when will the flames at last consume us (hatching)

[midnight]

Meagen gave a gasp of surprise as she suddenly found her world spinning. She had been running at Crystoph, now she found herself sprawled on the ground, all tangled up. She looked down at the male that she was tangled up with, giving a sheepish smile. She pressed her palms over her face and tried to hold back the true giggle. She shifted as she looked at the kitten. It looked like it was alright.

"I apologize." She commented lightly as she shifted and got up. "Yes, I'm alright." She said with a bright smile. She was more then alright, she had Crystoph back, which meant it might be easier to get to Mik... She giggled then as she looked up at the red haired male. "Excuse me, I'm sorry... My name is Meagen..." She said lightly at the male she was tangled with. "I have to go see someone." She said gently as she stood up.

She dusted herself off and waved weakly at the male, before taking off for Crystoph. She wove her way through, and then stood in front of the male. Her hands braced on her hips as she stared at him. "Cry..." She said faintly then she reached out tentatively. It would be up to him if he wanted the contact.

[Ember]

Nuoth, too polite not to acknowledge a greeting, looked at the boy Hers was standing near when he waved. She dipped her head in silent greeting and returned her attention to the hatching. It was interesting...were hatchings always so...chaotic? Despite her brooding mood, the hatching was slowly dragging her out of it. Nephele was grateful for that much. It was worrying whenever her green fell into a funk. She nearly missed the boy's name. She didn't manage to stop him from leaving, much to her amusement. Was she really that bad of company? Oh well, time to see if she could help the strange hatching situation through Charming.

When she returned to the edge of the blanket she winced. Ah. It had really gone belly-up quick. Charming chirped with surprise as he ofund himself sporting a nice little green salamandyr necklace. Wait wait....salamandyrs ate flitter eggs! He squawked with alarm as she approached the shards of a broken egg. The image of Skink in his mind and the absolute fury of the golden clutchmother made Charming flap his wings in agitation. A mental command from his own person nearly made the brown snatch up Skink and disappear with her...but another brown arrived and took her away.

Nephele had been surprised and more than a little annoyed to be blamed for the salamandyr's behaviour. It wasn't her little monster! Despite her anger, the girl recognized that the green was attracted by her own brown so she'd ordered him to get the green out of there. There wasn't the opportunity for Charming to act before another brown rescued Skink. Well then...The cat suddenly going after her firelizard made her nearly panic but the brown flashed between and reappeared near her, chattering with alarm.

Charming fluted apologetically at Ellie as he settled on Nephele's shoulder, still visibly agitated. He hadn't meant to attract the green. He really hadn't! Charming's emotions were beginning to bleed over to Nephele and she finally decided enough was enough. She waved slightly to the robed brownrider as an apology. It wasn't her fault or Charming's but it was easier to apology than fight. He should be relieved. Nephele turned her back to the hatching and started to walk away, Nuoth following after her. She would not stay where her or her mindmates were not welcome. The hatchlings be damned. Her current mindmates were her foremost concern.

[Requiem]

Behruth was getting irritated, which was decidedly rare. Rare enough, in fact, that he could feel M'ta's amusement in his mind, the man barely biting back a snicker. The Elliegold was his Elliegold, the only gold he could truly claim as his, given that he was more Jingthgold's than the other way around. (Not that he minded so much, but it was nice to have one of the beautiful shinies as your own.) Checkoth was also his, as was ShortyHis's Checkoth's. That all of them were upset due to the chaos caused by the salamandyrs did not please him. The brown moved toward the basket, appeased to see that the green was already hightailing it out of there without any prompting from him.

Still, he settled himself near the basket to make it clear he was guarding it, guarding the last two of Elliegold's babies yet to Impress. His mind brushed the golden firelizard's. He wouldn't let any more of the salamandyrs near her clutch. They were all gone now. If she didn't calm down, her babies would still be scared - like those two little blues. That wasn't good, right? He wasn't the sire, of course, but he was big and he could protect, so she needn't worry.

Then he touched the minds of all the firelizards in that area, radiating peaceful friendliness. Calm, calm, everything was all right. As an afterthought, he also brushed the minds of the gathered people. It lacked the directness of a gold's command, certainly, but hopefully the warm, calm feeling coming from him would be enough to quell some of this hectic insanity. And make his lovelies less twitchy.

