Meteor Shower [Temperanth's Third Hatching]

[Shoki]

The Brick was addressed by Shakti, but no words did it impart. A very soft rumble could be barely heard over the omnipresent humming for a brief moment though. Then she moved on, going to take a look at Lena. Though both she and the Gray next to her looked up when the Citrine started to make noise.

The Citrine was making noise that might have been a song if it wasn’t positively out of tune, directed at one of the other candidates. After a moment, satisfied, she went ahead and bit the same candidate, giving them a lick before her eyes going rainbow. It was... certainly different, but the pair went to get some food same as everyone else. And probably a bandage for the new rider.

The Crimson-Black didn’t look up. He was going through the male candidates. Obviously he was unhappy. One of the candidates got a little too close to him and he gave them a quick cut on their leg for their trouble. He eventually stopped in front of Shaikar, and appeared to be giving the male candidate some intense scrutiny.

At the eggs, the two eggs that had been around the middle egg suddenly moved. Not only that, but the moved at the same moment, in the same direction. Then again, each creating a near identical web of cracks in their shell. Finally once more, each burst from their shells at the same moment, even if what appeared were strikingly different. From the larger, a Moonlight, dark hide full of yellow whisps that seemed to spiral off of him in a most attractive display. From the smaller, a Dream, full of cool blues and a whirling of calm grays with just a dusting of sparkling silver. They cleared themselves of egg shells and then started off together, the Moonlight strutting forward, whereas the dream moved somewhat erratically. Despite their different sizes and curious ways of moving, both moved at identical rates, and both headed toward the largest egg.

The largest egg, still unblemished with even the smallest crack, stopped moving once the two brothers arrived. The Dream turned to the Moonlight, before motioning with his head. The Moonlight considered the egg gravely, before purposefully putting one claw on the egg. The Dream then did the same, and the brothers turned to each other. By some agreement, they raised their claws and hit the large egg, only once. The pair looked carefully at the egg, and then they both went toward the female candidates, leaving the largest egg with one crack in it. The egg, once the Moonlight and Dream had gone on their way, began to move in earnest. It seemed to vibrate with energy, and the crack in it began to lengthen. A tiny crack began to form below the first, and the egg’s energy grew even more, though the cracks were very slow to join. But they did so. Then, with a final push, the crack gave, and a bit of the egg, still partially stuck to its egg, gave way for a White dragonet’s head. The dragonet looked tired, but started to move even more earnestly, wiggling forward. The opening was too small to let him out, but he put a claw on it and pushed with great effort. The egg gave a little bit, but it was clear the egg would snap closed again if he moved. But he remained where he was. From behind him, another White wriggled, slipping through the opening her brother had made. She grabbed from the outside and pulled all the more, to create a more advantageous position for her brother. He moved, a little more relaxed, but still keeping the egg open. From inside, the tiniest White with a great effort made it out of the egg, followed by his larger brother. The egg, still mostly whole, rolled away from the triplets, who flopped on the sands, exhausted. The smallest crooned to his siblings, nosing them a little in the wake of their efforts.

The Midnight, having remained in observation long enough, walked forward. He stopped when with a burst of energy, a Darkblue dragoness spilled onto the sands. She looked up at the Midnight and scrambled back to get out of his way, looking abashed. He went forward, continuing his beeline toward the male candidates. The Darkblue waited until he was well on his way, starting as he left. Then with a rush, she forced herself to the candidates, stopping before quiet getting there. Oh dear.

The Midnight, now without interruption, went to Mestarian and sat down in front of him. [smear:#003050]I am Hearth.[/smear:040b15] It was a simple statement. However, to the Midnight it meant a lot. After all, it was the first thing he had ever let a human know about him. That was important.

The Gray looked up at Briselle, who waved at him and wished him good luck. Tilted his head slightly before putting out his claw, gently patting the candidate’s leg. He was very restrained, so the pat was very light. He then nodded to Briselle before going to look at Lena, which he only did for a moment, before moving around the Brick and then methodically going down the line. His next extended stop was with Sharikar, Who he stopped to take a better look at.

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Crawth looked back at Zephoth when addressed, starting to adjust to only having one eye open. It whirled with displeasure though. No. I’m still mad at you for stealing the one I had my eye on. At least it was you and not him. The dragonet huffed. Bye. With no more ado, Crawth went to go get food, even as some dragon healers started to materialize. He was in no mood to socialize at the moment.

