Abracadabra! [Levi's Hatching]

[Lotty]

Leviathan

& King & Asshat

Present

The Divinations Clutch

Being difficult was the name of the game for Leviathan. She found it only appropriate to camp out in the middle of the dining hall, and commandeer a table on which she could meticulously guard the hardening clutch. Since she was no less than a queen however, gingham picnic cloth would not due as an adequate nest for her progeny. The gold had her throne of sand, and with every day it grew, the glittery, yellow, granules spilling out over the edge of the counter and causing a small mess on the floor underneath it. The highest mound kept her rested above her brood of eight, all closely bunched together in the shadow of a draped wing and dangling tail that looped down and around to further guard them. Should she even have to dare exert herself and step away however, the mandyr queen had a plan. Two smaller hills sloped up on either side of her impressive alter, bearing little depressions at the top where her male consorts - King and Asshat - were often commanded to stay for a mixture of companionship and appearances. One had to admit there was great prestige in the ability to wield such power on mere whims. Power over her males, and over her bonded alike. Osnat was only begrudgingly cooperative, but nonetheless fullfilled Leviathan's wishes more often than not, under the premise that amusing the gold was far simpler than butting heads. Besides, the time was coming near for the eggs to hatch, and then just maybe the hair pulling and groaning could end for just a little bit.... or at least until she runs again.

This time around the blue weyrling had been sent on a sand fetching mission. Knowing that Levi did not accept anything other that the sand of the hatching grounds themselves, Osnat was left marching back into the busy dining hall with a pair of small but full buckets balanced in her hands. It was a wonder she hadn't been harassed yet - by leadership or at least the kitchen staff - for hijacking the public sphere for her pet's own benefit. It most likely had to do with the gold's foul attitude towards anyone who interfered with her grand plans... and by extension upset any of her favorite slaves. No doubt there was a great deal of hissing and feral screams launched at any brave soul who dared creep a little too close to the odd rock like eggs she had laid. Even Osnat was fully capable of such a mistake, and dumping the sand unceremoniously into a heap over the clutch received another berating speech from the gold, Ssssstupid! Dunnn hurt the eggsies! She gave one egg a rare affectionate nudge, Eggsies hatch soon. Need bury not with Ossies big dumb man hands!

At least it would be all over soon, she reminded herself before hissing back at the beast like the sailor she was, "Dun matter! Your eggsies are ugly as sin anyway. They need to be hidden!" On that note the weyrling was very much right. Never before had there been a bunch of eggs so... so mundane, and with little more than size that can be used to differentiate them. Primarily gray, the spheres resembled concrete forms, speckled with bits of black on some of them and veined with lines of onyx on others. A larger one rests close to the queen with another darker egg of similar size tilted against one of his sire's beds. Then, half buried by sand suddenly began to quiver, instantly distracting a seething and enraged Leviathan from giving Osnat a good tongue lashing. Instead it was all alarms for the first signs of hatching, the queen flashing her red half-frill and immediately summoning King and Asshat, WHERE ARE INFIDELS? KING ASSHAT COME NOW! This is happens when you let mendyrs go an leave me to work all on own.

Stopping short of sulking about her missing minions, the gold immediately took to calling forth every able person not just in the dining hall, but the entire weyr. She needed worthy hosts for her babies! Rising to her feet she summoned, Want my babies. Not question! Come and meet best. COME COME COME COMMAND OF QUEEN! It was well known too, that she would not top short of going out into the crowds eating their lunches and dragging them forward, but really she'd rather the willing come first. It makes for much much better bonds in her not so humble opinion. Now.... where on Pern was her bronze and brown?


The Devil Egg - Impressed - Bronze Aodh - Ka'aen
The Fool Egg - Impressed - Blue Jakemo - Kyr'n
The Hanged Man Egg - Impressed - Brown - Cairenn
The Hermit Egg - Being rolled by Leviathan over to Shells
The Hierophant Egg
The High Priestess Egg - Impressed - Green - Sydney
The Lovers Egg - Hatched - Green - Crying to Asshat over lost twin
The Magician Egg - Impressed - Green - Corvin

[Avu]

“Sparath,” Ce’thian said, brow furrowing gravely as the man stretched, eyelashes fluttering half-open sleepily. “The voices in my head, they’ve stopped making sense. What’d you do, get a concussion?” Not that Sparath sounded particularly like a girl, let alone an enraged nonsensically babbling one, even on the worst of days, but Ce’thian was a little out of it at the moment, drowsing on Sparath’s weyrledge (sans dragon; Sparath had called him fat and said he was hogging the ‘ledge with his overgrown legs and had flounced off to bother Millieth) with a forgotten book on his knees.

Eventually, things like common sense forced Ce’thian to accept the fact that Sparath was not, indeed, the one that had bespoken him, and was not actually going to answer him when he was talking at midair without even bothering to poke the dragon mentally first.

Spara? What happened, did you break Millieth?

Oh Minething… purred in comfortable amusement, as if the question was perfectly valid (Ce’thian quietly suspected it was). Have more faith in me…how you hurt me with your inane accusations. Goldilocks is perfectly fine…still in one piece and everything. Go and get a worm-spawn, won’t you? I think it’d be quite suitable for the times when you feel the need to spew at me and I’m not there to hear it.

Which, okay, nothing like a good promotion.

Worm-spawn? Ce’thian asked, and stood all the way up with the book tucked under his elbow before he realized, Where am I going?

Oh, based on the looks of utter horror and fear on the faces of people here, presumably the Dining Hall, Sparath answered, helpful if not entirely promising. I’m so glad this happened while I was here. It’s utterly entertaining.

Ce’thian snorted audibly, and felt safe rolling his eyes in Sparath’s absence; people-watching had always appealed to the bronze, the same way, Ce’thian suspected, that firelizard-watching would appeal to people—Sparath had, before, called them endearingly stupid and that was…pretty much the total sum of his entertainment. He dropped off his book on his desk on the way through his private weyr, ruffling Alias’s ears on the way out and earning a sleepy whuff from the canine, and set off towards the Dining Hall.

