Archith's Hatching!

[Shoki]

The brown haired candidate was more surprised then anything else when the Queen moved him into position. He tried just to go along with it, not to be trouble. He would have to not stand by his brother, but that was fine, he had explained as well as he was going to what had happened.

‘I could have done better.’ Dalziel was no stranger to this thought as he was pushed into his place. How was not entirely sure how but he could have. If he had a better internal alarm. That was it. He would practice waking up at the same time every day from now on. He would do that next time. Maybe he should train Pounce a little better too. There, that was two things he could do to get better. He looked a little pleased with himself for this little list, forgetting for a moment that he was a candidate, and had not been pushed off of the sands. He remembered quickly though, and focused his eyes straight ahead.

He spotted a blue moving about the boys, impressing someone he did not know. The blue and his rider headed off the sands and Dalziel smiled. He realized he felt more like and observer then an actual participant in this hatching. He didn’t think it was bad exactly, or at least he didn’t care that he felt that way. It was nice to have an up close view. When the purple dragonet impressed, he could see it very well. Which he liked a lot.

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Mau was distracted enough that when she was pushed back into place, she completely lost her balance. She sat on the sands for a moment, dizzy for the sudden movement. Apparently her head cold was worse then she thought. She took a deep breath and stood up, a little unsteady for a moment. With concentration, she was just fine again, and could stand with her eyes forward without trouble. Her hands had got hot, but she had only put them on the sands to get herself upright. Unconsciously the handkerchief in her hand was pressed together into a small ball, as she focused. She was back here but that was fine with her. Even if she was on the short side, she could manage. She supposed that it did not matter much to her if she new what colors there were before they came by, as she did not know much about the colors anyway. She could just see the ones that went by the girls.

The first dragonet did not have to been seen, it was heard. Mau was very perplexed as to what the sound was. She had never heard a dragon try to sing before. It sounded kinda off, though she expected that it was better then if she herself tried a tune. She was a better dancer then singer. She spotted a lovely warm colored dragonet impress, which was easier to see because it was on the girls’ side of the sands. Between head colds and her height she would focus her attention here rather then to the guys.

[Lark]

Saka widened her eyes as not one but two candidates arrived late. Wearing different clothing or shoes....or leggings, was one thing. Being late for a hatching though? That was something else entirely. The small girl laughed aloud when the Gold pushed first one then the other back. They still were allowed to stand it seemed, but had to stay out of sight. Good thing she had gotten here earlier. It gave her a nice view of the eggs. Which, she was missing. Already more had hatched, and the sands were soon beginning to crowd with shrieking dragonets.

Saka refused to cover hear ears though. Instead she bit her lip and breathed. Wow! Watching, the candidate was torn between being worried about impressing, and amused at the antics before her. The sunset seemed to always be there, the impatient ringleader to the circus. Or so Saka saw it. When it was the green's turn to play her part, the sunset hissed and clawed at her. Saka flinched slightly as the smaller dragonet began to cry. She was about to step forward, not thinking about any consequences, only the sound of the green's cries. Instead the sunset walked up to her and spoke. Or maybe snapped was better.

SAKA! I am tired. Tired of all this! Plorath insists that we go NOW! ...I'm hungry too.

Saka blincked once, twice, three times before the impatient sunset- no Plorath- nudged her. She was indeed hungry, and though the rainbows were there, they were tinged greatly with scarlet and yellow still. "Ummm.....wow....yeah." Plorath rolled her eyes and nudged Hers again. Come on! I'm STARVING here. I know I chose you for a reason girl, so get your little but moving. Chop, chop, I'm sharding hungry and we have a world to conquer. Plorath crooned when Saka grinned and started to head over. Taking the bucket the weyrling master offered, she held it out for her dragonet.

Her dragonet....HER dragonet! Plorath lifted her head from the bucket, her based hide shimmering in a dark light. Giving her rider a, yeah what did you think I was, look. "Well you could have been a green, or pink, or something else." That received Saka a healthy dose of hissing as Plorath fluttered her wings. Let's get something straight SakaMine! I am not now, nor ever will be, some air-headed little twerp! I'm better than that....I'll show everyone I'm better than that. Saka nodded her head as Tikorah dove down and leveled out. The hawk chirped, unhappily, his master had replaced him. Plorath's eyes turned a dark red as she snapped and hissed. MINE!

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

Kalitar tracked the movement of the approaching male dragonets, observing the rest of the Sands out of the corners of his eyes. He barely noticed the late entrance of the Candidates, because for some unknown reason, his gaze continuously returned to the Purple; there was something compelling about that dragonet, about his obvious enjoyment of the attention he received and of the world around him.

