Rebirth (68th Dragon Hatching, PC)

A large natural cavern found by the initial expedition. It has been cleared out and filled with sand. Naturally flowing hotspring pools inside the cavern keeps this cavern warm enough for dragon eggs, but also makes it very humid with all the steam from the hotspring waters.
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Fri Jun 15, 2018 3:02 am

When the garnet approached them, Soleius thought that this would be it for Cecily. She had been standing just a few turns, and was already complaining about the duration, but this time she would Impress….until she didn’t. Then the carnage started, and Soleius thought that he had seen Hatchings with this many injuries before, but he wasn’t sure it had always been from just one dragonet.

Of course, he was relieved when the garnet Impressed to a woman in the stands, and he actually remembered her, she had been a candidate turns before but got too old to stand. Yes, he could stay in the Weyr, and keep hoping, especially at this Weyr, where it seemed like that happened at least once for a clutch. But really, how long was he supposed to wait before just...getting started with his real life?

Maybe Cecily had a point. Maybe it made sense for her to go to the flotilla too, work on her craft, present herself at every pearl hatching, but never worry about time running out for her. “I’m sorry,” he said, awkwardly, to her. “I really thought the garnet was going to choose you.” But then, what did he know, really. He watched more of the Hatching, but he realized that this time he felt more like a spectator than a candidate. He was done. He hadn’t heard about the pearls savaging people at their Hatching, probably because they could comfortably live without people, and he certainly hadn’t heard about any pressure attached to trying to Impress. Caerus could get around on his own two feet now – without the cane, even, and there was nothing else holding him here.

“Since I have a potential mentor at the flotilla, maybe I could ask him what need they have for leathercrafters,” he offered, aware that he had been rather cool to her. “You might even be able to help design harnesses for the pearls, since they’ve never needed to wear them before.” He looked at the hatchlings again, watched as they all hatched and chose. The dark pewter-that-wasn’t looked him over, and he held his breath for a moment before the little one moved on. Two eggs left. Just two, and then he was giving up on dragons entirely.

Var’n had returned his focus to Quiloth when he was sure that the garnet would make it, and that was as it should be. The area near the food was filling with new weyrlings, and Quiloth was still eating, still hungry, but no longer convinced that his belly was going to turn inside out and consume him in desperation, when the ink spots egg hatched. Something caught Quiloth’s attention, so Var’n looked over, curious. Ah, another pewter apparently, the second for the clutch, it made sense that Quiloth would notice his brother, though the other shimmered with hints of other colors in the glowlight. The hatchling had just as much trouble finding his person as the garnet had, though, and Var’n watched helplessly while Quiloth chewed mechanically.

Then he spread those gorgeous wings, and Var’n saw the bright colors, and this baby might look closer to a pewter than any other color, but he was unique. And he apparently had figured out who he wanted, but couldn’t get into the stands, hurting himself in the attempt before stepping back, and staring someone down. Who? Var’n looked up into the stands for motion, surely the hatchling had called out to her person, but there was a lot of motion, as everyone looked around for the baby’s new weyrling.

Even R’fael was showing an interest, moving around, looking… no. Coming down to the sands, vaulting over the low wall.

Rushing to the hatchling.

Var’n exhaled the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. That….that was….

You know my brother's chosen, Quiloth recognized from Var’n’s reaction. He surprises you?

“He’s my brother,” Var’n agreed, looking up to try to meet Finn’s eyes across the sands. He had not expected this, and for the most part it was a relief. R’fael would certainly not try….again.

But that didn’t mean that he would be completely ok. Var’n would have more excuses to spend time with the older man, though, now that they would be weyrlings together. And R’fael would have a much harder time hiding his feelings with a dragon in his head again. This wouldn’t fix everything, but it almost certainly gave them a route to seeing R’fael stable.
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Fri Jun 15, 2018 4:11 pm

Two eggs.

After all the chaos, commotion, pain, and joy...it all came down to two eggs left. The Snake Tracks Egg and The Mud Bath Egg were all that remained, one much larger than the other. There'd been much speculation what the largest egg of the clutch held. Bets had been made from garnet, to a sport, to some holders even daring to guess gold though there was no sign from Andromedath that it was a queen egg.

It wasn't long before the warm shell of The Snake Tracks Egg began to shake harder. However, it seemed as if it was trying to not draw too much attention to itself. Piece by piece the shell began to fall away in an unassuming manner. Most eyes were on it, finally the truth would be known about this egg and what was in it. Well, perhaps, if it would be a little faster with hatching. All of the eggs had had their own way of hatching this time around, but this egg seemed to be purposefully making people wait to see what it was.

When the last piece of shell hiding the dragonet inside fell away there were all sorts of sounds from the onlookers. Some people groaned as they had lost money on a bet and others cheered for the bets they had won. None of that mattered to the shining hide of the newly hatched dragon who now looked around her and surveyed the area. She didn't speak though as she got to her feet and gently shook the goo and shell from her glistening hide. She noted that she was one of the last, but that didn't bother her. The only remaining egg she approached and then rested her head against. Whatever she said to the sibling inside was not heard by anyone.

