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Post by kysseh on Feb 21, 2009 20:20:19 GMT -5
Absorbed with feeding both of her pets, Savitri was appropriately startled by the loud proclamations issuing forth from the bronze salamandyr on the cabinet. It didn't take long for her to recognize Showoff, and she just shook her head, lacking the energy and the motivation to comment on the 'mandyr's antics. Shadow's mental images turned sour, and the white 'mandyr pointedly ignored his sire. Savitri suspected that Shadow was sulking about having to share his humanpet and his food, and he saw the bronze as a threat. She lifted one finger to stroke her little spy, silently reassuring him that he was not about to be replaced. In her lap, though, Fish was insistently meowing for food, and Savitri had to keep a constant stream of tidbits moving between the bowl and Fish's mouth, not wanting the feline to shove her little silver head into the nearly-full bowl of-
Rys' voice near her made her jump a bit, nearly dislodging Fish from her lap. The young woman let out a long, slow breath to relax herself, lightly stroking Fish's back before turning tired eyes up toward the bronzerider. "This is for them. That's-" She gestured with her chin at the plate on the counter next to her, emphasizing the two meatrolls and the cut fruit on the plate. That, of course, made her wrinkle her nose as her now-shortened hair brushed along her jawline and promptly irritated her. She was letting Aliscia help her with the hair trimming next time. "-for me. I'm just not that hungry," she admitted, huffing slightly when Hepaticath gave her a rather irritable thought over the distance. "Besides, I'm busy feeding them, Rys."
She offered another morsel to Fish and glanced in bemusement down at the feline when it was not immediately snatched up. The little female feline's amber eyes were fixated on the floor, and Savitri had to quickly hold onto Fish before the feline made a move for the green flitter on the floor. From the green's antics, she surmised that the little thing had chosen Rys, and the goldrider flicked a faint smile up toward the bronzerider. "Go ahead and take some fish before she really starts making a fuss. Congrats?" Her gaze flicked past him to the remaining eggs, one eyebrow arching at the obnoxious-looking green in the midst of the clutch. How she pitied the poor people who wanted some of the little horrors. At least Rys' new pet seemed tolerable.
Ciceroth? Hepaticath ever-so-politely nudged at her bronze playmate's mind, not wishing to intrude if he was otherwise occupied. I do not want to be a bother... but, could you possibly tell Yours that Mine has not eaten since midday /yesterday/. She has not eaten properly since her clutchbrother passed, and she is purposely not listening to me. the queen added in concern, touching on Hers' mind at the hatching. Oh... Ciceroth's Rys had a new pet? Congratulations on the new little flitter. It looks very adorable. Hepaticath thought all firelizards were quite adorable, but greens were moreso than most, in her mind. She liked the color.
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Post by dragon on Feb 21, 2009 20:36:06 GMT -5
Storm swooped in an open window, chirring happily. He did a loop in the air over Ka'rys' head, and then landed trumphantly atop the cabinet, next to Zesa, his Queen. Cheeping a greeting to her, he thrummed for a moment, vibrating his wings for a moment as he scanned the room with his shining eyes.
Oh, so many people here for Zesa's babies! Good, good! He sidled sideways, and then dipped his head to the surface beneath him, and dropped a new shell shiney at Zesa's feet - a hatching day gift. Thrumming properly now, Storm then bothered to take note of all the other pets in the area. A ... A feline! What was a feline doing here? Felines didn't belong at hatchings!
And then all the noise coming from Showoff caught Storm's attention, and the flitter actually outright growled. Storm hated 'mandyrs, now, all thanks to Stupid, and he did not want Showoff that close to the clutch.
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Dorava looked up from her studies and research when she heard the hatching was happening. She looked over at Val, who was peering at a page, too, as if he was trying to read. "What do you think, huh? Should we attend?" She asked the blue.
Val looked up. Keep? He asked.
Do laughed, and scooped him up. "Okay." She then wandered over to the area where the flitters were hatching, dropping a knife off by the boy who was asking for one. "Here you go." she said, cheerfully.
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Post by Avu on Feb 21, 2009 20:46:44 GMT -5
As the Redwort Green continued to berate the innocent, shuddering Chamomile Egg, the distressed creels of the creature within was distinctly audible, until finally the small egg shattered to reveal a dainty-looking green that sprawled onto the bottom of the cabinet, panting with the Hatching effort. The Redwort Green's voice rose to a new pitch as she identified her problem as another flitter, who wasn't running -- or answering her! Answer, answer, answer! Her loud chattering was probably giving several people headaches by now, but the Redwort Green showed no sign of stopping until, with a terrified, unhappy creel, the Chamomile Green jumped into the air, disappearing between just as Zesa cried out indignantly. Both her clutchsibling's disappearance and mother's reproval silenced the Redwort Green, who flicked her tail indignantly, whirling to examine her choices.
If these people weren't going to appreciate her, why, then -- ! She'd just have to choose and make them regret it! With a sour hiss, the Redwort Green scanned the crowds and her gaze snagged on Ka'rys and Savitri. That one had meat, and what was she giving it to them for?! She should be giving it to her! Fanning her wings enthusiastically, the Redwort Green shot over the crowd, landing with a splattering thud in the middle of Savitri's bowl of dried whatever-it-was, and nipped defiantly at the goldrider's fingers. She was in the way! Bad Hers, very bad! The green drew herself up indignantly to snap again before her tactics changed and she butted commandingly at Savitri's hand.
No giving precious food away until she was sated!
The clutch sat, rocking erratically, for a moment, and then, the Cayenne Pepper Egg split, the fire lizard inside rolling out backwards and ending up in the middle of the eggs. With a surprised chirrup, the Cayenne Pepper Blue peered at the back of the cabinet, and then, at Zesa's warble, whipped around to appraise the scene, eyes widening in surprise. There was a pause as he took it all in: The bronze Salamandyr, the bronze clutchfather and his clutchmother, the Infirmary, and the people. It was almost imminent, the moment when he'd speak up and his temperament would be discovered, and he very promptly did so, the blue darting forward a step and chirruping excitedly to the crowd. Wasn't it just lovely, this? Lots and lots of people, and the world was so big and lovely! And so were his clutchsiblings; they were lovely too!
