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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:19 pm
Some much happened in what seemed to be such a short amount of time. Dragons hatched, fools dropped on the Sands from who knows what, and a newly hatched dragonet mauled candidates. Really. This was to much to take for Dorinelic. The sight of red stained robes slowing fading to the darker reds and crusty browns sent a small twinge in his stomach. It was uncommon he had been told but...not unheard of. He was now quite thankful of his habit of remaining in the back. Less chance of that fate for sure. Steering clear of the running healers and frantic candidates, Dorinelic watched the Gold. It seemed to be much more level headed then the candidates that was for sure. With a sigh, Dorinelic slumped against the wall and sank to his knees. At least it was over for him. Really, it was to much, to fast.
He'd defiantly need a drink after this.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:20 pm
Saraket stayed beside Kyllae throughout the whole ordeal with the frightened Green, glad they hadn't been in the way, though feeling guilty for thinking so. She hoped those girls would be okay. Thankfully, the Green found Hers, and calmed down. There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief from the Weyr as Dragon and Bonded moved off the Sands.
The excitement was soon to return as all eyes focused upon the Gold egg. The emerging Queen was glorious, and almost otherworldly calm, rousing only the tiniest bit when her clutchmate hissed at her. This Green was quick to Impress. Which, of course left the entire population waiting with baited breath for the Queen to choose, including Saraket.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:20 pm
As the last eggs split, revealing a pretty green and a awesome gold Tideal felt a almost physical stab of disappointment. He watched the confrontation between green and queen with only mild interest, seething madly. His last hope fell away with the revealing of the green, for he could never impress a queen. Despair and desperation hit and were readily locked away and their gaps filled by his rage. He wanted to storm of the sands that instant, but the candidate master would make life misery for him if he did.
Not that it wasn't already.
So he bit his lip viciously and remained, standing totally still but feeling like he was swaying with the ire that bubbled under his iron lid. He could list all the things he felt now, synonyms of anger, jealousy. Only the faintest tinge of bittersweetness. Only slightly glad for the lifemates made here today. Sands of generations of hopes fulfilled and failures wrought.
All that was left was to wait on the beautiful gold that captured all eyes.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:24 pm
Veyes struggled to watch the green go quickly to find its own right after the gold had fallen on to the sand. Well, that was a wrap and all he had to show was freedom from Latrine duty. He couldn't say he wasn't disappointed. Everyone left on the sands felt that way...he was sure. Always next time he supposed...right? Yeah...right.... L'thor said it could take a while and well at least some one he knew impressed. Even if that person despised him. Ah well... He tried to think of that as comfort but really he felt to sick to care anymore. The entire event from start to finish had been...a nightmare.
With a quiet sigh, he glanced at Nehren with despondent eyes. He wouldn't admit to the boy all the negativity he felt right now...he didn't have the energy nor the desire. "I think we can go now." And with that he tried to straighten himself putting a foot forward but the whole world had swayed against the action. His hands frantically grasped out at Nehren's robe trying to stop himself before things could get worse. The fear that verged on panic swallowed up all disappointment from the hatching as he tumbled against Nehren. "I...don't think...." However, he never completed the sentence; by then, he was falling...sliding down as the blackness consumed him.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:29 pm
She wasn't aware any more how many dragons were on the Sands or the antics. The heat was less now though, she was feeling a bit cooler and it was pleasent now.
A sudden movement, being scooped up did manage to catch her attention now. Blinking at the face she still saw clearly, his argument made sense to her finally, or she was giving up fighting, "I hope she doesn't trip." Head rooling back against his shoulder to rest while she eagerly awaited the voice that would tell her that she had someone. His bronze would tell him to turn around if she couldn't get him to stop herself.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:32 pm
At the first sign of trouble the Hatching became a blur. At seemed as though people everywhere were falling ill, and while Westren wished to help, there was little he could do. Most of the ill already had people tending to them by the time he noticed them, so he settled for simply keeping an eye on the nearby Candidates, in case any of them showed signs of being unwell.
