When Atlas Shrugs (Mandyr Hatching)

[Aftershock]

M'gnum was a bit confused by the fearful look and reaction of Sel'n, but at least the man verified he was helping take care of the weyrlings, so the man's personal thoughts beyond that weren't M'gnum's concern. Sensing Higginth sending his message out to Futh, M'gnum kept an eye on the Candidates he recognized and hung back a bit... no sense actually risking Impressing one of the odd little beasts. A chaotic salamandyr wouldn't exactly help keep him on the path of proper discipline that knighthood required... and he was sure Higginth wouldn't be happy sharing him with another draconid.

Soon enough, M'kai arrived, and M'gnum crossed his arms and nodded to the man if he looked over at him, showing his approval of the Candidatemaster's actions. He'd heard about one of M'ta's weyrlings who had Impressed a salamandyr as a Candidate possibly damaging his young dragon in the very Run that had resulted in this hatching, and figured it would be best for the future riders of the Weyr to avoid such incidents in the future.

Higginth, for his part, craned his long neck upwards to place swirling blue-green eyes upon Kierjaarth after looking around for this unknown "Rocinante", and responded, "Greetings, Kierjaarth. Mine is down there taking care to remove the younglings before they can Impress one of those odd little things and cause any problems. Personally, I couldn't care less, but he often berates me if he finds I did not call his attention to such things when I noticed them and he did not. And I have little time to deal with such arguments," the bronze concluded, resting his head back on his forepaws lazily and half-closing his eyes, as if even staying concious was a massive chore for the work-hating bronze.

[Requiem]

Back in the little alcove, the whipping tail hadn't yet managed to extract the mystery salamandyr within the Storm Egg, but it did slap against the Vengeance Egg with a loud Crack! This in turn caused the egg to smack into the Wisdom Egg right beside it and both split, spilling out one long, pale green and one compact, olive-colored one right on top of each other. There ensued a brief flailing of limbs that preempted the Storm Egg's distintegration around a rather dull-colored brown. He stared at the entwined greens and trilled his appreciation. What a nice hatching day present! Ever the gallant, the Storm Brown nosed the entangled ladies apart, nudging at the pale Vengeance Green who happened to be the closest to him. Lovely no hurt? he inquired of her, offering her a piece of his shell at the same time. The Vengeance Green took it from her clutchbrother, gaze never leaving the male as her eyes swirled faintly pink.

It was then that a late newcomer, a red-tinted brown who had somehow managed to emerge from the War Egg unnoticed, slipped around the Love Green who was currently placidly cleaning the egg goo from her hide and frill. Insulting sire, shiny one, the male sung to his clutchsiblings sadly. Now who would ever want to insult their Sire? The Storm Brown dropped another offering he'd been about to make to the Vengeance Green and puffed up, frills flaring. Sire best. Stupid! With that he was suddenly skittering sideways toward Shells like a crab, half scrambling over an egg to try to leap at the much larger male's tail.

The Wisdom Green caught him by a hind leg then, tugging him down and rubbing against him. Our Sire is best. We know and he knows. No need to fight, she told her clutchbrother gently, which earned her a look from the War Brown that she didn't notice. While the Storm Brown crooned in grudging agreement, his clutchbrother sung quietly to the Vengeance Green, Stealing your admirer, she, rather slyly. A brief flash of red went through the female's eyes as she pretended not to pay attention. And if her tail just happened to connect with the Cunning Egg, which just happened to roll into the Wisdom Green and knock her sliding out of the alcove (though the female recovered with a glide that took her to a certain Draym, to whom she clung contentedly while trying to fathom the mystery of the rolling egg while she enveloped his mind gently in Impression), why certainly it wasn't intentional. Certainly. The War Brown crooned to himself. Now to find His...

Dmitri was bombarded with several people at once. He handed his bowl over to Leilani in silence without taking his eyes off Er'ani, for now ignoring the indignity of the boy's hand on his ass. "Hey, id-" And then a candidate interrupted him. The bluehandler glared at the boy tempramentally. "S'rring? How should I know? He's clearly not he- Hey! Those are going to br-" Too late. Dmitri snarled and lunged forward to try to grab Er'ani's wrist before said idiot could end up braining himself on the rocks near the waterfall or - worse - disturb the nest and baby salamandyrs there. Dementia was so enraged that for once she was wordless, though all the salamandyrs in the near vicinity had to be feeling that rage and quite possibly the need to respond to it and defend her hatchlings.

For the War Brown's part, having spotted a man with hair almost as lovely a red - and red was indeed a lovely color when it was the color of blood - as the brown's own hide, he elected not to stick around to see what would become of the flailing limbs that were dangerously close, and leapt through the water that now had nothing to divert it since the poles had fallen into a heap on the ground. His target was, fortunately, tall enough to stick out above the crowd. Acoorns, he echoed with barely concealed glee to his new mindmate. Projectiles hurt hatchling furlesses, no? Should stop acorn thrower. This should be fun.

