For you I’m waiting, anticipating~ Mony’s hatching

[Lotty]

First things first. She had goop o her hand from someone's sad little meal and with such a distraction she couldn't help but look away for a moment to flick her wrists a few times, the yellow yolk flying off in spots all around before she tried other tactics such as licking and even discretely trying to smear the remnants onto the table cloth nearest her. To her surprise, by the time she looked up again, it seemed like half of the danged things were out of their cages already. She could hardly contain her words and blurted out a surprised, "Whoa man..."

These things certainly go about getting hatched in a rush don't they? She wasn't sure how she felt about that since after all she enjoyed life at a much more leisurely pace, going along only as fast as the wind would urge her. Perhaps it made sense though? Smaller creatures had different perspectives and maybe fast to her was only a crawl to them? It was a possibility she considered anyway, and shrunk down from her position on her tiptoes as the bodies drifted away from the mandyrs gliding and bouncing about. Still she squinted about at the eggs as they shook and broke, finding their brightly colored bodies to be nothing more than speedy little streaks bounding and tumbling out of their nest.

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He wasn't exactly a morning person either, but the fact remained that eventually you had to wake up and get something to eat which is exactly what Mi'rah went about doing. The thing about meals however was that he never had an intention of sticking around. Finding the man stuffing his face in public was a rarity on par with yeti sightings. A tendency towards social dining only peaked for him in the months prior when H'nes was onto him and his plans of coup and disarming the dead man's suspicions required that he eat with him and other wingleaders. But with that in the past he returned to old habits and his disdain of communal eating. With Peccadillo curled upon his shoulder me had been making off with a klah-cake to some more private part of the virtual maze in which they lived.

As it were, he was ignorant of the hatching mandyrs and purposely so, for his green did not abide by others who threatened her easy living with Mi'rah and the man himself had some misgivings still about hatchings. Doppelganger was a memory that he would not soon let go, and the reminder of him was fresh in the Impression of every brown in the crowd. It was only in a passing gaze that he caught the curious sight of a half awake S'rei seemingly oblivious to the nest by which he sat. The bronzerider wasn't at all sure why he was doing this, but nonetheless his legs led the way to the other man.

With his free hand he sort of tapped in the lightest sense the councilman's shoulder and greeted him as best as he knew how, "T-top of the morning to you?" It came out more as a question that he initially intended but nonetheless, "I'mmm sure you're aware but um.... you're in quite the precarious...position." He himself was sort of shuffling his weight from one side to the other, ready to peace out at the first sign of a mandyr looking at him. Peccadillo was on guard, sitting upright and unhappily, but as usual mostly speechless.

[Rowana]

N'rik gave Olivia a wry look. "So?" he countered, patting the nervous Alph. "Doesn't stop me!" Truth be told, he knew they were probably worried about Chases as had been mentioned in class a few times. But Alph hadn't chased anything yet, so N'rik wasn't worried. It could be ignorance or it could just be his overconfidence.

The hatchlings started to move much quicker. Alph frilled anxiously at each new cracked egg, but N'rik was watching it all with wide, excited eyes. He winced when one egg fell, but the baby looked alright. He was bronze too, that was terrific! Maybe he would come over here, N'rik hoped. Alph did not agree. Salamandyrs were bad enough and shiny ones were even worse! Fortunately for the brown, the young bronze had other ideas, mainly Elysia's shirt.

N'rik couldn't help it. He burst out laughing, almost rolling on the floor in his mirth. "Did you see that, Olivia?" he asked between chuckles. "That is funny!" Elysia would probably not be pleased by his reaction, but N'rik didn't really care. It wasn't his fault the hatchling had a sense of humor!

[Avu]

The worm-things that They brought are Hatching. Kyrahth’s voice slipped smoothly into his mind, a touch of silky venom lacing her otherwise neutral tone.Do us all a favor and avoid the Dining Hall for a time, will you? We needn’t have a repeat of your very own flying nuisance, let alone one that can purportedly speak.

A’emi, who was exactly five feet away from the Dining Hall, blinked, one hand going up to stroke Darkling absently. “Huh, so that’s why everything’s stupid,” he said aloud, undeterred by how utterly bizarre he sounded. It didn’t even make sense to him in retrospect, but anyway he knew what he meant to say even if it hadn’t come out that way. “You know?” he added to Darkling, just so he didn’t look completely insane talking to himself. The firelizard fluted cheerfully; she was in a perpetually good mood after being reunited with one bronze Mojo, apparently still her partner-in-crime for all of eternity until death should them part or something, and quite content to allow A’emi his delusions of sanity.

Are you ignoring me? Are you still going /in there/? Kyrahth demanded.

“Yeah,” A’emi said, still out loud, “Yeah, I am.”

He was perfectly capable of avoiding baby Salamandyrs if he wanted, he figured—they were like dragons with Impression, if he remembered correctly, and he couldn’t imagine any of them would wander past the crowd gathered around them to find him when he had a Kyrahth attached to his mind permanently. And if they did—well, he had Darkling already and he adored her, so maybe it’d be an awesome Salamandyr. Not like the ones that were screaming hysterically when he stepped into the Hall itself, glancing around once in swift caution before he continued in, Darkling wrapping herself more securely around his shoulders and peering interestedly at the Hatching.

And—hey, Els. She didn’t look like she was aching for a Salamandyr; maybe she’d indulge him conversation over a meal or something. (Failing that he supposed he could talk to new people but he didn’t really like the new people very much.) Studiously dismissing the bronzerider she was standing beside as unimportant and also Selenitas, A’emi stepped towards Els from behind, got there just in time for a flash of worm to drop down her shirt and for her to leap out of her skin and smack right into him. Startled by both the impact and her scream, A’emi instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, taking a step back and bracing both of them, as Darkling eeped alarm and vanished from his shoulder.

“Ow, fuck, okay—calm down,” he blurted, and he actually hadn’t considered all of the consequences of this, exactly, but he slid his hand up the front of her shirt (because going down the front was just not classy, and involved potentially elbowing someone in the face), trying to catch the Salamandyr. At least it was Els—the most likely person to let him actually get away with this in public—instead of some random person who’d straight-up smack him after. “I’ll buy you dinner after if you want,” he suggested, only half-joking. “Do these things bite hard?”

[Zephyr]

As he sat back in his chair, he noticed the appearance of the councilmember S'rei, along with his fellow Selenitas bronzer Mi'rah. He wasn't completely surprised that neither of them walked over to him. After all, he was the white elephant in the room, was he not? The only Wastelander in the middle of all these Selenitans. No wonder he was worried about being stabbed in the back, as Elysia so elequantly put it. Everyone in this room had every reason to want him dead, but acting on those actions would inceite a whole load of problems that none of them really needed right now. So, K'ian just sat back in his chair, watching the hatching with bemused eyes.

