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 Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 7:59 pm
She'd not really been expecting to wake up in the middle of the night, she'd been wrapped inside of her cloak, sitting up in bed with a thin animal hide covering her feet. So naturally, when the candidate master had come to retrieve the candidates, she'd squealed and jumped right out of bed. Excitement coursed through her body, and as she heard the humming through the weyr her eyes widened and she hurriedly got dressed, drawing her cloak around her further. 'Oh shaff, my shirt!' She gasped, looking at the small portion of skin bared there. She looked down at the small gap of skin and bit her lower lip, drawing her cloak tighter around her. "I hope I look presentable." She mused to herself as she thrust her feet into the boots.
As she raced with the other candidates into line, she was thoroughly moved by the humming of the gold queen on the sands. 'Tonight. It has to be tonight.' She thought and then moved forward. It was too cold. Her tattered cloak was pulled closer around her as the candidates moved along towards the sands. 'I can't help this excitement inside of me.' She thought with a deep breath moving along with the rest of them to come into the sands.
It was warmer here, and she felt the heat pulse through her as she stared, wide eyed, around her. Her eyes immediately searched for familiar faces. Jamarin, Jikirri, Vosin, even Vesresh. Her attention finally flitted over the eggs and she couldn't suppress the wiggle of excitement inside of her. 'This is going to be so much fun.' She thought inwardly with a smile.
As the blue dragonet hatched and moved to his mother, she contained a small smile towards him. 'Still guarding over his brothers and sisters. That's adorable.' She mused inwardly, her eyes scanning over the rest of the eggs. 'I hope they all hatch.' She thought. Kalendol wanted none of the dragonets to go between, that'd be something that could break anyone's heart. There were so many candidates, surely they would all be matched to a dragonet. And so, Kalendol looked up at the clutch mother and saluted before she thrust her hands under her arms and waited for whatever was going to happen, to happen.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 8:22 pm
Jaric had been looking mainly at the two eggs who had been moving first. They were conveniently near each other, so he didn't have to be looking back an forth all over the sands to watch them. As they became more active he wondered which would crack first.
As it turns out, neither. Another movement off to the side made Jaric turn to look, just in time to see another egg wobble once or twice, then crack. Has it been moving more before then, or just started? Either way, it split with no fuss to release a mottled blue. The hatchling looked around for a long while before getting up to go greet his mother. Guess he wasn't in any hurry to find his bonded.
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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 8:28 pm
While everyone looked on, waiting to see what would happen next, there was a crack that seemed as loud as thunder in the hush, and the Charging Egg split straight down the lightning bolt line that adorned its shell. True to its name, the hatchling burst forth, its tumble from the egg turning into a charge - not at the neatly-formed ranks of candidates, but at the Shrieking Egg, whose rolling egg had carried it several feet away. The dragonet skidded to a halt just shy of plowing into its black-shelled sibling, and screamed.
In the strange light, and still wet from the egg, its hide looked almost silvery, but the fact that it had hatched on its own and immediately launched into a mad flurry of activity would quickly eliminate that possibility from all but the most fanciful minds. It was a green, albeit a desaturated one, and slightly larger than average. As she railed at her unhatched sibling, the Shrieking Egg finally broke, showering its harrasser with fragments of shell. But Charging had bigger things to worry about than being splattered with goo or nicked by a sharp bit of shell, for the green from within the Shrieking Egg leapt upon her sister with a bloodcurdling cry.
