Up for a game of 8 ball? (Billiard Hatching)

[Tashe]

All the eyes on me in the center of the ring
Just like a circus
When I crack that whip,
everybody gonna trip
Just like a circus

Fluttering her wings, the Arc Green chirped to the Bronze once more before stretching. It was her time to take the spot light and he better not let anyone ruin it, or she would be very angry with him. And the Arc Green /did/ take her time walking down to the Candidates. It was bad enough that her stupid clutchsister had impressed first, but now the adults wanted her to hurry. Like she'd listen to them. Obviously it was her special day and they couldn't tell her want to do! Despite all her previous aggression, the Arc Green moved like liquid, her body moving exactly how she wanted it. There was something sinister yet beautiful about the hatchling, omens perhaps, upon just how pretty she'd be when fully grown? Pawing her way through the Candidates and snapping at those who didn't get out of her way fast enough, she paused a few feet from her human before giving them a disgruntled chirp. Kyr'nmine! She said a little more shrilly than needed. What are you doing on the ground? And why are you bleeding? Did those fools of Blues get to you? I, Yeomenth, will have to punish them later. She paused, realizing that it wasn't Her's who was bleeding but the other male, the Green fluttered her wings. Stop playing in the sand and feed me. That human is fine, dismiss your... whatever he is.

Meanwhile back in the realms of ground zero...

The Behind the Back Bronze watched as he clutchsister left them before turning on the Blues with a dignified chirp. The Brown who was laying on the lightest of his Bluebrothers got off, freeing him to chatter angrily at his shiny Brother. Pulling in close the Bronze said something about the honor of choosing first should be his Bluebrothers, which immediately smoothed any ruffled feathers and sent the Masse Blue trotting off toward the candidates. Once he was gone the Bronze turned to the One Shot Blue, who'd been let out of his pin as well. Butting heads, the two males growled quietly to each other, what they were saying to each other could have been anyones guess. The Browns had taken to playfully nipping and swatting at one another, while the gawky Overhand Blue sat stoically behind the Bronze.

The Masse Blue, now free to choose as he will, trotted jauntily toward a pair of candidates. It was obvious he knew exactly who he wanted from the people around him, for he sang out to her before even getting a small dragon's length away. Osnatmine, do be so kind as to accept my pledge! I am Perienmoth, at your service. The young male eased his way up to her, rubbing his head and body all over her legs like a feline who was happy to see their favorite person. If you'd be so kind, could we have food now?

Don't stand there watching me, follow me
Show me what you can do
Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor
Just like a circus

[Tashe]

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

Based off of: The White Knight

Name: Perienmoth (Perry-en-moth)
Age: >1
Color: Blue #4D4DFF; #c7f5ff



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Appearance: A brilliant Blue, like the ice in a Northern Glaciers, Perienmoth is a very handsome color indeed. He even glistens. Yes, glistens, as if he were made of slowly melting frozen water. He does not shine like the metalics, but there is a noticeable difference when he steps into the sunlight. Though half the time, most people will convince themselves that their eyes were playing tricks in the light. A thick stripe of a lighter, whiter blue travels from the tip of his nose, down his neck, then branches off to run up and down the leading edge of his wings. The main stripe though does not end where it branches, in fact it continues down his back in a straight line, slowly getting thinner as it inches on. It deviates only when it reaches the fork in his tail where it divides again. If one was to observe the stripe from an aerial view, his markings look oddly like that of a sword. He does have one more set of markings though, perhaps odd in contrast to all of the bright colors that make up his hide. Dark Blue, almost black, strips line the bottoms of his eyes. Very much like the eyeliners that some women wear, only thicker, on one side and with small flares on either corner.

Although he's not particularly small for his color, neither is he a huge male that looks something like a broad chested barrel. No, Perienmoth is made out of packed muscle and because he has a very high metabolism, he has very little fat on him at all. The Blue can eat and eat and eat, but never gain weight, which in the long run means His will have to watch exactly how much he does consume. Just because he wont get fat, doesn't mean he can't get a tummy ache from over eating. His wings are neither long, nor short, but are somewhere comfortably in the middle. The same goes for his body, although... the way he holds himself sometimes makes him seem taller or longer than he actually is. Short, but incredibly sharp white talons tip his feet and long canines peak out from under his upper lip. And, like the rest of his clutch, Perienmoth has the tough skin plating. Icy blue like his stripe, the "armor" he sports cascades from under his chin and covers every thing from the front of his throat to down between his back legs. Covering the soft portions of his underside and leaving only the bottom half of his tail free of the tough skin.

Personality: Unwavering loyalty. If a Dragon could be wholly described with two words, let it be none other than Perienmoth. His dedication to the Weyr is perhaps astounding in its resoluteness, never will this Blue be swayed to other lines of thought by Dragon or Human. He is stubborn, working at skills and abilities until he comes as close to perfection as he can, always aware that even he has limitations. He will never be stubborn to a fault, no, he has too much common sense for that. Therein, he will neither burn himself out nor work himself silly when it comes down to it. Because he does have that stubborn streak, many will find that his fuse is short and the Blue's capacity for patience is large. This extends to all things, whether it be something he himself is working on, or something he is helping another with. Perienmoth is encouraging, rarely ever saying anything that may construe as condescending or patronizing. Except, perhaps, in jest on the practice field. Camaraderie is something highly prized by this Blue.

Perienmoth does not take to bullying lightly, nor can he stand by idly when there is an obvious underdog. He will offer help to the weaker one or the "underdog", whether it be physical, mental or emotional. For the Blue would never purposely try to encroach on another dragon's pride. And, while on the topic of helpfulness... he is highly protective of females. If he believes that the female can not take care of herself, he will almost always step in to assist. While when it comes down to flights, the Blue believes the most exciting and wild flights are the ones that are worth his time. The snappier the female the better, taming a shrew is far more exhilarating than catching a docile Green. It would not be far a stretch to call Perienmoth sexist... but just don't call him that to his face. It would insult his honor, and insulting a Dragon's honor is like throwing a kidskin glove at his feet. Prepare to have him defend his honor.



