Not Again... [[Dael's Clutch]]

[glamourie]

Mandyr, corrected Showoff firmly. You funny stupid. You stay, funny stupid. You stay. Despite the obvious anger that S'rei was presenting, Showoff was nothing short of pleased with himself, and he stopped displaying long enough to bounce around and get a better look at S'rei. Dael's exclamation, though, distracted him and the little bronze preened quite pleasantly before replying, Pretty present pretty Daelmine. Stupid funny - see, see. Funny stupid. It stay. He bounced out of the cabinet and down to the table - dangerously close to S'rei, but he didn't much mind - and then climbed onto the side of the souffle pan. He was ready and willing to bite anyone who so much as looked at the clutch wrong. Guard bronze, hoy!

K'lir, on the other hand, quite quickly ducked out of the way of the chair leg, which clattered against the opposite wall audibly. Amused, the greenrider looked back at S'rei and took another bite of his stew, before pointedly running his tongue over the surface of the spoon, nothing shy of suggestive. When he spoke, though, it was not without a decided air of amusement, half-spawned by how very funny Showoff found the entire situation, "Oh, Wingleader, do not deny our love! It cannot be suppressed!" He was so going to get another chair leg thrown at him, but really, S'rei was arguing with a salamandyr. He deserved to be needled. "I thought you were dropping your pants to show your affection. Public display of love -- and why are you arguing with a salamandyr? You do realize he'll just steal from you more often now, because you're giving him what he wants?"

It was a very good thing that Calistoth was sleeping, or her reaction would not have been pleasant. She was liable to be either furious that there were chairs being flung at her bonded's head, or, more likely, eager to get in on the teasing of S'rei -- as she viewed him as "The pet of Aslath's" ever since he mistakeningly said something about controlling her. Woe betide the fool who offended a green who had a remarkable memory for grievances and little else. But she was sound asleep, having eaten extensively earlier that morning, and would probably not stir for awhile unless her K'lir became distressed. He found it very hard to be anything short of amused, though, with S'rei putting on such a show. Who said hatchings weren't fun, even for those who didn't want to Impress?

The Bedtime Blue trembled as the souffle pan was moved, and then blurted out a single word for all to hear -- Stay! Stay! His protests were undeniable, and he climbed onto the Lullaby Egg to make it more obvious he disapproved. Beneath him, the egg started to crack, but the Bedtime Blue did not stay to see the results of his actions. He was frightened by the flying objects, and by being moved, and he was so hungry. His gaze flicked about and then he launched himself right out of the pan - revealing his entire body (the bottom half of which was almost white, a stark contrast to the sapphire hue of the rest of him) for the first time. As if he realized what he'd done, he gave an audible cry and then jumped onto Dorava's chest, slithering up underneath her shirt where no one could see him. Up her front he climbed, before peeking his head out at the neckline of her tunic. Stay? he inquired, looking up at her with undeniable affection... and hunger.

Shuddering, the Lullaby Egg rolled over and cracked against the Fading Egg, a large fragment of the former falling into the base of the souffle pan. Both eggs rocked against one another in a comical display, as if the two creatures within were playing tug of war, before both eggs cracked at the same time to reveal a tangled mess of hide, tails, legs and tiny wings. The larger male untangled himself first and the Lullaby Bronze daintily took to peeling the shell fragments off of his hide. The smaller Fading Green was not nearly so eloquent, and she took a moment to look around before climbing up and onto the edge of the pan - a better vantage point. Her little wings flapped as she spotted the person of her choosing and took a tumble right off the side of the pan to the table top. Frightened, the green floundered about for a moment before righting herself and slinking forward. Over her shoulder she looked - and snapped at Dael in defiance - before climbing down one of the table legs.

Hmm. This was interesting. A pair of feet caught her attention and she slipped over to the pair of shoes... and then up the side of them, under the leg of a pair of too loose pants... and crawled right up. LaurieLaurieLaurie, the green happily chanted, as she found a spot right at the inside of S'rei's thigh - likely highly inconvenient. The word was picked up from T'rid, amidst his question. LaurieLaurie?

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01. Eventide Egg Impressed: Green (?) to Nyskelu
02. Nightfall Egg
03. Evening Egg Impressed: Blue (?) to E'rro
04. Dusk Egg
05. Sundown Egg
06. Sunset Egg
07. Darken Egg
08. Gloaming Egg
09. Darkness Egg
10. Midnight Egg
11. Fading Egg Impressed: Green (?) to S'rei
12. Lullaby Egg Hatched; bronze
13. Bedtime Egg Impressed: Blue (?) to Dorava
14. Dream Egg

[glamourie]

Bedtime Blue - Looks to Dorava

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue #007EFF
Gender: Male

Appearance: For a blue, this little salamandyr is average sized, and is surprisingly well proportioned. Average is a good description for his build, neither stocky nor slender, but simply typical for a salamandyr. His limbs are proportioned perfectly to his body, giving him the model salamandyr appearance. His color, too, is surprisingly 'typical', a dazzling, rich sapphire blue, exploring the colors of a gemstone with lighter and darker notes throughout his hide that are doubtless to impress... until one notices his hindquarters. While most of his body is doubtlessly elegant, the bottom half of this salamandyr's body looks as if someone forgot to add color to it, so light blue in shade are his back legs and tail base as to resemble white. His entire tail, too, is the same icy blue, giving further credence to the idea that perhaps this firelizard was dipped in dye of some kind. However, surprising for a salamandyr, this blue does not possess spots of any kind, a rare trait among the lesser colors of salamandyr... but then, the strange lack of coloration from his hindquarters down more than makes him unique.

