A hand steadied her and Alyga blushed, at first she couldn't tell if it was R'le or T'kar though it was rather embarrassing either way. When T'kar spoke, Alyga smiled and shuffled closer so that she could sit down properly. Of course this entailed her having to find the seat with her hands. If she'd been sitting down next to her brother she would've just used his body position for guidance but she was typically reluctant to touch others. She didn't like to make other people uncomfortable if she could help it.
Despite the noise, she heard the sound of eggs cracking and tilted her head slightly. Drum settled himself around her shoulders and provided glimpses of the hatchlings, though nothing particularly detailed. A blue and a purple? That seemed about it. Then Flute dropped into her lap and curled up with a happy trill. As Alyga stroked her folded wings lightly, the pink stretched out her graceful neck and nibbled lightly at one of R'le's fingers. Alyga gently pulled the pink's head away and tapped her lightly on the nose. "Be polite." She said softly before she began to stroke Flute's vibrant hide once more.
"I didn't know there had been an egg taken. Archith seems quite upset. I hope the hatchling is alright; wherever it is."
The Purple trotted forward, the world a blur before her eyes. The remains of the egg wasn't clear and the glare from the light made it difficult to see. She stepped on feet with regularity as she searched for her Rider. She stumbled past Keket and Talira, squishing a few toes. Nothing lasting, but sure to smart.
Her Blue brother looked up to see the Purple crashing her way though the females. He could understand her lack of grace but it certainly was unsightly. He shook, feeling a ghost of the goo on her face on his own. He supposed they'd both like to be off and fed and adjusted. It would be best. His tail waved slowly back and forth as he thought, bumping into Deret.
On the edge of the sands, equally far away from the entrance on either side, two eggs released their dragonets. The shells broke asymmetrically, one dragonet pushing through a dark nose and the other a red shoulder. It took a few more minutes for a Midnight and a blindingly shiny Flame to come into full view. The two of them were looking around in wonder until they noticed each other. Their eyes locked in position there and the two took off running straight across the sands. Just to the side of the Candidates, certainly close enough to kick up sand, some of it splashing over onto the Blue, the dragonets met. The Flame lept and the Midnight ducked, they collided and rolled. Archith looked on with a stern expression but it lightened in a moment. The two brothers squeaked and rolled, the Flame pawing at the Midnight only for the black and blue brother to bat the forefoot away.
The shower of sand and the playful dragonets were enough for the Blue. He was ready to go.
D'ret, Rider chosen. I am Stenecoth. Let us go. Of course it went without saying he was hungry. He could feel his Rider's stomach whine in response to his hunger. Good. They were well matched.
The Purple had managed to tilt her head and find an angle that she could only just see through, for a moment at a time and with luck. It was this way she spotted her one, her Rider to be beside, together. She shouted, needing all the help she could get to be cleaned. Kitalia! Paigleth's face!
[also there's a background color code you can use behind light colored fonts if you wish. It's a stylistic choice. I've included them here for you should you want them.]
Blue-Sunlance Stenecoth Name: Stenecoth (stin-eh-koth) [stɪn ɛ kɔθ] Hex color: 196be6-fbfbb6 Adult size: 25 feet About: A sedulous young Blue indeed, Stenecoth loves structure. He'll be particular about things being in order and will not abide sloppiness. He is inexhaustible and will dedicate himself to the task at hand, often losing sight of the horizon in the process. He's slow to give compliments but when he gives praise it carries much weight. Stenecoth's stick-to-itiveness and proactive attitude will carry him far in life.
Purple-Sunlance Paigleth Name: Paigleth (pay-gulth) [peɪ ɡəlθ] Hex color: 2d0071-f8f888 Adult size: 27 feet About: Bursting at the seems to go and do new and exciting things (after checking to make sure it's safe, enough) Paigleth's personality is under great pressure to fit into so little a dragon. She's on the lookout to have experiences, and if it passes her gut-test, she'll try anything once. She'll lookout for the group and do the tasks no one else is willing to do to make things go faster and smoother. Her attentive nature will mature into an even watchfulness that will benefit many.
R’le seemed dubious at that, perhaps not so much that T’kar didn’t have it in hand, but more that perhaps it would be nice to have another person on board. That wasn’t said though. Kingriders, much like their female counterparts, would ask for help when they wanted it, not before. All you could do was offer.
