Fate's Choice (Jingth's Hatching))

[Avu]

Book of Transformations Blue
how shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?

Name- Ophiuchusth
Color- Blue (#1C225E)
Looks to- N'rik
Appearance- Ophiuchusth is built long and lean as a tunnelsnake, an almost exaggerated slimness about his build that will lend many to turn a critical eye upon his meals for fear he is not consuming enough. But His will rapidly come to realize that Ophiuchusth simply will not gain weight—at least, not while he’s young; as he fills out as a hatchling, he’ll just stop at a certain point, leaving him a gangly, awkward, lanky body and oversized, crumpled wings. Frequent exercise and a moderate diet will have him turning into a more appealing litheness after he learns to fly, fortunately. What will never leave him entirely are his large paws, complete with dangerous sickle-shaped claws, and his wingspan, which is impressive enough to match that of most browns.

When it comes to grace, Ophiuchusth’s is directly related to his experience. He’ll be nothing short of utterly ungainly when he first learns to glide, and His should anticipate many crash-landings and stumbling take-offs that feel more like free-falling. Likewise, fresh out of the shell and into early Weyrlinghood his feet, wings, and tail all seem to conspire to bring him into close contact with the ground, but soon enough Ophiuchusth will find his legs and becomes almost pretty on the ground. When it comes to flight prowess, Ophiuchusth will require a good deal of practice to become graceful—indeed, if His is not patient, it’s not impossible for the blue to never reach any semblance of elegance.

Color-wise, Ophiuchusth is a gorgeous dark blue with violet tints to his hide, soft enough to go unnoticed by most; the hints appear in rich illusions along his wing-sails primarily, but along his ribs and neck in a faint sheen when he is particularly well-oiled. A slightly paler blue dapples both eyes, giving him a very definite four-eyed look, and each of his neck ridges look as if they have been dipped in a very dark blue that nears black at the very tips. Green-blue swirls in opaque curls over his ribs from his underbelly, and trickle down Ophiuchusth’s tail; the same green-blue, a light almost-turquoise shade, appears in light freckles along the edge of his wing membranes and across his flanks.

Ophiuchusth…well, while it’s hardly unusual for Jingth’s offspring to possess night-vision, Ophiuchusth has gotten the best or worst of it, depending on one’s point of view. His night-vision is incredibly keen, as acute as any normal dragon’s in the daytime. However, it comes with the downside of his being unable to see clearly in the day—everything blurs into a fuzz, and details are beyond him entirely.

Personality- Ophiuchusth is a highly charismatic creature even from birth. He is everything a hatchling ought to be; playful, sleepy, mischievous, hungry, solemn, naïve, by turns—just as it ought to be. Even very young, though, it will become clear that Ophiuchusth has a very clear sense of morals, and while they can vary over time depending on what His believes in and his own surroundings, never will Ophiuchusth dare infringe upon them, or he’ll become his own jury and judge. The blue is a dreamer, certainly, often guilty of dropping into imagination, but he’s also very sociable and adores company, be it human, dragon, or wher; he loves conversation and his friendly comfortable nature will likely evolve as he matures into a charismatic flirtatiousness.

Perhaps due to Ophiuchusth’s undeniable intelligence, the blue classifies himself neither as an optimist nor as a pessimist, but rather a realist; he won’t lie to protect and he won’t even be fond of making predictions too far into the future if he can avoid it. Oh, sure he knows what he wants to happen, but he knows that doesn’t necessarily mean it will. The blue is a highly impressionable creature from birth—what His is like will influence the blue greatly and unlike some dragons, as time goes on his personality will likely become ever-closer a match to that of His, or, failing that, to those that he is fond of. He often picks up little manners or gestures from his closer friends; it’s not something he actively thinks about or intends to do, but it just happens.

Little twitches and word choices are not all that will be picked up from Ophiuchusth’s friends. Their very opinions will rub off on the blue, whether they intend for it to happen or not, and Ophiuchusth will likely never realize it himself; it’s just that his friends are intimately a part of him. When it comes to his almost-blindness in the day—Ophiuchusth is smart enough not to try anything risky when he cannot see clearly, and will likely be loath to attempt flight or between until night-time, but it’s a minor discomfort he accepts with an easy grace and casualness. He does get fairly defensive when he’s treated as ‘special’ because of it, and because of his own mindset, the blue tends to treat all dragons equally, whether they have one eye, five wings, no tails, whatever; he hates sympathy and that, along with a threat to His, is possibly the only thing that can bring out Ophiuchusth’s abrasive side.
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oOo

Road Not Taken Blue
and sorry i could not travel both,
and be one traveler, long i stood

Name- Asiryth
Color- Blue (#2A3337)
Looks to- C'lan
Appearance- Short, stumpy, and unattractive: Asiryth’s entire body is made up of roughly shaped muscles and bones. There’s no part of Asiryth that can be described as smooth or graceful; everything is big-boned and masculine to the extreme – overly so, if anything. Every sharp curve of his body is made of twisted muscle, but he’s also on the small side for a blue, producing a very awkward, off-balanced appearance. Short on all counts – neck, legs, tail, body in general – with a blunt nose and a kind of squashed face, the blue isn’t very appealing – he looks more like an oversized wher than a dragon.

