you've got a friend in me

[Avu]

Sasheen’s response was not entirely unexpected; he hadn’t honestly thought he’d Impress. He’d wanted to, yes, but – but he’d been a Candidate for four Turns and not a single dragon had so much as looked his way; he hadn’t been anticipating luck with a Salamandyr. He nodded at her, smiling slightly at her response. Surely Savitri didn’t want so many Candidates to leave – now he, Anz, Zan, Sasheen, and Anusha had already Impressed, and all of them to Salamandyrs – surely she didn’t want to loose five Candidates for her dragon’s clutch? Anyway, Rusa would never forgive her or Emoyan if one of their dragons went between without them…first, however, the Candidate addressed the brown Salamandyr she had, tilting his head to one side before he said seriously, “Your pet seems to think that Sylph’s pretty – I think you’re absolutely the most handsome brown that’s ever Hatched. Ever. But I guess she’s the prettiest green, isn’t she?” He bobbed his head thoughtfully, and then added, mentally assuring Sylph that he’d never trade her for anything at the same time, “I’m jealous of your pet Candidate – I really am. Lucky her, getting such a stunning Salamandyr as you…”

Oh, he was absolutely shameless. Rusa paused, his gaze flicking back up to Sasheen, and he smiled at her vaguely. “Oh – I don’t really know; I guess it kind of depends on how the Junior Weyrwoman reacts? I think we could always go to the Senior Weyrwoman, too, but since it’s Savitri’s queen’s clutch that’s upcoming, it’s probably better to talk to her first…” Besides, he didn’t think much of Kaegan; he’d much rather talk to Savitri than her, truth be told.

-- flying Salamandyr! Rusa jumped slightly as a blue Salamandyr bounced off of him – and promptly skittered back in the direction it had come, Sylph darting in a bolt of green; her claws skittered over his chest and under one arm to stare after Ka’rys’s blue, blatant curiosity clear in her eyes. Bounce you why? she inquired politely for Rusa, who blinked down at her, and then scowled slightly at Ka’rys. Had he just – had he just thrown his Salamandyr across the room – ? “It’s not his fault, Sylph,” he answered quietly, ducking his head to eye his green in blatant affection. “His Bonded just – just doesn’t appreciate what he’s lucky enough to have.”

Emoyan wandering over to take their knots actually made Rusa straighten slightly, his gaze flicking in amusement towards the man. He didn’t wear knots. He didn’t honestly see the point; as far as he was concerned, the only reason people wore knots was so they could use them to pull rank, and Candidates didn’t have any rank to pull – so his knots were buried somewhere in his trunk – and if Emoyan wanted to dig through his trunk, Rusa would just claim that was an invasion on his privacy and throw a fit at the man or something. He wasn’t going to give up his knots until after the final verdict. He wouldn’t have been able to argue had he had his knots in his possession at the moment – but he didn’t, so they were still his, for the moment.

Both eyebrows shot upwards at Emoyan’s assumptions that he couldn’t teach Candidate lessons, and even as Rusa swung himself off the chair, gesturing for Sasheen to follow him and adding under his breath for the girl and her Salamandyr alone to hear, “C’mon – we’d better go if we want Savitri to fall head over heels in love with that gorgeous brown Salamandyr of yours…” Louder, to Emoyan, he added – though his voice was still quiet, even, “I don’t want to be Candidatemaster. Ever. But – as far my not being able to teach lessons, I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree, Emoyan. I know what’s taught – I know what’s taught in Weyrling Lessons, too.” Even if the latter was only a brief overview instead of an actual lesson. “Authority is not necessary to access the Sands…” he added, even more quietly. They couldn’t be banned from the Stands, could they? And the Stands had an entrance onto the Sands.