“Okay. You know where to find me if you change your mind. Getting yelled at by D’gan for mischief.” He grinned. He wasn’t as bad as all that, but he sure did enjoy lightening the mood.
R’le observed the Pink firelizard as his fingers were nibbled. He found it amusing. Maybe Pinks liked the taste of harpers? He snickered to himself, but let Alyga put the little creature back in her place. He wasn’t about to get in the way of another person’s pet. So he let the conversation continue.
“Agreed. I wouldn’t want to be whoever took it right now. But the rest of the bunch are pretty active.” He gestured to the sands. The two first hatched impressed and he clapped for the new riders. Very fun. "Dragonets wanting to play are a good sign in my book."
Mosiliath crooned as he watched the hatchlings run and tumble and find their Riders on the Sands. He leaned in closer to observe them, tilting his head so he could view them better out of one big, whirling eye. After a few minutes of watching, he sat back against Archith, a blissful expression on his face.
Playful, healthy dragonets were all he could ask for.
He nuzzled the Queen's neck. [smear:ff7f24]They [/smear:ff7f24][smear:ff6600]are wonderful.[/smear:292421] Then, a trickle of amusement flooded through his mind. [smear:ff7f24]Do you[/smear:ff7f24][smear:ff6600] ever remember being [/smear:292421]so small?
Shazza sighed audibly as the next two eggs hatched, revealing two very boisterous dragonets. She was pleased the Hatching was moving along at a good pace, and figured that if the remainder of the eggs hatched in twos, then waiting wouldn't be as bad as she thought.
She watched as the first two dragons found their Riders with ease, and realized she did not begrudge them for their happiness. Well, not too much. Perhaps it was the overwhelming energy of the Hatching itself that kept her from focusing on her bitterness.
A laugh bubbled up from her throat, an altogether strange and unexpected sound, as she two egg brothers tumbled across the Sands in play. The Flame's brilliant color kept her distracted for a good while, though she couldn't help her eyes from wandering to the equally energetic Midnight. Just watching them was tiring!
They, too, deserved Riders to match their spirit.
Shazza bit her lip and looked across the Sands to the remaining eggs. Her dragon could still be in one of the five remaining eggs. Just because the first four were energetic didn't mean that all of them would be, right? A knot began to form in her stomach, but she refused to give voice to her thoughts.
She was here, wasn't she? That had to count for something, in the end.
Ayrenn watched in wonder, as she usually did when it pertained to dragons, as the purple trotted forward towards the female candidates. The poor creature with her egg remains on her face, it was probably hard for her to see. She suppressed a squeal when the dragon came stomping through, squishing toes as she moved on by. She watched after her as she went, wondering who she'd impress to..and watching as she clearly impressed to another girl a bit down from her. She smiled sweetly at Kitalia. Good for her..she'd missed the blue impressing due to watching the purple dragonet so carefully.
The two brother hatchlings who played adorably on the sands were next to draw Ayrenn's attention. She truly loved seeing the playful little new hatches interacting together. This brought another smile to her face and she noted the Flame, what a lovely color he was. And then the midnight, looking so dark in comparison, handsome fellows they were. She turned her attention to the remaining eggs, her mind wandering, curious to know what lay inside of them. She'd find out soon enough, but Ayrenn found herself a little impatient. Ayrenn rubbed her sweaty palms on the side of her robes, her nerves getting the best of her..she'd not stopped chewing on her bottom lip for long either, creating a worry spot. She took a deep breath, and watched on.
S'rico of [smear:B8860B]Bronze-Crimson Aldith[/smear:cc0000] Ayrenn of [smear:000000]Black [F] Junwingth[/smear:555555] Niylah of White-Green Rivith
Kashpa was somewhat relieved when the dread of the Gold’s announcement was replaced by giddy excitement. The kids were looking everywhere, just everywhere and some were tugging on her to explain why each dragon was their favorite. So she was looking when the Blue impressed, one of the boys was extremely excited about that. She didn’t see the Purple impress, the excitement of the two male dragons was too much. It was hard to have time to enjoy the hatching when there were a dozen or so wiggly children to keep track of.
Kashpa had never shied away from something for being hard.
