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 Blame Your Fate!, SP: 15 {Sutiexth's First Hatching}
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 Posted: Sep 22 2016, 05:49 AM
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It was a peaceful early morning when Sutiexth felt the change. She had been guarding her eggs for some time and now that time was coming to an end. The little grey stood, nuzzling the eggs gently. The smallest was already rocking and the others were showing signs of waking. Yes, it was time. She moved over to the stands were her rider was sleeping and gave her a gentle nudge. It is time, she said gently.

Dolly yawned and blinked at her for a moment. Then she bolted upright, eyes wide. "Oh? Oh!" Her eyes darted to the eggs with one of them starting to shift impatiently. Feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension, Dolly jumped up and tried to straighten her hair and skirts. "They're hatching! They're really hatching! I mean, of course they are. You took such good care of them and all. Oh shards, they are hatching right?" she babbled breathlessly.

Suteixth watched her with an amused expression. Breath, my Dolphin. They are hatching, she confirmed calmly. All is well. She moved to circled the eggs again, touching each softly with her nose. Yes, it was time for her children to find their own bonds.

Come all who seek their fates, she called to the Candidates and Weyr at large. Come and meet my children.

Dolly moved over to stroke Sutiexth's neck. It always helped to calm her down. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous. It was only three eggs and her dragon had been a pretty good mother so far. Everything should be just fine. She couldn't forget her own first hatching though and kept her fingers crossed that nothing bad would happen to any of the babies or candidates. Since they had stopped having Touchings, it was hard to say how the little dragons would react.

In the little clutch, the smallest brown egg started to crack. A little hole appeared just big enough for a single eye to peek out at the Sands. It seemed to stop then, content to watch and observe for the moment. Waiting to see what the day would bring.

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((Got some spare time this morning pre-work, checked the site and saw Hatching things >.>)).

Kyzekeidon had long since tried to stop getting overexcited about Hatchings. He wasn't a particularly overexciteable boy to begin with, given who his mother and father were, but the long and short of all of it was basically the same. Candidate gets robes on, Candidate goes to Sands, Candidate thanks the Clutchmother, Candidate tries not to get murdered by angry or confused reptilian infants before they decide who they want to bond to.

Suteixth called them, and much to his surprise - he knew there would be some much more excited and hair-triggered than himself - he wasn't the last in the corridors, but one of the middle-pack. Hair and teeth brushed, he stepped out of the Barracks in his sandals and robes proper, to find Baihujinth on his ledge. Keukorimath lingered on his couch, humming, but hardly inclined to go until Io'tez sheparded the brood off to the Creche so that he - and Kira, if she wanted to - could join Z'dyn in the Stands.

The resonant humming from the Weyr as a whole sounded like a VTOL nest that had been kicked, but fortunately Jubilee was neither scared nor inclined to sit on his shoulder like she was prone to. The Stoat was content to linger in his bunk, enjoying the chance to sleep in.

Z'dyn didn't take his son to the Sands; Ky could handle it by himself, but the Ironrider was waiting in the ranks on the benches when he moved into the cavern proper. Baihujinth lingered on a claimed ledge, head craned down to observe, the old Iron's eyes whirling blue-green in amusement as he continued to hum.

"Suteixth," Ky greeted the Gray proper as he stopped quite well short, as to not get what he thought may be too terribly close to the nest and shaking eggs, "It is an honor and a privilege to Stand for your clutch. I am grateful for the opportunity."

Carefully chosen words, equally articulated, before he took up his place among the boys. Fingers laced behind his lower back, and he rocked back on his heels to try and stave off the burning sand from searing his feet. He could already feel the sweat roll down his spine, and he sighed.

Once more, into the breach.

Z'dyn growled low, the only greeting someone who acknowledged him received; his husband planted himself beside him, passing over a mug of klah, which received a bit more of a warm welcome. At least, the klah did. Io'tez had to put an arm around Zeke's shoulders, as far as he could manage, before tipping back the brim of his hat.

"How's our boy doin', love?"

Another half-growled grunt from half a face hidden by the edge of the mug, Z'dyn's eyes wearing the mantle of grogginess that accompanied a forced wakening. It appeared Baihujinth had won their morning war, this round.

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Kiveena was no stranger with disappointment with three different Hatchings that she stood for and stood for the entire Hatching with only a few passing looks from the Dragonets before they Impressed other mostly older Candidates. It was pretty early in the morning when Sutiexth’s Hatching began, Kiveena having just recently gotten up herself when the call came and she was pretty prepared for the Hatching quickly getting her robes and armour on and made sure that Shiff wouldn’t try to follow her. Of course Higat and Tigah could go to the Hatching Sands, just as long as they found a perch out of the way of any Dragons and Dragonets preferably above the stands, though she didn’t trust the paranoid pillie to do the same.

Heading out of the Candidate’s Barracks once again for a Hatching heading towards the Hatching Sands’ Candidate entrance only stopping with the other Candidates for any last minute instructions from the Candidatemaster. Once the fourteen turn old was on the sands she went up to the Grey Dragon mother of the clutch, stopping a hopefully safe and respectful distance from the clutch itself. “Thank you Grey Sutiexth for allowing me to stand for your wonderful clutch,” said Kiveena bowing as she said it trying to sound as respectful as possible before retreating back to where the other female Candidates were assembled.


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Of course the hatching had to be at dawn. Around the time he decided to sleep for a few hours (and then for a few more hours at dusk). Well this was what he signed up for (sort of), so he couldn't exactly complain. But the odd sleep schedule that he forced on himself so he wasn't favoring one group over the other, was starting to wear on him. But he wasn't hating it. Practically had a mug of klah attached to his hand at all times but it could be worse. He thought about moving the wher candidates to a day time schedule, but then again that wouldn't exactly be fair to flip them from their schedule, only to have them pulled back once they impress. Hard on them, and hard on the wheret. He supposed he'd bite the arrow bolt for them, until a nocturnal half was found.

Al'dr was almost tempted to grab a random handler and force them to sign up. But apparently that wasn't how that worked. Shardin' pricks.

The Candidates were woken, if they weren't already awake and ushered to the Sands. Al'dr was there, double checking to make sure they each had everything. Aka wear your Faranth-forsaken armor, and the silly robe and sandals. But how dangerous were three eggs? In all the time he spent here, he has never seen a small hatching go awry. But he would never utter that aloud for fear of... some unnatural force or some crap coming to prove him wrong.

"Good luck guys!" he told them as some entered.

Fortath brushed each of their mind with an encouraging feeling, hoping to help spark some "happy/calm thoughts".

So are these kinda like your nephews? Or something akin to that.
Uh. No, Mine we don't work that way, and Roiath and I aren't clutchsiblings.
You act like traditional siblings, Fortie.
Well he starts it!
Al'dr put a hand over his mouth to hide a bit of a smile.
Shut up.

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Da'on wasn't even going to show for this one, he just wanted to lounge for a bit with O'men and Bo. But since they were Roiath's sired, probably nightmares, it would be "nice" to make an appearance. Yet, he wasn't working. Roiath wanted him up with him, so he was sitting on one of the ledges with his Blue who was filled with all sorts of uncomfortable paternal feelings.

Though he complained and he sighed, he sat there at Roiath's keel running hands up and down his Blue's leg, and snout whenever Roiath craned his neck to ruffle His' hair.

Roiath reached out to Sutiexth and brushed her mind affectionately I wish you and the young ones, luck. I hope that finding Theirs goes smoothly.

