12/13/2002
09:13
PM
Logfile
from Briny.
Candidate
Barracks - Monaco Weyr(#497RAFJ$)
These two structures feature open central
rooms with triple tiers of bunks lining the walls. They are joined by a small
tiled deck that bridges a narrow canal. They are filling with small numbers of
candidates. The men are taking the structure on the east, females are settling
into the bunks in the building nearest the commons.
Contents:
Vasmar
Bella(#2726PJOXc$)
Kentell
Lucian(#2118POVXcw)
El'ric
Rhhomi
Bella's
Storage Trunk
Chanteur
Nytasha
Weaver
Display Exhibit
Firelizard
Perch(#841MOVae$)
Nightsky
Obvious
exits:
Commons
"That
bet ont he seacrafter girl is just far too easy. She's bound to cry."
Rhhomi's assessment of the situation is based on very little knowledge, but she
sounds confident. "Harper boy, the one with the blonde hair. He's the one
for wetting himself. Jumps at the slightest little thing, he's not going to
make it dry." She smiles to Bella, nodding. "Glad you're not leaving,
been through too much. And yeah, betting on maulings isn't fun, but it's
accurate. It does happen."
Kentell
walks over to his cot and removes his robe from the press. Unfolding it he
holds the white fabric up to his chest giving it one more good look-over.
Chanteur
is no longer listening.
Aldrean
nods in agreement. "That would be a nasty thing to bet on. I don't think
anyone is going to get mauled...although I think a few candidates wetting
themselves might be acurate!"
Kentell
looks back over at Vasmar. "Well? Are there any bets on me?" he asks
again, eyes curious.
Vasmar
marks down Kentell's bets with a neat little flurish from the stylus he
withdraws from his pocket. "There, now you're stuck with it." He
winks at Ken and then flips the pages back a few more. "Uumm, no one is
marked down for that Ken--do you want to place a bet? Seems a bit of bad luck
to me."
Briny
slips in from the hallway, looking a little damp around the edges, and wrapped
in a towel. Ahhh, nothing like a bit of a relaxing bath to work the kinks out
of the muscles. "Still got my bet for brown first?" she quips to
Vasmar at hearing the vein of the conversaion, passing on towards her cot.
Kentell
pokes at his robe a few more times, giving it a dirty look. Aldrean props himself
up on one elbow and calls out. "Hey, Vasmar put me down for Bronze
hatching first!" the grinning candidate calls out.
Rhhomi
grins at Kentell, and simply asks, "Something you're likely to do?
Screaming I mean."
Bella
sees other candidates pulling out their robes and placing bets on each other
"Do you think the hatching is so close that we should start getting our
robes out?" She is a bit sceptical about it, but follows Kentell's example
all the same. Moving down to her trunk, she waves off th two little firelizards
and then pulls the robe out. It wasn't stored very neatly and has a few creased
wrinkles.
Vasmar
flips pages back and grins to Rhhomi, "so, you're down for the harper boy?
La....Laison or something like that right?" He's looking down his list,
lowering his voice just slightly. "Got you for that brown Briny. Any other
bets you'd like to make? Nothing is too small--even a 1/16 mark." He ohs
at Kentell and smiles, "I think you're on the 'cry' if you impress list
Ken. Don't feel bad--someone marked me for that too." As he speaks he
makes the mark in his book. He doesn't seem at all concerned about fussing over
his robe yet.
Kentell
stops pokeing the robe on his cot and turns to look at Rhhomi. Raiseing one
eyebrow he grins. "After all that talk about running around nude after a
hatchling pulls your robe off, or getting mauled? Most definately something I
am thinking about doing about now!" He glances at Bella "I was just
checking the hems on mine, but it can't hurt to have yours ready Bella, alot of
people think the hatching will be today."
"Laison,
yeah him. The blonde one. Looks like a limp noodle." Rhhomi can be so nice
at times. She grins to Kentell and then calls over to Vasmar. "Put me down
for Bella crying if she impresses." A glance back to Bella. "No
offence."
Kentell
flashes Vasmar an incredulous look! "Cry?" he glowers muttering, then
brightens up. "Well, as long as your on that list to I guess it's
ok!" he grins evil-like at Vasmar.
Briny
flickers a glance askance to Kentell at his words. "Ohhhhh, do mention
that. I know for sure I'm going to be snatched robeless and left with my
entrails all over the sands." Such a pretty picture. She is still rather
sure she is going to get sick before she has to go out there. The girl drops
down on her cot, tucking the towel a little closer about her body as she goes
about towel-rubbing her hair. And then she hears the word, "What?
Today?" Oh my, did someone turn a little green? "Not today,
right?"
Orilee
ambles in from the wide green commons outside.
Orilee
has arrived.
Vasmar
spins his stylus, "I need amounts here." He looks over the top of his
document and grins at Briny's concern, "oh, come now, brace up. I'm sure
it's only a drill."
Bella
smirks to Rhommi "You bet on me to cry huh? Hmmm. I'll have to try and
make sure that you don't get your marks back for that one. And no offense
taken." She gives a little wink and look to Vasmar "Put me down for
Rhommi wetting herself on the sands." Her glances goes back to Rhommi
"No offense of coarse." Bella snickers softly.
Bella
says "Hmm. I can afford to lose one mark I think.""
Rhhomi
laughs, "Oh none taken. I'll just make sure I go before hand." She
winks over at Bella to confirm the 'no offence', then looks over to Vasmar.
"Half-mark on each of mine. I can afford that."
Vasmar
makes neat little notes and swats at Larze who tries to look over his shoulder.
"Go on...."
Briny
blinks up at the betting taking place, or more particularly the kinds of bets
being passed. Crying? Wetting one's self? Ohhhh, my. A giggle is stifled as she
pulls the towel from her hair, tresses just moderately damp now. A tongue is
stuck out at Vasmar though, "Drill? Drill? What'd I miss?" They are
in a drill? Oh boy.
Kentell
grins at Vasmar. "Hey, thats more money for you!" Ken then opens his
mouth to reply to Briny's questions. "Well, yes many think it will be
today..."
El'ric
comes into the barracks at a run, pausing only when he gets to the door and
shouts out "Right you lot in pairs onto the sands now!"
Rhhomi
eeeps, she really eeps. "Now?" Robe is hastily thrown on, clothes
being removed as she goes, and for once not caring who sees if they see
anything.
"Can't
you hear the thrumming of the dragons?" Orilee steps in just behind
El'ric, scanning eyes across the room. "It's nearly vibrating the walls,
I'd think you'd be able to -tell-!" She's stressed it seems, and her only
volume of voice is -loud-. "Everyone! Robes on! Out!"
Bella
jumps at the shout from El'ric and rushes over to the curtained off area to
change into erh robe. Her clothes go flying off and soon she steps out and
moves to her cot to get her sandals, which she stomps and wiggles into before
slipping into the line of candidates. She peeks around to see if anyone else has
a sidden case of nerves.
Kentell
snaches his robe back up off his cot, strips and tries to pull the thing on.
Kentell
has left.
Briny
peeps owlishly at El'ric. "What'd he say?" Lost look is cast at the
others, because he clearly didn't say what she thought he said. Nope. Well,
maybe the flurry of action and the fluttering of robes might be a hint.
"Ohhhh, no. Nonononono." But, somehow robe is being tossed over her
head, rope about her waist to bring it close to her body, sandals on her feet
-and all without her really knowing this is happening. "I'm going to be
sick," she murmurs, hand covering over her mouth. You know, just in case.
She manages to make it to her feet as well, toddling after the others.
Nytasha
has left.
Bella
has left.
Rhhomi
snatches hold of Bella's hand; partially to keep track of her bet, partially
for comfort. "Come on."
Vasmar
has left.
Rhhomi
has left.
You
take the secret exit to the hatching sands.
Hatching
Sands - Monaco Weyr(#1150RFJMZa$)
The
darkening ebon of the basalt sands floors this massive chamber. Despite the
cavern's size, the entire chamber is uncharacteristically warm for a
subterranean space. The reason for that warmth is apparent to any who venture
forth onto the sands - they are warmer than the chamber's air, perhaps even
'hot'. What causes this phenomenon is not apparent to casual observation, but
the resulting effect is one of sands ideal for draconic nesting. Two small
openings lead off the Sands into the cliffs.
Contents:
Rhhomi
Vasmar
Bella(#2726PJOXc$)
Nytasha
Kentell
T'gan
Eliwys
Leyrith(#208OVaepqs$)
Coluth
Mound
of Eggs
Obvious
exits:
Tunnel
Eliwys
lowers her voice, so that it doesn't carry too far, "It keeps her mind off
the other things. She's so busy with the eggs, she forgets them. They're
secondary at this point, which is a good thing!"
A sharp
rock shakes the Plant in a Cup Egg. Then another. With a mighty heave the shell
flies open spilling a large and obviously upset brown onto the sands. With an
ear splitting squawk he unpeels his wings from where they're glued to his back
and totters forwards -- his croons becoming more insistent and his pace
increasing as he makes for a small ex weaver who calls out "Saurath"
and runs forwards to meet him.
Kentell
winces as the hot air hits him full in the face. Makeing his way out onto the
sands Ken bows to the sire and dam of the clutch before picking a spot and
standing still.
Rhhomi
moves quickly onto the sands, dragging Bella along behind her by the hand. A
quick bow to Leyrith and Coluth and she moves as far away from both as
possible, forming one end of the candidate semi-circle.
Eliwys
blinks, watching the brown run free and Impress, "Now, that, that was
quick!"
Kentell
turns to make a face at Vasmar.
Orilee
has arrived.
It's
hard to miss the Dish Soap egg when it begins to bounce across the sand. Each
jump leaves another little whole in it's apple green surface until finally one
last hard bounce cracks the egg wide revealing an amber and green hatchling. A
lovely mix of golden and green hues, this little lady draws all eyes at first.
The fanning of her wings catching and reflecting light as she makes no bones
about her path straight towards a black haired Weyr girl. The young woman gasps
and says softly, "Oh, Maliath, you're stunning!"
T'gan'd
been distracted enough to miss that first Impression, but a small smile touches
his lips when he watches the new pair guided off to the barracks.
"Saurath. Nice name, that."
Lucian
has arrived.
El'ric
has arrived.
