Archith's 2nd; Rules Made to be Broken [E]

[Kaya]

Archith watched the offending boy go. She glared at him the entire trip off the Sands and only then turned to lighten her expression at seeing her Moonlight daughter already Impressed. She had her attention called back by Saddyris, who was still trespassing on her Sands, no matter her intentions. Young one, this is a matter for another time. No matter what he meant he has disrespected me and my Weyr, and you are trespassing on my Sands. Come find me another time, and we shall talk then. The Queen looked back up to see her Moonlight daughter leaving with Hers, and though she was still greatly troubled she smiled to see them well and together. Movement in the corner of the Queen’s eye caught her attention and she turned to see the Brown near the boys flinch.

The watched dragonet had jerked suddenly down, but not for reasons people feared. He had finally been able to release a great, draconic sneeze. Something goopy got on Dandzeal’s foot. The Brown looked up at him and blinked to try and orient himself. It wasn’t working very well, because he just sneezed again. He ducked away from the confusing boy and swerved around him to keep from getting more of the unpleasant stuff coming from his nose on the poor, kind soul. He had spent a long time wondering, even hoping, that the hopeful boy might be his, but after thorough examination and several false starts to sneezes that left him frozen, the Brown knew his Rider was to be found elsewhere. In fact, it was the boy he let a great sneeze loose upon. His first word to his new lifemate was “Sorry”.

Looking over at this scene was the DarkBlue. He had paused his search to watch the Brown cover unsuspecting boys with something…unappealing. He wondered what had drawn the Brown’s attention for so long and trotted over to examine Dandzeal. D’zeal…Elmtoth would advise getting whatever that is off of you. And I think it would be best if we both got something to eat and cleaned all the way up. I’m hungry, and I have sand in my toes. he said with displeasure. He did not like the feeling of sand and was quite ready to go and have a clean start at, well, whatever came next.

The little Green was still wrapped around the quiet egg. Though there had been much hurt on the Sands that day, this plight particularly saddened her. She startled to a hot breath behind her and glanced to see the large head of her mother craned around to watch her. I shall watch over this one, dear heart. Go now and be at peace, the Gold commanded in a gentle and subdued voice. The Green was reluctant to go and unwound slowly from the egg, Archith watching and giving direction to go on when it was needed. So finally the Green made her way towards her new life, and Archith smiled to see her finally leave the Sands. It did not take long for a brave Grey to see past his hazy pain and make it off the Sands. The healers saw to him at once, and though he would recover greatly, the deep wounds to his snout and neck would surely scar.

The Dream and Midnight were the only ones remaining, not counting the quiet egg that sat beside the Queen. She had a feeling deep inside that only two of her children remained on the Sands that day, but Archith felt compelled to watch the egg and the place where such sorrow had darkened her joy that day. She would wait with the egg for three days yet before letting it go, her vigil, mourning, and reflection complete. The Weyr would become a bright place again, full of energy and life, in the eyes of the Gold. She would know more fully the place of time as the great healer of wounds.

The quiet echo, the shadowy blue and black dragonet was ready to go. He had spent long enough observing. He saw now, in the quiet moment, it was time to leave. He picked out his Rider and they shared a feeling of relief, a lightening of their hearts and the tension that had hung over them this mixed day.

Then it was only the Dream that the whole crowd watched, and she reveled in it, taking in all the sounds the musical and noisy alike, the memories sweet and bitter, the feelings of importance and smallness. She was the last in an epic story, the first of many she would seek to live through in the uncountable days ahead. And all would see how her story truly and finally began. Her moment would be remembered, as it well should be. All these things were swirling in the swirled dragonet’s mind and she approached the scant remaining Candidates. She had known, but she knew timing mattered, and so she had waited. In a lyrical voice she chose: I am arrived: your Scendath, Adelia my heart.

A sense of finish washed over Archith and she looked over the Sands again as she watched the last weyrlings leave and the crowd cheer one last time. They were paired, and they would be safe now. She and her Weyr would do all they could and more to ensure their wellbeing. The difficult day was over, the long wait done. She was exhausted, but she was pleased. All welcome the newest members of our Weyr! she called to all the dragons perched around the Sands. They answered her with bugles and trumpets of welcome for the younglings. The future was uncertain, as it very often was for their Weyr, but they would take this challenge like all the others. They would hold their heads high and soar into the future with everything they had.