Said acorn thrower, though most clearly had not yet noticed him due to the fact that he was actually high up on the cliff, seated on an outcropping far enough from any ledge to make it clear he must have climbed there (for what purpose was anyone's guess), off to the side and somewhat behind the main body of the crowd. Another open mouth, this one belonging to a bronzer. F'ur lobbed the acorn, cursing a little drunkenly when it glanced off his nose instead. Well, bugger. How was he going to start an acorn tree growing in the man's gut if he couldn't get the acorn into his mouth? This death by acorn scheme was more difficult than it had first seemed.

Suddenly, the inebriated bluerider realized that things were moving, and he made a grab for the rock he was sitting on, twisting as his legs shot out into open space. Well. That was inconvenient. Fingers dug into the slippery surface, F'ur attempting to claw his way back up to his orginal perch with minimal success.

Dodekatheon Clutch

Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth
Come they in shape of demons, gods or elves,
Are allegories with deep hearts of truth
That tell us solemn secrets of ourselves.

Storm Egg :: In nest :: Brown
Vengeance Egg :: Near Cunning Egg :: Green
Catastrophe Egg :: Unhatched
Fertility Egg :: Hatched :: Green :: Impressed to C'oar
Wisdom Egg :: Hatched :: Green :: Impressed to Draym
Hearth Egg :: Unhatched
Divination Egg :: Unhatched
Wilderness Egg :: Unhatched
War Egg :: Hatched :: Brown :: Impressed to M'kai
Love Egg :: Cleaning herself :: Green
Industry Egg :: Hatched :: Blue Crowley :: Impressed to Leilani
Cunning Egg :: Unhatched

[Requiem]

Wisdom Green[/u]
Name:
Species: Salamandyr
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to:Draym
Color codes: f4ff2f-Primary 808000-Secondary

"A day can press down all human things, and a day can raise them up. But the gods embrace men of sense and abhor the evil."

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Appearance: She’s a solid girl, compact and strong with wings that will support a glide even if they won’t allow her true flight. Though she does indeed have a frill, this green has stiffened spines that don’t fold down, and there’s a wickedly sharp point to her snout. Her dark olive coloring is smooth and unbroken, and tends to be rather dull even after a proper oiling. A more metallic olive green encases her ribcage like a breastplate, continuing up the back of her neck and surrounding her eyes to terminate at the point of her snout. Her tail is just as compact as the rest of her and can easily be used as a bludgeon.

Personality: Despite the rather formidable appearance, she’s actually quite the sedate creature. Well-spoken, her speech will almost always be composed of erudite words, her grammar all but perfect. She is a philosopher and a cool customer who likes to spend the majority of her time investigating the curiosities of the world around her and watching other creatures interact. Hers she loves with an unbridled devotion and she will go out of her way to intercede for him even to other humans if he seems to be having a difficult time of things. This green is a great supporter of the underdog and will do what she can to aid them, whether that means helping in person, giving advice or gathering support for them from others.

Nevertheless there are a couple curiosities about her. Primarily, after the fiasco at the Hatching, this green has made it her mission in life to, firstly, try to mediate violence and, secondly, oppose senseless violence whenever it crops up. This puts her at odds with the War Brown quite often and may even extend to a rivalry that lacks her usual logical, fair way of judging events. Also, this green will never Run. She is not an innocent that does not understand the purpose, nor does she simply refuse to Run and suppress it or some other such thing; she simply never feels the need to do so herself. Clearly she was made for higher purposes than to lead a trail of males a merry Chase.

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War Brown
Name:
Species: Salamandyr
Hatched: October 3017
Looks to: M’kai
Color Codes: b13eof=Primary

“To me you are the most hateful of all mine children. Forever quarrelling is dear to your heart, wars and battles . . . were that you were born of another."

[/i][/size]

Appearance: And here at last we have a male of entirely average – perfect, in other words – proportions. Nothing is too long or too stout, too thin or overly muscled. His base coloring is a rather interesting clay mud-red, and has a sheen as if it had been burnished. More interesting are the white stripes down his back, three down the center, with white spots of varying sizes concentrated around those stripes and dripping down his flanks in a random pattern. His right foreleg is dipped in black below the knee, and the tip of his tail is white. The membranes of frill and wings are clear, and they are as useful to him as they might be to any other average salamandyr.

Personality: This brown loves nothing more than a good argument, except perhaps a good fight with plenty of blood and ichor. He’s just as pleased with watching others go at it as he is when he’s part of the fight himself. An instigator to the core, it seems that if there’s no fun conflict about this male simply has a need to create some. Nor is this at all difficult considering he’s intelligent, insulting and full of himself anyway. Even without plotting, he could probably get a fight going with no trouble at all.

