they say music can alter moods {mandyr hatching}

[Tashe]

Green Mandyr Absinthe

What proceeded next seemed to go rather quickly. One moment the Green and the Blue were tussling, and the next the Mandyrs were flying apart like they had been electrocuted. Since he could only track the progress of one of the two, Nautic let his eyes follow after the little Blue. It seemed as if only a few seconds passed before he felt a small weight drop onto his head. Rolling his eyes upward as the Salamandyr looked down, the young man's eyebrows shot into his hair line as the Green 'spoke'. Dowant. "Oh... er.. Well hello." Wantwantwant. "You said that already an-- owowow. Okayokay!" Doing his best to disentangle the young Salamandyr from his hair as she began digging her claws into his head, Nautic held her in one hand as he dug around for a piece of meat with the other. Yeswant! Dowantyum. "Here, take it." Offering the Green a piece of the meatroll, Nautic watched as she happily began to tear into the meat. "Name... I have to name you don't I? Well lets see... Abby? Sina? Thia?" No, none of those sounded right. It was then that his mind put all three together into a single word. "Absinthe?" Do want! Do waaantwantwantwantDododo. "Okay! Geesh."

Pulling back near to the entrance of K'lir's Weyr, Nautic proceeded to begin the process of feeding the Green to the point of bursting. It felt weird to be tied to something mentally... he'd have to get used to it. Absinthe would be like training wheels, because humans were likely to feel even more connected to a Wher or a Dragon than to a Salamandyr. At least... the thought so. MOREDOWANTNOW. "Faranath you sure can eat a lot..."

[glamourie]

The Prelude Egg shivered again. For one short moment, it appeared the egg was not going to hatch fully after all, for it held perfectly still. Then all at once it rocked back and forth until the green within spilled out and flopped onto her stomach, wings outstretched at her sides as she blinked blankly. The green slithered slightly, stretching herself out as much as she could, and then she climbed to her feet. For all appearances, she looked downright odd for one of her kind; nothing about her appearance was typical for a salamandyr. Her little wings flared and she looked around, skeptically, before rising to her feet. Slowly and surely, she climbed on top of the Sonata Egg and looked around the weyr to get a good view of who was there to choose from.

Nonono, the Prelude Green said to herself as she beheld the amount of eggs remaining. That wasn’t right. She didn’t want them all to hatch after her, and her be forgotten. Snarling in jealousy, the green then did the unthinkable: she launched herself forward and began attacking the clutch in full force, her whole body slamming into each egg until all of them had cracks. Her movements were too fast for her to be stopped, though Showoff looked startled at her behavior. The Prelude Green panted a few times, and then strutted in victory. She would be remembered. She hatched them all. That made her the best, didn’t they see? Her little tail flipped and she hopped onto the Sonata Egg again, causing thousands of smaller cracks over the surface. Then she leapt off of it, onto the Lullaby Egg, and from there onto the edge of the pot. In her wake, both eggs toppled over, but the shell fragments hid the hatchlings from view… for the moment. Nononobestno.

BAD BABY! Showoff scolded as he hopped toward the green. You go now you go now!

Defiantly ignoring her sire, the Prelude Green launched herself onto the ground and stalked off casually. She’d already made a scene and felt no need to prove herself further. No one would forget the green who hatched an entire clutch on her own! Now, to find Hers…

K’lir eyed Lennae skeptically for a moment. She’d moved toward a girl who was speaking to T’rid, and what he heard was, “--more useless than you are now,” which stuck out in his mind. Perhaps recklessly, the greenrider commented (for everyone to hear), “I don’t think our fair Weyrleader could possibly be any more useless than he is now, wherhandler. In a lesser position, he’d at least be less detrimental to the rest of us.” He was being nasty, yes, but could he be blamed? T’rid was usually obnoxious. That and he had a feeling that the Weyrleader was behaving badly. He was too distracted to check to his own satisfaction, but the assumption was a safe one. T’rid was incapable of being mature. He made Lir feel old.

Nononomineno? the Prelude Green said as she arrived at the foot of her chosen: A’fyr. Her little wings flared and she looked up at him expectantly, obviously sure he knew what to do. Just where was her food, thanks?

Back in the pot, the different shell fragments began to stir. Then, from beneath them burst a very loud and audible, NONONONONO-NO! NONONO NO NO - NONONO NO NONO - NO NO NO NO - NONO NO NOOOO~ that could only be described as a hideously off-key attempt at singing. The fragments stirred some more, before a blue salamandyr flung himself out and on top of what appeared to be shiny hide. Ignoring that, he stood up on his hind legs, lost his balance, fell back into the pot and continued his horribly eardrum-shattering song, Nonono no NO no nonononoNO no no no no NONO no …. NOOOOOO! Clearly finished, he leapt onto the side of the pot and flared his wings contentedly, expecting applause, or some kind of acknowledgment. Wasn’t his singing absolutely fabulous? Didn’t they love him?

From next to him, the shiny hide glittered a moment more, before a loud squawk sounded. Glittering gold climbed free as the Sonata Queen managed to climb out from underneath her shell. Indignant, she leaned over and literally tore a chunk out of the Lullaby Blue’s tail. Her rage showed in her frill, her eyes, and her posture, flattened down to combat mode undeniable. SILENCE! she demanded, enraged by the male’s horrible singing - or perhaps her annoyance came from being sat on; one or the other, really. It was hard to tell considering that both happened at once and, so new from the shell, it likely could have been both.

Screeching in pain and terror, the Lullaby Blue threw himself out of the pot and ran as far as he could from the Sonata Gold. But she chased. Both the little blue and his gold clutch sister ran around the floor of the weyr, making enough racket to wake the dead. So early in the morning, it was unlikely anyone on the level was still asleep. If Calistoth hadn’t woke them up, the salamandyrs certainly would. The Lullaby Blue ran frantically before spying someone - someone - who could hopefully save him. Squawking, he threw himself right at Saeo and landed on her arm, little claws digging into her flesh as his terror erupted at her. Wouldn’t she save him from the bad? Please save him from the bad, he didn’t want to die!

