you've got a friend in me

[Avu]

The only thing that stopped Rusa from drawing on the Candidatemaster was the fact that people would not appreciate his gutting the Candidatemaster – and it would have been ridiculously easy, too; the man hadn’t pinned his arms and his fingers actually closed around the hilt of his knife and drew the dirk halfway purely out of instinct before he actually panicked. It wasn’t because of the Candidatemaster – not really. He’d been taught to defend himself – at the life of the other, if necessary, and being helpless because he didn’t want people to hate him was a very new emotion – one that he didn’t know how to follow through on. Emoyan’s words hardly registered, and even as he was tripped forcefully backwards onto a counter, he caught his fall against the edge, and then hopped up to sit on the counter in question, his face impassive as he crossed his legs, snatching a fresh meatroll from one of the passing Drudges even as he glanced back at Emoyan. “Thank you, Candidatemaster, for that lovely and completely disproportional display of temper. Tsk, tsk…” he commented, quietly. Whether or not it was intended for Emoyan to hear wasn’t clear; the anger in his tone, however, was. Did he want to be stabbed in the stomach? He very nearly had been.

Rusa! Rusa!

All indignities were forgotten as the little pale green leapt onto him, rubbing onto him and pushing under his chin; Rusa’s eyes widened in surprise as his hands came up, gently bringing the little creature down to his lap, cupping his fingers around her. She was…so tiny. But – but so perfect; so adorably small and such a lovely shade of green, too, and she was his…Rusahre blinked in surprise before he stroked her down the back, eyes wide with delight – and earned a pleased coo from the little green, whose head was craned in order to keep watch on the Candidatemaster’s green. Rusa had missed their Hatching, but his gaze flicked upwards, too, and a look that was half amusement and half disapproval flickered across his face. Well – no matter; no matter; his little green was obviously the prettier of the two…

“Are you hungry?” he asked softly, curling up slightly on the countertop and bringing the Salamandyr close to his face in one palm. Her tail had twisted around his middle finger; for the moment, she seemed content to be examined. However, at his question, the green squirmed, and then crooned, agreeing solemnly, Hungry, I. Her words drew a smile from Rusa, and he set her down on one knee – to which the green protested; she snaked upwards to his shoulder remarkably fast, and Rusa blinked in surprise before he shrugged, breaking the meatroll apart and picking out a small bite of the succulent meat to offer up to the Salamandyr on his shoulder. Even as she snapped it up, the Candidate flicked through name ideas. His first idea was to name her Ai – a shortened form of Aiwyre’s name – and he was tempted to do exactly that, but – he wasn’t really sure whether or not it was appropriate to bequeath a Salamandyr with someone’s name.

Zan’s arrival made Rusa look up, grinning widely at the boy, though he shrugged dismissively at the boy’s question – and earned a squeak of surprise from the nameless Salamandyr. Here, I, she protested, and he paused to stroke the Salamandyr reassuringly before he answered Zan’s question, drawling the words softly, but hopefully loud enough for everybody nearby to hear. “We couldn’t have our dear Candidatemaster missing out on the Hatching, could we…? I tripped him on his way out; he fell; he deemed it appropriate to grab me by the shirt, look murder at me, and drop me on the counter. Goes to show he has no sense of humor, doesn’t it?” As far as he could tell, the Candidatemaster’s reaction was extremely disproportionate to being tripped. You did not attempt murder on someone who tripped you. “I think mine is prettier than his is,” he added, more playfully, nodding at the Salamandyr on his shoulder even as he offered her another piece of meat. Pretty Sistermine, the Salamandyr answered, glancing with blatant affection at the sister in question, snatching the piece of meat from him.

“Sure – whatever you say.” Rusa bit his lip, and then glanced at Zan thoughtfully. “What d’you think I should name her…?”


((He won't have named her yet, buuuut: Spider Green-- Sylph))

[Kisha-Ra]

R’fuin rolled his eyes and shook his head at the dark haired candidate’s comment to Emoyan, and the following speech. Inwardly the bluerider was highly amused but he had no wish to join in making fun of the candidatemaster. Only reasonable argument would do here. Insulting people only tended to make them even more stubborn. Just like telling the candidates not to do something, and then trying to force them not to, had only made them more stubborn.

“Ka’rys only agrees because his firelizard was caught by a salamandyr.” The words were out of R’fuin’s mouth before he could stop himself. He mentally cursed himself, he just really hated it when people tried pulling rank on him over effectively minor points, especially when he hadn’t really expected to make a difference anyway, it reminded too much of Benden, and made him lose control over his tongue apparently. Well possibly Ka’rys didn’t catch that since Lennae had just puked on his shirt. That was probably an adequate distraction from what ordinary wingriders had to say.

Strange not mines. Trick commented to the room, maybe this behaviour was some part of human mating activities that he’d missed, although the brown was pretty sure that he’d never witnessed anything of the sort before. Strange, strange. he repeated, reinforcing his message.

Imp frilled in general objection to the flying contents of another silly’s stomach. Was no one taking in a thing he said? I say not like that! He tried again, humans were just to stupid to understand that once food was eaten that was how it was supposed to stay. Eaten food was no good to eat again. The baby queenlet liked food; she’d make her pet understand later. But who would make briber brown’s pet understand? Prettylove was the best gold ever, he was sure, but she couldn’t talk.

As funny as this whole situation was Darya agreed vehemently with her salamandyr. It was really time for people to stop vomiting now before it became impossible to breathe in here, because Darya really needed to breathe now, hysterical laughter at someone else’s expense was fun but it seemed to use up a lot of breath. What was actually going on with those eggs anyway? Oh it was up to three salamandyrs and one firelizard hatched now, but the blue salamandyr still seemed to be asleep. Was he wild then?

Getting an answer from R’wign pulled her attention back to the humans around her. He really was shameless, not even vaguely embarrassed about vomiting all over Lennae it seemed. “Maybe that was something wrong with you performance R’wign.” Darya suggested mildly, though she was beginning to suspect that it hadn’t in fact been Lennae in the closet incident the brownrider had accidentally mentioned to her. She was also suspecting Lennae of blatant lying to upset R’wign, well that had worked, presumably beyond the greenrider’s expectations.

