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Post by Nai-ru on Feb 27, 2008 18:28:48 GMT -5
Over the course of the last few weeks, Lykath had grown more and more despondent. She was still fiercely protective of her eggs, but she couldn't bring herself to move much, and she mostly lay on the Sands curled around her unborn children with her head resting on her forepaws.
Mine wasn't getting better. Just worse. She was only occasionally conscious, and didn't even have the energy to shout at C'rin anymore- when, that is, he actually appeared, which wasn't all that often.
The Masterhealer hadn't written back.
It was dawn when the first egg began to shake. One of eight. Lykath stared at it for a moment, trying to remember what she was supposed to do. It took a moment, but she managed to remind herself.
Candidates.... to the Sands, she said, voice flat but audible. The Hatching has begun.
Hatched: 5/8
Blue
Mist
Spring
Green
Yellow
Impressed: 2/8
Blue Leith to E'mos
Yellow Uglerionth to L'rin
Betweened: 0/8
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Post by Firewing on Feb 27, 2008 19:29:37 GMT -5
Dawn. A beautiful time of day. Especially for one who did not often sleep very much past a few hours do to the circumstances of her life before being at the Weyr.
Tilliara was awake, sitting on the rim of the Weyrbowl, watching as the Weyr seemed to sit in a blanket of velvety softness, silent, except for those very few people who were making their way about the Weyrbowl. The Weyr had yet to come out of slumber and progress towards full day. But she was up, and in comfortable, newer and not as tattered clothing as she had been wearing not so long ago. She took a deep breath, enjoying the serenity of it all.
But then, suddenly, unexpectedly, and a little bit.... dejected? A voice entered her head and she knew at once what it must mean. Indeed, the words said it all. Hatching time! Tilliara was seized by a burst of pure and clean adrenaline, excitement now fueling her. Calmness was out the window in the blink of an eye.
What did one do for a Hatching? She paniced as the thoughts didn't quite line up straight in her mind. Faranth! Not now!
Tilliara tried to be calm, tried to remember exactly what had been taught to them.
Robes! She needed her robe. In a very unlike herself act, she burst quickly and without watching, and ran clear down to the Candidates barracks, not paying any mind to anyone else. Anyone sleeping was dumb, anyone else awake was probably in just as much of a rush as she was.
She pulled the robe on quickly, and was out the door in just that spanse of time, leaving her snoozing firelizard to its own means.
She entered the Sand with more enthusiasm then she meant. The Queen didn't seem to be looking all that great right at the moment.... Her bonded was sick, she believed? She bowed as dignified as she could -which turned out to be rather awkward- and took to a spot on the Sands.
Eyes honed on the eggs, she watched, waiting. Hopefully one was for her. Who knew? Any dragon was a welcome change... She'd just have to wait and see.
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Post by Zen on Feb 28, 2008 0:40:36 GMT -5
Almost as if not wanting something to happen, or just not caring anymore, a voice entered Zenniel's mind. Zenniel blinked awake, she had wanted to sleep in today. But, of course, she wasn't going to sleep in. She had no hope of doing so now, now did she? Other than the sad voice that entered her mind, Xiri's humming and Cree's crooning alerted her that eggs were hatching. Eggs, oh, dragon eggs. Oh! Dragon eggs!
She hastily grabbed Xiri's small head in her hands (in which Xiri let out an indignant squawk), kissed it, then threw back her furs. Cree was buried under the furs, but managed to squirm free. Before reaching for her white robes, she kissed Cree on the top of his brown head, too. Cree's squawk was drowned by an incessant chirping that was now coming from Xiri. The two wanted Zenniel on the sands, now.
Throwing on her robes was one thing, but then she had to tie up the sandals, and make her living space at least somewhat representable. Instead of doing anything overly special, she just threw the furs over her pillow, a poor attempt at making things look nice. Oh well. Then, quickly, she stepped out of the barracks.
And into the light of day. Rukbat was just rising, and Zenniel had to sheild her eyes from the harsh glare of the rays of sunlight. Xiri and Cree, aparently not caring about the glaring light, circled around her head, hurrying her forward. No time to enjoy the sunlight today. Zenniel stuck her tongue out at her small lizard-like flying creatures, then hurried to the sands. Once there, she surveyed them. The eggs were ... well, hatching. The Queen in front of them looked sick, just like her rider, Zenniel surmised. Nevertheless, she awkwardly bowed (more of a curtsey than anything else), and grinned to the other candidate. Once she was close enough, she asked the other candidate, "So, I'm not late am I?" This was sarcasm, she knew she wasn't late. But she hadn't seen this candidate before. "Hey, I'm Zenniel. Good luck with the Hatching." She said, smiling good-naturedly.