Fortath ended up on the ledge beside Roiath, and booped his shoulder with more affection than he normally portrayed to him. Congrats and all that

The darker blue rumbled a pleased noise at him, Thank you.

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Serlie was both very very excited and very apprehensive. The closer the hatching got the more she almost didn't want to Stand for it. Her mum leaving has bothered her more than she let on, and now that Serlie was finally here she wanted her mom to see that too. But... that wasn't going to happen. She could either back out or go with it since this was what she wanted for forever.

The girl stiffened her bottom lip and got ready as soon as they were summoned. She stared down at her self in her armor and Candidate robes (coupled with her favorite hat) and smiled brightly. It was a small clutch, but that was okay! It didn't have to be big, she didn't have to impress today-- NONE of that stopped her from being excited, regardless of sad lingering feelings.

The weyrbrat turned Candidate was about to march onto the Sands when her hat was plucked from her head. She whirled around with furrowed brows, and up at the Candidatemaster who put it on his own head (since it kinda fit him better).

"No hats, kiddo."
"But-!"

Al'dr laughed some, "No buts! You know the rules. I'll keep it safe with me, and i'll give it back once this is all done."
Serlie scowled some, "promise?"
"Promise. If not you can demand a brand new one."

The girl giggled some before wrinkling her nose at him and flattened her hair with a hand. As soon as she saw Sutiexth and the eggs the smile was back onto her face. She waited her turn, and approached the Grey with her brightest smile. "Thank you for letting me Stand for your babies, i'm really happy to be here finally!" she grinned before backing off and taking her spot among the girls. She glanced at the Stands, hoping... for a sign that her mother would be standing there with Eldath. But they of course weren't there.

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 Posted: Sep 22 2016, 06:13 PM
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Qaelis saw his father circling the Bowl. The Weyrbrats were being herded through the center, Q'sis jogged near the walls, but did not stop for dragons. Not that Qaelis saw. So there would be no breaking from the many-legged, squirming Weyrbrat formation, even if he was taller and more gathered of appearance than some of the Candidates in the pit.

He leveraged his height against the other kids, worked his way to the front of the pack after they had been corraled in a designated wing of the Stands. He pressed up against the stone wall, fingertips rasping over the top for purchase. Then he took the length of sack cloth that had been lying over his shoulder and held it up between spread arms. Painted across the klah-colored fabric in bright blue pigment was the name SERLIE, surrounded by some stars and whersport figures.

The children behind him buffeted him against the rock, but it was more his leaning toward the red-hot beacon of dragon eggs and gold that saw him nearly tipping over the wall.

Q'sis did come in, saw this, and the crechemother who scurried over to grab the back of the boy's trousers and right him. The tanrider sniffed, crossing his arms and finding a corner of the entryway wall to lean against rather than a proper seat. It afforded him shade, and a proximity to the breezy outdoor air, and in such comfort he watched the smallest egg. Already confirmed to not be a dead runt, that was something.

Dark eyes flitted to a brief account of the Stands, lingering on the brownrider attending Z'dyn's muscled shoulder, then swept back to Dalibor's newest editions.

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 Posted: Sep 22 2016, 06:59 PM
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A new dawn was just beginning to break over the cusp of rising stone and falling shadows. They grew long with grasping fingers; dark and looming over the Weyrbowl. Despite this however, life was breaking through the moments of frigidity. Light danced along the edges of the caverns to threaten the inside quiet with joyous daybreak. More than that, there was a promise of something breathtaking on the wind. A hatching hum had begun to slowly reverberate through the rock hive, and a grey queen -at least for this day- called out to the hopefuls and curious to witness the mystery of birth and beginnings. It jolted two candidates awake almost immediately, further pronounced by the insistent calls of Candidatemasters, assistants, and fellows alike. The Weyr was alive with the impatient and bated breath of those who had been searched.

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Amarylia threw on her robe with an apparent calm. A longing look was given toward the bed where her old roommate used to sleep, and she wondered if her friend would be there to watch this time. Would she turn away from this life of standing-in-wait to join the ranks of the riders? A red banner flew behind her as she made her way quickly to the sands with the other girls. Every nerve in her body had begun to buzz along with the humming of dragons and firelizards alike.

She felt alive! This was the second time Amarylia had experienced a hatching with her feet on the too-hot sands (this time making certain the sandals were on securely so that they wouldn't be stolen again) and she swallowed hard. "Thank you. I hope your babies see a beautiful sunrise to start their life. What a way to be born!" Ryli knew in her heart that she wanted this more with each passing day and ebbing night, but in the end the decision was not hers. It was that of fate.

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Meitheal tossed out of bed with less wakefulness to blink bleary eyes at the world with an exasperated groan. Must the hatching happen this early?! The usually passive boy buried his head back beneath the comforting nest of pillows and blankets that had been wrapped around his body like a cocoon. It was a stronghold of safety and warmth that the candidate was loathe to pull apart, but he knew also that his duty had led him to this point. This would be the first hatching that Meitheal stood for, and like with his family, he had no idea what would be waiting for him the moment his feet crossed the sands.

His brothers and sister had so far been liked by the dragons and whers of Dalibor, at least enough to impress their own, or be searched as he had. He arrived with the others and bowed graciously to the grey female who watched over her clutch with a mother's love. "A beautiful dawn for your children," was his gentle comment as he turned a surveying eye to those beginning to hatch. Even the smallest -he noted with a bit of surprise- had begun to quake and chip. What would happen this time around? Only time knew.

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There was someone who certainly was up at this hour, dark head of hair poised bent over a bracelet that the girl wove in and out of pieces of leather. It was something she had learned turns ago from her caravan's elders. With the remains of those memories scattered to the four directions, and her heart holding tight to anything left for her to grasp, Aesidhe clung to anything that reminded her of her home. There had been more than one time in which the trader tried to remind herself that 'home' was merely a concept. It was the people she missed, as well as the traveling and fluid purpose.

Beside her leg a yellow form turned his head up to hiss a warning before suddenly erupting into excited chirps and hums. Even Guardian's normal 'attitude' had been left behind in the joy of young minds journeying from their shells to the world beyond. What good this would do for his human too! The trader had no clue what made her heed the firelizard's call and go, but the wind certainly had plans, for it tugged her towards the hatching cavern and its stands.
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The second hatching he would be standing for was only three eggs, half the size of the already tiny clutch Keth had laid. Most people would consider this one less of a priority than the gold's measly few. That wasn't the case when it came to Rhasa. She may have been a queen, but Keth meant nothing to him personally. These were Sutiexth's eggs. Sutiexth was the one who searched her as well ad Dolphin's dragon. Dolly was... something... to him. She was his first friend at the Weyr, but she was more than that. He didn't know exactly what 'more' entailed, but she was... more.

It was easier for him to get ready for this hatching than his first. He was pretty sure that had nothing to do with the experience of the previous hatching enabling him to get ready and on the sands sooner. Those knots in his stomach and unsure feelings that had prevailed for first hatching were lessened. Rhasa still wasn't sure about impressing a dragon, but Dolphin made it easier.

Upon entering the sands, he grinned and bowed to the clutchmother. "Congratulations, Sutiexth. The eggs look wonderful - I can't wait to meet your children." He looked over at Dolphin and allowed his smile to widen a little. He opened his mouth to say something, only for the first eggs to begin to shake and crack. "Shards," he murmured before hurrying over to join the other candidates. Hopefully there wouldn't be an issue with swearing a little at the hatching.




