start of something legendary [faerie hatching]

[Requiem]

Nothing wrong with bringing a nice, heady red to a Hatching, nor with toasting every new weyrling pair. Except perhaps that her buzz might be edging a touch toward drunk now. Oh, but that green had gotten the girl good, hadn't she? Hm, mm, could just stay here on her special low row - don't make the gimpy dragonhealer climb a bunch of steps or squeeze past too many people - but she was fairly close and that was a lot of blood, now, wasn't it? She saw the boy moving but didn't recognize him as one of the new journeymen from this distance, and Meira was solid enough of course of course but, well...curiosity. Seemed far too much fuss going on for that one little scratched candidate. Maybe they just thought the sight would be offensive to the hatchlings. Heh.

Stepping down off the stands and into the warm sands with a whirl of her cane - and a particularly awkward stumbling step for her troubles - she raised her bottle in the direction of Jingth and took a nice big swallow. To the dam! And as she hobbled up not quite so straightly to the knot of activity, she did not in fact find a limb detached, or puncture wounds fit to pierce a lung, or even the swelling that would have indicated at a glance that hey some ribs here are broken. Nope, looked just like some nice slashes down the girl's side. Not unlike similar scars down Kalierre's side, before she slew the feline who gave her them. A dark little chuckle, as she drew a feline in the pool of blood-soaked sand while she passed.

Half-stumbling into Aephon, she shoved him aside with an elbow. "Tch. Gawking at her titties, boy?" Another chuckle. "Why don't you do it when she's not soaked in blood. Off with you." Then she upended her wine bottle over Jenna, the wine running down her side. Alcohol was good for more than just toasting hatchlings. "Sorry, girlie, didn't mean to get it in your hair." A hand had shot out, quick as you please, to steady the girl at the sting of the wine, strangely far more accurate than the dragonhealer's stumbling steps. Kalierre couldn't help but giggle. "There we go. All fixed. Stop clucking, you hens, and let her kill her feline before you bury her." Trust Kalierre to treat Meira as a subordinate, pretty gold dragon or no.

Fumbling at her side, she pulled out padding, fine cotton padding that would absorb the bleeding and pushed some against Jenna's side. Placing the girl's hand over it, she stated, "Hold it." Then pressed more in place down lower, holding onto it herself as her other arm wrapped around the girl. "Lean on me, if you want, but we'll finish this together, hm?" Yes, she'd heard the pleading, poor child. And everyone acting like she was dying where she stood. Sillies. "Then they can carry you away if they want to." Glancing down at the empty bottle still clenched in her fist against Jenna's stomach, she pouted. "Tch. Now how will I toast the last four. Meeeeiiiira! Do you have any wine?"

[ravenmane]

He was late! So sharding late! Where had the time passed too? Why hadn't he realized the candidates had been summoned? The dragons humming was certainly hard to miss. Shells! He. Was. A. Sharding. Wherry-brain. Hardly one to curse even on the best of days, Raythael was swearing up and down, right and left. Faranth forbid that Jingth realized that one of the candidates supposed to be there for her children was completely and utterly absent. For the most part that is.

A drudge had come to the stables to clean only to find Raythael, in his work clothes and knots secured on his shoulder, doling out affection to a pair of runners. Needless to say, the man had been quite irritated to find a candidate as far away as possible from the Hatching Sands and still be in the Weyr. A beautifully colorful river of curses had flowed out of the drudge's mouth and he chased Raythael from the stables. Only way to deal with wayward candidates is to chase 'em! At least that was what the man seemed to think.

After running across the Weyr like a mad headless wherry, Thael was close to his destination. Only... he was terribly late nor was he dressed in the proper attire. Bugger. Sharding idiot. Raythael muttered angrily under his breath as he paused at the passageway that also acted as the entrance of the Sands. The boy walked quickly towards the resting place of the Faerie clutch, but indecision and the sight of a girl's side covered in blood kept him back. He wanted to go in. He really did, but there was no doubt repercussions from being late and... Raythael hated the sight of human blood. Animals were not a problem. Humans... a completely different matter.

Ugh...

[Avu]

She hesitated. Visibly. The scratches were fairly bad, but it was mostly the puncture wounds at the base of each scratch that had Meira really worried, where Riavorth’s weight had come down on Jenna on impact with the Sands. And there really wasn’t that much more of the Hatching to go, and she understood wanting to stay for the whole thing. She did. But…a bag of what were undeniably medical supplies flying through the air and coming to land almost directly at her feet distracted the goldrider momentarily, Meira automatically turning to look for the provider.