DarkBlue (m)[/color]
Name: Elmtoth (elm-toth) [ɛlmtaθ]
Hex color: 000c53
Adult size: 31 feet
About: Elmtoth has a passion for current events. He finds the political sphere fascinating and wants to be involved. He has faith in his ability to contribute and will put his opinions on display for anyone to see. All the while, he is able to respect most differences, and keeps quiet about the ones that bother him. His Rider will hear about his qualms in private. His quieter, level DarkBlue nature gives him the instinct to speak up to gain support or listen and nod to avoid a fight. He has a great amount of cool charisma but doesn't enjoy speaking to more than a few others at once, if that many. He has the capacity to become a great advisor should he pursue this passion.

Dre[/color]am (f) [/color]
Name: Scendath (sin-dath) [sɪndæθ]
Hex color: #33338d/#87879a
Adult size: 28 feet
About: Scendath has a deep love of folklore. She loves to hear it and retell it and often embellishes not only her stories but also real life (which could be called lying at times). An articulate and well-spoken dragon, she has an open social nature, for she needs cohorts as well as listeners. Scendath has a great love of excitement and will go looking for it, not always in the best ways, on quieter days.

[catsavage-Z]

It had all been very insane really and Sanderon did not know what to make of it all. Before he knew it, all the hatchlings upon the sands had chosen their lifemates. Even a few of those close by to him were chosen. He could see their shock, surprise and joy. Perhaps even some adoration and complete devotion could be seen upon their faces as well. It made Sanderon think that perhaps this had been a very good hatching after all, despite the upsets and heartbreaks.

As Sanderon stood, seemingly alone upon the sands, he turned his attention once more to the eggs and realized there was only one. And it was not moving. Was it over now? Was he suppose to leave the sands now? Perhaps those not wanted were expected to clean the shells up from the sand now and get it all clean for next time?

Whatever he was or was not expected to do, he knew only one thing...he should not have gotten out of his infirmary bed. Especially now that he had been knocked down, he was not in the best of shape and had an exceedingly hard time keeping the pain away from his expression and countenance.

Done or not done...Sanderon turned and began to walk slowly off the sands.

[Cait]

Saddyris remained in her double over position as Archith replied, the voice grating against her mind in a way she was entirely unaccustomed to. The words, however, were diplomatic and fair and before too much more trouble could be caused, the young woman took several steps back, still bent over then turned and straightened. She paused only briefly to clap a hand over Sanderon’s shoulder before her expression turned stormy and she stalked off the Sands in the wake of her wayward cousin.

“I swear…” Of course none knew exactly what she would swear and the second she exited the Sands, Poica appeared though made no attempt to land. Her mistress’ agitation was apparent in the whirling of her eyes. There was going to be a rumble in the jungle before long, that much was certain.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K'tar had been watching the Hatching with something more than merely akin to horror. Everything that was happening seemed to be going wrong. Dragonets dying, dragonets attacking each other, the youth was completely bewildered. This was so different from the Hatching where he'd met Viarth, different from the Aurora's Hatching that had followed. There was no comparison, and it seemed like there was no way that anything good could come out of it, only...

K'tar straightened up in his seat, his eyes locked on the scene below. The fight/argument between Dyranor and some of the Candidates was just breaking up, and Chantrea was walking away, followed by a Moonlight dragonet. Two seconds later, K'tar realized that he was still cheering.
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Headaches were a miserable thing to have on celebration days. Particularly those headaches that, as one's dragon was fond of pointing out, could have been avoided had one consumed a little less in the way of drinks the night before. Not that it was a major headache, but, given the insanity that had commenced early into the Hatching and hadn't let up since...

...and to think, I was proud of us winning. This is definitely not something I would have expected. Even as he completed the thought, T'kar thumped Ancalanath with an elbow, silencing the growl which was, once again, accompanying the tail twitching by which the great Flame was relieving stress. Not that he didn't feel like growling himself. Given the way the kid, Dyranor, had been acting, it was impossible to believe that anyone would have picked the guy for a diplomat.