R’fuin wasn’t particularly concerned with events now that they’d degenerated into one of those opinionated discussions that he wasn’t about to participate in, with added bickering and near brawling it seemed. He was actually quite interested in the progress of the hatching and the sheer volume of people crowding into the kitchen were making quite difficult for him to see what was going on. A mention of salamandyr handling lessons from K’lir brought the green rider to R’fuin’s attention again. “This man is full of good ideas today.” R’fuin said to no one in particular. “That kind of lesson might not be a bad idea, and it needn’t be restricted to candidates either. I can think of one experienced rider who could use the lessons.” R’fuin raised his voice and pointedly looked at Darya, who cheerfully made a moderately obscene hand gesture at him and stuck her tongue out. R’fuin ignored her and hoped his reasonable points would cover his earlier slip up.

R’fuin wrinkled his nose as R’wign dragged Lennae forward and suggested that she be the one to speak. ‘Well as interested as I am in where babies come from, do you think you could get rid of that shirt, Lennae? It really smells quite awful. You can borrow mine.’ R’fuin stripped off his shirt, which was thankfully clean and nearly new, and slipped between a few people to proffer it to the woman.

[dragon]

Before the green had even latched on to him physically, Emoyan knew the moment she had, mentally. He knew that sensation. All too well. He stopped moving, and sighed, as she scurried up his leg, and across his back to his shoulder. Shardit. So much for getting out of there before he impressed anything... he really hadn't wanted another pet. Much less a salamandyr!

Emoyan looked over at her as she made her demands, and shook his head. "You're too fast for your own good." He told her. But there was nothing for it ... he had her, now, and there wouldn't be any getting rid of her. Now that she had latched on to him, he wasn't going to try to get rid of her, either. The last thing he wanted was to go through that again.

Which, did bring an interesting revelation to the man... the teensy little button of a lizard sortof helped a great deal in filling that massively empty hole in his soul ... now, though on a far smaller level, he had that sense of never being alone, again. He had a mindmate once more, and she loved him. The barest of smiles flickered across his face.

Hungryhungryhungry! I. Feed me. Stay. Yes? She prompted, flapping her teensy frill like there was a maelstrom going on, tail whizzing around happily. If it went much faster, she might be able to fly on sheer lift from her tail.

Emoyan looked around ... this was the kitchen, it should be easy enough to find something to feed her. And yes, he didn't have to go far to find it, either. Tearing off a miniscule bit, Emoyan offered it to her. When she promptly swallowed it whole without chewing, he frowned at her. To solve that problem, he gave her the entire peice of meat, which was really about as big as she was... not very, but too big for her to just swallow. Hind feet latched onto his shirt, she held onto the peice with her front feed and started chewing industriously, little tongue flickering in and out, licking up all the juice drops before it could get away. Good good. Meat. Pretty Sistermine! She called, happily, back to the other green.

That taken care of, Emoyan looked around. Plainly, there was no reason for him to bowl people over anymore to get out - it was already too late. Not that he was regretting it anymore. For the moment, the little green was a nice balm to his torn soul. Might as well get back to business again... he could see at least three Candidates that had impressed already, and every last one of them had impressed a mandyr, at that.

Alright, then.

He made his way over to where Anzalorin was standing. "Your knots, please." He requested, simply. Whether or not rules were changable was immaterial at the moment... for the moment, the lad had broken them. And in full knowledge of the penalty. On his shoulder, the bitty green was still chewing away on her first meal industriously. Hi! she greeted her sibling, cheerfully.

---

This one will be called Skink!

[Sheari]

As the activity in the Dining Hall picked up, Anusha began to take more note of her surroundings. She'd remained ignorant this whole time of the actions of other people and now was just the time to start making note of things. She looked over to there everyone seemed to be crowded and decided it'd be better to go over there and see what was going on. She'd known there was a hatching today for a salamandyr clutch but, since she didn't want one of the frilled lizards and had heard it was a mixed clutch she deigned that by now it should be safe to go over there and find out if she could get a look at the ones that had already Impressed.

She rose from the table, the remnants of her breakfast forgotten, and walked across the room. The group of people barred her way and she couldn't get any farther than maybe a few people away from the clutch. She was tall enough, however, to see a decent view, albeit with someone's head in the way.

Anusha sighed. Well, 'mandyrs couldn't fly so, if there were any left, they'd have to crawl through people to get to her. If any fire lizards hatched and wanted her they could fly to her. Either way, it would be harder for a salamandyr to get to her than a flit and that was just fine. The thought was not unpleasant. Snatching a meatroll from the plate of someone nearby she waited. If none of the little creatures came to her then she had a snack for herself.

[short, late fail post ;>.>]]

[serenitychick]

It was obvious to Sasheen that being anywhere near the Main Hall right now was going to set Emoyan off. She didn’t understand the rule, didn’t understand what had happened to cause it to created in the first place much less enforced with such enthusiasm. She had moved back away from the group and per his own statement, since she couldn’t see the hatching, they couldn’t see her. But apparently even that wasn’t good enough and she was frustrated with having something that she wanted to take part in being dangled in front of her face and then ripped away.

“Alright, fine.” She said to no one in particular. “I’m leaving then, happy now?” She was fully aware that no one was paying attention to her, even Emoyan, and she ignored his quippy comment about a lesson where babies came from (Sasheen was fully aware of how that little miracle occurred). But a commotion started as she was turning away and she looked back in surprise to see Emoyan getting up off the floor and going after Rusa. As she turned her body to watch the candidate master she felt something on her leg.

Something that started to move up her leg and then attach itself to her chest. Babies come from where? Where babies from? she heard in her head and the young woman had to first revel in the experience of that before she processed what the words had actually been asking her. She cupped her hands around the brown Salamandyr that was looking up at her and she melted.

“Babies?” She finally repeated, so lost in the details of his hide that everything around her disappeared. “We’ll talk about that later… Are you hungry my handsome little man?” Hungryhungryfoooooood! came quickly in response to her question and Sasheen quickly knicked up an overflowing fistful of meat, still using one hand to cup the mandyr against her chest. She retreated into a corner, carefully placing the brown on a table and taking seat as he stood preening she quickly began slicing chunks of meat into manageable slices and feeding it to him. Soon, she had a pile of thinly sliced meat and a feasting mandyr, both of whom she protectively enclosed in a circle with her arms. Laying her head on an arm, she watched him and he loved the attention. He ate with passion but did so neatly, for such a glorious creature does not shame himself by getting dirty.