The Sonata Gold came to an abrupt and sudden halt several paces from Saeo. Her frill flared, and she twitched in agitation, her eyes whirling. How dare he. How DARE he. She backed up slowly, snarling still, and moved away; if he wanted to share with a green to get away from her, so be it! SO BE IT! She deserved better anyway. Ruffling herself up, the gold looked around at the people near her, daring one of them to touch her. She was so hungry - so hungry - so -- foooooooood. Her eyes fell on a bowl passing hands and she made a straight line toward it, oblivious to the Nocturne Egg hatching behind her. Her movements were quick and steady, and she darted onto the foot of the person with the bowl. Determined, the little female slithered up the leg, her gold hide showing up prominently against purple, and then up the woman’s chest before launching herself right into Lennae’s bowl.

Mine.

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01. Prelude Egg Impressed: Green ? to A'fyr
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 Impressed: Blue ? to S'lain
06. Symphony Egg Impressed: Green Absinthe to Nautic
07. Sonata Egg Impressed: Gold ? to Lennae
08. Nocturne Egg
09. Lullaby Egg Impressed: Blue ? to Saeo
10. Hymn Egg Impressed: Brown Onyx to Malara
11. Requiem Egg Impressed: Bronze Mushu to K'iel

[glamourie]

Prelude Green

Color: Green #29A865
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: A'fyr
Physical Appearance: Small for a salamandyr, this female is one that will probably be overlooked from time to time. She's unfortunate in the regard that her frill is so small as not to be noticed at all, and her wings are so thin that she can't even glide, let alone attempt anything resembling flight. To her great disapproval, the end result is her looking more like a deformed, miniature firelizard than an actual salamandyr. This is heightened by the lack of length to her tail, usually a signature of salamandyr appearances. Her legs are also longer, which will make her startlingly quick on the ground. Her color does not really make up for her bizarre appearance, either. While there's no denying she's green (her body possesses a backwash of mossy shades that are completely impossible to mistake), the many spots that cover her body make her look more camouflaged than anything else. Varying in hue from grays to blacks to darker greens, each of the spots is unique in shape and size, spanning all down her back with no sort of pattern whatsoever. The spots continue down to her tail, where the very tip appears to be completely black, rather than her natural color. The only redeeming factor to her appearance is that she'll make an excellent spy when outdoors, for leafy foliage and plant-life will hide her completely. Predators will overlook her... and so will people she's eavesdropping on most of the time; one has to actually be looking for her to spot this green.

Personality: Just because she looks odd for a salamandyr doesn't make her any less of one, as this green will happily tell anyone who implies she's something different. Fiercely proud, she is not above tearing into someone for insulting her and her little claws and teeth are like razors. However, when not insulted, this green is typically happy to not touch anyone but Hers. She's fiercely independent and loathes being handled by strangers. Firelizards are not scorned, but rather ignored, for they are beneath her interest. What keeps her attention is humans, and she uses her coloration to her fullest advantage to eavesdrop on conversations and actions whenever she can. Her tiny body enables her to fit into the nooks and crannies that most people overlook, and her hide makes her blend in excellently. Because of her fondness for listening in, she doesn't often speak, though what she says, she means - at least in tone. She's also extremely easy to influence and will pick up on the habits of others who spend a lot of time around her, for better or worse. It is likely this salamandyr will emulate anything her bonded does, and other salamandyrs if she's around them enough. Hers should be careful to keep her away from bad influences, because once she picks up a habit it is extremely hard to break her of it; this is because she's extremely stubborn, particularly when she's found something that she likes. Much of her time will be spent on her own, eavesdropping and listening, but it's worth it -- the information she brings back will be shared, contentedly, with Hers. No secret is safe from her!

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Lullaby Blue

Color: Blue #0B2C5A
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Saeo
Physical Appearance: Easily the largest blue of the clutch and - at full growth - one of the largest blue salamandyrs to ever hatch, this little fellow is unforgettable. He has a positively massive frill that he displays almost constantly. Fortunately for him, his wings are big enough to balance out the weight of that frill and keep him from falling down on his face continually; it will not be odd to see him standing on his hind legs, frill flared at its fullest, wings spread out to his side and wobbling to stay upright. A comical sight though he may be, this little fellow also walks on two legs often. Should he lose his balance, there's always his tail to keep him from totally collapsing. Said tail is very long and slender, excellent for gripping things and perfect for balancing him out. As for his hide, it is a wonderful velvety dark blue that would be beautiful to behold except that there's dozens of smaller glacier blue speckles all over his legs. Said speckles are actually tiny spots, each individual one mimicking its opposite on the legs on the other side of his body, but the end result is that he looks as if his legs have been dipped into paint that is slowly dripping off of him. The same light markings can be found on his tail, but those are the only places on his body, likely leading viewers to wonder if his egg was dipped in something prior to his hatching.

Personality: One of the first things that his bonded will notice is that this salamandyr likes to sing. A lot. He broadcasts it for everyone to hear and he's actually very good at mimicking the words. Unfortunately, though he loves music (and will promptly follow around any harper he can find as a result), he's absolutely, positively terrible and to listen to him "sing" is to make the poor soul being tortured with his awesome vocal skills want to bludgeon out their own ear drums. Everything he "sings" is off-key and usually doesn't match the rhythm of the intended song, resulting in disruption and chaos -- much to this little blue's heartbreak, for when things are disrupted, he no longer gets to listen to the beautiful music! His chosen will also find that it is impossible to break him of this habit. Every Gather he attends will have this salamandyr up on the stage attempting to sing for everyone in the crowd, whether they want to hear or not, and he's not above climbing onto heads to make sure everyone can see the source of the ... wonderful ... music. When he's not singing, he's generally an easy going salamandyr; when he speaks it is always in rhyme and song, and therefore rarely makes sense to anyone but him. Answers come in musical responses... or bites. He likes to bite, too... especially his bonded's fingers. His can expect to spend a lot of time with bandaged hands, and wincing. Here's hoping that bandages never become a rare commodity!