Giggling
starts up in the middle of the semi-circle, a couple of girls obviously having
found something funny enough that they cannot control themselves. A glare and a
nudge from a candidate to the side of them makes them fall silent -- though they
turn a little away from each other to minimise the changes of it starting
again.
Vasmar
strides out onto the sands, making a face right back at Kentell with a laugh,
"Well, Briny guessed that one...." he murmurs, making to the girl's
side where Nytasha is also standing and wedges himself there after a silted bow
to sire and dam.
Briny
is stumbling out onto the sands, being tugged along by this person, pushed by
that one. Somehow or another, she makes her way out there, the heat of the area
definitely not helping her roiling tummy any -already a bit flushed with
nerves. "Are you... Do we really... Could I please- Fardles." She
doesn't even notice that the first dragon is indeed a brown, making her the
winner of the bet.
Bella
is dragged onto the sands beind Rhhomi so quickly that she nearly stumbles.
Managing to keep her feet under her. She acknowledges the brroding parents and
does not object when Rhhomi drags her along putting much distance between
herself and the irritated quen. Hearing ehr name, she glances around and gives
a quick wave to the gallery and smiles. Though her lapse in attention is short
as two loud cracks and young hatchlings stumbling about and impressing get her
attention quick enough.
Kentell
reaches out to grab the arm of any candidate next to him. "This is going
fast!" he looks around with very wide eyes and offers El'ric a weak wave.
It's
almost disconcerting when the Mystery Mold Egg seems to bulge and move in odd
ways. It's occupant shoving at grey green egg until a sharp whipcrack of sound
sends irregular shards of shell everywhere. Standing on all fours with his
wings spread the little frosted blue hatchling left behind is no nonsense. He
looks left, then right, then marches directly up to a young healer lad. With a
loud brassy demand deafening him it's surprising when the young man grins and
replies, "Yes, there is definitely food here, Ravith, I promise"
El'ric
comes trailing out onto the sands at the back of the line herding the
straggling or just plain reluctanct candidates into thier robes and onto the
sands.
Nytasha
smiles as she's joined by Vasmar and across to Briny she offers the same smile,
looking calm--though who can say what nerves might be jumbling around inside.
"How many so far? Oh, that blue!"
A
twitch or two brings attention to the Cold Letters Egg as it stirs. A shudder
then a sharp crack cleanly breaks this egg in half revealing a shimmering
spring green hatchling. At first the little occupant just sits there then her
eyes get wide as she realizes she's no longer in her egg. With a sudden dart of
movement she closes the gap between herself and the candidates, then it becomes
apparent stopping won't be so easy. Candidates rush out of the way, all save
for one transfixed young holder girl who is bowled over and ends up on her back
gazing up at the distraught hatchling's eyes. She smiles after she gets her
breath back and reaches up to stroke the creature's head, "No, Sivalanth,
I'm ok.. but you're going to have to get off my chest first" The little
green moves aside and the girl slowly gets to her feet looking none the worse
for wear.
Rhhomi
blinks, having missed the hatching of the brown, but she does catch the blue,
and then the green. "Would you look at the talons on /that/ one! She's gonna..."
she pauses as the knocked down girl impresses and seems to be alright.
"Maybe next one."
T'gan
asides to Eliwys, when his own survey of the sands brings him close enough,
"This a relief to you?"
Kentell
shoots a look over Rhhomi's way, his eyes wide.
Eliwys
chuckles, "Oddly enough" she remarks, "A big one". A wary
glance though is kept on Leyrith, who had been scooping sand on top of the Cold
Letters Egg when it burst. She hrmfs at that, and looks for another than needs
her dubious care. On sand goes. Off it comes. On it goes..
Simply
Vanilla Egg wriggles, shivering in an unseen cold spot on the sands, it's white
frosting sparkling ominously in the light.
Blue
and white flecks suddenly become riddled with cracks as the Washing Automatic
egg flops from one side to the other. The movements fitful as the occupant
struggles to make its escape. The egg finally bulges then cracks then one side
gives way and sends a azure blue hatchling tumbling out of it's recesses. The
little fellow takes quite some time to untangle his gangly legs and wings. He
fans his wings as he begins to advance on the candidates searching them for a
suitable lifemate. It is no surprise that the fidgety blonde haired seacrafter
ends up as his destination. Both shift from foot to foot before the boy's shock
becomes joy and he says, "Yes, Klioth, of course we can eat!"
The
Glass Bric-a-Brac Egg's movement had been very slow up till now, it's rocking
increasing violently until it rolls down a little hill, away from the rest of
the eggs and sits on it's own for a moment. Though it seems completely still
the grey lines that cross it darken, and a talon punches though, soon followed
by an entire blue leg, and eventually the full, gangly, hatchling. With barely
a moment to get his bearings he's on his feet and off, barrelling towards the
line of white and with a trip, thump lands creeling at the feet of an ex-Istan
Guard who will forever more be known as M'nik.
Bella
nods to Rhhomi and winces as one of the other girls get's bowled over. She
shifts her feet on the hot sand, starting the time honored candidate dance.
"Ohhh. Isn't she pretty." It is more of a statement thatn a question.
The eggs seem to be wasting no time cracking and her head flies back and forth
as she makes ready to didge if need be.
Briny
stares it awe. Its chaos. Pure chaos. Candidates are getting taken down left
and right. The sheer horror of it all! Hand manages to break away from her
side, fingers groping 'til they enfold in the fabric of Nytasha's robe.
"This is crazy." One hand remains over her mouth, causing those words
to mumble slightly.
Kentell
tugs on his robe a bit, not paying attention to what his hands are doing.
"So fast" he mumbles to the candidate next to him. "This is
going so fast!"
Pungent
Shrouded Bulb Egg shivers and shakes as if caught in it's own personal snow
storm, slivers of shell sloughing off and coating the sands. One more shudder
shatters the egg and a tiny lamp bronze hatchling blinks in the light, creeling
plaintively as he looks around. A cautious, and unsteady series of steps takes
him towards the candidates and he butts against the knees of a teary eyed boy
from Keroon. Though the boy's whispering of the name is barely audible it's
obvious that Impression has occurred.
Nytasha
shoots Rhhomi an outraged look but quickly schools her features, hands balling
up into her robes. This action ends quickly as more eggs start rocking and
teetering around. "You'll be just fine!" She assures Briny with a
smile.
One
sharp flop to the side is all the warning the Peachy Liqueur Egg gives before
cracks race along its length. It seems to bulge for a moment then icy blue
limbs appear through the egg's surface. One more shove and eggshells go
everywhere leaving a bewildered little blue behind. He seems indecisive at
first until one of the local Weyr girls finds herself confronted with a very
demanding little fellow. The girl laughs and nods, "Yes Vivoth, we can get
to the food immediately!"
For
reasons best known to the occupant of the Bunch O Grapes Egg it decides that
now is it's time and nothing is going to stop it. Violent rocking and twitching
bores it a little further into the sands before it splits, egg shell flying in
every direction as the burly bronze within stands up. With remarkable ease for
one so newly hatched he makes his way down over the sands, pausing once or
twice to scent the air and then choosing almost immediately. Larze now La'e,
drops to his knees and, in a voice to make any harper proud, cries, "His
name is Azeroth!"
Greased
Grill Pan Egg shakes briefly, though firmly. This egg is fortified, a
grill-like barrier seeming to surround and prevent easy movement. Only the
greasy film that surrounds in sludge seems to take any note at all in the
movement. Whatever is inside will need more than a light shove to escape the
confines. That is, if it wants to escape.
Without
warning, even the slightest wiggle, two eggs split -- the Demands for Food Egg
and Bottle Opener Egg unceremoniously spilling a green and a blue onto the
sands. Both hatchlings make for the same small cluster of candidates, bumping
into each other as they go, each determined to be the first. The green wins
out, bumping her nose into the legs of a small boy from High Reaches just
moments before the blue claims the ex-healer Jayne to the left of him.
Simply
Vanilla Egg seems to move - the colours in it's shell mixing, blending together
into a sparkling honey-kissed, buttery mix, as the lifeform inside struggles to
break out of it's freezing prison.
Rhhomi
keeps her eyes moving, taking in as much as possible, except for the strange
looks shes getting; to those she seems oblivious. "Lookit that egg
fly!" she finally bursts out, unable to contain her enthusiasm for the
spectacular.
Vasmar's
smile is just as certain as Nytasha's as he takes Briny's other hand and gives
it a squeeze. "Ah! should have known he'd cry like that." He
chuckles, "well, there's..." he breaks off and bobs up and down on
his toes. "Woohoo! Larze! You old criminal! And here he was mad at /me/
for the firelizard! Woohoo!!" he dances in place, "And I get myself a
whole lot of marks for /that/!"
A
blonde candidate lets out a squeal and suddenly panics as the candidate beside
her impresses. The reality of the situation sinks in and she moves, very
slowly, along the line, pushing in between a couple of other candidates and
paying far more attention than she had been previously.
Greased
Grill Pan Egg shakes again, though this time it nearly rolls upon its side. A
violent shudder again rocks, the one inside obviously having made up its mind
in the matter of wanting freedom. Again the sludge slides slightly, but the
grill-barrier is put to its final test-- in hopes upon hopes the thing inside
shoves, but it has yet to budge itself from its prison.
A dark
haired girl who has been staring at her favorite Baker's Delight Egg throughout
the hatching suddenly breaks into a grin as it splits and spills out its brown
occupant. She starts forwards expectantly, but the hatchling moves off in
another direction and as he chooses a tall, skinny lad from Paradise River she
steps back, calling out a disappointed congratulations.
(I was
briefly disconnected. Damn ISP)
*Twitch**
**twitch** is just the start of what Crushed Red Pepper Egg has in mind. The
hatchling that's housed inside this too hot to handle egg, has definitely
decided now's the time to get out. One last jump, bump and twitch and Crushed
Red Pepper Egg dissolves into a crumbled heap of shards leaving a large bronze
sitting in its remains. This one isn't going to sit around, after swinging his
head this way and that to look at the white robed candidates he's off. Charging
across that sands as well as he can, he suddenly stumbles into Aldrean. The
energetic boy can only stand there and gape "Doranth....Yes I know I shall
have to learn to be still." the bond is made and A'rean and his bronzen
lifemate leave the sands.
