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Post by Briarwind on Dec 7, 2010 10:50:54 GMT -5
...Pink? Dragons came in pi- oh. It was a yellow. Well, that made a little more sense. It was, however, no less blinding to look at for that fact. Never in all her life had 'Miche seen a dragon that ... colourful. Of course, it wasn't as though she spent most of her time milling about Weyrs, but all the same, that was quite the shocking creature. When a brown, rolling end-over-end, strayed altogether too close for her liking, wariness flashed across 'Miche's features, and she shifted, moving a bit closer so that it would be swift to step between Aurum and the small creature. Fortunately, however, that never became an issue as the brown impressed out promptly. Wary, 'Miche turned her gaze back to the hatching, watching yet another sharding wherry-brain fall to the claws of a hatching, before the yellow stalked forward, raising 'Miche's figurative hackles, once more. As he strode intently closer, she tensed, ready to move, but then, the red in his eyes gave way to rainbow as he looked up at ... Aurum? A burble of laughter momentarily rose up in the girl. Oh, this was going to be interesting to watch Aurum explain to her brother! Well, at least it was the end of this. As soon as Aurum and her new dragon got off the sands, she could relax a bit. In anticipation of that delightful event, the girl took a step backwards, clearing a path for Aurum to depart. This was swiftly shaping up to be yet another disappointment. Not a single bronze in the entire clutch and a scarce two browns, there looked to be little prospect for rank for Rhiskyraenen, and no lower ranked dragon had ever so much as given him the once over, before, so there didn't look to be any hope coming from that quarter, either. Both browns were swift to impress, too, as was the yellow, and he was beginning to feel as if he was cursed. The feeling always came back in force during a hatching, and he hated it. These damnable things always reminded him what a disappointment he'd been to his father. This had been meant to be his big chance to redeem himself, and it was starting to look unlikely. But there were a lot of eggs left. He knew that. Chiding himself mentally, he tried to push the concern out of his head, banishing it in favour of a stern mental reminder that a hatchling would notice his self-doubt and overlook him for it. He deserved this. He was the son of Weyrwoman Belaraene and former Weyrleader R'his. He was not going to be cast aside and forgotten, or mauled and lost like that sharding fool girl who threw herself at the queen. He'd seen too many hatchings and too many maulings to feel pity for her, anymore. Now if only he could so easily forget the pity he felt for himself. Akantral frowned. Three mauled, one likely near to death, and half the clutch still unhatched? Were hatchings always this stressful? No wonder J'tan had been so desperate to get her to agree to come. Folding her arms over her stomach, she brushed her fingers over the hard shape of his dagger, bound in cloth once more and tied against her by the rope belt. It still seemed too much, to her, but all the same, she appreciated the trust it implied. Of course, if he'd told her it would be like this, she might not have come. If she hadn't come, she would have missed out on a once in a lifetime experience - a death-defying, heartbreaking, terrifying once-in-a-lifetime experience that she wouldn't have wanted to miss for the world. She'd have to remember to thank the blonde later for agreeing to do this her way - and agreeing to bring her. It had been a hassle for him, she knew, but it was also very much the only way it could have worked for her, and for all the blood, for all the death, it was, simply put, exciting, something that all too little was, anymore.
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 7, 2010 10:52:22 GMT -5
The chaos was increasing as yet even more eggs rocked. One of which hatched to reveal yet another hatchling, this time the shattering of the egg revealing a strong, glistening bronze dragon who was creeling out with his pride and strength. In his defiance, he whipped around and began to stalk towards the candidates, knocking over another egg. Then moment he did that, it was like a domino affect. The one egg knocking into the other resulted in the eruption hatching from both the medium size and an incredibly small egg. Two glistening greens, gleaming in health and calling out in hunger shook themselves out from their dazed state, starting to walk forward to where the candidates stood. The other one impressed to a boy immediately, while the smallest one looked lost for a moment. It was there that the smallest green looked up, realizing precisely who and what it was she wanted, and darted forward, stumbling along the way. That was when she noticed it. The one she wanted was starting to move away. No! This couldn't be allowed, or else how could she share the love and life she wanted! Rushing in an ungainly manner as only a hatchling could do, the little one continued to move towards her goal, her cries audible above the sound of the chaos around. With a loud cry, she stumbled at the foot of Tei'miche, her eyes whirling when she picked herself up, staring silently at the woman.