Oh, E’rro. Gratefully offering the brownrider a brief wave, Meira had just turned back to Jenna, chewing on her lower lip, when – A Phremath’s, Jingth commented mildly, sounding more curious than concerned. And yes, indeed, a Phremath’s. Meira blinked at the dragonhealer, who was…carrying a bottle of wine. Um – still, seniority. She was accustomed to deferring to Kalierre’s judgment, after all.

“I’m sorry, I don’t,” she replied blankly at the question aimed towards her. “Ah – E’rro threw this down from the Stands, if you need anything in there…” The pack was offered to Kalierre, Meira’s hand hovering slightly just in case the greenrider, who seemed more than a little tipsy, needed the additional support – or perhaps it was more for Jenna, who was offered a brief, awkward smile of encouragement.

Fortunately for Jenna, the last few eggs seemed to be fairly willing to Hatch quickly. The Will o’ the Wisp Egg shattered just as the Faun Egg began to perform elaborate twisting rocks, the Leprechaun Blue’s gaze switching between the two interestedly. The Will o’ the Wisp Green seemed disinclined to notice him, though, in favor of stretching out her own wings and examining them intently. Even her blue sibling’s low whistle did not catch her attention.

Looking more than a little disgruntled, the Leprechaun Blue turned away without waiting to see the Faun Egg’s Hatching, pacing across the Sands towards the little gathering of human beings. The blood on the Sands went ignored entirely; he chirruped obnoxiously in Riavorth’s direction, actually batting his eyelids at her with the draconic equivalent of a smirk. Did she still want to hit him, hmm?

He didn’t wait for a response, instead opting to twist around the legs of His, commenting in a voice like silk, Hel-lo there, I’m Sfelyth and you, Ae’on, are lovely. Maybe even my favorite, though of course it’s difficult to match up with Riavorth there. Feisty, you know? I kinda like it. You need any help here, or can we provide urgent medical attention to my stomach instead? The blue nudged at Aephon’s thigh, licking a wet stripe against the fabric.

The Will o’ the Wisp Green, who had Hatched with her back to the commotion, flared out wet wings, flapping them experimentally, and, sneaking a brief glance at her parents, crawled carefully away from the eggs – only to pitch herself into a rapid forward motion, wings straining wet and dripping, to flight. She succeeded only in crashing headlong into the Faun Egg, denting the side just as a brown leg emerged from the bottom. A squawk, and both fell over each other, a crumpled egg still encasing the Faun Brown’s torso.

01. Selkie Egg- Hatched green Iwyrth, Impressed to Ithanna
02. Faun Egg- Hatched brown, tangled with Will o’ the Wisp Green
03. Elf Egg- Hatched blue Umaheth, Impressed to Mayari
04. Will o' the Wisp Egg- Hatched green, tangled with Faun Brown
05. Nymph Egg- Hatched green Riavorth, Impressed to Orena
06. Brownie Egg- Hatched blue Wridelth, Impressed to Syrene
07. Pixie Egg- Hatched green Quixoth, Impressed to Raebeli
08. Leprechaun Egg- Hatched blue Sfelyth, Impressed to Ae’on | Aephon

[Avu]

Leprechaun Blue
Name: Sfelyth
Impressed to: Aephon | Ae’on
Color: Blue (#4545ED)
Appearance: Sfelyth is medium-sized at best, small at worst, for a blue. Due to his build, though, he tends to look smaller than he is – for this dragon’s entire body is sharp angles and a slimness that’s just on this side of being skin and bones, the layer of pure muscle between hide and bones almost invisible. However, the absolute strength and grace trapped within his serpentine body, formed almost like a tunnelsnake’s in how long and thin he appears, will define just how healthy Sfelyth is: When he’s unhealthy, be it from long inactivity or sickness, he tends to look deflated.

On the ground, Sfelyth has a peculiar slithering grace that’s walking the line between beautiful and terrible. Certainly there’s a predatory edge to it that makes it darker than the usual gait, almost hypnotic. In the sky, however, there’s none of that darkness: Sfelyth is poetry in motion in the sky. His wings are large and slender, allowing him to go as fast, as slow, as he could possibly want. His endurance is impressive for such a small, slender creature, and his agility will surely be that of legend.

Sfelyth is as stunning in color as he is in flight. A deep violet blue covers his hide, actual purple hues sliding in glimmering undertones beneath every fluid motion. The gleam of hide over bone and muscle would be fascinating enough, but Sfelyth also wears several markings unique to him. The first is a mask, covering his entire face and draping lopsidedly across his left head knob, made of a lighter violet color. But the swirls painted across his ‘mask’ aren’t pure blue – they look, rather, as if somebody had taken shimmering, translucent gold, had painted it on over his blue. The same transparent gold hues edge his wings, and appear in mirages on his sides and flanks.