His movements, however, will make it clear that he’s not. While Asiryth’s wings are also short and wide, unflattering, his gait on land is unnatural and bumbling, a kind of skipping hop that will land him, more often than not, in an awkward stumbling that may lead to falling. Definitely not the ‘grace’ of a wher. In the air, Asiryth won’t be much more graceful – his take-offs and landings will always leave something to be desired, given his bulk, and he’s not very good at looking elegant, period – but his enthusiasm ought to make up for that.

In color, Asiryth is unique – a deep gray-blue shade covers his hide, almost black in the night. Certainly it’s dark enough that Asiryth won’t be as tolerant of the sun as most dragons are. It deepens to pure black on his muzzle and tail, and his claws are bright white, standing out sharply against the rest of his hide. Across his wing membranes, shades of lighter blue, like that of space, appear in brief illusions – but most prominent are the bright, shimmering blue markings that resemble runes of some sort scribed across his hide. One in the center of his forehead; the others trail down both sides of Asiryth’s neck, across his shoulders and sides, and disappear along his flanks.

Asiryth’s eyes are normal at first glance. And second, and third, and so on, because, in all reality, they are – it’s just that at night, he can see perfectly well. It’ll come naturally to him, the knowledge that if he just closes his first eyelid, there’ll be enough light for him to see by. It’s not as easy as seeing in the daylight – but that’s simply because he’ll have to consciously remind himself to keep that eyelid closed.

Personality- Naïve. Pacifist. Brave. In a few words, it’s quite easy to sum up Asiryth. The blue will always retain a childlike innocence, believing anything that anyone tells him at first, but the older he grows, the more likely he’ll be to double-check things with people he trusts. Even so, it’s very easy to get Asiryth to believe whatever, if one gives him proper evidence. The blue tends to take everything in a very literal sense, which may cause some confusion – mostly for himself, because he simply has trouble wrapping his mind around things not meant to be taken just as it’s said. His favorite question ever is ‘Why’ – Why do dragons fly? Why –

Despite the fact that Asiryth loathes conflict (of any kind, be it physical or verbal), he’s definitely a brave creature nonetheless. He likes people, and he likes having friends, and he will try to defend them. Fighting, though…ugh. Asiryth will go to any lengths to avoid it, even if it means humiliating himself or agreeing with things he really doesn’t agree with to make it just go away. It frightens him, and Asiryth reacts badly in times of stress. However, the blue truly is loyal; he adores his friends so so much, does the dragon.

His friends and Bonded will soon discover that Asiryth has a very particular coping mechanism for times of stress or anxiety – or whenever he’s bored or just feels like it, really. He likes to rattle off words synonymous to whichever one happens to be in his mind at the time, and occasionally he’ll even throw in a helpful part of speech, just in case. Which would be perfectly fine and dandy if Asiryth kept it to himself (nobody really needs to have ‘love – verb; to adore; to cherish; to harbor strong feelings for’ being told to them, after all) – but he doesn’t. He broadcasts. In a murmur, but a broadcast nevertheless. [/font]

[Ivy]

Dark eyes watched as one of the other Candidates dropped down next to the injured Candidate and began tending to him, going so far as to take off his own shirt to do so. Interesting, it didn't seem as if his wounds warranted that but to each his own. She was busy watching them until the next eggs hatched and then her attention was pulled away - only to be brought back to them when one of the Blues pushed his way to the younger of the two boys. Nabrik, she thought his name was. Attention was turned then to the other Blue which went to another boy, and then to the Brown who suddenly gave out a loud call. Noisy little thing, wasn't he?

Eyes flicked to one of the other eggs as it cracked loudly. Her dark eyes stared at the dark eyes that peered from the surface of the shell before dancing over its full surface, inspecting the cracks to see if she could get a glimpse of what dragon would come from it. Probably another Blue, it seemed this clutch was full of them. Blues were fine and all but not something she was interested in.

Biting at her bottom lip she counted the remaining eggs. Only a handful remained, and that nervousness came back. What if there wasn't one here for her? Would she be sent back to Hyphen? Back to her horrible father and that proposed marriage she was about to be forced into? No, no she didn't think so. She'd find some usefulness for herself at Burimyu, even if it wasn't as a dragonrider.

[Rowana]

Nabrik was so focused on the eggs that he didn't realize that someone was coming up behind him. When M'kai spoke he was so startle he nearly fell on his face. The end result was more pain as sand itched into the wound on his chest. Nabrik grit his teeth and rolled his eyes at the Candidate Master. Really he would normally have been nicer, the man was trying to help, but the pain was starting to make him cranky. "I..fine.." he managed to answer, when his voice skipped up a few octaves and down again. He scowl deepened at his own inability to control his voice. Yeah, he sure sounded fine, he thought.

