Post by Kit on Jul 17, 2010 15:06:01 GMT -5
Now the Sands were completely empty of dragonets, but still half the clutch remained unHatched, and all the eggs were rocking crazily. The largest of the clutch, a silvery brown egg covered in esoteric symbols had cracked so that a dark head could be seen poking through the eggshell, though it was hard to tell the color, considering the fact that it was all wet. The dragonet had got its talons through the hole, and now he ripped through the shell with them, showing considerably strength. Once he was free, it was clear that not only was he the largest dragonet to Hatch so far, he was another mutant, a black. He wandered over to the boys just as two more eggs Hatched. A green egg marked with leaves revealed a lively blue and a vibrant, but small, green emerged from a black, star-flecked egg. The green walked straight to her chosen lifemate with a sense of purpose, peering at Edilon with a look of adoration. Of all the ones I have seen, you are the best, my E’lon. I am Danuth, you and I will always be together now.
The black studied all of the boys intently before making his choice. He almost seemed to nod, and then he marched right up to Velain, who was still slightly bleeding from the three gashes on his face. It would probably scar. I am Osiroth, my V’lain. Let us go partake of nourishment. . Now, the smallish, almost rust-colored egg with the image of the bird cracked open in a slow, deliberate manner. The elegant gray that emerged surveyed the Sands with the attitude of a strategist, taking note of the bright little blue, who was amusing himself with a bit of eggshell, and all the Candidates standing around. She marched up to them, peering into each face intently, sometimes poking one gently with a talon, as if to see the reaction.
Elsewhere on the Sands, a brown and purple egg burst open suddenly, and the long, lean red that galloped out seemed surprised to find the Sands so crowded. She sniffed the air warily and then darted forward, tripping over her own tail and tumbling head over heels to land in a disheveled heap. Ow! I bit my tongue! Owowow! Cheriss, come help your Eponath!
The little blue had finally tired of his games and seemed to have looked over every Candidate. People began to get nervous, thinking there might be another death soon, but the dragonet suddenly ran up to the stands and creeled piteously up at some of the people there, startling the Candidate Master, who was sitting directly in front. But it was a young boy in harper blue two rows back that the blue wanted. M’thos, why have you been hiding from your Silvanuth? I am so hungry!
The gray dragonet was now pacing in front of the Candidates with a pondering expression. Finally, she gracefully arranged herself in front of Rushera. Rushera, I am Athenath. Now that we are together, please explain why I am having this horrible pain in my stomach.
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Post by sorra on Jul 17, 2010 15:28:44 GMT -5
Kiyoni leaned over and hugged Arktos close. "It's okay, love. I'm here," she soothed, cringing as the gray went between. She could only imagine how hard it had to be on Arktos. She vowed to cheer him up after the Hatching. Let him know that she'd never leave him.
Freyath sat daintily beside Calyssa as she accepted small bits of meat. Why are they being like that? It wasn't hard to find you, the red said softly.
They'll settle down, love. Right now they just want to find theirs like you found me, Calyssa said. She looked over at Jaysen. "Are you okay?" she asked him.
S'tex continued to feed Belenoth. The bronze was still watching the sands. I didn't mean to hurt anyone or knocking anyone over, he said plaintively.
I know you didn't, Belenoth. It's alright. You're with me now.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 17, 2010 15:33:30 GMT -5
G'rett was taken back when a Bronze hatched first. Finally, something's about to go right. Just like everyone else, he watched as the hatchling spread its wings to dry them, greet Demnoth and Aylinth...then went recklessly running towards the Candidates. G'rett groaned inwardly. Here we go again... G'rett couldn't help but recall when Coth first hatched, and took down a few of the male Candidates that day. Why do you worry, G'rett? G'rett turned around and looked at Coth, whom was next to Elli. I still can't get the day you Hatched out of my head. You managed to knock down a few Candidates yourself. He shot his Bronze a smirk, then turned back around again to watch. An aqua-blue dragonet emerged, then promptly knocked down by his older sibling. The blue seemed to be alright, though, as he made his way over to Cybele's son and Impressed. He nodded. J'nel's legacy would live on.
That first Bronze was still wandering, which gave the Wingleader concern. What if he couldn't find his bonded and went between? But his attention was directed back to the clutch. Two more eggs hatched; a Brown and smaller dark Green. Groaning inwardly, G'rett could only watch in horror as the Bronzer rushed over but was stopped short by the Brown, wings flapping furiously. The Bronze moved off but managed to knock over one of the eggs... but the dragonet within - another Bronze - seemed to be alright but was irate with his older clutch sibling. Meanwhile, the Brown went over to the male Candidates...passed over them...then halted at a female Candidate and its eyes turned rainbow.
