That DOES NOT go there. {Salamandyr Hatching}

[kysseh]

Savitri, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, was startled when K'lir suddenly deposited his child in her arms. Her shock was obvious at first, though she had not a moment's hesitation in taking the infant and settling him against her shoulder, using her hip to take most of the weight. Even when she was tired, her maternal instincts were strong, and old habit made it easy to hold the little baby without having to figure out how to manage. He was far bigger and heavier than Aliscia's twins. The greenrider's explanation startled her at first, but... well, it made sense. Taking a step back and leaving the greenrider to handle the 'mandyr clutch and his obviously-agitated pet, she turned her attention to the infant and proceeded to ignore the rest of the people filing in. Let them have 'mandyrs. She had an adorable infant.

Said infant didn't seem much interested in her, though, and she couldn't help but smile at the fact that the boy's gaze remained on his father. He was probably very attached to the man. That... or K'lir was just the most interesting thing in the vicinity. Who knew? Wondering what her new little charge's name was, she patiently waited while K'lir managed the clutch off the shelf, taking her free hand to stroke gently at the boy's back. He seemed content with her, not fussing, at least. It vaguely registered to her that the others present were probably giving her funny looks, but she really could care less. She adored children, and this darling, quiet young one was no exception to that rule.

While Shadow crawled his way out of her shirt and up to perch on her head, evidently sulking that she was in such close proximity to other 'mandyrs, Savitri merely hummed softly at the child and ignored the fact that some of the little beasts seemed to be hatching. Her green eyes widened when K'lir held out his arms to take back the child. What? So soon?! She had just been getting used to the boy's weight. Her face transformed into something resembling a pout for a brief second, and then she sighed in resignation.Tell Calistoth's that his hatchling is very cute. You should have one, Mine. Calistoth's gets one, and Tanith's has /two/. I want one. Hepaticath was prattling, which did not make matters any easier.

"I suppose if you want him back. He's adorable," Savitri acquiesced somewhat unwillingly, stepping closer to K'lir to let him take possession of his child if he wanted. She would've been quite happy to hold him otherwise. This was a nice child to deal with when she was tired. None of that Faranth-awful screeching in her ear. In fact, Shadow was being far worse, constantly giving her hideously ugly images of the baby's face, distorted by the white 'mandyr's dislike. Shadow didn't share well.

((Epic suck. -blames her headcold- x.o))

[Rei]

Sel’n watched everyone enter with disinterest. Why so many people were interested in the annoying creatures were beyond him. He already had an annoying dragon what did he need another annoyance for. Kaaoloth declined comment and a surge of excitement rushed through the brown at the hatchling of the first egg. She was a pretty green. Sel’n rolled his eyes yes pretty and thoroughly annoying. Look at the way she regarded everyone as if they were all beneath her.

As she exclaimed loudly he couldn’t help but give a small smirk. Bad indeed. He almost laughed as she fell flat on her face but refrained from doing so. He regarded the new blue hatchling with a critical eye and when he turned to look again at the green she was no where to be found. He flinched as he suddenly felt the pricking sensation of small claws against his skin. MINE! The little green screamed to him and everyone else and Sel’n punctuated her remark with a loud groan. She exited his loose fitting pants and scrambled up his shirt to perch on his shoulder preening. Mine. Feed Now! She demanded her tiny eyes unblinkingly boring into him.

Feed her! Kaaoloth’s voice commanded triumphantly. Sel’n shot a sour look at the window never mind that the dragon couldn’t see it, and began to tear up the meat roll. The Pride green ate happily and after she had finished she began to preen taking care to banish every trace of crumb or imperfection on her hide. “Vain little thing aren’t you? Vanity is what I think I will call you.” The brown rider said before wagging a finger at her head. Vanity? Vanityvanityvanity The rider stepped to the back of the room still a bit curious to see what everyone else would impress, Vanity clinging to him possessively. I will kill you for this Kaaoloth. The brown just rumbled happily.