And then there was one. Eyes sweeping across the sands, he realized that only the little Queen was left, that there would be no dragon for him. There were few girls aside from his sister that he knew in the Weyr, but what ones he knew he watched, hoping that perhaps they would have better luck then he.
Then another boy collapsed. Blinking, he leaned and tried to get another a better look as he weaved his way through the crowd, trying to see if he recognized either of them. Both of them looked familiar and he raked his brain, trying to find names to put with their faces. Reaching Veyes and Nehren, his eyes glimmered with concern as her murmured," Can I help?"
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:33 pm
This was the last dragon. The last to stand before the Candidates was the Cobra, who, wonder of all wonders, had bowed to the green who had stumbled before her, letting her find Hers before even she herself found her rider. Her eyes had followed Anidanth, watching her Impress, having long-since straightened. It was her turn now, the last of her clutch, and the one everyone had been eagerly watching. It was not surprising that she was the last to stand there, scanning the Candidates with an unreadable look in her eyes. There was a regalness about her that, while she did not do anything to try to divert everyone's attention from other things, obviously captured it anyway with no effort. This, however, seemed to do less to do with her color and more to do with her personality. Had she been a green, it was easy to see that this girl's personality would have shown through no less brightly than it did now. It seemed to take much longer than it actually did for the gold to lock eyes with a girl, everyone holding their breath as the small queen taking her first steps towards the group of Candidates.
NandeliMineThere was no hesitation in the deep, feminine voice as the Cobra moved with a serpent's grace towards the girls, glancing towards a few of the others before moving around them to get to the girl who would be Hers.
NandeliMine, you are bright. I could see it from there, you shown quite brightly in my eyes. Your thoughts are so warm. You talk to all... please teach me to do the same. Your Reneneth wants to be a worthy Queen.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:38 pm
As the last Impression was finally made, Rinfala smiled. A stately, gracious queen...no matter the rider, she couldn't help but become a wonderful Weyrwoman with such a creature. As for herself, if her time was meant to come...then it would someday. There were always more Hatchings, and this one would not be the last. Not by any means.
So, bloodied but unbowed, Rinfala slowly limped from the sands on a long-overdue trip to the infirmary.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:44 pm
Nehren watched with growing disappointment, the display with the green and the queen never quite had the same effect on him, he had always been a firm lover of small green dragons like Raith and he wasn’t Weyr born so it failed to impact. He just knew as soon as the green headed towards the girls it was over for him. At least this hatching so hard not to feel disappointed. And glad but a little envious of those that now walked away with their life partner. There would be another chance for him though right?
He looked up at Vesyes as he spoke, yes that was right he had to get his friend of the sands, even if they didn’t see the queen impress medical treatment and rest for the older candidate was more important to him now. “Yea, lets go just take it steady. I’ve got you.” He assured him gently, he had suddenly become more confident in the face of his friends weakness he had to step up, but it was only the first step before the slight weight lean against his skinny frame suddenly became a dead weight. “Vesyes!” He called urgently breaking the awestruck silence as his friend collapsed. His legs almost buckling he couldn’t hold him up like that ande before his dropped him he slightly adjusted his grip and gently lowered the other onto the soft sands.
Oh shards! Where was L’thor. He gently brushed long streaks of sweat soaked chestnut hair from Vesyes’s eyes and forehead holding him protectively. “L’thor!” his call was I a strangled urgent and desperate cry. L’thor was the only one he knew he could trust. Everyone had treated Vesyes so badly after the wine incident he didn’t want to risk anyone else getting to close. In utter desperation he tried to call Raith. Not sure if the link she had spoken to them earlier on was still open. ‘Please, tell L’thor to hurry.’ He begged mentally as he rocked his body over Vesyes, he would protect him as best he could till help came.
