Dawn of a New Age (mystery hatching)

[Ember]

Iskierka had been the one to find the assortment of nests while exploring one day and she’d been keeping an eye on them. So that was why those strange avians had been coming and going so much lately. She didn’t know much about avians but she figured that it was preparation of some kind. Curious, the woman had started to keep an eye on the nests. The creatures seemed rather intelligent and she's never seen an avian group hatching before so...why not? Some time during her watching one of the adults had slowly begun to approach her.

She wasn't sure why she bothered but she tossed a few scraps of her meal at it - meat from her sandwich, they appeared to be meat eaters - and the bird simply stared at it. "Suit yourself then. Don't let me hear you complaining that I'm cruel," she told it, knowing full well it couldn't speak to her. The...male? female? "What are you? Male?" Oh, that got a response. The avian puffed up and made a rouch chirp that Iskierka figured substituted for a 'yes.' That only reinforced the fact that they were intelligent enough avians in Iskierka's mind.

There was suddenly a lot of noise coming from the nests and Iskierka actually jumped slightly, startled. Avians were rushing back to their nests, chirping and squacking (though minimally, it sounded quite loud with so many doing it) and even her little companion was alert...more alert. He snapped up the tossed meat and settled by her side on the rock she was sitting on. "So what's going on? Those babies hatching or something?" All she received was a look in return so she went back to observing. Except..."There's something wrong. Those two nests don't have any..." Then she realized why. They were the closest nests to her. Yeah, she didn't need that on her conscience.

May I inform everyone that there are two abandoned nests of those wild avians nearby. They appear to be hatching. Their location is... Ioth continued on to describe, with Iskierka's help, the relative location from the main hall. Mine also says to bring mashed up meat. That appeared to be what the parents were feeding the hatchlings that were coming out. It was kind of hard to tell though.

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Thanksgiving Eggs
01. Turkey Egg: Hatched - Bonded to Meira
02. Stuffing Egg: Hatched - Bonded to Darya
03. Cranberry Sauce Egg: Hatched - Bonded to Hoayamae
04. Pumpkin Pie Egg: Hatched - Bonded to M'kai
05. Mashed Potatoes Egg: Hatched - Bonded to E'rro

[Ember]

Thanksgiving Clutch

Among the many nests of the unique avians found at Burimyu, two seem to have been abandoned by the parents due to humans being too close to their nests. Five eggs sit in these two nests and are most definitely hatching. Who will care for the babies now that the parents are gone?

Thanksgiving Eggs

01. Turkey Egg: The Turkey Egg is easily the largest amongst the eggs though perhaps not the most eye catching. It is a rather plain egg as far as colour goes. It’s a lovely but even golden brown colour. What makes this egg interesting at all is its texture illusions. The shell of this egg looks stretched tight, like skin over muscle. On top of that it kind of looks juicy. So, wet golden skin over muscle. Rest assured, it doesn’t actually feel like that.

02. Stuffing Egg:
One of the oddest looking eggs in the clutch the Stuffing egg falls somewhere in the middle size category for the clutch. the oddness doesn't come from the eggs size as much as it's shape. This egg is lumpy. There is no getting around that. It is only vaguely egg shaped in fact. It could more aptly be compared to some odd shaped pile of objects than an egg. It doesn't even have the saving grace of being a pretty color. Nope instead it is a collage of browns and almost soft yellows inter-dispersed with a few green flecks here or there. In fact now that you take a second look it sort of reminds you of your grandmother's stuffing. Mmmm stuffing.

03. Cranberry Sauce Egg: The Cranberry Sauce Egg is relatively small. It has an almost pretty wine red colour. What makes it slightly unattractive is the lumpy appearance of the egg. While not actually lumpy, there are mock shadows on the egg that makes it seem like there are small, dark lumps in a juicy material. Yes, this egg also looks juicy. Hmm….

04. Pumpkin Pie Egg:
Easily one of the largest eggs in the clutch the pumpkin pie egg has a prominent position in the nest. The bottom portion of the egg is a light golden tanish brown shade, uniform all over, except where it starts to meet the top color. There the two colors meet the tan sort of takes on a almost wave as if holding the other color in like a dam. The top portion of the egg is a almost burnt orange color and this shade seems to have a certain smoothness to it. The very top of the egg is crowned with a white swirl that almost looks like whipped cream. In fact this whole egg looks positively delectable. anyone want a fork?