Not that Salamandyrs had ever really appealed to the man much. Some were nice, he was sure, but others—well, their reputations preceded them, and Ce’thian had never been the masochistic sort, especially not in such a permanent degree as Impression. But on the other hand—they were endlessly fascinating creatures, at least, and he wasn’t so repulsively opposed to the idea of having one that he didn’t expect that Impression wouldn’t very well make him love it. Going to the Hatching was a risk, but it wasn’t an unjustifiable one, or even a very upsetting prospect.

I’d like a worm-spawn, Sparath interjected. Just so long you don’t get a /nice/ one, you understand.

“Oh, yes, heaven forbid,” Ce’thian muttered dryly, offering a mental one-fingered salute at Sparath as he stepped into the Dining Hall. Didn’t take much work or deductive reasoning to work out where he was going—the spot of red-and-gold worm was planted right in the middle of the Dining Hall, after all, and the wide-eyed stares were all directed the way, too. Ce’thian tried not to grin in amusement, ducking into the kitchens to carve a small piece of meat off of a roast and carrying it with him towards the nest.

He stopped a short distance away, though—no need to get too close, particularly to the fussy clutchmother.

[Aftershock]

Cairenn had been present for a majority of the nest-building process... her chores this week had mostly involved kitchen work, and so she had seen the small pile of sand grow larger and larger every day as she came in for chores. After a particularly nasty "incident", the drudges and Candidates assigned chores both had been warned to not attempt to clean up the sandy mess, and in fact to try to skirt around it as much as possible.

The chocolate-haired Candidate girl was currently elbows-deep in a wash basin sweetsanding silverware, her thick locks held back with a simple navy blue ribbon, when the call from Leviathan entered her mind. She stood stunned for a moment, have never been mentally spoken to before outside of her aunt Roselle's green dragon, wondering what spoke to her... it seemed quite a bit less articulate than a dragon, and somewhat gave the impression of something much smaller as well... physically, at least. It's ego seemed three times as large as Tserieth's, from the feeling Cairenn got as the mental words brushed over her mind. Looking out the door to the main hall from the kitchens, she saw a sinuous golden lizard with a red frill perched on the large sand pile, along with what appeared to be small, grey and black eggs. Everyone else in the area seemed to get a similar call from the salamandyr, as the remaining drudges got looks of utter fear and panic on their faces, and quickly dropped what they were doing to leave the area.

Confused as to what would cause the reaction, but unwilling to show her ignorance by asking anyone, Cairenn continued her work, keeping an interested eye on the nest and it's occupants as she continued to work on the dinnerware in the wash basin, also unwilling to be punished for not finishing her chores... she had only been a Candidate for two weeks now, she did not want to risk being rejected for any reason and being sent back to her horrible family in Hyphen.

[Rei]

Busy, busy, busy.

That was Sydney's life currently. Between wherling lessons, the infirmary, and whatever task Sydsk was determined to do the young woman felt like she had next to no time. She felt bad for it sometimes. But it was better to work then let her near constant depression overwhelm her. Things just weren't the same in her life and hadn't been for a good long while.

Sena and Kaius were still friends of a sort but as days went on they were becoming more and more estranged. Supposed that happened when you got involved with someone. Sydney missed her brother too. But being a wherhandler and a moonlighter there was not much she could do about that either. Mostly she was just lonely. Sydsk at least made amazing company and Erilena too was nice. The handler had begun casually talking to the greenrider when they had shifts together at night and through that found out that not only were they pretty much the same age but that Erilena was joined to a wherhandler as well, which was why despite being a dragonrider she was awake nights. Small world when you really thought about it. That kind of coexistence sounded like it would be hard but Erilena seemed happy enough.

Kinda made Sydney jealous. Seemed everyone had something good in their life but her. It was a thought she tried not to dwell on but it popped up often enough. Really the woman should have been sleeping at that time but she couldn't. It was pure luck that had her in the dining hall when the call rang out.

For a moment the handler paused. A quick check in with Sydsk showed the oddly colored green to be asleep. Well then. It really couldn't hurt to just take a peak at these mandyrs right? Sydney had always liked King. What were the chances that she would impress anyway? The dragons hadn't ever wanted her and she was still pretty convinced that Sydsk was a fluke impression as well. (not that she ever would say that to the green.) Mandyr hatchings were often entertaining so it should be worth it at least for that.

Sydney moved closer to the sand covered table but paused a respectable distance from it squinting to try and make out the forms of the eggs in the sandy mountains. Huh they really did look like rocks didn't they?

[Zephyr]

K'ian, for once, was actually doing paperwork. He could only shirk work for so long before it all compounded on him at once. At the moment, the man look thoroughly stressed out, only wearing a tanktop and boxers as he sat at his table, staring at a bit of paper like the thing was going to bite him. Romeoth was spread out on his ledge, head up. Half lidded green and blue eyes watched his rider for some time before he finally decided to speak, voice full of amusement. Oh wow. I think you might even be hurting my head with that confusion there. The dragon teased his rider, half tilting his head. Maybe you should take a break before you make both our heads' explode? The dragon offered helpfully, his voice insufferably bright.

The councilman plastered his dragon with the most scathing glare he could muster, his red rimmed eyes showing the extent of the man's sleeplessness. He had gotten up early to try and be productive for once. Surely if he started early, he'd have more of a chance of actually getting stuff done instead of finding something more fun to do. "I'll have you know that I'm extremely proficient at this." The man remarked dryly, snorting at the amusement in the bronze's eyes.

Yeah. That's why you look like something just ran over you. The amusement the dragon was feeling was coming off in waves. You haven't even gotten dressed yet, and you probably smell...not that I'm actually going to smell you or anything.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by Levi's babbling. K'ian was pretty good to ignore it, returning to his 'work'...which was really just staring at the paper until he was able to burn holes in it...with a carefully aimed scowl at Romeoth, who's eyes widened and feigned hurt. Why glare at me? It was the worm queen that you should be glaring at! He said indignantly, not giving his rider time to say that Leviathan wasn't here for him to glare at, so Romeoth got the runoff.

