set this ballroom aglow [mandyr/flit hatching]

[Rei]

Mavenath crooned uncertainly as the chubby brown curled itself around his bonded’s ankle. Oh dear it looks like we have obtained a mandyr and a rather fat one too. Comical really. He doesn’t even have a proper frill. Perhaps he ate it? Cr’oph looked down at the fat blob of brown clinging to his ankle and sighed. “Lucky me. Good thing he fed himself already. Although if what I am feeling is correct he is still hungry.” Just his luck he had impressed a mandyr and a large one to. Fat mandyr wonderful.

I think we should call him Jiggles because he wobbles when he walks. The red head raised an eyebrow before bending down to peel the chubby mandyr from his ankle. Holding it aloft the examined it. Guess he does kinda jiggle but seriously. Jiggles? It’s retarded. No way I am calling him "Jiggles". Lo not meatfool mine. Love you ~ Cr’oph rolled his eyes and offered the mandyr the jerky which he quickly grabbed with his forepaws and tried to cram in his mouth. Did it have to love him? Sighing Cr’oph puzzled over the naming dilemma for a moment. Bah naming things was harder and it looked. “Fine Jiggles. Your name is Jiggles.” Mavenath gave a huff of amusement and watched their new pet with interest.

Hmm I suppose Darya won’t be happy when you show up to class with a new pet and a mandyr at that. Cr’oph shrugged and set Jiggles on his shoulder where the mandyr continued to attack the strip of jerky. “She’ll get over it and if she doesn’t I’ll make up some brilliant excuse.” The young bronze crooned. I don’t think flirting with her will get you anywhere. Who said I was going to flirt? LoveCrymine talk shinyone? Jiggles me? Yes? The brown interjected not wanting ot be left out. “Sure your Jiggles and the shinyone talks too much.” Want shiny quiet? Flaring his wings the brown eyed Mavenath with interest before returning his attention to the jerky. So yummy. See not meatfool his was the best.

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F’lyn paled visibly as the Nighttime brown clung to him. No…please not a mandyr. Terilyn peered down at the brown creature with interest and cooed. Thankfully the mandyr seemed to have someone else in mind and was gone in less than a minute. Taking a deep steadying breath the bluerider closed his eyes for a moment. That was close. Opening them again he hazarded a look at the remaining eggs. Still quite a few to go. Thankfully the brown mandyr had seemed less than pleased by Terilyn. Maybe the baby was acting as a deterrent to impression? If so then good. Last thing he needed was a mandyr.

Pandorath crooned reassuringly and looped his tail around to lay it by his bonded. Thus circled around his and the hatchling, the blue watched not varying his thrumming. Babies where precious. He still held out the hope that maybe they could get another flitter. He so did love flitters.

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Feyrianth crooned softly as the flitter accepted her offer. She is quite cute. I think I would call her bunny. Mine says bunnies are cute fluffy things that belong in stories. Your new friend may not be fluffy but she is cute. The green paused and tilted her head as she watched the green flutter off. She is your flit though, Tril, so you can call the little cousin what you like. The four winged green nuzzled her brother’s neck enthusiastically, before returning her attention to the humans and their silly games. Maybe hers would get a little friend too? That would be wonderful.

Erilena made a face at the sound of wet meat smacking into R’ven’s chest. The green weyrling made a mental note to offer to do his laundry or something in repayment. Her smith friend was such a willing shield. A flash of bronze caught her eye and she gasped as the little bronze hatchling landed on Nephele. The girls gasp turned to a cheer. “Oh Nephele! Congratulations. Looks like you added another boy to your flock. That makes three now right?” How wonderful was this. Now two of her friends had impressed. R’ven to a flirty green and Nephele to a rather pretty bronze. He was certainly vibrantly colored. Erilena turned her attention to the clutch for a moment to take stock of what was happening. Brown mandyr impressed, and the rest of the eggs still rocking. As of yet no more babies. Still quite a few eggs though. At least it appeared that way from her position.

The green weyrling tore her eyes from the rocking eggs as Dmitri spoke again. “War huh?” Erilena chuckled at the mental images that brought. War could be fun but she would rather not saddle the felines with Demi. Poor things would be so terrified or suffer mental scaring. The green weyrling dissolved into a fit of laughter however as Nautic got a handful of meat to the head. The expression on the green handler’s face was worth it. Oh shards they probably where attracting a fair amount of attention from the babies what with the flying meat and all. Whoops. Casualties of war she supposed.

[Avu]

She didn’t protest Riaren being taken, namely because she’d actually asked R’wign to take him earlier. But that had been before he’d Impressed the little green. His words, though, made her freeze, if she could have been any more motionless than she already had been. Felines she hadn’t been thinking about, because Jingth could fly and they couldn’t. The gold’s anxious mental croon brushed against her mind, but Meira didn’t reply – either to the dragon or to R’wign. Uncertain as to what she was supposed to do with her hands now that the baby within them was gone – indefinitely, and prickle of tears rose just as Jingth’s anger swelled – Meira started to drop her arms numbly when Mimic appeared, darting up her leg and curling comfortingly around her wrist.

M’ta speaking made her blink, swallowing and looking away from R’wign, and she nodded silently, stroking Mimic’s back (the brown peered curiously after R’wign, trying to get a glimpse of the new greenling, but cooed pleasantly nonetheless). Jingth crooned audibly from the sidelines, the gold rolling to her feet and sliding around the edge of the gathering so she could settle on her belly beside Hers and M’ta. Her muzzle dropped, nudging M’ta on the arm lightly, less a show of irritation and more one of possessiveness. Good slave. No more anger. Her other slave, though…her tongue flicked out to lick M’ta’s hand before her head swung around to Meira. Would you like to go home? the gold inquired softly; it was clear from the whirl of her eyes that Hers being upset distressed her very much.

She nodded again, leaning against Jingth briefly. Love. Baby gone? Mimic inquired; the brown leapt onto Jingth’s head and scurried down her neck before Meira’s gaze flicked up to M’ta again. “Okay.” The word was practically inaudible. “’M…going back to the weyr, then…?” Yes, it was a question. The idea of not seeing Riaren was painful to the point of nauseating, and she wanted to go find him but…probably not the best idea.

The Hidden Fire Egg finally gave way beneath the flailing of its occupant, shattering into tiny pieces and sending a blue firelizard tail over nose. The creature smacked comically into the Red Wine Egg, sending it spiraling out of control in a chain reaction that was likely hysterically funny. It crashed into the Red Rose Egg, which cracked faintly and twitched in protest, but the Red Wine Egg completely shattered as the Hidden Fire Blue squealed apologetically, watching the damage he’d caused and flailing in distress. His wings came up, framing his head like a Salamandyr’s frill, and he bounced backwards nervously as, out of the ruins of her egg, the Red Wine Gold Salamandyr rose, hissing spitefully at him.

TARGET! she barked at him. Baby target! The words were accompanied by her frill flaring and the gold crouched, growling low in her throat, as the Hidden Fire Blue scrambled backwards, terrified, and crashed into the Candlelight Egg, cracking it down the side. Oblivious to the damage he’d caused, the blue immediately scrambled around it, hiding behind the twitching egg. The Red Wine Salamandyr hissed again, crawling closer. Level crazies /baby target/!

“Bbbrrry,” said the Hidden Fire Blue in a squeal of fear – and then the Red Wine Gold leapt clean over the Candlelight Egg. In theory. Unfortunately it gave a violent spin at the exact same moment she leapt and the gold landed half on top of it before she launched herself onto the Hidden Fire Blue, clawing and snapping at him, broadcasting her fury widely. Her tail lashed in a display of anger, wrapping around the unfortunate firelizard’s hind leg and pulling hard. The pair fell over in a comical display of clumsiness, rolling sideways and smashing into the Candlelight Egg again. It broke under the pressure, sending a brown firelizard sprawling onto the ground. Neither the Hidden Fire Blue nor the Red Wine Gold noticed, though, the latter too busy trying to eat the former’s face.

Very intelligently, the Candlelight Brown Firelizard drew no attention to himself. Arranging his body into a seated position, he chirped quietly and stared at the tussling pair, making no move to pry them apart or interfere. He was just…watching.