Personality: If a salamandyr could be self-conscious, then this little blue would be it. He is excessively fond of hiding in pockets, peeking out only so that the top half of his body (with the rich sapphiric coloring) is visible. He will be a constant tagalong for His, preferring to lurk half inside of clothing if he can help it, and whenever attention is drawn to him, he is very likely to hide or shy away. While he is capable of speech, even for a blue it is limited, and he will typically latch onto one or two words rather than learn a great deal of new ones. The same word is likely to be used for a very long time, until given a reason to change. Due to how insecure this little blue is, he will likely be extremely distraught when he fails to catch in Runs, and he will often Chase both salamandyrs and firelizards until he is successful; should a female choose him as a mate, though, he will more than dote on her, and likely spend all of his time trying to make her happy. A similar attitude is offered to his bonded, who he often lavishes in affection - in secret, privacy, where no one can judge him for looking silly. He never broadcasts, and will speak only for other salamandyrs and his bonded to hear if he can help it. The last thing he'd want is for someone to notice him.

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Fading Green - Looks to S'rei

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Green #007E24
Gender: Female

Appearance: Average size for a green, this salamandyr's body shape is proportionate and literally embodies the concept of a perfect green 'mandyr. From the tip of her snout to the end of her tail, her body is flawlessly designed. She looks vaguely like someone took the time to mold her like an artistic sculpture. Even her frill, when displayed, is the perfect size for her small body, and she possesses a liquid grace when she moves, alluding to a subtle feminity. Her color is decidedly feminine as well, a gradient of greens, starting with the darkest shades of forest at the very tip of her tail. Moving up her body, the dark green seems to melt into a more emerald shade, then down into a soft sea foam before finishing at her snout in a color just one shade off from white. When light catches her hide, her entire body seems to glow a luminescent emerald green like a gemstone, all shine and flawless brilliance. Like most of the smaller salamandyrs, she possesses symmetrical spots down her back, large white splotches that break up the perfect mingling of her vivid hide. But, in a stark contrast to the rest of her, her hood is nothing short of a lime-green that she finds shameful - thus she rarely, if ever, displays it.

Personality: This salamandyr is very talkative, often having something to comment on, something to say. Most of what she babbles is useless, but she does pick up the most interesting phrases, often people's names. For a salamandyr, her memory of names is downright shocking - everyone she likes is called by their real name, not by anything else. She does not like most dragons, but the few she does, she heeds with flawless acceptance. One thing of note is that this salamandyr absolutely, positively hates golds, and will shriek and scream at them on sight. Gold firelizards and gold salamandyrs especially, but dragons will have to work to keep her in line. There's a good reason for this vivid dislike of golds: This green happens to like chasing other greens, and how dare those shiny golds think they are better or more worthy? -- Yes, this green is interested only in other greens, be they firelizard or salamandyr, although her fondness for green dragons is legendary, too. It won't be unusual for Hers to find her perching on the nearest green dragon, or curled up with another green salamandyr, if they'll let her. She likes attention... especially from other pretty, pretty greenlings.

[ravenmane]

Unable to sleep, Taelir had decided to borrow something from the Records Room and snatch some klah to drink, but when the wherhandler entered the Kitchens, he stopped dead in his tracks. The sight that greeted his tired eyes was one of chaos. A clutch of eggs was cradled in a souffle dish on top of a nearby table with Hatchlings emerging, and from their physical appearances, the man guessed that they were some of Selenitas's pets, salamandyrs. There was a man, a bronzerider Taelir guessed by how everyone addressed him, chucking a broken chair at a Greenrider while a green salamandyr scurried up his pants. Another of the creatures had scrambled up a young woman's shirt and was now peeking out of the top of it. Taelir could only watch with his mouth slightly open, and the man wondered for a moment why he had decided to come here. Still shocked by what was happening, Taelir only managed to find move out of the doorway before collapsing in one of the chairs. By now, he had forgotten about his original plan, and by habit, Taelir remained in his seat because leaving in the middle of a Hatching was very rude.


[It's a blah post]

[ladybug]

Rilyer groaned as the dragon's voice interrupted his sleep. It took him a moment to realize what the voice was saying. He did want to try for a crawler egg, even if it meant dragging himself out of bed in the middle of the day. Yawning, he sat up and glanced at Rilysk, who didn't even stir as his bonded awoke. Rilyer shrugged, deicing to leave the brown alone. It was just too difficult to force the lazy wherling to stir when he didn't want to.

He dressed and ran a brush through his tousled blonde hair. He didn't feel nearly presentable enough for daylight hours, but he would have to live with it. Running a hand along Rilysk's hide as he passed, he hurried out of the room. The sunlight outside was blinding, and he winced, holding a hand over his eyes to shield them.

Rilyer somehow made it to the kitchen, sighing in relief as he entered. There was a crowd around the eggs, and several shards lay on the floor. He frowned, disappointed at having missed the first hatchings. Ah well, there were plenty of eggs left.

His only prior experience with a Hatching was with the whers, and then he had to present himself to a fierce wher Queen. He thought it only polite to introduce himself nonetheless. He bobbed his head at the gold and her bronze mate. "Lovely clutch you have here. Very...shiny..." He gave a little grin and stepped back, his eyes on the eggs and the cute little bronze hatchling. There were enough eggs. He'd walk away with an annoying little critter of his own, right? Oh, Rilysk was just going to love him for this.

[kysseh]

"Thank you for the show."

Aliscia's voice was mild in tone but highly amused in its insinuation, and the greenrider eyed S'rei from where she stood a good distance from all of the little salamandyrs. She had no pets of her own, but salamandyrs... oh, they just were not high on her list of creatures she wanted to have hanging around. Her life was crazy enough as it was, especially with Pie--who was currently curled up on her pillow back in her weyr--being as rambunctious and active as he was. She adored the kitten, though, and between him, Faolan and Cherry, and a babe on the way, she considered her life plenty busy enough. Hence, why she was smirking at the fallen bronzerider and his new little green pet. Ahhh... poor S'rei. He did look awful, and she pitied him for that. But considering how much he had managed to see her vulnerable, she thought it was just fair turnabout.