With a nuzzle against the darker shell she left it to go in search of the one that was perfect for her. Where many of her siblings had made a show of going from person to person, or some even panicking or fighting over the white clad candidates, she did none of that. She sat in the middle of those that remained and gave them all a good look over. It was only a moment before she was up again and moving, though she didn't move to anyone in the circle. Instead, she was sure to carefully avoid bumping into any of the remaining candidates.

There was no panic, no worry, she merely knew that hers was not on the sands but out in the crowd. She got to one spot on the wall and looked up expectantly. Then, with a deep sigh, almost of annoyance but not really, she finally decided to speak. While I can appreciate the intelligence of having a better view from up there, it really does make it far more inconvenient for me to get to you. Her voice was full of strength and carried easily to the person she was now looking at intently. I do believe it would be far easier for you to come to me. While I've no doubt I could make it up the stairs, that seems unwise considering my legs are weak from hunger and I doubt my wings would fit as easily through the crowd as you would. She went on to point out as her eyes turned to the rainbow of impression. Please, though, take your time getting down, dear Dirce. I would be remiss if in your excitement you would hurt yourself. My name is Sandalphonth. I know our journey has just begun, but there is much to do and learn. I do believe enough our my siblings and their riders have been injured this day.
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Dirce (Ember)
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Fri Jun 15, 2018 6:06 pm

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At last, the time for the largest egg of the clutch had arrived. Raevin, among many of the remaining candidates, practically shook with anticipation as the egg took its sweet time to hatch. As chips of shell flaked away carefully so as not to reveal the secrets within, Raevin couldn't help but shift in place, changing his weight from foot to foot impatiently. This was one of two eggs left, and the largest egg in the clutch, and he was one who believed this egg would hold a bronze. Perhaps a bronze that would choose him! He still held onto that dream tightly, especially now as the largest egg of teh clutch chose to hatch.

It took a while, but soon the metallic hide was unmistakable, and Raevin... couldn't quite hide his disappointment. He let out the breath he'd been holding, his chest deflating a little. He knew he should be happy for any dragon that hatched, no matter the color or if they chose him or not. Any dragon to hatch was a blessing. However, he still felt a bit disappointed that the largest egg held not a large bronze, but a large Zultanite. In fact, Raevin would swear that egg had been just a bit too big for that hatchling, after all, the two larger bronzes had come from slightly smaller eggs, but then again, dragon eggs weren't always what they seemed on the outside.

He watched as the hatchling quietly went about her business though, sitting in the middle of the candidates and looking them all over before moving along away from them. Another stands impression? Raevin frowned as he watched the Zultanite go to the stands, marking the third dragon to do so this hatching. Sure, he'd seen stands Impressions before, some had more than others, but he couldn't help how he felt when he watched another dragon leave the candidates here go off and choose someone that had not paid their dues in candidacy. The one the garnet chose he was sure he had recognized as a past candidate though, to be fair. Still, watching a third dragon not choose any of the candidates present left him feeling more than a tad jealous.

After a moment, he took a breath and looked toward the last egg. Smaller than many of the others, but would this final egg hold some sort of surprise for the remaining candidates?
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Fri Jun 15, 2018 6:09 pm

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From his perch high up on the ledges with his dragon, the man had to admit that he hadn't perhaps gotten the best view of the Hatching. There were details that he could see and details that he couldn't see, but he had Rhovanioth there to help him glean the things that he couldn't. The first to hatch had been a strong bronze, though he noticed that his own dragon had given a huff of discontent at the sight of the younger beast. Likely due to the fact that the bronze was still feeling some hurt over his loss, but also likely due to the fact that his beast was prideful and felt that a clutch he would have sired would have been larger. You’ll show them soon enough, Rho. Don't worry so much about it. And with that, the pair fell silent for a time, watching the Hatching below them with a modicum of interest on the bronze’s part.

When the first pyrite and opal pair hatched, D’aen found himself far more interested in the pair than Rhovanioth seemed at first. They were stunning, these colors so unique to Atricis, and he watched as the pyrite found his chosen with little trouble. The opal, however, seemed more content to wait for the time being. It wasn't long, however, until a blue and brown hatched, the blue Impressing while the brown, seemingly upset with his brother’s choice, charged at the smaller hatchling. The blue was quick, biting the brown’s foreleg and sending him toppling over onto another candidate in the process. Oof, that had to hurt, the young man thought with a wince as the opal rushed over, helping her brother rise back to his feet as several healers and candidates came to the aid of the candidate the brown had fallen on. Even from the height D’aen was at, he could see the green ichor and red blood staining the lad’s robes. But they would both be fine, he noted as the brown Impressed to the lad, but only after the healers started carting the boy off to tend to his wounds. It was then that he realized that the opal had Impressed as well, to a candidate that was rather familiar to him.

