Trella carefully watched the pink that was examining her and the other girls, though she made sure to pay at least some attention to the other happenings as well. It was this that saved her from a bat of the green’s tail. It sure was a demanding thing, behaving the way it was.
The brown Impressing had her clapping, though she did not know the boy it Impressed to. She put them out of her mind, deeming them unimportant for now. Her attention was much more focused on the pair of girls near her, ready to act if they one of them got too aggressive. Thankfully, the pink turned away. It then Impressed the girl she had noticed Tarakuro trying to greet earlier. After that that pair was put out of her mind as well, her attention given to the dragonets still looking and the eggs yet unhatched. She nodded back to Tarakuro when she saw him looking her way.
It was then that the next two made their rather dramatic entrance. Trella felt rather bad for the poor Sundance, she was glad to see it went to near where Tarakuro was. She felt certain he would look after it. The purple was apparently still set on being confrontational. She braced herself, ready to take action if the situation became dangerous
It was impossible to tell if anything was being said between the two dragonets that stared at each other, but one moment they were both still, the next the Purple was barreling toward the Brown. With a sudden movement, the Brown rolled, and the Purple was speeding past him, having to round again to have another attempt. With no further prompting, the Brown ducked to the eggs that remained, weaving among them before watching to see what was what. The Purple was not so dexterous, running squarely into one of the eggs before chasing after the Brown.
The egg fell over, revealing a black leg and tail. Finding a foothold, the occupant of the egg pushed, and with a great effort freed themselves of the remaining egg. A lovely little female dragonet who was mostly black. As she stretched, apparently pleased with being free, it was clear that along her wings as they were held up to light, there was a sheen of deep purple along them. However, when she looked around, finding only the candidates and her Green and Sunlance siblings before her, she bounced forward, eager to get moving. She seemed to greet her Sunlance brother and Green sister, before finding a nice spot in the female candidates to look for her rider.
The Sunlance peered out, watching his other brothers in their conflict. He gently moved himself between the male candidates, catching his breath. He was quite careful not to step on toes or anything. Still, he hardly looked up when his sister passed by. His breathing was slower though, perhaps the candidates around him were calming him down. After a moment though, he looked around at them and seemed a bit more agitated. The little dragon was worried about something.
On the sands, two eggs remained. Largest and smallest stood, still shaking and untouched by the Purple and Brown. Suddenly the smallest tipped over, a little white tail sticking out of it. It wavered for a bit, but further progress remained to be seen. The largest continued to create a web of cracks on its shell but no pieces fell off. Until the dragonets started to move back in their chase. As it moved past the eggs and started toward the female candidates. Then it started to have bits of shell fall to the sand.
The Black-Purple didn’t notice at all. The Green dragoness, having headed back to the other side of the female candidates, did not either. The Sunlance however, saw and made a little cry, as he saw impending danger.
Well at this point Tarakuro had no eyes for any of the candidates, even though he still had one new friend upon the sands. The rest of the candidates he was familiar with but didn’t know them in any close manner what so ever. But he was fairly certain that Trella was alright, and besides, from what he could tell, she could take care of herself reasonably well. At first meeting she seemed rather independent to him anyway. But one could bet if hostilities moved toward her and seriously threatened her, he would likely be there to help. Well in any case, his focus was entirely upon the feisty Purple and cool-headed Brown brothers. The Purple seemed intent on destruction. The Brown didn’t seem to want any of it and as action ensued, the brown merely focused on diversion and dodging tactics rather than engaging in the Purple’s hostilities. This Tarakuro applauded, although he watched the Purple warily. He honestly wished he would turn his attention to the Candidates and choose his bonded and get himself off the sands… He was a danger to the others and would certainly be a handful to whoever impressed him. He looked down the line of boys and shook his head a little. He quickly checked in on the little dainty Green who was still picking her way slowly through the female candidates.