Crazy target BABY EATER. The gold’s fury seemed to know no bounds, but her eyes were not flushed with just anger – no, she was enjoying herself. The Hidden Fire Blue’s squeals had not abated, though they had been warped to sound suspiciously like apologies. Just because he hadn’t the slightest idea what he was being attacked for didn’t mean he couldn’t apologize! His wings beat at the air ineffectually and finally, the Candlelight Brown took to the air in a slow, smooth glide, turning his head to watch his squabbling clutchsiblings as he wobbled through the crowd, always craning his head to keep watching, avid fascination clearly printed across his face until –

He crashed headlong into a leg and chirped, startled, looking up at M’ta; his eyes whirled curiously before he crooned, pleasantly. His golden sister was so fascinating, but oh, he was hungry. The Candlelight Brown Firelizard cooed quietly and attempted to crawl up M’ta’s leg.

Meanwhile, the Hidden Fire Blue had just escaped from his sister’s claws and teeth and immediately turned tail and fled. Ichor dripped from cuts and bite marks, fortunately none of which seemed too severe, but comically, he didn’t fly. His wings remained shut against his body as the blue fled through feet, squealing hysterically as the Red Wine Gold gave chase, snapping at his tail. He dodged through legs, nearly faceplanted as he stumbled over M’ta’s foot, and then streaked behind Dmitri in an attempt to hide, only to run smack into Nautic. Frantically, the blue tried to climb up Nautic’s leg, squealing in terror as he clung to His, while the Red Wine Gold, who had literally climbed up M’ta’s leg, threw herself off and glided down towards him, ominously hissing. Save him save him SAVE HIM HE WAS BEING EATEN.

Hissing and clawing at Nautic’s ankle momentarily, the Red Wine Gold stuck her nose up in the air, haughty, and paraded back towards the eggs so she could sit down with a soft huff and glare around at her audience. All crazy baby targets, she sniffed. All of them! Well – no, except one. But that came later. She had to wait for her minion to Hatch. The gold half-coiled around the twitching Red Rose Egg, ichor-stained claws tapping against the surface encouragingly.

01. Candlelight Egg – Brown firelizard ???, Impressed to M’ta
02. Red Rose Egg – Cracked and twitching
03. Red Wine Egg – Gold Salamandyr, glaring and insulting everyone
04. Black Dress Egg – Green Salamandyr Vex, Impressed to R’wign
05. Hidden Fire Egg – Blue firelizard ???, Impressed to Nautic
06. Kisses Egg
07. Nighttime Egg – Brown Salamandyr Jiggles, Impressed to Cr’oph
08. Slowdance Egg – Green firelizard ???, Impressed to R’ven
09. Silk and Velvet Egg
10. Eternal Love Egg – Bronze firelizard ???, Impressed to Nephele
11. Proposal Egg – Blue Salamandyr ???, Impressed to S’kor

[Avu]

Candlelight Brown
Name-
Species- Firelizard
Color- Brown (#943600)
Age- Hatchling
Looks to- M’ta
Appearance- This brown is fairly well off in size for a firelizard of his color, though he’s got nothing on bronzes or the larger browns. He’s just fairly average, and his build even more so; the casual onlooker would be hard-pressed to tell that he was sired by a Salamandyr. But that has left its telltale marks nonetheless, in a neck just a tad shorter than is normal. It’s not noticeable by any means – it just looks a little off. His body is rounded, lacking the distinctive shoulders-sides-hindquarters hills and valleys and instead looking more like a continuous sausage. His wings are long, but very slender, as if the membrane that spans them had to be stretched to make it fit, ending, instead of on his tail, above his hind legs. Said legs, as well as forelegs, happen to be a good deal longer and more balanced than a firelizard’s ought, providing an easy, graceful gait even on the ground. His tail, however, is very short; it looks quite comical, and because of his, changing direction in flight will prove to be fairly difficult. His rudder has, after all, been stolen!

In color, this firelizard is actually quite attractive. His hide is a fairly bright shade of russet – a reddish brown dark enough to seem elegant and light enough to be able to look almost like flame, especially when the light manages to shine across it. Very vibrant, this brown certainly is, and he’s very attractive in terms of such – orange stripes circle his entire body, jagged like a Terran tiger’s, the deep, burnt orange transparent enough to melt flawlessly into the brighter russet. Splashes of a very yellow-brown, too, run down the length of his back in one long, relatively straight line of erratically shaped dots and splotches, starting at the tip of his muzzle. The largest one is located directly over his left eye, giving him an eye-patch, while the smallest is all but a freckle on the tip of his nose. The spots continue their march down his rump and eventually peter out about halfway down his tail: Let there be no mistake – this brown lives up to his egg’s name by dressing in shades of fire.

Personality- Nobody’s quite sure when or why this firelizard’s egg was rapped over the top, but it most certainly must have been – that’s the only way to explain his behavior. Yes, he’s very much aware that he’s a brown firelizard, and to most he’ll seem very dignified and polite – very much the “ideal” pet: Quiet, intelligent, pleasant, and obedient without being overly affectionate or distant. Generally speaking, he’ll chirrup and croon only what is necessary and little more than that – in greeting, acknowledgment, farewell, or agreement, because he is, after all, a very agreeable firelizard. He does, though, have a tendency of just zoning out and paying attention only enough to nod or croon at the appropriate times, but don’t ask him what you just said; he won’t have a clue. He’s just not interested in anyone enough to actually listen to them, and therefore resigns himself to never becoming interested in anyone. Fortunately for His, his person is regarded with the highest respect and he’s very obedient to any requests or wishes…with exceptions.

This brown is fascinated by Salamandyrs. Of any size, age, color, or conceivable shape, this firelizard simply obsesses over them and likes to watch them. They’re amazing and so different that he just can’t help but get totally distracted by them – but his style is more of a ‘silent observer’. He’ll almost never actually go up to a Salamandyr, and will often act cold and brusque should any approach him while inwardly being completely, absolutely engrossed in them. This firelizard is certainly intelligent enough to be aware that most of his species don’t like Salamandyrs, and that he shouldn’t, but he does anyway – privately. And he’s very good at keeping it a secret, too. Tempting though it is, he’ll almost never Chase a Salamandyr unless he has a decent excuse (i.e. another flit he knows is Chasing, or His is fond of the Salamandyr’s Bonded) and prefers to drift aimlessly after those of his own kind…dull and uninteresting as they are. Sigh. Life’s harsh, isn’t it?

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Hidden Fire Blue
Name-
Species- Firelizard
Color- Blue (#304888)
Age- Hatchling
Looks to- Nautic
Appearance- This blue is definitely a firelizard. Small in size, he looks constantly like a hatchling – a very skinny, kind of gangly hatchling, but a hatchling nonetheless, so small is he. His body is positively dwarfed by a head that appears to be far too large to be supported by the skinny, long neck that is almost always bowed just slightly, as if under the weight of his skull. However, that’s not to say that his head is fat – it’s not. Large eyes bulge slightly from the thin muzzle, extremely sharp eye ridges sliding back into short, thin head knobs. Very prominent are the ridges along his neck and tail, too, adding a touch of the masculine to an otherwise extremely thin body. His tail is proportioned almost as a Salamandyr’s might be, though, extraordinarily long and very whippy, and almost constantly in motion, twitching this way and that way. His wings, however, are neither Salamandyr- nor firelizard-proportioned – though undeniably they tend more towards the latter, being ridiculously oversized for his body. Crumpled membrane would undeniably carry this small, thin creature very easily indeed…if he ever used them.

In terms of color, however, this firelizard is decidedly unremarkable. A rather dark shade of blue sprawls across the hide that is stretched so tightly that it’s possible to count each rib, though he could never be mistaken for black under any circumstances. There is a tinge of purple to his color, just enough that when the light strikes it just right, and when he’s very, very well-oiled, highlights of a spectacular violet shade will streak across his negligible frame and make him quite something to look at – but such perfect conditions are rare. Almost nothing marks him out as special at all – nothing except the small white – dot, freckle, speck (take your pick; any of the above will describe it accurately) just shy of his left nostril. It’s small enough to go entirely unnoticed, but it’s definitely there.

