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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:23 pm
She was beginning with the Teal Swirl egg. It seemed the most likely of the duds to contain a dragon… she always disliked this guessing game, a sentiment shared by the queen. Dropping the shovel-tool from her shoulder, she stood beside the egg and lined up her swing. They had to do this… had to do it for the Weyr. Every dragon was a precious life and it wasn’t responsible to allow them to die in the egg. Inhaling, the Weyrwoman held her breath and swung the shovel, smacking the side of the egg but good. Cracks radiated out from the impact point and the egg rocked, responding to the forceful action. She nodded and shifted and little around and swung again, cracking more of the egg.
Enough so, apparently, for the top be pushed off as a dark, egg-goo covered body rolled out of the egg, tumbled as if sent shooting from the smack of the shovel and managed to somehow come up on all fours. The little black body rose up high in a ‘tadaa’ pose and he looked around, meeting the gaze of anyone who chose to watch his antics. A new black had been born.
Tossing his head, the little black looked around more seriously as he cast his gaze about. His… His was here. Somewhere. He could feel him. Covered in sand and goo and tiny as a little green, he stumbled off towards the boys.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:26 pm
A black!... A black heading for the boys. He might change his mind though. Heart hammering, Kleos followed the hatchling with her eyes, hoping that he would divert his course and come to her. Two more eggs unhatched, but this could well be the last dragon, the last chance at this hatching. Shards. She didn't want to walk away alone.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:27 pm
Resting most of her weight on her good leg to spare her other as much as possible. It seemed the Teal Swirl was the lucky first. Goo or dragon? Goo or dragon? A small assist from the weyrwoman and its definitely a dragon. Wykla watches as the little black springs from the egg to land on all fours. My wasn't he full of himself?
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:27 pm
Thank Faranth, it wasn't a true Dud! There was a dragonet inside, a small and vibrant black! Tiepet let the image of the dragonet flood her mind and over to the sleeping Filanth, who rumbled a bit as she accepted the images. The Green really wasn't that far along into her impromptu nap, the sound of the shovel against the egg waking her enough that she was more than aware, and now that Tie had done some poking she opened her eyes and looked.
It is good to see another of my clutch. He's really little though, smaller than me.
He'll grow bigger than you, just you wait and see. He'll rival the size of a blue for certain, but you'll still be just perfect in my eyes.
Flattery will get you no where, Mine.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:28 pm
Having seen such antics before, Therion wasn't appalled when Erilyn started taking measured whacks at the teal swirl egg. He couldn't help wincing a little each time the large silver shovel connected with the hardened shell though - that was a sound you just did not get used to, no matter if you were Weyrborn or Searched.
He watched the little black rolling out of the abused egg and applauded it for being so full of fight already. It would hold him in good stead...if Atypical flits were hard to raise, the Dragons themselves would be hundreds of times harder.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:30 pm
The harper winced as metal met shell. She trusted the weyrwoman to have experience with these things, but how were they sure they weren't injuring the hatchling whacking away like that? But then the shell cracked, and the hatchling worked his way free...
Okay, now that is a rather adorable sight. Sevya had never seen an atypical hatchling up close. She knew they were small, but she thought they meant, you know...SMALL. This thing was no bigger than a green; heck, the greens that hatched would probably tower over him! But he was extremely confident for his size as he took off across the hatching sands. She couldn't help but smile at him.
"Find yours, kid!" she said softly, suppressing a yawn.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:32 pm
Zeren sagged in relief as the gorgeous little black emerged, his pose made Zeren smile, it was as if the little black was proud to have emerged, his heart leapt as the tiny dragonet headed towards the boys, *maybe.....just maybe* he thought desperately
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:37 pm
He tripped once, turned it into a roll but his amateur antics only got him flipped on his back. Legs flailing in the air, he cried out in frustration and rolled from side to side, wings sticking to the ground, heavy with sands. His eyes were closed and he keened again, the hunger and the desire for His crashing down on him and stealing his energy away. Oh Zinzelmine! Did you see!? Your Challiath needs you! He cried out, tail lashing as he finally righted himself but he didn’t move forward. He needed to be cleaned of the muck before he moved much farther. 
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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:37 pm
If Sharajan could select the most undignified way to come into the world, he would never have selected this; he never would have thought of it in the *first* place.
My. This is...awkward. No elegance here; just a determined hammering at sand-heated shells until the weak hatchling could find its own way out. He could tell the Weyrwoman wasn't fond of this portion of the hatching at all, and from the looks of everyone watching, no one else really was thrilled either. But the hatchling she helped release was alive, and his eyes tracked the little black as he wandered towards the candidates.
The candidate bit his lip. How these weak little things played such a role after they grew up, he had no idea.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:41 pm
Zeren watched as the little black tried to roll after a trip, he almost stepped forwards to help the little creature as it got flipped and started flailing, he wanted to go it it, but he knew that the Dragonet would want only His, and would call for him most likely.
Looking back to the other eggs, he clenched his fists *pleeeease* he pleaded to himself.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:41 pm
Rhilira shifted in her seat as the first egg was cracked open - that silly teal one near the front. It produced a black dragonet, and she silently grinned in appreciation that it wasn't a dud at all. A little black hatchling... Wow, just look how small he is! She didn't expect Galianth's approval - she didn't seem to approve of much, though Rhilira certainly didn't mind that at all...
As long as he is well taken care of, he will be fine.
The response was as neutral and disinterested as any living thing could have managed, and that made her chuckle. Though, of course a dragonet who had already found Hers wouldn't care about the rest of the clutch... Well, at least, of course for Galianth.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:42 pm
A quick Impression. The pretty black certainly seemed to know who he wanted. Even if he did get stuck on his back after trying another antic. Luckily he managed to right himself. Wykla smiles a little a the thought of fun those two would have. Only two left now.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:43 pm
Not her. Again, not here. Two more possible chances, just two more... It would be easier to resign herself to not being chosen this time, but if she did that and there were dragons in those eggs, closing herself off like that might turn them away from her. She had to hope right up to the very end, no matter how crushing the dissapointment would be if in the end she truly was alone. Open heart, open mind, let them see all that she was and if one wanted her...
Kleos smiled a little. To be a rider. That was worth the risk of pain. That was worth any risk in the world.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:46 pm
The little black had settled on it's back but had twisted it's head, likely calling to his. Therion understood that this inky dragon wasn't for him and felt another bolt of panic try to dig into his middle, but he was having nothing of it.
Two more eggs. Two more chances.
This time around.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 3:48 pm
Kentori watched on as the little black Impressed, but he was beginning to feel very tired along side Lalaith. He forced the feeling away, wanting to see the result of the final two eggs, and he heard a drowsey voice in his head.
I am going to take a nap... Wake me up when it is time to leave. There will be much to do then, and we will do it best.
Still rubbing her, he felt her drift off, and he suddenly felt that much more awake. They had been pulled out of bed, after all... He had a right to be tired! Though his heart still fluttered with excitement, and he was sure that he wouldn't be able to sleep when it came right down to it. All he wanted to do was learn all about Lalaith!
You're thinking too loudly, Mine. I'd like some sleep.
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