Surprisingly, Rhasa had been one of the first candidates to reach the sands. 'More' indeed. What followed him and the few other early comers was a veritable rush of candidates. Two of them made something of a scene. The first one, a young boy named Trader, nearly tripped over his own feet as he reached the edge of the sands. He let out a surprised squeak and began to pitch forward, only to be saved a faceful of sand by another candidate grabbing the back of his robe.

Ravlen grunted and pulled her unexpected catch upright. Her clumsy fellow staggered until he caught his balance. Once his feet were steady, he aimed a smile at his rescuer and opened his mouth to thank her. The disapproving look that crossed her face cut him off. "Don't run," she said. "Falling fast-first on the sands will make you look like a moron." With that, she walked off to join the other female candidates, a small smile on her lips. That was helpful, yes? Yes. She was a very helpful person.

Every moment spent standing for eggs was precious, but Trader allowed one of those moments to be spent staring at Ravlen with a gobsmacked expression. That was followed by him sighing, shaking his head, and taking his place on the sands. He wasn't going to let her get his mood down!

As for the third candidate? Well, the third candidate's mood had already been thoroughly crushed. It had been a while since her most recent, and one of her biggest, losses. She knew it was stupid for her to still be moping right now. It wasn't intentional. There was a forced smile on her face, even if it was a broken echo of the one she'd worn to her first hatching, and she tried her best to ward off any unpleasant thoughts. It was just hard to be enthusiastic for this hatching. Three eggs? She'd already been rejected at so many clutches, what were the chances that she'd impress at this tiny one?

Trying to ignore negative thoughts didn't make them not exist. Pretending there wasn't an extra empty seat in the stands didn't make it filled. Still, she would try. If a fake smile was all she could muster, she would keep it in place until it became real again.
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Suteixth's call set off a minor whirlwind inside the Candidate's Barracks on the girls' side. Maven, fifteen turns old as of that summer, literally lept out of bed and rushed about at top speed getting everything together - armor, robes, sandals, ect. - and possibly annoying her roomie Silkie something fierce in the process with her excited chattering. The babies! The babies were here at last! Was one of them hers, or her brother's? One way to find out.

Once she was dressed, she ordered her flitter to watch Purrsy for her, not wanting the half-wild Western feline to somehow escape her dormroom and start wandering the premises unattended and munching on someone's unsuspecting pet. That would be bad, if for no other reason than Maevan hated to be shown how she screwed something up with her actions.

The teen pounced on her twin brother the moment she spotted him coming out of the boys' side of the building. "Davintein!" she greeted him happily, as if she hadn't seen him the night before. "Think we'll get a dragon today?"

The teen returned her greeting in a more reserved manner. "The odds aren't looking very good this time, sis," he answered her honestly. "Only the three, and at least one of them might be a dud." It was a realistic appraisal of their odds of becoming riders today. "But who knows? Maybe two of them will want us both. Or maybe just one of us will become a rider today." That too, was more than likely to happen. It was a path he tried to prepare his sister for, if the fates decided that it was time for them to live some of their lives separated, as they never had been since their birth.

That subdued Maevan for a moment, before she brightened again. "We'll find a way if that happens, Davi. IF it ever happens." To say Maevan didn't like to confront negative things more than she had to was a bit of an understatement.

The twins entered the Hatching Grounds with the rest of their classmates, gave the requisite bows and greetings to the Gray clutchmother, and moved to their respective sides of the Candidate group. And waited for the first hatchlings to emerge.

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Lerian had been with her father G'len they arrived at their seats, the ones reserved for the Leadership and whomever they choose as their guests. As they sat down, the nine turn-old scanned the faces of the folks coming into the Grounds, looking for the face of one of her friends. Finding her among the other Weyrbrats, Ler wove her way over to where Savanna was at, and touched her arm to get her attention.

"Hey," she greeted the slightly younger girl. "Wanna come sit next to me and Dad? You'd get a much better view of the hatchlings over there than here. And there's a couple of rolls Dad brought down for us to eat since we didn't get our breakfast yet." As much as she wanted to keep close to her father, the young girl still wanted the company of her agemates at important events like this.

"Sound good?"

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Silkie eyed her roommate with a sharp glare. How anyone could be that cheerful all the time was beyond her. Did the girl live off rainbows or something? Someday she was going to get the harshness of reality shoved in her face and Silkie just wished she could be there to see it. Taking a deep breath, Silkie sighed. She didn't hate Maevan. Not really. She just didn't understand her. Part of her even wished she could be so possitive. But she had seen more of life in her few turns than she ever cared to speak about. And it had taught her among other things, to never trust someone who smiled that much.

Still, getting ready was important. Silkie collected her own robes and armor. She wasn't sure why she needed armor. She did not plan on letting baby dragons attack her, thank you very much. Still she was the one who had complained about how dangerous this was so she aught to take every precaution. Though she doubted any baby dragons associated with Dolly's dragon could be that violent. There was another girl who smiled too much. What was with this place?

Once she was ready, Silkie made her way to the Sands. She spotting Rhasa and gave him a smile and a wave. She would have liked to stand with him, but she had to stand with the girls. That was just stupid in her mind, but rules were rules even if they were pointless. She gave a little bow to Sutiexth as well, as she had been taught. At least the grey dragon was small and not at all scary like the big queens. Though she knew the dragon could still do some damage if she wanted. Walking stiffly from hidden nerves, Silkie moved to stand by Maeven. If nothing else, at least it was nice to stand next to someone she sort of knew.

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All the eggs were rocking now, but only the smallest with any kind of force. The eye that had watched the candidates enter had vanished as the cracks grew on the shell. The egg rolled around a few times and then with a "pop" it split into two neat halves. Out rolled a lanky, brownish black dragon. The little black blinked at the ceiling for a moment before rolling over on his legs. He sat on his hind legs for a long moment, simply looking at the gaggle of candidates. While his body was unmoving, his eyes darted about to each figure with alert curiousity.

Then suddenly he was moving, darting over to the girls with rapid strides. He curled around Kiveena sniffing at her sandals and robe. Then seeming to dismiss her, he jumped at Serlie stopping just short of her face. After taking a moment to poke his nose at her hair, he snorted and turned away. Next went to Maeven, circling her three times while sniffing everything from her legs to her hands to her ears. He seemed completely fascinated with her, but then just as suddenly seemed to get bored. He sat back again, regarding the group as a whole with an intelligent eye.

The larger of the two remaining eggs rocked violently, smashing into the other and causing it to crack. The smaller egg rolled away, leaving a few chips but showing no further signs of hatching yet. The larger egg continued to rock as if the young dragon inside was fighting to be free.
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T'vis settled into the stands with a heavy scowl fixed into his features. It was pointless for him to be here, really in the scheme of things it was pointless for any of them to be here. Why Impress and train, go through all the trouble of learning how to do everything right if it only took one second for things to go terribly wrong and end it all? Tears stung in his eyes - shards it had been a full two seasons since he'd lost his friend. Friend, was that really all the other boy had been to him? There was no finding out now how things would have played out. Reith's calming presence wrapped around his rider's troubled mind to draw T'vis back from actually crying. The scowl softened some as he watched hopeful Candidates file onto the Sands. You were not so hopeful when I found you.

I didn't want a dragon.

Yet you are better now for having one. They too will all be better when they find the Bond.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, seeing his chest rise and fall deeply as Reith continued to send calming feelings through His. The lines between man and dragon were blurry at best when it came to the pair and now it worked in T'vis' favor. Pulling him back from the edge he was teetering on so he could function, more or less. It stung when he saw the first egg hatch fully and a black make his way across the sands. It is hard but it will pass. As the black moved from one to the other Reith crooned in the back of T'vis' mind, A picky sort, looking for who will benefit most from the Bond no doubt. The corner of T'vis' mouth twitched upwards for a split second when Reith added softly, Or looking for one that isn't a wherrychick.