Personality- Confused would be a good way to describe this firelizard. No, this blue is not of the opinion that he’s a green, nor a female at all – he is adamantly obsessed with the idea that he’s a Salamandyr. Though he’s usually very patient and sweet to almost everyone, rarely offering insult or even his own opinion, this blue is surprisingly short-tempered when it comes to his species. Oh, the Great Debate – he’s likely to stubbornly shun any who suggest he may actually be a firelizard (though they would definitely be right). No, he’s not one for shrilly and loudly opposing them; if they’re too silly to see that he’s clearly a Salamandyr, he simply does not deign to acknowledge that they exist. Most of the time, though, he is very affectionate, obedient, and responsive to His (and His alone; most others are viewed as not good enough: There’s a reason why he Chose the one he did!). There’s no disguising how pleased he is when attention is paid to him, though he by no means requires it and actually spends most of his time clinging to His’ shoulder like a very large, blue ornament of some sort.

And never, ever, will anyone see this blue flying. Ever. He refuses even to glide, and this means that – yes – he clambers around on all fours, occasionally flapping his wings for emphasis (to make up for his decided lack of frill), but otherwise they remain somnolent. Another oddity of this blue’s is that he will rarely chirp, croon, or flute without managing to twist the sound to make it more of a word than an actual sound. Very, very good at this, he is – almost ridiculously so; he’s almost parrot-like in his ability to mimic people. Despite his…species confusion, this blue is very intelligent and he seems to have a very good grasp on how to make people understand him; certainly his ability to ‘speak’ is a unique one. One that will draw many odd looks and confusion, but one that he’s very good at nonetheless. However, his imagework is even more intricate (his reasoning? If white Salamandyrs can do it, then he’s just a very special blue Salamandyr) and though he prefers to ‘speak’, if all else fails his imaging is always crystal clear.

[Tashe]

"EIYAA." He freaked. "Ewewew." His face was a wash of horror and disgust as he clawed the meat out of his hair. Not cool! Not cool, not cool, NOT NICE. Dropping his own meat to the ground, Nautic shook his hair out like a dog just coming out of the water. Dmitri could have simply just thrown it at him, but no. No he had to go there and put it on his head. The feeling of the meat juice as it mixed with his hair was enough to make him shiver. "Guuuh." He pointed at Erilena in between picking out small chunks of meat. "Not funny missy. Wait till he dumps a handful of meat on your head." Flicking the pieces at the Blue Wherhandler, Nautic hissed before promptly turning his attention onto the hatching, there seemed to be a commotion.

He watched as the Gold Salamandyr beat on the Blue Firelizard, it was obvious that the little male wasn't fighting back. But still, the Gold went after him. Looking away, Nautic crinkled his nose as he flicked a meat shard off of his shirtsleeve. Yes, he was prissy when it came to his looks. And sporting cut up meat was not the style he looked good in. "Ow!" The little Blue was trying to climb up his leg frantically, his claws scratching Nautic through the fabric of his pants. Stooping down, the Wherhandler lifted the Blue into his ams just in time to deny the Gold Mandyr access to him. His ankle instead getting attacked. Nautic covered the male protectively in his arms until the nasty female left. Freeing the Blue from his embrace, he sighed and dropped down to rub his bleeding ankle. "Why do I always get injured at hatchings?" It was Dmitri's fault. He sniffed before looking at the Blue again, who had taken to cuddling against him. "I suppose I should name you." A moments pause. "Tizzy. I like it. You hungry?" "Tiss. Hngry." He blinked, surprised. His flitter, did he just... "Hngry."

Well it wasn't exactly 'talking', but it sure sounded close enough. He'd heard certain Avians and even Absinthe do the same thing with sounds, but never a flitter. Fortunately he was still kneeling, and could reach the small bowl he had dropped with little effort. Grabbing a piece he fed it to Tiz, who gobbled it down eyes swirling. As he fed the Blue, Nautic inspected him. Strange looking beastie for a flit...

[Ember]

Nephele smiled at Erilena at her congratulations. "Thanks Lena." She shamelessly stole the nickname Dmitri had used. The other girl hadn't seemed to mind it earlier and it sounded better than Eri did. "Yeah, third male. Me and Nuoth are gonna be surrounded by males at this rate," she said wryly. She didn't mind in the least, but it was a bit of a strange coincedence that all her firelizards were male. All of them seemed to have their odd quirks too. Crackers, vanity/flirting, and...well she wasn't quite sure what the bronze's was yet.

It was evident in the fact that the girl didn't even flinch when R'ven's green firelizard landed on her head. She did flick her gaze upwards in a pointless attempt to look at the female before looking at the human shield who she'd heard been called R'ven. "She's cute, congratulations," she said. The bronze on her shoulder looked up at the green and sent a silent greeting her way. Hello? The next piece of meat that was given to him he took in his claws and offered it to her. Did she want some of his meat? He was quite willing to share. A hungry flitter must eat after all. It struck the girl as a rather motherly gesture rather than flirting. At least, she didn't sense any flirting from him.

Nephele watched in amusement as Dmitri put some meat right onto the other wherhandler's hair. Oh dear. Bad enough some pieces had landed in her hair, but to have that much put directly on...A commotion in the nest made Nephele look that way and frown slightly. One of the salamandyrs was causing trouble? Oh..a gold. That explained it. The blue firelizard she was attacking brought the commotion to them as he scrambled over to their group. A moment later it seemed Nautic had himself a new companion and the gold had returned to the eggs. "Well, that was eventful. Is he alright?" She was addressing Nautic as she peered curiously at the blue firelizard.

The bronze was even more concerned than his new bonded. Poor baby firelizard! He also looked at his blue clutchbrother and sent him a comforting feeling. It was okay now. He wouldn't be hurt by the gold one anymore. That made it official for Nephele. The bronze was definitely maternal. "You are one strange bronze," she muttered to him as she gave him another piece of meat - the other one he'd been trying to give R'ven's green was either with the green or somewhere in her hair - and decided on a name for him. "You get to be Mother, then."

[Ruby]

Futh caught Jingth's broadcast as she sent it, rumbling happily. He knew that his rider wasn't planning on getting more creatures, ("You are quite enough!" were M'kai's actual words on the subject), and of course Futh had Mavenath to play with now. Futh thought of his relationship to the Bronze as equal to that of M'kai's to Crys, no matter the Bronze's thoughts on the subject. But the Blue still thought that a pet all his own, a mini-him, would be a wonderful addition to their growing family. And someone to talk to whenever he wanted.

However, they were in the middle of a bath.

As baths were one of Futh's two most favorite things (and he still felt dirty), he let M'kai keep cleaning until every single speck of dirt had left his hide. After that, he required a nice oiling, especially on the violet spots ion his rump. Finally he felt clean enough to satisfy, and nuzzled his face against his rider. M'kai jumped back, shouting "Hey! You're still all oily!", and shoved Futh's head away. Ignoring the human's futile attempts to redirect him, the Blue rumbled again in satisfation. I have a surprise for you, M'kaiMineLove, he announced.

M'kai just looked at the dragon suspiciously. Why does that worry me? he asked. Futh just shrugged, and turned alongside his rider to that M'kai could put on his riding straps. Wait, and you will see. Curious and obedient, the human did just that, swinging aboard as soon as he could. Stretching wings as wide as he could, Futh lumbered into the air. We're finally getting the hang of that! M'kai shouted, hoping that was the surprise.

Knowing what his rider was thinking, Futh smirked back, No such luck, and soared off down the river. It was a very short flight, less than two minutes, but much faster than walking. And much cleaner. M'kai quickly spotted the gathering of humans and dragons, wondering what they were there for.

When they landed, Futh continued to emmanate satisfaction. Ignoring M'kai, who was still dismounting, he greeted the assembled dragons generally, then dipped his head in MavenathHis's direction. Ah! I see yours has already managed to get one. Congratulations, he offered, heading over to sit with the younger dragon.

By this time, M'kai had discovered what Futh had brought him to, and heaved a sigh. He wasn't about to make a scene by scrambling back up on his dragon, but he knew why Futh had brought him, now. But I have no meat! he protested, shooting the Blue an unplesant glance. Ask CyrsYours. He might have some extra. With another sigh, M'kai did just that, sidling up next to his brother. "Nice sausage," he teased, holding out his hand. "Has he taken all your jerky yet, or can you spare some? Futh wants a pet."

