The Luck of Dragons [E] (Archith's Fourth Hatching)

[thelifeweaver]

“Sorry kid, but even if it’s hard to talk, I need you to.” The Healer urged before continuing on “Where did you hit the wall? It helps if you can point to the area.”. Rythal obliged, using his free arm to rub along his left-side where he had felt he’d impacted. He seemed to examine him methodically before scowling.

Was there more to his injuries than the Rider had seen?

The scowl then transformed into an aggravated sigh, that caused Rythal’s heart to thump furiously once more - the colour draining from his face. When the healer spoke Ry had anticipated the worst. “If you want a professional opinion, you should be on bedrest after this. Or rather right now.” he said gruffly, which wasn’t the worst news all things considering, his imagination had provided far worse imagery.

The healer then leant backwards. “But I can’t move you until I make sure I can.” He added on to which Rythal could only nod; albeit briefly and painfully. It was then that something bewildering happened as a low song like sound resonated and shortly after the man himself seemed to hum a similar tune as well. It was confusion but Ry presumed it must have heard some other function - unless it was a deathsong, a part of his mind offered. The song or rather tone didn’t last long and when it ended the Healer released a second sigh, albeit one far less stressed.

“Good news you’ll live.” The healer informed and Ry gave another nod in response. Concerns lifted the movements of Dragonets once again took his fancy as he seemed to drift into an almost hypnotic observation of them. A Dragonet - one who’s color pattern he knew to be a cloud - moved up towards its Rider. A ruckus to another section of the arena brought the visage of a black clawing at the stands, clearing having found something of interest.

”Was all worth it, to see dis.” He murmured quietly to himself before looking at the Healer. ”Can you please stop them from asking me important questions for a bit? Dun wanna wake up and find I’ve signed up for Candidacy again.”

[Shoki]

The man gave another run along the candidate’s left side. No, just as he had thought, nothing broken. He didn’t promise that he wouldn’t have a nasty bruise though. The main issue was the rattling he had gotten to his head after so short a time.

Cr’wean gave a snort bark of a laugh at the kid’s request to not be asked anything important. Good enough. He seemed fine enough to be moved and Kiyosh had given her approval as well.

“Well I won’t ask ya anything then, I got my answers.” He grabbed this kid’s arm and started to pull him up. Shards, why did he always get the tall ones? “We’ll get you out of the way.” Normally he would be looking for another healer or a stretcher, but hatchings were certainly a thing. One healer alone had good enough mobility to not be in the way, but get a team and suddenly things got way more dangerous for everyone. Cr’wean got him situated enough that he was taking most of the burden.

“This will work better if you can walk a little bit.” His voice was tight, but it was hard to tell if it was his natural grumpiness, the early hour, or the effort he was exerting. With some effort he started to move them away to the entrance so he could get this boy some serious bedrest.

[thelifeweaver]

Hoisted upright once more Rythal couldn’t help but cringe as his body ached as he wobbled from to side unceremoniously. It was fairly clear that the healer was struggling and Ry tried his best not to make the activity any more strenuous. He wanted to grumble some form of apology but it wasn’t like this situation had exactly been his fault. ”“We’ll get you out of the way.” The Healer remarked.

A sense of urgency came surging from within and Ry spluttered out a hurried remark. “Can we stay in the sands, just till the end?” He asked the Healer, not entirely sure why he was asking; it was dangerous given his current state, not to mention he’d be putting the healing at risk at well. ”You can just dump me near the entrance until it’s safe to come get me. He offered.

Why? Why was he doing this, where was the usual calm and analytical mind that he relied upon? Was this what he’d been like after the Fire-Lizard had crashed into him the first time? He cringed as the question continued to pour forth. Seeking to silence his thoughts he focused on the Dragonets whilst endeavoring to stay aloft for the sake of the healer.

Perhaps he'd be able to sketch this scene after all, now that it was burned into his mind. 

[T'ren]

Quiet and to herself most of the hatching, Niylah had patiently stood back and watched everything panning out before her. Her eyes eagerly tracked the hatchlings on the sands, watching the ones who had impressed waddle off to find their forever bond. It was honestly a magical sight to see, the entire impression process. From the shards of an egg, still covered in goo to finding their riders and impressing. It was beautiful, and Niylah longed for the feeling for herself.