"They deserve each other," M'ta commented unapologetically, having noticed R'wign's facial expression. He, personally, was glad to be rid of her. He wrinkled his nose at the crazy hatching picnic that was becoming a hatching circus in short order. M'ta wasn't much of a people person, and this was why. Get a lot of people together, and it turned into a mess. "You'd best take advantage of this arrangement while you can," he grumped, even as he pressed himself back against R'wign's chest snugly. "This is the last time I'm coming to a firelizard hatching. You've managed to make them even crazier than normal." And next time R'wign wouldn't coerce him into agreeing just by being a little handsy.

So determined M'ta.

[glamourie]

All of the eggs had hatched and that alone made Ellie relax but only slightly. Her irritated gaze remained on Skink as the green departed and she flapped her wings, chirruping; salamandyrs weren’t welcome near her babies, no they were not. The arrival of a brown flit made Elegance look up and she chirped approvingly to Rascal; yes, take the bad thing away, away from her babies. The disappearance of Skink made Ellie visibly relax and she glided over to sit on the basket, twitching agitatedly. Her tail curled around the basket handle and she chirruped. The comfort from Behruth made Ellie swivel her head around and then she fluted her agreement with him, her eyes whirling her affection. Her brown, her brown, one of her browns; she did so love him. Everyone should listen to her brownling; he was right, right, calm down yes~ Needed to calm down. Her gaze turned to Charming and she chirruped after him reassuringly; she wasn’t mad at him, she just couldn’t handle her babies being near salamandyrs, surely he understood? Surely, surely?

R’wign glanced at M’ta and crinkled his nose; he wasn’t sure what he thought. “If he mistreats her, it’s on your head,” he said softly, before leaning forward to nuzzle M’ta’s neck. The complaint that he wasn’t coming to another firelizard hatching drew a very wide (and decidedly evil) smile across R’wign’s face, and his arms tightened around M’ta’s waist. “Of course it is,” he said indulgently, though his tone made it clear that he fully intended to ignore the other brownrider’s protest; he was certain that he could convince M’ta to come to the rest of Elegance’s hatchings (if it required appealing to Behruth, he wasn’t above that). If all else failed, he could attend the hatching mostly naked and watch M’ta sit on him to try and hide him from view; he wasn’t fool enough to miss the decidedly possessive way that his weyrmate was clinging to him. Not that he minded at all. More contact was good. He was a very physical person.

He didn’t make an attempt to acknowledge the green weyrlingrider. She wasn’t someone important to him – and she obviously was a brat if her response to him asking her to remove a threat to Ellie’s clutch was a problem. Even her brown didn’t seem to have any problem understanding (and he knew Ellie; she would doubtlessly hunt down the male later to make things right). That told him that the girl was just… an irritation. Not his problem.

Colliding with the ground, Empress turned to watch Charming leave before looking up at Ellie. The gold fluted to her; she thumped her tail in response and prowled away over toward R’wign. Her other two cubs were not making too big of a fuss, so she ignored them, instead deliberately walking up next to R’wign and standing on her hind legs, her paws resting on his upper arm. M’ta was ignored as she mrowled, rubbed her head possessively on the brownrider, and then sprawled out next to him like a dutiful guard.

Screech.

In the clutch, the Masquerade Gold flared her wings, stretching out as long and languidly as she possibly could. She was a large gold – very much noticeably large for her age and she’d definitely be bigger than Ellie in adulthood (which was impressive in and of itself, as Ellie wasn’t a small queen). However, what was most noticeable about her (aside from the high pitched, deafening shriek) was that she had hearts on her face in a shade of gold describable only as rose gold. Flaring her wings, the Masquerade Queen turned toward the Down Once More Brown (… with crimson fury) and screamed again, throwing herself toward the lounging male. How dare he stay there and detract from her glory, from her center of attention, from the fact that she was the most amazing hatchling to ever grace Pern!? HOW DARE HE! Chirping her command to the remaining firelizards (even her clutchsiblings), she took to wing and started flying around screaming at the Down Once More Brown. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!

Turning his head (slowly), the Down Once More Brown looked at his clutchsister and then rose to his feet. She divebombed and missed him, and he stretched out before loudly squawking his indignity at her. What was she doiiiing? He was busy. Well, fine, if it was such a rush he’d go find His, but honestly, was it necessary to be so dramatic? Irritated, the brown fluttered his wings, screeched a high pitched sound that sounded like “U” being pronounced out, before turning to take to wing. He was immediately tackled out of the air by the less-than-graceful Masquerade Queen who fell to the ground, rolled around, and squawked horribly. She thrashed in her spot for a moment, throwing a right fit, and the Down Once More Brown turned and shrieked at her.