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 7, 2010 10:52:50 GMT -5
Eikenauth
Color: Green (00331e-009a80) Impressed to: Teimiche Appearance: Eikenauth is not small. She is not dainty. She is diminutive. She is tiny. Were dragons canines, this hatchling would likely be called a runt. No larger than most silvers, this small green sports an abnormally long tail and unusually thin, very long wings. Her tail and wings would be far better suited to a much larger dragon, making her seem even more starkly unbalanced with them. In flight, they will serve her extraordinarily, giving her the grace and speed of a Terran falcon, whose wings are so like her own, but for now, they make the poor hatchling unsteady and prone to an almost dangerous amount of stumbling. Her hide, a soft deep sea green, gleams in a paler, almost teal colour along her snout and the end of her tail, and traces of this colour can be seen throughout her hide occasionally, when the light catches it just right. A much darker shade of green brushes her paws, front and back, forms tiny caps on her headknobs, and marks her cheeks, by the front corners of her eyes, with tiny, teardrop-like smudges. Personality: observant, quiet, assertive, protectiveGreens, as a rule, are by no stretch the smartest dragons, marking this hatchling as something of an eccentricity. Though she is by no means a brilliant creature, Eikenauth is keenly observant, watchful, and, overall, sensible. Very little escapes her notice, and though her memory, like all draconic memories, is shaky, at best, she seems to have a knack for noting little tidbits of 'interesting' to mention to hers. She might forget them a few days later, but at least, when it matters immediately, she takes note and comments. Aside from her observations and the personal intimations of affection she shares with her beloved rider, however, Eikenauth is very much on the quiet side. Though not properly shy, the hatchling is notable for commenting that one learns more by listening, and, unlike so many, actually abides by that advice. When she does speak to another dragon (for she patently refuses to speak to any human who is not her rider under any circumstances), her voice is a calm, sensible one, soft, warm, and sure. Were she anything but a green, she would sound downright maternal. Instead, she sounds faintly reminiscent of a Harper-skald, a comforting teller of tales. Despite her generally quiet, reserved demeanour, when something of significance bestirs Eikenauth to action, she is swift and assertive, tackling the problem, resolving it, and presenting it in a pretty package to her superiors before going back to what she was doing. Ideas such as “chain of command” completely escape her, not because she is unwilling to listen (she is, of course, more than happy to oblige the requests of her superiors), but simply because it does not occur to her to ask permission before acting. Her way is just easier and more sensible. Unfortunately, like most greens, she is sufficiently emotional about her pet subjects to make sense abandon her, and for Eikenauth, that pet poison of hers comes in the form of an overdeveloped protective instinct. Best no one gets hurt, but if someone must, then better it be her. She is strong. She knows she can survive it (even when, quite rationally, she probably can't). She cannot say the same of others. The perception that someone she cares for is in danger, be it physical or emotional, kicks this protective instinct into figurative overdrive, banishing good sense and replacing it with an overdeveloped sense of duty and a propensity for throwing her own tiny self in harm's way in order to 'help'. As a hatchling, 'helping' is a bit more than she can even begin to manage.