Briny
blinks as finally the words of the other candidates seem to make their way
beyond her rather self-absorbed consciousness. Cry? "Oh. Larze
impressed?" Imagine that. Clutched hand is squeeze back as the girl
straightens a little.
Nytasha
laughs, "Vasmar, that just means that you might win back some of the marks
he's been taking from you the whole time he's been a candidate." She looks
at Briny at her side without comment and then jerks her head in the direction
of a candidate turn-weyrling right beside her. "Shards!"
A quiver, and then another - the slender
needles that frost the tip of
the Simply Vanilla Egg widen into green
vines that curl around the base,
until there is no discerning where the
shell ends and the dragonet that
is trying to push free, begins. When all
is said and done, the Arabesque
Confectionary Green Hatchling stands amid
the creamy remnants, carefully
contemplating her first direction in
life.
Kentell
bends down and grabs a handfull of hot sand, standing back up he slowly lets
the sand trickle through his fingers, the act calming him down a bit. When that
handfull is gone he gathers a new handfull, and does it again.
---*** Arabesque Confectionary
Green Hatchling ***---
Misty
light creeps in diaphanous tendrils as etherealness is granted solidity in an
epitome of feminine beauty - declaring itself in the hide of this agate green
hatchling. Across her flanks the tincture deepens, almost imperceptibly, subtle
striations of olive overlying the feathery touches of pale, opalescent green.
Her muzzle is washed with a rich aqua that sweeps upward from her chest and
trickles down her neck to stain the tip of each neckridge, a lake in which no
reflection is mirrored. Dusky malachite swirls down the curve of her belly
where here and there darker pinpoints are noticeable, faintly reminiscent of
fruit seeds, culminating in dainty feet tipped with ivory talons that accent
her verditure. Pinions are flecked with barely perceptible motes of gilt, while
wingsails of translucent jade stretch taut within this framework.
Eliwys
curls a tendril of hair around on her finger, watching the hatchlings make
their way free, and find their life partners. She grins as another hatches,
watching it curiously.
Living
up to its name, the Kitchen Knife Egg, only a sudden loud crack and shower of
shells give warning to its occupant's arrival. The chartreuse green left
behind, however, immediately gives loud and quite unharmonious voice to her
entrance into the world. She shakes off the shells and begins to waddle with a
singular lack of grace towards the candidates. Several candidates seem to be
her goal until finally her erratic path ends with her sitting on her haunches
in front of a shy young sea crafter. The lad blinks then grins widely,
"Yes, things do look more clear with time, Hewith, I promise!"
Vasmar
doesn't know what to give his full attention to! Briny? La'e and his new
lifemate? The green that just hatched and hasn't rushed for a candidate? Or the
scattering, shattering, charging hatchlings running around? Each of these he
glances at in turn and fixes his gaze on the hatchlings--to be safe!
Bella
chuckles nervously as she shifts her stance on the sands. "Yea. I suppose
it is fun. Til someone get's mauled at least." Keeping her gaze drifting
quickly across the sands, she watches as more and more young dragonettes spill
from their shells.
A
bounce and a crack sends the Abstract Symbols egg end over end until it finally
shatters into a shower of shells! The deep sea green hatchling then continues
to tumble end over end until she lands with a wail of protest on her haunches.
Slowly untangling herself she gazes about her in wonder. One or two wobbly
steps are followed by an erratic gallop towards the candidates ending in a
slide and halt before an blonde haired holder who breaks into a brilliant
smile. Bartho, now B'tho, leans down and softly strokes the dark hatchling's
head breathing, "Oh yes, Laxuth, forever and ever!"
Bittersweet
Amber Ale Egg shivers minutely, nearly imperceptibly -- a stirring of ale to
set head toward foaming.
Rhhomi
grins, still bouncing. "Green, and another green. Look green." Her
brain most definitely appears to be malfunctioning with excitement -- if only
someone had bet on that. She smiles at Bella, "No one's going to get
mauled. They haven't yet and there's been a million hatch so far. Besides,
they'd maul one of the boys if they had to, not us."
Briny
doesn't need attention, she just needs to make it through this alive -and
preferably without getting sick on the sands, loosing her robe, being eviscerated,
or any other number of fates worse that death (or possibly actual death). Her
nose wrinkles as she hear's Bella's comment. "Ugh."
Kentell
concentrates on letting his current handful of sand drain slowly from his hand,
all the while his gaze flickers from one hatchling to another nervously.
A spin
or two seem to bury the Needlepoint Picture Egg a little deeper into the sands.
Following the egg seems to hop trying to get out of the burrow it's dug. Each
hop sending cracks along the eggs surface until finally the egg splits into
several long strips that fall aside and send the poor little malachite green
hatchling tumbling forward into the sand on her nose! The little lass slowly
draws herself up and shakes off before marching directly up to her new
lifemate. She lets out a bugle that will surely be impressive in adulthood, but
sounds like a squeaky toy as a hatchling. The little blonde Weyr girl standing
before her lets out laughter of pure delight as she hugs her, "Yes,
Zuzuth! I am yours!"
Arabesque
Confectionary Green Hatchling stretches slowly, head swinging up slowly,
gracefully, upwards so that she can survey her audience. Cautiously she
stretches one leg out before her, placing it carefully on the sands once more
as she steps forwards -- head and tail held high and proud. She has most
definitely arrived.
A
shimmy and a wobble draw attention to the Digital Timer egg. The jade lines
seem to suddenly sprout a labyrinth of darker lines that spread across the egg
crazily. The egg shudders the falls on its side cracking open with a loud POP!
Underneath a sailor's cap of eggshell an almost black hatchling resides. The
little fellow shifts and as the light catches his hide the deep blue is
revealed as his true color. He shakes his head several times in an unfruitful
attempt to dislodge his shell hat. Giving up, he stands and trudges over to and
down the line of candidates, like a general the troups. Only when he comes
across a certain brunette holder boy does he stop and peer up at him. The boy
grins and then moves to wrap his arms around the blue's neck exclaiming simply,
"Tierith!"
Kentell
notices that all of the sand in his hand is gone. And quickly bends down to
gather up another handfull!
Greased Grill Pan Egg slits along the side,
reluctantly. It is but a
hairline fracture slowly widening,
eggshell sputtering off only in tiny
splinters from the fortified barrier. The
form inside is just as slowly
and reluctantly revealed, and the first
hint of the dragonet inside is
merely a shimmer of metallic blue. But
the heat draws him, and slowly
but surely beneath the watchful eyes of
the crowd, Turbulent Tidal Blue
emerges from his former home.
---*** Turbulent Tidal Blue
Hatchling ***---
As the
sky caresses water, as the wind prompts sea to foam and sputter, so does the
hide of this blue hatchling seem to alter. Perhaps it's the intriguing shading
along his angled form - shimmering blues glisten upon his hide, capturing light
only to throw it back. The reflective nature almost resembles a sort of
protective coating, his blue hide gleaming like a shell just out of water. From
the blunt muzzle to the length of his tail, his coloring even reflects the
slightest tints of violet. Amethyst steals its way through the glimmering blue,
as light distorts the tincture of seawater to create shallow reflections. Wings
show the hibernating color with still more vibrancy, for as light finds its way
through the thin sails, the effect is a indigo-tinted blue that positively
gleams.
Nytasha
winces at the bugle and nods her head as though to herself, "going to be
nice that one. And Zuzuth? That's a nice name. Don't you think?" She
pushes a hand over her face, eyes fixing in on the impressing blue.
Eliwys
spots what Kentell is doing, and with a glance to Leyrith, picks up her skirts
and strides across the circle of candidates. She reaches out a finger to prod
the candidate in the side, her eyes scanning around just in case a hatchling
comes questing. "Let go of the sand, and pay attention, or we'll be
carrying you out on a stretcher with your guts pooling on the floor, and your
death screams ringing in my ears!" With that, she heads back to the safety
area, keeping an eye open all the time: she's not stupid, she's seen what these
talons will do!
Bella
grins over to Rhhomi and gives the candidate a curious glances as she leans
over to whisper "Did you make a bet on one of the males getting mauled or
something?" Teh latest hatchings get her attention and she wates them
tumble from their former homes with a soft smile psread across her face, though
Kentell's facination with the sand draws a questioning look from Bella
The
Hearty Breakfast Egg rocks slowly, taking its time and not in a hurry to go
anywhere until the rather more jerky movements of the Crafty Cheesy Egg bring
them both into sharp contact. With an echoing crack both eggs split, tumbling a
pair of almost identical greens onto the sands. A moment later both are on their
feet and running towards opposite ends of the line -- their impressions, just
like their hatching, happening simultaneously.
Briny
bites her bottom lip, to keep back a giggle. Either well-meaning or hysterical
is hard to tell. "Bella! Hush now. That's just... disturbing." And
she'll jinx it or something, actually have a little blood-letting happen now
that it was spoken of.
Kentell
jerks upright with a start, a startled look sent the Weyrwoman's way.
Startlement quickly turns to embarisment and he nods, now a lovely shade of
bright red. Ken keeps his eyes on the hatchlings, his ears ringing.
Rhhomi's
bouncing fades as Eliwys berates Kentell. In fact all movement at all ceases
and she stands, rock still, not wanting to be the next to incur the senior
weyrwoman's wrath. "Didn't bet on anyone getting mauled." is
eventually hissed out of the side of her mouth. "Should have bet on the
rider being like the dragon though." She nods almost inperceptibally
towards Eliwys, "Bad tempered and scary."
El'ric
comes back from the weyrling barracks having delivered the latest pairing to
the staff, wiping his brow he picks up a wineskin and leans back against the
wall to have a good draught from it before pausing to watch how things are
progressing out on the sands.
The
number of eggs still unhatched upon the sands has dwindled considerably since
the first shell cracked. The expectant white-clad figures wait, their numbers
thinning slowly, anxious for the occupants of the still whole shells to make
their appearances and choices. The remaining eggs shudder and rock but seem
reluctant to release the contents they hide.
Bittersweet
Amber Ale Egg shivers again, this time more violently, and skitters a handspan
out of the egg mound dam and sire have constructed on its behalf. Overshook ale
may spill violently, but for now the egg effervesces internally.
Kentell
is standing perfectly still now. Face a nice shade of red, the candidate hardly
twitches as if attempting too sink into the sand. Only his eyes move, scanning
the sands.
Vasmar's
mouth flattens at the Weyrwoman's words that ring over the hatching grounds.
