75.09.02 Vitalis {Orikaeth's Hatching}

[Simile]

The day had yet to truly begin. Rukbat only just graced the skies with the slightest blush of color. It had rained the night before - a warm hot and sticky rain that left the air full of humidity, which made the already hot sands feel hotter as the air closed in around the eggs and around the Rainbow queen who stood a silent vigil over the clutch there. Between her claws sat the coveted golden shelled egg, her head resting to the side of it, one eye fixed on it as the other scanned the rest of her clutch, her wings spread slightly, her tail moving agitatedly. She didn't like this day. This day was going to be big and important and possibly catastrophic. She raised her head slowly, sensing movement of one of the eggs to her side. She sniffed at it and nudged it softly. It responded by shaking more.

She lifted her head high and bugled before she started to hum.

Quiorith! Our Eggs Hatch! Candidates! Get your butts down here in your candidate robes! Moraiya! WeyrlingMasters rouse! Drudges get the meet and tables ready! My eggs prepare to hatch! I will not tolerate tardiness!

She was excited, but she was also very irritable and nervous. This clutch had to be absolutely perfect. They were her first offspring. Her first queen daughter rested in this clutch. Sired by none other than her beloved Quiorith. She looked up and hummed louder, willing for the young one in the heavily mottled shell continued to shake. It was one of the larger eggs in the clutch. And she was already proud of it.

Slowly, very slowly, a purple head stuck its head out. But it wasn't just purple.... it was neon purple. Almost seeming to glow. The little one gave a frustrated little growl and then pressed forward faster and harder, pushing his claws through his shell, pulling his head back and opening the whole wider and wider until he was able to free himself, shaking out his wings and stretching, examining himself. Hmmm... he was nice enough he supposed. A little flashy. He supposed he wouldn't be sneaking around any time soon. He took a step forward. The humans were certainly taking their own sweet time. he sat, curling his tail around his feet and looked back at his mother who seemed to chortle in amusement and crooned at him. He gave her a happy little croon in return. Ah. She was very colorful. He supposed she was never able to sneak around either... but that was okay. He supposed. He was goign to have to stand out like she did. He turned his eyes back to the opening to the sands as he heard movement - they certainly weren't very quiet either.

He looked back as another egg started to shake and crack, this one beginning to split down the middle, a pale yellow claw pushing its way through followed by a wing above it and shortly followed by a nose... and then the dragonet was breaking free, leaving his egg in three or four relatively neat little pieces on the ground around her. The sunlance shook her wings out and surveyed the sands. Hmmm... She looked at her brother and they seemed to exchange words.... before the sunlance started to venture forward, searching already while the young neon purple seemed to be waiting and watching.

Retny was up with a start and running around, trying to help get the meet ready, yelling to R'le to grab some oil and rags as she rushed down the stares, her hair a wild mane around her. Oh Faranth! Today was the day! This was her dragon's first clutch! She couldn't wait! Of course she should have known what all t odo... but as she was far too excited for her own good.... knowing and doing were two very different things.

[Terayne]

She was already awake and pacing, staring out the window of her small room at the sky and just listening. She was shaking too, which irritated her. She shouldn't be shaking. She might be nervous but she shouldn't be SHAKING for Faranth's sake! Growling in annoyance, she slammed a hand down on her pillow, then muttered at the loss of control and moved to stand by the window again.

Abruptly she blinked, head turning as a command was bellowed into her mind by a voice that was not to be trifled with. It was time already? But Rukbat was BARELY up! Ah well, nothing for it but to do it, right? Chuckling softly, the Candidate rushed about the room, gathering up the scratchy linen robe that was the traditional garb-at least it was white and not some garish red or green- and pulling it on. Firey mane was tied back and out of her face, and sandals were slipped onto slender feet, then their owner was rushing from the room, infected by the need to go QUICKLY. The Rainbow did not wish them late, so late she would not be!

Sliding to a halt just outside the Grounds, she took a couple of deep breaths to try and slow her breathing, her heartbeat, grumbling about how she was probably red as a brick now from the exertion. Then her sense of humor caught up to her and she chuckled at herself. Didn't matter if she was red, right? Her Queen wouldn't give a whit what she looked like... Hopefully.... Taking a final breath, she stepped the Sands, mane flaming in the light coming in, her eyes bright and hopeful as they took in the scene.