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Sonata Gold

Color: Gold #F8E476
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Lennae
Physical Appearance: An image of perfection she is not. This little salamandyr is riddled with imperfections enough to make anyone familiar with the species stop and stare. While her tail is normal length for a salamandyr (And thus is long and serpentine, as though a sentient creature all on its own), the rest of her body appears to be smashed together, as if some invisible pair of hands proceeded to smash her head down toward her hindquarters. Her body itself is short and, frankly, chubby. From stubby little legs to a slightly wide body, she looks bizarre for a salamandyr and her only saving grace is the large wings which will make gliding for her Runs exceptional. Her eyes are also on the large side and appear bug-eyed, though some might find this particular trait endearing. Her coloration is more typical, a fine golden yellow masking up and over her body as though she's been wrapped in sunlight. Dazzling lighter gold highlights trail up and around her wings, over the sails and over her frill, giving her a perpetually glowing appearance that almost counteracts her slightly awkward appearance. Unfortunately, given her build, her Runs will not likely be as long and elaborate as many salamandyr queens, for this little female is definitely not muscular. That width can be attributed more to how much she eats than a healthy routine and Hers will have to be careful to keep her from becoming excessively overweight.

Personality: If queens are meant to be regal and elegant, this one does not live up to her name. Excessively bossy, it will not be unusual for this little female to try to command any one and thing, regardless of species. She is queen and she will settle for absolutely nothing less than worship from those around her. She expects to be adored and idolized and, should anyone fail to grant her that, they can expect a firm nipping. Her bonded will quickly find that this salamandyr queen likes biting, particularly Hers, and she will adore hanging from awkward places like the space between her chosen's nostrils or their bottom lip. Actually, she simply likes having things in her mouth - period. Eating is her favorite pastime and she will constantly try to do so if not controlled. Food must be acquired always. Even when she isn't eating, though, she prefers to be chewing on something. She will only take breaks to make quick commands, usually involving food or whatever Hers asks of her. She's intelligent enough to comprehend suggestions and requests, but stubborn enough to utterly refuse to do anything without a good reason or sufficient bribery - typically in the form of something delicious. Rarely will she stray far from her bonded, not out of possessiveness (though there is that, and should any other draconid species attempt to perch on Hers there will be problems), but because she figures sticking with Hers is the best opportunity for food out there. She's prone to bouts of laziness as well and will rarely walk around if she can hitch a ride, simply out of practicality.

[weaving]

“No. Nonononono. Not yours. Definitely not yours.” Arms outstretched, Lennae was trying to keep the creature in the bowl as far away from her as possible. This was a mistake. A very large mistake. If she closed her eyes and counted to ten, this would all go away. One, two, three… she cracked her eyes open, hoping to find that the ‘mandyr was gone, off to impress someone else but no, there she was, still staring at her. Mine, she declared again. Was Hers stupid? Of course Lennae was Hers. And as Hers, she should be feeding her by hand, not leaving her to fend for herself. Her tail twitched with displeasure at having to wait for the woman to get the hint. Why was she still staring at her like that? Oh, maybe she was admiring her beauty? The queen posed for a moment before realizing that wasn’t it at all. Maybe Hers really was an idiot.

Feed me.

The demand finally seemed to shake some sense back into the greenrider, who finally blinked and closed her gaping mouth. There was only one person to blame for this: K’lir. She glared at the other greenrider before stomping toward him. He was going to make this go away. No ifs, ands, or buts. As she reached K’lir, she snatched the gold up by her tail, dangling her in front of his face. The hatchling squirmed about, not very much enjoying this at all. This wasn’t eating! She didn’t care about the stupid ugly head in front of her. She wanted food. Now.

“Make her go away,” she stated as calmly as she could manage, which wasn’t very calm at all. In about five seconds she was going to resort to five year old tactics and throw a tantrum. If looks could kill, Selenitas would be short a rider. “The last thing I need is this pest in my life.” Still squirming, the gold quickly managed to swing herself up, attaching to Lennae’s hand. Nipping at the woman’s fingers until she released her tail, she quickly scrambled up the greenrider to firmly clamp down on her lower lip, prohibiting Lennae from spouting more obscenities about her. Plus she had something to chew on while she waited for hers to come around and feed her.

Not a pest. Beautiful shiny queen. Prettiest ever. All love. All love.

“Owowowowow.” Reaching up to grab the hatchling, Lennae gently pried her away from her lip, which was feeling rather sore and swollen after its attack. “Fine. Alright. I give in. You win.” With that, she dumped the gold back into the bowl of meat and promptly shoved a chunk into her mouth. “Egotistical brat,” she muttered. Immediately after speaking, her eyes lit up. “That’s it. I’ll call you Brat.” The hatchling certainly was more of a brat than any of the weyrbrats she'd ever encountered. This was making the idea of children actually seem preferable to having pets and she never thought she'd see the day where she'd find herself thinking such things. Not that she would ever say them aloud, especially around K'lir. He'd probably only find a way to torture her with babies.

“And just because I’m accepting this doesn’t mean I’m happy with it,” she told K’lir, returning to glaring at him fiercely. No, she was not happy about this. Not happy at all.

[Rowana]

Roivao looked up, startled. Cries of fear and anger were coming from the newest hatchlings. He spotted a flash of gold running around the floor. It was hard to see the other, it was such a dark blue. Then, almost before he could react, they had each chosen. The blue hide in the arms of a young weyrling and the gold to one of the riders. The woman did not seem very happy about the arrangement. That was a first. Roi couldn't remember a woman ever being unhappy about impressing a queen. Of course, in his experience most queens were also vain and self centered creatures. This one certainly didn't seem any different. He supposed he could blame her for being a little put out by the situation. But the little queen clearly wouldn't take no for an answer.