Four more hatched; white, dark green, a sandy brown, and a dark grey. Confused, G'rett looked up at Coth, but the dragon offered no explanation on the two unusual colors. He turned around just in time to watch as the firstborn dashed over to greet his white sibling but was blocked. As if in rage, the smaller Bronze was sent flying with a flick of the other's tail...right into a Candidate. Yet that particular dragon seemed to be content on the boy he'd just knocked over by accident. It wasn't over yet, though; Ferahar went down and his arm was broken when that same big Bronze knocked over that dark Green, but the pretty-shaded Green bent over the lad as if concerned. G'rett watched as Keravon pushed the dark Green off his brother, then the sandy Brown came over to declare the other brother his bonded. Ferahar - or F'har - was helped off the Sands, his Green in tow. But the dark gray couldn't seem to find her lifemate, and panicked, ran around the Sands, sending another Candidate down to the Sands before finally going between, giving its death cry. The Wingleader couldn't help but give a heavy sigh of disappointment and regret. Surely that little one could have Impressed to his beloved. Coth, too, crooned sadly at the dragonet's loss.
That white dragonet was still on the Sands, slightly affected by his sibling's loss, but still managed to find his bonded. One of the female Candidates. A red dragonet hatched - Red? - and that Bronze finally halted and came over to greet his sibling before presenting themselves to Sertex - S'tex now - and Calyssa. G'rett clapped in congratulations. That meant he'd have at least one young man to take under his wing, and likewise his sister.
The dark green from earlier - the one who injured F'har's arm - finally settled on a new arrival, a Journeyman Healer based on the knots. But G'rett was worried. Half of the clutch remained. Quindara was yet to Impress. Another mutant color - black - hatched along with another green and another blue. The black made its way over to the boy who'd gone down earlier and Impressed; the green to Edilon - E'lon now. A lean Red hatched, and Impressed to one of the female Candidates after ungracefully tripping over its tail. G'rett winced. What a way to come into this world. The blue made his way over to the Stands, and finally settled on a Harper who'd been sitting there. A Stands Candidate! Who'd have thought? The gray dragonet finally settled on a female Candidate, and together the pair made their way off the Sands.
((Jaysen's up next! Stay tuned!))
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Post by Jazzeh on Jul 17, 2010 15:41:07 GMT -5
Toniel returned G'rett's nod, giving him a tight, "Thank you," in response. Even if the other bronzerider kept himself carefully respectful, she could see the strain every single time. She had began to wonder if his animosity was also directed at her, not just at Q'del. She knew he was jealous of the Weyrsecond, but did he also fault her for her dragon's choice? Q'del's voice beside her caused her to look over at him in alarm. She hadn't been aware her nervousness and worry was showing, but then again, Q'del would know her best out of anyone besides Aylinth, here. She didn't make friends easily and her relationship with Cybele was purely professional.
But he was right. She shouldn't worry so much. And it was indeed a bronze who had Hatched first, which was certainly a good sign. She sighed heavily and relaxed slightly, leaning ever so gently against Q'del. Even if she didn't count him as her mate, she did need his support right now. Aylinth watched as her eggs began to Hatch, sparing each a short croon before she resumed her encouraging hum. She didn't seem to care that her babies were not all right...a white, a gray, a red...? Her voice rose louder than the others when the gray went between, the death of her child rocking her hard.
Toniel's fingers found Q'del's arm and clutched it tightly as she felt waves of pain wash over her. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were not supposed to die like this! Eggs that did not Hatch...while still sad, she could deal with those. But to hear the keen filling the cavern was almost too much. The wails quieted, Aylinth's being the last to fill her golden throat before it resonated again in a hum. As newly Impressed weyrlings were ushered off the Sands, more eggs began to rock, producing a green, a blue, a...black? She thought of Leifa, who was nuzzling against her neck. Had the firelizards some how influenced the colors of the dragons? There was Arktos' black wher, too. Her beastcrafting background made her wonder if something in their genetics had allowed for the same mutations. There was another red and a much lighter grey, too. That left only the silvers left to go, if the firelizard colors were anything to go by. Her gaze flitted around for a sign of the Weyrwoman's silver firelizard, curiosity mingling with her worry.
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Post by syn on Jul 17, 2010 15:51:01 GMT -5
Dragons, dragons, and more dragons! Rushera had gone from seeing only one portly green in her life to seeing so many hatching right before her eyes. She watched with eager eyes, not thinking for a moment that one would come to her. It wasn't a lack of confidence but a lack of concern--she was so astounded by the sight that her own Impression seemed far away.
There was the green, who seemed quite happy with her choice of a young man, and there was the black, so dashing and strong and such a pretty color. They both Impressed quickly and without problems. But then a gray hatched and she seemed to survey the candidates. Rushera marveled at the vine-pattern on her legs and wondered if her wings were feathers. But no, they were membrane. A blue hatched and Impressed. And then a red hatched, prancing along like a runner on parade. Then she tripped and Rushera remembered her manners just in time to swallow a peal of laughter.