Xiri and Cree, on the other hand, circled up to the rafters to hum and croon with the other fire-lizards.
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Post by Silver on Feb 28, 2008 12:35:43 GMT -5
Nata hadn't been asleep, oh no. She hadn't slept much in the last week, in fact, the prospect of the Hatching just too real, too exciting, in her mind. This morning, therefore, was no different. Lykath's call went out, that strange flat tone that wasn't nearly as exciting as the young woman had been expecting, but she shrugged off the notion nonetheless as she threw off her sleeping furs and padded to the trunk at the foot of her bed.
Robes first, yes, she tugged them out and slipped them on before diving right back into the trunk to retrieve her bag of ribbons, sifting through it carefully a while before finding the one that looked strangely like a yellow butterfly when she tied it into her hair. A parting gift from her father, for good luck.
Grinning to herself, she got to her feet and strode briskly out of her room, keeping her pace steady and fluid for a time, so that she could effectively tie the ribbon into her hair and make it look the way that it was supposed to. Once it was set, though, she broke out into a full-out run, careening across the Bowl, and she was quite fast.
Still grinning, panting only slightly with her cheeks just a tad bit flushed as she reached the entrance to the Hatching grounds, the young woman paused to smooth out her robes before striding forward, spreading her arms and bowing to the Queen before moving to take a place on the 'sands.
She beamed at everyone around her first, letting her eyes capture the stands, the eggs, the people, the dragons and the Queen, who admittedly didn't look so good, before she focused her attention on the eggs themselves, shifting her footing slightly on the hot sands.
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Sharding morning, sharding dragon, sharding people scuttering around....
Eremos was in quite a bad mood. He took it out on his robes a little, tugging them on with much more force than he needed, and the fact that he ripped the neck a little only pissed him off further, so that by the time he was striding across the bowl, he was grumbling irritably to himself. He brushed his hair from his eyes, and it fell right back into them. This was very annoying. The sun wasn't that bright yet, but his hair still acted sort of like makeshift sunglasses, protecting his eyes from the rays. But he didn't notice that, you see, because that was a positive thing, and he much preferred to think about negative things, so all he saw was the hair in front of his eyes. He was probably going to trip over something and hurt his pretty self...
However, he made it to the sands in one piece, so he set immediately to complaining even more. The sands were too hot, His sandals were uncomfortable and the robes were dumb looking and scratchy, Lykath was too big and too sad looking where she should be annoyingly happy or proud or broody and not boring, there weren't enough eggs because he assumed there must be more candidates than the ones who had arrived already, it was too loud even though the stands weren't filled and all the other people were far too cheerful.
Especially a bouncy girl who seemed to have skewred a butterfly with her hair. He found that to be a pleasant thought and settled with it, folding his arms and brooding quietly as he stared at the eggs. He pointedly ignored the large fair of firelizards that entered with the next girl, pursing his lips and narrowing his eye severely.
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In all honesty, Galiana wasn't quite sure how she'd made it to the sands... the morning had been quite a blur, and what with all her firelizards thoughts flooding into her brain at once, it was difficult, if not completely impossible, for her to determine which of said thoughts had actually been her own.
She did make it, though, and she did remember the robes, which was nice, she'd thought. She smiled as best she could as she strode towards the Queen, stifling a yawn long enough to bow before whirling around and letting it free as she shuffled to her place, wincing a bit as the movement sent the grains of sand into her sandals. That hurt, go figure, and she hopped a little bit in place, shaking her feet, which didn't serve any purpose other than to kick up some of the sand and cause even more of it to slip into the shoes.
She waved a hand irritably at her flitters, sending them to settle on the ledges above with indignant little chirrups and, rustling their wings, seven pairs of whirling eyes fixed upon her while she turned to face the eggs and regard them quietly.
((Rrg, crap. I's sorry -_-))
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Post by Jeni on Feb 28, 2008 15:35:14 GMT -5
Narina had been asleep as well, lying comfortably in her bed and sleeping soundly. Something she as quite good at. Subconsciously she heard Lykath's voice, but it took Aziza to really get the girl to realize what was going on. She had just rolled over when the Mist's call had gone out, trying to think about what it meant in her groggy, still half-asleep state. Aziza however, perked up immediately and began tugging on Narina's shirt in an effort to drag the girl out of bed.
For anyone that saw them at that moment, it would've been very funny. A small Green flitt trying to pull Her's out of bed. Not quite possible. But funny to see.
Finally, Narina realized that she had better hurry to the sands, and she slipped out of bed and went to go find her white candidate robe. Aziza was crooning with excitement as she zipped energetically around the room, waiting for Narina to hurry up and go already.