Of course he wouldn't give him a chance.

What the dragon did say surprised him though.

Why don't you go check out the worms? K'ian's head jerked up, and he dropped his paper to the table. "I think that I might have messed my head up worse than I thought. You're suggesting that I go watch a hatching that I could possibly impress one of the little monsters at?" Romeoth sighed heavily. Stop being dense. You heard me. I know I wasn't a fan of it in the past, but Mouse is broken. It makes sense to get one that...well, isn't. Maybe it would even get her to stop moping. It is terribly depressing.

K'ian chanced a glance at the brightly colored salamandyr who was curled up on her couch, sleeping. Since she got sick, she slept a lot and her hide never regained it's previous color. It was slightly washed out. She didn't seem to be behaving sick, but the illness she had had taken its toll on her. The man didn't particularly want another salamandyr, but anything was better than staring at this paper for another five hours.

So, nursing a massive headache, he stood up, not even bothering to put his paperwork away. It would be a short break, he'd go watch the hatching and then be back soon enough. Not like they ever really took long...and he doubted he'd impress. He had a headfull with Rom and Mouse. The former was terribly amused.

You might want to get dressed before you go. Romeoth laughed as K'ian nearly left the weyr in his underclothes. Casting a truly undeserved glare at his dragon, K'ian couldn't quite hide the blush that came with his near fail, threw on some trousers and a shirt and shoes, then without even looking at the dragon, he left the weyr in a huff, slamming the door and causing Romeoth to chuckle lightly.

As if that would keep him out.

K'ian came to the dining hall soon enough, his face etched into a truly spectacular glare that kept most everyone away. The broad shouldered man stopped in the doorway, eying the gathering with a little dismay from his conversation with his dragon before the lines smoothed away. Ducking behind some people, he made his way over to stand near Ce'thian. Absolutely adamant on not having a good time. "I hate dragons." He said so very eloquently, eyes grazing the clutch.

Romeoth realized who K'ian was talking to and he sought out the dragon part of the bond, trilling happily when he found it. Oh Sparathhhh. The bronze crooned brightly. If yours wants a worm, you can feel free to take Mouse. She's broken, but still sorta works...sometimes. He commented, eying the salamandyr doubtfully...as if she was going to get up and hassle him. And she might. You never knew.

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King was curled up on Kaius' bed when he heard the summons in his head. He groaned, lifting his head and blinking sleepily as the room came into focus. Kaius was curled around him, half sprawled out on his bed. Kaiusk's gold hide was evident in the dark of their apartment. He watched her sleep for a moment before uttering a high pitched whine.

He had indulged his queen. He had thought this through, despite what people thought. He knew that he could quite possibly become a slave to the gold's whims...but as long as he had her, that didn't seem to matter much. Unfortunately, he had to share her with another salamandyr, and a brown at that. Not that he had many problems with other salamandys, even browns...he just didn't think he'd have to share his eventual queen with another male.

She had made him stick around the eggs, and he had. He'd only left recently to get some rest, because with Kaius' nighttime schedule, it became difficult for the salamandyr . He wasn't going to hesitate. His babies were hatching, and they were his babies, despite what Asshat thought. Still, he wasn't about to go alone. Glaring at the mass of dark that was his boy, he rose and slapped him across the nape of his neck hard with his tail. Wake up, lazybones. he hissed, not in the mood to wait for Kaius to wake up slowly.

His attack had the intended effect and Kaius jumped up as if stung, his eyes wide. Kaiusk also woke up, though her movements weren't as jerky and awkward as the boy's. "What the hell, King?" Kaius glared at the salamandyr, which didn't impress him at all. Growling softly, he scrambled up the boy's body, resting on his shoulder. Queen calls. My babies are hatching. We go.

Kaius sighed, glancing over at Kaiusk, who was watching him steadily. I'm not going to eat him. She told him clearly. The boy scowled at her. All things considered, King hadn't been too demanding. He'd only forced Kaius to watch the eggs occasionally, at a distance, of course. It wouldn't do for him to get eaten by King's mate. Now he was insufferable. Dressed, now. Comecome. He growled, digging his claws into the boy's shoulders and causing him to hiss and go get dressed in relative silence.

Kaiusk was at his heels as he went to the door, but they knew she couldn't come with him. He glanced at her and she gave him a look that said he was crazy. I am /not/ staying in here by myself. I'm sure you'll want to say goodbye to Sensk's, and I am going to sleep with my brother. The boy sighed. Why did he have to have such strong willed mindmates? Shrugging, the trio emerged in the darkened halls of the apartments, Kaius slipping into Sena and Sydney's room silently. As expected, Sydney wasn't around. He realized he hadn't seen her in some time, he thought with a frown before he laid eyes on Sena.

Walking over, he sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. Kaiusk didn't have such reservations and bodily climbed up onto the bed, even though she was probably a little too big. Too bad. She wasn't going to just not sleep with her brother. They could get the girl a new bed if she broke it. Sprawling out with Sensk, Kaiusk rested her head on her brother's shoulder, coiling her tail around Sena affectionately. As mates went, her's didn't choose too terribly badly. Kaiusk actually liked Sena, quite a bit.

Kaius rolled his eyes at her, but King was prodding him some more so he leaned over Sena, laying soft kisses on her forehead and cheek. When she stirred, the boy beamed down at her. "I'm going to go check out the mandyr hatching, King's orders. D'ya wanna come?" He asked hopefully, but the unintelligible grumbling when she flopped her head back onto the pillow dashed his hopes. "Fine." He said dramatically and at length, raising up to stare into the darkness. "I'll just have to go all by myself. I'm inflicting myself on you when I get back though." He said, deadly serious. He smiled at her and kissed her once more before leaving her and the whers to their sleep before he slipped back out, King anchored on his shoulder.