Dumb, dumb, dumb! Horrible gold! Irate, the Down Once More Brown flung himself to his wings and turned, spitting as he flew over to the person he chose – perhaps an impulsive choice and not too well thought out. He landed delicately on Cerdic’s shoulder, turned to look at him and flashed an image of meat to his new mindmate before uttering one demanding chirp. He was very insulted at being bothered by that stupid gold, you see – stupid, she was definitely that. Far inferior to him.

Hmph.

Thrashing back and forth in her spot, the Masquerade Gold squalled for all to hear. She’d fallen and couldn’t get up! Rolling around, she finally managed to end up on her belly and panted, obviously upset. It was all his fault, that stupid brown, for knocking her over (never mind that she’d flown into him). All his fault.

From her perch, Ellie chirped down to the Masquerade Gold worriedly and flared her wings; her eyes whirled her confusion. That one sound was a mistake, for the baby queen rolled over and squawked. How dare she inquire if she was okay. Just because she was a bigger gold didn’t make her better. Indignant, the Masquerade Gold preened and sprawled out – she was much prettier than Ellie, see, see? Huffing, she launched herself to her wings and looked around curiously before disqualifying everyone with a firelizard or salamandyr who remained – worthless, they were. She would share with no one. Her wings flared before her eyes flashed and she flew over to land prettily on Llannu’s head. The feline was given a sharp reprimanding command to leave; her person, not the fuzzy’s. See? She’d picked him. Why was he tangled up?

FEED HER!!

Thank you, Checkoth said quietly to his clutchbrother, leaning over to nuzzle the other brown gratefully. The Elliegold getting upset upsets R’wignmine a lot. He doesn’t like her being so sad. Look, that baby is really loud, too. The Elliegold now has a baby gold… but she doesn’t sound at all like Ellie…

01. Think of Me Egg Impressed: Green Zai to Yoalla
02. Angel of Music Egg Impressed: Green Vikky to Merridan
03. Phantom of the Opera Egg Impressed: Bronze Mojo to K'sel
04. Music of the Night Egg Impressed: Brown Qinaii to Dyudahlii
05. Stranger Than You Dreamt It Egg Impressed: Blue ? to Junaes
06. Prima Donna Egg Impressed: Green Lange to Evrgarde
07. All I Ask Of You Egg Impressed: Blue Lord to Miguel
08. Masquerade Egg Impressed: Gold Rose to Llannu
09. Poor Fool Egg Impressed: Blue Piper to F'lyn
10. Point of No Return Egg Impressed: Green Shrew to Emiliah
11. Down Once More Egg Impressed: Brown Eeee to Cerdic

[glamourie]

Down Once More Brown
Name:
Color: Brown #B46600
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Based off of: The Caterpillar
Looks to: Cerdic
Physical Appearance: This brown is chubby – there’s no gentle way of putting it. And in his case, chubby translates to short and fat, as opposed to attractively plump in a baby way. He’s wide for a firelizard but his length is very small so that he appears to be no larger than a particularly bulky blue in most people’s eyes. He has short wings that barely could be described as proportionate to his body and they’re not nearly strong enough to carry him in flight for extended periods of time; as a result, he doesn’t do much flying, preferring to crawl along the floor to get place to place. Or roll. He rolls extremely well, which can be quite hilarious to watch. He’s almost as fast as a salamandyr on the ground when he decides to tumble tail-over-head, body curled into a compact little ball that can only be described as wide. He tends to use his wings to propel him along faster, and one of his favorite things to do is to roll down stairs this way – with little regard to the fact that he’s liable to be stepped on. His tail is quite close to stumpy as well, and thus looks very strange when he’s standing properly (it’s way too short for his body). He doesn’t have much in the way of ridges, but he does have very wide eyes, as if he’s permanently surprised, and coupled with his facial structure, which is more slender than the rest of him, he always seems to be on the verge of screaming (looks-wise, anyway).

The vibrant, bright color of his brown hide makes this firelizard impossible to overlook; he’s just blindingly prominent! The color is not dark or light but somewhere in between, with a significantly lighter shade covering over his lower belly and the inside of his legs – not that anyone sees that area, considering that he spends most of his time balled up! Interestingly, he seems to have darker brown ‘stripes’ down the base of his body (not stretching over his legs or wings) at almost perfect intervals, as though his length is being cut into little half centimeter pieces. These dark markings also ring his eyes and spread down his tail; if someone wanted to cut him up, they would need only to follow the examples. But who would do something so monstrous? His hide, when caught by light, seems to sparkle with an almost metallic tint – or perhaps a sleek sheen would be more accurate; he’s definitely not a firelizard who is boring to look at, even if he is a chubby little guy!

