Welcome to the Family~ (Harmony's Hatching)

[Rei]

Gold Harmony and Bronze Imp Proudly Present...

The Sweet Things Clutch

Cotton Candy Egg



Banana Pudding Egg



Sugar Cookie Egg



Cupcake Egg



Apple Pie Egg



Dark Chocolate Egg



Red Velvet Cake Egg



Caramel Egg



Candy Apple Egg



Jellybean Egg

**Thanks go to Ruby for the amazing egg images she made me. I <3 U Rubykins~

[Rei]

Upon a table in the middle of the dining hall sat a basket. The basket at one time had held flowers. It had, in fact, been a center piece for the main table in the hall until it had become a war zone anyway. The flowers had been tossed away and the basket filled with all manner of things from feathers to scraps of cloth to a brightly colored scarf. In the middle of this hodgepodge of items were nestled ten eggs and curled around them a very irate and protective yellow gold. Harmony had claimed the basket weeks ago, much to the horror of the drudges. Any attempt to get the large gold to relocate had ended in threats and attempts at mauling, not only from an angry dam but a rather obedient sire as well. From the time that first little egg was laid the kitchen workers were doomed to failure. More so when said gold enlisted help from any mandyr willing. Eventually the drudges had given up although there were no shortage of complaints addressed to the rather embarrassed owner of the large nuisance.

In the end Harmony had been left pretty much unmolested. Even if she had claimed the entire table and was currently defending it like a pit bull with a bad attitude. No one ever said mandyrs were dumb. Her babies had impressed so well here last time. Food and people were more than readily available. Especially at meal times. The best chances for her offspring seemed to be present here. Even if the gold had to constantly chase the curious away and had even badly bitten a curious weyrbrat it was worth it. Besides the little snotty boy had deserved it in her opinion. Despite what Darmori had said to the contrary. With a stretch Harmony looked about the filling dinning hall. Dinner time. Frill spines extending the gold uttered a soft hiss as a rider passed a little too close to her basket. He moved off rather hurriedly when Imp scampered closer to investigate however. Good ImpLove. Keep nasties away.

Crooning lovingly to her mate she was abruptly distracted by a soft tapping noise. Head swiveling around she approached the clutch slowly. Movement from the Cotton Candy egg had a hum starting in Harmony’s throat even as she approached the closest egg and tapped it. A return tap from the Apple Pie egg had the hum increasing in volume even as she flared her over large wings to their fullest and reared up on her hind legs. Babies hatch! Come if think you worthy enough. Quietly she watched as the first curious onlookers started to gather the hum in her throat increasing in volume until someone got a little to close. With a vicious hiss she extended her frill spines. Babies come to you. Stay back!

From his place about to tables over Darmori groaned. Not again. As if being banned from the kitchens wasn’t enough at this rate he was going to be banned from the entire hall in general.

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Cotton Candy Egg ~ Green Cotton Impressed to Rosanna
Banana Pudding Egg ~ Blue Devon Impressed to M'ta
Sugar Cookie Egg ~ Brown Sunshine Impressed to Elisabeta
Cupcake Egg ~ Brown Casiloy Impressed to Casiloy
Apple Pie Egg ~ Blue Wit Impressed to Mo'rya
Dark Chocolate Egg ~ Green Sexy Impressed to V’rael
Red Velvet Cake Egg ~ Green Me Impressed to Ae'on
Caramel Egg ~ Hatched Bronze twins. Bronze Queen Impressed to Syrene And Bronze King Impressed to Kaius
Candy Apple Egg ~ Blue Flash Impresssed to J'on
Jellybean Egg ~ Green Cootie Impressed to Armind

[Sebz]

Casiloy had been 'borrowing' meat rolls from the kitchens- he was extremely hungry after and intense day of doing absolutely nothing. Well, he had been productive to some extent, that is if you want to call sitting near the feeding grounds and watching dragons gorge themselves on fat wherries 'productive'. Nevertheless, watching dragon's eat all day had made him hungry.

At any rate, he was glad that he had ended up in the kitchens at that particular time when he heard the command of the gold salamander that was perched near her clutch. Casiloy had been watching the clutch everyday, waiting for the day it would hatch. He had been informed that candidates were not allowed to impress a 'mandyr, but if he just happened to be there...

Holding two meat rolls, he approached the clutch cautiously glancing at the others who had gathered there. He rolled his eyes as someone made the stupid mistake of getting to close to the eggs and was reprimanded by the Gold.

A salamandyr could be very useful, at least in Casiloy's opinion. His own person spy. More importantly, perhaps today he could make a friend. Luckily, the colorful eggs were gaudy enough to hold his attention, something which was very hard to do. Shifting his wait, he eagerly looked at the one egg that was rocking slightly.

Casiloy started humming his own hatching song, he felt it was proper. They did it at dragon hatches right? So why not for a mandyr clutch? Wait, was it the dragons that hummed?

Casiloy shrugged and continued his song.

[Zephyr]

It wasn't too much of a stretch to say that Kaius was hungry. As stated in a previous thread (of course no one stalks Kai, so it wouldn't be awful to restate it here for purposes of an unknowning public), the job of eating is one that is never done for a teenage boy...even a flamboyant one who likes bright colors and dresses in girl's clothing, it seems. Yes. Kaius knew Casiloy was around. Ever since the day of the other boy's kissing booth, the other candidate had been trying to avoid him. He didn't seem unkind in the least, he was just frighteningly different in a way that Kaius wasn't used to, and when he wasn't used to something, he tended to try and find a way away from it. Of course, if said thing he was unused to turned up ABSOLUTELY everywhere he went, then there was little he could do to avoid it.