Kalitar heard a whine from the girls’ side of the Sands, and whipped his gaze around, unerringly pinpointing its source in the Green, who appeared to have gotten on the bad side of the dark-hazed Sunset. Turning back, he saw the Blue starting to leave with Holt, no, H’rarn. He was just wondering where the Purple was when something bumped into him.

Look at everyone looking at everything! Maybe now they will look at us! They will look at K'tar and Viarth!

Startled, Kalitar, or rather K’tar, glanced down. There, in front of him, was the same noble Purple that he’d watched cross the Sands, tail swishing in excitement. When his eyes met the rapidly whirling eyes of the dragonet, Viarth, K’tar felt a like excitement bubbling up from some well within him, or perhaps it was just that Viarth’s excitement amplified his own.

~I can’t see why they won’t notice us, after all you are the best looking of the lot.~ K’tar said, reaching out to rub Viarth’s right eyeridge, which, Viarth had informed him, itched. ~How’s about something to eat?~ he asked, glancing at Viarth.

Eat? Where is the food? Viarth looked around, eyes whirling faster. He wasn’t precisely hungry, there was so much to explore, but then, to explore, one must eat.

K’tar grinned as he and Viarth strode over to the waiting buckets of meat being handed out by the Weyrling master. Their exit from the Sands was as smooth as their entrances had been (at least according to them); precise down to the partly raised angle at which Viarth carried his brilliant wings and the way that their feet struck the sand in time -- Viarth was trying to tease K'tar, and had settled on imitating K'tar's "grand exit" style. However, Viarth started looking from side to side, his nostrils flaring and quivering, once they got a closer to the food.

[Kaya]

It would be the Iron who would chose next. He was ready to be done with the sand and its air of uncertainty. He had just about finished searching the males when he felt something pull him. His instincts told him to not lose heart; the end of his quest was near. He tried to pass the last few boys with the even searching he had been practicing, but as he walked the urge to burst into a run and claim his future Rider grew. He was so close! So close to being free of this struggle and ready to take on the world!

Z’an! Bigroth has found you! This is just as it should be. The dragonet took a moment’s pause to relish in the warm glow of having found his Rider. There was so much they could do together now, now that he had found him. Though as excited as he was, his hunger refused to be ignored. I am hungry…

The Cloud was still quite near the line of boys where he saw the Iron Impress. It left him with the feeling of a large emptiness in him. He now saw the object of his desire and yet had not found another with which to obtain it. That happiness, that security and readiness to explore the world… A deep longing welled up inside of him and threatened to consume his will to search. What a sad, lonely dragon he was, missing his Rider! He refused to cry aloud, but ducked his head in against his wing for a good minute. He might have stayed that way if a warm, mental nudge hadn’t prompted him to keep searching. His mother was there, watching. He would not be lost. She loved him, so would another. Heartened, the Cloud took another tentative step. Yes, he could do this. It would be hard, but he could…

The Jungle was already half way to the boys but the Moonlight was still shocked and upset by another dragonet having been so close to his egg. That was not how things were done! He was sure of it. Though he had little personal knowledge of proper patterns and procedures, he made extensive mental notes regarding how much he needed to learn. He would spend a great deal of time later on reconstructing them, for his first hours of life would be exhausting. He would forget most of his questions within the hour. Still, he knew another dragonet didn’t belong in his egg. That much he knew. So that other dragon had no business near his shell! Picking up the one good piece of egg amongst the shambles the Moonlight carried it toward the boys. The shining shell would be a token of his bond with his Rider. It was his way of doing things. Everyone else ought to understand them and act similarly.

The Dream, who had hatched quite a while ago, was finished looking at the males. All of them had disappointed him. There was a certain spunk and flare for adventure that all of them lacked. Irked, the Dream ventured to the other half of the circle to find his life partner. He noticed how much sand had stuck to his feet and tried to shake a little off. His mind, without his knowing, was taking record of his feeling he felt. His life was of grand importance, so much so that it should be remembered and retold to others in the best way possible with all the relevant details. The heat, the fear of loneliness and retreating back into the blackness that was so much like their eggs… it was all part of his grand story that he would weave and display. All other stories would pale in comparison to his. While he was assimilating his ideas his tail brushed against one girl’s leg. He stopped, intrigued by the feeling. He looked back to find the other living creature he had chanced to notice. It was a girl with a sense of brownness all over her: hair, eyes, even her skin. She wasn’t quite like anything he’d seen so far on the sands. There was an air of stories around her. It was hard for him to describe just what he sensed around her, but there was something. A very obvious something that made her stand out from all the others. He reached forward with his mind to find out more about this fabulous creature that rivaled even his majesty. Koga…that is a most suitable name for Itorth’s Rider. Yes, they fit together quite well. So many stories we shall find and tell, Koga! …you do think so, don’t you? the dragonet asked in closing, trying to hid his hunger with his question. He knew it would be no use the moment he finished, but it had been worth a shot. Nonetheless, he would eat, and then onward!