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Piden was happily asleep with Pidesk next to him, snuggling tonight. The bronze got the broadcast too, and passed it along hesitantly. Piden was almost always grouchy if he was woken before he wanted to be. The Bronzehandler yawned and turned over, ignoring the summons. Red was QUITE enough- he was not interested in another creature of any sort. He refused to clean up any more vomit, or cater to such a picky stomach. Pidesk snuggled in closer, content to sleep through the day.

Red, however, was not so content. In an uncharacteristic outburst, she jumped onto Piden's head, screaming and pulling at his hair. BABIES BABIES RED BABIES WAAAAAAAANT. Jumping upright with a bellow, Piden attempted to disentangle the Green, but she held on with a vengance. A fairly epic battle ensued, culminating in Piden getting scratches all over his face and hands, and Red maintaining control of his hair. At least she had stopped pulling when he started getting dressed.

"If you want babies, just run and have some of your own!" he fussed, adding his new fur-trimmed gloves and a wherhide jacket to his outfit, despite the day's warmth. Who cared if he was uncomfortable if he looked good? ARE Red babies, Red insisted, punctuating her point with a sharp yank. "Are not!" the Handler protested, pulling on his workboots. SO! was Red's final word on the subject before Piden headed for the door, half-heartedly grabbing some meat left over from Pidesk's dinner.

Of course, upon exiting the Wherhandler's Apartments and spotting a dragon, Red shrieked and ran to hide under Piden's collar, shaking and trembling. "They can't possibly be your babies," he muttered under his breath. "You are waaay to scaredy to run, ever. You'll be a virgin for life. Way to miss out." Red was too afraid to protest, but when Piden sneakily tried to loop up to the dining hall instead of headining downriver, she bit him in the back of the neck. Hard. "Stop being so abusive!" he moaned, changing direction once again.

The clutch seemed to be mostly hatched by the time he arrived, luckily. Despite Red's hiss, he stayed somewhat seperate from the group. He knew some of them on sight, especially the Wherhandlers, but wasn't really on speaking terms with any of them. Anyway his hair was messed up, he hadn't had time to scrub his teeth, and he realized now that his shirt was wrinkled. No matter how stylish his outfit, he did NOT feel like socializing. Half-heartedly offering the meat, he still smiled a little as Red poked her head out and left it there. Maybe she was getting over her shyness a little.

[rii]

Bunny. Trilaranth repeated with private amusement. I think it's a fine name, Feymine. I will ask mine what he thinks. And the brown did, earning a half-glanced from his distracted mindmate. What? Bonnie? Why not. R'ven comment without any true thought to the question, more concerned with the meat flying in his direction. This bit he caught, wedging it between forefinger and thumb and flicking it with precision under Dmitri's wide brimmed hat.

"Your war tatics are questionable. Attacking everyone around without first considering making an ally.." And Erilena had probably picked the best one of the group, as he seemed to be the weyr''s walking barrier. Not as imposing or impressive as some, but considering the company, he outsized them all. Nephele, Nautic, Erilena.. and he supposed himself.. yes, Dmitri could be heading toward a quick toss into the river for his antics. It would only be fair considering they were running low on meat.. the majority having been dumped on the green wherling's head.

Mine says... Bonnie.. is a good name. Trilaranth rumbled, sending the name to the olive-green flitter. She trilled in acceptance, to the name and also the piece of meat. Such a gracious bronze. Her tail brushed him again with her tail before the arrival of the blue flitter drew her attention. Nasty, nasty gold hurting him. Bonnnie hiss and spat at her gold sister thing. Once she was out of sight, Bonnie fluttered her way over to Nautic's shoulder. She arched against him while crooning down at the blue.

The goldling is upset. Meira? The pink one took her hatchling. Rulven looked over his shoulder, frowning thoughtfully in Meira's direction. She really wasn't anyone he knew well, but that never stopped the smith from hating seeing a girl upset. Trilaranth rubbed against his leg/brace before brushing Jingth's mind. Will yours be alright? Mine is concerned.

[Rei]

Jiggles sat upon his bonded’s shoulder with his jerky held firmly in his little forefeet. Nibbling on the edge he examined the rest of the hatching. Stupid meatfool gold. Ugly not quiet. He spat, his tail flicking to make a point. Mavenath blinked at the violence the little gold set loose. Hmm bet you are rather glad you impressed the fat one now huh? “Actually yes.” The bronze weyrling shifted and looked toward the crowd. He only got a brief glance at the remaining eggs and the gold/blue fight however. Not that he wasn’t interested in the fight, he was. It was just his brother’s arrival was more important to him. With a slight smile he offered another strip of jerky to his twin. “Afraid he is more of a melon then a sausage. Mave named him “Jiggles”. The red head made a face as he uttered the name. “You sure you want one? The hatching was announced as a flitter one but as you can see it didn’t just spit out flitters.”

Jiggles examined M’kai in confusion and hissed flaring his wings wide in imitation of a frill. Not mine. Look like mine. Who meatfool is? Confuse Jiggles try? Not like. Mavenath flicked his tail towards his bonded and totally ignored the mandyr. Instead he focused on Futh and crooned up at the older blue. Hello Futh. Don’t you look shiny today. Your spots look brilliant. His mind voice was pleasant and smooth. The bronze was well aware than the older blue liked him and was more than happy to continue the trend. Having an older dragon to chat to had it’s advantages he had learned things. Things that Mavenath could use to his advantage. Oh yes the blue was more than welcome to be his friend. Everyone had their uses.

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Terilyn started to fuss as soon as the gold yet loose her first cry. F’lyn concentrated on trying to calm her, but as the fight continued the little girl’s wailing grew louder. Not wanting to interrupt the hatching he began to drift back towards the river. Last thing he wanted is for that evil creature to bite her or something. “Shhh Teri. It’s ok.” The bluerider walked back and forth rocking the baby. Quickly he sent a message to his dragon. Only three eggs left right? Pandorath raised his head and focused on the clutch before crooning an affirmative. Yes. Did his want to leave? I’m going to try and calm her down a bit first, but yes. We will leave as soon as I get her to quit fussing. The dark blue unwound himself from his coiled position and shifted to catch sight of both his bonded and the unhatched eggs. After he saw the last hatch he was fine with leaving. It would take his awhile to calm the hatchling anyway. She seemed quite upset for one reason or another.

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Erilena returned her attention to Nephele and smiled. Looks like Dmitri had just helped her acquire a new nickname. Lena. Hmm she rather liked it. Her attention was stolen however by the chaos that erupted to her left. The green rider turned just in time to catch a flash of blue followed closely by a flash of gold. Poor blue! The girl couldn’t help but feel for the little creature. To be attacked like that, just after hatching. Poor thing. The blue quickly found a bonded however and Erilena was slightly surprised to see it was Nautic that was chosen. Oh dear. Perhaps Dmitri was somehow cursing them with all that meat. Nautic’s earlier warning about the blue handler dumping a handful of meat on her was suddenly more terrifying. What if he did and she impressed that horrible screamer that was the gold mandyr? Fey would be heartbroken if her new pet was mean to her. Shuddering she moved closer to R’ven as if the proximity to him would somehow ward off evil mandyrs. Unlikely as that was to be true she had no desire to impress the nasty gold. Please let it choose anyone else.

Feyrianth crooned in contentment at her brother. I am glad you find it acceptable. Rubbing her head against the brown’s wide shoulder she watched the flit/mandyr fight with some apprehension. When it seemed as if it had worked itself out ok she sighed and rustled her double set of wings. Bonnie? I like it. It is like bunny without being exactly the same. It is a fine name. It was. Lucky flitter she was, getting such a good name. The again Feyrianth quite liked her name as well. The green let her attention waver between the meat flinging humans and her cuddle buddy. What a interesting hatching. The small green couldn’t remember if hers had been this eventful but she bet it had been. Idly she wondered if it would be over soon. She was starting to get hungry and the flying meat only intensified the feeling.

[Avu]

Tap. Tap. Tap. Ichor-stained claws rhythmically beat against the shell of the Red Rose Egg, and finally, as if obeying the gold’s command, the shell was peeled away and a mint-colored green Salamandyr rolled out. Sprawled flat on her back, she blinked at the sky. Blink. Blink. She focused on the Red Wine Gold, who eyed her impatiently, as much as to say, About time. And immediately she bounced to her feet and purred silkily, sucking up without the words to go with it. But it seemed to please the Red Wine Gold, who turned her back on the last two eggs, both of which were spasmodically wiggling in their perches on the Sand, to flick her tail dismissively towards the crowd.