Two Hatchlings already?! Goodness they were quick. And such colors! The Purple had her wincing at how incredibly bright he was, but the Sunlance less so. She then turned her gaze on the mother, bowing respectfully, then looking to the egg she hovered over, as any good Queen should, she thought with satisfaction. Nothing would dare hurt the little Queenling as long as Orikaeth was around...

[summerrain]

Wynah had been sitting outside in the Bowl with her bone bow in hand, making sure it was maintained properly. She was in simple clothes, and a bit dazed from waking so early. But she wanted to be ready for the Hatching. She didn't want to be roused from sleep by the voice of a Queen awaiting the Candidates for her children. Speaking of...

The voice of the Rainbow jolted her to attention. She jumped up, her quiver on her back, and ran to the barracks. She tossed the quiver on the bed, placing the bow next to it. She swapped her tunic for a white one with short sleeves before slipping her robe over it. She felt the hilt of her hunting knife and decided to play it safe and leave it on her bed. She'd heard tales that this Queen was temperamental at best, and she didn't want to press her luck this morning.

She slipped her feet into the sandals, then made her way to the Sands, slowing as she neared the entrance. She was panting slightly as she lined herself up with the rest, bowing to the Rainbow. She stood in the back, behind the younger, smaller Candidates. She saw the Purple, but his color was so bright it made her head hurt. So that was a Neon. And the Sunlace seemed to be pretty energetic as well. She saw the Gold egg in the Rainbow's claws. Perhaps, this time, there would be one for her... Just maybe...

Wynah found herself looking for Saphierah. The girl was one of the few in the batch of Candidates that she knew. It made her less anxious when someone she knew was nearby.
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Yuki sat bolt upright. She and R'niaan had come the night before to Rainbow Mists, and had stayed in separate weyrs. She dressed quickly in a pale green tunic with a long black skirt. She made her exit and went to bang on R'niaan's door.

"Come on!" she called to him through the door. "If you take too long we're going to miss the first Hatchlings!" With that, she made her way quickly outside. She would wait for him on one of the viewing ledges. She met one of the creche workers taking the children to the Stands, and they allowed her to take her own daughter, Yura, with her. Yuki then got on Ayleneth's back with Yura in her arms, and the three made their way to one of the larger viewing ledges. There, they waited for R'niaan and Bamath.

[Jay Kitten]

Moraiya was beside herself being woken up this early, she had been out chasing sneaky Candidates again, and as such had been up rather late. Her blonde hair was barely tied from the night before, messy with bits pulled free of her ties as she threw on her blood red coat and stalked down the hall of the Candidate barracks.

"WAKE UP YOU BRATS!" she yelled, slamming on each and every door she came across as loud as possible. "Today's the day, maggots, now get in line and MOVE OUT!" She personally threw several robes and sandals into the arms of groggy Candidates as she backhanded a couple of the slower moving ones across the shoulderblades. They weren't allowed to dally, today was the Hatching! "Let's go, get it going, go go go!" She warned Zojiroth, whom had already been up for a candlemark or so, and he winged his way to the entrance of the barracks.

One of the newer Candidates stepped from the doors of his shared quarters, not knowing where his partner was at this time yet and shuffling his feet as he threw the robes over his clothes, preferring to never be caught dead in such an inflexible material again. Alikai wasn't happy with his decision to come to the Weyr yet, and as such, he was a bit grumpy. How would they manage to keep such positive thoughts in this kind of atmosphere? It was what that harpy of a woman Bloodrider had taught them all, so he wasn't quite sure what she was getting at. It was especially difficult to focus when she shoved him forward by the spine, pushing him out the door and into the glaring sunlight that had only just cracked the horizon of the jungle to the west. He frowned deeper now, sweat already starting to bead at his hairline.