Oddly enough, when this brown speaks it sounds more like he’s singing, a queer thing indeed considering he often is ‘singing’ insults or other doubts at you to provoke a confrontation. In particular, he likes making trouble for any who like to thwart him, which at this point includes his clutchsister the Wisdom Green but will probably expand to others soon enough. One thing that will almost invariably distract him, however, is the favor of a lovely green, though he himself doesn’t flirt much. He expects the females to come to him if they want him. (Which isn’t to say he doesn’t join Runs. He loves Runs, as they’re a prime source of conflict.)

[Lotty]

He had actually decided for once he would let this whole situation play out on its own, and he drew his eyes away from the gawking mandyr lusters to instead head back to the kitchens and ultimately the confines of his own weyr. It was in this quick glance that a blur of skin and hair streaked across his vision before the sound of a girl's voice brought form to the image. Slowing down and refocusing the bronzer realized that he had been caught. Well, this made his escape a little more difficult, if it wasn't unwelcome. After all, he did manage to smile at the girl as he explained to her his current predicament, "Ah.. hello Ten," he shifted the scrolls he still had in hand and eased his weight across his body to the other foot, "I um... I had been considering apologizing actually to Don Qui... I mean M'gnum now..." he pointed briefly at the shirtless man to try and cover up his flub. That nickname was unfortunately fresh on his mind when she caught him, but it was probably better he blurted it for her than save it for the man himself.

Mi'rah considered the glasscrafter for a moment and her usual gaggle of pets she kept in tow. She probably did want to see the hatching didn't she? And he wasn't exactly one to leave her alone to do it, "Apparently Kierjaarth has uhm... he's taken it upon himself to accost the man's dragon about... something." The reasoning wasn't always one hundred percent clear to the rider, but he assumed that it had something to do with his dragon's propensity to stir up trouble, but for every time the man denied his bonded, he realized that the other times he had to just let go. There was after all a limited amount of damage to be made up in ledgebound conversations, "Anyway, I - I don't suppose you want to join me? The c-conversation is bound to be riveting," two bronzeriders refusing to budge on their own forms of etiquette despite gaping ideological differences and the fact that once upon a time they had been on opposing sides of a continent wide war? What could possibly go wrong? He offered his arm to escort the girl over... and look, it appeared that the other bronzerider was angling to leave anyway. The exchange wouldn't be too lasting.

Meanwhile, Kierjaarth was having quite the time with this bronze fellow, amiably listening to the other as he sat down into a sphinx like position before crossing his forelegs over one another. In short, he had made himself look like he was right at home and not at all an intruder on one's personal time, Oh you don't say? Mine will be quite upset to hear this, he had been hoping they were enamored with something more notable, like a water spirit or similar phenomena. So many questions, so little time. The bronze was glad he had chosen this one for his purposes, That is quite noble of yours though, to go about sacrificing himself to save the precious little minds of the littles... He rumbled then, and narrowed his eyes just slightly, You do know how self-less that is dear Rocinante? He very well can Impress onto one of them himself. Mine had managed it twice and ohhhhh what a mess it truly is. They're never the same afterwards...

Maybe the dragon was laying it on a little thick, but such exaggerations were proper for such grand creatures right? Well... anything to justify his behavior was good enough for him, So what is it that you do that is so taxing, Higginth, that you do not engage in academic discussions with your rider? In Kierjaarth's world there was no such thing as an 'argument' with one's rider and so to this level the bronze was truly befuddled, At any rate I recommend you reconsider your position. A word to the wise might save your rider from a most unfortunate and permanent bond...

Turning his body Mi'rah attempted to wave M'gnum down. If Mi'rah had it his way the whole encounter would be brief and he could kill two birds with one stone: warn the other man of his dragon's pestering and convince Tenlie that he wasn't afraid of such a little thing as a salamandyr hatching.

[Zephyr]

The older weyring was quietly angered when the younger bluehandler acted angrily towards his request. Was it so fucking hard to answer a simple question? Brimming with anger, Gus opened his mouth without really thinking about the repercussions. " I'm not telling you that you SHOULD know you flit brained..." Clearly Oth's influence was rubbing off on him. Normally he wouldn't be this confrontational in the least, but fear for the mental state of his dragon was his number one priority, not securing amiable ties with the other inhabitants of the weyr. If he could just explain his situation to Dmitri, then maybe the other man would be a tad more sympathetic. Of course it was a little difficult to explain anything with him being as angry as he was and with an annoying albinorider swinging around on pulls like a damned salamandyr himself.

" Faranth! Would you just lay off and act like a normal sharding person for a change?" He hissed in Er'ani's general direction, moving in that direction to help Dmitri in any way he could. He may not have been pleased with the bluehandler at the moment...hell, he wasn't pleased with most of PERN at the moment, but he knew that Dementia running hadn't been his fault, and Dementia choosing Atlas hadn't been his fault either. Dmitri probably hadn't wanted to sleep with S'rring any more than the weyrling wanted to sleep with him, but Oth was most important to him and the sooner they could deal with Er'ani, the sooner Gus could find out where exactly S'rring was and get down to berating...or screaming, at the other man for potentially fucking up BOTH of their dragons.