Based off of: The Evil Queen
Name: Yeomenth (Ye-oh-menth)
Age: >1
Color: Green oo2803, Markings: 0E6B16



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Appearance: Dark green like the color of leaves in the night, Yeomenth can easily slip into obscurity starting when dusk touches the horizon. From her head to her rump, this female has a uniformly colored hide, the only deviance to this rule is on her tail. Starting behind the tail split and ending at the head of her tail, there are three rings of a slightly brighter green. Each ring is of an equal distance from each other and are exactly the same thickness despite their differing size. If Yeomenth whips her tail too and fro, they make a distracting flash of color, sometimes giving the female a moments advantage in a battle situation. The membranes on her wings share the same color as the majority of her body, but in the sunlight shimmer softly if angled in the correct direction. Yeomenth too has the thick, almost armor like skin that seems to be shared by all of her clutchsiblings. Her mutation cascades down her neck (starting from under her chin) and twists downward to cover her chest and the insides of her legs. Enemies will find it hard to damage Yeomenth by a frontal attack. The color of these plaitings or raised skin is almost indiscernible from the dark Green of the rest of her hide.

Her physical appearance treads the thin line between sinister and sinfully beautiful, falling only this way or that when Yeomenth chooses. Like her Clutchsister Gweneveth, Yeomenth is pleasantly thin. It won't be a difficult thing to call her beautiful or stunning, but what she has and her sister lacks, is the sharpness in her face. She has a graceful, curving neck and long legs, with long wings to match. She'll never end up being the fastest Greens, or even the most beautifully acrobatic, but what she can do lies with in her dives. Yeomenth has perfected the art of diving, and her human must quickly adjust to and learn her movements lest they risk endangering themselves. Like a hawk, the Green can fall faster than any of her color, allowing for precision dive bombing during aerial combat. Although she has a love for Threadfall, Yeomenth has an almost bloodthirsty passion for aerial combat.

Personality: Despite her beauty and the elegance of her movements, Yeomenth can be as vicious as an agitated viper. She is intelligent, but only in things she deems important enough to keep her interest. Therefore, she may excel in some fields, but be severely lacking in others. Extremely vain, Yeomenth does not take lightly slights and insults when it comes to anything about her. She prides herself in her beauty and tries to subtly subvert other females and mar the perception of their beauty by gossiping to other females. Yeomenth is extremely well versed in social aspects, rising quickly as a Dragon with a silver tongue. She collects others around her and emerges as the alpha female, because she can maintain her position with words and actions alone. And she will do whatever it takes to keep that position, in other words, she's power hungry.

On the flip side, she can be easily manipulated by those who can out think her. It doesn't take much to convince her that she has enemies, and that those enemies need to be taken care of. She can almost smell opportunities when they arise and if they do, and they benefit her, she will take them. Any advantage she can get, anything that will keep her ahead of the game is well... fair game. Including males. Yeomenth often seeks out the company of strong males who have some sort of leadership role or quality, they don't even have to be smart, as long as she can gain something from their association. Flirting and seduction are as likely tools of this as false nicety and friendship. If one doesn't work, the other is tried. In other words, she's a poisonous rose.

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

[Ivy]

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Ivy

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Blue eyes shifted to admire each individual hatchling, only stopping when she saw the only remaining female move - but she wasn't moving in Ivy's direction. Disappointment flooded through the Candidate as she saw the Green approach one of the male Candidates. That healer boy, Kyrstin or what have you. The redheaded young woman wanted nothing more than to just leave right then and there. She wanted to run off the Sands and to her bunk where she could cry - her emotions were ruling her now as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Eyes closed and she took a deep breath before opening them, a forced smile pulling her lips up as she did her best to seem happy for the two who had already Impressed... make that three, as she saw a Blue make its way to another Candidate and rub against her. Nevermind that there were still five un-Impressed dragonets on the Sands. They didn't count in her mind, they were male - and she truly wasn't suited for a male dragon. Apparently, she wasn't suited for any dragon.

"Co-congratulations!" She called out to the new Weyrlings, doing her best to keep the smile on her face and the tears from her eyes. At least she had Cainith and the wine skin to look forward to. In her mind, Perses re-assured her, Stoopids. No see how butiful mine is. Stoopid stoopids. So butiful. No need ugleh dagons, butiful.

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Serring

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Sitting still while being treated - Serring was definitely a good patient. That is until he saw some of the other hatchlings begin to move as if to choose. Stirring he looked to Kyrstin, "Really I am okay, I can stand I think."

With that he attempted to, which only proved to cause his leg to bleed more. It wasn't serious, but still a bleeding wound was a bleeding wound, you know? Another attempt brought him to his feet and he grinned, "Told you I could, if you could just wrap it up I'll have it seen after the..."

He fell silent then, as a Green stalked towards them - the Arc Green. Was she here to finish what her brothers started? No, no it wasn't that... she seemed to be on a different mission. And when he saw her set her eyes on Kyrstin and her eyes flash the colors of Impression he knew. Slapping the other boy on the back he chuckled, "Congrats! She's a beaut."

Before he knew it another dragon seemed to Impress - a Blue to a girl. Not unheard of, of course. At least it hadn't mauled her in the process, it seemed rather sweet now from where Serring stood and watched. Still holding the cloth to his shoulder he eyed the remaining Blues, the Browns, and the Bronze. They were going to take their time about it, weren't they? No worries for him, he had all the time in the world for them.

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Tavis

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His escape plan thwarted by the arrival of the healers, Tavis let out a frustrated sigh and then leaned back against the nearest wall. He was not impressed with any of the hatchlings, not even the Bronze. Though somewhere in the back of his mind he did recognize how nice each hatchling looked. For beasts, that is. Looking to Erno again he nodded to the hatchlings, "You really want one of those things? Have you been paying attention to how many people they've ripped up?"

As some of the other Candidates Impressed his facial expression barely changed. He wasn't friends with either of them, nor would he be now that they were to be riders. Hurry it up already little monsters, he was so done with this whole thing.

[Tashe]

E'rro smiled at the Candidate as she was lifted off the ground in preparation to whisk her away. "You gotta stay awake just a little longer, just until you drink a cup of tea at the infirmary. After that you can sleep for a while." Nodding to the two men he watched as they were joined at the hatching entrance by another Healer, who would take care of the girl until they reached the infirmary. He took a clean towel from his pack and waved it at Ithanna, who made the same gesture and walked back to her previous postings. The Journeyman scrubbed his hands as he walked, trying to get as much of the girls blood as possible off of his hands without needing to use water and soap. While he'd been busy stabilizing the girl, it looked like both Greens and a Blue had impressed. He also noticed that Kyrstin was taking his sweet time patching a boy up. He made a mental note to talk with the Candidate, now Weyrling, later.

