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

[glamourie]

Dusk Green - Looks to Rilyer

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Green #33CC99
Gender: Female

Appearance: Long and awkward limbs grace this green, giving her a wobbly, disproportionate appearance as though someone grabbed her and proceeded to pull on every side of her, in opposite directions. Her abnormally long tail doesn't dissuade from this concept. Likewise, she has an abnormally large frill that sometimes throws her off balance, likely to result in this little green salamandyr falling on her head... a lot. Fortunately, that long tail of hers is extremely mobile, and it is not unusual to catch her hanging from it to avoid falling somewhere; her tail literally functions like a fifth, more bendable leg, and its length is more than strong enough to hold up her body weight. As far as coloring goes, her body is a palette of mostly minty green, except for vivid, triangular banding down her back and along the side of her tail, in a color best described as mottled. When caught by the right light, these two colors form an excellent contrast to one another, the smaller bands highlighting the deep green of her hide. Closer examination reveals that these bands are actually made up of hundreds of very small, closely spaced spots, almost perfectly presented together. The same orange banded-spots are visible like stripes on the inside of her frill, a fact which makes her very proud - expect her to show it off a lot. And to fall on her head as a result.

Personality: To put it gently, this salamandyr is a clutz. Whether she's losing her balance due to the awkwardness of her limbs, or simply because of not paying attention, it is not at all uncommon to find her falling into things: from branches in trees, shelves... into cake batter... Needless to say, she'll prove quite a handful for Hers, as she's into everything. This clumsiness isn't helped by the fact that she's also exceptionally nosy. Curious simply doesn't cover it. If she hears a noise she has to know what it is, especially if Hers tries to imply she shouldn't find out. She's also very talkative, having no problem running up to other salamandyrs to find out the latest gossip. Unfortunately, by the time she goes to repeat it, she's usually forgotten what she meant to say, so it is not uncommon for this little green to also just... make up things on the spot, or to embellish half of what she's trying to explain. She has no problem ... adding accent to her stories if she can't remember what they originally were, which can be quite a problem, since she never remembers whole stories to start with....

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Nightfall Brown - Looks to T'rid

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Brown #573811
Gender: Male

Appearance: The best description of this salamandyr's appearance is bizarre. His limbs are oddly long, and his body strangely thin, his wings surprisingly wide and his frill flat out oddly shaped, giving him among the most unique appearances of salamandyrs possible. This build will make him an excellent climber, gifted at getting into the most strange places... although, getting out might be problematic. Anything but graceful, this little salamandyr will probably cause quite a ruckus given the fact that he trips, falls, and otherwise stumbles into things. A lot. Despite that, he's on the large side for his color, very easily the size of a smaller bronze, and his coloring is a dark, unbroken chocolate that is unique in that it lacks in the spots most of the non-metallic salamandyrs possess. He's on the darker side of things, and his hide has an oddly honey-colored sheen unique to him; no one would ever mistake this little oddity for any salamandyr but who he is. Even his frill is a rich, dark brown that leaves no question to what color he is; never would he be accidentally perceived as a bronze, despite his size.

Personality: As if his appearance wasn't enough, this brown salamandyr is riddled with personality. He is nosy, which, despite being a rather common trait in salamandyrs, often is to his detriment as he is also exceptionally clumsy and prone to getting into things completely by accident. To make matters worse, he likes to broadcast, airing his thoughts for all to hear -- right or wrong. Given that he's anything but articulate, this can often lead to complaints about him babbling nonsense and jibberish at anyone and any thing that will listen. Not that he's put off by this. No, this little brown is filled with enthusiasm, and happily puts his entire heart into the things he likes. The problem is, this little salamandyr thinks he's a dragon - or at least, as worthy of respect and appreciation as any of them. Thus he feels that people should be complimented by him talking to them and is very often ruffled when they are not. More embarrassing for his humanpet is the fact that this salamandyr flat out refuses to waste his time chasing firelizards or other salamandyrs on flights or runs. No, his only interest is in beautiful green dragons -- so his chosen can expect him to be scattering across the ground at top speeds any time a green dragon rises to mate, as if he honestly believes he has a chance in catching them. And woe betide the fool who decides to inform him that he doesn't.

[ladybug]

Rilyer, having entered after the belt incident, was quite oblivious to anything that was going on. As the gold mother launched herself at a bronze rider, he just stood back and stared. Then the bronzer's newly impressed green crawled into the poor blue rider's shirt and bit him...ow. Ril winced sympathetically, then was startled once more as a strong female voice echoed in his head. Usually it was just Rilysk's calm voice in there, and the green's words surprised him.

"I'm not doing any fighting here," he muttered, deciding to ignore everything else and focus on the clutch. Another egg was hatching, and a little green made her way out of the clutch and tripped over the side of the pan. Aww, how cute! She looked rather confused by everything, too. Then something seemed to catch her attention, and she ran out of the bowl, leaping and then falling straight to the floor. Ril grimaced, hoping no one stepped on her in the chaos.

Fortunately, she knew where she was going, which happened to be his pant leg. His eyes widened as she latched onto his pants and climbed up, crawling out to his hand. As she wrapped her tail around his finger, he melted. Awake.[/color]

He giggled, stroking her green hide with his thumb. "I see that." He glanced back at the fighting briefly, then decided to get out of the way with his mandyr. "Let's find something for you to eat." Rilyer moved off to find sustenance for the newly hatched mandyr. He reached out briefly to Rilysk, and discovered that the brown was still sleeping soundly. Typical.