Personality: At first glance, this brown seems to be almost serene – easy going and impossible to bother. Mysterious would be a good description of his personality, for he certainly seems to be lost in the clouds much of the time – dazed and distracted. For the most part, he doesn’t pay very much attention to his surroundings; this lack of attentive behavior shows most prominently in his flight. He literally flies into things on a regular basis when he bothers to fly at all, although he is extraordinarily lazy and very much likes to simply lounge on his mindmate, usually on his back, feet curled in and staring off into space at things only he can see. If one were to judge by his behavior, why, the walls would be the most interesting thing on Pern; he spends a great deal of time staring at them. Whether he actually notices what he’s staring at or not is questionable though. Even his mindmate doesn’t get answers when he’s spoken to half the time. He just… doesn’t pay attention to his surroundings. He especially doesn’t pay attention to strangers though – this is primarily because it will take time for His to train him to recognize their voice… otherwise they’ll be ignored too. Wee, daydreams! Pretty walls! Even prettier air! Everything else is boring by comparison.

If one were to try very hard to get his attention, though… well, let’s just say that trying to force him to pay attention to people does not often have good results. There’s a reason that most creatures learn quickly to leave this brown alone and it has nothing to do with him being unintelligent – he’s far from. Actually he’s quite a clever little guy, if you can hold his attention. No, there’s an entirely different reason that earning his attention is a bad thing. You see, he’s…

… unpleasant. Rude. Direct. Straight forward. Condescending. Snappy. Temperamental. Pick your adjective. He’s a very unfriendly firelizard who has no tolerance for being disturbed. He doesn’t like it much when people talk to him and he really doesn’t like other firelizards, so when they approach him to ‘talk’ he’s liable to give short, very curt responses, the equivalent of one-word with no infliction to his ‘tone’ whatsoever. Even his ‘speaking’ (chirps, chattering and the like) is aloof and dazed, as if he’s not paying much attention… though he gradually gets louder the more he’s disturbed. He’s not above screaming to make other creatures leave him alone. This can give the impression of him being a very mean firelizard which is… pretty accurate. His alone will get decent responses from him from time to time, but for most everyone else, he doesn’t respond for a reason. And asking him to do anything is impossible. This firelizard takes unholy joy in ignoring instructions or misconstruing them on purpose because he doesn’t like being told what to do. So don’t do it. Got it? Good.

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Masquerade Gold
Name:
Color: Gold #D3B300
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Based off of: The Queen of Hearts
Looks to: Llannu
Physical Appearance: This queen is, simply put, large. She’ll never be a small creature, and it’s pointless to expect it: from the moment her wings unfurled from her egg, it was obvious that she’d dwarf even her dam, as she’s on the larger side for her color! She’s not slender, either, though fat isn’t quite the word – she’s powerfully built, with no small amount of muscle toning to her body. Coupled with wings that are large enough to carry her in long glides and impressive soaring and she’s quite the intimidating firelizard to behold. Parts of her are more masculine than normal for a gold, though; she has distinctly sharp ridges along the line of her neck and her eyes are slanted, giving her a perpetual glare that, when angled with whirling red eyes, will no doubt terrify most other firelizards into submission. Her long and sinuous tail acts as a whip and mood indicator, often lashing when she’s upset, and it’s strong enough to create bruises on flesh when people aren’t careful. The most feminine part of her body is her legs, which come down into elegantly curved claws that are pure white and absolutely pretty to behold, particularly against the golden hues of her hide. An ugly firelizard she is not – even if she isn’t the perfect picture of feminine grace.

Her color is nothing like her mother’s, either. The backwash of her body is a perfect shade of gold so pure that it looks as though someone took the metal and melted it down into liquid form to sculpt her from. However, she’s not without unique markings to set her apart and hers comes in the form of rose gold hues around her eyes. This almost-eyeshadow forms into the shape of hearts, very clearly visible over each eye, and the color sparkles almost pink. Similar shades of rose wind down her back, over her ridges before twisting in ribbony bands down her tail, the tip of which is stained the color completely. As a direct contrast, her stomach is a much lighter, almost white gold shade, giving her the look of wearing a bib or perhaps a silvery blouse. Her elegant appearance is finished off by a splattering of rose gold on the back of each wing; when she flares her wings, from behind there is a very clear heart visible for all to see, just like the markings on her eyes. She is the queen of hearts, indeed.

