Tag ~ Revanne, Finn, Open
Once he had a spot his brown eyes looked around to find the faces of those he knew. The first face, of course, was that of his brother. Bastian waved at Lorcan, a little shocked to not see Reva with him. More searching the crowd and he finally noticed her with the other healers. That made sense. Bast waved and smiled at her once he noticed she looked at him.
He then realized that he recognized the person that was near to him. "Hey Finn. Good luck today." He said to his fellow healer with a wide smile. Being both candidates and both healers, he'd gotten to know the other woman well enough he wasn't too shy to talk to her.
Tag ~ Revanne, Open
The place was already packed when he got there, which did little to improve his mood. Dark eyes searched the stands, not just for a place to sit, but the hopes of being able to sit with Reva. He knew she would be there to watch and cheer Bastian on. He finally saw her with the other healers on duty. Strike three against this day already. It was too early, too crowded, and now he had to sit by himself. Lorcan finally found a place, surprisingly only a row up from the sand itself. However, the people around him were way too loud, too talkative women who were already making bets on the clutch.
Lor took a deep breath and tried to ignore them as looked among the candidates for his brother. He spotted him and waved back, giving him as genuine a smile as he could. This was Bastian's day after all, he had to be happy for him...or if he was left standing he had to be there to support him.
Tag ~ Safryn, Ar'vis, R'sin
Eyes lit up just as brightly as the candidate's were as Ar'vis joined her. She couldn't resist curling against him a little as her hand rested on his thigh. "I'm happy you could make it, love." She said before placing a kiss on his cheek. She didn't care if others saw her display of affection for him.
"Thank you, R'sin. I know it will be a good day. Pionath will be proud of himself I'm sure." She said sweetly to her partner in Lead. The man was honestly doing rather well as Weyrleader. "Oh, I think the first egg is going to hatching." Eavan said excitedly as she pointed at one that was rocking harder.
The Weyrwoman was not wrong. An egg in the middle of the clutch gave an audible pop before the shell fell away into tiny fragments. For a moment there was a gasp as the dragon that had been trapped inside gave a dramatic flare of wings and an enthusiastic bark of excitement. The hide was metallic, a color that seemed to be a pale version of Paiseantath's orange hide. Well met all of you! Is this not a wonderful day to hatch? The bronzes voice was deep and decidedly male, squashing the notion that a gold had hatched from a normal shell. The reactions he was noticing from the crowd and the candidates around him gave him great amusement. No, I am no gold. I am a bronze and proud of it. His voice projected to hatching grounds at large. Paiseantath crooned to her mate, happy in the fact their first to hatch was a bronze and he was obviously confident and strong.
Good. I was trying to be the first to hatch. Not that I am selfish, but I know who it is that is perfect for me and I did not want to risk losing him to one of my siblings. He stated as he got up and began to walk among the candidates. True to his word he didn't stop to check out anyone and instead made a beeline for one male in particular. His wings he held spread as the wetness of the egg goo began to dry. His hide was most certainly different from the other bronzes of Atricis, but there was no refuting that was what he was. The large weyrling, though it would take time to see if he would rival the likes of Behemoth, sat down in front of his rider.
I know you are unsure of yourself, but trust me. Together you and I will become something great. Yes, you and your Roth. First things first, I hunger...badly. Can you not feel it as well? There are people waiting over there with food for you to feed me, so let's go. The bronze grabbed a hold of his new rider's robe and began to drag him over to where the meat was. Having a bronze hatch first was a good omen...even if he was more gold than bronze in color.
The Passionate Rose Weyrling
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-:- Color Codes -:-
#E7BB68, #D98528, #C9542E
-:- Personality -:-
Enthusiastic, Passionate, Observant, Competitive, Resourceful
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