[binker]

Well, those little hatching things were interesting. Pepsi was sure the broadcasted words had come from the little green one, and he eyed it thoughtfully. Obviously it had some connection to the dragons... He was almost tempted to move closer, but he hung back instead, keeping a space between himself and the hatching group. He had a tendency to fall back on wild ways when he was around those who made him uneasy; you couldn't show them your back, or they might just kill you.

Though, after a few moments, some of the faces in the crowd looked familiar... Like the one whom the green hatchling had climbed. It hit him after a moment and his eyes narrowed hatefully; it was one of those riders that had made him come back to this place! And that other man as well, Pepsi remembered that he rode one of the brown beasts that had tracked him down.

He simmered angrily, but his interest in the little hatching lizards kept him from hitting one of the men. He would surely get attacked by their dragon... These riders just didn't fight /fair/. He resisted the urge to growl, and instead focused his attention on the cub- No, they called them babies- being passed from the Healer-woman to another man. Was that her baby? Why was she trusting that man with it, he might decide to eat it, or kill it simply for fun! After a few moments, he reconsidered his thoughts with a shake of his head. No, humans didn't do that. They often had others care for their young, males and females. He discarded the idea as just one other thing he would probably never understand about humans, and settled it at that...

[Kisha-Ra]

The subtle nuances of K’lir handing off his child to Savitri passed O’dan by entirely while he caught his breath and checked he hadn’t totally squashed the meatroll he was holding on the way over. He’d seen more edible looking things, but he’d actually eaten things that looked worse than this. His brother’s cooking for instance, and almost any stew. A look around did not reassure him, everyone else seemed to have brought much better offerings for the hatching salamandyrs.

O’dan listened carefully to K’lir’s instructions, hoping something new might come to light and give him the edge he needed to finally attract one of the little creatures. Nothing did, although getting bitten and/or kicked out probably wouldn’t help his chances any. Then the clutch was down on the table, along with a collection of almost certainly stolen jewellery and other shiny things and the first two eggs cracked.

O’dan thought it would be the gold coloured egg, tastefully adorned with a matching bracelet, that hatched first but the purple coloured one split first instead and spilled a green onto the table, she looked temperamental, and seemed determined to put the other egg in it’s place by climbing all over it.

O’dan smothered a chuckle when the larger egg went over, taking the little green with it. She seemed less amused, more enraged actually she hissed and smacked it again, knocking over the plainest egg of the clutch as she did so. A blue covered in egg goo tumbled out, chirped softly, and curled up peacefully as the green lectured him. At last she gave over her meticulous examination of the people present and vanished among the legs for a moment. A groan and a sour look, from weyrlingmaster S’len no less, let O’dan know where she’d gone. The evil little things really did go in search of those who didn’t want them didn’t they?

[ladybug]

Rilyer was fast asleep when Calistoth's voice interrupted a very pleasant dream he had been having. Grumbling, he pulled the pillow over his head, then realized the voice wasn't auditory. Slowly, the message sunk into his head. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he sat up. Insomnia also awoke, chirping curiously. Awake? Babies?[/color]

"Yes, Somi. Want to see?" He asked, patting the green 'mandyr before crawling out of bed. Yesyesyes! Babies![/color] Rilyer chuckled tiredly as he pulled some clothes out of his closet and tugged them on. He ran a brush through his hair, checked himself over in the mirror, and then hurried out the door with Insomnia perched on his shoulder.

A few minutes later, he walked into the records room with a handful of meat scraps. It was wildly unlikely that a 'mandyr would want him with the green hanging off his shoulder, but just in case...and maybe someone else would forget to bring food. He settled in near the back of the room, watching the eggs. Two had already hatched, and one Impressed. Another was cracking. He wondered if there would be any blacks or whites in the clutch. Or a gold? Probably not, since there had been one in Insomnia's clutch. He yawned, trying to remember why he had woken up for this. Awake![/color] Insomnia chided. Oh, right...