CrazyYours. Go. she commanded. Her frill flared, but she didn’t bother to hide the words from being broadcast. Now.

Now? echoed the Red Rose Green.

NOW. And that was the end of the conversation. The gold hissed and the green Salamandyr leapt into action, darting towards the crowd in a random direction only to find herself pinned down forcefully by her gold ‘master’. The Red Wine Gold hissed again, claws raking down the green’s back as punishment. No. /Mine/. NOT Yours. /Go/. A shove, the gold releasing the Red Rose Green from her claws.

Yours. Not Mine, echoed the green, appeasing; she crooned low in her throat before she turned and leapt into the air, gliding forward as the Red Wine Gold stared after her intently to make sure the green didn’t accidentally steal Hers. Her eyes whirled rapidly as she watched her smaller sister’s progress, but she was interrupted by two simultaneous cracks – the Kisses Egg and the Silk and Velvet Egg both shattering, revealing the last two of the clutch. The Silk and Velvet Blue Salamandyr seemed content to lay sprawled in the ruins of his egg, staring blankly up at the ceiling and emitting a curious chittering sound that sounded suspiciously like giggling, but the Kisses Green Firelizard sprang to her feet and immediately started to flap her wings, slinging egg goo everywhere.

The slimy string of goop that landed across the gold’s head very effectively distracted her and earned the Kisses Green a loud scream of fury. The Red Wine Gold whipped around and sprang for her just as the Silk and Velvet Blue Salamandyr rolled over onto his side, one flailing wing catching her paws. Down went the gold, hitting the ground and tumbling in a show of complete clumsiness. In the crowd, the Red Rose Green turned anxiously to look at the gold, who rolled to her feet and hissed with such malice that her nose wrinkled.

Crazy. Baby. Eater. hissed the gold, each a vicious insult.

The Kisses Green fluttered her wings and leapt into the air, without even looking at the gold Salamandyr. Through the air she breezed, head held gracefully high. She orbited Cr’oph’s head once before she settled neatly on M’kai’s shoulder with a quiet, very majestic twitter. She’d always known who she wanted, after all, so wouldn’t he please feed her? And do it right too or she’d be forced to show him how it was supposed to be done. Immediately.

Eat her? the Red Rose Green called back to her sister anxiously, turning as if to scurry back to the gold’s aide. Not that it was necessary; the Silk and Velvet Blue was still sprawled inelegantly across the floor, oblivious to the amount of hatred compacted in a small golden body such a short distance away.

NO. YOURS. barked the gold, her hiss turned on the green for a moment before, trusting that her orders would be followed, her attention was lowered slowly back to the blue, who gave the same giggling chatter, blinking up at her uncomprehendingly. Fool, the female hissed, taking a dangerous step closer; her body was close to the ground, practically slinking now, her snarl displaying needle-sharp teeth. The Silk and Velvet Salamandyr squirmed on his back, cooed up at her, and then giggled again. Fool! Crazy up. NOW.

Miiiiiine? inquired the blue curiously, rolling onto his feet and blinking owlishly at her. Mine mine miiiiine~ A tilt of his head, and then the Salamandyr uttered the same trilling chirping giggle. Oh, oh, he’d made a funny~

Sending a look of supreme haughtiness towards the Silk and Velvet Blue, the Red Rose Green slid around the crowd, craning her neck to look up at them. She wasn’t allowed over there but…here was her territory, yes? Her eyes glowed in delight before she leapt upwards, latching onto Jingth’s tail and crawling up the gold’s back, ignoring the loud snort of protest before she flung herself off, sprawled on M’ta’s head, and jumped off again. And then she pranced to her Bonded’s feet with a glance to make sure the gold approved, but the queen wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to her anymore. Anxious and slightly sulky, the green coiled around Yoalla’s ankle and licked her, commenting, No Yours? That was the right thing to say, wasn’t it? Another glance back at the Red Wine Gold, who was straddling the Silk and Velvet Blue now, growling low in her throat at him. Well…she’d ask but she was so terribly hungry. Anyway, why wouldn’t she be allowed to pick Yoalla?


01. Candlelight Egg – Brown firelizard Sneak, Impressed to M’ta
02. Red Rose Egg – Green Salamandyr ???, Impressed to Yoalla
03. Red Wine Egg – Gold Salamandyr, throwing a fit at the Silk and Velvet Blue Salamandyr
04. Black Dress Egg – Green Salamandyr Vex, Impressed to R’wign
05. Hidden Fire Egg – Blue firelizard Tizzy, Impressed to Nautic
06. Kisses Egg – Green firelizard ???, Impressed to M’kai
07. Nighttime Egg – Brown Salamandyr Jiggles, Impressed to Cr’oph
08. Slowdance Egg – Green firelizard Bonnie, Impressed to R’ven
09. Silk and Velvet Egg – Blue Salamandyr, giggling at the Red Wine Gold Salamandyr
10. Eternal Love Egg – Bronze firelizard Mother, Impressed to Nephele
11. Proposal Egg – Blue Salamandyr ???, Impressed to S’kor

[Avu]

Red Rose Green
Name-
Species- Salamandyr
Color- Green (#9EFFC5)
Age- Hatchling
Looks to- Yoalla
Appearance- This green is actually on the large side, and, as if to make up for her dismal lack of intelligence, is actually extremely well-proportioned. Her body is not slim, though; this female is actually very muscular, giving her a rather thick look. While this may have marked her out as being odd-looking given that it limits her maneuverability and speed greatly, her entire body seems to be made to fit, from long, strong legs that can carry her with reasonable speeds – certainly nobody’s going to be calling this female slow – to a tail that’s quite thick, but very long to make up for it and almost prehensile. She’ll be able to use it to pick things up, swing from fingers and wrists using it, and snap it like a whip if she so desires. Her head is slightly on the large side, though with large liquid eyes to make up for it, and a snub nose that some will consider cute and others consider ugly – beauty is, after all, in the eye of the beholder. Her wings, however, are huge: Easily large enough to have her gliding or even flying if she manages to figure out how to use the winds to her advantage (unlikely).

In color, this green is stunningly pale. Her hide is mint green, a matte color so bright and so pale at the same time that it can be blinding and makes it hard to see where each part of her ends and the next begins, for even shadows and highlights on her hide are negligible. Fortunately, a drizzle of darker green runs down her back – and very dark, it is. It borderlines black, standing out sharply from her hide. It looks honestly as if someone’s dropped a black thread along her back, for it twists from side to side, never running straight down her spine, or settling until it fades back into her original pale mint shade halfway down her long tail. Always the line is crisp and it’s possible to find an exact place where it starts; only the end fades at all. Her frill, however, which is quite large and will look quite impressive when displayed, does fade: From her original color that extends outwards, the color turns about halfway out darker and darker until it hits the very edges of her frill, which are almost pitch black.

Personality- This green isn’t as intelligent as some of her kin happen to be. No doubt she’d like to think she is, but she just…isn’t. Her memory is, frankly, horrible; she can’t remember words or phrases that she hasn’t heard recently and even so, she picks up only a few words or a single phrase that she recycles until the next catches her attention and replaces it. Surprisingly, this works quite well, though, for this green Salamandyr was never destined to be a bold leader: She was Hatched a minion and she’s very good at that. Very often she’ll latch onto the largest or shiniest Salamandyr around (and only Salamandyr – dragons and firelizards she absolutely cannot stand, and humans are only tolerated) and bounce around after them, reinforcing whatever they say by mimicking them and strutting around as if she was really important. All comets need tails, after all. And really, she does make a good ‘tail’ (i.e. minion); this green purrs, sucks up, and is generally extremely obedient.

If she could be, let there be no mistake – this green wants to be the comet, and not the tail, in the equation, but though she tries to plot, will occasionally try to be venomous, try to be sarcastic and sneering, she’ll never accomplish it. Some people were just never meant to be noticed, and this female happens to be one of them. However, she does have the intelligence to know that – and she’s bitter about it, yes she is. Not openly (then she’d be abandoned by those that she trails around after!), but to herself and to her Bonded. Her person usually gets the brunt of her temper, her (admittedly incoherent) lectures and frustrated tongue-lashings, as well as physical attacks when her temper is particularly short and she knows that her babbling and hissing is not quite getting her point across. The sickly sweetness directed towards other Salamandyrs…? Nowhere in sight.