He was fixing his hair on the way to the dining hall, and walked in, arms crossed over his chest. King abandoned him as soon as he entered, gliding off of him before coiling his way up the table, taking his spot at Leviathan's side on his mound at her right. Curling up in the depression, he brushed her mind with his. Am here, Leviqueenlove. Boy was being annoying and useless. He explained himself to her, peeking over the mount to watch the shaking eggs, half covered in sand. Best babies. He said brightly, like he knew he would always make. Are sandy. He said in confusion, half looking at Osnat in the process.

Kaius sighed at the salamandyr, spotting Sydney and drifting over to her. He hadn't seen her in some time, and despite what she thought, he did miss her. "Sydney?" He said brightly, but somewhat hesitantly. He wasn't sure if she even wanted to see him. She didn't seem to be a fan of him lately, and it upset him. "What's up?" He asked her with a grin, sidling up next to her. If she told him to get bent, he'd go without another word. He just thought they could spend the hatching together. "I hope you get one." He said, turning his nose up at the clutch. " But, judging by the parents, I'm sure they'll be right monsters."

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[InsaneWhitey28]

It was like a bad flashback to Cotton's birth.

She would have dubbed it a nightmare but Armind's obvious lack of presence shot that option down immediately. It was all she could do not to run screaming out of the Dining Hall. As Leviathan's words echoed through her mind, she froze, said green 'mandyr chirping in curiosity as she dwelled on the teen's shoulders. Keeping Cotton a secret, seriously wasn't a big deal anymore. Running kind of ruined it, and it utterly destroyed the meaning of laying low. Seriously. When the candidatemaster gets involved in it. Everything just exploded.

At least he didn't win, that would've just opened a whole new can of awkward.

Sipping her klah she ignored the summons, bristling at the fact that the tiny gold had just given her a blatant order concerning her feelings on the matter. Did she actually want one of the queen's babies? Not particularly. But that hadn't stopped her from peeking at the carefully placed mounds, her inner artist demanding she linger in the dining hall with her sketchbook to contain such a lovely image. Which was why she was lingering. In the dining hall. During a salamandyr hatching. Again.

Cotton trilled in amusement before finding a perch in Rosanna's hair, vaguely annoyed that Hers had tied it up in a braided bun, only allowing for a few stray strands to outline her face. Of course the ribbon on the one side was utterly entertaining to twitch about with her tail. Which earned a growl from the teen.

.:oOo:.

Dear only, will you not go greet the little sun's children? They are sure to be stars, pecks of light amongst the dark.

That would require moving, dear Rhiiseth.

But would it not be worth it? To see the glory of their light, undisputed amongst the others, shining bright as they take their first breath of the world. It would be magnificent, a sight to behold, to treasure and love. One might even find its orbit to be around you, only, came the blue's amused reply concerning the rider currently lounging beside the said blue, a book opened before him. Ka'aen may not enjoy moving much, if at all, a trait he shared with his dragon, but when it came to being bored he always found it tedious. And tedious boredom was easily dispelled by a book, puzzle, or some other nick knack he found to fiddle with.

"First off," Ka'aen replied, choosing to use the voice he was born with rather than his mind, it was amazing how one could forget to talk should one choose to use mindspeak all the time, "you say that for every hatching. Second, why should I move and leave you the rest of the dragon couch? You have a nasty habit of stealing my spot by the time I come back you ridiculous poet."

Rhiiseth rumbled in amusement, his reply coming as quick as ever, Why should I not? All stars are lovely, all of them precious jewels to be admired. What-

Before you forget about them.

-could be more grand than having a little star of our own?[/i] unperturbed by the quick interruption, the blue turned his head to study his rider, eyes whirling lazily as he shifted, nearly knocking Ka'aen off the couch in the process.

"-oof." Or completely knocking the man off, he could go either way really.

"I suppose I have no choice now do I?" Ka'aen stated, standing as he brushed himself off, picking up the fly away book before throwing it on the bed, "Although I'm rather disturbed by the fact you made us out to be parents."

Of course, only. A tiny little star needs nurturing, care, love; all of which we can and will provide if you would hurry and scurry down to find it, came the reply, Ka'aen already having left his weyr to 'scurry' as Rhiiseth put it, down into the dining hall.

I'm still disturbed at the idea of you reproducing. And am thoroughly glad greens do not clutch, the man replied, the dry sarcasm of his mind voice hardly lost on the starlight blue. What Ka'aen affectionately, if not a little snarky at times, called his freckles.

What would be wrong with little lights of my own? They would out shine the rest surely.[/color]

Many things, dear Rhiiseth, many things, a brief smile gracing the rider's lips before he entered the hall, taking his time as the crowd gathered to go grab a quick snack, alongside a cup of tea. Klah, wasn't much his thing at times. And Ka'aen couldn't deny, the 'mandyrs had been a curiosity for him for some time, having one would be... delightful isn't the correct word. Interesting more likely.

You just want a little minion to dote on.

Of course.

[Lotty]

And so... they were gathering. For a moment Levi was tamed, set into a humming trance as she stared at the Hermit Egg shake in it's half buried place. It was a tough path for the little hatchling to have to take though, not only did it have the great struggle of pushing out of the thick shell, but the weight of the sand pressed against the walls and kept him in a state of stasis. For all of the bulging at the top of the faux rock, not a true breaking fissure appeared, nor even a hint of a snout or a claw peeping out from within. The mother, for all of her protectiveness before showed little sympathy for the hatchlings now, she expected the strong to survive and break free of their own accord, and urged them on only with the power of her mind. Luckily there was to be a moment of divine intervention, in the form of a very snarly brownrider.