To most, Sfelyth’s emotions seem highlighted in his eyes – but ultimately, that’s not true. His eyes reflect what he wants them to, and nothing more: Only someone very, very close to him would be able to pick out the faint threads of what he really feels beneath everything else. One thing that his eyes also reflect is light – or rather, the first transparent eyelid reflects light, very well, well enough that Sfelyth can actually see at night just as clearly as he would see in daylight.

Personality: Sfelyth is a difficult creature to read. This blue seems, to most, to simply be friendly – perhaps overly so. In fact, his particular brand of friendliness is a bewildering mix of charisma, irritating cheerfulness, and a puppy-like perseverance – as well as flirting. Because, yes, he regularly flirts with any dragon nearby, female or not. For the most part, he flirts playfully, with the intent to cuddle, though Sfelyth certainly isn’t above wooing a female right before she Rises in order to gain the upper hand. However, Sfelyth also seems to have a “never Catch or cuddle with the same dragon twice” mindset, preferring to make his merry way through the majority of the Weyr unhindered by previous encounters.

To those that rub him wrong, though, Sfelyth is unexpectedly antagonistic. This generally equates to bronzes, the only dragons exempt from his flirting policy. To them, Sfelyth tends to act incredibly cocky and arrogant – and even though fighting, both with words and with his body, will come naturally to him, he doesn’t seem to like to be the first one to lash out. A little more surprisingly, Sfelyth is terribly clingy to those that he’s actually close to – a number which will be very, very few, since his blatant flirting and slight air of arrogance tends to make it hard to form bonds that aren’t superficial.

Possibly the most surprising of all, Sfelyth is actually an incredibly intelligent creature, very perspective, and something of a natural leader – perhaps it’s the fact that his arrogance and intelligence just need something worthwhile to be channeled into, for otherwise Sfelyth will be very, very restless and tends to get himself into trouble. No, really. Sfelyth seems to be a trouble magnet. He doesn’t actively look for it (or so he swears) – it just finds him, invariably, wherever he goes. And just because Sfelyth usually can come up with the strangest and oddest of solutions to get himself out of trouble, and finds it incredibly amusing and exciting…well. That doesn’t mean he’ll come out unscathed by any means.

[Ember]

Ack! Crying girl, crying girl! Aephon never had much resistance to tears and that hadn't changed since coming to the weyr. He sighed, quite disgruntled by the turn of events but she wasn't dying. If they wrapepd the wounds she should be fine for the last bit of the hatching. As she bumped into him both of Aephon's hands went to the girl (careful to avoid certain places) to steady her. "Easy. Fine, yo ucan stay just..." he began but trailed off as he was shoved aside roughly. "Hey!" Oh. Kalierre.

Drunk Kalierre. Bother. Still, the alcohol... "I am not gawking at her titties," he hissed, embarrassment making his cheeks burn red. "I'm a Healer." Figures she'd forget. He made a point of not leaving entirely though he did make sure Jenna was stable before moving out of Kalierre's way. Frankly, he didn't trust the woman not to do something stupid while drunk. As he let Kalierre do her work (which was actually logical for a drunk person) he quickly stripped off his outer shirt. "Meira, let her borrow this if she wants," he told the goldrider before tossing her his shirt. Maybe coming from a female it would calm the girl down more.

Despite the wine Kalierre seemed to have things in hand so...what was his purpoose there anymore? He turned to head to the stands or something but found himself confronting a blue hatchling. "What? Move you little - " Hel-lo there, I’m Sfelyth and you, Ae’on, are lovely. Maybe even my favorite, though of course it’s difficult to match up with Riavorth there. Feisty, you know? I kinda like it. You need any help here, or can we provide urgent medical attention to my stomach instead? "Hah? My name is Aephon, thank you. And why are you telling me this? Go find someone else. I'm not interested."

That was, in fact, a lie. As soon as he'd locked eyes with the gorgeous blue he'd felt a flood of emotions he hadn't been expecting and was busy trying to deny they existed at all. He was not bonding to the beast. Most definitely not. He started walking pointedly towards the stands but the blue followed him cheerfully. Nope. You are Ae'on now. Now come, help me fix the empty hole in my stomach, the blue all but cooed at him. "Leave me alone," Aephon - or was it Ae'on now? - growled back.

Amusement drifted through Aephon/Ae'on's mind for a brief moment before it faded and he heard an abrupt shuffle in the sand behind him. Help! I've fallen and I can't get up! It was surprising that Aephon/Ae'on didn't get dizzy or fall on his own ass with how quickly he turned around and all but dashed to the side of the blue. Amusement flooded his mind suddenly, almost like laughter, and the blue gazed up at him with serene blue eyes. Got ya!