So, Kaius waited until the last possible second to walk to dinner. By this time, his stomach was ravenous and he was ready to scarf down whatever crap was laid in front of him. He had heard rumors, of course, of a golden mandyr laying her eggs in the middle of a table in the very center of the dining hall, but at the moment, salamandyrs were the very last thing on the candidate's mind. He had never actually met a mandyr before. This isn't saying that he wouldn't be happy to meet one, they just seemed a little too snippy for his tastes. Of course meeting a mother mandyr trying to protect her clutch from a throng of curious and excited people wouldn't raise his opinion of the beasts much.

At the moment though, he didn't know about Harmony or her clutch. Without looking around, Kaius walked into the dining hall, towards the food. The scent caused his stomach to constrict, and all thoughts of everything else were displaced from his mind. His thinking at the moment was clearly. Food, food, food, everything else. In that order.

Suddenly though, a humming stopped him exactly in his tracks. The tall boy would have pitched right over if he had been going a little faster. The humming was something he was trained to stop everything that he was doing to search for the source. As a candidate, he was taught to be on the lookout for the humming that signified the begging of the event that defined his whole purpose at the weyr.

A hatching.

A moment of confusion crossed over him. There weren't any hatching scheduled anytime soon. There weren't even any pregnant golds. Turning his head, he regarded the small group of people with some confusing before turning tail and walking that way, veering off his original path of going to get food. His stomach screamed at him, but he ignored it, walking up slowly to stand behind some shorter girl (short is a relative term when it comes to Kaius), and looked at the clutch. It was colorful enough to catch even his attention, and even though he knew he should just ignore the hatching and continue onto getting dinner...he couldn't look away.

__________

Vellani wasn't going to go get dinner. It wasn't that she wasn't hungry. It was just that sometimes, some things were a little more important. The girl had long since finished her chores and was currently hard at work trying to patch up a pair of her old trousers. Being a candidate left little money with which to buy new clothing, and she needed something that didn't show her rear for all to see. So, at the moment, she was struggling with the needle. Now, here's something that it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out. A sharp needle, plus a perpetually clumsy girl doesn't make a very good combination. Not only had the candidate stabbed herself on several occasions, indeed, too many to count, this last time she had actually drew blood.

" SHARD IT!" She didn't care who heard her curse, she was just so damn fed up with it all. Growling softly, she slammed the cloth against her bed, not really caring if she lost the needle. It didn't seem to matter that it might show up in her foot one day, or if she was really unlucky (and Ani was), in her hand or arm or face or something. The pearl of blood blooming on her thumb went into her mouth and she sucked on the wound lightly, hoping that she didn't damage herself irreparably.

She still hadn't meant to go to dinner. Instead, she would find something else to keep her occupied. It wasn't until she heard one of the other girls talking about something interesting that she decided to check it out. The girl mentioned a mandyr hatching in the dining hall at that very moment. Rubbing her injured thumb, Ani knew she shouldn't go...but try to tell her what to do.

Without thinking about it further, she was already gone, trotting up the path towards the dining hall. The humming was well underway, rumbling through her hands and arms as she walked over, a bit apprehensively. Mandyrs hummed too, like dragons? Wondering if this was what a hatching would be like, she ducked in front of a tall boy (much to Kaius' chagrin), and peered over another girl's shoulder.

Oh wow. The gold was pretty. Was all she could think at that moment.

[archenstone]

V'rael had been lounging in the dining hall, drinking milk and eating some cold roast wherry. It was a pretty nice day and he was trying to think of what he wanted to do once his duties where over. Then out of the blue, he heard a mental voice calling for people to attend a hatching. "So....that Queen Mandyr's nest is finally hatching?" He spoke aloud and stood up. At least a Mandyr hatching would be interesting.

He walked over to the table, glancing at Casiloy humming away. He merely grinned and stood there with his plate of roast wherry slices and snacked as the eggs rocked. He had enough wherry to share. He looked over the eggs, saw the cotton candy moving and wondered how long it would be before eggs started breaking and chaos broke loose.

[Ember]

It was by way of a strange coincidence that two young males bonded to blue dragons and had no pets were both in the dining hall at the same time. That time being when Harmony's clutch decided oh-so-conveniently to hatch. Sadly (and luckily for the younger one) their similarities ended there and thus their reactions were very different. A certain Dy'shi of the rather unique female blue Chakraith found himself panicking. No, no, no. There is nothing to...well, there might be some harm in Impressing a salamandyr but there is certainly no harm for the little creature to bond to you.

Chakraith, who knew her mindmate's mind probably better than he did, saw no reason for her young rider to fear simply impressing to something any longer. He had Impressed to her and she had never come to harm. It didn't even need mentioning that he was different from when he was just a little boy. Soothingly she added, You would take great care of anything entrusted to you. There is nothing to fear. True enough, the blue's calming presence in his mind helped keep him from a mad dash out of the dining hall. It was not enough, however, to cast away his irrational fear of being responsible for a life - other than Chakraith's, because she mostly took care of him instead.

Dy'shi scrambled to eat what was left of his food. He nearly choked several times before Chakraith gently reminded him that eating in such a way would only make it harder to leave if he did indeed choke. He slowed his eating just enough to make sure he chewed properly. When he was done - not soon enough, oh Faranth, get him out of there! - he strode briskly for the exit. Chakraith flashed him an image of her favourite spot to relax and he fully intended to go there and nap curled up with her. For an active fifteen turn old he sure liked sleeping.

