Annae stayed where she was and watched the eggs hatch. She couldn't help that her curiosity was piqued by the hatching of a pretty Starlight firelizard. She admired the little flitlet's coloring, her two Blues crooning with curiosity as well at the Starlight. Who would this darling flitlet choose? Sure not herself, Annae thought to herself as she contemplated the people around her.
Two Queen's in this clutch not a one chose her. Figures. She most likely lacked something that Queens liked in their bonded. That thought made her rock back on her heels in thought. She would have to work harder, push herself past her limits to prove she was worthy of a Queen. A Queen would see that she was trying, working hard to do her best. Wouldn't one? She sighed and turned back the firelizard hatching.
Emri and Hrin began to squabble about who the Starlight would pick. "Behave." That one word and the sternness in her voice caught the two Blues by surprise and obeyed. She gave them both a scratch on an eyeridge before putting her full attention on the Hatching. She loved her two Blues very much, but to have a female join their troupe? That would be something different. Wouldn't it?
RMW Melana of Black-Green Aliaroth *|* Honolly of Blue Baneroth (Pending) *|* Annae, Candidate *|* Taiton of Cardinal Yavaresh
Cliff-Side Tarachine, Journeywoman Harper
ISW Se'tk of Ice Epsilith (Pending) *|* Aravire of Aurora F Raeth *|* S'kar of Black Hazed Aurora M Leth *|* Naltaia of White F Imnesath *|* Sharikar, Candidate
Cyan was still feeding her two new flitters when she realized that it might be best if she describe the goings on to Zigbrieth. The realization was coupled with an urge to go outside and talk to him in person, but Dawn and Breaker were very interested in food, so it was easier to ignore the idea. So as she feed them, she started to relate to the Blue what had happened so far. He listened to about half of her story, right up to where she got the two firelizards before interrupting her.
Two. Good, good. Then we train them both, get them to work together. Two flitters was within his estimations.
What do you mean?
They can fetch little things when you need them. Now you we won’t be caught without some things when we need to help out.
Oh. Cyan looked down at Dawn and Breaker, having a half a moment to pet them again before they looked to her for food again. I thought they would just be nice to have around. More accurately, she hadn’t been really thinking about getting one, she went very much with the flow. She didn’t plan. But Zigbrieth had been.
They can be nice around while being useful. Useful is nice. They are unpleasant otherwise. Cyan’s face betrayed shock at the Blue’s view but she smoothed out and looked cheerful again.
Well, they ARE nice now. Nice isn’t always useful.
Zigbrieth mentally dismissed the notion and left Cyan to her firelizards. He’d see that she came around. She hardly ever could do things he didn’t like. However he let her describe the other firelizards that had hatched, though he personally felt that the two were fine. Didn’t need more than two. Cyan, of course, wasn’t thinking in those terms. She was thinking how lovely they all looked. The two excellent Blues, the elegant Starlight, and the playful Cloud. As she went on to say who she thought matched them, she never once mentioned herself. As usual, she was content with her lot. Zigbrieth half heard all of it, merely contemplating his next step. And the next step for Cyan too.
The Starlight saw the other girl with the two Blues with her. A good group. They would keep her entertained, but they would respect her as well. She made her way carefully between legs and around feet to end up by Annae, chirping.
The Midnight met one girl's eyes. The only girl who noticed him. Yes. That would be good. She stepped out of the shadows and into the light from the fire, not noticing the reactions of other people. He went to Laria and climbed on her shoe. He tilted his head and looked at her, silently observing the girl.
The two Blues and the Cloud didn't seem interested in finding a person, as they kept playing around on the hearth. They'd changed it to a game of hide-and-seek, taking turns hiding behind unhatched eggs and searching for the others.
The egg the Cloud was hiding behind started rocking, startling the large-winged flitlet. He jumped back, and the egg before him cracked. A shard fell where he had just been standing, and a Citrine revealed herself to the world. She looked at her Cloud brother, who was still stunned with one forepaw in the air, and nodded before turning to the people gathered. The littlest one was too young, and was soon dismissed.
