no remorse and no shame. [ellie's hatching]

[Rei]

Hero fluted happily at Ellie’s praise his eyes whirling in happy blues. Leaning down to look at their eggs he continued a steady hum letting Ellie do the mothering. As Showoff proclaimed his statement a happy croon was directed to the mandyr. That was his red frilly friend. He come to see the hatching. How very nice of him. Focusing on the grouping around them and looking out for anything else that might be dangerous Hero kept up his hum. Even though he did accidentally let the flower fall. It drifted down to land on the Letting Go Blue and the bronze sire chirped an apology. Oh he was sorry. His little one had so many people to pick from. He should take his time choosing.

Sel’n brought up a hand to cover Vanity. “Shut up darling. No one will contest you.” The green mandyr in question was far from placated but she uttered nothing more than a low hiss. Showoff had said to be silent and she would obey as long as the stupid wings didn’t think to claim hers.

Malara edged closer to the basket as the blue broke shell. He was a lovely color. Now who would he pick? She kept the meat scarps she had fished from her soup in her upturned palm. A quick check in with Mask assured her that Onyx was unhurt but angry. Malara instructed her blue to kepe the mandyr away and a wordless understanding passed between them. Giving the wher a final pulse of love she withdrew from him to focus on the hatchling.

D’nar scowled at K’sel’s words but didn’t say a word for now. If he kept up the insults he would pay soon enough.

Raylin edged towards Saeo at Ebolath’s bidding and quickly slid up behind her. “Saeo can I borrow baby or Freckle? I really don’t want another flit. Please?” Without waiting for an answer she plucked up Freckle and hoped for the best. If the little terror bit oh well she would deal with it later. At this point she would rather be bit instead of impress.

[glamourie]

The Letting Go Blue flapped his wings repeatedly, making quite a show of trying to clean them off and get them dry. Ellie’s chirruping was all but ignored by the hatchling as he flicked his tail in defiance, then curled in on himself to preen casually. He ignored his surrounding in a remarkable show of vanity (or perhaps conceit; he definitely registered he was being watched, that there were people waiting for him to make his selection, and he just didn’t care enough to get on with it) by plucking some of the remaining shell fragments off his tail and hindquarters. His tail flicked, twice. He lifted his head, sniffed, then ruffled his wings agitatedly. He would not be rushed. Not even the steady humming and rocking of eggs all around him was enough to convince the male to get a move on. It wasn’t like he really wanted any of them anyway…

“I’m sorry!”

Well he didn’t have to sound like R’wign had kicked his canine cub, honestly! As soon as the weight was off his back, R’wign rolled off of Meira and turned to look at who the source of the voice was (he didn’t recognize it). He was surprised to see what appeared to be a weyrling curling in on himself pitifully. C’ryl’s question was temporarily ignored by the brown weyrlingrider as he crawled on his knees over to T’ke, until he was right in front of him. One hand lifted nervously, hovering just over the boy’s knee, before R’wign pulled it back. Part of him felt a little guilty. A little. He certainly hadn’t meant to make him… cry? Maybe he was hurt; he looked hurt. R’wign would have been more comfortable with the idea of someone being in physical pain than that upset by his half-panic to being mad at his mostly-teaming remark. He did not do well with tears. Not at all.

“Sorry Meira,” R’wign repeated, then turned back to the pair of people he didn’t recognize. The one who had inquired after their purpose in the doorway was responded to first. “My gold fire lizard’s eggs are hatching. I have seven. I am running. I don’t know what this boy is doing.” Leaning over, R’wign touched T’ke’s knee and shook him ever-so-gently. “What are you doing? Are you okay, kid? I was just joking around - though I don’t think Meira liked having both of us piled up on her, can’t say as I blame her considering how big my backside’s getting to be --” It really wasn’t worth crying over. “I’m sorry if you thought I was mad or something - don’t uh --” Don’t cry…

His free hand moved to adjust his eye patch, and then R’wign turned to… see Kaaoloth. In the doorway. Looking remarkably silly, in his oh-so-grand opinion. Squinting, R’wign rubbed his nose and then flat out asked, “Preventing escape efforts, Kaaoloth?” He didn’t really expect to get an answer; Checkoth was plowed out asleep, after all.

Still in the basket, the Letting Go Blue made quite a to-do about ruffling his wings, and showing off. He was mid-pointedly ignoring the entire room when the Prologue Egg wobbled and pressed against his tail, making him screech his defiance. Spitting agitatedly, he bounced onto the rim of the basket next to Ellie, leaned down to flare his wings and outright hissed at the egg. What was it doing? How dare it squish his tail. He was going to make it pay--! But one look from Ellie told him what a bad idea that probably was. The typically pleasant gold gave him a mild look and he squirmed back slightly, then snatched up one of his shell fragments. He watched Ellie, flared his wings and then --- was… covered in a flower? A flower! OF ALL THINGS!

Flapping his wings and throwing a right temper tantrum, the Letting Go Blue took to spitting and grabbed the flower in his claws. His shell was dropped as he took to wing and spat the whole way, gliding through the air in a wobbly sort of fashion. Halfway to his mark, he dropped the flower, and it landed with a slight plop in someone’s bowl. He did not appear to notice, though, circling around twice -- and then he landed, still shrieking and chattering his fury, right on Raylin’s shoulder. His head cocked to the side before he bit her earlobe and sent a wave of hunger to his newly-acquired feeding slave. Get to it already. Didn’t she know he was hungry? She could just not-want-fire lizards right at someone else, because he didn’t care. He wanted her and his wants were more important.