He drew level with Anz and Zan, and glanced sideways at the pair before he gestured silently after Emoyan. “Let’s go, then?” he said softly, bowing his head slightly. Sylph seemed unabashed by his seriousness, the little green clinging to the front of his shirt; Rusa curled one hand around the Salamandyr to keep her from falling as she trilled pleasantly back at her sister. Skink, you are – am Sylph, she mused thoughtfully, rubbing her head against Rusa’s hand. Going where, Rusa? she added, looking back up at Hers; Rusa had started to walk after Emoyan, head bowed slightly again. He didn’t expect to Impress – but if Emoyan kicked out the others and their dragons left – Rusa would have to hurt him…

[Sheari]

Absently, Anusha took a bit of her meatroll. Emoyan was busy dealing with Rusahre and Anzalorin and, since she didn't really care right now, she turned her attention back to the clutch. The person's head had moved and a few others walked away with new pets. She sighed. It looked as though she would walk away empty-handed. She took another bite of her meatroll before actually acknowledging that she was eating the thing that would attract what she hoped would be a flit.

And then something came flying over top and landed on her head.

No. No! It was a salamandyr and the first thing to register in her mind was the image of food. When she realized it was not from a fire lizard her stomach dropped. They weren't allowed to have them! Overcoming her initial dread she finally pulled the creature from her hair and fed him part of her meatroll. He ate it almost daintily, as if he were afraid to make a mess. As the candidate watched him she saw him in a different light. He was just adorable and so...tiny! He was just shy in length of being as long as her thumb. Maybe two inches?

Well, now she was stuck with him and that was fine with her right now. Anusha detached herself from the crowd with her new little bit and sat down. She gave him another small piece of meat from her roll and when he finished he dozed in her palm. His tail lay in a skinny line along her palm and over the side, looking very much like a scar. "What am I to call you?"

~*~*~
He shall be known as Akos.

[Ember]

Nephele watched the scene curiously, especially the apparent trouble between Emoyan and her fellow candidates. So maybe candidates weren't meant to be at this Hatching? She, of course, had no clue why there was any trouble but the sight of candidates being stripped of their knots was rather disconcerting. She stuck her pinky finger in her mouth and began to bite the nail a bit before she caught herself. Oops. Old, old habits apparently really do die hard.

The candidate woman-child stepped further into the large room. Her real goal had been the kitchen and she was determined to end up there no matter what egg Hatching sillyness seemed to be going on. Or so she tried to convince herself.Of course she wasn't nervous about losing her newfound status in the weyr. Why ever should she be nervous? Let's see...why should I be nervous? Oh, maybe because I missed my first lesson? Cue mental sigh and sudden stop.

Surprising. She'd managed to somehow get....a couple feet further into the room. Her curiosity was just too great. I'm just a sucker for watching Hatchings, she thought dryly. She always seemed to happen upon them by pure luck too. Her thoughts were far from welcoming or happy. Just hurry up and hatch so I can get to my chores.

[topaz]

Venus watched her blue eagerly as he ate. He tore with all his might at the slab of herdbeast, and got off a few of the softer chunks before it was obvious he was having trouble. With his twig of a snout, the blue was only able to eat while turning his head sideways and mushing the whole side of his face into the juicy meat. No, no that would not do. Giving his a firm mental prodding away from his meal, Venus took her knife from it's sheath at her hip and began slicing up the meat into tiny pieces. The eager blue happily gobbled them up off the table, and fluted gratefully to His.

Smiling down at her new pet, Venus absently wondered how long she would have to do that for. Would his nose always be like that? So . . long, and narrow? Maybe it would fill out when he was mature. The wherling thought of it, but she knew it would not be so. No amount of maturation or fattening would be able to alter bone structure. Though, even as the blue himself was embarrassed by the abnormality, Venus was not deterred in the least. He was a darling flitter, she was sure. Just as she loved Venusk even though he looked like a dragon, she would love this blue even though he looked like a runner. Hmm. "Runner . ." She cooed softly, in a singsong tone. The blue snapped up another chunk of meat before looking straight up at Venus. She hummed a chuckle at his curious stare and reached out a finger to rub down his head and neck. "That'll do fine. You can keep eating, go ahead." She said, retracting her hand and watching as the newly named blue quickly snatched up another morsel.

A few minutes passed and Runner was finally done with his meal. He was sleepy, obvious from the slow, yet very bright, green whirling across his jewel faceted eyes. "Come on then." Venus encouraged him quietly up her extended arm and onto her shoulder. Once there, Runner hid his face at the back of Venus' neck and curled his tail around the front of it, letting his body sit right along her collar bone. The bluewherling smiled as she felt the warm, soft hide nuzzle against her skin, and she raised a hand to both stroke and hold the flitter in place. Slowly, Venus made her way back into the kitchen. She had a muffin to replace.