Ah, so Fyrnella Impressed! I’m glad, he commented to Rhovanioth, the bronze nodding his approval as he offered a welcoming croon to the young female. He would have to congratulate the girl properly later, of course, but nearly toppling off of the ledge would certainly not be the way to do it. Soon afterward, another brown and blue hatched and Impressed with few problems, and before long, half of the eggs were gone, many of the candidates Impressed and content with their newfound dragons. The next surprise for D’aen was the arrival of the garnet, as well as the fear that welled up in him when he noticed her vibrant hide start to gray with lost hope. Thankfully, however, the little female leapt up into the stands, finding her rider there, and D’aen allowed himself a sigh of relief at the fact that the garnet wouldn't be lost to them.

Eggs continued to hatch, revealing one gorgeous hatchling after another, and at last there were only two eggs left. The largest egg split open then, the contents spilling out onto the sand and revealing a hatchling that was unmistakable for anything else. A zultanite, the second one to hatch, who quickly called to her rider in the stands as well. And with that, there was only one, but the bronzerider’s eyes kept finding themselves drifting to Fyrn and her opal from time to time. The opal was such a pretty little thing, and the urge to meet her was growing by the minute. Well, there would be time for that after the Hatching, and after both he and Fyrn had gotten a decent amount of rest. Honestly, young dragons had a habit of choosing the worst hours to hatch during.
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Nali didn't complain as the master healer picked her up. She did wince a bit from the pain in her bleeding leg, but it was unavoidable. When Rath spoke to Vohmanath, the pyrite let out a happy hatchling trumpet and then followed along with his wobbly gait as best as he could. Nali kept an eye on him as Rathiran took her off to be seen by another healer that actually worked on humans. Once set down, Vohamanath frolicked over to her and crooned happily, giving her cheek a nuzzle.

"Thank you," she told Rathirn, both for bringing her over and for his kind words. She felt a sense of pride when he spoke too, realizing the truth to his words. After growing up dreaming about following in the footsteps of her parents, she was going to finally be able to do that.

Once settled, the healer that met them introduced themself and began to work on Nali's leg. While that happened, someone else retrieved some food for Vohamanath from the feeding area so the not-so-little pyrite wouldn't have to wait much longer for his first meal. The eggs hatched behind them, but Nali only had eyes for Vohamanath now, only taking her gaze from him when she winced from the pain of the healer working on her leg. The numbweed at least helped, but sometimes it still hurt, but luckily Vohamanath was easy to reassure and go back to feeding bit by bit as the healer finished up with her leg.

"You're good to go. I had to put in several stitches in a few places, so you'll need to have them removed in a few sevendays. For now, take it easy on your leg so you don't tear the stitches and keep the wounds dry and clean for at least a few days. I'm wrapping your leg in some bandages too to help it stay clean as well. If any of your wounds start to swell, turn red, or feel hot, come to the infirmary right away, ok?"

Nali nodded to the healer's words, hearing them and having to focus her mind from Vohamanath to actually comprehend what she was being told. Soon, Nali and Vohamanath were left so that Nali could focus on feeding him better as the hatching reached close to its end.
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Fri Jun 15, 2018 9:18 pm

Fyrn who had been feeding Diosidath at the side finally had a few moments to herself, the little opal was full and now fast asleep propped up next to her leg. She herself was kind of short and all so it looked like she would be able to pick up and move her bonded in a bit.... How would that work though? Honestly whatever lessons they were taught about what would happen right after hatching for those impressed flew out of her head. Maybe sleep, maybe have to go move stuff first, or maybe someone would help? Her eyes went a little wide, she would have to find someone to take care of Gemmer and Mossay too oh shoot.

Though none of it could be done yet so her eyes started to roam the hatching sands and now seen just how many hatchlings had come out and impressed. Many of those she knew and had met impressed as well, a warm feeling emerged within her chest. While unable to really call them friends? Well maybe now she could move towards that direction, a silly little smile on her face. Though the injuries made her wince, as a healer she wanted to go over and help but she couldn't... Nevermind there was plenty of healers and even the master healer was here especially for that one who was walked all over.

Even another healer had impressed, which inwardly she was grateful for since if this was to set the mood for the rest of their training... they would need all the healers they could get. Now though there was one last egg, the largest one had hatched the last zultanite but now it seemed a very much smaller one was there and seemed so alone. The little beauty had even went over to comfort it? Well that was good then that meant they were awake and viable hopefully? Personally she knew there were dud eggs or dead in the shell for reasons but hoped that there would be none this hatching. There was already so much blood on the sands, she didn't want more blood to be spilt technically speaking.
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Barely a glance was spared at the healer while she worked, cutting at the robe and examining the wound, or for Sunaia who quickly stood aside to give the healer the space that Daela had refused to budge. She could however, feel from each of them a sort of determination each their own, for the healer to get the job done quickly and efficiently, and for the other candidate to protect her fellows while they were vulnerable. Each of them, gave unto the gifted girl a strength that she needed very much in this moment and she 'borrowed' their determination to keep a smile on her face and the tears from her eyes as she watched over Varric.