Beside her, Savitri was sipping at a mug of klah. She was not laughing, no, but her smile was covered by the mouth of the mug, which was a good thing all around. It was hard to not be amused at the situation, but the young woman was trying to maintain some sense of decorum, if only because she had to keep Virast from diving forward to peer at the salamandyrs. She swore sometimes that the boy suffered from terminal curiosity when it came to dragon-like things. She had had to haul his skinny little body back when he tried to go pet Tanith unannounced. Tanith had awakened and hissed at him, but the boy was strangely undaunted by such shows of aggression.

Thus, Virast was having to fidget next to his sister and just watch and not get near. Every time he made a move to step closer, a hand on the center of his chest made him think twice. In his eagerness to get near, he kept forgetting that broody mothers tended to bite. Yes... it was good that his older sister was looking out for him. It was also a good thing that his hands were full with a perpetually hungry flit who kept trying to sneak his head into the bowl of meat if one was not placed in his mouth every few seconds. Virast's dark eyes had to keep darting between the eggs in the pan with the shinies... and between the light brown flit perched on his shoulder. Silly Charming was going to overstuff himself at this rate.

"Slow down," he gently admonished the flitter, cooing when Charming chittered softly at him in response. The brown was as sweet-tempered as flitters came, though Virast finally realized that Savitri was holding him back for Charming's safety too. Flitters didn't like 'mandyrs, did they? Well, Charming seemed to not mind and was happy to stay far away from the little babies while his face was being stuffed with food. Yes, they could hatch and scurry all they wanted... but the brown was content to ignore them all, even if His was distracted. Humans and their fascinations with odd things....


K'von was in the kitchens as well, though his arrival had not been planned. Dania had been chirping sweetly for treats until he gave in, so he had situated himself over in a corner as far from the action as possible. He still had a view, surely, but he was out of the range of any crazy antics. Or.... so he hoped. With the crowd that was gathering, who knew what would happen? S'rei's impromptu mooning of the gathered crowd had the brownrider snickering softly, though the little green in his lap chirruped at him as if in gentle reproach. "I know... not nice to laugh at people. But it is funny," he protested softly before feeding the green another tidbit. He knew he probably painted a hilarious picture... big strong man as he was cooing over a dainty little green flitter. Did he care? Hmm... not really.

Dania seemed curious in the goings on, but she was loathe to leave his lap. The tidbits were tasty for one, and the fact that K'von was petting her just made her vibrate with soft croons. Her head kept turning to peek over at the source of the activity, and both green and man watched as a few more 'mandyrs chose their new pets. The fact that the bronzerider landed himself a little green forced K'von to muffle another laugh behind his hand. Ohh, he was so glad he was over here... far away from the little hatchlings! He and Dania could manage to keep themselves company just fine, and he doubted that a 'mandyr would appreciate sharing their human with a firelizard. Apparently, the two kinds of mini-dragon-like-things were rivals. Who would've thought, hmm?

The subject of 'mandyrs made his mind drift, especially as he caught sight of what looked a bronze 'mandyr amongst the hatchlings. Bronze... Lust... Kalierre. He wanted to see her, suddenly. He had not had the chance to show her his new little companion yet, though he hoped the two females got along rather well. It would make things awkward, otherwise. He had few doubts that Dania would like the healer, though. Like her namesake, the little green flit was as sweetly adorable as they came, and he doubted she could not get along with anyone. It was just the other's feelings that were... unknown.

[reqqy]

Great, great, great. No one was shutting up. Salenth was practically roaring in the back of his mind, the bronze having left his weyrledge to wing for the Main Hall and see if he could peek through one of the windows in the kitchens. K'lir had, unfortunately, dodged the chair leg quite effectively, and there was some punk laughing his arse off somewhere behind S'rei, though the man was in no hurry to find out who.

He simply glared at Uu'n, wondering if his head was straight enough now to retrieve another chair leg. What was the stupid bluerider bringing the eggs over here for? He didn't want to be near the worm. Or the other worm. Or the wormy eggs. Then he blinked, a confused expression darting over his face before he glanced over his shoulder, looking for Ka'rys, the flush back even deeper than before. Shards, but if that man had seen his indignity...T'rid! That was the one screaming in laughter. His fingers twitched. How he wanted something to whip at his second right about now. Was his whole wing going to be here?!

"Um, thanks?" Taking the offered belt, S'rei was entirely too overwhelmed to think to correct Uu'n. Everything was happening at once. In fact, they were all talking at him at once, too. His eyes flicked to Aliscia, a small sheepish smile on his face, the color still high in his cheeks, but T'rid was, fortunately, an adequate distraction. "I said I was fine, and what is my sister telling you, anyway?" he snapped, not waiting to hear the answer before he tossed off a glare at K'lir. Another one. By this point he'd managed to yank on Uu'n's belt, tossing the other one at the worm who had stolen the buckle. "You're a worm. Don't even start that. And I will squish him if he comes around me again, greenrider. Worm guts everywhere. Don't think I won't." He sniffed pointedly, ignoring the comments about male-on-male love.

Just when he was managing to regain some of his poise, something scrabbled over his calf, the bronzerider jumping with a startled yelp as it skittered up his leg and nestled...oh shells, what was going on today?! It was like one of those adolescent nightmares where you go to lessons and only then realize you're naked. Laurie? Laurie! He had a worm up his pants chanting Laurie's name. Talk about a mixture of odd sensations and impressions. S'rei didn't even know what to think for a few precious moments, as the creature was sending him waves of happiness, which were surprisingly strong. Then he remembered himself, pushing at the lump in his pants to get it to move. "Get out of there!" he hissed.

Apparently this worm, which had decided to latch onto him (much to Salenth's amusement) didn't much like being pushed at. Laurie! He bit back a scream - although he couldn't quite manage complete silence - as the evil creature sunk its sharp baby teeth deep into the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. Fortunately, it didn't hold on long. laurielaurielaurielaurielaurie Writhing, the claws tickled at him as the worm worked itself past the belt - which apparently needed to be tightened some more - over his chest and shot up out of his shirt to latch onto his lower lip. Something that sounded suspiciously like a croon left her throat. lllaaaaauuuuuuuuuurriee she cooed, wriggling happily. S'rei hissed.

