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 Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:07 pm
Even Aderyn gasped in delight and and clapped as the young dragonet Impressed. He was a gorgeous brown, and she smiled wide to see him clamor across the sand, weak-kneed but determined to find his own. She could not deny the twinge of jealousy which sparked to life in her chest, but she pushed it down- with considerable effort- to the dark place deep within from where she hoped it would not resurface.
He was perfect, but she knew he was not perfect for her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:08 pm
Sovann gave a tense nod to Jiriar, and then his eyes were met by the most incredible sight he had ever seen. Reaching up his hand to stroke the most beautiful, most wonderful brown dragon who had ever hatched from an egg, he grinned, absolutely giddy with delight. "Of course, we'll get you food right away Galliath!" He was crowing, and he couldn't help himself. He had never felt so complete, not in all his seventeen turns. This was where he belonged, Galliath was whom he belonged with. You are the most wonderful, beautiful dragon! The best! Okassis wouldn't believe it! And to think, the trader had insisted that he would Impress a green! No green could ever be as perfect as the dragonet who had come before him. Wrenching his gaze away from his dragon, he looked about, trying to see where he was supposed to go to feed Galliath.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:08 pm
It had been quite startling to get that message in the middle of dinner. Really, she'd just started in on her wine! But dragons were more important than alcohol, so it wasn't grudgingly that she rushed to go change. So many candidates! She could hardly tell who was who as she pulled on robes. Was she getting herself dressed? Was someone else getting her dressed? Were those her sandals? Was that her foot? Whose hair was in her face? Everything was a blur, voices were blurred and distorted, people's shrieks and yelps overlapping. What happened to the order that was supposed to be common-place in a Weyr?
Were those stairs? Had she left the room? She was just an individual in the mob, moving with the group. But that wouldn't do. She was Kyllae, and she was a leader! She pushed her way through other people, her height giving her the advantage of looking over other people, squeezing her way to the front of the group as they gushed to get to the hatching sands. She was lucky. A rider and his brown took her to the hatching grounds. A gorgeous brown. Kyllae loved browns. She pined for one.
Upon entering, Kyllae gave a short, thoughtless bow to the queen. This was hardly the time for formality. This was the time for hatching. Kyllae didn't stand directly with the quickly amassing group of girls. She stood at the front and a little off to the left. She didn't want to be grouped or labled. That wasn't like her at all. She was an individual, not a 'girl'.
The eggs were beautiful. But, of course, her eyes were trained on the one that was moving. The little brown. Her heart jumped. A brown! But it was no good to get excited. Browns were usually for boys. And this one proved no exception. He awkwardly made his way to the cluster of males.
Feh. Whatever. she scoffed mentally. She would be patient. She would wait. She would bide her time. If not this hatching, maybe the next. Or the next. If thread was really going to fall again soon, like some said...there would be larger clutches. More of them. And more chances for her!
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:08 pm
The night had seemed to run quite smoothly, all things considered. A few last minute purchases, a warm meal, and he even got to chat with a fellow smith. Dinner became utter chaos as riders and candidates began to run about, some tripping over others. Pulling aside a rider, he found out the reason. A Hatching. Unlike many of the other Candidates, Dorinelic took a slice of bread with him. He also did not run, but, rather, walks briskly, (though he did desire to run along with the others). Rinsing his hair, he saw no reason his hide his natural look the a dragon hatchling, much less others for the event. The white robe had been gifted to him, and as such donned it as he followed the crowd of people.
Arriving at the center of activity, Dorinelic drew in a breath as he saw just how much was put into the event. The brown has already hatched. Children and young men and women huddled in rows, all waiting, all wondering. As if in a trance Dorinelic made his way to the row, edging himself between a young man and another. "Excuse me..." His eyes and mind were not on those he had interrupted, but rather, at the eggs. This is what it meant, to be a part of the Wyer.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:09 pm
Beautiful Kriia thought to herself as the little brown dragonet rushed out of his shell, towards its partner. She was jealous of the young boy, if only because of how certain the dragonet had been in his choice; Kriia hoped that all the decisions would be as firm- the idea that there would be no one for the other hatchlings pulled on her heartstrings.
The sands were hot on her feet, only slightly protected by her light boots that she had thrown on in haste. Gritting her teeth grimly, Kriia put the pain out of her mind as the sounds from the hatching ground started to rise once more.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:11 pm
Surprise, fear and exhilaration warred for supremacy as Deldynwar stumbled trying to tug on his robes as quickly as he could. He'd been interrupted from his near sleeping state considering he'd skipped dinner deeming himself not hungry and more in need of sleep than anything else. Now as he followed the crowd of bodies, suppressing the urge to shudder at the nearness of them all, the urge to hover back was nearly overpowering and he was glad not for the first time that he'd skipped dinner. Nothing to bring up in a fit of nervous sickness.
