they say music can alter moods {mandyr hatching}

[Tashe]

"Dumdum. Dumdum dum. Dumdumdaaa." Completing his dance with a twirl, Nautic added his own laughter to that of the child's whom he was currently playing with. Possibly one of the least known facts about the teen, was that he loved dealing with children, most likely because he was one himself at heart. "Whooa. That made me dizzy! Hey, do you know how to spell dizzy?"

"D-i-z-z-y!"

"Good job! Those double Z's can be tricky... do you think double z is double u's sister?" More laughter and a very solid answer of no came from the youngest of the children. Weaving learning and jokes into playtime was his forte, probably the only reason the Creche workers let him hang around and help out. "Well I'm so~orry. Maybe I'll just stay quiet from now on!" And he did just that. Clamping his mouth shut with a smile, Nautic crossed his arms, turned his back and sat down with a thump. His gesture was an obvious invite for the children to try and make him talk again, and it was obvious that he did this sort of thing often. With in moments of sitting down, the young man was swarmed with children, each poking and prodding him. Which was unfortunate for him, since he was rather ticklish.

"Talk, talk Nausi! We can make you talk."

"MmMm!" Shaking his head dramatically as he tried his best to hold back the laughter caused by the tickling, Nautic was taken by surprise as a voice echoed through his head. "Salamandyrs?" Snapping back into the present as the children cheered, the blond haired teen realized the fatal mistake.

"WE WIN."

Bracing himself as a particularly rambunctious child lept onto him, Nautic let himself fall backward in a flurry of seemingly wild movements and laughter. Soon the rest of the children joined the pile. "Gwaah. Okayokay you guys win!" Wiggling free of the children, the teen lept to his feet, with a grin. "Now, I have to go!"

"How fast?"

"As fast as a wher on a hot stretch of rock! But I'll be back to play soon. Nautic is going to see if he can wrangle up a little talking pet. Theres a hatchin' going on and I don't want to miss it. So if you'll all promise to be good, and if I impress, I'll bring the little one back here when it's strong enough." Skipping (purely for the children's benefit only) down the hall way, Nautic broke into a cheerful lope as soon as the waving children were out of sight. It would take a little while to get to the Rider Weyrs... and to locate the right one... but he was used to getting everywhere on foot anyhow. And as for finding the right Weyr, well, he had eyes didn't he? The one with the most activity Dragonwise was probably his best bet, from there, he'd count how many across and up it was from his entrance point. He may act like a goofball, but he certainly wasn't a nincompoop.

---

Wheeze. Wheeze.

Maybe he shouldn't have taken the stairs at a run. Coming to a stop, Nautic rested a hand upon the wall to stabilize himself. Bad choice. Maybe he was a little ditsy after all. Whether that be the case or not, he was human, therefore entitled to make mistakes and learn from them. In this case, pacing yourself is a good thing. Catching his breath, the young man began his ascent once more, this time at a reduced speed. He didn't want to miss the hatching, but he also didn't want to completely tucker himself out before getting there either. "Maybe... it wasn't such... a good idea to... stop by the kitchen... on the way here." He mused aloud. He could have always filched some meat from someone else in the room... but he liked flirting, er, socializing with the young men and women who worked in the kitchen.

Stopping in front of the archway which he hoped was the correct one, he wasn't sure whether he had miscounted or not, Nautic made sure his runner tail was tight and that the small bag of meat was still attached to his side. He got enough so that if anyone didn't have any, they could ask him for some. Poking his head into the Weyr and sighing in relief as he saw a group of people surrounding a... pot- er, kettle? Odd place to lay eggs for sure, but, he couldn't exactly blame the Queen either. Kettles were made of metal and metal was protective. Slipping inside of K'lir's weyr, Nautic gave anyone who caught his eye a smile as he stepped closer to the kettle. Stopping at what he deemed a good place, mainly next to a face he recognized, the blondhead clasped his hands behind his back and gave Venus a cheery, albeit a little quiet, "Hello." He then proceeded to split his attention between the clutch and the rest of the occupants of the Weyr. He didn't know K'lir personally, but rumors get around like wildfire in a weyr... others he knew from casual passing-bys in a hall way or at a feast or in a crowd.

[glamourie]

K'lir yawned. Again. His gaze followed Lennae as she pulled on one of his shirts. Most everyone else arriving in his weyr was annoyed, though the greenrider rapidly backpedaled and pulled his blankets up and over himself. He didn't do well with groups. He just didn't and the fact that there were more people coming made him uneasy. Subconsciously, he looked over at Kahrelir, and then on impulse, leaned over and picked the babe up. The toddler blinked twice, little arms winding around as much of his father as they could, and he rested his head on his father's chest. His fist was shoved most effectively in his mouth and he stared in the direction of Behruth, wide-eyed in the wonder only a child could hold. He did not appear to notice that he was drooling on K'lir's bare chest, and neither did his father. The greenrider was highly uncomfortable with all of the people in his space and he was tempted to rage and kick them all out, then hand out the eggs one by one. Hmmmphhhh. He doubted Showoff would let him so near to them, though.

Perched on Behruth's snout, Showoff did not notice Jaxith or any of the people. In fact, the brown dragon and - soon - the brown firelizard had all of his attention. He shrieked loudly as Jabari passed and swiped the air with deadly accuracy, missing the flit's wings by a mere breath's length. His frill was flared wide enough that it was a wonder he didn't fall over. However, his rage was quickly stifled by the big flying stupid putting down the clutch and he leapt off of Behruth's nose. Winged stupid my babies no no no my shiny, he added as one final parting shot, his wings spread wide to carry him down awkwardly to the side of the pot. The bronze alighted onto the edge and flared his frill at everyone nearby, daring them to come closer. He would get them all.

"Do you feel better now that you've thrown a tantrum at a baby dragon?" K'lir inquired of his salamandyr. Showoff flipped his tail defiantly, clearly not in the mood to be teased, but since when had that ever stopped K'lir -- with anyone? "He wasn't going to hurt them, you little red blister. You worry too much."