[nightingale]

Why was it that none of these hatchings could ever occur when she was well rested and in the appropriate place, Saeo wondered dimly, rubbing at a sleep-starved eye with the bare palm of her hand. It seemed she was always either across the river, soaking wet or asleep when dragon voices crept into her mind. Well, the men in her life might be slow in getting started, but if she hadn't them to rely on she was certain that she’d have been absent to every event she had attended thus far instead of just late.

The tiny ones will be cute mine?[/i] Cherilith asked with pleasant anticipation as his long, boney tail cut even strokes into the dark river.
"Oh most definitely." Saeo assured him, watching the water play against her dragon's blue hide as he towed her little vessel along. "The flitters that hatched over the summer were simply precious! I'm sure that baby salamandyrs must be at least twice as sweet, because all that cute has to be packed into such a tiny body."

Was I precious and sweet when I hatched my Saeo? The girl smiled, love for her dragon sending a warm pulse through her chilled limbs.
"You were by far the sweetest, most precious, most extraordinarily gorgeous little dragon that Pern had ever seen. Well all had to change our standards for beauty when you hatched...thinking about it now in fact, I'm sure that I shall be bitterly disappointed with these hatchlings now that I’ve seen you. They simply cannot compare."
Cherilith crooned happily, his half-submerged face stretching into a contented smile. I’m sure my Saeo was precious and sweet as well when she hatched. How else would she have grown to be so beautiful and gracious?
“You flatter me darling.”
Someone must Mine. The human males are afraid you’ll hit them.


The girl was sorry to leave her weyrling when they reached the archives, but she knew that there was no room for a baby dragon amid the crowded desks and cluttered shelving of the records room. Cherilith didn’t seem terribly upset about having to wait on the staircase however, and watched from the doorway with merrily spinning turquoise eyes as Saeo went inside. She was a bit surprised to find upon reaching the crowd of onlookers that she was among the youngest present. She pointedly remembered that Zesa's hatching had been overrun with candidates and weyrlings looking to impress. Well, she supposed that many of them had an excuse to remain abed, having already found little mindpets of their own. She however, was still egger and willing to stand.

It was too bad the eggs hadn't waited for her.
Saeo carefully wove her way between spectators, eyes darting about until she spotted a familiar face. She was somewhat curious as to what Pepsi was doing at the hatching. It wasn't because he was out of bed -she knew it was impossible to keep the wildling still, injured or not- but because she had never really considered him the type to be interested in mindpets.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

She asked quietly, pulling up beside him and tilting her head back to catch a glimpse of the clutch and it’s bold bronze guardian...wait...was that her earring, sitting near the ruddy-violet egg? She had been wondering where it had gone to. Well, she supposed that so long as it was going to good use she could bare to part with it...but she had rather fancied that one...[/size]

[antinanco]

Rinnel did loose his balance as the little green hatchling’s thoughts boomed across the room. What on Pern!? With eyes wide in shock, he stumbled back a few feet. Nearly tossing the contents of his bowl over his head, he pin-wheeled, desperately grabbing at the air for some sort of hold. Luckily he was in the back of the pack and bumped into the wall before he could actually fall over.

Still! That was amazing! It was clear, not echoed like when dragons spoke to him on the rare occasion, and LOUD! Rinnel thought that only dragons could do that, and later he would wish Risk could do that. Rapidly he regained his footing and grabbed a chair, standing on it to get a better view. He was fully immersed in the Hatching now and was disappointed to have missed the green’s choice, even though he still doubted he’d be able to nab one when so far in the back…

But then again, he was not the only one back there. Taking a sidelong glance at the newest figure in the room, Rinnel was surprised to see Rilyer. Not wanting any more reminders of the Run, whether large or small, he quickly turned his back to the other handler and pretended like he hadn’t seen him. Plus, the man didn’t want to ruin his already slim chances of nabbing a ‘mandyr by standing next to a full grown one. (Where by Faranth had Rilyer gotten one of those, anyway? He had never seen him with it… Then again, he wasn’t the most attentive.)