It was so on.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 8:58 pm
Well that was unexpected. As the blue dragonet was sitting beside his mother, rather suddenly the Charging Egg and Shrieking Eggs broke free and were currently lunging at each other. Kalendol's eyes widened a little and she had to hide her giggle with the back of her hand as she drew her cloak around her more. She was trying very hard not to draw the attention of these two rambunctious greens who couldn't help themselves from attacking each other. 'I wonder if they attacked each other simply because Charging won?' She wondered, unable to hide the grin as she looked around to spy other candidates once more.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 9:06 pm
VosinTime seemed to crawl by for the teen. Every day she peeked in on the eggs and their mother. Eggs couldn't be rushed though. Vos was sure she dreamed of dragons every night. Tonight was no exception. Dragons hummed, and the candidate master bounded noisily down the halls. A familiar hand shook her shoulder. She cracked her eye as she was dragged out of sleep. That wasn't a dream! The dragons were humming! Vos yelped and rolled out of bed. "Eggs! Dragons! Up Up UPUP! ESRE! GET UP!" If X'vish hadn't woken people up then Vos surely had. She ran to her clothes chest. After a glance at Ves to see what she grabbed, Vos pulled out a brown shirt and pants. "Seems weird not to wear these. I suppose the wherhold don't want anything to do with rider traditions." Stupid really. She hoped the dragons didn't mind. Despite everything, today was the day! Vos bubbled with excitement. Clothed and ready, she bounced after her twin. The darkness and fog was fascinating, and she would have loved to play among the creepy vapors. But there wasn't time. The eggs were calling and they wouldn't wait. Breathless and laughing she entered the hatching cavern and realized she hadn't had time to braid her hair. Oh well, the bright red mass hung free. The cavern looked bright compared to outside with all its torches and glowstone. It was warm and welcoming after the chilling fog outside. She saluted the gold and her rider. Ooops, had she missed that? Oh well. Respect was respect right? Vos moved to stand toward where the two lines joined with the girls and boys. She said she'd stand here for Esre. It seemed some of the eggs were ready to go and already rocking. The teen strained to see which hatched first. Ahead she spotted someone she knew. "Hey Vee!" Vos called, she hoped, just loud enough to be heard. On the boy's side she spotted another familiar face. Vos gave a thumbs up to Kylerr with a grin. She hoped both would come join her and her siblings, but didn't want them to feel crowded. She heard a shell break open and swept her eyes over the eggs. There! The first dragon was on the sands! A handsome blue. Vos watched as he examined all the groups before him, then..... went and sat beside his mother? Bit of a mama's boy then hm? Or just getting ready for the show. The next egg to shatter left a screaming dragonet on the sands. Vos wondered why the green was screaming, and at her shelled sibling? It was soon answered as the other egg hatched and both greens let claws fly. "Oh don't fight," she whispered urgently as she watched with a furrowed brow. Clearly this clutch was going to be a bloody handful. Literally. Vos now thought the blue had exactly the right idea.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 9:23 pm
The easy, peaceful hatching of the blue had not been a sign of things to come. A pity, but certainly not unexpected. These were the Wherholds, after all, where strength and fighting prowess were highly valued; granted, Hatchings could be violent even in the Weyrs, but here it seemed fitting. It was a tad worrisome, yes, as a hatchling could go between if injured too severely, or they could injure or even kill candidates, but...it happened.
Banshidheth's veneer of calm held firmly in place as the two greens set upon each other, and she did not show - truly did not even feel - the least bit of distress. Hatchlings would be hatchlings, and she saw no need to react. She only watched, glancing down at the newborn blue to see how he would react.
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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 9:48 pm
Though the Shrieking green had gotten in the first blow, as well as the literal upper hand by pouncing on her sister, the larger Charging green was having none of it, and twisted and threw herself onto to the sands for the purpose of slamming her opponent down with her. Dislodged, Shrieking hissed and spat as she shook it off and gathered her feet to launch another attack. Charging reared up to meet her, matching her claw for claw and bite for bite as they fought. All the while, they gave voice to their wrath, filling the air with snarls and screams.
Fortunately for the candidates, the hatchlings' brawl stayed in the vicinity of the eggs for now. The Guarding, Bloodstained, and Keep Out eggs were knocked into, though the brief jostling was not enough to break any of them open.
True to the nature it had displayed at the Touching, however, the Keep Out Egg did not take kindly to even the accidental contact. It rocked violently before the hatchling within all but exploded from the egg with a scream that put his sisters' to shame. A deep, dark brown was its source, and he stamped his feet and flared his wings and yowled his heart out at the greens who had dared to bump his egg, but they were too busy tangling with each other to pay him the slightest bit of attention. He was still for one long moment, this close to rushing them and flaying them both, but then he noticed all the people. All the candidates who had laid their filthy hands on his egg.