Only two eggs remained. Roivao started to relax. He doubted any of the creatures would find him back here and he just wanted to enjoy watching them. The young ones were being fed by either happy or grumpy new owners and the whole scene made him feel warm and comfortable. It was nice to be among friends again. Even if he didn't know them personally. Roi stifled a yawn. He needed to get to bed once this was over. Staying up most of the night was going to take some getting used to.

[nightingale]

As she suddenly felt someone tugging on her cat, Saeo turned to examine Raylin with a suspicion she made no attempt to hide. "I got into a fight with a hurricane and lost." She offered humourlessly, accepting the bowl of meat without really thinking about it. Hadn't Raylin explicitly stated that she not only abhored salamandyrs, but if she caught her anywhere near another hatching, she would find herself sleeping in the hallway? She had to be up to something...
Cherilith was quick to nervously remind his rider that if she wasn't impressing, she didn't need to be holding a bowl of meat. "You keep it." The girl sighed, thrusting the bowl into Raylin's chest and turning her attenetion toward the ear-splitting commotion that had begun rising from the stewpot. "I'm only here to watch."

Yesyesyesyes pestgo! Freckle enthused, scrabbling across the girl's shoulders in order to place herself an inch or two closer to Showoff. She flared her speckled frill, mimicing the bronze's penchant for displaying to emphasize a point. Gogogogogogogo...GO! GOGO! GOGOGOGOGOOOOOO! The awkward little green's tone had changed dramatically halfway through the speech, and she now clung haphazardly to her humanpet's sleeve, glaring down at the soggy blue creature who had dared to perch there. Saeo flinched visibly as she felt tiny claws pricking her skin, but held as still as she could. She din't want to disorient the poor little thing and have it miss it's target the next time it jumped...but oh...there was a scary gold coming! It was coming, and it was bad and it was SCARY! And she was hungry.

Shards.

PESTPESTPESTPESTPEST!!! Freckle shrieked down at the Lullabye Blue, nearly toppling herself nose over tail in the process. Bad baby! BAAAAAD BABY! FRECKLE MAUL BAD BABY! BAAAAAD! The blue responded, peering up at her as he listed back and forth on the thin fabric. BA - A - AAAAAAAAD BABY! Bad bad BABYYYYYYY~ Freckle took immidiate offence to this, and lifted on of her paws to swat the infant blue from his perch. Thankfully, Saeo chose that precise moment to scoop the little green form her shoulder. The action was probably more to Freckle's benefit than the blue's, but she was not known for her balance or fighting skill.

"Freckle, you're not going to maul the sharding baby!" Freckle not maaaaaul~! Not maul Baby! Baby not shaaaards! Shards shards no-o-oooooooo~! The blue returned, attaching a painful little tune to the words. Mine? Cherilith pressed gently against a headache forming in the back of the girl's mind. I'm sorry darling. I really did think that it wasn't possible to impress two of them. Oh, that is alright my Saeo. I was only going to say that I quite like this one. PEST PEST PEST MAULPEST BAD BABYPEST!!!Well, I suppose that's a start.

[glamourie]

Had - was - BAHAHAHAA.

Sitting on the end of his bed, K’lir burst into hysterical cackling. His surroundings were promptly forgotten as he noticed the color of the little salamandyr that had latched herself most effectively to Lennae. His amusement showed very prominently on his face and the greenrider made no effort to hide that he was on the verge of asphyxiating from laughter. Backwards he fell on his bed, arms folded over his lower stomach. Cackling, he was, and for a good reason! He’d expected Lennae to Impress a passive little blue or something that was calm and easy-going; he was sure she’d Impress because what salamandyr wouldn’t want her, but a gold? A gold! Oh priceless. She was going to slaughter him. Positively slaughter. He didn’t care. His day was officially made wonderful and nothing anyone said or did would take away from the glorious feeling of triumph.

Or maybe they could. Lennae was fast approaching him with the little queen, and Showoff was distracted. The bronze salamandyr looked over at Freckle in distress; she was one of his few friends, or as close to it as he got, and her upset bothered him. He soon located the source of her upset in the blue salamandyr and his little wings flared as he replied, Slave Freckle has? He couldn’t be mad at one of his babies, no no; surely Freckle understood it was his baby?! He looked over at Dael and chattered nervously. Maybe Freckle would be happy that the blueling would be her slave. Showoff was of the opinion that the blues were all very odd, though. Some were bad, like the one on the big bad. Two bads. No more blues. Maybe he ought to sit on them all and teach them to behave properly. Showoff considered that for a moment, obviously weighing his options.

“How would you like me to do that?” K’lir asked as Lennae held the gold out to him. He visibly cringed back as if she carried some kind of plague. Baby salamandyrs were dangerous. He hadn’t forgotten Uu’n’s stunt with Lust and was not about to have the same thing happen to him. “She obviously wants you --”

Right at that second, Showoff noticed Lennae. And her gold. And their proximity to K’lir. Shrieking a battle cry that could only be described as enraged, the bronze practically flew across the ground in their direction. He launched himself up onto the bed and sprung onto K’lir’s chest before screeching at Lennae and her gold in rage. His whole body went flat, his frill flared, his claws dug into his bonded’s chest (and K’lir cringed in response) and he snarled, ready to fight. Gold or not, he wasn’t going to be stuck in Freckle’s position. This was His. He’d claimed the stupid long ago and he wasn’t sharing with anyone else. He barely tolerated the green nuisance.

BAD NO WANT YOU GO I KILL GO GO GO NOW GET BAD I KILL NOW GO GOLDPEST NO WANT GREENPEST I KILL YOU GO DUNGHEAD STUPID WHERRYMATER PRETTY! The sudden onslaught of insults was really only the tip of the iceberg if Lennae and her gold didn’t move. IS MINE IS MINE IS MINE IS MINE IS MINE! NO YOURS! MINE! He puffed up, making his tiny body appear significantly larger. If she didn’t move, he would fight her, and Showoff was getting very good with those little razor-sharp claws of his. Rage rage rage!