"You! You...you...ugh. Stupid airmeatface! Fine! I'll feed you!" Without even waiting for the blue - his blue - Aephon/Ae'on stomped over towards the meat to feed the dragonet. This time the amusement in his thoughts remained and he snorted. "Damned thing invading my mind. Get out." And suddenly there was nothing from the blue at all and he whirled around, a piece of meat in his hand slipping free and hittign the blue in the nose. Now that wasn't very nice. I know you're angry but there's no reason to take it out on your lovely Sfelyth. "I - you - you left!" You asked me to, he said smugly. "Guh..." Sfelyth would take getting used to.

((T'san and Dso aren't doing anything much different than before. So yeah, too lazy to type them up.))

[heisokufire9]

Ashlyn blinked as the boy ignored her completely. She might have said something about it if the candidate master hadn't called for them to give the healers some room. She settled for shooting the boy a slight miffed look before returning her attention to the eggs. She wasn't surprised when the blue came over and the healer told him to go find someone else. She chuckled a bit when the boy finally accepted his dragon.

A green and a brown hatched next and Ash wondered who they would impress to. The pair were tangled up just now. 'I hope they don't hurt themselves.' Ash thought watching the two hatchlings.

XXX

Yukiro and Connor watched the blue hatchling go to the healer who was tending the girl.

"I don't think he saw that one coming." Connor commented. Yukiro smirked.

"No I don't think he did." the blonde agreed though he had to give the girl that had approached some props for approaching. Healers could be very touchy when they were working. The two returned their attention to the remaining eggs in time to see a green and a brown hatch and get tangled up.

"If they keep that up they're going to get hurt." Connor muttered. Yukiro just nodded. The brown was a handsome creature if a little miffed at being stuck under his sister.

[rii]

They weren't making grabs for her, aside from Aephon's brief stay of steadying hands, so maybe she could stave them off long enough to watch the last two eggs and hope. What she didn't anticipate – and who really could have? – the cold cascade of sour smelling liquid being poured over her side.. shoulder.. and part of her face when she had turned to see what was going on. Jenna spit the foul substance at the sands, moving away from the drunkard only to be snatched. The chest bindings soaked up most of the liquor, but the lower half of the slashes began to sting.

Jenna was, quite honestly, too stunned at the idea some drunken spectator saw it fit to come onto the sands to dump their drink all over her. How.. more embarrassing could things get. Nearly stripped, bleeding, on the verge of tears and now smelling like some cheap tavern wench. She suddenly wanted dearly to go... go where? home? A bitter laugh started to bubble up Jenna's throat as she glanced face to face, the last being Kalierre and her nonsensical babble of killing felines and burials.

Swallowing the thickness in her throat, Jenna found her hand pressing against the fresh pad, mumbling something incoherent as a show of appreciation when it dawned on her this woman – tipsy or not – was going to let her stay on the sands (the other healers had backed off, anyway). Whether or not Jenna was leaning on Kalierre, or the older woman was using her as a new crutch, had yet to be decided.

The blue came toward them.. !

Jenna felt her heart sink as he curled around Aephon. What luck, people in the stands and those that were not even candidates were impressing. She was making a bit of a fuss over nothing. A little too late to go back on her fight to remain standing on the sands, anyway. Jenna wiped away the tears with the back of her free hand.

It was almost over.

[Avu]

There was a brief flail as the two hatchlings attempted to straighten themselves out, made difficult by the fact that several of the Faun Brown’s limbs were still trapped inside his crumpled egg – and that the Will o’ the Wisp Green was squirming and wriggling without heed as to what damage it might cause. Fortunately, they flopped apart, once again two separate creatures instead of one entangled green-brown, after a moment of pause, the Faun Brown redoubling his efforts in order to free himself from the egg as well as the Will o’ the Wisp Green merely panted for a moment.

Finally, she huffed a breathless croon to her brown sibling, who blinked serenely at her with one wing, half of his tail, his head from the base of his neck, and three legs poking out of the ruins of his eggshell. Finally he seemed to notice the blood that had soaked onto the Sands, though, offering a startled chirp of dismay.

The Will o’ the Wisp Green spun, head tilted in confusion as to what had caught the Faun Brown’s gaze, and her eyes widened in utter, comical horror at what she beheld. The next minute, just as the Faun Brown started to croon comfortingly to her, she bolted across the Sands, straight for little gathering of people, slipping and skidding and tripping in her urgency. Ignoring every stumble, she finally flopped onto the Sands, sides rising and falling rapidly with the intake of breath, and gave an ear-splitting keen.

