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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:24 pm
Two lovely browns hatched along side the idling blue, and Darcir couldn't help but admire their appearance. One was very pale with points, and the other (from what he could tell) was both pale and dark. . . it reminded him vaguely of the dragonet Balin had walked away with, extreme colours paired next to one another.
Ah, but the two dragons made their way rather decively through the crowd of boys. Darcir did wonder if . . nope. Neither of them were meant for him, which (in all honesty) he wasn't exactly surprised. A bronze would never look his way twice (much to his parents dismay) and for reasons he would never, ever, ever disclose. But then again, he wasn't so certain the mighty brown dragons (if any colour were meant for him) would be it either.
Darcir wasn't so certain he was leadership material so much as a know it all when it came to correcting idling hands. Besides, politics wasn't his thing; his father did the controlling and ordering, Darcir (in all honesty) merely played a good puppet. He could think for himself, yes, but he also understood honor and that sometimes there were bigger things in mind than comfort and personal wants or desires.
But standing for Impression had been something Darcir had wished for after receiving the news. He was surprised his family had so heartily agreed, lest be faced with giving up such wants and bending to the will of his family's pride and honor. Now that was something he didn't look forward to. . . the eggs were dwindling in number and with so many candidates (many of which seasoned and been here long before him) he did doubt his chances. His family expected him to Impress a bronze and, of course, be handed the Weyrleadership from that point forward.
Regardless the outcome, dragon or not, he knew they would be sorely disappointed.
Ah, but enough of such thoughts. With the two browns paired, hazel eyes looked back to the blue. Oh for Faranth's sake, the creature had laid down. Vanity aside, the little blue was in absolutely no rush to do much of anything. . . Did he wish to be admired or was he merely too good to walk? The laziness he had brushed aside for exhaustion was rearing its ugly head. . . . Faranth forbid he wind up with a just as lazy and idle rider! That was something the Weyr couldn't afford more of. . . idle hands and characters that wanted to do little.
Glancing at the other remaining eggs (seeing as the blue was in no hurry at all) Darcir wondered how the other dragonets might act and respond. Would they rush out of their eggs soon or would there be yet another lull. . . ? Strange how different each of the dragonets had been; some kind, some vicious, some demanding, and others lazy. . . . It would be interesting what contents the remaining eggs might hold.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:28 pm
Ollen yawned and peered at the little blue who seemed perfectly content to do..nothing really. She grunted, what a lazy little thing! She could not help but yawn as he did, yawns were like the flu on a ship, contagious. She teetered and for the first time felt worried that perhaps Hers would not be in this clutch. Her attitude before hadn't been cocky or certainty, but she felt that like any other candidate on the sands she had just as much ability to impress as others. Her curiousness was turned to the number of browns in this clutch, hadn't she heard in her lessons that greens were the dominant color?
Weather it was the hot sand, the time of day, or the idea she wouldn't impress Ollen was beginning to feel irritable and cranky. The flood of emotion she had let out yesterday was like opening the flood gate for other emotions the usually controlled female was not used too.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:32 pm
The Blue’s antics amused Westren greatly. This Clutch, it seemed, was a collection of opposites. Some of the Hatchlings had been violent, but to off-set that was the Bronze that basked amongst the females, the little Green that looked like she had nearly left the sands without Hers, and now the lazy Blue.
Westren was turn from his musing when one of the Brown Hatchlings stopped and in front of the boy he had helped earlier and stared. And stared. And stared some more. Although he suspect – hoped – that the Hatchling had chosen the boy, stranger things then a staring contest had been known to happen.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:34 pm
Firyal, like many others on the sands, and probably in the stands, too, found that she was forced to stifle a yawn. The Hatching had dragged on and on, and it hadn't been early to begin with. She wondered if she'd be excused from her morning duties after this. She didn't think much of her chances of Impressing at this point, but fortunately she was too tired to really care, or even summon up the despair that always seemed on the edges of her rational thoughts.
She'd been up with the sun that morning and busy all day and she'd thought to steal a little time before bed to work on training Chance when the dragons had begun to hum. But she mustn't fall asleep. On the very far off chance that there was a dragonet for her in this clutch, she didn't dare fall asleep, though she was swaying on her feet and her head throbbed, as did the wounds on her torso. The numbweed had worn off lifetimes ago it seemed, but that actually worked to her advantage as she was able to keep herself awake by sporadically digging her knuckles into the gashes on her forearms or squeezing her upper arms close to her torso to press painfully against the cuts there.
"Come on," she whispered, unsure if she was talking to herself or the dragons.