05. Mashed Potatoes Egg: This small egg is definitely soft looking. Cream-white pillows across the surface of the egg, a very clean matte color; soft shadows across it give it the appearance of being almost fluffy. A dapple of yellow appears at the top, a soft square in shape, nestling in a darker tan color that spills like liquid across the top of the egg and trickles down the sides, forming small impromptu pools as it goes.

[Avu]

Ioth’s appears to have found a nest, Jingth observed. Of avians. It’s interesting—I don’t recall seeing many smaller avians around. Or firelizards, for that matter. I suppose this is where they’ve all been, then. The gold dragon yawned, not quite interested. Avians had never held any particular appeal; too small to make a decent meal, or even a snack, and not intelligent enough to make decent company. Not that Monster had made exceptional company either, but at least the feline had been marginally dignified (read: no fluttering and chirping and caroling at the dawn). They require meat. You’re at the Main Hall, aren’t you? Nobody seems to remember meat, ever.

It was probably fortunate for Meira that Mimic was more than capable, it seemed, of distracting E’rro on his own, the brown curled sleekly around the brownrider’s wrist and talking to him about Faranth-knew-what with an enthusiasm only Mimic could pull off, because she was fairly sure that her lapse in attention at Jingth’s words would’ve been considered incredibly rude otherwise. She considered—would be interesting to see, if nothing else, what kind of avians had opted to use the deserted Weyr as a home rather than the jungle. Intelligent ones, probably—surely most of the unintelligent ones would’ve been scared off by the cold foreignness of the Weyr. And—well, they were just avians.

—Doppeleggbrother ‘n Lililove atta home, Mimic was confiding quietly to E’rro, more than capable of fueling his own conversation in his loneliness, Miss loves much, Riarenhatchling too. You miss? The Salamandyr’s frill flicked hopefully upwards, the brown nosing his muzzle at E’rro’s palm hopefully.

Normally Meira might’ve apologized for her pet’s generous affections, but she hadn’t the heart to when he was still hurting so badly over the separation with Doppelganger and Lilitu. And Riaren. She swallowed the last of the food she’d been eating (not that she ever had much of an appetite lately, but she was a Healer; proper nutrition, and what have you), cleared her throat. “I think I might go see the—hatching,” she said, and shrugged. “It might cheer people up, at least, right?” It was definitely a question—Meira wasn’t sure of her psychology but given that hatchings were generally considered times of hope…“Even if it’s just avians. You want to come? I think Mimic likes you. And Jingth tells me everyone always forgets the meat, so…”

The smile was slow to come, shy. Real, though, which was an improvement on most of them these days—easier to paste on an automatic, mechanical, fake smile than look as lost as she still felt without Riaren. Six months and counting. Everyone always said it would fade, and it never did.

Babies? Mimic perked up visibly, the brown’s head lifting and his wings twitching with excitement. Hatching babies. Wanna see. Please? Instead of immediately scurrying over to Meira, though, he turned his head upwards towards E’rro beseechingly, loathe to give up his new best friend. His tail curled a little more tightly around E’rro’s wrist, the Salamandyr’s nose bumping against his knuckles, tongue flicking out to rasp against the pad of his thumb, Come. Please? See happy, babies are. Another lick, this time to his forefinger. Pleaaase, wingyhealer.




((You can take them to getting meat/down to the actual Hatching if you want, Tashe <243))

[Tashe]

Lunch and a break in the day's council meeting just happened to coincide... and by happened, he meant it was planned exactly to do just that. Normally, E'rro would get his food alone or with one of his select few lunch partners (read: Ka'rys, Iski or Nephele) but today he found himself sitting across from Burimyu's only Goldrider. It was fortunate he could feed himself with either hand because her Brown pet had taken up residence around his wrist and for reasons he could only guess, was regaling him with Salamandyr babble. So, he 'mmm'ed and 'uh-huh'ed in the appropriate spaces to satisfy Mimic as he concentrated on eating. It wasn't that he didn't like the little Brown or was adverse to speaking with him, it was just that any Salamandyr now reminded him of his own. He was vaguely listening to the Brown when the pause in speaking denoted a question. "Mm? Ah... I miss Nuisance. He's stuck back at the Weyr too, just like your friends." He picked his brain for the semi forgotten names but realized Mimic never actually said their full names, except for the Goldrider's young boy. "I know how you feel." Turning the page of the small book he had been skimming between eating and talking to Mimic - who ever said females were better at multi-tasking never met E'rro- he looked up as Meira cleared her throat.