So she watched the very bright Flame (as much as she could) and his energetic Midnight brother in their fun. She liked the nice contrast the colorings had, a lovely dark and a fiery bright together. She wondered how her brother had felt on the sands and a mischievous smile played over her face. What adventurous rider would come out of this hatching? Only time would tell.
As the Purple charged foreward, Keket couldn’t help but wince as one girl got trodded on. Luckily, the Candidate wasn’t right at the front, and she managed to move herself out of the Purple’s way before she was barged into as well. The girl resisted the urge to reach out to the Purple. The Hatchling hadn’t spoken to her, she wasn’t for her, and it didn’t seem right that she would touch another’s dragonling before they got a chance too. So Keket moved aside, eyes watching the Purple with intense interest. Finally, the purple managed to find her Rider, and with a smile, Keket turned back to the clutch. She blinked in surprise as she realized the Blue had Impressed while she wasn’t looking. And two more Eggs had split open. She caught the tail end of the Flame and the Midnight’s play, before they calmed down slightly. A few candidate’s were now covered in Sand, and well as some of the egg goo, including herself. Well, a bath would be needed after all was said and done.
Deret-D’ret The Purple barged her way through the female’s, and Deret was glad he wasn’t in the dragonlings path as she did so. But then the young man felt something bump his legs, and he glanced down. How had he missed that the Blue was so close to him? His eyes trailed the dragons tail, up to his face, noting the sand stuck to that blue hide, and the goo dripping. His attention was briefly pulled away by two more eggs Hatching. A Midnight, and a brilliantly hued Flame. The pair stared, then bolted at eachother, and for a split second Deret thought they were going to fight. But then it was obvious with flying sand and squeeks that they were playing. Some of that sand was kicked up, spattering him, nearby Candidate’s, and the Blue.
D’ret, Rider chosen. I am Stenecoth. Let us go. Deret, not D’ret, blinked and looked at the Blue-Sunlance. And the yellow on the leg was explained. But his stomach writhed in hunger, and the young man nodded, ”Yes, Stenecoth…Let’s get you food.” And the rest of the Sands disappeared in D’ret’s mind, he was far too enthralled with his new lifemate as they headed for the tunnel that he vaguely remembered in his haze they had been instructed to head to once Impression was made.
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Post by aliceinwonderland on Mar 15, 2015 13:51:21 GMT -8
Tai observed the Blue and Purple Impress and felt an odd mix of wistful regret as he noticed the Impression bond and was left out, once again.
But he was cheered by a very bright Flame and a Midnight making their arrival and couldn't help a genuine smile at their play. Brothers would be brothers, even among baby dragons it would seem..
"Please, I would be honoured to be chosen by one of you." He sent, admiring each as he straighted up and firmed his shoulders.
Bekha had been so preoccupied over her awe and excitement over the young Purple coming in the girls direction that she didn't immediately move out of her way quick enough and winced, unable to help a yelp escaping her as her foot was trodden on rather hard, and dragon claws scratched her ankle and lower calf.
As she bent down to get a closer look she didn't see the Blue Impress or the arrival of the 2 brothers, midnight and flame respectively..
Noting with her basic nursing experience that the bleeding and scratches weren't too bad really, minor flesh wounds with some bruising, but they stung and she was concerned sand would get into them.
So she shot a quick furtive glance around and quickly and quietly as she could, ripped off part of the hem of her Candidate Robe, ripping it half again - so she could roll up the first half and apply pressure to the shallow scratches. When she was satisfied the bleeding was slowed, she tied the remaining piece of fabric around her ankle and lower calf, so that the pressed patch of cloth would stay tight against her.
Then she slowly stood back up and was testing her weight on it and that the make shift bandage would hold till the end of the Hatching.
Not really able to follow the hatching particularly well, only getting glimpses of the sands from Drum now and then. The blue and the purple, a flame wrestling with a darker dragon. Alarmed that perhaps they were trying to hurt each other, she leaned forward, not that it would help her see better. Brows furrowed and tense, she reached out and lightly touched R'le's arm.
Kitalia watched the proceedings with a barely contained excitement. Her eyes glittered with mirth as she looked between the little blue and purple, all her attention focused upon them. They were so cute but she was concerned for the little purple dragonet. She was obviously distressed with the mess of egg goo on her face. Kitalia felt a strong pull to move and help the little one but she held her place not wanting to interfere. And yet her every fiber begged to run to the little dragon.