All were gone now, and only when she looked upon the gray did she remember that she was here to Impress. She began to think happy thoughts--running in sandals, hot baths, leaving reading lessons... What in bloody hell was that gray doing anyway? And then she stopped, elegant and poised. It took Rush a moment to realize that she stopped in front of her.
Rushera, I am Athenath. Now that we are together, please explain why I am having this horrible pain in my stomach.
Imagine a world collapsing. Rushera did--or perhaps she just sank to her knees so nonchalantly that it was hard to tell whether she was shocked or elated. Questions ran through her head -- What is this, what is this feeling? Why me? This is mine? And the answer to the last came: yes. Yes, it felt right. Athenath didn't even have to say her name, she already knew it. Unaware that tears were falling down her cheeks, Rush only remembered to breathe when her head started spinning.
Such a moment--but Athenath was not one to wait. The dragonet pushed her nose against the girl's face. Another pang of pain squeezed her stomach, and only when her mind was more connected with her rider did she get an answer. Hunger, Rushera. I am using the word correctly and diagnosing the problem properly, right? A cure for this is needed, Rushera, and we aren't going to solve anything with you staring off into between.
Rushera jumped, then glanced up at the stands. Her voice was weak, barely a whisper, but she managed to squeak, "Athenath." Then she got on shaky legs and stumbled to where the others were meeting. Athenath followed with the same amount of grace as before. Rushera, however, looked drunk. And in a way she was. She was intoxicated with dreams--and the truth that she was now something greater than herself. She was a gray rider, and the dragon was probably smarter than her. That wouldn't be so bad.. No...
Close your mouth. You're embarrassing me. Rushera didn't protest, merely closed her lips and began feeding, still dazed. And yet through the daze... She was... Happy.
If she had her way, this happiness would last forever.
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Post by Jammi on Jul 17, 2010 15:51:56 GMT -5
Things were happening so fast. At first all the twins could hear was the humming broken almost eerily by the sound of cracking eggs. In what seemed like an eye blink several of their fellow candidates had Impressed. All three of the new friends that the pair had made were walking off the sands with their bonded. Eyes wide Cheriss looked at her twin, "Does it always happen like this?"
With a shrug Demariss went back to watching the eggs. Soon his twin did the same. The second wave of cracks started then, several new colors coming from this set as well. A black, a red... Wait Cheriss felt something painful, but it wasn't her. In her formally private mind the short haired teen heard, Ow! I bit my tongue! Owowow! Cheriss, come help your Eponath!
The little red stumbled just a few strides away from the impulsive teen. With out a second thought Cheriss dashed forward to help the young dragonet. But she was unsure of what to do, He-hello Eponath. I want to help, but I don't know what to do. Maybe if we moved off the hot sands I could take a look at it? Kneeling in front of her new friend, Cheriss tried to help untangle the limbs and wings.
Oh yes Cheriss, let's get off these hot sands before you hurt yourself like I did. And do you think we can find me something to eat as well? Cheriss nodded before she turned to her twin, "De, Her name is Eponath. I need to get her something to eat. Good luck, okay?" She paused briefly to hug her brother before leading her red off the hot sands. Come one Eponath. I'm sure there's food in with the other new riders.
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Post by Kendrall on Jul 17, 2010 16:32:16 GMT -5
Misty popped out from in between on Madilyn's shoulder, prompting the young girl to squeal with excitement...and for Madisen to calm her daughter down. Jaylen likewise calmed the girl down, having heard his son had been Searched while he was at sea. The Master sailor and fisherman didn't like it, but he trusted his son enough to let him chart his own course. Misty trilled her greetings to all them, but suggested they wait until after her pet Impressed or was left Standing.
Jaysen turned his eyes up to the Stands and his eyes met his father's, the elder man nodding his approval to his son. Finally, Jaysen had found the respect from his father he wanted. Part of him wanted to run up to the Stands and greet his family, but the other part of him told him he needed to focus. His feet were hot but he needed to focus. Focus. His eyes widened when a large Bronze hatched....but seemed to not care about finding his bonded right away. Was that usual...? Three more eggs hatched; an aqua looking color, nearly the color of the sea, followed by a brown and a dark green. Jaysen held his breath...but was disappointed as the aqua blue passed him over for one of the other Candidates, the Weyrwoman's son. He was happy for the boy, but was saddened. That Bronze was now making his way over to greet his new siblings, but the Brown seemed perturbed by the motion. The young sailor wondered privately if that was common. But now the Bronze practically plowed through the eggs, knocking another over...but the smaller Bronze that emerged - more of a dark gold, really, or a dull yellow-bronze - survived the blow, and snarled at his older and bigger sibling, drawing him into a squabbling match. Jaysen had to shake his head in amazement. Kiyoni, Arktos, nor Tesni never warned him about this!