Personality: Extreme – that’s the word that defines this queen’s personality best, for better or worse. She’s a mess of quick, out of place, inappropriate reactions to virtually everything that she encounters and her temper is a thing of legends. No, this little queen is not quiet, nor is she polite in any way: she’s a queen, she knows it, and she expects everyone around her to recognize it. Egotistical to a fault, she’s prone to bossing around every one and thing she sees. Firelizard, salamandyr, wher, dragon, human – it makes no difference to her what the species is, she’s a queen and must be listened to because she said so.And failure to obey her will trigger a temper tantrum that most creatures are unwilling to deal with. Rather than simply sulk as some creatures tend to, this firelizard screams her rage for all to hear. She’s very fond of flying around commanding other firelizards to scream at people as well – just because one screaming firelizard just isn’t enough to prove a point, obviously. Being a queen, most firelizards will also be forced to obey her when she gets really riled up – thus creating something of a domino effect: she screams and everything around her starts screaming, too. Needless to say, life is never dull (or quiet) when this queen is around.

She’s also extraordinarily easy to offend. Her ego is positively massive, which can be detrimental to those around her. She has no tolerance for anything that doesn’t worship her. Other golds (of any species) are not tolerated and she’s unlikely to appreciate Hers being around them – they’re rivals for her affection, after all, and that’s not good. She must be loved more than anything else. Otherwise it’s worthless. Anyone or thing that insults her will be the victim of her screaming fits. Fortunately, she’s not the smartest firelizard to ever hatch – not by a long shot – and her memory is terrible: after an hour or two, she’s forgotten entirely what offended her and will give other creatures a second chance. This poor memory though makes her quite difficult to train simply because if it’s not relating to her, she loses interest very fast. What? It’s not her fault she’s the most important thing on Pern, she just is and everything else is boring. Especially delivering messages and fetching.

Given her size, it’s no wonder that she favors bronzes. The fact that most of them are totally subservient to her helps. In her eyes, Hers is a bronze – so she likes her mindmate, so long as there’s no question as to who is in charge. If Hers disobeys her though for any reason, she’s not above biting and it will take placidly stroking her ego to make her calm down and listen. Fortunately, only she is allowed to mistreat Hers in any way – and she’s more than happy to have screaming fits at any creature who dares treat hers wrong. Never fear, little Queenie to the rescue! Off with their heads!

[dragon]

Llannu managed to make it successfully back to his feet without knocking anyone else over, though he paid very little attention to the girl yammering away as she scrambled up and continued her headlong dive at one of the other candidates. "That was close." He commented, rearranging how he was holding the kitten. "I'm glad I didn't hurt you in that mess." And he meant it, too. The little kitten was growing on him rather quickly, and he was hoping that no one was going to come and take him away. Nice, friendly, and soft... a very nice little creature. Situating the kitten along his arm, Llannu cradled him there, where he wouldn't be dangling quite so much. It seemed the little creature was entirely pliable, willing to be whatever way Llannu put him. Which was a fascinating aspect. Kitten safely situated, Llannu's attention shifted back toward the basket. Stepping up on tip toes, he tried to peer past someone's shoulder, and then edged sideways to see if he could find a good spot to peek through. When he finally did, he was suddenly very disappointed: there was nothing in the basket anymore. Not one egg, not one flitter. They were all gone, just a bunch of random shards of shell and sticky egg gooiness.

"They're all gone." He remarked, stunned, to no one in particular. There was, however, an awful racket going on not too far away to the right. This in turn captured his attention and he started edging back around people to see what was going on. No sooner had he stepped around behind someone else than he was attacked by a flying shining gold thing. Reacting instinctively Llannu yelped and jerked backwards, grabbing at the kitten to keep him safe. But it wasn't enough: she landed on him anyway and started scrambling around on his head. Which lasted for half a heart beat and then she started screaming at the kitten. Thankfully instead of freaking out the kitten just looked up and blinked once, as if having a baby gold flitter screaming at him indignantly was the most ... peculiar ... thing he'd ever heard.

"AHHHH!" Llannu flailed for a moment, grabbing at the kitten again, before finally putting him down between his feet to try and keep from dropping him completely. A flail at his head had the flitter flying off, only to circle around and land on his shoulder again. Llannu just started at her for a moment, wherein she stared right back pointedly. Expectantly. Hungrily. Llannu finally breathed again, as it occurred to him that he wasn't getting attacked after all - he'd stolen one of the flitters! At which point his heart did a double flip flop. First at elation at having a flitter ... and then sinking to the pits again. Were the other people going to be mad at him because he'd stolen the shiniest one?