" If that breaks, you'll probably hurt the babies!" Not that he cared, but appealing to the bluerider's sense of moral capacity might be what he needed to get what Au'st wanted.

[Ruby]

Before M'kai could make it through the crowd to Au'st, a Green flew out of the nest (or was thrown, M'kai wasn't watching that close) and landed on Draym, fairly clearly Impressing to the candidate. M'kai put a hand to his forehead, then stalked over towards the Candidate, opening his mouth to tell the kid off. "See? This is exactly -"

But something cut him off. Acoorns, the voice sang, filling M'kai's mind with a sort of manic glee and desire to hit something that seemed completely at odds with the pleasant voice, Projectiles hurt hatchling furlesses, no? Should stop acorn thrower. "What?" M'kai asked, looking around for the source of the voice as the War Brown skittered through the crowd, catching on his new mindmate's pant-leg and climbing up the side of M'kai opposite Titania. Should stop, no? Might need teach lesson, might throw acorns at him 'stead... "What? No. I'm not going to throw acorns at someone. They're probably just falling through the... wait. Are you mine now?"

The Brown batted at a strand of M'kai's hair, stalking a bit closer to M'kai's cheek to make room for a fabulously excited Kami, who had come in to land next to the baby salamandyr. She was cooing and fluffing and being generally overexcited; luckily she was small for a female, and both bird and salamandyr fit on the one shoulder. Yes your, fix acorns now yess? "But..." M'kai put his hand back on his forehead, rubbing at the lines between his eyes now. "What am I supposed to call you? Bomb 2.0? What?" No call What, no like, do later. Acorns now! How you let hatchling furlesses be hurt so long? "Shards and shells."

--

Shells made an incredibly rude noise at the hatchlings in general, flicking his tail away from the Storm Brown with a dismissive sniff. Unfortunately, it was right about then that some foolish human knocked over the shelter that had kept the water from the clutch. This, of course, doused Shells in a cascade of water, something that made the Bronze screech. NO! BAD SQUISH-FACE FAT-THING! YOU PAY! DEATH AND DOOM, SMELLFIRE BRIMSTONE DEATH! Flaring his frill, he leaped off the rock, using it as a parachute in a very uncharacteristic gesture - his wings were nearly useless, and the only way to descend quickly was by frill, which, though embarassing, he decided was necessary. Aiming for Er'ani's face, Shells began flailing dangerous claws at the Bluerider's soft flesh, still screaming violent abuse and doing his best to rip the young man's eyes out. Generally, this would be all a show for Dementia, but this time it was all Shells and his pure, unaduturated rage.

Piden arrived approximately at that moment. The Bronzehandlers hands were balled into fists at his side, his knuckles white. Seconds away from a snarl, he hung back by sheer force of will, a good half-length away from the gathered humans. The desire to tear Er'ani's face off was nearly insurmountable, and of course Piden had never been good at will power. Honestly, it was only Pidesk's distant calm that kept him from charging the group. Hanging on to that shred of Pidesk that managed to penetrate Shell's rage, Piden stayed back, eyes going unerringly to Dmitri. No, Shells was not attacking Er'ani for Dementia's sake, but he was aware that it would look good. Piden was similarly aware, but he wasn't going to do anything about it. Yet.

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He stayed... and he hardly stuttered... and he offered her his arm. "I would love to." Tenlie practically melted, beaming as she looped a hand through his elbow, perhaps in a more familiar way than was technically proper, but Ten had essentially given up on silly Hold customs when she went to Glasscraft Hall. If a few of them snuck through now and then, she didn't mind; if she chose to flaunt certain ones when appropriate, who was going to complain? Certainly not Mi'rah, it seemed, and now that she had him back she hardly planned on letting him get away again. Crossing her other arm across her body to lay her free hand on the one looped through Mi'rah's arm, she started off towards the hatching, glancing up at her Bronzerider and attempting to smile prettily instead of grinning like a fool.

"Oh, aye, I do love hatchings," she said, practically dancing along at Mi'rah's side. "And of course you do know that I find bronzeriders fascinating, although I suppose I can no say they are heroes of Pern and I am not, what with Rajnith and me being full Riders now, tested in battle..." Aware that she was rambling, she let out a nervous little giggle, dropping her head to let a stray lock of hair fall to cover her blush. In an attempt to sound like a sane person (something she was fairly sure was impossible now, but whatever), she tried again. "Er, this Bronzerider - What did you call him? Don- something? I do no think I know him. Do you always have riveting conversations?" Not the smartest question ever, perhaps, but Ten was overall so glowy and pleased that she didn't notice or care.