Snatching up the first bit of meat within reach, he thrust it at her so she'd let go of his lip, the silly thing bouncing around off his face like she was having the time of her life. Laurie, laurie! she announced, pleased that her minepet thought of food. She was hungry! He caught her as she released his lip, lapping up the blood. "I'm blaming the both of you," the wingleader growled dangerously at the two more annoying of his wingriders. K'lir for Showoff, and T'rid for Laurie. Not to mention the laughter and snarky comments. Oh, they'd get it! Still chanting his sister's name, the green alternated between rubbing up against his hand, nipping at his thumb, and scarfing down the meat. "You're Worm," he told her, just to be an ass about it, really. He was in a foul mood, Salenth was trying to peer through a window and having trouble due to laughter - which, fortunately, prevented any comments from the bronze for the moment - and the green could very well deal with it if she didn't like the name.

So there.

[neeuqtar]

Uu'n rolled his eyes at S'rei and turned away, lips twitching into a smile at K'lir's comments. As if the Weyrleader would ever think about liking another man, no matter how handsome or funny. And K'lir was funny, and attractive.... Shard it, Dael! Uu'n snapped at the gold, slamming that part of his mind shut with so much force that the gold jumped and made a pitiful, mewling cheep, looking up at her Mine with such sad eyes that he had to relent.

Better worm than wherrymate other, she said, a little apologetically. Uu'n glared at her. He was being manipulated by a tiny little... little... creature!

What on earth are you talking about? he snapped at her. Dael huffed at him and turned, flicking her long tail in loops and coils. Uu'n gritted his teeth. Dael was impossible to talk to sometimes. And what was her thing, trying to get him to hook up with K'lir?

My slave owns wormling! she chirped, happily, skittering circles around her nest until a length of leather came flying at her nest. She froze, trembling in rage, her frills flared to fullest extent. Her beady eyes caught sight of the thrower: S'rei. Guard! she commanded Uu'n and Showoff. Before the young man could react himself, the gold dashed forward and threw herself at the bronzerider, hissing in fury, her sharp talons sinking into his neck before she dashed down his shirt, around to his back, and up the back of his neck to sink her very sharp fangs into his scalp at the base of his neck.

Monster! Pretty! Wherrymate! WORM! she shrieked into his mind (and just about everyone else's), before letting go and running up his head to leap to Uu'n's shoulder, blood marking her face and talons. My babies! I guard! she screamed at him, wings flared, looking every bit the warrior. Uu'n's face was a mask of anger. He pointed at the door, finger trembling in his own anger.

"S'rei. Out. Now." He didn't care if S'rei was the Weyrleader--or just about anything else. The man had thrown a belt at the Clutch. "Get out before I hurt you, too." His eyes narrowed, every muscle in his body stiff. Would the man go? S'rei could probably take him in a fight, especially as weak as he was, still, from his mostly-healed injuries. But he didn't seem like he wanted to be here at all, after all.

[Avu]

Oh, poor S’rei. T’rid almost felt bad for him. He was even more entertaining than a bunch of little lizards Hatching—that was a new one, was it not? He managed to keep a straight face as the Wingleader addressed him—albeit not very politely—and then glanced around at the others. Uu’n had been nice enough to lend his belt…where was the fun in that? Having S’rei belt-less was much more funny. Didn’t Uu’n appreciate that S’rei didn’t usually act like this? “Just wondering, there’s no need to snap,” he said cheerfully, taking a step away from the apparently infuriated Wingleader. “Ask her yourself what she told me.” He rather wondered if Laurie would actually tell S’rei that she’d…well. She hadn’t done much to strengthen any respect between them, for one thing.

The straight face he’d managed to keep on collapsed instantly as a green ‘mandyr darted up S’rei’s pants. And stayed there. T’rid all but collapsed again, bracing himself against a table to stay upright. This was amazing. He would worship these little crawly creatures. I knew you’d be pleased I told you to come, Corinth hiccupped. Faranth, I owe you Corinth, he vowed solemnly, carefully lowering himself into a chair in order to watch. This was definitely a moment worth remembering. S’rei did look rather odd, pushing at a lump in his pants. Oh, dear. Luckily for S’rei, he was laughing much too hard to manage to speak, otherwise many more comments would be headed his way that S’rei would probably not appreciate.

He bent over to try to assuage the pain in his side when S’rei’s little ‘mandyr hooked itself to his lip instead. Laughing so hard was making him rather short of breath, not to mention that he probably wasn’t going to be able to walk straight afterwards. All a small price to pay. This was simply not to be missed. Any costs were small ones. He wouldn’t mind Impressing a ‘mandyr if that was what it took to see this lovely little scene.

As she finally settled, T’rid managed to cut his laughter short and adopt a more dignified pose, his face solemn again. But wait, he was being blamed? “What for?” he asked, amusement clear in his tones. “That was hardly my fault.” His comments couldn’t really be counted as ‘sarcastic’ either (although they undeniably had been). “So, Laurie wasn’t kidding, was she? Need help, Wingleader?” Those were hardly sarcastic comments! And he couldn’t be blamed for laughing, could he? Just because he thought it was hilarious didn’t mean a thing. What was more, he hadn’t been the one who stole a belt buckle (good idea, though), tripped S’rei (another good idea), or forced S’rei to Impress the little ‘mandyr he called ‘Worm’ (yet another good idea).

It couldn’t be for the fact that you’re supposed to back him up, could it? Corinth mused. Instead of which you laughed fit to burst? T’rid would have whacked Corinth could he reach the bronze. Shut up.