Jogging back over to M'ta and Merridan, arriving just in time to see his brother scamper to the edge of the hatching grounds. He sought Er'ani's eyes with his own, and when E'rro believed the fool of a boy was looking at him, he put two fingers near his eyes then pointed at the Albinorider. The Healer mouthed 'I see you' and 'go, or else' before making a pointed motion that his brother should get his nosy ass back into the sands and let the healers do their job.

Lketh, Mine would like you inform you that he will have Nuisance annoy Yours for the next three days if he doesn't clear his "butt" off the sands. Just saying.

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"Perhaps. Its possible that they were born with a fighting attitude." She tugged a curl of her hair in interest as the proceedings continued to, well, proceed. When the Trickshot Egg shattered, Kaegan moved to cover her face with her hands, knowing Millieth wouldn't be able to react in time. The Queen had moved just fast enough to deflect most of the biggest pieces but some still got through. The Weyrwoman peeked out from behind her arms to see that Caden had gotten in the way of the rest of the shards, shielding her from practically any harm at all. Her own small cut on the corner of her cheek bone was virtually nothing. "Oh Caden, you're hurt! You shouldn't have done that."

Searching her pockets, Kaegan made a small triumphant noise when she found her (clean) handkerchief. "Here we go, the least I can do is wrap that for you." She shook the swatch of cloth out so that she could re-roll it into a suitable shape for covering most of the girl's cut on her bicep. "Arm please, dear." She made a shooing gesture at Caden's hand waiting to press the thickest portion on the cut, then tie it on. "You'll go to the infirmary later right? Getting it cleaned out would be a good idea."

It looks like you might have your work cut out for you dear Behruth. Don't be afraid to sit on them if you feel the need. Milleth maneuvered her wing so she could lick the small lines of ichor off of it where the shards had hit. The little scratches were superficial and did not worry the Queen in the slightest.

[Zephyr]

Before she knew it, she was surrounded by people. Buram was there, still leaning over her, and there was a woman she didn’t know, and M’ta. She was surprised by this most of all. She didn’t take the grump of a candidatemaster for the type to want to help, then again, she was his charge now, wasn’t she? Gweneveth hovered over her, fluttering her wings in anxiety as more and more people surrounded her’s. She knew Vellani needed help, she just wasn’t sure that she liked this many people being around her injured rider.

Vellani rose into a sitting position, pain coursing through her body as she heard someone call her name. Hazel eyes looked past M’ta towards Er’ani. A smile spread over her face as he soothed Gwen into some sort of peace and the hatchling backed off a little, eyes never leaving the form of her bonded. Vellani smiled at the dark haired boy, overjoyed that he was here. “ Thank you!” Her voice was a little strained from pain, but she kept it even. “Her name is Gweneveth!” Expression sombering, she glanced down at her legs. She surely had sand in her wounds now. The idea of dragging herself had been a stupid one, but the thought of feeding Gwen had been an all-consuming one. I’ll be fine, mine. I just want to make sure you are! Gwen said, nuzzling Vellani in the shoulder lightly. Vellani was taking strength from her and Er’ani’s presence and from Samael’s voice, shouting her name.

Then M’ta swung his cane at Er’ani and her head shot up, eyes wide with alarm. ” Er’ani…don’t lea…” But he was already on his feet and promising to come see her. She wanted him there, but knew that he probably shouldn’t be. Nodding, she smiled wryly at him. ” I’m going to hold you to that.” She said, watching him walk off. It was probably a good thing she didn’t see him look at Caden, who she hadn’t realized was hurt as well. She was about to yell at M'ta for making Er'ani leave when Buram took over.

Buram was just kinda hovering this entire time, having gotten up when M’ta and Er’ani got to the girl. When M’ta’s attention shifted to him, the dark eyed boy nodded and crouched down near the girl who was in pain and upset at Er’ani having to leave. He took her hand and started talking to her, about her new dragon, about the dragons that were left, about the dragons who had just impressed. Bur liked talking and could probably go on doing it all day. As M’ta worked on her, Vellani felt slightly better from Buram’s words and the sight of Freyr and Sammy in the air above her. As they were about to leave, Vellani grinned up at M’ta. “ Thank you. For everything.” She said. The girl was overjoyed by her impression, and the thought that Er’ani cared enough about her to break the rules to come to her. Sammy and Freyr fluttered down to land on Vell’s chest and she stroked their backs, whispering to the bronze firelizard. “ Tell Samael that I’m okay. I need to go to the infirmary, but I’ll be out soon.” She patted him once more before he flew off.

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Gus didn’t know what Sydney was thinking. He was still sure that the green would be a good match for his sister. They stepped back, and he shrugged when she motioned to the higher colors. “ Maybe, maybe not.” He eyed them appreciatively. They certainly were good looking dragons, but why would they want an oblivious, lazy rider like him? The thought made him laugh a little bit. Suddenly, he heard a voice and someone punched him lightly. Turning around, he eyed Osnat. Hey. It was that girl. The one who impressed the golden salamandyr. ” Yeahhh. I really, really don’t want to end up under the claws of one of those things, especially that dark blue.” Suddenly one of the blues came over to them. Gus squeezed Syd’s hand for a moment, sure that she had impressed, but the blue approached Osnat instead. Grinning widely, he slapped her on the back. ” Congratulations!” That was probably the most exuberance you would get out of the boy all day, unless Sydney impressed.

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Buram watched as Vellani was taken away, and his attention was shifted to M'ta as the weyrlingmaster spoke to him. He nodded at his words, gaze flickering to Kyrstin almost immediately, and then back to M'ta. " Thank you. Yes sir." He said, turning to walk over to where Kyrstin and Serring were in the sand. He knelt down, looking over Serring's wounds once before glancing to Kyrstin. " M'ta said not to worry about his wounds anymore. He'll be fine and the sands aren't the place to dress wounds." Whatever the other boy's reaction, Buram would stand up, stretching out. He had blood on his hands and robe from tending to Vellani, but he felt good, even more so when the other green stalked over and impressed to Kyrstin.

Grinning widely, he nodded at the boy. " Congratulations, Kyrstin!" He said, entire being beaming at the grumpy boy.

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Kaius was getting distressed. Both greens had impressed and one of the blues had. This was getting serious for Lilu if she wanted to impress. Seeing as all that was left were two browns, a bronze and a couple blues, he doubted that she would impress this time. He looked at her hopefully though, grinning at her. Moving out of line, he walked over to stand beside her, taking Lilu's hand in his own and squeezing it gently. " You'll impress, I know you will." He leaned down to whisper in her ear, eyes still glued to the clutch. The bronze seemed to be the leader, the browns his bodyguards and the blue seemed to be the bronze's...tag along? Hm. Odd.