With an excited prance, the blue rubbed his head against the cabinet door, solemnly staring at Showoff for a moment. What was he? He wasn't a fire lizard. Not big enough, for a bronze, and he didn't have wings and he had a funny frilly-thingy around his head. The Cayenne Pepper Blue poked his head into the bronze's face briefly, cooing happily, before his stomach grumbled gutterally and he did a double take, staring in awe at his own midsection. So -- so loud and demanding and...and kind of painful. His happiness slipped away as he poked at his own stomach uneasily, and then, as the scent of food reached him, he perked up again.
What was he sad for? There was food, waiting for him! With a happy cheep, the Cayenne Pepper Blue took a scrambling leap off of the edge of the cabinet, dropping onto Farryl's shoulder and cooing excitedly into her ear. Wasn't food good?!
Meanwhile, the Borrago Egg and the Comfrey Egg began to rock, steadily, to their own inner rhythm...
Aha, here was the clutchsire! Zesa raised her head, warbling a greeting to Storm as the bronze approached, and even hopping forward a few swift steps to nuzzle the bronze flitter happily before his attention turned to Showoff and she rustled her wings, a whistle of agitation slipping from her. She didn't like the Salamandyr so near her lovely, lovely clutch, she didn't...good clutchsirepet, to try to drive him off! Cayenne Pepper Egg- Hatched blue ??; Impressed to FarrylNumbweed Egg- Hatched bronze ??; Impressed to W'riRedwort Egg- Hatched green??; Impressed to SavitriComfrey Egg- Rocking Borrago Egg- Rocking Chamomile Egg- Hatched green; WILDPeppermint Egg- Spiceroot Egg- Aconite Egg- Fellis Egg- Whitebulb Egg- Whitethorn Egg- Hatched green ??; Impressed to Ka'rys~*~*~ Redwort Green Looks to- Savitri Color- Green Appearance- It would not be exaggerating to say that this green is gorgeous, for she is precisely that when it comes to conformation. Large, expressive eyes are set into a delicately etched face - and indeed, her facial features are exceptionally expressive, feminine and easily broadcasting her emotions to anybody who so much as glances at her. Her head slides gracefully into a haughtily arched neck, the neck ridges blurred and definitely effeminate. Likewise, her body is flawless when it comes to proportion. Though she's not delicate, being well-muscled, the musculature showing clearly through her hide, she manages to pull it off nicely without coming across as bulky at all. Her frame is longer, too, as if to accomodate the extra muscling, and as thus, she nears the size of a blue rather than the average for a green. A long, thick tail is tipped by a surprisingly delicate spade, looking almost too small for her body, and makes turning too sharply a bit awkward, though it's barely noticeable, especially since, very much aware of this small imperfection, this green keeps her tailtip tucked neatly under her as much as possible as not to let it show. Long, wide wings are easily capable of supporting her weight, and though the width of her wings says that agility will not be one of her better traits, her endurance will definitely be noteworthy for a green. With a very distinctive, dark coloration, this green will blend nicely with the shadows - she's dark enough to be mistaken for black in bad lighting or in a brief glimpse, though brighter green highlights come out in her wings and neck ridges.
Personality- Snappy is this green. She clearly believes herself invincible, and it shows in the way she flirts with death - and scolds it if it comes too close to actually touching her. Indeed, tongue-lashings are depressingly common for this green - anything that rubs her wrong, irritates her, or distracts her from any given target, will be shrieked at until she's satisfied that they've learned their lesson - this, unfortunately, includes her mindmate and - oddly enough - inanimate objects. Should a tree block her way, instead of choosing to go around it, no doubt this green will scream for a while before popping between in a fury. Likewise, it's the tree's fault for being in her way, for in her mind, she can do no wrong. On the upside, she is possessed of an incredibly short attention span, and while her demands for attention, food, and love come frequently, the desire for such will only last a short period of time and she'll often be distracted, moving on to something else within minutes. Likewise, she rarely holds grudges simply because she can't remember that long. It's not unusual for her to wander off after a shiny because she's bored with Hers, steal the shiny from someone, and then drop it because it's no longer interesting, and then get lost before shrieking at someone and then going between back to Hers - all in the space of five minutes. Extremely haughty, she's not above nipping, scratching, or whacking people with her tail to make sure that she gets the brief moment of attention she wants, but fortunately, this demand for attention never quite extends to males, for this green is under the opinion that they should be demanding her attention - never the other way around.
Cayenne Pepper Blue Looks to- Farryl Color- Blue Appearance- The most outstanding feature of this blue is without a doubt his color. A unique, shimmering aqua stays pure throughout his entire body, without any darkening or lightenings at all. Only his wing membranes vary from that gleaming, brilliant blue color, lightening to the point of being nearly a pearlescent white color. Darker blue rims the edges of his wing membrane, throwing in a contrast to the much more cheerful color. Beyond his coloration, this f'lizard is anything but noticeable; his frame is normal-sized for a blue, dwarfing most greens but smaller than any brown; some blues will be larger than he and some smaller. His frame is slender, almost feminine in the sinuous, feline-like grace that he naturally possesses. Never will he be particularly strong, though, nor can he ever become bulky, and that's probably a good thing, too. Short, thin wings are inefficient at lifting and carrying him far, and as a result, gliding will be nearly impossible, and flying difficult, for he'll have to struggle to keep himself in the air. His tail, too, is slender and whippy, and, when at rest, this f'lizard usually curls it around his haunches like a feline. His neck slides gracefully into body and head both, and the definition that some flits bear in their jawbone is nearly nonexistant in this little one, though his neck ridges are surprisingly jagged.
Personality- Optimistic is this blue, for he'll never let anything get in his way for long. Rare is it that he's ever unhappy or dismayed, and his obvious love of life is infectious. He's the epitome of a best friend - cheerful, always there to comfort and croon, a shoulder - of sorts? - to cry on, and a confidant. Far from having the gossipy-nature attributed to his species, this blue will guard secrets with his life. While he's usually extremely graceful, if it takes it to cheer someone up, he can also be purposely clumsy to the point of being crippled, and rare it is that anybody can resist his delighted tripping and flailing around. With an affinity for music and laughter, this blue's usually bouncy demeanor can be calmed instantly by the sound of music, and often he'll reside into a dreamy silence when he hears it. While he adores the sound of laughter as well, his reaction is usually a heightened energy instead of loosening, and often he'll loop in the air to show joy. However, he does have his lazy sides ocassionally, and especially adores to lie sprawled in the sunlight's warmth, wings and limbs flopping where they may, and simply soak in the sun for a while. However, he's always up and ready to go for another adventure, be it high noon or midnight. It would be immensely unwise to trust him to be the voice of reason, for, though undoubtedly intelligent enough to read moods with ease, he often lets his desire for fun override any common sense.