I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I was so busy trying to fly and I didn’t notice, I’m so so sorry! Love, JennaMine, please please stop leaking, how do we fix it? Fix her, fix her please, for the green’s distress had been broadcasted widely, the little hatchling too worried to bother with keeping any of her words private, I love you, I do, can you ever ever possibly forgive your Versaith? I didn’t mean to be so late, I didn’t, I /didn’t/! Fortunately for Jenna, Versaith seemed to have the presence of mind not to immediately press up against her and risk knocking her over again – but she made up for that with another loud keen of distress.

Left behind by his sister and looking a little confused, the Faun Brown chirped, and then blinked. Well…greensister had the leaking human under control, so that meant he could concentrate on not being an egg with limbs, right? Right. Just needed to free one last wing and his near fore, and then he’d be freee. Except that there’d still be an egg around his torso, but surely when he got his foot free and made it to his person, they could help him with that.

Yes. Good plan. The Faun Brown shifted experimentally, and a few pieces of his dented and broken shell dropped from his body to the ground. He shifted again, and then actually flapped the one free wing, sending another little cascade to the ground. Just a feeeew more times…

01. Selkie Egg- Hatched green Iwyrth, Impressed to Ithanna
02. Faun Egg- Hatched brown, trying to escape his shell
03. Elf Egg- Hatched blue Umaheth, Impressed to Mayari
04. Will o' the Wisp Egg- Hatched green Versaith, Impressed to Jenna
05. Nymph Egg- Hatched green Riavorth, Impressed to Orena
06. Brownie Egg- Hatched blue Wridelth, Impressed to Syrene
07. Pixie Egg- Hatched green Quixoth, Impressed to Raebeli
08. Leprechaun Egg- Hatched blue Sfelyth, Impressed to Ae’on | Aephon

[Avu]

Will o’ the Wisp Green
Name: Versaith
Impressed to: Jenna
Color: Green (#2D4B25)
Appearance: Very much on the small side, Versaith won’t ever measure at the smallest, but chances are she’ll come pretty close. It doesn’t help that she’s all sharp angles and bold lines, no gentle curves as is typically considered ‘feminine’. The green is, simply, scrawny. Slim at best, downright skinny at worst, Versaith has a hard time putting on weight, which, fortunately, is probably a good thing given her habits – she needs a whiplash body capable of hard sharp turns, otherwise she’ll end up crashing spectacularly pretty early on. And her body provides her with just that, with stick-thin limbs and a long, limber torso that slides into a thick tail that makes a lovely rudder.

Her wings are short and very wide, ending almost halfway down her tail instead of near the base – practically made for taking turns that would scare any reasonable creature to death. Versaith isn’t really graceful, won’t be when she’d older and definitely isn’t while she’s still young, but that’s not because she can’t be. It’s mostly because she’s so fixated on speed constantly; it leaves much to be desired with her form. But as long as she pulls herself around the turns she takes, chances are that nobody’s going to be complaining – especially if they’re riding her, where they’ll probably be trying not to vomit.

A relatively dark green color washes over Versaith’s hide, with more than a hint of gray to it – in fact, it’s almost more gray than green, though the shade does stand out enough to mark her as undeniably a female of the lower rank. Even more undeniable are the lighter green tabby markings that cover her body, starting at the tip of her muzzle (they form an M shape on her forehead) and continuing down her neck, across her sides and down her spine to cover her flanks and marching down her tail. They become almost more zebra-like around her legs, and appear in half-transparent brushstrokes across her wing membranes.

With eyes capable of seeing in the dark – or more specifically, an eyelid capable of reflecting enough light for her to see with – Versaith’s Rider ought to beware; her daredevil tricks will hardly be limited to the daytime when she can see so well by simply lowering a single eyelid in the dark…

Personality: Versaith is basically addicted to adrenaline. The green possesses a serious overabundance of energy and no matter how much exercise she gets, she’ll always seem to have more. It’ll translate into thrill-seeking and attempts at aerial-battle very early on – or just plain fighting, when she can’t fly yet. Versaith has a hard time figuring out when she should stop, too. As may well be expected, this means an extremely high number of accidents and errors. Fortunately, some of them will be small – but given the nature of Versaith’s entertainments, a few will be very large and potentially fatal if Hers doesn’t manage to control the green when she gets her ideas.

The green tends to come across as highly reckless, stubborn, outspoken, generally brash – Versaith will probably rub others the wrong way quite often, but she can’t help it. She loves feeling the rush of adrenaline, that’s all, and she can’t see why anybody would blame her for that. Very loud and outgoing, the green tackles everything that heads her way with over-the-top enthusiasm, a brightly naïve kind of outlook saying that everything will fall into place, everything will be fixed, and they’ve just got to wait it out. Along with that outlook comes a ridiculously high pain tolerance. Fortunate, given how often Versaith will end in the Infirmary.