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[Rowana]

G'tor's smile brightened at Lanthos's thanks. He liked this one and made a note to attend the next hatching to see if the boy would impressed. "Thanks," he replied. "I brought some meatrolls, but I may take you up on the offer depending on how hungry these are. Good luck!" He winked and turned to watch the clutch.

He laughed as the first green practically charged Sel'n. His fellow brownrider was going to have his hands full with that one, that was for sure. He already seemed a bit frustrated with her. The blue one seemed lazy and in no hurry to chose, not that G'tor would have dared Showoff's wrath to press a decision. If the little one wanted to take his time, they would have to wait. Waving brightly to Saeo as she came in, G'tor returned to waiting and watching once more.

[archenstone]

X'vier couldn't help but smile. He found the green salamander amusing. He also took note that she was rather aggressive with her clutch mates before they even hatched. Is this normal behavior? He wondered...and watched as her antics caused another egg to break. A blue! He looked at it curiously...my... what a lethargic little fellow. The little blue just seemed to ignore the chittery green.

X'vier glanced around at the others. His eyes came to rest on Sel'n...who seemed disinterested in the hatching. As luck would have it though the green scampered up his leg. Sel'n didn't seem too happy about it. Seeing the green impress, X'vier then turned his attention back to the vibrant eggs and the lazy blue. I hope nothing's wrong with it. He thought worriedly. This behavior was definitely not normal in X'vier's experience. Deciding he wasn't hungry anymore he held the strips of meat in one hand....curious as to what would hatch next.

Across the table X'vier noticed Rinnel and grinned. So....Rinnel does make it past the watch... X'vier pictured Rinnel going mad with a bouncy risk and energetic mandyr.

[hseru]

Lanthos nodded at G'tor with a smile, and said quietly. "Thanks, and good luck right back."

His attention drawn back to the clutch, he watched with eager eyes as the imperious little green salamandyr scuttled about the eggs, seeming to intentionally claim her spot as the best and first, knocking over an egg to release a lump of blue hatchling. That one seemed content to go right back to sleep, but the green shot off the table to disappear into the group of gathered legs. Her loud claim on the brownrider made him chuckle almost as much as the sour look on his face. It was yet another mindspeach moment he could add to his quite small list of experiences, though that would probably change the longer he lived in the Weyr. The little salamandyr's voice felt different than that of a dragon, but he couldn't quite put his finger on exactly why, due to his inexperience with both mediums. He looked forward to having more chances to bespeak one more often, whether by friendship with someone's dragon, or impression of something that had the capability.

He glanced behind him, a bit glad to see others of a younger variety had joined the group, though they seemed ill inclined to step forward as he'd been able to, due to G'tor's friendly and inviting nature. Perhaps they weren't looking to attempt impression? He surreptitiously looked for someone else who might be lacking in meat, fully willing to share what he'd pilfered if said person happened to be chosen. He continued to lightly tap the bowl with his fingers in the meantime.

[glamourie]

As Savitri moved, Kahrelir blinked twice and sucked on his fist, his head tilting upward to look at her. For the first time, he noticed the young woman's hair and a wide smile spread over his face before he reached one little hand up toward the light brown strands -- or rather, the white creature so nearby. His amber eyes went quite wide and he flailed his arm around before stretching out as much as he could, little fingers splayed as though to try and grab the little mandyr who was, in fact, almost as big as Kahrelir's hand. Much smaller than his father's shiny thing, though he liked Showoff too and particularly liked that he could grab the little salamandyr and clutch him like a toy without Showoff complaining. That one wasn't quite as shiny but he was smaller - smaller - Kahrelir-sized! His smile widened and, for the moment, his father and the hatching salamandyrs were completely ignored. Little white thing was cute...

From K'lir's shoulder, Showoff leaped down and onto the table, scurrying closer to the clutch to guard it with the ferocity of any clutchfather in the absence of the clutchmother. He growled low in his throat, threatening, should any of the viewers dare to come near his babies. After what that ugly dunghead-stupid (translation: S'rei) did at the last clutch he was quite determined to destroy anyone who tried anything. His frill flared threateningly.