His attention was drawn back to the Purple’s rampage by a loud smashing of shell sound. His eyes widened a tad, but the being within the attacked egg seemed unharmed. The black leg and tail poked out. Tarakuro split his attention between the still quarreling males and the lovely little Black-Purple lady. She was a sight to behold to be sure. Tarakuro admired how the light played off the purple in her wings. She was fantastic. But she didn’t stall long before wandering over to look over the female candidates. That little one looked happy and she was quite a beauty to look at. Someone would be lucky to partner with her. Or would she be a handful like some of her other siblings? That much would have to wait to be seen.
Once the new little hatchling was out of harm’s way with her Green sister, surveying the female candidiates, Tarakuro would allow his attention to move back to the quarrelers. Naturally he didn’t forget the little Sunlance nearby who seemed so frightened of the conflict. He looked down to where the little Sunlance stood and nodded in approval and relief to see he wasn’t badly harmed. He noticed how he was very careful in his movements, focused mainly on the fighter brothers. And thus Tarakuro would return his attention to the Brown and Purple. He did not notice the agitation of the Sunlance nearby and only sought to keep himself as calm as possible.
He allowed his gaze to be drawn from the quarrel long enough to survey the two remaining eggs. The largest and the smallest… Curious… He grinned as a little white tail appeared. How cute… He was curious as to what would come out of that shell. But the largest one also drew his attention and curiosity. He noticed the cracks that started to appear and his eyes were glued upon it, even to forgetting the Purple and Brown. What did the shell hold… It held his attention riveted only to it.
His attention was so absolute that the Sunlance’s little cry made him about jump out of his skin with fright. Oh good grief! He looked to the Sunlance wondering just what terrified the little dragon so… It couldn’t be good… Then again the Sunlance was afraid of the Purple… Yet the fear he displayed now seemed even worse… What did that large egg hold…
Trella did not like the look of the chase that was happening between the purple and the brown, but at least it had some benefits. She was very happy to see another dragonet. The new little one was a beauty. She loved the way the black and purple worked together, they made for a wonderful combination. She also seemed more friendly than some of her siblings, actually taking the time to greet them. Trella gave her attention to the new hatchling as it came to look at her group of candidates.
She switched some of her attention back to the remaining eggs when she heard some noise from the audience. She was happy to see the littlest egg hatch, the small white tail sticking out presenting a very cute picture. She hoped that the little one was able to get out okay, she had heard that whites sometimes had difficulty hatching.
She returned her attention to the dragonets nearest her until she heard a cry of alarm from the sunlance. She looked up to see the purple chasing the brown in their direction and prepared herself to move, grateful for the warning cry.
The loudness of it all. The roar and cries and shouts. Emmeline didn't know what to do. She hurt. But Rioth needed to be here to eat.
My head is killing me.
Can't you block it out?
No. Everything seemed extra loud. Extra bright. The glare off the sands made her eyes water.
"Excuse me," she tugged the sleeve of a passerby. "I have a terrible headache. Do you have anything for that? Some water?"
With an affirmative the person was off, hopefully to return and not merely escape the wilted looking Emmeline.
Emmeline-love, you're going to be alright?
"I think so..." she said in a low voice, its sound crushed under the weight of the Hatching. She sat still for some time. Emmeline rubbed at her temples and was grateful then to receive the promised water. She drank it all and put the cup down, looking up now at the Hatching again. More eggs hatched. Still no one headed this way with a dragonet at their side. More attention for her and Rioth then. Though she knew others should and ought to join them soon. Tarakuro was still out there, unhurt as far as she could tell.
You know that one? Rioth barged in.
Yes. Since I was little.
But you are little.
Her overwhelm and cycling headache dulled her anticipation. She didn't notice so quickly the upset that was coloring the scene.
The large egg paused for a moment as the two brother’s fight drew ever closer to the female candidates. A great effort was given, and suddenly the egg splintered around the dragonet. Though young yet, what was revealed was a very large Brown, whose hide was a chocolate color. He shook the shell off his head before starting to run toward his other brothers, looking determined.