He turned and shrieked at them with dangerously red-orange eyes. He was out now, no more shell to protect the world from him, and they were going to pay for touching him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 9:58 pm
C'per and Rugarth
They had expected the Hatching soon, of course. But they had not expected it in the middle of the night, and both rider and dragon were sound asleep when the call went out.
Naturally, Rugarth noticed it first. The instant the humming began resounding through the Wherhold, he was awake and insistently bespeaking his rider. Mine, come! The eggs are hatching! It would not do to be late.
C'per rose a little more slowly. I'm awake, I'm awake, he grumbled. Feeling his dragon's annoyance at the man's lack of enthusiasm, he added, We won't be late. The Candidates have to have time to get clothed and to the Sands as well, and there's always enough warning for that.
Rugarth huffed, but conceded the point. He watched his rider reach for some standard riding leathers, then fussed, Shouldn't you wear something a bit nicer? This is a Hatching, it's a special occasion.
It's also a Wherhold, where dragons aren't meant to be given special treatment, C'per countered. Also, if you keep critiquing my clothes, we'll take too long to get there. He didn't pause getting ready, and in short order was dressed and had run a comb through his hair. When he entered his dragon's weyr, he found Rugarth shifting from foot to foot in impatience.
No need for riding straps, the Hatching Grounds are only a short glide away, he insisted, crouching to let his rider mount. C'per figured that was probably fine and sprung up, holding tight to the brown's neck ridges as he stepped forward and leaped off the edge of the weyr. Moments later they swooped into the hatching Sands and found a place in the Stands.
Rugarth nodded respectfully towards Banshidheth in case she happened to notice him entering, but did not bespeak her. Now was not the time, she had more important things to pay attention to. As did he; before he had settled he was surveying the scene, watching the Candidates line up and the eggs begin to rock. A blue hatched first, a calm one that went to join his mother. The pair that hatched after him were entirely opposite, a pair of aggressive greens that began shrieking and leaping at each other. Fighters, those were. He watched them with interest, curious to see how their tussle would turn out.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:08 pm
Kalendol watched in curiosity, her hazel eyes watching over the greens with interest. Until a new screech filled the air and her eyes were suddenly on a shrieking brown. 'He seems peeved.' She thought and hesitantly took a step back, but she shook her head. 'Don't do anything to make him charge.' She thought. Kalendol looked around, hoping that someone she knew would show up quickly. If anything it'd put her heart at ease. 'I feel ready to burst!'
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:29 pm
By the time the middle of the night had rolled around, Avalinia had been in a mostly light sleep. Deep sleep was not something she was accustomed to, never knowing when she would be needed for a task late at night. The habit of being ready to be summoned had yet to be broken. So when the dragons began to hum, she stirred, not fully waking but shifting out of the tight ball she'd wound up in under her bed furs. The shouting, however, had Avalinia jumping out of her skin as she scrambled to untangle herself and stand. Blinking rapidly, she tried to make sense of the shouting. And then really heard the humming.
Oh. The dragons!
Moving much more quickly, she pulled on a longer shirt over her simple bed one and pulled boots on. Then shuffled out with the other candidates, trying to tell herself the knot in her stomach was from waking up so suddenly and not nerves.
Shivering from the cool air, she gave her full attention to the candidatemaster as he drilled them one last time. Then she was out on the Sands and raising a shaking hand to salute the great gold queen. It was from the cold! Cold not nerves. Except the Sands were nice and warm. Glancing towards the rocking eggs, she moved to stand among the other girls, eyes widening as there were suddenly three dragonets on the sands. Two greens that were fighting. Why were they fighting?! And then that egg hatched. Avalinia winced as the brown appeared. She really hoped he stayed over there. That one had not been nice.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:48 pm
Malta and Poecileth
Malta had been looking forward to this moment for weeks, so when Poecileth began to hum in the middle of a rare night's sleep, she didn't think twice about leaping from her bed and dashing to the sands.
Poecileth, too, was pleased. Malta joined her dragon a ways away from the sands, resting her head against her dragon's side as the eggs began to crack.
Malta remembered the hatching that changed her life... she smiled as people saluted the Queen dragon: When she had done so, she'd nearly tripped over her own feet. She was a lot less clumsy now - age and hard training had beaten it out of her – but even now she still wondered if, when the occasion arose to be respectful again, whether she would trip and fall again. It was a fear that bothered her a lot. “Say hi for me.” she said to Poecileth, snuggling into her warm side, “To the queen.”