She was taken aback by the green swooping into the sands in the manner she had. It was unusual and frightening to say the least, and it took everyone by surprise. What she was truly unprepared for was Archith's response, and she bent over and sheilded her eyes when the massive queen stirred the sands and left her nest to banish the intruder. Once the dust had settled her eyes darted to all those around her, candidates and dragons. Everyone was still mostly okay and accounted for.

Niylah watched as Elysif impressed, turning her attention then to the black who eyed the stands curiously. She wondered what the little dragonet saw up there, perhaps there would even be a stands impression today. Only time would tell.


In the center, the shell of a new dragonet fell to the sands and from within it came something the lass was unsure she'd ever seen before. Magnificent colors, definitely an eye catcher. Niylah watched as she strode off towards the males, curious to see who she'd pick.
 Thirteen eggs, some still needing to hatch, some wandering the sands and others with their bonds already..a gorgeous clutch for Archith. Niylah wrung her hands nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as the warmth of the sands seemed to pierce through her sandals.

[Kaya]

The Black stared back defiantly at Dyranor. Him! Lost?! No, not him. Not Olanth. He shooed him! He leapt again, coming up short and claws clattering on the stone. He stared up at where the man had been and felt a gnawing sadness that churned his gut and clenched his throat. He couldn’t leave! No!

Olanth is not lost! Don’t walk away. Where are you going? Where would you go without me? his claws raked the stone to punctuate his words.

There was one egg left, sitting in the curved row of shells that had produced thus far twelve healthy dragonets. Archith would have been proud if she weren’t currently menacing the throat of that Green. The Citrine was well tuned in to the Queen’s irritation and was starting to take swipes at Candidates who didn’t move their feet fast enough. Nothing serious, as far as what dragons could deal, but a few young women would have shallow scratches on their legs healing for the next sevenday or so. She approached the Sunset, who didn’t move a muscle. The Citrine walked right into her, not backing down, and hissed. The Sunset didn’t react and stared at her quietly. The Citrine protested, swung out with her claws, and found only air. The Sunset looked at her smugly from a foot further back.

The Purple and Jungle had paired up now, looking through the young men together. The Jungle seemed to have the lead but would look back to encourage the Purple. It might be speculation, but their early friendship could easily carry through weyrlinghood.

In all the milling dragonets the one of unusual hide was growing more and more agitated. She had made it to the last two in line of the young women. She looked at one, waited, and turned away her wings lowering just a fraction of an inch before being picked up even higher. She strode up to the last girl, looked her right in the eye, and…nothing. This one wasn’t right either. She shrieked out in protest at the world, throwing her consciousness to search out as far as she was able. Where? Where?

A glimmer.

She leapt away in a streak of color, fiery reds and hot whites glowing amongst heated orange and yellows. Her dark claws tore at the sand, her speed increasing. She didn’t understand until she was nearly upon them. There was a man, too old, already taken, and he was stealing her Rider! No, no, no. In desperation she pounced, claws out to stop Cr’wean. Ten lashes pulled down through his shirt, his skin. The feeling confused her, the welling blood collecting on her claws perplexed. She tossed him aside and jumped up on Rythal, who in his wobbly state was about as likely to hold them up as a newborn runnerbeast. The blood on her claws smeared everywhere on his robes. [smear:#fffa00]No, no![/smear:#ff3c00:0] She wept. [smear:#fffa00]He cannot take you! R’thal. No. He cannot. I need you. You are my Rider. Do not go...[/smear:#ff3c00:0]do not go.





Name: Olanth
Color: Black (M) #070707
Personality: Olanth is a confident dragon and adores being around a lot of people. He cared deeply about his appearance to others and takes responsibility for how he acts and what that communicates. To that end, he holds himself to high standards and attempts to be as noble as possible. He might be considered a flirt, but the standards he holds himself to helps him not be insufferable.
Adult Length: 30 feet

Name: Tungurahuath [tʊŋɡʊˈrɑːwəθ Tung-gu-rah-waath]
Color: Molten #fffa00 #ff3c00 #000000, other hex codes
About: A force to be reckoned with, Tungurahuath is strong of will and claw. She will need a mentor for her strong emotions to be channeled into something productive, rather than destructive. Tungurahuath and her determined spirit will serve her Weyr and her goals well. Take caution that her frustrations and anxiety don’t boil over; purpose, a network of friends and a good listening ear, and enough flying will benefit her greatly. With all the attention that will inevitably come her way, will she shine in the spot light, or shun it entirely?
Adult Length: ??