- - - - - -
His name will be Ganache

[glamourie]

“Fine, but I expect it returned, as the one you ruined was made for me by someone who is now dead.” There was a reason Ka’rys was offended over the shirt. It was the dark green one that Shmee gave him in protest to all of his other gray ones. While he’d stopped wearing gray (no doubt if there was life after death, that was a fact she’d find exhilarating), that particular shirt was one he wore often. Ever since she died, in fact. It felt cruel to ignore it. Yes, it was too big for him, no doubt made for a man of S’rei’s size, but -- he still wore it, because Shmee had made it specifically for him. It seemed like an insult to her memory not to. Hence him being unhappy with Lennae for damaging it - though, possibly the vomit could be washed out. The fabric was certainly sturdy enough, considering all that it had been through… But… Well, Ka’rys shook his head and muttered to himself (pointedly ignoring Lennae and R’wign both - idiots). “I hope to Faranth that one of our drudges is a miracle worker…”

Ignoring the bronze rider’s grouchiness, R’wign smirked at Lennae. Smirked. There was no other explanation for his behavior. “You don’t remember our romp in the closet, Lennae? Or is this some excuse to claim I drugged you?” As her hands went to the knife, R’wign grabbed her wrist, pulled the blade over and ran his tongue slowly over the side of the blade. The entire movement was deliberately calculated to look suggestive. He kept his fingers around Lennae’s wrist to prevent her from angling the blade at him any more, and his eyebrow raised playfully. “You gave me permission. Even invited it. Have you forgotten already? Bad greenrider. Or are you upset at our audience?” He wasn’t as dumb as he looked - far from. It didn’t take a genius to notice that Lennae’s attitude had promptly changed upon K’lir’s arrival, and since he knew that K’lir liked Lennae, he was not above calling her on it. It’d probably flatter the short redheaded boy. “Do put the knife away, you won’t really hurt me. You’d miss me too much.”

Blinking, K’lir turned away from the group and back to Lennae before setting Kahrelir down on the counter. “Stay,” he told the baby silently, and Kahrelir smiled before retrieving Showoff. The salamandyr curled up in his grasp, and let Kahrelir stroke his back, preening the entire time. Turning again, K’lir hooked his fingers under the waistband of his black long-sleeved shirt and pulled it off before holding it out toward Lennae. He was decked out in all black, but the pants were obviously picked out by Uu’n -- they were much tighter than anything he wore. Shirt was all him, though, loose enough fitting that it made him look smaller than he actually was. His eyebrows raised and he glared at R’wign, a hint of pink coming onto his face in the process. Audience? Screw him - snot. He’d throttle the brown rider later. To Lennae, he said, “Do you want to borrow this? I’ll want it back, but it doesn’t smell quite so --- nasty. Is that pie chunks? That is pie chunks - FARANTH, R’wign, do you eat anything else?!”

“No.”

Well that answered that question. Rolling his eyes, K’lir tried to ignore the jealousy he felt - and failed. He was sorely tempted to kick R’wign in the shin. The fact that he and Lennae had slept together was a sore spot, which the brown rider knew. Did he have to rub it in…?

R'fuin's words earned a flash of a grin from K'lir; sucking up was sure to earn him seconds~ But he didn't argue further. That was a conversation to be had with the Weyrleaders, not the idiots around. Well, Ka'rys was one of them but he didn't count. He was probably bitter about his weird little firelizard. Grouch.

Emoyan’s words drew Anz’s attention, and he turned back to him before replying, very firmly, “No. I’m going to go talk to the Junior Weyrwoman after the hatching is over.” He was going to go right over Emoyan’s head if that was what it took. “If she has a salamandyr, it’s not right that we should be kicked out of candidacy too. It just isn’t. You heard everyone, they said that it’s not fair. If you want to refuse to teach us, fine, but you should wait until I talk to her, so you don’t look like a fool if she goes over your head.” He meant it - it wasn’t aggressive, just honest. “I don’t want to be kicked from candidacy, and I don’t want to make you look bad, so you might as well hold out and see whether or not you lose more than just me. I’m betting some of the others here Impress too. You’re welcome to come with us if you want - so you can voice your feelings on the matter fairly as well.”

It seemed fairer, to him, to give Emoyan a chance to defend the opposite stance… although the salamandyr on his shoulder sort of condemned him. The blond boy tilted his head, then he turned back to Zanalorin and held out his new little salamandyr for him to see.

“Meet Sprite,” he said with a slight nod. The little salamandyr recoiled, almost in terror, and looked at the much prettier green that was attached to Emoyan. Frightened, she scurried up Anz’s arm, and settled at his shoulder. She peeped a quiet greeting, but didn’t speak, trying not to draw any attention to herself. So many people, would they all like her? Hers was nice, but were they? She didn’t think they would be - what if they were mean to her? She wanted to hide. She was also so hungry…

“I didn’t mean to Impress her. I was standing in the doorway because I just wanted to watch. I’m going to talk to the Junior Weyrwoman myself, see if she’ll make an exception since Nautic got one. It doesn’t seem fair that he should get to be exempt and I shouldn’t. It just doesn’t. That man over there even said if I stood back and got rid of my stew it would be okay.” He nodded toward Ka’rys in explanation, then looked up at Emoyan again. “Congratulations, candidate master. It’s the twin of the one Rusahre’s holding. I hope she’s nice.” He meant that, too. He really did.

[weaving]

R’wign was pushing his luck. As he licked her knife, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and confusion. Why was he talking about a closet as though they’d actually done something in there? Had he gone mad? Had he ever been sane? Crazy healers. With an exasperated sigh, she twisted her wrist sharply to get him to remove his grip on her wrist, though she was careful about which way she pointed the knife. If she was going to hurt him, it wasn’t going to be here, though he thoroughly deserved it. She was perfectly to wait until there were fewer witnesses to catch her in the act. Of course, it wouldn’t be terribly difficult to deduce who had murdered the brownrider, but by then she’d be long gone and she doubted that anyone would bother to follow her. She simply wouldn’t be worth the time or effort to find. Not that any of this would ever happen, but hey, she could dream.

“One of these days I’m going to kill you,” she muttered, though she tossed the knife toward the counter, careful enough that it didn’t hit anyone, though it clattered rather loudly as it landed. “It’s not like I need a kitchen knife to do it either. They just tend to be big and sharp, though now that I think about, a duller blade might be better; more painful you see and I think you deserve quite a bit of that.” The chances of her actually hurting him severely were quite slim but it was more because she cared about what certain friends of his might think than because she was actually concerned about R’wign. She’d never actually kill him, just hurt him enough to teach him a lesson he sorely needed to learn.

