set this ballroom aglow [mandyr/flit hatching]

[Rei]

((Leo will be his name and I <3 him. Unfortunately my chari seems to feel otherwise xP))

Erilena froze. No. nononononono. Horror washed over her face and she paled visibly, hand shooting out to grab R’ven’s arm to steady herself. Oh Faranth no. A mandyr. She had just unwittingly caused her dragon irreparable harm hadn’t she? Nephele had said as much anyway. Trembling visibly she covered her face with her hand and struggled not to cry.

Feyrianth nuzzled Trilaranth and started to answer when the anxiety from hers washed over her. The green began to tremble and her eyes whirled with yellows and oranges. Hers was oh so upset. What had happened? That was when the four legged green felt the other presence in her Erilena's mind. Oh they had gotten a little friend? Then why was hers so upset about it? Rising to her feet the green scrambled over to hers to butt her head against the girl’s legs. Erimine? What is wrong? The fear in her mindvoice wasn’t hidden, and she crooned uncertainly. Erilena fell to her knees and threw her arms around the green’s neck burying her face in the soft hide. “Oh Fey I am so sorry.” She began as the tears began to fall from her eyes. Crooning uncertainly the green nuzzled hers, her wings fluttering in anxiety.

The Silk and Velvet blue was confused. This was not the happy feelings he wanted to feel. He loved his. Did she not love him? Why? Creeling in upset his eyes whirled in unhappy shades, a weird parallel to his previous mood. He was still hungry. Flipping back to his feet he tripped and stumbled to some fallen meat. Cramming it in his mouth he creeled again. Mine. Nine. Luv? Mine? The green weyrling flinched visibly and closed her eyes. Go away! She didn’t want it. Couldn’t it see that!

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(will add in the others soon)

[Requiem]

Stop? He glanced back over his shoulder, wondering who the gold was screaming at now. Not seeing her immediately, he shrugged and continued walking...not even feeling the small body hit his shoulder. A little impossible not to notice the warm body rubbing up against his neck and the crooning though. The harper faltered to a stop, which was likely a very good thing, because the moment she spoke to him the sheer power of her emotions made his knees wobbly, the bluehandler groping for a tree and sagging against it.

Such distress and love all at once was too much for him (conflicting emotions that they were), and sent him groping for the cool, solid presence of Dmisk. He felt as if his mind might explode. The blue took him deeper, briefly, until the smothering sensation left his chest, then released him again, leaving Dmitri gasping and staring at the small creature who quivered and clung, visibly paling right on his shoulder. Harpermine? Harpermine sick? Let make better, then Harpermine love me. She whined softly, pawing at his jaw and neck and licking where the irregular pulse throbbed. See? She would fix him and then he'd love her, right?

Shardblasted thing. He was tearing up. Tch. Dmitri stroked her, which immediately had the small creature perking up. "I'm not sick. You're getting me icky." He wrinkled his nose. Salamandyr saliva. "Can you clamp down on the emotions just a bit? Gonna drive me crazy. Yeah, yeah, I love you, okay? Just calm down." An explosive croon issued from the gold, her color returning almost immediately. Harpermine best. Drive you crazy always, she responded affectionately. "You're demented. No, you're Dementia. Hear that? Dementia's your name." Best, she purred.

Now that Hers loved her...she issued forth her proclamation to all her subjects (while gliding down to perch daintily on the big bowl of hers and soothing her hunger). Is Mine, babytargets. Go now. Her attention shifted to the crying babytarget, who had caught the attention of Hers, eyes slitting, and she hissed. Only her hunger kept her from attacking the girl. How dare she upset Dementia's harper? Cry, babytarget, cry, she snarled nastily. Give reason cry much, giggler babytarget. A threatening slash of one small foreleg in demonstration, and she crooned soothingly to Hers.

Go now? Babytargets unworthy.