It looked like M'kai wasn't going to be the only one coming to his rescue. Kaevon had arrived too, much to Nabrik's increasing embarrassment. Really, he'd only been scratched. He was sure Candidates had been hurt worse than him before, why were they making such a scene? Nabrik tried to warn the older boy off with a glare but it wasn't working. Kaevon already even had his shirt off! Was he looking to impress the girls or something with his manly chest? Nabrik tried to push the offered shirt away. "Don't...need...help," he croaked out between changes in his voice. He wasn't some little brat who needed to be coddle anymore!

With Kaevon blocking his view, and the pain of being jostled, Nabrik didn't realize so many of the eggs were hatching all at once. The first he was aware of the arrival of more dragons, was a dark blue hatchling that practically tackled the boy helping him. Nabrik rolled his eyes. It figures that Kaevon would Impress, he always seemed like a good guy. The blue, however, didn't seem to agree. He was squirming so much that Nabrik was alarmed to see he was starting to hurt himself. Nabrik started to move forward, ignoring the pain in his own injuries.

He hadn't really been thinking about Impressing at that moment, so when the voice came in his head he nearly fell over in shock. "Ophi..." he began, but his voice wasn't holding up very well anymore. The dark blue head nuzzle his arm, purring gently. Nabrik had never felt so... loved in all his life. Alph had chosen him, but even he didn't give this overpowering sense of rightness in his mind. The truth was finally starting to dawn on the boy. This was his dragon! Finally, after two turns of waiting he had Impressed! And now that he had, he found that his reasons just didn't matter anymore. Only his dragon really matter to him now.

The boy who was now N'rik finally managed to sit up without making his wound bleed too much. His eyes grew suddenly worried, almost panicked when he saw Ophiuchusth's belly was speckled with green ichor. "You're hurt!" he squeaked out, uncaring of his odd sounding voice. Ophiuchusth shifted apologetically. You too, he reminded sadly. We need to learn to walk better. Maybe some food would help? the hatchling suggested hopefully.

N'rik then realized that part of the pain in his front was actually hunger. He glanced up from M'kai to Kaevon uncertainly. With Ophiuchusth sharing his mind, he found he wasn't nearly so cranky with them anymore. Kaevon had gotten hurt trying to help him and he wasn't sure how bad it was. Ophiuchusth needed to be looked at too and N'rik's own chest still stung when he moved. Squaring his shoulders in determination, N'rik managed to stand up with Ophiuchusth's help. He was a rider now! This was no time to be sitting down.

[Sebz]

Nabrik didn't seem to appreciate his help very much, which put Keavon at ease. If he was well enough to wave away help that was offered, he obviously wasn't in any immediate danger. Keavon didn't move though, as he was just starting to realize how much he had overreacted. Oops.

The next three dragonets to grace the sands were something else entirely. Keavon's eyes darted back and forth between the eggs as they all cracked open almost at once, revealing two blues and a heaving brown. In Keavon's opinion, they were all quite awkward. For example, one of the blues made his move to go and find his rider, but an ungainly sneeze sent him spralling back onto the hot sands.

A sneeze? This amused Keavon immensely, he had no idea's that dragons sneezed. His amusement only lasted momentarally, as the now embarrassed dragonet pushed back to it's feet and stumbled over towards his direction. Keavon stopped breathing, making no movements as to be sure he wouldn't frighten the blue away. Perhaps...?

"Oof," escaped Keavon's lips as the blue collided into him, knocking him into the sands. The sands burned, but Keavon lay there, trying to catch his breath. Unfortunately, the blue had been pushed to the ground as well, and, being young and unable to control it's limbs yet, it raked it's claws away across Keavon's arms and chest, gouging him. Though it wouldn't been much help, if Keavon had his shirt on, perhaps it would have dulled the raking claws of the blue. Keavon was left groaning in pain when the dragon finally pulled away.

Blood. Blood and Pain. Keavon was aware of the blood seeping from the wounds on his chest, and a particularly deep gouge on his shoulder, and he was aware of the burning pain that was radiating from the wounds. He lay there in a heap, assessing the damage that had been done. He tensed each muscle, his breath catching as he twinged in pain. Damn it.

It wasn't the dragon's fault, the ungainly beast couldn't be held responsibly for anything it did on the hatching sands. It was still learning. But still... Shards and shells it had hurt. Keavon doubted that any permanent damage had been done, as he could still move his body, but it would take time to heal, and there would probably be some scarring.

Realizing it would not do any good to lay on the hot sands and allowing the grains to get embedded in the scratched, Keavon got to his feet, stifling a moan. This sucked major dragon doo doo. Blood didn't make Keavon very woozy, but he didn't enjoy the fact that it was dripping, down his arms and stomach. He looked around for anything that could stop the bleeding. He was so preoccupied, he didn't notice the two blues had made impression.

[Avu]

With a very audible huff of indignant breath, the To Be Alive Brown swished his tail from side to side, pinning the Darkling Thrush Egg with an expectant look. However, it settled into silence after another quick, short rock, and the To Be Alive Brown ruffled his wings, a look of mild disgruntlement in the slow whirl of his eyes. Well then. He got to his feet, made a show of flapping his wings out (and managing to sling goo straight at the nearest unfortunate Candidate) before he slicked his wings back to his body, flicked his tail again, and made his way slowly towards the only real group on the Sands—M’kai, Keavon, N’rik, and Ophiuchusth. Slowly, because otherwise he would, in much the same manner as his brothers, take an undignified tumble and that was not an option, thank you kindly.

