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 Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 1:25 pm
Look! Tairoth crooned happily at the little black on the sands.
Best color, love. M'cel grinned and leaned forward in his seat to see who'd get the little black. R'ne rolled her eyes.
"Now you show interest..."
"You'd be lying if you said you hadn't eyed each blue, wondering who they'd get." M'cel shot back. R'ne paused and shrugged. Yes, it was true!
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 1:47 pm
Orothor moved forward without hesitation along with several other boys. They were old hats at this; they knew what came next and Orothor did little more than cast an initial look at Feynath before he took his place with the other boys in a small semi-circle around the Clutch. Some atyps couldn't even make it that far, but it was the best they could do without having the dragonet Impress to them and insist the new rider come to pick them up.
Orothor had eyes only for the egg before him as Eirlyn cracked it open with a firmer-than-usual smack. At least she'd be prepared for the Solid-As-A-Rock egg, it seemed.
Orothor almost smiled at the prodding and demanding Eirlyn was doing of the egg and its protesting inhabitant, but restrained himself. The appearance of the Black made him forget he had wanted to smile at all. The baby was turned and began its journey to the Candidates, but its direction was away from Orothor. Either it was taking the long way, or the dragon wasn't meant for him. Still, everyone watched where atypicals went. It was always of interest to see which riders atypicals would choose, for some reason. So Orothor watched, with the rest of them, absently wondering if leatherworking would be so bad to get into. Dragon harnesses were always in demand, after all.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 2:01 pm
The black, eyes whirling blue and red now rather then orange and red, hiccuped and with big, unsteady steps toddled at towards the boys a bit... then stopped and nearly tripped over his tail as he turned towards the girls. More oversized steps and he was stumbled in the uneven sand, going nose first into a little dune with a muffled cry followed by a fair amount of snorting.
Eirlyn simply shook her head. Why were the atypicals always so much less... coordinated? Because of their size? She wasn't sure. When he didn't get up, she frowned and looked at Feynath who rumbled.
The black bleated and struggled to his feet - the poor thing had crushed some discarded shell beneath him and scraped up his chest. The green ichor oozed as he cried out again, toddled a few steps and paused, seeming to catch his breath. Another few steps...
Eirlyn found herself willing him onward.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 2:23 pm
Morgaine felt sad and a bit squeamish when the black injured himself on a fragment of shell. That green ichor screamed disease to her. She couldn't help it that she was obscenely paranoid about things like that. Trying her best not to fidget or freak out Morgaine clenched her fist, the only real sign that she was stressed a bit about the situation. That paranoia ignored she really did hope the dragonet would be fine and that he would find his soon before he tired out completely.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 3:05 pm
Salin was going to laugh at him. She was. Kerrit hadn't yet Impressed, and there were only two eggs left. A dragon or so on the sands, and two eggs... Oh, he had hoped he'd Impress. He'd hoped! Salin was going to laugh.
Despite Kerrit's usual lack of desire to become friends with anyone, the two had been thrust together during chores and a shared hate for peeling tubers (as well as sneaking to the shores to find chance firelizard eggs) the boy found it difficult to not be. Salin had Impressed. A beautiful green! He couldn't wait to meet her.
Salin was going to laugh at him. He dreaded it. If he didn't Impress, he knew it would be coming. The vain, arrogant boy, despite his concerns about not Impressing, watched as others did just that. Cyrci Impressed a blue. She'd been mauled by the angry green, and rewarded, it seemed. Perhaps if he was mauled, one of the dragons would take pity on him? No, that wasn't how it worked. He knew that. Dragons chose those who suited them best.
Not who'd been mauled the worst. Even if Cyrci was an absolute dimglow for telling a dragon off. Every candidate knew better than that, didn't they?
Now the atypicals were next. They were unable to hatch on their own, Kerrit had heard, and the Weyrwoman came to help them escape their shells--a black!
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:06 pm
As Salin watched the sands, wondering who the black would go to, she spotted Kerrit. She remembered the boy from chores and a clandestine egg hunt, and was tempted to wave to him. But surely he'd be too focused on the eggs and hatchling to see anything off the sands. Not to mention, trying to call out to the Candidates in any way because general cheering was generally frowned on, and waving would probably be the same.
She kind of hoped he'd Impress today, though there was nothing wrong with being left standing at the end. She'd been a Candidate for several previous hatchings, after all.