They had worked with each other in the infirmary for months and had studied healing together, but the Dragonhealer had never actually bothered getting to know her on a more personal level. He had learned just about enough to work in tandem with her when it came to healing, but other than that... well, his knowledge was a bit lacking. "The hatching?" E'rro was going to comment he'd rather bite off his own foot than go to another hatching but the fact that she was actually inviting him to go with her with a smile, made him bite his tongue. She'd been a bit off since she had to leave her child at the Weyr... but honestly, he couldn't conceive how she felt. He'd neither had a child nor had a human relationship even close to that type of bond. If it was anything how he felt about Nuisance, then it really... really sucked. He exchanged her smile for a tired one of his own.

But it really was Mimic who sealed his fate for the afternoon. His massive soft spot for anything draconic flared up and forced his famous sigh of defeat to make an appearance. You're actually going... under your own free will? I count myself as a hostage... this decision is under duress. From a Salamandyr? From a Salamandyr. At least one of them was amused. "I guess I'll come. I feel like my wrist won't become mine again anytime soon so..." Sticking the rest of his vegetable stuffed bread into his mouth, E'rro finished chewing before getting up one handed and taking his dish to the kitchens. While he was there he got 'mae to get him some ground wherry meat (he didn't want to deplete their limited herdbeast resources) and returned to Meira with three bowls. To mimic, he said; "Lets go see the babies then. But you've gotta stick close to me or Meira, those birds like to try and eat little salamandyrs..." And to his human companion, he said; "Do you need to stop anywhere before going down?" E'rro offered her one or two of the bowls to take. She could take all three if she wanted, he really didn't care whether he carried one or not. At least... until they neared the hatching. Where he intended to foist the bowl onto the nearest spectator so as to limit his chances of actually attracting one of the Avians.

[Rowana]

"Avians," Hoayamae muttered while she fixed bowls of meat for E'rro and Meira. "That's all we need, more mouths to feed." Nhim chirped curiously, fluttering to her shoulder. Despite her grumbling, the old cook didn't really want anything as young as a newly hatched avian to go hungry. She finished three bowls and passed them off, before getting started on two more. Who knew how big or hungry these things were? Nhim tugged at her ear in anticipation and she passed him a small piece. He took it, but he was far more interested in the idea of seeing the eggs hatch.

"I suppose you'll want to see them too?" Mae glanced down at Miguel, who was helping out in the kitchen again. She gave a wry smile and handed him a small bowl of meat, keeping one for herself. Nhim trilled with excited, flitting around them happily. They were going to see a hatching! Mae chuckled, shaking her head. "Come on then," she encourage the boy. "Can't let the adults steal all the fun, can we?"

[Requiem]

The child had been shelling peas. It wasn't the most interesting of tasks, but it didn't involve a knife and Hoayamae didn't seem to want him using one. Yet, anyway. Not that Miguel minded. He didn't like the look of them, for more than one reason. At any rate, the seven-turn-old glanced shyly toward the healers when they got their bowls of meat. (He wanted to learn, but was far too shy to ask them. They'd probably just tell him no.)

Mae's words drew his attention back to the older woman and he colored slightly. Was it a bad thing that he wanted to go? The cook almost made it sound that way and he rocked onto his toes. Fortunately, his hands moved without really thinking about it when she passed off the bowl and he nodded slightly, a small smile coming to his face. "You're an adult," he pointed out reasonably.

The child trailed after Hoayamae. His eyes were wide and curious as they lighted on the great mass of nests and all the avians everywhere. Only then did he take notice of the nests with no larger birds. "Why would they leave? None of the others left. Did they get eaten?" he asked Hoayamae, looking to her anxiously. It wasn't right for the parents to abandone their children.

It was very lonely to have no parents.

[Ember]

Iskierka glanced towards the sounds of footsteps as the first pair of people besides her arrived. The kitchen lady and a boy...well, they were both more suited than her to take care of baby birds. Not only did she have no interest in pets in general, she definitely wouldn't have the patience to raise something into a useful tool. That was what others did, not her (training weyrlings aside since that was someone else's job now too). Idly she offered another piece of meat to the avian near her and snorted when this time he took it right from her hand. No fear in that one.