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Post by antinanco on Feb 21, 2009 21:20:33 GMT -5
W’ri barely noticed as other people filled in behind him. He was focused on the rocking eggs of the clutch; he had never been so close to one before! Even Zesa’s scolding of Showoff slightly frightened the bluerider, so good was his front row seat. But beneath the nervous energy was anticipation and glee! This made him feel so young, like a Candidate again! Though his face remained a mask of stone, inwardly he was caringly reliving his youth and Impression of Angth.
A bronze broke through the first egg with a loud crack, breaking the rider from his distant memories. W’ri felt a slight smile tugging on his face as the small thing posed, scolding squashed Showoff just as his mother had. While he pretended not to be a superstitious man, in reality he believed in old wives’ tales more than the wives did themselves. So, to him, a first born bronze was a splendid omen! Little did the bluerider know, that little omen was for him.
A green hatched soon after that, sending the bronze darting to a surprised W’ri with highly undignified squeal. To his absolute bliss, the bronze wove his slender body around his neck, effectively claiming him as his, or so he hoped. And if there was any doubt then, then the newly born f’lizard dove into the bluerider’s shirt after another round of shrieking. Despite the very minor scratches that he received with a twitch, the man ecstatically fumbled with his bowl, waiting for the lizard to reemerge from his hiding spot.
Sure enough, the refined bronze’s head reemerged, large eyes whirling a famished red at an alarming and unusual rate, even for a hatchling. “Oui, there, little thin’!” W’ri cried with a chuckle, “Hungry, are ya? Don’t be so brass, it’s commin! ‘Sides, it looks like ya look like ya need a little meat on yer bones.” Food did appear in the form of little strips of meat dangling from W’ri hand, but as soon as they appeared they disappeared down the ravenous bronzes’ throat.
W’ri quickly worked himself into a steady pace, letting his arm do the work and his mind ponder. “… brass little thin’. I like that! Yes, yer name from now on will be Brass!”
Brass only paused from his frenzied consumption because W’ri had stopped supplying him as he announced his namesake. Instantly the flitter huffed and began chittering agitatedly, scolding his for neglecting to keep up his food supply.
W’ri discreetly wiped away a tear from his eye, blaming it on ‘those damn scratches on my chest’, then continued feeding his newest fitter.
Sensing his rider’s emotional sway, Angth checked in with a whispered, Did you get one, W’ri-mine?
[/color] as if the level of his mind-voice might disturb hatchlings. A bronze! His name is Brass! Can ya imagine that?[/i] W’ri replied, pride swelling his mind-voice to a much louder level Oh, yes! That’s great! Wonderful! I have to meet him![/color] the blue rebounded, squirming on his couch in the Weyr. ….He’ll probably be asleep by the time get there.Please please please please please?[/i] W’ri almost grunted aloud. Like a Candidate, Angth was sometimes. Alright, let him finish eatin’ first, though. [/i] Yay! Thank you, ‘Rimine![/color] And once he was done eating, Brass was quick to retake his previous perch on W’ri’s shoulder. His roost began making his way to the back of the crowd so others could have a chance at impressing, but he stopped as a Candidate began conversing with him—Malara was her name, he remembered. “Oh? Yes, well,” he coughed in an attempt to cover his blush, then stuck out his chest, “I was the only man in the front.” He paused as Brass swayed again, struggling for some witty dialogue to establish superiority once and for all. “If ya get one, remember, ya still have ta do chores!” Well, it was either that or brush your teeth after every meal.[/center][/font]
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Post by hseru on Feb 21, 2009 22:09:09 GMT -5
Oh, she gave a small gasp as the much smaller, newly hatched green flashed Between in reaction to her much louder and larger clutchsister. She hoped that the little one would survive the trip through the cold void, then living without a fair to guide her in the surrounding jungles. Maybe she would manage alright until she joined a wild group. Rozen held that in mind, feeling better about it, but now a bit unhappy with the loud Green.
Rozen would never admit that she was glad to have not been chosen by a flitter, but she was, just a little, glad that the loud, angry green hatchling had not chosen her. She was a beauty, for certain, but that personality... Well, it wasn't a worry for her now, and she quietly smiled at the young woman who now owned, or, rather in this case, was owned by the larger green. Sympathy, and just a touch of longing were in that smile.
Of course, she hid the scowl at yet another dragonrider impressing from the numerous clutch, but if one was chosen by a dragon, it was likely that one would also be chosen by a flitter. She didn't bother to note that the majority of the crowd that had gathered were riders, and therefore gave the hatchlings only a few choices between rider or rider, but Rozen was good at conveniently forgetting or ignoring such things.
There must be some connection... it was also likely to go the other way, and impression to a flitt likely would hold higher hopes of impression to their larger cousins. She hoped it might prove the same for her, but she began to mentally prepare herself just in case she didn't impress here.
She was intrigued by the idea of being chosen by multiple creatures, but it was not a new one, and she did not bother to dwell on it for long. It was long enough however, for another wonderful little flitter to emerge from the clutch and open his eyes to the world. Oh, he seemed so happy, this one! The blue hatchling poked himself, and Rozen gave a very un-Rozen-like giggle. He would be so much fun. She was understandably a little disheartened when the little one chose... you guessed it, another Rider. This one was younger though, around Rozen's age. She didn't feel as put out about it for some reason, but that didn't change her feelings of envy. Oh, the blue was a pretty one, and so much happier and quiet, especially in contrast to his clutchsister, the loud green. Rozen offered Farryl a congratulatory smile, then returned her eyes to the yet unhatched remainder of the clutch, pleased to see that there were still several eggs to go, with some already steadily moving with their occupants' attempts to escape.
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Lanthos was thoroughly scowling now, clearly unhappy with his inability to see. It was obvious that the flitters were choosing those closest to the clutch, but he'd already accepted that fact, and he could still just see that there were yet more eggs to go. Maybe the way would clear as more people impressed, and he'd be able to catch the attention of a flitter able to make it to him. He wasn't that far away, but to a hatchling.. it might as well have been the length of the Weyr. Of course, it was much more likely that he was underestimating the strength of the hatchlings, and driving himself into a premature funk because of it, but that didn't dawn on him.