[Zephyr]

Kaius was slighly irritated when M'kai ignored him completely. He wanted him to listen to him, but M'kai couldn't be bothered to acknowledge the candidate's own words. It was a little more understandable though, especially since first his fellow candidate impressed a sturdy green salamandyr directly in front of the candidatemaster. Ouch...that must have hurt. He realized, well, he had realized it quite a long time ago, that it was a risk just attending a salamandyr hatching for even a short time. If you're there and a baby finds you suitable, then they'll impress. It was similar to a dragon hatching.

Not only did one of the people M'kai was berating impress, a reddish hued brown clung to M'kai's neck, ringing it like a necklace. Oh hell. This wasn't going to work, and it probably wasn't exactly what M'kai had in mind. Luckily though, M'kai and his new mindbond seemed to be talking about the acorn thrower.

Well, hopefully the bluerider would deal with whoever it was throwing acorns. Though, he doubted it with a new baby salamandyr to deal with. Sighing, Kaius shook his head, turning to walk away from the candidate master. Pausing near Drayam, Kaius eyes the green on him, hoping that King didn't decide to chase that salamandyr one day. " If you need help dealing with the little monster, hit me up. I have experience with it." With that he made to leave the hatching. It didn't matter to him anymore if anyone dealt with whoever was throwing acorns at people, it wasn't his deal anymore and he just wanted to get back to the barracks. He was in a bad enough mood as it was.

[Avu]

Well, of all the convenient offers.

Titania’s eyes went pleasantly blue at M’kai, and the green Salamandyr immediately uncurled from her sprawled-out position on his pillow to glide to his wrist. And to think she’d just been thinking of how to convince him to take her, too. Theoretically she could’ve gone on her own, but it was really so very much work and M’kai had longer legs anyway, so why not make him go? (Asking Hers to take her was also, theoretically, an option, but she and A’emi had engaged in a cold war of epic proportions since Dementia’s Run, and Titania didn’t expect asking him to take her to the product of that Run would improve her chances of being able to sleep in the same room as him.)

She was silent with anticipation on the way down, and upon arrival immediately reared up with one paw braced against M’kai’s ear to peer intently over heads at the water-temple shading the clutch. So glad her perch was tall; it made things so accessible. Titania blinked intently at the babies, offered a quiet, My best, to Dementia just on principle, and thoroughly ignored the human drama going on, which included M’kai’s attempted herding of Candidates. That was none of her business. An acorn whizzing nearby had her flicking out her frill reprovingly, but then she proceeded to become thoroughly distracted by a reddish-brown Salamandyr who—

…

Had he just Impressed to her perch?

Half-offended, Titania peered curiously around at the brown—Kami was ignored in favor of the other Salamandyr; Titania didn’t expect to be acknowledged by the Razorclaw either though. She didn’t speak for a minute—roused herself finally at M’kai’s apparent inability to come up with a halfway decent name. Nipping him reprovingly at the tender skin just below his ear, Titania crooned at the brown pleasantly. Didn’t know what he wanted with the acorn-thrower, but names were important, and she absolutely would not settle for What.

Once I sat upon a promontory, she commented on a mental hum, And heard a mermaid, in maiden meditation, fancy-free…ill met by moonlight, do you know who speaks? She nipped at M’kai again to make sure she had his attention. Oberon, king of fairies; nature and acorns, with a flick of her tail towards the scrabbling F’ur, Are his to command, yes?

[Aftershock]

M'gnum opened his mouth wide in a yawn, still being a bit drowsy from being awoken to attend this hatching, and had just noticed Mi'rah waving him over when suddenly his vision was clouded by tears as something hard winged him across his nose. Cursing loudly, he held his nose in his hand, and his eyes caught the small tree-nut rolling across the ground where it landed near his feet. Taking his hand from his nose, he looked at his fingers and noted the small smear of blood, realizing the sharp edges of the nut had made a small cut across the bridge of his nose.

Looking around hard for the culprit, he finally happened to look up (a good habit to learn when one works in the three dimensions of aerial combat) and happened to notice the flailing movements from F'ur's position. Narrowing his eyes, he noticed both the fact that the man looked to be in a precarious position, and his height from the ground... as well as a few tree-nuts falling from his pockets as he scrambled to regain his perch. Sending a pulse out to Higginth, he said, "Higginth, go fetch that man from the wall before he falls and kills himself. Bring him over to me, in fact, then you can go back to whatever you were doing."

Higginth, for his part, listened to the blabber-minded bronze nearby, as the creature apparently didn't need any responses from him to continue speaking at Higginth... and apparently the creature was brain-addled anyway, as Higginth and Kierjaarth were the only ones Higginth could detect in the immediate area, yet he kept speaking to someone named "Riconante". Also, what in Faranth's name was a water spirit? As he again spoke to Higginth, the bronze replied, "Beyond Mine forcing me to exercise constantly to 'set a good example for the others', I conserve my energy. One never knows when one will be called upon for... something needing a bronze's attention."