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Name: Gypserith (jip-sear-rith)
Color: Citrine # efee7c
Personality: This dragoness lives in the moment, and does what feels right. She doesn’t often think deeply about her actions, which means that she can act faster than almost anyone else. It makes her extraordinarily adaptable, but she can easily make mistakes for her lack of thought. That’s okay though, she can easily move on from them, and select the correct choice next time.
Adult Length: 18.5 feet
Impresses: ADOPTABLE


Name: Hearth (harth)
Color: Midnight # 003050 #040b15
Personality: This Midnight is very quiet. He notices everything, but is loath to share his opinion with all but his closest confidants. Even opening up to his rider will take time, though Hearth will remain true to them forever. At his core, Hearth is a philosopher. Not content with the small picture he thinks about the big ideas, but will find it hard to settle on anything. He will need a good sounding board; otherwise he will try to play devil’s advocate with himself constantly.
Adult Length: 37 feet
Special: Hearth is significantly larger than most Midnight dragons, being squarely Bronze sized.
Impresses: Mestarian

[lucidmaus]

The commotion on the sands was only building as more eggs hatched and dragonets spilled out onto the sands. But, S'vitr had his hands plenty full with cutting up meat for his new lifemate and he missed much of what was happening out there.

He did not, however, miss the interaction between Crawth and Zephoth and he paused in the cutting of his meat to look from one dragon to the other.

Zephoth would furrow his brow if he could but, lacking that, his mindvoice went just a bit gray, instead.

[smear:#95c7c5]That's not fair[/smear:#314c4b], he replied. [smear:#95c7c5]And even if you can't be his, you can still be with us.[/smear:#314c4b]

"Leave him be, now," S'vitr said after a moment, offering the Ice a few chunks of meat. "That poor fellow has plenty of wounds to lick and you are not doing him any favors by picking them open. Besides, you need to eat this or I shall start eating it for you."

The Ice looked dismayed, but eventually took the offered meat and ate slowly. Still, he kept a worried eye on the black while the dragonhealers tended to him.

~~~

Shakti wasn't too surprised that the Brick didn't reply - nor did it sting like rejection might for others. She understood - or, at least, could wrap her head around it well enough. The Brick moved on and she nodded to it with a warm smile.

It was the noise from the Citrine that pulled her attention abruptly and she frowned for a moment, concern scrawled over her face. "Oh. That's-" she started to say something but, at this point, what could she say? It was weird. All of it was weird. The cosmetologist had seen enough Hatchings elsewhere to know what normal looked like.

None of this was it.

Not that she would have had it any other way! That just made it all the more thrilling to her. She glanced over at the Crimson-Black as he made his rounds but, as he was thoroughly focused on the boys, she felt a measure of relief.

That relief was short-lived as more eggs burst - a Moonlight and a Dream!

"Gorgeous," she purred, if only to herself. But weren't they all, in their own way? Her gaze slid to the silver-orange queen, but it didn't seem that she had moved at all from her spot. Her attention was pulled back to the eggs when she spotted the Moonlight and Dream venturing to another egg to help it crack.

One White emerged. Then another. Then another.

"... are they okay? They're so small!" She looked around for anyone that might be able to verify, but in the chaos, it was unlikely anyone even heard her.

Then out came another Darkblue, leaving the Sands quite full of dragons in various stages of lifemate-seeking. She was only peripherally aware of the Midnight making a decision, but she managed to look over and flash a smile to the young man that seemed to catch the large Midnight's eye.

~~~

Ulyana had only one word for this entire hatching:

Irregular.

It was the only word she could find that would fit.

More eggs hatched. One egg apparently contained three White hatchlings. She could not be sure; her vantage point, while good, was lacking in height. There was a Midnight, a Dream, and another DarkBlue. The silver-copper queen seemed secure in her position.  The Gray and Brick continued their quests.  The Crimson-Black persisted in investigating - or, perhaps, terrorizing - the males.

Those that wandered the sands did not appear to be in a particular hurry to find theirs, save for the Citrine and the over-sized Midnight that had been of singular interest to her on matters of size alone.

She attempted, in her mind, to recall which eggs she had the opportunity to touch - and from which eggs these myriad personalities had hatched.

It was an idle thought, however, occupying space just beneath the rest of her thought processes - the ones that maintained a vigilant watch on the dragons and eggs alike, lest trouble come seeking her out.

[shirokage]

Mestarian stood in awe of the dragonets, wary of the Crimson-Black and his rampage. The sudden rush of love over took him and he looked down into the rainbow whirling eyes of the Midnight. He knew it, this was his moment. Hearth he repeated, And I'm... [smear:#003050]040b15 M'rian. Now, I'm hungry and would like to join my siblings away. We should move from my brother...[/smear:#040b15:1] the Midnight began to butt his head against M'rian's legs to coax him away from the Sands and to join those cutting meat and those eating it at the Weyrling feeding tables.