He did not, however, notice the quiet, hairline cracks that appeared on the Darkling Thrush Egg, nor the soft splintering sound as a damp green body fell in a slippery puddle onto the Sands. He did not look back in time to see the Darkling Thrush Green whip her head around, peering intently around the Sands; did not see her begin to move in much the same direction as he, a quick furtive slinking that carried her wet body at alarming speeds across the Sands.

She was not excessively graceful, but she was certainly faster than he and the To Be Alive Brown had time for only a single indignant feline yowl, stopping short and almost tripping over himself as his hind legs continued to move, as she shot right in front of him on a beeline for a Candidate near the back without so much as sparing him a second glance. Apparently shell-shocked, her brown brother gave an indignant sniff as she curled around the Candidate’s legs, making her Impression apparent, and then stomped the rest of the way over to his original destination.

Mooove please! he announced to M’kai, and suited words with action, shoving the Candidatemaster out of the way with his muzzle. I just want to see what’s going /on/, I don’t know how you expect to fix anything when you’re all huddled together like that. Oh, you’re leaking. Well, Ke’von, I suppose we’ll have to fix that, won’t we. He turned so swiftly he nearly upended himself, grabbed a mouthful of M’kai’s shirt, and pulled. Here you go, then; it’s not like he’ll need it. Come on, Ke’von, basic first aid, use your brain. I know you have one. And once you stop leaking, you’re going to have to feed me, I’m absolutely starving and I know the food’s right over there, so all you have to do is tell them that my name’s Ontehth and that I’m brown—duh—and we’re good to go, right?

The brown’s voice, fortunately now directed only at Ke’von, was fondly exasperated as the hatchling tugged harder on M’kai’s shirt. Since it wouldn’t rip, he’d settled on just trying to take the entire man along with the shirt—just get it over there, how hard could it be.

With the spectacle Ontehth was causing, it would not have been entirely unreasonable for even those closest to the eggs not to notice that the Last Scene Egg had been carefully snapping and splintering under pressure. It was harder not to notice when the egg actually split, cleanly down the center, and a rather bedraggled-looking, pale apple-green hatchling hatched upside down. For a minute, she balanced comically on her head, and then fell flat onto her back in a spectacular flail of wings and limbs, huffed, and rolled onto her belly, eyes narrowing indignantly at the spectators—dare you to laugh.

[Avu]

To Be Alive Brown
to be alive: not just the carcass,
but the spark

Name- Ontehth
Color- Brown (#773909)
Looks to- Ke'von
Appearance- Everything about Ontehth looks just this side of clumsy, a little too gangly and too large for him to coordinate. His paws are large, claws even larger and sickle-shaped, dangerous and gleaming pale gray-white, almost pearlescent, while his tail is not thick but instead is whip thin. His neck ridges grow thick and large at the crown of his skull, and fade into nothingness at the base of his neck and appear small and stunted down the length of his tail. Indeed, Ontehth isn’t quite beautiful – and furthering the brown from ‘lovely’ more is the almost constant half-smirk that pulls back the corners of his mouth in a decidedly deadly smile.

Ontehth’s wings are smaller than is typical for a dragon of his not unimpressive size, the wing membrane curving softly from slender sides to provide Ontehth quite a boost in agility – something that most browns will be unable to speak of. The dragon’s endurance will be sadly lacking, but Ontehth won’t mind unless his Rider does – agility is ever so much more important, is it not? You can do things. In the air, Ontehth will be quite smooth in flight – perhaps not graceful, but somewhere close. On the ground…? Best avoid it; Ontehth’s feet just don’t work like he wants them to…

A rich red-brown hue covers Ontehth’s body, melting into chocolate shades along his underbelly and neck. It’s entirely possible for Ontehth to be just as shiny as any bronze if His makes sure to keep up in his oiling and bathing. This penchant towards gleaming is made twice as noticeable by green-tinted specks that are almost bronze that dapple his hindquarters, wind up his spine and down his tail. A darker brown that’s almost black stripes his back from base of neck to tip of tail, while pale creamy brown swirls across his face like a mask.

The brown is, like his clutchsiblings, capable of seeing in the darkness – but his is only the slightest hint of exceptional vision. Ontehth will never feel comfortable enough to between at night, and, indeed, if His doesn’t request it, the brown’s even loathe to fly at night. But he can – it’s just that things are kind of blurry and off and he’d really rather not, thanks…

Personality- Ontehth is always right. Always, always, always, without question. The brown is highly intelligent and very much aware of that, and his ego expands accordingly. Ontehth usually is right, too, capable of coming up with highly complicated tactics and plans on the spur of the moment, ones that usually work spectacularly, usually one step in front of anyone if he wants to be. He has a very scientific mind and coming up with random inventions that sound fantastic and actually can be pulled off will be a favorite pastime; Ontehth loves surprising people with his genius.