The eggs, having been still for a moment, resumed their activities. Archith waited patiently over the fourteenth egg, not leaving to nudge the next. This one egg she would have more patience, for the dragonet within required it. The Queen hoped the good feelings around her egg would help the dragonet grow up well. She had a good idea of what was in that egg, for it was the one that drew attention more than the others as she watched them. It was one reason she had separated the eggs, so they would have room to be themselves and so that she could hopefully influence them for the better. The dragonet was nearly out. Finally a leg broke free, then other limbs and wings. The little one managed to free herself without covering herself in too much sand. Archith smiled at her Starlight daughter. She was unusually small for her color, but perhaps that would be a good thing in the long run. The Gold encouraged her onward before turning to the fifteenth egg.

It was becoming a tiring search for the Cloud. He had almost given up once, and was about to give up his search again when something caught his eye. It was a smaller Candidate, younger than most of the others. There was something that shone in that boy, and it drew the Cloud in slowly like a disbelieving soul toward a long sought after stream. It took him a good forever to get over his disbelief, and another eternity to say something, but finally the dragonet summoned up the courage to speak. R’aizMine…Ceeth has found you at last…What a search it has been. His message delivered, he proceeded to tell his Rider how hungry he was.

D’zielMine! a loud voice shouted. Its owner was appalled and somewhat distressed. A dragonet who appeared equally distressed made his way rapidly toward D’ziel. It was a Moonlight, the very one who had been put off by his Jungle brother. Why in the sky’s name are you all the way back there?! The dragonet was obviously confused and shook up by the difference in protocol. Why was his Rider standing so far away from all the other humans? It was unacceptable! Why should his stand in such a place?! Your strange placement…Hocteth dislikes it. The Moonlight stopped at the edge of the true circle. His D’ziel should move, not him. It was only proper. Please relocate yourself here.

Archith was already on to the sixteenth egg. The fifteenth was having no trouble, though it didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry. A rather weary looking DarkBlue shrugged off the shell and made her way toward the females. It was so tiring, being born and all that. Such a bother… She was hungry too, to top it all off. What a fantastic day to be treated this way. It was so hot too, and too bright. She wished she had a word to properly describe how disgustingly awful everything was. What she wouldn’t give to- Her thought was interrupted by a nudge from a large gold snout. Go on, Archith prompted, her resolve unwavering. This dragonet would need a firm mind and an easy going heart. She would find them, if she just kept searching.


Dragonets

Bigroth
Name: Big-groth
Hex colors: 666666 / 999999
Adult size: 35 feet
About: The ultamate "doer", Bigroth will cling to a task and not stop until it's done. He is rather serious while working but the softest heart when he's relaxing. He enjoys the company of all and is on a constant lookout for a good time.

Itorth[/b][/color]
Name: Eye-tore'th
Hex colors: 000073 / 8d8c8c
Adult size: 29 feet
About: Itorth is a budding story teller that promises to become a master of this skill with time. He has a good eye for detail and is able to recall many of his life's memories at will. However, because his life is so vivid to him he tends to have a habit of lying to improve the more "boring areas" of his life if it suits him. Unlike other Dreams, he has little patience for most others' stories because he places his own in such high regard.


Ceeth
Name: See'th
Hex colors: ffffff / 4ed4d9 (feel free to use any similar, eye-pleasing blue)
Adult size: 24 feet
About: This Cloud loves the sky, especially over water. He loves the reflections of lakes and the waves of the sea. Ceeth believes people and dragons need to do what they love frequently and with passion. He is content to spend quiet companionable silences with others and observe nature.

Hocteth
Name: Hock-teth
Hex colors: 434343 / fbf3a8 (yellows are hard to see on this blue skin so feel free to just use the darker color 434343)
Adult size: 33 feet
About: Hocteth is exceedingly tense about rules, hates things being out of place. He is quite likely to break down into a frustrated mess if his plans go awry. He is happiest when things are clear, straight forward and moving along at a steady pace. Hocteth likes predictability and security. Oddly enough, he's drawn to friends who are quite the opposite of his nature and will probably be dragged along on more crazy adventures than he's comfortable with.