Soon though, his attention would be pulled away by something much more interesting than the little worms poking out of their shells. Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he looked aside into the eyes of the greenrider from before. Once more, the tall man graced her with a positively brilliant smile. " For you, always." He said, scooching over so she could sit down near him if she wanted. Her showing off did not go unnoticed by the wasteland rider as he noticed her bending over. Before he could comment on S'rei though, he heard some screaming and rushing wings. Head jerking over, he noticed not one but two salamandyr hatchings flying at them. His first thought was to protect Elysia, and he jumped up just in time to see a little bronze thing scuttle down the front of her shirt, but he would be too preoccupied to notice what happened next when something green and wet flew right into his face. Miiiiiiiine. He heard, though he barely was able to decipher the words since there was suddenly this intense and overwhelming love crowding his mind. No, no, no... Really? You got one? Seriously? Why'd you even have to go in there? Romeoth said in a disgusted but slightly whiny tone. K'ian probably would have thought him slightly jealous if there wasn't intense pain building from his face.

" Gerroff!" He exclaimed, voice muffled from a face full of green mandyr. And it had to be a green? If you were going to impress, why couldn't you at least impress a bronze or brown, or at least a blue! I don't want to have to share you with a girl! The mandyr seemed to be privy to their conversation, because she snorted at Rom, detaching herself from K'ian's lip long enough to nuzzle his face lovingly. Big bronze is meannnn. Minelove, loveeessss youuuu. She trilled, purring and nuzzling him wherever she could reach. She pulled away from him in time to gaze seriously into his eyes. Food now. Must have. Good food please. If that wasn't an indicator of what was to come, then he didn't know what was. Well, we can't change what's happened. She's kinda cute. So is a mouse, but you don't cuddle it. Hm. You gave me an idea. Thanks Rom. The bronze rumbled grumpily in his mind. " Co'mon little Mouse. Lets get you some food." The green didn't seem to mind the name and settled on the tall man's shoulders, peeking out from his hair at the scene between Elysia and A'emi. Stupid brother. Badddd brother. Mine so much better. Girls no like things down there. She snorted.

K'ian eyed the scene for a moment before stepping over. " You guys gonna be okay?" He asked, eyeing the spot under her shirt where A'emi's hand went up. He remembered the bronze salamandyr going down there and he looked concerned for a moment. " Hey man. Maybe you shouldn't be reaching up there to that thing." His eyes shifted to Harmony, who he was sure would attack them all if she felt someone was harming one of her babies, especially one who hadn't seemed to impress yet. " Doesn't seem like a good idea." Mouse chortled from his shoulder. Stupid brother has fangs. Sharp. Funny man look nice with holes in fingers... She hissed towards A'emi. She wasn't a fan of her bronze brother's right now, but she sure didn't like some stupid stranger reaching in to grab him when he hadn't found his yet (nevermind she was about to rip him a new one when she thought he was heading to her's). ...or face... She hissed, launching herself off of K'ian's shoulder in time to land neatly in A'emi's face, hissing and fluttering her wings against his face, hopefully startling him enough to send him backwards, away from her wayward brother.

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She saw that look he gave her and grinned broadly. N'rik was basically her only friend right now and if he approved of the candidates breaking the rules, then she didn't see why she should have cared. Smiling happily, she nodded. " I hope one likes me." The girl said earnestly, glancing up over the table. Egg shards littered it, and she saw egg goo everywhere. She wasn't afraid of a little grossness though, and was about to reach out to touch an egg shard when one of the eggs fell, shattering into a healthy looking little bronze mandyr. He and a green fluttered off screaming and she watched them go long enough for her attention to be caught by another green, wrapped around an egg.

Olivia smiled at the salamandyr, and she poked N'rik in the side, whispering urgently. " Hey N'rik. Look at that green there. Isn't she pretty? Maybe she'll like one of us?" Her voice was bright as she kept staring at the little green and the egg she was wrapped around. Of course N'rik would want her too. He wasn't a silly sexist boy. If boys could impress to golden and green salamandyrs then why wouldn't they?

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Vellani, at this point, was positively flabbergasted. She kept having flashbacks to her first salamandyr hatching when she had almost been attacked by numerous salamandyrs. This caused the blonde girl to duck and flinch whenever something glided off the table, even though none of the little beasties came close to her. Sammy settled above his mistress' head, chittering angrily at the clutch as a whole. How dare they scare his! He didn't eeven stop to think that her fear was a silly and irrational thing. The blue didn't go so far as to reprimand the mandyr queen though. She really was very pretty, he thought, trilling happily. He would yell and fuss at the babies, but when it came to mature females, he was smitten.

Screaming dramatically when first a bronze and then a green salamandyr flew over her head, she launched herself to the side, away from Sammy's watch gaze (watching Harmony that is), landing on the ground at Er'ani and M'ta's feet. " Why do I even come to these things?!" The girl wailed, covering her head in case one of the mandyrs decided it wanted to use her as a spring post. " They always want to eat me!" Sammy trilled in a concern tone and broke his staring off long enough to fly over to Vellani, wrapping himself in her hair. He wished she wasn't so afraid of the salamandyrs. After all, Passion liked her. He hopefully projected a picture of the powder blue salamandyr into her mind, hoping it would ease her somewhat.

[Ember]

Qaena, being Qaena, hadn't even noticed anything was hatching anywhere in the weyr. No, since early morning the girl had been just sitting outside, enjoying the scenery. To most doing so wouldn't be such an absorbing task but the greenweyrling liked to observe every minute detail. She was so focused that when she heard Khiraeth's ever-happy voice in her mind she actually jumped. Nana, go to the eating place! The eating place!

The girl still didn't have an inkling of what was going on. Khiraeth was always happy over anything. It was still impossible to tell if the green was excited for anything special in particular when everything was oh so special. No, Qaena just thought that the green was reminding her to eat. She was rather hungry having been up for so long without any food. The green's bubbling excitement seemingly over a new day was beginning to infect Qaena and she rather thought that leaving another gift today might be a good idea.

That was the thought in her mind when she walekd into the dining hall to discover...total chaos. Chaos involving the new Selenitas refugees, at that. The greenweyrling gave a little squeak that was much too quiet to be heard by anyone besides the closest people to her. She took one moment to catch sight of the weird (but truly fascinating) creatures, called salamandyrs, hatching before bolting towards the food. Oh Faranth so many new people and hatching things and...and...Isn't it so lovely, Nana? Khiraeth crooned, breaking her line of thought.

[Requiem]

It was a sign of just how much his leg really did still bother him that M'ta manipulated it with his hands to place it on the bench beside him, smiling at Devon as the blue left Er'ani to rejoin him. He knew how much Behruth had adored PMS and M'ta too of course had loved him, but he'd always been Behruth's salamandyr and, later, Vex's mate. There was no doubt as to who Devon looked to, though. Loud, loud brothers. Sisters. Much too loudly, yes? Like quiet. "You're never quiet," M'ta responded, with open amusement as he offered part of a meatroll to the blue. Is so, is so. One loudy fun. Two loudies headache. The man chuckled. "That so?"

His eyes flicked to Er'ani at the queer expression on the boy's face. "If you're lucky you won't Impress. But yes, you definitely could. You Impressed Lketh, didn't you? Not all of them are pains in the ass." He stroked Devon, then, an apt illustration of just such a 'mandyr. In fact, M'ta had always had good luck (if you could call Impression luck) with his mindmates. All of them had been sweet.