Meanwhile, the Sunlance, who had been watching the dragonets, tilted his view slightly. One of the candidates was getting too close. In a rush, the Sunlance moved, lightning quick, and pulled on their robe. It was clear that once the candidate looked down, they had impressed the light colored dragonet.
The Green finally looked up, hearing squabbling behind her. She spun smoothly toward her brothers and let out a hiss, reprimanding them both. The Purple looked up, cross with the Green now. The dark Brown didn’t look up, he watched the Purple. The Green huffed, looking away for a moment, and the Purple attempted to pounce on her. Two things happened at once. The Green, who it appeared had diverted her attention, ducked and almost seemed to slither right out of the Purple’s grasp. Or it would have seemed that way if the chocolate Brown hadn’t barreled in to block his attempt. The Green, looking cross, went back to the female candidates. The Purple found himself sandwiched between the brown dragons, though it remained to be seen how that would go.
Oddly enough, this didn’t faze the Black-Purple. Either she just didn’t hear or was ignoring what was going on, she continued to look through the female candidates. Suddenly she bounced forward, her mind voice so very cheerful. [smear:241727]Miiiiiine! [/smear:613d6a] The dragoness’ every step was longer and longer until she just stretched a bit too far and fell onto the sands in a heap in front of Trella. [smear:241727]Trella, Mine you should have been a teensy bit closer. [/smear:613d6a] The little dragonet rumbled with mirth. [smear:241727]Don’t worry, I’m not hurt. I am hungry though, let’s go meet everyone while we eat! Or I guess I’ll eat, if they don’t have food for you Mine. I’m Vaidath! [/smear:613d6a] The last word was punctuated as though she almost forgot to mention it.
Meanwhile the last egg flopped on its side , tail still free, the rest of the dragonet was not.
Name: Piedoth Color: Sunlance (m) Personality: Piedoth got the Sunlance protective nature in spades. Almost over protective, every little event is important, all dangers are considered. While not very big, Piedoth is lightning quick, and has a big wingspan for his color. Should he put his mind to it, he could get out of danger in a heartbeat. Don’t let the kind temperament and the occasional fretting over his rider fool you though. It might not be his first choice, but Piedoth will jump in to a fight if he has to. A quick study, this Sunlance likes to spend his free time improving himself. Part of that is his desire to not be idle too long, but he mostly just wants to be ready for anything. The more danger he feels in the world, the more he will push himself. However, even if he dislikes being idle, hanging out with his rider never falls under that category. After all, even if it’s not ‘an event’, an evening chat is just as important. Hex: ede9ba Adult Length: 26 feet Impresses: ADOPTABLE
Name: Vaidath Color: Black-Purple (f) Personality: Vaidath is perfectly comfortable in social circles. In fact, it is her personal goal to know EVERYONE. Always full of energy, this girl will be full of the local gossip and fun upcoming events. Let it be known that there is a party and Vaidath will know about it and be there. While she is happy to be social, she can have difficulty picking up on subtler cues. This can result in her missing something important and hurting feelings, or in dragging people along despite their wishes. She can fix this, if she has a little help. While not exactly vain, this dragoness does care about how she looks. Often it doesn’t get in the way of anything, just showing itself when she checks with her rider on her appearance. However, when there is an event, you better believe she wants to look her best. After all, the first step to having fun at a party is making sure that if the spotlight comes your way, you look the part, right? Hex: 241727, 613d6a Adult Length: 30 ft Impresses: Trella
Trella was watching the two headed her way when the large egg split open. She laughed a bit when the green finally had enough of her brothers and went to try and put a stop to their fighting. Whoever Impressed that one sure would have a handful. Her attention was diverted when the only dragonet that had stayed with the female candidates bounced to her, her voice ringing through Trella’s head.
As the realization that this dragonet was hers past through her head, Trella acted without thinking. She fell to her knees and through her arms around the beautiful girl, joy singing through her. She realized in that moment that she had found the being in this world that would be her first priority. With the new bond running through her, she swore to do anything it took to keep her dragon safe and happy.