The sudden turn in his bonded's emotions was enough to wake Pep, and he slithered up enough to peer out of his shirt, then climbed up to lay around his neck on the inside of his collar so as to see with the least amount of effort. Lanos Lanosbad? The question was sleepily transmitted to everyone within easy hearing distance, and Lanthos raised his good left hand to comfort the 'mandyr. "I'm fine, Pep. Go back to sleep." Obedient because it was what he wanted to do anyway, Pep tucked his head inside Lanthos' collar, and did just that.
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Post by Rowana on Feb 21, 2009 22:17:36 GMT -5
Farryl watched sadly as the new green was scared away by her sister. It wasn't nearly as sad as a dragonet betweening. She was only going wild after all, but Farryl was still sorry she wouldn't know the joy of sharing her life with a bonded. She winced as the scolding green made her way to Savitri. Though impressing was usually good in her opinion, she wasn't sure if such a demanding one was what the goldrider needed right now. But maybe she would calm down once she had some food. At any rate, Farryl's attention was soon caught by the next egg to hatched.
Oh, the little blue was a handsome fellow! And so cheerful and happy. Farryl couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. A smile that grew quickly into a grin when he chose to flop down on her shoulder. As his mind reached hers, she was reminded instantly of Tille and Peppeth. Oh yes, these three were going to keep her very very busy from now on. "Here you go!" She held up her meat roll for him to try. He nibbled a piece and, seemingly delighted by the taste, happily consumed the rest. Food was good!
What is it? Peppeth bubbled into her mind, practically tense with excitement. She could sense something different with her bonded. Do we have a new friend? Do we? Farryl laughed brightly. We do indeed! She joined with Peppeth so that the dragon could see the little blue fellow in her hands. Oh! He is lovely! What will you name him? I'm not sure. Farryl regarded the perky blue for a moment. How about Hobbs? Perfect! Peppeth squealed with delight. I want to see him! Will you bring him soon? Please? Farryl chuckled. As soon as he's had enough to eat. She could sense that the little fellow might be happy, but he was still hungry and she was out of breakfast to share.
While she glanced around to see who might have extra meat for her hungry friend, Tille popped into the room. No fair, Tille! Farryl heard Peppeth's wail as the little green left the dragon to visit her new brother instead. She flew to Farryl's free shoulder and examined the blue with curiosity and delight. A new friend to play with was always welcome! And so was breakfast! "You've already had breakfast, Tille," Farryl scolded.
She had spotted on of the dragonriders with a full bowl of scraps and, as yet, no fire lizard to feed. She was pretty sure he had enough to share if he did impress one so she approached to ask for some to feed Hobbs. She had never met this rider before, but figured today was a as good a day as any, especially since the hatching was probably putting everyone in a good mood. "Excuse me," she asked Sk'ler politely. "May I have some of your scraps? I didn't bring enough and Hobbs here is still hungry." She help up the blue fire lizard meaningfully, who chirped a happy greeting at the man and eyed his food hopefully.
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Post by glamourie on Feb 21, 2009 23:47:04 GMT -5
Off off off OFF, Showoff demanded, squirming in his spot. He ignored the firelizards, primarily because of the one sitting on him having his full attention. How dare she? Hissing in distress, he squirmed around. He did not like the feeling of being trapped. Fortunately (for him), that sensation lessened upon a flash of green flying past him. Mainly because the talons holding him down loosened some. Ugly green thing was distracted. He seized his chance to snake free from underneath her and crawled along the top of the cabinet door, his wings and frill ruffling in distaste. How dare she. He felt gross, as if he'd been violated. He promptly started grooming himself as best he could, daintily licking his little claws as his tail curled underneath him. The position was probably bizarre for anyone to behold, but since there wasn't any water nearby, he'd settle for the next best thing. Haaaarumph.
The hatching itself was primarily ignored by Ka'rys. His gaze was fixed on Savitri. "You'd rather eat that than fish?" he inquired, a hint of disapproval touching his tone. Red meat made Ka'rys sick. He didn't eat it as a result, and given a choice, would take properly salted and tended to fish if he had to partake of a formerly living creature. His preference was, however, to fruit and vegetables, with bread as a very close second. Given a choice, Ka'rys lived almost entirely off of red fruit and bread slices, and he felt no shame in that. However, it had prompted teasing from R'wign when he noticed -- mainly because fish was the one food the healer wouldn't touch. Ka'rys never asked why; he didn't want to know.
Leaning against the side of Savitri's chair, the bronzerider quirked an eyebrow at her 'excuse.' Ciceroth chose that moment to pass the gold weyrling's information along, and a slight scowl formed on his face. "Don't use that as an excuse," he stated as a feeling of alarm that wasn't his own flashed through his mind. Something was wrong? Ka'rys blinked, turned, and then felt a weight resting on his boot. His stomach did a flipflop and he blanched visibly, though he didn't make any effort to move. His eyes immediately dropped down to his foot, and he raised an eyebrow. "Don't think for one second you're off the hook, 'vi -- you need to eat as much as she does. Just because you're not hungry doesn't make not eating right. I'm almost never hungry, but if I'd gone --" He knelt down to pick the firelizard up, and he cupped her in one hand. She was tiny enough to fit and he couldn't help but cock his head to the side to look her over. She was kind of cute... for a green. But the alarm he felt had increased to blatant apprehension, and Ophelie landed on his shoulder soundlessly. He glanced at her, then held the firelizard up for her to look at, "-- a day without eating, you'd be lecturing me too. Look, Ophelie. What do you think of her?"
The older green gave a nervous chirp. She wasn't sure what she thought of the firelizard, but was saved from having to think about it as Hers reached into the bowl to retrieve some of the meat for the hatchling. Ka'rys eyed her thoughtfully, still trying to form his own opinion of the green creature in his palm. She was smaller than Ophelie was at hatching, he noted, almost with a scientific level of interest, and her color did not have the rich, mind-blowing blue low hues that made the older of the ... two...? greens that looked to him so dazzling. Hmm. She was pretty in her own way, though, and dainty the way she slurped down the fish as if it were the most delicious treat she could possibly think of. He had trouble avoiding a smile. What was he going to name the little creature, anyway? He wasn't very good at names, at least not that he thought, and she needed something that suited her.
