Cower in the Light (Deepest Fears Hatching)

[mierce]

Focused on getting the attention of dragonhealers, Cerdic didn't realize that the Freezing Green was speaking to him (after all, his name was certainly not "Cer'cmine"). That is, until the green nudged her muzzle against his back to get his attention and repeated her request with a tad more impatience. The words rand in his ear and he stumbled a big while trying to simultaneous keep moving forward and turning around to look at the tiny green. Eventually he fell back into the sands, palms inadvertently getting buried in the hot sands. He reflexively pulled his hand out but remained seated, staring up at the expectant eyes of his newly bonded.

Cer'clove, Harmonyth crooned, swooping around Cer'c in a leisurely loop. Let's be going. I'm hungry.

"O... Okay." Cerdic glanced behind Harmonyth and saw that K'lin and his dragon seemed to be taken care of. A measure of relief washed over him and he finally smiled to the green. He climbed to his feet and when he looked at the tiny creature again, his smile only grew broader. Finally unable to contain himself, he picked up the green (much to her surprise) and twirled her around while laughing.

She fluted at him and fluttered out of his loose grasp. Cerdic-- Cer'c rather--only grinned at her. Picking up the skirts of his long robe, he trudged towards the feeding station while Harmonyth trailed after him in the air. As he watched her eat, he felt his heart swell in joy. Ohmifarnarth. She was his. His very own dragon. He couldn't wait to fly back home and show her off to his mother and to Cerwain.

[Tashe]

Ew ew ew! This slimy eggjuice was gross and very uncomfortable! Especially when the sand stuck to it. And the humans! They needed to stop watching her. They needed to stop it. Maybe they were saying she wasn't good enough. What was that?! The Rejection Green spun wildly to the side. She was in trouble wasn't she? Taking so long to clean herself off was getting the bigones angry. She just knew it. Flapping her wings as hard as she could the little Green flicked most of the egg fluid off of her wings. Freezing again she swung to the other side. The humans really needed to stop looking at her. Frightened by their gaze, the Rejection Green tried to run toward the Candidates, only to slow to a walk halfway there. One, two, three... she was counting her steps.

The Poison Green on the other hand was deliberately loitering near the other eggs, not quite ready to go forth yet. Shaking her body, the tall female inspected the sand beneath her feet, finding it funny that she sunk into it. A few steps later revealed that she was enjoying herself, playing happily in the warmth. The sand was fun. Looking up as her clutchsister sped forward, the Poison Green chirped after her. A race! Having gotten a feel for the resistance of the sand, the taller female sprung over the remnants of an egg and jauntily loped toward the remaining humans. Although she faltered in her pace when her clutchsibling slowed down. What was she doing? Tilting her head to the side, the Poison female twitched her tail before going on her way. Sidling up to Rulven she snaked between him and Xerxes, pushing the smaller boy away from the larger one. As if she were herding him away. X'rxmine, you can play with him later! We can aaall play later, but I cannot eat later. I eat now. Or my belly will rumble and be painful. I am Eveyth

Sixteen, seventeen... Looking up, the Rejection Green fluted as she caught sight of her Human. Shuffling over to the young woman, the little female curled around her legs possessively. She was shaking slightly. Castamine. I am Posilanth, these humans scare me with their gaze. Lets go please!

There was a solid and audible thud before the front of the Worthlessness Egg exploded, revealing an almost fawn colored Brown. Rolling out of his egg, the Worthlessness Brown got to his feet with a powerful bellow. And powerful looking was he. Large and savage looking, the male lashed his tail from side to side, glaring at the humans who lay before him. Although he was anxious to get to His, the Brown wanted the humans to writhe in anticipation. Who would he choose?

Meanwhile, the Darkness Egg crumbled apart in a quieter way than it's clutchbrother had. Yellowish green, like dying grass, the Darkness Green crawled out of her shell leaving it vacant. Once she was free, the small female carefully wove around the fragments of egg, doing her best not to step on them. She was a silent one, this Green. Maybe if the Worthlessness Brown continued to pursue his commanding presence, she would go unnoticed until she reached her human. Whoever that might be...

