Post by Jammi on Feb 21, 2011 15:39:03 GMT -5
Tara gulped down her mug as fast as she finally caught sight of Mordecai. A relieved smile took over as she realized just how nervous she was. Well it didn’t matter did it? She was here, Mordecai and C’olt would make sure nothing major happened to her, and there was a hatching going on! Squeezing her friend’s hand tightly she simply nodded. Too excited for words that’s all she was able to get out. Oh she hoped it was enough. She hadn’t been too sure of this day actually coming, wasn’t even sure she wanted to be here, but once the excitement of the crowd hit her… Well it’s hard not be excited with that much going on!
After she fell in line, Tara went over the possibilities of her own Impression. She quickly dismissed the boy dragons; she really didn’t feel that they were in her “range” as she had come to think of it. Golds, silvers, reds and greys also were swept away with very little thought. Sure they were a possibility, but could she deal with the responsibility? Did she really want to be in the spotlight so much that her life wasn’t her own? Tara didn’t think she could handle that kind of life. So what did that leave? Greens. Nice steady greens. Oh yes that definitely was a possibility. Maybe some sweet little thing that could help her round out those harsh edges that came from being raised as a tomboy.
On the hot sands, Tara couldn’t help the shifting, the fidgeting. There was something in the air that was unique, something the tomboy hadn’t felt before. Anticipation, fears, worries, hopes and dreams all hung in the air almost like a visible cloud. No that’s just the heat off the sand, but the thickness of the air did hold a certain charge to it. As the first of the eggs cracked and showed the world their beauty, Tara’s breathing hitched. Such wonderful creatures. Could she really Impress one of them? Was that bond out there today? She just didn’t know what to think of that idea. Lost in her own thoughts Tara hadn’t been paying all that much attention to what was really going on. Lost in a day dream it didn’t register that danger was lurking nearby. Oh they had been warned of maulings, but did Tara think she would be a victim? Nope. She was still healing from her last bout with a sharp object.
As such things go, Tara didn’t know what hit her until she saw stars dancing inside the dome of the Hatching Cavern. Curious she tried to make sense of it all. Evidently something had hit her. Hard judging by the slight ringing in her ears. Her attention was so focused on the sound that she hadn’t noticed the sharp claws gouging tender flesh. Nor had she noticed the blood staining her once white robe. Or at least not until C’olt came over to bandage the wounds. Once she noticed the familiar blonde head, Tara struggled to sit up. “C’olt… What happened?” She tried to ask, slowly coming back to the world. The triple cuts on her shins decided it was time to make their presence known as her cousin wrapped them as neatly as he could. “I feel like a runner beast ran over me… Oh!” She cried as a small green wedge appeared in her sparkling vision. “Malachith?” She asked softly as she reached up to touch the striped nose. “Yes I think feeling better would be nice,” Tara said in a daze. All at once it didn’t matter that she was hurt, that her head was pounding, that C’olt was even speaking to her. Malachith had become her whole world, and at that moment there was nothing she wouldn’t do for the green. As she stared into the whirling eyes, Tara became aware of the gnawing hunger in her belly. “Malachith I think it’s a good idea to eat now too…” She whispered as C’olt helped her to stand.
~~*~~
When Luna heard a familiar voice a small smile lit her face. C’olt, the kind healer who had helped her that first night, was coming to her rescue. How sweet of him. So she was allowed to go to the Hatching. Amazing. She thought she would have to wait a bit more. Perhaps even sit this one out. As she blinked her savior disappeared once more. Cocking her head to the side Myntaluna crossed over to the door way. “C’olt?” She asked wondering where he had gone. But just as quickly has he had left the healer returned, holding a garment that he was almost disgusted to touch. Odd. Why didn’t he like white? Was that why he didn’t come close to her? Did he not like white-blondes either? Heart falling in her chest, Luna took the small robe. Nodding slowly Mynta stepped away to change. Being a healer and a trader, Mynta wasn’t very shy about her body, so as quickly as she could the tiny girl pulled off her only set of clothing. Replacing it quickly as she had doffed the clothing, Luna wondered what was going on out on the Sands, had they missed anything?