Ophelie eyed the other green for a moment before finally throwing her nose up, as if in agitation. She didn't immediately scold, but there was no denying she was displeased. This was hers she was now being forced to share, and with one so small - another green at that. She didn't know how she felt. At least it wasn't being noisy, though. Maybe she could train it to be less like - like, well, its clutchsibling, and more like her. That idea had merit. Her eyes whirled, and finally, she gave an approving chirrup. If she could train it, it could be useful, particularly in her plans to teach the ugly red thing a lesson. Her gaze fell on Showoff and she swished her tail, a devious plan beginning to form.
"You'll learn to like her better," he consoled the green on his shoulder, and she bobbed her head approvingly. "What should I name you, hnn?" He held another bit of the fish over the baby's mouth and the tiny firelizard snatched it and began to eat -- only to have Ophelie snag her attention. With the fish in her mouth, she half-climbed up Ka'rys's arm, full on intending to pounce the larger female, when another sound distracted her and she leaped backwards. Ka'rys had to actually reach other and grab her body with his hand in order to prevent her from hitting the ground in her surprise.
The source of the green's fright came from another green blur belining straight for Savitri. Ka'rys blinked twice, holding the little firelizard carefully to prevent her from harm, and his eyebrow raised at the ... loud ... creature that had splatted right in the bowl. Leaning over it, he quirked an eyebrow, then lifted his gaze to look square at Savitri. While he was normally very good at hiding his emotions, there was no denying the blatant amusement spreading over the bronzerider's face as he lifted his free hand and indicated the bitey-thing in the bowl. "Look, 'vi. You Impressed a nag. Lucky you. I don't think you'll be able to claim you're not hungry anymore, now can you? Feed her, then eat." Never distracted for very long, not even with a baby firelizard gnawing on his hand (she was, evidently, displeased that he'd gotten distracted -- that or she herself was distracted with trying to figure out what these strange, boney things confining her form were. Were they edible?)
Back on the cabinet, hissing alerted Showoff to another having noticed his presence. His eyes surged red as he turned to look at a bronze ugly and he flared his frill defiantly. Angry, he stood up on his hindlegs and proclaimed for all to hear, SILENCE! UGLY! SILENCE! Why were they being mean? He was just watching the uglies hatch. If it hissed at him again he'd bite it on the face. Stupid uglies, stupid!
I told him, Ciceroth explained as he sprawled languidly across his weyrledge. Rysmine will talk her into eating. My congratulations to you, as well; you now have a little greenling of your own. I hope it will play nicely with the little white thing. He didn't comment on Savitri's state, for the simple reason that he didn't know what to say. That and he was distracted with trying to decipher what His planned to name the little green. He hoped he didn't settle on 'Fluffy.' That would be unpleasant to say the least. However, gentle probing provided him no answers, to he settled for the next best thing: asking. Rysmine, what do you intend to name the little cousin?
Huh? -- I hadn't really -- I guess... Liette? Low rumble of approval. Ciceroth crooned, though none could hear him, and Ka'rys flopped down into the floor directly next to Savitri with absolutely no shame. Another piece of meat was filched from next to the firelizard in the bowl and he offered it to the little one, speaking softly to her, "Liette it is. Unless you hate that. Then you're stuck with 'Hey you.'"
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Post by kysseh on Feb 22, 2009 0:53:56 GMT -5
Savitri chose not to respond to his query about her dietary choices, mostly because looking over at the plate made her stomach turn. Stress combined with grief made her less tolerant of food than normal, and she reasoned that she was running on pure adrenaline. It certainly explained the lack of sleep and the fact that she looked like something chewed her up and spat her out. Between that and the constant whining that Fish put forth, the constant fussing that Hepaticath was inflicting on her, she was ready to pull what remained of her hair out. She huffed softly. "I'm... not hungry, Rys. Please just... I'm not hungry. I'm frustrated, I'm stressed, and-"
He wasn't listening. He just... wasn't listening, though he did have the excuse of being otherwise occupied. She could scarcely be angry at him for that. Savitri stared at her bronzerider friend as he fussed over his new pet. She held the now-sated Fish loosely in her lap, idly stroking the feline as she watched Ka'rys fed the little green. She was... rather cute, actually, for a flit. Allowing a small smile for that, she patiently waited, instead checking on the white 'mandyr on her shoulder. Shadow, after one large morsel, was stuffed, and he rather lazily looked over at the bronzerider. He sleepily rattled his wings at Rys in a show of greeting, and then the white 'mandyr slid down the front of Savitri's shirt and vanished somewhere within.
The timing could not have been better, for Savitri twitched and barely contained a gasp of surprise as something splatted itself in the bowl in her lap. Her fingers were immediately nipped, and she withdrew them in surprise and a bit of pain. The nip had not drawn blood, but it still hurt The green beast immediately began to screech and shriek at the top of her tiny little lungs, making it patently clear exactly what needed to be offered to her. Savitri wanted to deny the fact that she had just gained a little monster, but the pressing feeling of hunger at the back of her mind just would not be denied. The green would not stop shrieking up at her, and Savitri finally just shoved a morsel of dried fish at the creature. The shrieking was muffled for half a second, and then it stopped as the little thing began to to work the little morsel down her throat. That horrible... horrible shrieking was finally done.
Or... not. As soon as that tidbit disappeared down the green's throat, her mouth was open and issuing shrieks again until Savitri managed to stuff in another piece. By now, the goldrider's head was throbbing, and she glanced up at the bronzerider as he leaned over to peer at her new pet. She was unsure whether to be grateful that he was being so relaxed and open with her... or to hate him for being such an insensitive man. Her hands were shaking, though whether it was from stress, anger, or just exhaustion was beyond her. She focused on stuffing the morsels down her new little terror's throat, aware that Ka'rys was still speaking to her. A nag hmm? That gave her a good idea.
"You're a nag... and a pain. Loud, obnoxious, inconsiderate. As tempting as it is to name you after my favorite bronzerider, I think I'll name you after my mother instead. How is that, you little terror?" she managed to get out, speaking, of course, at the little green flit that was alternately done wolfing down food and shrieking up at the exasperated goldrider. "Saraswati. How about Ras? That's a good obnoxious name for you, hmm, Ras?" The green flit uttered a shrill chirp around a mouthful of meat, flapping her large wings and eliciting a dry laugh from Savitri. "Of course you'd like that..."