As he finally, finally made it to the exit he bumped straight into someone else. He stumbled back a couple steps and took a moment to lightly rub his nose. Ouch. The next moment had him smiling sheepishly at the person he bumped into. "So sorry. You alright?" He wasn't sure why he asked. They looked fine and he was hardly built enough that simply bumping into someone would even hurt.

Now then, there were two blueriders mentioned. The other was Ae'on of Sfelyth. His reaction was a harsh, nonsensical curse word as he looked over his shoulder at the table hosting the clutch. Of course he'd pick a table near something some gold menace had laid. His luck was just that wonderful. Sarcasm; Ae'on used it. Sfelyth was curiously silent in his mind and the teen took that as a sign that the blue didn't particularly mind if His didn't feel like being shared. Good. One monster in his head was more than enough.

He meant to leave immediately. Really, he did. However, plans tended to get ruined when put into effect. The world was not kind enough to let everything be hunky-dory. It kind of sucked, in his mind. As he moved to get off his seat his foot curiously got hooked on it and he ended up on his ass on the floor. Another Ae'on-brand curse as he picked himself up and positively glared at the people blocking his intended path. So they were making him go the other, longer way? Fine. Just...fine. Before he could make good on his new plan, though, he noticed that a couple of those gathering were candidates.

"You don't want to be doing that," he commented to them. "Did you know draconids can figure out everything in your head without even having to open up your skull? As interesting as that is its really freaking annoying. Do yourselves a favour, candidates: resign from candidacy and get out of here before those things have a chance to drive you insane." With that, he turned to get through the less crowded area and away from hatching mind-buggers. The best part (or the worst part) was that Ae'on was actually giving them advice to be happy. Faranth knows it was better ot simply be Healer Ae'on than Dragon Riding Healer Ae'on. What a mouthful.

((First opportunity to have Dy bump into their char goes to Ruby, but if she doesn't wanna stick him with Beta, feel free.))

[Requiem]

Why not? It won't hurt you. How do you figure? Even if I were to Impress, it would not be another PMS, 'Ruth. I miss him, the brown admitted soberly. M'ta continued in his neverending bid to entice Teri into eating her greens; she was as fond of them as most children were. The Weyrlingmaster had a hard time comprehending this not liking a certain food thing, but then, he'd grown up where anything was a small miracle.

While M'ta fought his battles with his adopted daughter, however, Behruth had other ideas. He knew another salamandyr would not replace PMS. But it would be smarter than the Sneak, and maybe be some sort of company when His was otherwise occupied. A distraction from the mind that thought too often of Checkoth's and saw as a solution actions that no one else would likely even fathom. The brown didn't like bearing the weight of fault for that. So he brushed the mind of his favorite human hatchling.

Teribuuug... The little girl cocked her head to one side, right in the middle of wrinkling her nose at her father's attempt to get her to eat her peas. Don't you want to see the new tiny mandyr shinies? That was hardly a question worth asking. The child's face immediately lit up and she slipped from her seat, not heeding her father's demands that she stop. Teri was already in the crowd and coming up to stand near Darmori. Her hand tugged on his pant leg. "For me?" She looked up at him with yearning.

***

For Armind's part, there was nothing accidental for his being at the Hatching. He'd been scoping the place out since the moment the first egg was nestled in the basket. In fact, the candidate spent as much time as his overabundant energy would allow in the dining hall. The child was determined to get one of these forbidden creatures for himself, if only because it was forbidden. Besides, they were excellent at insults and a partner in crime would be awesome.

All such thoughts, however, were arrested by something else. There...was a man...dressed in women's clothes. Though Armind had seen him around before, the boy had avoided Casiloy almost religiously from the moment he was noticed in the youngest candidate's little world. And people said there was no such thing as cooties! Men grew breasts and Impressed golds, while others started dressing in skirts. Armind refused to be cootified.

Unfortunately, there were no true macho men anywhere about. And Kaius was not a fan of Arminds. The candidate rocked from heel to toe in indecision, but he finally decided that he had to get that salamandr more than anything. So, ever so cautiously, he crept up, skirting more toward Kaius than Casiloy. Hopefully neither would see him, so he could get his 'mandyr in peace.

[Ruby]

Piden was showing off. Honestly, Piden was more often showing off than not, but today it was intentional. Fuzzy tan robe over red pajama pants, leporine slippers with the floppy ears, elegantly tousled hair... but as artistically sleepy as Piden looked, that wasn't it. No, what he was showing off was far more obvious. Three, exactly the same forest green as Piden's eyes, was curled around his neck, flashing her eye-marked wings at anyone who looked at her wrong. Red was less obvious, her tiny form making a minuscule lump in the chest pocket of Piden's robe. As usual, though, it was Shells who was the most obvious. He was on the table, scarlet frill half extended for balance, picking choice morsels out of Piden's morning eggs and sausage as he kept up a sleepy monologue about how lucky he was that food made him handsome while it made ugly greens fat. Taking another bite of bacon, Piden vaguely thanked whatever greater power might exist that it was morning, and Shells was still half asleep.

There was a reason for his obviousness: the clutch, laid so conveniently in the middle of the dining hall. Salamandyrs usually didn't double impress, and as far as he knew, Piden was the only living human with three. That he was still sane was a testament to his narcissism, if nothing else. Regardless, he didn't think he'd survive four of the creatures, and he wanted to be 100% sure the little buggers knew what they were getting in to if they decided to hatch while he was having breakfast with some of the other Handlers.