[Tashe]

PROFILES

Impressed to: X'rx

Eveyth (Eve-eth)

Personality: Eveyth is an incredibly friendly Dragon. She enjoys being around other Dragons, especially if they'll let her curl up against them when they're sunbathing. Despite being friendly toward everyone, this Green has a more exiting side. Eveyth loves to play fight. She seems to get a rush out of aerial combat, and training for it will most certainly be looked forward to above all else. Except for flying thread of course. She is incredibly aggressive when it comes to competitions, but equally as fair. She doesn't believe in playing dirty even if doing so meant she could win. For she loves to win. Its one of the highest goals she sets for herself. If she wins it means she has accomplished a feat that had been presented to her. Accomplishing things makes Her's happy, and that is the greatest gift of all. As long as Her's is in a good mood, she needs nothing else to make herself happy as well.

Intelligent, Eveyth has a sense of preservation. She runs on logic, and if something is not logical she is set back and forced to think about the situation. This Green, although she loves humans, believes that their entire race is illogical to a point that it is hard to understand how they still survive. But despite her increased brain power, she has in contrast a very short term memory. Any grudges that she holds from loosing, or fighting will fade away into nothing after a few days, allowing Eveyth to go about her days with little cares. She is persistent and cunning, and because of that she is quite a handful to her friends and Her rider. A lovable one, if any.

Appearance: Eveyth is light green and smooth in appearance, exactly like the shards of sea glass one would find on the beach. Small, Dark Green (almost black) dots are splattered across her nose and shoulders, and they look very much like a humans' freckles. Eveyth has pearly white claws, that are extraordinarily sharp to the touch. Her Rider and all of those who know her, should be made aware. Although she does not mean too, she could easily hurt someone with them. The most unique feature about Eveyth though, is her elongated canine teeth. They are long enough that without pulling her lips back, they stick out from under her top lip. Because of this her mouth is larger than normal to accommodate the saber like fangs, which could easily rip apart anything she needed to get through.

Eveyth has a longer neck, but a shorter tail. So flight might be a little bumpy until she learns how to position her tail to help stabilize herself while in the sky. She has long legs that let her walk almost gracefully upon the ground, and that certainly let her run as prettily as she can walk. Many a person would know if she had passed by because of the gouge marks she leaves behind in the soft earth. Long wings help to balance her shorter tail out, and are easily one of her more beautiful aspects. She enjoys the way they spread out when she opens her wings, and that the membranes shimmer slightly as the sun fliters through them.



Impressed to: Casta

Posilanth (Poss-sil-anth)

Personality: Kind and gentle Posilanth is a sweetie with a long list of fears. This Green is incredibly unique in the way of attitude and personality, she's lovable but unless someone knows her, she might come across as a bit annoying. Paranoid that she's being watched, Posilanth always believes she's in some kind of trouble, and that one of her superiors is going to swoop down and chastise her. She also hates being alone in the dark, she is afraid of the shadows that the night seems to contain, so just like a young child she needs to be near someone to fall asleep. Otherwise she is up all night worrying about being eaten. Posilanth does not have the highest self-esteem a Dragon can have, she needs constant assurance she's doing fine and that she and her Rider will be okay.

On the upside, Posilanth can't and does not hold grudges, nor does she anger. It takes her Human being in mortal danger to rile her up so much that she is forced to fight. The Green has remarkable memory for a Dragon, having the ability to recall bits and pieces of information that had been uttered a long time before. Because of her ability to retain good amounts of knowledge, she will rise quickly through Weyrlinghood and through Thread and Battle Training. There is one more quark that Posilanth has... she loves to eat the occasional fruit. Not an omnivore in the least, the Green just likes sweet things as special treats every now and then.

Appearance: Green and slightly plump like an unripe tomato, Posilanth is shaped like an average sized Green. Thin greenish brown lines run along the edge of her wings and down her back, radiating from the very top of her neck. The same lines run over her withers and down her front legs, but are absent in their appearance on her tail and back legs. Despite being a bit plump, it is almost as if she jumped from the pages of a text book. Perfectly proportional, this Green will enjoy the ease of flight and the excitement of her speed and agility. Like Feyrianth, her set of solid black claws are the only vicious looking thing about Posilanth.

Despite having an almost perfectly formed body, the Green finds it hard to travel across the ground, finding the need to walk slower than most. Its not an uncommon thing to find her counting her steps as she walks. Its best not to hurry her if there is no need, when hurried she gets clumsy and will more than likely knock things over or trip over nothing.

[midnight]

Meagen watched in silence as more eggs hatched. The Hidden Dangers Green had finally looked like she was calming down. More then that she looked like she was looking for her bonded. The girls eyes lit up as she watched the green, but it impressed elsewhere. A twinge passed over the girls features, aggitating the scratches on her cheek.