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying." Narina said to the Green, pulling the robe over her head and shoving her feet into her boots. Her own excitement began creeping into her system. She knew she probably shouldn't get so worked up about it. Excitement only led to a let down. And getting close to someone only ended in pain.
Narina made it to the sands before any of the eggs hatched, and she looked like she was right on time as she glanced around and saw other candidates coming in as well. Aziza flitted up to join the rest of the fire lizards and Narina went to go stand near the other girls, setting her gaze on the eggs, watching them as she waited for something to happen.
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Post by blacklight on Feb 28, 2008 18:57:11 GMT -5
Mine, the eggs hatch.
And?
We should go watch. Lykath and Hers are in no condition to help if something were to go wrong.
...and?
We go!
And with that, Mith curled his tail around his rider's ankle and jerked him until the man flailingly agreed to go. Although 'agree' may have been the wrong word choice there. Anyway, C'rin clambored up onto the Darkness and off they went, appearing in the Sands and taking up residency beside the Mist. C'rin hopped off and leaned against the dragon and grumbled. A lot. Lots of grumbling. He didn't want to be there. The last few weeks had been horrible and he'd done his best to stay away from the things that made his mood worse - namely Theo. Watching a bunch of eggs hatch wasn't going to improve his mood any.
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Kyretia jolted awake, breath catching in his throat. Was he hallucinating or did he just hear that the eggs were hatching? He'd thought they never would! Springing out of bed, Tender Heart and Baby Love swarmed around his head, making it near impossible for him to wriggle into his candidate robe. But he didn't yell at them, oh no. He just grinned and cooed, snuggling them before dashing out and into the Sands.
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Oh. Great. A hatching. Leorin sighed and slid out of bed, instantly groping for the robe he had kept next to his bed for weeks. He'd never let on, but he'd been hoping the eggs would hatch. Allowing himself that brief moment of thought, he quickly shut it off and went through the motions of getting ready. If he was a little late no one would mind. He didn't think (well, that's a given) that anyone expected much out of this clutch. Except for those who hoped they would 'save the Weyr' or some such nonsense. He sighed again and wandered his way into the Sands, going on autopilot and letting his mind go blank as he waited.
( Full of crap, but I had like, 5 minutes to write this. ;-; )
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Post by Nai-ru on Feb 28, 2008 22:35:06 GMT -5
As though determined to upstage the first egg to shake, the Queen egg exploded, sending fragments of shell flying like schrapnel. Before the dust could clear, a Blue rolled determinedly out of his own shell and leapt to his feet. He was nervous, clearly, prancing from one leg to another in anxiety. He looked from his mother to the Candidates and back again before scampering off toward the boys, running in an odd zigzag pattern as though trying to evade an invisible pursuit.
By this time, the little Queen had revealed herself. She shook vigorously, trying to get all of the sand off of her, and-
-she was a Mist. A bright Mist with gently swirling color. She looked around the room, and then trotted over to sit by Lykath's head. She made an odd noise in her throat, questioning. Lykath looked at her, but couldn't dreg up the energy to respond. The little Queen sat in silence, keeping vigil over her siblings.
The Hatching was not to be stopped.
Next to emerge was a Spring, who immediately dug into the sand like a fort and hid. She wasn't going to leave unless she had to! This place was crazy!
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Post by Firewing on Feb 29, 2008 1:19:28 GMT -5
Tilliara watched as more people trickled into the Hatching Sands with seeming mixed opinions of it in and of itself. The former Holdless girl watched carefully as the eggs seemed close to bursting. Her breath inadvertantly caught in her chest. She waited eagerly for the first shell to crack, wondering what might make its appearance first. She didn't want to make any guesses. She'd just have to see. Banishing all negative thoughts, she tried to quell the pit of nerves that was settling itself into her lower abdomen.
It was killing her though. She couldn't take much more of this suspense... And the fears, and hopes, and all of that crud were starting to catch up with her...
Trying yet again to brush them aside, she gasped when the Queen egg exploded, and the blue that had hatched. For the moment her eyes stayed honed on the blue dragon. She couldn't see the Queen anyway, and any dragon sitting out on the sands was as interesting to her.
And the blue was..... zigzagging, and nervous. Crazy? Dillusional? Who knew, but she watched it anyhow.
The Queen became visible. It was the same color as its mother... roughly, yes? Mist? Of course it was a Mist, just like Lykath, her mother. And she was beautiful. Bright. She was sitting with her now. Lykath did not seem to be doing very well... Hopefully her bonded would get better, and then she'd be feeling better.
