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 Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 11:13 am
Well. Everything seemed to be in order. A bit unorthodox – there were two greens overlooking the proceedings? But everyone seemed to be proceeding in a calm and sensible fashion nonetheless. The Osprey green looked back at Berath when the fully grown green warbled to her… and flicked a wing in something that could almost be mistaken for a salute.
Eep! she chirped, seemingly unaware that her little piping voice did not have the gravity that her confident mien suggested she ought to have. Eepeep! Yes. The Osprey had this all under control.
And – there he was! The green deftly sidestepped Jaykkial and Rokana, giving both of the guards little nods as she passed them, and then increased her pace to full lope. Hiemal!
The sand appeared to give her a bit of unexpected trouble; she skidded a little as she came to a stop in front of him, and ended up parked on her hindquarters in the sand. But she made a valiant recovery – of course she meant to do that, she was just sitting up so that she could get a better look at him, of course! Good. I am glad you are here. We have a lot of work to do, and it would be unacceptable if I was tardy.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 11:28 am
Stella and Stelask
'Hatchling' Stelask murmured, the green wher tipping her head to get a better view and nudged her rider. 'Color?' She questioned, breathing deep and gave a warm rumbling sound in her throat. 'Healthy hatching. Good.' The green chirped slightly, gazing at the inquisitive hatching through the lens.
Stella smiled faintly, most would be hard press to see a different in her face but she was pleased that the very first of Brakiheth's eggs was a healthy little green. 'She's green. Study little thing.' Which was good. Healthy, sturdy, normal little green, calm and inquisitive little girl. Hopefully she impressed before any of the other eggs hatched.
Stelask gave a other rumble of approval, eyeing the little green hatching in new light.
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Saain
A green, mainly light in color with dappled flanks and darker markings about her quick eyes and chest. A pretty hatching but from an egg she could not remember touching. It likely would not matter if she had touched the dark gray shell or not but instead she should focus on the good things. It was a healthy, well formed little hatching and while green's were common, the dragon could mean a change. Could get her out of here.
And it was speaking to the larger green, that was just adorable. Saain chuckled softly, listening to the peeping voice of the little green and then she charged? Toward... no not her, but Hiemal.
The first impressing would be a fellow prisoner? She felt her body right itself, confidence blooming. There was a chance and even if they passed her by, someone was getting out.
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Joscelin
Hatchlings were messy it turned out. They were covered in goop and eggshell and fluids and while a bit cleaner then the few times he had seen his mother play midwife to goats it was still... wet for lack of a better term. A wet mess. The first hatching was a green and pretty, he would admit that but she was also covered in birthing yolk? Whatever the stuff within eggs was called.
He watched the green wander about not remembering touching the egg, his focusing having kept close to the larger eggs gathered in the back. She seemed intelligent, clear and focus and okay, the green talking to the larger green was cute. He kept from laughing at the pipping thin noise she made. Laughing and dragons would not be a good thing, specially for the more violent hatchings.
Wait she was moving. Not towards him but... a prisoner? Wouldn't that get M'onk's riding straps in a twist. Joscelin allowed a small, smug smile as the green greeted one of the red sashed prisoners.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 11:42 am
Jaykkial
It was coming towards her. She was coming towards her. A Green, a beautiful, well bodied green, was coming straight towards her. The nod was almost too much as the hatchling made it obvious that Jaykkial was not her intended. Automatically, Jaykkial returned the curt salute, watching the green pass her and Impress instead to a prisoner.
Jaykkial blinked in surprise. Not at the choice of a prisoner, but at how old he was! There was no way he was younger than she. Was that even possible?! She was torn between jealousy and hope, and in turn, righteous anger at the Weyrs. Now may not have been time to dwell on the unfairness of it all but Jaykkial did not just 'turn off'.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 11:44 am
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He couldn't honestly say that he had ever been lost for thought before. Lost for words in confusing situations but for a few moments just then there had been not a single thought, only feelings.
Love.