She did her best not to scratch it as she watched the Drowning Blue, as well as the Feline Attack Green. Her head cocked to the side as she watched the impressions, then her attention turned towards the egg she had been watching. From the depths of the Death Egg, a Bronze emerged.

A rush of breath left her as she looked at the creature from within those fragmented shells. It was a beautiful bronze, would Crystoph? No, probably not. He wouldn't be happy with a bronze, would he?

There on the sands was also the Burning Blue, and the Freezing Green. Meagen did her best to watch all the hatchlings, but it got harder and harder. All the eggs were hatching, or that's what it felt like. Would she be left behind again? She bit her lip as she looked across the hatching sands.

She watched as the bronze went to, to Cry! She clapped and cried out, joy bursting across her features. It was amazing! It was absolutely amazing that he managed to get bronze. She was so happy for him.

She watched as the Freezing Green and Burning Blue both impressed and felt a bit of sadness overcome her. Would she be left behind? Would she, would she?

The poison and Rejection eggs produced greens, whom seemed more focused on cleaning themselves then anything else. Then there was the Darkness and the Worthlesness Eggs that were showing signs of hatching. This was a very eventful occurence, Meagen had to think that for sure.

As she watched the Poison Green finally made her decision, so did the Rejection Green. Her head looked towards the Worthlesness Brown whom had hatched and then towards the Darkness Green. It was definitely looking up, she still had a chance!

Right?

[Requiem]

He was about to pull away, thinking he'd overstepped his bounds, when Rulven's hand caught his shoulder. Xerxes leaned into the smith, watching the two greens while a nervous little smile played on his lips. He tended to smile when he didn't know what else to do. It usually worked to keep people from getting too...rowdy. No idea how it would work on dragons, but it couldn't hurt, right?

"Only once," he admitted, eyes still on the greens. One was running, and he shifted nervously, especially when the second green stopped playing in the sand and seemed like she thought it an excellent idea to follow suit. Right toward where he and Rulven were standing. Xerxes remembered what Cry had suggested - somehow - those claws looked wickedly sharp, and he couldn't tell if she was baring her fangs at them or not. Were dragonets supposed to have such sharp teeth already? He stepped away from Rulven...and stumbled a few more paces when she wormed between them.

His normal gracefulness was severely lacking, the touch of her mind wrapping around his and forcefully joining enough to send him seat first into the Sands. He blinked at her dumbly, staring into the rainbow hues with a clear lack of comprehension. I am your Eveyth, X'rxMine the green reiterated, butting at his chest. Come. We eat when hungry, and the Sands are hot. They're not hot to me, but you are pinky-skinned and you are uncomfortable. Don't you feel it? We can come back and play when they are cool. Yes? Yes?

Another nudge, and the young man regained himself. Yes, the Sands were hot, but he hardly noticed them. "Eveyth?" he whispered. The green caught him by his robe, then, and tried to tug him onto his feet. Yes. Eveyth. X'rxMine, hungry. Silly humans were so illogical. Of course it was a wonderful thing she had chosen him, but it shouldn't be shocking. He was quite obviously Hers. Silly X'rxHers. Now was the time for eating. When you are hungry, eat.

He gained his feet, placing a hand on Eveyth to assure himself of her reality. Of course I am real, she stated with a touch of impatience. Can't get there before me! And the hatchling raced toward the congregation of other feeding hatchlings, X'rx close on her heels.

[kat]

Maya could only watch, as dragon after dragon hatched, Impressed, and was led off towards the food. It was happening like last time, and the only thing that she could think was that at least she hadn't been mauled again. At least this was positive. She watched with a sinking feeling, a feeling she forced back, as the next two greens Impressed to people. People who were not herself, and yet there was more than just her on the sands, hopeful. She would not be the only one left behind, would she? Probably not, there were more candidates than there were dragons. Still, as the last two eggs revealed one more green and a brown, it was confirmed then and there, in her mind, that she had a high chance of standing again. Still, she forced herself to remember that she still had her work in the infirmary, and Zexion. The bronze salamandyr was always with her, and since him, she hadn't been so lonely. She'd just have to deal with the disappointment, was all.