I do not think it will play nicely with anyone. But... thank you. Hepaticath was saying very quietly to her bronze playmate, disturbed by Hers' mental state. The gold ventured forth cautious comfort which Savitri promptly rebuffed, and Cath crooned quietly, even though Hers could not hear her from so far away. Savitri's gaze slid sideways to the bronzerider on the floor next to her. She wanted to hate him and throw things at him for making things worse, and, instead, she felt a need to crawl into his lap and hide from the world, which Hepaticath emphasized as a good idea. Her back immediately straightened in rejection. No, no, no. "Rys... I'm... not... hungry," was all she got out before the shrieks started again. She shoved another piece down the flitter's throat to silence the beast. Shards, she needed to sleep.
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Post by Rei on Feb 22, 2009 11:18:03 GMT -5
Danar raised an eyebrow as the loud mouth green impressed to the gold rider. Well she was used to a moody, pushy large gold. She should get on fine with the flitter. The cnadidate frowned as the other a blue impressed to Farryl. Didn’t she already have a flit? No matter maybe she was like that bronze rider and just attracted them on a regular basis.
Danar was distracted as Dorava dropped the knife in his vicinity. “Thanks!” he blurted out and set to cutting himself some small chunks of meat. he gestured with the knife to the rest of the crowd. “Feel free to help yourselves. I brought plenty. He turned his attention towards the clutch again and watched as Storm and Showoff postured at each other. Shards he hated mandyrs. Come on Storm just give him one hard bite. That would teach the ugly thing!
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Raylin watched the impressions with interest. When the little loud green impressed she couldn’t say she was sorry she hadn’t been chosen. The thing would have made her poor Vega’s life a living hell. That and she couldn’t see Stupid and it getting along at all. Vega was more easy going and his mild outbursts where nothing compared to that greens. In Fact Vega was quite enamored with Mir. She would hazard a guess that if Stupid hassled Mir in his vicinity Vega would hop to the rescue.
Her train of thought was interrupted by Farryl’s impression. She smiled warmly at the other girl and decided to congratulate her later. Her new pet was quite the eye catcher and like her Vega not built for easy flight. She could easily see the two getting along quite well.
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Malara kept her attention riveted to the Candidate Master. If the little creatures wanted her they would have to come to her. She stole a glance at the clutch and smiled. Their were plenty of eggs left. “Why yes sure you most certainly were the most masculine thing up front. It is not surprise the charming creature picked you. Brass is it. What a lovely name it fits him well.” She gave another smile before turning her attention towards the fighting flitters. For a little thing the bronze one had some balls. “Sir if I may ask. What is that bronze thing on the cabinet? The one who is able to use mind speech?”
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Post by Avu on Feb 22, 2009 11:35:55 GMT -5
The bronze thing was...not doing anything, even though Ophelie had released him to go to Hers. Bewildered, Zesa flared her wings and hopped away from Showoff, retreating to her clutch and hissing softly in protest. She didn't like having a Salamandyr so close to her precious clutch, she didn't, but he wouldn't go even with Storm hissing at him, and he was so loud. With another soft hiss, Zesa dipped her head to check on the progress of the clutch, which had been momentarily lacking of baby flitters. The Comfrey Egg was rocking, yes it was, and right beside it, so was the Borrago Egg...the queen's gaze slid from the clutch to Showoff again, and an undeniably nervous peep emerged from her as she sent him a hopeful image of the counter well below the cabinet. Couldn't he stay there?!
The clutch, however, was not going to wait for Showoff to move, for the Comfrey Egg gave a wild lurch and at last split, knocking itself against the Borrago Egg and cracking its sibling down the center as well. The former egg gave another wild sprawling motion, and finally a fire lizard tumbled from its grasp, brown sides heaving in the effort it had taken to crack his shell. As Zesa crooned gentle encouragement to the Comfrey Brown, he rolled himself to his feet and cocked his head curiously, examining his surroundings with something close to delighted awe, the same way a Candidate might react to Impression. However, his gaze finally fell upon Zesa and with a curious begging whine, he threw up his head, opening his mouth in a clear question for food. The queen hissed at him, flaring her wings and flicking her tail towards the crowds, and with a disconsolate huff, the Comfrey Brown slunk away from his clutchmother to perch at the edge of the cabinet, evidently sulking.
However, as the Borrago Egg's inmate finally pulled itself free, revealing itself to be a large, gleaming blue, the Comfrey Brown's sulking stopped immediately and he shot happily towards his clutchsibling, nuzzling him so enthusiastically that the Borrago Blue flopped backwards, a coo of surprise emerging from his mouth as the blue, still drying, squirmed away from his overenthusiastic brother. However, the Comfrey Brown didn't get the hint and nuzzled even more emphatically, until the blue finally gave a hiss of protest and jumped between, which resulted in the Comfrey Brown stumbling backwards, surprised and hurt that his brother would have fled him.
With a whine, the brown shot off of the cabinet, landing on Rozen's shoulder, and cooed anxiously, poking at the girl's cheek with his muzzle, images and emotions flickering on high speed. He was oh-so-hungry, and his clutchmother was mean and didn't want to feed him, so maybe his lovely Mine would? And maybe his Mine could bring back his clutchbrother, too, because oh, he missed him already and why didn't he liked to be cuddled? Everybody liked to be cuddled! Right? Another gentle poke as the brown wrapped his tail around Rozen's neck and rubbed his head happily against her jawbone. But he loved his Mine already, yes he did...
Meanwhile, just as the Comfrey Brown Impressed, the Aconite Egg had been quietly shedding its shell, and now the shell finally fell away, revealing a large green fire lizard, who nudged the remains of her shell with a passing curiosity, and then roused herself to shake out her wings, flaring them to reveal a startling contrast between the dark, forest green wing membrane and her yellow-green body, before she peeped quietly, tilting her head to examine the eggs around her before she scooted away to the edge of the cabinet. The sight of Showoff stopped her, and the Aconite Green stared in astonishment at the bronze Salamandyr before she tilted her head at him, closely examining the creature. She seemed to form her own opinion of him quickly, and plopped herself down at the edge of the cabinet, eyes whirling with hunger as she appraised the crowd.