Standing on the sands, he could only watch as the first egg cracked, and a dragonet spilled forth. There was that breathless rush of excitement as he watched it amble forth and then, it paused before one of the other boys. A brief breath of congratulations drifted through his mind and he couldn't help but smile. Maybe there was one in the clutch for him? Who knew, it was all up to the dragons really.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:11 pm
The dragonet hatched, and it was soon going to get hard to discern what colors the hatchlings were, but this boy was definitely a Brown. Remembering past discussions on the dangers of newly hatched dragonets, Erisi took a cautious step back away from the immediate line of danger. If a dragonet was going to choose him, well, they'd be able to find them even if he was behind the other Candidates. He rather liked how he looked, and didn't want to lose an arm or leg to a careless dragonet. Faranth, he didn't want to lose his head to a dragonet's jaws. The creature wouldn't need to eat for a while after swallowing him down on accident. So, with a little grimace, he moved a little bit behind Jirair, out of immediate noticeable distance.
The brown dragonet seemed to make a beeline for the boys, and Erisi's stomach twisted with nervous anxiety. He reached up his hand, brushing his hair back from his brows so he could see what was going on. It seemed as if that had been all the time the dragonet needed to find his bonded, and an Impression was made to a boy Erisi didn't know that well. A mixture of vague disappointment masked by excitement and anxiety coursed through him, but he swallowed it without a change of expression.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:12 pm
“Shards, they are all going to die.”
Marko hissed it under his breath but couldn’t shake the feeling, even as he packed his flutes away, stowed everything tidily under his belongings, and paused to work a palmful of peppermint oil into his scalp. He had managed to avoid all but a few lice thus far through rigorous oiling and washing of his hair, but he wasn’t about to trust that in the case of massive crowds of Weyrgoers. He wasn’t even sure why he was attending this Hatching, other than because the Weyr had kept him, and it would have been rude not to attend one of the most integral ceremonies of Weyr life. But he was still convinced that they were going to die. He had heard from the gossips that one girl had been mauled last time, and this would be no different. Braiding his thoroughly-oiled and minty fresh hair once again, he winced as he recalled the attack that had ended his career as a Candidate, and set off for the Stands.
By the time he arrived, something had happened, though it took some elbowing to the front of the crowd to figure out what. Looked like he was too late for the first one, but the distinct lack of blood or gore or any signs of injury made him breathe a sigh of relief as he looked down from the Stands. The brown had found His without error, and that was lucky, he supposed, but it would no doubt all go sour soon enough.
He wasn’t sure where to position himself, although as he looked at the eggs and had another wash of unfortunate memories, he decided that toward the back would be just fine and dandy. Shaking his head slowly and covering his eyes with a hand in a way that would make it seem less embarrassingly pansyish and more as if he were shading them, he avoided looking at the Candidates.
Someone was going to die, he just knew it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:14 pm
F'sey had no intention of going to the hatching. Absolutely none! And for once, his nosy green intended to leave him along as well. She had informed him the eggs were hatching, of course, she was a good girl, but she was still pleased with Hers for behaving the other-
Ceylith? Ialluth warbled in delight, lifting her head. She glanced out of her weyr before turning to Hers, eyes whirling an array of colors as the excited female started to assault her rider with thoughts of joy, happy, baby dragons, more joy, joyjoyjoy! She didn't need to say anything, F'sey whipped around to face the rumbling dragon, Cloud and Song, falling off in the process.
"WHAT."
Time for the hatching, Ridermine! We go!
And that was that. Cloud and Song were gathered and, strictly informed to behave, were gathered up and the greenrider was herded off to the Hatching, a bucket of grumbles and moans as he dragged his feet the whole way there. There were people there. What if they still had The Lice!? So many, he was bound to come in contact with them. Well, maybe he could use Song and Cloud to...
"C'ren, you shardit! Did you call Ialluth here?" he crowed, trying to avoid every human being possible as he tried to mill over to his friend.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:15 pm
Now that Galliath had Impressed and broken some of his charismatic trance, attention was drawn back to the other eggs. They were all cracking now, some in bits and pieces, and others in large chunks. It seemed as though two eggs were going to hatch simultaneously before one abruptly stopped, allowing the other a momentary lapse of time. Enough to break free and survey her surroundings with evident curiosity.
The green seemed to turn away even from her own mother with a look on her face that seemed, quite frankly, a bit disdainful. Oh dear. Someone was going to have their hands full, it seemed. But which someone would that be?
With only a moment's hesitation, the green dragonet spurned the girls, giving them the same disdainful look she had given her own mother. She was awfully haughty for one that couldn't stand, wasn't she? But she seemed to be doing pretty well on her own, finally managing to make it over to the males, looking at them with eyes that were slightly wild. She was so tired now, and they were all here now, and she wanted hers. Where was he?
He wasn't on the front lines, that was for sure. The green shoved past a few of the boys, hard enough to move them out of her way, but not so hard that she would actually injure them. There was a sigh of relief from everyone at that. One mauling was a life time's worth for the Weyr, thank you very much.
E'si, why are you not stepping forward? I want to be fed. Miith is hungry!
Tables off to the side were loaded with food, and assistances stood at the ready to slice and dice, waiting for hungry dragonets such as these. 