He watched with an interested expression as a certain belt flew through the air—the start of all the trouble; he had to worship that belt when he got a chance—and landed near the clutch. Which, of course, incited the little queen’s rage. T’rid winced—almost sympathetic—at the insults broadcasted for everyone, along with the fact that the little queen was all but mauling S’rei, something that had already been done for him. Wow, he really was having a bad day, wasn’t he?

[Tashe]

'Sue! Sue!'

"Oh no. No, no, no. I don't want you, go away shoo." YOU. Youyouyouyouyou. "No. Not me! You will be a nuisance! I can't deal with you!" Nuuuuiissaaanceee! Yesyes. I Nuisance! "Yes. Yes you are." Nuisance nuisance! Nooooose. Groaning as the Salamandyr adopted that word as his name, E'rro hissed when the Blue began nibbling on him. "Fine. I'll feed you. Stop eating me." Eateateat Sue you! "Shard it all." Grumpily asking one of the cooks for some meat, the Brownrider began shoving the small morsels down Nuisance's throat. /You impressed one? I thought you were only going to watch with me./ If you didn't want to watch this sharding hatching then I wouldn't have. I can't believe I let you trick me like this. /We were Bendenites. We have to be sly to get our way... now don't we?/ Sometimes I just hate you. /I love you too Ermine./

Twitching an eyebrow as the Blue curled up in the collar of his tunic, the Brownrider finally turned his attention to the commotion that centered around the previous Weyrleader. It wasn't often that a Bronzerider of his stature was a public display, so it just added a sense of hilarity to E'rro's situation. "Arg! What the shards was that for!" Minemine more food you give. Give, give to Nuisance! Grating his teeth teeth together, the Brownrider offered more food to the Mandyr, trying not to think of how he'll deal with the vermin. He could whip up a poisonous concoction and feed it to the pest, or maybe drop him off the canyon wall, those would get rid of him quickly. I pest no! No drop! I bite you! "Let my thoughts alone Nuisance! They are not for you to ease drop on." Angryangrypaaants.

Using his index fingers to massage his temples, the apprentice healer sighed in annoyance, apparently these things could pick up thoughts. "More meat, cook." His lack of politeness earned him a stern look, making him stare unhappily at the woman until she became unnerved and fetched him more. Careful not to touch her as she handed him more cutlets, E'rro turned his gaze back onto the clutch. "I suppose I'm stuck here until you are done... Ismaroth wants me to watch anyways, why not kill two birds with one stone."

[glamourie]

Another voice -- that greenrider. K'lir glanced up at the new arrivals and cast them a nod, but S'rei had most of his attention and he quirked an eyebrow. However, that expression abruptly vanished at the threat to Showoff and he flushed slightly in anger, amber eyes narrowing to mere slits. His hands tightened roughly on the bowl in his hands and it took all of his effort not to smash it on top of the bronzerider's head. Throwing chair legs was one thing. Annoying - but not unsurprising. Threatening a harmless little creature was quite another. He didn't care if S'rei was Faranth herself - the man had no right to ever threaten Showoff that way. His knuckles went white, but he smiled anyway. Cold, mocking smile, but a smile nonetheless. His anger was undeniable, and heightened by the fact that Dael was suddenly enraged - which enraged Showoff by proxy. Words were lost on the bronze salamandyr, who simply followed orders like a good little soldier, climbing onto the edge of the souffle pan and shrieking in rage at anyone who came too close. He would destroy them - and he'd picked that word up from Calistoth.

But unlike Uu'n, who seemed nearly overcome with rage, K'lir simply slammed the bowl down on the table (away from the clutch) and eyed S'rei critically. "Congratulations. It's a green. When she Runs, you can expect to bottom, likely to another man. You can leave now, bronzerider." Yes, reminding S'rei of that was meant to be cruel. He knew how iffy most bronzeriders got on that subject, and he fully intended to smear salt into the wound. "And don't threaten my salamandyr. Some example you're setting - throwing things, insulting, making death threats, all because of a little embarrassment. Grow up. We were teasing. And you owe Dael an apology."

Really, he did hope S'rei decided to leave -- but K'lir's words were cut off by a deafening shriek from the clutch - a sound of pure terror.

The Lullaby Bronze launched himself out of the nest and onto the souffle pan, looking around in surprise and most effectively surprising Showoff, who turned to look at him in curiosity. The little male did not linger long, though, instead tumbling over to the table and scampering across it. The bowl of stew was found and he displayed brilliantly before leaping up onto the side of it, then peeking in. Meat! Food! Yummies! Temporarily distracted, the salamandyr nipped a piece of meat off of one of the hunks and gulped it down.

In the pan, the Sunset Egg was slowly cracking, a meticulous pattern of spiderwebs snaking over its surface before falling soundlessly around a very tiny blue salamandyr. He bobbed his head and looked around, snaking between two of the other eggs before heading in the direction opposite of Showoff. He carefully climbed up the side of the pan, then fell back out of it with a thump before crying out to his chosen -- too lazy to actually hunt him down. Out out out! he proclaimed, the words for Taelir and Taelir alone as he sent waves of hunger to the boy. Out out? OutOutOutOut...OUT! ... Well, maybe he wanted out?

Hardly my fault, the little bronze salamandyr piped up as he snagged another hunk of meat and snaked around the edge of the bowl - much to K'lir's horror. However, he didn't linger long, instead moving to take his meat with him before scampering down to the floor, and over to Jermayan's foot, where he curled up right around his ankle as much as he could fit. Contentedly, he munched on his piece of meat, looking around at the chaos that the hatching had turned into, and then very intelligently added, Hardly my fault.