Skirting carfully around the group of hatchling candidates, Venus made her way to the same oven. Plucking another muffin from its place on the rack, the brunette was disappointed to find that it was no longer steaming hot as the other one was, but now rather warm. She sighed quietly and bit into it anyway. A muffin was a muffin; even though the hot ones were the best . . Turning around as she ate, Venus leaned back on the oven. It couldn't hurt to stay and see what the others Impressed. After all, they were Runner's siblings. Peering over and around a few of the bystanders, Venus could see that there were only three eggs left, and numerous amounts of talking salamandyrs around the room. As soon as they hatched, she would go back to her room and pass out. Yes, that sounded like a plan.

[Kisha-Ra]

Darya had quite lost track of how the hatching was going, and as long as she didn’t attract any more pets she wasn’t really that concerned about it. R’fuin had dragged her here anyway. If the general chaos that surrounded ‘mandyr hatchings wasn’t already well underway she probably would have slipped out at this point. R’wign hadn’t managed to trump S’rei mooning half the Weyr when he Impressed his green. As Ka’rys spoke she remembered that S’rei’s salamandyr had caught Ka’rys’s firelizard, which had probably been quite humiliating for Imp, and quite… interesting for Ka’rys. Were, the firelizard and the salamandyr permanent mates she wondered with a nasty little grin that faded as the terrible thought that her two pets might be permanent mates occurred. Oh dear…

R’fuin shook his head absentmindedly at all the candidates who wanted to show Emoyan their new pets, all things considered the candidatemaster was taking things quite calmly. At Lennae’s comment he snorted disbelievingly and winked at K’lir. There had to be something going on there…

“I told you before, you should try washing your clothes sometime R’fuin!” Darya’s voice called, easily topping the noise level for a moment, getting her revenge for the comment about her attending lesson on how to control her salamandyr (impossible, if it had wings he’d chase it). R’fuin just shook his head again and let her have her revenge for the moment.

Darya’s attention was soon diverted from R’fuin anyway. “Oh yes, R’wign, how come you set all your little flitty friends on me then? Not much of a masochist it you can’t take one little nip are you?” She switched targets with glee, but didn’t mention R’wign’s first reaction to seeing her in the infirmary, he hadn’t mentioned how she’d come to be there after all.

For a moment Darya thought R’wign was going to gain a salamandyr for his fair but apparently the blue was just using him to get to Ka’rys. Interesting. She hoped the little beast conceived a mad passion for Corinth or something. Although that probably wouldn’t make Ka’rys a bigger fan of ‘mandyrs.

((Lame but I wanted to post here before bed. Forgive me merciful masters!))

[Ruby]

Moonlit night... flits and salamandyrs everywhere... a flight, maybe? One of the salamandyrs was actually a female... an attractive female... blonde- no, wait, green hair? What? Well anyway, she was hot... hot... HOT HOT HOT!

Piden jerked awake with a grunt, and pushed himself away from the still-warm stove he had slumped onto after dozing off. He REALLY wasn't used to being up this late, and Pidesk's comfortable slumber wasn't making it any easier. He pushed up the sleeve of his robe to find a patch of pinky, shiny flesh just above his wrist, throbbing with pain. Well, the burn wasn't too bad- he'd stop by the infirmary later and pick up some cooling salve, but he figured that was all he would need. Not even fellis to kill the pain- the sharp pain had already faded away to a dull ache. Standing up again- apparently he'd sat down before drifting off, although Piden's sleep-hazed mind didn't remember doing so- he took stock of the room.

Three eggs left unhatched, and at least a double handful of salamandyrs scattered around the room. Piden picked out a flit or two he didn't remember seeing before passing out, but most of the new ones appeared to be the Selenitas natives. Good thing Red was shy- the few times she had been spotted while Piden was in the North, he'd been able to pass her off as a stunted firelizard. She was also unusual in the rarity of her speech, something that had been invaluable during their time away. Only three eggs left... Piden must have been out for a while, or this hatching had gone pretty quick. Fast hatchings were nothing new, though, so he wouldn't have been surprised.