In one of the two nests both eggs were quite active though it was the Cranberry Sauce Egg that broke first in a flurry of movement. What lay inside was nothing more or less than a mass of grey fuzz with wings, more or less. "Charming," Iskierka commented dryly as she peered into the nest. The chick moved then, seeking out the sound it just heard. What was that? It sounded big. Big and scary. He wanted to know what it was. The Cranberry Sauce Chick chirped softly and uncurled itself until it was able to see over its nest and look at the weird things nearby.

Huh. He couldn't figure out which one made that sound but one of the other ones made it again, directed at one of the little things. Well it would do. The hatchling made a loud crrrreeekt at the bigger one demandingly. He was hungry, didn't they know? Hoayamae, the first person in living memory to bond to the birds, would experience a sense of knowing which bird was hers. See, these avians, dubbed Razorclaws, bonded lightly amongst each other. Yet the parentless eggs of the two nests had no parents to bond to. Welcome to parenthood Hoayamae?

Meanwhile the Mashed Potatoes Egg finally broke a little, revealing a tiny beak.

[Ember]

Cranberry Sauce Male
Name:
Bonded to: Hoayamae
Species: Razorclaw
Age: Hatchling
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Teeny tiny is this Razorclaw. He might well set a new record for smallest of his species. As such he is incredibly fast...and seemingly proud of that fact too. Why else would he go zipping about whenever he can? Surprisingly his endurance is nothing to sneeze at either. By the time this little guy grows up he'll be a master at conserving his energy. On top of being small this guy looks...cuddly. His feathers are arranged in such a way that he'll always look kind of fluffy and his beak and claws aren't as hooked or sharp as most of his species.

This boy has a surprising amount of brown on him for his family group. He has a light brown skunk stripe pattern on his back; a large spot on his head splits into racing stripes, spreading farther towards his tail, spreading along the outside edges of his tail. Also, mixed feathers in his tail and wings are this light brown. White on this bird...doesn't exist. The rest of him is a plain, slightly dark silver-gray that leans more towards simple gray. Curiously, his claws are not the usual black but a a white that reveals the pink quick.

Personality: One might think because he's so small he might have some compensation issues but this little guy is very confident. He's not the best thing in the world (who is?) but he has his own strengths and in the area of speed, at the very least, he'll always believe himself above others. That is good enough for him and damn well better be enough for others not to mock him. Faranth save the person who dares to mock him (this includes calling him cute). That he won't tolerate at all, even from His. Bite, bite.

He doesn't care if people want to ignore him since he's just as happy to ignore them too. In fact, he's often off on his own, flying around or performing daring stunts. It's not surprising to love something you were born to do...but the sheer amount this guy loves to fly is astonishing. Nothing else can compare to the thrill of going so fast and the ones who try to hinder his flight will be met with disgusted fury. How dare they. Violence always seems to be his first response when angered.

He likes to push himself beyond his previous boundaries, mostly emotional ones. He will always be pushing himself, inch by inch, over his fear of dragons. Tight space between two objects he's worried he can't zip through entirely unscathed? He'll try anyways just to get over it. His reckless nature means he tends to need medical attention that he'll only tolerate from His. Learning a few things about healing might be to the advantage of the ones he's bonded to.

[Avu]

The goldrider’s smile widened in slight amusement at the sigh that E’rro heaved. Trust Mimic to be able to drag him to a hatching, even if it was just an avian one. And, in any case, she was glad that she’d have company (albeit rather unwilling company). There weren’t many people at Burimyu that she was really comfortable with, and while attending the hatching would’ve been, Meira supposed, fine if she went on her own—well, she didn’t particularly want to. And she was, at least, accustomed to E’rro’s presence. First time she’d met him was directly after Meisk’s Hatching. She remembered. And, anyway, Mimic liked him—obviously. And he seemed willing to at least put up with the Salamandyr, if not actively encourage him. “Going straight there’s fine by me,” she answered, taking two of the bowls from him. He had a Mimic to hold on to, after all.