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What do you think will hatch? Ivy peered down at the eggs on the sand. There were only three so she imagined things would go by quickly but in the meantime she was having fun trying to guess what each shell was hiding. I'll bet there's a pink in there.

Most likely they will all be dragons. Mysquith quipped with a feeling of amusement billowing through their bond. Chuckling softly Ivy rolled her eyes and glanced over her shoulder back to where the cyan was perched to watch. Shoulders shimmied briefly as if the dragon was joining Hers in giggling before the movement on the Sands drew both of their attentions back down. An egg had split in two and from it a brown hatched, or was it a brown? Closer inspection was required and squinting revealed it was a black who was tinged just slightly brown. He ran from one girl to the next without making an obvious choice. Another egg was close to hatching and the redhead's eyes followed its movements rather than that of the dragonet on the Sands. It was fun to see who they paired with of course, but even more fun to try and figure out what dragons would hatch from which eggs. What about that one?

Gold.

It's not fun if you don't take it seriously.

Leaning towards whichever person happened to be closest to her left Ivy whispered, "What do you think the next dragon will be? I'll bet there's a cyan in one of those eggs."

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When she had looked back to scan the Stands what she saw there made her clap hands over her mouth, to hide a squealed giggle. No sound escaped, but for some reason she didn't know... her eyes welled up some as well. She didn't have her mother here to watch, but she had Qaelis, and that was enough for her. Serlie didn't miss him almost topple over, but she saw that he was safe and if he happened to look back her way, she would wave at him. That would be the only big movement she would make for now.

So the girl turned back to face the eggs, feeling better. She may not impress here, but she had someone watching her back. There see? She could act grown up too.

Serlie gasped a little bit when the smallest egg hatched into a brown tinged... black! Ooooh it was all so different when she was down here with the eggs, with her feet cooking on the Sands. If she wanted to, she could walk forward and touch him. But that was against the rules so she wouldn't... but she could. Oooh he was fast! She remembered noting as he darted towards one of the girls, and then. Serlie backed up a step when he bounded for her. She did close her eyes, but when he didn't topple her over she peeked at the baby who leaned up to sniff at her hair. Her fingers clutched her robes, she wanted to pet him, and wrap her arms around him... but she couldn't and she knew that. So she giggled quietly when he darted off again, not Hers, oh well! He was cute though! Deep green eyes followed the black as he made his way to another before sitting down to watch them all. Aww he was cute.

Its been too long since she touched a hatchling, she didn't remember when Eldath was little... he was just always there and ever growing, always so much bigger than she. One day, she will have someone like Eldath too. Someone there for the rest of her life, who would never leave her. That may not be today, or next hatching. But it will happen and Serlie will wait as long as it takes. This has always been her dream.

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Savanna was of course ushered in with the rest of the weyrbrats to watch, probably because a few put up enough of a fuss so they all had to go. She didn't completely mind, but she was now separated from her pets until the hatching was over. Oh well, she'd visit the lake later, maybe even spy one of those big fish. Probably not, all the pillies, especially hers, were very effective at keeping their home safe.

She was following behind one boy who brought a sign, before she was suddenly crowded by eager classmates, and that was when she backed out of there with a very unhappy face. The dragons were cute... yes but she'd seen hatchings. This one was no different, especially since it was so small.

The weyrbrat sucked in a breath when her arm was touched, she whirled around to see who it was and her expression softened some. Or at least softened into a not so angry expression. "Um..." was her initial answer and she looked to one of the crechemothers who took a look at Lerian and nodded some. In a way she was hoping the answer would be no, so she didn't have to go anywhere else... but Lerian was nice so.. it wouldn't hurt. "You sure your dad won't care?" she asked as she moved to follow the older girl.

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Sutiexth crooned in response to Roiath, pleased he had come to see his children hatch. Thank you. I too wish all will go well and the little ones embrace their fates with joy.

Sutiexth regarded each candidate who entered with a polite nod of her head. She was a kind dragon, but not the most open to speaking with people beyond Dolly. She watched each of them in turn, accepting their kind words and welcoming them to Stand for her clutch. Each had an equal chance of finding their fated one today. One candidate in particular did stand out however, mostly for how close he was to Dolly. Sutiexth regarded Rhasa with a soft expression and offered him a few words of encouragement. Thank you. I am glad you have come.

Next to her, Dolly waved at Rhasa and Silkie, beaming. She really hoped Rhasa would Impress one of Sutiexth's children, but she knew she couldn't control that. Either way, she was just really glad he was here. It was a big day for her dragon. "Good luck!" she whispered hopefully.

The black seemed to finish his comtemplation and grow bored of the group of girls. He bounded back towards the other two eggs. The smaller of the remaining two had rolled fairly close and he tapped it impatiently. When it didn't seem to respond, he tsked and tapped it again even louder. Finally the egg split and a bulky blue dragon rolled out on his back. He looked up at his brother with an annoyed expression and huffed at him before righting himself.

The black shifted with nervous energy while his brother regarded him. The two seemed to be having some kind of discussion which resulted in the blue giving the black a gently shove back towards the waiting candidates. Snorting, the black trotted back towards the humans, this time making his way to the boys.

He seemed to know what he wanted now, however, because he weedled his way around several of them before moving to eye Davintein extremely closely. After a moments careful consideration, his eyes swirled with pleased rainbows. Yes, yes, my dear D'tein. You are the one! I was a little thrown by the female that matched you so well, but you can not hide from my superior observations! Come! We have much to see and much to discover! He started walking off with quick, eager strides only stopping a short way away to see if D'tein was following. Oh, I am Estivath, by the way. Come, my dear D'tein! The future awaits!


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While quiet and observant most of the time, Estivath can get very excitable and talkative when he believes he’s made an important discovery. He’ll explain it all in great detail to anyone who will listen, usually his bonded first. He is quite smart for a dragon and even has a fairly good memory. Unfortunately he tends to fill his memory with any number of seemingly random or useless facts and forgets a lot of common, everyday knowledge that he doesn’t find important. Like he might remember whether it rained four days ago, but forget if he had breakfast that morning. Despite this, he will try his best to put together an answer for everything. Nothing bothers him more than finding something he can not solve or explain in a logical manner.

Estivath finds a kindred spirit in D’tein. He longs to solve many of the world’s mysteries with his bonded by his side. As such, he looks on D’tein as an equal and will often accept a difference of opinion from him that he might ignore from someone else. Estivath is confident that D’tein is simply the smartest, best human around and is not afraid to remind his bonded of this fact whenever he is feeling down. Together they may end up getting into a lot of trouble if they aren’t careful, but Estivath will stick by D’tein through thick and thin.

In appearance, Estivath is a long, lanky dragon. His neck, tail, legs and even his claws are all long and thin, though not necessarily lacking in muscle. It gives him an almost snake like appearance and helps him to squirm into places that sometimes seem too small for a dragon his size to fit. His wings are also narrow and very pointed. He will grow to be very agile and fast in the air, though he make lack the endurance of larger dragons. His color is a deep, dark black-brown that covers most of his body. The only pattern is on his wings, which have patches of a lighter shade crisscrossed over the membranes.

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Back on the Sands, the last and largest of the eggs had stopped rocking, as if the one inside was now biding its time. For what, no one could say.