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01. Eventide Egg Impressed: Green (?) to Nyskelu
02. Nightfall Egg
03. Evening Egg Impressed: Blue Nuisance to E'rro
04. Dusk Egg
05. Sundown Egg
06. Sunset Egg Impressed: Blue (?) to Taelir
07. Darken Egg
08. Gloaming Egg
09. Darkness Egg
10. Midnight Egg
11. Fading Egg Impressed: Green Worm to S'rei
12. Lullaby Egg Impressed; Bronze (?) to Jermayan
13. Bedtime Egg Impressed: Blue (?) to Dorava
14. Dream Egg

[glamourie]

Sunset Blue - Looks to Taelir

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue #E8FAFF
Gender: Male

Appearance: Absolutely tiny is this blue, small enough that most greens will dwarf him in size. Aside from being absolutely itty-bitty, there is nothing absolutely outstanding about this salamandyr's build -- in fact, he's about the perfect picture of what a salamandyr should look like, as far as physique goes. But coloring - coloring is where this little fellow stands out. His hide is a backwash of very pale blue, distantly resembling an ice shade, and it would probably be pretty if not for the fact that he literally looks as though someone attacked him with paint balls of darker blue, creating uneven and downright chaotic splotches of color across his hide; there is no perfect melding or blending, and nothing smooth about this little male's looks. To make him even more awkward, he has several tiny spots all down his back in a nearly black shade that stands out shockingly and adds the illusion of a rough, sandy feel to his skin. His frill is entirely sky-blue, which just goes to appear comical whenever he decides to display, thanks to the fact that the coloring does not in any way match the rest of him, and will likely be a point of mockery for him throughout his life; best to keep the flaunting to a minimum.

Personality: The best description of this blue is likely boring. Given a choice he will spend most of his time sleeping, and he has a particular fondness for words that relate to sleep and rest in any way. Simply put, this little male is lazy. Why walk when he can cling to his? Why run when he can hitch a ride on someone's foot as they pass? Why get out of his sleeping spot to eat when others will surely bring food to him if he complains enough? Lazy, lazy, lazy -- and bossy. This blue will have no problem whining, complaining and otherwise being annoying to accomplish what he wants, which is to have to do the absolute minimal amount of work possible. The fact that he never wants to move - and likes to eat - will probably result in this little salamandyr gaining weight rapidly, and rolling around to get from place to place rather than running. His bonded will have to be careful to keep him from becoming little more than a rolly polly, and even then it will be a difficult task. When denied what he wants, he's prone to biting, snarling, complaining and, should all else fail, he is completely not above latching onto his bonded's nose and hanging there to make a point. His persistence is both a blessing and a curse, but he will likely spend most of his time sleeping rather than doing anything interest. Sleeping and complaining.

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Lullaby Bronze - Looks to Jermayan

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Bronze #828000
Gender: Male

Appearance: Slender is this bronze, long and lean, with decidedly needle-like claws that, from the moment he hatched, are wickedly dangerous. He is built slightly under average size for a bronze, but what he lacks in bulk, he more than makes up for in speed, and his lean build is a deceptive cover for his stamina, which is considerably impressive, easily matching the larger bronzes when he puts forth an effort. He has a ragged-looking frill that is frayed at the edges, making it stand out whenever he displays. Color-wise, he is almost very light with definite greenish-bronze hues, strangely harmonious in the way that the colors meld, and some might even dare to call him green in ignorance. The metallic sheen his hide possesses, though, leaves no doubt to what color he actually is, and to counter any lingering confusion, he has several vivid, brassy highlights to his hide that add an eccentric blending of shades. He sports no spots of any kind, nor any stripes or reddish-bronze hues that many of his color possess, and his body is perfectly proportioned. Most of his hide is one solid color - flawless simplicity, as though sculpted from bronze and brought to life.

Personality: Extremely polite is this bronze, a stark contrast to most of his color. For a salamandyr he is excessively eloquent and has a bizarre gift for remembering longer phrases. Even if he can't use exact words, it is rarely hard to understand the point this 'mandyr is trying to make. He is also very affectionate to his, often physically doting on his bonded, remaining curled up around wrists or fingers, anywhere that he happens to be getting touched. He is also something of a flirt and greatly enjoys talking to females over males -- of any species, although salamandyrs are preferred. Greens, golds, the works. Should he take a mate he will be beyond faithful, whether that mate is a firelizard or a salamandyr, and frequently will lavish gifts upon the female of his choice. Unlike most salamandyrs and bronzes alike, he does not possess quite as much pride and is certainly not above talking to those most would deem inferiors - and treating them well. This approachable behavior will certainly set him apart among the bronze salamandyrs, and his fondness for talking to everyone will make it easy for him to be remembered.

[Ember]

Nyskelu was amused at the green's antics, landing on the bronze's back as she did and screaming not at everyone. Little would she have guessed that the tiny thin would stop before her and keep yelling at her. The green was a most bright yellow-green. The bluerider stared down at the miniature lizard...thing and realized that it wasn't going away, and she could feel the hunger from it. Not! Notnotnot? "Oh shards!" She exclaimed and bent to offer some food. Shardsnot! Shardsnot! The green 'mandyrs said, still making sure she was heard by all.

With one hand she scooped up the scarlet and green salamandyr despite its shrieking so that she may feed it more easily. She snorted when Musinth told her he thought the creature charming. "Of course he would," she muttered, although the green was cute in her own way. Every bit of meat fed to her elicited another...Not!...that. Her head would be ringing by the end of it. More from all the noise around her, the gold screaming, the weyrleader and everyone else... "Silly, just plain silly," she told the green, meaning the events. What was the former weyrleader doing throwing things at the clutch? Of course it was her 'mandyr who wanted the last word. Silly! Shards silly!

Nyskelu giggled, feeding the green more. Then she realized she need to name the thing. She deserved a name that matched her venomous-looking hide. "That's it! I'll call you Toxicity." With all likelihood that would be shortened to just Toxi. Maybe Nys would even end up coining a lame line like 'she's very Toxitave today'. Oops, too late. "Well Toxicity, let's hope no more weird events happen in this clutch. Shards! Not not, was the reply.