Torn between amusement and distress, Ellie turned to look at Hero. She chirruped inquiringly, obviously asking his opinion on their rogue-baby who… had quite an attitude problem. Just who did he think he was? It was somewhat cute, though, she supposed… though Ellie couldn’t resist the urge to flute after him. Silly baby. At least he found someone. Then she turned her gaze back to the eggs and tapped twice on the Prologue Egg. Several splits were forming in the shell, making it more and more easy to notice a shadowed hide within. Baby, baby -- Hero would keep them safe and she would help her babies into the world…

Still gripping Saeo’s hair, Showoff flared his frill for a second more. No immediate protests. Good. His eyes whirled and he turned to look curiously at Hero before leaping off Saeo and onto the table again. His little wings allowed him to glide forward and he scurried along, unafraid. None of the flying uglies would go for His, they weren’t that dumb. He had utter confidence in that. So he did not feel at all intimidated by leaving. Instead, he scampered along, until he found a suitably tall person and then positively dove onto them. Unfortunately, that was Mer and he latched onto her arm, climbed up the back of her head, and then perched there before spitting down at her in defiance. Ugly perch, you do.

Each of Ellie’s taps made the split in the egg more prominent. Then all at once it broke apart, falling into fragments, and a green rolled free. Muted shades, she was, and far from as interesting as her clutch-brother, at least in appearance. Frazzled, the little female shuffled her wings and let loose with a startled peep -- inquiring. What in the world did she smell --!?

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The Façade Clutch
01. Lost in the Darkness Egg
02. Letting Go Egg Impressed: Blue ? to Raylin
03. Pursue the Truth Egg
04. Take Me As I Am Egg
05. Sympathy, Tenderness Egg
06. Good 'n' Evil Egg
07. Prologue Egg Hatched: Green
08. Dangerous Game Egg
09. This is the Moment Egg

[glamourie]

Letting Go Blue

Name:
Color: Blue #0B002D #1F1A8B #391ABD #F0FDFE
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Raylin

Physical Appearance: This is a large blue. He's almost the size of a brown, in fact, so large is he, and his wingspan is nothing short of impressive. Large wingsails make him adept at soaring to and fro. Ironically, this makes him absolutely comical on the ground: he can barely keep himself balanced when trying to 'walk' and will often fall on his face as a result. His body is trim, but not nearly as muscular as most firelizards. He can't reach speeds as fast as most blues due to being more delicately built and this fragility makes him seem lanky as opposed to stream-lined like most of his kind are. He's an agile creature, though, and his long tail works as a perfect rudder to twist him back and forth in quick turns and twirls. His head is angular and slender, a perfect triangle, and he has slightly large eyes that grant for an almost picturesque arrogance. Coupled with the slight ridges down his back (which are much closer to bumps than true ridges) and a knot at the very end of his tail that seems almost out of place, this is one blue that couldn't exactly be described as 'cute' but he's definitely 'unique.'

Color-wise, the best description of this little fellow is... pie. Yes, pie. He looks as if someone took a bunch of berries and smashed them all into his hide until he literally was stained with the innards of a mixed berry tart from a gather. His base color is a dark blue with purple undertones, spreading unevenly out over his entire body. The darkness decreases on places like his neck, and where his legs connect to his body, to a lighter more fruity shade of blue. Comically, splotches of blue-violet splatter at the base of his tail and the back of his head, like accent. The finishing touch that really brings the comparison out is the lighter shade of blue that literally is a swirl on his back; almost white, there is pale blue shading that makes the spot look disturbingly like cream plastered between his wings. No doubt this fellow is likely to be mistaken for an edible treat come gather-time!

Personality: Obnoxious. Arrogant. Irritating. Bratty. These are all words that describe this blue perfectly and he has absolutely no problem with such 'compliments' since he couldn't care less what anyone thinks of him anyway. He's prone to making loud noises solely because he can and doing it in the most inconvenient places: like right outside a creche of sleeping children who are sure to rouse at the noise he makes (a particularly devilish delight of his), or in the infirmary while the healers are trying to work. Yes, he delights in being annoying, and the more fussy of a response he gets, the more inclined to repeat the action he is. Stubborn? Oh, certainly; no amount of scolding will keep this blue in line and good luck trying to train him. While he can be bargained with (exclusively by his bonded), it's limited, and it will take a lot of effort on his chosen's part to realize what works and doesn't work in trying to reason. In the meantime, one can expect him to do deliberately mischievous things - like stealing a single sock, or a pair of someone's under garmants while they're bathing. Anything to get a reaction, and the more explosive it is, the more pleased he is. Prankster? Perhaps; more like annoyance and he's liable to have very few friends because of it.

One of the few redeeming traits this blue has is that he's loyal to his bonded, within reason. Which means the people he picks on the most are those his chosen doesn't like. As a result, he's one of the best revenge weapons that exists, and he's perfectly willing to obey requests he likes... and usually, being malicious qualifies as that. He's intelligent, too; it's often very hard to pin anything to him when he bothers to try, and he's not above framing other flits for his evil deeds. Odds are, he won't have many firelizard companions, but he's likely to get along with some of the more devious salamandyrs at Selenitas - and two wicked minds working at once is never a good thing. Especially when one is as clever as this little guy, but a pity on those he doesn't like. There will be no mercy or rest as long as he's around.

[Sheari]

Fire lizard eggs? Hatching?! C'ryl hoisted himself to his feet and nodded to the man whom had answered him as he left to enter the room. It wasn't hard to find where the eggs were, everyone was in the same spot. Other flits were in the same area chirping and humming while still other creatures that weren't flits milled around. Or maybe it was just one. He didn't know.