You baby no give why me?

"I very seriously doubt he was interested in Kahrelir, and it's your own fault for stealing. I've told you not to. You could try listening from now on. Contrary to what you seem to believe, I'm smarter than I appear. You just like ig--"

SILENCE! ... Babies.

K'lir snorted. Showoff leaned over and gently tapped the Minuet Egg with one claw, trying to get the attention of the hatchling within. The egg rolled over and the salamandyr's back legs cracked out the back end, leaving a large crack over its back. Awkwardly, the egg appeared to stand on said back legs, looking very much like something out of a comedy film. The shell wobbled for a moment, before the entire egg-salamandyr fell backwards. The result was a sickening crunch that likely could not have been heard save for those nearest to the pot. The shell fragments fell away to reveal a blue salamandyr that looked like his body was wrapped in clouds and he creeled noisily before curling into a ball in fright. What was going on?

"T'rid, darling," K'lir offered as Corinth's form came into sight. The smirk on his face was anything but friendly. No, he didn't even notice the rest of the arrivals, or recognize them rather; none had spoken to him, but T'rid always got his full attention. Truth was, he didn't like his wingleader, and K'lir was very ornery to people he disliked. He had no real reason for his dislike of the other teenager. So close in age were they that he and T'rid probably would have been friends had they grown up together. However, K'lir generally had a problem with authority figures, especially those less mature than he was - a feat to be sure. T'rid was obnoxious. Therefore, K'lir had to be obnoxious in his presence. "How good of you to come! I'm sure Showoff's babies will love to have you. I really must protest the outfit though -- would it kill you to wear something flattering? Black leather is in style these days."

Back in the clutch, the Minuet Blue uncurled slightly. However, he was quickly not the center spotlight, as at that exact moment the Aria Egg shattered with explosive force. The salamandyr within flopped over onto its side, a small green with a bizarrely yellow-tinged hide that could be best described as blinding. She looked around for a moment, almost thoughtfully. Her clutchbrother was ignored as she stretched herself out, and then the Aria Green climbed onto the edge of the pot.

Where?

The inquiry was simple enough. She was obviously trying to figure out where Hers was. Cocking her head to the side, she looked around a moment more before a figure caught her attention. With the lazy grace of one who felt she had all the time in the world, the hatchling climbed over the side of the pot and sauntered along the stone floor of the weyr. She carefully circled amongst the legs of the visitors, stopping at each person to look up at them with a skeptical expression. Her frill flared slightly, but her pace never increased. Slowly and steadily, she wandered in a circle around the pot, seemingly unperturbed by the amount of people. In fact, the salamandyr green did not appear to care at all that she was surrounded. Hers had her attention, and as she neared, she stood up on her hindlegs and stared straight at Venus.

Wherewherewhere?! Translation: Feed me.

Shinyshiny, the Minuet Blue encouraged, watching his clutchsister. Very slowly he climbed to his feet, forepaws resting on the side of the pot as he watched the green choose her bonded. ShinyshinyPRETTY! Clearly his word choice had been selected from what Showoff was babbling, and the blue who looked like the sky happily flared his frill at his sister. He obviously approved of her choice.

However, the time had come to make his. Thoughtfully, he hopped onto the side of the pot and looked at Showoff. The bronze ignored him, and the Minuet Blue seemed to wilt slightly. First the world was moooooooooving and then he was being ignored? Not fair. Trilling to himself, he looked around for a moment before something very large caught his interest. Inquisitively, the Minuet Blue threw himself off the side of the pot and scurried in a straight line to Behruth. Rather than stop with him, he climbed right up the dragon's leg, and came to rest in the exact same spot that Showoff had only moments before. His wings flared and he cocked his head to the side curiously before asking, Shiny?

---

01. Prelude Egg
02. Aria Egg Impressed: Green ? to Venus
03. Bolero Egg
04. Minuet Egg Hatched: Blue; checking out Behruth
05. Serenade Egg
06. Symphony Egg
07. Sonata Egg
08. Nocturne Egg
09. Lullaby Egg
10. Hymn Egg
11. Requiem Egg

[glamourie]

Aria Green

Color: Green #AEFF00
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Venus
Physical Appearance: This salamandyr is average size for a green, with surprisingly large eyes that stand out in her face, quickly drawing attention to them; they're large enough that her emotions are completely unmistakable, even to the largest of creatures which otherwise might have overlooked something so small as she is. Her wings are also on the large side, though much too thin for gliding; rather, they appear to be more balancing tools for whenever she (for whatever reason) ends up needing to balance out her weight one way or another. Her hide, on the other hand, is not average. It's a vivid spring green that is bright enough to be nearly blinding when she's close to Running, and easily recognizable in dark rooms or spaces. The bright color is highlighted by black spots down her back that stand out vividly like warning signs; do not come any closer, dangerous. The same spots are visible as tiny little flecks on her frill whenever she displays, and they continue down the back of her body to her tail, which is nearly all one solid color of black as a result. Coupled together, these elements make her a very memorable salamandyr, possibly one of the few who will never be mistaken for any other. After all - such an obnoxious color is hard to overlook let alone forget.

Personality: Almost as a polar opposite to her appearance, this salamandyr is... well, bizarre. While most salamandyrs have an attitude to some degree, this one seems to be easy-going for the most part. She doesn't talk much and when she does, it is only to Hers, and usually only quick one word answers - often times the same word for several weeks at a time. Do not make the mistake of thinking she's unintelligent, however; she's anything but. She's simply disinterested. One thing and one thing matters to her alone: being left alone. As a result, she will spend most of her time hiding in her bonded's clothing, out of sight and away from anyone who might actually... notice her. Other people are treated with an almost vicious apathy by this salamandyr. Other salamandyrs are, too -- except for other greens. This green is exceptionally fond of other green salamandyrs and will only allow herself to be caught by them; additionally, she will also Chase when other greens go up, until she has a permanent mate, and then she will spend time between her mate and her bonded. Over-all, she's disinterested in strangers, conflict, and most everything else around her. While this can lead to her being boring, she's at least dedicated: Hers matters. Isn't that good enough?