Any further response was interrupted when the pain of M'gnum's injury went across their bond, causing Higginth to snort and blink from the phantom pain on his snout. Then, M'gnum's called Higginth to retrieve F'ur from the wall, and he puled his shining body from his couch languidly. Higginth then said to Kierjaarth, "Excuse me a moment, my bronze brother, Mine has apparently asked me retrieve a dangling human from that wall over there and deliver the man to him,", gesturing with a nod of his blunt head towards where F'ur dangled before spreading his wide wings and taking off from his alcove, winging across the way towards where the drunken bluerider clung for dear life.

Reaching the flailing man, Higginth slammed his lower claws into the stone beneath F'ur's position, then quickly latched onto a couple small depressions in the rock wall with his wing claws while his upper claws got a proper grip, one on F'ur's arm, one on his opposite leg. Pushing himself from the wall with his powerful legs, he quickly flapped his wings again to regain lift and flew over to where M'gnum had strode away from the crowd to give the bronze room to land. Landing his feet on the ground, he deposited F'ur unceremoniously, then took to the air once more, returning to his weyr alcove. Landing carefully and folding his large wings, he turned to retake his prone position, then sent to Kierjaarth, "My apologies. What was that last question, again?"

M'gnum, for his part, walked up to F'ur, taking the tree-nut he had retrieved from the ground and dropping it near the few of them that had fallen from his pockets as he had been dropped on the ground. "What's this about, rider?" M'gnum asked, noting the knots on the man's shoulder, "What exactly are you up to? I don't recognize you, state your name."

[Rei]

Yeah okay this thing was getting a bit chaotic. There were mandyrs hatching at his back, he was still half leaning and swinging around the pole, and there was still the threat of random acorns beaning people. It was actually kind of magnificent? At any rate it seemed that he had finally gotten Scar face’s attention at the very least. Oh look that kid seemed to want a piece too. It seemed that all that stress and bending had finally taken it’s toll however. The rocks wedged up against the middle pole had come loose enough that the pole started to fall. Oh shit. Was Er’ani’s only thought as he lunged back to avoid the harper’s grab for his wrist and his feet hit a slick spot on the stone as the water started to cascade down. Whoops.

Before Er’ani could make heads or tails of suddenly being doused in cold water, something was attacking his face and he yelped in confusion. Flinging one arm up in front of his face to defend it from Shells, the other flailed for something to grab onto as his balance was further disrupted. Unfortunately what the albinorider managed to grab onto as he backpedaled was the edge of the alcove and more dangerously the panty nest itself. As his footing finally failed him and he fell, Er’ani managed to take the whole nest crashing down with him in a spectacular display of flailing limbs, falling eggs, shrieks, and general chaos.

Finally grabbing for Shells, in an attempt to fling the mandyr out of his face, he winced as he shifted his weight to try and rise off the wet stone. Had he immediately realized what he had done he would have felt terrible. But as it was his head was still a bit fuzzy on the details. All he knew was that he was likely suddenly in very hot water.

(Yes I got permission from Req before writing this post <3)
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It seemed that Sel’n was pretty much in the free and clear now. M’gnum didn’t seem to need him anymore and Kaaoloth was taking care of the weyrlings. Besides that M’kai had the candidates under control. The rest of the mess was none of his concern. Well besides maybe the acorn sniper. But really he wasn’t actually hurting people was he? It was more annoying then really harmful. Still the brownrider couldn’t help giving a final glance in, around, and above the area to try and find F’ur as he started to turn to meet Kaaoloth.

When his eyes finally fixed on the form of the clinging bluerider he cursed. Really? Of all the crazy, stupid places to be…but before he could finish the thought or call Kaaoloth to intervene someone else was and Sel’n cursed. “Fuck.” The brown had already stared to descend by the time he had caught sight of Higginth and his captive himself and the large male gave an irritated huff. I do not think Inocenth’s will like that much. Nor do I. The Weyrlingmaster replied before he inwardly steeled himself and started in that direction. Not that he wanted to stick around the hatching at all, but at this point the had no choice. F’ur was his responsibility. Like it or not. At least they should be far enough away from the hatching that it hopefully shouldn’t matter?

As he approached the deposited bluerider and M’gnum he cleared his throat to try and get their attention. Yes he had come to collect his wayward charge. At this point perhaps he should make F’ur a leash or something. Tch. Kaaoloth landed not too far away from the crowd and watched the chaos almost curiously before responding to his. A leash for the mad dog? He would probably chew through it. Really the brown was trying to disguise the worry in his tone through jest. Last thing his rider needed right now was even more stress.

[Ember]

Eikane rose a slender brow as M'kai made an appearance...and waved him away from helping. Really, the goldhandler wasn't annoyed at the dismissal - such dismissal was normal towards wherhandlers and he liked it that way. More freedom to do as he liked - but it would have been nice to know he was unneeded before he went hobbling towards unruly candidates. The goldhandler paused to consider his new options, thumb lightly running over the top of his cane. Could leave. Should leave if he wanted to avoid being the responsible councilman. Eikask wouldn't be too pleased with him, but he had the luxury of turning away any candidates that might damage her babies with a salamandyr so he didn't really care if the brats did get one.