At the sight of K’lir removing his shirt, she became thoroughly distracted, her gaze glancing toward him in what she had thought to be discreet, though in truth she was far from it. She didn’t notice R’fuin approaching until he spoke and by then K’lir was offering his shirt as well. Well, that was nice. She had choices. Personally, she was quite biased toward the shirt that K’lir was holding out (it would fit her better!, she rationalized) but she considered R’fuin’s offer for a moment. It was quite kind of him to do so, and she hardly knew him, making the gesture all the more kind. Still, it was K’lir. Few would probably top him, not that she’d admit it.

“Thank you for the offer, but I have a feeling that K’lir’s will fit me better. Besides, I wouldn’t want your shirt to soak up any of R’wign’s vomit smell and it looks quite clean. What with raising a toddler, I’m sure that K’lir is used to it by now.” Giving the bluerider a large and sincere smile, she promptly removed her own shirt, balling it up and placing it by her feet before reaching out for K’lir’s shirt and slipping it on quickly over her head. She would hope that everyone in the immediate vicinity had by now seen at least one pair of breasts and wouldn’t freak out at her brief display. Well, they’d need to get used to weyrlife at some point.

The sleeping Zombie Blue finally woke with a long stretch followed by a rather loud yawn. Poking his head up, he looked around, his eyes suddenly locking on the one he wanted. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled himself up and out of the egg carton, falling more than climbing down to the ground before he continued on his way toward his chosen one.

Whaaaat, whaaaaattttt he called out, directly into the mind of Zanalorin, though he was still a ways away from the one that he had chosen. His belly seemed to be getting in the way of him moving very quickly, and so it took him a few minutes to actually reach his destination.

Two eggs, the Monster Egg and the Ghost Egg hatched nearly simultaneously. The first revealed a blue salamandyr while the second had been home to a green firelizard. The Ghost Green poked about curiously, inspecting every inch of what had been her home while the Monster Blue immediately leapt out toward the first person, hopping from body to body until he had reached R’wign. Chattering at him, he smacked the healer on the head several times on the head with his long whippy tail before leaping away and clinging to Ka’rys, where he surprisingly decided to stay.

Not ruin is fine! Fine fine, no dead. Good good.

The Things That Go Bump In The Night Clutch
1. Vampire Egg -
2. Monster Egg – Blue Salamandyr ????, Impressed to Ka’rys
3. Boogeyman Egg – Brown Salamandyr Ganache, Impressed to Sasheen
4. Ghost Egg – hatched green firelizard
5. Zombie Egg – Blue Salamandyr ????, Impressed to Zanalorin
6. Frankenstein Egg – Green Salamanadyr Sprite, Impressed to Anzalorin
7. Werewolf Egg – Blue Firelizard Runner, Impressed to Venus
8. Chupacabra Egg – cracked, flashes of white showing
9. Spider Egg – Green Salamandyr Sylph, Impressed to Rusahre
10. Reaper Egg
11. Poltergeist Egg
12. Witches Egg – Green Salamandyr Skink, Impressed to Emoyan

[weaving]

Zombie Blue
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue(96CDCD)
Looks To: Zanalorin
Appearance: Large for a blue, this guy can attribute much of that to the roundness of his belly, something he clearly inherited from his mother and will in fact easily grow wider than her if His permits it. As if to accentuate this, his limbs are rather short and stubby and he’ll never be quick in mating Runs, leading to many failed Chases. If His is not careful with feedings, it won’t be long before the only way he can move will be to roll around. As it is, he much prefers catching a ride on anything that moves to actually having to lug his large stomach around himself. Larger wings than are typical for salamandyrs (a nod to his firelizard parentage) will help him to balance his otherwise ungainly frame, though he'll never be able to so much as glide given his massive size. His tail also is longer than average, making it easy for him to perch on even the most precarious of places. While his lower half is long, from the neck and above it looks as though he ran into a wall. A short, stubby neck and a smushed up face with bug eyes give him a very bizarre appearance indeed. His frill is slightly larger than normal and when flared it only helps to accentuate how odd his face is.

In coloration, the majority of him is a slate blue color, with his underside, the area around his muzzle and the tips of his fore and hind legs being a few shades lighter. His frill is also that same lighter shade, though it is edged in an even darker navy blue with occasional splotches of the darker blue appearing on various other parts of his frill, like splatters of paint flung carelessly. That same blue continues along his spine in those same splotchy marks, culminating in the tip of his tail looking as though it were dipped in a bucket of dark blue dye.

Personality: Relaxed is the first word that comes to mind upon meeting this salamandyr. Rather than cause mischief, this blue loves nothing more than to lounge around out in the sun. Nothing seems to faze him. A firelizard decides to sit on his bonded? Eh, whatever. He’s not getting all of the attention? That’s okay. He’s extremely low maintenance, requiring very little care or attention from his bonded or anyone for that manner. It doesn't take much to make this guy happy, just some food, the occasional cuddle, and a bath every now and then and he's perfectly content. Being so mellow himself, he prefers to be around those that have a similar laid-back personality and will even go so far as to lecture those who he feels are too anxious or worry too much, but he won't spend too much time on that, preferring to lounge around.

Those who converse with this blue will quickly notice that he’s extremely laid back in his speech, often slurring the few words that he does know together. When it comes to vocabulary, he can’t grasp anything on his own, and usually picks up one or two words from those talking around them, remembering them for a few hours before his words change again. It’s quite difficult to ever know exactly what he means, for his tone rarely changes to match his mood, maintaining a very relaxed, slow and droopy inflection. While most of his kind like to repeat things rapidly, his speech is more of a drawl, with long vowels and dropped consonants.


Monster Blue
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue(2F4F4F)
Looks To: Ka'rys
Appearance: Long is the first thing that comes to mind upon seeing this salamandyr. His entire body seems to have been stretched out, as though someone grabbed the tip of his tail and his nose and simply pulled as hard as they could. As a result, he’s more or less the size of your average brown than a blue, though his build is far more slender and reminiscent of a firelizard’s than a salamandyr’s. His arms and legs too, are long, and his foreclaws look far more like fingers than anything else. As such, he’s easily able to hold onto things, pinch annoying creatures and people, or pick up objects that others of his kind would have more of a difficult time with. Whether or not he can carry these objects is a different matter, for while his shape gives him speed, agility and grace, he is clearly lacking in muscle. In relation to the length of his body, his wings are absolutely tiny, even for a salamandyr , making even short glides difficult. His frill also is smaller than usual, and he’ll probably be picked on by both firelizards and salamandyr’s for looking like neither species making it difficult for him to ever win a mate though it won’t stop him from trying.