As he made his way closer to the source of the excitement the brownrider found that the eggs were in a basket. A basket full of flowers and with blankets that had been pulled off. Two eggs had already hatched while others rocked and some remained still. The mother was easy to pick out, she was the most active one of the bunch. Even more active than the people it seemed.

As C'ryl looked at the two that had come out of their eggs he noticed what everyone else had already seen. The green had muted shades and seemed much less interested in shrieking at the people like the new blue...that looked like pie?...did. He had never seen a newly hatched flit before and the look of her nose in the air reminded him of a newly hatched green dragon.

Somehow ugly and cute at the same time due to the baby proportions.

[Rei]

Raylin froze as the little blue monster alighted on her still shrieking. The weyrling rider promptly dropped Freckle. Oh Faranth no. Please no. But the nip to her ear and the incessant hunger present in her mind made her groan out loud. “Go shoo! find someone else you don’t want me.” The blue flared his wings and chattered before sinking his teeth into her ear again. He did want her. Who was she to tell him what he did and did not want. He knew he wanted her thank you very much. Now food! Raylin sighed in defeat. “Sharding Faranth you little snot.” Snatching a piece of meat off the table next to her, she shoved it at him and he attacked it with gusto.

The weyrling rider sank down into a chair and rubbed her temples. Great. perfect, wonderful. Just want she didn’t want. Giving the little creature a sideways glare Raylin sighed. “Well now that I’m stuck with you I better think up a fitting name.” The blue tilted his head and huffed. Of course she should and it had better be a good name too. He wasn’t going to be happy if she continued to call him snot.

Sel’n sighed as the first flit impressed. One down, only eight to go. Stroking along Vanity he sighed and offered her a morsel of meat, which she promptly ignored. The little green mandyr was to busy frilling and hissing. She had to make sure none of the ugly wings even thought about claiming hers.

Malara frowned. Pity the blue chose her. He was a opinionated thing she would have adored him. Turning her attention back to the basket she eyed the new green. Now who would this one choose.

Hero watched the blue fly away and gave a snort. He was silly baby, but no matter he had his own now. Chirping pleasantly to Ellie he turned his attention to his new daughter. The bronze warbled encouragingly to the newly hatched green before turning his attention back to the crowd.

[Lotty]

Oh deary dear, K'sel could just tell by that scowl he received that he once again had probably said something a bit of out line. Too bad the boy was completely shameless and carried on with his same indifferent smile. He tried his best not to be too interested in the hatching - after all, he did more or less call them trash eggs - but he couldn't help but catch sight of the blue flit crack from it's egg and begin it's rather eccentric journey to it's owner. Actually, if anything, K'sel was a bit alarmed....it threw a temper tantrum, droped a flower into someone's bowl and was now chewing on that girl's ear. The boy was rather calm at his dragon's hatching, but these little things seemed a bit more....unhinged? Probably not the right term, nonetheless the weyrling knew his sort of luck, he did get bonded to a dragon that tackled him and threatened to bite him, so he could only imagine the kind of trouble he could get into if he continued to be a part of the audience for this.

He turned on his heel to try and find a way out, but judging from the virtual wall of people that had been forming behind him, he was going to be firmly rooted in place and next to someone who was less than happy with him. Time to make the best of this he supposed and crossed his arms (as he almost always does) and made little comments to himself, that just too often wind up out loud. "Ohhh smashed pie 'lizard....I wonder if you can damage firelizards...like if you shake them before they hatch....hmmmm," mostly he spoke in mumbles but they were still very much legitimate questions to him. Maybe if all the eggs were shaken, that would explain why they hatched such wild creatures that looked like berry puree. His smile cracked a little wider; he knew that had Pettahth been awake, he would have been mentally reprimanded, but since he wasn't his mind was free to go on tangents about the effects of shaken egg syndrome.

[Rowana]

Merridan started as sharp claws dug into her shoulder and crawled up her arm. A fire lizard? She was pretty sure none had come her way yet. Her hopes were blown, however, when the pesky creature spoke in her head. Mer raised her eyes to glare up at him. This must be a salamandyr. Just her luck. He would probably scare all the babies away. "Call be ugly again and we'll see how good a perch I am," Mer warned threateningly. She wasn't going to be pushed around by a creature she could squash underfoot.

Farryl winced in sympathy. Poor Raylin. Stuck with what looked like a horrible little monster and so soon after loosing Vega. Farryl was suddenly very glad she had Hobbs. Her blue had made the pain a bit more bearable. Farryl petted him fondly, earning a hum of joy in return. Hobbs would make sure she was happy. Even if he had to drive away all the mean fire lizards himself.

For a brief second T'ke thought one of the baby fire lizards had landed on him. But no, this was an older gold, probably belong to the wherhandler he had helped squash. He felt a pang of guilt for that. He hadn't meant to trip. Though it was partly his fault for being so clumsy. He blinked at Zesa. The infirmary? He really didn't want to go there again. Not when he spent most of his days there with Saeo. His shoulder throb, but it wasn't so bad anymore.

Now R'wign was talking to him. T'ke groaned and shifted himself into a sitting position, still holding his shoulder like he thought it would fall off. "It's not that," he said through gritted teeth. Shards, why did it hurt so bad? Wasn't it supposed to be better by now? "It's just my shoulder." He glanced over at Meira and bowed his head awkwardly. "Sorry," he mumbled to both of them again. "You guys ok?" He hoped neither of them were hurt. He had no one to blame for his own injury except himself really.