He may have been put on the council but he still didn't really care much about the affairs of the dragonriders. They intersected so rarely that it was hard not to consider them as being from another world. An actual hiss originating from his hair brought him out of his thoughts and his eyes immediately sought the nest in time to watch Er'ani bumbling about near it. Well. That was of concern. Dmitri and him interacted quite a bit. The gold 'mandyr pissy over some kid flattening her eggs was concerning. Well, not that he could do much to prevent Dementia from being pissy now but...he could perhaps minimize the fall out. Maybe even save a bluerider's life.

As Eikane started moving as fast as he could to the nest when he'd realized the rider would probably fall, he felt Nocturne leave his hair and skitter through feet to approach the nest. He'd felt Dementia's anger, sure enough, but he had been smarter than Shells. Attacking Er'ani so close to the nest clearly was not a good idea since the boy only fell after the bronze attacked him. The blue didn't waste his energy berating the bronze though. Instead he would let His deal with the human while he projected an offer of help to Dementia. Not his children, perhaps, but he did not notice the father about and he counted himself as Dementia's mate. Good enough reason. Not to mention the fact that the blue got a bit of satisfaction out of showing up Shells.

Eikane got to the albinorider and mentally sighed. Here we go, he thought tiredly. He did not move to aid the bluerider though. He'd probably be less than helpful pulling the boy up anyways. Instead he moved to Dmitri and placed a hand on one of his shoulders, hoping to forestall any outburst. Either way he would have his say. Gathering every inch of command he could, the goldhandler snapped, "Rider, leave now." And that was it. Well, from him anyways. He was actually kind of hoping the bluerider would argue. Nocturne's anger was simmering just below the surface and igniting his own.

((Left it as open as I could, Reqlet. <3 If you wanted Dmitri to go apeshit on him before Eikane gets any words in, consider it as him reinforcing anything Dem said. Or whatever works. XP))

[Rowana]

N'rik shrugged as Alph's claws sunk deeper into his shoulder. "He has a funny opinion of other salamandyrs," he admitted to Olivia. He probably wouldn't manage to go to hatchings all the time if Alph was going to make a fuss every time. The conversation was cut short however, by the arrival of M'kai. N'rik made a face at the Candidate Master as he past. Not that he didn't respect the man at times, but M'kai was ruining their fun. Just as well M'kai probably remembered Ophiuchusth was old enough now. Probably. N'rik thought maybe he aught to make himself scarce just in case. What was the problem with salamandyrs anyway? He'd had Alph for turns with no trouble at all.

Olivia found her way back to him and N'rik rolled his eyes at M'kai's sudden motivation to enforce rules. "Dunno. Never really came up before." Though, his candidate and early weyrling turns had pretty much be restricted to times when he couldn't attend salamandyr hatchings anyway. It was also much easier to hide in crowded dining halls then the open area in the weyrbowl. Further comment was turned aside as chaos started breaking out around the waterfall. N'rik cursed his short stature. He still couldn't see what was going on! Several new salamandyrs seemed to be around, but none near him. Shards but he knew he should have made a detour for meat before coming.

[draym]

Draym was watching in fascination at the scene unfolding before him. By now, he really was sure he wouldn't be Impressing, which was ok. These creatures were fascinating though, and Draym quietly watched one group of them squabble about something.

He saw gifts being given, and one brown trying to start trouble, a peculiar olive green mandyr was seemingly trying to stop it. And then the little olive green was gone.

It took Draym a minute to realize his shirt was sagging, and upon looking down, he saw why. The olive green was attached to his shirt, and just as Draym realized what this might mean, it happened.

Suddenly, Draym's mind was assaulted far more strongly than when he met Ten's blue. The green was flooding his mind with all sorts of feelings, though none of violence. She was a calming force in his mind. Like she was letting him know it was all ok.

It is all ok, Mine. The little green's eyes whirled softly as she tilted her head to look at him. Can I eat now?

Her speech was so clear and calm. Draym melted. He detached her from his shirt and held her against his upper chest protectively. "Of course, of course." He smiled as he looked around for food. There seemed to be a real lack of it, around the place though.

"Shard. Guess we will go get our own then. Can you wait a couple of minutes, Olive?" Draym started walking out of the alcove and toward the kitchens. They would have something for him to feed her, even if he had to grab it and run.

Olive? I like that. The mandyr crooned as she softly bounced with Her's steps. Her pointy muzzle dug into his chest lightly as she sniffed at him. You smell good, but not like food.

As Draym finally reached the Kitchens, it was a long hike from the Hatching to here, he slipped in and found a nice big glop of raw cut up meat. He found one of the cooks and gestured to his new friend. "Mind if we take some meat, she's just hatched and starving."