Of course, of course, he wasn't even entirely done with breakfast when a sudden commotion and telltale hum - tripled in his mind as soon as Red, the most observant, picked up the tone - alerted Piden that the clutch was, indeed, hatching right now. Of course it was, and the only available seats in the hall this morning put Harmony between himself and the exit. "Make sure you let 'em know what you think of them," he muttered to Shells, who immediately perked up and went quiet, waiting for the first hatchling to break shell. Piden idly hoped they were all green; Shells had a special hatred for the smaller females. Raising a hand, Piden shouted over the commotion, addressing the Gold's poor owner, "Ey, Darmori! Doing alright?"

--

Elisabeta grumbled, kicking at a rock-hard heel of bread someone had dropped who knows how long ago. Too many people here; the dinner rush made Elisabeta jumpy. She usually avoided it, but today she'd forgotten, going to get her food later than usual. Huge mistake. One table seemed even busier than usual, but the Greenrider ignored it, heading instead for the - ooph.

The Bluerider was a little taller than she was, but Elisabeta didn't have trouble looking down her nose at him. He was polite enough that, normally, she would have let it go, but the crows were making her grumpy, and the universe had provided her with a lovely little scapegoat. "You're sorry?" she asked, tone absolutely dripping scorn. "Oh, I'm so glad I know that. Sorry for what? And where, exactly were you headed so quickly that you felt the need to knock over your betters?"

[Kisha-Ra]

Imp lifted his swirled frill, an adornment that was often on display of late, and scurried over the table to investigate another person who was too close to the eggs for Harmony’s liking. Frightening away all the curious humans in here was hard work, there were so many of them, and some never learned. It was sad, so sad, they could look if only they weren’t so inclined to try and touch. If they kept their fingers to themselves Imp wouldn’t have to chase them (the thought that Harmony might demand it anyway never occurred to Imp).

What? Imp’s frill dropped and the bronze turned his body almost back on itself to look at his mate and her nest. Babies hatch! The bronze echoed his mate joyously, after all the waiting he would finally get to see them hatch! He couldn’t quite recall why he hadn’t seen the last babies hatch but he did remember that he hadn’t. The brindled bronze trotted back toward the basket nest, standing on his hind legs to peer in at the moving eggs. Beautiful. Babies be too, like Harmonylove. he commented, then dropped back to all fours to whirl and give a warning hiss to somebody who looked like reaching out. Still not get to touch. Look only, with eyeses. he cautioned.


Of course Mo’rya was one of the naturally curious, and the brightly coloured eggs were fascinating enough that the bronzeweyrling peered at them from as close as the two salamandyrs would allow every time something brought him to the dining hall. Today however he’d already had his peer over the edge of the basket and was now getting down to the serious business of feeding himself, and Evil of course.

The thick honey was a pain in the tail to force out of the eyedropper that was by far the easiest tool to feed the sinister firelizard with, at least with that most of Evil’s favoured, and as far as Mo’rya could tell only, form of sustenance ended up inside the blue rather than all over him and consequently all over Mo’yra. The first time he’d ignored Evil for long enough for the firelizard to feed himself was most certainly the last, Mo’rya thought he was never going to be able to get either Evil or the honey out of his hair after that little incident. At least he still had Ghost and Epifayrmuth to keep him sane against Evil, although his two metallic mindmates were currently relaxing in the sun, a wise choice Mo’rya felt.

Naturally his presence in the area meant that Mo’rya was one of the first to hear the golden salamandyr’s announcement, and to hear her pick up the humming that seemed to accompany all hatchings. Evil hissed, lashed his thick tail once, stinging Mo’rya’s hand, and vanished in a huff. Evil, did not like babies. Ghost however did, and she quickly appeared to perch on Mo’rya’s shoulder and do her best to hide in his hair, a futile effort since it was tied back in a runnerstail to keep it out of Evil’s dinner.

Without Evil by his side Mo’rya had considered moving forward but Ghost prevented him in more ways than one, firstly the dam of this clutch did not seem to like firelizards, an odd affliction indeed, and secondly Ghost didn’t want to be closer, she wanted to watch from a polite distance thank you so much. It was rude to get to close to nests, very rude. Mo’rya absent mindedly scratched Ghost under the chin and climbed onto his chair for a better view. He didn’t really need to be close; if a salamandyr wanted him it would let him know, just like the rest of his mindmates.


J’on was mostly concentrating on his food, a salamandyr nest in middle of the hall didn’t bother him as long as they didn’t hatch while he was there. No salamandyr could ever replace his Wraith, so he wasn’t going to try, he thought he might go for a firelizard next time there was a clutch, J’ash’s collection of browns were sweet, but no more salamandyrs.

Of course the greenrider often picked the right place at the wrong time, so it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him when the salamandyrs cheerfully announced their hatching right while he was jammed in a corner with the nest table between him and the exit. However although it shouldn’t have come as a surprise, it did, and instantly had J’on looking about for an escape route. True to form for these things there wasn’t one avalible, the only exit had more than a few people blocking it, and a crowd was forming around the eggs as well, providing an excellent hazard to try and avoid.

I think you should stay.[/color] The unsolicited, unwelcome advice came. STAY? Rinagth are you mad? I don’t want to stay here with… salamanydrs… hatching. Why not? You like them, for some reason. I at least find them amusing. Watch, you can’t escape anyway.[/color] Well Rinagth was right about that, he’d just hide behind his table and make a break for it once the doorway was clear.