It was at that moment that a familiar candidate threw herself rather dramatically at their feet and M'ta was grateful that he'd already placed his bad leg on the bench, away from any flailing limbs that might make him wish to gut her should they strike him the wrong way. "What do you know. It's the flopping disaster, back again," the brownrider commented drolly. He could have been nice and chivalrous and helped her up, comforted her. (Yes, even M'ta was known for acts of kindness, though usually in more intimate settings where no one else would see or know.) But he was quite certain that Er'ani would be all over her in a moment. She was female and didn't look like boiled leather. Clearly the albinorider's jurisdiction.

No, no, no. No want eat pretty pretty screamer thingy. Too big, Devon concluded reasonably, like that was the only reason he didn't immediately try to gobble her. Snatching the meatroll M'ta was in the process of eating, to a rather exasperated sound from His, Devon glided down to Vellani and rubbed his body against her neck with a comforting croon, offering her the bit of meatroll with his little paws. Want yums? "Just don't get yourself squished, idiot," M'ta muttered, watching Vellani narrowly.

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Lots of 'mandyrs making noise today. Usually screaming 'mandyrs would be enough to get his attention, but there were so many of the voices this morning that they all kind of melded together in his head and the words just ran in one long stream of gibberish. Which really was about what 'mandyr speak was anyway. It didn't bother him any, no more than a full dining hall during breakfast did.

The tap on the shoulder got S'rei's attention, though, and he smiled at Mi'rah's hesitant look and the somewhat stammered greeting. "Hi there, cutie," the man responded sleepily. Yay for speech without thought. Mi'rah was cute, almost childlike in how he acted when he was interacting with people, though. The older of the men squinted slightly at this concept of a precarious position, at which point a very Elysia-like scream shattered the air.

This drew his head around, S'rei blinking at how far off she was. Apparently she was screaming because a pint-sized man had his hands all up her shirt. A rage scream no doubt. Should really go over and punch A'emi's lights out before she got her claws into him, he thought idly. Would be a mercy. Then again, he'd kind of asked for it. "Oh. Not worried," he slurred. His woman wasn't being stolen by someone handsy. That was just laughable. "Do me a favor? Go punch him out before she kills him? And wake me when there are pancakes." He resettled his head on his arms and wriggled his ass backwards to find a more comfortable position to doze in.

[Ivy]

Ivy ~

Eros hissed when he saw the eggs start to hatch - his Ivy-slave needed to leave. Now. She should be taking care of him, where was his breakfast? Ivy ignored him though as she watched the eggs hatch, jumping a bit when someone came to her side and began talking to her. Turning her cheeks tinged a bit red as she looked over at the handler, "I'm Ivy, its nice to meet you Swithin. But no, this isn't my first hatching, 'mandyr or otherwise." In fact, the only hatching she hadn't attended was a wher hatching - though she didn't feel the need to add this aloud.

An egg broke open and her attention was stolen from the man next to her - who was handsome, she noted silently - and went to the clutch. Ohhhh, a Brown. He was nice looking. Then a gorgeous Green and a Blue. And, oh no!

She nearly dropped her plate when she saw the egg fall and break open to reveal a Bronze. He seemed alright though so she relaxed a bit - and then in her head she heard, Hi Butiful! My preety!

Blue eyes blinked as she looked around, then down. Oh, there he was! The gorgeous little Blue had chosen her! Eyes lit up and a smile broke out across her face as she leaned down to offer her free hand to the salamandyr, "Hello there gorgeous! Beautiful? Me? Hardly, but thank you. Perses."

Butiful! So butiful! Mostest butiful of all thems! the Blue crooned not only to Ivy but to the whole room as he scurried up His' arm, careful not to scratch or mar her soft pale skin along the way. He soon found himself on her other shoulder, while Eros peered around her head to glare and hiss at him. Still the firelizard's existence was completely ignored by the salamandyr, My preety bring food?

Quickly she held the plate up and offered him some of the food from it, and he crooned softly while murmuring soft compliments to His, ensuring her attention was completely on him and not on the lump taking up her other shoulder or the man standing next to her.

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Swithin ~

The handler watched with some interest as more people began to arrive and mill about. A few of the young men, Candidates if he recalled, were a bit too close. The Gold was quick to let them know it too. Chuckling to himself he grinned as the redhead replied, giving him a name to call her by. But alas, before the conversation could continue the clutch began to hatch.

So as she turned away from him he looked to the eggs as well, biting his bottom lip slightly as the one egg was knocked over and broke open. Ah but the little one seemed fine, all the hatchlings thus far seemed healthy, if not a bit loud. A Blue rushed towards where he was standing and his heart skipped a beat - only one though as the Blue chose the girl next to him. When he heard the salamandyr declare she was beautiful and the girl deny it he smirked and leaned over to whisper, "Your little one is quite right you're a true beauty, Ivy."

With that said he stood back up and took a bite off his plate, eyes back on the clutch. Once his dinner was over he'd be on his way, after seeing how some of them acted - yes he'd seen the one attach itself to the bronzer's face and then attack another rider - he wasn't too sure he really wanted to risk sticking around and impressing one now.

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Roselle ~

"Good morning to be in bed, is more like it." Roselle mumbled back as someone sat down next to her and began talking. Really? It was far too early for chit chat, and she really didn't want any attention on her right now anyways. Though a glance to the man provided her with the knowledge he wasn't one of the Burimyu 'natives', if that's what they could be called. He definitely had come over from Selenitas and hadn't been there the night of her... incident.

Oh new blood? Who is His? He has none. Kaaoloth's is better. Or even Arhenaiyth's. Tserieth was quick to give her two cents about the young man who was talking to Hers, even if she wasn't there to actually see him. She could 'see' him just fine through Hers - and while he was attractive as far as humans went, at least attractive in Hers' opinion - he didn't have a dragon. He must not be special if he didn't have a dragon.

Roselle brushed off what her Green was going on about and continued to look the man over, perhaps letting her gaze linger a bit longer than necessary. But he was pretty good looking. "Roselle of Green Tserieth."

Taking a bite of her sweet cakes she looked back in time to see the eggs begin to hatch. None of the salamandyrs headed in her direction so she turned her attention back to the man, Serring. "So you're from Selenitas? Sorry about what happened to it... Shame really."

Roselle was a pro at conversations, obviously.

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Serring ~

Serring's attention had been swayed to the eggs, as he hadn't expected the gloomy girl to reply. But then she did and his green eyes shifted to look her over. Oh he definitely caught the lingering gaze, as well as the slight lack of focus that appeared - she was bonded to a dragon. He'd met enough dragonriders and weyrlings in the past nine turns to be able to tell when they were speaking with their dragon. Secretly he couldn't wait until he got the opportunity to have that same glazed over look to his eyes when he spoke to his own dragon. Someday. He hoped.

"Roselle. Tserieth. Lovely names, both of them." Serring's voice was low as he spoke, the eggs were hatching now and he didn't want to distract others from them. They were a sight to behold after all, as was their mother - who snapped at him.

Scooting back a bit, somewhat closer to Roselle as it were, he nodded lightly to the Gold, "My apologies, beauty."

While Roselle's attention was split between him and the clutch, his was fully on her. Well, her and his food. He'd come to eat, after all. Not for the clutch - impressive as it was.

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Ruliana ~

Poe disappeared once more between as the eggs began to hatch, only returning after most of the hatchlings had chosen theirs. Returning he settled on His' shoulder and tucked a flower behind her ear, brushing some of the stray hairs from her face as he did so. He was quite the affectionate one.