A nod, and Draym sat at a table feeding his new pet. Not a pet. Ok so not a pet. But still, Olive ate from the meat until her stomach was bulging, and she fell asleep in Draym's arms.

Worth every chore. Draym thought and smiled as he cleaned the mess up and headed back toward the barracks.

[neeuqtar]

S'vil was still pretty muzzy, trying to wake up. He got his chance when someone knocked over the shelter, sending the waterfall dumping back over the majority of everyone and nearly flooding the nest. Staggering from the sudden cold water pouring over him, S'vil was suddenly and irrevocably awake. He scooted sideways, curtailing his initial impulse to flail wildly, and got out of the waterfall, back into a nook in the alcove. There was a lot going on, with people and salamandyrs yelling, and it was almost too much for the weyrling to take.

He opened his hand and frowned at the soggy treats there. What would want to eat these. Don't throw them down, Adaityth said, just as S'vil would have done just that.

Well what do you expect me to do? he replied grumpily. It's not like I know anyone here and I definitely don't want to get in the way of those people who want to kill each other. And this fecking bronze is screaming his head off. He pouted. "My head is throbbing," he muttered. "Can't people control their little beasties?" In that moment, Er'ani took the whole nest contraption down with him. S'vil shrieked like a little girl, cringing backwards into his nook and then freezing absolutely still, balanced on one toe. He had no idea where the eggs were and accidentally crushing one was low on his agenda. So he remained poised awkwardly, desperate not to lose his balance.

[Kisha-Ra]

BITE! Will bite bite BITE! The Devil issued her threat come command while bouncing frantically up and down on her perch between Yosk’s headknobs. The green wher took the salamandyrs antics with a long suffering sigh, but turned and headed for the weyr bowl, obedient to the wishes of three out of her four passengers. Yoalla was still trying to work out what The Devil was talking about. It seemed Dementia was calling the Weyr to her hatching, the wher informed her hander with another sigh, they may as well go along with it. It wouldn’t hurt them to go through the weyrbowl on their way out, and it would make The Devil happy.

Yoalla gave a sigh to match her wher’s but silently agreed, although she doubted that anything, except a radical personality transplant, would make her salamandyr happy. Less unbearable maybe, but never truly happy. The only concession the greenhandler made to the hatching as Yosk brought her up to the growing crowd, was to grab Denial firmly around the middle and bear her will down on the dully coloured little firelizard. No eating baby salamandyrs. Denial fluttered her teeny tiny limbs and affected an air of total innocence as she often did, although all Yoalla’s other mindmates tattled on her on a regular basis.

With Denial in hand and Lao perched on her shoulder offering an excited commentary Yoalla slid down from her wher’s back and gave Yosk a friendly thump on the shoulder and permission to leave if she wanted to, she knew Yosk disliked crowds. The Devil of course had already vanished into the crowd, though Yoalla could hear her cry of BITE YOU warning everyone to stay away from her and could guess who was getting that threat as someone had practically fallen among the eggs, the same person who’d jumped over a previous nest if she wasn’t mistaken. She’d drop tunnelsnakes in his room sometime.


Vivano drifted towards the gathering crowd, mostly because he’d spotted a couple of whers over there, most notably a pretty green who was just moving off. There seemed to be a few dragons too, although the greater beasts would always rank as a lesser interest to the golden skinned man, and an awful lot of humans.

It seemed that a great deal of the noise around the place was being made by the frilled lizards they called salamandyrs, at varying volumes and levels of coherence. An unaccustomed weight on his shoulder made the man’s head snap around to look at a gold firelizard at close range. He received the idea of greeting from the gold and an image of a boy sleeping fully clothed on a rumpled bed that had the air of an explanation to it. ‘Welcome then my lady. You can watch with me if you want.’ He replied to the small queen, quite nonplussed by her arrival and communication, but that seemed to have been what she wanted because she gave a quiet chirp of agreement and turned her attention firmly toward the epicentre of the drama. He was bound to get a clue on what was happening eventually, or find someone to explain it.


Darya came striding across the bowl like trouble looking for a place to happen, the trouble was that rather too much trouble happened to be happening already. She’d already lost the company of her salamandyrs to a hatching, and not even one of Harmony’s. No doubt they would soon be involved in whatever hellraising was going on in that crowd of people and their mindmates. The bluerider however had a different target.

She’d seen him clinging to the rock face, and seen the bronze dragon pull him free and deposit him on the ground, and since the bronze had denied her a chance to take bets on how long F’ur could cling to a rock she simply strode over to that mess, ignoring the greater one around the waterfall. ‘F’ur, what have you been playing at you stupid bugger?’ she inquired, ignoring the bronze and his rider for now. Secondhand rage from Imp and fear from Sweetling of the fate of the panty nest made her voice sharper than normal, she didn’t really notice though.