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With almost all of the Dragon/Dual Candidates currently residing in Dalibor Weyr assembled on the sands, the brown egg that had a piece broken off earlier split in two revealing a brownish Black Dragonet. The Black suddenly headed towards the female Candidates heading towards Kiveena herself though he didn’t do much more than sniff and poke her before darting off towards another of the Candidates. He did fairly much the same thing to two other female Candidates and seemed at least for now not a terribly violent Dragonet though that could change in a matter of moments even with the seemingly calmest Dragonets.

The Black eventually turned away from the group of female Candidates on the sands for the two eggs that were still on the sands, with the smaller of the two bearing an annoyed Blue after much prodding from the Black. A few awkward moments passed between the Black and his Blue brother ending with a gentle shove from the Blue before the Black turned back towards the Candidates this time the males. The Black Impressed without much fuss soon afterwards to a Candidate roughly a turn her senior in a methodical manner. Kiveena turned her attention from the Black to the remaining egg and the Blue seeing as the Black had already made his choice waiting for what would happen next.


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Ky watched with customarily rapt attention as the...brown? Burgundy? What WAS that color?...chose his mindmate; he was mindful not to be in the way, and didn't meet the gazes of any current or future hatchlings. His fingers worked against his robes, and he turned to look up at his father in the stands. Z'dyn lifted his fingers and twisted them, eyes stern.

The eleven-turn-old sighed, rolling his eyes before he turned back around.

Ky.
Sharding shell that man and his Iron. There was nowhere he could hide.
Don't roll yer shardin' eyes't me, boy. Look forward an' pay attention.

He set his teeth, reining in his temper. There would be nothing good to come of an outburst here. Closing his eyes, he drew a shallow breath and steadied his resolve. One down, two to go. So he could hope.

The next egg hatched out a Blue, who appeared more of a somewhat bossy sort, given how he'd pushed his clutchsibling around. Ky rocked back on his heels, more than a little bit restless. His fingers twiddled his robes between them, and he shifted. Tried not to distract anyone, especially the dragonets. Doubly especially, his Candidatemaster.

Z'dyn grumbled incoherently into his mug of klah, eye catching Q'sis' arrival. A darker grumble, before Io'tez pushed the brim of his hat up to crane his head and see what had sourced the disapproval. It didn't take long to spot; when he found the former Trader by the entryway, he smirked and leaned his head down to Z'dyn's shoulder. Kept his eyes on the taller Tanrider, as if it might have been a challenge.

"Don't let 'im get ta ya, love," he rumbled in a whisper in the Ironrider's ear. "Ghost in the sky, these days. Shhhh. More important thin's ta watch, yeah?"

Io'tez slipped his fingers under Z'dyn's chin, pushing the mug away and sliding his cheek to his husband's. He turned his head to look at Ky.

"Ya oldest, there. Hafta make sure 'e's got somethin' good, mmm?"
"Don't get t'me no more,"
Z'dyn had to resist the urge to spit. "Feel sorry fer 'im. More fer Unath, but goes without sayin'. Flies the Fall, can't complain. Ain't stepped toe-t'-toe wi' me since I got scored. Knows better. All bark. He ain't dimglow 'nough t'push that n'more."
"Makes me heart race, seein' ya get riled..."
"I ain't riled."
Z'dyn snapped his head sideways to look at his Brownrider, eyes narrowed, but the stern look melted when Io licked the end of his nose.

Z'dyn huffed through his nostrils, and looked back to the Sands.


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Sutiexth addressing him wasn't entirely unexpected. She was a quiet dragon for the most part, but he'd heard her a few times. It made sense that she would speak to him during such a tremendous event. That didn't make him feel any less honored. Some of his already diminished nervousness washed away. "Thank you," he said with a nod to the clutchmother and then her rider. Shards, Dolly looked radiant today. Nervous, but radiant. So she should be. This clutch was destined to be a small but spectacular event. She had every right to be proud. He chuckled and allowed his smile to turn a little goofy just before he turned around. "Good luck from the luck givers - practically a blessing."

He had no way of knowing if he'd impress. That said, if a dragon did choose him, he thought he'd like it to be from this clutch. He'd take the luck she offered him and hold it close to his chest. Hopefully, that luck would extend to more than just him.

Silkie was given what he hoped was an encouraging look. In case that wasn't enough, he gave her a quick thumbs up. This was a really big step for her. It was a big step for him as well, standing with her knowing he was standing, but he didn't want to get introspective about himself right now. As long as there were eggs on the sands and he was right in the thick of things, he'd focus on the bright spots of his current life. And hopefully none of 'em will gore me.

The thought slipped in, unwanted and unwarranted. None of the hatchlings had mauled him at Keth's clutch, so what were the chances that one would maul here when there were half the eggs and a familiar clutchmother? Did Sutiexth's presence affect the chances of an incident? Whatever the case, he was suddenly aware that he should probably stay more alert. He tore his gaze away from his sister and watched the hatching of two eggs and impression of one. So far, so good. Lucky.
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The blue hatching was just starting to make his way towards the candidates when the last egg exploded in a shower of shards and goo. A bright green dragon uncurled slowly, fanning it's wings in a dramatic reveal. It grinned wickedly at the the rows of candidates, its eyes sharp and dangerous. From its size it was quickly clear this was no green but a small Viridian. He stalked towards the candidates, pushing past his blue brother without even a glance.

He reached the girls first, looking them up and down critically. From his stance, it was clear he was not impressed. Coming to Ravlen he gave her an experimental slash with his claws, enough to knock the girl down, but not enough to break the armor. The Viridian seemed a little surprised, even amused, by the obstruction to his fun. He was reaching a foreclaw forward to poke at Ravlen's un protected arm when a bellowing charge distracted him from behind.

The blue charged forward, slashing at his brother's foreleg and putting himself between him and the girl. The viridian dodged the attack, eyes flashing dangerously. The blue looked back at Ravlen worried eyes filled with rainbows. Are you hurt, my Ravlen? Never fear, I will protect you. Your Laakarith will always be by your side.


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While normally possessing great common sense, Laakarith isn’t above jumping into a situation without thinking it all the way through. This usually involves him trying to defend or help someone without considering the danger to himself. While is bravery is admirable, it can often get him into trouble. He is not afraid to get into fights, though he would prefer the peaceful route when possible. He makes friends and allies easily, but will take their loses very hard and personally. He can struggle with the guilt of wishing he could have done more.

Laakarith sees past the image Ravlen has tried to present. He adores her desire to help the world and admires her strength of will and intelligence. He will encourage her to learn as much as she can and to be her own person. To him, she is simply one of the smartest humans around and he’s not afraid to say it. He desires to see her succeed and will push himself to help her reach her goals. Even so, he is not afraid to argue with her if he feels she is taking a bad path or doing anything morally reprehensable.

Laakarith is pretty average looking for a blue. He is strong and stockily built with good muscles. He is a little on the short side, but caries himself with a confidence fitting larger dragons. His wings are wide and powerful making him an excellent flyer. Most of his body is a bright, royal blue color with lighter highlights on his face, wings, and hind feet.

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The viridian seemed almost bored now that his brother had Impressed. Snorting, he turned and stalked over to the group of boys instead. Not bothering to examine any of them, he whipped his claws towards Rhasa's legs, pleased to see the blood that stained the white robe. It seemed the armor didn't cover all of them after all. Oh, he hadn't cut that deeply, nothing permanent would be damaged. Such a pity. Licking the blood off a claw, he eyed the rest of the boys. What should he try next?