His llips twitch back and forth as he tries to relax his expression but it
doesn't seem to work. "right..." he murmurs and eyes the exit as
though he's thinking about heading that way. Yup. A rocking egg catches his
attention and he stays still, calling to Kentell, "hey, it's ok! You'll be
just fine!" He reasures and adds a firm nod.
A flash
of green and pale rose herald the movement of the Briar Rose egg. Several
shudders followed by a spin that ends with a CRACK release it's occupant
unceremoniously on the sand. An agate green hatchling lands in a tangle of legs
and wings: she then creels piteously as she slowly untangles herself. In fact,
the sound doesn't stop. From her shell to the candidates she creels, even as
she careful inspects them the thin sharp whine continues. It is a relief to all
when she finally pauses in front of a redheaded weaver boy who grins and says,
"Yes, Tzalth, I will help you" He leans down and begins to brush her
off.
Turbulent
Tidal Blue Hatchling stays his ground, the first movement and decision in his
existance, and it is a small one. However, an examination and swing of head
goes to the crowd in the distance, then towards the candidates before him. Some
are giggling, some are whining, others are hiding behind themselves, and still
others are sobbing for their friends. Such a silly bunch, it seems, and for a
moment the blue takes a few steps away from the shells of his egg. Yet, he
still seems to have inner conflict about moving so freely under so many eyes.
His hide glints against what light seeps into the hatching caverns, and he
twitches his tail-- taking on an aggressive arch to his back. With that,
courage has mounted enough, and the blue lets forth a strong and very loud
keen. Or is it a hatchling growl?
Kentell
dosen't move, well not much anyway. A very, very small wave is sent Vasmar's
way as Ken continues to watch the hatchlings.
Bella
winces as Kentell is berated. She knows how that feels personally. Her eyes
follow the woman as she slips back to where she came from. As she is spoken to
by Briny, she turns a slightly shocked look to Briny "What? Rhhomi is the
one who is excited about maulings." She explains in a whisper before her
gaze goes once more to the hatchlings on the sands. "Ohh. They are all
lovely to look at. And soo cute learning how to use their legs."
Bright
metallic flashes move attention to another of the eggs as the Tune a Fish egg
wakes up. Flopping back and forth just like it's scaly namesake this egg seems
determined to crack. And crack it finally does! Another shower of eggshells
send particles flying away from a rather large icy green hatchling.
Surprisingly large for her color, this lady is going to be handful. Fanning her
wings she begins to vocalize as if she were shouting orders to the candidates
she's moving towards. Every call is answered by laughter until finally the icy
green is face to face with a redhaired holder boy who can't stop laughing, even
as he speaks, "No, Nuith, I'm not making fun of you! I'd never make fun of
you!"
Arabesque
Confectionary Green Hatchling moves onwards -- her gliding, sliding, gait
bringing her slowly towards the sea of white that stands before her. Her
audience. Pausing a second she flares her wings out wide, the egg goo that
still clings to them doing nothing to mar her performance as it glints in the
light.
A riot
of cracks appear with a sharp popping noise all along the surface of the Schedule
Magnet egg's surface. The pops continue with little showers of teal and white
flinging shards up away from the egg. Then suddenly the top part of the egg
bursts open to reveal a very tiny summer green hatchling. She has to muscle her
way out of the lower half of her shell, but what this little girl lacks in size
she makes up for in tenacity. With a final shake of her tail, she gets down to
business marching right up to a startled brunette seacrafter whose expression
of fascination turns to one of shock. He grins widely and reaches down to
caress a tiny cheek, "No, Beyloth, I do not mind that you are
small.."
Briny
apparently completely missed Eliwys' berating of of poor Kentell, otherwise she
more than likely would have fainted away and measured her length upon the
sands. Thank Faranth for small favors. And she is left blinking at Bella's
words. Lovely to look at? "Lovely? They are covered in slimy egg-goo, look
all gangly, and have talons as long as my hand." Skeptical, this one.
Rhhomi
keeps on standing rock still, though her face is beginning to take on a pained
look of one whos legas are cramping terribly. "Just think," she
whispers to Bella, finally giving in and dropping one hand to massage her right
leg, "If they were human babies, they'd not be able to walk for... oooh,
months yet. This is definitely the better way to do things."
A mug of ale slammed too hard down on a
table effervesces to
overflowing. Spinnerweb fractures begin
to gather about the Bittersweet
Amber Ale egg's middle and then rush
toward the top, deepening the ivory
crest until shards *burst* away, and
Conflagrant Forest Brown Hatchling
has enough purchase to tip over the glass
and emerge from its
malt-soaked remnants.
---*** Conflagrant Forest Brown Hatchling ***---
A
drought-dry glen sparked aflame by soldiers' brutal march, this one is a
conflagration of color and shade from muzzle's edge to the very tip of this
brown hatchling's tail. The roiling chestnut and mahogany of his flanks and
chest lightens by degrees to incendiary amber, and this grows flecked with
insouciant moss green along his neck and back -- that stubborn dappling of
verdancy apparent only when a shift of his muscles brings glossy hide from
shadows to light. The rush of fire-leavened brown darkens as it crests his neck
until his headknobs and eyeridges are wreathed in smoky umber -- the final
length of his tail likewise claims that sooty hue, while his talons are ashen
white. But it's that vivid amber that blisters out across his wings, with only
darker russet around spars defining the bounds of ethereal ginger membrane.
Kentell
clentches and unclenches his now empty hands, breathing deeply. The deep red
hue of his face now fading into a dark pinkish red.
Nytasha's
expression screws up at the loud, insistant creeling until it fades away.
"well, do you think that dragon will make that sound much into
adulthood?" Apparently she's in the same boat as Briny, having missed what
was said for the most part. The display of the green takes her full attention
and thus she does not ask what happened.
A crack
and pop come from the Flour Power egg! Shudders and shimmies follow until the
little egg cracks and gives way to the gangly limbs of a little turquoise blue
hatchling. He trips and falls to his side as the shell gives way beneath him.
But it isn't long before he rights himself and dashes towards the candidates
trumpeting his freedom all the way. The laughter of a little black haired Weyr
girl draws his attention and he gambols over to her with answering bugles. She
giggles again, "Baeheth! you are so silly!"
Animal
Crackers Egg wiggles in its sandy nest, the tiniest cracks beginning to emerge
over the multi-hued shell like frost on a windowpane, internal stresses testing
the integrity of egg's surface.
An
echoing CRACK and a loud POP herald the end of the Enigmatic Mistress egg. It
falls in showers around the brilliant emerald green hatchling that stands in
its place. Lifting her delicate head she peers about her with a refined grace.
Tail lifted, wings flexed she makes her way delicately across the sands. It is
only the tiny white-blonde girl from the harper hall that meets with her
approval. She gives a melodious call, which is answered with a soft breathy,
"Cordialth! Of course, you are the beautiful green ever!"
Vasmar
squeezes Briny's hand, "they look cute--coated with slimy egg-goo! That
green most certainly. She even knows she's cute I think." He too watches
the green hatchling until another green hatches. "Oh! Now that looks like
a nice pair."
Conflagrant
Forest Brown Hatchling stands for a few long and pensive moments among the ruin
of the egg that's housed him these many months, and lids his eyes briefly
against the color and light assailing him from the sands. Strategizing only
takes him a short time, though, and soon he's rising clumsily to his feet, and
beginning to meander, experimentally, toward the candidates.
Never
to Return Egg inches to one side, the adjusted incline doing nothing to
maintain its relative stability. A small creaking sound is heard, but the egg
is motionless. After a few moments of this, the ovoid finally lolls to one side
and then the other, and then is still again.
Bella
glances around the sands as the number of candidates seem to be dropping
rapidly. A sympathetic look goes over to Kentell before she sighs and turns her
attention back to the fragment covered sands adn the young dragons stalking
around them. She backs out of the way quickly to let a hatchling go by without
herbeing in its way and continues her hot foot shuffle and reaches up and swipe
at her sweaty face.
The
Really Big Mug egg draws attention when it begins to spin wildly in the sands.
Every turn brings another line of cracks along its side until finally it slows
to a stop. It is quiet for a moment then a huge crack leaves an opening just
right for the soft umber hatchling inside to escape through. This stocky little
brown shakes himself off before beginning to trundle through the sands. Tail
firmly captured by the shell he drags behind him. No matter, his gaze is firmly
locked on a redheaded Weyr boy who is snickering at the spectacle. The boy
laughs, "Drazoth! It's stuck on your tail!"
El'ric
shakes his head at the actions of a particular candidate as he murmurs to one
of his collegues "I wouldn't want to be in his sandals after all
this."
Arabesque
Confectionary Green Hatchling catches a movement out of her eye, it's not as
graceful as she is, but it's intriguing. Slowly she begins to change the angle
of her movement, eyes that whirl with interest and curiosity, fixed in one
particular place.
Briny
manages a slight chuckle at Vasmar's words. Maybe some of those tense nerves
are freeing up? "You think?" Her gaze drifts over to the newly
impressed green, analyzing for cuteness. "Well, I suppose..." she
drawls slowly. One long breath, two, a third. All to calm her -or at least an
attempt to.
Kentell
notices Bella's sympathetic look from out of the corner of his eyes. Her look
seems to have helped some, and he turns his head slightly offering her a small
smile.
Rhhomi
blinks, a scared look passing over her face for a fraction of a second as Bella
backs away. Pausing for a moment till she's sure she's safe she turn and
smiles, in what she think is a reassuring fashion, to Bella.
Kentell
runs one hand over his hair and forces himself to relax. His gaze travels over
the sands, trying to take in everything at once.
Nytasha
nods her head. At the comment her fellow candidates made? Or something else?
She's watching the green progressing across the sands. "They move much
faster when you're down here with them. Much different than watching up in the
stands!"
Turbulent
Tidal Blue Hatchling did not expect such a lack of reactions to himself-- as
only the white robed beside him did jump, and only a few did even turn their
heads his way. With an impatient grunt, he hoists in a wash of waves and flow
of tide to his feet and begins a very lumbering gait through the wavery heat.