[Rei]

Good. The humans seemed capable of some small intelligence after all. Harmony was rather pleased that so many had gathered. Plenty of choices for their offspring. Large wings giving one sudden and hard flap, she then folded them back into a resting position and crooned to Imp. Such a perfect and lovely male she had picked. Happily she responded to her bronze. Yes. Beautiful babies we make. Best ones. There was no small amount of pride in her tone either. Obviously they were the best. Look at how many came for just that chance to be a slave to one. Turning back to her clutch she hovered over the now quite violently rocking Cotton Candy egg. The tapping from the Apple Pie egg had increased in volume and a few of the other eggs had started to slowly sway in response. It was however a completely different egg that the honor of first to hatch went to. Beside the Cotton Candy egg, and being tapped into at every movement from it’s sibling, sat the Red Velvet Cake egg. Finally it was if the baby inside that egg had had quite enough of the abuse from it’s sibling. With a sudden heave the Red Velvet Cake egg smacked rather violently against it’s sibling and simply shattered spilling out a brilliant emerald green mandyr.

The Red Velvet Cake green straightened herself up rather abruptly and flicked her perfectly formed wings. The dampness from her egg confines only seemed to magnify her emerald coloration and for a moment she preened, simply basking in the attention of the people gathered. Oh wasn’t she gorgeous? If she had eyelashes she most certainly would be batting them. Instead she flared her wings and slowly removed herself from the remains of her egg. Scrambling up to the rim of the basket, the green cast her eyes about to examine her adoring audience. Behind her the Cotton Candy egg finally cracked a little pastel green nose peeking out from the confines of her egg. Harmony crooned lovingly to her first two offspring, her hum then increasing in volume as the Sugar Cookie egg sped up in it’s rocking and the Apple Pie egg started to gain hairline cracks. Come Loves.

Having had suitable time to peruse through her adoring fans the Red Velvet Cake green was quite happy when her chosen chose to approach her instead. With a sweet croon she waited. Only for him to blabber to a few other meat bags and then turn to leave. WHAT! With a creel she leapt from the basket and flung herself into the crowd. Unfortunately wet wings don’t work so well and after only a few flaps she ended up crashing into Kaius’ shoulder with a wet smack. Frilling her tines at him she commented. Hi sexy. Before leaping off the candidate to glide rather awkwardly towards the fleeing Ae’on. It was almost a miss but thankfully the Red Velvet Cake green’s claws had barely hooked into the fabric of his pants. She quickly strengthened her hold before she crooned lovingly and then commented to the entire hall. Love Handsome. Nice ass. Rubbing her head affectionately against his right cheek she proceeded to scamper up his clothing until she reached his shoulder where she proceeded to preen. Silly man. Thinking he could forget her.

Harmony watched her daughter with growing concern until it became apparent that she had impressed. Well then good. Even if she rather thought that one was a bit undeserving. Turning back to the clutch she kept up her encouraging hum even going so far as to lightly tap some of the still eggs. Wake up babies. Time to greet the world.

Darmori had taken to singing softly in his anxiety. Sitting on top of the table adjacent to his gold, so he could see everything clearly over the crowd, he was repeating the same song over and over to calm his nerves. “You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when…” A small voice and a light tug cut him off abruptly. Blinking down in clear surprise at the little girl he gave her a smile. “For you? Are you saying you want one of Harmony’s babies?” He questioned before offering her a hand. “You want to come up here with me? You could see them better and they could see you better. Maybe one of them will like you?” He was only really humoring the little girl. She was awful tiny. Plus from a higher vantage point maybe one of her parents would find her easier. He didn’t want her to get stepped on. Not at all. A shout from across the hall was a momentary distraction and Darmori took a moment to figure out who had called out. Oh Piden. "Yeah! I think I'm okay. You know someone who lost a girl?" He shouted back over the increasing crowd while still keeping his hand out for said little girl.

[Rei]

Red Velvet Cake Green
Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: June 3016
Color: Base 009900 Stripes 9AFF9A
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: Ae'on

Physical Appearance:

Beautiful. This is the first word that comes to mind when viewing this green. She is near perfect in body type and structure. Her weight is spot on, everything is within proper proportion, and she has about her a dainty and very feminine air. You’d be hard pressed to find a thing wrong with her physically even if you were looking. She seems to know this too. Fully formed and lovely functional wings grace her back and her tail is just the right length for a mandyr. Not terribly long nor too thick. Simply perfect for her size. The only possible mar to her perfection might be the fact that she doesn’t have a proper frill. Instead she was born with the same bony spines ringing her head that her siblings and dam sport. Her spines being a perfectly polished black.

Her hide is also gorgeous. A bright and shiny shade of emerald green, the color having no lack of shine or depth. It is simply stunning and even more so when she is in the sun where it almost seems to glow with its own light. Only a few markings are present on her unmarred emerald hide. A soft shade of pale green lines her eyes like eyeliner and seems to paint the lids themselves and thin stripe of the same color travels down her spine and also forms raccoon bands along her tail. Other than that her beautiful emerald hue dominates.


Personality:

You can say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but this green knows she is drop dead gorgeous and she flaunts it. She is extremely flirtatious, terribly loud and a complete showoff. To make maters worse she has a pretty decent vocabulary. Although her sentences are not by any means perfect she sure gets her point across very well. She also adores attention. Of any type. She will frequently do her best to be the center of attention. Using not only her looks but her word choices to make that happen. She is particularly fond of ‘naughty’ words because those seems to get the best reaction. In fact it will not be uncommon for her to blurt out words like sex or a curse or two in a place like a crowded dinning hall just to get the attention she deserves. Oh but you see she isn’t narcissistic enough to believe that she needs all the attention. Oh no. Hers needs attention as well. Because he is just the most handsome male ever to walk the surface of Pern. Or so she’ll tell anyone who will listen. And anyone who won’t listen too.

