Breaking the Seal...(Mandyr Hatching)

[dragon]

Orena blinked when some fellow went stomping around and snapping at people. What was his problem? Why was he so grouchy? Unless he had one hidden in his pants and was chewing on him, he was one of the few not getting molested by tiny creatures with sharp teeth. But she didn't comment, only jumping once, when he slammed the bowl of ... what was that? Stewmeat that someone forgot to cook before serving? Anyway, he slammed it down beside that poor girl who seemed to be having a rather awful go of a day.

Faranth, he needed to loosen his collar or something. She had half a mind to tell him so, too. Before she could get so far as opening her mouth though, she had a ... one of the little creatures? Climbing up her leg. "Oh!" She said, holding carefully still as he climbed, trying to not dislodge him or knock him off. Orena didn't want to hurt any of the creatures, after all. There was enough of that going around without her adding to it.

The sensation of it wriggling into her mind was one a lot like when she had impressed Riavorth, not so very long ago. Tickled and charmed, especially at the little fellow's first words, she reached up to her own shoulder to pet him. How sweet!! But ... it all stopped there. At the second set of words and emotions, coupled with teeth sinking into her earlobe, Orena first froze in shock, not quite registering that someone had just touched her shoulder. A breath later, she was flailing and shreiking, pawing at her own shoulder and ear. "Get off! Get off! OWOWOWOW!! GERROFF!!!!" She squealed. "Why are you biting me, you little snot?!"

She never noticed if she managed to whack the fellow standing next to her in her flailings or not. Right then, her whole world was her earlobe. Which the little blue was decidedly clinging to with a tenaciousness that she decidedly did not like. Finally grabbing a hold of his thick, sausage-like body, she started trying to pull him off. Naturally, that only hurt more and she quickly stopped, instead hanging onto him with one hand and trying to pry his mouth open with the other. Through the whole of the thing, she never even noticed the tears that were making tracks down her cheeks. "Stooooooooooop!!! What did I ever do to you?! I wasn't late! I wasn't! STOOOOOOOOOP!"

Gerroff hungry! Hate! Late! Hate! Squeezehate! Hatehatehate!! The aptly-named Gerroff protested, biting down harder on her earlobe at every application of pressure that he detested. He wasn't going to give in until she gave in ... of course it didn't occur to him that she couldn't cure the hungry part until he emptied his mouth of her ear...

Orena wailed, just knowing that she was fixing to lose her entire ear to the little monster.

[Ruby]

Orena wasn't paying attention to him, but Hinsero didn't mind. She had a new baby to attend to, and he... I've no intention of biting or eating you, my Hinsero. Unerringly, his eyes found the tiny Green on the floor, the one that had hatched practically at the beginning, and had been so polite, waiting to make sure all her siblings found homes before choosing for herself. He'd been half aware of her the whole time, but now he felt her presence in full, seeming to wrap around his mind and fill in holes in his heart and soul he didn't even know he had. My sibling are darling but a little...confused...at times. Hinsero gaped vaguely in her direction, taking in every perfect vein, every beautiful inflection of color. He had never felt anything like this.

While he might have flinched away from another one - Orena's creature certainly seemed cringe worthy, he thought, an odd feeling of filial love lacing through that idea - this green was different. Her thoughts were so... loving, and coherent! What he'd heard from the others had been snatches, words and flashes of emotion, nothing so... ohhh, she was talking again! Hanging on every word, the candidate reached down to stroke her head with a thumb as she spoke. I'm afraid I do not much resemble this sausage you find so cute. Though I'm hungry enough that I feel I could eat a whole one right now. Won't you be a dear and get me something to eat, Hinsero love?

"It's true, you don't," he murmured, wishing he knew the trick of speaking in his head like riders did. Something about her tone made the conversation seem too intimate, too personal to be spoken aloud. It is not difficult, Hinsero love. I understand what you think, before even you put it into words. I can see, however, that you are overwhelmed right now. Don't worry, it will come to you in time,[/color][/i] she said, her tone so gentle it made him blush. Then, with a little shake, he tried to convey the idea that he'd get her something to eat. That drew a smokey, purring laugh from the little salamandyr, who gently directed Hers to the bowl left by Dmitri. That would do.

As Hinsero picked out only the best, most choice looking bits of meat, the Green coughed gently to get his attention. Hinsero love? May I ask you a question? Still pretty much floored, the Candidate just nodded, focusing instead on offering her a piece of meat he'd torn up small enough for her tiny mouth. You have a name, and my brother and sisters have been given names. Something about her tone made it clear that she meant Orena, the Weyrleader, and the greenriding Wastelander's salamandyrs, not the rest of the clutch. Is it not my turn?

Hinsero sat back on his heels, lifting the tiny creature so he could look her directly in the eye. "And what am I to call you, heart of my heart?" he whispered, looking around to make sure no one was listening in. "You complete me, fulfill me in a way..." In a way I haven't known ouside of Great Faranth.

The green laughed again, sending another pulse of love along their bond. Her eyes had hinted pink, but she didn't comment on that. You seem to have gotten the hang of wordless communication, she praised, then cocked her head to one side. Heart will do, I think. Heart of my Heart is a touch on the long side...