She belatedly realized she'd stopped feeding Dranith for too long, and with an apology she continued feeding bits of meat to her dragon. Her dragon. It was still wondrous to think that a dragon had chosen her out of everyone. She had been fairly sure she would eventually, but having dragonrider parents and growing up in the weyr certainly didn't guarantee anything.
Between feeding Dranith, she kept looking up at the Sands to see what dragons would emerge and who would Impress them.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:25 pm
Aerith crooned in sympathy as the little black scrapped up his chest, while she didn't remember her own hatching, Mercy had recounted the events to her enough times that she knew she too had been tired and stumbled about so.
'He'll be alright' mercy assured her dragon though she bit her lip as she watched him - as always there was the desire to rush down and help the little fellow..but that wasn't the way things worked. He had to find his and until he did the poor beast was on his own. She just hoped he didn't manage to hurt himself any further with his stumbling about like that.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 5:17 pm
Arjikith gave a slight sigh as the blue Impressed among the girls – to the brave one that had called on his fierce sister no less – but he didn’t relax overmuch. There was still a tension in the air, and sure enough the weyrwoman came forward to call the remaining candidates over. What is this about?
“The atypicals. Most of you can hatch alright, but the blacks, crimsons, and silvers are born very frail and have tough shells, so they need help getting out so they can Impress,” Kazairl breathed, knowing his bonded could hear him though his voice was rather quiet in the hush of the moment. It hadn’t yet occurred to him to speak telepathically, though he suspected it would be easy enough.
Arjikith twitched as the first egg was given a sound whack. Help, well, that was one word for it. As the little black spilled out onto the sands he felt better about the whole matter though. He looks so tired…
Kazairl hummed in mutual concern and leaned his head against Arjikith’s flank. Though the atypicals grew to be as sound as their brethren, he couldn’t help but be infinitely grateful for Arjikith’s health just now. The brown was a little small for his color, but study despite his laziness.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 6:10 pm
All too quickly the able dragonets hatched and were paired off. Wykla leaned foward. Now came the atypicals and there were three eggs. The Weyrwoman approached the first egg and gave it a good thwack. A second use of the shovel and a bit of shaking were required before a black popped out. She grinned and watched where he would go.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 6:33 pm
His chest was heaving by the time he managed to make it to the front row of the girls, where he collapsed and made a pitiful sound that was more a plea for help then a greeting. Gaze casting around, it finally settled on that cause of the tug in his heart, the drive in him to keep going and he shuddered as he rose once more, stumbled three steps forward and collapsed again. MorgaMine! Your Palooth is so hungry! Help me? Following the black's gaze, Eirlyn spotted a girl struck by the magic of the Impression and nodded, smiling to herself as she stepped forward to size up the Proud but Polite egg. A few practice swings - she didn't want to concuss the poor hatchling - and then a good solid thwack later, the egg wriggled and toppled over, shaking as the cracks spread further and further. The foot that poked out where the shovel had connected was pale... indicating one of the rarer Atypicals as Eirlyn tap-tapped the length of the egg to help and a silver finally pushed his feet through the confining shell and flung the material off. On his back, the young prince kicked his feet and struggled a moment before rolling and righting himself. Shaking the good from his shoulders, and flicking the remnants from his feet, the delicate, subtle markings along his wings rippled with the movement. A handsome beast, to be sure. Eirlyn nudged the hatchling after a moment, wondering why he was spending so long preening himself. With a snort and a toss of his head, the silver turned to peer at those assembled.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 6:44 pm
Wykla watched as the black seemed to tired quickly, plopped down, then tried to keep going. She couldn't tell when he Impressed but Eirlyn appearantly did. She moved onto the next egg and it's proud contents graced the sands. A beautiful Silver.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 7:23 pm
Orothor watched the Black Impress to a girl, as he expected, and then returned his eyes to the eggs to watch Eirlyn take her practice swings before laying the real whack on the shell. This one, it seemed, was more fiesty. The strong personality that had shone through in the Touching manifested in the strong wriggles, advanced cracks and, finally, a pale silver foot. Orothor held his breath. Silvers were more common at Malvren than anywhere; that is to say, they were still rare as all get-up, but they had more than Trine or Benden and many of them were Wingleaders.