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Dolly couldn't help a little scream when the viridian hatchling hurt Rhasa. She was having flashbacks to her first Hatching, fear the worst would happen. Sutiexth tensed next to her, but offered soothing words. The healers will help him. All will be well, she assured Dolly. The grey mother's eyes were on her offspring, watching him with a hard gaze. You had best seek your fated one, she suggested firmly. She wasn't planning on having much to do with her children once they were hatched, but she couldn't let them upset Dolly so much. Dolly want to run and make sure Rhasa and the other girl were alright, but she wasn't allowed. She took a breath, trying not to cry and wishing the last hatchling would just Impress already so this could be over with.

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Silkie knew the rules. She knew them, she just didn't care. No one hurt her brother without her doing something about it. Even uppity little dragons. Eyes flaring with anger, she broke from the girls and ran to Rhasa's side. Eying the dragonet warily, she knelt down to check his leg. "Stupid," she muttered darkly, not even sure if she meant the dragon or her brother at the moment.
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Kennebam stood amongst the other male candidates, his hands dangling at his sides and his stance relaxed. He'd seen enough hatchings to not be nervous, and what was left was just being - interested, really, with a taste of being curious and pleasantly anticipatory. The little dragon mother had done so well, three healthy dragonets from a grey was about the best that could be done. No matter what happened, he knew he would be sure to find Sutiexth and her rider afterwards and congratulate them on their first hatching.

Oooh, but one of the eggs had hatched a viridian - it was too big to be a green - and it looked like that one was going to take some watching. Cold and clinical and out for blood, because he didn't seem angry or distressed in the least, not the way that he was moving. He winced as another candidate's blood was drawn, but knew enough not to react any more than that - which didn't seem to be the case with others, because one of the girls broke and ran to the injured teen. Kid's going to be hearing about it from Al'dr later, he thought irreverently, and grinned slightly in spite of the gravity of the situation.

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Tristallon was in a state of nervous jitter. Every now and then his vision fragmented into seeing the scene from above, somewhere behind him, half a dozen somewheres behind him, and he dearly wished that the spectators would leave their flying skyrat pets at home. He rocked from heel to toe and back on his feet, feeling the heat nip at his toes in reminder that he was supposed to be holding still and silent.

It was hard. When he wanted to focus, he usually hummed. He couldn't do that here. Gently he tapped his fingers against his leg, creating a beat he could feel rather than hear. It helped. Let him keep his eyes on the hatching dragonets, mentally applauding the blue's staunch protection of the first girl the viridian attacked. But now he was amongst the males' side, drawing blood, and who knew what would happen next?

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Jali and Laanasuth had attended Sutiexth and Dolphin from the day the eggs had been laid, and thus far, they had no qualms about approving the pair as responsible mothers. Communication had been excellent; Sutiexth was consciencious about her duty to her eggs. But the real check was always the hatching itself. Taking a few steps to her left as Dolly cried out, Jali rested a hand on the younger woman's arm. "It is alright," she murmured. "It is not a bad wound, and the healers will see to it as soon as the hatching is over." Which, with only one dragonet left on the Sands, wouldn't be long.

Laanasuth dipped her head, her long neck bending to bring it close to that of the grey mother. Very good. Stay firm with him, she advised Sutiexth privately. Children, even dragon ones, need boundaries. Until they are in the care of the Weyrlingmasters, it's up to us to set them.


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Remembering what you had been told, and acting against what your heart told you to do, were two very different things. Amarylia bit off the shocked cry that wanted to burst passed her lips; threatened and caught in an expression of alarm. Dragonets were able to hurt people. Shards, even dragons were able to hurt people or other dragons if the situation called for it. This she knew. She had been raised in Dalibor of all places after all! The viridian was watched with a careful eye as she forced her feet to stay in place, and yet her fingertips trembled by her side. Even clenching them into tight fists didn't seem to help. Besides, that felt far too aggressive for her, and despite what others may be feeling, there was no anger in her heart as she watched the green colored hatchling. Please, just find Yours.

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Frustration bit at Aesidhe's emotions like an eager canine waiting for its Master to call the hunt. It howled, spat, growled, and lunged forward against the more reasonable feeling of concern. There, however, was no pity. What could possibly come from feeling that in this situation? The candidates knew far too well what they had gotten into by now. Surely. And if there was any question, there certainly wasn't one anymore. Still, her eyes traced the pattern that the viridian's tracks made in the hot sands. Even from her spot in the stands it was easy to see the carnage that it could leave in its wake. A questioning look shifted to the clutch mother and copper queen both; was it not them who supposedly kept things under check? The trader did not know much about the inner workings of dragon ranks besides the obvious, but she could guess that much. A breath finally escaped her clenched teeth as it seemed the two worked out how to control the situation, and -with a strangely curious mind to the whole affair- she returned to watching the sands.

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Unlike some of the others who either jumped back, or looked at the situation with mixed emotions, Meitheal took a calming breath. Easy. In, and out. There was a way to handle this problem. They had been warned. Mentally, the candidate began to go through the process in which the Candidatemaster had described they react. First, they should stay where they were. Meitheal's eyes traversed the space between the viridian hatchling and his own feet. They hadn't moved. Good. He nodded subtly, mostly to himself. Second, they should try and remain calm; open their minds and numb their thoughts. Something like that, right? He took another breath, and then a third for good measure before finally relaxing his shoulders. The entire time, the candidate hadn't dared to close his eyes to help in his moment of meditation, but that was a necessity which Meitheal wasn't about to give up. Right, it's okay. There was a reason he attacked the candidates. Frustration can be a difficult emotion- began his thoughts, but wait. He tilted his head as he considered the possibility that this wasn't an emotional response. Could it be that the viridian was taking an interest in the humans themselves? Their reactions, their anatomy, or some other aspect?
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The first two colors were normal, blacks and blues were to be expected especially with a clutch sired by a blue (yes even that blue). Viridian, while not unheard of, was not so common. How the- Sutiexth managed to carry that egg around was impressive. But Viridians were touchy, and it seemed that this one was no different. Although it wasn't exactly anger on the viridian's face as he slashed at his Candidates. Even managed to draw blood on Rhasa--

"Oh shards.." he uttered after a sharp intake of breath in... not quite surprise just in a quiet 'nooo why' at Silkie who rushed across the Sands towards her brother.

She'll be okay? Sutiexth isn't the sort to eat Candidates who fall out of line... it looks like.
Its not Sutiexth i'm worried about...
Oh.. yeah. He... has uhm. Well... maybe he won't notice.


Al'dr sighed and attempted to keep his expression neutral, but his eyes and Fortath's eyes were watching the Viridian.

Fortath glanced to his not-brother, Control your spawn before Mine passes out
Not my place
, chuckled the older blue, whose eyes were still a whirlwind of color as he watched the hatching unfold.

"Tell my brother to relax. Candidates break lines all the time, its a miracle if one doesn't." Chimed Da'on glancing towards his brother's dragon with a light, amused shake of his head. Although that Viridian seemed to be a problem, but with the Grey, seemingly, keeping an eye on him it wasn't an immediate problem. Especially with Laanasuth watching closely as well. Da'on's fingers tapped against Roiath's leg, suddenly wishing he was down there helping instead of up here. But alas, he wasn't.

Fortath looked between the amused faces of both Roiath and Da'on, and then sighed. But he agreed with them in a sense, even if the Viridian found a weak spot in that boy's armor.

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Serlie was also someone who wished to break lines to go over and help the boy. But a couple of things stopped her. One, what could she do if she did run over there. She wasn't a Healer, she didn-- okay she knew to wrap wounds right? Two, someone else ran over there instead... and three? She glanced over to the Candidatemaster, wincing lightly. She also knew the rules, and she was sure that the girl new the rules too... but helping people should be a somewhat priority, right?