King had had enough of sitting on the sidelines. He had scurried to the hatching grounds, disappearing in the stands. He pulled himself up onto the railing and sat with his tail stretched around it, watching his with interest. Turning his head, he saw his half sister and Shells. The bronze frilled impatiently. Hadn't he told the older bronze NOT to bother Levi? He took stock of his options quickly, finally deciding on stalking over, frill spines extended to their fullest. Shells bothering you, Levisister? He would be ready to tackle the other bronze at Levi's word.

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Olivia just looked at the renaming eggs a little sadly, but not too much. Just because she wouldn't impress at this hatching didn't mean she wouldn't impress at all. It seemed that not all the girls were taking the hatching very well at all, and she felt a little guilty feeling happy. Well, they could impress at the next hatching just like her! The little girl brightened and stood a little straighter, despite the cuts on her body. She wondered if she should go to the infirmary later or not. They probably had enough on their hands without worrying about little cuts like this.

[Aftershock]

Lilu held her breath as the Arc Green moved away from her location and towards the Candidates... then her heart fell as it stopped by Krystin, seeming to Impress to the male Healer Candidate. Her brows creasing, she sat down on the hot sands, ignoring their heat on her bottom as she pouted. It wasn't fair, she knew she was going to Impress, but the only girl dragon left Impressed to a BOY? She felt tears pricking the edges of her eyes as her confidence crumbled.

Blinking the tears down her cheeks, she looked over at Kaius, hoping he at least would Impress one of the boy dragons. At least then she would have something to distract her from her sad thoughts...

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Cainith sent thoughts towards the Arc Green as it moved towards the Candidates... then saw it stop to Impress... a man? Looking back at the other hatchlings, he hoped he missed another green, miscounted... but nothing. Just males now. He noted the Masse Blue Impressed to Osnat, but having met the girl once, he knew she was a massive tomboy, so it would make sense for a male dragon to Impress her... Ivy was all woman, so only a female dragon would do. And there were no female dragons left.

Looking down at Ivy, he saw the tear running down her face, though she was trying to put on a brave face for those who did Impress. A bit depressed himself, now, since he didn't even get a fight that might have pulled Rollhead out of his stupor, since all the dragons came out un-mutated (and there was only one Wastelander anyway), he leaned forward on the railing of the Stands, one arm holding out the wineskin in case Ivy decided she wanted to start early on it.

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Samael took his seat again, and a moment later, so did Heimdall. He nodded as he received Vellani's message via Freyr, and slumped down, depressed. He was happy that Vellani Impressed, but his heart was broken, and he couldn't get himself out of his funk right now. Freyr returned to His and landed on his shoulder, chirruping before he did so to warn him of the impending landing, and rubbed his head on His' cheek, trilling comfortingly.

[Rowana]

Kyrstin shrugged at Serring's words. He thought it more likely Serring would Impress, so his suggestion was unnecessary. The bleeding had slowed enough for him not to be concern, so he tied both the leg and shoulder wound with bandages. "You'll be fine until this is over," he said, scowling at Buram as the boy relayed his message. It wasn't his fault, Kyrstin just didn't like anyone giving him orders, even M'ta. He was doing his job, was that a crime? Any sharp comments, however, were quickly shoved aside in favor of a far more immediate problem.

Kyrstin's reaction to the greens arrival was almost comical. He froze in mid standing motion, his wide eyes staring at Serring. He didn't move, he didn't speak, he didn't dare turn around and see what he knew must be watching him. No, he whispered in his mind. By the First Egg, this is not happening! Oh, yes it is, Kyr'nMine. Did you think I would have any but the best? Now stop fussing and tend to your Yeomenth. The voice was strong, commanding, beautiful, and undeniable female.

Kyrstin whirled around, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and fear. The dark green hatchling yawned at him, undisturbed by his reaction. He would come around in time, she was sure. After all, she had selected him and was she not the most important on the Sands? "No," Kyrstin said firmly. "You don't want me. Go pick someone else." He waved at Buram, Serring, the girls, anyone that might entice the female to go far, far away. In his heart, however, he knew it was too late. Not to mention that his stomach was churning with her hunger. Certainly I do, Yeomenth snorted. She was starting to lose patience with him, but not enough to consider any other. She did not make mistakes. Hurry up and fetch me my meal.

At this point Kyrstin started to realize that the other boys were talking to him. Serring had even clapped him on the back in congratulations. He glared at them, as if this might be some kind of conspiracy against him. Without another word, he stalked off the sands with the lovely, smug green at his side. The newly named Kyr'n was resisting the growing feelings that automatically drew him towards his new dragon, his Yeomenth. Instead, he was trying very hard to convince himself this was all a horrible mistake.

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Merridan moved as swiftly as M'ta could go, letting him lean on her as much as he needed. Now wasn't the time for dignity, since speed was of the most importance. Once they reached the girl and her concerned friends, however, Mer found she didn't have much to do beyond stay out of the way. She shrugged at Er'ani and stood back while M'ta did his work. It looked pretty bad to her, but from his words, Mer guessed the wounds were mostly superficial.

Mer helped move the girl onto the stretcher, then left carrying her to the other assistants. She glanced around the Sands. Another girl had fallen down, but she looked more upset than injured. Mer wasn't sure why, since the hatching wasn't over. E'rro was moving the badly injured girl and the boy was certainly fine now. She let out a breath. "We have our work cut out with this bunch," she said, moving to give M'ta a hand again.

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T'ke glanced up when another girl arrived. He vaguely recognized her too as a recent weyrling, though he wasn't sure from which clutch. The name was only so helpful. He offered a weak, nervous smile. How did he attract girls to come speak with him? Last he checked, he wasn't all the handsome or charming. Maybe Garaeth was setting this up behind his back. "T'ke," he answered shyly. "Garaeth is my dragon."

[Lotty]

As safe as she thought she was in her place clustered up with the other candidates, it appeared that she hadn't gone unnoticed. Apparently she was a draconic magnet. She froze for a moment catching eyes with light blue hatchling and whispering to Gus, "Shhh I think if we like. Stay really really quiet they'll think we are statues..." because these dragons were clearly predators with the instinct to chase should they try and run. Osnat wouldn't put anything past these creatures. Why she couldn't be sure, but she was pretty convinced that the blue approaching them was one of the two fighting on top of that Casandra girl and nearly disemboweling her in the process. She had missed the more noble act of the creature to try and untangle himself from his unwitting victim gently.