[Shoki]

The boy’s attempt to assist his moment were appreciated. Cr’wean didn’t show it though, he kept his neutral work face. Well until the boy spoke again, when it changed to a baffled expression. They could very easily attract an angry dragonet or be buffeted when the Queen returned to the sands. He scowled but didn’t immediately dismiss it. However when he looked up he immediately regretted it.

“Shard it all.” Though the dragonet had dark black on her hide the bright flame colors were all too easy to spot. He knew what was about to happen. He tried to shift Rythal back, because he bloody well wasn’t going to let his patient get his head cracked open a third time if he had anything to say about it. Fortunately, the dragonet was aiming for him. Unfortunately, the dragonet was aiming for him.

Cr’wean growled as he was torn open, and flung back. The sand was a welcome thing to fall on, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. He held onto his healer’s analysis for a moment. There was about to be a lot of bleeding. He growled, which was punctuated with a hiss coming from above him. He didn’t look up at Kiyosh, but she had hopped to him and was hovering, head down and hissing. He was used to it. He pushed himself back, and grabbed onto her large clawed foot to have something to sit on. As he grabbed at his back, he never stopped talking.

“Shard that dragonet. I would say Burn it but clearly it already has. Shows what I have to do. Pick a war and all I get is exhaustion and barely sleep but, go figure, this is the real war ground. Blasted tunnelsnakes can’t have a normal hatching like Lifewings. I ain’t gonna say that being deafened by music isn’t annoying but shard it no body is gonna kill you for trying to help out. Bloody shirt. Well at least your feathers don’t keep blood.” He had fished out the bandages and wrapped them around his torso, grimacing at having to sit up.

[smear:993300]Cr’wean…[/smear:A0522D]

“I’m fine! Blasted bird, I am not about to give in now.” He pushed himself up and hissed at the pain and brief vertigo. “You don’t worrying about me, worry about the other candidates.”

[smear:993300]You are adorable when you’re stubborn. [/smear:A0522D] She leaned down and used her beak to push him back from the dragonet that had mauled him. Cr’wean winced but didn’t make a sound. [smear:993300]Which is all the time.[/smear:A0522D]

Cr’wean scowled. He wasn’t going to bleed out on everyone now, he could try to get back to work. If Kiyosh wasn’t as sharding stubborn as he was.

[thelifeweaver]

For Rythal - no, R’thal - the events leading up to the awakening mattered little as a vast array of sensations and emotions spilled into his mind; jolting it back to life with a startling furocity. A foggy cloud was lifted for a first time in over a week and only now did he consider that perhaps an allergy to Weyr ointments he’d been given could very well have been the reason for his slowness. As to why he once again brought to normal was something he hadn’t the faintest clue but perhaps it had something to do with the foreign mind now irrevocably tied with his own.

First came the phantom hunger that gnawed at his gut that was dulled albeit mildly by the weight of the Dragonet upon it. It seemed almost endless, begging to be satiated but there was . Then came the curiosity, the wonder and questions. What was the red substance, why had the man tried to take him - they came so fast - casting aside language for the sake of expediting communication. It was both wonderous and frightening at the same time.

It was only now that the events leading up to this moment became clear and critical. His heart leapt when he realised whom the red-substance belonged to. He turned to look and saw the man perched before a vast avian creature he’d never seen but oddly it made sense that the earlier song belonged to it. How had he missed it, he wondered?

Firstly and more importantly there was a more pressing matter, he couldn’t breathe! Helping the Healer that had aided him would have to wait!

For the other half guilt was the first emotion brought forth through the newly forged linked between Dragon and Rider. Infantile and poorly thought dreams of freeing her Rider were brought crashing down as soon as they had soared. Tungurahauth knew a mistake had been made but not how to fix it as she looked towards her other half, tangled amidst a myriad of conflicting emotions.