Something loved him entirely, and peculiarly he loved it too. Her, even. Hiemal blinked down at the green and she blinked back. After a few moments more of rather stunned silence the new rider knelt down in the sand and ran one hand delicately along her jaw. "Haliath... I must confess I hadn't predicted that reaction."
Haliath blinked and tilted her head towards the caressing hand.
That was how he was supposed to speak to her. It was also an egregious understatement but he hadn't quite recovered from the shock enough yet to access his mental thesaurus. What he was now becoming most acutely aware of, other than her presence, was her hunger. Hiemal stood up and dusted his robes clean of sand. "Come then, we should get you some meat," he said decisively. His voice was as coolly precise and detached as ever but perhaps for the first time since arriving at Warden's, for the first time in turns, he was smiling with genuine warmth.
Haliath agreed, also getting back to her feet and promptly falling into step with her rider. she continued with a glance over at the clutch.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 12:45 pm
Ah! The first Hatchling! As the healthy Green broke free of her egg, Leevi sighed in relief. After Brekiheth's death, it seemed like a good omen to see a sturdy hatchling. Not just healthy, but also very clear on what she wanted as she searched among the Candidates. The whers seemed to throw her for a loop for a bit...
They certainly distracted Leevi. Granted, just about anything held the ability to distract him. Hm... maybe a wher was a good idea... the prisoners had proven far more violent than he anticipated (which was really stupid of him, in hindsight), and a wher at his side would prove a better deterrent than a guard posted outside his office.
In the meantime, the dappled Green found Hers in one of the prisoners, his red sash marking him as effectively as a brand.
~.~
Strange how certain things stuck in the mind. One of the things Meera had learned from talking to Weyrfolk was that, supposedly, a Bronze hatching first was a good omen. Well, it wasn't a Bronze who first broke shell, but a sturdy little Green. Quite a pretty little thing too, with dapples on her hide and a masked face. Although the guardswoman had been told that hatchlings were quite capable of walking soon after hatching, it was still a surprise to see them take to it so quickly. Even lambs toddled a bit as they tried to get used to legs that worked.
But not the Osprey green. She simply took up a trot as though she was meant to do walk at a brisk gait forever. There clearly wasn't anything wrong with her, despite the worries of many regarding a clutch from a sickly Gold and a Blue.
Not only was it a Green who hatched first, but to a prisoner. Hiemal, if Meera's memory served.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 12:46 pm
Blah, blah, blah, Haliath. Previously still, the Tiny Professor started to rock rather violently. Something inside shrieked, though it sounded less like violent murderous rage and more like an indignant yawp! The brown egg rolled and jerked before it near exploded. The green that sprang from the egg wore a large piece of her shell like a helmet, her legs spread in a warriors stance. She was no beauty - mottled green and bulky, tail whipping egg goop all over the place. Even with the thick tail, she was smaller than her sister but with wide, long wings. The Burrowing Owl Hatchling squealed and flung her shell-helmet to the side. Her eyes blazed orange and red, though the edgeswere decorated with specks of blue. Screeeeee!She did not run to the candidates but almost seemed to hop with those short legs and (relatively) large wings. Her muzzle parted for a soft continuous hiss. Hello to the little green, children.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 12:50 pm
Canoake watched as the green headed towards the prisoners. Really? To one of them first? She could see the change on the boy's face as he impressed the sturdy green. Oh well, that was a rub to M'onk wasn't it? Heck, if all the dragons went to prisoners; she would be tempted to dance nude on his desk in glee.
Almost.
Even she couldn't bring herself to seduce the man. No matter how much wine or beer was involved. Still, it might be fun just because... She turned her focus back on the eggs. And the hopping green that had just emerged.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 12:54 pm
Rokana tensed as the solid green wobbled past, but as the little beast nodded, he couldn't help but be a tad bewildered. Would he never stop underestimating the intelligence of these beasts? He watched as the green impressed a rather stunned prisoner, but turned his gaze back to the rest of the eggs. There was much more to watch, and perhaps, even a dragon to impress of his own. He had to admit a pang of jealousy, a prisoner? His nose wrinkled. Wouldn't a guard have been a better choice? Then again, he could hardly be one to question a dragon's choice, but still.. He looked to the little gold flit, perched in the stands. She on the other hand seemed elated, eyes swirling with contentment and excitement. The moment she caught his gaze, the guard was immediately bombarded with flashes of elation, images of rainbowed eyes and un adulterated joy. She was happy for the little dragon, and so excited for those who would follow. So strong were her emotions that he would have missed the tiny professor's egg hatching if Oddaye had not pointed out the cracks beginning on the egg. Rokana's gaze whipped back to the hatching grounds, and the dark mottled hatchling tottering forward. The guard crossed his fingers, but stood at attention, almost miraculously still.