Regardless, this did little to change the fact that she had Impressed. Within a sevenday she now had a mandyr and a dragon, which was enough crowding up her brain to almost cause her to faint. She was shocked back to reality though with a steady pat on the back from Gus, "Uhhhhhh...." It was really all she could manage out as the dragonet crept closer and began to rub up along her legs, If you'd be so kind, could we have food now? Those words echoed again, and she reached down to stroke the flash of icy blue that marked the top of his head and flowed down in a long streak atop his spine and wing edges.

"Yeah, well," her stomach dropped and she knew she was sharing in the hunger that plagued her newly bonded. She paused for a moment to address her company, "Man, we've really gotta stop meeting like this. Hope this time 'round you guys Impress... I don't wanna do this thing all by myself," by 'thing' of course she meant weyrlinghood. Yeah sure, she could make new friends in this class but it was far easier to just bring the ones you've already got along for the ride. You are going to introduce me if you insist on stalling my meal? He cocked his head tentatively as the girl reached for the name to pluck out of the air, "Ah yes, he wants me to tell you his name is Perienmoth... and we better skiddadle." Finally she made her way off to the feeding tables, hoping that there would be other familiar faces soon to join her.

[Tashe]

He ran till he came to the farmers pen
The ducks and the geese were kept therein
He said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin

The One Shot Blue flared his wings and pulled back from his brother, looking both distinctly impressed and amused by the Bronze. He took one last look at the other male's significantly larger bulk before settling his wings onto his back and striding away from the group. Hmm... well now that the high and mighty Perienmoth had chosen, there wasn't much else to do other than choose a Humanthing for himself. Ugh. Padding his way at an amiable pace toward the Candidates, the One Shot Blue yawned as if he hadn't just gotten into a fight, been yelled at by his mother and then sat on by a Brown. All in a days work don't you think? Who ever said babies could be trouble obviously had the foresight of him being born. Wad his way through the candidates (most of which leaped away at the mere sight of him coming), the dark Blue cocked his head as he approached a suitable human. There was something about her that appealed to his dark nature. Girl, what are you doing sitting on your ass? He made a slightly disgusted noise. Are you crying? No human of Venideth's will cry so easily. Do not tell me I have made the wrong choice Lilu. If I haven't then feed me, preferably away from Perienmoth and nearer to Yeomenth.

The Trickshot Browns stopped in their playing as the last of their lesser colored siblings left them (they didn't count the Overhand Blue since they couldn't see him on the other side of their Bronze Brother), looking to the larger male curiously. They wanted to Impress now, and so they would. With a cacophony of chirps to their remaining Brothers, the Trick Shot Twins trudged their way down to the awaiting Candidates. Their passage amung them was not... a terribly painless one. Legs and ankles were smacked if those appendages got in the way of their swinging tails, the Twins didn't do it on purpose but they didn't still their tails either. Thing Number 1 split from his twin to grab August by the hem of his robes and practically drag the boy over to Serring, whom Thing Number 2 had grabbed and was dragging him toward August. Thing number 1 and Number 2 looked up at their respective humans and said;
We are Oth and Uth.

I am Oth, Au'stmine. Trick Shot Brown #1 said.
I am Uth, S'rringmine. Trick Shot Brown #2 said.

We wish to be fed! Said Oth.
Yes, we are hungry. Our Bronzebrother will join us later. Said Uth.

Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o

[Tashe]

Change everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called

Based off of: The Black Knight
Name: Venideth
Age: >1
Color: Blue #000045#17174E



Appearance: Venideth's hide is like the sky right after dusk, light enough to visibly be blue but dark enough to blend into the night. If he works hard and trains diligently, he will be slender and lithe throughout his entire life, rarely gaining any substantial amounts of fat unless he is left to laze about. For a Blue he is neither large, nor small, falling directly in the middle for both height and length. As far as physicality goes, there really isn't anything extraordinary about him. His wings, neck, tail and legs are of average proportions for his build and his talons are neither long nor short. Perhaps... totally average isn't the right word for him. Perfect is. If dragons were made from molds, Venideth would be the poster child. Despite his lack of any real outstanding handsomeness, he is wondrously pleasing to look at.

Perhaps the most physically remarkable thing are his markings, even then... to call them remarkable is stretching it. Starting from under his chin and running down to the very tip of his tail, is an even darker blue, if that was possible. It splits Venideth's underside from the rest of his body, flowing down the front of his neck, over the natural curve of his belly, and between both sets of legs. It is in this darker colored region where you will find the all inclusive clutch trait of armor like skin. The only soft "normal" tissue that can be found on Venideth's stomach is where the underside of his legs attach to his body, allowing him freedom of movement rather than the restrained quality the thickened skin would have given him. In aerial combat, all of his opponents will be hard pressed to find easy ways of killing him, thus, he is far more protective of his unguarded wings than he is of his underside. It would take a very strong dragon to get through that tough skin and cause serious damage in a single blow.

Personality: If anyone could be Perienmoth's opposite, this Blue would hold the highest spot. Unwavering loyalty? Yeah right. Vendideth fights for Selenitas for allegiance sakes only, if he had been born to the North, well it would have been exactly the same. If he is loyal to anyone (with of course, the exception of his Rider) it would be to the Bronzes of the Weyr, or rather, the highest bidding Bronze. If they can initiate respect and keep it, or bribe him with good offers (and keep their end of the bargain), Venideth has no qualms in switching from one Bronze to another. The Blue has very little morals, or if he does, he is just completely apathetic about them. Killing? Not a problem, as long as he's ordered to do it. Aerial battle? Whatever, Ichor washes off. Force catching? If the Green is taking too long, that should be fixed. And if he sees bullying? Venideth's more likely to watch the underdog get pummeled into pudding before he even thinks of stepping in. Fighting, clawing, killing... death in general doesn't bother the Blue, its his realm after all. If mercenaries could be dragons, thy name would be Venideth. Despite all this the male is actually and easy going Blue, a little rowdy sometimes when he's with kindred spirits, but a pretty cool dragon to be around. Well until you anger him that is.

There is perhaps, one thing he shares with his near opposite, and that is honor. Its true, he may not have a lot of it, but the few shreds he has he will defend. And you don't want to make light on his honor, because he'll saunter up all nice, even chuckling over the joke, maybe even throw a wing over the dragons back in merriment... then have you by the throat until he decides you get exactly what you're never supposed to do again. But, not everything he loves has to do with violence, because he absolutely adores the docile, happy go lucky Greens. The innocent ones. The ones who are kind and then extend that kindness to him. Those Greens are by far easier to attract and catch than the ones who give up suuuuch a fuuusss over their Flight. Either way, take it as a hint that even a little evil has a bit of good in them. (Sorta!)