A peculiar sensation burned across her chest, almost as if the air she’d only recently drank of was now being sucked away. Yet it wasn’t her that was experiencing the sensation and it didn’t take very long for her to realise why. Begrudgingly she unceremoniously removed herself from R’thal, plans to improve her snuggling method would be a must in the future. [smear:#fffa00]Tell him I’m sorry, mine. I’ll share my food if it helps! [/smear:#ff3c00:0] The dragonet’s voice resonated outwards into R’Thal’s mind as he rose to his feet and staggered over.

”Please. Let me help, I’m familiar with the basics.” He offered rather awkwardly as he held up his hands as a gesture of peace to the bird that overlooked him. “We’re sorry, this shouldn’t have been.” His head hung in shame as Tun remained a respectful distance, trying to remain calm as to not bleed more of her bubbling anxiety and hunger towards her rider.

[PhoenyxStar]

Phoenyx had been dropped off near the entrance to the hatching grounds and told to be careful apparently The queen was irritated and probably would not be so lenient on tardiness. She huffed and brushed the runner fur off her outfit as she walked briskly to enter the sands. The blonde girl obviously had an air of business about her as she entered only to show slight irritation at the heat that was causing discomfort. Brushing her hair back behind her ear Nyx was able to glance at the dragonets that had found their riders and what looked like a new color to walk the sands. Chewing on her lip her heart sank realizing that she had miss this hatching and would really have to wait until another clutch came.

[Shoki]

The party of Igenese were trying to make sense of it all. For himself, V’lan really didn’t know what to make of it all either. The event with the Green was unnerving, but honestly probably more embarrassing for them then for the Rainbow Mists folk. This was, after all meant to be an attempt at peace. Once everyone was feeling safe, the could return to the sands to view the eggs and watch impressions.

The recovery to normality didn’t last long.

The egg in the middle hatched, and revealed…something? V’lan began to wrack his brain for what color it could be. Flame? No, Flames didn’t have any black in them, and didn’t seem to match the pattern. Sunset didn’t match as well, and it did not look like a haze or dual color. V’lan tried to think. He had studied and studied, trying to prepare for any egg that could hatch so he would know the answer. What was this?

Some seats down R’le let out an amazed laugh and he turned down the line to see the Jr Weyrleader. The Cloudrider was always relaxed, but as a native, rider he would know. He was talking with the rider next to him, and for once V’lan was grateful for the expressive, almost theatrical way the other man talked. R’le’s arms went wide, his hand casual and his mouth, twisted into a grin made out words that V’lan could just pick up.

“I have no idea.”

V’lan leaned back. This was not a color R’le had seen before. Then that meant…The Bronze rider became pensive for a moment, considering this information. New. This was something unique. He had no ideas how those gathered would take this, for now they were mostly puzzled. But, the first words could move ideas and thoughts. So he leaned to one of his friends.

“How impressive, I did not think Doramath would be so lucky.”

“Oh?”

“Something so striking and unique, will surely make him proud.”

“Hoho, I’m sure, look at how all the eyes are drawn to it.”

V’lan continued, pushing down any reservations he might have at this new creature deep down. Even when it struck out he just said lightly that was what happened when you tried to take away a dragon’s rider and they all nodded along. As long as they were infected with his pleasant positivity, this could work.


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Doramath growled when Adorith appeared. The normally strictly proper Bronze could not abide this! This was his first clutch and Adorith was pulling her usual shenanigans. How dare she! On any other day he might have borne it, but he wanted this day for his first children! His wings flared and he was about to roar, but Archith beat him to it. The lovely golden Queen took this offense firmly into her own claws. The Bronze felt satisfied at that. He wouldn’t dare get in the way of his Queen’s edicts and was finally soothed enough to fold back his wings. With such things settled he turned to keep an eye on the eggs.

They were hatching, and the first of them impressed. He rumbled, pleased. With luck, all would do so. He wished for a spotless record this day. He watched each hatch and finally the large egg hatched into a curious new creature. He watched her, inspecting all and making her choice with such conviction. He approved of her, and his son that refused those on the sands in favor of one of those watching. He eyed the Lifewing on the sands though. He wasn’t sure if he liked the bird there, but it was a healer sort. With the claws and beak it possessed, it could harm one of his children though.

He decided that as long as was merely defending its rider, it could remain.