As far as coloring goes, the majority of this salamandyr is a dark navy blue, though it lightens a few shades along his foreclaws, hindlegs and tail. One might say that his coloration is plain for a salamandyr’s, at least until they saw his head and frill. His face is also a few shades lighter, with brighter robin’s egg blue tribal-like markings along the bridge of his nose and around his eyes. Those same markings cover his frill, which is so light a blue some might mistake it for white, causing the patterns to stand out sharply in contrast. His frill is often displayed due to his pride in such coloration, for they are indeed lovely markings to behold.


Personality: If you thought that salamandyr’s talked a lot, you only have to look to this blue for a prime example of that. He chatters constantly, though unlike some of the other chatterbox ‘mandyrs, he uses actual words for the most part. Of above intelligence, he can remember four or five words at a time and will be able to grasp the meanings of words that are of importance to him; his favorite treat for instance or the name of a salamandyr whom he’s taken a liking to. As such, he’s easier to understand than most of his color, or at least he would be if he spoke plainly. Instead he enjoys twisting his words about so as to make his bonded work to decipher his meaning. He also greatly enjoys word and puzzle games, though he isn’t very good at them (though don’t tell him that). Anyone who dares to argue with him is sure to receive a physical beating. He especially enjoys smacking such offenders with his long whippy tail, which can hurt quite a bit when he puts enough force behind it.

As if this little guy wasn’t full of enough oddities, he has a strange tendency to refer to himself in third person, which causes great confusion when people meet him for the first time. This happens quite a bit, as he enjoys bothering complete strangers as much as he enjoys torturing his bonded. He especially likes butting into people’s problems, be they arguments or a simple clean up job, and attempting to tell them how they should be doing it. He has little patience for those who don’t understand him immediately, and it doesn’t take much to send him into a fit of rage, whacking any in his path repeatedly with his tail.

[Avu]

His eyes were entirely for the little green; to Rusa, she was flawless, would never do anything wrong – he’d never blame her for anything. The green Salamandyr was currently chewing on a particularly hard piece of meat, apparently, for after a minute of little progress, Rusa exchanged the half-chewed tidbit for another, more tender piece, trying to think of names. Hnn. He rubbed his nose thoughtfully, and then offered to her, “Pixie? – Sylph?” She looked delicate enough to remind anyone of a fairy. Distinctly cat-like, too, in her markings, but – that was okay; he didn’t want to name her Feline or Cat. He kind of leaned towards Sylph, but – the reason he’d asked was to give the green a choice. If she wanted to be called Pixie over Sylph – or neither of the two caught her liking – then he’d keep ranting off names till she approved of one. “Yes? No?”

Sylph, I am, came the response, and Rusa positively preened in delight as the little green snuggled against his neck. Sylph, am – Sistermine name is what?

Sylph’s question was what made him look up at Emoyan again, and his nose crinkled his annoyance at the Candidatemaster demanding Anzalorin’s knots from him. Whatever. He was going to hunt down Savitri and request to be allowed to Stand. Whoever had made the rule about not being able to Impress Salamandyrs was just plain stupid; what would have happened if he, Anzalorin, and that female Candidate over there that he didn’t know – weren’t here? The Salamandyrs would have died (he was assuming they were like dragons and actually actively looked for people instead of food like firelizards). Did Emoyan really want his Salamandyr’s twin to have died?

Anz’s reply made Rusa bob his head slightly, and he slid off of the counter on which he was perched to wander over to the other boy’s side, interjecting quietly, “I want to talk to the Junior Weyrwoman, too.” He wasn’t trying to annoy Emoyan anymore, and it showed in the change of demeanor as he watched the Candidatemaster seriously. Sylph slid off of his shoulder, making it down his forearm and square into the meatroll in his hand in record time, but Rusa didn’t so much as flinch as the green Salamandyr squirmed, pleased by herself, as her claws dug into the meatroll just in case someone meant to take it away, chewing contentedly. “If you don’t want to teach us” – he gestured towards himself, Anz, and the girl who’d Impressed a brown – “then I’ll teach. You can give them a test on everything we’re supposed to do in Candidacy afterwards, if you don’t think I can; I can promise you nobody will fail.”

He nodded firmly in emphasis, and then leaned back, curling his fingers around Sylph as he glanced sideways at Zan before he detached himself from the wall to approach Sasheen, who had enclosed herself and her new brown in a corner, and coughed slightly to catch her attention. Candidate, Rusa wants, Sylph interjected, not at all shy as she peered curiously at the brown, her tail, arched over her head, flicking from side to side. Rusa smiled vaguely at Sylph before he dropped into a seat next to Sasheen, and got directly to the point. “You broke a rule,” he said simply. “By Impressing him – congratulations, by the way, he’s stunning – Emoyan’s all up and ready to take away our Candidacy now and here. Anz and I want to go to see the Junior Weyrwoman and ask to make an exception; the rule’s not fair to begin with. Do you want to come?”

[serenitychick]

When the brown no longer felt that him starving to death was an immediate threat the pile of meat had a serious dent in it. He grabbed another piece from Sasheen and curled up beside her armpit, cuddling up next to her chin. I’m going to call you Ganache, She thought hesitantly, testing the connection between them. Nibbling on the meat lazily, the brown simply gave her a soft cheep of approval and she began stroking his hide softly.

A cough caught her attention and she brought her head up sharply, looking up to peer at Rusahire. Ganache’s head had come up at the same time Sasheen’s had but he was peering at the green he was carrying. He sat down beside her and she turned slightly to face him rather than twist her body. A simple nod responded his statement and she could not deny that he was correct.

“Yes, I know.” She said with a sigh, “The fact that I honestly didn’t mean to Impress probably be of any help either… I mean, I’ve never been to a hatching before, of anything, and I was trying to leave… “ Realizing she likely need to explain herself to him, Sasheen fell silent and the brown spread his frill in an attempt to capture her attention again. She shouldn’t be talking to this one, he does not notice how magnificent Ganache is. Sasheen smiled at him, using the tip of her finger to rub behind the frill and sending him into a near coma of contentedness. BUt when Rusa complimented him Ganache was compelled to sit up straight and display himself for the man's benefit.

See how wonderfully his frill complimented his tail? Sassy Talk he bode her and Sasheen chuckled at his 'permission'. "Thank you," She beamed, "And your green is breathtaking.. I've never seen coloring like that anywhere before."

The idea of appealing to the Junior Weyrwoman gave her a small amount of hope that perhaps she would still be able to stand and she quickly nodded. “Yes, I would… I don’t know how much help I’ll be but perhaps there is strength in numbers?”

