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C'rci, the new shortened name would take some getting used to, but it had a nice ring to it. With her own dragon in tow she would have happily returned to the edge of the sands or turned to watch and see if Orlina was having any luck impressing, but there was one rather large problem.

A steel striped blue problem that was currently trying to fit himself into his riders lap. Admiring her handsome blue the girl was careful to feed the dragon slowly having to scold him here or there for not swallowing and trying to cram too much into his bottomless gullet. Bolth was just so very happy and he wanted to express that love and happiness which left him torn between trying to rub his blue hide off on his rider, eating, and wanting to chatter. The end result being half broken conversations, crooning, and C'rci having to grip the feeding table to keep from getting flattened beneath her own dragon.

"Bolth watch the claws my heart. Watch the claws." C'rci muttered scratching her handsome boys eyeridges absolutely smitten with how responsive he was to her touch. The dragon practically throwing himself at her for more as his eyes whirled green and blue with content. With each handful of meat the glinting red of hunger was slowly beginning to fade with every new morsel.

Miiiiiinnnnnnnnneeeee. Bolth practically purred in C'rci's mind his tail tangling itself between her legs as he settled down beginning to grow sleepy. My hide feels funny. The little hatchling complained bumping his head affectionately against his riders shoulder. Looking up the young woman's gold eyes scanned for oil, only to have a pot handed to her almost immediately.

"It's all right love. Here." And C'rci began to slather oil onto the steel blue dragons hide. If Bolth had been crooning before he practically purred arching into her touch, love an affection practically flooding through his riders mind. The bond would take a little getting used to. At times she had trouble determining who was the dragon and who was the human. Was her hand clawed or fingered? Yet after the first few confusing moments and rush of emotion the pair had begun to ease.

Stroking Bolth's hide C'rci worked the oil into the dragons skin with great care. Her hands were steady and strong massaging the little ones muscles as she went about oiling him a small smitten smile on her face as she worked. No dragon of hers was going to have itchy hide. If she had any say in the matter Bolth would be shining like a gold at all times and with such a striking coloration he was quite the looker.

Her dragon was striped, not just striped striped, but wicked ragged stripes like the kind sometimes seen on the feral felines of the southern continent. His over all hide was a cool steel blue, his stripes darkening to a more majestic night blue marking his hide. Why when he was full grown he'd be quite the threatening and majestic sight.

There was only one slight tiny problem.

One of the cavern workers carting more meat for the hatchlings stumbled the platter falling and shattering loudly as it hit the ground. With a half cry Bolth dove eyes whirling in fear as he buried his head right into C'rci's robes his entire form shaking. MINE! He called out into her mind in fright seeking solstice and protection in his stalwart C'rci.

Bolth was most certainly more the lover then the fighter. Lucky for the blue his rider had courage to spare.

"Shhh I've got you Bolth. Come out of there dear one. I would never let anyone hurt you." She coaxed, slowly, gently, detangling the trembling hatchling from her clothes stroking his eye ridges lovingly. Unfazed C'rci continued her oiling sending feelings of love and calmness to the fearful blue trying to work him out of his fearful frenzy.

After some time Bolth finally relaxed laying curled up and overflowing his riders lap as she carefully oiled his hide till he glistened. I've got you Mine so of course you've got me. No one else would do. Bolth replied with a little yawn his half lidded whirling eyes looking up at C'rci. The girl had to fight back tears as the wonderful creature crooned up at her. How wonderful she was, how brave, and how determined. How could he ever think she'd been anyone else, but her? But he'd gotten so jumbled up and tossed about and everything was rolling and moving and he'd been so mixed up.

Leaning down to press a little loving kiss to the blues nose she smiled finishing up the last of the oiling having used the entire pot up in her attention to her task. Staring down at the gleaming blue C'rci smiled. No one was ever going to roll her Bolth down a hill again. He would never be jostled, pushed, or left in distress for as long as she lived this C'rci assured him.

Morgaine watched as the black took a few steps, stumbled, and then let out a small cry. The poor thing. He was struggling, yet she knew she nor any of the other candidates could interfere. He had to do this on his own. Soon enough the dragon was moving again, taking a few stumbling steps and then collapsed in front of her. "MorgaMine! Your Palooth is so hungry! Help me?" Morgaine almost couldn't believe it. The black was hers. Crouching down Morgaine looked fondly at the dragon. "Don't worry Palooth I'll make sure you eat."

Reaching out Morgaine ran her hand over the blacks head. He looked too weak to make it over to the meat. Plus he was injured, not badly but injured nonetheless. "Let me see your wound." Palooth complied, laying on his side. Ignoring the blood and the possible diseases and general unsanitary nature of things, Morgaine used the sleeve of her robe to wipe away the sand and ichor from the scratches. "It's not bad, will heal just fine. Now let's see about getting you that food." Eying the distance to the tables where the meat was Morgaine wasn't entirely sure Palooth would make it there. Well that left one thing to do. Carefully, and with quite a bit of effort, Morgaine hoisted the dragonet into her arms. For being small he sure was heavy. With a grunt Morgaine began to make the way towards the meat. "What are you doing Mine?" Morgaine couldn't answer, her entire concentration was on walking and not dropping Palooth.