It took a few minutes to walk through the arches of the Hatching Sands' entrance, but soon he felt his ankles start to cry as they nearly burst into flames, his eyes suddenly widening as he began to almost tip-toe across the sandy floor toward the clutch of the Rainbow. He awkwardly bowed to the big beast, snorting in pain as he tried to get used to the temperature. He was certainly nowhere near used to the South yet, having only been brought here a sevenday ago or so.

...This was looking like a crappy day so far.

[Itoshii]

The wreck of a candidate burst from his bed in a flurry at the sudden bugle and voice in his head. Andradil had grabbed the nearest thing available to him and was poised as if to strike before realizing the absurdity of the action. Placing the broom back where he had snatched it from he sighed and ruffled his hair. By the light outside he'd been asleep for maybe a candlemark or two. That blasted rain had kept him awake. Speaking of, what had woken him again- Shards! The eggs are hatching!

Suddenly overcome by a wave of nerves, the re-candidate fumbled and failed to get his white robes on several times before forcing himself to relax. Finally dressed appropriately he wasted no more time in hurrying to the entrance to the Sands, trying to pat his hair into some decent position. He wouldn't want to look too horrible for the Rainbow Queen. He had to take another breath to steel himself about what he was about to try before joining the few other candidates in the rush to their places on the Sands.

Hopping awkwardly in his sandals he cursed silently to himself. He'd forgotten how blasted hot they were. Taking a quick survey of the Clutch he sucked in a quick breath. The dragonets hadn't even waited! A brilliantly purple dragon seemed to be watching and waiting from beside it's mother. If he remembered correctly that seemed off. Weren't those usually bouncy dragons? Ah and a lovely sunlance was already scouring the Sands, that one he wasn't too surprised by.

Glancing nervously up at the Rainbow Clutchmother he fell into place, hoping she would be more focused on her babies than his tardiness. Trying to ignore the heat on the soles of his feet he watched the other eggs, eagerness quickly overtaking his apprehension. He had a good feeling about today, he hadn't felt this optimistic since.. well, since that fateful day. But no! Happy thoughts on hatching day. He turned his attention back to the Sunlance, it seemed very determined, he was sure it would be the first to Impress.

[Itoshii]

The Harper awoke slowly from where he was slumped over the final copy of the melody he had arranged for the Hatching Feast. Something was going on, wasn't it? Yes, you great lump, the Eggs are Hatching! Axolzash twittered on the ledge of the empty Weyr the two had been staying in while K'ris waited on the Hatching. The Harper was on his feet in an instant and dressed so quickly any number of the candidates would probably be jealous of him. Not a hair out of place (in his eyes anyways) and not a wrinkle in his clothes. He was dressed in muted colors this morning, so as not to draw attention from where it was truely deserved- The dragonets!

Vaulting himself onto his Lifewing's back they glided down to join the throng of dragons and avians alike filing in to fill the ledges surrounding the Sands. Axol dropped his Rider as close to the stairs as he could manage before taking his own place up above. He glanced around for Kiyosh to see if she had made it like she had said she'd try. It would be nice to perch beside someone he knew, and he had rather enjoyed their time at the beach.

K'ris himself hurried up the stands, picking out a spot around midway up. Close enough to catch the details, but high enough up to be able to see everything as it happened. Couldn't miss a note! He pulled out a small pad of parchment and a piece of charcoal, quickly jotting down the first two dragonets and any other detail he could think that would be of any importance. If he was quick about it maybe he could jot down a tune about the Hatching for the feast...

[Cait]

Andrilla woke with a start and grabbed for the knife she kept under her pillow as that wretched woman started shouting. For a moment she thought they'd been caught sleeping until she saw girls scurrying about her in various states of undress and grabbing white robes. Then she remember and mutter a curse that would no doubt cause more than a few of her roommates to blush. She still wasn't convinced of the merits of the weyr and in fact she was almost certain she never would be. It was too crowded by half for someone used to a single companion not to mention that she was crammed in a room with a bunch of strange young women and grils, sshe was often separated from the only person in the world she trusted and she'd not yet had the chance to unload the eggs.