~*~*~

Kisses Green
Name-
Species- Firelizard
Color- Green (#476A34)
Age- Hatchling
Looks to- M’kai
Appearance- Despite her clearly green coloration, this firelizard is best described as looking like a stereotyped queen. She’ll grow to be very large for a green, topping out most other greens and a few blues, but not only in that she is large does she resemble her golden sisters – this green is, too, very muscular. There is none of the typical slim, agility-based build about her; she’s very clearly muscled – this, along with her size, means she’ll be able to carry much more than the average green. Her body is heavily muscled, but it appears as rotund sometimes – though each step will display her build to her advantage, if she’s sitting still, she simply looks plump. Her legs and tail, too, are very well-muscled, and can appear to be on the thick side. With a permanent arch to her neck, head carried proudly, it cannot be disagreed on: This green is a beautiful creature, as long as she’s moving; she’s positively liquid in her grace, despite her size, on foot – in the air, her wings are large enough to support her weight easily, so while she’ll never be as agile as some other greens, she’ll definitely outmatch them in endurance.

A medium green color that is vaguely reminiscent of leaves covers her entire body. It’s not a welcoming shade, but it’s far from ugly, especially since she has a distinctly metallic quality to her hide usually only attributed to golds and bronzes: She positively glows when she’s healthy, and when she catches the light just right, her hide seems to shimmer slightly. Her Bonded may have to cope with male firelizards thinking that this green is close to Rising very, very often, assuming that Hers keeps her well-tended to, since her glow is one that greens usually only acquire near Flight. Her legs and tail fades into a darker shade of green, and her claws are pure black, but by far her most remarkable coloration is blatantly visible on her wings. The membrane looks very much like camouflage, with darker greens and brownish-greens mixed among her usual shade; providing a kaleidoscope of shades. However, even she has not evaded the mark of having a Salamandyr sire: Black-green dots run in three rows down her back, one right down her spine and the other two on either side.

Personality- Somebody put a queen in a green’s body, for there is nothing meek or shy or even flirtatious about this green. She is, simply, regal. Majestic, with an air of hauteur constantly lingering about her, she obviously thinks very highly of herself. A decided haughtiness comes with addressing all creatures, be it humans, dragons, or firelizards like herself – and don’t even think about asking her to so much as cast a glance at any Salamandyr; they are so not worth her time! Fortunately, this haughtiness is often passed off as a cold aloofness – not many people recognize her disdain for what it truly is. This attitude is only broken when someone is doing something wrong – because obviously if you want something done right, she has to do it – and she’ll display a fussiness liable – in the form of insistent twittering in an extremely (rather undignified) high-pitched tone. Once said job is completed, she’ll return to being the ever-dignified, poised “queen”, pretending her frantic outburst never happened. Any references to it will be met with a blank, disdainful stare.

Whether or not this is a façade, an act, is anybody’s guess – is her memory simply very, very faulty? Nevertheless, if it is a pretense, it is a very constant one; never for an instant will this green drop it. Even to Hers, there is never a moment of affection, and indeed she often repels physical stroking unless she demands it – no no no; nobody can touch her, she’s too good to be touched by such commoners! It’s possible to drive her frantic if someone tries to cuddle her without her express permission and insists on continuing to do so after the first “warning”, so worried about her personal bubble this green can become. To those who respect her distance, however, this green – enslaves them. Or treats them as Drudges, at the very least; they are placed on Pern to do her bidding, and she fully expects them to – and is appropriately horrified when her orders are ignored or rejected. They need to bow down to their queen!

[Requiem]

He merely nodded at Erilena, a small smirk tugging at his lips. It didn't escape him that Nephele had taken to calling her 'Lena' as he had, though he didn't comment on it right at that moment. Nor did he acknowledge R'ven's comment with more than a chuckle and the lift of one brow, neatly dodging the flicked meat - though the expression likely was lost to R'ven beneath the brim of the hat. Most of his attention was on the greenhandler wriggling around like a man who'd lost his mind, and Dmitri barely repressed a snicker that would have been all too appropriate.

Of course, that was when the commotion coming from the clutch moved their direction, a nasty little gold screamer chasing a blue...firelizard...why wasn't he flying?...clear up Nautic's leg. Dmitri stared at the gold for a moment, relieved when she apparently decided the clutch was more interesting than any of the people standing around. Despite his efforts - and smugness at how effectively his little meat war was turning out results - he wouldn't wish her on any of the people here. Glancing at Nautic, his mouth twitched into a half-smile. "Too nice, I suppose," he responded drolly. "That or too pretty. You can thank me later," he added.

Glancing at the queen presiding over the last of her clutchsiblings...a number quickly diminishing...it became clear that there were only salamandyrs left. He shrugged. The risk was acceptable as long as there were still firelizards, but he really didn't care to remain any longer. The bluehandler slid lithely through the group of onlookers enraptured by the last two salamandyrs, taking the bowl with him. There was enough meat lying around for the last two...the kitchens wouldn't mind salvaging some. (He just wouldn't mention how many hands had been in the bowl. It would need to be cooked anyway.)

One more glance, and he moved toward the two browns and the Main Hall beyond with purpose.

---

Jingth had distracted him, the gold and Meira's question. Long enough to become the focal point of activity, it seemed, though why he could hardly fathom. "I suppose so. I will talk to him you kn-" The mind blossoming in his stopped him cold, his eyes going down to the...striped...thing that had slammed into his leg and was now attempting to crawl up it. He sighed...then glared at the creatures running around him and using him as a springboard. Was one not enough?

To prevent the creature from tearing his pants to shreds, he picked him up, locating the nearest meat bowl with no regard to the owner and offering it to the brown. No sense rejecting the creature or throwing a fit, though part of him...a part deeply buried...ached. Another brown firelizard. Not a mean one, no...pleasant even, and enthralled by salamandyrs. (Didn't want to leave, in fact, as he was fascinated with his golden sibling.) But he wasn't Jabari, and M'ta didn't intend to stick around, besides. But not before a green mandyr landed on his head. He hissed at it, and it sprung...fortunately.

What was wrong with these things? Why were they all congregating around him?

At the brown's burgeoning distress, it took little effort to entice PMS over - the blue was curious as it was - and that appeased his new acquisition long enough for him to mount Behruth at a near run before any more got brilliant ideas.The dragon swirled into the air, wordlessly reassuring His, who was nothing if not emotionally drained. The brown, who would yet remain nameless, hardly noticed...too enthralled by PMS, though he squirmed at the blue's affections. PMS of course could feel him through M'ta, and wasn't likely to be put off even so. Pretty, nice stripy brown.

M'ta felt a headache building.

[kat]

Well, maybe if she hadn't drank that wineskin, she wouldn't be so late. Not that it mattered, really. She didn't need one of the critters she overheard people talking about. Didn't need one, didn't even know if she wanted one. Still, those Salamandyr things? They were kind of amusing. Funny, amusing, and probably a lot more trouble than their hides were worth. Still, what did she care? Trouble was part of her name, quite obviously. Rayne was always into some kind of trouble, be it leaving an old Weyr, or flirting with the wrong person, or the lovely wine in which she'd just partaken a bit too much of. Still, she didn't stumble into the hatching, she was quite capable of walking on in, no matter how inebriated, if anyone pleased and thank you'd!