[Shoki]

The Moonlight and Dream dragonet, moving together in their even pace made it to the female candidates. The Dream immediately started down the line, and the Moonlight followed his brother. After a moment they both stopped, in front of Ulyana. They both looked at the candidate for a moment, before turning to each other. What occurred next could only be described as a conversation. The Dream was animated, using his wings and tail along with his head to motion widely as he regarded his brother. The Moonlight was more reserved, but did use each sharp movement as emphasis. What they were discussing, well, that was left for the observer to deduce.

In the meantime, the Brick dragoness, not finding what she was looking for with Lena, started down the line again. She however, circled back quickly and continued on to the boys. She gave her two colored brother a wide berth, but still reached the end of the males soon enough. With no more ado, she trotted toward the ice and gazed at her own reflection. This was her path. It did not matter if she did not have a chosen human to live with her, she would make her own friends and be free to go where she pleased. She was Kapeterath, and she could not wait to see what Pern had in store for her.

All at once, one of the eggs burst. What was revealed was a Cloud dragonet, who immediately bounded away, followed shortly thereafter by an Aurora, muted by a black haze. He didn’t seem to immediately go toward the candidates, but instead went toward the trio of Whites, still resting. He watched them and soon enough, with the smallest White crooning to them all, they all rose. Under the supervision of the black hazed Aurora, they moved as a group, making a little semicircle around Briselle and Lena as well as the candidates just to the side of each. The group of dragonets then observed the candidates.

Eventually the Dream and Moonlight ceased conversing, and the Moonlight walked away, the Dream watching. The Moonlight’s eyes went rainbow, finding a candidate he deemed worthy. Then, the Dream with a rumble, turned to Ulyana. [smear:848994]There, it is good to see him settled. I am Yomith! Let’s get food quickly Ulyana, I want to see if I was right about the rest. You want to know too, don’t you?[/smear:132142]

The young Queen appeared to have listened along time to her mother, whatever they discussed must have taken some time. However, finally it seemed the audience was at an end and the Ice made a motion with her head and the silver dragonet turned to the candidates. For a long moment she watched them all, taking in the scene quietly.

The Crimson-Black, appearing displeased, move along until he spied Gil and appeared to intensely scrutinize the candidate. His body language was tightly coiled, until the dragonet lifted his head and appeared to be looking at, his face? Hair? Hard to say, but his eyes did not seemed to have locked with the candidate’s. Not yet. Whatever the black and red dragonet saw, it left him with curiosity.


Name: Kapeterath (cap-pet-tear-wrath)
Color: Brick (F) #a33830 #6d5050 #7c2525
Personality: A lifelong explorer, this little Brick is going to try to learn her way around everywhere. Every place to hide, every sunny spot, she will find them all. She has impeccable spatial memory, and it is virtually impossible for her to be lost. As she grows she will have a mental map of her entire Weyr, but it won’t be enough for her. She is delighted most at finding new places, and new sights to see. Likewise, she hates being confined, or restrained. If bottled up, she can be a bit annoying, giving in to mischievous tendencies.
Adult Length: 19 feet
Impresses: Self Impressed


Name: Tsukuth (Tsu-kuu-th)
Color: Moonlight (M) #202020 #f7f5c0
Personality: Tsukuth has a peculiar air to him. He is serene but aloof, the Moonlight could be mistaken a being too prideful. Curiously, that’s not the reason he wants to stand apart. He has a keenly military mind, so his thoughts are always about how he and others could fit into a battle. He is thus aware of mortality and tries to keep people slightly distant. He still finds himself drawn to kind and loving people though. If given enough time and with enough persistence, he is the most loyal of friends. As it stands, he will make a fine solider.
Adult Length: 32 feet
Impresses: ADOPTABLE


Name: Yomith (Yo-myth)
Color: Dream (M) #1d2f55 #4b546a #848994
Personality: Yomith adores the night. He loves the quieter hours, since it gives him time to think. Though he may seem cavalier and casual but his mind is very sharp. He has a particular sense for patterns, and is good at coming to the correct answer without fully having answers. Often, he will correctly predict what will occur, without explaining it at all. He might say, for example, that a supply run will be made tomorrow, and refuse to say that he knew two tools broke yesterday and requisitions take a day for approval. It will be harder to get him to use his abilities for any constructive purpose, as he is very whimsical and must be seriously convinced of the need to be involved.
Adult Length: 28 feet
Impresses: Ulyana

[lucidmaus]

S'vitr continued to feed Zephoth until, at long last, the Ice was sated and in a happy state of utter fullness. The Ice was silent for a while, content to watch the goings ons alongside his rider. S'vitr's brow furrowed a touch as another dragon self-Impressed; he made note of that one as well, momentarily reaching to Zephoth's sleepy mind to let him know of his future intentions to offer his help.