[Shoki]

Dalziel watched the action, interested how many male candidates were being reviewed at the moment. The iron dragonet went first, to someone he was not familiar with. He was consciously watching Dan in the corner of his eye. Of course he wanted to know the moment his brother impressed. It did not stop him from looking at all the others around him that impressed though. He spotted a Cloud, who had ducked under one of his wings. He was not sure what had prompted that, but he was sure there was some sort of reason for it.

A jungle started toward the boys, leaving the moonlight from before to its egg shells. It took up one of the egg shells before it also headed over, which was interesting. Did they usually do that? That thought vanished quickly, a dream passing the male candidates by. It seemed like no one of the male candidates interested it, so it was going to the girls to see if it could find its mine. At this point Dalziel was finding it hard to watch all of the dragonets, but found another pair impressing near him. The cloud had found his rider, once again, in a good position so he could see it well. It was nice to see, even more that the cloud was not looking so embarrassed maybe? That was Dalziel’s best guess on the head duck he had been doing earlier.

D’zielMine! The single proclamation stole all of his attention in an instant, and he turned to the distressed looking moonlight heading for him. Why in the sky’s name are you all the way back there?! Your strange placement…Hocteth dislikes it. The dragonet stopped before the line of candidates, that being the area to which the twin had previously been kicked out of so to speak. Please relocate yourself here. Dalziel, or rather D’ziel, proceeded as instructed, standing in font of Hocteth. “This better?” The boy’s voice was obviously happy, though subdued rather then excited. Of course his voice didn’t say everything. Indeed. Hocteth was no longer distressed, having things in their proper order. He formally presented the piece of egg shell that he was carrying to D’ziel, who accepted it carefully. “Thank you Hocteth. I’ll take good care of it.” He really would, making double sure no feline or flitt took an accidental spill onto it. It would be well cared for. “In exchange, shall I get you something to eat?” Hocteth seemed to be particularly pleased with that statement even before he said anything. That would be quite proper. D’ziel smiled at the moonlight and lead the way to where the meat was available. They would be an interesting pair for sure, and he had just gotten started.

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Mau watched some of the eggs hatching, but was not particularly pleased with her view. She was relieved when one of the dragonets, a dream, came closer to the candidates so she could see it better. With just a few shuffles to one side or the other she could watch through the gaps in the candidates in front of her as it walked across to inspect the candidates. It stopped in front of one of them, and impressed. She had little idea what such a coloring meant, but the cool colors and bits of silver were lovely. It was the first of the cool colored dragonets she had noticed properly, but would not be the last.

With some effort she spotted one of the eggs as it broke free, a dark blue dragonet with speckled yellow on its hide. It reminded her of the night sky, for good reason. Still, the hatching had no will to slow down for her pace, and a darkblue dragonet came into the world. It looked a little tired. It made her wonder if hatching was hard work. It made sense, after all right after a weyrling was to get food for their dragonet and a nap followed. Mau’s thoughts got a little hazy on the edges, which made her ball her handkerchief again. She WOULD focus. This was supposed to be the most exciting day of her life. Right? She was lucky enough to be here, cold or no cold, late or not! It was the first hatching she had ever stood for and even if she had made all sorts of mistakes she would make sure she remembered it for the rest of her life. She was going to write letters to all of her friends and, shard it, she would have something to tell them about! She would write with a passion that would ooze from the page and that meant she was not going to let some annoying head cold stop her from enjoying every moment of this hatching.

Brimming with passion she rose on her tiptoes to see ALL of the dragonets and where they were. She finally got a glimpse of the dragonets on the male’s side and spotted a metallic gray dragonet, something she had not seen before. A blue and white dragonet was standing near a boy as well as a dark dragonet with yellow whisps. A mottled green was reviewing the male candidates, which was one she thought looked nice. Mau relaxed for a moment, letting her toes take a break as she stood on her feet properly again. After a moment she rose back on her toes to get a better look again, not willing to give up again.

[Moo]

Citrine, Brown, Dream, Blue, Purple, Sunset, Green….in a whirlwind of color, dragonets hatched out onto the Sands like clockwork. The crowd oohed and aahed over the new hatchlings, and D’gan and his dragon were no different.

Mosiliath gurgled with delight as he watched the Pink dragonet. She sings a lovely song. His eyes whirled in approval and he wondered who she would Impress to. Do you not agree?

D’gan winced slightly as he heard the sound. Well, she certainly has…potential.

The Tiger snorted at his Rider’s distaste. Untrained as she is, her joy is plain, and that makes it nice to hear.