Impatient with waiting on being fed, the Masquerade Gold screamed at him, and chomped down on Llannu's nose. At first Llannu froze, startled, and then he yelled again and flailed all over the place trying to dislodge her. She let go readily enough and started flying around his head while he ducked and covered his head with both arms. Screaming indignantly the whole way, the Masquerade gold continued to circle until she decided to land again on his shoulder.

"Don't bite me!!" Llannu protested, scrambling to swipe the nearest unattended bowl of meat and shove the whole thing at her. It became quite apparently to him fairly quickly that that, too, was a bad idea, as she started trying to choke herself by snatching up giant mouthfuls of meat and then trying to swallow all those pieces at once. "Alright! Alright! No need to be a pig about it!" Llannu took the bowl away again, grabbed her by her head and started pulling blobs of meat back out of her mouth. Which succeeded marvelously in starting another flapping and screaming fit. "Wait! Wait! Sheesh!" Llannu said, giving her one piece back. Once it was gone, he gave her one more, and so on, one at a time until she wasn't quite so frantic about eating.

As she finally started to chew pieces before swallowing, Llannu didn't feel like he had to hold her back away from the bowl anymore, which freed up a spare hand. Which he used to try and pet her with, tracing the lines of rosy gold that swirled down her back and tail. The heart shapes around her eyes were also quite interesting to look at, contrasting beautifully with the shining pure gold of the rest of her. The rosy parts reminded Llannu strongly of ribbons, and more precisely, a couple of ribbons that his sisters had favored to wear in their hair. "Rose." He decided. "Beautiful to look at ... but sure covered in thorns." Llannu rubbed his nose ruefully, smearing the tiny drops of blood that had sprung up from where her little baby teeth had pricked him.

[mierce]

Whoaa!!!! That gold sure is feisty! Cerdic's eyes widened in both surprise and confusion as the Masquerade fire lizard made an attempt to maul her clutchsibling. He was certain that her spectacular failure to do so was only making her more pissy. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched the gold stuggle on the ground while the brown nonchalantly fluttered away and left her to her own devices. As he replayed the scene in his mind, the hint of a smile broadened into an outright open mouth and crescent-mooned eyes flavor. He nearly forgot what he was there for (a flitter, of course!) until the brown landed on his shoulder and sent a no-nonsense request for meat.

"Eh?" Cerdic turned his head to meet the brown's eyes. Was this his? Cerdic wondered, eyes widening into near perfect Os again. The brown looked back at him and chirped again. Hello? Meat? The candidate blinked, and held up a bowl of meat to the brown who proceeded to daintily consume the top-most piece. "EEEE!!!!" Cerdic shrieked.

The brown looked at him as if the boy had lost his mind. Can't you see I'm eating here? Will you be--

"EEEE!!! EEEEE!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Both bowls went flying into the air and next thing the brown knew he was in a crushing embrace in the boy's slender arms. Certainly... not... what he was looking forward to. "Eeeeee!!!!"

Eee??? Was that his name? The brown snapped at His' chin, neck, shirt, whatever to get the dumb human's attention. Can't you see you're crushing me? You fool!

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Cerdic released Eee, a radiant smile nonetheless still plastered on his face.

Eee, on the other hand, sort of... floated in a crumple towards the ground where he righted himself and straightened his poor, poor wings. He made a series of very displeased noises at the human, none of which really had any effect on the boy's mood. It did, however, send the human scampering to pick up the tossed meat. How unsightly.

"Here you go~" Cerdic said brightly as he presented the now half-filled bowl to Eee. The brown resumed eating in the same delicate manner as before. Omifanarth omifanarth he was soooo excited!

[jaq]

All the noise was starting to bother her. She still was not accustomed to being around people, or such noise. All hatchings had impressed so she figured she could leave, besides, she wanted to get back to Bawnii and Klaiid, she had been away for sometime now and they could have got themselves into trouble.

Luckily Qinai was still sleeping, so Dyudahlii cradled him to her with one arm while quickly gathering as many pieces of his egg as possible (the egg was too pretty not to add to her collection). Then she left, heading back to Bawnii and Klaiid, thinking about the different things she could do with all the pretty pieces of Qinai's egg.