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Post by Fireleaf on Dec 7, 2010 19:52:19 GMT -5
Seldrimme watched the tumbling of the eggs, her face tight a moment as hatchling tumbled over hatchling. As cute as they were it was proven already the danger of their claws, even to each other. No sooner had she thought this than the yellow emerged, shockingly bright and really more pink than yellow. The little queen, still wandering, was looking more and more frightened. Shards and shells! She felt herself tremble as blood splattered the sand. She stepped forward, one step closer to the little gold, to the fallen girl, to the milling, lost little dragons, to the eggs she had touched, to the unhatched gold. She could still move quickly out of the way. The brown and then the pink… erm… yellow… went off with candidates, and she looked around, the number of candidates that she recognized dwindling. She shrugged off anything that could have felt like a loss of hope, because how could she feel a loss of something she didn’t have to begin with? Seldrimme looked over again at Syreaka, wondering how she did it, how she dealt with having hope, how she could possibly struggle with that rising and falling feeling, wondering with each egg if it might be the one, or if at the end of it all if she might be left empty? Seldrimme moved her eyes back to the rocking eggs, to the searching hatchlings, careful not to let herself be vulnerable, ready to move. She caught a glimpse of the really tall, deferential man. It seemed as though he hadn’t impressed yet. She wondered what kind of dragon would bond with a man like that. What kind of dragon would bond with a woman like her, even? She looked around, taking in each hatchling, looking each in the eye, knowing the bronze couldn’t ever, watching the red flash in the gold’s eye, and then watching one of the greens rush forward. It hurried by to a candidate that almost looked like she was about to slip away. Fabrics. Think of all the fabrics, ‘Drimme. You’ll go back and have fabrics in all these colours for sale, in all these shades of green, and in that bright pink with the yellow, and that teal colour. Bright colours that you’ve seen here. Take the colours with you. With that she held the colours and fabrics in her mind, looking for Weft, finding him still with the dark green and purple fire lizards. She smiled a little then, happy in her fabrics and colours and him, feeling herself open just the tiniest bit in that and wondering that somehow they all fit together, and here of all places.
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 7, 2010 22:23:24 GMT -5
Syreaka felt a profound amazement. That pink dragon..yellow...that hatchling had impressed someone who appeared of quite a regal bearing. A glance up in the stands showed the pondersome look of the Harper as Taliene was staring down at the woman in contemplation. Either way, Syreaka pushed the thought aside and glanced back at the eggs. The smell of blood, the thrill of the chaos and the pitiful look and gestures of the darling queen upon the sands who was so lonely she was about to go between- No! That queen couldn't. Syreaka well recognized the signs, having seen it on occasion on the Sands back at Eastern. No..No! The woman lifted a hand towards the queen as if to stop the little dragon, taking a step forward and then another before stopping completely. For once she completely ignored what she looked like or whatever prose or diginity she may have had at the moment. All she felt was the concern for that Dragonette, but she wasn't stupid enough to run on the sands only to get mauled. Her two firelizards trilled a protest at the thought of her getting mauled, the raucous call of Ciri heard over the hum before fading back to the hatching hum when Syreaka forced her thoughts to be a little more favorable.
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Post by Fireleaf on Dec 8, 2010 0:19:53 GMT -5
Seldrimme caught movement out of the corner of her eye. It was Syreaka, and she was moving forward, too. Just a little, just as she had. Syreaka, who apparently knew much more about such things. Syreaka was not a woman who acted on impulse, not a woman to be swayed by her feelings like that boy with the teal or the girl who now most likely lay dying. If Syreaka were moving forward to the little queen then… then what? What could she do? She had little to offer Weft other than the feel of the fabrics in her mind when he was over-tired, something she’d been practicing with him for a while now, trying to calm him, train him in when he got a little over eager with the other firelizards. Frustrated, exasperated, worried for the little queen, Seldrimme let herself open up just a little, not even to the queen, but just in a general sense, just in case it did something, anything. Maybe it was for Weft, maybe it was so he could calm her. She didn’t really know. She just thought of her favorite fabric, the softest she’d ever made, for her last exam, and the deep, rich colours she’d dyed it with, but she let those thoughts expand here, taking in each of the hatchlings. She knew Weft got it, his eyes whirling with all the colours, and she calmed, and opened herself just the tiniest bit more, just… just in case, maybe.
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Post by Virenn on Dec 8, 2010 0:24:58 GMT -5
While Taejinn had been surprised by the boldness that the new weyrling had shown by throwing himself directly at the Teal, it would be an understatement to say that he wasn't absolutely shocked when a girl attempted the same move. Although the candidate managed to Impress, he got mauled. If the Queen hadn’t looked at her yet, then there was no chance throwing herself at it would change anything… He winced again when the Queen struck back, and stepped away from the bleeding girl before hissing at her clutchbrother, who was very… pink. He couldn't help but feel bad, but knew that there was nothing he could do to help... He forced himself to look away, concentrating solely on the Brown.
The Brown seemed luckier, once he got away from everyone. He Impressed without a bit of an issue, while the Yellow seemed anxious for a moment. Right when it seemed that the dragonet might disappear between, he found His.