Finally she made herself draw her attention away. She hardly even noticed the little one barreling toward the girls searching the line for hers. Kita had allowed herself to take more of a middle place. Her attention was drawn away by two more eggs splitting and releasing those inside. The hides on these little brothers were so striking yet different as day to night. And then they began to play! Kita gave a delighted squeak as she watched the antics of the babies.
Just then a voice stole her entire attention and her heart. ~Kitalia! Paigleth's face!~ And at this, Kita didn't even so much as hesitate. She took off like a bullet. She flew across the sand toward the little purple dragon. She dropped to her knees before her, taking her head gently between her hands. She paid no heed to how hot the sands were. Her only concern was for the little one before her. "Shh... Here here Paigleth..." And she lifted a piece of her robe and began gently and tenderly wiping the goo from her face. Paigleth let out a soft croon and her anxiety slowly ebbed away. Kita soon found herself confused, for the goo didn't come off! At least the color of it didn't. She quickly shoved the concern down so not to alarm her baby. "Is that better?" She asked her quietly. Paigleth dipped her head to nuzzle her beloved. ~Much... Thank you. Now we should get something to eat and then rest. Yes?~ The baby fixed Kita with her wide joyful eyes and Kita nodded rapidly. ~And then we can explore and play and explore some more-~ Kita couldn't help but giggle. "Sounds great! But let's get you fed first." And with a nod, Kita led the dragonet to the feeding barrels giving anyone who met her eyes a wide joy filled smile.
(Please excuse the lack of color in Paigleth's speech. It's a little interesting to mess with code on my phone.)
T’kar had grinned for R’le’s statement of where he would be found. Somehow, though, he rather doubted that R’le would actually get caught, if only because D’gan would probably suspect a certain Purple-rider first.
“Understatement of the Turn, R’le,” T’kar commented with a sight grimace. It bothered him, the egg being taken like that, though of course the other thing that had happened around the same time was also bothering him. “It is good to see the dragonets playing though.” He left unsaid the continuation, regarding Archith’s last Hatching and how things had gone then.
Alyga spoke up then, yet again, and T’kar smiled. Not that he always approved of his little sister talking to people, but R’le was known and safe, and it was good for her to communicate with people. With that in mind, he did not attempt to intercept and field the question.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Mar 16, 2015 13:35:23 GMT -8
Talira was practically bouncing in place. She had to remind herself not to clap as the Blue and the Purple Impressed, though it was disappointing that they didn’t pick her. Her disappointment was brief though, because there were dragonets playing, pouncing and batting and rolling. She loved it! The dragonets were just so happy. A smile came to her face, to be subsumed into a truly massive grin. It seemed fitting to her, that on this, her very first Hatching as a Candidate, the dragonets were happy and playing. Idly, she wondered if they liked to dance.
R’le chuckled. “The turn is early yet. I’ll take the award as given though.” He kept up his good mood, not willing to let it be dragged down. He had some very, very serious friends, and took it on himself to keep the mood light. It was possible for him to be serious, or even mad, but he didn’t tend toward such things.
Didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen.
“Oh no, they aren’t hurting each other. At least, if they are they aren’t about to admit it. Just a little roughhousing among brothers.” Not that he would know such things. He’d been an only child. He glanced at the girl next to him, noting the touch on his arm. He wasn’t super familiar with T’kar’s sister, but did gather something of a vision trouble. She was a harper though, so he felt at ease. “Interesting to see a playful Midnight though, don’t you think?” He didn’t generally think of them as such, the nighttime creatures that they were. Made enough sense, day or night was a fine time to play.
They are. But me? Small? Oh, never. I was born this size. Archith nuzzled Mosiliath in return. She acknowledged her remaining anger and let it set back on its heels. They kept their distance and would finish their business later. Two of her children had found their Riders. It was a good start.
Rilora watched the two new weyrlings lead their dragonets off the Sands. They were in good hands with the weyrfolk off to the side. With the Candidates in place, the Hatching started and the main formalities out of the way, she worked her way to the wooden stairs nearest her that lead up into the Stands. She stood there in the front at the rail, watching the Sands below.