The green wherhandler and candidate watched the proceedings, both equally shocked at S'rei's behavior. Why he was worse than an errant weyrling! He didn't deserve a 'mandyr at all. Ferny especially wished him away, hoping the green would give him trouble.

[reqqy]

There was too much going on, and T'rid had frankly been more or less forgotten.

He was mostly just...shocked. The bronzerider hadn't done anything to warrant - that he could fathom - this sudden attack from the gold 'mandyr. It never even occurred to him to think of the belt he more or less had dropped on Showoff, as the bronze wasn't attacking, and the salamandyr, while close to the clutch, wasn't on top of it, certainly. S'rei was being a pissy brat, but he'd never do anything to endanger eggs of any species, worms included. Except maybe push to get Dael steralized. That seemed like a good idea, particularly with the gold clawing and biting at his neck. He didn't slap at her or do much of anything other than stand there dumbly, still trying to get his hazy mind to comprehend what the shells it was the gold was freaking out about. Surely she didn't care if he called one of her babies worm.

Clearly Uu'n was upset, too. What was he missing? Salenth's amusement had faded as well, the bronze just as confused as His. S'rei would have gladly left - he'd been trying to get out of here the moment he'd noticed the hatching had started to begin with - but Worm had other ideas. No one touched her minepet, especially not a slimy, ugly gold! It didn't matter if Dael was her dam, as if she could comprehend something like that. Worm hissed, her own frill flaring out as she arched her body taller in an attempt to look big. Then she caught sight of the ugly lime green color and shrieked. It was so...goldy looking. The frill snapped back, Worm writhing about frantically in a rage that actually had S'rei taking a step backwards, shaking his head.

Then she leaped.

Salenth was getting nervous at the sudden seemingly purposeless anger surging across their connection. Neither he nor His had ever had occasion to come across a salmandyr or to learn much of them, as ReiMine didn't care for the things. What's wrong with you? His didn't answer, though, mostly because he didn't know, himself. All he was aware of was the simple fact that this man was challenging him and he very much wanted to wipe the angry expression off his face with a good solid backhand. His eyes flashed toward K'lir briefly.

It barely even registered, the greenrider's words. Strangely enough, he probably would have agreed with the greenrider on most counts. This was not, by any stretch of the imagination, the way S'rei normally behaved. Why he should apologize to Dael would have gone over his head, but...eh. Truly, the young man should probably be grateful that the bronzerider wasn't paying him much attention. It was taking all of the wingleader's admittedly diminished concentration to keep himself from rearing back and decking Uu'n. S'rei was at least dimly aware that this emotion couldn't be coming from him, because he had no reason he could think of to be angry at the bluerider. Perplexed, yes. Angry? No.

Worm landed on Uu'n's other shoulder, darting around behind him and, taking one look at the very large gold, decided that valor rested in an eye for an eye. She disappeared down the back of his collar, whipping around and clawing at his back and chest before latching onto one of his nipples and gnawing at it. All the while, she kept up an angry chant of 'laurie,' the words sounding like a mantra.

S'rei couldn't very well leave with Worm attached to the bluerider, and all it took was a glance to determine that if this got any more out of hand the eggs would likely end up all over the floor. Ignoring Dael, he pushed Uu'n back and away from the table, following to put some distance between them and Showoff and the rest. Of course, he probably had put more force into that push than absolutely necessary, but what could you really expect when Worm's rage was rendering him half-crazed?

[neeuqtar]

It hardly registered in Uu'n's mind that K'lir was backing him up, but a small part of his mind noted it and was pleased. Pleased, that is, until the tiny green creature S'rei had managed to Impress threw herself at him, darted down his shirt and chomped down. Right on his nipple. Oh. Sharding. Faranth.

Uu'n blanched, all the blood draining from his face as he froze, the pain hitting him as the sharding beast chewed. He clenched his teeth, rocking backwards a step as S'rei shoved him, and hard. But he was a little preoccupied. He didn't even notice as Dael ran down his front, up S'rei's arm, and bit down on the inside of the bronzerider's elbow. Panting slightly from the sharp pain, Uu'n kept up a stream of mental cursing as he yanked his bloody shirt off and threw it to the side--coincidentally, at K'lir--and grabbed the little green fiend with both hands.

He'd beed bitten before, of course, by Vish and by Dael, and knew better than to tug. That would only make it hurt worse. With the blood roaring through his ears, Uu'n carefully pinched the screaming monster's jaws until she was forced to let go or have her jaws break. Then he very rapidly yanked her away from his chest, glaring at her green form and proffering her to her Mine.

"Take it back, S'rei," he gritted through his teeth. Dael, let go. She hissed through her mouthful of arm and did so, defecating on S'rei's arm in her ultimate insult as she jumped back onto the table, body tense, crooning worriedly at her Clutch and at Uu'n while trying to maintain her aggressive stance at the same time. Uu'n sent his assurances as he stared down at his chest. He wasn't bleeding that badly, but he was suddenly aware that he was standing in a room full of people with his massive scars and a sharding bleeding nipple.

I wonder if I can actually pierce that, he thought idly as he crossed his arms across his chest (once Worm was back in S'rei's possession), apparantly nonchalantly, though it was all a front. He was pissed, his entire left pec was throbbing to his heartbeat, and he was embarrassed that everyone could see his scars. Sharding little creature.

You look fine, Mine, Adith assured him.

Sharding right I do. Uu'n lifted his gaze back to S'rei and glared at the man.

"Are you going to leave now, or do K'lir and I have to drag you out?" he asked coldly, dark eyes hard. Shirt off, the knife and dirk he always wore were plainly visible. And he knew how to use them, too... not that he particularly wanted to get into a knife-fight with the Weyrleader. He had a feeling the repercussions for killing the man would be far greater than he wanted to deal with.