She mustn't make a mistake, not in this...but which of them did she want?Cayenne Pepper Egg- Hatched blue Hobbs; Impressed to FarrylNumbweed Egg- Hatched bronze Brass; Impressed to W'riRedwort Egg- Hatched green Ras; Impressed to SavitriComfrey Egg- Hatched brown ??; Impressed to RozenBorrago Egg- Hatched blue; WILDChamomile Egg- Hatched green; WILDPeppermint Egg- Spiceroot Egg- Aconite Egg- Hatched green; looking aroundFellis Egg- Whitebulb Egg- Whitethorn Egg- Hatched green Liette; Impressed to Ka'rys~*~*~ Comfrey Brown Looks to- Rozen Color- Brown Appearance- Unremarkable. This brown is simply - unremarkable. There's nothing outstanding, surprising, or really special about him at all. His color is a flat, medium brown color, pure throughout his entire body save for a handful of tan freckles sprayed across the tip of his muzzle, but other than those few freckles, he is completely forgettable. Surprisingly, it's hard to describe this brown due to the fact that he is simply - plain. He is neither large nor small, average as far as browns go, and his frame is neither bulky nor slender, hovering somewhere in the middle. That's not to say he isn't strong, though, for he is - but his muscles tend towards more wiry, thus creating a lack of bulk. The brown's wingspan is perfectly proportional to his body, as is his tail and neck. However, a fact not usually displayed, his tail is unusually flexible, and the tip, though not in constant motion, flicks ocassionally when he's deep in thought. His neck ridges are a slightly darker shade of brown, though to the casual observer, the shade difference between slightly jagged neck ridges and body is completely nonexistant.
Personality- If his appearance is unremarkable, this brown's personality could not be less so. Goofy and cheerful, he's a cuddler, a brat, a suckup, a "skirt"-chaser, a joker, a wildcard. His mood can swing wildly on the littlest detail, though usually this brown is surprisingly happy, cheerful, playful, and - cuddly. Cuddling is something that he does often and with great glee; there seems to be nothing more enjoyable to this fire lizard than curling up in the crook of His' neck and snuggling there, tail looped lightly around his humanpet's throat and his head pressed against their cheek; as thus, it's a daily ritual that absolutely must be completed in order for him to be in his best mood. Past that, he's can be bratty at times; the way he sees it, sucking up and cuddling should earn what he wants and, if he doesn't get it, he can sulk. For two minutes, tops, before he's back to his cheerful self again. This nudges onto his memory and attention span, too; he forgets things almost instantly and faces and names will fade into oblivion. However, some random facts seem to spring out of his mind at exceedingly random times; it's not unusual for him to come up with something on a dragon he saw two sevendays ago in the middle of dinner, when everyone around him is talking about something at a Hold. His attention span, too, is rather short, and thus, he's constantly on the lookout for something amusing. Luckily, he's very easily amused - especially when it comes to green fire lizards. They're the best at cuddling, after all, and so pretty - this brown loves green fire lizards, and Chases as often as he can, and ocassionally even Chases 'mandyrs when they Run.
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Post by ravenmane on Feb 22, 2009 12:23:59 GMT -5
While Sk'ler obviously would have preferred being anywhere besides the Hatching, he managed to convince himself it wasn't that bad and maybe, just maybe, none of those creatures would come anywhere near him. Joolree chirped, dispelling the Brownrider's thoughts. He rolled his eyes and reached down to scratch the light green hide while he continued to look around quietly. It seemed that several of the small creatures had found new companions, and the one Impression Sk'ler noticed the most was the loud nagging Green that attached itself to Savitri. Wonderful... Another excuse to say out of the infirmary.
"May I have some of your scraps? I didn't bring enough and Hobbs here is still hungry." He blinked rapidly out of surprise and looked up to see one of the Junior weyrlings holding a brand new flitter in her hands. "Uh... Sure. Help yourself." Sk'ler replied and held out the bowl for the girl. Joolree looked up at her curiously, turning her head this way and that as she watched the baby Blue. As though the girl's presence was a signal, Joolree launched herself into the air and began to glide around, chittering at random people as she passed them. Luckily, Joolree was polite enough to remain away from Zesa's eggs, but that didn't stop her from commenting about them fire-lizard style. Sk'ler glowered at the flit and returned to scratching underneath Soltun's chin. "Thank goodness you are sane, ol' boy." The Brown snuggled closer to Sk'ler's neck in response.
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While most of the hopefuls were riders and other various people who lived under the sun, Kalushka lived a nocturnal life. Which was the cause of her being late to the Hatching. Kalushsk had been aggravated to no end that Hers was going anywhere without her despite the daytime hours, and the Green had complained bitterly about Kalu's plan to attend the Hatching, but when Kalushka made to leave the Green had quietly remained on her bed with the Handler's green flit curled up on her head.
Fog was clinging tightly to the girl's short collar as he snuggled down close to her neck. Babies? "Yes, Fog. We're going to see the flitter babies." Having never truly seen a fire-lizard, the blue salamandyr couldn't exactly have an opinion on how much better his species was then theirs, so Kalu had felt safe bringing him to Zesa's Hatching. Of course, he was small enough to escape notice, so there would hopefully be no problems. As she arrived, the young woman found a place near the middle of the crowd and settled down. She had a decent view of the eggs although some Hatchlings would be hard to see if people continued to move. Loud loud Bronze... Fog muttered as he "heard" the obnoxious cries of his sire. Silly male had no respect for babies.
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Post by dragon on Feb 22, 2009 12:32:33 GMT -5
Storm stared angrily down at Showoff, and considered biting the annoying bronze 'mandyr's head off. He'd gotten really close to doing just that to Stupid ... and he'd been a lot younger then, barely knowing how to fly. Now? He was pretty sure he could take on Showoff and win. And impress his precious Zesa, and protect thier babies.
However, on the flip side ... did he really want to expose the young flitters to that kind of violence, that might ultimately get a few of them hurt ... or worse yet, thier eggs cracked before they were ready??
No, no. That wouldn't do at all. Not at all. So Storm crooned soothingly to Zesa, and settled for just glaring hatefully at Showoff. If the bronze puny tried anything, then Storm would sweep into action then. But until then, he would try to keep the hatching a peaceful event. Zesa's babies deserved better.
And so, Storm was quiet, though his gaze was livid upon the mandyr.
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Dorava smiled slightly at Danar. "You're welcome. Don't cut yourself ... I keep it very sharp." She warned, before edging over toward where the flitters were hatching. They were so adorable, and beautiful! She wondered what would hatch next. Such a large clutch, and so many large ones. It seemed that all the little eggs were hatching first, to her...
With so many people around holding meat, she wondered why two of them went wild... what was it they were looking for and hadn't found. Looking over at the vibrating eggs, Dorava wondered if that biggest one, if it might be a new gold flitter. That would be really neat, if the Weyr had a new queen to flutter around. Just one bronze so far ... she thought there should be at least one more, considering the appearance of the clutch that was left.