Despite her love of attention the female doesn’t seem to make judgments about people. She’s not really nasty or mean. No she just loves attention. She does however detest firelizards with a passion and will be prone to trying to trick them into making fools of or hurting themselves. Other female mandyrs are simply tolerated at best and ignored at worst. They can provide her with little. It is the male mandyrs and even sometimes a particularly handsome human she goes nuts for. She is not beyond outright flirting and draping herself over them. Trying her level best to endear herself to them so they will adore her as is expected. Double points for the male mandyr if they can get theirs to pay attention to hers as well. As can be expected this green will run quite often and she will also be prone to picking multiple partners in a run. But no more than two. The more to play attention to her and hers the better. She isn’t very faithful to her partners usually. She’s only in it for the attention after all, not a life partner. She already has one so why would she need two? But the more a mandyr sucks up to her the higher his chances are of being picked frequently.

[Zephyr]

Kaius had only ever been to one hatching before, and it hadn’t been the most pleasant experience. More often than not, the hatchling had come out deformed and unfortunately, the new power over the weyr wasn’t about to let deformed dragons live among them. The boy supposed he understood the reasoning behind this. If the dragons couldn’t be functioning members of society, then there were nothing but another mouth to feed, but was killing them worth the loss of life of the dragons’ new mind mates? If one used the excuse that these deformed dragons were nothing but a waste of space, then couldn’t the same be said about the elderly or small children? Most children didn’t contribute heavily to the weyr, especially those too young to be considered as candidates, and yet they didn’t go around killing them. If one even went a little further…couldn’t those deformed dragons be used for something other than fighting or flying? He thought that if the Weyrleader thought about it hard enough he could come up with something for them to do to prevent the needless slaughtering of hatchlings and kids alike. Standing there thinking about it, the tall boy shuddered lightly. For once, he was grateful that he hadn’t impressed at that hatching. There would be others, and he didn’t want to throw his life away for one of those deformed dragons. A harsh thought, he knew, but he’d rather not be thrown into a life or death situation without having a choice in the matter.

His mind shifted to the present as he gazed at the colorful, rocking Salamandyr eggs. He wondered if this would be a replay of that hatching, and honestly hoped not. The weyr didn’t need any more bloodshed than it already had witnessed. But…did the dragonriders kill deformed salamandyrs? It didn’t seem that the little beasts really contributed much to the everyday functioning of the weyr anyway, so to kill a deformed one would just be needless slaughtering. He bit his lip. Sometimes the depths of his own thoughts surprised him. Better not let anyone else know, they might think him smart and come to him for advice or whatever.

He couldn’t have that.

He heard someone speaking in his general direction and glanced back to see another boy, younger than himself. It took the candidate a second, but he recognized the boy as one of the older weyrlings ( not in age, for the boy was younger than Kaius himself, just in terms of progression through the ranks of riders). Kaius’ face screwed up in an irritated fashion. This was rich coming from someone who had a dragon of all things. He knew that it generally wasn’t the rider’s fault that they impressed. Even if they didn’t want to, the dragons chose after all. He just couldn’t fathom why any dragon would want to put up with that level of pessimism day in and day out. It boggled the mind. Sighing, he ignored the boy and turned his head back to the hatching.

That was when a flash of something small caught his attention. Head turned again, catching the sight of the younger candidate who had done his damndest to make his life as absolutely miserable as possible. “ Hey, pipsqueak.” Kaius said in Armind’s general direction. He wasn’t about to wait for the younger boy’s response when he heard a few things simultaneously, a sharp creel, the rustling of wings, and an irritating screech from the girl in front of him. He turned to see a green ball of scales and wings heading straight towards him. He had little time to react and swayed where he stood as the mandyr crashed into one of his shoulders. He was rather top heavy as it seemed, but was able to keep himself from crashing into the girl in front of him. Eyes found the form of the gorgeous little green thing ( as far as mandyrs go, of course), and she spoke to him, making the candidate blush slightly from her words. Since when did mandyrs think humans attractive? It just showed how much he knew about them. Before he could think about it further, the little green was gone, flinging herself towards the retreating form of the pessimistic weyrling.

Kaius stared with wide eyes. What the? How did someone like that manage to impress not only a dragon hatchling but a mandyr hatchling? He couldn’t help but laugh a little too loudly though. This was more amusing than it was annoying. “ What was that about resigning? I hope you enjoy your “freaking annoying” new bonded.” He grinned cockily at Ae’on. It took a lot to really amuse Kaius, but this was rich and too much.

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Like Kaius, Ani didn’t know much about mandyrs herself. No one at Blossom had one, and indeed, she didn’t even know they existed until she came to Selenitas. It was exhilarating, to say the least, and as she watched the eggs quivering, she wondered if this was what her first dragon hatching would be like. As the first little dragon made her way from her egg, Vellani stared in amazement. Mandyrs as a whole might not have been as aesthetically pleasing as dragons were, but this little green was just gorgeous. She wanted to reach a hand out and touch it, but didn’t want to incur the wrath of the mother salamandyr, so instead, she watched as the dainty green preened herself.

Voices broke her attention and she turned her gaze to see some boy talking to the candidates in general. She grinned lightly. Now wasn’t he just the sour puss? She didn’t really mind, none of the candidates got this far without being dedicated to something, if it wasn’t mandyrs, then it was most certainly the dragons. But Ae’on was cute, so Vellani let him off with a light giggle, watching his rear as he walked away. She was distracted enough to not catch the green mandyr’s next movements.