Trailing distinctly behind him is the track he creates, tail dragging to mar
any smooth surface possibly settled over time upon the hatching sands. And as
he lumbers, he breathes and feels the heat around him. He could certainly stay
here for hours if not for that pulling in his mind, the unconsciously searching
eyes. And then the blue-violet of his hide glints again, and he breathes out
quickly, sending the sand beneath his nares into a slight dust. The choices are
dwindling quickly, and by the hands of his own clutchsiblings. His gait is
increased, and he sniffs at various squealing candidate hands, swinging his
blue head about quickly.
Animal
Crackers Egg seems to swell slightly as more and more hairline cracks dance
over its surface, zig-zag lines creating distinct, puzzle-like patterns as the
covey shell's entirety. The size of the orb lessens, then swells again, as if
internal forces are gearing up for one big heave to rid itself of its pesky
prison.
Arabesque Confectionary Green Hatchling
makes her way past a line of
Candidates, her mind made and her
destination found. She stops before a
slender, redheaded boy -- barely missing
running into him, her wings
sweep to keep her balance. There's a
pause as she looks up into cobalt
eyes, her own shifting from the red whirl
of hunger to a rich purple of
undying love.
Vasmar
frees his hand from Briny's and wipes it against his robe before reaching for
her again. "How many are left?" He looks ready to dart out of the way
as the blue speeds along the line of candidates, "shards!" The first
look of concern fills his gaze.
Briny
draws fingers back through sweat-dampended hair, having managed to release
Nytasha's robe long enough to do so. Never mind the smudge-marks she more than
likely left behind on the younger girl's robe. Wait. Did someone in their line
just impress? A tug to Vasmar's robe, "Who got caught?"
Kentell
opens his mouth as if to say something to a candidate standing near him, but
his eyes widen and his words die in his mouth. Ken falls onto his knees, or
atlest he meant to..but falls onto his rear instead. One shaking hand is
extended and placed on the hatchlings head. "Avath? Avath? Your hungry!
Oh, don't worry we will get you food!"
Conflagrant
Forest Brown Hatchling approaches the white-robed ones circumspectedly, and
lids eyes hazed crimson with hunger once, twice. As yet unperturbed, he turns
his head to bray a question back toward dam and sire: what now?
Bella
nods to Kentell slowly before she glances up and down the line. Her gaze tries
to folow a certain green and a certain blue a the same time. She perks up and
Kentell's words and turns quickly with a grins "Congratulations Kentell.
She's beautiful." Watching the impression made, she whispers to those
nearest "And our numbers continue to dwindle."
Never
to Return Egg shudders slightly, kicking up a small cloud of sand. The movement
takes a big chunk of the sand pile away, leaving the egg free to roll around,
jump and start, shaking and rumbling, carrying on. Something bulges out of the
rounder end. That something inside is antsy to get out!
Rhhomi
looks along the line. "Ken? Congratulations!" She tries to get a
clear look at where the green went, though she cannot resist asking Bella,
"Did he cry? And puddles?"
Leyrith
swings her head up at the sound of that Forest brown and snorts back: find one!
Her tone seems to suggest.
El'ric
seeing the dainty green impress onto the red haired Kentell he strides into
action across the sands to the pair "K'tell is it?" he moves to take
a gentle hold of the lads arm and starts to move him off the sands "Bring
Avath this way and we'll get her fed."
K'tell
looks all around him, one hand gently resting on Avath's head. "Food,
food, food must get her food." he mutters strugleing to his feet. He gaze
breify rests on some of his fellow candidates before continueing to search for
someone to show him to the food! His gaze locks onto El'ric and he nods,
following the rider.
Nytasha
brushes her hand over the moist smear left on robe from Briny's hands and
clasps her hands together, "Congratulations K'tell! K'tell and
Avath!"
El'ric
disappears down the small tunnel.
K'tell
disappears down the small tunnel.
Briny
rises up to her tippy-toes, thong-sandaled tippy-toes at that. "Who?"
she wonders aloud, 'til Kentell and mate are spotted. "Did they just...
They did?" Oh my. The girl drops back down, flickering a glance to Nytasha
as it is confirmed. Those dragons are just picking off the humans like vtols.
Avath
disappears down the small tunnel.
Vasmar
laughs and claps heartily for K'tell and his lifemate, "very nice! Well
done! And no tears! Someone will be disapointed." He glances towards the
stands as though he might see someone up there and then laughs to himself,
nudging Briny lightly, "did you see that? He looks so happy!"
Turbulent
Tidal Blue Hatchling has found, in his perusing activities, a line of certain
squealing, frantic, sweating, dirty white things that actually attract his
attention. After his speed quickened, his mind quickened, his concentration
quickened, and his direction quickened. He seems to be taking a beeline
straight for this line of candidates. Sure of his aim? Perhaps. But as he
reaches this line and catches the Impression of a clutchsibling from the same
one, he snorts into the sand. Behind the line he slinks, then, searching for
something which attracts him here. Is it the males? Is it the females? Nose
goes from a snort to a sniff, and the rumps of the candidates are examined in a
desperate attempt to find what he's looking for.
Lucian
wipes his hands on his robe, nervousness and slight tension mixed with content
looks of congratulations for those who've impressed already in the line.
Spinnerwebs, already coating much of the
Animal Crackers Egg, deepen to
carve out hollows in the fragile shell.
The pink and white icing melds
together, no longer distinct as vaguely
imaged creatures, but instead
just a paler pink than before blur. With
an astonishing noise, the
jigsaw puzzle splinters, leaving behind a
Sun-ripened Peach Green
Hatchling in the shards. With a shake of
her head to dislodge the
remaining shell from her shoulder, she
contemplates her next pursuit in
life
---*** Sun-ripened Peach Green
Hatchling ***---
The
fine, delicate fabric of a Lady Holder's gown, like an un-ripened peach
awaiting spring's warmth, covers the hide of this green hatchling with a smooth,
velvet consistency that only serves to enhance her verdant coloration.
Sunlight's gentle caress is brought to flanks, a rosy blush highlighting
shoulders and haunches, while a hint of golden tincture defines each prominent
neckridge. Seasonal liqueurs of the sweetest berries trickle and melt in narrow
rivulets over her muzzle and creamy belly, dripping down her legs to where the
darkness of black cherries pools in her talons. A filigreed framework decorates
her pinions, stretching the splendor of iridescent wingsails that are
resplendent in the melded fruity hues of apricot and apple green.
True to
its name, the Soapy Suds egg seems to just suddenly POP like a bubble. Shards
flying everywhere to reveal a vibrant true green hatchling in the sands. She
takes a moment to peer about her surroundings before slowly getting to her
feet. She shakes her head to free it of the shards falling about her. She
begins to trundle around the sands seeming to find not a one of the candidates
acceptable. It seems hopeless until she pushes her way past the more confident
candidates up front to find the little brunette from weaver craft who only
wanted to go home. The light in the girl's eyes when she sees the green changes
everything. She wraps her arms around the green's neck and sighs, "No,
Euxith, I don't want to leave anymore..."
Lucian
watches quite unsure of what to think of the hatchlings wandering so
aimlesslyhands clutching his robe still with sickening feelings in him.
Rhhomi
smiles, beginning to swing one leg backwards and forwards as she watches.
"One green leaves, another appears." A pause. "And another. More
flying shell." her previous enthusiasm seems to be wearing off a little.
Bella ,
not at all sure if she is comfortable with a dragon stalking along behind her
where she can't keep her eyes on it, turns just a bit to watch the blue. She
shifts her feet once more, she hasn't stopped since she stepped onto the sands,
and dries off her face with the arm of her robe, which is drenched in sweat. As
more eggs snap, crackle, and pop, she tries looking everywhere at once. Though
she ducks as a bit of shell goes flying over her head.
Nytasha
points out a hand towards the blue, "looks like he might have found one?
Or he he still undecided do you think?"
Conflagrant
Forest Brown Hatchling begins to switch his attention back to the line of
candidates, but finds himself momentarily distracted by the faces in the
galleries. This was not part of the plan. He takes a hesitant step, and then
another, in that direction.
Briny
is prodded by Vasmar to once more look once more after
The-candidate-previously-known-as-Kentell, and gauge his happiness. Another one
of those, "I suppose," is offered, lips quirking into a somewhat
tense line. Her attention is a fickle thing, sliding over the figure of the
indigo-blue to make sure talons aren't aimed at her before moving on to watch
the gallery-watching brown.
Lucian
shifts about nervously still, feet burning on the hot sands. His eyes are
watching the blue mustering about around them
Sun-ripened
Peach Green Hatchling crunches through the remains of her egg, looking down at
the shards with the curiosity of one who has been shut up in the same boring
place for more sevendays than she cares to remember. Satisified that the shell
bits aren't doing anything interesting, she looks up, glancing about her new
surroundings as overlong wings shake off egg goo and clinging shell. Spotting
those fascinating white and pink lumps off in the distance, she starts towards
them with all the grace her somewhat plump, clumsy form can muster.
Amidst,the chaos of the Hatching, there's
no way to avoid being uncomfortable
- but as more unpleasant thoughts occur
something knocks them away.
Passion courses through you, a beat of
life that mingles with yours as a
spirit meshes to join you in perfect,
astounding harmony. Thicker than
the air, softer than the sands - and in
these whirling moments, you
place this new sensation: it radiates, it
blossoms with soft glimmer
underlying a harder tone. << Briny,
>> and you can feel it - even before
the words form, the sensation is evident
and amazing, the warmth of
powdered pepper carried on a softer,
cooler breeze as if swept from the
sea. Along this tangy wind comes a
craving , a hunger you realize to be
vicarious but somehow all your own - and
a name, too, one so familiar it
seems as if you've known it every day of
your life. << I am Belynth,
Briny. We have each other, now. >>}
Sandstone swirls amid the ebony: the
Never to Return Egg's battle to
free itself of its denizen. Images become
clear, then indistinct once
more as the war wages on. Crackles become
audible as the spinnerweb
lines deepen, the tenuous hold the egg
has on its shell decreasing until
flakes fall free. First there's the
pinion of a wing, then a foot
followed by a leg, as the Venerable Oaken
Brown Hatchling wins his
campaign!
---*** Venerable Oaken Brown Hatchling ***---
An
overwhelming impression of richness and color encompasses a majestic chamber of
burnished wood, its true nature revealed in the hide of this brown hatchling.