He only blinked up as another boy similar to his age got there. "umm." he looked unsure looking down at Vesyes and then back at the strange boy. Westren "yes." he said suddenly quuickly. "please, run and find a healer. He's really sick...I can't lift him." he told him each word showed how sick he was over the whole afrair. Even the gold impressing didn't register.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:45 pm
The Queen had impressed! Saraket had watched in wonder as the Gold moved gracefully through the Candidates, finding Hers unhurriedly. Still attempting to assist Kyllae, she couldn't applause, but she smiled, happy for the new couple.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:46 pm
If there was any voice of protest however, it was only in Raena's mind.
Good.Coriath's voice noted softly to S'kagi. Good. She needs to rest... It was all over now. All the hatching's had done, and he could see the truly regal gold seeking out her partner. it wasn't a candidate he had quite expected, but then... how many had anticipated that Coriath would find him worthy, as he struggled to be every day for the sake of his dragon, and for the people of the Weyr.
"...She won't trip." His voice sounded a little rough, and he realized he was fighting back emotions. "...She found who she was looking for." He added. It had been a long time since he'd stood on the sands, but he could remember it perfectly.
We'll make it better, together
"She's beautiful." He added, somewhat distantly, as he carried her gently toward the healers. "So get some rest."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:48 pm
And the last Impressions had been made.
It suddenly felt like all the adrenaline that had been keeping Hanya afloat had drained out of her. She swayed slightly, reaching up to scrub furiously at her eyes. She wasn't certain if Candidates were allowed to skip feasts, especially after the last one, but...she was so tired. Would there even be a feast? It was so late. Unable to conceal a monstrous yawn, she overbalanced and stumbled a step, tripping over her own feet and falling down. She sprung up again, lest someone think she had fainted or something similarly silly, and shook her head sharply, trying to clear the sleepy fuzz out of her mind.
She ought to go at least congratulate those Candidates she somewhat knew. Maybe have a mug of klah (or perhaps a few mouthfuls of wine) at the Feast before going to bed.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:53 pm
Yelling...so much yelling. Somone grabbed her, felt her. Why was it so damn hot? Yet her skin prickled with goosebumps. She was hardly aware of the mauling, of the gold, or other impressions. Under water...Kyllae loved water...She giggled a little, sounding quite hystarical. "You're voice is funny, she laughed, to no one in particular. All the sounds were blending together now. Like a big giant sound blender! Why was she so wet? Had she gone swimming? Oh, that's right! She was underwater...how could she have forgotten...
This was uncomfortable. She was tired. It was too funny. Why wasn't she drowning? She couldn't breathe anymore...her limbs were heavy. Very amusing. She would have to reprimand them for that...but...she would ignore it for now. She would rest first. She couldn't breathe still...maybe she was drowning. Her whole body shuddered involuntarily. Where did everyone go? Oh well...she would find them when she woke up.
Kyllae seemed to collapse in on herself, falling to her knees before keeling over. The sand was burning even as it felt cool. She chuckled once more, staring out through half lidded eyes. This was fun. And then she blacked out...
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:56 pm
Even Merya couldn't hide her look of surprise as the Queen bowed to the little unsteady one. She remembered that egg. It was the first she'd touched. And the Queen, the gold, was showing her such a display of submission, of respect... This was a strange Hatching and no mistake! If she'd been the superstitious type, she might have thought that something Other was afoot -
And now the green was lurching towards them, and Merya's first instinct was to tense for flight. That little viper had hissed at a Queen, and got a bow in response. She didn't want to be the one to stand in her way if she pulled the same trick as her sister! Sharding mad greens, she swore to Faranth -
MeryaMine?
For the first split second, she wasn't quite sure what was happening. Had she...dreamed that trembling call? Had she made it herself with some other part of her mind, deceived herself with misplaced guilt by giving the latest object of her annoyance a voice?
But no, the green was approaching her, eyes fixed on her and whirling with anxious colour, legs growing slowly steadier. Merya, for once having made no plans in advance and lacking the coherent thoughts to make one on the fly, remained still, remained tense, watched, and waited.
You touched my egg, didn't you?