Suddenly, with a creel, the green launched herself forward. Ani’s heart dropped into her stomach and her head darted arouns. A shrill squeal left her throat as it looked like it was heading towards her. She was in too much shock to realize that the hatchling was angling herself slightly upwards towards the tall boy behind her. Oh course she didn’t care. It. Was. Going. To. Kill. Her. Gouge out her eyeballs and eat them!

Letting out another shriek, she leaped out of the path of the mandyr hatchling, towards the nearest body. It just happened to be M’ta’s unfortunate not-so-pleasure to be that body. Vellani clung to the brownrider, burying her head in his clothing. “ Help, please! It’s after me! I don’t want to DIE!” The volume dramatically heightened at the end.

Oh Faranth, was she going to be embarrassed later.

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The little ones all flee, K’ianmine. Romeoth’s thoughts slid into K’ian’s mind, as smooth as melted chocolate. The tall bronzerider was standing near a building, leaning against the side casually. The line of his jaw tightened lightly as he picked through his dragon’s words. A snort. Why’s that? It took his dragon a moment to answer back, as if he had to think about it himself. I am not sure. Rumors abound though, of a certain golden beast, hatching eggs and food. If dragons could smile, K’ian could have imagined a very cocky grin sliding over the dragon’s face at the smug tone of what he said next. Hungry, mine? Of course he was hungry, but that wasn’t what Romeoth meant and he knew it. Grinning lightly, the oversized bronzer made his way towards the dining hall, the pace of his long legs eating up the distance like it was nothing.

Like most of the others, he had never heard of salamandyrs before coming to Selenitas. His first impression of the beasts were that they were an unholy mixture of firelizard and dragon. His first impression had been disgust, which wasn’t different from the reactions of most of his peers. The salamandyrs were uglier than dragons or firelizards and seemed to be nothing but an irritant to those they bonded with. They were greedy, insistent, vain little creatures and yet they seemed to be growing on the tall man. I hope you aren’t thinking what I think you might be thinking. K’ian shook his head, sighing heavily. Don’t be ridiculous. I just want to watch. It’s not every day you get to watch little abominations hatch. And he did think they were abominations. Rom was all he needed in his mind at the moment, any more and he might just explode.

It seemed, from the sounds coming from inside that one of the hatchlings had emerged. Entering, eyes found Elisabeta quickly enough. A wide grin spread across his face and he forgot about the head attacking mandyrs long enough to stride over to the woman. It seemed she was harassing one of the native dragonriders, and a kid at that. K’ian felt sorry for the kid. What did he do to incur Beta’s wrath? Grinning one of those infectious smiles that he seemed to get far too often, he craned his neck over. “ There’s our Elisabeta. Always the bright ray of sunshine on a rainy day. Tormenting kids now, I see. It’s always a pleasure to see you in such good spirits my dear.” While he was trying to torment Beta a bit, he was also trying to give the poor bluerider an escape by distracting the greenrider. “ This hatching interrupting your dinner? You must love that.” Another grin and he glanced over towards where the eggs were. It seemed only one hatchling was out.

He heard about the last salamanyr hatching and how many deformed little beasties came from that clutched. Somehow, he just hoped that this one would be better. The poor weyr didn’t need any more abnormalities or deformities when it came to their hatchlings…of any species.

[InsaneWhitey28]

Meal times were always her favorite times. Why? Well, because she could eat for one, without getting yelled at for taking some food before designated meal times(could she help if she missed breakfast sometimes? No!), and two there were always nice little gossip circuits running about the Weyr. The ones pertaining to those she wanted just took a little longer to find is all. It took a careful ear, a few choice words and sometimes just downright eavesdropping. The teen had to admit it to her old rival, learning to recognize every voice of every person in a crowded room was difficult, she could hardly recognize two and she was only looking for one in particular. A certain, how shall she say it?... Princess of Selenitas. A very pink princess. And yet a very dark one as well. Well that's redundant.

Rolling her gray eyes, the teen girl snorted and walked into the hall, her long mahogany hair let loose of it's own accord today, even her customary ribbons and braids were missing. Nope she was simply allowing it all to just...hang. It had been brushed with careful attention until it shined, because really, the girl was conceited about her hair. She wasn't going to lie. At least about that. Her calf high boots made small, soft noises on the stone floor as she easily walked over to the kitchen, eyes watching the mandyr table warily as she passed it, glows briefly catching her eyes, causing the golden specks hidden inside the gold depths to flare briefly. But the moment passed, and she passed the table, breathing a small sigh of relief that the queen hadn't noticed her.

Slipping into the kitchen, the teen briefly tugged at the uniform for candidates, a small sneer crossing her face before it passed as she grabbed her food.

No fashion sense whatsoever award goes to whoever made these uniforms. she grumbled to herself, making sure to grab a cup of klah as she left the kitchen with her tray. Yes, she actually goes into the kitchen to get her food, because she's paranoid like that. Nobody to tamper with it but her. Humming to herself as she undoubtedly decided to ignore the fashion don't of the uniform, the teen chose to pick a table rather far away from the mandyr table. Far away. She had seen what had happened to those who got too close and she did not want to reap the benefit of that particular experience for herself. Thus the candidate set herself to devouring her meal, she had rather amusing plans for that night, plans involving a rather pompous deadglow of a rider. It'll do him some good to wake up to a bucket of cold water placed promptly over his door and strategically too. Smiling to herself, she set herself to a current task even as the humming picked up a rather more joyous tune.