A part of her willed the green to look her way. Another part said that everyone there was just as deserving as she was to Impress it. Who knew...maybe even more. Not everyone walked away from the sands without Impressing, and was able to stand again. She would stand again, too. Until she was too old to. Then, maybe she'd try for a wher. It wouldn't be the same--how could it be?--and yet it was something. Maybe she would just remain a dragonhealer, and work towards her Mastery. That was where she'd been at before she'd been searched, after all. Either way, she made up her mind to retain as positive an attitude as she could about this all. However, she didn't take her eyes off the two dragons still left. The brown was Impressive, it would be a lucky person who Impressed him. She smiled a little, glad that at least all the dragons seemed to have been finding theirs with ease.

~~~~~~

Mihkal had been nervous, and now, he looked worriedly up into the stands. T'lor had to be up there, and there were only two dragons left now. He was going to be left standing, probably. It happened, and there were people who Impressed next time around. He didn't need to be like T'lor. Yes, he'd always admired his older cousin, but he was him, and just because he didn't Impress the first time around didn't make him anything less than his cousin. Still, it bothered him. T'lor had been so sure he'd Impress. There was only one brown left, and a green. At that moment, he wouldn't have minded either. Not that he'd ever seen himself on a green, and he certainly wasn't anything but straight as an arrow. Still...wasn't it better than being left standing?

He watched the brown, feeling hopeful. It might still look his way. He certainly hoped it would, anyhow. Not that that would change the brown's mind any, he knew. He was clenching his fists tightly, not aware that his cousin had done the same thing. Even though T'lor had been a whole lot more confident, he'd done the same thing. It might have helped Mihkal if he'd known that, even just a little, anyhow. He was sure that some of the others would stand too. He felt lousy for them, and himself, if that were the case. It really didn't bode nicely for anyone, having to watch everyone else walk away with their new lifemates. Was he jealous? Not exactly. Wistful was more the word for it. Until he'd gotten on the sands, he hadn't realized how much he actually did want to Impress. Still, there was always next time, right...?

~~~~~~

Kiana hadn't come here expecting anything one way or the other. She could see the looks of hope, and perhaps disappointment, as the dragons began to vanish one after the other, and now there was a certainty that some of them would be left standing. Wasn't there always, though? Everyone who came to a hatching had to realize that there were those that Impressed, and those who stood. Her mind drifted back to Winter, and she smiled softly. Yes, it happened. If it happened to her, she wouldn't have any regrets. She would get to try next time, and that was that. Perhaps she'd even manage to acquire a firelizard before then...or even a 'mandyr. They were neat. She'd missed the most recent clutch and was sorry for it, and yet she had her feline who was definitely into having all her attention.

She watched the two greens Impress, and then looked at the other girls. Were they disappointed? Would they be more disappointed than she would, if they didn't Impress? She wouldn't be too bad. Maybe it was better to hope the remaining green went to one of them. She was selfless like this, and she knew she wouldn't regret anything, she wouldn't feel bad if she were left standing. She wanted to Impress, too. But so many got worked up and worried and analyzed it too much. She hadn't done that, and now she was able to deal with the fact that she probably wouldn't Impress with no problem. Still, there was one more green left. She would be objective, and wait to see what it did.

[lex]

Throughout the Hatching, Casta’s gaze had remained riveted on the eggs. She watched every one of them break shell, and gasped along with the rest of the audience when the four-winged hatchling made her appearance. Every now and again she would watch to see the choices made by the dragonets, but for the most part she watched the eggs, fascinated by the way the baby dragons behaved when they had emerged into the wide world. They all handled it so differently…they really did seem to have their own personalities, in spite of what she had thought of them.

When the Rejection Green began to come towards the candidates, Casta left off her scrutinising of the eggs. The little thing seemed to be concentrating very hard on walking – and she seemed very nervous, from the skittish way she kept looking over at all the people in the stands. Then the little green’s head came up and met Casta’s eyes, and she began to walk with more purpose.

Casta stood stock-still, scolding herself for the hope that began to rise in her chest. Was the green coming for her? Her question was answered when the dragon curled around her legs, warm and trembling, and a clear female voice spoke (actually SPOKE!) to her: Castamine. I am Posilanth, these humans scare me with their gaze. Let’s go please!