"Yes," Merya answered, her voice rough and her throat dry. She knew the sound wouldn't have carried that far, not over the continuing commotion of this sharding terrible hatching, but somehow the dragonet seemed to have heard her:
I felt it.
You felt it. You. You were really - you were inside that dead shell I berated for wooliness, and I was there, and you were there, and you really felt me there -
These thoughts, Merya hoped, were private. The dragonet seemed more competent now, getting the hang of limbs she hadn't known how to have before tonight, and she didn't want to trouble her with turmoil that wasn't hers to know. Could she keep anything from this child? L'thor would know, S'kagi would know, someone would know and would explain and for now she had other things to think about because suddenly the nameless green child, Hers, had a name -
Mine, Anidanth needed you.
Anidanth. It was a complete thought, and for half a second the only thought in Merya's head. It felt at once completely new and completely familiar - as though this was a life she had always had, but had simply, dragon-like, forgotten.
Before the Cobra could find Hers, your Anidanth needed you, the dragonet continued, soft and trembling in Merya's mind. Please take Yours... she will not know what to do if you do not want her.
If she did not want her. With a superhuman effort of will, Merya bit back tears. That was a thought she would never, ever allow this little wonder to entertain again. Not even for a heartbeat. One of the first things little Anidanth would learn about Hers was that she wanted every beautiful thing that came her way.
But, unlike most (if not all) of the lucky Candidate-turned-riders so far, she did not approach.
She stood where she was, calmly held out her hands, and said, "Come here."
Anidanth faltered in her step. ...Can you not come here?
"I can," Merya said softly. "But I want you to walk to me."
But I've already walked so far -
Merya forced herself to remain unmoved by the little plea. "Come to me, Anidanth," she insisted gently, beckoning with both hands. "One step at a time. ...You can do this."
And slowly, perhaps realising that she had no choice, Anidanth picked her wobbly way over the Sands. Merya stayed right where she was, though the temptation to back off a little and challenge her new partner was strong, and as soon as the dragonet was within touching distance she laid a steadying hand on her warm, sticky hide.
"There," she murmured. "You see? Didn't I tell you you could?"
Anidanth took another stumbling step and buried her little dragon face in Merya's robes. I believed you, Mine. I did, I promise. I just...didn't believe my legs.
Merya couldn't help a little breath of a laugh. "Precious thing. You'll learn; give it time. Now, let's get you fed. I expect you're hungry."
Starving, Anidanth agreed from around stomach-level. And I smell meat. But you must check it for me first, Mine - I don't trust those others not to give me bad bits!
So Merya led little Anidanth towards the tables of meat, keeping one hand on her in case she should stumble. She'd made a promise to her on the Sands, long before her new partner had hatched and known what legs were for. If you're just in danger of falling, she'd said, count on me to steady you. She would keep that promise, no matter who or what tried to stand in her way.
Anidanth could always count on her.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 3:56 pm
Finally the Hatching was almost over! Mal felt like cheering just for that! It was a big moment for him, as it signaled the end of latrine duty. Sure, he hadn’t Impressed, but, he hadn’t expected to anyone. And there were always other chances, right? He could be patient. Well, ok, he actually couldn’t be patient most of the time, but at least he could pretend to do so. He was good at acting.
Although, this was a little different in some ways. Several of the people he knew---or had at least heard of through S’van who he knew through Aeron----had Impressed here. E’rik had Impressed too, a while back. Mal almost felt alone… he hurriedly shooed away such foolish feelings on the basis that they would only make him depressed and mopey. Such things never helped anyone.
Besides, there was a Feast to go to after this. Aeron was much better behaved now, in that he no longer attacked people’s ankles or hung off their ears like a very exotic earring. And there would be non-stolen wine too! Best thing for sorrow, wine. Turning around just in time to miss Veyes’ fainting, Mal walked towards the entrance of the Hatching Grounds. Hey, on the bright side, he had survived again! No mauling for him!
Well, except from Aeron.
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