[ravenmane]

When R'wign's rather random and alarming cry went up, Ciara didn't even bat an eye. She was position near to the basket, feeding a cranky baby and making sure Tobby didn't make a run for the sweets while she wasn't looking. While there were people here who really didn't want fire-lizards, but Ciara wasn't one of them. In fact, at the Gather, she had purchased an egg only to have its occupant Impress to the very owner of this impromptu Hatching. It made a whole lot of sense for him to flee like his butt was on fire when he attracted fire-lizards from all directions.

"Where is that man going? Isn't he the one that Impressed your Blue?"

"He's running away because just walking by a Hatching fire-lizard egg will get him a new pet, and his Gold fire-lizard is the Mama of that clutch over there."

"Oh. Okay. Can I have a sweetbun now?" Tobby smiled innocently up at Ciara as he pointed to his empty plate. "Sure, but only one." The boy was out of his seat in a flash and the woman turned her attention to Caevie. Poor thing hadn't slept very well which pretty much included Ciara. Tobby had been lucky to escape such problems. That boy could probably sleep through a hurricane and not lose a wink of sleep.

....habalehandciawvhjdk QUIET STUPIDSTUPIDS NLEBELNSALJIDVYDH LISTEN SMARTBRONZE ahelandheankfdbea... Chatti hissed at the stupid salamandyrs that were having a fit. She didn't have a problem with screeching at them since 'smartBronze' aka Showoff was already. It'd hadn't been long enough for the Green to forget what she and Showoff did to Imp and she admired the Bronze for being so creative. So if he said be quiet, Chatti was quiet willing to back him up.

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R'wign's sudden and very loud call sent poor K'iel tumbling from his seat in surprise. Peering up from his place on the floor, the weyrling eyed the fleeing form of the Brownrider and then glanced cautiously at the basket full of eggs. Greeeeeat. Fire-lizard Hatching. So not what he needed. With three kittens and a salamandyr, there was no need for another pet. Ugly fat fliers no want. Enku, Ko, Go no want either. Mushu eat uglies. Noooo want.

"Hush, Mushu. They might eat you too." Considering that fire-lizards were drastically larger then salamandyrs, K'iel would be surprised if one tried to eat Mushu. There is a little cousin Hatching? Yeah, and some dragon is in the doorway. I'm trapped. Have fun! K'iel grimaced at his dragon's words and glared darkly at the doorway. At least he ahd Mushu to keep him safe...

[Ember]

((I'm not late. >.> Noooo.))

Nephele found the right place as much by luck as anything else. She had been told that some rider by the name of R'wign had a clutch of flitter eggs available. She had gleaned the rest of the information herself and determined only just moments ago that the hatching was not in the man's weyr, like she'd expected. By the time she arrived there were plenty of others there already and it seemed a couple of eggs had already hatched.

Both excited and nervous at the same time the short-haired young woman hovered at the back of the crowd. She caught a fleeting glimpse of a green flitter before her view was blocked by an elbow and she nearly smacked him for daring to stand in frotn of her. Then again this wasn't her clutch and she had come late.

Nephele contented herself by looking around at the others there. They ranged in age and rank. Wherhandlers, dragonriders, candidates. There really didn't seem to be any favouritsim, to her surprise and grudging relief. The 'crowd' she referred to in her thoughts meant those standing near the hatching eggs and not simply part of the hustle and bustle of meal time. She slipped a patient and curious mask on her face and proceeded to see how things would turn out.

[Kisha-Ra]

Imp’s frill flopped sadly as Hero chased off Evilnastyeggeaterbrown, Imp wanted to be brave and heroic but it was very hard with a hand wrapped so firmly around his poor fragile body. The salamandyr flopped further as if it was just too much effort to stay up right but the hand didn’t relax even a little. Be good I? Leggo gerroff now? he suggested mildly, totally ignoring his inconsistent father. Showoff said quiet but he was loud, plus he was an evil prettylovestealer, and when he had a mate of his own too! Therefore Showoff could be ignored.

Darya lifted her salamandyr to eye level and gave him a look which probably didn’t have the right effect that close up. ‘Weren’t you listening to Showoff? It’s the first sensible thing he’s ever said so shut up master saucebox.’ The same trick that had Imp convinced Showoff was pure evil and wanted his firelizard doll had greatly amused Darya, she was very impressed with the way Showoff and Chatti had conspired to fool Imp. She was preoccupied with keeping a grip on Imp that she totally missed the hatching and Impression of the first blue hatchling. When Darya looked up there was a green in the basket, ruffleing her wings and peeping, Darya groaned and tightened her grip on Imp. He probably wasn’t above flirting with a hatchling if he’d try and flirt with a doll.


The first egg spilled out an interesting looking little blue, he was actually pie coloured. R’fuin chuckled some more and blamed it on R’wign’s influence on the clutch, feeding his queen pie or something and never mind that flits generally didn’t favour berry pies as a foodstuff.

A flower dropped down from the basket to cover the blue, who promptly threw a temper tantrum at it. Not as sweet as pie. Hissing firelizard curses all the way the blue picked out someone and landed. Apparantky he wasn’t wanted, but apparently he didn’t care. R’fuin decided he might want to move back further if that blue was an indication of the rest of the clutch


R’aro was glad he didn’t have a salamandyr, he’d promised Idith he wouldn’t go to theirt hatchings after the bronze had encountered a rather offensive blue ‘mandyr, and that wasn’t a hard promise to keep. By the way all the little beasts started whining anyone would think that their humans wanted to be the unwitting victims of R’wign’s annoying prank. Ironically it was that Red bronze that was telling the others to shut up, albeit at the top of his voice.

The first hatchling took off from the basket in a fury over something or another, R’aro couldn’t see what from where he was and he certainly wasn’t moving closer. It seemed that greenweyrling didn’t want the pie shaded blue who landed on her after throwing a flower in someone’s food. Well if that was how the hatchlings were going to be maybe he should hide under the table.