The look of surprise on Casta’s face was probably comical. She knelt swiftly, reaching out a hand to stroke the soft green head when she was on the dragon’s eye level. This seemed to soothe the hatchling, who crooned and rubbed her nose against her rider’s hand. “Posilanth,” Casta said, trying out the name on her tongue. A slow, radiant smile spread over her face and she bent her head to kiss the dragon’s head lovingly. “Why would you need to be afraid, dearling? You’ve got me, now.” She gave her dragon (hers! If Posilanth hadn’t needed looking after, she may have been overwhelmed) an encouraging smile, and got to her feet.

Where are you going…?

“Shall we go inside?” Casta asked her, humour in her voice. Posilanth visibly brightened at the idea, and started to walk alongside her rider as they made their way out of the grounds. So they do speak. They really do!

Of course I speak. Why wouldn’t I?

“You…heard that?”

It was Posilanth’s turn to sound amused. Yes, silly!

Casta gave a delighted laugh, and led her dragon to the food laid out at the other side of the Sands. I can see that I have a lot to learn…

[Tashe]

Slowly, he strode forth. Each step taken with purpose, none were wasted for frivolous matters. He didn't bother the Darkness Green, leaving her to her own devices despite wanting to greet her. Lashing his from side to side, the Worthlessness Brown barred his teeth with amusement. He was powerful, he could feel that. But he wanted the humans to know it. Though he didn't know exactly how, giving into solid heavy strides as the medium of communication. He would not take any Human as His, no, this human had to be like him. Talons curling into the sand as he walked, the Brown tossed his head like an agitated Runner. Oh he was enjoying himself, he liked the fact that most of the eyes were on him. If they were smart, they would keep their gaze on him, for he would grow to be large and strong.

The Darkness Green unlike her Brownbrother, did not take her time in getting to the Candidates, choosing in stead to move as quickly and silently as possible. She wanted to find her Human so that she could eat. Her hunger was gnawing at her stomach, and she wanted that sensation to stop. Weaving in and out of the female Candidates, the Darkness Green passed in front of Kiana before stopping. Backtracking. And glancing upward. Kianamine. Kianamine. Kianamine! I am Tuelzanth, can we eat? I'm hungry and I think you are too.

Once he arrived, he wasted little time in slinking over to his Human. Rumbling, the Worthlessness Brown curled his thick tail around one of the large boy's legs before leaning against him with a malevolent purr. R'ven, I am Trilaranth. Shall we impress these silly beings with our strength and presence?


As the last of her hatchlings Impressed, Millieth lifted her maw toward the sky and roared. The hatching was over, and the Weyr could now celebrate the arrival of thirteen healthy (save for her poor Blueson) new Dragons. No longer worried about her clutch, the Golden Queen was ultimately more relaxed now that she didn't have to hover over her eggs. The hatchlings were now in the capable hands of the Weyrlingmasters.

Kaegan on the other hand was frowning as she watched the people before her start to shift and move, eyes lingering on the last of the hatchlings. Although her Queen was confident that her children were now safe, the Weyrwoman had doubts. The deaths from the poisoned river still hung heavy over her shoulders, plus people were still disappearing for no good reason. Something was amiss, something bad. Until they ferreted out the problem, these hatchlings were as vulnerable as the rest of the Weyr. Alas, she did not have the heart to tell her Dragon about her concerns. Not now anyways, maybe at a later time. She would let Millieth enjoy the successful hatching, and try to do the same...

[Tashe]

PROFILES

Impressed to: Kiana

Tuelzanth (tool-zanth)

Personality: Tuelzanth is incredibly forgetful, her short term memory is horrible. In order to remember anything, she needs repetition, getting exposed to it many times before it sinks in all of the way. She's be able to remember the things she dislikes faster than anything else, knowing that if she does something and it yields unfavorable responses more often than not she won't like what ever comes out of it. Despite this, she is also equally as loving. In her mind, Her's is the best this to grace the face of Pern, and no matter what they do she will love them. Tuelzanth loves the people that Her Mine loves, even if she had never met them. Playful like a young child, the Green is up to play just about any game.

She does have some unique perks though. Tuelzanth is careful, extremely so. Not only in her actions, but in her wording as well. She often is worried about doing something that will hurt another person (or Dragon), physically or mentally. Its one of her biggest fears. Tuelzanth wants nothing more than to keep others happy with her, and can become saddened if someone dislikes her. Probably one of the most interesting quarks, is her fear of Felines and Canines. Its an irrational fear, and cannot for the life of anyone be explained. There is nothing in her history to make her afraid of the smaller beasts, but its always been there. She herself doesn't know why she is afraid of them, she just... is.