Now if only the Golden Queenling would find Hers! The fact that she still hadn’t spotted one person that suited her tastes worried him. However, at the sight of more dragonets hatching, he knew that feeling sorry for the little Queen would get him nowhere. With two greens Impressed and even more hatchlings out on the Sands, Taejinn couldn’t help but smile.
He, and a bunch of the other candidates, still had a chance to Impress one of these beauties!
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Post by Briarwind on Dec 8, 2010 18:35:31 GMT -5
Another of the greens toddled off to impress, oblivious to the stirrings of activity around her, and, emboldened by her sister's success, a second green followed hesitantly after. Unfortunately, she happened to be passing a good-sized egg exactly as it gave way under the stress of the hatchling inside of it, causing the poor green to yelp and scramble out of the way of her very large bronze brother, plowing nose-first into a startled candidate. Her claws raked through the paper-thin robe covering the boy's leg even as she looked up and impression was made. The bronze, baffled by the sudden light pouring into his eyes, shook his head, backing up, and cracked the shell of another egg with the talons of his hind leg, freeing yet another green onto the sands to startle him. He lept back one way, and she, the other, causing both of them to tumble into eggs. His cracked, but hers broke, freeing a small blue. Not far away, another egg chose then to give way, loosing another green onto the sands. Suddenly, the sands seemed very crowded, and the blue, faintly cowed by the sheer numbers pressing in around him, scrambled toward the candidates, tripping over his own wing and crashing into the sands. Whimpering, he called out to his new rider, impressing swiftly. The queen, still swaying back and forth, ignored the chaos of her siblings, creeling anxiously and watching the candidates with a frightened eye. A bit of movement caught her attention, and her gaze flicked to the side, a low hiss emanating from her as she turned toward Seldrimme and Syreaka. The hiss died in her throat, and, for a heartbeat, she froze. Then, the red in her eyes gave way to a rainbow, and the hiss to a croon as she darted, kitten-like, across the sands to coil affectionately around Syreaka's legs, for all the world like an overgrown feline. Ivaeuth Color: Gold (fdc282-ffffb5) Impressed to: Syreaka Appearance: This daintily-built, lean creature possesses what will undoubtedly be a catlike elegance when she reaches full growth, made all the more obvious by her decidedly kitten-like, stumbling gait as a hatchling. She moves like an under-coordinated predator, still growing into the use of all her limbs, and the sleek lines of her neck and tail precipitate what will one day be a striking elegance, but, for now, only serve to make her large head seem overlarge and the unbalancing quality of her flightless wings all the more evident. Even as an uncoordinated infant, however, there is no mistaking the beginnings of true beauty in her, not the least of which stems from her striking rose-gold hide, its richer hues taking an almost luminous quality where the light hits them, betraying a true gold in the colour. This same true gold seems to be flecked across her hide like stardust, brilliant and shining across her slender form. The slim delicacy of this hatchling makes it all the more surprising when one realizes that she is quite possibly one of the largest gold hatchlings ever seen. Her dainty, delicate build makes that seem almost impossible, but there it is, all the same. Personality: self-assured, romantic, level-headed, short temperedBeing a queen from birth means many things, not the least of which is a sense of responsibility, but it also means an air of entitlement, and this, Ivaeuth possesses in spades. Confident, proud, and sure, as all golds are wont to be, Ivaeuth is the picture of royalty. She is flawless, and she is deserving. Just ask her, she knows it. A little healthy self-assurance is a beautiful thing. Ivaeuth does not see the difference between that and cockiness. If anyone should take it into his or her head to teach that to the child, she's in for the fight of her life. All children are petulant until they learn their boundaries. Ivaeuth takes 'petulant' to a whole new level, her youthful ire resulting in an almost feral wrath that pushes the boundaries of good sense. Quick to rile and quicker to lash out, it takes a firm hand to keep the infant's temper in check, lest she inadvertently do a very real damage to the object of her displeasure. When Ivaeuth can be made to check her temper, she is a surprisingly level-headed creature, her keen mind easily seeing most sides of the issues quickly. Though she has some difficulty putting these perspectives together to see a solution, she is swift to offer her observations to anyone she feels needs to know it - whether they want to hear them or not. Unfortunately, tact is a learned skill, and does not necessarily go hand-in-hand with level-headedness. It may yet be a very long time in coming. Aside from a temper, there is one other thing which can swiftly destroy Ivaeuth's level-headedness: romance. There is a distinct difference between prodiness and romance, and Ivaeuth is a queen, after all. She deserves the romance, doesn't she? Well, truth told, if anyone bothered to ask her, they'd likely be informed that everyone deserves the romance. A knight in shining armour, a dashing, debonaire rogue, a Casanova, or even a nervous sweetheart with fumbling poetry, Ivaeuth has a soft spot for a love story, and it doesn't matter a whit whether the star is herself (she's too young for more than playing at that, anyway!), her rider, or some other hapless victim of her (often vociferous) flights of fancy.