Flanks ripple with oil-polished oak that dominates the more subtle shades of
his shoulders, the patterns carved along his haunches lending an impression of
great age. Gilt softens the lines of muzzle and eyeridges fading into obscurity
amid the reddish-brown tints caressing each neckridge, the outline difficult to
discern as if made from a softer fabric. From throat to belly he is the dark
ecru of undyed wool, his razor-sharp talons a contrast in glistening ebony.
Brilliant hues dapple his near transparent wingsails, no particular image
discernible, but the illusion of stained glass is highlighted when they are
spread to catch the sunlight.
Conflagrant Forest Brown continues his
long march, his features
betraying a battle-weariness, his gait
losing its fortitude. A cautious,
whirling eye is turned toward the line of
candidates once more. Is the
campaign lost? Is the mission a failure?
The hatchling hasn't given up,
though; it's inspecting the line with
even more scrutiny than ever.
Then: A trumpet sounds! All of a sudden
there's no question of who he
will pick, because with sand spraying in
the air and the hatchling a
brown blur, the hatchling is at once at
the feet of a white-robed
figure, staring intently into gray eyes.}
Bella
squeaks as the brown turns back toward the candidates and start forward once
more with a trumpet. She seems to be dancing uncertainly from foot to foot as
if not knowing which way to dodge.
Sun-ripened
Peach Green Hatchling continues her path across the sands towards those human
blobs, her curious gaze riveted on the line or white-robed figures - so much so
that she stumbles across something in her path. Picking herself up, she peers
down at the pit she tumbled into, a shallow depression that was obviously the
resting place of one of her clutchmates at one time. She gazes at it with
interest, seeming quite willing to become absorbed but...but there's an urgency
building within her that has nothing and everything to do with the growling
emptiness in her belly. She straightens, her attention once again on that line
of candidates. Instinctively, she recognizes that amongst them she will find
what she needs to still all of her hungers.
Rhhomi
reaches out a hand to try to calm Bella. "Bella, it's alright. No maulings
Bella. No maulings. It's alright." She sounds almost as if she's talking
to a child.
Vasmar
perks up as the brown starts to head for--or in the direction of the stands,
"where do you think he's going? The stands? For real? HooHoo!" He can
hardly contain his excitement and turns to squint towards the stands again
himself, shading his eyes. That is...that is until the dragons begin finding
their candidates all around him.
Golden
brown flashes of light are thrown across the sands as the Sweet Sticky Syrup
egg flops back and forth. It's occupant's struggle sending sand and shards
everywhere as it finally bursts out into the open. The sunlit leaf green
hatchling left behind is a lovely little creature indeed! The soft trill of her
voice is a joy to behold. That is, until she spots the candidates. The lovely
tones bending in the most unpleasant way as she almost squeals with delight.
Rushing forward she immediately chooses a brunette from the beast craft as her
lifemate. The boy grins and kneels down to stroke her cheek, "Yes,
Leshireth, your voice is lovely"
Briny's
eyes open as wide as marks, wider, just as her mouth forms a perfect O.
"Who?... What?.... Belynth?" Her attention is drug most willingly to
that which has captured it. "Belynth?" The girl releases her hold on
Nytasha's robe and Vasmar's hand, gasping in astonishment, turning about to
find who said that to her. And her eyes lock on that blue. There is a
staggering step towards her Belynth before she falls to her knees, wrapping
arms about his neck.
Venerable
Oaken Brown Hatchling brushes a few stray bits of sand from his flanks, shaking
his wingsails for a few careful seconds to rid himself of the lingering
evidence of his recent home base. All at once, his headknob rises, tilting
backward slightly, eyes whirling then slowing to focus on the robed figures
beyond. Ah, they are lines up, gathered for him. With a nod to himself, his
dam, and his sire, the little brown begins the march toward the candidates.
L'cian
can't believe his eyes but his eyes show the absolute contentment of the moment
and experience before him as he drops to his knees hugging the amazingly
beautiful brown Zuoth before him.
Vasmar
gasps as Briny is torn from his hand--well, that's a bit dramatic. He lifts his
free hands and claps excitedly to Briny with a loud cheer! "Oh Briny!
That's fantastic!" He bounces and jumps up and down, unable to contain
himself, forgetting where he is for a moment: On the sands--not the stands.
"I
am so lucky to have you Zuoth!" A bright eyed L'cian exclaims rather
boldly!
Rhhomi
claps "Briny! Congratulations! and..." she pauses, trying her best to
look along the line. "Where'd the other brown go? Who got him?
Congratulations though!"
Zuoth
blinks eyes again as his L'cian exclaims, but brays again, this time more
insistent, as his eyes edge back toward hungry crimson.
Belynth
folds his tail beneath him, settling down into a squat to rub his blue-violet
hued muzzle against the legs of his Briny. He's quite content to stay here for
hours upon hours, the heat around, contact with his forever lifemate. The blue
lets forth a croon, this time, quite opposite the growl.
Nytasha
beams at Briny as the new weyrling moves towards her lifemate Belynth and then
at L'cian, giving each of them a loud "Congratulations!" She edges
closer to Vasmar: Strength in numbers!
Sun-ripened
Peach Green Hatchling looks a bit frustrated as she paces the line of
candidates, coming quite near to a few but never touching any. She seems unable
to find who she is looking for and a hint of the frantic colors her steps as
she stumbles in her haste, clumsily running back and forth as she searches for
a way to satiate her growing hunger for both sustenance and soulmate. Running
past one end of the line, she hesitates - did she see something?
Bella
blinks sweat from her eyes as Briny and L'cian are both claimed
"Congratualtiosn you two." With a smile for her fellow candi's as
they pamper their lifemates, Bella glances once more to the remaining eggs and
hatchlings stalking about.
Orilee
strides out to the edge of the sands from the chamber along the side of the
hatching sands, sweat shining upon her forehead as she scans the sands.
"Ah!" a finger moves towards Briny, then curling over in a 'follow
me' motion. "Briny! Briny and-- blue Belynth, was it? Come this way, we
need to get him fed and all that... And congratulations."
Venerable
Oaken Brown Hatchling is almost immediately upon the rows of candidates, his
gait slowing, attention tightly drawn to the potential hidden within their
midst. Suddenly, he dashes toward a strawberry blonde girl -- catching a young
Holder boy in his path by surprise, and by his claws. Oblivious to the injury,
the brown lifts his head once more and lefts out a frustrated bleat of a bugle.
No, not the one. Dis-missed. Healers rush in as the brown retreats, tending to
the bleeding, and nearly unconscious, victim of the hatchling's haste.
Briny
shivers slightly, more with complete bliss other than the sickly tenseness of
before. Fingers draw over Belynth's face, tracing his every line as if to make
this 'dream' more of a reality. A sniffle. No, she /won't/ cry. Nope... okay
maybe a little. Finally it takes a repeating of her name by Orilee to garner
her attention, and absently she is leading her new blue lifemate away.
Eliwys
wrinkles her nose. "Oh Faranth's butt" she says, pointing towards the
injured, and watching as the healers take care of her, wincing a little.
Rhhomi
sighs lightly. "Less and less, Bella. Less and Less..." But anything
further she was about to say disappears into nothing as the holder boy goes
down, her healer training surfacing no matter how hard she denies that it's
there. A small step is taken forwards before another candidate lays his hand on
her shoulder. "Leave him. You're here remember not there."
You
walk down the small tunnel.
Small
Chamber - Monaco Weyr
A
narrow but long chamber, with a large vat of oil on one end, and tubs of
freshly chopped meat scattered along the walls.
Contents:
Avath
Drasjoveth
K'tell
El'ric
Obvious
exits:
Hatching
Sands
Belynth
appears from the tunnel.
Orilee
appears from the tunnel.
Avath
gobbles down the food that is offered to her sending bits flying everywhere,
picky eater never! she starts to slow down as her intense hunger abates, her
frail wings twitch slightly as her mind floats airily over yours << whats
that >> is the quiet enquiry as her wing twitchs again << it
itches, please help me, please! >>
On the
Sands, Vasmar startles at the human scream and bugle mixing together, hair
rising up on the back of his neck and arms. He takes a step backwards and then
another, just to be safe, looking around behind him for any danger that might
have swarmed in while he was blissfully cheering for Briny and L'cian.
"Shards and Shells!" Yup, he goes pale at all the blood.
El'ric
passes Orille and the arrival of the new pair, giving a quick nod "Well
done Briny" as he scurries out onto the sands again.
El'ric
walks onto the Sands.
On the
Sands, Bella grumbles as the one of the holderbred go down under the brown. She
mutters "No maulings huh Rhhomi?" She glances along the few remaining
candidates and fans herself a bit to try and cool off. She only succeeds in
stirring the hot air.
Belynth
is not as reluctant as he could be to follow Briny away from the eyes and crowd
and people, though from the region of his stomach there's a loud burble. He
shakes his head against it, flickering attention around him and then back up to
Briny. Beloved Briny.
On the
Sands, Sun-ripened Peach Green Hatchling pauses her fretful search, the sand
squelching up between her stony talons as
she presses down low to the
relentless heat of her birthing place.
Something has apparently snagged
her attention, enrapturing her with its
simple presence. Whether it is
the fiery red of the girl's hair or
something deeper, the young green is
drawn towards the young woman who has
caught her interest. She quickly
crosses the remaining distance between
them to gaze up into stormy green
eyes with a soulful creel to bond with
her new lifemate.
On the
Sands, Rhhomi blinks, quietly offering. "Well at least it wasn't us."
On the
Sands, Venerable Oaken Brown Hatchling can't decide, but then this isn't a
simple decision like choosing a beverage with a meal, is it? He needs to find
that someone to complement him, to be his ally and confidant. This Trader girl
who ran away from demanding parents? This local weyrbrat with the short-shorn
dishwater hair? How about that stout lass with the fierce eyes? No. A pitiable
rumble echoes out from the brown's belly, but he ignores the hunger. Hunger
will be sated, once he picks the one!
On the
Sands, Leyrith snorts, released from her egg hiding as the last one has
hatched, and all that's left is shards of the shells. Hrmf. Head swings around,
and catches sight of Eliwys, who wiggles a finger, "Oh no you don't. You
stay right there!"
Orilee
quickly strides in behind the newly paired, across towards the vats of meat.