She figured she'd have missed most of it, so even if it was just to have a peek as a spectator, didn't matter much. No, not in the least. It was something to do, and that was always something. Besides, it would be neat to get a better look, right? Right. So, she walked on in, stifling a giggle that was really unbecoming of her. She'd had a touch too much, but oh well. Didn't matter. And besides, most of them were goooone. Yes, goooone. Oh well, that didn't matter either. She hadn't even decided if she wanted one, after all, and shot a grin and a wave at the person who was up there, at the front. Probably owned whatever it was that had hatched this lot. Wasn't it a firelizard that did it? Or one of those 'mandyr things? She smirked, getting a little closer to find out. Yup. Didn't matter, but this was kind of interesting, wasn't it? Kynoath was only mildly awake, and she was here, and none of it really mattered. After this, she would go eat something, because it was also something to do, right? Right. She grinned lopsidedly at the people around her, and sighed contentedly. What a life it was, such a great day to be alive. Nothing mattered, and it was always the best this way.

~~~~~~

Mihkal had been standing towards the back, just sort of there, as always. Just watching, just sort of there, trying not to be in the way of anyone, too polite to push his way forwards. Since the hatching where he and some others had not Impressed, T'lor had been trying to cheer him up. As if he needed it, or something. He wasn't dwelling on it like it was a failure. T'lor had dragged him on out to this hatching, though. Even though he'd protested it, and told him he didn't need to come. And he'd stayed here, nearer the back, than most. He had really wanted to Impress, but so had the others who hadn't. It didn't bother him and T'lor's capitalizing on it so much he didn't understand. He hadn't lost anything, and he'd promised his cousin he'd stand again.

Still, as he watched people Impressing, he was reminded of the hatching. It had been really exciting, and he'd really wanted to Impress when he'd been there. There was a tugging sort of longing even now, that wanted to Impress. Still, he couldn't figure out if this was just simply 'group mentality'. Everyone here wanted to Impress, he was no exception to that rule. T'lor suddenly was at his side, and shoved him forwards.

"Get on up there, there's only a couple of 'em left an' ah'll you been doing is standin' on th' sidelines watching." Mihkal nearly stumbled into the people ahead of him, and flushed a pale crimson as he apologized. Now he was finally near the front, but whether or not he wanted to be there was a different matter. There was only two left, anyway. Not like he had much chance, and embarrassing himself by being shoved up here made him look around warily. Not like anyone cared. Well, at least he could get a better look. That was at least something, since he'd only seen what he could see further back. It would be a little neat to see what hatched last.

~~~~~~

T'lor had only come along for the ride. He had Shith, but he knew his cousin, Mihkal, hadn't Impressed and was having a hard time socializing, for whatever reason. Maybe he was homesick, proverbially speaking. Traveling merchants never settled in just one place, maybe Mihkal missed it. T'lor had, until he'd Impressed. Now, though he sometimes missed it, he knew that he could travel anywhere on Pern as soon as he and his bond could between. So as he stood and wished his cousin the best of luck, he was staying out of the way a bit. If he Impressed and Mihkal didn't, that would have really not been what he wanted. Still, it could happen, and he really did think those Salamandyrs were the funniest little buggers.

There was only two left. So not much chance for anyone left over to get anything, and still there was a chance, so he was optimistic for his cousin's behalf. Still two left, even if it was only two. He smirked and leaned against the tree he was beside, stifling a yawn. He was kind of hungry, and wanted to be heading back as soon as this was done. It'd be done soon enough, though. Just that little spitfire of a gold left to go, an whatever was in that last egg.

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Talien had had mixed feelings about coming. After all, he was really busy lately, trying to keep busy until the next wher clutch. He had wrapped himself up in activities, chores, and whatever else he could, just to pass the time. He'd lived here his entire life, so it wasn't like that was hard to do. Hanging out with old friends, and keeping busy. Maybe he should have been making a few new ones, though. His old friends were taking on crafts or Impressing, and they were dwindling in number, they had less and less time. He should really make some new ones in the barracks. Still, after last time, and the recent hatching? Everyone there was just leaving. Too busy for him, with their new dragons or whers. He wasn't the sort of person to think much about negativity, though. He knew his day would come. He had also been thinking about what he would do with himself if he didn't bond. He was fairly talented in several areas, and good with working with his hands. There would be things he could do, therefor. He just needed to pick one. For now, he was a candidate, but he wasn't about to rest all his sights on bonding a wher. Because if it didn't happen, well, he'd need to do something.

He had been standing rather near the middle, and his thoughts were distracted. He actually missed seeing what came out of a few eggs, and his attention was snapped back into focus when a blond haired young man bumped into him and apologized. He smiled and nodded, then looked to see what he'd missed. There were only two left? Well, that was okay. He hadn't come here with any expectations. The wher hatching had taught him not to do that. It left you with disappointment, and it was better just to not expect and be surprised. So, he would stay until this was over, then perhaps think more on what he was going to do with himself. Perhaps he ought to meet someone new. The hatching had just happened, and there was no wher clutch. It was better than spending so many hours by himself, busy or no.

[rii]

Not one to want to displease a green, and one as wonderful as Feyrianth, Trilaranth leaned back against his clutchsister. We can call her bunny. Mine can call her Bonnie, it will be our secret and I don't think she minds. Quite certain of this, since any attention he directed the flitters way made the olive-green glow shamelessly.

R'ven arched a brow as the floppy hat turned and began a exit. Not even the courtesy of a good-bye. Lightly snorting, the smith turned slightly to peer over his shoulder at Erilena. "He's gone now, you can come out." He was fairly sure the harper couldn't throw the meat that far, anyway, not with such poor aim.

Another glance went toward Meira's direction before R'ven settled his gaze on the peculiar gold salamandyr. No sooner had he look than did he have Bonnie back on his shoulder arching against his face and demanding his attention. Still hungry, lovely one, and getting tired. There were so many around to greet that it nearly exhausted her. She lounged across his shoulder, shouldering against his neck and still sending out soft croons toward the present males as her tail curled continuously about the air.

Since he had already impressed, and doubted a double impressing, R'ven decided he might as well stick around and see where the 'evilgoldsisterthing' went..

[Avu]

Oh, oh, he’d Impressed. Jingth rumbled. Audibly. Her eyes swirled in amusement, but the gold, coiling around Meira, who was blinking at the brown attached to M’ta’s pant leg, did not intend to share Hers. Mimic was there, she couldn’t get rid of him, but she certainly didn’t want any others coming along and trying to claim her. Hmmph. Mimic cooed curiously, trying to peer over Meira’s fingers at the firelizard, but before he could do more than croon in delight, M’ta had already turned and…run away, leaving Meira staring after him, gaping for a moment before she leaned against Jingth’s nose, turning to kiss the nearest eye ridge. Let’s go, then? she inquired softly of the dragon, whose response came in the form of settling to allow her to mount.

MyLove will be fine. Please thank Yours for his concern. The gold’s head turned slightly towards Trilaranth, eyes whirling rapidly, before she canted it further to check if Hers was suitably mounted, Mimic still coiled around her wrist. Congratulations on your new pet, she added. Had she been less upset, Jingth would have been amused. Her pet had gotten a pet. She had a petpet. MeiraMyLove…? she added, privately, and at Meira’s mental acquiescence, she flared her wings and leapt into the air, spiraling upwards before turning towards the weyr. Gone, like, it seemed, several other people had decided to do.

Which did not make for a happy Red Wine Gold. The Salamandyr, who had been about to shred the Silk and Velvet Blue Salamandyr (still blissfully giggling at her), looked up suddenly, and her eyes narrowed. Red warred for dominance with shades of white, and she hissed audibly, leaping clear over the Silk and Velvet Blue’s head. Hers was leaving. Leaving WITHOUT HER. Actual panic flared across her eyes and she bolted through legs, ignoring any cuts her claws may or may not have inflicted as she darted over feet shamelessly, little more than a bolt of gold. Hers was NOT going to leave her behind. She wouldn’t stand for it!

Meanwhile, the Silk and Velvet Blue rolled onto his feet and sneezed before he started towards His, crooning happily to himself. And then he forgot to move one of his forelegs, and managed to plow himself flat on his muzzle, rump sticking comically into the air. A wriggle, and he righted himself – and then giggled. Oh, oh, he was funny. It hurt but it was funny and funny was good. Funny funny. He was so funny. The Salamandyr wiggled and then took another few steps forward before he tripped over…absolutely nothing…and toppled tail over nose, landing flat on his back, gazing at the sky. He tilted his head further back and then squirmed against the ground, shameless. Since he obviously couldn’t move…

Miiiine, he called to Erilena, and then giggled. Mine mine miiine nine? Nine mine nine nine miiiiiiiiime mime? Had ErilenaHis seen him? He was so funny when he fell! Giggle, giggle.