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Post by wildfire on Dec 8, 2010 19:12:53 GMT -5
Ariya had watched the chaos that was the hatching as she fed her new bonded. She noticed that the gold hadn't impressed yet and was worried about the creature. It would be a shame to lose such a gorgeous creature but if she couldn't find her bonded...
She will find hers, Mine. I know she will. Inysalth said interrupting her train of thought. Ariya smiled and nodded at the blue.
"I know she will but it is still hard to watch her be so distressed." the teen commented. Inysalth gave a rumble of agreement as he went back to eating. The pair noted the impressing of the greens and blue and the antics of the bronze. All the babies were so adorable. It was hard not to smile and occasionally laugh at the clumsy babies. Then Ariya noticed the gold freeze and paused in her feeding of Inysalth to watch. Then the gold was running up to Syreaka and curling around the girl's legs. A grin split Ariya's face as Inysalth gave his sister a happy croon.
Did I not tell you that she would find hers? Inysalth said slightly smug and Ariya nodded.
"You did and I knew Syreaka would get one of the Golds." the girl replied happily. She was ecstatic for her friend and knew that Syreaka was more then capable of handling the hatchling.
"Congrats, Syreaka!" she called out to the new Goldrider, a smile on her face.
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Little Ebony
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Aurum had, quite possibly, just found the most important man her life would ever know.
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Post by Little Ebony on Dec 8, 2010 20:11:26 GMT -5
Aurum didn't even flinch at the light touch on her shoulder. She knew who it was an lifted her hand to brush Teimiche's fingers. The other woman spoke softly in her ear and she glanced over her shoulder to look back to where D'skel was. When she saw him, she gave him a purposely flirty smile and waggled her fingers at him. She wasn't usually so flirty-- no obnoxiously so like this-- but it seemed to rile him up and that she enjoyed. Maybe she was overdoing it, but... Nah. She wasn't. She cocked her hip-- a technique that never failed to draw notice to her sumptuous curves-- and turned her attention back to the hatching, which was accelerating with surprising speed. Her eyes widened in surprise; Aurum could barely contain her excitement as the chaos continued to explode on the hatching grounds. She could hardly keep up with all the eggs hatching and the different colours flying off every which way and-- wait, did someone else get mauled? Wait! Was that an Impression!? She opened he mouth to speak, but nothing came out. When she realized this, she snapped her jaw shut again and watch as a Brown seemed to come barreling their way and-- "Teimei you're in my way!" she stepped aside as the other woman attempted to put herself between Aurum and an excited Brown hatchling. The Brown veered off from their path to make his own Impression though and Aurum was so distracted watching that, that she didn't notice the blindingly bright hatching clambering her way. She would later ask herself how this was possible, he was as bright as a summer sunset, but when she turned her attention downward she was met with a pair of rainbow-hued eyes. Aurummine! Oh, Aurummine, there you are! I'm sooo-oo-ooo hungry, and you were so hard to find, and I was getting scared that I wouldn't find you, but I found you and you're here and now you'll feed me and oil me so I don't itch so much anyomore - I itch almost as much as I'm hungry - and you'll love me for always, just like you should!While most of what he'd said went straight over Aurum's head, she had heard one part loud and clear: you'll love me for always, just like you should,Aurum had, quite possibly, just found the most important man her life would ever know. There was nothing her brother could do about it now. For the first time in her life, Aurum had publicly gone against her family, and there was no turning back. 'Louqith.'She caressed his muzzle affectionately as her perceptions tilted her world at odd angles during their bonding. She saw flashed of herself, seen from below, mixed with her own vision. It seemed hours, though it was mere moments, until her world right itself again. She was so distracted, she almost forgot about Teimiche. Almost. It was unlucky for Teimiche that Aurum had a superb sense of timing, and that she chose that exact moment to use it. "Teimei, look at--" she stopped dead as she saw the Green at Teimiche's ankles, eyes whirling a cacophony of colours she recognized all too well. The smile that split her features was down right dastardly then. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" It came out as almost a purr, she was so smug. 'Nice wingman-- er, woman, there Louqith.'Thank-you. ... What's a wingman?