But, then, as the Ice's grogginess grew, it threatened to seep into the once-gambler's mind as well and he fought against it, struggling as hard as he could to keep a grip on lucidity - he had to see what was going to happen next!

~~~

Shakti's mouth pulled a little to one side as the drama continued to unfold. The Moonlight and Dream seemed to have things mostly figured out, though she couldn't help but wonder what the pair were discussing. Were they deciding which was going to get the weird young woman? Were both of them going to choose her? With the Black having already chosen to Impress himself, she supposed anything was possible.

Her gaze moved to follow after the Brick and it seemed the Brick was intent on following in the Black's path. The young woman's heart hurt a little at that, but there was nothing to be done for it. Still, she made a mental note to see if there would be a need to help the dragons that were on their own; there were still some eggs left, but there were also far more Candidates on the Sands, all waiting for their chance.

More eggs hatched - a fine Cloud and a glorious Aurora-Haze. Her brows lifted a touch when the latter started to escort them to some of the other Candidates. She watched the strange procession with a lopsided smile and a slight, disbelieving shake of her head. Curiouser and curiouser, indeed!

She looked back to the roaming hatchlings and the eggs yet to hatch - and, of course, the curiously striped Silver Queen that had just finished her audience with her mother, or so it seemed. She released a breath that she didn't realize she was holding and studied the Silver just a little longer, before her attention was forced back to following those that were still moving and might yet prove a threat.

~~~

Ulyana continued her calculated study of the hatchlings and eggs, affording each the time that she felt was appropriate. The whole of her focus, however, was promptly taken up when both the Moonlight and the Dream settled before her.

Their silent conversation was left to continue uninterrupted, the young woman keeping her own counsel for the time being. She was in no immediate danger, no risk of harm; the two young dragons were not as worrisome in their temperaments as the Crimson-Black or the now self-Impressed Black.

Her gaze slid from one to the other, as if tracking the nature of their conversation - but, in truth, she was simply observing which was more animated at any given time.

More eggs hatched in the meantime - a Cloud and an Aurora-Haze, though the latter seemed intent on shepherding the whites to where some of the girls were. It was a curious observation, certainly, but one that seemed noteworthy in the moment.

In the end, it worked out as it was supposed to.

Ulyana's gaze refocused on the Dream and Moonlight, just in time for the Moonlight to seek his fortunes elsewhere. But of the Dream?

[smear:#848994]There, it is good to see him settled. I am Yomith! Let’s get food quickly Ulyana, I want to see if I was right about the rest. You want to know too, don’t you?[/smear:#1d2f55:0]

"Yomith," she intoned with a slight tilt of her head. The feel of his name on her tongue was satisfactory and she offered the Dream a smile. "Yes." She reached out to touch his head, sliding slim fingers over his eyeridge and over a neckridge before she led the way to the meat tables. Better to satisfy that burgeoning rumble in his guts now, before it had a chance to slide into her stomach.

[Kaya]

Gil stared at the violent dragonet in front of him. His eyes hadn't left the source of danger, the hairs standing on the back of his neck demanding his focus remain on the owner of now tested claws. He could hear the Hatching happening around him, the hum, the crowd, the shouts and cheers, a Candidate's cry for Impression. But he only saw a fraction of it in his periphery. His eyes stayed on the Crimson-Black as it neared him, all power and determination...and something else?

Every twitch fiber told him to move, and yet what were they here for if not to confront these beings and find their match? Some vague recollection of what a Candidate Master had said kept his feet in place. Gil tensed. With these clumsy sandals it wasn't likely he stood a chance against the will of those curious eyes. And his hide, boldly colored and presented to the world. No doubts. He would make a fierce partner, and a demanding one.

[Shoki]

The red and black dragonet stared at Gil for a long time. He then tilted his head slightly to the side. One might mistake this for indecision. [smear:#b80000]You are mine.[/smear:161616] The Crimson-Black suddenly stared into Gillianshon’s eyes, and attached himself to the candidate with an uncommon intensity. He never did anything halfway, and this was more important to the dragon then others might suspect. [smear:#b80000]I am Korvith.[/smear:161616]

While the two tones dragon was moving, the gray, moving from the females, was starting down the male line. He stopped at each in turn, skipping the one his brother had selected, until he quickly reached the end. The Gray then slightly stepped away from the candidates and tilted his head, looking into the stands. He stayed like that for some time, until he lowered his head and closed his eyes. It was not a surprise. But it was a shame. He strode to the melting ice, not looking back at either the candidates or the stands. What he desired, as he had imparted before, was both common and rare. He had looked for someone who needed him. He had found that some would need him, but not in the way of being bonded to them. So, he would be there for all of them on his own. He looked into his own eyes and calmly went to get himself some food. He was Solumnuth, and he was strong enough to stand alone for any who needed him.