Back in the clutch, the Sloth Blue opened one eye and looked around casually. Who looked most appealing, hmm? His tail flicked slightly, but he made no effort to move save the slight turning of his head, and he was promptly distracted from having to make a choice at the ear-splitting sound of another egg shattering next to him: the Greed Egg.

A brown salamandyr tumbled out of his shell and rolled across the table top before scrambling onto his feet. He quickly shook himself, sending egg fragments and goo all around before an earring nearby caught his attention. Shiny, wasn't it? He wanted it. Without hesitation, he snatched the little gold object into his mouth, pouncing forward to clutch it between his claws defiantly. Showoff flared his frill at him and began to lecture scoldingly, but the Greed Brown paid him no mind, quite contentedly holding his little treasure. He chewed on it in an attempt to eat it and, when the shiny wouldn't go down, simply held it in his mouth. It was his and he wasn't about to let it go. Not even when --

EEK! The bronze zoomed across the table at him and the Greed Brown leaped downward to avoid being pounced. His wings caught him and he glided down to the floor, with Showoff hot on his heels screeching for all to hear.

IS MINE! IS MINE! GIVE BACK BABY! GIVE!

Is mine! the brown countered as he dashed forward. The smell of meat wafted to his nostrils and he dive-bombed onto the first available person in an attempt to escape Showoff's wrath. Said person happened to be O'don, and he quite shamelessly zoomed right up the boy's leg before latching onto the front of his shirt, gemstone earring still clutched in his mouth. His eyes swirled a rainbow as he addressed the greenrider directly, Is mine!

Snarling, Showoff turned and climbed back up onto the table in defeat. He would steal the earring back at a later time. His eyes whirled rapidly and he turned to look at the Sloth Blue, still laying lifelessly in his spot. You broken no like? Pick stupid pick, he chided, clearly unsure of why the little blue would not be up and trying to pick someone for himself. You no want?

Since attention was on him (for better or worse), the Sloth Blue lifted his head and turned to look directly at the crowd. His gaze snagged on Lanthos, but he made no effort to move to the candidate, instead speaking directly to him. Mine. Give. He was hungry, and he didn't want to have to walk all that way just to get food. Surely His would come up to him and feed him, carry him away from the loudmouth shiny thing next to him? He wouldn't leave him there to suffer, would he? Not with all of them. Just to emphasize his hungry, though, the Sloth Blue creeled loud enough to be heard throughout the entire Archives. Anyone attempting to study would probably be very annoyed.

Ignoring the hatching (Showoff had it under control), K'lir turned to look at Savitri. Her words made him quirk an eyebrow and though he was positively itching to snatch his child back, he refrained, shrugging instead, "If you want to keep holding him, you can... he gets kind of heavy though. Kahrelir, no." He gently lifted one hand to push Kahrelir's fingers away from Shadow, which caused the boy to curl his hand around a single digit of K'lir's. If he couldn't grab the white thing he'd hang on to his daddy, then. "Thank you for holding him while I addressed them..."

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The Magnificent Seven
01. Pride Egg Impressed: Green Vanity to Sel'n
02. Lust Egg
03. Sloth Egg Impressed: Blue ? to Lanthos
04. Gluttony Egg
05. Greed Egg Impressed: Brown ? to O'don
06. Envy Egg
07. Wrath Egg

[glamourie]

Greed Brown
Color: Brown #342100
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: O'don

Appearance: Large enough to be mistaken for a small bronze, this salamandyr is easily the king of his clutch. Slender bending and curves make up a sinuous body that merits at least two looks, just to make sure that he's not part of a tree branch, and the mingling of browns that makes up his hide emphasizes a natural camouflage to be envied. In the trees or dying leaves, he's impossible to notice, and unfortunately amongst most furs he also blends in. He is a medium brown color best described as 'bark' but darker splotches, almost like rosettes but not quite, space over his hide, like shadows and highlights. The only part of him that doesn't blend in flawlessly with the rest of his body is the smaller markings on his back, forming four symmetrical spots on either side of his ridges. These lighter spots are almost tannish in color, but they almost seem to resemble natural flaws; no predator is likely to ever spot this little male. His wings are big enough that if he wanted, he could likely chase firelizards, and he is capable of limited gliding so long as there's a decent breeze around or he's coming from above. True flight is not within his grasp, however.