Meeting C’olt and following his lead to the sands left plenty of time for Luna’s mind to wander again. Just what was happening? Were there hatchlings already? Was it all over and done? She let her mind go over any possibilities that might come up. Deaths, maulings, broken bones, anything could happen right? She wondered if the Healers needed an extra set of hands, or if they had plenty to begin with. As her mind went from topic to topic, her feet slowed. Soon she was so far behind her guide that she couldn’t see him. “Well fardles,” She whispered to herself. Now she was truly lost.
Or maybe not. The sounds she could hear echoing down the dim halls should be able to lead her to the right place. So one foot in front of the other, Luna followed her ears to the Hatching Sands. Once at the door way, however, the girl stalled. Did she dare? Did she want to? She had nowhere else to go. If she failed today what would she do? Stay on as a healer? Find a new trader train to head out with? Would she stay on as a Candidate and try again? As she worried about the future, dragonets found their bonds. More hatched and life went on. But there was something happening on the sands that forced the tiny girl to look up. There a pair of white hatchlings stood together against a hulking purple-black. Why? What had happened that the black wanted to hurt them? Her heart going out to the injured one, Myntaluna found her bare feet moving forwards. Not far into the sands, mind, but enough for the small girl to see what was going on. A third white blur interrupted the scene as things started to boil over. “No!” She whispered into the warm air. The poor fellow was hurt, she knew from the sharp crack. A louder exclamation came as more movement blocked her view. What happened? Why was there a keening sound in the air?
Her blue eyes welled with tears as she realized what had happened. A dragonet had betweened, chosen death over finding a candidate. Why? What made one person better than another? Why couldn’t the little one find someone else? She wondered as events unfolded around her. Once again her mind was lost in its own twists and turns. A few small steps had her leaning against the wall, pondering if that little one had gone on because Myntaluna hadn’t been closer. Tears filled her eyes as she wondered if she was to blame for the death.
Just as the first tear slipped down her cheek, a flash of creamy white pulled her away from her self-inflicted pain. What was that? Was a candidate coming over to cheer her up? No wrong shade. Someone else. Someone… Wait… What just happened? One moment Myntaluna was alone, sad, unsure of the world around her and the next she was hearing voices. No. Make that one. “Not alone?” She said softly, as if speaking aloud would bring more pain. “Food?” She asked again. As things slowly fit together. Halith. A dragon. In her head? What did that mean? Had she truly Impressed? A tattooed hand reached out to touch the white head before her. A soft voice replied, “Food would be nice.” Together Halith and Myntaluna joined the other candidates at the food buckets.
((Can you tell when the muses died? Sorry it took so long!))
After she fell in line, Tara went over the possibilities of her own Impression. She quickly dismissed the boy dragons; she really didn’t feel that they were in her “range” as she had come to think of it. Golds, silvers, reds and greys also were swept away with very little thought. Sure they were a possibility, but could she deal with the responsibility? Did she really want to be in the spotlight so much that her life wasn’t her own? Tara didn’t think she could handle that kind of life. So what did that leave? Greens. Nice steady greens. Oh yes that definitely was a possibility. Maybe some sweet little thing that could help her round out those harsh edges that came from being raised as a tomboy.
On the hot sands, Tara couldn’t help the shifting, the fidgeting. There was something in the air that was unique, something the tomboy hadn’t felt before. Anticipation, fears, worries, hopes and dreams all hung in the air almost like a visible cloud. No that’s just the heat off the sand, but the thickness of the air did hold a certain charge to it. As the first of the eggs cracked and showed the world their beauty, Tara’s breathing hitched. Such wonderful creatures. Could she really Impress one of them? Was that bond out there today? She just didn’t know what to think of that idea. Lost in her own thoughts Tara hadn’t been paying all that much attention to what was really going on. Lost in a day dream it didn’t register that danger was lurking nearby. Oh they had been warned of maulings, but did Tara think she would be a victim? Nope. She was still healing from her last bout with a sharp object.