While her Blue was silent, Ruliana was happily humming away. She loved hatchings and the delightful sing-song hum they brought with them. Really she wished Poe would join in, surely he had a lovely voice to him. But he was quiet, always so quiet. Oh well, she could make up for that.

Smiling at those around her she watched happily as the eggs began to hatch - Amalath borrowed her eyes so she could see as well. It was odd sometimes, sharing a mind with another being. Sharing your eyes with another being. But the hold-bred woman wouldn't have it any other way.

I know you are excited love, but you know I probably will not get one. Ruliana said softly to her Green, as she could feel her bubbly feelings washing over her. There will be other hatchings though, many of them if the weyrs are to be rejoined.

While others still had misgivings about the weyrs merging back into one, Ruliana was all for it. She knew politics, and she knew that together the weyrs were stronger than apart - and with there only a few Wastelanders left, the danger was minimal. Speaking of... Her eyes flitted towards the bronzerider that had a salamandyr attached to his lip. It would be amusing regardless who it was, but it was even more so since he was a Wasteland rider. A girlish giggle erupted from the Greenrider, interrupting her humming. Then her eyes were back on the clutch and she began to hum once more, just watching with her silent partner perched handsomely on her shoulder.

[Rei]

Harmony paced back and forth in front of her remaining eggs, flaring and closing her massive wings as she watched the scene in front of her. A vicious hiss was given in A’emi’s direction when he moved to try and remove the Full Moon Bronze from Elysia’s person. However she didn’t move to leave the rest of her babies. They needed her too. A pleading look was instead shot to her mate along with a croon. When Mouse leapt to A’emi’s face she trilled worriedly at her daughter, but she trusted that the bonded she’d chosen would be smart enough to look after her. None of her offspring would ever pick anyone inferior after all. A loud crack from behind her had Harmony swiveling her head the hum increasing in pitch and volume as the Eclipse Egg started to split.

The Waxing Gibbous Green slowly uncurled from her now precious perch. Giving the Eclipse Egg a final look she spreading her large wings and leapt off the table. She had seen quite enough of her circus act siblings thank you very much and finally someone worthy of her had arrived. Though the Waxing Gibbous Green still didn’t quite understand just what her silly sister thought she was doing. Without further ado she swept over the heads of those gathered closest to the clutch and dove to wrap her sinuous length around A’emi’s neck. An almost sweet sounding hiss was offered to her pale colored sister even as the Waxing Gibbous Green recited almost caressingly into her new chosen’s mind.

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Snakelike head darting towards his neck she nipped him lightly. You may release the woman’s breast and proceed to feed me now. Please.

It seemed that the impression of the Waxing Gibbous Green set off a chain reaction and in almost perfect synchronization the First Quarter Egg and Night Sky Egg shattered, spilling out a brown and blue respectively. The First Quarter Brown rolled to his feet and immediately puffed out his chest posturing at his brother before commanding. Bow. The Night Sky Blue have his equally large brother a rather withering and exasperated look and heaved his bulk upright before responding. No point. With that he waddled away from the clearly puzzled First Quarter Brown and regarded his remaining choices. Well then, what a pathetic lot. Why was he not surprised that all the good ones where already taken? With a rather depressed sounding creel he sat back on his rump.

Behind him and clearly finally figuring out that he had somehow been slighted the First Quarter Brown gave an angry hiss and charged the nearest object, which just happened to be the Waxing Gibbous Egg. The small egg exploded on impact, sending a pale little blue mandyr careening across the table end over end before he smacked into the arm of one very large bronzerider. The Waxing Gibbous Blue’s tiny body lay there limp and stunned as Harmony shrieked in fury at the First Quarter Brown.

As his massive golden mother came charging straight for him, obviously after blood, the First Quarter Brown leapt from the table and onto another, not stopping until he had reached Qaena. Leaping at the woman he clambered up her shirt and risked a glance back. Harmony had paused at the edge of the table her angry colored eyes fixed on her former offspring before she turned to trill anxiously at the still unmoving Waxing Gibbous Blue.

So preoccupied with her stunned offspring Harmony didn’t notice as the cracks on the Eclipse Egg widened, a flash of gold muzzle displaying itself briefly before it retreated back into the depths of it’s egg.

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Elysia had just about decided to strip her shirt off when she felt the arms of the person she had crashed into wind about her waist. Had A’emi not spoken at the same moment he would have neatly gotten an elbow to the face. But recognizing the other greenrider the Benden woman merely stilled. She might even have chuckled at his comment about calming down had she not had a bronze worm squirming about in her breastband. If he bit her she was so smashing him. Bonded or not.

Dark eyes narrowed slightly and her stomach tightened as Elysia felt the other rider’s hand ghosting over her abdomen and up her shirt. Though she wouldn’t put it past A’emi to use the mandyr as an excuse to cop a feel she didn’t move to prevent him. All the greenrider wanted was the damn thing to stop moving and get the hell out of her breasts. Glancing back to regard A’emi with a slightly bemused expression at his words she snorted. “I sort of have expensive tastes darling.” Wrinkling her nose as the Full Moon Bronze shifted again she added almost as an afterthought. “Good wine would be nice too.”

As to whether or not mandyrs bit she winced remembering Dementia. Just then K’ian spoke up and her head turned to regard the bronzer. “Then how exactly do you suppose we should get the little bastard out? Just grab the little thing already damn it.” The Full Moon Bronze seemed to have other plans though and he wiggled deeper into her breastband before announcing to Serring. Do liiiiiiiike. You come see pretty too?

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Er’ani watched the clutch with almost single minded intensity and then chuckled at M’ta. “Yeah well Lketh is a pain in the ass and I’m not sure I want another one.” Wrinkling his nose he thought about adding on to it before Vellani practically threw herself at their feet. Well, Hello there. He vaguely recognized her from seeing her at Selenitas before. A candidate if he was not mistaken. Not that he had gotten a chance to ever properly greet her. Hmm should make up for that.

With a charming smile he bent down just as Devon glided down to her. “Hey what are you doing on the floor? That’s no place for someone as pretty as you.” Offering her a hand he smiled again. “Er’ani of Lketh. I think I’ve seen you before but I don’t remember hearing your name. Oh and don’t mind my midget friend. He’s really not rabid I promise. Though he seems to have met you before so I guess you would know he’s all bark and no bite?”

[Rei]

Waxing Crescent Green



Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: May 3017
Color: Green ~ Base coloration: [488214] , Eye spot, wing membranes, diamond markings: [2F4F2F]
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: A’emi

Physical Appearance:

This little lady is not pretty in build by any stretch on the imagination. She’s quite skeletal and frankly looks downright dangerous. Her hide is stretched over bones and she’s quite long. Her body and tail in fact are near twice the length of a normal mandyr, while her limbs are downright tiny. This gives her the appearance of something like an emaciated snake. To make matters worse her eyes are positively huge and she has quite the under bite, causing her needle sharp teeth to show from her top jaw even when she has her mouth closed. The wings upon her back are relatively large and easily able to hold her aloft. The problem is she is light enough that the wind can blow her in all sorts of directions. However she is smart enough to take advantage of them by literally slithering her body through the air and riding the current wherever it is she wishes to go. Getting around on the ground is hard for her so if she cannot fly she tends to twine about the neck or wrists of hers like some type of macabre necklace or bracelet. Hers should beware however the frilless spines ringing her head are thin but needle-sharp. Thankfully this female does not see much need to use them. She prefers to use her teeth to get her ‘points’ across.