Marue squealed as the first green impressed. It was so exciting to see, and no one had gotten mauled yet! Oh, she hoped she didn't get mauled. It was bad enough that she had bashed her own leg open not even a few days ago. She hardly needed any more ugly scars. Oh! And now another! It wasn't the noisy sociolite egg, the one Marue had been so much hoping would hatch and totter straight over to her. No, this was the tiny professer egg, and now the burrowing Owl Hatchling. She couldn't help taking a step back as the creature neared, hissing. Oh shards, was it angry? It was almost impossible to tell as those eyes swirled. Marue bit her lip, and willed herself to stay where she was. She wouldn't impress anything if she ran away, now would she?
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 12:57 pm
C'tis scowled as the first green Impressed; he was glad she had found her rider safely he supposed but a prisoner? Still, he was hardly a model citizen; if he hadn't Impressed when he had he might well have ended up the wrong side of the bars himself.
Malcarreth of course helpfully sent a feeling of agreement with this sentiment.
Lips pursed and arms folded over his chest C'tis turned to look at Vit, the poor stupid b*****d. Standing up to M'onk had been noble but it also showed a level of political ineptitude that bordered on the imbecilic. Not only was it a bad outlook for Vit's career it put a shadow over his too. He knew what some people, particularly those with shiny dragons over whom he and Vit had been promoted would be saying about blue riders given too much power. Went to their heads. Just weren't made to handle it. He couldn't blame Vit in the end though, for if it had been him in the other man's shoes he might have done something just as stupid or possibly even stupider.
Luckily at that point another egg hatched, revealing a smallish green who seemed to be most displeased with the world in general.
A dragon after his own heart; C'tis silently wished her good luck.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 1:25 pm
Revrend and Resk
A successful impression! To a prisoner to boot and wouldn't that piss M'onk right off. Revrend giggled softly, pleased because really M'onk deserved a bit of trouble and the prisoner seemed a decent sort. She scratched Resk's neck, fingers working into the subtle hide and winced at the shrieking yawp and gave a soft nervous giggle. Well... someone wasn't happy... ooh, did that egg just exploded?
A second green, pretty and not as calm or sweet as the first hatching. No, this little one seemed angry, hungry, and general displeased with the world. Not a good second start, impress fast little miss hiss, hiss.
Resk curled a bit closer to his bond partner as the angry green hatching screeched at the world. He grumbled slightly in displeasure, nosing Revrend for reassurance and drawing himself tall to ward off the screech, screech baby.
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Saain
Ahh... this was not a good thing. Saain gave a stifled snort as the hatching broke free, the shell covering her head like a helmet. Okay, that was adorable. The hissing and screeching was likely not a good thing but the shell covering the little green's head as if she was a little warrior. Well, someone was going to have a determined little girl on their hands.
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Joscelin
What was that sound? Joscelin turned, a slight frown on his face and blinked in bemusement as the shell exploded? spilling out a little green on the sands. The second female was not as pretty as the first but like her sibling she was clearly healthy. She also hopped? He held down the snicker, watching the green hiss and hope about.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 1:35 pm
Luka
Well this wasn't as bad as she'd been led to expect. Luka still hung around the back of the prisoners. She'd always heard that Hatchlings were mauly little beasties and despite the unreal-ness of actually being on the Sands, she was aware enough to know that she didn't want that hissy little thing anywhere near her.