Based off of: Conniving Twins
Name: Oth
Age: >1
Color: Brown #1F14005B3200150E01



Appearance: Brown like the wet, dark soil of the Jungle, Oth is a monster. Large, boxish and muscular, there are very few who will want to tussle with Oth even at a young age. He and his brother have shorter legs and necks, making them look like a Dragonic version of a bulldog. They even have the square, powerful jaws for latching onto others for maximum destruction. Oh, did I mention Oth was muscular? Frightfully so in fact. He won't ever be fast in the air and his maneuvers might be slow, but get in close and his reactions are nothing to sneeze at. If he wants you in his jaws, you will be in his jaws. If you stray too close to his wickedly black talons, you'll be ripped up faster than you realize. His wings are long and broad, and they have to be, otherwise this Dragon could never get in the air. Because Uth and Oth are identical twins, it is physically impossible to tell them apart. Only mentally or by the word of them or their Riders can you even have the slightest chance of differentiating between these two Browns.

Other than being large and brown, Oth has only one or two other distinguishing marks. Around his neck is a thick, band of color, closely related to the look of stained leather. Which brings us to the next topic; the thickened skin that all of his Clutchmates have. Starting around the base of his head, it travels down his neck and covers the entirety of his back, leaving his belly mainly free of the mutation. The majority of the thickened skin is the same muddy brown color as the rest of his hide, with of course, the exception to the 'collar' section of his neck where it intersects before spreading onto his back and stopping before it reaches his chest. The membranes of Oth's wings are slightly darker than the hide on the wings leading edge, and harder to see through than most of his kin. For the skin is stronger and more durable given the weight and mass it must support through the air.

Personality: Oth is... not very bright. He certainly won't win the award for the most creative dragon either, but what he is good at is taking and following orders. Obviously, its so much easier to just do what you're told than tell someone to do something. That involves thinking and thinking can get tiresome. That being said, Oth is extremely submissive only to Bronzes, believing that they are practically made for command. But that Bronze has to be firm with Oth, otherwise he'll sense the uncertainty, like a dog smelling fear. And what does a dog do when they smell fear in their leaders? Test them, poke them, and eventually leave them for another alpha. He's just subversive like that. Although he may not be as smart as Uth, Oth is definitely stronger and more bull headed than his twin. Tough and cruel are also not far off of the Brown's personality, and throughly enjoys adding insult to injury.

Perhaps the most remarkable thing about Oth is that he has a mental connection to Uth, as strong as any impression between a human and a Dragon. Oth and Uth are always in each other's minds, and therefore, partially in the minds of their twin's Rider. Their human's will be able to feel the presence of the other dragon, but not able to hear their thoughts. Because the two Browns are always together, they tend to use "our" "us" and "we" most of the time and will only say "I" "me" and "mine" when they differ in opinion. But Oth is not all about doing the Bronze's dirty work, no, he too has is vice... and thats women. Oh, women. He loves women. Greens and Golds, it doesn't matter. And female humans? He absolutely adores them, especially female Riders. He doesn't mind Green and Gold Whers but tends to keep Dragon company over them. But he knows he falls for the charms of women, so he has to limit himself. It wouldn't be good if he got manipulated by a female!

Based off of: Conniving Twins
Name: Uth
Age: >1
Color: Brown #1F14005B3200150E01



Appearance: Brown like the wet, dark soil of the Jungle, Uth is a monster. Large, boxish and thick, there are very few who will want to take on Uth even at a young age. He and his brother have shorter legs and necks, making them look like a Dragonic version of a bulldog. They even have the square, powerful jaws for latching onto others for maximum destruction. Oh, did I mention Uth was muscular? Frightfully so in fact. He won't be fast in the air and his aerial maneuvers might be slow, but get in close and his reaction times are nothing to sneeze at. If he wants you in his jaws, you will be in his jaws. If you stray too close to his wickedly black talons, you'll be ripped up faster than you realize. His wings are long and broad, and they have to be, otherwise this Dragon could never get in the air. Because Uth and Oth are identical twins, it is physically impossible to tell them apart. Only mentally or by the word of them or their Riders can you even have the slightest chance of differentiating between these two Browns.

Other than being large and brown, Uth has one or two other distinguishing marks. Around his neck is a thick, band of color, closely related to the look of stained leather. Which brings us to the next topic; the thickened skin that all of his Clutchmates have. Starting around the base of his head, it travels down his neck and covers the entirety of his back, leaving his belly mainly free of the mutation. The majority of the thickened skin is the same muddy brown color as the rest of his hide, with of course, the exception to the 'collar' section of his neck where it interacts before spreading onto his back and stopping before it reaches his chest. The membranes of Uth's wings are slightly darker than the hide on the wings leading edge, and harder to see through than most of his kin. For the skin is stronger and more durable given the weight and mass it must support through the air.

Personality: Uth may not be the sharpest Brown ever, but he's certainly got more of a head on his shoulders than his twin, Oth. And although he prefers taking orders, he doesn't mind handing them out. Sure, Bronzes are probably better at it than he is, but what the hay, a brother can try right? He and Oth work the best together, each relying on the other's strengths and weaknesses, but as in every pair of twins one takes the dominant role. Who better to do it than Uth? He's not as strong as Oth but he can use his all around conniving and subversive personality to out strategize his brother in mock battle. Uth is more about ability than brute force and will apply that to everything he does. Everything in life either training for something or a game to win. Even if he may not be the best at the game... he still tries. But one thing is for certain, the Brown will never disrespect a command from a Bronze who has his respect.

Perhaps the most remarkable thing about Uth is that he has a mental connection to Oth, as strong as any impression between a human and a Dragon. Oth and Uth are always in each other's minds, and therefore, partially in the minds of their twin's Rider. Their human's will be able to feel the presence of the other dragon, but not able to hear their thoughts. Because the two Browns are always together, they tend to use "our" "us" and "we" most of the time and will only say "I" "me" and "mine" when they differ in opinion. Like his Brother, Uth too has a vice that he loves to indulge in... and that is eating. Keeping up his muscles is a full time job don't you know? With an above average metabolism, gaining (but more specifically keeping) muscle requires tons of proteins, which he is most happy to oblige. Herdbeasts, ovine, caprine, even Runners are all fair game to Uth if you let him at them, he loves meat. Lots and lots of meat. Its not uncommon for you to see Uth laying near Oth with a bunch of bones scattered around, waiting to be chewed on to tide him over till the next meal. His human may have to watch exactly how much the Brown eats, so all that protein doesn't turn to fat.

Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead

[Rei]

Sydney opened her mouth to comment to August again when another girl moved up next to them. She blinked when she recognized Osnat and offered the other tomboyish girl a faint smile. “Seems like we have been rather lucky so far.” A glance was cast around at the hatchlings and the other hurt candidates. “They seem like a rather violent bunch. Impending doom sounds a bit right.” The other girl agreed with a light chuckle. Letting go of her brother’s shirt she glanced back at the babies. Three pairs of watching eyes were much better then two, so she felt it was a risk she could take.

Her breath caught in her throat as one of the blues that had mauled Cassandra made it’s way over to them. Almost without thinking she stepped in front of August to protect him but it seemed unnecessary as the little blue turned rainbow eyes to Osnat. “Congratulations!” She said to the other girl and smiled brightly before waving her off and turning back to her brother. With only a few left on the sands it seemed unlikely that her or August would impress at this point. She was just going to comment to her brother on this fact when the hatchlings started to move again.

Her heart in her throat she watched as one of the bulky browns approached her and August and literally grabbed her brother, tearing him away from her. Sydney wasn’t sure what she thought but her first reaction was that August was going to be mauled and she made a grab for him only to be knocked over by Oth’s swinging tail. She hit the sands with tears in her eyes and looked up in time to see that the brown had dragged her brother way and both of the twin browns were sitting in front of her brother and one of the more attractive candidates.

Ah so then her brother had impressed then.

At this point Sydney wasn’t sure if her tears were from anger, sadness, pain or something else entirely but nevertheless she stood and brushed herself off before cheering for her brother. “Congratulations Gus! What’s his name?” How she forced her voice even, Sydney didn’t know. But she certainly wasn’t going to let him know she was even a little upset.

~~~

If she was bothered by S’rei’s distraction she didn’t show it outwardly. Instead Elysia swallowed a growl when T’san tightened his arms around her. His muttered comment caused her to chuckle however. “What, I’m not as exciting as a bunch of bumbling baby bloodthirsty psychos? That hurts.” Glancing back at him she added with a light tease. “Most men would enjoy a lap full of woman you know. Just don’t poke me with any tentacles.” Her eyes flicked down towards the hatching then and she watched as the little dragons scampered about. From here it almost looked like some type of dramatic play. Except the actors were not harpers and the blood was real.

When T’san spoke Elysia followed the newest impressions with her eyes. “I went to most of the Benden ones more due to necessity then because I actually wanted to go.” Was always a good idea to see who the new up and coming bronzers were. “But they are always interesting to watch.” A soft snort was offered her ‘chair’ as he commented about his comfort but his next words effectively stopped any return comment about how she could magnify the discomfort if he really wanted. “Charge into the stands like a mini army? At this point I might not put it past them.” Her eyes narrowed on the hatchlings on the sands before the woman chuckled. “Stands huh? So then you were never meant to be a candidate? Why does that not surprise me?” Elysia put enough of a playful edge on the latter comment to make it clear that she was teasing him. Glancing over at S’rei she leaned over to flick his ear. “Man of few words today?”

~~~

Er’ani is to the sides of the stands still just glaring >< got to lazy to post him. He does claim he is not afraid of Nuisance (though slightly of E'rro >>)

[Aftershock]

Lilu was sitting on the ground, sobbing. It hurts when someone's massive self-confidence gets a reality check, and Lilu was feeling that hurt now... it hurt kind of like the hurt she felt when she wasn't distracting herself, the hurt that's been there from her first memory back in Igen Hold. Suddenly, she felt a presence, both physically and mentally, and the words of the One Shot Blue entered her mind. "Come, Lilumine. I'm hungry, and you are the one to feed me. That's how this works, is it not?"

As the Bond solidified in her mind and soul, Lilu felt the hole in her soul, the one that existed since she awoke in Igen, filling. As it did, all her memories suddenly returned to her in a rush, the memories her mind hid to keep her from killing herself after her injury. She grabbed her head in pain and fell forward as a rush of images and sounds filled her mind... her birth in Benden, the intense training she went through, her impression to the brown dragon Fellsareth, her time in an elite Benden wing, Thread, battles against Fort and even Selenitas, and finally, Fellsareth's fall when his wings were ruined in a skirmish with Fort around Igen Hold, and holding his dying form in her arms before everything went black...

When Lilu opened her eyes again, Venideth had his head down at eye level with her. "You go from sitting and crying to holding your head and lying. Did I choose wrong with you, Lilumine? You seem quite a bit weaker than I felt when I chose you..." Sitting up, then slowly standing, still a bit weak in the knees from the experience, Lilu's eyes held a hard edge they didn't before. "I'm fine," she said. She remembered everything. With the Impression of a new dragon filling the hole Fellsareth's death left, her mind was whole once more. However, she remembered everything since Igen as well... the friends she made, the fun she had... friends and fun she never had in her old life. She enjoyed them, she admitted. Matching her old life to her new life would take some time, but in the meantime, she had a dragon to feed. "Come, Venideth," she commanded, walking with increasingly-steady legs towards the feeding tables. "That is more like it, Lilumine," Venideth replied, following the redhead as she walked towards the tables, his darkly regal head turning to regard his lighter brother with a draconic smirk. Obviously he had chosen better, and had found a superior bonded by waiting and searching deeper than his overly-nice sibling.

((Cainith is still by the rail offering what emotional support he can for Ivy, while Samael is being comforted by Freyr as he sits there all depressed and alone after Vellani leaves.))

[Requiem]

M'ta used the hand offered him to pull himself to his feet again a bit stiffly. Probably wasn't going to get sleep tonight if the complaints his leg was making now were any indication, but that was fine. It briefly crossed his mind to see if he might be able to weasel company out of someone. T'san. Er'ani (unlikely given the snit the kid was in, but whatever). Mer's voice derailed him from that train of thought and he smiled wryly at her. "I'm ecstatic, can't you tell? Ruth's seeping disapproval. It's weird," he added with a small chuckle.

A brownrider party. E'rro, T'san and Mer. Yes. Are you getting the mental sickness again? No. The sands are just hot. Stop calling me crazy. If the shoe fits. "We should celebrate just surviving this hatching, I think," M'ta commented to his two companions as they made their way back to the meat and the slowly congregating group of dragonets. "Why don't you both come over tonight after the feast and we get the weyrlings settled in?"