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All the Weyrs of Pern Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:15 pm
It was ironic in the end that it had been Faranie that had dragged Gar onto the sands. In his final moments he'd failed, and ignored the call to stand. It was simple: he wouldn't stand, that way he couldn't fail. Of course, his sister had noticed early on that her favorite target wasn't there for her to scoff and jeer at, and well that just couldn't happen. He didn't know if it had been a kindness or a cruelty that she'd come back for him and dragged him from the shadows to the sands, but here they were regardless. Side by side the sibling pair moved to join the throng just in time to see the brown bust free and choose his boy. Not the best start to a hatching, but a good enough one. As they got closer to the eggs in the crowd they remained close, adding to the surreality of the scene for the both of them. With no golden egg to fawn over, the genders were allowed to intermix, and without the need to move apart they had stuck together. As the remaining eggs shook and wobbled a bit Gar felt himself swallow nervously. A strange feeling encased his hand, and startled, he looked down. A hand on his? His eyes followed the hand to the wrist and up, along the arm...
"Just a bit more. You can do it, right? I mean, you're not COMPLETELY worthless if you can at least stand through the hatching." His blonde sister smirked at him, and then winked before swiftly tugging her hand away and returning to watching the eggs.
Huh. Maybe even if there wasn't a dragon here for him, he'd gotten something out of it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:18 pm
Davian and Davril had been eating together, Davril feeding her blue flit Eventide meaty morsels when the call came. They were conversing silently passing on gossip and what had been happening to them lately one minute, and the next they had jumped up with the rest of the Candidates. Davian grabbed Davril's hand and half dragged her through the halls and to the Candidates barracks, it was all Davril could do to keep Tide on her shoulder. "Hurry, we can't be late" There was nervousness in the male's voice and Davril was starting to pick up on it as well.
When they exited from their barracks and met up in the hall again both had white robes on and Tide was safely in Davril's sleeping area. They hurried to the Hatching Grounds and once they hit the sands they made their way towards the front of the group, bowing to the Queen. Once the pleasantries were over they moved towards the front of the Candidates watching the eggs intently.
Davian was nervous, too nervous to even look for the few he knew. He wanted to Impress, badly, and he was scared at what he would do if he didn't. He of course would most likely just stand at the next hatching but at the moment his mind wasn't thinking rationally. He rubbed his clammy hands on his white robe, brown eyes searching for the the dragon that might be His.
Davril was also nervous, but more so excited. She felt full of energy, running her fingers through her long hair anxiously. There was no Queen to Impress in this clutch but that hardly mattered, any dragon would be amazing. Licking her lips nervously she caught sight of one of the eggs hatching.
Both the twins watched the little brown make it's way to his new partner and both felt the swell of excitement at seeing someone Impress, and the want that they would be next. Excitedly they looked out trying to see which egg would hatch next. Seeing a green stumble out of one they held their breath but no, it wasn't for either of them. There were still several eggs left and maybe they would have a chance.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:19 pm
Squealing with delight, Kriia wanted to run over to Erisi- no, E'si, and throw her arms around him but stopped herself. She couldn't stop her slight woop! of encouragement for Erisi was the first candidate that she had met and was so helpful- even if she still didn't understand what he was going on about with his double entendres.
Almost shaking with excitement, Kriia turned to look for any other familiar faces, but couldn't see anyone. Feeling rather out of place in her first hatching, Kriia nervously waited for something else to happen.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:20 pm
It had taken a lifetime of pleading to get Ryka to stay put. The little green flitt had not quite understood the importance of being alone on the Sands, and was responding heavily to Inaari's nervousness and general panic. Never mind that it was the Hatching and she was probably the youngest on the sands! Having the flitt would just destroy everything, and she tried to instill this into her little green friend, until finally, the green little body flew up into the rafters to settle, eyes whirling with concern.
Long blond hair streaming behind her in a tangled mess, the freckled teen flew into the press of bodies towards the forefront of the Hatching Grounds. From the noises she could hear, there was a dragonet loose from its egg! Well, if it were meant to be, her place wouldn't matter one whit. But by the First Egg, she wanted to be able to see! "Pardon me, excuse me." She just wanted to scream MOVE IT! at the top of her lungs, but there were certain things you just did not do. Screaming at Candidates like a wherry was one of those things.
Finally, as she peeped to the front, she saw a brown dragonet heading straight for Sovann! Brown eyes wide with delighted surprise, she could've whooped with encouragement for her charming friend. However, there were still four eggs about, and maybe, just maybe, Inaari's turn would be next?
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:20 pm
Veyes smiles as he watched Sovann gain his dragon. He couldn't help but imagine that perfect connection and was happy that the boy and dragon found each other. What a way to end the day....first....stripping down naked at the lake then finishing off with a dragon in your arms. He chuckled under his breath and had to think that this hatching would have fond memories because there was an artist's sketch of the hours before this moment. It was a good feeling even if he didn't become fortunate to have the same experience today.
Tearing his eyes away from that scene he looked back towards all the eggs, and wondered who else would share that moment. Glancing around, he could see other faces he recognized as hopeful as his own. He had to think they were all wondering the same thing.
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