Post by Jay Kitten on Jul 16, 2013 11:05:04 GMT -8
By now, the Sands had been mostly cleaned of the devastation, and the eggs were the center of attention as all dragons whom had alighted on the sills of the ledges above were humming louder by the minute. Among them were the hermit K'cin's Dream, Lttryath, and Felora's Blue, Shioroth. The two old dragons were encouraging the Hatchlings vigorously, Shioroth's booming vocals echoing from where he stood quite well. The Ice Queen finally stepped back and away from her babies, though her eye was watchful, and she soon joined in on the humming full-time.
The eggs, however, continued to dance and throb with the music of the dragon's song, shaking about in their little group as they wibbled and wobbled and pitched or rolled... The largest egg, in the middle, still continued just to twitch ever so often, however. The cracks in the green egg were starting to lengthen, a bulge forming and then dissipating as though the dragonet inside were pushing upward at the weak spot. It thumped at the inside, forcing a break to finally form, though some moment of hesitation caused it to stop just shy of showing itself to the audience.
The egg with the yellow tail rolled about now, sand caking onto the wet thing, it's glistening hide seemed still to be too stuck to be able to get it's balance quite right. Some of those in the Stands murmured about it, wondering if it was smart enough to ever get out of there. Most of the time when something like that happened, they would say, it usually ended quickly enough, but now it was dragging on as the dragonet still struggled to get free. More cracks formed on the bottom of it's eggshell, however they didn't seem to be lucrative enough for it to get out.
But, nearby, one egg was starting to form a nice, large crack in it, the tiny little white egg, it's shell fragile and easily ruptured. Hairlines wrinkled all about it's smooth surface, until roughly one half of the egg was covered in them, and a claw broke the surface, retracting and scraping again through another small section, though it was still impossible to tell the color of it's hide. Oh, the suspense was growing!
The two icy blue eggs continued to bump one another, rolling about in their tireless dance to be free of their shells. Still slowly rocking it's way away from them, was the spotted egg, now rolling back around toward the Candidates at a rather impressive rate. The dragonet inside seemed determined enough that it must be thrashing about rather roughly to cause such a violent amount of movement, though it looked as though for now it's shell would hold, but one particular break on the bottom could be seen whenever it flipped over.
The Candidates who remained were being held in emotional suspense, some biting their nails or trying hard not to pace the Sands. One or two seemed confident, and held their ground now that the Ice was away from them, though those smaller children who had been crying were still in tears at the thought of being here now. It wasn't for them, seeing death like that and then being forced to partake in one of the many fruits of Weyr life, the contrast proved too much.
The cloudy blue egg continued it's strange behavior, shaking for a moment, then ceasing for a longer period of time, before it quivered again. Gradually, the time in between it's shakes was starting to lessen, and soon enough it was only about a minute in between each rock of it's delicate frame.
Off to the side, though, something finally happened, tearing away the suspense as a nose finally broke out of the deep, forest-green shell of the outgoing egg that had rolled away first, and it poked and poked until it's little head was halfway out.
A bright Purple[/color] face wriggled it's way out of the shell, and suddenly found itself off-balance, creeling in dismay as his egg wobbled forward and caused him to get a face-full of sand. But as if in challenge to that, he quickly overcame the weakspot in his shell, crawling out of a nice big hole he made, leaving the shell mostly in tact save for one of the pieces that had broken when his nose had poked through, which now rest on the end of it precariously. He wiggled his head side to side, his small, bright royal purple frame shaking as he did so, dripping the liquid from the inside of his egg onto the Sands. And, looking up, he saw his mother, who stopped in her humming in time to croon encouragement to him, his small head turning with those big, empty grey eyes toward the Candidates nearby. He seemed excited momentarily, and then ran towards them, before he suddenly veered off to the side, running towards the Stands, then veered off again, running back towards the clutch. This pattern continued, until it was pretty obvious that just about everything was exciting him, and he ended up simply enjoying running in circles two or three times... Then four... Five... Six... In fact, most of the Candidates lost count, and a couple of Riders in the Stands made comments about starting to feel dizzy.
Whatever the Purple's case, he seemed content to wait for his siblings.
The eggs, however, continued to dance and throb with the music of the dragon's song, shaking about in their little group as they wibbled and wobbled and pitched or rolled... The largest egg, in the middle, still continued just to twitch ever so often, however. The cracks in the green egg were starting to lengthen, a bulge forming and then dissipating as though the dragonet inside were pushing upward at the weak spot. It thumped at the inside, forcing a break to finally form, though some moment of hesitation caused it to stop just shy of showing itself to the audience.
The egg with the yellow tail rolled about now, sand caking onto the wet thing, it's glistening hide seemed still to be too stuck to be able to get it's balance quite right. Some of those in the Stands murmured about it, wondering if it was smart enough to ever get out of there. Most of the time when something like that happened, they would say, it usually ended quickly enough, but now it was dragging on as the dragonet still struggled to get free. More cracks formed on the bottom of it's eggshell, however they didn't seem to be lucrative enough for it to get out.
But, nearby, one egg was starting to form a nice, large crack in it, the tiny little white egg, it's shell fragile and easily ruptured. Hairlines wrinkled all about it's smooth surface, until roughly one half of the egg was covered in them, and a claw broke the surface, retracting and scraping again through another small section, though it was still impossible to tell the color of it's hide. Oh, the suspense was growing!
The two icy blue eggs continued to bump one another, rolling about in their tireless dance to be free of their shells. Still slowly rocking it's way away from them, was the spotted egg, now rolling back around toward the Candidates at a rather impressive rate. The dragonet inside seemed determined enough that it must be thrashing about rather roughly to cause such a violent amount of movement, though it looked as though for now it's shell would hold, but one particular break on the bottom could be seen whenever it flipped over.
The Candidates who remained were being held in emotional suspense, some biting their nails or trying hard not to pace the Sands. One or two seemed confident, and held their ground now that the Ice was away from them, though those smaller children who had been crying were still in tears at the thought of being here now. It wasn't for them, seeing death like that and then being forced to partake in one of the many fruits of Weyr life, the contrast proved too much.
The cloudy blue egg continued it's strange behavior, shaking for a moment, then ceasing for a longer period of time, before it quivered again. Gradually, the time in between it's shakes was starting to lessen, and soon enough it was only about a minute in between each rock of it's delicate frame.
Off to the side, though, something finally happened, tearing away the suspense as a nose finally broke out of the deep, forest-green shell of the outgoing egg that had rolled away first, and it poked and poked until it's little head was halfway out.
A bright Purple[/color] face wriggled it's way out of the shell, and suddenly found itself off-balance, creeling in dismay as his egg wobbled forward and caused him to get a face-full of sand. But as if in challenge to that, he quickly overcame the weakspot in his shell, crawling out of a nice big hole he made, leaving the shell mostly in tact save for one of the pieces that had broken when his nose had poked through, which now rest on the end of it precariously. He wiggled his head side to side, his small, bright royal purple frame shaking as he did so, dripping the liquid from the inside of his egg onto the Sands. And, looking up, he saw his mother, who stopped in her humming in time to croon encouragement to him, his small head turning with those big, empty grey eyes toward the Candidates nearby. He seemed excited momentarily, and then ran towards them, before he suddenly veered off to the side, running towards the Stands, then veered off again, running back towards the clutch. This pattern continued, until it was pretty obvious that just about everything was exciting him, and he ended up simply enjoying running in circles two or three times... Then four... Five... Six... In fact, most of the Candidates lost count, and a couple of Riders in the Stands made comments about starting to feel dizzy.
Whatever the Purple's case, he seemed content to wait for his siblings.