A slender hand twined with his own, bloodied fingers clinging to his and she never intended to let go until she absolutely had to. His eyes had a faraway sort of look, and she could sense the way he mind began to grow fuzzy around the edges. "Stay with me Varric." She whispered softly, words meant only for the ears of the young man she held onto. Her other hand reached up then, finally giving into that secret desire and running her fingers through those blonde locks of hair that had begged for her touch. Soothingly, comfortingly, she stroked through his hair and smiled softly whenever his gaze drifted back toward her.

Silently, Daela assured herself that he was going to pull through this, it was just a rough patch and he'd be back on his feet in his no time, ready with more prose about how she'd stolen his heart with a single dance. The healer didn't seem to be too distressed, or worried in her ministrations and this gave Daela a sense of ease as well, though it was clear this was just a temporary fix until they could give him proper attention back in the Infirmary when this was all over. The young woman resolved she would stay by his side as long as she could, unable to let him go through any of this hurt alone and would be there when he needed her.

It seemed that the goddess above had different plans in store for Daela and the young woman heard Sunaia's voice call out just moments before another voice seemed to caress her mind. Daela. Daela, my dear. None of them have ever called her by name before... Spiced eyes finally lifted from the young man as everything around her seemed to go quiet, the constant vibrations and waves of emotions she'd always felt were suddenly dampened as her other half began to take her place. I see that you are worried, and you are feeling a great deal in your heart and body, but it is I that needs you now. The lad is in capable hands. Worry all you want, but we cannot sit here. I need feeding, now. The command in those words stirred within the young woman and clearly she felt the hatchling's need and hunger as keen as her own, yet her resolve to stay with Varric kept her grounded.

For a moment, Daela was torn between two vows, and as her heart seemed to race inside her chest as she regarded her two loves. Laying beside her was a young man who'd managed to weasel his way into her dreams, into her heart and how was she to abandon him when he was hurting and needed her? And then, there was Israfeth, this beautiful creature that seemed to step from the heavens above and shimmered with the goddess' grace. Her hide was a touchably soft looking shade of cardinal, and the decorated border between the two hues gave her a delicate look, yet the diamond shapes scattered upon her seemed to sparkle coldly like the jewels themselves. She was a dignified creature, and the chimera held herself with a presence that demanded to be paid heed.

The next moment she felt fingers curling into her hand, pulling it away from her and her gaze was drawn back to the young man. "Go with her." Varric pressed her hand against his kiss in a touch that sent her heart racing even faster and tears began to well into the corner of her eyes. "A beautiful creature for my beautiful Dancer. Please take care of her, darling." And as the young man's gaze moved to the dragonet beside her, Daela felt the pull of her hatchling as well. "I can't leave him though..." The harper started though her breath seemed to catch in her throat and the words were barely above a whisper.

You can, and you will Daela. came the steadfast reply from the chimera, the hatchling's gaze unwavering on the young woman. Even through the rainbow swirls in those facets, the reds and oranges of irritation seemed to be a bit more prominent. I accept that this man means much to you, though there isn't much you can do for him and plenty you can do for me right now. The rosy dragonet bespoke, taking just the barest step closer, the sparkle of her nose coming in to nudge gently against the girl's shoulder.

Daela felt a sob choke in her throat, the clenching of her heart as she felt herself torn in two, knowing that Israfeth was right... she had a feeling the chimera would always be right. Her hand in Varric's held a little tighter though, that last little act of desparation to hold onto him for as long as she could, beause it would be her last for a while now. In the end though, she knew she had to let go and just as she took a quieting breath, they were joined by another beautiful soul.

The little brown dragonet had slunk in and crouched beside the prone young man, drawing Daela's eyes and her jaw seemed to slacken in awe and surprise. She'd been so wrapped up in Israfeth and her own dilemma that she'd barely heard the other hatchlings' declarations and never even thought... yet here she was, a fawn brown that was just as reluctant to leave the man's side as she was. A tender smile finally flickered over her lips as the tears threatened to fall down her cheeks, and she couldn't be sure which emotion had prompted them. In this little bubble of their world, they were each surrounded by the love of their bondeds, and each other, yet it was bubble that wouldn't last long.

I will stay with him, go with my sister now. The little fawn brown spoke to her, gaze lifting for just a moment to regard her and the chimera before settling back upon her chosen. Beside her, Israfeth gave an agreeing rumble and gave the girls' shoulder another nudge with her nose, a little more forceful this time. Indeed, come along now Daela. The rosy dragonet added, even going so far as to brush passed the young woman as if ready to keep walking and leave her behind if Daela didn't keep up.

"Coming Israfeth." The southerner said almost instinctively as she was summoned, yet her gaze lingered for another final moment on V'ric and his very own dragonet. Her hand gave his another squeeze and then reluctantly she slipped her fingers from his and scooted back carefully. "I promise I wont be far away, and when they are both fed and content, we can talk. I'll see you soon." The young woman whispered, and had to stop herself from pressing a wanting kiss to his forehead, and instead rose gracefully to her feet and wiped away the tears from her cheeks. She had to tear her gaze away, but it settled easily upon the delicate form of her very own dragon, the one who'd come to answer all her prayers.