Another hatched. A Spring, who promptly buried herself in the sands. She didn't seem all too keen on leaving the Sands at all right now.
There were no Impressions so far. That didn't help Tilliara's nerves at all. The dragons now on the Sands didn't seem too keen on making decisions and giving the Candidates some relief. They were all wonderful, beautiful dragonets. Hopefully they would soon start to Impress. Or she might explode from the nerves and excitement of it all.
"Come on... please," she muttered under her breath, shifting her weight from foot to foot in a bit of tensin.
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Post by Avi on Feb 29, 2008 7:36:29 GMT -5
((Post later. I started it yesterday, should be up today. ^^))
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Post by Jeni on Feb 29, 2008 14:31:55 GMT -5
Narina watched the eggs with guarded emotions. Of course, the excitement was starting to get to her a little bit, but she was determined to keep it down to a minimum. Better not to get your hopes up, then you won't be disappointed. To her, that was a much better strategy for life. Not that it was a good one..
Her attention landed on the Blue as his zigzag pattern became more erratic as he darted through the boys. What an interesting little creature. Then she saw the Mist emerge and watched her for a bit. She was quite pretty, looking much like Lykath, though she didn't to keen on impressing at the moment as she sat down and watched. She vaguely wondered if it was a protective instinct for her to make sure her siblings were alright and impressed.
Narina couldn't help a small chuckle as the Spring buried herself in the sand. She put a hand over her mouth, hiding her grin as she watched the small dragoness, wondering just when she would come out. It was a pretty funny site, definately something you didn't see every day.
Then again.... around this weyr....
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Post by Silver on Feb 29, 2008 19:49:49 GMT -5
Nata's eyes were darting so quickly between each of the eggs, unsure of which would hatch first, that eventually, they all turned into multi-colored blurs. The Queen exploded, she'd caught that, and actually flinched a bit when it seemed the egg shards would reach her and cause her harm, but before she could even see what it was, there was suddenly a little Blue running around... oh, the queen was a Mist, she saw, smiling at the little female before returning her attention to the energetic male.
Another egg broke and a little Spring emerged, but none of them had Impressed just yet. The young Queen just sat by her unhappy mother's head, the Blue was just... odd. And the Spring was... hiding?
She was torn between staring intently at the dragonets that had already hatched and watching the eggs to see what would emerge first, shifting her footing uneasily and settling for letting her eyes dart around wildly.
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Queen... not for him, he was a boy, so Eremos disregarded her. Blue... he was far too hyper to be Eremos's. Spring... was terrified of the world. That was great. She wouldn't be Impressing any time soon.
Sighing slightly, he shifted his footing atop the hot sands and let his eyes trail over the remaining eggs lazily. He was excited, yes, but shhh! No one needed to know that. No one could possibly know that, either, given how utterly bored and uninterested he looked. He was carefully watching the eggs as slowly as he possibly could, the complete opposite of Nata, who seemed as if she was going to explode from excitement.
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Despite her best attempts to keep them quiet and away, Galiana's firelizards had begun to bicker. As usual, Ravas, Rowan and Arias were the culprits, flaring their wings and squawking angrily at one another. Their actual voices weren't that loud, and probably wouldn't have bothered anyone unless a person managed to hover right next to the ledge, but their mind voices were quite loud. In fact they were all but screaming, and it was giving her quite a headache.
Asheya crooned soothingly and winged down to settle on her shoulder, stroking her cheek with her soft head and doing her best to quiet the others so that the girl could actually pay attention to what was going on. Three dragonets had hatched during all her mental commotion, and one of them was the queen. Of course, she'd missed the queen's hatching thanks to her firelizards... and they still weren't shutting up. Sharding brilliant.
At least she hadn't missed any Impressions...
((crap again -_- I am terribly sorry))
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Post by Avi on Mar 1, 2008 19:17:36 GMT -5
The sky was ominous in the morning, a terrifying pink and red scape with Rukbat burning its path. How was it that the rhyme went? Red sky in morning, sailors' take warning, red sky at night, sailors' delight. But there was also the thought that life was like sailing on the ocean, and tht it could mean they all should take warning. Shards, so many were dying, so many still sick, and the world seemed to be falling apart at the seams. No cure had been found, despite all of the healers' efforts. Feeling guilty that she was not bedridden and weak like others, Tanevi shivered. All it was was chance, nothing more. She hadn't heard recently from her own family, and was praying fervently they were alright.