Appearance: Greenish yellow like dying grass, Tuelzanth doesn't have the prettiest colored hide in the Weyr. A darker green color dissects her foot in half horizontally, so that the bottom of her feet are darker than the upper parts of her feet and rest of her body. The same dark green color climbs up a third of her tail from the tip. Like her clutchsister Eveyth, the Green has a long serpentine neck and a shorter tail, making her work harder at learning to fly. Small in size, Tuelzanth will grow to be about twenty feet long upon maturity. Her legs are longer than expected of a Dragon her size, and in contrast her body is smaller. Making it look as though the extra lengths of leg had been stolen from her thin wiry body.

Upon the end of each toe, there are gently curving grey claws. Which when polished are reflective, much like a polished river rock. Clearly, the most interesting feature on this Green lays in the vicinity of her head. Tuelzanth has extra long head knobs that angle toward the back of her head, much like the horns of a male Caprine. They do not circle around like a Ram, but angle back and downward slightly, an unusual sight to be sure, but she believes them to be pretty. In fact, she often lets her Mine or little children hang things off of them.



Impressed to: R'ven

Trilaranth (Trill-ar-ranth)

Personality: Trilaranth is very much the enforcer. If a Bronze needed something done that wasn't particularly pleasant, the Brown would be their first choice. He likes to carry out tasks like punishments, and his favorite position is on a Bronze's right hand side. He doesn't want to lead, not like some of the more ambitious males of his color. He wants to be just under that position, the dragon that the more powerful males turn to if they need something done. He knows he is strong even in dragon standards, and he plays that fact however often it will help him in the long run. He doesn't flaunt it, because its painfully obvious anyways. Trilaranth is intelligent enough, not a genius at strategy or rather anything in fact. And in battle there is little that can draw his attention away. If there is one thing that this Brown excels at, is aerial combat. He will absorb everything and anything there is to know about formations and fighting. To add fuel to the fire, Trilaranth can often be head strong and grow angry as easily as an agitated feline.

He does, of course, have a gentler side. Females are his ultimate soft spot. He adores Greens, with them he is infinitely more kind at the get go than he is to other males. Although he prefers Dragon females, the kindness extends to human females as well. Unless of course, they are his enemy, then he has very little problem causing them joyous amounts of pain. Other than that, Trilaranth also is surprisingly tender with R'ven. His human is a fragile creature and if he got broke, he could not simply replace him! No! He was to be protected, and showered with praise. He is the one and only human for him, and therefore, beyond precious. Trilaranth would put himself in harms way to save his human. Although, there is a certain allure to the simple days of bonding over giving him a bath. He likes it when he can spend peaceful days with R'ven.

Appearance: Tall and sturdy, it looks as if it would take a hurricane to topple this Brown over. Packed with muscle, Trilaranth can rend and tear with the best of the Bronzes. He also has their capacity of endurance, even if it does only equal that of a smaller Bronze. Long wings and a long muscular tail are paired with shorter legs and a shorter neck, with a giving him a very bull-dogish appearance. It doesn't help in the least that his face is almost always pulled back into a snarl. Unlike some of his sleeker cousins Trilaranth has a broader and rounder face, and a barrel like chest. On the ground he will be the furthest thing from graceful and more like the thundering giant he his, the Brown's footfalls will be heard well before he is seen. Even in the sky he is something of a looming presence, his gruff exterior rightly giving some Dragons and their Riders second thoughts about approaching him for anything.

Though there is very little room for doubt that he is anything other than a Brown, his coloration betrays his big ego. Yellowish brown, Trilaranth's color cannot be described as anything other than fawn, if not slightly darker than the true pigment. Dark Brown lines like wisps of black smoke curl up his legs getting lighter and lighter until they blend into the rest of his body. These same lines run up his tail and in a separate instance over his maw, each petering out before entirely consuming his body. It can often be said that Trilaranth looks as if he was fighting off tendrils of malevolent darkness. Black claws and long fangs are nothing to trifle with, not that many will want to tango with this Brown in the first place. You don't mess with him without coming away with wounds.

[rii]

Rulven grunted at the green that wedged herself between Xerxes and himself. The Smith winced sympathetically at the now green weyrling's tumble into the stands. Everything seemed alright though, no spillage of blood or cries of pain. Rulven watched the pair run off, turning back to the hatchling just in time to watch the brown hatchling curl himself around his leg. A heavy weight, Rulven found himself adjusting his free leg to make up for the pressure the brown placed on the limb. He could feel the young one's deep rumble right down to the bone.