What was much more surprising were the human dramas apparently taking place around the room. He was awake in time to catch the tail-end of whatever was going on between the Candidates and the Candidatemaster, although he didn't really understand it. No Salamandyrs for Candidates? Well, he had impressed Red just after Pidesk's hatching, but there had certainly been Candidates with the creatures when he was one. Maybe it was the new Candidatemaster's personal issue? He remembered Kemma asking them kept out of class, he thought, but he wasn't sure.

Also, several people were covered in vomit. Piden wasn't sure what had happened there, but he glanced fairly suspiciously at the meatroll in his hand. It COULDN'T be the food- The Dining Hall always served delicious food, and it was never bad, not ever in his entire time at a Weyr. And anyway, he'd already had a bit of meatroll himself, and he wasn't even feeling sick. Either way, they were across the clutch from him, and he doubted he'd be able to push his way through to the door until the Clutch was done hatching- thank Faranth the smell hadn't wafted his direction yet. They seemed to have it under control, anyway.

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Mikail never got up earlier than he could help- certainly never THIS early. Shards, breakfast was still coming out of the ovens! But he'd heard there was a hatching, so he'd decided to make an exception. Too bad by the time he got there, the kitchens were in total chaos and all but three eggs had already hatched. He almost turned to go, but then a little beast launched itself past him, going to cling onto a man Mik didn't recognize. The way people were defering to him slightly, though... Possibly it was Ka'rys- he certainly fit the description Mikail had heard. He'd never expected the Junior Weyrleader to be at a hatching in the kitchens, but I suppose you never knew.

Either way, that was certainly a salamandyr. People seemed to be crawling with them, including some of the candidates he recognized- and the Candidate Master. Heh. Rusa had to be thrilled. In fact- it looked like Rusa had managed to snag one himself! Mikail started to bring his hands up to his mouth to shout congratulations over the din, but Rusa headed off with the Candidate Master as Mik was about to. Oh well, he'd congratulate him later. Instead, he spotted Sasheen in a corner and headed her direction, hoping to get a better look at a Salamandyr. "Hey, Sasheen," he greeted her, eyes riveted on the creature in front of her. "Is he yours?"

[weaving]

There was something going on here that she didn’t quite understand. K’lir was smirking at R’fuin and the bronzerider was winking in return…Her eyes narrowed though she was unable to deduce just what all of these odd facial expressions meant, leaving her unable to comment on them. R’fuin looked particularly knowing and if it wouldn’t have been completely inappropriate she would have dragged the man away for further questioning right then and there. After all, her and K’lir were friends; there was no need to go around looking as though her wearing his shirt meant something more. It was a clean garment that fit her properly, that’s all, nothing more. There were no hidden messages, no secret meanings in her decision. Or at least so she tried to convince herself. She’d rather not ruin a perfectly good friendship over some trifling feelings.

“I’ll try not to afflict you with too much more of my own. You’re fully welcome to blame R’wign if I lose anything else this morning. In fact, I’ll help you mete out the punishment.” Her tone was light as she spoke to the other greenrider, speaking right over R’wign as he described a bit of his former relationship with Marra. She’d rather not rise to his bait again. It might get her stuck hanging around in the kitchens for longer than she wanted, and she fully intended to head back to Amith and go /between/ a few times today. Though it was a month after the fact, and she’d gone /between/ at least ten times every day since then, one could never be too safe. A child was probably the last thing she would ever want, especially one related to R’wign. A child even remotely like him sounded absolutely terrifying.

The last three eggs of the clutch seemed to take their sweet time in hatching, two of them shaking leisurely as one of them finally hatched. It took a moment to realize that the Vampire Egg was no longer present while in it’s place rested a very petite green salamandyr. As she realized that everyone was watching her, she shifted about into a better pose to show off her lovely frame. She was difficult to see, being so small, and those in the back probably didn’t even notice her! Well, she’d make certain that everyone recognized how lovely she was. She’d show them all.

Leaping daintily from the egg carton, she half hopped-glided, half scurried about the room, calling out Look, look, pretty me! as she went, pausing only for a moment before continuing on. Everyone needed to see her beauty!