[Tashe]

Somehow, he missed Dmitri leaving. Most likely because he was enthralled with his new hatchling, his eyes hadn't left him since Tizzy 'spoke.' And when they finally did leave the flitter, Nautic couldn't find his so-called-friend. "Dmeetree?" He swung in a circle, holding Tizzy to him so he wasn't dislodged. Finally he located the retreating boy and trotted after him, trying to catch up with the other Wherhandler. "Tiz. Can you say Tiz?" "Tssz." He almost squealed, how adorable. "I don't know whether Absy will appreciate me bringing a flitter home..." The Blue then hissed loudly, he was not a firelizard! Nautic faltered as the hatchling sent him a picture of a Salamandyr. "Huh?" "Tssz Mnndrr." Oh no. Did Tizzy actually think he was a Mandyr? First an alcoholic, and now a species confused flitter. He shrugged. Like with Absinthe, Nautic would let Tiz think he was anything he wanted to be.

"Dmitri waai-ahh!" The evil Gold lept onto him, and then left as soon as she had arrived. Fortunately, she hadn't seemed interested in his Blue. No, she was interested in... no. No, that was just too good. Trotting up to Dmitri's elbow, Nautic did his best to not break down laughing. Oh what a suiting pair they made! "D-dmi..." Not laughing was interfering with his speech. "You... heh... impressed the... Grouchypants." He laughed, because he could no longer hold it in. But conscientious of his Flitter, shielded him with his arms in case the little brat decided to attack. "Looks like Wherhndlers... are cursed to impress... Mandyrs. Absinthe will be sooo... happy to meet her." Actually, he intended to keep both of his pets (including Mouse) away from the Gold. At least until they both got separate apartments, then he could do little to keep his Salamandyr away from Dmitri's if she wanted to see her.

[Kisha-Ra]

Yoalla still couldn’t see a thing, although the sheer amount of mindspeech she was being assaulted with, as well as various cries of dismay and arguments, let her know that there were salamandyrs hatching rather than firelizards. It seemed odd that a queen could be confused about what kind of eggs were which though. She looked at the golden bulk that was part of the obstruction to her vision and shrugged.

In fact, she decided as some more shouting kicked off, she was rather glad the young gold was between her and whatever was actually going on. She was still listening avidly, and wondering whether to retreat and wait for a clutch of firelizards, when a green salamandyr leapt off the gold dragon’s back, onto the head of the short angry man, and off onto Yoalla’s foot. Well she’d just wait patiently until it moved on, salamandyrs didn’t like flitters, so clearly this one would leave as Yoalla had two bonded to her (yes, she had missed R’wign’s Impression of Vex).

No Yours? The oddly focused little voice inquired. Yoalla rolled her eyes. ‘No, not yours.’ She replied calmly, getting annoyed with them hadn’t worked for other people, maybe a display of decisiveness would. Or not. The green continued to ascend until she could hop onto Yoalla’s wrist and cling there. No. Yours. Eat her. NOW! She insisted, most put out by the way no one was paying attention to her.

Lao returned to Yoalla, and landed softly on her shoulder, fluting a sweet little greeting as he always did. Wait! What. Was. THAT? Another green! Another green dared to come and try and steal his person? Lao’s wings flared out as the bronzegreen firelizard shrieked an objection to the horrible frillgreen that was climbing all over his person.

Yoalla winced, and raised a hand to bat at Lao, forgetting that the now very sulky green salamandyr was clinging to her wrist. The little beast went flying along, attached to her perch only by her long tail. NOOO! NOWNOWNONOOOOOW! came the furious objection as the salamandyr dropped, and clung to Yoalla’s face rather than be moved any closer to the interloping firelizard. In sheer fury and frustation the green sank her teeth into the edge of Yoalla’s nostril, prompting a loud and very colourful stream of curses from the girl.

‘Get off, you little bastard child of a goat and a whersport. That hurts. You are the devil, you miserable beast.’ No? The Devil? The Devil now yours. The salamandyr seemed to consider this statement, letting go of Yoalla’s nose in the process and the wherhandler wasted no time in sweeping The Devil off her face before she was bitten again. ‘Yes, you. You are The Devil.’ She agreed, hey if it wanted to be called The Devil, then it could be. It was certainly accurate. Time to stuff meat in The Devil so she went to sleep. Maybe she’d wake up in a better mood. Yoalla hoped so.