[glamourie]

[ Will post R’wign after Avu has had a chance to reply. In the meantime, here, have some flits! ]

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The Prologue Green gave a startled cheep and sniffed the air around her curiously. Her little claws wrapped up against the side of the basket and she stood on her hind legs, wings flaring around her, sniffing all the more. Something smelled - smelled interesting - Hmm, what was that? She stretched her body out as best she could, sniffed again, and then literally tumbled back into the basket to squash one of the decorative blossoms making up the clutch’s beauty. Her wings flopped over in front of her face, hiding it from view and she chirped playfully from behind them, beckoning all near her to pay attention to her. However, the smell that had her attention was quickly forgotten as she rolled over and actually took to gnawing on one of the flower petals, as though it were the most tasty thing she’d ever encountered. It tasted interesting, it did, hmm. But she didn’t think it was all that satisfying of a meal, not really--

Suddenly she gave another loud squawk and leapt backwards, away from the Take Me As I Am Egg as several veins of cracks sparked down the shell. Her interest in the flower lost, the female moved forward, tapped the egg, and then looked up inquiringly at Hero and Ellie. What was it doing? Why was it making cracks at her? Did she make cracks at it? Well then!

Clearly quite indignant, the Prologue Green glided up, sat on top of the Take Me As I Am Egg and proceeded to preen, her wings flaring and showing off. She was ravenous with hunger, but - but this one was trying to show her up, it was, she decided with a defiant chirp, and she’d teach it by sitting on it. Because clearly the best thing to do to a hatching egg was attempt to squash it for its impudence. Of course, being a hatchling herself, she did not realize that adding pressure was not the best way of ‘punishing’ the egg. In fact, it was close to the worst, for as she landed and moved around, the cracks became more prominent, until both the plainly-colored green and the egg crumbled down beneath the sides of the basket in a disheveled heap.

You challenge? I best. I chase flying ugly, Showoff replied to Merridan, honestly not understanding why she would take offense at his statements. Considering he called his bonded ‘DungheadMine’ more often than not (and meant it with the utmost affection), it did not occur to him that anyone would find ‘ugly’ to be an insult. There were much worse things to be called. Besides, why was this one daring to defy him? Didn’t she know he’d chased off the giant ugly thing before? He’d told it to leave and it did (primarily because C’leon had died, thus sending Morsrath between, but arguing logic with a salamandyr was not usually the best course of action). If he could defeat the biggest ugly, she was not nearly so much of a challenge.

Grasping two small locks of her hair, Showoff flared his frill and made himself quite comfortable. Despite the undeniable arrogance that the small creature held, his physical contact was considerate (aside from climbing, which he couldn’t help). Showoff was not usually violent and - amusingly - he had a fondness for hatchings. Most of the time, he liked to watch. He didn’t mean to disrupt, he just… accidentally did so quite often. He liked baby things, even the baby uglies. Probably because he had a lot of babies of his own (almost every salamandyr at Selenitas was of his line, after all). Quiet, dumb NotDungheadMine. Babies. You want? You get quiet. Sounded logical to him, right? If she picked a fight with him she wouldn’t get a baby, so obviously, she needed to be nice to him. After all, he was Showoff, and he was positive that the babies would obey him too. Only fools didn’t obey the King.

Chatti’s remarks made his frill flare more animatedly and he crooned over to her, quite pleased. Lovelove sister mine, love! Listen sense make! It wasn’t often Chatti actually was intelligible, after all!

Two small heads suddenly peeked up over the edge of the basket in unison and Ellie turned to look at them curiously. Casually, the gold moved back so that those closest would be able to get a good view of the babies. The green from before twittered pleasantly to her newly-hatched playmate and bounced up next to her dam and sire onto the side of the basket. Her companion was not nearly so outgoing and he ducked back slightly in nervousness. His face was a royal blue that bled down into navy around his neck, quite remarkable to look at. Carefully, he leapt up after the Prologue Green and watched her before something - something caught his eye. A salamandyr-something to be more specific.

Irritated, the Take Me As I Am Blue immediately launched into the air, his wings flapping repeatedly. He was able to fly from the moment of breaking shell and he took advantage, leaving behind the Prologue Green (who scolded him animatedly for his trouble) to fly right over to Merridan. On her head he landed, where he started to hiss and spit defiantly at Showoff, trying to chase him off. He’d protect her from the evil shiny that she obviously didn’t want! It didn’t look to her anyway, he could tell! Why was it on her head? Why was it being insulting? What was that thing on its neck? What was it? All of the inquiries he felt were suddenly flashed to Mer along with his hunger as the Take Me As I Am Blue had a stand-off with Showoff, his wings flaring wide. He’d keep her safe, his newly found pet, yes he would, even if it meant fighting the weird not-fire lizard thing. His eyes whirled rapidly, and he leaned forward, trilling --

And Showoff just looked at him. What was the ridiculous baby doing? His frill snapped back closed and he stared incredulously at the fire lizard hatchling, as if in absolute shock. Was it honestly challenging him? He was Showoff! Well - it was a hatchling. And one of the dumb flyers. Not his fault.