The bloody sky was turning, becoming orange with many wisps of red and pink, violet clouds scattered throughout. The clouds were making the daily transition from purple to gold when the Mist's voice entered Tanevi's head. The voice of the dragon brought pain to the usually hardened lady's soul. It sounded weary, old, bland. It was crushing. Tanevi moodily put on her Candidate's robe, trodding slowly to the Sands. She was troubled by all that was going on, and lacked the excitement that should have been there.
She contemptuously frowned at those already at the Sands. They were so cheerful. Not all of them. She knew Eremos just had a bad attitude, but that other girl -Tilliara, was it?- seemed to be more serious. The others disgusted her. Even if she had come to know them, and liked them. Maybe it was that they were just trying to forget all troubles for the moment. She herself would not be keeping up a facade that could be ruined if a dragonette went between. The Candidate swerved towards those of her own gender, coldly standing apart with her arms crossed, ignoring them.
She turned her attention to the Queen. Lykath almost seemed gray, her hide not as bright. It could have just been Tanevi's imagination from the rather pessimistic and depressing mood she was in. (Angst would be the proper, single word to describe her mood.) The contrast between the mother and her eggs was startling, since the eggs were brightly hued with lovely patterns. It was a small clutch, but the Queen egg still stood proud. It didn't stand so much as quake, before spilling out its precious cargo. Tanevi looked on at the beautiful little Mist in surprise. Folklore had taught her to believe that the matriarchs of dragonkind always hatched near the end, and knowledge had told her that a Mist from a clutch so small and a flight so short was nearly impossible.
The Blue fit her expectations. She observed he was running in a strange pattern, but at least it was near the boys. An Impression would be a marvelous thing, and the Trader wanted to observe it herself. Experiencing it would be even more magnificent. They had learned in Candidacy that dragonettes' eyes turned rainbow in Impression, but that it never happened in their lifetime again. That was a sort of magic. Tanevi was pulled from her thoughts when the Spring hatched. She was a lovely looking creature, abut then Tanevi favored the muted pastel colors of the Spring and gentle colors of the Mist over the bright Blue.
Sighing, and waiting for Impressions, she just stared at the sand, reflecting on the troubles in the Weyr.
The sky had now turned blue, with the sun reflecting gold onto the clouds.
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Post by Nai-ru on Mar 2, 2008 13:18:23 GMT -5
E'MOS MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE~~~~!
Eremos' worst nightmares had, apparently, come true. The moment the Blue caught sight of him, his path changed and he charged straight for the one he had determined to be His. The poor innocent boy was tackled with great joy.
E'mosmine, do you not love your Leith? YOUR LEITH LOVES YOU! Feed your Leith? OH LOOK A LADY!
((Silver's characters seem to attract crazy dragons.
Although Psychopath still wins.))
Without much ado, a fourth egg Hatched, revealing a bright little Green, who trotted over to her Spring sister and proceeded to nudge her, apparently trying to convince her to get up and find Hers. Soon afterwards, a Yellow rolled ungracefully from his shell and went over to Leorin, by whose side he proceeded so sulk.
L'rinmine, this is unpleasant. Let us leave so that you can feed your Uglerionth.
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Post by Zen on Mar 2, 2008 15:15:26 GMT -5
Oh, wow. Zenniel had somehow spaced out. In that time, more candidates had arrived, and some eggs had hatched. A blue had Impressed to a boy, and the blue looked very... energetic. Then hatched a yellow, and it Impressed to another boy. The Mist (oh how pretty), the Spring (oh, another pretty), and the green (very bright...) were still left on the Sands. Zenniel looked at those three, then to the three eggs left unhatched. She wondered what would come of those eggs.
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Post by Silver on Mar 2, 2008 16:22:19 GMT -5
Eremos blinked, taking a subconscious step backwards when the Blue suddenly charged towards him. Well... maybe the dragonet had been speaking the wrong name? Surely he couldn't mean that he wanted... And then he was tackled to the ground, and the dragonet was speaking into his mind, so there really was no question... yup. The little Blue had chosen him. Wonderful.
"Leith...." He murmured once he'd regained his breath, reaching around to awkwardly pat the creature's head, and the dragonet crooned happily, wiggling his rear in excitement like a canine. E'mo sighed and pushed the creature off, pulling himself to his feet and dusting off his robes before stalking in the direction of the entrance, the little Blue toddling along beside him and rubbing against the side of his leg as if he were glued there, babbling all the while.
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Two had Impressed, then. Two out of eight. The odds didn't seem too good, Galiana mused, and she sighed somewhat. Asheya crooned, stroking the young woman's cheek with her head again, and Xanthe winged down to settle on her other shoulder, regarding the dragonets that had hatched. They were all female, the ones that remained, and he pointed this out to her, causing her to smile a bit and pat his head.
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Nata was bouncing. That's about it
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