As her mind wandered, as tired minds are wont to do, she wondered if maybe being mauled had marked the others as prize choices for some other dragon. Rinfala had been mauled at a previous Hatching. M'al was hurt at this one, as G'ran had been, and she could probably think of a few more examples if she put her mind to it. Of course, there were also people like her roommate who had been badly hurt at a Hatching over a turn ago and still had yet to Impress. Her mind wasn't functioning so well. She needed sleep. At least she wouldn't have to worry about Numenor or Chance barging in. They'd probably be asleep by the time she stumbled back to her room, and then she'd have to fight for pillow space.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:38 pm
The Clydesdale blue had Impressed shortly after the bronze, followed by a green, another blue, and two browns. Ceanandin's hopes rose briefly with the sudden influx of dragonets on the Sands, but faltered and faded as the green Impressed and the two browns hurriedly made their choices. The blue was left, however, and four eggs more...
Four? Where had the Hatching gone? A knot formed in his throat, and, after a quick glance at those Candidates nearest, wormed his way forward a bit from the back of the group. Maybe the late arrival was working against him; maybe the distance was limiting his chances. Maybe this blue just couldn't see him, or was waiting for him to come to it. He didn't proceed too far, no more than a few steps, but he felt slightly better for it nonetheless.
There was still time. No need to fret just yet, calm down. There was still time.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:39 pm
B'lin's attention had been captured by the lazy excuse for a dragon. He didn't feel concerned for the thing. It wasn't as if it had even tried to find anyone yet, at least, not that he could see.
Mine, he is taking a long time...
"Check it, typical guy, right?" Sen snickered, elbowing Nasundu in the side. Really, what was taking it so long? It wasn't even exciting like when the queen had taken her sweet--or not so sweet time. More importantly, she felt slightly concerned if he took much longer. This clutch didn't seem right and she couldn't help but wonder if a certain someone was to blame. If no one else was going to say yell anything...
"Just pick someone!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:40 pm
Santhea looked up at the other eggs still on the sands. Shards, but shouldn't they have hatched or cracked by now? She had seen most of the hatchings here, having grown up in the Weyr - but she couldn't remember one lasting this long! Then again, she didn't pride herself on her memory.
The sands were cooler now, as the day faded away, and she could stand a little more comfortably, though the sweat still stuck in the usually feathery light brown hair at the back of her neck and on her forehead.
She didn't think she would impress this time round - there were only a handful of eggs on the ground now, and the blue hatchling, lovely as he was. She wished she could get a better look at the blue.
Santhea looked at the remaining eggs - one in particular caught her eye, because it was probably the dullest coloured egg. A mottled shade with no patterns or prints - yet it was this that made Santhea hope that it too would hatch. It would be awful for eggs to be left on the sands now, after such a long and drawn out hatching, and the rather bad start did not make that feeling any better. But it was nice to know that at least one of the dragonets was very, very calm.
She smiled in the direction of the blue hatchling - her teak eyes were trying to see it better, but though her height helped her in her mischeif, it annoyed Santhea now. She pouted slightly in a childish way, then grinned energetically, still excited. It was a hatching after all, and she knew there would be an awesome feast. She could go see H'dra and Dievath after too.. she remembered the rider mentioning she might get some of the pairings luck, and though that seemed unlikely now, she smiled. The searchpair had been nice to her at the lake, and she wouldn't want to disappoint H'dra by acting like a rowdy, sorrow-sopped drunken miscreant after - she had seen many sad candidates 'drown' their sorrows.
I never really got that saying.. it's funny. She grinned again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:43 pm
Veyes chuckled just a little because as he glanced around he realized that he wasn't the only one yawning. Several other candidates including a few of his friends seemed to be fighting off the overwhelming Wave of Nappiness that evaded the cavern. He wondered in his vivid imagination if the wave had spread out to the stands. He mused the ideas and grinned at the 'amazing little power' that this blue seemed to have. Good thing it was only in his imagination because when the dragon got big having the whole world or Weyr napping wouldn't work out to well. His eyes drifted back down towards the blue; reminding him that he couldn't stray too far from the real world right now. Maybe he could write that story later in his notes..it probably would be a 'sleeper'.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:44 pm
A slight nod was Kess's response, though she found herself relaxing slightly at the physical contact. She'd always been a creature of touch, after all. It soothed her.
And just that quickly, the pair of browns was gone, leaving their handsome, relaxed brother upon the hot sands. Kess couldn't help but snort a bit. Yes, just like Korist, letting her labor while he enjoyed a nice mug of Klah, singing his rhymes.
The blonde had to wonder if he was here, and cast a glance to the stands. They were far too crowded for her to instantly pick him out, and she didn't want to spend time searching while there were still eggs on the sands. He would find her later.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:45 pm
The blue continued to pace along the sands, clearly making no effort towards finding His. Someone from the feeding area decided it was a good time to yell for the little dragon to hurry up, and although Zafir jumped at the voice, he agreed wholeheartedly with the sentiment.
Somehow, he was sure that this would all be easier once the gorgeous beast was taken. Then, there would be only four more hatchings left, four more chances to Impress, or not. Suddenly, it seemed that the exhaustive span of time he'd spent standing on the hot sand hadn't been anywhere near long enough.