Ellie flicked her wings curiously and watched the blue fly off before twittering her amusement at his antics. Her tail twitched back and forth in nervous anxiety, her gaze on Showoff, ready to spring. When he didn’t attack, though, she relaxed slightly and then turned to flute sharply to Hero. He needed to keep an eye on the red thing and make sure it didn’t get mad at the baby, she decided. Then she turned her gaze back to the Prologue Green and literally nudged her off the edge of the basket, chirping encouragingly. What was the hold up with her? Surely she had someone she wanted nearby? Someone she would pick? No need to sit and fuss-

Taking quite the tumble out of her basket, the Prologue Green creeled piteously. Then she rolled over, gave Ellie quite the severe look, and flicked her wings indignantly. Well, that was quite the unceremonious sprawl, wasn’t it? Harumph. If she was in such a hurry to be rid of her, well, she’d just go find someone wouldn’t she? Testing her wings carefully, the green looked around and then made a flying leap off the table, ready to glide --- and collapsed right into the floor with a light thump. Not to be dissuaded, she hopped right back up, took to her wings and actually lifted off. She flew up beside the table, fluted for all nearby to hear (look, look, she was okay!) and then looked around nervously before spying someone who would do just fine!

Flying at a wobbly angle, the Prologue Green came to an abrupt stop right in front of C’ryl and snapped her wings closed too soon. Squawking in terror, she grasped onto his shirt and clung, sliding down a few inches before coming to a stop. Then she trilled loudly to him, her eyes whirling her affection. Feed, please? Please?

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The Façade Clutch
01. Lost in the Darkness Egg
02. Letting Go Egg Impressed: Blue ? to Raylin
03. Pursue the Truth Egg
04. Take Me As I Am Egg Impressed: Blue ? to Merridan
05. Sympathy, Tenderness Egg
06. Good 'n' Evil Egg
07. Prologue Egg Impressed: Green ? to C'ryl
08. Dangerous Game Egg
09. This is the Moment Egg

[glamourie]

Take Me As I Am Blue

Name:
Color: Blue #000CFF #000568 #026589 #BACDE8
Gender: Male
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Merridan

Physical Description: Approximately average size in length for a firelizard of his color, this little blue isn't exactly stunning. Oh, he's far from boring, but he's just not eye-shocking in terms of build. His body is slightly more compact than typical blues, giving him a powerful muscular build that would be impressive on a larger creature, but on him looks oddly bulky. His limbs are definitely more pronounced than the average blue's, looking more like stumpy legs sticking out underneath his body at odd angles, and comically, when he lays down they often fall out to his sides rather than neatly underneath him; this gives him the impression of being fat, though he really isn't in any way. His wings are bulky and wider than they are long, which means flight will be comical for him; casual breezes will probably make him get blown away, literally, as his wings function more like a parachute than proper sails. His head is actually slightly large for his body as well, leading to him looking like a bobble head figure when he's excited. With very large eyes accenting his face, he's a very expressive firelizard... but pretty silly looking as well!

And his coloring? Blue. Very, very blue. However, it isn't all one shade; no, his hide is a myriad of different hues, like a serenade played out over skin. Starting with royal blue at the tip of his nose, the color melts into a darker navy at the base of his neck that spills down along his back, and over the tops of his wings. However, the navy shade melts down into more of a blue-green, a few shades lighter, which covers his wingsails and down the bottom half of his body to the tops of his back legs. Winding over his tail is a cool, misty blue that is mirrored at the bottom part of his back legs and brushes up over his stomach for accent, giving him the appearance of a gradient rather than one solid shade. Comically, that same light blue can be found splattered right on the end of his nose, almost as if he's wearing make-up... or maybe sniffed something he shouldn't have.

Personality: Extremely serious, this little blue is not one for practical jokes, playful tendencies, or indeed, anything that could be deemed irresponsible. In fact, uptight might even be a word that describes him. He's a workaholic and likes the idea of responsibility, so teaching him will be a breeze; he's not a genius as far as flits go but he does remember instructions well, particularly if they make him feel important. Delivering messages, checking up on someone, making sure that other firelizards are not getting into something they shouldn't be -- all of it, he thrives on. He likes to be seen as a hero. Puffed up and proud, he is always the first to swing to the defense of others who are in need (whether they really are, or if he simply perceives them to be) and he's more than willing to fight to protect those smaller and weaker than him. Considering he's a blue, that's not many, but he's got no problem standing up to bigger colored firelizards to make a point. He's definitely brave, and he won't take no for an answer; once he's made up his mind about something, he'll go out of his way to see to it that something is done. He can be relied on, and he's usually very good about remembering his assignments.

However, his serious nature often makes him the victim of practical jokes; since he doesn't think in terms of what's funny and what isn't, he's very gullible and prone to falling for tricks at least once. This makes him angry and he's not above squawking and shrieking to make a point. Since he generally disapproves of the playful antics many of his species offer, he's likely to have very few friends and a lot of enemies. His should be careful -- though this pet will be very dedicated to keeping his mindmate happy, it doesn't necessarily always work, because he tends to annoy other creatures into playing tricks on him... and his bonded as a result. He's provocative without intending to be, and his need to be the hero and recognized for his own glory will run the risk of him getting hurt very often. Not every creature is forgiving of this little male's ego.

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Prologue Green

Name:
Color: Green #58B34F #61FF23 #081C00 #005000
Gender: Female
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: C'ryl

Physical Appearance: As far as firelizards go, this green is entirely unremarkable. In fact, that word would even be too strong -- she's flat out boring to look at. Her build is anything but spectacular. She has long wings, notably awkward on her, and both of them are equally wide, so it looks completely disproportionate. Her body is very small, made up of a combination of light bone structure, lack of muscle mass, and just being short from the end of her snout to the base of her tail. Her legs are also short, though this is not a pronounced feature. A long, sinuous tail that looks to be almost twice the size of a firelizard's tail (in length) whips out behind her, complimenting the very large wings. Her neck is streamlined and feminine, and her face slender. Were her body longer, she might be described as pretty. As it is, she looks more like pieces of other greens sewn together to make one Frankenstein-Firelizard, and this is emphasized further by her sharp, almost dangerous-looking ridges, each one defined and definitely noticeable. A casual onlooker might think they could break their skin brushing over those ridges, so pointy do they appear. Interestingly, she has very rough looking hide settled around her claws, as if mistreated -- and no matter how much her bonded oils her, that hide will always be patchy and somewhat strange to look at, bringing emphasis to deadly sharp and very dangerous little claws that, like her wings, are just too long for her body. Expect her to claw herself on numerous occasions.