[Shoki]

Kiyosh turned when the new rider spoke, her head remaining low. Cr’wean scoffed for a seemingly unknown reason. However, those familiar with the pair understood that it was merely the man’s way of commenting on what the Lifewing was about to do. Since the serious danger had passed, she felt free to not hold back.

[smear:993300]Aren’t you just the cutest little one? Your little dragon has excellent taste in humans. No head down! Let me see you.[/smear:A0522D] She shifted to get a better look at R’thal and made a little grunt of approval. [smear:993300]Yes, just darling. Now we’ve all had an exciting time, and we quite know how hatchings are, so none of that sour face. If you do want to stay so dearly, you may but I think that perhaps it would be best that you grab a bowl of meat and we can take it slow to visit a healer’s bed, hmm?[/smear:A0522D]

She tilted her head back and looked at Cr’wean who was scowling. She meant to do this as a way to get them both looked at. Meddling bird.

“I’m fine kid. I am well practiced at field triage. If I need anything I know where to get it.” He tried to ignore the death stare from his life partner. He probably needed stitches and she knew it. Well too bad he was patched up enough to treat it casually, and honestly being annoyed helped his pain tolerance for some weird reason. The swearing mostly.

“She’s right though, we should either start to healers or you can grab food for your dragon there and watch until it’s over.” He eyed some of the other injuries the candidates had and frowned. He could do some light work. Kiyosh rotated her head as an equivalent to rolling her eyes.

[Kaya]

The Green had fled. Fear was a strong motivator, not to mention Archith's compelling argument of snapping teeth. Rilora was relieved she had not acquired any serious purchase on the Green's hide, leaving her with a light scrape as a chastisement at worse. The Gold remained agitated. She was looking back down at her hatchlings from the grouping of large ranking dragons. It vexed her that particular problem of getting back down.

"He has every right to pride," Rilora chimed in intermittently with V'lan's comments, agreeing without placing all her attention on the conversation. She was focused still on the Hatching, first and foremost because it was of critical importance to her and Archith, second because she genuinely wanted to watch, and thirdly her lack of engagement she believed would help V'lan's case best. She would present without surprise, or without exceptional excitement as would have been completely reasonable for the first new color to arrive in any Weyr in decades. To her Weyr. Her dragon. At this moment. She hoped for the best, eyeing the boy and his dragonet, both of whom she knew very little. Faranth willing they had level heads, as they'd surely get pulled into all this in some form or another.

[Cait]

Dyranor had been about to climb back up to where his cousin was seated when a sad, frantic voice halted him. Saddyris was looking at him funny and motioned for him to go and sit, but he couldn’t move. He’d not made that up, there had been another voice in his head beside his own and the Vrishna heir had a sneaking suspicion where it had come from. He heard the rake of claws against stone behind him and two very different emotions surged to the surface. Elation and dread. After turns spent amongst the dragonriders, a dragon had found him. He’d never really said as much to anyone but he’d always hoped that one might. But that meant that his life was about to drastically change and no doubt he’d get a cuff upside the head from Saddyris.

Wincing at his cousin, Dyranor spun back around and leaned over the edge of the wall again. The black dragon was still there and seemed to settle marginally now that they could see one another again. There you are D’nor! You will not leave me. Why are you up so high? Were you trying to hide?[/color] As his faceted eyes exploded in a rainbow of colors, the stately black dropped back to the sand and peered up at the young man whose hair was nearly as dark as the hatchling’s hide. “Saddyris is going to have a fit.” Dyranor--now D’nor apparently--muttered under his breath before he swung himself over the ledge, hung from the edge of the hot stone then dropped to the sands below, the sand shifting beneath him and causing him to fall back on his rump.

Taking advantage of the position, Olanth surged toward the young man he had chosen and placed his front claws on the man’s leg before looking up as someone shouted from the wall. It was a young woman who looked rather perturbed though when she spotted the little black her face paled. Feeling some sort of emotion that he didn’t particularly care for coming from D’nor, the black hissed at Saddyris and climbed further into his rider’s lap, unaware of the way his claws pricked and scraped in the process, ripping pants and drawing blood.

