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Prisoner candidate Blyte

The shiny was certainly not a gold, but she was pretty. He fully expected her to impress to one of the girls, and, while he might not say it out loud, was awful glad that Marue had already impressed.

There would have been no living with her if she would have ended up with a shiny.

The newest green also seemed to have found hers, another of the females, and another non prisoner. Not too surprising, and he looked back over at the eggs to see if any of the others were hatching.

It didn't seem as if the Fly Away Home egg had hatched yet, he remembered that egg as well, and wanted to keep an eye on it. It had been unsure at the touching, but hopefully, it would be alright.

The Sneak thief egg though, it appeared to be cracking, and... was that a hint of grey? No? Yes? It was hard to tell, but Blyte rather hoped it was, but also that it would be less aggressive. Maybe this one wouldn't end up dead.

Lin

The Preening Princess egg was hatching at last, and it was.. It was a.. Hmm. Not really sure. Oh well, it's not like colour mattered to her. Just to some people. Then another egg began to hatch and Lin gasped to see another flash of grey. Oh no! Not the little Sneak-Theif egg! she thought with despair. But.. no. That wasn't fair. Why should they have to adapt, why should they have to fear for their lives because of their abnormal colours? It was the Warden that was wrong, not them! They couldn't help being born the way they were. She wouldn't wish for greens and blues. These hatchlings deserved more than that.

Her eyes shifted to the Senior Warden and several of his guards. Now they would see if he was really just taking out a dangerous hatchling, or if he was going to kill this one too without provocation. Either way, Lin's fingers tightened behind her back. She wished the grey a speedy Impression. Go quick now, little one. she thought. Or you might not get another chance.

Apparently the little multi-colored disaster wanted to explore all the things, because it was making its way to the Stands. Or. Well. Trying to. It was just doing her best to climb into the Stands, back legs scrabbling for purchase as it tried to haul its rather ungainly body up.

It wasn't very effective. The strange hatchling landed on its little rump before keening softly and squeaking.

Leevi?

It was not a voice Leevi had expected. His smile froze into the little appreciative 'awwww!' at such adorable antics.

Leevimine, I don't know if I can climb all of these... Please, could you please help your Lasoth?

“Ohshit.” Leevi was not given to cursing overly much, but he couldn't hold it back then as the dragon made it very clear that she was after him. It wasn't displeasure at all. Simply disbelief.

:C The strange hatchling keened again, calling for Hers.

He had to get down there before M'onk decided that her attempts to climb into the Stands were clearly aggressive. Leevi hurriedly stood up and, thanks to having actual bodily control, managed to get down the Stands to the little dragon's side. Lasoth's side. Kneeling in the Sands, he put his arms around her in a hug. “Are you alright?”

Yes! I am fine. Um. I'm hungry, but can we wait? I want to see my siblings first. Lasoth crooned back towards the eggs once more. See? It wasn't that scary out here! They could come out too and they could be friends!

And then, essentially without any indication of having begun to crack, the Marvelous Dancer egg popped.

It was like jabbing a needle into a balloon. One moment, there was egg, and the next moment...there was blue.

A ridiculous, gawky-looking blue patched in wide swatches of steel-grey and navy and periwinkle. The Bird of Paradise blue investigated the remains of his egg (and also his feet?), chirped - apparently to himself, and then got unsteadily to his feet. Then he actually looked around.

Wow, a lot had happened while he was in that shell, huh?

At any rate, he didn’t seem particularly interested in Impressing just yet, but he walked toward the Candidates, head bobbing and wings flared. He was cool, right? Everyone look at him!

The Fly Away Home egg had been rather quiet at the Touching, but it seemed that it was no longer content to sit around and wait. As the Bird of Paradise blue passed by the little cream-and-brown egg, it too broke open, and out unfurled... a brown?

Really? How had a brown fit into an egg that small? Sure, it was a smallish brown, but still. The process of watching it attempt to haul itself out of that egg was still somewhat akin to watching a clown car.



The Canada Goose brown sure wasn’t the prettiest thing to grace the sands that day. But he was kind of cute, in a fat fluffy way. And he had an undeniable confident swagger to his step, a relaxed attitude that had been sorely missing from the hatching so far. He seemed completely unfazed by whatever had gone on before, and he certainly would not be hurried.

Why should he worry? He was a brown. It wasn’t like he was pink or gray or multicolored. He was, in fact, the first brown in the clutch. So it seemed that blues could produce browns after all.

