Tag ~ Keetin
The watery blue gave a hissing sort of chuckle sound as Lauruth quipped back at him with the nickname, yet she did not seem to mind sharing her ledge either way, so Keplieth made himself comfortable beside the zultanite. Well, I couldn't risk you saying no...
The blue teased her back as he pinned wings to his side and turned toward the sands below. His words about her being down there next were met with a soft snort, and for a moment Kelpie thought he'd said something wrong by encouraging her. The zulties' response could have been a bit chiding, but there was a warmth in her tone as well and it seemed to settle the watery blue so he warbled softly in return. I can't imagine you being bad at anything you do, clutching will be no exception.
Kelpieth complimented her once more, a faceted gaze cast her way for a moment before returning to the Sands to watch Norieth's children break shell. The watery blue was only all too happy to croon and hum delightedly as he watched all the myriad of colors emerge, strengthening an already strong Weyr.
In the Stands, Elysia had realized her mistake shortly after she asked about it, and she saw some of that enthusiasm, his delight, seep out of her friend at even the mere mention of Lauruth on the Sands. Keetin turned back to the Hatching, but she could tell that he wasn't really watching it as his mind went everywhere else but at the babies breaking shell. Elysia hadn't meant to turn the tables so suddenly. One minute they were teasing each other casually and even poking a little fun at the prickly Rhianwen, when the next moment all the fun seemed to disappear and things got serious. Keetin looked worried more than anything, and the bluerider strained to hear what he said over the hustle of the cavern.
"I don't know...I really wish I had a clue."
came the soft reply, the first thing out of her mouth that she couldn't stop. For a moment she was still, just watching her friend while the whisper of voices continued in her head as the Hatching continued all around them, but right now it felt like her friend needed her attention more. Norieth would understand if she missed a few babies hatch while taking time to comfort her friend. "I'm sure it'll be alright...She's old enough, she could Rise any minute. Maybe she's waiting to fit between the queens' schedules?"
Elys asked, coming up with a logical sort of reason that she knew Keetin could think about, maybe even settle his mind. "And she might be old enough, but technically you're not even old enough to fight Thread."
The young woman went on, her tone adding a bit of cheer to tease her friend and lighten the mood, although what she said seemed to spark a light inside her mind and her eyes widened slightly.
"Hey wait.... if you can't even.... maybe that's it."
The bluerider whispered softly, not wanting to upset her friend, or bring in too many people into what could be a very private conversation. "Lauruth might be ready.... but are you?"
Elys asked, leaning in a little closer to the zultaniterider to keep the talk just between them. Hazel eyes fluttered up to catch Keetin's, and for a moment she really looked at her friend, the young boy she'd met on the lake side all those Turns ago. Only, it wasn't a boy sitting beside her, but a growing young man, and she hadn't even noticed the changes really, but Keetin was filling out, training as a dragonrider bulking up his teenage frame and she could barely even see the boy in his features anymore. The bluerider could feel a bit of heat coming to her cheeks, the slightest blush threatening, so she had to look away again and thankfully had an honest distraction in the Hatching eggs below for a moment.
The pewter stared up at the young man for a while as he could sense Issworent
through that brush of their minds as the lad cycled through all the regular answers before finally thinking up something to say. "I can offer you who I am, for I am different from everybody here..."
Another breath passed between them as the hatchling continued to stare up at the candidate, until suddenly he released a bark of laughter at nearly the same time his sister cried out. Really? That's what you decide to offer? Of course you're different, everyone is different. What makes you so especially different from all the others?
The pewter asked, stepping up a little closer to the young man, talons sinking into the fine sand under foot. He had already decided this was not to be his chosen, knew that whoever he picked would have be to a little more clever than that, and the reds of his facets deepened for a moment while staring up at Issworent.
The next moment however, a pudgy little green body was smacking into him and nudging him aside, all the while berating him with a filthy mouth and dishonorable words. The pewter snorted indignantly at his sibling and her crass behaviour, pawing at the sands as he was shoved aside so rudely and then tossed away and forgotten as she turned toward the wet rag of a young man. You can have him, he's as dull as a sack of rocks.
The faded pewter added with an irritated flick of his tail and a shifting of the shaded wings along his back. Not another moment was wasted on these two then and the hatchling turned tail and left them behind to their sappy reunion while he continued to seek out the right mind for him.
For a while he meandered through the candidates, pausing every once in a while to give a potential a closer look, ask them the same question he'd asked Issworent. In front of one lad in particular, he stayed the longest and it seemed they were having quite the conversation with each other, though no one else around them was privy to it. In the end, it seemed the pewter had made his choice and the multitude of colors swirled through his eyes as he moved in a little closer to nuzzle that pristine pale head against the white robed stomach of his chosen. Yes, yes it's you. I should have known all along, but I had to make sure. Your Dorayth will be good to you, kind to you, and you shall want for nothing more. Come, feed me first, and then we will continue our conversation.