“Easy! Watch the goods, buddy.” D’nor warned, trying to ease the hatchling off his lap so he could stand up, but Olanth wasn’t budging. “It’s just my cousin. I promise I wasn’t hiding from you. I didn’t even know--” How could he have known? He was just a visitor that stayed at the Weyr because his cousin had negotiated for him to be allowed back in. He was...he used to be the heir of the Vrishna clan, here to prove that he was every bit as savvy as his cousin Saddyris though he’d had a rough start of it. Though now he had to wonder...a dragon wouldn’t fit in very well with a caravan. Maybe a white but Olanth wasn’t likely to stay that small.

“Up you go, lad. I need my legs. Ignore her, she’ll come ‘round.” He was sure of it. She always got over whatever he did to upset her and it wasn’t exactly like he could’ve had any idea that Olanth was going to find him. He’d just been trying to keep the little harper woman from getting blasted in the face with sand. Olanth seemed reluctant to let him up but with a bit more prodding and coaxing, the black eased off D’nor’s lap and let the young man up. Brushing his trousers off and inspecting the rips, D’nor frowned then shrugged. He’d have to change before the feast, which likely meant confronting Saddyris. Groaning, he placed his hand on top of Olanth’s head and began to walk in the direction he’d seen the first woman to Impress go.

[Kaya]

It was the Jungle and Purple that found their Riders next, a pair of young men standing near each other now found themselves Riders and headed away from the hot sands. As they walked, the Purple winced as his foot ran into something much firmer than the loose sand. He wobbled, trying to keep his balance, and swayed back and forth in a failing attempt to keep upright. He tumbled left, laughed it off and scurried back up. Unbothered by the clumsy Purple’s delay the Jungle and his Rider continued on, the other boy looking on and encouraging his dragon to hurry up. Once they were gone, a little Grey head poked up out of the sand. Several groups on the stands leaned forward, a few people squinting. Yes, there was a dragon there. Where had she come from? Had there been an egg there?

The other egg, which still held claim to being the last egg, wobbled at last and cracked. It burst into a mix of large and small pieces, patterned wings spilling out and quickly picking up sand. Dark blues and greys, a sparing group of silver flecking. He was a fine example of a Dream. He looked up at the great big world around him, sky and sands, crowds of people and dragons alike. It was stunning.

Niylah! There you are, at last! a bright voice called out ahead of the arrival of the dragonet. The dainty White-Green pranced up to Niylah, beaming, though through their bond her Rider could feel the turbulence she was trying to cover up. The loudness and chaos of the event had overwhelmed her capacity to manage them some time ago, likely the reason for the delay from her hatching to finding her Rider. Though she remained cheerful, Rivith was relieved to have completed this vital search. Oh, I’m Rivith. Completely starving by the way. Can we go? Please?

As heads turned to view Niylah and Rivith and another young woman leaving with the Citrine, only a few noticed the small Grey picking out her Rider from behind the line of young women. She looked left to right and settled on the presence that glowed and spoke to her, the one that stood apart and left no doubt in her mind was hers. She approached with grace and a smoothness of step not often seen in dragonets. She pushed her nose into the open hand resting at the girl’s side. You came at just the right time. Nyx, I am Toriath.

Just down the line, the timid DarkBlue had also selected her Rider. It seemed to happen all at once that the Blue and Sunset were leaving with Riders, and the last arrived Dream was also the last leaving with his Rider. Soon all dragonets were hungrily filling their stomachs, and with the sands clearing Archith returned to her center stage. The Gold watched them, sitting tall and proud. She gave a happy rumble, which Rilora acknowledged through their bond. Her hatchlings. Strong new additions to the Weyr. And the one of novel and glorious hide, from her egg, she couldn’t be more pleased. She looked to Doramath, to the crowd – some watching still, some excitedly picking up for the feast to follow, and to the dragonets. A new day for them, and a new era on the horizon for the rest.



[smear:#ffffff]Rivith[/smear:#4fc16c:0]
Name: RIHV-ith
Hex color: ffffff, 4fc16c
Adult size: 19 feet
About: A very steady individual with a strong bond with her rider. Rivith may be a bit fussy about her hide and always wants to make a good impression. Because her of empathic abilities and an underlying insecurity, she does tend to be affected by negative thoughts towards her and sometimes overcompensates by being overly cheerful. Overall she is active and social with a desire to be adored.