Her hide at least is not an ugly shade. I fact it is the color of bright and healthy leaves like that on a holly plant. Her hide can even be encouraged to shine if enough oil and love is applied to it. Like all her siblings this little lady as some markings that break up the monotony of her hide. One perfect dark green circle covers her left eye. The same shade also colors her wing membranes and forms perfect diamonds from the middle of her forehead down her spine and to the tip of her tail, the markings reminiscent of the ones one might find on the back of a Terran diamondback rattlesnake.

Personality:

Perhaps like her appearance this green mandyr has quite the unique personality. She’s certainly quirky if nothing else. She has a huge love for riddles and poems and a memory for them that is simply staggering. In in fact she can most often be found coiled about her bonded and randomly shooting of a riddle or verse to random passerby in the hopes of getting a reaction. She’s very intelligent and verbose and it shows in the level of her speech. She can form perfectly full and grammatically correct sentences and seems to have no problems solving simple puzzles and riddles. Though she’ll feign ignorance when outright commanded to do something. In fact is she doesn’t like a request she’ll simply ignore it. She’s fond of playing mind games with hers and others and generally adores anyone that she can manipulate in any form. Anything with a slower brain that she can play with are her favorites. She can get certain dragons, flits, and humans to do all kinds of interesting things with pretty words if she half tries. Of this she is confident.

Her intelligence puts her on another level above most mandyrs and flits and as such she regards most of them as beneath her, though she’ll never make that known to them. How would they adore her if they knew that she viewed them as inferior beings put on this planet solely for her own amusement? She’s never outright scornful to another, not even if they displease her or call her ugly. Instead she’ll find a way to get back at them and her punishments tend to be subtle in their origins and ten times worse then the offense itself. This lady is quite good at developing unique punishments for her transgressors that could never be traced back to herself, at least not without some doubt.

She’s not very interested in males at all. In fact when she rises her affections will never go to anything bronze, brown, or blue no matter what form it takes. No her love is solely for the other females of the weyr, even if she’ll tease her hopelessly pursuing males something awful. She’ll never mate with a male unless it is a force catch, nor will she limit herself to one female. In fact this green is quite content with picking a new green mandyr every run and she will be a frequent participator in other green runs and flights be they flitter or mandyr.


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First Quarter Brown



Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: May 3017
Color: Brown ~ Base coloration: [F0E68C], Eye spot and wing sails: [603311]
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: Qaena

Physical Appearance:

Looking at this brown one would think they had run into the bodybuilder of the mandyr world. This little guy is extremely muscular. His entire body from large strong squareish jaw to tail tip is covered in thick muscle. To top off the picture he is on the rather large side of the brown spectrum and will easily be able to match some of the smaller and even average bronzes in sheer size. He has a rather short and thick tail for a mandyr and won’t be able to use it to grasp things as some of his brethren can. Instead he’ll be able to use the appendage like a club of sorts. The small wings that sit upon his back will be useless for flight and all but the shortest of glides. He is simply too heavy for the small appendages to hold his weight for any length of time. Behind his head he sports the same frilless tines the majority of his siblings do, his being rather thick and stumpy in comparison and rounded at the tips.

Instead of being a rich dark or warm brown this male is the color of khaki pants. A light almost sandy looking shade. Though the color isn’t anything beautiful it highlights his large muscles nicely and gives him a rather imposing look. Especially when you factor in the darker markings he boasts. Over his left eye he has a perfect large dark brown spot. The dark brown color also being present on his wing membranes and solidly coloring his entire underbelly. He isn’t shiny but he really doesn’t need to be. He commands attention by just being impressive.

Personality:

This brown is nothing if not arrogant. His ego could probably be comparable to some bronze dragons in fact. If not for the obviously brown shade to his hide one might be able to mistake him for metallic based on arrogant personality alone. He’s fond of striking poses to convey his strength and believes that his way is the only way and the best way and his had better acknowledge this or even they will face his wrath. He’s quite a bully to those who don’t bow down to his obvious superiority and is not afraid to use his massive bulk to his advantage to overpower and dominate whatever he can. Though almost comically he seems to have no concept of his true size and will even try to dominate humans, whers, and dragons as well as firelizards and other mandyrs. Sadly he’s nearly all brawn without much brains. If smaller mandyrs can't escape his grasp they should thankfully be able to outsmart him. When he is offended this guy tends to go into violent rages, bulldozing everything in sight until he is either subdued by his or satisfied that his target has learned their lesson.

His speech is quite lacking. Mostly because he prefers to use his muscles to do the talking. He’ll frequently mix up words, pronounce them wrong, or simply use the wrong one. All in all he won’t have a large vocabulary at all and the words he does use will often be used incorrectly. Though on occasion he’ll get one right and be quite pleased with himself. One should be careful when speaking to him in fact the smile and nod approach is probably best used with this brown because it tends to infuriate him when the person or thing he is speaking to cannot understand him. You really don’t want to send the little guy into another rage do you? Thankfully his will find that he’s easily calmed and controlled by ego stroking, making him slightly manageable at least.

He’s not very fond of other males of his species, though he will leave them be as long as they give him the respect he is due. If not he has no problems with teaching them respect by thoroughly dominating them, abusing them until they submit. He’s not tolerant of firelizards at all. In fact he’s fond of trying to completely dominate his winged cousins to try and turn them into slaves for his every whim. Even females of his species are not really spared. He is possessive to extremes of any female that shows him the smallest bit of attention and he’ll try to claim a large harem for himself. If any of his females stray he will abuse them to teach them a lesson before dragging them back into the ‘protection’ of his large and powerful shadow. Once he mates with them they are his for life and they better act as such.


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Full Moon Bronze



Name:
Age: Hatchling
Born: May 3017
Color: Bronze ~ Base coloration: [D98719], Eye spot, wing sails, and socks: [B5A642]
Species: Mandyr
Looks to: Serring

Physical Appearance:

This bronze is rather large though perhaps unfortunately his bulk is not all muscle. No a rather nice cushion of fat pads his muscles and bones and gives him an almost cherubic appearance complete with cute cubby face. He has almost comically small wings that will never be able to bear his weight. Not that he seems to mind all that much. He gets along rather well on his own feet even if he tends to waddle and bounce a little as he runs. Yes runs. It seems that despite his rather chubby build the muscle underneath is strong enough to get him to where he needs to go with little problem. Which suggests that if his puts him on a decent diet and can keep him on said diet this bronze might actually shed a few pounds. Though he will always be what you would call big boned. Like his mother instead of a frill this metallic male sports frill tines instead of a frill, the tips of which are just sharp enough to draw blood should he strike them into anyone accidentally or on purpose.

If his physical appearance isn’t exactly the most beautiful at least he has the benefit of a handsome hide. This bonze is mostly a shiny copper color, the shade containing none of the greenish wash that is apparent on some bronzes. One large brass colored spot rings his left eye while his wing sails also carry the same coloration. The only markings besides the eye spot that are apparent on his hide are two brass ‘socks’ on his hind legs that terminate near his knees.