Temperanth’s eyes whirled with joy and sorrow mixed. This was the third of her children to choose to walk alone. It was their right to do so, but she did want for them the joy of a human to walk with them their whole lives. Still, there were a lot of them, perhaps it was just a large hatching. Still, she eyed her remaining eggs and hoped they all found riders.

The silver and orange Queen moved slowly to the female candidates and started to peruse them. The Darkblue, who noticed this, immediately got out of the way, flaring her wings for the first time. It was clear there was a delicate sheen of green on them, hard to see previously. The young Queen nodded slowly to her sister as she walked by, but the Darkblue-Green didn’t go back to the candidate yet, keeping back. The Cloud dragoness likewise kept back for the time being.

The small crowd remained around Briselle and Lena, but when the hazed Aurora spied the queen coming he nosed the whites, who got out of the way, two away from the candidates, the smallest squeezing between Briselle and Lena as the silver and orange dragoness came by. She paused at the candidates and looked at her oh so tiny brother. Then she waited. He crooned to her and slipped back out to his other siblings. She waited patiently for him to do this before turning her attention to the candidates again.

Suddenly another egg burst open, a Pink-Purple spilling onto the sands. With a little dusting she Started toward the candidates…sort of. As she moved she seemed to be moving to some unheard rhythm, swaying slightly. Her wing tips dragged slightly, and she started forward, then made a little hop and went forward smoothly again. It was almost like she was dancing.

With less fanfare, a small egg split in two. The Wood dragoness that appeared stepped away from her shell carefully and similarly slowly moved forward toward the humans. She looked up as she did so, spying the humans watching them all from the stands. It was hard to tell what the Wood might think of all this, but she didn’t back away at all.


Name: Korvith (core-vith)
Color: Crimson-Black # b80000 #161616
Personality: Korvith is ambitious. He wants to get everything for his rider, and put them both in a place he feels they deserve. He’s almost reckless, and spends his energy with abandon. In flight, it means he is a force to watch, using his natural talent as a skilled flier with quick maneuvers that can leave other people breathless just watching him. On the ground, it’s possible that Korvith could go down dark roads to get what he wants, the only one able to change his mind will be his rider. With some effort, he’s still a stubborn dragon.
Adult Length: 34 feet
Impresses: Gillianshon


Name: Solumnuth (sow-loum-nuth)
Color: Gray (M) #bac2ca
Personality: A quiet creature, Solumnuth is difficult to truly cheer up. However, it is similarly hard to make him despair. He’s a steady dragon, and is blessed with incredible persistence. Where other dragons my turn back, Solumnuth will press on until his last speck of energy has been used. Though quiet, he does enjoy one on one time with people, and is a good listener. He has a good sense of self and is not often swayed, unless the reasons given are sound.
Adult Length: 18 feet
Impresses: Self-Impressed

[shapeshifter]

Lena stared, the compiling dragons around her and Briselle were more of an intriguing scenario than one inducing of fear. She felt the excitement lose it's bubble, feeling a happy little peck in the back of her mind from her little firelizard who watched from the high ledges of the Sands. She smiled softly and looked to the little Silver-Copper Queen, her heart hopeful, like most girls, for a fleeting moment before her attention being interrupted at the sight of the Purple-Pink. She watched it bounce of it's shell and across the Sands. She was relieved to see the raging Crimson-Black Impress to make its way off the Sands. The Grey impressed itself and Lena couldn't help but feel a little sorry for those dragonets who had Impressed themselves, wondering what that life alone would be like.


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R'niaan walked amongst the Candidates, "Don't overfeed your dragonet and feed them slowly to give them time to process food. I cannot stress this enough. They will be ravenous all the time until they get older and you will want to monitor their intake amount and speed." he said, looking over different Candidates shoulders with a glimpse to make sure the chunks were of a good size. He feel Bamath's on edge emotion fade as the Crimson-Black impressed and was no longer attempting to maul on the Sands.

[lucidmaus]

S'vitr looked over to R'niaan when the man spoke and he nodded, "Of course, Sir." Not that he had much to worry about, fortunately. Zephoth was more sleepy than hungry at this point and he'd been mindful not to give the young dragon pieces that were too large.

As the hatching continued, the young man kept an eye on the Sands - but, also, made further notes of those dragons that decided to gamble on a life spent alone. He frowned a little and Zephoth looked up at him with a questioning sound and a nebulous, sleep-fogged thought of concern.