[Requiem]

Time to get out of here. That pesky bronze thing was on the pot, though, and M'ta didn't want it attached to any extremities. Thank you Behruth for stirring the little daemon up. He slipped toward the edge of the weyrledge, judging the distance down and finally deciding that no, he probably couldn't jump without breaking something. Not at all convenient, a broken bone. Glancing again at his stubborn brown, he knew that he wouldn't get Ruth to budge. And now the crowd was thickening, the salamandyrs were hatching shell, and he was getting more than just a little nervous. M'ta didn't like large crowds as a general rule. Especially when they included the Weyrleader. Weyrleaders should be avoided at all costs.

Watching the little winglesses, Ruth cocked his head to one side and ignored M'taHis. They were like little shinies! Little moving, talking shinies. The best kind. Crooning to the beasties, he tucked his wings into his sides and watched them aptly, eyes a calm blue/green.

He followed the spotted pretty's progress through the legs of the humanlies with open curiosity. How did she know where to go? Actually, it looked like she didn't know where to go, didn't it? Or probably that she just didn't know what she was looking for yet. He hoped she found it! A glance behind showed that M'taHis was doing a fairly good job of plastering himself to a wall and looking shadowy. That wasn't how you got a pretty to come to you! When he tried to coax the boy out, though, M'taHis just leveled a glare at him and continued to inch his way along the wall, pausing whenever it looked like the little scary might notice him. Silly his.

Oh, oh, the poor scared pretty was moving now! The little scary didn't seem to notice him, but Ruth did, crooning gently to the creature. That's right. It wasn't scary out here (if you didn't count the little scary, but Ruth hoped the little scary wouldn't be mean to his own baby!)

Jabari let out a little huff and curled up on the big firelizard's head, not taking his eyes off that stupid wingless squirmy. As the little squirmy approached, however, he found his attention drawn to the blue and shrunk back along Behruth's neck with a warning hiss. Jabari did not at all like these squirmies.

Even though he was pleased to see the little pretty wasn't afraid of him, Behruth grew uncomfortable as he found it climbing up onto his snout, gaze drifting to the little scary in apprehension. It wasn't his fault! Yes, you are very shiny, little one. Behruth agreed, blowing gently through his nares in the hopes that the blue would leave to find his bonded before the little scary could notice and get mad all over again. Very shiny. Go find your person, little shiny. I like my eyes.

[neeuqtar]

HATCHING HATCHING NOW BABIES NOW MINE RUNRUN I BITE RUN Uu'n shrieked as Dael elucidated that, not only were her babies Hatching, but they were Hatching without her there. She elucidated it by screaming at the top of her mind and also by sinking her very sharp fangs into his neck, right up by his chin. He jerked, flailed, fell off of the rock he was sitting on, got tangled in Adith's riding straps, and fell into the river. He clawed his way back onto the rock, blood streaming down from where his golden girl dangled. Irritated, he walk-dragged himself to the river bank, struggling out of the wet leather strips, while Dael continued to blast him with fury and urgency.

With a strangled yell, Uu'n chucked the wet and knotted straps away from him, into the woods, and scrambled up the embankment. Dael finally released his neck, letting another stream of red course down his neck. He clapped his hand to his neck and staggered, Dael's urgency making him dizzy. He certainly hadn't lost enough blood to be dizzy... yet, at least. And probably wouldn't; Dael hadn't bitten anything particularly necessary to survival. Uu'n shook water from his eyes, oriented himself, and took off at a sprint, heading for K'lir's weyr.

K'lir... he hadn't seen K'lir since Dael's Run. This would be a great test of affection... Soaking wet, muddy pants, bloody, with an enraged and worried salamandyr driving him crazy. Oh, shardit, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He couldn't stop running though... he had to get there. Dael started shrieking in her high salamandyr voice as they got near K'lir's room, launching off of his shoulder and leaving scratches as she powered through the air, landing her bloody warrior self next to Showoff, frill extended, hissing. Then she drooped slightly as Uu'n shouldered past someone in the hallway, bursting into the room, panting, wild-eyed.

Only once there did he realize how crazy he looked--something which clearly didn't matter to his Daeluunya, who looked absolutely devastated at being a bad Clutchmother, at not being there for her children. badbad Dael, she whispered to Showoff. I is so sorry, left you alone for eats and left the beauties... Uu'n slinked over to K'lir. "Um... hi," he said, a little abashed. "You wouldn't happen to have anything to disinfect a wild salamandyr bite, would you?" Uu'n asked, half-hopefully, half in embarrassment. "Dael got... um... anxious."

[weaving]

This whole affair was rather amusing. Or rather, it would have been, had Lennae not been dreading the possibility of impressing one of the little terrors. Which reminded her. She was still holding a bowl of meat as though she actually wanted one of them. Who to give it to, who to give it to? She scanned the crowd for a few moments, surprised at the number of people who had come to impress. And then she saw him. The perfect person for her bowl of meat.

Grinning wickedly, she approached the bronzerider, though noticed that she was not the first one to greet him. K’lir was already welcoming T’rid whole-heartedly, it seemed, and his words only caused her smile to widen. The Weyrleader would probably hate her for it, but she didn’t find him intimidating in the slightest, a sentiment that the majority of the weyr seemed to share. She stood for a few moments with the two men, merely listening, and in the process missing the first impression. If she’d been watching her feelings probably would have been pity for the girl unfortunate enough to get chosen by one and relief at having not been chosen herself. As it was, she was far too amused by K’lir’s teasing of T’rid.

“Good morning Weyrleader,” she chirped happily. Oh yes, it was a brilliant plan indeed. “You’re hands are looking awfully empty. Here, take this.” With that, she thrust the bowl at him before skittering backward far enough to make sure he couldn’t give it back. Whether her held on to the bowl or let it drop, she didn’t care. It no longer was in her possession, which made her that much safer. And while T’rid would probably curse her if he got stuck with another salamandyr, it would guarantee the weyr twice as much amusement to watch him running about trying to keep not one, but two ‘mandyr’s under control.