Scowling, Andrilla hesitated long enough for most of the girls to leave then donned the impractical white robe and sandals. She didn't understand the need for the outfits and there was nowhere to put a weapon; at least not conventionally. So she grabbed a scarf she sometimes ussed to hide her hair, rolled it and strapped her favored knife to her thigh and made certain that it couldn't be seen before joining the others.

When the were herded onto the sands she hissed and fair danced towards Alikai only to be herded back towards the girls not once but three times. A frision of panic blossomed at being cut off from him but she donned a vaugely miffed expression and settled amidst the females. What if he got a dragon and she didn't? Or worse, what if she got a dragon and he left? Shaking her head she eyed the two hatchlings on the sands warily and sucking in her cheeks bit down slight on them. How was she supposed to think welcoming thoughts when she'd only ever been welcome one place in her entire life? They should've told that damn rider to shove off.

[Moo]

There was not even a shred of doubt in his mind - as soon as he heard that noise, he knew. Teth's eyes snapped open. As he rose to his feet, he sucked in a lungful of air and answered the Rainbow Queen's beckoning with a resounding bugle of his own. They would come! He shook himself free of sleep and padded outside, stretching his wings to their fullest.

He reached out to his Rider's mind the instant he could. Have you woken yet? The Hatching is upon us!

Already way ahead of you, Teth, reassured L'ras, as he ran over the list of Candidates in his head.

He had a feeling that the Hatching would be today - maybe those turns of experience were finally paying off? Regardless of the reason, he had hardly slept last night. But he didn't need sleep now, not while he was running on as much adrenaline as the Candidates. More and more had arrived at the last second, it seemed, and he was slightly concerned. Would he remember all of their names? Would they all Impress today?

Teth, go forward to the Sands and find a good spot. I will be there momentarily. Oh, and please see to it that Candidate Master Moraiya doesn't rough up our Weyrlings too badly.

Heh, I will try my best. See you there!

Teth began to make his way to the Sands, a resonant hum already started in his throat as he walked through the Bowl and toward the commotion. Once there, he chose a spot near the feeding stations, as was customary, and waited for his Rider to appear. Upon seeing the brilliant Rainbow, he reached out to her mind with a gentle brush of his.

My congratulations on your fine clutch, Queen Orikaeth!

L'ras paced the length of his room, torn between bringing more or less with him to the Sands. He had already decided to forgo wearing anything ceremonial, despite the Hatching, and opted instead for practicality - a dark tunic and well-worn breeches would work just fine. After all, this day was not about him - and besides, someone had to deal with the bloody slop at the feeding stations and direct tired, oily dragons and their new riders to their barracks. L'ras chuckled to himself. That someone was him.

Finally, he took a deep breath, looked around his room, and then exhaled slowly. He had everything he needed for now. He hoped he knew all the names he needed to know. And now, his presence was required.

It didn't take L'ras very long to reach the Sands, despite everyone being in a hurry to reach it before him. He stood beside the stocky Brown and, after a quick glance to the grounds, figured out enough to catch up with the Hatching. Two dragons had already hatched - a bright Purple and a small Sunlance. He looked around and took stock of everything. The Candidates were still being mustered. Dragons and their Riders, and everyone in between, were gathering in and around the stands for the best spots. The Queen egg had yet to hatch, and the Candidates had yet to Impress.

Barlow, Wynah, Andrilla, Alikai, Artemis, Andradril, Mobrey, Kaimana, Harpyr…Have I missed anyone yet?

Teth rumbled in his chest. Don't worry, Mine. You will do just fine. You always have. Besides, I'm here to help as well. You seem just as concerned as these Candidates.

At that, L'ras grinned. I'm always concerned.

Fair enough.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Mobrey had adapted some time ago to sleeping in the Candidate Barracks, but he was still a child of the Caravans, and had had his share of night watches. He was not a heavy sleeper, and was something of a morning person anyway. In light of that, he was already blinking and starting to roll out of bed when he heard a thunder of footsteps, accompanied by Candidate Master Moraiya’s yelled orders.

“WAKE UP YOU BRATS! Today's the day, maggots, now get in line and MOVE OUT!”

It didn’t take more than half a second for the meaning of the words to make its way into Mobrey’s head, and then he was scrambling into his robes, hopping into the sandles as he joined the press of Candidates making for the door.