Much more gracefully, the Red Wine Gold was streaking through feet before she leapt onto F’lyn’s leg, darted up over Terilyn, onto the bluerider’s head, and threw herself off again, hissing in agitation and blurting a very loud, broadcasted, STOP! Glided, until she slammed into someone else, leapt – until she smacked into Dmitri’s shoulder and clung, claws scrabbling for purchase before she righted herself and rubbed her entire body against his jaw, crooning desperately. Didn’t he know she loved him terribly? Why would he want to leave her? Please stop. Love you, love you HarperMine please stop, please love me?

01. Candlelight Egg – Brown firelizard Sneak, Impressed to M’ta
02. Red Rose Egg – Green Salamandyr ???, Impressed to Yoalla
03. Red Wine Egg – Gold Salamandyr ???, Impressed to Dmitri
04. Black Dress Egg – Green Salamandyr Vex, Impressed to R’wign
05. Hidden Fire Egg – Blue firelizard Tizzy, Impressed to Nautic
06. Kisses Egg – Green firelizard ???, Impressed to M’kai
07. Nighttime Egg – Brown Salamandyr Jiggles, Impressed to Cr’oph
08. Slowdance Egg – Green firelizard Bonnie, Impressed to R’ven
09. Silk and Velvet Egg – Blue Salamandyr ???, Impressed to Erilena
10. Eternal Love Egg – Bronze firelizard Mother, Impressed to Nephele
11. Proposal Egg – Blue Salamandyr ???, Impressed to S’kor

[Avu]

Silk and Velvet Blue
Name-
Species- Salamandyr
Color- Blue (#277096)
Age- Hatchling
Looks to- Erilena
Appearance- This Salamandyr is a special one. He’s large for a blue, probably measuring nose-to-nose with many brown Salamandyrs. However, he’s also very tall. His legs look as if they’re stilts, too thin for his otherwise slightly chubby body and certainly too long to make for any sort of grace. And, though this blue’s pace is smooth and one step will carry him quite far, they do have such an embarrassing tendency of getting all tangled up along with his tail, which is extraordinarily long and thin, as if someone grabbed the tip of his tail with one hand, held his rump in place with the other, and pulled. His frill is equally gigantic, but while most Salamandyrs display with pride their frills, this blue can’t – or he’ll overweigh and fall flat on his face, as if tripping hadn’t done enough of that already. At least his wings are appropriately sized for a Salamandyr – but, by the same ticket, generally useless for any real gliding or flying.

His saving grace is likely his color. In itself, it’s not incredibly attractive, and even lacks any glitter or gleam, but the blue is a bright one, with only a hint of dark gray in it. It has some odd, almost random darker and lighter points, making him look as if his hide was just a little wrinkly, but it’s certainly an illusion. Across his back, as is typical for brown, blue, and green Salamandyrs, are spots. These spots, which are made of a brighter, almost sea-blue color, are not truly spots though – they’re rosettes, like those on a Terran leopard’s fur. They’re extremely bold right down the line of his spine, running in two rows, but they can be found elsewhere – namely, his frill. These rosettes will rarely be seen, but they are visible, faintly transparent and rippling with the waves of membrane that make up his frill.

Personality- If it were possible to get drunk without actually drinking, and be in such a state constantly, this Salamandyr has achieved it. He’s amused by the oddest and most random of things, and is capable of producing a sound somewhere between a trill and a chirp that sounds very much akin to giggling – and happens to be his way of showing his amusement. It doesn’t help at all that this blue is a complete klutz (and finds his own face-planting to be quite amusing, giggle!) and has a tendency to trip while walking over flat, stable surfaces. This is less his fault and more that of his body, but it looks downright comical nonetheless, will result in a muzzle that’s almost constantly bruised and sore, if not a few more bruises and cuts on his hide. If he hadn’t the embarrassing tendency of sprawling every few steps, this blue would actually be very speedy – graceful, even. But if for whatever reason he doesn’t trip (unlikely) this blue simply won’t know what to do with himself. Because tripping is…it’s funny…?

‘Carefree’ is a word that accurately sums up this blue’s take on life. There isn’t a serious bone in this Salamandyr’s body and he’s almost constantly lounging, giggling to himself at the funny trees, and oozing hearts at His. Because he adores His, he really does. This Salamandyr would do almost anything for His – anything that does not involve serious contemplation or eloquence, that is, for his memory (and indeed his intelligence) is seriously lacking. While he does remember words, they’ll generally be the ones that are the least helpful to any given situation, tend to be completely random, and there’s only one in every fifty that actually makes the slightest bit of sense. And he likes to ramble. It’s quite possible that whatever he’s burbling out (and broadcasting; he’s very fond of broadcasting!) makes sense to him, but likely as not it makes sense only to him.

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Red Wine Gold
Name-
Species- Salamandyr
Color- Gold (#F0BC00)
Age- Hatchling
Looks to- Dmitri
Appearance- This gold Salamandyr is made conspicuous by her majestic, glorious, wonderful size…or, more precisely and a little less kindly, lack thereof. She’s absolutely tiny, able to curl up completely in the palm of one’s hand and go completely unnoticed. Likely most bronze Salamandyrs will outweigh her, but what little bulk this gold does carry is carried proudly and actually very elegantly to make it look like she’s quite a bit larger than she really is. Her wings and frill both add to this illusion – the latter being extremely large for her body and when extended, looking very much like it could send her flat on her face from being too heavy at the top. Fortunately, her wings balance that out – perhaps they were inherited from her firelizard dam, for they’re certainly large enough to carry her easily into long glides, as well as tangle her feet and trip her up if she’s not careful. From a slender body emerges an equally slender tail, though it’s a good deal shorter than a typical Salamandyr’s, more akin in proportion to a firelizard’s. It’s still quite long enough to wrap around things and to balance her out, though – if barely.

In color, this queen is as unmistakable as she is vibrant. Across her body is a shade of pure gold. It doesn’t tint on either yellow in the least, leaning more towards orange, but it’s metallic enough that she’ll actively shine when light falls upon her. If this color, very much fit for a queen, wasn’t enough, an array of markings are sprayed across her as well. The gold darkens to almost black at her muzzle and tail-tip, while both of her wings’ membranes are pale enough to pass for off-white, especially when the light passes through them. The almost-black runs in a long line down this Salamandyr’s back, and across this line the white-gold is drizzled like icing across it. Splashes of a gold that is almost bronze pepper her back as well; there’s no denying that this gold looks very much like an appetizing little cake that just happens to have wings and a tail.

Personality- What this female lacks in size, she makes up for by having a very big personality. Unfortunately, this could hardly be meant in a less horrifying way. Temperamental, vicious, arrogant, and snappy sum up this gold Salamandyr very nicely. She’s prone to throwing fits to get her way, and she certainly isn’t above attacking someone far, far bigger than her (like a human, or a dragon) if the mood hits her. No, they don’t have to annoy her – if they’re actively in her space, they’re open for attack. Be warned; small though she is, this gold Salamandyr is nothing short of absolutely fierce with her teeth and claws, and likes to cling – and chew if she can. Even more dismaying, this gold is hideously intelligent and picks up on words and phrases ridiculously quickly – especially insults. She adores insults and will often go out of her way to make someone spit out a few just so she can remember and reuse them when she needs to. Chances are, even any words of adoration are likely to be simply insults uttered in a crooning tone. Still, those are rarely heard; this queen has a tendency of storming dramatically around, throwing her negligible weight around, and insulting anyone who dares stand in her way.

Unless it’s Hers. For whatever reason, she has absolutely no feelings of irritation ever with Hers. No; this gold absolutely adores her person to the point of being annoying in her lavish attentions. Adoring, obedient, sickeningly sweet, and openly affectionate, she seems like quite a different Salamandyr compared to the vicious little monster displayed to other people. Of course, being draped over her human’s shoulder nibbling the nearest ear affectionately won’t stop her from hissing and spitting at passing people, firelizards (the entire species of which she loathes on sight), Salamandyrs, and dragons. Her unpleasantness and insults are just something that Hers will have to learn to put up with. Another thing that Hers will have to learn to deal with is this female’s tendency of radiating her emotions; if her person isn’t focusing it’ll likely be quite easy to be overtaken by whatever this queen happens to be feeling at the time, be it fury towards someone else or absolute sickening adoration towards…themselves.