Personality:

He is far from having the commanding, valiant, and masculine temperament one usually attributes to bronzes. In fact this male is rather sweet and certainly a bit of a push over. He really doesn’t do well with insults or confrontation. In fact he would rather avoid anything of the like. He prefers compliments and cuddles most certainly. In fact he adores his to almost distraction. If it where physically possible he would probably have obnoxious red hearts floating above his head every time he interacted with his chosen. This isn’t to say that he ignores others though. Oh no he is entirely willing to make you his best friend if you’ll let him.

This bronze also had a fondness for the softer things in life. He absolutely loves gifting flowers to people in fact especially women. Oh and he adores silk and lace. Any type of silk and lace but most especially those pretty garments that human females tend to wear. Yes ladies he wants you for your lingerie. Problem is he doesn’t care if you’re wearing it at the time. He wants it and he’s going to try and find a way to get it. Which means his is going to have a lot of apologies to hand out once this bronze starts cleavage diving. Panty runs will also not be an uncommon thing for this bronze to do and his might just come home to a bed covered in collected frilly underwear with a large happy bronze curled amongst it purring like a pleased feline.

The thing is this male doesn’t seem to grasp that his underwear thievery is something to be ashamed about. So what if he stole your panties or breastband? He gave you a pretty flower in their place. Perhaps ironically while the male has no problems at all in talking and complementing human females when it comes to his own species he becomes immediately tongue tied and nervous. Oh he likes female mandyrs he does. He just can’t seem to talk to them without mixing up words and stuttering. He’ll be a frequent participator in runs despite this handicap and should he ever catch a female he will drown her in gifts and adoration. Better hope she’s not the jealous type though because even if this bronze manages to catch a permanent mate he’ll still compliment and adore any lace wearing female human in the vicinity.

[Ruby]

There was another creature carefully watching the clutch from above: Kami, M'kai's razorclaw. M'kai himself was not in attendance, preferring to sleep late, but the tannish razorclaw had been up since the clutch had started arriving in the dining hall. Kami LOVED babies, and the promise of babies was as close as Burimyu got these days, as there wasn't really a creche yet. She'd learned quickly that Imp and Harmony did not appreciate her help guarding the clutch if she got too close, but that didn't stop her. She hovered just out of reach at all times, perching on beams and nearby chairs, always just out of reach of the parents. She'd done her part to keep people away, and now they were hatching! The Razorclaw watched in delight as each tiny creature broke shell, warbling happily. Ohhh, and that green man Hers had over on occasion had gotten a baby... she would have to visit A'emi when things calmed down a little.

--

"Noo, Mommy!" Phaiden said, but she wasn't whining - she was WAY too excited. Pulling on her mother's hand, the little girl turned big eyes up at Saphor, adding, "Mandyrs! Mandyrs first, mommy! Pleeeease? There is NO WAY I can eat until they all hatch." Her last statement was so matter of fact that she seemed to believe it herself. Phaiden was a good girl, though, and if Saphor insisted on breakfast first, Phai would let herself be pulled along... until she figured out some way that her mom would let her stay. "See? Some of them have hatched already. If we eat first we'll miiiissss it!"

It seemed to be true, too. Salamandyrs were hatching left and right, and the girl's eyes got bigger and bigger as chaos started breaking out. "Mommy?" Phaiden asked, glancing over at N'rik and Olivia, the only two people at the hatching that were anywhere close to her age, then up at Saphor, "Can I go stand with them? I can't see, we're too far back."

--

Piden knew that there was a salamandyr hatching. Of course he knew there was a salamandyr hatching. With three of the things attached to his mind, Harmony's message was tripled, extra-amplified by Shells, who pretty much always yelled everything he said. Normally, Shells would have dragged him off to the hatching long ago, but for some reason, the Bronze hadn't appeared. Piden shrugged, decided it was fine to skip just one, and went back to sorting through watch-related papers.

Shells, when he finally appeared, was not pleased.

WE GO FAXET! the Bronze commanded, skulking in the hallway where he was tyring to hide something from Piden. FAXET NOOOWWWW. You: Carrything.. By now, Piden knew it wasn't worth fighting with Shells when there was a hatching on; otherwise, certain tricks could get a bit of obediance from the Bronze after all these years, but trying to get Shells to listen when there was a hatching on just meant getting savaged. "Fine," Piden said, reaching down and scooping up salamandyr and... egg. "Shells. What kind of egg is this? It had better be a chicken egg." No! Chix no good gifty. No tasty flit get, but... eggsy. Must gift Monsies, so Monsies realized Frimp stupid fat brown pretenind Bronze. "I'm pretty sure Imp's not a brown, Shells. Whatever. Keep your egg."

In short order, the Handler and his bronze salamandyr (and Red, cowering out of the way as usual, and Three, curled around Piden's neck and hissing generally at everything and everyone) arrived in the dining hall, Piden clutching an egg that was distinctly too large to be a firelizard egg, although Piden had no clue what kind it was if it wasn't a chicken egg. Whatever. Slouching against a wall towards the back, he told Shells, "Go annoy Harmony and chase off any of those things that are foolish enough to try and bond to me, I'll hold your egg 'till you want it." Good goof foof food. Monsise! Loveryly gold-thing! Why pick ugly sassface 'GAIN?? Shells make babies much better. MUCH.

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Tenlie was eating breakfast down the table from a Bluerider she didn't know - one of the Selenitas riders, she'd seen him around before leaving for Burimyu but hadn't ever spoken to him. T'ke, she thought? Whatever, he was the only one at her table that looked even vaguely familiar. The seats between them were empty, so Ten caught his eye, gesturing at the clutch as Harmony made her broadcast. "Ooo, they do be hatching! Always exciting to see new babies... I think I shall stay back here, though. Grip is plenty of salamandyr for me." She smiled at the bluerider as she scratched Grip under the chin, leaving the unspoken question And you? hanging in the air in case T'ke wanted to make conversation. If not, she was happy to leave him alone, but if he wanted to talk, well, Ten hardly ever turned down a conversation.

As she flicked her eyes back to the clutch, though, something stopped her in her tracks. That person... she recognized that rider, that awkward gait, the stuttering that drifted to her over the chaos. Mi'rah. Stifling a little gasp in an attempt to not worry T'ke, her hands flew up to her mouth, as her heart started pounding and something large seemed to lodge in her throat. Raj, Mi'rah do be here, he came with Them. I did no know he was here... why did he no come find me? I have no idea who that is, TenlieSlaveLove. Kierjaarth's? That helps me not at all.

[Avu]

A’emi snorted softly in response to Els’s comment, dipping his chin to rest against her shoulder absently. “I’ll make sure there are candles and rose petals and wine imported from Benden. Can I lift this up and—?” He indicated the ‘it’ as her breastband by brushing his thumb against the edge of it, the intention clear: If her breastband was lifted up and the space expanded, the Salamandyr would have nothing to hold on to and would have to drop down. Theoretically. It was also possible that the creature would cling either to Els or the fabric itself, the latter of which would be acceptable and the former of which would not. Not that he got a chance to do that, or much of anything else; the bronzerider’s interjection earned him an entirely unimpressed look and A’emi barely refrained from telling him to just reattach the Salamandyr to his lip.