It was her dragonets’ hunger that got her to her feet. “Of course Dearest, anything that you need.” Her bond would lack for nothing that it was in Trella’s power to provide her with. [smear:241727]Why do you sound so serious Mine? Food is wonderful, but surely not great enough to make you sound like that.[/smear:613d6a]
Trella turned a smile on her bond. "Nothing for you to worry about my Vaidath. I was simply coming to a realization. Come, let's get you some food." With that she led her dragon away from the chaos her siblings were causing.
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Tarakuro found to keep everything in his sight at once. Watching over the other candidates and watching over the dragonets, and also watching for the one who would be his own. Tarakuro watched with concern as the babies continued their chase. He dearly hoped that the Purple and Brown wouldn’t harm eachother. This instigation of the Purple had taken place since the moment of his hatching… Somehow Tarakuro dearly hoped the Purple wasn’t his as he wasn’t certain he could handle such energy and hostility… And yet if he was who the dangerous little one chose, then he was who fate deemed worthy to pair with him. And he would make due as best he could. Well in any case he watched the chaos. He couldn’t help himself but he grinned a little as the little Princess Green made her way over and hissed her annoyance at her fighting brothers. The Brown completely ignored her outburst while the Purple hissed a challenge right back, averting his ire to their sister.
Tarakuro paused to look around for Emmeline, for where the newly joined pairs went to. He wondered how she was doing. He knew very well that sometimes big events like this could stress her out, even if she didn’t want others to know. He cared for the young woman very much and found it hard to have her so far off where he couldn’t defend her and protect her if necessary. Not to say Emmeline was weak… He would never say that. Especially not to her… Well in any case, he gave another warm grin as his gaze checked on Trella. Still unhurt and waiting to impress, watching the babies just as he was. He continued to survey the area noting that the little Sunlance had moved on and rapidly impressed. He smiled warmly for the skittish little one. He was a little sad that this one hadn’t been his own as he had held quite the protective feeling for it. But perhaps it was for the better and he was better suited to the young man that he chose. The dragon knew best… Tarakuro did often wonder how… How did they know and why were some overlooked while others were chosen? He never did understand that and it was a bit of a sore spot for him.
Suddenly a movement caught his eye as the Purple suddenly launched himself for his Green sister. But the sister moved and the Purple was rather roughly intercepted by a very large chocolate Brown! Wait! Where did he come from? How the heck did he miss that? Tarakuro eyed the large dragonet with awe and wonder. He must have come from the largest egg. Yes, this was confirmed when he glanced over noticing that the little white tail was still trying to fully free itself. He frowned a little wondering if the little one needed help. For now it was still struggling and fighting, so he would keep his place… But if the little one seemed to suffer or need help, Tarakuro would be right there.
Another movement caught his eye as the beautiful little Black-Purple lady ambled right over to the girls and stopped in front of none other than his dear Trella, another girl he was beginning to feel strong protective tendencies toward. He couldn’t help the broad grin as he watched the interaction between dragonet and his friend. She was THRILLED. No… Beyond thrilled! Thrilled couldn’t even start to describe how Trella clearly felt about impressing. Tarakuro couldn’t help but chuckle softly, casting her a broad wink and nod of approval if she happened to look his way. He wasn’t one to applaud wildly, but his approval at the activity was obvious in his response. Well soon enough she and her new beloved left the sands. Ah both his lady friends had impressed… This heartened Tarakuro and yet depressed him a little at the same time… He had not impressed… But then again hope should not be given up! There was time and dragons yet on the sands. He would return his attention to them giving them his full and undivided attention that they deserved. The hatching was not over.
Emmeline heard the shuffle of feet and the plop of meat into a bowl. Another one coming then. She looked up to see a girl and the Black-Purple heading their way. And a boy with that Sunlance. Two more then. She looked over at Rioth and one of the three Brown brothers. Four then, accounted for. Five to go. Chances for Tarakuro.
How is the food getting along with you, dear?
Along with me? I ate it. Now it's gone. What are you even asking?
