Chantrea moved forward. "Excuse me. Pardon." She was right at the edge now, right in front of the babies. She knelt slowly as not to startle them, watching her two blues as they looked at the two. "Hatchings, even flitt hatchings are something, aren't they?" The comment was good natured an made to hte person closest to her on the left. (anyone can respond and interact with her)
She reached for some meat from a bowl quickly before any little babies could complain and held it in her hand, not quite offering it, but attempting to tempt one of the flitters which sat before her. They were still there and had not chosen... so she could still get one if she was lucky enoughl.
Ylara shifted as Chantrea came through, and smiled for her comment, inclining her head. "Indeed they are," she replied lightly, stroking her own little one's neck gently. Chantelaube crooned, shifting slightly in her sleep and rolling onto her side, then wriggling as the motion ended with her wing tucked under her body. Chuckling softly, the Woodrider freed the trapped limb and looked to the Hatching again. It looked like only a few babies were left, but could there possibly be some more eggs hidden in that sand? Or had all Hatched of their own accord already?
"I'm sure you'll find one soon enough. Best a well thought name, don't you think?" Lithena replied, taking the Green from her shoulder. The little one squirmed and found herself falling from the hands, Lithena had lost her grip. The Green landed in her lap and looked up. She let out a confused chirp and for the moment, gave up on her adventuring and opened her mouth to receive more food. Lithena was quick on that, not wanting her new Green to wander off to somewhere else, or someone else, with a quicker hand.
"Well, this one is," Lithena commented to the girl that had just pressed her way to the front. A bit forward, but hey, it was a flitt Haching. One had to be present to Impress. The wee things looked like dragons but they acted nothing like them. "I think that one likes ya," Lithena pointed at the hearth, but with the Green nipping at her other hand for more food it was hard to see which one she was gesturing at.
The delicate White was pleased to see Chantrea come forward and wandered towards the girl. She had food, right? And it was nice food? She was a bit sensitive, but this girl already had two Blues and could certainly figure out how to take care of her too. ...right?
The Grey was a patient soul, but he was still young, and so having waited out the Hatching despite his hunger, his patience was growing thin. Wasn't there someone out there who would suit him? He turned a shoulder to the crowd and exhaled in something like a sigh.
The Midnight, while still sure he was quite something, was mildly impressed by the boy that had just entered. He looked strong and sure of himself. But he had to be sure, so the Midnight hung back and watched for a moment. He took a step forward, and then seeing the food, was unable to hold himself back any longer, even if he did have a few reservations. Food was most important and he jumped onto the food K'rill had and started eating rapidly.
The Sunlance was now rather upset. So many of his siblings had feeders and he didn't. He wanted his own. It wasn't fair. He stomped into the corner of the hearth and curled up. He would give them a moment, and if they didn't shape up, he was leaving.
Two more forms slid into the Dining caverns, having heard of the hatching from their own pretties. An adult Aurora, followed by a female Sunlance, then a Blue and an oddly hued Blue-Purple, soared up to land on the ledge overlooking the hearth itself and crooned down to the hatchlings, the Sunlance-being a mothering soul-creeling questioningly at the male in the corner by himself, who happened to share her own hue.
Her mine, Adelia, padded over curiously, looking over shoulders to see what was going on, if any flitters were left. She wasn't looking to Impress a new one, but wouldn't object to doing so, unlike the girl at her side, who WAS wanting a new baby to coddle and train as she had the Aurora/Blue-Purple pair perched on the hearth. Laria had shifted slightly to accomodate for Theia not being on her shoulder and acting as lookout, turning slightly sideways to see the Hatchlings better.
The Grey, finished with his 30 second sulk, turned back to face the onlookers. He was hungry, for all his self affirmed wisdom he hadn't been very prompt about obtaining the all important foodstuffs. Two new people had arrived, and much to the chagrin of his Sunlance brother they already had firelizards. The Grey however was intrigued. One girl stood out greatly, and seemed to him the best choice. The feeders knew how to feed, they just had to be selected first. So he got himself up, took a deep breath, steeled himself for the next stage in his still too-short life, and took a mighty leap into the crowd towards Laria. He glided, sloppily, but he made it. He let out a noise, not quite a chirp, not quite a squawk, and let his demand for food be known.
K'rill was honestly supervised when the Midnight approached him. It seemed to hang back, and he thought for sure, that it wouldn't come to him. In his mind, he was going to get either the Gray, the Midnight or The Golden one.
As the little firelizzard approached, and began consuming the food K'rill had brought, he bent down ad scooped the little guy up and into his cupped hands. K'rill gave him a good once over as the little Midnight crooned happiness and exuded confidence.
K'rill thought him perfect and a name instantly sprung to his lips. "Hello there, little one, you shall be called Cyrus." He smiled at the little Fiitt and set him gently on his shoulder. He turned to the girls beside him and smiled ever more confidently,"May you two also find your matches here. If you ever wish to seek me out, know that I am called k'rill, rider of the Black Junith." He thought about walking away, but decided against it, and waited to see if they would have any reaction at all to his words.
Neither girl had noticed the Blackrider, for all of his assumed self-importance, and when he spoke after Impressing the Midnight, only the dragon Candidate really paid him any mind, smiling at him and inclining her copper-covered hair. Then the flitlings began moving again, and her attention was drawn back to them.
Adelia squeaked in surprise as the Gray suddenly launched himself, going right by her and ending up close enough to Laria that it was obvious even to the half-blind girl that she had been chosen by the little one as his Mine. His LOUD demand for food only emphasized it, and, chuckling softly to herself, the girl carefully swept him up, cuddling him against her chest, and moved to get some food for him. Theia and Tanzanite chirped and leapt off the hearth ledge, following their Mine and the new baby to the table where she'd seated herself, settling as well and watching the interaction curiously.
Leaning down slightly, Laria nuzzled his head, holding a bit of food JUST out of his reach and causing him to creel angrily at her. "No," she murmured softly. "You've apparently been patient already, having waited all this time to pick a human, but still." He chirred, and she tensed one thigh muscle, which happened to be right under his nose at the time, causing it to bounce slightly, startling him. "No," she reiterated, and he stilled, though his tail twitched. "Good boy," she said gently, and gave him the food, causing him to tilt his head. He was young, and she knew it would take more than a few repetitions before he got the idea of being patient for food, but she also had faith that he WOULD learn.
Theia and Tanzanite crooned, and were given food as well, waiting patiently for their turn, and not fighting over it, each getting their own share, showing their new brother by example what was expected of him from their human. The Aurora then returned to her place on Laria's left shoulder, tail coiling loosely about her neck, and Tanzanite chirped, cocking his head and soaring off the table, winging his way upwards, then diving playfully back down again. The Gray gave him a rather grumpy look, and Laria chuckled. "Grumpy Gus," she murmured, and he inclined his head slightly. "Oh you like that? Which part, the grumpy?" The small head swerved, and she smiled. "Gus it is then," she said lightly, stroking his back.
Last Edit: Aug 25, 2012 23:41:42 GMT -8 by Terayne