D’gan patted his dragon on the shoulder, shook his head good-naturedly, and shrugged off his riding jacket. He was not as convinced, but a smile worked its way onto his face. Pinks were singers, after all. She would mature with the rest of them. There are many dragonets here. It’s a good Hatching.

The Tiger eyed the Sunset dragonet with particular curiosity. I do not know about that one – the Sunset, or her Rider. Unease settled in his chest. I sense they may be difficult in the near future. Not to mention, that dragonet has a different hide.

We have dealt with difficult Weyrlings before, Mosiliath. D’gan scrutinized the pair. He shifted in his seat as he felt the cold disquiet from his dragon seep into his bones. The pair seem headstrong, and that could cause strain when either one has a different opinion. Much like Crimsons and Coppers and Starlights we have seen in the past. He could not hear what was said on the Sands, but it caused the Sunset to snap and hiss. D’gan made a noise in his throat. As far as the dragonet’s hide is concerned, it may well be nothing. However, we would be fools to discount the idea of the haze being related to the Dark Mists Weyr – even if that is but a story to us.

We should speak to our Weyrwoman about this.

Are you asking or telling?

Would you not want to know?

I feel that the Weyrwoman will have enough on her mind. I assume this is her Queen’s first clutch, and have no doubt that there will be plenty of comments on that dragonet. On the implications. No, I feel that we should refrain from mentioning anything – unless she herself brings it up in a direct conversation.

Goosebumps puckered his skin as a hot stream of breath hit his back, briefly warming him from the cool morning air. He sighed, and Mosiliath bumped him on the shoulder with the tip of his nose.

Well spoken. It seems I have made a good impression on you after all.

I could not have asked for a better friend. He smiled to himself as he felt his dragon agree.

Oh look…there are more dragonets now…

Jungle, Iron, Cloud, Starlight, Moonlight, DarkBlue.

... and more Impressions.

We may yet meet them soon. The Weyrlings.

We may. Do you...do you think they would play with me?

Play with you? I fear you would crush them with your weight.

I will pretend I did not hear that.

D’gan snickered.

There’s an ocean we could play in later. Or maybe you could ask a Bronze…or even the Queen. You could not squash them even if you tried.

You’re hilarious, really. Quite charming. Truly, I could not have asked for a better Mine.

Love you.

Mosiliath crooned quietly.

And they turned to watch the remainder of the Hatching.

[krillian]

He couldn't help the disappointed sigh as the colorful little hatchling chose a girl. What a lucky girl she was, having a dragon with all the colors of a sunset. Every day would be like a gather, all bright colors and companionship.

Alright, he knew there would be lots of hard work involved, but it would be out in the bright colorful day and up in the sky. How true was it that if you have a dragon that you needed no wife? Seeing the smiles of the ones chosen he had to wonder if it was true.

Watching the antics of the Iron's was interesting, but he couldn't help but find them rather plain looking compared to the other hatchlings. The purple was dazzling and the cloud gorgeous. If he was left standing he would have some great memories and stories to tell.

Carefully Krillian moved out of the way of an impressed pair and then back to fill in the shrinking semicircle He wasn't sure if they needed to move forward so he'd wait to see if one of the more knowledgeable candidates moved.

[Jay Kitten]

The excitement hung thick in the air for most, but for some it ran as thin as the blood of a Holder living around the equator of Pern's warm surface. Dread was the name of the game for a few, aspiring hope and benevolent distaste as those who were further from Impression started to realize their blatant situation. But one girl was biting her lip still, her hand furled in her dress as she held back her intense emotion, trying to think happy thoughts and invite whoever it was inside.

It wasn't working. Doubt started to cross her mind, and V'ridian frowned as he noticed his sister's discomfort. "That isn't good. If she doesn't calm down, she will never Impress." Lavender knew this, though, and without his words she centered herself again. Closing her eyes, she began to calm down, taking long, low breaths. Eventually, the world around her dimmed to a dull roar, words and laughter and sobs of those without hope drowning out in her little space. Another breath.

She pictured the Gold standing majestically over the eggs, and the remaining ones as well, their dancing shells placed carefully in her mind's eye's recreation of the sands. She singled out herself and the eggs. It was just her and the dragons. Would she be good enough? She opened her eyes and with a look of determination she crossed her arms again. V'ridian grinned. But surely enough her moment of zen was shattered by a loud crash, which alerted not only her but most of the Sands, excluding mostly Candidates and a few of the riders.

Across the way, she could see a toppled Tiger, one rather massive one if she did say so herself, which was squirming his way through a pile of tangled dragons whom he seemed to have made a rough landing on top of. His large hide was scarred and wrinkled, not unlike the man who clambered his way over the top of the massive beast. She couldn't understate how huge this dragon seemed to be, though, as he was sitting on top of a large bronze quite easily.