"EMMELINE!" a loud voice announced. Emmeline cringed. Ouch.
"Now ma'am we need you to stay-" a male voice protested.
"Nonsense! She's my niece. Can't you see what a fit she's in? She should be smiling ear to ear and on her feet. Let me see her," Coralee tried to muscle through. The man looked over at another one of those tending the dragonets.
"Cora, I'm fine," Emmeline swirled around on the seat. She wobbled and felt her head spin. It hurt something terrible.
"Headaches? Really? On your grand Impression day, headaches?" Cora's eyes glazed over as she sent a message to her dragon. Someone would be arriving with something more useful for her precious niece than water.
"Cora, I'm fine," Emmeline repeated, waving her arm in uncoordinated dismissal.
Why are all the people making your head hurt?
Pretty sure that's you, love, Emmeline replied. She tried to smile, but the twinge in her head left her with a wince.
Emmeline felt a wash of sadness. No. No, Rioth. Darling. Dearest. Not like that. I love you. I can feel it, it's just being held back by this head pain. From all the noise probably. And since you hear it too, and I hear it from you, that's double the noise. And it hurts.
I'm sorry. Can I keep my noise out of your head so it won't hurt?
I'll adjust. It just might take some time. Don't worry. Aunt Cora, the yelling woman there, she'll get Nana to bring some tea like she usually does. I'll get better. Like how you were hungry, but now aren't.
The man won't give me anything more to eat. Rioth pouted with the indignant voice of the young.
There will be more later.
Trying to take the matter away from the exasperated workers, Emmeline tried to stand. It was a slow process and she found hands helping her again, but she was too exhausted to be frustrated. There wasn't anything she could do about any of this. "I'm fine."
"Clearly, young lady, you are not." Aunt Coralee retorted. "But, you are also a weyrling now. And some congratulations are in order once you're feeling better."
You're okay with our Impression day being like this?
What else should it be? I found you. And I love you. And you love me. And I'm taken care of, and now you will be taken care of. And---oh, the excited face of Trella entered their shared thoughts. You feel bad you are not more like her. I did not want her. I want you. ...you are able to smile, right? Rioth asked, attempting a joke.
Yes, love, Emmeline smiled faintly. Yes, I am smiling.
The Green reached the end of the female candidates and placed herself in front of the very last one. Brothers forgotten, the Green and her rider went off the sands together, though it remained to see how that pair would grow.
The two Browns stared at the Purple, standoff continuing. The Purple looked back toward the darker Brown, something apparently being said. After a moment the Purple turned toward the candidates, and the Brown brothers watched him go. The darker Brown moved first, trotting over to the males and looking directly at his rider. It had taken him a long time for a dragon that had known from the get go who he was meant to be bonded to. The chocolate Brown started looking through the male candidates, finding himself next to his Purple brother as they looked. They exchanged a look, before continuing to look down the line of males.
On the sands, the tail continued to move, until the egg spilled open. The dragon was a pure white creature with steely blue across her face. She righted herself, before tilting her head and making a beeline for the female candidates. She had to look them over quickly.
The male dragons moved, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but they continued on. Eventually, the Brown stopped, the Purple continuing on as his brother impressed. T’kuro, could we get food? Galvath is very hungry after dealing with my brother. The big Brown seemed exhausted. Apparently hatching then speeding across the sands like that was draining.
Finally, the Purple, with no more of his siblings bothering him, turned from the male candidates to the stands. With a great cry, one of the audience members went down to the sands, the new pair then went to be fed.