With her Rider and closer friends (whom she’ll undoubtedly try to drag into her wild schemes), Versaith is just as excitable as with everyone else. She has a protective streak a mile wide, though, and she’s much more careful with their health than she’ll ever be with her own. Her heart’s definitely in the right place, let there be no doubt; Versaith will be all but inconsolable if one of her friends so much as chips a nail because of her. Fortunately, given that Versaith keens very loudly when upset, those that Versaith considers to be her ‘friends’ will probably never leave a very small circle; her abrasiveness tends to be rather off-putting and she is a little on the controlling and overbearing side.

[Kisha-Ra]

Mort actually missed the first hatching due to his footwear malfunction and the actions of the gold, who moved away from her brown friend (what was he to the gold anyway, obviously not a mate since she was a queen, a brother maybe? Or an uncle? How far did dragons acknowledge their family ties?) to pick up, of all people, a boy who’s name Mort could not recall but who was clearly having a protest as to his candidate status, or maybe the dress code, since he was dressed in red. Lucky sod, he hadn’t been halfway through a bath had he?

Oh a blue had managed to Impress without him even noticing. Sneaky baby. Mort wasn’t entirely certain he liked the look of the girl that blue had chosen though. Never mind there were more babies to watch now! A pair of greens, seeming opposites, one pale, one bright, one patient, and one not. Oh and one apparently Impressed and one not too. He was so sure the pale one was going to choose, er, whichever of the twin girls that was.

Oh apparently she was going to have a person she’d chosen at random from the stands. Wasn’t that just like a baby anything? They were cute, but rather troublesome, too, and that one was probably going to be a handful and a half if her first actions were anything to judge by.

However Mort’s hopeful eyes were soon drawn back to the remaining unhatched eggs, because, of course, anything for him would still be in there. Another green emerged, pretty enough but rather disappointing to Mort, and a second blue, was the whole clutch green and blue? He was seriously beginning to doubt there was a gold in these eggs at all. He was also seriously beginning to think that his feet were blistering despite all his shuffling. Well that would be a fairly embarrassing thing to go to the healers with later. Yet another blue? Mort’s attention flicked back to the eggs again, eggs were more important than feet, feet healed.

The blues were cute, Mort decided, maybe he wouldn’t mind a blue, if blues and greens were all that was available. It didn’t look like some people got a choice anyway, judging by the stands climbing green. Eventually one of the two Impressed, to another girl Mort noticed, obviously Jingth had imparted her dislike for boys onto her babies, so even if one of the last eggs was a gold, it would probably go to a girl and not him. That was a shame, he’s have to wait forever, or at least months, for another hatching. How disappointing, and after all this. Oh maybe forgetting his shoes was putting the dragons off too. That was rather stupid of him. He’d definitely remember them next time!

Oh he sooooo did not want a green though! Not if they were all nasty like that! Mort instantly formed the opinion as soon as the green’s claws dug into, some girl, Mort couldn’t recall her name either. He was terrible at names unless he went out of his way to remember them. Ah never mind, that healer boy was doing something more useful than throwing a wobbly now. Shame the horrible little green was still in the way (it could just be that one he supposed, the other greens seemed pleasant enough).

Oh, so one dragon was going to choose a boy, but Mort couldn’t help but notice, the one boy Jingth seemed to favour. She’d all but put him in with the clutch, probably if that girl hadn’t been hurt she would have pushed him at the right baby. Well, just wait, Mort wouldn’t let his queen choose for her babies! Not that he was going to Impress her this time around though. The last two hatchlings were a brown and another green. Not even a bronze? How strange. Ah well may as well see who Impressed the last two babies. Maybe when Jingth was gone he could get some of the eggshells, they’d been so many colours, and perhaps all the new weyrlings would like some their dragons’ eggs, on a necklace perhaps. Assuming he could match the eggshell to the new dragon. Now let’s see the first hatchling was that blue from the brown shelled egg that went to eyeliner girl…

[heisokufire9]

Ashlyn sighed as the green went over to the girl that had been mauled. 'Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait.' she thought. She was sad yes but happy for those that had impressed. She was also glad that none of the babies had gone between because that would have been just awful. She glanced at the brown that was stuck in his shell.
'Poor thing, I hope his bonded is here to help him.' she thought and decided to stay and see who impressed the pretty brown.

xxx

Yukiro watched the green go impress leaving her brown brother stuck in his shell. He wondered if the hatchling would be able to get out.
"Should we help him?" Yukiro asked his brother. Connor shook his head.
"His bonded will help him out." Connor answered. Yukiro nodded though he felt bad for the poor brown.