She sighed, because she knew the answer to that question, she was very invested in her Candidacy.

At least the black and blue impressed, the black to one of the boys and the blue to one of the girls. One day Serlie will remember all their names.

The girl eyed the Viridian, not with fear, but with hope that he found His before he got into more trouble. ALSO she wished he didn't feel the need to scratch all the candidates up.
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If the viridian hatchling took any note of either his mother or the queen, he made no indication. He continued the eye the other Candidates with cold indifferences. His gaze traveled to Silkie for a long moment, seeming to consider what to do about her sudden appearance and insult. Then he seemed to grow bored of the whole affair and turned around sharply, not caring that his tail nearly whipped Silkie in the face.

Starting towards the rest of the boys, the viridian started to examine them one by one. He poked his nose at Kennebam and snapped his teeth a breath from the boy's arm. Seemingly amused, he pushed on, ignoring the low growl of warning from Sutiexth. He cocked his head at Kyzekeidon next before snorting in the boy's face and moving on. He passed several more boys with barely a glance and seemed to grow more and more impatient with each one.

Suddenly he stopped. Turning around he approached Meitheal and stared into his face. He seemed to freeze there for a long, drawn out moment. Then he sat back, looking more relaxed. You are better than these fools, M'heal. he declared. His cold eyes were suddenly touch with gentle rainbows. I, Rikollith, will be your partner. Your equal, if you like. I trust you will not disappoint me.




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Rikollith has a cunning and manipulative mind. Intelligent, by dragon standards, he spends much of his time plotting and scheming for his own ends. What he desires can range from power to freedom to simply not wanting to be bored, depending on his mood. He treats most of these schemes like games: calculating the necessary moves and treating anyone involved like his own pawns to move as he pleases. He would rather not get his own claws dirty and prefers to manipulate others for his ends. He has no qualms about how far he’ll go in his games either. If a few “little people” get their feelings hurt or their wings clipped, he won’t lose sleep over it. He can be ruthless and seemingly heartless in his speech and actions, trusting in only himself or his bonded. This can often put him at odds with authority and he won’t be opposed to breaking a rule or two if it suites him. He sees the world in variations of grey, as opposed to black and white. There is no good or evil, there is only the means one needs to achieve ones goals.

Rikollith isn’t without redeeming qualities though. He is highly interested in learning, purely for its own sake. He may sometimes be found trying out experiments and ideas just to see if he can get them to work. He is loyal to those he considers his underlings, as well. He will take any harm done to these as personal and go to great lengths to exact revenge. His bonded will be one of the few he will confide in, sharing both his schemes and ideas with equal pleasure. He is also a very polite and well spoken dragon, though this may only be a mask to hide his true nature and feelings.

Rikollith sees M’heal as both an ally and an equal. He admires his bonded’s fair and thoughtful nature, though he finds the distaste for violence confusing. For Rikollith, violence is often a necessary and inevitable thing but he will seek other methods if M’heal can convince him otherwise. Rikollith sees great potential in his rider and wants to see him rise to greatness. While they may argue methods and ethics, Rikollith will do whatever he can to help M’heal build the world he desires.

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Dolly took several deep breaths to get herself back under control. Part of her wondered if she would have gotten this upset if someone besides Rhasa had been hurt. If it had been someone she hardly knew, would it have been this scary. She wasn't sure, but at least it was over now. She turned to give Jali a shaky smile. "Thanks," she said, grateful for the more experienced rider's support. She took another breath. The viridian had Impressed so it was over and the healer's were already checking on Rhasa. "I'm sorry I over reacted," she admitted to Jali, biting her lip. "I just...I don't know what I would have done if he were badly hurt."

Sutiexth had relaxed considerably when her last hatchling had at last Impressed. Thank you, Laanasuth, she replied with a touch of relief. I am grateful for your guidance. And for your rider's comfort for my Dolphin. The grey nuzzled Dolly's shoulder gently. Come. We can check on your friend. Then I believe you had a surprise to prepare?

In all the stress and tension, Dolly had nearly forgotten she had made plans for when Sutiexth's eggs finally hatched. She smiled and nodded her agreement.
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 Posted: Sep 26 2016, 09:57 AM
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Meitheal waited for more carnage to rain chaos across the sands. The bright spot of life which traversed the pale, dawn-covered dunes seemed impish and eager in its methods. No, he thought with a tilt of his head, this is not a creature who wants blood for the sake of blood. Enjoying violence was one thing -something that Meitheal detested himself- but that was vastly more complex than simply wanting to draw dagger-like claws across flesh. This seemed more calculated than passion. Colder than anger or frustration.

The viridian stepped closer. Meitheal straightened, his body tense and ready to move to the side if necessary. Instead of attack however, the young sub-king stood frozen with his own finely dished head canted to one side. Seconds drawled on between them, tense with anticipation as the world narrowed beyond the points of the dragonet's wings. The candidate watched the silent sentinel. The dragonet watched the waiting human. And then something clicked into place in a way that Meitheal could only explain as that glorious moment when everything clears and falls into the empty spaces to link a larger picture.

You are better than these fools, M'heal. Silken and chilled, the dragonet's voice swept into the crevices of the young man's mind where he never knew cracks lay hidden. I, Rikollith, will be your partner. Your equal, if you like. I trust you will not disappoint me. Rikollith knew where those spaces were. He picked and prodded at them as his mind settled into the newly formed bond. Swirling facets dimmed from gentle rainbows to a curious green, sparks of blue winding their way into the emerald and peridot depths. "There will be plenty of disappointment for us both in the future, Rikollith. That can't really be helped. Failure is not failure unless you stop striving for success though, and I can promise I will always try."

The viridian seemed appeased with this answer, head dipping down to brush against his rider's thigh for a moment before swiveling back around to survey his work. Candidates stood like frightened animals, and the one boy he had harmed most was being tended to. M'heal sighed in momentary relief. Despite his new mindmate's presence within his own cranial space, the young man still didn't quite understand the glee in which Rikollith viewed violence and chaos. In comparison, M'heal was a thing of structure, order, and rules. They certainly would butt heads time and time again. In his opinion however, that was a good thing. He wanted to be challenged, not to have someone mindlessly following his lead. Rikollith crooned in acknowledgement of his rider's thoughts. Not to mention in agreement with his thinking as well.

We shall learn a great many things working together, M'heal. I look forward to these battle of wills. Almost as much as I look forward to the knowledge we will discover. If dragons could smirk, the verdant hued dragon would be doing so now as he picked his way across the sands alongside his rider. The game is only beginning.
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 Posted: Sep 27 2016, 03:53 PM
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The fairly calm atmosphere of the Hatching was quickly shattered with the largest egg breaking apart revealing a rather small Viridian though it did take a bit to figure out whether it was a very large Green or a small Viridian. He started with the female Candidates though unlike his Black brother, and he had only brothers considering the small clutch of three. When he didn’t find his among the first ones that he come across rather than just moving on the Viridian slashed at Ravlen, not breaking the armour though he didn’t seem to like the thought.

Evidently the second one to Hatch wasn’t happy with how the Viridian was treating the female Candidate, charging his bigger brother the Viridian clearly unhappy but dodged out of the way of the smaller Dragonet. It was pretty clear why he charged soon after with the Blue Impressing to Ravlen in short order. The Viridian didn’t seem as quick to find his however, instead turning on yet another female Candidate, this time Rhasa, slashing at her legs and this time drawing blood. Eventually the Viridian turned towards the male Candidates, though still with pretty much the same attitude as he had with the females before Impressing Meitheal. With the small Hatching over Kiveena found herself standing without much to show for it once again having to walk out of the sands with the rest of the disappointed Candidates.