The Ageless Spirit Weyrling
-:- Impressed to -:-
-:- Color Codes -:-
-:- Personality -:-
Vivacious, Sociable, Intelligent, Enigmatic, Vain
-:- Final Size -:-
While the pewter had taken his sweet time, the Hatching had not paused around them. In the middle of the clutch there was more movement from one of the larger eggs and it wasn't long before cracks appeared and the shards began to fall away. A klah brown foot broke through first and as the egg weakened around the hatchling, more and more brown limbs appeared. When the wings finally broke free, the egg was no match for the brown hatchling within and the rest crumbled quite easily. He stood proudly over the carnage of his escape, snorting at the pieces of egg that still clung to him, but the stunning brown baby didn't seem too bothered by the shards stuck to him. Instead, his attentions turned to the smaller egg beside him, having heard something from within.
He asked of the egg, which gave a shudder and then stilled.
You don't have to be shy sister, they want to meet you.
The brown hatchling responded, as clearly as if the egg had spoken to him. The egg gave another slight wobble before quieting again.
Oh come now, that's silly. I bet you're gorgeous, just like our mother!
The hatchling remarked, the white tip of his tail twitching happily as he turned to regard their golden mother nearby and her darkened points against the brilliant pale hide were certainly worthy of note. He knew he couldn't compare to their mother, or the mottled hue of his proud father, but with those genes, he knew he was a handsome creature in his own right. The base color of his hide was a creamy smooth brown like milk chocolate, yet all along the edges of his frame there was a lighter tone that gave him a dignified outline, with a soft spiral against his hip. Nearly half of his tail though was a faded white and seemed to have a mind of it's own as it swayed back and forth.
Out with you now. Let us see for ourselves.
The brown added with a gentle paw at the smaller egg before he took a few careful steps backward to give his sibling some space.
For a breath or two, the egg didn't move, but just before worry could set in there was a wriggle and shake, along with a tip and tap against the shell from within as the hatchling made an effort to break free now. The brown brother nearby encouraged the little one, hummed to her and crooned all the while the egg shuddered and snapped. One large piece broke first and flopped out away from the egg and left a hole large enough for the dragonet to slither out from. Emerging quietly, a rather drab looking green sidled up against her handsome brown brother. Are you sure they will think I'm pretty?
She asked, looking up at him with a sage green head that faded into a mossy green body with just a tad brighter color on her points. To some, she may not be much to look at, but to the right one she would be hands down the most beautiful dragon ever to be.
How could they not? You are stunning my dear.
The brown said with another soft croon for his shy sibling and nosed against her gently, while side stepping and prying her off him to go do what they were born to do. And the one who's jaw you just dropped surely can't wait to meet you.
He added for good measure and encouraged his green sister to strike out on her own and find the one who thought she was everything and more.
If you say so brother. I don't think there's anyone out there for m-...Wait!
The drab green started and began to slowly slink away from her brother, faceted gaze turning toward the candidates rather demurely...until she spotted someone. They were so perfect! The little green gave a bleat of surprise as she picked up her feet a little faster now, though unused feet didn't always work the way you wanted them too and the hatchling took a tumble into the sand. Before any could worry for her though, one of the candidates broke rank and ran toward her, calling out her name as they neared. The sage green crooned lovingly from the sands and for a moment they just lingered there in the awe of Impression, before together they got back to their feet and moved off the Sands to join the others.
NPC Green Dragon Impressed to NPC Candidate
There, see? I knew she would find someone.
The brown hatchling commented, to no one in particular but to himself as he looked on proudly as his sister Impressed to a fine candidate and knew they would be happy together. Suppose that means it's my turn then, wouldn't it?
He chuckled, once again more to himself than anyone and lifted his gaze to drift over the sea of white robes before him.
Carefully, the distinguished brown stepped around the rest of the eggs and out into the open of the Sands, watching to make sure he did not repeat his sisters' tumble. As he neared the first line of candidates, there was a brief glance given to a trio that seemed rather tight knit and close, particularly the young woman in the middle, but the browns' head swiveled away and he continued on his path. A moment later, he was passing by a young boy with a short crop of mussed up hair and a face full of freckles and he couldn't help but pause to regard the lad. Couldn't even run a hand through that mop of hair for us?
The brown bespoke to Pellist
, his tone nothing but cheerful and teasing for the lad as he snuffled against the sleeve of the robe. His mind brushed against the candidates', wondering a little more about the lad and couldn't help but curious about something he found in there. What's this story about a mouse? It seems like a sad, but happy memory. I'm curious now.
The dragonet asked as he sat back on those spiraled haunches and pinned those outlined wings back against his sides to listen to the young man explain.