“Karatos. Go to Saddyris. Find Saddyris.”

Obediently, the herd-canine moved off. For some reason that Karatos couldn’t understand, his person had to stand in a group of other people, and would thus not be able to feed him until later.

Finding his place in line, he made for the Hatching Sands.

[Shoki]

Morning was for Quiorith to be sleeping. Well not really, he was usually up when daylight was properly here, but it was not yet the case. However, as R’le had once noted, the Cloud did not shift slowly from sleep to being awake. He woke up all at once. So when the Rainbow’s voice found him, he suddenly snapped awake, and opened his wings. One little test flap and the he was up in the air, and away to the sands.

I am here! Oooo. Quiorith arrived, and observed the bright little purple that had just hatched. He should have flown all the faster. Still, he filled up with pride and his eyes whirled, seeing the lovely dragonet and the clutch. Soon enough a Sunlance also appeared. He paused a moment from the hatching song to croon. These ones were anxious to greet the world, and he was greatly pleased at that.

R’le grinned as he grabbed oil and rags and booked it after Retny. Nothing like a little early morning workout. Retny was very much in a whirl, but he didn’t mind. He certainly was getting swept up in everyone’s mood, which meant he was grinning like a mad man. It was going to be a wild sort of day, he could tell that much. Still, he was certainly would try to help out. Well, try something. Never mind, he was going to be a good boy. Stressing Retny out seemed pretty probable if things didn’t go perfectly. So he’d just have to make sure things went perfectly. At least as much as he could.

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It was early and Barlow was up. Kit was currently being fed. She wanted to be fed early, and if he slept more, she would probably wake him up with her demands for food. Of course he couldn’t watch her eat, she hated that. So he was reading a book while Kit ate. This is how things sat when suddenly the morning buzzed with noise and a sense of urgency set in. Book away, robes on. Kit watched, her pale Pink tail flicking as she observed his behavior. He checked himself, ever aware that candidates, though dressed the same, were supposed to look nice for a hatching. He stopped for a moment, and looked at Kit, who sat and stared back at him, eyes whirling with curiosity. He suddenly stepped forward and scooped her up before placing her food and the Pink flitter herself on his bed. There, she usually liked that, and he would be out for a while. With that he trotted off, willing his legs to step just a little bit faster. Kit observed the food before deliberately went to his pillow and curled up, lazily watching the door. Where was the fun in food when Barlow was deliberately not watching her eat?

Barlow rounded the corner and headed to the sands, joining some of his fellow candidates. He didn’t glance preemptively onto the sands, but he could see the Neon Purple next to his mother. First thing was first. He bowed to Orikeath, murmuring thanks to her. He looked at the Purple, and moved to the Male side of the sands, his mind naturally flipping through what he knew about the color. Purple. Energetic, growing to about the size of a Brown, impressing to either gender regardless of their own gender. A common subject for going too far or fast in weyrling hood, but extremely good once they learned, since they retained that energy. Neon meant bright, very much so at hatching. The fact was he wasn’t sure if he should really look straight at that one. From what he saw though, it was a nice color.

He made it to his spot. A Sunlance was making its way around the candidates. They tended to be calmer dragons, by and large. They were very much warm and kind dragons from what he knew. Lighter then Citrine in hide color. Also multi gendered dragons. He watched, flipping his attention evenly between the two dragonets. Barlow did not exude excitement, as that was not particularly how he was. That did not mean that a hatching was no longer exciting though. Even though it was not as novel as it once had been, each hatching had its own surprised and its own…unique nature. Sometimes it was good. Other times it caused terror. He thought on the last Queen hatching with a more somber mood, loathing to make comparisons between that one and this one. His dark eyes refocused their attention. He would stand, just as he had since the day he was old enough to do so. He knew what it meant, as he had learned well watching through each hatching, and seeing what it meant for others.

He turned his head ever so slightly. He did not see a Blue or White dragon in the audience. He turned back properly and thought no more about that fact.

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Cr’wean.

“Eph me shleep oo sphoopid bard.” Cr’wean mumbled into his pillow, face down in his bed.