Tera watched with a smile as the three playful Flitlets were more interested in each other than finding a person. They were entertaining, that was for sure.
The girl, in her turn, observed him, and again her bright brow rose as he came to her. She silently admitted she wasn't seeking another male, her two were a handful, and she wasn't entirely sure if the Midnight would be able to control them. Theia chirped at her and nuzzled her neck, and Tanzanite chirred to the Midnight, clambering down her pant leg, causing her to grimace, but hold still as the Blue-Purple male greeted the youngling. On her other shoulder, Gus was only half paying attention to the Hatching, the rest of his attention now on the little one down by his Mine's feet. After a moment, Laria made her decision, and leaned down, offering food to the flitlet quietly. She could always get a high rank later, should there be none in the Clutch interested in her, she thought. For now, she would obey the whims of Fate and bring this little one into her fair.
D'rian was quiet as he watched the girl, Laria, grow her fair. She was a fire-lizard trainer, he thought, so it wasn't a surprise she'd gotten another one. What DID surprise him was the Starlight's choice not to go to her, where she'd have plenty of male attention, but instead to a young woman he'd not seen before. She didn't appear to have any flits other than a pair of rambunctious Blues, but then, Blues were fun to have around sometimes. He chuckled softly as Cypress nudged him, and looked down at a huge yawn from Lily. "Alright dearlings, let's go," he said gently to the pair, rising slowly so as not to startle his young Queen and making his way outside.
In the shadows, a large form was watching curiously, pale blue eyes intent on the scene. Head cocked slightly, causing golden locks to briefly glimmer, then they fell into shadow and stillness once more. Terran had been unable to sleep, so had come into the kitchen looking for some form of entertainment. Well, a flitter Hatching was certainly that! he thought with amusement, moving a little closer and seating himself, wondering what remained in the UnHatched eggs.
The Citrine found Hers quickly, and the pair soon left to take care of other things. The two Blues and the Cloud were still playing together, but they appeared to be getting tired. It was only a matter of time before they started looking at the gathered people.
Of the seventeen that had started in the Clutch, four remained UnHatched, while three were unImpressed. What did the last four eggs hold? Only time would tell.
One of the four remaining eggs decided it was time to emerge into the world, and chirping could be heard from the egg. The chirping was insistant and the playing Flitlets turned to look. The chirping stopped, but the scratching and rocking picked up. Soon enough, the flitlet within the egg revealed himself. A purple body, with the wing membraines a lovely blue color, he was on the larger end of his Purple-Blue body. He looked around, taking stock of his surroundings before turning to his playful Clutchbrothers. The Purple-Blue, larger even than the bigger of the two Blues, jumped in on the playing. However, the playful mood lasted only a few moments longer.
The Purple-Blue had tackled the smaller Blue, causing him to shriek and attempt to squirm away. The Purple-Blue, realizing what he had done, stepped back quickly, eyes swirling grey. The larger blue went to the smaller one, eyes swirling red when he glared at the Purple-Blue. The smaller Blue was physically unharmed, but had a slight limp to his gait now. The pair of Blues turned to the gathered people, looking for someone. Either the same person or different ones, still time could only tell.
Sunvoiath was not happy, and not for the first time she wished she hadn't even told Rekkora about the firelizard hatching that was taking place. Her blasted rider had first gone to make sure that she looked quite lovely before seeking out the event, intent on getting herself a firelizard. Her sister Korvalia had written her telling her of her own little black and more than once she'd seen that the little things could be quite useful as well as being rather adorable accessories.
Dressed in green gown, the skirt split up either side to her hips to expose a pair of black pants, Rekkora slipped into the kitchen, picking her way through the crowd, some of which actively avoided touching the girl, before finally stopping when she caught a glimpse of just how far along the hatching was. Her pretty little face scrunched up with annoyance as she looked around her at all the firelizards already claimed. Several of them were quite lovely and would have gone perfectly with her complexion as well as much of her wardrobe and would not have clashed with Sunvoiath's hide.