Fortunately, the little gold was obviously not interested in K’lir. As she scurried toward Lennae’s face, the greenrider reached up to snatch the bronze from his chest. “Showoff, she doesn’t want me, see, see? She doesn’t want me,” he said to the bronze, who still hissed, ready to spring at the first chance he got. K’lir ignored him, though he held fast on the whippy creature to prevent a blow-out. “Brat, eh? -- I should call her Snowball for a sevenday just to prove a point.” He sniffed indignantly, and Showoff hissed again. “Oh, quiet you. I’ll let you go if you go back to your nest and your mate and relax. None of your babies want me. None of them contend with you. Silly beast.” He couldn’t handle two. K’lir almost pitied Saeo. Calistoth and Showoff were bad enough, but two salamandyrs… his head would probably explode. She had a green and a blue at that. He was betting that would be very awkward, come time for the green to Run. Erk.

In the nest, the Nocturne Egg shuddered again, then shattered to reveal a green… fire lizard? It certainly looked that way at first. Slick and covered in egg-goop though she was, the creature most definitely resembled her winged cousins in build. Her hide was all salamandyr though, with an envious green shade highlighted by darker spots that were very much camouflaging in style. She flipped her wings testily and looked around the weyr, as though the chaos surrounding her was something she was oblivious to or better than. What, exactly, was their problem? Her tail flipped and she looked in the direction of one of the loudest sources of noise before scolding in distaste.

Loud, she said disapprovingly as she hopped up right next to Dael. To her dam she literally commented, Loudloud. She obviously did not approve of Showoff. Snobbishly lifting her head and hopping from the pot (the audacity she showed in her approaching Dael not withstanding, it was clear this salamandyr green thought herself quite impressive to behold), the Nocturne Green began looking amongst the remaining individuals. She walked the floor as if she owned it, oblivious to the cracks forming in the Bolero Egg from her clutch sister’s tantrum. She had all the time in the world to pick Hers, and she would not be hasty. It was a very important choice to make, you see, because she’d settle for nothing but the best. Only someone worthy of her would be picked, and that meant taking time in her decision.

The Bolero Egg rocked twice, and finally cracked enough for a salamandyr to slither his way out. Judging from his size, most would think him a bronze -- but no, his hide was all brown. A deep chestnut in color with golden speckles covering his hide, there was no doubting what color he actually was. He looked around thoughtfully as soon as he was out of his shell and proceeded to lick his claws clean. His head cocked to the side and he looked up and around. Daeluunya received an almost flirtatious chirp before he flung himself up and out of the pot in one quick swoop. However, once there, he impatiently stalked over toward the Nocturne Green. The female had stopped in front of another girl, but no no no no no. HE wanted her. How dare she try to take what was rightfully his? Pouncing forward, the Bolero Brown bit the side of the Nocturne Green’s frill (making her squeal in undeniable pain) before latching himself to Nris’s leg.

Mine, stupid, he said insultingly to his clutch sister. He wasn’t about to share the only one with no one else to compete for affection with. She was his. His clutch sister could just find someone else!

The Nocturne Green wriggled, creeling in pain. The injury to her frill undeniable, it would likely come as little surprise that she positively bolted. She was torn between fury and the blinding amount of hurt she was in. Perhaps that was the reason for her decision - or perhaps she’d made a choice long before, and simply was making sure hers was best. It was impossible to say. Most of the people there were eliminated on account of having fire lizards or salamandyrs already; others were eliminated for simply being unworthy. Her choice came in the form of Roivao, and she launched onto his leg, ichor dripping down her spectacularly green hide. Hurt hurt, she said piteously to her chosen, hoping he’d do something to make the aching go away. Hurthurthelphurtow… Wouldn’t he fix her up, please please?

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01. Prelude Egg Impressed: Green ? to A'fyr
02. Aria Egg Impressed: Green Neon to Venus
03. Bolero EggImpressed: Brown ? to Nris
04. Minuet Egg Impressed: Blue Pretty Mandyr Shiny to Behruth M'ta
05. Serenade Egg Impressed: Blue ? to S'lain
06. Symphony Egg Impressed: Green Absinthe to Nautic
07. Sonata Egg Impressed: Gold Brat to Lennae
08. Nocturne Egg Impressed: Green ? to Roivao
09. Lullaby Egg Impressed: Blue Baby to Saeo
10. Hymn Egg Impressed: Brown Onyx to Malara
11. Requiem Egg Impressed: Bronze Mushu to K'iel

[glamourie]

Bolero Brown[/u]

Color: Brown #8A4B00
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Nris
Physical Appearance: This salamandyr is very large for his color. He would even make a good-sized bronze, but his glossy chestnut coloration makes it quite obvious from the very start that he is most certainly a brown. And his coloration is indeed quite beautiful for a brown. His hide gleams with health and natural oil, a dark chestnut-brown with slightly golden undertones, like carefully tended wood. Golden brown speckles shimmer across his back and wings, concentrated on his haunches like those of an appaloosa runner. A ring of the same golden brown sits atop his head, slightly blurred and lopsided, but with an amusing likeness to a crown. Interestingly, his tongue, rather than being the usual green color of draconid tongues, is brown, and slightly rough, like that of a feline. Of course, he only deigns to lick honey or sugary-tasting food off of things, so it’s not revealed all that often, but when it is… adorable! Interestingly, he is also colorblind, completely unable to distinguish color of any sort. This gives him excellent night-sight and very sharp, defined vision, but it leads to… difficulty elsewhere.