The old man waved a long, twisted staff frantically, yelling for those on the sands to rewind the Hatching so he didn't miss anything.

Eccentric old-timer? Maybe. She let it go and focused on the eggs again.

V'ridian knew better than to berate this man, though, for he knew who he was. Nobody seemed to question the elderly figure even as rude as he seemed to be, and finally R'nos settled into a seat, blowing his nose loudly on his sleeve as he rested next to K'cin.

"Did I miss the feast?!" he asked loudly, V'ridian had a feeling the Tiger of Pern was well passed his prime... He seemed to be hard of hearing. Either way, his Tiger hadn't moved yet, and a rather angry bronzerider was shouting at R'nos for him to move his beast, though he seemed not to notice. At all. Nobody came to defend the bronzerider, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Interesting outburst. Regganith was snoring peacefully with his big, bronze pillow. Old dragons...

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Left and right people gave up their resolve and either left the Sands or broke down, though those few who received dragonets did just the opposite, remaining in place and either laughing or crying in happiness... But still she stood. Just her and the eggs...

[Kaya]

The sixteenth egg would release a delicate, little Wood. She stretched and circled around the next egg, the seventeenth. For some reason she was particularly enamored with the light greenish tint the egg had. Hers had had a bit of creamy rose, just the slightest bit. She tried to imagine the two colors together. She just wished the egg would hold still so she could truly appreciate-

A crack down the side ruined the object she was admiring. Disappointed and a bit angry, the Wood stalked off toward the girls. She had been looking at that and she wasn't done yet. She couldn't resist taking a look back when she heard the shell finish breaking. A Grey was on the sands now. ...its egg had been prettier. The Wood turned her attention away.

The Starlight turned to look at the Wood who was joining her search area. Though she had allowed the dragonets there before her to be around the other girls, the newcomer rubbed her the wrong way. She glared at the other dragonet and backed up toward the Candidate girls who she knew were staring at her. She was the one they all ought to be looking at. So it was when a large, adult dragon crashed into the crowd the Starlight let out a frustrated scream. Another big oaf interrupting like the last one! She hadn't been out to see him, but she'd heard! Oooo. If males didn't shape up their acts she'd have nothing to do with them. Especially those orange ones. Hmph.

Turning around the Starlight's eyes caught on one girl in particular. Perhaps she wouldn't have to keep shooing away the new dragonets if she could just be out of here...and there would be food. And privacy away from those orange annoyances. LavenderMine! Ah, good. Fayzeth is incredibly hungry and there are too many orange ones that upset mother. Please can we go, LavenderOwn?

The Green, for one, was happy to see the tense Starlight go. Now she could finally relax and get down to finding that spark of a consciousness she had felt earlier. It was much less difficult with that dragonet and her Rider's worries contained out of the way. The Green smiled, poked her face into a few Candidates' personal space before she finally stopped and sunk her toes into the blazing, comfortable sands. Mau! Oh, Mine. I can finally hear myself think! Isn't it great? Oh, my name's Quimyenth. And, well, I'm hungry too. Or do you just feel hungry because I do? ....can we go try all the foods? Provided there's more than one kind of food...

As the Green found her life partner the eighteenth egg gave way to a dainty Black dragonet. She was a thin dragonet, and likely ravenous. She took in the sight of the Hatching in one big stare and then slammed her eyes shut and scrunched her face. She was SO hungry. Too hungry to have to go through this. She beat down the urge to scream and whine about it. That would just waste her energy. So hungry, and getting tireder by the second. She launched herself off as fast as she dared toward the boys. The girls' section was now too small for her tastes.

Another Purple dragon, this one female, would arrive next. She took great delight in watching her shell shatter at her effort. It was great fun, though it didn't feel good enough for how tired it made her. ...tomorrow she would find something better to do! More enjoyable, less exhausting. She followed after her Black sister, wondering if she really was as tired as the wobbly steps she took implied.


Dragonets

Fayzeth[/b][/color]
Name: Fay-zeth
Hex colors: 1111D4 / FFCC00
Adult size: 28 feet
About: Fayzeth is sensitive. Things that bother others, bother her, and if something is upsetting her she insists that others know about it. She doesn't mean to come off as demanding, she just speaks her mind without restraint. She is building her own set of expectations and rules as she gets older and once she's set in them they won't be likely to change. Unlike other Starlights, she's not as consciously self-centered and vain, though she can come off as a dragon who is centered on "her wants" and not those of others. Of all things, Fayzeth wishes she were larger. Though she’s most in tune with her own needs, she fears the negative judgments of others. Defending herself from others’ sentiments that she doesn’t enjoy, Fayzeth can come off as confrontational at times. Really, this Starlight wants nothing more than the approval of those she admires and to be liked well enough by everyone else.