R'ven, I am Trilaranth. Shall we impress these silly beings with our strength and presence?

As soon as he met the colorful eyes of the hatchling, that was that. It all washed over him. A splash of ice cold water that left him momentarily shocked. It quickly warmed though, as Trilaranth rubbed his eyeridge against the smith's thigh. Rulven – R'ven crossed his arms and sent a patient look down at the brown. His brown. It would be unfair to say he never wanted to impress. In the end he had still stood on the stands.

Impress? Trilaranth hardly needed to – No, I don't need to try.

R'ven paused at the voice commenting on his thoughts before he had even finished them. The brown bared his teeth in response, a rather unsettling sight if not for the amusement R'ven felt emitting from the hatchling. Trilaranth uncurled himself from the leg of his chosen one and lead the way toward the feeding station.

That wasn't where I was going with that.
Maybe not, but it is true, none-the-less.

[jaq]

As soon as Nemmalorith had put her foot down on Dyu's, Dyudahlii was flooded with feelings of hunger and hurt pride. Hunger she understood well, but it was hard for Dyu to wrap her head around the other hurt. Dyu was not necessarily a proud person, she lived alone too long for pride to ever concern her, though she did have a bit of pride in her own way. After all she was the Alpha, the master of her two canines, but that was not a boastful pride, that was a more instinctual pride. The pride of a leader who knew they were the one best suited to take care of their "family". So it was difficult for her to process this twist, this more selfish side to pride, one not focused on protecting loved ones, but instead focused on one's own greatness.

Even with her injured pride, Nemmalorith practically radiated with a boastful arrogance, this too was difficult for Dyudahlii to understand. But the pain in Dyu's foot, where Nemma's claws were slightly digging in, brought her out of her mangled thoughts.

Nemmalorith had not been paying much attention to the thoughts of Hers. She knew that no matter what mixed emotions Hers might have, Hers would soon realize how great she was, that she was the best hatchling out here, the strongest and most beautiful. She was puffing herself up, trying to repair her injured ego, she was going on and on about how great she was until she felt pain, pain that was not her own. Nemmalorith slowly removed her foot off of Dyu's. Sorry Dyumine, I did not mean for you to hurt. Dyudahlii smiled in response, and put her hand upon Nemma's shoulder.

"I'm fine." Dyu played through all her memories of the various times she was injured by Bawnii and Klaiid, and the few times that even Qinaii had hurt her. I'm used to it, she thought.

Nemma practically snorted, how dare anyone think that they have the right to hurt Hers, but Nemmalorith could sense the love and forgiveness Hers felt as she remembered all of her past injuries. Nemma didn't get it, she would want revenge if some one hurt her or Hers, so why did Hers not think this way. Dyumine, you confuse me.

Dyu smiled again. As you do me. Let us get you some food and leave...You know what, I really like this, talking to you without spoken words, it is much easier. Dyu's internal voice was not laced with the rough sounds as her spoken voice, for even though she had not really used her voice for nearly seven turns, she had never ceased use of her internal one. After all she frequently read the books her mother had left behind, and Dyu always enjoyed giving each character their own voice as she silently read to herself. I can tell that this will be very interesting for the both of us Nemmalorith. I have a feeling that we may both rub-off on each other. Her train of thought changed. So beautiful, I must make you something. She made a point to remember to ask Qinaii to gather some of the egg shards later, for her gift to Nemma. She knew that Qinaii would like the task. Shaking her head to focus again Anyway, lets get you fed.

Dyu turned slightly nudging Nemma to do the same, and they headed off to the food. Nemmalorith at quickly, they planned to leave as soon as she was done. Dyumine, I want to meet the others you keep thinking of. Nemmalorith was slightly jealous that Hers was thinking about anything other then herself. She had to meet these things that took the attention away from her. What made them so special.

Sensing Nemma's stress Dyu addressed her, Don't worry, I think you will like them...you'd better, they are family too. Dyu laughed a bit too loud, startling a few people nearby, her laugh had been one of the first noise she made out-loud all day. Anyway, Dyu didn't worry too much, if she could feel Nemma's emotions so strongly then she believed that Nemma too must feel hers. There would be no way for Nemma not to become attached to Bawnii, Klaiid, and Qinaii when she was able to grasp at how important they were to Dyu and how much she loved them.