Personality: This brown is a little bit too big for his britches. Convinced that he deserves everything, he tends to expect to be treated like a Lord, and is honestly shocked and offended whenever he isn’t given the treatment he expects. He won’t ever fly into rages, however, instead taking each blow to his honor with great dignity and a sort of sad resignation, as if he is in noble suffering. His every movement will display his emotion, never dashing about, and always holding himself with high-bred carriage, disdainfully peering at the lesser peerage all around him. He might actually be quite an amusing companion… if it wasn’t for Runs. Because he’s completely colorblind, this brown actually can’t tell who the female in the Run is, or even what’s going on. All he can tell is that it’s a Run, and that, because he is clearly superior, he is going to be the winner and therefore must be involved. It wouldn’t be all that bad… except that, as the Lord of Salamandyrs, he’s convinced that he is worthy of golds. Only golds. And that no lesser creature would dare Run and try and tempt him. So clearly, the largest salamandyr in the Run is the gold… HIS gold. And he will not take no for an answer when he moves to Catch “her”…

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Nocturne Green

Color: Green #00950E
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Roivao
Physical Appearance: Very large for a green salamandyr, this creature is one that will almost resemble a firelizard in build. From the length of her body and tail, to the larger wing sails that will make her adept at gliding to-and-fro, she is an oddity among her kind. No doubt her build will have her scorned by discerning salamandyrs (many of which absolutely detest firelizards). Her frill is also on the small side, and it will take great efforts on her part to show it off let alone appear threatening. The casual viewer might even mistake this salamandyr for a particularly tiny green flit if not careful, although the size difference is blatantly noticeable. Her coloration, unlike her build, is pure salamandyr. A rich envy green with noticeably glittery undertones, there's absolutely no mistaking her for any color but what she is. Darker green spots slide down her back, small enough that there is no actual shape able to be discerned from gazing at her for extended periods of time, while large enough to be seen whenever she holds still. These spots help to break up the purity of her coloring as well as adding texture; it almost appears as though touching her would be to brush one's hand over a particularly rough surface... but her hide is ever-so-smooth, like any salamandyr's would be. She only looks edgy!

Personality: Very graceful is this salamandyr. Each movement she makes seems to be elegant, like watching a tiny dancer, both in her gliding and on the ground. 'Dancer' is a term that fits her well, too, for she is fond of doing exactly that - flitting about to and fro in an agile display, as if to showcase her uniqueness among her kind. She has a very dainty, feminine grace that is undeniably evidenced in everything she does. From the way that she eats to the words she chooses to repeat, which are often times various exchanges of pleasantries. Unique among salamandyrs too is this little green's pattern of speech: though she always picks polite words to use, the tone in which she speaks them can be very telling of her moods, and each pleasantry can be wielded like an insult when she intends for it to. She is possessive without being rude. Rather than demand others not speak to or try to claim hers, she simply offers such an icy presence that it is hard not to feel unwelcome. Her bonded is HERS and she will not settle for anyone else. Like most salamandyrs, she has a devious streak too -- but hers often manifests in various games of trickery. It will not be uncommon for her to try and coax her minething into doing something -- just to see if she can. Manipulation is one of her favorite pastimes... along with dancing in the sky on the wind.

[Avu]

That the brown Salamandyr was focusing mainly on Stupid was not lost to T'rid, nor to Mir. Conspiracy wasn't at all bothered now that His wasn't in immediate danger anymore, and slunk from one shoulder to the other, crooning affectionately at T'rid and rubbing his triangular head against the bronzerider's jaw, his tongue flickering out to touch his cheek, eyes sparkling. His was ever-so-perfect and amazing to have faced down the mean Salamandyr, he was (never mind that T'rid had done absolutely nothing). Stupid, still perched on T'rid's forearm, responded to Onyx's hisses with his own, ever-so-maturely growling and then snapping his jaws threateningly, because, yes, a click that was all but inaudible -- frightening. Is Stupidmine, bad! he informed the other brown, and then, borrowing the threats that the other had only recently used upon him, You bite Stupidmine, boom die!

...literate, of course he was!

As soon as Onyx was scooped up by Malara, Mir fluted quietly, launching himself off the ground and tipping one wing to land carefully on T'rid's free shoulder, crooning again and then settling with a rustle of his wings, his eyes fixed vaguely in the direction of the Hatching clutch as Salamandyr babies spewed every which way out of it, including a gold. Another demon, doubtlessly. The blue firelizard yawned, settling his head lightly against the bronzerider's shoulder; one eye closed, the other turning to focus impassively upon Malara and the little lump that was Onyx. Conspiracy whistled loudly at that very same lump, hissing quietly. His didn't like that lump, he didn't, and therefore Conspiracy hated it, too. For once united with Conspiracy, Stupid frilled again, more at Malara than at Onyx (obviously he couldn't see!), and then muttered, Stupidmine, Stupidmine, hurt ow?

"I'm fine," T'rid responded automatically, letting Stupid crawl up his arm and then squirm into his pocket again. "Thanks for asking -- " He was cut off by the girl's comment, and his eyebrow rose, a grin of blatant amusement forming across his face. Weyrleader forever? Who in his sane mind would want to be? -- he was counting the days till Millieth started to glow, he was, and the instant she did, he and Corinth were leaving. He wasn't giving the bronze a chance to so much as blood. And he did remember that. He adored the thought of not being Weyrleader. He couldn't wait for it. Choking back a laugh, T'rid managed to direct his features into an expression that seemed appropriate for one being scolded, but the amusement that was twitching at the corner of his mouth was obvious. He was just waiting to burst into hysterical laughter. Obviously the wherling thought that he'd be...what, horribly offended or something? by the statement.