There were four eggs remaining and from one of them emerged a little purple-blue. Rekkora wrinkled her nose. Purple was certainly not her best color; she preferred colors like green and gold and the occasional pale blue. She watched as the purple-blue pounced on one of the blues milling about and injured it, taking a step back. She accidentally bumped into a young man and turning on her charm, batted her lashes and giggled as she apologized though her simpering look crumbled when the man smirked and took her hand, turned it over and deposited something warm and squishy in it. Startled, she let out a squeak then looked down to see bloody juice dripping through her fingers. Quickly holding it away from her gown she gave him a smile and turned back towards the clutch though turned her attention to the remaining three eggs. Yes, she was late, but she was important and beautiful so surely there was something in there for her.
The Purple-Blue chirped to his Blue brothers, eyes swirling grey. They ignored him and continued looking around at the gathered people.
The Cloud looked between the other Hatchlings, confused. Then a yawn escaped his maw, and he too decided to look for His.
Another egg began to rock and shake, but only slightly.
Tera watched the Hatchlings as they began to look for Theirs. She wondered if she'd Impress another, feeling the curiosity from Picosith as she shared the images with the Wood dragoness. Picosith went into a contemplative state, musing over the colors of the Purple-Blue Flitlet. Tera smiled, and Rain chirped at the Hatchling Flitlets.
Kokoro watched, Dusk now asleep in her arms. She felt the curiosity from Angeth, and decided it was time to return to her dragoness. Whites never did Rise to mate, so Kokoro knew she wouldn't have to worry about that. She softly made her way out of the kitchens and back toward her Mindmate.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jun 23, 2013 18:17:49 GMT -8
"Excuse me. Excuse me please."
Talira loved firelizards. She'd loved them her whole life, and having two of her own just made her love them the more. Of course, she was also a hyperactive child who had no problem chasing firelizards around in some odd variant of tag, but what did that matter? Weaving through the people, she came to a stop, beaming at the eggs and hatchlings.
"Oh wow, look at that one," she whispered to Moril, who was, improbably, still perched on her shoulder. "He's pretty." Her gaze was temporarily arrested by the Purple-Blue, but she kept a corner of her eye on the eggs.
Firelizards were hatching, firelizards were hatching and her brother was interested. It was made painfully obvious by the way he kept glancing over at the things, a wistful desire on his face. Not to mention how he kept glancing over at them, as if he was hoping that one would come over and bond to him despite the good amount of distance between the siblings and the creatures. It was enough to not only greatly annoy Garna but also make her feel slightly nauseated. She did not want a thread, she did not want her brother to have a flit. She viewed him as something similar to a child, if he got one she would most likely end up taking care of it.
But he had been rather loyal lately, maybe it wouldn't hurt to let him have this. So without even looking up from where she was fiddling with her nails she said, "fine, go try and get one."
A wide grin crossed Ragnar's face at his sister's words. He didn't stop and try to say anything. Instead he chose to spring into action. The tall candidate grabbed his sister by the wrist and quite literally dragged her over to the hatching. Anger immediately flared inside her at this. Did he forget how this relationship worked? She was above him, he did not push her around. Sure she knew that he was just doing it to try and get her something nice. That didn't do anything to change the anger that she felt. But before anything could be said a drudge stuffed meat into their hands, leaving her up for grab by the hatchlings.
Post by summerrain on Jun 24, 2013 18:14:09 GMT -8
The Cloud yawned again and made his way toward the first person he saw, which happened to be Talira. He chirped at the girl, noting the flit on her shoulder.