Quimyenth
Name: Qui-mine'th
Hex color: 39B339
Adult size: 27 feet
About: Quimyenth is a little big for a Green and possesses an extra helping of energy. She is a quick learner and enjoys nothing more than getting herself into new activities. This Green wants to try it all! Though she’s seldom does anything right the first several times, she picks things up very well once she’s gotten over this initial hump. Having been properly trained, Quimyenth excels greatly at nearly everything she tries. This being the case she will probably get a swollen head if not cautioned properly. She will also need extra talks on compassion and relating with others who struggle to do what she does naturally.

[Jay Kitten]

The girl felt harsh regret biting at the back of her mind, she felt like she no longer belonged on the Sands. She wanted to give up, to leave with the rest, the pressure was bearing down and she felt like it would cause her spine to snap and her life to be over. Like gravity was twice what it normally was. Her chest tingled uncomfortably and her eyes started to dart from the Gold to her brother and back... But she kept calm. Her outward appearance and her inner thoughts both stayed cool, leveled, and under check. But her hands were shaking.

And her knees were weak.

But, all at once, she felt suddenly warm, and felt her knees steady, her hands as well, the negative feelings began to subside. She felt accepting of her circumstance, and that was when she realized it had happened.

A sharp voice cracked through her head like a nail driven into wood, or a pen punching through paper. She blinked, and V'ridian stood up in his chair. Suddenly, things seemed to slow down. A blue and yellow hided dragonet approached her, the one who had spoke. She felt her heart pounding in her throat. And all at once the cheer her brother let out rang into her ears, snapping her back to reality just as her fingers touched the nose of the one whom she would spend the rest of her life with.

"Yes! You did it!" the Harper yelled, thrusting a fist toward the clouds, just as Fayzeth's wings stretched abound.

"Fayzeth..." It was the only thing Lavender could say. Fayz. Fayzeth. Zeth. Fayzeth. It repeated over and over, and finally, the dragoness harumphed noisily, and headbutted her in the stomach.

"Ouph...!" came her response.

"Oh... Uhoh..." said the Tigerrider.

I said we need to leave. You and I both wish to do so... So why are we standing here?

She shook her head and winced, standing back up straight. "I appologize... This is just a new experience for me." She could feel Fayzeth's mind, her thoughts, her feelings, all bare and simple and screaming for food and attention. She was a young dragonet, and hadn't yet learned to shield herself from her Rider.

A smile washed over her. She was a Rider. Just like her brother... She had done it. Impressed... And to a Starlight. The amount of happiness she could feel, it was indescribable. Carefully, she led her new charge from the sands.

V'ridian met her down by the Impressed Candidate's exit area, pulling her into his arms and giving her the biggest, proudest hug a brother possibly could. "I knew you would do it, I knew it!" He set her down, noting the blush she now wore. Her brother embarrassed her. She would get over it.

"Hey there little lady..." He prodded a finger toward Fayzeth, who simply growled and almost bit it off. He pulled it back quickly. "Woah! Jeez, she's more ravenous than Cirryyth was! Quick, get her fed before she takes off my hand!" He ushered the couple over to the meat, and passed Lavender a few chunks.

The next few minutes were some of the happiest in her life. She couldn't help but smile and laugh each time she tossed a piece of meat to the funny little dragonet, whom bounced and careened and nearly toppled herself trying to get at the food. She really was hungry. So much so that it was affecting her. She reached for a sweetroll, they had sustenance for the riders as well.

"This is going to be quite the journey, isn't it, Fayzeth?" she said softly, the Starlight merely continued eating. She sighed. What a day.

[Lark]

Z'an stared at the Iron dragonet came closer to him. Smiling, he met it as the iron spoke in his head. It was a pleasant hum in the back of his mind, a gentle caress just for him. The new weyrling smiled and nodded his head. "Yea, you did find me Bigroth." The iron crooned, pleased that His had heard him. Not that His wouldn't. With that, Z led Bigroth to the sidelines to eat, watching the others around him.

They were doing the same so far, and it please Z'an that he was doing this right. Looking up into the stands, the weyrling smirked. His father was gaping down at him, amazed his son had impressed. "Take that! You never thought I would, but I did." The words were spoken to himself, but received a pleased warble from his iron.