It was halfway through her meal when the message reverberated though her mind, causing her to give a little jump and nearly choke on her current bit of wherry meat. Silly, little gold creature. Sniffing, she shook her head and went back to her food, before the murmurs caught her curiosity anyway. Unable to resist, she turned on the bench to observe the mandyr hatching, raising her eyebrows at the sight of so many already surrounding the table. Oh and of course Armind would be there, looking for a little mandyr, a pet that's supposed to be practically banned from candidates and weyrlings. She of course couldn't see the rocking eggs, but when a green streak flew through the air hitting a man's shoulder before racing after a retreating rider. But of course her comment...

Her comment had the teen choking on her meat more than the gold's message had, not from embarrassment or anything of the sort, but from pure hilarity. Taking a drink of klah to dislodge the offending piece of food, the teen took small gasps of air as she felt the hilarity fade from her person after a few short giggles that were promptly stifled and almost had her stomach bursting with the ache at holding back her merriment. What a way to Impress.

Shaking her head ruefully, the teen finally decide that this little hatching was just going to be far, far, too interesting to miss, simply to see the obvious fun of it all. Smiling to herself, a chuckle still threatening to escape her lips, the candidate moved her tray to a closer table, merely one away and though the crowd was still rather think, at least she could see through the cracks to the hatching eggs and watch the amusement from her new little perch.

[Requiem]

Terilyn's face broke out in a broad smile at Darmori's response, nodding her head to his question. She liked the feel of this one. People often felt like shadows and hardness, if only in a few places - her father felt more like that than quite a few - but the wherhandler was different and she liked him immediately. Trusted him immediately. The little girl gave her hand to him with no hesitation and clambered up beside him on the table, resting her head against his arm with a contented little sigh.

"Look!" she squeaked with excitement, watching the little green who first took flight. The child waved happily at Ae'on, though her face displayed some small amount of confusion at some of the salamandyr's words, knowing the healer from the infirmary. She had often played with Kahrelir there before...he went away. "Really think one will like me?" she questioned Darmori shyly.

The brownrider was hardly amused. Teri had disappeared into the crowd, and even with a ton of younger candidates he still found their height to be a barrier. He couldn't see over most of them to find her. It was, in fact, Darmori's call to Piden that alerted him rather than the sight of his daughter. M'ta tried to force his way into the crowd to get to her.

A venture that might have gone better if a suddenly hysterical teenager didn't fling herself at him and latch on. M'ta blinked, stiffening, his memory failing to produce a name or even if he'd seen her before. So why was she running to him? A hand went to a shoulder. Though he did not pry her off, it did establish some small amount of distance in the cold nature of the touch. "What are you shrieking about, girl?"

The Weyrlingmaster really didn't have the time or patience for this at the moment. He was, however, surprisingly too polite to just thrust the girl aside, however much he might have wanted to. "Nothing is after you," came the brisk words. "You can make yourself useful and help me find my daughter, or at least let go of me. Terilyn's three and the excitement of the crowd seems to have infected her." The distracted nature of the words was indication enough that he wouldn't be having much more of a conversation with the strange panicker than this.

Armind eyed Ae'on narrowly at his comments but didn't bother to add any of his own. The hatching was far more interesting than some pissy bluerider with a stitch in his britches. Of course, that hardly prevented him from scowling at the insults of that Kaius kid. Nor did it keep him from kicking the older boy in the ankle - hard - as soon as the 'mandyr moved on and Kaius was elsewhere.

Which of course meant Armind had to vacate the area around his 'victim' so he didn't get any return kicks. Fortunately, there was a very convenient Rosanna to use to that purpose. Armind bounced over toward her and plopped right on top of the table next to her food (though not too close because cooties simply wouldn't do) and proceeded to eat right off her plate. "So you decided to show up. Are you planning another campaign against pinky-" a nod was spared a lurking Z'ves "-or looking to break other rules?"

[Sebz]

Casioly ignored the others who had joined the crowd, something that was very difficult for him to do. The candidate found it harder to ignore someone than to actually keep a conversation topic consistent for more than a minute. Perhaps it was because he was so fixated on the colorful eggs, or maybe it was because he was so entranced by the shiny gold clutchmother, but for some reason, Casiloy was able to focus his complete attention on the hatching.

The candidate had been so intent on staring at the Apple Pie egg, listening intently to the tapping coming from within the shell, he missed the moment of hatching for the Red Velvet egg. By the time he did realize that a green had emerged, the conceited little creature was soaking up the attention from the on lookers.

The green was beautiful in coloration and proportions, and seemed to be all to aware of it. As she scurried out of the basket, Casiloy caught a glance of another green nose poking out of a shell. Two greens in a row, he mused. A bit excessive, but then again, greens were the most prominent color in the species.

Casiloy's grin widened as he watched the little creature throw itself at... Kaius? Casiloy snickered as the green projected for everyone to hear her not so subtle “Hi Sexy.” Did that mean the boy had impressed the green? Casiloy watched curiously, trying to catch a gleam into the mystery that was impression, but then the little beast decided to through herself at a rider, one he didn't know.

And then he saw the blush that had crept onto Kaius's face.

This could be fun.

Casiloy slid behind the taller candidate and snaked a hand around his waist before muttering in his ear, “Deemed sexy by a mandyr? Well, I think she knows what she's talking about,” he said, getting closer to the candidate, with full intent on making Kauis feel as awkward as possible. No matter if he didn't like guys. Kauis didn't know that.

Refusing to move his hand from the other candidate's waste, he whispered, “Lets watch the hatching together my little Sex Kitten, and maybe both of us will get lucky...” He trailed off batting his eyelashes at Kauis.

Poor Kaius.