Then, as if he wasn't in the midst of discussing plans with two friends, he forged through the center of the weyrling gaggle. "Feed them slowly. If they puke you get to clean it up. And so help me if you make me go scrambling over the sands again because you can't keep your claws to yourselves, I'll make every one of you new riders so sore you won't be able to count your limbs by midday tomorrow. Start sounding off. Names, dragon names, ranks and crafts..." He nodded to Mer to get the paper ready to record it, leaning heavily against the table.

Behruth hadn't even noticed the small lacerations the spray of shell shards had opened on his hide until Millieth started seeing to hers. He crooned almost absently to her. You have the right of it, MotherMine. But now I think I should move close enough that I can sit on them if needed. With a parting nuzzle, he sprung into the air and rose high enough not to send a spray of sand over the candidates and hatchlings, winging over the small cluster of new weyrlings to settle just beyond that table.

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So perhaps he was quite deliberately not paying attention to the lapdance his weyrmate was giving his best friend right next to him. It was a little difficult when they were whispering back and forth about how interesting T'san was finding her squirmings, but S'rei did manage to keep his face neutral. The hatching was almost interesting enough that he didn't have to pretend not to hear. At least most of the drama seemed to be wrapping up, with just two more dragonets left to Impress. Did not envy the pair of brownriders this group at all.

His eyes flicked over toward Elysia, and he shrugged a shoulder slightly. "You seem suitably occupied." A smile was flashed T'san. "What do you say we catch lunch and get out of here for a couple candlemarks after this? Salenth can show Dsoleth some of the nicer sunning and hunting spots around here." He'd been a bit too busy to drop in on T'san just yet, but it suddenly occured to him that he now had the time.

[Ivy]

~

S'rring

~

Busy congratulating the newly Impressed Kyr'n, Serring hadn't even noticed that the other Blue had made its Impression - or that one of the Brown twins was heading right for him. Not until he heard the cries from Candidates nearby when their legs got hit by the dragonet's tail. Arching a brow, he soon found himself being grabbed and tugged on by the Brown until he and another of the male Candidates were standing next to each other. Finally the dragons spoke.

We are Oth and Uth. and then one of them added just to S'rring, I am Uth, S'rringmine.

He just stared at the Brown in front of him. Well, Browns. His green eyes danced from one to the other, they were identical. Amused by this fact he glanced next to him and grinned at the other Candidate, "Congratulations, mine is Uth, yours is?"

Oth. His is Oth. I am Uth. We are hungry. Feed us? the Brown hatchling replied before the other Candidate-turned-Weyrling could and then looked towards where the food was.

"Alright, alright, I get it, you're hungry."

Yes, we are very hungry.

We. Us. He'd have to get used to that, it seemed like the Brown pair were intent on sticking together. Before leading his Brown towards the feeding table however, he nodded to Au'ust, "S'rring, by the way. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

With that he was off, leading Uth towards the table that held the meat - coming up just as M'ta was demanding information from the new Weyrlings. Since no one else seemed to jump at the chance to name themselves or their new dragon, S'rring did. "S'rring of Brown Uth." He was grinning like a fool - full of pride and just overall grateful he'd finally Impressed.

Of course S'rringmine. We chose the best. Uth chipped in, and S'rring knelt to run a hand along his bonded's neck.

~

Ruliana

~

Ruliana flashed a friendly smile at T'ke and then nodded between him and Tenlie, "So are you two close?" She had practically purred the last word, though she hadn't meant to. So distracted had she been by meeting the other Bluerider - she hadn't even been paying attention to the hatching! Amalath quickly set her straight on that though.

Rulilove, the babies are choosing! They are much cuter when they are not fighting, aren't they Rulilove? the Green interrupted the gossiping and conversation going on between the riders below with this observation, and Ruliana turned her eyes back to the Sands.

One at a time the hatchlings seemed to be Impressing. First the Greens, then the Blues - except the one hovering behind the Bronze that is, and then the Browns. Interesting how they'd pulled their new bondeds to each other, even though from where she sat it didn't seem like the two men knew one another. Fondly she thought back to when she'd Impressed Amalath - Impression had to be the best feeling in the world. Silently she envied these new weyrlings for the new bonds they were forming, though she wouldn't trade her Green for anything.

A chuckle came from the dark haired woman when she saw M'ta start yelling at the lot of them, poor kids. Though she hadn't seen him in some time she saw the limp he had and no doubt that would put him in an even sour mood. Lifting her hand she was going to wave at him but then thought better of it. He'd never seemed overly friendly towards her, even when he'd been with her brother - it was doubtful a few turns in different weyrs and the death of her half-brother had done much to make him more fond of her.


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((It can be assumed Ivy is still slightly pouting, though she declines to take the wine from Cainith offered over the rail - seems disrespectful towards the dragons on the sands. Still trying to force smile her way through the remaining Impressions, though she glares daggers at Lilu briefly. Tavis is still leaning against the far wall watching slightly disgusted and whining in his head that he wants to get out of here. Lazy fingers are lazy.))

[Tashe]

E'rro wrinkled his nose at the mention of celebrating. The last time he 'celebrated' he woke up the next morning having passed out cold over a table in the feasting hall. Not only that but his biological clock had woken him up early as all hell, which made for a very groggy and grumpy Dragonhealer that day. Pulling out a little knife from his belt, he tucked the now bloody towel across his medicine satchel then proceeded to clean the drying blood from under his finger nails. The Councilman yawned as he listened to M'ta's invitation, responding on the tail end of the yawn. "I'm in, but only if I'm not part of the 'we' in 'after we get the weyrlings settled in'." He itched the corner of his eye. "I'll bring some redfruit juice if I can flatter a fresh squeezed bottle out of the cooks."

Arching an eyebrow he watched M'ta wade into the little gaggle of candidates before warning them of the very first rule of Weyrlingship. Or at least, the first rule according to the Weyrlingmaster. The second one had something to do about poop and cleaning it up, but E'rro only vaguely remembered any Weyrling rules at all. Surely M'ta had told him probably multiple times, but eh. Not his realm. No he had Apprentices and they all had their own invisible list of rules... of which the WeyrDragonhealer purposely did not tell them all at once, teaching them to collect and pass on information to newer generations. He yawned again. Dratted sands. The heat always made him so sleepy, E'rro would always be a man who preferred the cold. Reaching out to his Dragon as he turned his eyes back onto the remaining Candidates, he had his Brown contact Lketh again.

Lketh, Mine wishes to know if yours plans on dinning with him at the feast tonight?