Name: Riavath Color: Green Personality: Riavath wants to do everything RIGHT. A perfectionist to the core, everything must be just so. She can let go when it is something she has no control over, but when it comes to herself she practice for hours to get the smallest things right. Keenly observant, and with good control of her physical attributes, Riavath is something of a slippery creature. She almost never runs into anything on accident, having uncommon grace on both the ground and in the air. Despite her desire for perfection, she has a soft spot for people who try their best. Though she acts standoffish at times, she always makes time for teaching others the tricks that come so easily for her. Though she will often act as though it is some grand favor. Hex: 54c473 Adult Length: 20 feet Impresses: ADOPTABLE
Name: Zasth Color: Brown Personality: Zasth spends every spare moment relaxing. One might think that would make him extraordinarily lazy, but this Brown feels that his off time is well deserved. Frighteningly intelligent, Zasth can do his work efficiently, figuring out the exact amount of energy required for the desired outcome. His desire to keep work to a minimum results in a keen sense for shortcuts, and new more efficient ways of doing things. He doesn’t actually shirk work, but Zasth is pretty convinced that life is more than a series of tasks for he and his rider to do. Hex: 231010 Adult Length: 29 feet Impresses: ADOPTABLE
Name: Galvath Color: Brown Personality: A burly dragon, Galvath is usually a calm and relaxed creature. He has it within him to be a powerful warrior though. He doesn’t shy away from anything that he is responsible for, even down to the smallest tasks. It matters little if he is actually good at an activity, he’ll not shy from it. Any challenge given, he will attempt, his pride not allowing him to step back once he has agreed to something. This is a double edged sword, because it means even if he reasonably should stop he won’t. This can lead to failure, but sometimes this persistence will lead to success where another dragon might have failed. When it comes to a challenge that both his own pride, and those he considers himself defender of are in jeopardy, Galvath can do amazing things. Hex: 3f0303 Adult Length: 35 feet Impresses: Tarakuro - T'kuro
Name: Omith Color: Purple (m) Personality: Like most of his color, Omith has energy. This energy tends to be used for getting into trouble. This dragon dislikes being contained. Rules that he doesn’t like are ignored, restrictions are horrible, and normal is boring. Yelling doesn’t work, Omith will only understand if explained calmly. At his worst, Omith could be just a reckless dragon, and accidentally hurt those around him. At his best, Omith could innovate. Since he doesn’t like boundaries, he questions the foundations of the way things are, and that could lead him to answers where others don’t see problems. As to what he could grow into, well, that remains to be seen. Hex: 932a7b Adult Length: 30 feet Impresses: ADOPTABLE
Well now that both Emmeline and Trella had both impressed, Tarakuro allowed himself to focus fully upon the hatchlings. He watched as the little Green finally reached the very last female and just when it seemed she wouldn’t impress a female, she found hers. He grinned just a little at this and shook his head a little, not at all envying the girl that impressed that one… It would take a strong hand to keep her in line… Or were things not what they seemed there? Well he soon looked over at the brothers as they had their standoff, none of them moving a bit until suddenly the Purple decided to wander off without another altercation. Curious! Well Tarakuro watched as he came right over to the male candidates, finally seeming to be eager to find his bonded.
Tarakuro watched the other two, the Brown brothers begin their search too. Well the darker Brown’s search was very short as he moved right over to the rider he wished. He grinned just a little at the little brown’s certainty in choice and so quickly he found him as if he had known all along. Tarakuro’s heart sank a little. That was one more down that wasn’t to be his. Perhaps he would be left standing this time too… There were still many boys to choose from after all. Well there was still the larger Brown and the Purple… Then there was that mystery egg… It was but a tiny thing, but it was a possibility that it would choose him. He watched the two brothers as they surveyed the Candidates together. He drew himself up to his full height and sighed to relax himself a tad. He couldn’t panic himself or work himself into a state. No dragon would come to him then!