Canoake muttered something not to polite at Joscelin as she managed to make the back of his robes look decent and still cover what wasn't a bad looking behind. Not that she cared for butts. She knew what came out of them and sometimes, like in the case of M'onk, more came out the mouth than out the back end. Just as she was moving back, a strange blur of pink pushed the boy out the way and just like that, nosed his way into her face and shoulder.

And mind.

Her eyes went wide. For once, strong and prideful Canoake was dumbstruck. Moving her hair out her face and looking deep into the eyes of a very pink dragon, she whispered to it. "Haemath? Your mine? Haha! You're mine! Eat that M'onk! Eat that everyone! I got a PINK dragon and he is all male, baby!"

Whooping, she tossed her arms around the little beast and looked up to make sure that no weapons were trained on her, HER dragon. They'd have to shoot her first and if she survived, Canoake would not only be beyond pissed but would be sure to get her revenge anyway she could. Standing up slowly and keeping her body so that it was partially blocking Haemath's, she looked at Joscelin and grinned. "Get over it, boyo! Pink will be the new "IN" color here at Warden's real soon."

Can we go get food now. I wish to look over my siblings. Haemath nosed at her again. The pink dragon looked over the boy in front of them both and huffed. As if I would chose him.

Snorting, Canoake began to walk off the Sands, head held up high. That was at least, until one of the motherly greens screeched something angrily. Oh! Calling C'ross a murderer. Wow. And then, the rider's responding in rage. She covered her ears and looked down at her dragon. His eyes whirled with anger but she wasn't sure for who or whom. Canoake paid no attention as more eggs hatched out. Finally, she made it over to the feeding area and grabbed some meat for her lovely Haemath.

"Well, well. Certainly a day for drama and death. Just you wait, Haemath. As soon as you are big enough, we will show Warden's what's what... And then, Pern will be ours." Canoake practically did a little dance as Haemath started eating.

Of course it will be. Nothing but the best for my Canoake. The pink dragon replied, mouth full and belly getting there.

Luka

So there were normal dragons in this clutch, well, if you considered two golds abnormal as well. And if you didn't count the greens. Whatever. A Blue and a Brown hatched next. That's what she was getting at. Whatever the shiny one was, it had Impressed to someone in the Stands (lucky b*****d). The pink went to the girl who'd been messing with the redhead's robes (judging by the sound of her caterwauling). Even with prisoners on the Sands there weren't that many candidates left, and fewer dragons.

She wanted to Impress. Didn't she? There was a touch of jealousy of the young man in the Stands even if his dragon was a mutant. She didn't really want to be a rider. That was more the problem. She just wanted an easy ticket out of jail, and the bragging rights that came with being one of the 'chosen ones' so to say. Oh am I not good enough for you? Well I'm good enough for a dragon. Your Loss.

It was probably less then polite to wish misfortune on others, or even enjoy it when it happened. Joscelin preened mentally, slightly amusement curving his lips. So he had been public humiliated by the pink little dragon terror and shards if he was going to stand up, robe fixed or not in fancy knot work- V'tyai and M'onk now had two young woman who had impressions of his sisters down pat as dragon riders.

Now, if they were anything like his sisters they would create a girls club. He didn't know the woman who had impressed the first green, or the young girl who had impressed the green? Yellow? it was hard to tell who had impressed what in the healer's corner. They were both young, the little healer girl couldn't be much older than early teens. Poor thing was going to be forcibly makeover. He wasn't sure if he should feel pity for V'tyai or a bit of glee at the payback. He did not need any of those images in his mind.

Actually, he wasn't sure he wanted to impress now if it meant he would be sharing any sort of lessons with the young prisoner and her screechy gold or the young woman who dragon that had assaulted his person and then told M'onk to 'Eat it' and called him 'boyo'. Charming, weren't they?

Specially since he had a bad inkling one or both of them were going to attempt to make him over. It always happened and if his hair didn't end up a frizzy curly mess when short and if he didn't look ridiculous with shorn hair - it made him look like he had a bad sunburn- he would just get rid of it. It wasn't as if he could dye it. His complexities was fair and he would look sallow and washed out if he attempted to make it black. Hiding in the archives was sounding really good at the moment.

Joscelin wonder briefly if putting both the screechy girl with the yellow and the one with the terror causing pink in the same room would lead to a catfight. Or lead to the most horrifying friendship of likeminded individuals and destroy the weyr.

Well, Warden's was never going to be sane... he sort of knew that when he came here. Willing came here at that.
Still beat out the thought of going home.