Together, the chimera and her new rider made their way across the sands, and the young woman's hand drifted to the hatchlings head. Slender fingers stroked along the contours of the rosy white cheek, following the delicate markings and up toward her head knobs. It was there that Daela spied something distinct, a small little silvery knob in the middle of the dragonets' forehead and curious fingers moved to inspect it. What's this? She asked, testing what it was like to think something to the other half of her mind. It was more like a feeling, a question in her mind that the chimera responded to in kind.

Why it's my horn of course, haven't you seen one before? A horn? Umm... no actually, I think yours would be the first. Well it's not much to make a fuss about yet, but in time you'll see. The two bespoke as they walked, the young woman smiling softly as they approached the rest of the new weyrlings. As they were toward the end of the Hatching now, there were plenty of others around each with they hatchlings and contently feeding them and she could feel the hunger brewing within Israfeth once more. She didn't have to look about though as a man with a friendly smile and feathery hair offered her a bucket that was nearly full of meat and a congratulations on her beautiful dragon before he ushered her to take a seat with all the rest.

A little lost, Daela stood there for a moment, looking about at all the other new weyrlings and their wonderfully hued dragonets and could feel that everything seemed to be buzzing around her with the blissful emotions of those falling head over heels in love with their bondeds. A nudge from her side was all that was needed as Israfeth headbutted her and then began to lead the way to an empty seat beside one of her bronze siblings, and Daela blushed softly as she scurried after the rosy dragonet. As she stepped up closer, she only just realized who'd be sitting beside and her cheeks flushed to nearly match the cardinal hue of her chimera. A smile flashed toward Tyran... T'ran as she settled down into the bench beside him, Israfeth sitting back on her haunches and staring down the bucket of meat with an unwavering impatience.

Without needing any further prompting, and without even once feeling squeamish about the raw meat in her hands after they were already coated in blood, Daela took out the first chunk of meat and offered it to Israfeth. The hatchling nipped at it, teeth snatching it ever so quickly and Daela nearly jerked her hand back, though she instinctively knew that Isra would never hurt her. The hunger gnawed at her belly too, yet they'd been told many times to pace their hatchlings' during this first meal and so she stuck to her lessons as she proffered the next bite only after Isra had taken the time to chew and swallow the first.

"Congratulations on your bronze, and the first to Hatch. You must be quite proud." Daela could finally find the words to speak up to the new bronze weyrling beside her and her gaze drifted to the handsome creature with the masked face and clockwork wings. "He is stunning too." She added, though a moment later her hand was being nipped at and she picked up another piece of meat to give the impatient chimera.

From the corner of her eye she saw the healers carrying him and her breath seemed to catch in her throat once more as her gaze flickered away briefly. They laid him down nearby, just on the outskirts of the weyrling group where he could tend to his fawn brown, but V'ric would be under the care of the healers for a time as well and she knew she had to have patience. Little did the young woman know that Rumith had called out to them either, asking of the chimera to come when they could. In time sister. First, we must eat and yours must be tended to. When all has settled, we will be able to allow ours to talk. Israfeth responded, the barest hint of a rumble of hunger and knew her sister must be feeling it too. Now was not the time for idle fancies, but to eat and heal and when they got to be bathed and oiled, then they could rest and relax.

Another flutter of color caught her eye, and as the newest weyrling approached, Daela couldn't stop the wide smile that etched over her lips even as she prodded for another bite from Isra. Sunaia! It was Sunaia, with a gorgeous starkly colored hatchling that echoed of a sunset over a field of snow. Oh she was beautiful! And yet the thought received a grumble from the hatchling before her, and her free hand moved to caress the rosy headknobs and fluttered over that unique slivery bump on her forehead. None will ever be as breathtaking as you my love. Have no fear. and with that, Israfeth took another nip at her food with a satisfied huff as she chewed.
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Sat Jun 16, 2018 12:12 am

All eyes seemed to focus on this final egg, the tension in the cavern building as those candidates still on the Sands dared to hope this would be the one for them and those in the Stands wondered what was the last surprise this clutch had in store for them. The last egg was not even the prettiest among them either, laying amidst the shards that once displayed such works of art was The Mud Bath Egg, the most dull and unremarkable of them all.

The egg gave a little jolt in it's wallow and bounced once, twice, three times as it realized it's time had come. The eagerness of the hatchling only served to knock the egg free from the wallow as it came down the third time onto the lip and teetered over the edge and the whole thing went tumbling through the remaining shards of the clutch around it. Rolling free, the egg wobbled over the Sands and only came to rest finally with it bounced against the mother golds' leg, cracking the shell slightly in the process.