"Ah, no. Don't you worry about a thing, Zephoth. You just settle there and get some rest." He remained by the Ice, a hand resting on the young dragon's neck or head or back; wherever he could touch. It was a firm reminder that this was happening, after all; that it wasn't merely a dream or feverish hallucination.

There was some measure of relief when the Crimson-Black finally did find his own, though; S'vitr let out a soft sigh and Zephoth agreed with a sleepy: [smear:#95c7c5]That is a good match for both of them.[/smear:#314c4b:0]

~~~

Shakti shifted her feet on the sands, helpless to do anything more than just watch as things continued to move along like a chaotic machine. She was grateful when the Crimson-Black finally seemed to make a choice, however, and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. At least there was one less threat on the sands! Not that the young dragon was really a threat, but his mannerisms, his ferocity, all of it made him a dangerous and unknown quantity.

The Gray chose a different path and she briefly looked back to double-count the number of dragons without riders. It made her heart hurt all the more and a knot briefly twisted into her throat before she swallowed it back down. They would be okay, wouldn't they? It was a hope she held onto and she redoubled her resolution to help with them if she could, once all of it was over.

She worried at her lower lip while she watched the Silver-Orange Queen finally venture out to see the Candidates and the ache of her heart was eased somewhat by the sight. "I knew you would make a great Queen," she murmured to herself while she watched the other dragons respond to the young Queen's progress across the sands. She watched her, too, though there was a sidelong look as the Darkblue revealed the sheen of green under her wings; a breathtaking sight, to be sure! There was that Cloud, too, and the trio of tiny Whites, the Haze-Aurora- and, soon, more dragons joined the ranks of those on the Sands. A stunning Pink-Purple, worthy of a double-take, and then the Wood, hatching from a smaller egg.

She fidgeted and had to stop herself from moving too much. The young woman took a few slow, deep breaths to calm herself, to center herself, to better present herself for the dragons that were searching for their own - even if, in that moment, it seemed that all the others were waiting, patiently, for the Queen to choose before they did.

As was only fitting, of course!

~~~

Ulyana nodded to R'niaan, a singular, up-down-center, motion that seemed stiff. But, it was efficient. "Understood, Sir." She and Yomith moved to where the food was and, once there, she began to pick through the meat to get pieces that were all as close to the same size as possible. The Dream ate quickly at first but, when the edge of his hunger abated, his attention was drawn once more to the hatching that continued to unfold with a speed that was, now, frighteningly quick.

The young woman's regard followed as well, though she remained mindful of feeding the young Dream. One piece at a time. Nothing more until he's swallowed. A pause to wait for his stomach to catch up. Then the process was repeated.

When the Crimson-Black finally Impressed, Yomith uttered a soft rumble of satisfaction.

[smear:#848994]I knew that was the one he would choose.[/smear:#1d2f55:0]

"I know," the young woman said, her head tipped to one side at a birdlike angle.

That there were so many choosing a life without a human was intriguing, but not something that she concerned herself with, not in that moment. Later, there would be time to contemplate it and, perhaps, consider some means to assist them. But, for now, Yomith was still hungry and curious and she, like him, wanted to see if everything else measured up as she anticipated it would.

[Cait]

Briselle was all at once awed, anxious and a little overwhelmed by everything that was going on. Her eyes strayed toward the gray often as it studied all of the hopefuls though she couldn’t keep her gaze on him for over long as several other dragons began to hatch. It was the hatching of the white triplets that had her eyes nearly bulge from her head, though. How had three dragons come from one egg? Was this normal? She’d not heard of such a thing, but then she didn’t know much more about dragons that she’d learned from the Harpers or her brief time of being educated as a candidate.

Trying to watch everything at once, she was startled when she found the trio of whites, escorted by a strange looking hatchling with light colors and a peculiar shifting blackness over top. Glancing nervously toward Lena as the group formed a semicircle around them and the candidates on either side of them, Briselle curled her fingers into the material of her robes anxiously.

Were they being judged? Did dragons talk about the candidates and deliberate? Lena certainly seemed to be far more excited than anxious and Briselle wondered if perhaps she should be more excited. But as the Silvery dragon that had hatched from the golden egg drew closer and her friend watched her with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, Briselle seemed to shrink away, startling slightly when the smallest of the whites wedged himself between herself and Lena. Freezing under the scrutiny of the little queen and hoping fervently that she continued on, not wanting the attention that might come from that Impression.