Just then the other egg split and spilled it’s precious contents. Tarakuro grinned at what he saw. She was a beauty to be sure! Very curious in coloring… He wondered how her temperament was. But he wasn’t to know… The little one darted right over to the females and found hers among them very quickly. It seemed there was quite a bit of certainty in that one. Well the brothers were still perusing the male candidates and both were coming more and more near. He completely expected to be overlooked, and the Purple did just that, trotting right on by. But the reason for the Purple continuing by was almost immediately understood. The little Brown stood right in front of him, gazing right into his eyes, his own eyes whirling with the rainbows that spoke of the Impression he was experiencing. Tarakuro’s eyes widened as his mind was filled with the certain voice of the dragonet. There was no room for doubt. Galvath had chosen him and him alone to bond his life with. His eyebrows rose and his breath caught in his chest. After these turns… He was not to be left standing after all! This was certainly the best and would be the most memorable turnday to be sure. T’kuro couldn’t help but beam at the dragonet before nodding eagerly. “Oh yes of course Galvath… Let’s get you some food… And I must say, you did wonderful in the dealings with your brother.” He complimented the little dragonet who looked neither pleased with this nor displeased. It was necessary Mine… Why do you look at me like that?[/font] The dragonet cocked his head to the side looking inquiringly up at the youth. T’kuro shook his head softly and placed a gentle hand upon the head of his beloved lifemate. “It’s nothing… I’ve just… It feels like I’ve waited for you a long time. And now you’re here…” Of course I’m here… I’m to be yours and you are Mine. It is how it is. The dragonet had no concept of this having taken a long time or how long he had been left standing. You had to wait for me and only me.[/font] He stated the fact as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “And what a worth while wait it was…” He murmured with a smile before moving toward the food barrels. “Now let’s get you some food and check on Emmeline and Trella.” He smiled to his dragonet who tilted his head a little in inquiry. Did you share a hatching with them? I feel they are special to you. T’kuro grinned ruefully and shook his head slowly. “Not exactly Galvath… They are not related to me, but there is more to family than blood… Emmeline I have known since we were very young… Trella I just met, but I feel a bond to them. It’s called friendship.” Galvath nodded but his hunger pangs were very forceful through their bond. I would like to understand, but first I must eat… “Of course.”
The two had finally made it to the barrels where Galvath wasted no time in digging in. T’kuro swelled with pride as he saw Emmeline and Trella with their lifemates. He approached them, his eyes glowing with pride and joy. “We did it…” he murmured softly to them. But he eyed Emmeline with apprehension. “Emmy… Are you alright?” He noticed her aunt and dipped into a gentle respectful bow. “Madam Coralee.” He smiled to her but soon focused most of his attention upon Emmeline, concerned for her well being of course. He made sure Galvath was eating what he needed, but his attention was slightly split for the time being.
"You drink this," Leora said, putting the mug into Emmeline's hands. "And give it a minute."
The young weyrling was already buried into the herbal tea. She felt a drop slide down the side of her face and fall away. They'd cooled it so she could drink it quickly. Like she liked. It tasted bitter anyway. "Thanks, Nana," Emmeline returned the mug. Leora found a spot to put it down as if she had never picked it up.
"You're welcome sweetheart," she said, pulling her granddaughter into a hug. "And the folks over there rolling their eyes at your Aunt Cora will get over themselves. It's a big day for the Fairgolds! I'm not sure how they keep the other families cooped up on the Stands."
Emmeline blushed. She was starting to finally feel the happiness take prominence.
"So, my little Emmette, what's her name?" Leora asked, peering over at the Pink. A right pretty thing.
"She's." Emmeline stopped. It was such an important thing to announce. She felt a wince coming on. She waited for the pain to pass. "Sorry," she apologized.
"No, no. You take your own time." Leora encouraged. Today was for celebrating. The strict part was over. Hatching finishing up and her family Impressed.
Emmeline smiled. It took a minute but then she was feeling better. She squared herself up and looked at her Nana. "Rioth." Pause. "Her name is Rioth."
Not so loud, dearest.
"Rioth is a lovely name."
And they spent a moment just being there. Trying to soak it in. Imperfect. But perfect, but it was life, it was real.
"You've got some color back in you!" Cora announced, breaking in. "Good. They're shooing us, mom. Of course they're not winning but better they think that."
"What a handful my daughter is," Leora joked. The two gave each other a look. Not sure how to interpret the change from typical words and behaviors. Well, it was Emmeline's Impression day. So it would stand. "Let's go then," Leora agreed. "Looks like your bratty friend Impressed too," Leora added with a wink and started off. She'd be getting first dibs on the best morsels for this party. She didn't eat all that much, really. Cora kept hovering. Emmeline winced. Certainly she could go find something else to do. The Rider woman returned a nod to the weyrling and his greeting.