Finally, a pair of trousers looked particularly pleasing and she leapt for them, scurrying up quickly only to pause and rest on S’van’s chest, looking up at him absolutely adoringly. Mine-slave pretty adore, she announced decidedly.

As the Vampire Green chose, the last two eggs shattered simultaneously. A brown and blue firelizard looked about, sitting in the remains of the clutch for only a moment before the Reaper Brown took wing. Unlike others in the clutch, he flew straight toward his rather than taking his time about choosing. He knew exactly who he wanted. Landing neatly on Nephele’s shoulder, he nudged at her cheek lightly, sending rapid images of food, the majority of them being crackers.

The Poltergeist Blue being the only one left, he looked about in confusion. Where were all of the pretty ladies to flirt with? All that surrounded him were empty egg shells, hardly worth any attention at all! What he needed was someone who would surely know where to find all the lovelies at! Eyeing the leftover crowd, he spied the one he wanted, leaping and flying directly toward R’fuin, bumping into the man’s chest and desperately clinging to his bare skin, claiming him as His.

The Things That Go Bump In The Night Clutch
1. Vampire Egg – Green Salamandyr ????, Impressed to S’van
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 – Brown Firelizard ????, Impressed to Nephele
11. Poltergeist Egg – Blue Firelizard ????, Impressed to R’fuin
12. Witches Egg – Green Salamandyr Skink, Impressed to Emoyan

[weaving]

Poltergeist Blue
Species: Firelizard
Color: Blue (000CFF)
Looks To: R'fuin

Appearance: Extremely large for a blue (almost bordering on being mistaken for a brown, so big is he), this is one fire lizard no one will forget. His wings are extremely long and thin, making him adept at quick turns, though not so hot at flying. The wings are very reminiscent of his salamandyr heritage, but they can’t hold a candle to his tail, which is extremely long and often animated to express his moods, flicking back and forth temperamentally. His legs are longer than the average fire lizard’s, granting him grace on the ground that most of his kind don’t have and because of that, he’s very fond of prancing about with his tail straight up in the air, absolutely shamelessly showing off. He has a very stream-lined body, not excessively muscular but also not so slender as to appear fragile. All of his ridges and knobs are extremely small, in particular for a male, but there’s no denying he’s exactly that. Everything about his posture screams masculine.

And his color is just as interesting to look at as his build. The majority of his body is a backwash of rich royal blue, as if someone wrapped him in paint. Winding over his belly and up his breast is a light shade close enough to be compared to white, though there’s definite blue tinges to it. The combination of this appearance is that he’s wearing some kind of blue outfit, rather than actual hide. Emphasizing this impression is a loop around his neck in a shade of sky blue that stands out starkly against his back and his chest. The bright shade loops down over his chest and very distinctly resembles a bowtie, right at the inside of his neck where it meets his body. Good looks and brains.

Personality: Suave. Debonair. A real lady’s man. That is the basic gist of this fire lizard’s personality and let me tell you: he’s not above showing off and strutting his stuff for all the females of the Weyr - and that’s not exclusive to flits, either. Expect this fire lizard to be more than happy to flirt his little tail off with whers, dragons, humans, even felines and insects if they come close enough to him. He’s sophisticated and he’s smart - surely anyone who looks at him can see that. With a swagger in his gliding and a habit of absolutely prancing when he is on the ground, let no one doubt that this is one confident, flirtatious fire lizard. He has a very devil-may-care attitude about his flirting as well; he doesn’t much mind if he offends, for he’ll simply flirt until he redeems himself. And he’s more than happy to ignore any attempts at rejecting him. He’s lovely. Why wouldn’t any female want him?

Beneath the exterior, this is one male that has a lot more depth. It takes a lot to get close to this little flitter, but when he does - it’s for keeps. There’s no looking back, no regrets. Should he ever pick a mate that he’s fond of, it’ll be permanent and he’ll chase none but her. Getting him to choose that mate is near impossible, though, but have no fear: he’s certainly very affectionate to his mindmate. From compliments and musical flutes like breaking into song, this is one fire lizard everyone is sure to like. And he’ll no doubt be popular among other fire lizards, too. Who wouldn’t want to hang around a creature as good at making a scene and setting a stage as this guy is?