The Midnight and Flame tired and lay in a heap together on the Sands, the one still occasionally batting a paw at the other. They were hopelessly covered in sand, though that did little to dull the Flame's hide.
With two dragonets Impressed and two dragons all tuckered out the Sands were still. The crowd watched, eyes darting from unhatched egg to unhatched egg. Which one next?
One wobbled slightly. Another leaned just a little further. And for those who were close enough, there were little cracks visible on another.
It was a small egg not drawing much attention to itself that lost a big piece next. It had simply been worked at long enough after the initial break was made. A soft, mottled, warm brown hide was resting underneath, the little flank shifting with each breath.
Several eggs over, a loud, cracking pop stole many sets of eyes. The rather large egg that had been there was scattered with irregularities on its surface. The day's light crept in and made the eggy fluid on the edge of the pieces shine and cast shadows on the other side. In one last push the sides of the shell fell away and a Bronze blinked away the light. He lifted his head and took an excited, deep breath. His wings unrolled and lay drying in the warmth and light. So, this was the world.
The little egg had made more progress in the mean time. A little head was gently moving away pieces of egg from her back, as if she intended to keep each piece. She made a neat little pile on the ground next to her. She would occasionally shift and break loose a few new pieces and then start moving those as she had the others.
By this time the Midnight and Flame were stretching to get up again. The Flame stepped on the Midnight's tail. With a protest the Midnight shoved the Flame over. His tail retreated close to his side. The Flame warbled on the ground as if gravely affronted. How could such a thing ever be done to him? What injustice! What cruelty. The Midnight walked away to push through the girls to the cluster of boys on the other side. They should spread out more. He pushed Talira out of the way and onto the Sands the same way he had his brother. No harm done. Rather an improvement in the spacing.
T'ai, Mine. Or however you call yourself. Bowdoth wishes to go. The voice was abrupt to jump into the boy's mind. We should be getting food. Not standing around as, um, as you are.
Bowdoth Name: Midnight Bowdoth (bow-doth) [boʊ dɒθ] Hex color: 000267, 121212 Adult size: 27 feet About: Bowdoth doesn't say much but he will say what's on his mind. He finds the company of others pleasant enough, though he'll be a roughhouser in weyrlinghood if not longer. Actions speak louder, after all. He will act whenever he gets the itch and that may put him in a tough spot with his peers but it will never be said of him that he gets little done. Bowdoth rarely holds anger or grudges, he's quick enough to provide his own shove of justice.
Post by aliceinwonderland on Mar 20, 2015 22:59:54 GMT -8
Tai watched the pair of brothers tire of their play and lie in a heap, smiling at the occasional half-hearted swipe they took at each other.
He noticed the arrival of the bronze and observed the slow, neat progress of the small egg, he ignored the bronze, of no interest to him, even though he was a handsome he supposed, he was curious to see what the little darling to come would be.
As focused as he thought he was on the arriving Hatchings and the private bets he was making with himself on what colour and sex the remaining unhatched eggs would contain, he didn't notice the little Midnight get to his feet and make his way in his direction.
He did briefly glance back at the bright Flame, now alone and blinked, where did the other go?
T'ai, Mine. Or however you call yourself. Bowdoth wishes to go. The voice was abrupt to jump into the boy's mind. We should be getting food. Not standing around as, um, as you are.
Tai felt a rush of surprised pleasure, giddy relief and the resolution of his own strong self-belief in himself, at the new voice. He was worthy! He did have a dragon lifemate, why had he doubted even for a moment?
He dropped to his knees, crying unashamable tears of at the ungainly nature of emotions swamping him, and hugged the small, sand covered Midnight that was now his.:
"That is a rather silly thought, Mine. I am here, you are here, we are together now. Let us go, this sand needs to come off and I need food." The young dragonet said nuzzling his new rider as their eyes met, the baby dragon's eyes changed to the rainbow of Impression.
Bodowth's love and utter certainty poured into the boy's being and circulated, the strong, capable and tough but sincere Midnight's personality ensnaring his heart and soul.
T'ai staggered to his feet, reeling under the onslaught of another mind and heart mingling with his, as his tummy rumbled, echoing his new dragonet partner's hunger.
"Come then, food it is, then a bath." He answered making sure he kept pace with him.