He wasn't. At all. It was Conspiracy who showed this most, out of his three pets; the brown firelizard crooned loudly, amusement sparkling in those jewel-faceted eyes. T'rid opened his mouth to inform her that he in no way wanted to be Weyrleader -- the way he saw it, Corinth Catching Aslath had been a complete fluke -- but before he could, she'd already ducked away and was rapidly making her way towards the door. Probably frightened of being reproached for it. Whatever. She'd just made his day with that comment, she had. Mine, T'ridMine...that was not...a compliment, I hope you know? Corinth sounded rather embarrassed, but T'rid...didn't care. I know, but I still can't wait, and reminding me that Millieth's scheduled to Rise soon just made me a lot happier,[/b] he responded --

-- whereupon K'lir decided to start adding onto the topic of his being useless (!), and he really did laugh. People would probably think he was crazy, and he'd probably receive a lot of weird looks for laughing at that, but they didn't know. "If you want to be Weyrleader, greenrider, go ahead. We can switch positions," he responded sweetly. (See? He could respond fine to being insulted/teased/whatever, as long as it wasn't in a sexual manner. So ha!) But...the sad thing was, he wasn't kidding. Oh, he made it sound as if he were, but if K'lir thought to take him up on the offer, T'rid would. He was sure he could think of some argument to drop all the responsibilities (and the blame) on K'lir, and he wouldn't care less just so long he wasn't Weyrleader. He hated it.

As the last Salamandyr Impressed, he, already nearly on the weyrledge, backtracked even more until he was on the edge of the empty 'ledge. Cooooooriiiiiinth~ he called mentally to the bronze, and below him, metallic wings stretched, gleaming in the sun as the bronze's head came up and swung in his direction. It's over? Yes. Finally. Thank Faranth. Etc. With a rumble of amusement, the dragon launched himself from his weyrledge, ascending towards the empty one, and as T'rid mentally nudged the pair of firelizards, first Mir and then Conspiracy leapt into flight and blinked between just as Corinth arrived, hovering just next to the ledge to let T'rid on. Now, what was it you were doing before...?[/size]

[Rowana]

Roivao winced in pity at the tiny cry. He couldn't quite see what was happening, but it sounded as though a fight had broken out between the last two hatchlings. He saw a large brown cling to one girl, but couldn't see the second one. Not until tiny claws and a pitiful voice demanded his attention. It was like impressing Iloth or bonding with Roisk, only smaller. He picked her up gently, ignoring the blood dripping on his clothes. Poor little thing! Of course Roi would help her.

Hurthelphurt she begged, clinging to his arm in comfort. Roi sat down slowly, placing the bowl of meat on the floor. It looked like food will have to wait. "Shhh, little one," he whispered. "It might hurt more before it gets better." He gathered a corner of his shirt and, gently but firmly, pinched the injured section of her frill. The green squealed and squirmed. OwOw!HURT! What was Hers doing?! She slashed at his arm in fury, but he didn't budge.

Finally Roi let go. The bleeding had nearly stopped, though she was missing a small chunk of her already small frill. "There. What did I tell you?" The green twisted her head experimentally. It didn't hurt so much now. Nohurt. Better? she questioned. Roi nodded. "Much." The green perked up considerably. She knew she had chosen well! Her stupid clutchbrother would see! She sent a glare in the brown's direction, before returning her attention to her new problem. Hungry. Foodnow! she demanded. Roi rolled his eyes. He had a feeling that would be next. Clearly this little one was going to be far more demanded that either Iloth or Roisk had been at hatching. He reached over and started passing her pieces of meat from the bowl which she devoured readily.

Sensing the new intrusion on his bonded's mind, Roisk woke and sought out His. It didn't take long to find him and inquire what was wrong. Was Roi alright? Who was the newcomer? Roi assured his wher that he was fine and he would be bringing home a new friend. A new friend? Roisk wanted to know. What was her name? That made Roi stop. What was he going to call her? In that moment, the 'new friend' in question, invaded the private conversation.

Who? she wanted to know. Who dared claim possession of Hers? He was Hers alone! "Roisk is a watchwher, little one," Roi told her soothingly. An imaged of the strong young wher and his bronze hide appeared in his mind for the green to latch onto. She considered a moment. Shiny. she allowed, thought she was clearly not impressed. Roisk was clearly equally unimpressed and sent as much. Why had His allowed such a selfish creature to impress to him? Roi sighed. This was not going as well as he might have hoped. Maybe the two would learn to get along after a while, once they learned to share his attention.

In the mean time, the least he could do was come up with a name. She was a pretty little thing. More like a fire lizard than most of the other mandyrs he had seen. "Beauty?" he muttered doubtfully. "Manda?" He had never been the most imaginative with names. After all, Iloth and Roisk had come with theres. No decisions necessary. Beauty? Manda? the green tried both new words with interest. BeautymandaBeautydatydatyda. Tiida! Roi blinked at her. "Tiida," he tried. She crooned happily. Well, that was settled. Time to go back. He could check on her wound and Roisk was not going to wait patiently all day. Being woken up made him a little grumpy.

Shiny? Tiida asked as he got up to leave the room. Roi nodded wearily. He really was exhausted now. Shiny. Tiida spat, clearly meaning it as an insult this time. Roi sighed. He only had himself to blame. He needed to learn to stay away from hatchings with the intention just to watch. Things had a habit of finding him, even when he wasn't looking.

[dragon]

Nris watched the happenings around her silently, watchfully, taking in all that was going on. The interactions between people, the actions of the creatures among them ... she watched it all. She looked rather disinterested to most, but she actually quite really was. She reacted to nothing, watching all. Nris was finding it quite an educational experience, to see all these people crowded together so, how they interacted together. It helped her a lot in getting a handle on how things operated in the Weyr. Though she had to admit ... everyone being crowded into a man's private quarters whilst he was still in his sleeping furs was a tad unusual an occurance, to say the least.

She looked down at the little green 'mandyr that had paused before her, and she smiled slightly. "Hi." she mouthed, without actually making a bit of sound. But she didn't move to touch the little green at all; she didn't know if it was hers or not. It was merely considering her for the moment. Which, actually, was a nice feeling. That right there confirmed what the Search dragon had thought about her: she was dragon material. She had what it took. The only problem was, would her dragon find her, before she aged out? It was possible, but also highly unlikely. She knew that. She was a realist.