From within a tapping could be heard and the cracks quickly spread as the hatchling chipped away at it until they encompassed the whole curved peak of the top of the egg. With another mighty shove, the piece gave way and revealed a striped blue head that peeked out and gave a creel of delight. That was fun! Do it again! The little blue hatchling declared, looking up at the golden giant beside him and mewled happily at her. Dark little blue paws reached over the lip of the shell as if holding on tight as he yipped at his mother and then ducked back down into the egg. With a playful snort, the golden mother seemed to oblige and with a gentle push of her nose, sent the egg wobbling back over the shards and towards the candidates instead. Even as he tumbled, the hatchling gave out a gleeful trumpet and it only faded when the egg came to a rolling stop at the foot of one of the candidates.

Sliding out of his make shift ride, the striped blue spilled out onto the sands and even though he tried to get his feet to work, he couldn't see to which of the eight were his own. Were they all his feet? Whoa, that made me dizzy. The hatchling mumbled as he took a moment to himself to let the world stop spinning for a moment and focus on only four feet. He had four feet.

Now that he was free from his shell though, all could see that despite the unremarkable appearance of the egg shell, the hatchling within was quite the remarkable blue indeed. Though some may whisper that wasn't really the same surprise as had come before him, he was still rather striking in his own way. His colors embodied the oceans and all that was in it, from the stripes and light speckles that spoke of the fish in the sea, to the pale purple coral that crept up his legs and underbelly, to the visage of a spraying wave crashing upon the underside of his wing, he was the oceans incarnate. There we go, pretty sure the world wasn't meant to be all wibbly wobbly like that. The blue said as he finally picked himself up onto his feet and stood for a solid moment or two and glanced about himself as if satisfied he'd recovered from his wild ride.

He could see that everyone was watching him, all faces above the white robes were glued on him and even those watching seemed to wait on him with bated breath. The hatchling gave a look this way, and a look that way along the rows of candidates. Well, I'm sorry if some of you were expecting me to be something else. I am just me, a humble blue, here to make my own way, sorry to disappoint. The ocean blue seemed to say with a huff as he felt some of the crowds began to lose interest in what was not another surprise and just another blue. And with a toss of his head, that may or may not have made his first step falter some, the hatchling pushed into the rows of candidates and began to work his way through them, knowing that one of them wouldn't be so disappointed in him.

The striped blue paused for a moment beside a group of healer that were fussing over an older lad, moving him onto some kind of board and the hatchling looked on curiously for a moment. I hope you are not hurt too badly there lad, there are still big things in store for you. The perky voice said to Laikanurianto as the healers settled him onto the board. The coral and speckled tail swished to and fro as he looked on for a moment, pondering the possibility, but no, there was someone else out there who pulled on him stronger. Ah, no, not with me, yet there will always be more and when the right one comes, you'll know. The little blue added almost cryptically as he rose back to his feet, head turning toward where he could sense something that just felt so right. Chin up man. The hatchling said in farewell as he continued his path and walked away from the young man and the healers, moving further into the candidates.

And you too! Just because my hide doesn't shine doesn't mean I couldn't be the one for you. The ocean dragonet practically barked out as he pranced over to stand in front of Raevin and very nearly nuzzled the lad, but pulled away at the last moment. Who am I kidding, keep the dream alive kid! Maybe one day, you'll surprise them all. Wont that be a kick? The hatchling seemed to huff and snort as if he were chuckling as he edged passed the candidate, nipping playfully at the lad's robe before skipping away.

The ocean blue had barely seen where he was going and thankfully stopped himself just shy of running into Kyrielle and instead only seemed to nudge into the girl. Oops, sorry there pretty lady, didn't mean to run into you... or did I? There was mirth in his tone as he looked up at the candidate with the long brown locks, regarding her for a moment longer than the others. Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing, I could just gobble you up. Yes I could. The striped blue mused happily as he took a nip at her robe, chewing it thoughtfully for a moment before he felt that familiar tug once more, and it wasn't coming from her. Perhaps another time lovely. The dragonet said as he let go of the robe with a croon and then took a few prancing steps away from the girl, not entirely meaning to leave her so abruptly like that. He just, knew where to find the right one for him now.

His steps were light and easy as he pranced past a few more candidates, and then promptly flopped himself at the feet of his chosen one and began to paw at those fleshy feet carefully. I had to travel soooo far just to reach you. You should carry your Chinolth to the food, I'm tired now, and maybe still a little dizzy. The little blue mewled as that gaze lifted to the one who crouched down next to him and the rainbows of Impression raced through his facets. The blue crooned lovingly and nuzzled against the once candidate and began to almost hum in delight.
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-:- Impressed To -:-
??? (Adoptable)
-:- Personality -:-
Devious, Appreciative, Trusting, Flexible, Eccentric
-:- Color Codes -:-
#2F62C1 / #2C3665 / #BAD1FE / #3183A2 / #BA90f7
-:- Final Size -:-
34 ft.