Babies, Mimic commented rapturously, nuzzling against E’rro’s hand again. The warning did not go entirely ignored, of course; the brown had noticed the disappearances of some of his kind. Will stay, he promised. Wingyhealer safe. His tongue flicked out to lick at the pulse in E’rro’s wrist, tail twisting around the brownrider’s thumb. Babiesbabiesbabies. Happy hatching, smiles f’all. He emphasized the words by flashing his frill outwards—hatchings made everyone happy, didn’t they? (He didn’t understand E’rro’s reluctance at all, even if they were only avians and therefore not quite as exciting as a firelizard or, say, Salamandyr Hatching—babies were babies.)

You take a left after exiting the Dining Hall, Jingth said calmly, evidently not nearly as affected one way or another as Mimic. It is a short walk from there. I expect you can just follow people—people are going, aren’t they? A pulse of regret, I miss when I could just fly you places.

You can’t possibly actually remember that. The hallways were becoming gradually more familiar, Meira noted, keeping her gaze on the people ahead of them who were presumably headed towards the hatching as well. Couldn’t imagine why else they’d be walking towards this part of Burimyu, anyway. As it happened, it was a short walk; not long they were met with the sight of the nests and Iskierka, and a very damp, gawky pile of gray fluff among the shells. Meira slowed to a stop—close, but not too close; she wasn’t exactly familiar with avians, didn’t want to scare them—and knelt to set down the bowls of meat. She didn’t intend to take one of them home, even if—“They’re kind of cute,” she admitted to E’rro in a hushed murmur. “In an ugly kind of way, I guess.”

Baby, Mimic said, his ‘voice’ just as soft, a kind of stunned awe bright in the Salamandyr’s eyes. Never seen something like that before, that was for sure. He nuzzled his head between E’rro’s fingers like they were a shield, carefully peering out, body tense in case he needed to make a sudden dive into the brownrider’s sleeve for safety or some such. Is poof—! Fluff. He made a soft, unsure clicking noise in his throat. Small. Threat, them? Fluffy. Because ‘fluffy’ automatically meant that the creature in question was harmless, of course—see: Monster, possibly the fluffiest, fattest feline ever, and also possibly the laziest and sweetest.

[Rowana]

Miguel's honest reply made Hoayamae laugh lightly. "True enough," she agreed, tugging at a lock of hair that was going grey. "But you're never too old to have a little fun, I say." Even with all the work she did, it was nice to have fun now and then. Nhim had biggest help in this regard. It was hard to be entirely serious with a bouncy, blue fire lizard that liked to dive down your shirt.

The nests weren't all that far, but Mae was still impressed at the sheer number of the creatures around. She'd seen a few here and there, but she'd never guessed there would be this many. Iskeirka was near two of the nests without any parents. Mae wondered why. She didn't know much about avians. She smiled sadly at Miguel when he asked about them. "I'm sure they didn't want to," he assured him. She could understand how he felt. It really was such sad to think of the parents just leaving them there.

Cracks drew her attention as the first egg hatched and a fuzzy, grey and brown form emerged. Unlike fire lizards and salamandyrs, Mae could tell that this baby wasn't going to survive without help. It didn't even have all its feathers yet. She glanced around to see if any of the adults would take notice, but except for the one near Iskierka, none of them were coming. "Poor little thing," she sighed. Then it cried out, demanding food.

It wasn't like impressing Nhim. Mae was only aware of a firm sense that this ball of fluff that might be an avian was now her responsibility. She shrugged, set the bowl down, and limped over to the nest. The little male open his mouth wide expectantly and she leaned down and scooped him up. Suddenly being off the ground didn't seem to bother the little creature, who leaned over her fingers eagerly, before crying for food again. What was taking so long?!

"You better be sure," Mae told him firmly. "I'm a strict woman." He responded by opening his mouth again impatiently. Mae chuckled and brought him back so Miguel could see. "Looks like we're their parents now," she explained simply. She was in a remarkably good mood, considering her usual dislike of pets. Maybe being around Miguel and Nhim so much was making her get soft. Nhim leaned over Mae's shoulders as she sat and started to feed the hatchling tiny, mushed pieces of meat. He chirped curiously at the new creature. It would be better if it were a girl, in his opinion, but it was interesting. Maybe when it was bigger it would want to play! At least it wasn't pink, so that obviously made it alright in Nhim's mind.