And then another 'mandyr, a dashing brown one this time, attacked that little green, and drove her away, creeling. All before attaching himself rather firmly to her leg. Nris jerked her leg back, though it didn't help, a frown instantly popping into place on her features. That hurt! She wasn't wearing anything on her legs, below her muscular mid-thighs. Not even shoes. So the angry little brown thing was sticking his claws in her skin. She didn't utter a sound, though, were some girls might have shreiked. Instead, she crouched low, and peeled him off her shin, rubbing her skin briskly to prevent any pin-prick bleeding. "Yours, huh?" She asked, quietly, eyes dancing merrily then, as she looked over the little brown thing that was sitting up like a king in the palm of her hand.

Mine. Hungry. Feed. He instructed firmly.

Nris smiled, slightly, and set her bowl on the floor by her foot. Selecting a smallish peice of meat from the bowl, she offered it to him. "Here you go." Nris said. She was duly impressed by the nature of how he plucked the morsel from her fingertips, and started eating it, turning it every now and then. Instead of trying to choke himself on it, or swallow it whole, or merely have her cram it in his mouth, he was actually taking the time to eat it. Like a civilized being. Even if he was using his hands. He was, after all, a creature. Not a man. She smiled broader, and gave him a new peice when he wore the first one out, no longer afraid of him choking to death on something. Again, he took it decently and began to chew on it.

As he ate, she marveled at the markings on his body, and traced the circlet going around his head. "You're a funny little fellow." She mentioned, quite content to stay crouched there on the floor for the time being. For the moment, her world was only just that big. Nothing else had her attention. "What shall I call you?"

He eyed her for a moment, never stopping his chewing. Mine. Nice. Quiet. He mentioned, on a completely different track from what she was getting after.

She smiled again, and gave him a third peice of meat, without even bothering to look see which peice she was grabbing. "I think I'll call you Aslan."

[hseru]

Ok, things were starting to take a turn that he had both anticipated and feared. The next few salamandyrs to hatch were loud, and annoying. He felt himself frowning in earnest now. That vicious brown was biting the Weyrleader, and there were two fighting inside the pot... S'lain scooted sideways a bit to hide behind the thickest part of the crowd, his back still to the wall. Even there, he could hear the loud shriek the green made when she got bit. If he could just keep far enough away, maybe...

The next thing he knew, something was climbing his leg, and his immediate urge to kick with all his might was only barely quelled when he saw the small blue... thing. No, nono, it couldn't want him. UGLYSAVE! The blue managed to clamber all the way painfully up to his crossed arms, turning to flare at the obnoxious green and the whole clutch in general. StupidSTUPID!! "Shards..." S'lain groaned low, and immediately regretted it as the blue looked up at him with wide eyes. SHARDS!! stupidshards. He hissed to prove his point, then tried to get higher. The bluerider, far from trusting his new... thing, tried to snag the creature before it could get to his shoulder and thereby closer to his face, and was promptly shouted at for his trouble. NONONO! LEGGO! HIGHERUGLY! He quickly let go of the mandyr, who shot up to perch on his head and frill for everyone to see.

I see you have gained one of the small things. Wonderful. Despite the shortness of the comment. S'lain could practically feel Jaxith's amusement. The blue was likely laughing himself dizzy. S'lain scowled. The whole situation was completely out of hand, and he'd been suckered in like a fool. After the blue preened on his head for a moment, his hunger got the best of him, and he snaked down a bit to eerily peer upside down into the rider's eyes. The rider felt like those eyes would be following him around for a long time, like a predator stalking him. It was creepy. Want. Wantwant. Hunger colored the words, and S'lain wordlessly broke off a piece of his meatroll, offering it to the blue. The mandyr flicked his tongue out, taking the piece and swallowing it whole, then suddenly scooted back to the top of S'lain's head to look around. Nowant. Wantyesgood. Nowantbad. Clearly, his meatroll wasn't nearly good enough, and the blue looked around for something better. Gogo, ugly, GOGO! Sighing for his fate, S'lain walked over to the nearest person with extra meat, snagging some for the blue.

After a few pieces, the blue seemed more satisfied, then slid forward to peer into Hisugly's eyes again. Uglybad. Me good. Yes? The blue watched him, obviously expecting an answer. It was unnerving, and S'lain got that feeling again... like he better answer in a positive way or prepare to be forever stared at. Yes?? The blue urged on a response, and the rider finally nodded a bit, making the mandyr bob up and down. "Yes, you little stalker, you're.. good?" GoodStalker. The affirmation wasn't all that comforting, now that... Stalker... was here to stay.

[ladybug]

A'fyr took an automatic step back when one of the salamandyrs, a rather odd looking green, started tearing into the rest of the clutch, as if the other eggs had done her some personal injury. Eggs cracked open, spilling the green's siblings out, and it took the bronze father's reprimand to stop her. A'fyr found himself backing out. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all.

Too late. Nononomineno?[/color] The green was in front of him, looking up expectantly, and the feminine voice in his head was most certainly not Rudolth. A'fyr went pale. Why did the crazy one have to Impress to him?

Then again, they were all crazy.

It wasn't as if he could refuse her. He was afraid of what might happen if he did that. "Very well," he said, resigning himself to a lifetime with a jealous, aggressive 'mandyr. He was sure she had her good points. He just hadn't found them yet. Bending down, he obediently fed her. Now he just needed a name. Nonono! Still hungry![/color] she screeched, sensing his pause.

"Calm down," he muttered, stuffing more meet into her gaping maw. "Hmm. Gimp?" It would be suiting, considering her wings. He was rewarded with a nip on the thumb. BAD NAME![/color] "Spots?" Nonono![/color] "Fine. I'll call you Beauty." Seeing that the hatching was over, he scooped up the newly named Beauty and carried her away, back to the weyrling barracks to introduce her to Rudolth.