Her coloring does nothing to bring out her build or make her look prettier, either. Unfortunately, this little green could almost be described as... well, plain. A muted green just one shade off of being lime in coloration (and by proxy less bright), her whole body is primarily one shade. Darker tones of almost gray-green are visible as splotches over her body, like shadows. Several yellowy-green ribbons seem to 'wrap' around her body, blurred in places to avoid any defined lines. Around the base of her wings and at the rough patches of hide near her claws are very dark spots, absolutely tiny and so numerous that it almost looks like an infection -- except that her hide is perfectly smooth. Compared to her clutchsisters, she's definitely the ugly duckling of the group -- but there is one thing that sets her apart. Right on her forehead, between her eyes and wrapping around them like a peculiar set of face paint, is a darker green pattern that distinctly resembles a mint leaf, complete with lighter veins. This brings prominence to her face, which is one of her prettiest features, and her very expressive eyes - so she's not entirely unappealing to look at. Just mostly.

Personality: Fate obviously has a sense of humor - or perhaps nature does. As a direct contrast to her less-than-stellar appearance, she's filled with personality. Way too much, in fact. Completely unpredictable, it isn't unusual to find this green flitting to and from places with no real destination in mind and a star-crossed gaze that makes it clear she's off in her own little world -- lala land, so to speak. She loses herself in her own thoughts so often that giving her orders or requests will be nearly impossible. She simply won't remember any instructions given to her; it's not a personal slight, it's her own lack of memory and focus. She's not unintelligent, she's just flighty, shifting from one interest to another at the drop of a hat or the blink of an eye all without any indication of a change outwardly. This is most obviously seem from her spending a lot of time in one place, then suddenly refusing to go there at all without any good reason, or from collecting shiny rocks and shells to utterly hating them and throwing all of them away from her rooms in a fit of temper. To the casual observer, she's very prone to mood swings; temperamental would be an excellent description of her personality. One never knows what they'll get with this little girl -- cheerful, friendly flit or an angry one that refuses to make a peep in a show of stubborn rage or silent protest to some unnamed force. Some might find this completely unusual personality appealing. She's certainly not boring to be around even if she looks to be.

Adventurous, her bonded will quickly learn that her mood swings are only a fragment of who she is. This female is often into everything, and she makes a game of it. Exploration is one of her favorite pastimes, alighting to and from places of excessive curiosity to her. The quick changes in her fondness often come from simply losing interest after she's explored something enough. Unfortunately, being so prone to swinging from interest to interest means that she'll get into trouble a lot, going places that some green firelizards simply are not wanted. Like the weyrs of queens, or hatching grounds. Telling her no is almost impossible, too, because just as she won't listen to being told to do something, she also won't heed being told not to. Her memory is also short enough that she rarely learns her lesson and will keep repeating the same bad behavior over and over until it is no longer a matter of interest to her. Hers will have a chore keeping her from being eaten by angry, possessive queens, and even then it's only a matter of time before her bonded gets the backlash from it, for she has a temper -- quiet though she normally is, making her mad results in loud, merciless fussing that is better off to be avoided at all costs. Endless arguments are bound to ensue. Good luck.

[Avu]

And finally, they’d both rolled off of her, and she hurt, thank you very much; being mashed against the ground did not suit Meira in the least, and she sat up as soon as R’wign got off of her, brushing her hair back and glancing around to locate Zesa. The gold firelizard still appeared to be fussing over T’ke, flapping her wings and nuzzling him to try and make him sit up or look less…less pale, less hurt? Scrambling to her feet, Meira hesitated, watching as R’wign crawled over to the boy, biting her lower lip curiously and smoothing her shirt with one hand absently before she took a few steps cautiously closer, gaze flickering towards C’ryl slightly. She didn’t respond to him, though; as soon as she neared T’ke, she raised one arm for Zesa; the gold turned in a circle to peer at C’ryl curiously before she winged up to settle on Meira’s proffered forearm, flicking her wings shut and resuming her humming with all the dignity that a queen ought to have; Kaaoloth was given a rather reproving glance for blocking the door.

Meira shook her head slightly at R’wign, a slightly bemused smile flickering across her face; the brownrider’s determination to flee the site of a Hatching was amusing, even if it had resulted in being quite literally squashed; she stroked Zesa’s wings and back absently as she took another step closer to T’ke, head tilted anxiously at the boy as R’wign addressed the brownrider who’d managed a spectacular trip over T’ke – and he promptly left. Rather rude of him, Meira thought, scrunching her nose at the retreating brownrider silently. Well, she couldn’t blame him if he wanted to Impress, but – but – T’ke was clearly hurting; had he even apologized? With a slight shake of her head, the wherhandler dismissed it; maybe he really, really wanted a firelizard? Zesa flicked her tail around Meira’s wrist as the wherhandler kneeled on T’ke’s other side, half-listening to what she presumed was R’wign’s attempt at comforting the boy.