(His name is Tae ^_^)

[Kisha-Ra]

Off you go. Have fun.[/color] Azrath’s eyes whirled calmly as he applied his tail, firmly, to his rider’s back to push her towards the main corridors from the weyr she’d claimed for them. ‘Have you entirely taken leave of your senses?’ The bluerider demanded, digging her heels in against the insistent pressure (who knew tails were so strong?). ‘I don’t want one of these unidentified avians. Irony was enough trouble, and it would be just my luck to have one of them think I’m it’s mother.’

The blue dragon flicked his wings in a gesture that looked remarkably like a shrug. I’m sure you would make a fine mother to a little avian, little things grow quickly, they need little tending. If you wish to avoid them, do not feed them. You will go though, because if you don’t I’ll have to carry you there. You’ve hardly left these rooms in months. You’re getting fat you know.[/color]

‘I am not.’ Darya looked down at herself to confirm this, she seemed much the same shape as she’d always been to her own eyes. Maybe she had been moving less but she hadn’t been eating as much either.

I know.[/color] the dragon said easily. I just said that because it might make you move. Look, Bit has caught you some baby food.[/color] Azrath pointed his muzzle towards the silent green firelizard who as hovering nearby with some sort of small furry beast in her claws, probably a local kind of vermin if the truth were known.

‘Alright. I surrender, but I’m not bringing any home so you’d better eat that yourself Bit.’ Darya lifted her hands in despair and made a face as Bit’s prize was dropped neatly into her palm. ‘I really don’t want it Bit.’ The bluerider put the dead animal carefully down to one side of the door, she could always get rid of it later if Bit decided not to eat it, Azrath had probably asked her to go and get some food for these babies that were hatching so it was possible the green wasn’t even hungry.

It was odd indeed to be walking towards a hatching of any sort without Imp bouncing up and down on some part of her body and making cheerful comments. If Darya hadn’t sent him back home to his mate the salamandyr would likely be experiencing his first bit of enthusiasm in ages at the announcement of a hatching.

Darya didn’t really need directions once she was on the main corridor, there were more than enough of the curious to guide her along, and to honest Darya was more curious than she might have let on to Azrath. Curiosity may have killed the feline but it could probably do worse to Darya when it got a hold on her, and this was the first interesting thing to happen at Burimyu since the arrival of the Selenitas exiles.

Well, the bluerider thought with wry amusement upon her arrival at the nesting site, the avians didn’t seem to hatch with nearly as much drama as firelizards and salamndyrs normally did, It did seem that one of them had already decided a human must be its mother though, hardly surprising considering how many people had turned out. Next diversion; tunnelsnake hatching.

[Tashe]

Mimic was an... um, enthusiastic 'mandyr, to say the very least, as E'rro was beginning to notice. Sure, he'd interacted with the Brown before at Selenitas, but this was a different level of conversation. He held his hand closer to his chest so not as to bump the male (aka his bracelet) into things accidentally. "Yes babies... Perhaps they will make people happy, if not, well it will prove to be a needed distraction." The Wingsecond followed Meira, because they only needed one person getting directions from their Dragons, to the place where the nests were. He was surprised to see that Hoayamae and Miguel had made it there before either of them. Sometimes, he suspected the cook was some sort of ex-special ops member or something. The way she just appeared... He shook his head in amusement and put the bowl he had been carrying down next to Meira's one. Crossing his arms, E'rro arranged them so that he wasn't squishing Mimic.

"I guess." He paused. "Kinda the same thing with baby Whers, no?" E'rro had always found Whers to be this odd mixture of both ugly and pleasant to look at. It would be hard for him to think of anything that shared the bloodline of Dragons as ugly. "Ismaroth says that anything Avian, reminds him of Fuzz. K'lir's goose? Duck? He can't remember. He does remember that Fuzz was practically in love with him." All of this was exchanged in the hushed tones everyone else was using. He looked down at Mimic when the 'Mandyr spoke up again. "Yup, they're fluffy." The Brownrider flipped his hand up so the little male could hide behind it. "They might be small, but they get bigger. Its when the fluffy baby gets sleek and big thats when they'll try and eat you." Although from what he knew of baby birds, it was possible that the baby may try and eat the Salamandyr anyway.