Ancalanath turned his head and lowered it slightly, so that he could let T'kar know, by means of a slowly spinning eye, that getting thumped was not appreciated. At the same time, he was glad that T'kar had reminded him not to cause a scene. Especially since the dragonets, Candidates, and spectators hardly needed any help in that department.

With a heavy sigh that echoed his rider's, Ancalanath gave his attention to Archith, still and forever his golden Sun, for a moment, before adding his bugle of welcome to the others.

Forewarned, T'kar hadn't jumped when Ancalanath bugled from right next to him, but it was a close thing. Catching Rilora's eye (or at least trying to) he smiled a bit ruefully, rubbing the ear closest to Ancalanath. The Hatching might well be over, but it would take some time to deal with everything; this was one of the most violent Hatchings that T'kar had ever seen.
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Mobrey had made it out in time to see the finale, but only barely. What was his sister doing on the sands, and from the attitude of the Queen...

"What were you doing?" Mobrey asked, edging closer to his sister as she left the Sands. "deliberately trying to annoy a dragon?"

[Cait]

Saddyris glanced over at Mobrey as he skittered up beside her. She barely glanced at him as her hands clenched into fists at her side. She drew in a deep breath and then let it hiss slowly through her teeth as a means to calm herself. It was Dyranor that needed the abuse not Mobrey. When she felt like she could speak without screaming she finally answered though her words were clipped.

"Oh, not me...Dyranor though I imagine I've been lumped in with him. I'm going to skin him alive and send him back to Uncle Dyrmar in a whimpering puddle. I never should have convinced Grandfather to let him come!" By the end she was worked up despite her attempts to remain outwardly calm. "He could have been killed!"

And there was part of it. Dyranor could have very easily been dismembered by Archith with a thought or even a sneeze. One of the crazed hatchlings could have disemboweled him. But now not only was he alive and no doubt pitching a fit, but Saddyris had the mother of all groveling expeditions set out before her.

[Terayne]

It had been a long and tiring day so far, and yet it was not yet over. Adelia stood, taking in deep breaths as she struggled against the feelings of pain, of regret and loss that had been brought about by this Hatching. A day of bloodshed, of death and lives beginning only to end. Shaking her head, the girl seriously considered leaving the Sands before the last dragonets Impressed, not wanting to see or experience anymore of the potential for those emotions in turmoil within her. However, a glance upwards at the dragons of her family, Silver, Brown and Green, steeled her resolve, and she stiffened her spine, determined to wait it out to the end.

That little part of her that wanted so desperately to be a SilverRider like Terayne whispered for her to leave, that her dragon was not here, could not be here with the Queen egg Hatched and gone, but she ignored it, though it still slipped through, and she eyed the approaching Dream with a sense of unsurety, hoping she'd turn aside and go to another. But no... At first, Adelia was reluctant to meet her gaze, knowing in her heart of hearts once she had that her dream was gone forever, but a soft hiss from just above her, in a voice she was more than familiar with, made her jump and look up in startled surprise. Aurorath was GLARING at her, something that Silver just didn't do, and Terayne made an impatient hand gesture.

Prodded by the Queenpair, and by the mental nudge she could feel as the Dream tried to get to her mind, she hesitated a moment longer, then sighed and reluctantly looked down.

And then forgot why she'd been so reluctant as she was pulled in by rainbows of color.

I am arrived: your Scendath, Adelia my heart.

The voice, lyrical and soft, whispered through her mind, and she bit back a smile. The statement was just shy of arrogant, making Scendath sound like she was trying to be the Queen she most assuredly was not, and she dropped to one knee, gently touching the now dry hide, dark navy swirled with soft grays and silvers. "You've been here since the beginning. Why did you wait so long?" she murmured, and Scendath cocked her head, looking at her with a sense of amusement in her mind that Adelia could feel. "Surely not your Abyss sister. She's been gone some time."

That is just it Mine, the Dream replied lightly, her tail twitching with the amusement still in her mind, though Adelia could feel hunger shimmering along the edges of it. Timing is important in all the greatest stories. And our's will be a great story, told by all! Her tail lashed as she grew excited, and Adlelia laughed softly, hugging her, then rose and nudged her gently.