Sasheen smiled at Rusa, a smile that said she would do her best but that she wasn’t expecting any mercy. Besides, she hadn’t been at the weyr for more than a sevenday and she was already breaking rules and attempting to throw her candidacy off a high ledge. Forcibly, she shoved the thoughts of a dragon out of her mind before Ganache could figure out what she was upset about; the brown wouldn’t appreciate that she might want a dragon over him. Clearing her throat, Sasheen’s facial expression changed and she rolled her eyes at herself, shaking her head. “Do you need anything from me besides my presense?” She asked, willing to help in any way that she could.

[Ember]

((Kinda late but I did put in a request, so I owe a post.))

Nephele was on her way to do her troublesome chores when she walked into the main hall, quite unprepared for the scene. Judging frome the looks of things it was yet another hatching of...of...okay really, what were those things? She mentally checked to see how Charming was doing and got a faint but sleepy feeling in the back of her mind. Good. He might be mad that she was near more hatching creatures. Then again...maybe not. She noticed a couple people right away which convinced her there was no harm in staying. There was the candidatemaster, for one thing, with one of the new hatchlings. Also there was another candidate, if she remembered them correctly.

With all her worries (minus the chores she was supposed to be doing) assuaged Nephele stood back to watch, curious to see if all this weyr's hatchings were as chaotic as Ellie's had been. She hoped not, especially considering her first time to a dragon's Hatching would be soon enough. After this hatching she promised herself to go do the chores she so had to do.

[dragon]

Emoyan heaved a slow sigh. But his normal, characteristic patience had returned ... it also helped a great deal that the candidates seemed to have calmed down, too, and were talking sensibly, without loud emotions in the way. "Look ... I am not the bane of your existance, okay? I am just doing my job, same as you are supposed to do yours. It is my job to do this. You broke the rules, you knew that before you came here. And you also knew what the penalty was. I personally don't have anything against 'mandyrs. Why Nautic gets to keep his, is he impressed his before the rule was made. So technically, when he impressed, he broke no rules. Understand? As for the Jr. Weyrwoman, that's a fine idea if you want to give it a shot. I won't stop you. But... until you talk to her, and until she gives you the leniency you desire ... those knots are no longer yours. Understand? I'll even go with you if you want."

And with that, Emoyan promptly reached over and unfastened the knots off of the nearest candidate's shoulders, before moving on to the next candidate to do the same. He kept going, until he had all the knots off of all the candidates who had impressed. "Now, if she says you may, then I'll cheerfully give these back. Until then, the rules stand." He waved at the door. "Let's get going, shall we?" he asked, kindly. Emoyan understood thier position with all clarity... after all, he had been a candidate once, himself! And he was not unsympathetic about it, either. But the rules were the rules.

K'lir had said something about him possibly having some sway in the formation and keeping of said rules, and that would bear some looking in to. But for now, that was a minor aside issue. Emoyan really didn't like that so many of his students seemed to detest him - he was only looking out for them, after all. They just needed to learn some certain lessons and apparently just weren't getting it. Like the cause and effect of concequences.

Pocketing the handful of knots he'd gathered from all the impressed candidates, Emoyan gestured at some of the clustered people to get out of the way so that the youngsters could all get through and start off on thier personally set missions. Passion ... that they had. And that he would not crush in them.

"Rusa, no offence, but you are not experienced enough in life, much less the inner workings of a weyr's hierarchy to be skilled at all in teaching about it. Give it time, and someday you can be a Candidate Master yourself. For now, you are in no positon to be teaching. And even if you were to try it ... regardless of how well you did or did not teach? You would not carry the authority to get the lot of you onto the sands at hatching time."

Emoyan patted the lad on the shoulder, and then gave him a gentle shove toward the door. "Let's get this show on the road." Though, his first step was slightly gimpy, as the knee he had landed on was still hurting considerably from when he'd landed on it after Rusa had tripped him.

Sisterlove! Sylphsister! With the bit of meat that was her first meal bit firmly in her jaws, the little green mandyr bounced up and down, before throwing her own tail up over her head and waving it back and forth just like Slyph was doing. Her frill fluttered open and closed a few times, almost blinking, the motion was so fast. Pumping her front legs, the front end of her body popped up and down real fast several times before she stopped moving. Turning her head to look up at Emoyan, meat still in her little mouth, she gave him a curious look. What my name? she asked.

"What do you want it to be?" Emoyan asked, simply. Flitters couldn't talk, and therefore needed named. Dragons talked … and named themselves. Emoyan saw no reason why his apparently intelligent little pet couldn't name herself, whatever in the world she desired.

Skink! Skink, sisterSylph. SkinkSylph. The little mandyr leaned down from her perch on Emoyan's shoulder, to peer down at where Sylph was standing on Rusa's shoulder, nearby. She was tempted to jump over there, to sit with her sister, but decided against it. Laying down on Emoyan's shoulder again, she grabbed her meat and went back to gnawing hungrily on it. It was going to take awhile to get her first meal small enough to be swallowed!!

Before he quite left the room, Emoyan looked over at K'lir. "You mentioned maybe teaching a class on this. Were you at all serious? For we're going to go see Savitri, and it would be nice if I had all the info, and it were straight." He said, peacably.

[Rei]

The amount of action happening was hard to ignore. The little groups spitting on this topic or another where interesting. When Malara finally turned back to the eggs she was almost upset to note their where only four left. Hatchings happened to fast fro her liking. The Wherhandler almost considered leaving. Really truth be told Malara had enough on her plate without another pet. Still she had stood for three hatchings beside the one that had given her Onyx. Maybe draconic pets just didn’t like her? It was possible. Dragons rejected people, so why couldn’t all the other draconics. It made sense.

Malara picked up a red fruit crossed her legs and bit into it. A squirm in her pocket announced the arrival of Onyx and the brown clambered up to her shoulder to gaze sleepily at the goings on. Babbiiiees. Bad. Babies. The dark brown announced before clambering up on the blondes head and frilling his impressive frill to it’s fullest. His! He only shared with the big ugly. No one else. His. Malara rolled her eyes. Of course. She was claimed by the two most controlling males on Pern. Lucky her.