As such things go, Tara didn’t know what hit her until she saw stars dancing inside the dome of the Hatching Cavern. Curious she tried to make sense of it all. Evidently something had hit her. Hard judging by the slight ringing in her ears. Her attention was so focused on the sound that she hadn’t noticed the sharp claws gouging tender flesh. Nor had she noticed the blood staining her once white robe. Or at least not until C’olt came over to bandage the wounds. Once she noticed the familiar blonde head, Tara struggled to sit up. “C’olt… What happened?” She tried to ask, slowly coming back to the world. The triple cuts on her shins decided it was time to make their presence known as her cousin wrapped them as neatly as he could. “I feel like a runner beast ran over me… Oh!” She cried as a small green wedge appeared in her sparkling vision. “Malachith?” She asked softly as she reached up to touch the striped nose. “Yes I think feeling better would be nice,” Tara said in a daze. All at once it didn’t matter that she was hurt, that her head was pounding, that C’olt was even speaking to her. Malachith had become her whole world, and at that moment there was nothing she wouldn’t do for the green. As she stared into the whirling eyes, Tara became aware of the gnawing hunger in her belly. “Malachith I think it’s a good idea to eat now too…” She whispered as C’olt helped her to stand.
~~*~~
When Luna heard a familiar voice a small smile lit her face. C’olt, the kind healer who had helped her that first night, was coming to her rescue. How sweet of him. So she was allowed to go to the Hatching. Amazing. She thought she would have to wait a bit more. Perhaps even sit this one out. As she blinked her savior disappeared once more. Cocking her head to the side Myntaluna crossed over to the door way. “C’olt?” She asked wondering where he had gone. But just as quickly has he had left the healer returned, holding a garment that he was almost disgusted to touch. Odd. Why didn’t he like white? Was that why he didn’t come close to her? Did he not like white-blondes either? Heart falling in her chest, Luna took the small robe. Nodding slowly Mynta stepped away to change. Being a healer and a trader, Mynta wasn’t very shy about her body, so as quickly as she could the tiny girl pulled off her only set of clothing. Replacing it quickly as she had doffed the clothing, Luna wondered what was going on out on the Sands, had they missed anything?
Meeting C’olt and following his lead to the sands left plenty of time for Luna’s mind to wander again. Just what was happening? Were there hatchlings already? Was it all over and done? She let her mind go over any possibilities that might come up. Deaths, maulings, broken bones, anything could happen right? She wondered if the Healers needed an extra set of hands, or if they had plenty to begin with. As her mind went from topic to topic, her feet slowed. Soon she was so far behind her guide that she couldn’t see him. “Well fardles,” She whispered to herself. Now she was truly lost.
Or maybe not. The sounds she could hear echoing down the dim halls should be able to lead her to the right place. So one foot in front of the other, Luna followed her ears to the Hatching Sands. Once at the door way, however, the girl stalled. Did she dare? Did she want to? She had nowhere else to go. If she failed today what would she do? Stay on as a healer? Find a new trader train to head out with? Would she stay on as a Candidate and try again? As she worried about the future, dragonets found their bonds. More hatched and life went on. But there was something happening on the sands that forced the tiny girl to look up. There a pair of white hatchlings stood together against a hulking purple-black. Why? What had happened that the black wanted to hurt them? Her heart going out to the injured one, Myntaluna found her bare feet moving forwards. Not far into the sands, mind, but enough for the small girl to see what was going on. A third white blur interrupted the scene as things started to boil over. “No!” She whispered into the warm air. The poor fellow was hurt, she knew from the sharp crack. A louder exclamation came as more movement blocked her view. What happened? Why was there a keening sound in the air?
Her blue eyes welled with tears as she realized what had happened. A dragonet had betweened, chosen death over finding a candidate. Why? What made one person better than another? Why couldn’t the little one find someone else? She wondered as events unfolded around her. Once again her mind was lost in its own twists and turns. A few small steps had her leaning against the wall, pondering if that little one had gone on because Myntaluna hadn’t been closer. Tears filled her eyes as she wondered if she was to blame for the death.
Just as the first tear slipped down her cheek, a flash of creamy white pulled her away from her self-inflicted pain. What was that? Was a candidate coming over to cheer her up? No wrong shade. Someone else. Someone… Wait… What just happened? One moment Myntaluna was alone, sad, unsure of the world around her and the next she was hearing voices. No. Make that one. “Not alone?” She said softly, as if speaking aloud would bring more pain. “Food?” She asked again. As things slowly fit together. Halith. A dragon. In her head? What did that mean? Had she truly Impressed? A tattooed hand reached out to touch the white head before her. A soft voice replied, “Food would be nice.” Together Halith and Myntaluna joined the other candidates at the food buckets.
((Can you tell when the muses died? Sorry it took so long!))