--- "He arrived last night!?" L'chlan echoed, moving to stand swiftly but thinking better of it and sitting back down. His brother was on the sands and, surprise or no, it was his moment and they would have plenty of time to talk afterwards. "That's my brother..." he murmured quietly. He looked a little stunned, which was fairly unusual for L'chlan. How could he have gotten here? Their little cothold was so far north... Dragonriders (himself excluded) never went there. He puzzled over the possibilities, watching as Kildare edged toward the outermost limits of the candidates. He looked mildly terrified. L'chlan watched intently. --- Kildare didn't know what to make of his brother's expression. He'd never seen those faces on his brother before... ever. Instead of mulling over them and working himself up over what it could mean, Kildare turned his attention to the hatching. Promptly, someone else got mauled. Somewhat aghast, Kildare took a step back and instinctively glanced at his brother. A second look at his brother's face firmed his resolve and he strode forward and into the group of unImpressed candidates. His brother was watching and he wouldn't let this chance to make a good impression on his brother. Shifting from foot to foot, though, he found he couldn't stay still. He itched. He scratched an arm, but it didn't stop. He glanced around, following the crowd's gaze to the little, struggling Gold. He couldn't Impress that, he knew, but he felt concern for the little thing. It seemed to take her forever to Impress. He hadn't really ever thought about dragons not Impressing... How often did that happen? They went Between if they didn't, right? So that meant if the little Queen didn't-- As it turned out, he needn't have worried. She Impressed to one of the girls who'd been up from. Kildare didn't know her, but then again, he didn't know anyone here. Well, anyone expect Lach.
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Post by Briarwind on Dec 8, 2010 20:51:41 GMT -5
Teimiche stared skeptically back down at the hatchling, every inch of her doubting her senses and trying to convince herself that the overwhelming hunger she was feeling was her own and not coming from the rainbowed eyes that filled her vision. :You don't love me?: asked a satiny, infantile voice, the words whispering through 'Miche's mind altogether too intimately for comfort. There was a wistful, hurt tone to them that was impossibly heartrending, and Teimiche closed her eyes, sighing softly. 'I'm a bodyguard, not a dragonrider,' she thought to herself, frowning as she tried to decide how to handle this. :The dragon makes the rider, and I am yours and you are mine, and I am a dragon,: reasoned the voice hesitantly, startling the girl. 'You can hear me?' she thought again, tentatively. :Always,: the hatchling replied, rubbing her head lovingly against 'Miche's hand. Finally convinced that she had to give in to the inevitable (and, though unable to admit it, rapidly growing to love the little dragonet, anyhow), 'Miche glanced toward Aurum, trying to disguise her own discomfort at this all-too-awkward situation, and answered dryly, "Eikenauth. Her name is Eikenauth." Now how in the world had she known that? The green, intent on showering her rider with affection, now that she had won the girl's acceptance, neglected to bother answering. Pink. It still baffled him. Rhiskyraenen had seen many hatchings in his time, more than he cared to count, but in all that time, he had to admit, he had never seen a yellow so ... pink. Shaking his head, he looked back to the hatching. Again. Faranth, pink? Really? That poor dragon. That poor gold, too, still lost as she was, was a heart-wrenching site. Bivium couldn't afford for her to go between. She, however, was not his personal concern. Much as he wanted to see her impress, he, himself, could not impress her, and so, though he watched her, it was with far less attentiveness than he watched the rest of the hatching. There were bronzes on the sands. Two of them, now he noted it. There were no browns, unfortunately, but there was still a blue, and there were several greens. When he'd first stood, he'd sworn he wouldn't stand for a green to impress him, but as time had worn on, he'd changed his mind on that point, and if one of those tiny creatures looked his way, he would welcome her as happily as he would a bronze. Well, maybe not as happily... He had to admit, he would prefer a male dragon. Frowning as he pondered this, he watched the hatchlings move about, a few impressing out, but none looking his way. Then, a flash of movement from the queen, and he winced, bracing himself for another mauling. When no such thing came, however, no whimpers or cries of pain, he turned his head back to see the gold coiling kittenish and happy about Syreaka's legs - no small feat for a creature of some substantial size. The gold was larger than some of the canines the hunters used, easily, and she was acting as if she were a new-born feline. If it hadn't been so relieving, it would have been downright funny. It was a little funny, anyhow.