[Shoki]

Mau was on tiptoes again when she saw a tree bark patterned dragonet hatch. It was a lovely little dragonet. It seemed to be admiring another egg about to hatch. She needed a little break though, so she rested on her feet a moment before trying again. The egg had already split open by the time she could see again, revealing a gray dragonet. She thought the brown dragonet was a bit more interesting for the pattern, but she had to wonder why she thought the gray dragonet looked depressed. Maybe she was just thinking too hard. It had just hatched, so it was probably the color of its hide that was fooling her senses.

When the starry-sky dragonet moved closer to the girls she got down off her tiptoes. It was nice to be able to stand without hurting her feet. It impressed someone to the side of her, but close enough that she could see. The candidate seemed a bit in shock about the whole thing, or that’s how it seemed from where she was standing. She would have continued watching if a flicker of movement had not appeared from in front of her.

A Green was poking her head about the candidates. Finally, a color that Mau recognized. She did not have time to think before the dragonet dug her feet in and spoke to her. Mau! Oh, Mine. I can finally hear myself think! Isn't it great? Oh, my name's Quimyenth. And, well, I'm hungry too. Or do you just feel hungry because I do? ....can we go try all the foods? Provided there's more than one kind of food... It took Mau a moment to process all of what was happening, and not just from her head cold. It was so strange hearing something else in her head, and couldn’t get over how she could feel Quimyenth’s excitement and hunger all rolled up together. She tried to straighten up and get her thoughts together to create a proper response for her new best friend.

“Well, I am glad you have some thinking room. You know, there is only one way to find out about what kind of food there is.”

Oh?

“We gotta go and find out ourselves.”

Oh let’s go! Quimyenth scampered off to get some food, with Mau following at and even pace. She was very pleased to have a new friend. She always was happy to have a new friend but this was more, novel, more life changing, that seemed like the right phrase. Mau trotted forward so she didn’t keep Quimyenth waiting. The Green was so eager to try new things that Mau couldn’t help but be swept up in the excitement. She blew her nose into the handkerchief quickly before getting a bucket of meat to feed to her energetic friend.

It was amazing what could change when you had a head cold.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

"He did it!" Jatheiron's whooping cheer was lost in the general cheers as several dragonets hatched and Impressed. His cheer was joined by others from Talerian, Farnaj, and Keralt. He would have dashed out of the stands to meet up with Kalitar, but his father's presence stopped him.

"You'll get to talk with him soon enough," Lord Famoran said, catching on to Jatheiron's sudden eagerness and-correctly-guessing its cause. He grinned as he watched the little Purple imitate Kalitar's exit. This could get very interesting he thought.

[Kaya]

The thin Black had escaped the chaos of the breaking eggs around her. In no time at all the egg near her had broken to release a Blue into the world. She took off at high speed, wanting no more new things to enter her world until she was less hungry. It was a terrible sensation and it upset her little world greatly. When she saw she had veered towards the boys she paused a moment, but then renewed her march and quickened her steps.

Behind her the twentieth egg broke. And then the twenty first. A White male and another Wood female. They shook the sand from themselves, exchanged polite hellos, and were off. The twenty second egg had a bit more trouble, but the frustrated DarkBlue dragonet finally made his way out into the world. A Purple dragon would shatter the twenty third egg moments after the DarkBlue had left. She pranced about her shell and then darted off towards the Candidates. She didn't even notice when her Black brother was born. The last two eggs wobbled on the now rather empty Sands. Many dragons had already found their future Riders and left. A Black with a tinge of green and her Green sister found their way out last. Together they walked to the girls' side, hoping to find their Riders. Archith waited diligently as the last of her children, now all present in the fresh air, found their Riders.

The little Black was starving by this time. She wrinkled her face again and then let out a rather undignified squeak. She was so tired of this. She marched right up to Krillian and shouted at him. I HATE THIS! I'M SO HUNGRY I COULD DIE! SO HUNGRY! ....FOOD K'LIAN! FOOD NOW FOR JUNITH!!

And so, with a last cheer for the dragonets who had just Impressed, the Hatching was over. And about time too! The crowd was just as hungry as Junith. ...maybe.

Dragonet

Junith

Name: June-ith
Hex colors: 000000 or just bold the text
Adult size: 25 feet
About: Junith feels things intensely and is not shy about letting her needs be known. She has a short fuse and can be set off without warning should she encounter a "last straw" in a string of frustrating things. Despite her tendency to yell, Junith loves attention. More than anything she treasures complements and will probably insist that you write some of them down so she won't forget just how lovely that dragon told her she looked yesterday morning. On all but her worst days, Junith is good company for conversation and is never at a lack of subjects to discuss.