"Let's get you fed darling. You have GOT to be starving after that wait." The little dragoness didn't argue, and the pair left the Sands to Archith's announcement, Adelia and Scendath both jumping a bit at the Gold's bugle.

Above them, Terayne relaxed, then smiled wryly as she turned to her Silver, who eyed her with adoring amusement. You are happy for her, and yet sad as well. Why Mine? the Queen inquired curiously, even as she moved to let her mount, watching as K'yne and Lorifelth led the others outside to greet Adelia's Dream.

She wanted to be a SilverRider so badly, my love. It was her greatest dream. And I sincerely hoped she would see it out, the woman replied as Aurorath opened shimmering wings and took to the air, several smaller dragons moving respectfully out of her way so she could exit the Cavern.

Scendath may not be a Silver, Mine. But she is Adelia's. And Adelia is Scendath's. And that, in the end, is all that matters. The simple statement made Terayne smile, and she patted the soft hide as the Queen angled her flight, seeing the flaming copper hair of her great-grand-daughter, soaring down to gently settle, kicking up remarkably little dust for all of her great size. She then brought her head around and crooned a gentle greeting to the Hatchling Dream, who had, despite her bravery shown earlier, hidden behind her Mine's legs as the elder dragons landed around her.

Adelia didn't blame her, for even though she KNEW these dragons, had her whole life, the sight of two Browns and a Green, and then a Silver Queen, settling about could easily intimidate one as small as Scendath still was. The Dream peeked around her legs once Aurorath had made her soft noise, and cheeped a hesitant greeting back, looking at all the adults a little nervously. It's alright Mine, Adelia soothed her, reaching back to gently stroke her headknobs and encourage her out from her hiding place. By this time her mother and the others had dismounted, and were watching quietly, waiting for that moment when the Dream had accepted their presence and they could properly congratulate their family member.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Mobrey had no trouble interpreting his sister's body language, and even if he had, it would not have been difficult to understand her tone. He surreptitiously glanced around, although he wasn't sure if warning Dyranor would do much good at all, surely Dyranor was already aware that he was in MAJOR TROUBLE. That conclusion was, at least in Mobrey's opinion, supported by the fact that Dyranor was not nearby, although, it was Dyranor, so one couldn't be certain.

Mobrey hesitated for a moment, caution of experience warring with curiosity, then asked: "So, what'd he do?" It wasn't possibly the wisest thing he could have done, to remind Saddyris of whatever had happened, but he really was curious about it. After all, the ground and facial expressions... Mobrey would have sooner associated with a fight than a joyous occasion like a Hatching.

[Shoki]

D'ziel turned to look at Elora for e moment after she spoke, though she seemed more interested in what was going on with the dragonets. Pounce, though not used to the human looked right at home in the woman's arms, and he rather suspected Elora to be the type that would like felines. They were idle observations, more overshadowed by organizing thoughts directed toward his brother.

"I suppose. He seems more like my best friend then my brother sometimes." He turned back to the sands just in time to see Dan get sneezed on, which meant he had to stifle his humor. D'ziel was just longing for something funny, after all the things that had happened, but he had to quench his humor, since he didn't want to get caught laughing at Dan, especially after everything. However, soon enough there was a reason for him to smile in earnest. Watching from a little distance had been the Darkblue, who had not chosen to move until after the Brown left and walked right up to Dan. D'ziel knew that look. He didn't quite have the presence of mind to warn Elora, and stood up and started to cheer.

"Congrats Dan!" D'ziel cheered for quite a while before finally settling down, into his seat, then realized he had kinda gotten loud. "Uh, sorry about the noise, I'm a bit excited." He looked pleased even so, as he felt a warm feeling through his bond with Hocteth.

We must go congratulate them. Ah, trust the Moonlight to be very proper about the whole thing. Still, there was nothing false about it, Hocteth was happy to have Dan impressed too. Dal sent a warm feeling back, impossible that he could not be happy. The hatching wrapped up soon afterward, a lone egg remaining. Looked like that was the end anyway. Sad, but it happened, as he heard.

"Well, that certainly was a crazy one. I'm afraid I have to dash and chat with Dan real quick, so unless you wanna come with I'll see you later." D'ziel was rather eager to get going. He never did well sitting down in one place for too long anyway.