[hseru]

Lightly crossing his arms before him, S'lain found himself content to watch the hatching, despite his misgivings. He idly played with the half eaten meatroll with one hand, almost dropping it more than once. He was interested to note that both the green and blue that had hatched were neither annoying nor loud. That seemed to go against what he'd heard of the creatures. He still remained glued to the back wall, but he was starting to feel a little less annoyed at the prospect of impression.

Of course, that was before another rider pushed his way into the already cramped weyr covered in blood and clearly bonded to a gold.. the gold of the clutch it seemed, as she quickly made her way over to it and proceeded to hiss and flare her frill. The bluerider found his wish to remain happily mandyr-less reaffirmed, and he sought to blend into the wall so that he'd keep out of sight and hopefully potential impression range.

Why had he even bothered to bring food? He briefly pondered tossing the meatroll into the hands of some unsuspecting fool, but reneged on the thought in favor of trying to get something to annoy Jaxith. There was a perpetual frown on his face though, that was occasionally brightened by small flashes of a smile at the antics of the small creatures. He watched the blue as it scampered up and onto the brown weyrling, curious as to what the salamandyr would do.

See, you're glad I made you come. The blue's intrusion on his thoughts instantly turned them sour again. I'll get you for this Jaxi...

[ravenmane]

Sk'ler wasn't very interested in the salamandyrs. In fact, he was almost completely ignoring them except that he was blankly watching the eggs in a lousy attempt to show interest. There were a lot of things he would rather be doing then attending yet another Hatching for a pet he didn't really need. Sk'ler had purposely purchased two eggs and two canine pups in an attempt to avoid Hatchings for the rest of his life, but nooo. Triniath just had to have a salamandyr. Thank Faranth the Brown had agreed to stop bugging his rider after this Hatching.

While His was busy sulking, Skye was completely enraptured over the pretty pretties. His gaze remain glued on Showoff (despite the mandyr being male) until a Green and Blue Hatched. It was hard to concentrate on any of the pretties at any one time because all of them were so... preeeeeeetty. Watching them sent the Blue into wiggling fits, but then it got worse. A GOLD pretty arrived, and an onlooker might have thought Skye was seizing with the squirming the Blue was doing. Sk'ler had to restrain the fire-lizard from leaping towards sudden death. Skye whined mournfully and stopped resisting His, but he couldn't help but stare at the pretty pretties.

---

It was hard to tell how K'iel was feeling from looking at him, but inside, the Weyrling was shaking like a branch in a tornado. He hated crowds. Literally despised any kind of group larger then three people not including dragons, whers, or any type of draconic creature. Calm down, Mine. It will be over soon enough, and if you get a mandyr, I promise we can go see Oquith and Wymeth, okay? I have pretties for them. Qualuth was first comforting and then proud of the two pretty colored rocks he had found while trying to entertain himself. Sure, Luth. We can do that after this is over.

[topaz]

The majority of the arrivals to the weyr went unnoticed by Venus, who was peering intently into the pot in front of her. She divided some of her attention between the eggs and their father however, curious about the creature. He was loud, to be sure, but he was only protecting his clutch so it seemed reasonable. Hopefully he wasn't like this all of the time, and therefore, his children wouldn't be like this. Venus hoped. The rest of the wherlings would not appreciate a violently loud lizardthing making all sorts of noise in the next room over. Uh oh . . . what if the little thing wouldn't adjust to the schedule she was now becoming accustomed to? Venus panicked slightly at the thought of having an unruly, loud, 'mandyr running havoc about the apartments while she and Venusk were trying to sleep.

A nearby voice brought her out of her thoughts however. "Hey." Venus replied simply with a friendly smile. She remembered him from the wher hatching, and that he had not Impressed. She instantly recalled the dragon hatching that she had been left standing for. Impressing a salamandyr then would probably be good for the still-Candidate, as there were always feelings of disappointment when one did not find Theirs the first time 'round. Venus shuffled over to one side then, giving Nautic a better view of the pot and the eggs within. She smiled at him again, but her attention was drawn quickly back to the eggs as a faint crunching could be heard.

Ah, the little blue with his foot out, he finally decided to hatch, hm? Venus stared at the little blue 'mandyr as it looked around, but then another shell nearby completely shattered, revealing a blinding green. The female took a moment to stretch, before peering out over the rim of her nest. Where? Oh good, Venus thought. The little things could speak. Hopefully that would make controlling one a bit easier. Apparently not getting any sort of answer, the green decided to leave the safety of the pot and crawl amongst nearby hopefuls' legs. After yet another circle around the pot, the green finally stopped in front of Venus, and sat up on her haunches.

Wherewherewhere?!

Venus stared at the little beast for a moment, and then smiled slightly. She had Impressed it! Now, to feed the little thing. Did 'where' mean food? Ugh. Venus had hoped the few words that the 'mandyr did say would actually make sense. Hoever the overwhelming sense of hunger that flowed over Venus was enough of an assurance that 'where' indeed meant food. "Come on then you little glow worm. I've got your 'where' right here." Reaching out a hand to the 'mandyr, Venus allowed her to quickly crawl her way up to the bowl of meat. "Now. What to call you, what to call you." She mumbled. Looking the tiny lizard over as she scarfed down scraps of meat, Venus tried to focus on the black spots on the 'mandyr's back, so that the almost neon green hue would not burn away her retina. "How about Neon?" She whispered. Said 'mandyr made no objective response and instead continued with her gorging. "Neon it is then." Venus said, satisfied, and rose from her sitting position so she would not block the others. "Good luck." She added sincerely - with a hint of amusement in her voice - to Nautic, before taking a place against a nearby wall.