The larger Blue and his small brother escaped into the shadows, the smaller one bumping into Terran as he attempted to run, stumbling over his paws and falling. The larger Blue looked back, then flared his wings, attempting to fly. There was only one obvious explanation. The Blue had not found a person he wanted, and was now Wild. He escaped out the door and through the halls, managing to get outside without being attacked by anything.
The Purple-Blue looked around at the remaining three eggs, suddenly alone. He saw a girl and boy approach, really a young woman and man, and watched them curiously. He was startled by a nearby egg suddenly rocking and cracking, small shards slowly falling to the hearth.
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Terran started as the little Blue knocked into him, and immediately reached to set him aright, watching his brother warily, leery of a possible attack by the little one. None such came, and he found the Hatchling gnawing on a piece of Meatroll he'd forgotten was in his hand when he reached down. Chuckling softly, he slid his hand underneath the little male and picked him up, settling him in his lap and continuing to feed him, sensing the Bond beginning to form, fragile as a thread, but still there...
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jun 27, 2013 19:15:09 GMT -8
Talira was staring around at all the pretty Hatchlings when a chirp overhead distracted her. Glancing up, she saw a small Cloud gazing at her.
"Are you hungry, silly?" she asked, reaching up towards him with a piece of meat in her hands.
Lyasora abruptly took to the air, snatching at the piece of meat that Talira held towards the Cloud.
"Lyasora! You greedy porcine! You ate ten meat pies already!"
The Pink ignored Talira, intent of snagging the meat before the interloper. Unfortunately, for her, Talira had, perforce, learned how to deal with a gluttonous firelizard. The young girl quickly distracted the Pink with a bundle of red strings (which Lyasora always thought was meat) and while the Pink was distracted, Talira managed to give the Cloud some food.
"I'll have to figure out what to name you," Talira mused to the Cloud. Her Cloud now.
Rekkora watched as the two blues took off and quickly stepped aside, bumping into a young man who had just hauled a young woman with him; the two looked enough alike to be siblings and the girl looked about as pleased to be here as Sunvoiath was for her to be here. Flashing her pretty smile, she held her own dripping hand carefully out in front of her. "Sorry, didn't want to get in the way."
When a girl across the way let out an exclamation, Rekkora frowned and glanced over to look only to find the girl fighting with a pink and tossing a rather questionable bundle of something away from her before feeding a little cloud. A quick look back at the clutch revealed that the purple blue remained and while he was beautiful she really didn't think he would match the clothing she had to wear, nor would he look good with her Abyss and so she quickly put him from her mind and focused on the three remaining eggs as one of them crumbled.
Someone bumping into him came as quite a surprise, a surprise that managed to make Ragnar flinch. The candidate then whirled around, expecting... well he didn't know what he was expecting. With how much time he spent around Garna a good part of him expected that he was about to have to get in a fight with someone that recognized him as her brother/cronie and wanted to teach him a lesson. But no, instead he saw a girl, and a very polite girl at that. A smile crossed her face as she held out her hand and he shook it. "It's fine," he responded. "I'm Ragnar, Ragnar Bendenborn."
Meanwhile Garna has noticed the girl that had bumped into her brother and was watching with narrowed eyes, taking in every aspect about her. Then she noticed something that made her jump into action. Without a word she reached forward and grabbed her brother's shoulder, yanking him back and away from the girl. While Ragnar had completely failed to notice her knots that was not the case for Garna. After all, knots were the best warning sign you could ask for. Thrusting herself in between Rekkora and her brother she snarled, "what do you want, abyss freak?"
Terran had taken note of the Abyss Weyrling-he'd seen her around enough to know her by sight now, as most did- and the pair she was with. He had been working on continuing to feed his little one, but the snarled insult had one golden brow rising. He debated standing and moving towards them, then shook his head. If she was a true Queenrider, she'd have to learn to thicken her skin, especially about her dragoness. He honestly felt that the dragon was quite beautiful, and, for all of her faults, deserved at least a measure of respect. After all, the DRAGONS gave it to her. Why were humans always so narrow-minded?