Personality: Most definitely a fussy creature, this little brown is noisy to a fault. If he's not speaking, he's making a lot of chirps and chitters, squawking and otherwise drawing attention to himself -- or so he'd like you to think. Certainly this is his behavior in public, but his bonded will quickly realize that there's more to this little fellow than meets the eye. Fond of stealing to the point of being ridiculous, it can be said that this brown will have a huge cache of trinkets that are liable to get his chosen in trouble if discovered, and even though he presents a finicky and noisy exterior, he is truly the terror that stalks in the night: silent as the grave and quick as a whip when he chooses to be. Objects are not the only thing he's quite collective over (though he is fond of stealing anything he can get his little claws on); people he likes are also his and he will make no bones about claiming them loudly and in public, even if others have laid claim to them first. A particularly annoying habit this salamandyr will have is that he steals food and hides it away, not unlike a terran squirrel, as if he expects a sudden shortage. Strange smells from nooks and crannies in his bonded's rooms will not be uncommon and if anyone tries to take his prizes, he's not above biting. They're his.

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Sloth Blue
Color: Blue #00031D
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Lanthos

Appearance: For a salamandyr, this is an extremely long and lanky creature, complete with long legs, a large frill and surprisingly large wings for a salamandyr. Unfortunately for him, while his wings are on the big side, so too is his body, leaving them completely disproportionate to his size and thus rendering him incapable of even the most limited gliding. His coloration is a very dark blue, nearly black in fact, like midnight woven into hide. However, his frill is a much lighter, almost sapphire blue, of which he is exceedingly proud and makes no effort to hide: this little male is quite content to display even when he isn't angry to show it off. Down his back are thousands (literally) of tiny spots of lighter blue like his frill, which would work for camouflage except for the fact that he's unmistakably blue and thus stands out whenever he's out in the jungle. The end result however is that he looks exceedingly shiny and is almost impossible to overlook; certainly he's memorable. Comically, several of his spots join together to almost form lighter rings around his eyes, giving him a nearly "bandit" appearance.

Personality: Oh if there was ever a lazy salamandyr, it is this one. The word "clever" is very accurate in description for him as the level of deviousness he displays in his ploys to get out of having to move are nearly remarkable. It will not be unusual for people to find him in their bags, on their shoes, on their head, or in the case of dragons, latched onto the end of their tail, to prevent him from having to walk around. It could be said that he puts forth so much effort trying to get out of having to actually walk around that he'd be better off just caving but -- no sir! This is one lazy salamandyr. When he isn't trying to force others to carry him places, he can usually be expected to give the shortest and easiest answer possible. Most blue and green salamandyrs don't remember the meanings of multiple words. He does, he just can't be bothered to say long strung out sentences and he fully expects His to know what he means anyway. Three fourths of the day, this salamandyr sleeps, and when he does wake up (often the most inconvenient hour imaginable), it isn't uncommon for him to bombard his bonded with various statements that translate to "feed me" -- and let it be known that he does eat laying down. Getting up is way too much effort.

[kysseh]

The hatching of more of the 'mandyrs was registered only vaguely. Savitri could hear all the activity but was not the least bit interested. She was not here for the hatching after all, and her only reason for remaining was the delightful creature that was now... reaching for her hair? It was haphazardly tied back, but there were still enough loose strands that she feared him grabbing hold of it. Hair-pulling hurt very badly, and infants were not especially gentle. Being that it was K'lir's child, she hesitated to let him have it, even though he was being remarkably good-natured... to the point of being sweet. Shadow squirmed atop her head, and she realized, as Shadow gave her a series of nasty images, that the baby was actually reaching for her 'mandyr and not her hair. Strange...