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Post by Rowana on Feb 22, 2009 12:43:46 GMT -5
Farryl smiled with relief and settled herself to sit next to Sk'ler. "Thanks," she said gratefully. She took the bowl of scraps and set it down so it was between them. She didn't want him to miss his chance at a fire lizard for helping her. With Hobbs in her lap, she began to feed the hungry baby chunks from the bowl. He gobbled each one hungrily and purred with the sheer joy of being alive. Tille eyed the scraps greedily and leaned down from Farryl's shoulder to try and steal a piece from the bowl. Farryl slapped her lightly on the nose. "I said no, you greedy thing!" she scolded.
Tille squawked grumpily and took off in a huff. The new one got to eat, why not she? Still, there were other things to interest her besides food. She chirped amiably at Joolree and joined her in her welcome to the new hatchlings. She circled the room, staying away from the eggs, and examining each person and fire lizard in turn. There were even some of those odd frilled creatures around. What a fascinating room full of people!
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Post by ladybug on Feb 22, 2009 12:44:06 GMT -5
Burena felt a little lost as eggs began shattering open. Flitts were everywhere, flying and hopping around, some zooming right to a person's shoulder, others leaving the scene entirely. There was a fight too, and Burena wondered what got that started. This was just chaotic, almost worse than a dragon hatching. She wondered why the two of them had gone wild. There was definitely enough food here.
Speaking of which, she would need food if she wanted to impress at all. She edged in beside Danar and Dorava. "Hey Danar, could I borrow some meat if a flitt comes my way?" She asked.
Meanwhile, A'fyr was slowly inching his way closely to the clutch. When a taller person moved aside, he took the spot and was finally able to see the eggs. Four left, and a green looking around. Perhaps he still had a chance, if he could get the attention of one of the remaining flitts.
((Sorry, didn't have much time to post.))
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Post by glamourie on Feb 22, 2009 13:29:28 GMT -5
... the bronze flying thing was not stopping. What had he done so wrong? Those ugly flying things came when his babies hatched, and he didn't make a fuss. He and Dael didn't chase them out and hiss at them, though they probably should have; none of them were worthy to watch. But they didn't. Yet these two flying things were mad because he was perching? He was small; he couldn't see from further away. Stupid, stupid, stupid. His eyes whirled a vehement red, growing steadily more agitated as he eyed Storm with contempt. His little claws dug into the wood of the cabinet door and for the first time since he arrived, true anger caused him to flare his frill, his back arching slightly in as much of a menacing posture as his little body could pull off. The lowest growl formed in his throat, loud enough to be heard all around him, and he twitched his tail agitatedly. Stupid flying dunghead did not scare Showoff. It might've been bigger and there were two of them, but he was superior, and if they were determined to prove their obvious inferiority by acting ridiculous over him watching so be it. He would tear that ugly thing's wings apart. Both of them.
Unfortunately, Showoff wasn't the only one who was beginning to get irate...
Ka'rys eyed Savitri and very seriously considered getting up and leaving. It was clear she intended to continue acting icily toward him and he wasn't in the mood. He'd come there to visit her and, in the process, got saddled with a firelizard. It was cute. It was. But his purpose of coming was to check on her, didn't she see that? Yet she pushed him away without even considering what effort it took for him, and he was having a hard time not getting mad in response. Yes, he understood she wasn't okay. He did. She had to be frightened, it was the only logical response, and she had to be mourning Shmee to some degree; she was working herself to the point of exhaustion, though, and it upset him. Didn't she realize that? Didn't she care? Hadn't she gotten mad at him for responding snippily to her when he was hurt and in a bad mood before? She'd broke out the waterworks on him! He remembered that. She had a hypocrisy problem.
He stuffed a piece of meat at Liette, who nipped it down and accidentally bit the end of his finger in the process. He flinched, then turned his gaze to the white salamandyr, almost as though in surprise. "Hi," he said softly, and Ophelie gave a sweet flute to the only salamandyr she didn't hate.
The bronzerider stiffened slightly. He wasn't loud, and he wasn't obnoxious. At times he could be a nag, but didn't she realize it was out of concern? Fine. He made a mental note not to show any such concern anymore, if all it was going to do was get him brushed off. His fingers ran over Liette as she curled up in his hands and... burped; that was really the only explanation for the sound she made. His eyebrows raised and he lifted her in front of his face before tilting his head to the side, but already the little green had slipped fast into slumber, as baby creatures were won't to do after eating. The smile on his face wavered slightly, then he turned back to Savitri with a guarded look to hide his slight offense, "How very kind of you." He was mildly glad she impressed such an obnoxious creature, though. It would distract her from whatever was bothering her, for better or worse, but...
"Just because you're not hungry doesn't mean you should go without eating. Odds are, you're not hungry because you're not eating and you've made yourself sick. But you already know that. You're a healer, after all. So fine. Do whatever you want. You know best," he said in a tone that could have been (and probably was) sarcasm, but held no actual bite. He added loftily, "Ciceroth thinks you're upsetting Hepaticath, and asks that you stop." It was true; the bronze was beginning to get very agitated. That one tone from the gold had him highly concerned, and Ka'rys had no problem passing the message along. Maybe if she wouldn't listen to reason, she would listen to guilt. Maybe.
At that exact moment, another individual entered the infirmary. Disheveled and with blood red hair sticking up at all sides, K'lir stormed (stomping the entire time for effect) into the infirmary and folded his arms over his chest. Having been up all night with Kahrelir showed: the greenrider's face was pale and he had dark rings around his eyes that suggested he hadn't slept proper in quite awhile. The fact that his clothes didn't match also added to that impression... as did the baby in his arms, who was awake and stretching out his arms pointedly, as if to grab everything in sight. K'lir visibly twitched, then whirled on Meira; she was the only one with a gold firelizard around, so she was the one who had his attention. "Tell your firelizard and her mate that Showoff just wants to watch. He's not doing anything but they're upsetting him enough that I am getting angry, and I'm a lot more vindictive than he is," he said, though there was no anger in his voice; it wasn't Meira he wanted to pummel. Where in Faranth's name was C'oar?
Dunghead-mine! Showoff proclaimed anxiously, and most of his agitation simmered immediately. Wait, hadn't one of the other Dungheads spoken to him? -- Oh well. He didn't care. Couldn't they see he was busy? Dunghead-mine flyers MEAN me no like.
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