The flame-marked Bronze finally moved off. The Brown came over and inspected all the males. Jaysen again held his breath as the Brown sniffed at him...but moved on. None of the males were to be its lifemate. He watched as it came to the females and his heart nearly sank. What if it chose Calyssa? He'd be happy for her...but their future would take an unexpected and drastic turn for the worse. But no, the brown settled for Minette. A sigh of relief mixed with sadness escaped his nostrils, but his heart went out to Calyssa. There would be another opportunity soon.
Another egg hatched. A white dragonet, and it was steadily making his way over to the Candidates. Then three more hatched: a sandy brown, a dark green, and a dark gray. Interesting! But this wasn't about to last...that flame-marked Bronze came barreling over to greet his new siblings, but was blocked. Lashing out, he sent two dragonets flying...the yellow-bronze and the dark-green...right at him and the other males.
Uh-oh.
Jaysen tried to steel himself for the impact, but instead felt tiny claws rake his chest as he went sprawling into the Sands. He opened his eyes and looked right into the rainbow-colored eyes of the yellow-bronze. Oh, J’sen. I am sorry I didn’t find you before. I am Amonth. You are not hurt too badly are you? Wait a minute! J'sen? That was his honorific? He Impressed to a...a BRONZE??? He saw hands lifting Amonth off his chest and other hands lifting him up and helping him to stand. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Calyssa wanting to come over but he gave her a curt shake of the head. Stay here, he mentally warned her. He let himself be ushered off the sands, Amonth walking next to him, his robe being lifted to check to see how badly he was hurt. Thankfully, it wasn't too terrible...but it'd sting for a few days. He felt a salve being applied to his chest, and J'sen gave the Healers a nod. "I'll be fine," he said, walking over to a table where buckets of meat were sitting. No sooner than he sat down, Misty appeared on his shoulder and trilled a question. Amonth looked up at the tiny queen. J'sen? Who's this? the dragonet's voice could clearly be heard in the young man's mind. "Amonth, this is Misty. I've had her with me for about two turns now. And yes, Misty, I'll be fine. It's just a scratch. Amonth didn't mean to knock me over like that." Misty? I am honored to be in the presence of a queen...and would be doubly honored to help keep guard over our charge.[/color] Misty trilled her acceptance of her larger cousin.
J'sen looked up just as Calyssa and Sertex walked over with their new lifemates; Sertex had the larger flame-marked Bronze and Calyssa a beautiful Red. Amonth, too, looked over and nodded at his clutch siblings. Belenoth and Freyath,[/i] the yellow-bronze mentally told his bonded. Which means... Belenoth's is S'tex.[/i] J'sen held out a hand to congratulate Calyssa's brother. "Nicely done, S'tex. No harm, no foul, though, on your Belenoth sending Amonth into me. I've been through worse," he gave the other young man a grin, then turned to wink at Calyssa. "Freyath's a beauty," he complimented. "Just like you." J'sen then reached over to grab some meat and started to feed his bonded.
Madilyn then came rushing over, her eyes full of tears and worry, and quickly hugged her brother's neck. "Jaysen! Are you alright?" J'sen chuckled and hugged his sister, then playfully ruffled her hair. "I'm alright, Madilyn. And it's J'sen now. This is Amonth," he waved to his new dragonet. He then looked up as his mother and father came over, then rose to his feet to embrace his mother, then his father. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for the Search, Jaysen," Jaylen said softly. "But I'm proud of you nonetheless. A Bronze. What's his name? And you have an honorific now?" The younger sailor nodded. "Aye, Father. But I'm glad you're here nonetheless. This is Amonth." The Bronze dragonet merely looked at his bonded's family, his blue eyes taking them in. "And yes, I have an honorific now. It's J'sen." He then waved at the siblings. "These are my friends, Father. S'tex and Calyssa. They came from Green River."
Jaylen, Madisen, and Madilyn all greeted the siblings. "Well met, both of you," Jaylen said. He then turned to his son. "I actually had something for you." The Master sailor reached into his belt pouch and withdrew from it a finely-wrought chain, from which dangled an ornate copper dragon claw that clutched a deep blue sapphire. "When your mother told me you'd been Searched, I knew I had to get something for the occasion." J'sen's eyes widened in surprise, and he gingerly took the pendant from his father's fingers. "Father. I...thank you..." It was difficult for him to find the words. He then looked at Jaylen. "Will you be staying for the Hatching feast, Father? I...needed to speak to you. And to Mother." Nodding, Jaylen spoke. "Aye, we will. And judging from the way you looked at this young lady," he gave Calyssa a playful grin, "I'd say you and her were more than just friends."
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