Instead he said, “When you’ve got something with claws and teeth down your pants, we’ll see how eager you are to get it out, how’s that? Control your worm!” The last was hissed as he ducked sideways to avoid the green worm’s assault, his other hand loosening from Elysia’s waist to bat the Salamandyr away from him; it wasn’t a particularly violent motion but it was certainly intended to knock the creature’s flight path off, by disrupting the air flow around it if nothing else.

Any actual anger was (perhaps permanently) stalled by the timely arrival of the other green Salamandyr, though, her silky voice humming through his mind an instant after her serpentine body coiled around his neck. The poem wasn’t a familiar one to him—and she sounded far too intelligent to be one of the infamous talking worms. A’emi was so surprised he didn’t do anything at all, his fingers splaying over Els’s ribs as a wash of ice-cold anger from Kyrahth flashed over him a millisecond after, Darkling’s bright interest a distant pinprick.

WHAT DID YOU DO, Kyrahth snarled.

“Shit,” A’emi replied, all eloquence. “Kyr’s going to kill me.”

Don’t worry, the Salamandyr said quietly, One thing at a time, my love. We’ll deal with Her later. Release the woman and come; my brother has found His and you have no further responsibility here, do you, love? She curled her tail around his jaw, gently coaxing. I’ll be needing a name as well, once you’re ready; a rose by any other name, yes?

“Wait, the bronze thing Impressed from inside Els’s bra?” A’emi demanded, deciding it was safer for his head if he focused on the Salamandyr instead of Kyrahth. “Um.” He dropped his hand weakly from her shirt (albeit slightly reluctantly), took a step back, “Okay?” He shook his head, pressed his thumb against his temples. “Okay—so he’s Bonded, where’s his slave to come get him? I need to get Salamandyr-sized food before she—uh, name, crap—she expires of hunger.” He was definitely not a fan of leaving a Salamandyr inside Els’s bra, but he was also not a fan of getting his fingers chewed on if somebody else’s could be chewed on instead. Someone like the actual owner of the pest.

A’emi, Kyrahth hissed into his mind, darkly promising.

Focus. She is unimportant.

A’emi blinked at her, jeweled eyes and oversized wings, and demanded, “How are you even real?”

[Ivy]

Serring ~

Serring nodded to Roselle, about to answer her about where he hailed from - but then a voice broke into his mind. Do liiiiiiiike. You come see pretty too?

Eyebrow perked up and green eyes turned to scan the room. Where had the voice come from?

Sooooft pretty. But pretty wearer so wiggly! Make her stop wiggly and come see the pretties I found.

Wiggly? But who was... oh shards. Green eyes landed on Elysia as she squirmed about trying to get the Bronze salamandyr out of her breastband. Oh shards shards shards! A somewhat embarrassed smile crossed his face as he looked back to Roselle, "You'll have to excuse me, it seems I'm being summoned..."

A nod was given in the Greenrider's direction before he headed off towards her, stopping just short of the three people standing there - K'ian, Elysia, and A'emi. The former telling the latter two to stop all the squirming about while the last one had a hand up the middle one's shirt. Lovely situation to be walking into, especially since it was apparently HIS Bronze down the woman's shirt.

Leaning in a bit he said quietly to the squirming bulge in Elysia's shirt, "Come out of there Atlas, I'm sure its quite... ahem, pretty there but I need you out here. We can find more pretties later, I promise."

Wiggling against the lace a moment longer, finally the Bronze salamandyr popped his head up from between Elysia's breasts. Then the rest of him followed and he leaped for his bonded, gliding the short distance forward to land on Serring's head. As the man stood up, Atlas scurried down to sit on his shoulder. "I, I apologize for that ma'am..."

So pretties! Just had to see and feel! So soft. So sorry, did not mean to upset beautiful lady of pretty things. So so sorry. No mad, pretty beauty lady? Atlas added to His' apology with a soft croon of adoration to Elysia. Really, he hadn't meant any harm - he'd just wanted to admire her lace breast band!

[Rowana]

T'ke was focusing a great deal on not focusing on the salamandyrs. So much so that Tenlie's comment in his direction caught him completely off guard. He looked over at her sharply. "What...oh..." he dared a quick glance at the commotion. It looked like several hatchlings were already out and Impressed. Good. The sooner this was over the better. At least, Garaeth was enjoying himself enough not to beg he move closer. Returning his nervous gaze to Tenlie he managed a weak shrug. "I have more than enough trouble myself," he admitted. He thought he knew this girl vaguely, but he was at a loss for her name. Making new friends or old ones? Garaeth called playfully. Not now, T'ke hissed, embarrassed, and completely missing Tenlie's reaction to Mi'rah.

~

N'rik managed to slow his laughing, a little sad the bronze didn't seem to be making a move in their direction. He shrugged sadly at Olivia when the green she pointed out moved away as well. "Looks like we're running out of luck," he commented. Alph was breathing relief from his shoulder, though the danger was not yet over. N'rik's attention was now on the two blues still unimpressed. Was the pale one alright? He didn't seem to be moving much. "Maybe one of these," he mused thoughtfully. A blue wouldn't be bad, nor a green either. He wasn't that picky in the end.

[Zephyr]

¬¬¬¬¬Mouse was already off of K’iaan’s shoulder before he could reach out and grab the little green. Narrowing his eyes, he internally cursed the little thing. Rom was already in his mind, laughing boisterously at the situation. Already proving to be more trouble than she’s worth, isn’t she? Bet you wished you hadn’t been in the dining hall this morning, aren’t you? K’ian wasn’t sure he much like the bronze dragon’s tone. He had slightly regretted impressing to the salamandyr, but he couldn’t change things now. What he was left with was making the best out of a bad situation, and Mouse seemed insistent on making it worse. Glaring at A’emi when the man swatted at his salamandyr, he had had about enough of the midget. Glowering, he snatched Mouse out of midair (as gently as he could of course), The salamandyr let out a great wailing sound then, complaining about how hers was the worst bonded ever for not allowing her to wreak vengeance on the funny looking short man. ” Shove off. If you hurt that hatchling, I hope the gold comes over and flays you alive.” Still glaring, he prepared to walk away.

By this time, Mouse was already satiated that K’ian hadn’t let her attack the man further and she was spurring him on, thoughts of food to satiate her empty stomach alive in her eyes. It growled terribly, and the little girl wasted no time telling hers’ so. She needed food and she needed it NOW. Of course, all thoughts of delicious food were derailed by the impression of one of Mouse’s sisters. K’ian’s green paused, body completely motionless, an odd little expression on her face. She looked at the table where her eggs still rested and then back to A’emi. Snorting, she threw herself into the crook of K’ian’s neck, huffing dramatically. Sistermine impressed to short man. Not make me happy at all that silly funny man impressed sister. Well, well, well. This was the most interesting development. Mirth sparkling in his eyes, he turned to A’emi, who seemed to be transfixed by the green that was now wrapping itself around his neck. Chuckling, he stepped closer to the blonde man, his grin almost mocking. ” Have fun with your ‘worm’.” Still laughing, he moved to walk away, Mouse making it clear to him as he moved that she didn’t appreciate him calling her sister a worm, but she was mostly sedate as the promise of food was an all-consuming one and much more important than any ill will she had against her bonded.