And, at the same time, he simply wanted it over. He wanted to know, certainly in irrevocably, whether he was going to go to bed a rider or not. The oblivion was making him ill. His stomach twisted as the blue once again scanned the crowd in his direction.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:46 pm
Jisken acknowledged the brown's Impression with a nod, but he noticed that as things went on, the Candidates around him became more and more weary, at least for the three-fourths of them that remained. A good number of them were already tending to their dragons off the Sands, and it acted as a reminder that there were few dragons left from this clutch. Certainly, his chances were just as good as at the start of the Hatching, but he began to feel a certain rejection, deep down in his gut, and it didn't seem to sit right with him. Or maybe it was hunger. It was probably a little bit of both.
He watched the blue from under his brown bangs, curious as to why this one hadn't chosen yet. Perhaps it was just something characteristic of the clutch--after all, the green from earlier had been rather choosy. Nevertheless, Jisken found himself internally asking why, and his eyes nevertheless followed the awkward movements of the blue. Maybe he will go to Firyal, he thought tenderly. Yes, Firyal would be quite the bluerider, at least from what he'd seen.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:50 pm
The big man almost didn't notice when the brown began to head his way, still focused on Inaari, and slowly getting used to the fact that dragons would wander where they liked, regardless of whoever was watching. That blue, he had to note ruefully, didn't look like he even wanted to find his rider. 'Course, that was better than him being stressed out, he supposed...
...He belatedly realized the brown was staring at him, perched on his hinds and doing nothing. Was he... What was he doing? Goran began to feel the sweat roll down his neck as he didn't dare remove his eyes from the bright ones of the dragon. He couldn't feel anything, surely he wasn't Impressed--but how would he know? To move too soon and touch the little creature would be catastrophic, but what was it waiting for?
G'ranmine. Your Ormeteth thinks we should follow, do you not?
From the way he jumped, it was like he'd been burned. The dragon made a strange snorting sound, and he could have sworn it was almost a chuckle.
"What?" He said stupidly out loud without thinking, gritting his teeth even as he felt strange thoughts swirling in his head. This was... Impression? This? He reached without thinking for the dragonet, who obliged him by bumping his head against the man's outstretched palm with a bit of a warble. Then, slowly, Ormeteth began to move, as though amused that he could maybe lead his rider off the sands this way. Stumbling and tripping over his own feet, he let himself be tugged along until he realized they were standing in front of tables where the dragons were supposed to be fed.
I will not say no to eating, unless you would like to admire me so me more. The dragon offered playfully, and Goran--G'ran shook his head with amazement. "Only 'cause you're so humble." His voice was hoarse with emotion, and after a hesitant moment, his face split into a broad smile, for once displaying his obviously missing front tooth even as he quickly started to feed his new companion.
See? A smile didn't hurt! Which of course was enough to make him grunt dismissively at that, trying to feign gruffness once more... but by the way Ormeteth's eyes were whirling, it clearly wasn't working.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:53 pm
M'rik clapped for the second Brown with a bit of difficulty- he held his hands over his head to keep from squishing Hasufeth too badly. That one was really beautiful too look at! No Blue, of course, but he had a very nice bit of juxtaposition going on. And just as much in a hurry as he'd suspected!
The Blue was another deal entirely, of course. Who wouldn't love that silly thing? It looked like it'd just about fallen asleep lazing around out there. Do you really not like him, Hasufeth? He seems right up our alley. He is taking too much time. I'll like him when he goes to his. The Dragonet flared his nostrils and keened quietly. "You quirky little-" M'rik squeezed the Blue tightly, trying not to laugh and draw attention to himself. "You're perfect, don't worry about them." Do try and hurry him up, though, if you can... He is lazy, Mine.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:53 pm
Kyllae was trying -very- hard to keep relief from getting to her. She was more than happy that all of the eggs so far were fine, but there were a few left...hopefully they were okay too. So many pretty dragonets...if she was lucky, she'd get to stay at the Weyr long enough to find hers. If this hatching went down alright...maybe people would be a little more forgiving.
She eyed the pretty browns. One dusty, one light and dark, but both beautiful. They impressed to people she didn't know...which was a shame, really. She used to try and make it a point to know everybody. Though consider how much most of the Weyr's inhabitants disliked her now... she didn't get aout and about socializing as much.
And then there was that blue! Seemingly withhout a care in the cworld. He looked so happy and cute, there on the sands, relaxing. Smart boy, he deserved to rest; after all, breaking out of that egg couldn't have been easy.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:56 pm
Ahh, that blue was just sitting there.. waiting. Was it looking for someone? Was this impression simply taking longer because there had been no touching? That may have been a possibility, actually...
But.. could it find 'his' through all of the people? From what she could tell, some of the candidates were standing huddled closer together and it was starting to make her a little anxious about how much time this blue was taking to find 'his'.
Ohhhh what a sight to see though. So beautiful -- they all were...
Though she was half-watching the actual impressions as well.. they were fascinating to her.
Just fascinating. What was impression like, she wondered.
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