Of course, Ontehth would be considerably more bearable if he weren’t downright smug about everything – but he is. Everything that he’s right about will be instantly one point to him (and what is done by others will be conveniently ignored or criticized loudly). The brown tends to think of himself higher than he might actually be considered by others – if he were human, he would be on first-name terms with everyone, ‘sirs’ ignored entirely, and he’s certainly not above needling his superiors, because he’s just not replaceable, is he?

However, Ontehth’s slightly obnoxious mannerisms and general nuisance can easily be taken as nothing more than good humor, for the brown dragon is quite open and friendly to all. As long as he can hear them over the sound of how awesome he is, anyway. Despite how comfortable Ontehth can get talking to a stranger, though, his own secrets are guarded with a fierce paranoia. Let nobody inquire as to the lock combination of his weyr, the number of herdbeasts he consumes per week…anything deeply personal. Why do you need to know, are you trying to poison him in his sleep! [/font]

[crispypeanut]

Rigelyeh did not move while the eggs began cracking, nor when the freshly hatched creatures contained within them broke free of their small, oval prisons. He felt it best not to advertise his presence to the little monsters, should they turn ravenous or violent, as has been known to happen on occasion. If there was any one thing that he retained from M'kai's lessons, it was not to crowd the little beasts.

He watched with a skeptical glare as the eggs hatched and the little dragons went about...whatever it was they were doing, but had to exert actual will-power not to smirk at two of his fellow candidates' (*insert random sailor curse here* if he could remember their names) misfortunes in failing to avoid a rushing green and a thrashing blue. Though blooded and in pain, he was certain their wounds were little more than superficial scratches. Though, he thought with a sense of (almost sadistic) satisfaction, it will certainly learn them to stay out of the way in future.

As the hatching proceeded and more and more of the wurms found their way to his companions, Rigelyeh's mind began to wander to the tasks he had planned for the day. As soon as this disrupting little ceremony was over, he would eagerly go about his daily business. There was much to do, after all, and he hated to leave errands unfinished.

He was especially interested to discover if his newly designed Cat-traps (patent pending) had caught anything. He had heard the stories and was almost obsessed with them; perhaps he had finally found a prey worthy of his mettle! (Or...vice-versa... He does come naturally seasoned with 100% real sea-salt!)

[Ivy]

Taking a step back Roselle squared her shoulders and stopped biting on her bottom lip - no matter what she was NOT going back to Hyphen. Making this mental declaration to herself she realized she hadn't been paying as much attention to what was going on around her as she should have been. Where was all that blood coming from? She would have been concerned but M'kai was the Candidatemaster, not her. Let him do his duties and she would do hers - stand there and look foolish in bare feet on the hot sands while each egg hatched and each dragon passed her by.

Blues. Blues, Blues, Blues. Green. Brown. Another Green. Had she missed any? No, she didn't think she had.

A glance was given to the parents of this brood and she felt a sudden pang of guilt. Here she was so concerned about her own future when the Gold did not even have one... and when she was gone it was doubtful Burimyu would thrive. If the dragons hatching were any indication... there probably wasn't a Gold hiding in one of the eggs. Another glance was given, this time to the remaining Candidates. Even if by some off chance there were a Gold just waiting til the last moment to hatch... who would she go to? None of the males would get her. She had managed to avoid most the other female Candidates, except Isori but she had already Impressed. Despite her dislike for what the riders in Burimyu had done, stealing goods from the tithing convoys to Selenitas, she felt saddened by the thought of this being the first and last clutch for the Weyr. Were they to be the only Candidates to grace these long abandoned Sands?

Again, lost in thought. Though instead of the hatching eggs or stumbling dragonets catching her attention back to the event at hand, this time the heat of the Sands did. Shifting from one foot to the other she appeared to be impatient to any who looked at her and didn't notice her lack of footwear. Not that she knew that of course, she was just seeking some brief relief for her now reddened feet.

For better or worse, at least it seemed a bulk of the eggs had hatched already... just a few more to go and she would be free to soak her feet and continue to ponder her future - one that at this point she felt most definitely would not include a dragon.

[Sebz]

Keavon had seen the brown start to move in his direction, but at the moment, he was a bit more preoccupied with finding something to add pressure to his scratches to hinder the bleeding. Because of his preoccupation, he missed the hatching of another green, the brown get startled, as well as the annoyed brown practically storm over towards him.

Mooove please! Keavon's head jerked up to look at the brown, eyes wide as the dragonet pushed M'kai away and positioned himself in front of him. I just want to see what’s going /on/, I don’t know how you expect to fix anything when you’re all huddled together like that. Keavon just stared at the dragonet. He could feel the presence of another, intelligent being in his mind, and a feeling of pure elation engulfed him. Was this impression?

Oh, you’re leaking. Well, Ke’von, I suppose we’ll have to fix that, won’t we. Ke'von. Ke'von was not so out of sorts he didn't recognize the traditional shortening of his name. He was.... a dragonrider. The pain he had felt earlier had been forgotten, as love for the dragon in front of him took over. Scratch that, love and embarrassment as the brown grabbed the candidate master's shirt in his mouth and yanked it in an attempt to rip it off.