Poecileth rumbled in assent, nudging her rider closer to her for warmth. she crooned to her,
“Oh... Yes. Right.” Malta frowned.
Commented Poecileth,
Malta nodded. Dragons, even babies, were resilient, that she knew, but that still didn't mean she wanted them to be hurt....
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:50 pm
Vesresh
Vesresh was woken up in a hurried bustle of shouting and his sisters and a whole lot of activity, and couldn't remember a great deal about the process of waking up... only that he was somehow dressed, up, and standing on burningly hot sands among a bunch of other boys – all of whom were older than him. He rubbed his thick red hair, smoothing it awkwardly out of his face, and felt very, very alone.
He was definitely awake when the dragons started fighting, and it wasn't a good kind of awake. Vesresh was terrified out of his creative little skull and he wanted to hide under the nearest thing and stay there. It was through effort of will – and being blocked by the older male candidates – that he managed to stay on the sands at all. He watched, shivering with more than just the cold of the air (though his feet blazed) as the sands began to erupt with shrieks and fury...
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:51 pm
Mazaah (concept contest entrant)
Mazaah wasn't sure what she felt about this whole hatching thing. She'd been excited about it up til this point, but now that she was actually here, on the sands, at the hatching, she was starting to not be sure about this whole candidate thing: another entry on her list of things she'd tried and not really felt. The again, she wasn't sure: maybe she was feeling it after all.
It was just all so real now. The eggs, the sounds the dragons were making... This was more than a fancy, this was a fact. She was Standing for a Hatching and there were dragons on the sands and maybe one would want her.
And it was honestly a little scary. Maz wondered, suddenly, if she should be here at all and not among whers.
Oh but shardit, she was here, wasn't she? She'd done as good as any of them. Of course she should be here.
Emmitod
Living at Benden had been a mixed blessing; Emmitod's nose was bruised and healing, and he still ached, but he still had a big grin on his face as he stood on the sands. As they arranged themselves, he noticed Jamarin and gave the boy a taunting wave of his fingers, but the hotheaded candidate was not his main interest now.
No...
There were dragons on the sands. And they were fighting.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:53 pm
Jamarin
Jamarin's nerves were on edge and he was jittery. He'd told himself that he didn't really care, that this was just a thing, but when the humming started and he had been dragged out of bed, he had realized he was really into it. He saluted the queen (a little mindlessly) and held himself, slightly jittery, on the sands. He didn't even notice Emmitod when he waved: his focus was on the dragons – the dragons being born.
Shaff... It was beautiful.
He watched as two greens started clawing at each other, battling it out for... what? Who knew. It was interesting, though Jamarin was sort of glad that they were going after each other, not him.
He briefly turned his attention to the grumpy and rude black and red egg, before looking back at the battlers...
And then back at the brown, because... weren't red-orange eyes a sign of anger?
And lookit where he's lookin... thought Jamarin, his attention on the big brown, Right at us
Jikkiri
Jikkiri was, as usual, obnoxiously cheerful. He saluted the gold jovially and found himself a spot right next to his brother. He rested a hand on Jamarin's shoulder, rubbing it encouragingly, before he gave the first blue to hatch a little wave.
Hello there little guy! Welcome to the world! It was funny how the blue dragon decided to join the audience. Funnier still that it was the first baby dragon Jikki had ever seen.
The two that hatched next, his second and third dragons he supposed, were certainly spirited! He laughed as they danced and scratched at each other.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2014 11:38 pm
Vosin
She glanced briefly toward the gold to see if she was going to step in. After that brief look, she wasn't sure, but Vos thought they might be on their own. It was not a promising beginning to this hatching. Vos glanced toward her brother. She hoped he'd be alright. Would the dragons be alright? There was nothing they could do about the greens intent only on each other. It would be suicide to try to stop them without being impressed to one. Not something Vos wanted to risk.
Another shell shattered and this one looked even worse cause the flaming red eyes of the dragon were looking Right. At. Them. Someone was going to be hurting before this was over. Vos bet perhaps several someones. There wasn't much she could do but wait for the brown to make his move.
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