Depositing Zesa on her knees, Meira used one hand to balance herself as she glanced at the shoulder indicated by the weyrling’s grasping; if it was really hurting that badly, then – then maybe something – had he really hurt it badly? Sprawling on top of a pile of people that were not excessively well-padded, and then being tripped over and kicked, probably hadn’t done him any favors, but Meira couldn’t quite remember what was wrong with T’ke’s shoulder. There was no blood – at least, none that had soaked through his shirt – and wasn’t it probably already healed anyway? “R’wign’s a Journeyman,” she pointed out, both arms wrapping around Zesa as the gold turned to croon reassuringly at T’ke. “He can look at it…?” It wasn’t as if he was in any hurry to watch Ellie’s Hatching, anyway. “And I’m okay, thanks…”

[Rowana]

Mer was starting to have a very low opinion of salamandyrs. Showoff and Chatti were the first she had ever really met and they weren't making a very good impression. Fire lizards were clearly better than these annoying pests. "Quiet you!" Mer shot at Chatti before returning her attention to the ringleader on her head. Why did he chose to bother her off all people? Just her luck! He would probably scare away all the babies if he kept this up!

"You the best?" she scoffed at Showoff. "I bet things run from you to get away from your chatter! Go find a different perch you pesky worm!" She was not going to be insulted by this pest! Mer reached up with the intention of grabbing the salamandyr when a new weight landed on her head. Shards! What was she, a tree?! Mer growled with annoyance, but then a rush of emotion filled her mind. Wait a second, this wasn't some random fire lizard, he was hers!

Mer's eyes lit up and she grinned widely. The annoying bronze was good for something after all! She could sense her blue defender's wave of defiance. He was a brave one! Mer could not be more proud, even if she had impressed a bronze. He was perfect! Mer reached up and careful pulled the little hatchling from her head. The blue squirmed and hissed at Showoff. What was His doing?! He could take the worm! He would teach him to use His as a perch! Mer brought him down and held out a piece of meat with her other hand.

"Leave him be, little defender," she soothed. "He's not worth you're time. You're ten times what he is." The blue puffed up, glaring at Showoff. He was hungry though. He snatched pieces of meat one by one, still watching Showoff warily. If he so much as twitched, he would escape unscathed. Mer studiously ignored Showoff as she fed her new companion. Let him stay up there if he wanted. She didn't care anymore. "Let's see," she mused aloud. "You need a good strong name." Mer wasn't very imaginative with names, but she would do her best. He did have an aura of strength about him. "How about Auran?" The blue rumbled and went on eating and watching Showoff. "Auran it is then!"

[nightingale]

Someone was talking to her? Saeo glanced behind her, and her face brightened as she realized that it was Raylin. It took her a moment to understand the older girl’s request, and vague puzzlement spread across her features. Why had she walked right up to the hatchlings if she didn’t want a flitter? “Um, well sure I guess. You’d better take Ba-” She moved to collect her blue mandyr from Amone’s head, but then with no warning whatsoever, Freckle started shrieking.

NOOOO NO BAD GREENPEST MAUL FRECKE BAAAAD! FRECKLE KILL! RAPERAPE FIREEEEEEEE!! The girl tuned just in time to see the green latch onto Raylin’s thumb and stat shaking her head back and forth like a tiny canine. “Damnit Raylin!” She hissed, glancing back toward the eggs and hoping Ellie or Hero wouldn’t attack her for being bonded to a creature that produced such a racket. Had the greenrider completely forgotten in the months they’d been apart that Freckle absolutely hated not just her, but every female in existence?

More shrieking, and a vague sensation that she was being dropped. Freckle hit the ground with a soft plop, then promptly gathered herself up and went speeding right back up her bonded’s pantleg. Saeo was watching Raylin curiously. For a moment she was sure that it had been Vega coming in to finally take Freckle’s head off, but it seemed instead that her friend had managed to impress something far less pleasant. “You should have taken the blue one.” She smiled, offering the greenrider a cheeky little grin as Freckle resettled herself. Ugly badbad icky blue rapepest. She muttered, then turned her attention toward trilling insults at the bluepestbads who were being rude to Showoff.

Screaming. Why was there so much screaming? Danica sighed, wondering how she had managed to get herself into such an annoying predicament. The flitters she could handle –so long as they flew right over her and impressed to someone else- but hearing a salamandyr blaring into her mind was not something she intended to get used to.

She leaned back in her chair and turned her attentions toward the battleground that seemed to be setting itself up on Merridan’s head. It seemed that the boy –girl? Whatever the newly bonded candidate was, they obviously had a brain in their head and wanted to keep it getting scratched up. She whistled at Showoff, trying to draw the salamandyr’s attention away from Merridan and her new flit. “Yo sparkles, unoccupied territory over here.” She tapped her shoulder. Whether or not it would work seemed irrelevant –something else would probably catch the worm’s attention in short order.

“Why is the green one so gross coloured?” “I think she’s sick.” Ke’rin and the girls had managed to squirm their way right up to the dining table, and the young rider was quite certain that both Arune and Renai would have crawled right up on top of it if left to their own devices. As it was, each had a retraining hand on their shoulder and more than one stern warning in their memories.

“She isn’t sick.” The bronzeweyrling explained patiently, feeling Lamb’s claws pricking at his shoulder. The brightly coloured little green seemed torn between her love of hatchlings and her self-conscious need to be away from large groups of people. “Not all flitters look the same. There are all different shades of green.” “Well she’s pretty gross.” Arune insisted, wrinkling her nose as the Prologue Green fluttered off to light on C’ryl. “Arune, little girls with unkind thoughts should be seen and not heard.” Kei warned. The blonde huffed quietly, and whispered something to her dark haired sister. They both started giggling.