Jaykkial
Jaykkial on the other hand was using every ounce of training she'd recieved since coming here to hold her position rather than bounce along with the fiery little girl. So what if they had a blue father and a malformed mother! Anyone could see from these first two greens that it hadn't affected them one bit.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 1:36 pm
Prisoner Candidate Blyte
Two greens so far. It was unsurprisingly really, since the clutch had been sired by a blue. They'd be lucky if they got more than greens, and maybe a blue or two, but one could always hope. And hoping Blyte was, though the greens were interesting. This one wasn't as pretty as the first, but he did like her markings and her atitude. He had to wonder if her wings would cause a problem for her, or if the hatchling would grow into them. Ah, well. Not his problem.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 2:00 pm
Lin
It was not the first time it had happened, but none-the-less, having voices suddenly talking in her head was downright unnerving. I suppose that's something I'll have to get used to.. Lin thought, as she wasted no time stripping off her red jump suit and pulling the white robe over her head. If I impress.. She took the red sash they'd given her from off her bed post and tied it around her waist. It seemed even at the hatching they needed a way to keep the prisoners separate.
Mind wandering, she let her feet take her back to the sands they'd been to so many times before. She thought about the hatchinglings, and what would happen if she impressed. Anticipation and excitement filled her, but surprisingly, not fear. Surprising, because she had been worrying about this moment for the last month. Now that it was here, it was like she just wanted to get on with it. She swept her eyes across the eggs, trying to remember which ones she got a good feeling from at the Touching. She smiled at the Cheerful Sneak-Thief egg, and the Preening Princess.
But the one that just hatched.. Lin shifted her eyes away. If eggs could speak, she was pretty sure it had called her stupid.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 2:37 pm
With no crisis to focus on he could feel himself almost falling asleep on his feet. Baby dragons were lovely of course but there was no action in watching them, he needed something else to do as well as observe. Suppressing a yawn Bereck started mentally composing a letter to his son.
Dear Aleck
Just as I was planning to get a good night's sleep, dragons. Typical. Berath is of course ecstatic, and it's pleasing to see healthy dragons coming from a clutch sired by a blue. Of course this leaves greens as the only dragons unable to reproduce. I suppose you have to to love the Ping women for that bit of genetic mutilation(!) Unfortunately I can see the logic, there just wouldn't be enough candidates in the world if green dragons bred like green firelizards...
Humm, the first green had Impressed to a prisoner? Bereck turned to look up at M'onk, trying to gauge the man's reaction. Usually the Warden was about as easy to read as cyanide was safe for human consumption but in extreme circumstances even the best of masks could crack.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 2:47 pm
While the green on the Sands was resiliently refusing to move, staring down her potential riders, it seemed that the Noisy Socialite was finally done rocking ominously. Or at least, it had decided to make an entrance. One rock, two rocks, and the egg capsized with a hefty thud, split appearing down the side as the hatchling inside struggled to free itself. Scrabble...scrabble... crack. A single talon punched through the crack, taking a hefty chunk of shell with it. For a moment, the dragon inside could be seen, damp hide glistening a bright color that wasn’t any of the ones expected for Noisy Socialite. Unmistakable, sunshiny gold. But the dragon inside wasn’t entirely ready to make her debut, it seemed. The egg rocked a few times more, turning so the hole in the shell was pointed at the crowd. A bright orange eye glittered in the opening, assessing the assembled Candidates coolly. And then the Little Hunter egg thrashed wildly, and out emerged half of a... gray? dragon. It wasn’t white. It certainly wasn’t a white dragon. Ralvyn, foolish healer apprentice that he was, saw the flash of pale hide and took a step or two forward in concern... and then the Kestrel grey turned orange eyes swirled bloody-red upon him, and took him down in a flurry of claws. One strike. Two. The jaws snapped downwards fast and hard. The grey moved on. Marue was in the way. It screamed at her, the savage shriek of a predator, and tore parallel lines with bloody claws across her legs. At the last moment its talons snagged in the fabric of the white-stained-red Candidate robe, and the Kestrel toppled and twisted madly to free itself. Emmitod was next in the way, and the little grey ran into him more in blind ferocity than active malice. Thus far it showed no signs of stopping its sudden rampage.
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