As Neon ate, Venus realized she had brought quite a lot of meat, too much for just one 'mandyr to realistically consume, even when newly hatched. That in mind, she decided she would stay and watch for the rest of the event, in case anyone else needed some extra meat scraps. A part of the girl also wanted to see if Nautic Impressed, since he had taken the time to greet her. That, in Venus' mind was a very nice gesture, since there were decidedly not many people in the Weyr that Venus bothered to associate with.

Turning her attention, for a moment, back to Neon, Venus sent a snapshot of the critter to Venusk, coupled with a feeling of happiness and satisfaction. A sleepy Venusk had decided that he would stay awake until His returned, and was happy to see that she had a new little friend. But she would come back now, yes? And they could sleep? Venus quickly assured the anxious blue that she would be there as soon as the hatching was over, and that he should try and sleep so he would not be so lonely. Venusk seemed hesitant, but Venus sent him a wave of love and affection that the wher could not resist. Calming, Venusk finally decided he would nap for a bit, and then when His returned they would see about this new ittybittyflitterthing.

[glamourie]

Very shiny, the Minuet Blue agreed, his little wings flipping curiously. His eyes whirled with undeniable affection and he rubbed his entire body along the side of Behruth's nose. VeryshinyshinyshinyVeryshiny. Clearly he was complimenting the brown, and completely oblivious to the dragon's discomfort. Adoringly, he climbed up the top of Behruth's head and trilled again, aiming to get to the highest point in the entire weyr. Look at his shiny, his posture said without words, for once he reached the top of the dragon's head he flared his frill and wings triumphantly. He'd succeeded in climbing the shiny, claiming it for his own, yes he had. But wait. Go find his own? The little blue flared his wings again, distressed. What did he mean find someone? He had a shiny, he didn't want to find anything else. Deflating, the blue looked around...

Uu'n's arrival stole K'lir's attention from T'rid, perhaps mercifully. He blinked twice, then pointed at the trunk at the end of his furs, his expression clearly concerned. "You look like death warmed over, bluerider. There should be some kind of hard liquor in there, if you'll settle for that. I don't usually carry around anything for injuries, that's what the infirmary is for." What in the world was he doing? Had he been dancing in the mud or something? Certainly looked it. "Of course she's anxious, wouldn't you be? You can clean yourself up if you want, there should be some towels in the wardrobe. I don't know if I've got anything in there that will fit you. If I do, it's probably yours to start with anyway, but you're welcome to raid and see if you can find something. Let's see -- Relir, hold tight a moment, hm?" Kahrelir gurgled at him, and K'lir gently set the babe down in his bed. "I might have some kind of bandages somewhere... somewhere..." And the greenrider rolled out of his own furs and proceeded to tear through a box near the headboard of the bed with a number of very suspicious objects within. If he was put off by the bluerider's appearance, it didn't show.

Showoff was much happier than K'lir at the newest pair's arrival. Trilling sweetly, he nudged his mate and bounced around the edge of the pot. Daelmine has eat. Showoff got bad. Bad get babies, I kill, bad stop, he explained with a dangerous look toward Behruth. His eyes fell on the blue on his head, and then the bronze salamandyr cocked his head to the side before turning back to Dael. Baby like bad why why why? Dael here now, make baby not like bad? It was clear he was confused to why the Minuet Blue would be interested in Behruth at all, and indeed, the bronze salamandyr made no effort to hide his troubles. He slinked to that side of the pot, and stared up at Behruth curiously. Weird, he finished, for it was truly the best explanation for it. Weird.

It was probably fortunate that Uu'n arrived when he did. K'lir did not even notice Lennae give away her bowl of meat. If he had, he would undoubtedly had words with her for it. She promised.

Shinymine. The Minuet Blue looked thoughtful for a moment, his tail curling around behind him. His gaze lingered curiously on Jabari, though the small shiny did not have much of his attention. The bigger one did. Hmm. Find his, hmm? His gaze followed Behruth's to one of the walls, and he let out a trill of delight. ShinyHis! Happily, the blue salamandyr skittered down the entire length of Behruth's back, latched onto the ground, and then skittered over to stand right in front of M'ta. Then, for everyone in the weyr to hear, he proclaimed triumphantly, SHINYMINE! He'd be able to keep his big shiny, too! Oh yay oh yay.

Back in the clutch, the Requiem Egg stirred, rocking back and forth. It bumped abruptly into the Hymn Egg, and caused a large splay of cracks to shatter all down the sides of the shell. As the egg itself shattered, brown hide became visible and the hatchling within tumbled into the pile of glittering objects beneath him. Startled, he climbed to his feet and looked around. A small ring was caught around his neck, but the salamandyr did not appear to notice, instead stretching out. His hide was striking: dark brown so close to black as to earn second looks, while jagged markings of cream made up his back. Definitely a looker, the salamandyr was easy to make out in the glittering gold. He flared his frill testily and cocked his head as though listening for something. Something. Something.

Then he leapt, making a quick jump over the side of the pot and onto the floor. He didn't stay in one place long, though. Rather, he very quickly dashed a circle around the pot and snapped at one of the people nearest to him. His frill flared in anger and he twitched again. And listened.

His head cocked to the side. He glanced at the nest and edged closer, spying something on the top. His body flattened, ready to strike, when Showoff came into view and hissed at him. Furious, the Hymn Brown hissed right back and then proceeded to run through the group of people as fast as he possibly could. Along the way, he stopped to scratch an unfortunate on the shin - presumably for getting in his way, though it could have simply been because he was there. Said unfortunate was T'rid, the Weyrleader, though the Hymn Brown did not notice. His attention fell on a female and he threw himself forcefully at Malara, slamming into her leg. Roughly he climbed, no doubt tearing any fabric or skin in his way, and he demanded to her and her alone, Give. Whether he was simply ineloquent, or thought one word made his point, was unclear -- but he'd clearly made his choice, for better or worse. And soon, those ugly shinies wouldn't be watching and he'd get a very delicious snack. Yes yes.

Back in the nest, the Requiem Egg was finally shattered enough to reveal a... red hide? Yes, the salamandyr within was as red as - or perhaps moreso than! - Showoff. Clearly a bronze from the glimmer of his hide, the male stretched out languidly in what may or may not have been a posing posture. Then he daintily licked his claws clean, listening to his surroundings in the process. No need to rush. He had all the time in the world....