Hatched from - ImageThe Mud Bath Egg
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Title: Plot Enabler
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Sat Jun 16, 2018 1:58 am

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It didn't take long for things to dawn on Dirce that her brother and sister would likely be left standing. After the beautiful pair of pyrite and opal had Impressed to an injured girl she recognized as Nali and someone she didn't quite know, she had the cut feeling both Cariden and Sedna would walk away disappointed (Cariden perhaps more than Sedna, who had been bouncing and thrilled just for the chance to be on the sands for the first time). She watched their progression on the sands, noticing that the opal hardly left her brother's side, and it was such a sweat and endearing image, even if it came at such a price - his rider was injured, and from her vantage point, Dirce thought the injury looked to be a painful one. Thankfully the healer with her was on top of it, and soon enough the group of them were being led off the sands, to hopefully be treated and fed. She smiled, glad to see that was tended to, and with a nod she turned in time to see the next egg in the clutch hatch.

And from it came something she had never seen before. Really, she didn't think anyone had and from the reaction in the crowd, she suspected she was right. It looked to be a... chimera? If she remembered the term right, though she had never seen one hatched herself. She knew of one that existed in the Weyr already, an pyrite-opal, but that was the only one she'd ever seen in her lifetime. Beyond that, she hadn't known they were even possible more than once, but now there was a beautiful one, made of garnet and pewter, from the looks of it, and she was something else. So calm and certain as she made her way forward through the candidates, coming find herself near one of the injured candidates. It was to one named Daela, she remembered her brother saying, that she would bond herself to, and Dirce thought the match was a good one. She did wonder what would become of the prone man on the ground, though she wouldn't need to wait for long...

The brown that came was decidedly not male at all, as was apparent when it started to speak. Dirce wouldn't have believed it herself had it not been for the male green that had hatched earlier. She watched it for a moment, then a moment longer, needing to see what the man would do in response to the Impression made upon him. It was clear how much the young thing adored him already, and she felt her heart sing for him as the bond was made whole by them - she could not see his face, but she was certain there was a smile even through the pained expression he must have worn. It wasn't long before he was tended to by the healer with him, then taken off of the sands and to the lines, where she knew the young dragon would be seen to. Poor thing, having to worry about her rider like that, but at least he would be fine, she thought, that was a comfort to be thankful for.

The little brown wasn't the only surprise, just as the chimeric beauty wasn't either. Next came something that could never - and, Dirce was certain, would never - be seen on Pern again. She couldn't tell what color it was or even if there was a color that could be used to describe it. All she knew was that there was pureness to it, and something like the sun setting in its wings and markings, a little darkness as well along its wings and tail and head. The dragon, a female from the sound of its voice, was beautiful through and through, and she was in awe of it as it made its way through the candidates. But she didn't linger, not for long, and it seemed she knew who she wanted clear enough. Another Impression successfully made, another egg successfully hatched. She tried to count how many were left and she did a fine enough job of it. She glanced against towards the strange beauty and smiled, wondering if any other "oddities" were held in the shells.

She knew she shouldn't have thought that so quickly, because soon after she had, yet another spilled from the shell, this one looking like nothing more than a dark pewter until... oh, the light hit him just so and his hide light up and he looked just... amazing. It was clear that he wasn't a pewter then, but something unique all of his own, something delightful. Whoever Impressed him would be fortunate to have such a colorful creature with them. Except it didn't seem as though it was going to be someone from the sands. The creature was nearing the stands, and Dirce watched in amusement as the man the dragon was apparently calling out to vaulted over the wall and landed on the sand below. She grinned to herself, very much glad she had chosen a seat so high up now. It would mean waiting until last to leave, certainly, but it would give her a few precious moments to nurse her head also as she waited for the rest of the stands to clear themselves away.

Then they were down to just two eggs, the larger egg that had caused such speculation among the candidates and Weyr, and a smaller egg that looked bathed in mud. She watched, along with the rest of the Weyr, as the larger egg started to hatch, and as the shell came away, it brought forth a large zultanite who looked even too large to have been contained within the shell she had rested in. Dirce smiled, thinking the creature must be relieved to be out of her little prison, and now she'd be able to find her rider, the one that was meant for her. She took the time to nuzzle against the smaller egg, speaking to it - or so it seemed - before moving to sit within the center of the group of remaining candidates. Dirce wondered what she was thinking, who she would choose, as she had with all the dragons that had hatched so far. Just as she would with the final egg when (and hopefully if) it hatched.

But then she got up, and she came towards the wall... and Dirce was certain she was looking up... towards... her... While I can appreciate the intelligence of having a better view from up there, it really does make it far more inconvenient for me to get to you. The voice was in her head, speaking to her. Was it speaking to anyone else? Dirce tried to look around, but she was riveted to the little zultanite, and unable to take her gaze away from her. I do believe it would be far easier for you to come to me. While I've no doubt I could make it up the stairs, that seems unwise considering my legs are weak from hunger and I doubt my wings would fit as easily through the crowd as you would. No, that voice was definitely in her head. There was no doubt about it. Her mind was on fire, as much as she was feeling something press gently against it, trying to meld with it. She wasn't trying to push it away, but she was questioning it, just as she was standing, and going towards it.