Stomping around the growing crowd, the rider was attempting to balance a stacked tray of food - surely meant to be delivered to his very pregnant weyrmate - when a boot nearly stomped down onto his own, and the only means of avoidance was a side step and a hip check into a kitchen table.... the wrong table. Cue the rapid chain of events, starting with the shiver and shudder of the salamandyr's nest. The sand began to spill down and through the spaces in the wooden planks and over the side of the commandeered eating place, faster and faster until the throne on which Leviathan sat began to shrink mysteriously out from under her... and she was alarmed! Insanely so, raising her wings and demanding to know who it was that that had caused such embarrassment for her, Who go there? What this mess!? Show self! Speaking of which, where was King and Asshat? Her yelling could only go so far, she needed her muscle here and stat! Osnat was primarily useless, as she bowed her head and tried to separate herself from any attachment with the gold. Turning her head in attention to the sound of King, her eyes whirled, for a brief moment, a pleased shade of blue as she wiggled excitedly. Ah! He had finally come... she wasn't about to let him know she was happy about it though, 'Course best babies. Me best gold, best mahjah, best mandyr. You good pet thing King. Simple math.... now where you be? Should work on unworthies. Scare them away.

In the midst of the yelling, the demands, and the exclamations of, "What the fuck!" courtesy of the brownrider, enough sand was lost, and eggs were rattled, to speed the progress of all of the hatchlings. With pressure taken off of the Hermit Egg, it was able to tip over to the side and knock into the Fool Egg - the similarly sized sphere next to it - and opened up a great void in it's side. As if shocked by the rude interruption it's sleep, the Fool Egg stilled before a blue snout poked out from within. Not one to shy, the Fool Blue fully emerged a moment later with an insolent yawn and a bored displeased look around the group gathered around their clutch. What weirdos! Who just stands and stares? It's rude! With nothing short of a cocky attitude the blue sat on his rear and flicked his long tail, Well? What chu lookin at? I already KNOW I'm amazing!

Meanwhile one of the larger eggs, began to shudder as well, a large, thrashing, bronze tail tore out from the bottom of it as the rest of the egg began to slowly flail away. Aggravated grunts emanated from the mandyr as it savaged it's way to fresh air and a new life.

The Devil Egg - Hatching - Bronze tail sticking out
The Fool Egg - Hatched - Blue
The Hanged Man Egg
The Hermit Egg
The Hierophant Egg
The High Priestess Egg
The Lovers Egg
The Magician Egg

[Rowana]

At last it was time! N'rik had been stalking Leviathan's clutch ever since it first appeared in the Main Hall. Not that he could get anywhere near it, but he did not want to miss it when they hatched. He still wanted to have a lot of the wondrous salamandyrs by his side. They were just so amazing in every way. Ophiuchusth found them interesting too, but Alph was less than pleased. This was the only thing that made N'rik hesitate a little about going. Not enough to stay behind, but enough to at least ask Alph about it first.

"Maybe you would rather stay back this time," he suggested casually. He was approaching the growing crowd with a small bowl of meat he'd stolen from the kitchen. Alph frilled and clutched his shoulder even tighter. Sneaky kin, he whispered to the boy. Not get Alph's. Not trust. Never. N'rik sighed. Alph was probably scaring all the babies away with his attitude, but if the brown disliked the other salamandyrs so much maybe he aught to give up on getting more. Maybe, but not today. He was already here after all.

~

Kyr'n wasn't paying attention to random voices in his head, but Yeomenth was. The little queen was demanding and rude, but a queen's command should not be ignored. Not by her though, she had better things to do. Kyr'n would go though, to represent her. That was what he was for, after all. Kyr'n dear, she young green purred. Would you go down to the Dining Hall? I would rather like one of those meat pies they make. Kyr'n rolled his eyes. He wondered how many other people had dragons who liked cooked meat as a treat now and then. "Get it yourself. I'm busy." Yeomenth leaned her nose in close to where the man was studying his notes. Please, Kyr'n dear, she asked sweetly, showing a lot of teeth.

Kyr'n threw up his hands. "Fine! I'm going!" He shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked off. He wouldn't get anything done with her breathing down his neck like that and he might as well get some lunch while he was there. He was half way into the hall when he noticed the crowd. What in Faranth's name was going on? Curious despite himself, he moved closer. Shards and shells those were eggs! Babies salamandyrs no less! He cursed again and started to back away towards the kitchen. Maybe he could escape before they saw him. He had more than enough trouble with one mind invading his head.

[Zephyr]

Dia wasn't sure how much she actually liked the weyr. She loved being around her brothers, that much she knew without a doubt. She had abused them both more than enough to make up for leaving her at Blossom in the first place, but she didn't know anyone here besides them...and she was feeling kind of naked, for lack of a better term without Kia. She missed her partner desperately and had been devastated when she learned that she hadn't been able to bring the dolphin to the weyr with her.

So, understandably, she was feeling a little alone. Even if she had decided to camp out in M'kai's room at all times and sleep on his couch, and if he was a little displeased at this situation? All she had to do was flash him a glare. He did not want to upset her again, did he? " You don't want that feeling of abandonment I felt when you left me to come back do you?" She had said to him in a grave voice on several occasions. "I think I feel it coming on again." She said, letting her lower lip tremble as she feigned sadness.

Still, she couldn't keep him from kicking her out occasionally. She'd be back, she knew, but for now she was exploring the weyr. There seemed to be something going on in one of the buildings, she observed as she tried to remember which building it was. The dining hall, she realized after a couple of blinks. She considered going to see what was up, after all, M'kai wasn't around to show her what it was. He had so callously abandoned her again and she thought that she might die from it.

Sighing dramatically, the lanky red head padded towards the building, hands shoved in her pockets. Silently, she pushed her way through people until she got to the table. She stopped near Ka'aen and blinked a couple of times.

"Eggs." She said flatly, her face twisted into a confused expression. Well, she was at a weyr...so she supposed she should be used to eggs. But, she hadn't actually seen any, and her brother had one of these worm things, but she didn't dare ask him what they were...Oberon kinda scared her a little bit. Glancing over to the blue rider she had stopped by, she huffed lightly. "What are those things?" She asked quietly, motioning towards Levi and King with a tilt of her head. They looked like mini dragons...just louder. "They're kinda ugly." She observed after a second.