"First, Briny," she turns her head around towards both, "you
will need to feed him, because he hasn't eaten anything yet in his life, and
he's sharding hungry. You probably are too." A slight grin, perhaps of
nostalgia, crosses Lee's lips, "Though make positive he chews it all and
swallows before the next bite. When he gets itchy, bring him to the oil and
drench him. He's gonna need it."
On the
Sands, L'cian wonders loudly as he looks to zuoth, "We really need to get food.
Shards!"
K'tell
tries not to wince as bits of meat fly and stick to his robe. As Avath twitches
so does he, his eyes widening in panic. "Itch! Oil! El'ric said get the
oil, over there. Hold on Avath, I'll get the oil!" K'tell scrambles over
and grabs a jar of oil and paddle. Scrabling back over to Avath the boy almost
slips and falls several times before makeing it back over to his lifemate and
starts to slap oil on the itchy wing.
On the
Sands, Nytasha finds herself alone when Vasmar backpeddled away, 'hey! What are
you doing?" She reaches for his robe to draws him back in line, falling
back a step as she does so.
Briny
is hearing Orilee somewhere in the back of her mind, making vague little nods
of her head as one hand remains forever upon her new blue 'mate. Food. Itching?
What's that when you have this new something a part of you.... well, that is
until you actually get a sense of another tummy grumbling? "Food?"
she hazards, locating the vat after the fact. "Ohhhhhhh." Eureka.
On the
Sands, Vasmar finds himself snared by Nytasha. This being the only thing that
keeps him from just edging his way casually off the sands with the last of the
dragons milling around. He wrinkles up his nose and shoots a grin across to
Bella and Rhhomi as he shuffles back into the fire-line.
Dragon>
You sense Belynth echos the sea, a deep baritone rumbles in a peppering spice,
<< Are we going the right way? Are you sure the food is that way? It
smells more the other way. I am so hungry. I adore you. >>
On the
Sands, El'ric comes back out onto the sands in time to see L'cian dropping to
his knees with the brown hatchling, he strides over to the new pair taking an
arm "Follow me and we'll get the little one fed." pulling gently he
leads L'cian and Zuoth off teh sands.
On the
Sands, Bella stumbles back a step looking around in confusion briefly before
she turns her gaze onto the green staring at her. After a few seconds she grins
and reaches her hand out to the soft warm muzzle "Lyranth!" She nods
"Yes you are definately you alright." She kneels down to hug her
lifemate gently "Music? Maybe a bit later after we get you fed okay?
Definately food first on your long list of things to get done."
El'ric
appears from the tunnel.
On the
Sands, Venerable Oaken Brown Hatchling paces down the line of candidates,
critical eye gazing across each
white-clad form. None seem to pass his
inspection as he continues on, red tones
whirling within his eyes. At a
flash of ebony hair however, his head swivels
and he stumbles towards a
darkly tanned boy with pale green eyes.
Creeling sharply he straightens
a bit in front of the candidate, head
held high. Look lively boy!
On the
Sands, L'cian smiles, content that Zuoth will be taken care of and follows
El'ric off...
L'cian
appears from the tunnel.
On the
Sands, Rhhomi winces. "Bella watch out!" she closes her eyes,
completely missing the brown's impression, opening them slowly as Bella speaks
a name. "Oh Bella!" she pauses unsure of what to say, settling
finally on. "You'd better get her fed or something."
On the
Sands, Lyranth butts gently against Bella's leg as she caresses her muzzle,
seeming well-pleased with the affectionate touch as she continues gazing
upwards in adoration, though the red of hunger begins to join the mellower
blues and greens in her eyes.
On the
Sands, Vasmar's spine snaps upright for a moment as though he was visably
slapped *powie*! He reels back with widening eyes as he zeros in on the dragon
that has suddenly absorbed his whole world. His whole being vibrates with the
force of the impression and his weak legs faulter on him. It's lucky for him
that he's wanting to kneel down anyway and gather the dragon to him with
shaking arms, "Aye Idranth! Allies forever! Forever." His voice
quavers.
K'tell
gently, carfully he continues to slather Avath with the oil. Eyes slightly
unfocused he smiles and peers intently at her green hide, makeing sure every
last bit of a spot is oiled before moving onto another one, and takeing special
care with the little greens delicate wing sails.
Belynth
croons again, hobbling this way and that, his hunger and his love tugging at
both ends of the poor creature. Skin again glints in the light, his direction
led only by Briny. Another rumble in his stomach. He may just vaccuum any food
he comes into contact with.
Orilee
walks onto the Sands.
On the
Sands, Orilee glances around. "Okay! Who's still out here? Bella and--
Lyranth, wasn't it? I thought I heard the exclamation from in there," a
motion towards the small room. "Come here you two, congrats, get yourself
some food."
On the
Sands, Idranth rumbles, contented, at parade rest. At least for the moment. He
does continue to inspect his lifemate, and looks pleased at his choice. Pleased
indeed.
Briny
will find the vats, just give her a moment here. She puzzles over the voice in
her head, causing instant attention back to Belynth. "What's that? Ohhh,
absolutely. I'm sure they are-" *CLANG* She found the vats. Meat slops
inside, and the girl is blindly reaching in to pick out whatever touches her
fingers first. "How is this?" Meaty, bloody, dripping piece is
offered. Mmmmmm, bovine. Ordinarlly, she would shrink away from the stuff, but
that simply isn't an issue now.
On the
Sands, V'mar squeezes his arms tighter around the warm, slick brown hide and
then presses his face against the warm hide. NO one's going to see him bawling
like a kid.
On the
Sands, Bella chuckles and nods enthusiastically to her sweet green. "Of
coarse I do Lyranth. And most definately let's get you something to eat"
She gives her head a shake "No. You don't need to share with me
dear." She glances around as she hears some high pitched cheering and
congrats. She grins to everyone and stands to follow Orilee.
On the
Sands, Rhhomi waves as Bella leaves and is on her own now; standing at one end
of what once was a long line of candidates.
On the
Sands, Nytasha's fingers uncurl from Vasmar's robe as he moves forward to the
dragon and she smiles from him to Bella and Lyranth,
"Congratulations!" She calls, happy for her newly turned
weyrling-friends.
On the
Sands, Lyranth looks rather disappointed at not getting to share her musical
talent - but the thought of food seems to perk her up and she warbles happily,
turning towards Orilee but sticking like glue to her Bella, possibly causing
herself and the ex-candidate to fall, she's velcroed so tight to her side.
Hers.
Orilee
appears from the tunnel.
Bella
appears from the tunnel.
Lyranth
appears from the tunnel.
Bella
chuckles as she follow Orilee "You can sing all you want after you eat
Lyranth."
On the
Sands, V'mar lifts his face, "eh?" oh, he's quick on the uptake after
a few shuddering breaths, "Oh yes! We can get you that--somehow." He
looks around for some guidance, unable to get to his feet at the second despite
the heated sands. "We'll fill that stomach right now." He assures his
lifemate.
On the
Sands, As the din of the hatching begins to fade, and the last of the little
ones has found a match, T'gan draws a slow breath and steps forward to address
those candidates who remain behind. "I hate giving this speech," he
begins, and, awkwardly, runs a hand back through his hair. "I gave it once
already, and I hated it then, and I've been loathing it that much more from
looking forward to it this time. I want to thank all of you for agreeing to
stand for Coluth's and Leyrith's clutch, and I can't tell you how much I wish
there was a lifemate for each of you. The weyr's been a better place for your
having been here, and though I'm sure you must all be disappointed and a little
bit exhausted right now, I want to assure you that there's always a place for
you here. Take some time -- a few days, maybe -- and relax a little. For now
there's a meal prepared in the weyrhall, if any of you are hungry, and of
course, Eliwys and myself are *always* available if any of you need
anything."
On the
Sands, Idranth nudges his V'mar in the side, keen eyes informing him of the
direction of the helpers, who no doubt have food.
Zuoth
appears from the tunnel.
Belynth
squeaks loudly, turning towards the vats with a snarl. Bad vats. Don't hurt
his. The snarl turns into an open mouth, the open mouth is shoved muzzle-first
into food. Is he drinking it?
K'tell
settles into a sitting position on the floor, then starts to oil Avath's legs
and belly. The sound Briny's voice reaches him dimly, and with out stopping his
careful oiling look up and for the first time notices others in the barracks.
"Oh, Briny.." he murmers in a distracted manner. "You,
Impressed....Bella you to, and you Vasmar? All of you.." He blinks
owlishly. "What are they called?"
Lyranth
follows Bella with her waddling gait, made more so by her plumpness. Sight of
the tubs of meat have her crooning and almost dancing with delight at the
prospect of food!
Zuoth
reaches the little room, finally, and creeps up behind his lifemate while
eyeing the tubs of meet anxiously.
On the
Sands, Rhhomi nods slowly. "I think I'd like to get changed first Sir."
Her voice is remarkably calm for one so excited at the beginning.
On the
Sands, Eliwys nods in agreement with T'gan, "Indeed yes, we're always here
to chat to." She grins at Rhhomi, "I think I agree with that
sentiment wholeheartedly!"
L'cian
chuckles as he turns to his mate
On the
Sands, V'mar smiles at the nudge and pulls himself up with a force of will and
then laughs, "set and example? To whom?" he asks with a wide smile.
He rubs a hand over the dragon's muzzle, looking shocked and amazed as he moves
along in the direction the others went.
Orilee
wipes a hand across her brow, sweat dropping in beads. "Okay, Bella,
Lyranth, the food is over in the tubs on this side, and I'm sure you both are
hungry--" her hand is out in an obvious point towards the opposite side,
but her eyes are locked on Bella's to keep attention. "When she itches,
drench her in oil, which is over there," other arm points towards the
vats.
On the
Sands, T'gan's own smile resurfaces, though he's once again running a hand back
through his hair. "Sounds like a plan, Rhhomi."
On the
Sands, Rhhomi grins broadly at the weyrleaders, pausing long enough to offer a
quick "Thanks." before she turns and heads off back to the candidate
barracks to get out of her robe.
Briny
finds absolutely nothing wrong with a dragon gorging on entrails. Well, at
least she finds nothing wrong with Belynth doing such a thing. Give her a
seven-day, then she might try to introduce table-manners into his learning.
"That's a boy. There you go? Just a mite peckish, eh?" Will he /ever/
fill up?
On the
Sands, Rhhomi walks off upwards to the tunnel leading into the hatching grounds
complex.