My babies best are! Imp announced from the empty nest, displaying his multihued frill with what could only be called fatherly pride, even if he didn’t actually sire the clutch. All gone now best babies. Better Showoff babies are. Heeheehee! It was possible that the bronze might have expounded forever on the many ways in which ‘his’ babies were best had Darya not chosen that moment to come forward and scoop him out of the empty nest.

‘I’m still ninety percent sure those weren’t actually your babies Imp.’ Darya told the salamandyr, though it didn’t stop Imp from Displaying and twisting to watch as many young salamandyrs and firelizards as he could. Darya was just glad she’d avoided Impressing any of either species (hence not grabbing Imp sooner, she’d had terrible feelings about what might happen if she went near that nest), she felt one bronze salamandyr with a passion for firelizards and one mute green firelizard was quite enough drama for her.

Speaking of drama… Darya homed in on Feyrianth and Erilena, recalling the weyrlingrider’s name at the last moment. ‘Come on, girl, don’t cry over it. They can be quiet sweet pets really. You only hear about the worst ones.’ Darya really lacked the ability to be comforting, the tone was right, but the words, as they so often were, were all wrong. babymineyours good. Love does. Play nice. Imp added, not to be outdone by Darya in the failure to comfort stakes.

[Ruby]

"Jiggles? Nice," M'kai snorted. He snagged the meat out of Cr'oph's hand, playfully jostling his twin as he did. Things had been weird between them for a little while, but everything seemed to be settling out just fine, which made M'kai very, very happy. Taking a half-step closer to the clutch at Futh's silent mental urge, he glanced back at Cr'oph. "I am impartial, but Futh wants one. Honestly, I think he'd prefer a 'mandyr, since he wants someone to talk to. So we'll see." Ignoring Jiggles' hissing and confusion, M'kai just focused on the clutch. He would do anything for Futh, truly.

Futh crooned right back at his "younger brother", oblivious to Mavenath's potentially dangerous musings. Thank you, Mavenath! Futh purred, obviously flaunting his violet splatter. And you get bigger every day. Not too long, and you will catch me up, he added, dipping his head below the small bronze's to make his point. Have you begun your official lessons yet?

Shaking his head at the two dragons - who'd think that a young blue and a baby bronze would strike up a friendship, no matter how close their riders? - M'kai turned his attention to the clutch. And a good thing, too. Some drama was going on between the recently hatched gold salamandyr and her smaller green sister. Neither of them seemed about to impress when two more eggs cracked open, spilling another salamandyr and a green firelizard into the sands. Egg goo flew everywhere, narrowly missing some of the closer people, and splattering the Gold. Anticipating another fight, M'kai bounced forward on the balls of his feet, ready to intervene if it got to vicious. But no- without even a glance at the Gold, the Green took off, making a beeline for Cr'oph. Ready to congratulate his twin again, M'kai started visually when he felt the impression occur. Different from Futh's, but no less profound, he felt the Green's weight settle comfortingly on his shoulder.

M'kai was all ready to coo and adore when the green trilled again, then cheeped in annoyance. Perhaps she had made the wrong choice after all; where was her food? Finally understanding right about the time the Green's voice hit an almost inaudible pitch, M'kai delicately offered her the jerky. Nibbling daintily on an end, the green shot him a significant glance. She needed a name, didn't she? "That's right," M'kai muttered, thinking for a minute. "Reina, I think. Sound good?" The green trilled, liking the regal sound of the name, and continued eating her jerky. Futh, distracted from Mavenath for a moment, craned his head towards her, greeting her gently. Good day, little ReinaMine's. I am Futh. Cocking her head at Futh, Reina looked him over and promptly decided to ignore him in favor of meat. Futh just rumbled indulgently, happy with his new aquisition. He liked greens.