When the littlest white crooned, Briselle nearly jumped out of her skin, letting out a soft squeak and watching wide-eyed and nervous as he tottled back to his siblings. She might have been amused by the hatching of the little pink-purple and her dance-like steps but her attention was riveted on the Silver. Reaching out a shaking hand, she sought out Lena’s hand, needing a bit of reassurance as the young queen stared, eventually pressing her eyes shut, missing the gray's self-impression.

[Darwin]

OOC - sorry for short replies, losing brian power ... ><

Shaikar watched the babies walking around and the eggs hatching. He felt like he was getting a little dizzy from his head swinging around to try and take in everything that was happening on the sands. He had seen a cute Citrine by his sister. He had high hopes she would impress.

Sharikar stood still as the babies moved about. She grinned at the cute Citrine, though she made no move to touched the dragonet. She didn't want to risk getting hurt, making the dragonet possibly thinking that she had assumed the Citrine had impressed to her.

[Kaya]

There was a slight turn of the dragon's head. A pause full of tension, Gil's stress, the dragonet's consideration. And then it hit him hard. Gil exhaled sharply, the swirling colors of the dragon's eyes reflecting back a view of his own shocked self. He felt as he'd always imagined the unlucky riders at Stormy Plains felt; the way they looked at the festivals when a willful herdbeast threw them and they hit the ground. He only kept his footing since his legs would not move. His body ached. There was so much all at once, this overwhelming consciousness sharing a space he did not know he had. If the voices of the eggs had seemed startling, this was so much more to make it a laughable comparison.

Korvith, he tried to say, but his lungs refused to cooperate. His lips moved. His mind voice gave the thought presence.

[smear:#b80000]I am he.[/smear:#161616:0] The eyes settled into an urgent color for hunger. It made the man's midsection hurt worse. He had never felt this intensely hungry. The size of it seemed too great to conquer. Too big a task to even start. [smear:#b80000]G'shon.[/smear:#161616:0]

He straightened. The steps finally came. He reached out to touch the dragon in front of him. The echoed sensory loop threatened to drop him again. G'shon withdrew his hand. Food then. "Korvith," he said again, finding the air to project his words. The two of them moved to leave the Sands. It occurred him as an echo to look for that dragonet Korvith had torn up, though with the current pressing matter of finding food he wasns't sure of his ability to focus well on anything else.

[Shoki]

The young Queen looked at Briselle, passing her for Lena, then continuing past them both. She continued, looking at Shakti for a moment then continuing past. She eyes Sharikar when she came to her, then went past her. Eventually she came to the end of the female candidates, and looked back down the line. On one side the female candidates, on the other her siblings, waiting patiently. Or as patiently as some of them could manage.

The silver sat for a moment, looking at both side and then starting to walk back down the line. She didn’t look at the candidates this time, apparently having a destination in mind. To those that she passed on the way, it appeared that she was thoughtful. However, the reason for this would only be found with the candidate she stopped for. With a calm grace the two toned queen shifted from walking to sitting neatly in front of Shakti, and looked up into the woman’s brown eyes.

[smear:#b6babb] I am Steruth. I am daughter of Temperanth, who is daughter of Lanikath, daughter of Brialiath, daughter of…[/smear:ff9638]She struggled, trying to remember. [smear:#b6babb]Branlarith. Who was daughter of many lonely Queens. I am their daughter and must remember what has come before. Shakti, you will help me, won’t you? [/smear:ff9638] She was not an Ice. She had come from Ices though, and now felt their burden.

The group of dragonets, watched their sister impress. They all seemed to wait a moment, trying to make sure it had really occurred. All except the Cloud, who immediately moved, lunging for one of the female candidates. [smear:#6ab6c9] Lena! I got you! Come on let’s go! I bet we can beat my sister to the food, let’s go![/smear:dfedf0] The Cloud seemed to positively bounce around Len, before speeding toward the other new riders feeding their dragons.

With the tension broken, the other dragonets started to mill around, the Wood and Pink-Purple starting to look through the female candidates, the Darkblue-Green wandering toward the males, and the Whites and Hazed Aurora pausing. Except the smallest, who went up to Briselle, whose eyes were still closed. He quietly and carefully crooned. Was this candidate okay?

At the eggs, two dragons broke free. A Blue, with just a touch of white on the edge of his wings, and an Aurora, who was a lovely mix of blues and pinks. Both of these boys took a moment to dust themselves of egg shells before considering each other. Then the pair of them walked forward together toward the candidates, though taking their time.