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01. Prelude Egg
02. Aria Egg Impressed: Green Neon to Venus
03. Bolero Egg
04. Minuet Egg Impressed: Blue ? to Behruth M'ta
05. Serenade Egg
06. Symphony Egg
07. Sonata Egg
08. Nocturne Egg
09. Lullaby Egg
10. Hymn Egg Impressed: Brown ? to Malara
11. Requiem Egg Hatched: Bronze, preening

[glamourie]

Minuet Blue

Color: Blue #00C0FF
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: M'ta
Physical Appearance: Fragile and delicate does this salamandyr appear. His body is small, dainty, and slender. Each of his limbs looks as if it could be shattered by the wind let alone a forceful touch, and though his eating habits will never be unhealthy, he has the incredible fortune of never getting fat. On the flip side, his wings are so small that he can't glide at all and trying to spread them will often send him off balance and tumbling downward. His tail is incredibly long and slender, and will likely end up being a tool used to save him from falling off of high places on numerous occasions; it's strong enough to keep him from injury. His frail appearance is not at all accurate, however; this little male is quite resilient, and will be very difficult to injure or get down. His coloring is a bright, cheerful blue, but that is not the most unusual part of his look. Rather, obscure shapes of spots cover his body all over in a shade of blue so light as to resemble white, so that he resembles the sky itself. The spots are all uneven sizes and shapes, each distinct, and someone imaginative might say that it's possible to see various creatures and objects among them -- but that's entirely up to the viewer.

Personality: If his appearance can be described as 'cheerful', than his personality would be sickeningly so. Ever-so-optimistic, this salamandyr likes everybody and will happily climb on any person he sees, whether they're His or not. He's shameless. He is happiest to get to know strangers and will go out of his way to run up to someone he's never met before - just to find out who they are. He's also insatiably curious, which will lead to this little salamandyr getting into everything at least once. Some of his favorite pastimes include invading the weyrs of sleeping riders to find out what they are hiding underneath their furs, and hiding out in the bags of others just to find out where it will take him. His bonded should not be surprised if he gets lost at least, oh, three times a day. With his chosen, he is highly affectionate, even something of a suck up; he has no problem whatsoever letting his chosen know how fond he is of them, and if gets him special treatment more's the better. Unfortunately, as far as words go, he won't remember many and is more likely to mimic the last thing he's heard - thus causing his 'word' choices to change continually. Once he learns a new one, he'll completely forget the old one... rinse and repeat.

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Hymn Brown

Color: Brown #2C1800
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Malara
Physical Appearance: This brown is very strikingly marked, such that one might almost think him black and white unless he was near to something of purer color. His base color is a near-black brown, darkest at his extremities and visibly brown (though still extremely dark) on his body. Overlayed atop this dark panorama are crisp, jagged markings, clearly and boldly slashed in a cream so pale to hardly count as a shade of brown. Diamond outline markings mark down his spine, smallest on his muzzle and tail and wider on his back. The pale marks are slightly darker cream on his back than his extremities, giving him a more blended-looking body and extremely defined muzzle and tail. Smaller, slashing marks tick his haunches and legs, while his belly is almost entirely taken over by wide vees, the tips towards his muzzle and the trailing ends blending down rapidly to darkness. His attenuated body and sharply pointed head gives him a venomous look, especially given the fact that his narrow lower jaw makes his upper fangs protrude beyond his dark lips, and his snaking tail is prone to lash and twitch in any emotion, the truest barometer of his feelings. His frill is marked with radiating lines of inward-tipped vees, strikingly marked and almost always displayed.

Personality: Unlike his “boring” egg, this salamandyr is never in a state of rest. Extremely sensitive to sound, he is always paying attention to something, constantly in a state of aroused attention, holding his narrow form off of the ground and panting, as if to taste the air for any sense of danger. Nervous and irritable, he is liable to strike at anything nearby without even thinking, lashing out in antagonism for no real reason. He also has a bit of a taste for blood, and often will refuse to eat cooked or dried meat, or even insects. Sometimes he won’t even eat fresh meat! No, the only thing he really likes is fresh blood, whether he’s draining a young tunnelsnake or lapping from a bowl, or even taking bites out of people. However, he also has a taste for raw eggs, making him quite a danger around firelizard clutches and the coops of the Weyr, but keeping his home quite free of yound tunnelsnakes. They’re either in his stomach as eggs, or their dessicated corpses are left to rot wherever he drains them, little vampire that he is. This brown is quite taciturn, offering no explanation for his random acts of violence, but at least he’s not one for revenge. There is simply no meaning behind his cruelties; he just likes the way people taste. And dragons, herdbeasts, tunnelsnakes, felines… and shells, even other salamandyrs. Yum.

[Requiem]

He flattened himself completely against the wall, attention torn between the little blue thing that was glaringly obvious against Behruth's dark hide and the rather boisterous entrance of a bleeding, shirtless Uu'n and the dam of the salamandyr clutch. This was turning into a circus. Which was exactly why he hadn't wanted to be here in the first place! All the bustling bodies and noisy nuisances. M'ta merely wanted to escape to his weyr and possibly bury himself beneath Behruth's hoard of sticks, stones, shell fragments and a few stray pieces of jewelry. Yes. Maybe if he reminded Behruth of the collection the brown could be coaxed into -

What in Faranth's name?!

Oh nonononono. M'ta might not be fluent in salamandyr body language, but that couldn't at all be good. Trilling with tiny, thin wings and frill extended. Salamandyrs didn't bond to dragons, did they? He wasn't sure, but it seemed fairly obvious that Ruth was being claimed. And, despite the unease of the brown, he could sense Behruth's fascination and even a bit of bemused affection for the blue. The traitor. Time to really get moving here. Fast.