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Reaper Brown
Species: Firelizard
Color: Brown (F4A460)
Looks To: Nephele

Appearance: This brown is of average size for his color, though he’ll always look larger than that due to the fact that rather than the long and sleek bodies that the majority of his kind possess, he’s quite round. Pleasantly plump. Of course, he’s nowhere near as large as his dam, nor will he ever be, for a fair bit of it is, in fact, muscle. His wings, while overly large, are perfectly suited to lifting his larger weight and while he flies often, he can also be found scurrying about as a salamandyr would, for unlike most firelizards, he’s surprisingly agile on all fours. This of course aids him in his attempts to place blame on the salamandyrs, never mind the fact that he is far too large to pass for one. His tail, like the rest of him, is much thicker than is usual, and hardly tapers at all through the length of it. In contrast, his neck is of a normal size, giving him an odd and somewhat unbalanced look to him. His head, while of average shape, seems to be crooked and is constantly tilt in a curious manner despite constant attempts to correct it. It would seem that his bones shaped together oddly while still in the shell, though it has not affected him in any other way.

The majority of him is a very light sandy brown color, with his wingsails being an even lighter, translucent shade. That same color of his wingsails covers his face and the underside of his neck, ending a little before his belly. In sharp contrast, a dark chocolate brown wraps itself in stripes around his tail, ending at it’s base before reappearing in a mask-like marking around his eyes, giving him the look of a sneaky little bandit.

Personality: Mischievous with a dash of humor describes this firelizard perfectly. He never fails to see the humor in a situation, no matter how grave, and if things seem to serious then he certainly isn’t afraid to liven things up a bit. Though he’s not as fast as his salamandyr cousins, he certainly isn’t afraid to blame any of his schemes on them. Being able to /between/ makes it easy enough for him to evade punishment and it’s a good thing to, for if anyone were to try and question him, they’d quickly glean the truth. As innocent as this brown may try and act, he’s absolutely miserable at it, making it absolutely imperative that he flees from the scene of the crime as quickly as possible. Of course, even when he is caught he’s cute enough that any reprimands wouldn’t be nearly as severe as they should be. Innocent he may not be, but when under pressure he can be absolutely charming…until you turn your back that is. Once your attention has wavered he’s back to his old tricks once more, most of which involve tormenting salamandyrs.

There is one, and only one way to control him it seems. This firelizard has a love for crackers that borders on unhealthy. At any opportunity he’ll try and snatch as many as possible, making him a frequent visitor of the kitchens. He’ll do absolutely anything for the treats, including giving up his mischievous ways, for a while at least. He’s smart enough to know not to eat them all at once, and has several secret hiding places where he keeps a few in case it looks as though he’ll be going for a while without an opportunity to get more. It shouldn’t be a surprise to find several stored under the furs at the foot of the bed, or nestled within a spare set of flying leathers. He’ll utilize everywhere as a hiding place. You can never be too careful after all.

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Vampire Green
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Green(003300)
Looks To: S'van

Appearance: Petite is the first thing that comes to mind upon seeing this salamandyr. Well proportioned, but in miniature, she is tiny even by salamandyr standards and is hardly larger than a white. Everything about her looks delicate, as though she might break under the slightest of pressure. Her bone structure is tiny and she’ll never gain weight despite how much she may it, which is an oddity considering who her mother is. While this may lead to some worry at first, it’ll quickly become clear that there is absolutely nothing sickly about this salamandyr. While it may not be obvious, she has quite a bit of muscle covering her frame, aiding her in all of her scurrying and climbing about for she is not in the slightest bit lazy and usually unable to be still even if she tried. While the majority of her conformation matches typical salamandyr standards, there is one thing she inherited from her firelizard father: large wings. Their large enough that, if she so chose, she could probably even manage proper flight, though she’ll absolutely refuse, preferring to be a proper salamandyr. However, there’s no hiding those monstrosities and she’ll probably take quite a bit of teasing for it.