Name: Toriath
Color: Grey (F) #5e5e5e
Personality: An oddity among Grey dragons, Toriath isn’t depressed and doesn’t seem to be most of the time. In fact, it is hard to remember her at all. She does not seem to be prone to strong emotions and is instead serene as a general rule. It makes her hard to notice, and she is often forgotten for larger or flashier dragons. However, when befriended, she is a beacon of peace in an often tumultuous world. Just with a few words and a calm nudge, she can give reassurance and stability to those who need it. However, when she gives, she must gain her rider’s attention and love to recharge, as it is very draining for her.
Adult Length: 17 feet

[thelifeweaver]

R’thal looked down awkwardly as the vast Lifewing as it called him ‘cute’, he was nineteen for sharding sake and yet his appearance still haunted him with such remarks. As she continued it did however make light of the phantom burning which raged within his stomach. He turned his head to properly get a look at Tungurahauth now that the situation had calmed and sensing that relief the Molten dragonet approached and set her head against his leg. “Not sure my little friend here will forgive me if I put her feeding off any longer.” R’thal confessed rather awkwardly.

[smear:#fffa00] Stop wriggling, its most uncomfortable mine but you are correct. [/smear:#ff3c00:0] The Dragonet’s maw dug into the blood stained fabric R’thal was garbed in and stove to ‘Walk’ Her Rider towards the omni-present source of food that churned her innards. It was a rather comical sight but only lasted for a few seconds as R’thal got to his feet and did exactly as his instructions had told him.

Wings now held aloft and a thorough brushing clearing away some of the sand which clung to the Dragonet’s body they were now properly underway. R’thal couldn’t help but give one final glance to the medic and mouthed yet another sorry to the man and his companion.

[Shoki]

The hatching concluded, the eggs all safely impressed. Doramath could not have been more proud. He strode over to Archith and sat next to her, his eyes whirling with pleasant colors.

A wonderful hatching, my Queen. Thank you for letting me be a part. He tilted his head down in deference to Archith. In his estimation she was a perfect example of a Queen. She had exacted the perfect measure of discipline against her subject, not too little or too great. She had been magnificent. Doramath could not ask for a more exemplary example of a Gold to work under.

In human matters, the Igenese began to converse in earnest, though as riders they were pleased to see that other than a little bit of blood, all parties were safe. V’lan accepted congratulations from his friends on his dragon’s first eggs and he did not hide a smile. They began breaking off into groups, more conversations ensuing before they moved to leave. V’lan excused himself, and found R’le leaving as well.

“Preparing for the hatching feast as well?” V’lan asked as they moved out of the stands.

“Nah, I want to get some time with Yinaire today, before he gets a nap.” V’lan nodded once, figuring he would be understanding to the man’s desire to spend time with his daughter. “Ya’ll have fun and I’ll catch up.”

“I had a question if you had a second.” R’le stopped and put his hand on his hip. V’lan paused before he spoke again, his voice low. “Was this a unique hatching?”

“Well I mean-“

“Besides the new color.” R’le’s eyes brow raised and he grinned. V’lan wondered if the Cloudrider was impressed he’d noticed. He hoped not.

“Not really. Archith’s hatchings are always exciting.” V’lan frowned.

“I meant… Well there was a Blue, but I’m not used to seeing any of the other colors.”

“Yeah, there are usually some Blues, Browns happen, but mostly it’s the other ones. Whites and Blacks are pretty common too.”

“I just thought there would be at least one Green.” R’le shrugged.

“Eh, I don’t think I’ve seen a Green hatched around here since Archith’s second hatching. It’s fine plenty of other good dragons.”

V’lan’s gaze snapped to R’le’s, and R’le frowned at the searching expression that he was faced with. Eventually V’lan reached up with his hand, stroking his chin in thought. That was not the answer he expected. At all. Greens were one of the most common dragons in all of Pern. Not hatching from a Queen hatching twice was unthinkable. Rainbow Mists also sported a myriad of other colors. Many clutched. There should have been a Green somewhere. V’lan’s stomach sank. Not because of his traditional leanings, he hoped. More that he had no idea what this might mean.

“Hey, V’lan? What’s up?”

“Nothing, just thinking. Thanks for answering my questions. I won’t keep you from your daughter now.” R’le jogged off and V’lan was left alone with his thoughts. He gave a last glance back at the sands. In a place with so many colors and unique leanings, why were Greens no longer appearing? It made him nervous.