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August was now well aware of the hatching, thanks to Harmony’s ministrations. He was still sitting in his corner, stuffing breakfast into his mouth. He wasn’t convinced, when he finished, that this weyr had enough food to fully satisfy him. The boy frowned at his plate, getting ready to rise to see if he could get more food from the cooks. If he had been aware of the hatching, which he well was, he wasn’t showing it. The boy walked past zooming hachlings, broken shards of eggs, the nest at large where the gold was still wailing, and the newly bonded pairs with a cool detachment, like there was nothing at all out of the ordinary happening at all.

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Lelani had been keeping to herself, trying her best not to look at K’ian. She was about to get up and leave, finally when she suddenly found two newly hatched salamandyrs flying towards her. The girl shrieked, falling backwards back into her seat. It seemed they hadn’t been coming for her though and she collapsed where she was, heart pounding. Wow. These hatchings were crazy events. She heard Katearath’s mocking laugh in the back of her mind. If the dragon had said anything to the girl, it would be clearly:

I told you so.

---

Kaius had almost finished his food by the time King returned. The Salamandyr looked no worse for wear, leading the boy to believe that he hadn’t ffound his brother. Kaius laughed a little. ” Queen give you the slip, did he?” King glowered slightly, moving to snatch a bit of meat off Kai’s plate. Stupid asshat can’t hide long. I’ll find. Kaius laughed again and resisted the urge to tell the young bronze that he didn’t think that Queen was hiding from him, but he knew the bronze would just ignore it and continue on his delusion that Queen was so frightened of him that he hid from him. Kai didn’t see any reason to not really want him go on thinking that, so he ignored it for now.

Instead, the tall boy’s attention shifted back to the eggs, wondering when the rest were going to hatch. He knew he wasn’t going to impress, but it just reminded him eerily of the hatching he had impressed King from and unconsciously, the boy started to look around for a certain flamboyant blonde candidate.

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Amidst her panic, Vellani did hear an oddly familiar voice, a voice that transported her back to the first salamandyr hatching. Peeking up through half closed eyes and folded hands, she saw the very same weyrlingmaster she had very near tackled the first hatching. Blinking a couple times, her face flushed the most brilliant hue of crimson and she briefly thought about hiding her face again. This was not something she needed right now. Sheepishly, she was trying to decide on her best course of action, when she felt something on her neck. To her credit, she didn’t throw a fit when she saw the blue salamandyr, rubbing her neck. This was one she hadn’t seen before. She lifted a hand to stroke it on the head, a smile appearing on her face.

Well. There were some good salamandyrs after all. Sammy gave an exasperated twitter. THAT is what he had been trying to tell her! At least she found out somehow. Lowering himself down onto her other shoulder, Ani was in the process of answering Devon when someone else spoke.

She looked up, right into the eyes of the very boy she had been crushing on the hardest. If it were possible, her face flushed an even darker shade of red, and she tried to rise to her feet quickly, almost stumbling. Here she was, sprawled out on the floor in front of a man who already thought her a hot mess and the boy she thought was the cutest in the whole weyr. Shard it all! ” I’m…sorry.” She said, probably entirely too quickly. Had she heard it right? Had he called her pretty? She stumbled for her words for a second as he asked her her name, looking at M’ta when Er’ani spoke of him. Looking back, she tried her best to put on a happy face and tried beaming at the boy. ” I’m Vellani.” Her blue firelizard seemed affronted and nipped her hand ferociously, she started slightly, glaring at him. “ And apparently, Sammy is offended I didn’t introduce him.” She rubbed her hand on her clothes. It still smarted. At length, she gave him an apologetic glance. ” Sorry about that. I just had a bad experience at a mandyr hatching once. I better get used to craziness though.” She said laughing lightly, trying to conceal the nervousness in her voice. She glanced to M’ta. ” Oh, I met him before, at my last salamandyr hatching. I helped him out a great deal, and this is how he repays me.” Ani pouted a little.

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Liv’s hand fell away in sadness as the green salamandyr flew off. Well, I guess that one wasn’t meant for her. She wouldn’t pout about it. Instead, she focused on the egg the green had wrapped itself around, maybe that one was hers’, maybe that’s why she had been looking in that direction? She didn’t dwell on it too much. If she wasn’t meant to have a salamandyr, then she wouldn’t. It wasn’t because of any deficiency on her part, that much she knew. Both she and N’rik were good enough to impress a mandyr…the right one just needed to come along.

She glanced to N’rik once, missing the abrupt cracking of the Eclipse Egg. Eyes darted over to see the blues he mentioned and she thought she caught a flash of golden dart back into the egg. She gave it a confused expression before poking N’rik harder than she intended. ” N’rik…is that…” The girl didn’t finish her thought though.

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Saphor shook her head, laughing a little. She knew that if she really wanted Phai to stay with her while they ate, the girl would, but she didn’t see a reason to make her when there would be plenty of food later. The same couldn’t have been said about the salamandyr eggs. Heaving a great sigh, she nodded. ” Fine. But be good, and don’t get in anyone’s way.” The kids she was pointing to seemed young enough to not cause problems. She didn’t see an issue in letting the girl join them if they would have her, and who wouldn’t..

Except…eyes shifted across the room to bore into the form of the one person who wouldn’t have her sweet little daughter. Eyes burned with anger, but she didn’t rise to confront him. Not yet. Instead, she gave him venomous glances from where she was.

[Sheari]

Oh Farnath, no! ASSHATS!!!!! There was a loud one! R'men proceeded to devour his breakfast and leave before it had the chance to find him, but it wasn't fast enough. The owner of the offending voice quickly showed up - with an eggshell in it's mouth? Was that really an piece of its eggshell? - and landed, planting its hind end next to the man's mostly empty plate. Morn Asshat! the brown greeted. This is YOUR fault, R'men shot at the far away dining Weith. All he received was a distinctive mental chuckle, and the man refrained from growling.

Staaaaaaaaaaarving! The creature demanded. R'men could feel pangs as though his breakfast hadn't been filling. Truthfully, he could stand to get more despite the remnants of flatcakes and eggs. There wasn't much meat besides a tiny chunk of sausage. The creature would have to make do with his leftovers as he finished his klah. "There you go, Asshat." Because he didn't have any better ideas for a name and, why not? The brown was probably more than ready to retort something but his hunger won out and he went to the plate. He sniffed at the egg and flatcake remnants but the sausage seemed to be the only acceptable thing.

Get more, Asshat! Such a demanding little monster. "There is plenty left on the plate for you!" R'men argued. Clearly he'd done something to make whatever powers that be hate him. This terror was his punishment. Not good 'nuff. Get more good 'nuff! R'men glared. "Fine, Asshat, come with me." He offered his hand and the brown scampered up his arm. Weith, could you bring back a scrap for Asshat? R'men asked of the bronze. The dragon could only laugh at the name. Most certainly!! Hurry to the weyr, Woman! R'men inwardly groaned, even as his mind was assaulted with an annoyed Not Asshat me, is you. The only pleasure that the bronzerider gleaned was that his new addition didn't like his name, and that was fine with him.