[Avu]

Oh butterfly…my moon and stars! Because Sparath was nothing if not dramatic, shameless, and amused, and why not. Romeoth had always seemed to indulge him his nicknames and silly flirtations. The sweetness of your voice, butterfly, resounds in my very heart and soul…is that how you get all the girls, you sweet-talker you? After all, such a delicate creature like Sparath’s butterfly, clearly there was no other way he could’ve gotten any tail. Sure. Anyway, apparently he spent too much time around the shiny ones in the Weyr, and while Sparath didn’t believe in giving up his niche in the social order of things…there was nothing like unconventionality to shake it up.

I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of your lovely little worm-thing…your humanthing would just miss her so and I couldn’t be responsible for his heartbreak… And if only butterfly had been there Sparath would’ve treated him to a coquettish flutter of his eyelids; the intent was more important than the details where he had no actual eyelashes to flutter, after all.

Ce’thian, meanwhile, barely glanced away from the sand-colored eggs, although he tilted his head slightly towards K’ian in acknowledgement—even out of the corner of his eye, there was very little question as to his identity. Only so many almost-giants hanging around, after all. “Don’t worry be happy?” he answered absently, mouth quirking in his own offbeat humor, “It’s not dragons you need to worry about here, do you hate Salamandyrs less? Because that’s still getting somewhere. A miniscule improvement.”

He finally glanced up, smile tugging wider at K’ian. “Don’t look so excited to be here, people are gonna think you’re desperate. I can see the gossip now; lonely councilman searching for true companion at a ‘mandyr Hatching…”

Which was when one K’sel bumped smack into the table on which the eggs were collected and Ce’thian’s gaze flicked back immediately, instinctive alarm flashing into his eyes. When people were so protective of dragon eggs, and rightly so, it tended to spill over for Ce’thian into other eggs. Well—not, say, chicken eggs, but firelizard and Salamandyr clutches? Yeah. Still, the clutchmother didn’t seem too terribly fussed, as soon as another little bronze plopped onto the table. The mate, presumably.

Still, as a little blue popped out first into the world and broadcasted its arrogant question to the group of people, Ce’thian was not actually capable of not answering…with that kind of ego, how could he? Although in all fairness he kept it on the down-low since talking to a baby Salamandyr was practically asking for trouble without actually trying to make sure he heard it, “Well personally I came for the show, so not staring would be counterproductive…”

[InsaneWhitey28]

"They're kind of ugly."

He couldn't help but quirk a smile at that, while he tried not to do a double take at the woman who had just walked up to him. Fiery red hair. That was all he registered really, and her height, before he registered her question(thus his resist of double taking) and answered it.

"Huh, I thought the little terrors had spread far enough by now to be well known. Guess not," he replied, wincing a little at the blue's arrogant outburst. He pitied whoever received that one. "They're salamandyr's, or 'mandyr's for short. Tinier than firelizards, but far more intelligent; they can speak as you can see from the blue there."

He crossed his arms and leaned up against the table edge, taking a closer look at the woman in front of him. He would almost assume she was a ghost from the paleness of her skin, hair like fire, it wasn't a combination that you saw everyday. And if it downright burned his irises. Having stuck himself out with Rhiiseth for the past couple of days, he had grown accustomed to the darker colors, the blue hardly being blinding though his hide isn't something to laugh at. Certainly his was far less blinding than the 'mandyr hatchling currently laying claim to his spot on the dining table.

Oh please. My hide twinkles with the stars above, the purity of the night sky painted on my being; I am the night to the sun, the darkness to the light. I hardly need to be beautiful, to stop the world in awe.

Ka'aen let out a snort at Rhiiseth's comment, rolling his eyes at the dragon a level bellow them, "Sorry. Rhiiseth decided to enlighten me on the terms of color. But where are my manners, I'm Ka'aen of blue Rhiiseth. And you are...?"

[Ivy]

Roselle slipped into the dining hall, she had heard from the Candidatemaster that her niece should be in the hall doing chores. Having finished with her wing training early she wanted to check up on the girl - it'd been at least two sevenday since she brought her to the Weyr. Smiling she headed past the tables towards the kitchen - yes she had seen Leviathan's nest. No she was not impressed. Nor was she all that interested - though Pan flitting above her in the rafters seemed quite interested in the nest. Smart boy he was though, he stayed far enough away to avoid the wrath of the clutchmother. He was still young and small, he couldn't take on a Gold salamandyr.

So to the kitchens she was headed - that is until the Gold's message was hollered into her mind. And of course Tserieth had heard the call go out as well, Roselle couldn't be so lucky to have the Green miss the announcement.

Rosemine.

No, they are dreadful creatures. I am NOT interested.

Dreadful indeed. Still should watch. Rude not to.

She had a point, since she was already in the hall it would be rude to just storm out to avoid the hatching. There seemed to be a decent number of people there already, and only a few eggs from what she could see of them - which wasn't much. They were far less impressive than other eggs had been at other clutches, but it wasn't her place to judge. Not as if she had ever laid any eggs to compare them to, and Tserieth would never clutch either. So her trip to the kitchens was to be delayed as she stood on the outskirts of the growing group to watch.

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Swithin hadn't been sleeping, which was a good thing because if he had and the Gold 'mandyr's annoying call had woken him he'd be in a very foul mood. As it were he was in a great mood - which may or may not have had something to do with the Greenrider who had just left his apartment a mere half candlemark earlier. Running the fine sweetsand over his arms and legs for the last time he cupped some of the hot water from the bath up and then rinsed himself off. A quick head shake and tousle of his hair left it free and clean, and with that he kicked the plug from the tub to let it drain.