In coloration the majority of her is a deep forest green that is a lovely sight to behold. She’s well aware of that fact, and will do everything possible to show it off, including forcing hers to oil her constantly. She must always make sure that she is in a state of perfection; nothing less will be tolerated. Her wings and frill are a much lighter pastel green, and faint lines in a green so light that it could almost be called white run over both like cracks in shattered glass, giving her wingsails especially, a look that might be more appropriate for the wings of a dragonfly. While she is ashamed of how large her wings are, she is quite proud of the pattern and color they sport, and is more than willing to show them off to those who will not make fun of her for them.

Personality: The world revolves around this green and there is no use attempting to tell her otherwise. Such attempts will only be rewarded with insults and violence as she is wholly unwilling to admit to the fact that the majority of Pern isn’t even aware that she exists let alone cares that she does. She’s far too busy showing off how beautiful she is and letting others admire her smarts too acknowledge anything else around her. As such, she’s rather unobservant and prone to getting herself into sticky situations simply because she wasn’t paying attention. Of course, rather than ask for help, she’s always convinced that she can do it without assistance, because obviously she’s smart enough to figure everything out. And if her brains can’t get her out of trouble than surely her stunningly good looks can. She certainly isn’t above flirting her way out of trouble, be it salamandyr, firelizard, wher or dragon. She’ll lay on the charm if they’ll take the bait and even if/when she chooses a mate, she’ll keep up those actions. Monogamy doesn’t seem to mean much to this green.

Except when it comes to her bonded. She fiercely protective of Hers, even more so than salamandyr’s usually are, especially when there are other females around. If he were ever to take a weyrmate, expect this green to be thoroughly displeased and to make life as difficult as possible. Other pets will not be tolerated either, and if he does choose to get another companion, expect trouble to ensue for she will do anything in her power to make sure that she gets her way. The mere sight of another female of any species attempting to talk to Hers is enough to send her into a jealous rage and the offender shouldn’t be surprised if they find that they’re things have been ripped apart or if she even goes so far as to attempt a physical attack. Not even her bonded can stop this terrorizing behavior, nor will she get used to the presence of other females over time. Even in her old age, she’ll react violently, and nothing can be done to stop it.

[Ember]

Nephele watched as another one of those...odd creatures Impressed. She was glad one hadn't picked her...they seemed troublesome and noisy. However, she realized in something of a panic that a firelizard seemed to be coming towards. What exactly would she feed it? She didn't have anything immediately handy. The kitchen was close enough she guessed. The brown landed on her shoulder and more or less demanded...crackers. What? He really wanted crackers? She stared at him in surprise even as he persisted in flashing images of food in her mind. "Alright, alright. I get it...you want food."

She moved as fast as she could without dislodging the firelizard to the kitchens. They sometimes had snacks or something for those on duty. Ah-ha! There was a tray of meat rolls. The brown shifted expectantly on her shoulder and she grabbed a meat roll and began the task of feeding her new pet. Having removed him from her shoulder she got a good look at him. Well, not to be mean, but he was odd looking. Not fair to compare him to Charming, since her chocolate brown had nearly perfect conformation. Although even a person not used to firelizards entirely could tell that this brown was strange. Adorable, but strange.

"Well, no choice but to love you for how you are," she told the brown. He looked at her with a full mouth with his head tilted to one side and she gave him a little pet. He could fly, he had the typical draconic appetite at hatching, and he was now Impressed to her. "You're my little misfit," Nephele teased. "Now stay here and I'll see if I can't find you some crackers." She watched him literally park his cute little butt where he was and managed to look very patient. Well...perhaps he would be more amenable to actual training than Charming. She filched a couple of tasty crackers for him and found him in exactly the same position she left him in. The magic of crackers on this brown...

She fed him one of the crackers and he almost pounced on it in her hand. "Careful!" In record time the first was gone and she set the second on the table. Despite making sure her hand would not be bit he was very careful taking the second one from where she had set it. She shook her head slightly. Flitters! "Misfit," she teased again. This time, however, he gave a cheep in response. Uh-oh... "Misfit?" He responded again and she groaned. He'd chosen his own name apparently. "Fine! You can be called Misfit if you want." She shook a finger at him in warning. "Don't blame me if people laugh at you though."