Oh dear. Here you go, then; it’s not like he’ll need it. Come on, Ke’von, basic first aid, use your brain. I know you have one. And once you stop leaking, you’re going to have to feed me, I’m absolutely starving and I know the food’s right over there, so all you have to do is tell them that my name’s Ontehth and that I’m brown—duh—and we’re good to go, right?

Ke'von was flabbergasted. Above all, he as at awe he had impressed to the wonderful dragonet, but the moment at hand obviously called for intervention. “Ontehth, would you please let go of M'kai.” The brown, not letting go of the shirt, gave his rider a humoring glance. It's ok Ke'von I am aware that the leaking is affecting your brain. You need the man to stop the leaking obviously, but don't worry, I will fix you. If he would just cooperate- Ontehth grumbled as he dug his feet into the sands, giving a particularly hard yank on M'kai's shirt.

“Ontehth, let go,” Ke'von commanded, using his hands to try and pry open the dragon's mouth. Ontehth growled at him. Growled. “Did you just-” the new weryling began in disbelief. Weren't dragons supposed to listen to their chosen riders, at least to some extent. I am sorry Ke'vonmine, but you are addled. Why don't you be a good little rider and fetch me some food while I take care of this one, Ontehth flicked his tail at M'kai in disapproval. Never fear, Ontehth is hear and I will take good care of you.

[Ember]

It took Nephele admittedly more time than it probably should have to realize no one was going to help those who'd been injured. Well, of the Healers anyways. She'd been hoping E'rro (someone better than an apprentice) or Sel'n (someone who'd spent more time in an infirmary) would go but either they weren't around or they were busy. How one could be too busy while attending a Hatching, Nephele would never know. With a put upon sigh she grabbed a hastily put together medkit for the occasion that contained nothing more or less than numbweed, redwort, and bandages. No way was anyone going to sew anyone up in an environment like the hatching sands.

As cold as it was, Nephele didn't actually want to heal people. She was definitely focusing on dragonhealing. Either way, though, quite a bit of knowledge was transferable between the two practices. The greenrider hopped down onto the hatching sands, wary of wandering dragon babies - wasn't that why Keavon, or Ke'von, or whatever he was called now injured in the first place? - and made her way to the two injured people and the injured baby. "Hey, you three. Stay put for a little bit. I know how hungry babies can be but we gotta get you treated first."

Nephele's attention briefly moved towards the newly hatched green. Only the reactions of the others had let her know about that one hatching. It was hard to tell if she was lucky or not missing the funny moment. "You first," she told Ke'von. He seemed to have the worst wounds, at a cursory glance. Besides, his brown was only waiting on him. The other pair were together and would wait together. "Your new name?" She asked as she spread some redwort on her hands and reached to do the same to his wounds. Disinfecting might hurt but it needed to be done.

The Last Scene Green's gaze ended up glued to one person and she tilted her head subtly. After a few moments of watching her target she picked herself up and moved towards the girl. You are distracted, no? Perhaps wondering what it's like to - no, not quite but almost. Hmm, and the sands are rather hot. No matter, Tserieth is here now. Time to go, The green said to Roselle before moving past the girl and towards the food. She paused and glanced back with rainbow eyes. Aren't you coming? Impression had been made, apparently.

While Tserieth had been taking center stage, the Forests of the Night Egg had not been going idle. The steady, quiet cracking finally rose to a crescendo and the egg split apart with one finally, loud crack just as Tserieth made her Impression. What spilled forth from the egg was a two-toned green heaving with the effort of breaking her shell. That had been more work than the Forests of the Night Green had expected. Too spent from getting into the world, the green simply stayed as she was while a mint green leg broke open a hole in the Touch the Skies Egg.

[Ember]

Last Scene Green
they have their exits and their entrances,
and one man in his time plays many parts

Name- Tserieth
Color- Green (#88B05E)
Looks to- Roselle
Appearance- The green isn’t a particularly large creature, settling right about ‘average’ for a green. Tserieth’s body shape, however, is notable in that it’s very, very feminine – a dangerous kind of femininity. Every line in her body is smooth and sinuous, serpentine to the extreme, with fluidity even in stillness that can be hypnotic. Her head is slim, elegantly defined with large eyes and long head knobs that curve backwards, and arch towards each other, almost touching at the point. However, make no mistake – Tserieth’s beauty comes with an edge of steel, visible in the long sharp teeth and the wicked curve of her claws, and in the whiplash tail.

In movement, Tserieth rarely wastes time looking pretty. Of course, she manages to look at least somewhat graceful anyway, for the majority of the time, but every motion the green makes is based on efficiency, on time. And speed, Tserieth is good at – even if endurance she isn’t. Her wings are pointed at the edges, short and wide and just made for those wingtip turns and rapid spirals as well as extraordinarily high speeds. On the ground, Tserieth isn’t quite so graceful. The green still likes to go fast, and she does go fast…she just kind of scrambles and hops awkwardly at high speeds. Not very attractive.