[Rowana]

Nabrik watched as a few more of the dragons chose Candidates. Was it just him, or were they all picking girls? Well wasn't that just totally unfair. He continued to cross his arms, now looking quite sour and pouting. If the dragons were all going to pick girls, why didn't someone tell him? He'd thought guys were supposed to have a better chance. These dragons would clearly weird. Alph, still watching from the Stands, could sense his bonded's growing unhappiness and offered some helpful advice. Be nice, or Jingth eat! Nabrik snorted, but eyed Jingth cautiously. Could she read his thoughts? Dragons could talk in your head, was it possible? He'd better not insult her babies anymore just in case. Being eaten wasn't on his list of things to do before he died, but it might be his last.

Well, one of the blues had picked a boy after all. The weird temper throwing one. Nabrik scowled. He wasn't even sure that boy wanted a dragon, why was he here? One of the girls was looking bad after a green had charged her, but she'd managed to Impress too. Were there perks to getting mauled or was it unrelated? He'd had to think that over if he was still here next time. One dragon was left, however. The biggest of the clutch, even if it wasn't one of the shiny ones. Nabrik stared at it in determination, as if he could will the hatchling to come to him. It had worked on Alph, why not now?

[rii]

Ignoring those fussing around her, Jenna kept her gaze firmly on the remaining two hatchlings. There was still a chance and she absolutely refused to give up until all was said and done. Only then would she allow her self to worry about where she would go from here. Because there was no way she was going to stick around and live as a drudge, doing the cooking and laundry – that had been part of what she had been running away since being a little girl, wasn't it?

A green began to run toward them, and Jenna bite down on her lower lip as she tried not to get her hopes up like she had done with the blue. There were others around her, after all. Closer, closer, flopping and flailing as the green was through the unstable sands. Crashing to a halt just at her feet with a keen that made her wince.

I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I was so busy trying to fly and I didn’t notice, I’m so so sorry! Love, JennaMine, please please stop leaking, how do we fix it? Fix her, fix her please, Jenna released her captured lower lips, her mouth dropping open as she stared at the small, stripped green. I love you, I do, can you ever ever possibly forgive your Versaith? I didn’t mean to be so late, I didn’t, I /didn’t/!

Falling to her knees, Jenna wrapped his arms around the keening green's neck to comfort her distress. "I forgive you. You are here now and that's all that matters to me." Very true, as the heat of the sands was but a distant pain in her mind. Along with the gashes in her side.. having forgotten well that Riavorth had sliced through the bindings, for now the cloth – no longer held in place – unraveled to pool around Jenna's waist. JennaMine, please, you need to stop leaking. Make it stop. the latter demanded of the remaining healers. In a quieter tone she added privately to her person. Then maybe food – if my brothers don't eat it all, but only after you stop leaking.

"Alright, alright." Jenna pulled back, promptly blinking at the red shirt being offered to her. The warm rising from the sands and being felt on her chest made her realize the full extent of her nudity now. Oh. Her cheeks colored nearly as brightly as the shirt she took and pulled on over her head. It looked familiar... but a matter to deal with a later time. She rose and began the trek off the sands, Versaith speeding along ahead – only to stumble, burying her snout in the sand.

[kat]

Maya hadn't quite been addressed when a very familiar voice cut into her mind. She had stopped being afraid of Jingth herself the moment she bonded to Yue. She smiled a little as she realized that the blue would probably be disgruntled at having not one, but two nicknames attributed to him. She wasn't going to let him have his grumpy little way all the time, however. Umaheth was a mouthful in her mind. Even her own name had been shortened to 'Maya' since it was far simpler and easy to say. Plus she really did prefer it. And if Heth could call her 'Girl' then she could certainly abbreviate his name. It wasn't as though she had plucked a random nickname from thin air denoting her affections for him. That idea made her grin. He probably would throw a fit if she had.

In either case she was forced into having a very disgruntled Zexion glide back over to the stands, releasing a string of mutterings she could not decipher. The 'mandyr was not happy and she would have to make it up to him. At least he would be allowed to attend the hatching feast. She was sure she could procure an egg or two from the kitchen staff. If nothing else worked to placate the bronze, then that would. In the meantime, she gave Jingth an apologetic look. It was then that she spotted Emoyan giving her a bright smile--before he took off again. Towards a girl, it seemed, who had been mauled by that green? She had hardly noticed but now that she had...

We came all the way over here just to see that man and now he leaves? Ungrateful, is what I say,[/color] grumbled Heth, following the man with his eyes. That was when he saw Jenna, however. Jenna, who was wrapped about with bloody robes and being seen to by the healers. Jenna, who was hurt for Faranth's sake! How had they let this happen?! Maya didn't have time to get a word out. In the next instant the blue by her side had taken off like a feline with it's tail lit afire.