Name: Steruth (stare-ruth)
Color: Silver-Copper # b6babb # ff9638
Personality: Steruth cares deeply about following rules. She desires order and feels most at home when everything is structured. When someone breaks the rules under her watch, she is swift in her reprimand. She tries not to be heavy-handed when issuing justice, but secretly fears that she enjoys disciplining others too much. Balancing her desire to lash out and to remain still will be a lifelong search for her. She has no desire to be in combat, as she feels that other dragons are better suited, but has wicked instincts for it. Steruth has a strong bond with her rider, but finds it easier to be distant with others. She will need to work hard to overcome her natural instincts of remaining above the Weyr rather than living in it.
Adult Length: 36.5 feet
Impresses: Shakti


Name: Syrith (sear-ith)
Color: Cloud (F) # dfedf0 #6ab6c9
Personality: This Cloud is competitive. She loves to play games and races, but she wants to WIN. Sometimes it can go too far, and she will have to learn restraint as she gets older. She values her speed and aerial abilities, and won’t let anyone look down on her for her small body size. It’s not that she wants to be a leader of the weyr, or that she looks down on others. What she has is the pride of being a dragon of the north, the blood of survivors against all odds flows through her.
Adult Length: 24 feet
Impresses: Lena

[Koi]

“Seems I’m late to the party.”

Vieriel lightly laughed sauntering onto the sands with an obvious lack of formality. His languid gait showed off a carefree attitude not partially repentant over his social faux pas. Rubbing the last of the sleep out of his eyes the boy shot out a light hearted joke attempting to ease the tension, “It’s for the best though! Gotta give the rest of these guys a proper chance at Impression after al-“ His joke cut off by a few unappreciative glares, broken by a sheepish smile and an awkward chuckle. “I’m kidding. Just a joke! Sorry…” He muttered fingers instantly reaching to toy with his earring before changing his gait finally a bit more urgent and appropriate to the situation.

Despite the rocky entrance he shook off the unsettling air focusing his attention towards the others attempting to take stock of what had transpired in his absence. Uncertainty gnawed at his heels at a lost towards his next move hopefully looking towards the already impressed Candidates for answers.

While he didn’t receive an exact answer he instead found himself admiring the myriad of colors with a quiet awe. To him who had never grown up around dragons and had received all prior knowledge from second hand sources the colors and their subtle hierarchy meant nothing to him. Vieriel just saw the dazzling creatures that he had come here for. Would he be able to be like them too?

With a renewed vigor he shot a couple of the new pairs a congratulatory grin his usual lazy half smile naturally falling into place. Anticipation reaching a breaking point he moved even further in his natural tendency drawing him towards to female lineup before realizing his mistake and sheepishly changing his course towards the male side instead.

Approaching the group Vieriel squeezed next to Shaikar casually smacking the taller man on the back in a friendly gesture. In truth the large form of the man made him a bit more nervous than usual his bad habit of freezing around older men almost rearing its ugly head before he swallow his instinct down with some success. “Hey friend, could you do me a favor and fill me in on what’s happened already? Took a little too long of a nap and missed some good stuff it seems.” He smiled punctuating his sentence with a small gesture at the wandering dragonets.

[Kaya]

Korvith was well into what should have been a third helping, Gil was sure, but despite the measured administration of food the dragonet showed no signs of filling and the Weyrling Master, while he had much to say on the speed of consumption, didn't seem interested in other limits. G'shon's middle began to ache in a different way as Korvith finished off the most recent hunk allowed his way. Some portion of the overwhelming hunger was subsiding, and while his consciousness still felt small next to the new one he shared, he felt enough himself again to glance at the Sands. The Silvered Queen that many had been pointing to had found her match, and there was much celebrating for them. They would be headed this way soon. Gil made a note to congratulate her, though in reflecting on it he would likely as not need to do that for everyone. They weren't going anywhere. No, rather they would be seeing a lot more of each other from now on.

His eyes caught the roughed form of Crawth, finally recognizing the lone dragon as the one Korvith had attacked. A surge of feeling followed on the heals of that recognition as Korvith keyed into the thought, and inserted a demand for more food instead of searching his thoughts for an explanation of his feud with the other dragon. Gillianshon could only oblige, providing more food for his dragon, who also corrected his inner description of his name. G'shon then. Though Gil still felt acceptable. They'd work on it, he decided, leaving the Crimson-Black to refocus in on the food in front of him.

G'shon noticed a young man looking their way, he hadn't been there before, had he? He was next to Shaikar. Gil squinted. Perhaps another mystery for later, though he felt sure enough that he hadn't missed anyone, well, up until Korvith arrived.

Said dragonet pulled his attention back, and after he had continued the process of letting Korvith slowly stuff himself, he found himself better noticing those around him and not just out on the Sands. S'vitr was near enough, though he looked conflicted about something, maybe? The stretch in his stomach from Korvith's eating was starting to get to him. ...maybe that was it? "Well we did it," he said as congratulations to the other weyrling.