Color-wise, Tserieth’s appeal lies very much in the eye of the beholder. Her hide is mottled, primarily a grayish apple-green shade, with lighter splashes appearing all over. There is no particular pattern, and the difference in the two shades is small enough that Tserieth just looks like her hide is rough in texture. A darker, more olive-green color spreads across her muzzle, fading around her eyes, and the tips of every one of her neck and tail ridges. Her wing membranes are nearly entirely translucent, tinted only a vague hint of the same green as the rest of her hide.

Like her older siblings, Tserieth possesses the ability to see at night. Her first eyelid is translucent – but also reflective, a natural one-way mirror, of sorts. It allows her to see almost perfectly as long as there’s some sliver of light that she can rely on, no matter how small. Whether it’s a gift or not is up to debate (no doubt Tserieth will want to stay up all the time) – but it can certainly be helpful.

Personality- Tserieth is one of the creatures that makes it nearly impossible to truly like her, but very easy to respect her. Somehow, she doesn’t seem to notice that she has such an effect on people – or if she does, it amuses her terribly and she likes to keep it that way. The green has a fascination with detail and deduction, and it will be apparent even from a young age. As a hatchling, it won’t be unusual for her favorite ‘game’ to be choosing a random person or dragon and just watching her, and then offering insight into that person’s life based on what she can see within a five-minute span or some such.

The idiosyncrasies of individuals will always capture her imagination and attention, the way that people act and the smallest of details, and Tserieth is ridiculously intelligent. She’ll be very good at piecing together evidence into an actual act (or else, fabricating such a complex lie that others will believe it, if it suits her), but Tserieth has a habit of focusing only on what interests her. The green tends to be overly oblivious to things that she has no concern with, and past the few special subjects (for example, she all but adores the idea of theft or other crimes, as well as aerial fighting), she’ll be utterly useless.

She’s arrogant, nonetheless, despite the gaps in her knowledge, with a particularly roundabout way of doing everything and a very dry sense of humor. Usually speaking in cryptic, short comments instead of ever truly explaining herself, she delights in making everyone dance to her tune, and has a habit of omitting things just so she can further confuse people. Tserieth also has a fondness for the Socratic method, often making others explain what happened using it or analyzing people with it – and if she notices that it usually frustrates and irritates people, it’s to her advantage to ignore that. [/font]

[Ivy]

You are distracted, no? Perhaps wondering what it's like to - no, not quite but almost. Hmm, and the sands are rather hot. No matter, Tserieth is here now. Time to go, The green said to Roselle before moving past the girl and towards the food. She paused and glanced back with rainbow eyes. Aren't you coming?

Roselle blinked once. Twice. Three times. Her head snapped in the direction of The Last Scene Green as her mind was suddenly invaded by the somewhat bossy mind voice of the apple-green dragonet.

"Tserieth?" She hadn't meant for the name come out as a question, but it had as she continued to stare at the Green who just stared right back while giving an impatient flick of her long tail.

We did go over this, did we not? It is time to eat. Shoes. Shoes as well. For you, not for me. That would be awkward, would it not? Food first though. Come along.[/i]

The voice was soothing, even if a bit bossy, to Roselle. For the first time since her brother Reanil had passed away Roselle felt... complete again. Yes she would also have a hole in her heart from his passing, but right now even that hole was forgotten. All that mattered to the raven haired young woman was the Green. Her Green.

Still too distracted to care for your Tserieth? I am quite hungry. Famished even. Come come![/i]

Roselle felt a sudden pang of hunger, but she knew it wasn't her own - she could feel Tserieth's hunger as the bond of Impression cemented. This new sensation of being one with another being was enough to stir her into action. Long strides took her across the Sands to Tserieth's side and then in front of her. "Now who is falling behind?", Roselle asked with a smirk as she glanced over her shoulder to the hatchling.

Tserieth did not seem to find this amusing as she hurried after her bonded, a quick and awkward gait catching her up to Roselle as they made their way off to get her some food.

[Rowana]

Nabrik, or rather N'rik was at a bit of a loss for what to do next. The attack of the green followed quickly by his own Impression was leaving him a bit too confused to think clearly. Ophiuchusth was hungry, as he had been taught new dragons would be, but he was also hurt. N'rik didn't really care about his own injury, he knew it couldn't be all that bad, just ugly. Ophiuchusth was his dragon, though, and he didn't want anything to happen to the clumsy blue. The bleeding marks on the hatchlings belly didn't look deep, but he couldn't really tell. What if he fed him and made it worse?

He started to ask M'kai what he aught to do, when the brown hatchling arrived. N'rik could only watch, trying not the laugh, as the hatching started to pull at M'kai's shirt. He could only guess that either the brown really liked shirts, or he had just Impressed Kaevon. Figures even injured the older boy could attract a dragon. Then again, so had he, N'rik pondered thoughtfully. He was glad to see Kaevon was moving, even talking. He'd been trying not to think about how badly his own dragon might have hurt the other boy.