But what had Nana said? She looked back out at the Hatching to see Tarakuro there, and quite a few more dragonets around them now. It was over. How? When? Tarakuro was with one of them!
A Brown. Wow. She danced around the Brown as he arrived, only to wobble when the receding pain rolled back in. Ouch. "Emmeline!" Cora scolded. Double ouch. She felt an arm supporting her again. She frowned and waited it out. Rioth would adjust. She'd adjust. "Hey, Tak."
"A Brown. How like you." she commented, trying to straighten herself up to stand unsupported. She made it most of the way there, though she felt the roar and the noise get worse.
I'm not doing anything!
I'm not. The Pink snorted.
"Rioth," Emmeline gestured at the Pink. "We've got a headache. Bonding benefits, right?"
I'm not doing anything.
I'm tired now and your ouch makes that hard. Can we sleep now?
(This isn't going to be the greatest. I've been working soooo much lately)
She was late! Perhaps it wasn't that much of a surprise, given how easily the young woman was distracted and how long she'd gone without a true concept of structured time apart from the changing of the seasons. But this time she was late because she'd been in some obscure part of the Weyr, deep in the lower caverns, painting on the walls where no one would yell at her. She'd started painting her room in the candidate barracks only to be forced to scrub all of the walls down as a punishment; she didn't understand why she was being punished.
So it had taken her an inordinate amount of time to get back to her room, covered in paint as she was, and change into her robes. By the time she skittered onto the sands, her wispy hair a mess and her face sporting smudges of purple and green and her hands even more colors of the rainbow, several of the eggs had already hatched and it would seem that two of them were already paired off.
Blue eyes bright, she looked around for the unruly mop of dark hair that belonged to her bestest friend in the whole of Pern (whether he liked it or not) as she took her place with the other candidates. When he was either found or not found and she could not stand to look away from the babies any longer, she turned her attention back to the clutch and began to bounce on the balls of her feet, blowing a puff of air at her hair to get the pale, wispy strands out of her face.
The little White-Darkblue seemed to be looking for a little while, not really seeing what she was looking for in the female candidates. However, after a time something seemed to have changed and the little creature seemed to give a relieved sigh. Of course the little dragon knew who hers was, after all, she had known when the correct hand had so much as brushed her shell. She went over to Ailys, looking deep into the girl’s eyes. [smear:e0e0e0]Ailys, my heart, where were you? I was sorely missing you. Oh, it doesn’t matter now, we are together. I’m Sylfith! I will always be with you now.[/smear:343f64] The little one was so very pleased.
And thus the hatching closed, Salfinth giving a great breath of relief. The Purple dragoness dearly hoped her clutch grew up well, but now it was not her that would look over them. It was the lovely humans they had bonded to.
Name: Sylfith Color: White-Darkblue Personality: Sylfith is a friendly, sweet creature. She loves making friends, but she knows that nothing will ever compare to the connection she has with her rider. This two toned dragon is intensely aware of how people connect with each other. Not just the pleasant talk and friendly smiles. Deeper than that. Motives that make people say one thing but not another. Pain that prevents saying anything that isn’t superficial. Darkness that people put masks on to hide. Though she never quite knows what people are thinking, she is impressively intuitive when it comes to relationships, both between two people and what others think their connection to her is. When something hurts her, she has a tendency to push it down, and let nothing but positive feelings be shown. To her rider, she will bring her pain to if it is not a burden, but doesn’t want to trouble them unnecessarily. She always considers what is best for her rider, and is most shrewd in social circles when she is trying to get what she wants. Whether it be the center of attention, or outside of the limelight, Sylfith will arrange it, all with a kind gaze and a friendly word. Hex: e0e0e0, 343f64 Adult Length: 19 feet Impresses: Ailys