It looks as if we'll be adding another to that score, Orthor thought, If his posturing says anything. He watched the Silver shake goo and egg shell shards from himself for an inordinately long amount of time, a smile coming to his face. Proud definitely was the word for him. Even his inspection of the Candidates was dignified and he did it from right where he was standing. Of course, part of that may have been because atypicals struggled to walk at first... but even that might have been vanity-driven.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 7:34 pm
Cyrci had turned her head and was watching the last of the eggs with interest unaware of the blue that threaded his way through the boys. It wasn't till she heard a low pitched whine and the realization that the rest of the hatching was waiting on said blue that she turned with the others to watch. The blue had finished searching through the boys, stubbornly plodding on and looking more desperate by the moment. Would this dragon go between too? The very thought made Cyrci shudder.
Then as she shifted her weight gold eyes met the whirling green of the blue's it's bugle just barely registering over the surge of feeling that shot through the candidates body.
Mine! Oh Mine please look at your Bolth! I am here, not over there! I am so happy I found you! A voice, her dragon called within her mind the hatchling taking off at an astonishing speed to bound over to the girl skidding to a stop and spraying her and Orlina with sand.
"Bolth! Bolth! You silly Dragon! What were you doing over there? I'm not a boy!" She cried out tears running down her face as the girl threw her arms around the striped blues neck her chest practically bursting with love.
Bolth himself all, but tried to bury his head into his riders chest reaching up on his hind legs to try and meld himself into the hug his body shaking.
"I'm sorry mine! I got turned around! I was so afraid! There were so many people! Look at all the people! And I couldn't find you, but I knew I would! I'm sorry I mistook you for one of those others Mine! You're just much smaller out here then you were to me in the egg!" The blue chattered away in his mind crooning and creeling up at his rider as the two tried to slowly make their way off the sands which was a bit difficult with Bolth trying to twine himself with the girls legs which was quite a feat with him being partnered to such a tiny candidate.
Laughing whole heartedly C'rci stroked the dragons hand untangling a wing tip that snagged her robes as she lead him off to the feeding tables. "Mine? Mine? I'm hungry? Are you hungry? I want to see the others Mine!" Bolth asked still trying to burrow into his riders robes crooning and rubbing his steel blue head against her with the utmost affection. "Come along then Bolth. No, now walk straight. We'll both fall if you keep this up." C'rci corrected her handsome blue with gentle pride coaxing the dragon up to the table as she began to feed him having to pause a number of times to draw his attention back lest he choke while trying to observe his clutchmates.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 7:44 pm
It seemed that even the short walk to the Candidates tired out the little black so very much. When he collapsed to the ground, she willed him to keep going, just a little farther...and then he did, evidently finding His just as his strength gave out. He looked like he might have to be carried off the sands poor dear.
Dranith had turned to watch as well, and crooned uneasily at the sight. Are you sure he's alright? she asked, turning eyes that were tinged with yellow on her rider.
"Yes, he'll be fine" she reassured. "He's just very small and weak now. He just needs rest and food and time to grow. His will take good care of him until he's bin and strong." She patted her dragon comfortingly, and kept caressing the green as she watched the next hatching.
This egg revealed a silver, she saw as the pale hatchling came free. A rather handsome fellow, and didn't he know it. He seemed to be taking his time on the sands. Perhaps he would find His more easily, since he didn't seem to be falling over himself like the black had.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 8:18 pm
Enyo hummed herself the lullaby she wrote for her little black fillet as she watched the green come to the girls. She glanced to the blue that emerged and slowly noticed the green was coming closer. She looked at the green as she cam in front of her then as the reared up to place her forepaws on the girl’s chest with utmost gentleness. Enyo stopped humming and smiled at the green as she heard the green speak.
Enyo, I am your Jineth, and I am here for you for now and for always.
Enyo felt her body calm and her mind clear to focus on the lovely Jineth. She softly petted two fingers on the green's crown, "Hello my sweet Jineth~ Lets get you some food and oil rub, I'm glad you have finally come to me, I feel I've missed you for a long time."
Enyo waited softly for the dragon to move back onto her four feet and walked with her to the table to get her the meat to eat. She saw Wykla and waved as the two walked.
Mine will sing as I eat?
Enyo nodded and replied in her mind to her Green, Yes I shall make you a lullaby to if you would like.
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