[glamourie]

[ Weaving is out of town so I'm finishing off the mandyr hatching for her. Be afraid folks. ]

She’d rather his shirt over someone else’s…? Pleased, K’lir glanced at R’fuin and smirked. It was a definite smirk. He couldn’t help it -- he liked Lennae, perhaps a little more than he should have, and seeing that she’d prefer his shirt, no matter what the reason was, was extraordinarily satisfying. Her last comment earned a curt nod, and K’lir turned back to Kahrelir to make sure that he was all right. One of the main reasons he was so protective of salamandyrs? See: Showoff. The little bronze was doing an excellent job watching Kahrelir and even the most casual of viewers would notice the creature’s patience. What fire lizard would allow themselves to be pulled and prodded in such a fashion? Very few. Most of them would squawk indignantly. R’wign’s gold probably would have tolerated it, but she was one of the few. Even Savitri’s little white monster didn’t like babies. Showoff, though, was fine with it. Totally and completely fine with it. And K’lir knew instinctively that if Kahrelir started squirming toward the end of the counter, his salamandyr would let him know. Showoff understood, perhaps better than the average pet, how much Kahrelir meant to K’lir. He’d never let him get hurt. Firelizards couldn’t do that. Only a connection as strong as that of a salamandyr could. They were the best pets.

“Kahrelir actually doesn’t vomit on me much anymore, but you’re right, I’m used to it,” he said with a curt nod.

R’wign, meanwhile, smirked. She really thought for one second that threatening got her anywhere? It just made him more determined. His stomach was finally starting to loosen up, too - which, he decided, was a very good thing as he was sure there was more in it than the meager amount he’d thrown up over Lennae. That and he didn’t think Ka’rys would stand for it if he threw up again. The bronze rider might try to box his ears or worse. No sense of humor, that one. Sigh. R’wign just smiled and batted at Lennae’s hair before outright saying, “I was weyrmated to Marra. Give it your absolute best shot, Lennae. I doubt you can compare to her.” He meant it, too; Marra’s reputation was legendary. “I’m a masochist anyway. Hurt me good, by all means.”

“Okay, too much information,” Ka’rys said and rolled his eyes. He wanted to go argue with the candidates about bothering Savitri (if they upset his weyrmate, he’d kill them) when a blue blob flopped onto R’wign’s shoulder. “Oh, that’s perfect - just perfect --”

And then it smacked R’wign in the head, and the healer flicked at the little creature indignantly. What exactly was it’s problem? Fortunately, the salamandyr did not linger on him (he’d have screamed if it had); it instead leapt over and landed… on none other than Ka’rys. The healer’s hand went up to rub his face where the tail hit him, but his expression was broadening into a very wide smile that could only be described as an evil little look. Very, very evil. So a salamandyr wanted Ka’rys, eh, eh? He was hoping that it Chased Worm if ever she decided to Run. That would’ve been precious.

R’wign amusement was not share. Far from. Ka’rys looked at the little monster before shaking his head frantically. “Oh no you don’t,” he said, and actually grabbed the salamandyr by the base of its tail before flinging it in the direction of Rusa. The movement would probably run the risk of hurting the creature but seeing as Ka’rys didn’t even like salamandyrs (much less knew much about them), he didn’t care. He wanted it off him and on the other side of the room, far away. Ophelie was enough. She was. “Go to him, he wants salamandyrs, see? Go - shoo - I don’t want you!”

Bad bad bad mine bad no bad give bad mine woosh! the salamandyr proclaimed, flaring his wings only to slam right into Rusa’s side. Flicking his tail indignantly, he bounced off the boy and flung himself right back at Ka’rys. He impacted the bronze rider’s shoulder and then climbed right up, until he latched onto his face. Want bad bad food give want no ruin give, be good good.

“I don’t think it’s going away, Ka’rys,” R’wign said with a wry smirk. “What’re you going to name him?”

Anzalorin turned and grinned at Rusa playfully. His offer to teach was extremely pleasing. It meant they would be taught whether they were allowed to stay candidates or not. He was half-tempted to try and sneak into the hatching sands at the time of the hatching. Was that possible? He’d have to scope it out before the queen clutched to find out but he was betting they could sneak their way onto the Sands, yes. Then they could still Stand. Some kind of hooded robe. His gaze followed Rusa before he edged over behind Zan, as though to hide behind his sibling. He didn’t really trust Emoyan. The man had already throttled Rusa once, and he was a lot more thin than Rusa was. He’d probably get broken in two if it came to a fight. He wasn’t wearing any knots. He didn’t need to be touched. He didn’t.

Agitated and frightened, Sprite scurried up Anz’s shoulder, clutching a bit of meat in her claws. She climbed into his hair to hide herself from view, her oddly sized eyes peering out at Emoyan nervously. He was scaring Hers. Why was he scaring Hers? She nibbled her meal and twitched her tail before twittering softly in her mindmate’s ear. He needn’t be afraid. She loved him, she did. She loved him more than words could ever describe. He fed her, he liked her, and she’d always be his. She didn’t want her beloved to worry, no no. Maybe she could talk to the scary one…? But he was scary. He scared Hers, and Hers was perfect…

Emoyan’s question made K’lir turn back to him, and he raised an eyebrow slowly. “I raised Showoff from a hatchling when Calistoth was only one month old. I cared for Calistoth and him at the same time. He Chased Dael when Calistoth was about three months old, and he caught her. She didn’t panic. I can teach a class on salamandyrs, and yes, I was serious. I’d rather not risk Showoff’s offspring going between because Saeo set a bad precedent and Kalierre’s got a stick up her rear end, if it’s all right with you. I think our candidates would be more appreciative of the class and I know a lot of riders could use the help too. I think only Savitri and I are able to convince our salamandyrs to do what we like.”

While K’lir talked, the Ghost Green twittered and poked about her egg a few times. Her confusion was evident as she flapped her wings. One of the shells fell over and she bounced backward, colliding with the Chupacabra Egg. Her wings sent more networks of cracks down the shell and she fluted in alarm before taking to wing and positively diving into Malara. So many people, so much going on -- it was so… so… maddening! And ahh -- ahh -- one of the other ones! Terrified, the Ghost Green clamored down Malara’s shirt to avoid Onyx’s temper, and peeked out to peep at her. Please feed her? Please?

The network of cracks on the Chupacabra Egg increased, until it shattered away to reveal none other than a white salamandyr. The little creature flapped its wings, which were highlighted in icy blue tones, and looked around nervously before curling in on itself. To everyone present, it flashed an image of food. Wouldn’t someone feed it…? But -- so many people -- so alarming. Jolting outside, wings spread, and long legs (disproportionate to a paper thin body) out to either side awkwardly, the salamandyr flapped and then flew up and over the assembled group’s heads. It looked down at them and made a large loop before posing awkwardly in the air, in much the same position. For all appearances, genderless or not, it was obvious the salamandyr was masculine in nature -- considered male by most. He looked downright pitiful, too, so thin was he. Someone would feed him, right? His came into view from that position, and the Chupacabra White twirled down before landing daintily on Anusha’s head and flooding her mind with images of brightly colored meat and nothing short of flowers. He loved her, he did. And he was very hungry.