The brown struggled to try to see his companion from this angle, warmed despite himself at how openly affectionate the little pretty was. When a hatchling fresh out of the egg was already complimenting you, how could you help but adore him? He just...didn't want the little scary that was staring at him even now to take his eyes. Ruth needed his eyes, he did. How did you fly without eyes? How did you see shinies?!

Jabari, meanwhile, returned the squirmy's curiosity. He might have hissed again, but the creature wasn't radiating evil like that other one. Just a little...yucky...squirmy. Kind of cute in a supremely unattractive sort of way. He cocked his head to one side and fluted softly at the creature. Was it going to leave now? It should...it was making the big firelizard nervous.

He knew it. He knew it was going to happen, and it did. M'ta took absolutely no pride in being right on this one. The cloudy blue was racing across the ground directly toward him, showing absolutely no signs of hesitance. Even so, when the new little mind burst into his with a loud happy scream and a wave of cheerfulness that was enough to make even Fiona nauseous to her stomach, M'ta instinctively twitched back and cracked his head against the wall. Shells, that hurt! Behruth! What have you done? The pretty shiny chose you, M'taMine! Behruth returned delightedly, inching a little closer to his human and his pretty. No. He chose you, then chose me by default. Rubbing at the back of his head, he stared down at the creature, unsure of what to do with it. Between Behruth and the creature he could hardly think for all the sweet happy flooding through him. M'ta's mood was becoming dangerously terrible in a short amount of time to ward off all the optimism.

Shinymine. Shinymine? M'ta blinked, finding the creature right in front of his nose and kneeding one cheek with a paw. Waves of affection and hunger were coming off the blue 'mandyr in droves. You're supposed to feed him. M'ta shot Ruth a glare (though the effect was greatly diminished with a blue mandyr half-clinging to his face). Well, you are, Behruth responded rebelliously. Heaving a soft sigh, he picked his way gingerly through the crowd, distracted as the blue cast curiously about at any strange movement or interesting noise. The salamandyr wanted his big shiny, but food was this way. He bounced a little in anticipation, leaving his perch to dive into the bowl Lennae had handed off to the Weyrleader.

M'ta glanced at T'rid suspiciously, then cast a bemused glance down at the gorging salamandyr. This day was starting out wonderful. He needs a name, M'taMine. Do we have to? I like Pretty Mandyr Shiny, the brown continued, undaunted. That is far too long, Behruth. But you said he was mine! Why can't I name him if he's mine? M'ta heaved a sigh. Fine. But it's still too long. I'm calling him PMS.

Hah. Take that, Ruth.

Of course, the weyrling was just overjoyed, speaking happily in a stream to his new friend, and completely oblivious to M'ta's small act of rebellion. Nudging the bowl lightly with a foot, he said to the mandyr within, "Did you hear that? You're PMS." The blue loved the name and trilled good-naturedly at his shiny. The medium shiny. Shinymine, he replied, scrambling back up into M'ta's shirt with a scrap of meat still clutched between his claws to munch.

"Yeah. You don't have to remind me," the young man returned crossly.

[neeuqtar]

"Close enough," Uu'n muttered, shooting a glare at his salamandyr, who was rapidly going from dejected to fiercely protective. Her blaring emotions were giving him a headache... but that might have been due to the fact that he'd have some lovely bruises from falling down a boulder into the Selenitas river. He scooted over to the indicated hard liquor, using his clean hand to shuffle around. He opened the bottle with his teeth and poured a little into his dirty hand, splashing it onto his bite with a hiss as the liquor burned. "I think Dael's picking up bad habits from her children," he added with a pained grin, recapping the bottle and setting it on K'lir's bed before dripping his way over to the wardrobe and snagging a towel, cleaning up the blood before flipping it around and starting to dry his body.

"Don't worry about a bandage," Uu'n said. "Really, I'm okay, just a little... blasted by Dael. See, it stopped bleeding already." He tilted his neck to show that, indeed, his wound was barely oozing blood at all, though the whole area was reddened. Uu'n poked his head into the wardrobe again, searching about until he found a pair of pants and a shirt which looked suspiciously like one he'd been missing for a while. Of course, K'lir had mentioned something about having some of his clothing... Eh, it didn't bother him. With a salute to K'lir, he stepped out of sight, into another room, and shimmied out of his soaked pants. Tight clothing was remarkably difficult to get out of...

With his second snagged towel, he dried of his lower half before pulling on K'lir's pants, belting it so it wouldn't fall off (what was with K'lir and loose clothing anyhow?) and kicked his sopping clothing into a corner with the first bloody towel. He'd deal with it after the Hatching. Toweling his blond hair off, he stepped back out, his shirt over his arm, and returned over to K'lir. Leaning over with a wicked grin, he kissed K'lir on the cheek. "Seems like I always end up in your pants," he purred at the other man. Dael frilled, pleased.

Babies silly, Dael replied. I love, but no can stop be bad sometimes. She flicked her frill, glaring at the Minuet Blue with clear distaste, picking up on what had happened in her absence. The gold strutted back and forth, completely ignoring the fact that she was spattered in blood like some sort of violent warrior, just daring anyone to come near enough. I thank, she said to Showoff. Showoff good, fight bad. Dael love.

[hseru]

Shardit, it was a long way from the candidate barracks to the personal weyrs on foot, what with fussing with his pets, fussing with his clothes, and fussing with the boat to get to shore. Lanthos had yet to quite get the hang of rowing, so he'd gone in circles more than once for failing to compensate for his stronger right handed pull. It didn't help that Pep and Mask were being especially fussy today. Both Blues had decided that they wanted a shoulder perch, and Pep reinforced his decision of which one to claim with hissing and name-calling to his limited capacity. Mask was getting used to his paltry attempts at bullying, and knew that the mandyr would give up after a few moments from sheer laziness.

Lanthos had docked to boat on shore before they finally quieted down though, one on each shoulder. Mask cuddled up close to the boy's neck, the flitter cooing with worry that they were going to get more horrid flightless ones. The smallloudblue was enough trouble, but Hispet wanted more? Pep, on the other hand, was trilling with anticipation. Yes yes, handsomePep good pretties! He was looking forward to seeing the babies. Small ones could be fun. Females were fun too. Maybe hispet would get a female? A nice green, oh he liked greens. Prettpretty. he said, talking mostly to himself in anticipation.