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 Posted: Sep 28 2016, 11:12 AM
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Qaelis still held his sign, even when the last infant had a viridian sheen. And when that coiling beast wandered off to a meat bucket-filled destiny, he lowered his arms and rolled the fabric up into a scroll for reuse. He turned around, eyes flicking to the faces of the Weyrbrats' minders, then darted up the steps to the exit. Not so much running away from the herd, which was beginning to mill in that direction, but playing the vanguard. He dashed past his father, who did not look to him or say anything. Then he squeezed out and across the bridge before the waterfall, where the minders briefly did not have a full authority. Weyrlings were forbidden, but no one ever said anything about the Candidates that returned unaffiliated.

He hit Serlie from the side with an affectionate squeeze, maybe too strong.

"Was it exciting?" he probed, though by his high tone there was enough vicarious excitement in the affair for both of them. He collected himself enough to notice his own drabby Weyrbrat costume amidst all those white robes, and retreated a step. "One of them jumped at you, but I did not think he was yours. Good that you did not get scratched, unless..." The nine-Turn-old mussed the back of his hair. "You wanted something like that to remember it by? Your first Hatching!"

@Raining (probably doubly so? pestering doots! xD)
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 Posted: Sep 28 2016, 12:39 PM
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Lerian could tell her friend was angry. She also knew that anger wasn't caused by anything she had done; Savi was still upset at her mother's death a couple turns back. Ler still remembered the pain of her own mother's passing, though she'd been much younger than Savi had been when that happened. It still hurt, though the pain became less heavy over time.

"Poppa won't mind us sitting with him," Lerian answered Savanna. "He likes meeting some of my friends sometimes, so he can put faces to names. 'Sides, he has other people sit with him that aren't Rayna, so it's alright." She knew there was a certain fighter rider that had started hanging around her dad, one he wasn't chasing off for reasons she couldn't quite identify. Yet.

Arriving at her seat, Ler introduced Savi to G'len (and IF she were present, Rayna). "Dad, can Savanna sit with us," said as she sat down with her friend. "Where are the sweet rolls?"

"Over here," G'len responded, handing the small plate of sticky rolls to the girls. "And a good morning to you, Savvana. Day treating you well so far?" he greeted the girl in a friendly manner. He knew about Savi's mother, and how her father Sebol had essentially abandoned his children in his grief. While G'len could understand the impulse to abandon the world to mourn all too well, well, the former Candidatemaster still had young children who needed him as much as ever. Not that G'len let anything disapproving show on his face; a hatching was a bad time to discuss such things.

He left the girls to their discussions (if there were any) while he discussed the hatchlings and their new bondeds with his companion. Once the/hatching was over, G'len turned to Savanna. "Would you like to join us for breakfast proper, or go do your own thing for a bit?"

@Raining, @Boo

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Zeuth watched over the proceedings from one of the lower ledges, forming his own take on the new dragonpairs. The (naturally) great Bronze was pleased that all three eggs hatched, and that all the babies were healthy and whole. The Wings would be needing them when they matured, few as they were.

He looked over the remaining Candidates to gauge their respective moods over being unchosen once again. Overall he judged them as doing well, all things considered. There was one Candidate, though, the drake kept an eye on more than he did some others. His own sire Daidoroth had been keeping an eye on the youngest of His' hatchlings, to make sure the pair grew up to be worthy of dragons someday.

Unfortunately for the older Bronzepair, old age had gotten to O'sho before they could see their little ones find their bondeds, and now those same little ones were left alone in the world. Alright, maybe not totally alone, but enough so that they still needed to be watched out for, at least until Theirs had found them and could take over the watching-out part fulltime.

Until then, Zeuth could take on that role, even if only from a distance. Daidoroth's had been more than kind to his own rider when he first assumed the mantle of Senior Weyrleader, helping him with navigating the pressures of the job and being there when His needed an ear to vent to at times. The least the younger Bronze could do was to make sure that two small hatchlings survived to adulthood in their stead.

Reaching down mentally, Zeuth briefly touched the mind of Tiroshel, giving her feelings of support and strength for her loss. Even as far removed from the girl as he was, he could tell words weren't likely to be welcomed at this time. But if she needed advice or comforting words, she could come to him and he could give what advice a dragon could give in such matters. Of course, a dragon's perspective on such matters might not be the most comforting thing for a grieving human, but he would offer it just the same, if so desired.

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Both Davintein and Maevan watched the baby Black (based on size alone, that's what it had to be) run around the female Candidates, sniffing and play-jumping at a few of them. For a moment Maevan almost believed that the little fellow would choose her, given how hard he seemed to be looking her over and sizing her up. But instead of rainbows, the little Black returned to the nest to consult with the Blue that had just broken his shell, and leaving the girl disappointed that her first up-close encounter with a dragonet didn't end in Impression.

Once the consultation was through, the Black returned to the Candidates, but this time on the boys' side. The dragonet moved as though he knew who he was looking for now, weaving his way among the boys until he stopped. Right in front of Davintein.

The teen found himself filled with the presence of another mind, one who loved puzzles and learning as much as he did. And was thrilled to have solved his first case - who should his life partner be? Yes, yes, my dear D'tein. You are the one! I was a little thrown by the female that matched you so well, but you can not hide from my superior observations! Come! We have much to see and much to discover!

Davintein - D'tein now, that was his new name - followed his new dragon towards the food, too dazed to really think right then. So this was Impression; this becoming one with another mind. He'd tried to puzzle out what was so special about this experience that everyone desired it so much. Now he knew, and would likely spend the rest of his life trying to explain it in words to his family.

D'tein caught up with his dragon only when the beast paused for a moment. Oh, I am Estivath, by the way. Come, my dear D'tein! The future awaits! "Estivath," he repeated slowly, getting a feel for the name that was now linked to his for the rest of their lives.

Once Estivath was in the middle of his first meal, D'tein answered the question that he sensed was just on the tip of the dragon's tounge. "That girl that you were looking at earlier, the one like me - that's my twin sister, Maevan. We've always been together until now". That thought suddenly chilled the teen. He was always off having adventures with his sister, watching out for her, and now...and now he couldn't. Not unless one of the other two dragonets decided she was their perfect match as well..?

Ah, so that was the reason she so resembled you, Estivath crooned, happy to solve another puzzle in his short time out of the shell. Unfortunately, my brothers do not seem to want her as their partner, said sadly as the Blue and Viridian made their ways back to the food with their new partners in tow.

Worry clouded D'tein's features; how was his sister going to handle this separation? It was bad enough when they were all under that lockdown a while back because of the egg killers. This time, though, they wouldn't be isolated like they were then. He took some comfort in that; they'd find some way to see each other as they needed.

Maevan, meanwhile, stood on the Sands for a long moment after the last Impression, trying to process her rejection along with her twin's acceptance by a dragon. She...she couldn't be left behind like that! Could she? Surely she wasn't considered defective by the dragons, was she?

It took a few moments for her more rational side to kick in. She had been told all throughout her lessons that this was a possibility, that only one of them would be chosen while the other had to wait for the next Hatching. That was all that happened today. She could wait until the next clutch hatched to find Hers, she told herself as she returned to her rooms to prepare for the feast later that day. She could do this without needing her beloved brother around all the time. She could. She was strong. She was.

And if she repeated that enough times to herself, it might come true for her.
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