On the
Sands, Nytasha politely smiles at the weyrleaders and moves off the sands with
the others.
On the
Sands, Nytasha walks off upwards to the tunnel leading into the hatching
grounds complex.
Avath
raises her wing and accepts the rubbing of the oil into her drying skin, she is
exuding a strange calm about her as she croons quietly << oh thank you
>> her voice floats with you << we'll make it okay, just the two us
>>
V'mar
appears from the tunnel.
Bella
nods to Orille, which only has haly her attention at the moment. "Food
tubs over there. Go it." Her smiles over to Lyranth and mutters "Oil
over there. Got that too." She reaches out to rest a hand on Lyranth's
shoulder "Well let's waddle on over and get you stuffed shall we?"
she grins and nods to Vasmar and the otehr "Her name is Lyranth."
Idranth
appears from the tunnel.
Orilee
raises her voice, "And don't let them gorge, make sure they chew, make
sure they swallow-- don't want thicktail or anything else nasty before they
fall asleep on their first day, do you? Be careful."
V'mar
laughs aloud at something Idranth tells him, "you and I?" He smiles
from ear to ear, "do you think so? You have plans for that already?"
Lyranth
seems quite agreeable with the whole stuffing business, and appears quite
comfortable with following Bella wherever she goes as well, though in doing so
she trips, her muzzle almost getting tangled with her lifemate's legs.
K'tell
blinks and smiles softly, he starts to oil Avath's other wing. His face full of
wonder. "So calm.." he wispers, gently rubbing the oil in. "Well
will do just that Avath, yes...we will."
Idranth
heads in a direct line to the nearest meat bucket, although he does keep pace
with his lifemate at his side.
Belynth
lets out as much a draconic burp as he can once his head is withdrawn from the
bucket. The burp splatters forth a spray of red particles, and he turns his
head upwards at Briny, pausing, focusing, tail whipping briefly against the
ground.
V'mar
mmms at his dragon and then nods his head with a huge smile as he stumbles in a
direction of the meat. Is it the boy leading the dragon or the dragon leading
the boy? It's difficult to tell. "Yeah...I can see that." He grabs
the bucket and sits down on the floor, offering out a strip of meat.
"Bella! This is Idranth!" The introduction to all the weyrlings.
On the
Sands, Eliwys grins, "Well, excuse me, I'm off to take a bath also, and
see to that poor lad. I'll be in the Weyrhall later for food" she adds,
picking up her skirts and walking off the sands.
Bella
stumbles a bit as she reaches out to steady her lifemate. "Careful
Lyranth. Tehre is plenty of food. No need to hurt yourself to get to it
dear." she smiles softly as she reaches out to choose a juicy morsel and
offers it to Lyranth "And when your belly is full you can serenade all of
us with your sweet voice."
On the
Sands, Eliwys walks off upwards to the tunnel leading into the hatching grounds
complex.
On the
Sands, Leyrith leaps off the hatching sands and rises into the air.
On the
Sands, T'gan nods after Eliwys, and reaches a hand for Coluth's side.
"Think I'll take him to the beach, and then, maybe, visit Selene. Night,
Eli." And then *they* go, too.
On the
Sands, T'gan walks off upwards to the tunnel leading into the hatching grounds
complex.
On the
Sands, Coluth leaps off the hatching sands and rises into the air.
Idranth
pauses to acknowledge the nearby hatchlings, if briefly, before beginning to
feed. His hunger is noticable, though. He has no more time to meet and greet
for the time being.
Briny
is so completely and utterly engrossed in Belynth at this moment that all of
the other weyrlings are but a slight nattering at the edge of her
consciousness. Burping on Belynth's behalf is accorded a blink, and then a
quirked glance, "Do you have more room? Is that enough? Are you sleepy?
Need anything?"
<Dragon>
You sense Belynth rumbles deep, a tang between a few disgusted quirks. <<
My back, my side, my leg, my everything itches. It itches. Was it the other
side, the other direction, that would cure me? >>
K'tell
glances over his shoulder at V'mar. "Vasmar, what are you called now?
Idranth?" Turns his gaze back to Avath, who he continues to oil, but he is
still listening.
Lyranth
wants to serenade everyone /now/ - and does so, although the beautiful notes
she thinks she is emitting sound more like a feline being strangled. Luckily
the sight of that juicy morsel breaks off her aria and she extends her neck
carefully, maw gaping daintily to delicately take the proffered meat from her
lifemate. Not gulping, she begins to efficiently but slowly chew the food with
obvious pleasure.
Belynth
is squirming in his position, the skin upon his shoulder and at the base of his
tail shuddering, a talon attempting to reach an arm to satisfy the feeling. At
Lyranth's notes, his attention on Briny is briefly broken-- and the blue bugles
loudly. And snorts. And glances back up towards Briny.
V'mar
fixes his full attention on feeding the dragon, mesmerized by the act of
'feeling' the budding bond between himself and the hatchling. His cheeks go
pink and he holds back a rather large piece, changing it for another small one.
"eh? Oh, I'm V'mar now-or so he says!" He makes a face at his
lifemate, "of course I was being careful! You.wellthat's not important.
But-hey, thanks for the compliment." He grins again.
Idranth
continues to eat, but occasionally he finds time to glance upwards to size up
his clutchsiblings. Lyranth gets a polite, lingering look. He doesn't seem to
judge her singing either way, anyway. Then it's back to the food.
Dragon>
You sense Belynth adds a coating of pepper. << *Lyranth* is too loud.
>>
Bella
chuckles a bit as her lifemate's voice is beautiful to her ears. What everyone
else thinks doesn't matter. She runs a hand gwently over Lyranth's neck as the
singing green chews. She gets another chunk of meet ready.
Briny
would normally boggle at such that comes through her mindlink with Belynth, but
it all makes perfect sense to her, "Itches? Oh deary me... I think they
might have..." Her gaze lifts as she locates where the oil is, directing
him towards it when all of a sudden... *ah-choo* Pepper. *sniffle*
"Lyranth?" She frowns, glancing up, finally taking note of her
surroundings and all of the others. Oh my. "Yeah, she is." Singing
while eating. Now /that/ is impressive.
K'tell
turns his head to grin at V'mar a little. "He's handsome, congrats
V'mar!" then he blinks and turns back to Avath. "Don't worry, I'll
get your tail to!" he says grinning and moves to oil that part of his
little green.
V'mar
rubs a chunk of meat off his lifemate's nose and offers a better slice of meat,
"Face? What face?" He's having quite a hard time paying attention to
much outside the 'bubble' he's sharing with his lifemate. K'tell gets a foggy
look and a wide smile, "Thank you! He's the best! Aren't you Idranth! And
handsome and strong and....curious. Yeah, people made faces to express
themselves." He nods once. That sounded good.
Lyranth
continues to chew carefully, only swallowing when she feels it's safe to do so
and looking up for the next piece, all traces of red faded from her whirling
orbs as she gazes at Bella with definite adoration. The other humans and
dragons don't impinge as yet as she is completely absorbed in two of her
favorite things.
Bella
chuckles "I love you too Lyranth." She glances down to the meet in
her hand and moves it closer to Lyranth's waiting muzzle "You eat first
Lyranth. Then i'll have a bit to eat afterwards. This is all for you
dear." She bubbles up a bit and means down to hug her plump lifemate.
V'mar
can't help himself, he's on the brink of another laugh but smothers it as he
removes the bucket of meat, "there will be more later when you get hungry
again." His hands automaticlly move to the underside of the wingsail of
his lifemate, "K'tell is my friend and Briny and Bella and L'cian and La'e
and...lots of people you'll meet later."
Lyranth
mulls over Bella's words as she carefully chews her next mouthful, but seems
perfectly happy to eat all of the food herself. Just because she /will/ share
doesn't mean she wants to, after all.
Orilee
is overseeing the feeding of the many Weyrling dragons in the room, though
obviously wonderfully happy about not having to pace back and forth between
searing sands and this room, anymore. "Don't let them gorge-- make sure
they chew-- oh, get your head out of-- ergh, mleh," a strong arm attempts
to push a Weyrling green dragonet head from behind one of the large tubs of
meat. "It's not back there--" The green's new lifemate comes, and
directs the green towards the food again. Orilee takes a deep breath.
"Thank you."
Elfarran
appears from the tunnel.
V'mar
shakes his head, "I'm not tired." He jumps to his feet gracefully,
"stay right there. I'll be back." He saw that oil! He all but pushes
his way through to get his, scratchign his side with his hand and then returns
to his lifemate to administer the slippery stuff. "This will help!"
Bella
smirks a bit as she readys another bit of meat. "Yes, we like meat
too." She glances down to the meat in her hand and then back to Lyranth.
With a shrug and takes a small bite from the juicy meat in her hand "See
there. we all like meat." She chews the meat slower than she normally
would as she holds the piece out to he lifemate.
Lyranth
croons happily now that Bella has joined her in her meal, and takes another
bite of meat herself after swallowing the one she's been masticating. She
nudges her lifemate's leg insistently, as if desiring her to have another one
as well, and begins munching with enthusiasm on her new mouthful. And then she
pauses, looking around as if just clueing into the fact that there are /others/
in this place with her and her lifemate. Wow.
Briny
was quietly sitting off to the side with Belynth, drawing oiled hands lovingly
over his hide as if she were is some sort of trance. Oh my, she is quite
enamored with this proud little blue. As he begins to settle a bit, head
resting on her shoulder, her gaze flickers over to the others, smiling with
amusement.
Bella
offers another bit of meat to Lyranth as she glacnes around, still chewing on
the meat she is obliged to share with Lyranth "They are our friends
Lyranth. V'mar, L'cian, Briny abnd K'tell are the ones like me. The ones like
you are their lifemates like you are my lifemate." She glances down to the
meat in her hand and tries to distract Lyranth by wiggling the juicy bit.
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Message:
12/22 Posted Author
Hatching
results Fri Dec
13 Eliwys
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Leyrith
and Coluth's hatching produced 16 greens, 8 blues, 5 browns and 4 bronzes!
Our new
PC Weyrlings are:
L'cian
(Lucian) and Brown Zuoth
V'mar
(Vasmar) and Brown Idranth
Briny
and Blue Belynth
Bella
and Green Lyranth
K'tell
(Kentell) and Green Avath
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Eliwys and
T'gan
Monaco's Weyrleaders
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