As Lanthos finally made his way into the area he sought, he saw a few people still straggling towards the weyr in question, which was good, as he had no clue where he was going. He clutched a small bowl of prepared meat in his hands, and followed the trickling of people until he reached the full weyr. There were a -lot- of people here. This was nothing like Pep's hatching, but he guessed that they couldn't all be the same. Mask slipped into his collar, suddenly shy with all the people, but Pep flared his sapphire frill, urging hispet onwards so he could see. Gogo Lanosgo! Pretty! The candidate was only able to make it to about midway before he was stopped, but he was tall enough to have a decent view of the unusual nesting spot. He could even see that a few eggs had already hatched, but there were so many left! Pep squirmed, then clambered up onto Lanthos' head, making him twitch as tiny claws scratched his scalp, the blue standing up to see better.

[glamourie]

Did he just say he was calling his salamandyr PMS?

K'lir did a double-take, staring at M'ta with an expression somewhere close to horror. What, exactly, was - why - what a - nevermind, it was M'ta, who was not exactly known for behaving rationally. The greenrider twitched visibly (no doubt an entertaining sight to behold) and smacked his forehead with his palm. Fortunately, he was on the other side of the weyr and far enough that his response would probably be missed. He also wouldn't be inclined to comment from that position, no matter how tempting it was to bellow across the weyr that the brown weyrlingrider was completely insane. Did he not realize how ridiculous such a name was? His poor blue. His poor, poor blue. K'lir was going to call it Bluey. Barely a step above though the name was, it was slightly better. Slightly.

Fortunately enough, he was very quickly distracted from any desire to get up and go talk to M'ta, as Kahrelir chose that moment to squirm and fuss. Not that he could blame the child. Groups were never fun. Climbing back onto his bed, K'lir crawled over and cooed quickly, one hand moving to wiggle his fingers in front of the baby's face. Kahrelir squirmed and grasped his fingers, evidently comforted by his proximity. He never quite started to cry, though his discomfort was undeniable. "Shh, the hatching will be over quickly," K'lir whispered, "and then most of these people will get out of our space, I promise..."

Oh, Uu'n was back. K'lir blinked and glanced toward the bluerider inquisitively, then smiled. Affection seemed almost... out of place? Not that he minded, but for so long Uu'n was distant to him that he was a little surprised. He didn't object, though, instead letting his eyes sweep over the blond with a distinctly pleased look. "So you do. They look better on you than me, too," he replied, then looked back at Kahrelir. "Sorry, I'm a little distracted. I think all the people here are upsetting him -- he's not used to it." Had he ever introduced Uu'n to Kahrelir? Probably not -- he didn't really socialize with Uu'n. Not that he objected to spending time with the bluerider, but their schedules seemed to clash at times, and K'lir didn't seek people out all that often. In fact, for him to do so without due cause was almost a miracle in itself. Thus when they ran into each other, Kahrelir was usually with his mother. How very odd. He decided not to introduce. He didn't know iff Uu'n liked babies or not... and people tended to get weird about that, for some reason.

Being complimented always pleased Showoff. Always. The bronze salamandyr proceeded to preen, showing off his frill and wings in a quick movement not unlike a twirl. Protect babies Daelmine eat no worries, he said with no small amount of affection. Baby weird, maybe broke? His gaze fell back on the Minuet Blue -- now PMS -- with obvious disapproval. Broken baby indeed.

Back in the clutch, the Requiem Bronze stretched out further, making himself look as comfortable as possible. His wings flipped and he glanced around before twittering to himself, as though he had a lot to say. He postured, clearly expecting everyone to stare, and when that didn't work to his satisfaction (due in part to being inside the pan), he climbed on top of one of the other eggs. It was the biggest egg he could navigate, and once he got himself situated, he flared his frill again. His little claws ran down the length of his body as though to 'smooth' himself out and he looked around, strutting in his spot. Stare, everyone. He was absolutely magnificent, and he wanted it to be painfully clear.

Unfortunately, that one movement caused the egg beneath him, the Serenade Egg, to split and crack. The Requiem Bronze hissed indignantly and then sprang onto the side of the pot next to Dael, looking startled. Bad broked, he said scoldingly, before sticking his tail and nose up in defiance. Bad, bad. Me best. And then, completely ignoring his parents, he leapt off and stalked into the crowd.

The Serenade Egg wobbled again, before cracking to reveal an aquatic blue hide best described as lovely. Another rock had the creature spilled out into the pot and the Serenade Blue squeaked softly, as though startled. His limelight was quickly stolen, though, for at that exact moment, the Symphony Egg shattered into a thousand pieces... right on top of him. From within emerged a green who landed directly on top of her clutchbrother and most effectively pinned him down, both with her weight and an unusual level of strength. Hissing directly into his face, she flared her frill, as though she blamed him for her hatching, and the Serenade Blue squirmed. He hissed right back, though, clearly intending to fight. He wasn't about the be shown up by a silly green.

And the Requiem Bronze would not be outdone by either of them. He stopped and looked around before scattering onto K'iel's leg. HIGHER he demanded from his perch, having chosen the bluerider as his own... and he would not be happy until he was up in the air, much higher than any of them. He deserved the spotlight!

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01. Prelude Egg
02. Aria Egg Impressed: Green Neon to Venus
03. Bolero Egg
04. Minuet Egg Impressed: Blue Pretty Mandyr Shiny to Behruth M'ta
05. Serenade Egg Hatched: Blue, fighting with Symphony Green
06. Symphony Egg Hatched: Green, fighting with Serenade Blue
07. Sonata Egg
08. Nocturne Egg
09. Lullaby Egg
10. Hymn Egg Impressed: Brown ? to Malara
11. Requiem Egg Impressed: Bronze ? to K'iel