"Heth, get back here!" she called, but it was pointless. The blue was already over near the healers and Jenna, deftly making his way up to the girl to place forepaws on the stretcher and sniff at her wounds. Out came the blue's tongue, wanting only to clean up the wounds. Out it came, and out it stayed as another dragon came rushing up. He gave an irate little snarl sound as the tongue he had stuck out was now stuck between his teeth in a comedic fashion, looking for all the world like he was raspberrying Jenna. Obviously he was not stupid enough to interfere with an Impression, but he didn't have to be pleased about this! It was an interruption!

He waited for the green to say her bit but in the next moment he was, in the only way he knew how, attending to Jenna's wound. Maybe not the most sanitary thing in the world for a human but how was he supposed to know that? He gave the wound a couple of licks, nose crinkling up at the unpleasantness of human blood on his tongue. But at least it was clean, right? Hopefully the wound would stop bleeding. He glanced at the green who'd interrupted him and huffed hotly. Silly greens.

xXx

There was only the brown left on the sands now. The brown and a lot more candidates than could all possibly Impress. He didn't get his hopes up for this time around and it probably was for the best. He saw two boys standing near each other. So far only one boy had Impressed. The rest had been girls. The girls and that ridiculous red shirted guy who had made such a scene. Well he'd provided a source of amusement. That was something at least. T'lor probably appreciated that kind of thing from where he was sitting in the stands. Mihkal just shook his head. Dragons always knew, huh?

The brown was trying to free itself from the confines of its shell. He watched with a bemused expression. It would probably pick any moment now. He would have to stay to see it through but as his stomach rumbled he was reminded of the fact there'd be a hatching feast after. Though it was a highly social event he didn't mind. He was hungry besides and really there would be those who didn't Impress today. Maybe it would be a good idea to familiarize himself with some of them. After all he enjoyed solitary behavior--to a point. T'lor was always busy and it couldn't hurt to have someone just to pass the time with.

The brown was a nice looking thing. He remembered its egg had been pleasant to touch, too. He had guessed right on it, but wrong on the other egg he'd thought had a brown. Oh well. Lots of blues and greens. Lots of fighting dragons. Selenitas needed those kinds in more than one way. He wondered for a moment if there was any chance he'd Impress a bronze. Could you have one without being big on responsibility. Right--responsibility. More oiling, more bathing, more responsibility, period. Still, he had to wonder in that moment: what did he want from being a rider? To protect people he cared about. That much he knew. He could do that with anything short of a gold, but what else did he want? He didn't know...

[Avu]

Flap.

Flap. Flapflapflap.

Every movement of his wing sent more cracks splitting through the stubborn egg, until finally the Faun Brown made a low triumphant sound, getting his other wing free. His leg, however, seemed well and truly trapped for time being, and lack of opposable thumbs made attempting to get it out of the shell truly difficult. He wiggled slightly, and then sighed, resigned to his three-legged tripod fate. Well…it wasn’t that bad, right? The hatchling scampered forward on three legs, tail wiggling and making the hole it poked out of larger every passing minute.

Licking at his muzzle and blinking, he started across the Hatching Sands, an awkward little skipping gait due to his trapped foreleg. But no matter; he clearly knew where he was going. No wandering around the Candidates for him! Confident or not, though, hatchlings were clumsy creatures and the Faun Brown was hardly, especially with his self-imposed handicap, an exception. Halfway to his destination he tripped, muzzle-diving straight into the Sand. Dragging himself up and flapping wet wings hard to right himself, the male blinked, not really fazed by the accident.

They happened, that was all.

It appears I am last, he commented to His, cheerfully. I do apologize, Y’kiroMine. I didn’t expect Versaith to interrupt my hatching in quite the manner she did, but it’s okay. I hope you weren’t impatient waiting for your Auwanath to come to you. He nuzzled up to Yukiro, eyes a friendly blue. You should free me of this egg, yes? Then we can eat, and then we should probably make sure Versaith’s is okay. It looks painful, leaking red. I’m very glad you aren’t leaking like she is.

Poor, poor Jenna, leaking all over the Sands.

01. Selkie Egg- Hatched green Iwyrth, Impressed to Ithanna
02. Faun Egg- Hatched brown Auwanath, Impressed to Y’kiro | Yukiro
03. Elf Egg- Hatched blue Umaheth, Impressed to Mayari
04. Will o' the Wisp Egg- Hatched green Versaith, Impressed to Jenna
05. Nymph Egg- Hatched green Riavorth, Impressed to Orena
06. Brownie Egg- Hatched blue Wridelth, Impressed to Syrene
07. Pixie Egg- Hatched green Quixoth, Impressed to Raebeli
08. Leprechaun Egg- Hatched blue Sfelyth, Impressed to Ae’on | Aephon