[glamourie]

Flying green salamandyr -- that was all K'lir saw and his eyes went wide before he moved over toward Uu'n, as though to help. He temporarily forgot that S'rei even existed, and having a shirt thrown in his direction did not help. He caught it and openly stared at Uu'n, before taking a moment to regain his composure. Scars or not, he liked what he saw. He'd never really made a secret of his fondness for Uu'n, though he did publicly - and privately - blame it on Showoff's blatant affection for Dael. Though... seeing Uu'n shirtless, he was pretty sure it wasn't entirely Showoff's fault. It was not the first time he'd gotten an eyeful but every time was appreciated, particularly when he was wearing such tight pants. He rather wanted to walk over and run his hands over the bluerider's chest, but refrained - mainly because Showoff was still seething in rage, and the emotions were bleeding over onto him, making him really want to hit something.

Go Daelmine! Go Daelmine! Get stupid! the bronze salamandyr proclaimed as he circled the edge of the souffle pan like a well-trained guard canine. His frill was still flared in a prominent display of his agitation, and from his movements it was clear he was highly considering joining his mate - only her instructions for him to guard the clutch kept him from doing so. Get stupid MAKE HURT Wherrymater DUNGHEAD.

The combination of K'lir's distress and anger had definitely bad results. In her weyr Calistoth stirred, waking, and her eyes flared red as she picked up a hint of the anger her bonded was feeling. The green lashed her tail and circled in on herself before speaking to K'lir - and everyone else in the kitchens (salamandyrs included), for once (despite her snobbish refusal to speak to anyone but her bonded most of the time) - in what was clearly fury, STOP fighting and LET ME SLEEP! Anyone who thought she was unpleasant most of the time had clearly never seen the green when she was freshly roused before she was ready. Calistoth was a classic example of needing her beauty sleep. Or, well, anything that kept her away from the general public. She was never a very pleasant dragon. Privately to Hers, she added, If the little red monster wakes me up again by upsetting you, I'll eat it, so help me Lirmine, I'll eat it.

"No eating," K'lir muttered as he folded the shirt in his hands and regarded S'rei and Uu'n curiously. Most of his anger evaporated, as Showoff looked around for the source of speech, clearly puzzled. "Please no eating. They didn't mean to wake you..."

It's awaaaake! It's awaaaake. Winged dunghead-mine. Showoff flared and bounced around the pan before falling into one of the empty spots in the clutch, sending forth a spray of shiny objects around him. I eat it! I eat it! Big stupid. Lots big stupid go'way.

The Nightfall Egg gave a vivid shudder, wobbling twice before cracking. From the egg came an audible cry, as a small nose peeked out of a hole in the shell. Snuffle, snuffle. Then the nose disappeared back down into the egg before it rolled over onto its side and cracked in several more places. Clearly the salamandyr within was having a great deal of trouble, and the audible snuffling and squeaking that escaped the hole it had earlier been peaking out of gave hint to distress and agitation. The egg shuddered again. More cracks formed, and then went still, the hatchling within clearly exhausted from its efforts. This was clearly one tough shell to crack!

As soon as the Nightfall Egg gave up, the Dusk Egg literally exploded in a shell of egg fragments and debris, sending a minty green salamandyr rolling away from her shell. She landed on her back, legs sticking straight up in the air, and chirruped before flopping over and righting herself. Success! Delighted, the little green ran over to climb out the souffle pan, and she made it right to the top of the side before promptly falling right back in. Her leg was caught in a hoop earring, but she did not appear to notice, far from dissuaded from her task. Grunting, the salamandyr threw herself back onto the side and scrambled up and onto the edge before looking around, wide-eyed, as if she was incredibly fascinated by the happenings around her. So many peeeeooooople! She wiggled her tail emphatically before attempting to climb down the side of the pan but... evidently she lacked in grace, as she tumbled down and landed flat on her back again, the earring still caught around her leg.

Awakeawake, she 'mumbled' to herself as she righted herself and examined the people present for the hatching. Her gaze lingered on the stew bowl and she started toward it when someone caught her attention and the little green ran as fast as she could before giving a flying leap ---

-- and splatting right against the floor. Hissing to herself, the Dusk Green climbed up to her feet and scrambled over to Rilyer's feet, then climbed right up his leg, jumping over onto his hand once she was high enough. With a sound that could only be described as a purr, the salamandyr looked up at him and curled her tail around his pinky, as much as she could. Awake.

The Dusk Green's Impression seemed to spark an interest in the Nightfall Egg, which rolled around in the clutch before cracking against S'rei's belt buckle-- and the Gloaming Egg. The result was instantaneous, with both eggs shattering. Irate, a salamandyr nearly black began to shriek, causing a look of utter terror to pass over the smaller gray-green female. The Gloaming Green frantically displayed and then zoomed out of the pan as fast as she could before ---

RED. HAIR.

Shrieking in rage, she started forward before her stomach emptied itself right in front of her, with a small, brownish mess that could only be described by one word: disgusting. Her behavior earned a haughty sniff from the Nightfall Brown, who broadcasted his thoughts: Stupid eat, stupid eat. Huffing, he climbed out of the souffle pan before making his way off the table and jumping from person to person (digging his little claws into shirt fabric - and skin - in the process) until finally landing on T'rid's arm. There he paused, looking around, before raising his head and proclaiming for all to hear, quite happily, MY stupid!

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01. Eventide Egg Impressed: Green (?) to Nyskelu
02. Nightfall Egg Impressed: Brown (?) to T'rid
03. Evening Egg Impressed: Blue Nuisance to E'rro
04. Dusk Egg Impressed: Green (?) to Rilyer
05. Sundown Egg
06. Sunset Egg Impressed: Blue (?) to Taelir
07. Darken Egg
08. Gloaming Egg Hatched: vomiting green
09. Darkness Egg
10. Midnight Egg
11. Fading Egg Impressed: Green Worm to S'rei
12. Lullaby Egg Impressed; Bronze (?) to Jermayan
13. Bedtime Egg Impressed: Blue (?) to Dorava
14. Dream Egg