He glanced at Hoayamae when she scooped up the little grey ball of fluff from the nest, a brow raised in curiosity. He wouldn't have pegged the woman for wanting another pet, but, to each their own he supposed. E'rro paused and then sighed, leaning in closer to Meira before speaking. "I had a thought. Now that Burimyuans are taking these as pets, we'll have to learn how to heal them... and we'll have to do it through experience." Though, they could learn the anatomy of the birds from dead ones they could find in the wild.

[Requiem]

The child wrapped his arms around his stomach and glanced around at the other people slowly filtering in. Poor little babies. They must be lonely. Even with all the other avians around, it simply wasn't the same as having parents of your own to look after you. Miguel supposed they should be thankful anyone would care for them at all. He should be grateful. The boy pressed closer to Mae.

That was when the first of the avians Hatched. Miguel was rather too short to really see and he wandered off a short ways. Trying to find a place where he could get a good look wasn't proving to be very easy, though. Glancing around, the child noted that the only high place close to these nests was the one the scary bluerider had claimed as her own.

He glanced at Hoayamae, smiling slightly when he saw that she'd taken in one of the little avians. Of course she would. Mae tried to sound strict and scary but she really wasn't. Iskierka, on the other hand... Nevertheless, Miguel crawled up onto the boulder and sat down near her, giving her a tentative look. At least now he could see. The child rested his hands in his lap and looked down on the nests. "You scared them away. Except that one." There was a slight note of questioning in his voice.

[Ember]

Iskierka watched with little interest as the cook took one of the little abandoned ones. Babies are the lucky ones, she mused silently. Even when abandoned they're so helpless and cute that people can't help but take care of them. Bitter, much? Indeed, the bluerider thought everyone was being too considerate of the poor widdle abandoned avians - she was conveniently ignoring the fact that she gave them a chance by calling for others - when there were bigger worries.

Her idle thoughts were derailed by a kid climbing up onto her seat with her, much to her private surprise. Adults had a hard enough time approaching her that a child doing so was actually kind of confusing. She met his look with one of indifference. Her avian companion who still hadn't left shuffled over slightly, putting himself closer to Iskierka and further from Miguel. The wonders of food, the bluerider thought wryly. Feed it and it sticks around. How shameless. Miguel's accusation earned a sharp, "Looks like I did." The unspoken "got a problem with that" was definitely implied by her tone.

In the other nest the Turkey Egg began to crack rapidly, beating the Mashed Potatoes Egg to hatching by mere seconds. The two babies made soft chirps to each other from within their own nests before the one from the second nest wiggled its way towards the sounds the Mashed Potatoes Chick was making. The little grey ball of fuzz managed to get up the side of her nest, chirp once at the shy seeming Mashed Potatoes Chick before taking a tumble out of her nest.

The fall set the Turkey Chick off with loud chirping and whistles. Mommy! Mommy help, help! The little baby spotted her 'mommy' and whistled again loudly. Please, Meira, help? Startled by his 'sister's' fall the little lone chick shuffled towards the edge of his nest too, crrrr-reeeekting the whole time. So hungry, so hungry, but was that one okay? She seemed fine and - oh! Yes, daddy would give him food. Problems solved. Now...how did he get 'daddy' to come to him? E'rro was much too far and there were so many other mommies and daddies around!

[Ember]

Turkey Female
Name:
Bonded to: Meira
Species: Razorclaw
Age: Hatchling
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: Once fully grown, this female will be on the large side for her species. She’s not the largest by a long shot but she’ll be noticeably larger than the average (once people figure out what the average is, of course). Her wings are long and wide for her size resulting in less speed but better gliding skills. She’s still got her species’ trademark speed but she’ll never be as fast as others her size. She has a wide face giving her a slightly more owlish look. Indeed, her eyes are even a bit bigger than most. Her beak and claws are wickedly sharp, though slightly less curved. The difference is quite minute, only really noticeable when another razor claw is next to her.

This female has a rather plain but also strikingly beautiful colouration. The majority of her is a very light, silver-grey that darkens considerably on her flight feathers. The gray is so light in colour that one must look closely to see when the white that covers her underside begins. In fact, the white doesn’t just cover her underside but also makes a ‘T’ on her face, covering his eyes and beak. Ever so faint on his wings is what might seem like a bit of dirt speckling his wings. He’s got very light brown tips on the shorter feathers on his wings. Again, beautiful, but due to the lightness of most of her markings she tends to look rather plain at a glance.