Standing he grabbed up a towel and began to rub himself dry. So those eggs in the hall were hatching, eh? Interesting. Dessa in the main room was once more preening herself, making sure she looked as gorgeous as a girl her age could. She showed nothing but disinterest for the hatching, not even batting an eye when the Gold called out.

Tugging on some shorts and a grabbing a shirt he headed out of his apartment, not even bothering with footwear. Swisk opened an eye and eyed him as he left but didn't seem interested in joining his handler. It was sleeping time for him and salamandyrs were annoying.

So it was a shirtless Swithin that wandered into the hall, heading straight towards the center table topped with the sand mounds. Drat, he'd missed one of them hatching. Or two of them? No, no, the other shell was mostly intact with just a tail jutting from it. Bronze from the looks of it. Interesting. He wondered which had shown first, the tail or the blue? Either way it was usually considered a good omen if the first few held Gold or Bronze wasn't it?

Realizing after a few looks from others that he hadn't put a shirt on yet he grinned, winked at one of the female riders with dark hair, then pulled his shirt on. This would prove to be an interesting day. Or night? As a handler his days and nights were a bit different than those of riders. Either or, it would be interesting, whatever it was.

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Corvin had been keeping a low profile ever since he arrived at the Weyr - which meant doing chores then staying in the barracks. Oh sure he wanted to do other things but he didn't know what. Everyone seemed to be busy with this and that - especially the Candidates. He did his fair share around the Weyr, or he felt he did at least. Still he felt out of place - too old to Stand for a dragon hatching, yet he wasn't entirely sure he was fit for the night life of a handler. Nor did he think he was particularly interested in becoming a handler. He had declined Candidacy for that reason - that and the idea of sharing a living space with a bunch of kids was not ideal. So he'd been given a normal room and no real rank. He'd of course attend any and all hatchings he could, he was interested beyond belief in them.

Speaking of hatchings...

A voice screeched into his mind and he shuddered. What on all of Pern was that?! Having never been bonded to anything, nor having been bespoken to by a dragon he had nothing to base the experience on. Was he losing his mind?? But no, the mention of babies... he recalled seeing some sort of mass of sand littered with some eggs in the dining hall. Those things could speak though? Why hadn't anyone mentioned that to him?

He hadn't really asked much of those around him though, not wanting to seem a fool. Heck, he didn't even know what exactly the things guarding the 'nest' were... though as he walked into the dining hall he felt he'd soon find out. Stepping past someone he grew closer to the 'nest' and eyed the large golden beast - she seemed to be the cause of the ruckus. He'd missed part of the commotion already it seemed, one of the eggs had already hatched out a blue creature and it looked like a bronze tail was sticking from another egg. Interesting. Ah, the blue one could speak too. Cocky little thing.

Corvin grinned as he eyed the things and leaned over to whisper to whoever happened to be closest to him, "Wha exactly are tose tings anyway?"

((He has an accent. Apparently. I suck at writing them. Assume its something sexy and not ridiculous like how I write it. Thanks.))

[Lotty]

The Fool Blue scoffed loud and hard at the bronze rider's moving lips. He didn't know exactly what the guy was saying but he knew that it couldn't be good. A whirl of orange clued anyone who cared to look in on how annoyed he was not only by Ce'thian, but the unifying gawking the spectators were offering. Well, if they wanted something exciting to look at maybe he would just rear back onto his hind legs and start to dance for them huh? Not being one to please however, the blue continued to stick his nose in the air in his unconcerned way, feigning some apathy as he continued to droll out in his smouldering voice, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sometime I have troubles too hearing over the sound of my smex. He flipped his glance over the shoulder of the bronze rider then, at the gaping mouths of a few passing judges and in a purposefully loud aside to himself blurted, If learned anything... know what the inside of the two legger funny faces look like.

His monologue was cut short however - much to the relief of Leviathan who was growing bored with the mouthiness of her first born son - as The Devil Bronze finally cast off his shell in a violent thrash of his body. The sticky remants were practically thrown, and the shrapnel throttled the side of the neighboring High Priestess Egg. The tinking sound of the materials colliding was catalyst enough for the egg to shake with renewed vigor, before a bright and beautiful green fell out in a loose tumble onto the sand. Glowing even under the embryonic goop that covered her, the new hatchling's celestial aura was by and far enough to detract attention away from the cocky Fool Blue. Not to mention the fact that her serenity was in stark contrast to the heavy and deep breathing of the The Devil Bronze flexing and testing his muscles next to her. Both wordless for the moment they shared a long uneasy gaze at each other, tension rising in the air as the bronze flared his crimson half-frill in defiance.

Easy children... the golden mother warned, choose...

If he siblings wouldn't, The Fool Blue quickly realized that he needed to in order to save face. The best way he reckoned for this to avoiding getting too awkward would be to pick someone who didn't have an obvious staring issue, and decided to leap frog his way towards that sour greenrider would was quickly escaping. In a series of high bounces, the blue took to his springy feet and turned into a little ball of vibrancy, first landing in the fire red hair of Diamonique before taking another turn on his awkward route to spring board right off of Ce'thian's nose. Stretching his untrained wings, he faltered a bit in his path towards Kyr'n, eventually dropping to the dangerous floor and resorting to yelling to get the attention of his chosen one. You! You! Old-man Young! He skittered along the ground to latch onto the weyrling's shoes, Where ever you going, it better be a place that can feed me!