His smile was infectious, and she couldn't resist leaning her head against his for a brief moment. Of course, that put her 'mandyr closer to the babe's reach, but Shadow made sure to keep himself well away from the chubby fingers. He had no interest in being a toy, as he was telling Savitri repeatedly through distorted images of the little white 'mandyr chewing on the fingers that reached for him. Shadow, apparently, did not like the baby in the least.

K'lir's words caught her attention, and Savitri managed a tired smile for the greenrider, her gaze more affectionate when it turned back to the baby in her arms. "He isn't too heavy, and I've had practice with Aliscia's twins. Kahrelir, hmm?" she said, watching as the baby took possession of one of his father's fingers in lieu of grabbing for Shadow. "He looks like you. The eyes, especially." Her free hand rose to stroke at the boy's hair, belatedly realizing that K'lir probably really did want his child back. She sighed softly and pressed her cheek to the top of the boy's head for a brief moment and then carefully passed him back to his father, not letting to until she was sure K'lir had a good hold on him. It wasn't that she mistrusted the greenrider, no. She was just... being careful. Yes, that was it. Careful.

"You're welcome. I don't mind at all. He's very good-natured and not at all fussy," she said quietly, her eyes still on the infant. Sure, she was not sure she could handle one of her own, but that didn't stop her from wanting. Shadow, seeing as his Minepet was now back in his possession, was crawling down to her shoulder and giving Kahrelir a baleful look from afar. Savitri chuckled quietly and lifted a hand for the white 'mandyr to perch on. "Come on, Shadow. He's just a baby. Stop being such a brat and say hello," she lightly scolded the beast, silently impressing on the 'mandyr to play nice. The 'mandyr sulked and didn't move for a moment as human and beast battled wills, and then he spread his wings to hop the short distance to the greenrider and then down to the infant, making one lightning-fast lap around Kahrelir's shoulders before returning to his Minepet. His posture made it obvious that he was not all happy about being force to do that, and he disappeared back down Savitri's shirt before she could impress upon him to do anything more.

Rolling her eyes, the goldweyrling gave K'lir a rueful smile. "Don't ask what I bribed him with. Please." She would rather he didn't. It was rather private, and K'lir was not one she wanted to discuss that sort of thing with. "How old is he? Kahrelir... I mean." Yes, making conversation was good. It kept her attention off the drama going on a ways away from her.

[Rowana]

G'tor laughed allowed at the newly hatched brown's bold escapades. It seemed the young one was going to give his father some stiff competition in the future. O'don had better start watching his valuables with that little terror around. Gaze returning to the table, he was delighted to see that the lazy blue had chosen Lanthos. The boy made a promising start as a candidate if salamandyrs took to him so readily. He beamed congratulations before returning attention to the remaining four eggs. No cracks, but he knew they would hatch soon enough. He wondered what Ruskeath would think if he actually did impress one. Rusk was an easy going dragon, so he wasn't too worried, but 'mandyrs seemed to have stronger personalities than fire lizards. He hoped that wouldn't be a problem.

[archenstone]

X'vier simply watched as the brown hatchling and Showoff went at it, one scolding the other. As the brown scampered off to impress with his 'prize' X'vier began to wonder what he was getting into. He shifted his weight and eyed the other eggs. Mirazeth...you sure this is a good idea? Have you looked at these guys before? He raised an eyebrow at Mirazeth's humored reply.

Well Mine, I think one of them would make a nice friend to you. You could use more fun.... and I wouldn't mind seeing your sire's face the next time when he sees one running through his hold...

X'vier tried to picture it...and couldn't quite get the look right in his mind. You want me to have a mandyr so I can drive my Father nuts? ...You're a little sadistic for a dragon.

I never said that was why...I just think that part of it would be funny. X'vier shook his head. He had the most interesting dragon of all.