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The Things That Go Bump In The Night Clutch
1. Vampire Egg -
2. Monster Egg – Blue Salamandyr Merce, Impressed to Ka’rys
3. Boogeyman Egg – Brown Salamandyr Ganache, Impressed to Sasheen
4. Ghost Egg – Green Firelizard ????, Impressed to Malara
5. Zombie Egg – Blue Salamandyr ????, Impressed to Zanalorin
6. Frankenstein Egg – Green Salamanadyr Sprite, Impressed to Anzalorin
7. Werewolf Egg – Blue Firelizard Runner, Impressed to Venus
8. Chupacabra Egg – White Salamandyr ????, Impressed to Anusha
9. Spider Egg – Green Salamandyr Sylph, Impressed to Rusahre
10. Reaper Egg
11. Poltergeist Egg
12. Witches Egg – Green Salamandyr Skink, Impressed to Emoyan

[glamourie]

Ghost Green
Species: Firelizard
Color: Green (0FDDAF)
Looks To: Malara

Appearance: This is one awkward green. Even as an adult, she will retain that youthful awkwardness associated to hatchings. This is due, in large part, to the fact that both her tail and wings are far too long for the rest of her, causing her to constantly lose her balance, even in the air. Her wing tip will snag something and she’ll go tumbling, easy as that. Her head is large as well, causing her neck to droop with the weight of it, and when she flies, she’s often pointed slightly downward due to this. The rest of her is quite slender, making the overly large appendages stand out even more and it is quite clear that she isn’t muscular in the slightest. In fact, her limbs are quite tiny, causing her belly to hang low to the ground when she perches, and making it difficult to land as her larger head and wings throw her off balance. She’s not in the slightest bit graceful to watch, but manages to maintain a sense of childish cuteness nonetheless as her flailings about are much more reminiscent of a child than of any adult.

Her hide is a soft green-blue color, with swirls of a richer green that become more visible in the sunlight. Upon first seeing her flying about, one could be confused as to whether she is a green or blue, but her mannerisms are much more feminine than masculine. Both fore and hind feet look as though they were dipped in a shade of green so dark as to be considered black and that same color can be found in one wide stripe going over the top of her head, reminiscent of a headband that a person might wear in their hair. She isn’t eye-catchingly beautiful, but is instead a softer, more subtle beauty that is easy to notice once you observe her.

Personality: This firelizard is infernally curious, and will follow after anything that strikes her fancy, no matter how impractical it might seem. She often gets herself into situations that she’ll need help out of, be it her head getting stuck or her angering some overly protective salamandyr for no particular reason. Nothing stops her, and she’s willing to try everything at least once, though she’ll usually learn from her mistakes. She’s useful for spying on people, or world be, though she isn’t very good at hiding herself and so often gets caught evesdropping. The fact that she’s generally sweet natured and means well manages to get her out of situations that might otherwise turn sour, for she is nothing but polite and kind toward anyone who might speak to her unless they have proven themselves complete idiots.

If there is one thing she doesn’t take well, it’s advice. Even from her Bonded. She absolutely refuses to accept it, instead preferring to find out on her own whether or not her way will work. This can lead to some trying times and more than a few injuries as she figures out how things work, and while Hers will want to try to explain things over and over, it’ll quickly prove to be pointless to do so. It only makes her want to try things on her own even more, and she’ll do so simply out of spite. Those are the only times she’ll show any sort of anger for the most part, as she is generally quite good at keeping her temper, even in trying situations and it takes quite a bit to cause her to lose her patience.

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Chupacabra White:
Species: Salamandyr
Color: White (FFFFFF)
Looks To: Anusha

Appearance: This salamandyr is exceptionally small, even for a white of its species. It can easily go unnoticed, making it the ideal spy, as it is small enough to it into the smallest of hiding spots that most wouldn’t think to check. While that is all fairly normal, the shape of this salamandyr is definitely not. While all of the creatures are rather flat looking, this one looks as though someone had dropped a brick on it, squishing it extremely flat. Despite it’s width, this little creature is quite thin and even the slightest bit of food will cause an odd sort of bulge to protrude. It’s legs however are completely normal, giving it an odd look as it scurries about on its various adventures. If not for the legs, it would look more like a piece of paper floating about than an actual pet and don’t be surprised if some poor candidate or weyrling doing archiving mistakes it as such, for it is an easy mistake to make.

As far as coloring goes, this little salamandyr is just like any other white - at least on first glance. The color is almost completely unbroken, over the frill, down the back, covering odd legs and tail evenly. However, unique to this one is that there’s a very distinct off-white coloration down the creature’s back like tribal banding, and when hit by the light, the off-white appears almost like an icy blue. This can lead to the little salamandyr being interpreted as male, and indeed its bonded will probably refer to it as such. The same shade of blue-highlighted off-white spreads over the wing sails, adding originality to an otherwise bland appearance. When flying, this salamandyr most assuredly sparkles - almost as if he were metallic!

Personality: Perhaps the only salamandyr white to ever hatch with a good demeanor, this little creature is definable by the word ‘enthusiastic.’ He’s always very excited, eager to help, and will go out of his way to aid others, even those he doesn’t look to. Given this tendency, it falls to reason that this salamandyr will be extraordinarily popular. He has a habit of flying up to strangers and tapping them on the shoulder, but quick movement startles him and he’ll often dart above their heads in fright. Never fear though, once he gets over his easily-startled demeanor, he’s a very earnest companion who will go out of his way to make friends, even going so far as to return dropped objects (provided he can carry them) or relay messages for people who ask him nicely. There’s not a creature on Pern he doesn’t like, either - which means that it will be frequent that he wanders up to others.

But as before stated: He’s easily startled. Small things may send this little guy between until he comes creeping back. Like all white salamandyrs, he can’t talk, and he doesn’t even chirp or chatter though he’s able to do so. He’s totally mute. What he can and does do is send images, often more vibrantly colored than necessary. His mindmate will quickly learn that the more vivid the image is, the more enthusiastic her salamandyr happens to be. People he likes will often be pictured with disproportionate colors of brighter shades to emphasize his fondness, and sometimes he can send his images too frantically for his bonded to understand. When he is misunderstood, he often flails, which can be comical given his longer legs, and he’s known for half-dropping out of the air in one of these fits. His will have to make care to keep him from half-panicking in confusion!