She made it about half way before she couldn't take another step. Gently she set Palooth down, breathing heavily. "Can you make it from here?" The dragonet looked towards the table and nodded. "I think so." The pair then began to walk towards the table together at a slow but steady pace.

The Silver remained where he was, apparently conserving his strength, before he finally nodded towards the assembled boys and dropped his head to concentrate on walking. Slow, deliberate motions as he found his footing become increasingly confident if not quicker and he eventually made it to the front of the boy's line, huffing and puffing as if he'd truly exerted himself, and paused to lift his gaze up once more.

All of the young mens' gazes were on him and he seemed to puff at that, their rightful admiration bolstering his reserves. A prince. He was a prince of the weyr... and they his people. Head held up high, he continued forward, a little slower then before, and when one youth didn't get out of the way quite quickly enough, he stopped, looked up and barked at him with an imperious tone, waiting for him to move.

Seyari was given some oil where he sat, which was a good thing - he didn't know where he was supposed to get it. But he did know how to use it, he'd been paying at least that much attention in lessons. He started to oil Lownth's hide as she flopped there with her head on his lap.

He was slow and methodical in his application, and she seemed to enjoy it, thrumming softly in her throat, almost like a purr. She was small, now, so it was easy for him to apply the oil at close range. When she got larger, there might be more problems with that. However... right now they were both in utter bliss. Finally, though, Lownth decided to comment to the others, and to call out to her newly Impressed brothers. Well, a few of them anyway.

Skewth! Yours is brilliant at oiling, as is mine. Are you enjoying yourself? Ours should speak at some point... she called toward the brown.

Bolth, have you had your fill? I have had mine, and am quite full. Would you like to play later? her greeting went out to the excitable blue.

And last, but not least - Palooth! It is good to see you have found yours! I should like to get to know you later, if you are feeling well enough to visit!

Seyari's oiling did not stop, but he DID pause to watch as a Silver inched along toward the boys. Proud. Majestic. A 'prince'. But the boy had a quiet thought to himself. He's acting a bit haughty, isn't he?

As rightfully he should, Mine. He is a silver. He is royalty.

But still...

Enyo smiled back at Wykla as she started to then sing to her Jineth.
"Warm thy wind and soft thee ground
For time has no bound~
Here you are and here you stay
Let us forever be free these days~

You are mine and I am yours-together we're one
Sweet the life we share has come this dawn~
Thy night shall be warm and bellies shall swell
For now our lives start and all is well~"

Mine has a warm heart, thank you. May I have more?
Enyo smiled as she softly rubbed the oil around the back of her green. "I'll ask."

The silver did seem more coordinated than most atypical hatchlings, if only because he was moving more deliberately and carefully than most. And he seemed to know exactly where he was going, too, though he was a bit prideful and demanding in getting there. Well that certainly mean that this one wouldn't be going between like the bronze. She hoped the last egg would be a live hatchling and would find its rider quickly, as well.

Bolth rolled onto his back stretching out and overflowing his riders lap as she rubbed his stomach his hide glistening with the careful oiling she had given him. Crooning up at her the handsome blue fawned over his rider curling into C'rci as best he could.

I could never be better Lownth sister. I have found Mine. Bolth purred cocking his upside down head to look at his green sibling as she greeted him and his other siblings. True he wanted to go meet the others, but he was loath to leave his rider's side and settled for crooning and chirping at any sibling of his that came near in good cheer.

Play? Yes I'd love to play later on perhaps. Mine is giving the most lovely scratches. He purred slowly righting himself in his riders lap rubbing his head into her hand as she rubbed his eyeridges.

Looking up from her Bloth she spotted Shedrawn, now called S'drawn by the looks of his handsome brown. Flashing a smile at the other rider she nodded to him lifting her one free hand to wave at the older boy. Though she paused mid wave her face flushing with embarrassment as her stomach rumbled. Lifting his head Bolth himself plucked a piece of bloody meat dropping it into his riders hand his eyes bright with pride and cheer at his offering. Chuckling C'rci took the piece and set the offering aside.

Hungry? Mine's hungry! I got you food Mine. Plenty of meat, good meat. Do you not want meat? Bolth asked his rider his perked wings drooping and looking utterly forlorn at his riders refusal of his present

"Thank you my handsome boy, but I cannot eat raw meat. Don't worry there will be a feast once all your siblings have hatched. I'll eat then my dearest heart." C'rci explained with a loving smile trying to reassure her dragon and keep him from worrying. Reaching out she wrapped the steely blue in her arms stroking his head with her hands.

Do I not please you Mine? He creeled at her looking completely heart broken as he rubbed his head into her strokes.

"Oh Bolth you could never disappoint me." C'rci assured him her chest swelling with love for her blue even as the dragon slowly began to perk back up chirruping happily and prancing about his rider. Course he was best for her. No one else would ever do.

Stopping behind her Bolth perched his paws on his sitting riders shoulders burying his head into her red locks only to suddenly sneeze shaking his head and settling for licking her cheek instead.