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 8, 2010 22:27:10 GMT -5
The world had narrowed, a beautiful sympony of incredularity and amazement. The first thought was only of pure love flooding her mind in a song she had only dreamed of. And yet, that amazement would last but a moment for as the oversized golden hatchling curled about her in what had to be the most feline-like action any dragon had ever exhibited, Syreaka completely lost her balance. The hatchling, beautiful, amazing as it was, was incredibly uncoordinated, and the stunned woman fell on her rump, looking up into whirling apologetic eyes. Oh dear, Syreakamine, I am sorry. Are you ok?
Syreaka could only nod, astounded. Years of disappointment had suddenly faded away in the blink of an eye, gone deep in the whirling gaze of the dragonnette who now loomed over her. Your Ivaueth has been waiting for you. What took you so long? I am so very very hungry. You are not hurt, and so we can find something to eat, yes?
Syreaka’s gaze altered into an expression one may never have guessed from her. Unhidden from the world was a level of adoration. The waiting had been entirely worth it. Of course it had. How could you want anyone else other than me?
“Never, Ivaeuth. I could never want anyone else,” Syreaka smiled, slowly getting up from the ground, ignoring the sand that clung to her robes and the heat beneath her feet. Flipping her braid over her shoulder, the new Queen’s rider gestured for the queen dragon to follow her to where the food was, “Let us go, my beautiful one. We shall get you some food.” About time.
Syreaka could only chuckle. This was the best day of her life. Her two lizards flitted into the air, swooping about above the girl and her dragon, trilling out the happy emotions they were feeling. "Um, yes? He had?" Taliene was amazed by L'chaln's reaction, but smiled slowly with a nod. She raised an eyebrow up at the man, wouldn't it be a good thing to have his brother out there? Regardless, she let it go. That was when she saw Aurum had impressed, and she clapped cheerfully before stopping, pursing her lips. Oh, this was going to indeed cause some problems for Delant. A lot of problems for the Hold and the Weyr indeed. "Be happy, L'chlan. It's a hatching. Oh look! That little Queen impressed to..Oh, Syreaka!"
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 8, 2010 22:39:14 GMT -5
The time was passing by quickly in this hatching, and indeed the grounds were crowded with hopeful candidates and hatchlings. The first of the bronzes all but roared out defiance at taking so long to hatch, startling one of the hatchlings into knocking over one of the smaller remaining eggs. Starting yet another domino effect, four more eggs rocked, crashed and the shells shattered apart in a loud explosion of shells. In a heap of dragonette, a green, blue, and brown dragonette began to right themselves, squealing out in frustration. With the swing of one of their tails, they knocked the remaining queen egg on accident. Crack. Crack. Crack. Suddenly, lines began appearing along the Queen's shell in a rippling effect. Not as forceful or climatic as the first queen's hatching, this one took her time before letting the egg shell all but shatter around her, falling down to the ground. Shaking herself out, the red hunger in her whirling eyes was the first thing. She hissed, slowly picking herself out of the shell. Startled, the three that just hatched jumped away, skittering out of the way of the Queen before turning towards the candidates. In what had to be the quickest impression that morning, all three impressed to respective boys and were led off the grounds. The queen stared in frustration, grumbling for a moment as she searched while one of the bronzes began picking his way amongst the candidates. His bearing was regal, taking his time in his search. That was when he stopped, suddenly before a young man as though this man measured up to the wonderful creature that was him. What took you so long, Mine? Were you hiding from me? Really, that was a very silly thing to do.