No.

It was way too early, but was apparently just early enough for a fight in the Aerie.

[Nicole]

Artemis woke up the bugle. It was loud and - and - well, loud was a good word for it. In her sleepy state, she would have rolled back to bed, assuming it to be a visitor announcement. She would know if it was a Hatching.

And then the Weyr exploded with thoughts, the Queen's voice loudest of them all, and Artemis leaped out of bed with a smile on her face. Hatching. The Hatching had - today might - Hatching!

Off came the nightgown; on came the robes, the sandals, and a casual tugging of her hair into a ponytail. She had heard stories of Candidates dragged down by their hair by unruly dragonets, and she wasn't going to risk that.

With all of that taking seconds - Artemis was nothing if not efficient - she threw open the door and sprinted towards the Hatching grounds, eyes bright.

She could hear so much. There was no tempering of voices for a Hatching; nobody whispered, nobody stayed calm, and it washed over like a wave. Orikaeth's excitement and motherly worry shone through the others like a beacon: Quiorith and his dutiful worry, Ayleneth's excitement, Teth's congratulations and calming of the WeyrlingMaster. She could hear it all, and it pounded in her head, but her excitement kept the headache away. Or maybe it was her talking with Archith. Who knew?

She skidded into the Hatching grounds, Sands arching up beneath her, and spent no time moving into her position. Her eyes glittered as she looked at the Sands, at the two newest editions to the Weyr. The neon purple and Sunlance teetered around on precarious legs, so small - and yet they would grow to be beautiful, powerful, amazing beasts.

With a smile on her face, and one eye on the eggs that have yet to hatch (including, though she dare not get her hopes up now that she was on the Sand, the shimmering golden egg nearest its mother), she waited for something else to happen.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Blinking, K’tar rolled over. The air was thrumming, a deep reverberating hum that echoed out as if part of the sun’s rising.

Wait? Humming!

K’tar shot out of bed, wiping the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his arm, even as he grabbed for his riding straps. Barlow was Standing in the clutch, and there was no way that K’tar was going to miss it. Surely, this time, his friend would Impress.

To what, a Neon White?

K’tar smothered a bark of laughter. No, no. He’s totally going to Impress a Purple, like you.

Bark! Bark!

No, he will most definitely Impress a Tiger, Viarth replied, as K’tar adjusted straps.

K’tar sprang up onto Viarth’s back and turned to glance at his, still barking, canine.

“Fine Altahyr, have it your way. Up!”

Altahyr sprang up, and K’tar secured him to the straps.

Viarth ambled to the edge of the weyr and fell into the air, wings beating once, twice, before entering between to emerge near one of the stairs leading from the heights, where he would watch the Hatching, to the Bowl, where K’tar would watch from.

“Good luck Barlow,” K’tar whispered, racing down the stairs and leaping from them to a lower tier of the stands that lined the Sands, Altahyr in close pursuit. Breakfast could wait; he wanted to see this.

[Simile]

The neon purple was a surprising beast. He had so much energy adn yet he waited... though rather impatiently, his eyes whirling in tones of contentment to those of boredom from time to time. He looked towards his sister who stalked closer to the candidates, sniffing at the males first and finding them uninteresting to say the least. She kenw precisely what she was looking for. tHe kind of person that she wanted at heart. She was a protective creature. She didn't plan to leave her siblings yet... Even in the care of their mother - not alone at least. She looked back to watch another small egg crack and a darkblue form shake itself clean. She was a lovely and dainty little creature - her darkblue sister.

However, it was not her egg that she would need to worry about. Another egg split a moment later, pouring forth a black dragon full of ferocity and anger at being awakened now. He gave a roar he hoped would be intimidating and turned to the darkblue who had accidently knocked a piece of shell into his precious egg, immediately leaping towards her - but the Sunlacne would have none of that and was on him in an instant, rolling with him in the sand.