Personality: Since this razorclaw bonded as a hatchling, she is intensely loyal to her bonded and not afraid to show it. She spends a good amount of time perched on the shoulder of her bonded, playing with their hair or making soft clicks to assure them that they’re still around (like the weight on their shoulder isn’t enough). Theirs is obviously afraid to lose them, but no worries, she’ll always be around when needed. This mentality does prove a bit of a challenge when trying to get this razorclaw to leave. She can’t leave because then her bonded would get lonely and fear they were being abandoned! Her bonded will have to be quite insistent to get her to leave at all.

The only exceptions to her clinginess are when she needs food and when her bonded is anywhere near a dragon. Oh, god, so big and scary! Despite being raised near dragons she will never lose her natural fear of them. She avoids them for the most part but if she’s ever too close to them she will be quite shifty and always prepared to take off at a moment’s notice; she doesn’t want to be a part of a dragon’s dinner, thanks. One could say this razorclaw is overly cautious in everything she does, actually. Not fearful, but most certainly cautious. She tends to hunt smaller animals, she only approaches people other than her bonded after watching them for a long time, and she always, always pays attention to things going on around her.

While this bird sometimes doesn’t seem like she’s all that intelligent - she even goes out of her way on occasion to make it seem like she’s less than she is - she is anything but dumb. In fact, she’s extremely good with reading air currents and weather. The former helps her soar and travel long distances with relative ease. The latter ability has her frequently trying to warn her bonded of weather ahead of time. Of course, it’s rather hard to get across what she’s trying to say when she can’t actually talk. On top of her clicks and shrieks - individual to each weather type - she’ll also try and act it out, funnily enough.


Mashed Potatoes Male
Name-
Species- Razorclaw
Bonded to- E'rro
Gender- Male
Physical Description- A very large male, this avian will prove, though given the lack of previous knowledge on razorclaws, his size probably won’t be noted as unusual for a while. With an impressive wingspan, he’ll definitely be a sight in the skies, capable of flying circles around any firelizard if he wants to. Proportionally, however, nothing about him sticks out as being strange; if anything, he’s a stunning example of what a male razorclaw should be (at least, full grown—as an hatchling he’ll be little more than a ball of gray gawky fluff), with hooked, prominent beak and large talons.

In color, the male is a creamy off-white, each feather tipped in brown to give him an overall speckled appearance. His feathers darken on the head into a pale golden tan, which traces down the line of breastbone to disappear under the male’s stomach. The feathers along the edges of his wings are the same golden tan, tipped in darker brown that nears black, the same pattern and color appearing on his tail feathers. In a startling contrast to the otherwise soft colors of his feathers, his talons are as saffron yellow as his beak—and, like his beak, each talon is tipped in pure black.

Personality- Fearless, this avian will be. While he’ll possess the shyness typical of his species at birth, his early Bonding will soon serve to vanquish that—and replace it with a creature quite at home among dragons and whers. Firelizards and Salamandyrs will always be iffy—wild blood is too close to the surface for this male to ever view them as anything but food. With training, though, at least you can rest assured he won’t try to actually eat any of them. With people, the male is not excessively outgoing, preferring the company of his own, but if humans respect him, then all’s right in the world, isn’t it.

A set of contradictions is presented by the male from the very start. While he’s undeniably intelligent, capable of undoing complicated knots and locks if he sets his mind to it, he’s also stubborn enough, the bond just loose enough, that he’ll resist as much as he can. Just for the fun of it, perhaps—or maybe because it amuses him (in a serene kind of way, for he’ll never demonstrate any kind of amusement) to see people get frustrated. However, as his respect for his Bonded is a mirror of the respect that His has for him, any frustration betrayed on his person’s part guarantees that they let the male’s affection for them slip away just slightly. And winning it back? A long, grueling process.

This male will soon find his favorites among foods. While he accepts most cooked foods and tidbits from his Bonded graciously enough, he’ll much prefer to catch his own—and his favorites are avians. Not of his own kind—never—but those songbirds, the irritatingly fearless six-limbed creatures, will always be at risk when this male graces the skies with his presence. It is, ultimately, just a preference, though—he’ll happily enough bring down young felines or canines or just about anything else, given the chance.