Tag: Lanni, Aino, Ember character cluster
Nali was glad for the healer telling the other two to get themselves off the sands so they could get their dragons fed. Nali's stomach was aching already and she was the last out of the trio to Impress. Hopefully his words would get Mila and Aranrod to head toward there, since Mila seemed reluctant to leave Laikanu so quickly. When the healer directed his words to her next, offering Nali a congratulations and words of assurance, Nali nodded, taking his offered hand.
"Thanks, Master. I'd like to be able to get my dragon fed, the hunger is almost worse than my injured leg,"
she joked a little. *He'll be taking me over there to get my leg seen to, and then we can get you fed, ok Vohamanath?*
She informed her dragonet, and he answered with a croaking chirp.
*Ok! Let's go then, I'll follow.*
He answered happily, allowing Nali to nod to Rath once more.
"Ok, we're ready to go. Vohamanath will follow, so take me where I need to be."
The next egg that hatched was obviously another unique dragon. With red and near-white hide, she was clearly a chimera. She also seemed to know where she wanted to go, even as she acted a bit annoyed with having to go to her bonded instead of the other way around. Raevin watched curiously as she came up to one of the groups of candidates that had suffered injury from the garnet earlier, and saw as the candidate, Sunaia, who had been standing guard stepped aside for the hatchling. The chimera appeared to choose the southern girl, Daela without much event, which was good after the garnet.
Soon after, another of the remaining eggs hatched, quickly revealing itself to hold a brown. Raevin watched with interest as the young one hatched, but was thrown when she spoke. Yes, she. That was clearly a feminine mindvoice instead of the usual masculine voice of a brown. He was surprised to see another similar to that green in the same clutch. However, when she was revealed in full, Raevin found her colors quite beautiful. She went the same path as the chimera before her, choosing the injured male, Varric.
Raevin gave a small chuckle at that, finding it amusing that two of the candidates that had appeared inseparable since before the hatching, and during, had Impressed almost at the same time to different dragons. However, he hoped they would be able to internalize their obvious feelings for each other for the sake of their hatchlings. Raevin had always been told and taught that dragonets tended to be possessive and sensitive, not liking to share their new bondeds.
Raevin barely had time to finish that thought though when the next egg was hatching. Raevin watched closely, feeling a sense of desperation coming over him now that there were so few eggs left. In the blink of an eye they had gone from just under half the eggs, to just a tiny amount of the clutch left. When the egg hatched into... he didn't even know what color that was! Raevin was amazed by the colors of that dragonet, remembering that hatching of Rosasith when he looked upon this little one.
This hatchling took her path all the way around the candidates, giving them each a litlte greeting or quick statement, clearly the social little thing. Raevin chuckled in amusement as she went by, barely even hurt that she didn't pick him. She was a sweet thing, and beautiful too, so he was happy that she found her bonded without much problems in Sunaia. However, with her Impressed, and the injured being moved or treated, he had nothing else left but to look upon the clutch and realize just how close to the end they were.
Only three left. And with still so many candidates left, his chances weren't looking good. The real possibility of standing again were upon him now, but even so, he took a breath and watched the rest of the eggs. He wouldn't give up until the last egg broke and Impressed.
With so few eggs left, the chance of there being duds became more and more real. However, another egg showed itself to be alive and well. The Spilled Ink Egg
rattled next. However, whereas many of the eggs had hatched spectacularly, or in amusing ways, this one hatched quite uneventfully. Or at least, as uneventfully as any dragon egg did hatch with everyone watching intently.
A hole popped out in the side of the shell, with a grayish nose poking through. Clearly a pewter, especially as his head pushed through the hole and the rest of his body came out. The shell crackled and crumbled away as his body and wings pressed on it to get him out, and soon the pewter was free of his shell, with only parts of it left standing. Now fully free, he took in deep breaths and stretched his wings, showing himself to be a darker shaded pewter with even darker stripes and spots on him to make him look like some sort of dark marbled stone. However, other than that, he was quite unassuming, looking like a stone statue compared to his more brilliantly marked clutchsiblings.
That wasn’t so hard! Oh! But I suppose that took me longer than I thought, for almost all my clutch has hatched. I thought perhaps I was one of the first ones. Oh well. You two that haven’t hatched yet, good luck! I cannot wait for you though. I hunger and need to go find mine.
With that little speech, the pewter moved off toward the candidates. However, each time he passed a basket of glows used to help illuminate the sands in the middle of the night without the use of fire or candles, there was a shimmer of… something… Each time he passed a light source that danced on his hide directly, people murmured and pointed, swearing they had seen a glimmer of color not belonging to the traditional pewter. However, it was hard to get a good view of it, but his wingsails appeared to almost change color entirely in those brief periods where he was directly under a light source. Despite the murmuring though, he made his way to the candidates all the same and began to look them all over.
Oh dear, I don’t think all that red is supposed to be there. Here’s to you getting better. Hmmm… Nope, sorry, you're not the one for me though. Chin up though, perhaps another.
He said to Laikanu
before the healers had a chance to take him off the sands yet. He then moved along, looking over all the candidates left, male and female, but not finding what he was looking for in any of them.
It’s been lovely getting to see all of you, but none of you are what I’m looking for.
There was a moment where the pewter’s hide faded, and everyone worried. Were they about to have a repeat of the garnet? Would this one not be so lucky as the garnet to find his? Just as everyone became worried and uneasy though, preparing for the worst, the hatchling’s head shot up and looked around. He moved toward the stands and looked up, spreading his wings out, standing right beside a glow basket and a lantern from the stands, now his colors were seen. Where the light hit him, blues and greens shimmered in areas that were clearly his true markings, practically glowing with the light.
Wait! I feel mine! Up there! There! I feel you! I need to get up there, but it's so high up.
The hatchling called into the stands, unable to get up due to not being near or seeing that there were stairs to get up and down with. While the ledge of the stands wasn’t super high, it was high enough for a pewter sized hatchling to be unable to climb up on his own. He kreeled and keened unhappily as he hopped and jumped, trying to get up but failing. He fell a few times, and once got tangled up with his own wing, tearing a few holes in his sails that made him squawk from the sudden pain. Luckily, the sails didn’t bleed, and would be able to be repaired easily by a dragon healer, but it didn’t help the hatchling calm down.
I can't get up! But I can feel you up there. R'fael! My R'fael! Please come to your Pavoth! I cannot get to you, please hurry, I need you!
The hatchling called to someone specific, clearly having mentally pinpointed the person, just not able to get to them physically. Quickly, people in stands began to look around for the person the hatchling called for, seeing if he was near them and if he was going to go to the hatchling who called for him.
Baby Only Picture
-:- Impressed To -:-
-:- Personality -:-
Proud, Kind, Honorable, Fanatical, Sociable
-:- Color Codes -:-
525f62, #313a39, 00a79f, #2bc4f0, 00c05d, cfbb7c, 6835bc
-:- Final Size -:-
Mutation Note: Depending on the lighting, Pavoth can pass as a regular, dark colored Pewter. Outside of direct light or sunlight, his hide is a rather average, dark shade of Pewter with stripes and spots of darker color across his hide as if marbled stone. In the sun though, his hide shines with brilliant blues and greens in spots, with hints of yellow and purple as well, marking him clearly as a color of his own.
The Ink Spots Egg