Orikaeth growled. NO! This had otbe perfect! Her babies had to be perfect! She gave a growl, bring her head down to eye level with them. The black had a hold on the Sunlance by the wing - and the queen picked growled again, the black growling back around his mouthful of his sister's hide. She turned and scratched at his belly, leaving a nice scrape along the outer curve of his stomach. She commanded them to go and the little black tried to hiss and stand up to his mother, saying some choice words, but she just snarled and nudged him a bit harder than was probably necessary towards the candidates, looking over her Sunlance daughter for a moment. The Sunlance seemed irritated that her mother had not interfered sooner, but she soon, grumbling stalked off and sat down, her tail twitching irritably.

The Darkblue in teh mean time was standing up, examining herself. It was just a scratch. But she was very appreciative that her sister was willing to stand up for her like that... She gave a little croon and moved back by her mother, looking at the big egg between her mother's claws. her sister was there... her queen sister.

her mother lowered her head and gave her a soft croon. The next egg to hatch was all sorts of energetic - revealing a bright red, orange, and yellow hatching with bold stripes of all three colors tracing her hide as she bounded out towards the candidates, hardly paying attention to where she was running and certainly scraping up a few - and annoying that black who hissed at her every time she came near. She would not choose before him! he was the king around here after all!

The Neon purple snorted. he had had enough. Simple as that. But he wasn't going anywhere. Even if he wanted to, he was still needed here on the sands. He seemed t obe rumbling, both allowed and mentally. He stood, lashing hsi tail about and started to walk back and forth in front of the candidates, watching his siblings. He would choose... once he was sure these few were safe...

Hmph. Where was his good for nothing Mine? the black wondered to himself. Oh there. htere he was! Ugh! He didn't even bother to pause, running right for Alikai and, if the young man wasn't fast enough, barreling him right over. A'kai! You idiot! You're going to feed me this minute! I am Sunristh and you are Mine! He growled and hissed, though his eyes whirled rainbow and it was obvious enough that he was quite pleased. He simply was going to put on a show. Well then... I suppose that is settled. Now come. He would be damned if he was seen following behind a human for a minute!

The Sunlance seemed to give a huff of relief. It seemed her neon brother was in agreement. He nodded to his sister and looked back at the Darkblue and the overly energetic Sunset.

Egg #2

Name: Sunristh
Pronunciation: soon-riz-ith
Color: Black (m) (010500)
Size: 28 feet
Personality:
To say that Sunristh is very intelligent and he knows it. His memory is good for a dragon and his plots and plans are sharp and quick. He has a lot that he plans to do and ambitions higher than Rukbat itself. He is a rather vengeful creature who takes what he wants and cares nothing for others. He never shows his soft side, but underneath this outer layer of kingly pride and arrogance is a soft loving heart with the capability to create strong attachments - though he may treat those he cares most for quite poorly at times, he will always confide in his rider. To say that Sunristh is a bit of a dark personality may be accurate.
Impresses to: Allikai - A'kai

[Nicole]

Oh, their personalities were so - so vivid! Their voices so bright at birth, so - untainted, pure. They had what they wanted, knew what they wanted, went for it. Their personalities hadn't shifted yet, hadn't been touched by their humans counterparts, balanced out.

The Black was angry, a king in his own head; the Sunset bright, her tail thwacking and scraping Artemis' leg as she flew by; the Neon Purple a curious and energetic creature; the DarkBlue tiny compared to her Black brother; the Sunlance surprisingly calm amid the chaos.

Then the Black found his Mine, and Artemis slammed down her connection to him as quickly as she could. There were some moments that were for dragon and Rider only. And with that tiny little wall firmly planted in her mind, she went back to watching the dragonets, absently rubbing at the scrape on her leg.

[summerrain]

Wynah had trouble keeping track of all the commotion on the Sands. The Purple's eyes were spinning with a mix of colors. The DarkBlue was rather petit for a male, no way could it be anything but a female. The Black seemed to have the personality of a King, and didn't like being awakened. Then the other female, one with a bright, colorful hide sprang forth. A Sunset, it seemed. And a bright little one at that. Then the Black turned to the Candidates.

Wynah could tell by the whirling colors in his eyes that the Black had Impressed, and to a new Candidate she hadn't met. She smiled an ironic smile. That Black was going to be a handful.