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Post by Lilacdew on Dec 8, 2010 22:39:48 GMT -5
Cryth Impressed to: Rhiskyraenen Color: Bronze (201500-4532000) Appearance: Cryth is the essence of everything regal in a bronze, scaled down to the pudgy size of a baby. His great head, legs and tail all hint at a very large size when he is older, but for now, the size of his head upon that long neck of his just makes him look pudgy and nearly fat. His large eyes are bright and large, set perfectly in his large skull so that it almost makes him look bug-like, but fortunately he will grow out of that with time. His hide is a rich dark bronze, almost as though made so he could blend in with the forests at night. This dark bronze is highlightened by a lighter brown, as though that's a slight illumination upon an otherwise dark countenance. Regardless of his colors, however, his great claws are cause for the hatchling to commonly trip, and his wings are elongated, as though too long and not quite wide enough just yet to provide him with ample balance. Personality: Intelligent, stubborn, prideful, willfull, gallantCryth is awkward in many ways, from being a hatchling and trying to find his way in the world beside his Rider. A highly intelligent hatchling, he often finds ways to dig into trouble without meaning to, stumbling into it without realizing that there might not be something there, all because he wants to know the why behind whatever it is that he's searching for. Of course, he'll ask questions and plenty of them, however, he's often more apt to trying to find out the answers first for himself before he does it. This requires the rider to keep a close eye on him, due to the fact that he just seems to lack the judgement on where he should or shouldn't step. One day he'll learn to be less prideful, but that day is obviously not right now. Point of fact, Cryth will go on forever, if anyone lets his stubborness do the work for him. He'll ignore his own needs to further his ends, often not telling his rider until he absolutely has to. It requires his rider to be more observant than one might have to, but Cryth just can't seem to learn that it's ok to let someone know when he's hungry or itchy, when an adult dragon knows it might just be wiser to let someone know and move on. Sometimes, he'll just say no on principle. It's not that he doesn't believe what's being told to him, but he has to find some way to make things more fun for him. Throwing adults off like that is part of the game for a hatchling, and if he can take people by surprise, he'll often do it. It's fun, and most people don't expect it from someone as small as he is, so why not? It's not hurting anyone, and if it throws his rider for a loop, than he'll just keep that person on their toes as well. As though redeeming to other more possbly problematic traits, Cryth finds himself to be rather kind. A more hidden trait, he has soft spots for those down and out, and will occasionally bring himself down on his dignity to cheer somebody up. He can be counted on for it at times, somehow displaying a rather gallant nature at surprising times. He's the sort who would rescue someone from a cliff face...if his wings were big enough to carry him there. He's just brave enough to do anything anyone else can do, and if he has a good reason to do it, all the better.
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Post by Fireleaf on Dec 9, 2010 0:36:01 GMT -5
Seldrimme was happy to see the little queen wrap around Syreaka’s legs, truly she was. Something in it also washed her in cold logic, pushing back all the images she had formed in her head, all the colours she had pulled forth. She swallowed down whatever it was she had allowed up and took a deep breath, remembering who she was and that this was all going to be over soon. She remembered that soon she would be back to her Weaving, and told herself that it didn’t sound the least be empty in her mind. She took two steps back, back to where she had been standing to start, and then two more. She justified it, telling herself she was more out of the way here, safer, and allowing another to be in their proper place. She was trembling. Of course you are. You just saw a girl get cut down. Breathe. No more giving way to foolish notions. If you’d gotten any closer to Syreaka’s gold… Her breath caught at that and she spared a glance at the two, Syreaka still looking a bit shocked. Everything seemed to be happening so fast now, impressions, hatchings, and Seldrimme stood watching. She set herself apart now, reminding herself that she was a Crafter, a Weaver. An egg hatched and was impressed in what seemed moments - to the deferential one. It was a bronze. She looked at him again, her eyes taking him in. He was a big man, wasn’t he? She thought of Syreaka and the little gold and stopped herself. It was definitely not the time to reflect on… those sorts of politics. Instead she looked at the shards, at the dragonettes leaving the sands, at Weft again. He wasn’t crooning over the other firelizards now, but looking at her with some distress. She did her best to assure him that she was okay, and looked out over the Sands.
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