Ophiuchusth watched N'rik closely as the boy bit his lip in thought. Are you worried, N'rikMine? he asked curiously. He nudged the boy, purring softly. I am sure Ontehth can care for your friend, he added helpfully. "I'm not...He's not..." N'rik started to blurt, thoroughly embarrassed. He was saved by his own cracking voice and the arrival of Nephele. N'rik breathed a sigh of relief. Nephele could fix Kaevon and Ophiuchusth, couldn't she? She was learning to be a Healer.

N'rik hated waiting. He knew Keavon was the worst of the three of them, but the gnawing feeling that was his dragon's hunger was getting worse. Ophiuchusth didn't exactly look like he had meat to spare either. Sighing, the eased himself back down slowly to sit on the Sands, wincing as he went. The blue stuck his head in the boy's lap, looking up at him happily. I am sorry I am so bad at walking, he said simply. N'rik shook his head, suddenly grinning from the sheer joy of the day. He was talking to his own dragon! "Nah. You're great, Ophi!" Talking was getting a bit easier, especially if he talked slower. It still sounded funny though. "Don't worry, I'll teach you and we'll be the best pair on Pern!" he declared ruefully. Ophiuchusth blinked slowly. Will we? He sounded doubtful, but hopeful at the same time. He wasn't so sure that was really possible for them, but he didn't want to ruin N'rik's dream either. I will try my best!

[crispypeanut]

Two more greens emerging from their eggs? Rigelyeh sighed with impatience. He was confident that neither would choose him for, as he recalled from somewhere or other, their breed tended toward the more...effeminate of nature. And Rigelyeh was anything but...

Almost over and done and he had not yet been chosen. Perhaps Nephele had been wrong about him, though he had to admit that he was not particularly surprised. A man like him? What self-respecting dragon wyrmling would want to share his mind? His experiences? It would be better for them all, in the end, that none choose him...even the oblivion between might seem preferable to a life tied to him.

As he brooded over these musings, his gaze focused in upon the final, uncracked egg. He shifted his stance in the sand, stifled an apathetic yawn, and continued to wait until this silly little ceremony was concluded.

(Oddly, it occurred to him all of a sudden, as he stood upon the Dragon Sands, that there must be Dwellers in the desert Sands...perhaps living beneath the surface. Would they consume the flesh of human interlopers? Hmmmm... an excellent question...)

[Sebz]

Ke'von, being at a complete loss of what to do with his dragon hanging onto M'kai, was relieved to see Nephele hurrying over to them. She would help them, right? Even if she was training to heal dragons. Really, how much different could the treatment be, weather a scratch be on dragon hide or human skin. Ke'von stood there smartly as he was told to stay still, repressing the grumbling of the hungry brown.

Wincing as the salve was applied to the wound, Ke'von couldn't help wonder if it was wise for him to be treated first. Yes, the gouges did hurt, but they weren't anything that would kill him. And the dragonets were really what the weyr needed, so wouldn't it be more prudent to assess the dragon of the blue first? If you tell her to stop I will hurt you Ke'von. Not enough to kill you, but enough to knock you to your senses. Ke'von, glancing at Ontehth's wicked sickle claws, very smartly kept his trap shut.

“My names Keavo-” Ke'von dumb butt. “Ke'von.” the weyrling corrected, mentally slapping himself. “And this is Ontehth.” And I am very hungry, the brown interjected petulantly. Will you please tell her to hurry up? The faster you stop leaking the faster I get food. Chop Chop Ke'von, let's hurry this up.

“You shut up,” Ke'von growled halfheartedly at his mind mate, the sting taken out by the loving glance he shot Ontehth. “See, I'm being taken care of, so can you please let go of M'kai?” But- “Now” Ontehth rolled his eyes, but released M'kai's shirt, ranting quietly on how he knew what he was doing, and the shirt could have been applied to add pressure to the wounds, encouraging clotting, but Noooo. Ke'von could have it his way, even if it was the wrong way.

While Ke'von was being treated, Ontehth angled himself towards N'rik and his blue, listening intentally, trying not to be obvious about his ease dropping. His clutchmate had injured his rider, and that was unexceptionable. But since his Ke'von was being stupid, the accident was forgivable.

Stupid Ke'von, he should have taken the shirt.

Ke'von glanced at Ontehth as more salve applied, alarmed by the indignation that the brown dragonet was radiating. Wondering briefly if the dragon could in fact here his thoughts, because he really didn't want to voice his question for other's to hear, he thought tentatively : Is everything alright Ontehth? The brown turned tail, almost knocking himself over with his clumsy feet, and stared at his chosen, red eyes whirling rather quickly. Clearly he was upset. Ophiuchusth and his say they will be the best on Pern. And we cannot both be the best, and obviously I am the best, and I suppose you'll do- don't worry Ke'von, the brown added more kindly, I chose you because you are worthy of me, and I love you, but either way, you must inform them of their mistake! For clearly, I am, by far the best.

Ke'von chucked, amused by his dragon's thoughts. It's just a figure of speech Ontenth. And I love you too. The brown's eyes stopped spinning quite as fast, and the red faded back to green, appeased, at least for the moment.

“Congratulations N'rik,” Ke'von said, turning his head to the other new weyrlings, “Your blue looks like a fine fellow.” But not as fine as me. Ontehth informed Ke'von.