And there it was, rainbows, the locking of souls. The irreversible twining of minds. Dirce was careful as she continued to make her way through the people sitting between her and the stairs, equally as careful as she took the stairs down, and still the voice continued. Please, though, take your time getting down, dear Dirce. I would be remiss if in your excitement you would hurt yourself. My name is Sandalphonth. I know our journey has just begun, but there is much to do and learn. I do believe enough our my siblings and their riders have been injured this day. She didn't rush, not really, not until she got to the last few steps, and even then she was careful to watch what she was doing. She crouched down in front of Sandalphonth and was rewarded with a croon and a nuzzle. Good. I'm glad that you took your time. No more hurts today. She touched her nose to Dirce's forehead. We will need to do something about this while I eat.

Dirce wanted to argue, that her headache could wait. Sandalphonth needed to come first, she always would from this point forward. But the zultanite seemed so firm and forward in her feelings and opinion that she just couldn't push the point. She smiled and stood, wiping at her face when she realized there were tears there. "We will." She knew they could have lingered there a moment or two longer, but she wasn't going to make the little dragon wait, not when the hunger was gnawing at her own belly, and so she led the way over to the sides, where food was waiting. Sure enough, while she was feeding the little creature, she received a gentle reminder about her head, and chuckled as she asked a healer about it. A little numbweed was placed on her temples, and while it didn't help completely, it took away the worst of it for now, and soothed Sandalphonth for the time being.

This was going to take time to get used to. She hadn't expected it in the slightest. Impression had been out of the question for her for ages. She had never intended to be a rider, but now she was one, and she wouldn't take it back. She loved Sandalphont, more than she had ever thought she could love something in her life. She was going to have to find someone to watch over Inkspell and Icehide, her siblings, there would be no more crafting... She rubbed the back of her neck and offered another chunk of meat to the zultanite as she ate daintily. So much to look forward to, so much to be uncertain of... She reached out to stroke the still damp headknobs, but no, it was real, it wasn't a dream. It was never going to be the same again, and right now, in this moment, she wasn't sure how she felt about that immediately.
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Sat Jun 16, 2018 3:09 am

*Halimila & Arduinnath*
Tagging: Aranrod & Zenith


It might have been slow going to most as the four of them worked their way across the Sands to the feeding area, for Halimila they seemed to be moving at a crawl. With the gnawing hunger and worry from Arduinnath and her own somewhat dizzy state, the brunette girl truly felt as if she was holding everyone back. However just as she had the idea flicker across her mind she could feel the press of Arduinnath’s mind against her own. None of that dear. We’re making good pace, aren’t we sister? The young green said leaving her words open to be heard by all. “I… I’m sorry,” Mila offered with a flush, “I just know how hungry you are, Arduinnath. I can only imagine how hungry your sister is,” She continued glancing at her friend and her Zultanite.

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Tagging: Alastair & Galana
While he kept wiggling his toes against the now itchy sand, Laikanu wondered if anyone would let him know how things were going with the eggs. The snippets of conversations he could hear around him let the prone young man know that the hatching was nearing its last eggs…. And with them his last chances. A huff of frustration left the fighter just moments before another’s voice broke into his pity-party. The first few words from the male’s voice had Laikanu half-grinning against the sand. No little guy, it’s supposed to be inside me, He joked back from within his own mind not daring to trust his voice. His grin grew as he wanted to thank the young male…. Only for his heart to break a bit more as the young male admitted that Laikanurinato wasn’t his rider. A snort of disbelief left the injured man then as his mind began to distance itself from this hatching. He’d been a part of enough of them to realize that his chances were pretty much null now.

When the male healer returned, Laikanu forced his mind away from such dark thoughts to focus on the good things. He still had some feeling in his legs and toes despite the heat and the spreading numbness from the wounds on his back. He took that as a good sign, a sign that he’d be able to move about on his own once everything was said and done… Chin up, huh? Can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that refrain in some verse or another, He spat in the solitariness of his own mind.

The darker thoughts though were a good enough distraction from the thoughts of his recovery time. He wasn’t the sort to take bed-rest very well. Especially enforced bed rest on his own… He realized then that he wouldn’t have family around to distract him this time…. He… It would just be Tui. Mila had her green now… She had little need of him….

He grew lost in his thoughts and his absent minded wiggling of his toes. So lost that he barely noted that there was only one egg left. That another odd-green girl had Impressed to someone else. In fact the sulking young man would have liked to have forgotten this hatching all together and probably would have if it wasn’t for yet another masculine voice breaking into his chain of thought.

“What’s up with them telling me I’m not the one?” He grumbled aloud as the blue moved off to find his partner somewhere else. “As if I couldn’t tell already,” Lai added grumpily. “Chin up,” He muttered sarcastically with an edge in his voice that wasn’t exactly nice. “Last chance is a last chance.” With those bitter words, Laikanu snapped his mouth shut with a clack of his teeth and closed his eyes against the world. “Just get it over with,” He said a bit louder to the healers who were taking entirely too long to get him on that board of theirs.
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