The Devil Egg - Hatched - Bronze
The Fool Egg - Impressed - Blue - Kyr'n
The Hanged Man Egg
The Hermit Egg
The Hierophant Egg
The High Priestess Egg - Hatched - Green
The Lovers Egg
The Magician Egg

[Lotty]

The Fool Blue

Name:
Age: Hatchling
Color: Blue (#0000F5)
Looks To: Kyr'n
Physical Appearance: If ever there were glaring and obvious opposites, the fool blue is most definitely one in contrast to his hermit brother. There is no clouds or rain to stop the sunshine beaming off of him; he is a flash of pure color, virgin in its brightness and clarity. Primarily covered in a clean shade of deep and saturated cobalt, the color lightens only around his belly where it fades into a burst of electric indigo. The value of his hide moves in gradients, darkening again down to his feet and the tip of his tail. His back however is spotted, and apologetically so. While his clutch mates may only bare a faint patina, his markings are large and bold, so much so that they resemble pavers spaced unevenly so, starting from a large patch that caps the top of his head, right on to smaller and smaller patterns on the upside of his tail. While these splotches are merely an inky, dark shade of his predominant hue, he is not without some more garish examples of contrast. His frill is a sunburst, a dark orange where it starts near the head and fading out to a dandelion yellow. It is exactly the right dose of color, perfect for warding off any predator with the delusions of coming after he.

His form is completely fluid. Average in size like his blue clutchmate, there is a certain art in his form that his sibling lacks. He is long in the legs and liberal in length in terms of even his wings, tail, toe nails and frill as well; the latter flutes out, narrow but graceful, and despite their decorative role looks fully capable of adding some aerodynamic element in flight. A true contortionist, the blue is known to twist his body into impossible knots, often turning his neck to reach that itch between the shoulders that others always wish they could get to. The cerulean flier is just as astounding in the air, performing such feats, albeit in the short flashes he is able to stay afloat. He isn't all stringy and rubbery though, and don't think that he is a push over. This guy has an attractive layer of muscle under his hide that prevents a gangly appearance, and it ripples a bit at the chest. Abiding by the saying, if you've got it, flaunt it, the mandyr knows exactly what postures best displays his lithe build, as well as his pearly white teeth. For as bright as he is, the blue still remains suave and debonaire.

Personality: He is awesome in oh so many ways, but perhaps the most apparent one is that this blue hued goof is awesomely dense, and to the point where he can not fathom the fact that he can be anything but the best of the best, the creme of the crop, head honcho, the top... mandyr... Well, you get the idea clearly, and it is alarmingly sad exactly how oblivious this creature is to his own discrepancies, such as the fact that he rambles on end, is notably brash, and honestly not always the sharpest tool in the shed. After all, it is one thing to not see your potential or to underestimate your own abilities; knowing you don't know is a gift, but what can be more sad that the one who doesn't know his own faults and weaknesses? Somehow, this foolish little blue manages his utter failure with great panache, somehow subverting and dodging the reality of being totally and completely pathetic and instead coming off as endearing for all of his insolent ways. Perhaps it is something in his tone. Chatty and talkative as can be, he blurts out his observations with little regard for the misuse and abuse of the words he chooses in deadpan manner. As such, little miscommunications - like hearing and speaking the word eunuch instead of unit - are clearly everyone elses fault and not his at all.

Free and careless, this blue flouts common sense and hardly stops to look where he is stepping, a habit that works out far too often than it should. Obnoxiously auspicious, for all the times he should fall face forward into mud, he comes out instead smelling like roses, laughing at danger and breaking all of the rules with his frill jutted proudly out and a little mandyr smile on his face. A true trailblazer he won't only deny all authority, he'll go out of his way to annoy the rulemakers with clever little nicknames for each and every one of them. He is carving out his own path in life you see, in search of all of the treasures and pleasures it has to offer; it will be rare to see him in one spot, so often he is off jet setting around the weyr and chumming up with pretty greens. Spoil sports are not welcome on these trips... at least not without getting plenty of lip and teasing from him. This is not to say that he doesn't need help however... because he does despite all of his refusals otherwise he is liable to get caught in a problem that is actually much to large for him to work out on his own. Just don't expect to be thanked. Remember arrogance is his middle name, and if there are two things he refuses to do it is apologize or show gratitude.

[Ruby]

There was no question.

Piden would be at Leviathan's hatching.

Not because Shells was the Clutchfather - no. As the Bronze told it, Leviathan had been swarmed by males, and he would never lower himself to that sort of crass lovemaking. Piden suspected it had significantly more to do with whatever the Bronze had lost his tail to; likely Shells had been behind, unable to force his way in and claim a piece of the pie, so to speak. Luckily even Leviathan didn't seem to know who had caught her, so Shells maintained hope that he could be her mate next time. This was a fabulously wonderful thing, because it meant Shells was on his best behavior, thank Faranth.

Levitan, she look loverly today, the Bronze purred, slinking up on to the far end of the table as eggs started cracking and baby salamandyrs started impressing. Babies beautifus, 'cours. Eggs to be desired, but Shells blame Asshat, King. Ugly things make ugly shells, pretty Levitan make bootyful babies, yes yes. Shells gorgious, make perfect Shells! 'sider nexttime. Compared to his normal insults and browbeating, Shells was being a perfect gentleman. He was even keeping his distance from the clutch, politely waiting for an invitation to come forward, over sized frill flicking every now and again as covetous eyes turned on the empty throne, left vacant by an absent Asshat.

Piden, meanwhile, was slumped over a cup of klah at a nearby table, by all appearances somewhere between sleep and consciousness. Swithin got a vague wave - the other man was one of the few Handlers with a Wher as old as Pidesk - but if the bluehandler didn't feel like chatting, he didn't need to head over. Piden was happy to nap for a bit while Shells did his thing. Hopefully the hatching wouldn't last long - he would be 100% ok with getting back to bed ASAP.

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M'kai wasn't the candidatemaster anymore. He'd resigned, preferring instead to spend time helping Isori with little Sorika. The four-month-old could be a handful... but she was an absolutely adorable handful, and even if the Bluerider hadn't gotten over his aversion to children, he was certainly over his aversion to his child. That said, he had no reason to stick around, try to throw candidates out, and end up attracting another Oberon. The redhead slipped out of the Dining Hall as unobtrusively as possible.

((Ten is eating at a table on the other side of the hall, and hasn't decided if she wants to come over or not yet. T'ri, typically, will be fashionably late. Feel free to assume either one of them has arrived if you'd like to interact, but I need to run and can't finish their sections right now. Sorry!))