[reqqy]

It was fortunate that Dael was distracting him - at least a little - or they might truly have had a brawl on their hands. Worm's cries were louder, angrier, and more distressed as the ugly one's pet gripped her. She writhed in his fingers as fast as she could, chomping down harder with every intent to take the nipple with her, but Worm wasn't proof against Uu'n and she was forced to let go. Not that it stopped her from flinging her little body around and scratching at his wrist as much as she could. Worm wasn't going down without a fight! LAURIE! LAURIELAURIELAURIE Where was her pet? She wanted down now and the ugly's pet wouldn't let her go.

The bronzerider was too unaccustomed to the power of a salamandyr's emotions - and the screaming in his mind - to react with much more than a hiss of pain to Dael's gnawing on the inside of his elbow. Oh, it hurt all right, but the headache was much, much worse. S'rei was feeling more than just a little nauseous right about now. He hadn't exactly been running on all cylinders when he first came in, and the bleeding that normally wouldn't have phased him was beginning to make his knees feel weak. Salenth was right about eating...and sleeping. He just wasn't able to half the time. There was nothing deliberate about what he was doing to himself, really.

He took Worm from Uu'n, who then proceeded to scamper right up his arm, leaping over Dael and flinging her hind legs at the offending ugly for good measure before perching on her pet's shoulder and hissing at both the ugly and the ugly's evil pet. Alternating between an aggressive stance and snuggling against S'rei's neck, she cooed at hers, laurielaurielaurielauriewormlaurielaurielaurie over and over in an almost soothing undertone. If it wasn't so sharding annoying S'rei might even be grateful for it. Grimacing, the bronzerider wiped the 'mandyr poop off onto his pants, seemingly entranced by the blood running down one arm. With Worm only mildly upset now the man was just feeling...tired.

He didn't notice Uu'n's scars or the bluerider's unease. Salenth pressed into the back of his mind. His eyes flicked down to the younger man and he simply nodded, as he didn't particularly care to be here at all. Nor did he care that some might think he was backing down due to fear. For one, he hadn't been fighting with Uu'n to begin with, no matter what it looked like, and secondly it just didn't matter. He had enough people hating him (or thinking poorly of him) that a few more seriously wasn't going to change anything. Sleep sounded really good right about now. Despite himself, Worm's murmurings were carrying him that direction anyway. He did notice the blood, though, on the other's chest, and that caused a strange spike of satisfaction for him, though it hardly registered on his face.

S'rei had never been much of a fighter. He was decent at it - probably better than decent, actually, though you wouldn't hear that from him - but it was rare for anyone to challenge him and he wasn't particularly aggressive himself. At least, not since his adolescent turns.

Turning, he left the room, Worm twisting about to shout one last laurie! at the ugly one, a cry cut short by the angry dragon-voice. The salamandyr huddled against her pet, trembling - and hungry. She bit lightly into his neck to get his attention. "Some days I think I should just never leave the weyr," S'rei muttered to himself, casting a glance at T'rid and mentally wincing. Lovely. A brown salamandyr. All he needed was his second mounting him in a flurry of passion. Pushing that thought aside (just because Worm and the brown would be near each other often didn't necessarily mean that would be the end result, right?) he made shaky progress out into the dining hall and toward where Salenth now waited silently.

The bronze knew now wasn't a good time to mess with His.

S'rei ignored the curious glances cast his way. Shells, but he was tired.

[Kisha-Ra]

Darya had been in the kitchen at the beginning of the drama, pilfering naturally. Though the bluerider liked to think of herself as quite self sufficient she really couldn’t cook, well not unless humans could live on yellow veg and half burned, half raw meat. No, helping herself to food from the kitchen was much better for everyone, or at least for her.

She was having a hard job keeping a stright face at the precedings, first the bemused cooks and U’un’s reaction to the whole situation, then S’rei’s undignified sprawl on the floor (Darya had to bite her lip to keep from sniggering at the thought of that). Then what had it been? Oh yes S’rei making a runnerbeast’s bum of himself again, honestly if the man didn’t like salamandyrs why hadn’t he taken some food and left? what was it Shmee saw in him again?

Of course various salamandyrs had hatched and Impressed during all this, to the accompiment of varying helpful comments from Dael and Showoff. Thankfully Imp wasn’t getting involved beyond snatching some raw meat from a sideboard and presenting it to Darya as if it were the greatest treasure to be found on Pern. The bronze salamandyr seemed content to watch and call cheerful greetings to the new hatchlings while Darya leaned on a table and occasionally remembered to eat some of her meal.


O’dan slipped into the kitchens, alive with curiosity. What in the world, aside from the salamandyr hatching that Adith had reported to everyone, had been going on here? He was pretty certain that people hadn’t been bitten by maddened salamandyrs at the last hatching.

O’dan stepped forward a little, there seemed to be a wide berth around the hatching eggs, and no wonder he thought as he noted the clutch was guarded by not only Dael but by one of the bronze salamandyrs too. He knew from a nasty experience upsetting J’on’s Wraith that little ‘mandyrs had very sharp teeth.

Get some food, silly mine.[/color] Emerith suggested. Then the babies will bite that and not you. The adults you’ll just have to not annoy.[/color]

Thanks for stating the obvious Emmy

No charge.[/color]


R’fuin looked doubtfully at the vomiting salamandyr. Was she ill? He thought to ask Ylonth but the blue was sleeping, plus Ylonth had seen exactly as many salamandyr clutches hatch as his rider. That was to say absolutely none. It probably wouldn’t be good if she Impressed and turned out to be ill enough to die though… R’fuin shook like a canine, dismissing his thoughts, if the hatchling wasn’t healthy enough to survive she probably wouldn’t have hatched, that tended to be the way of things.

R’fuin wriggled around in his seat for a better view, ending up sat sideways with one arm draped over the back of the chair and one leg curled under him on the seat.

((Bleh that got more sucky as it went on. (read: blathered on)))

[glamourie]

Movement out of the corner of his eye made K'lir turn and glance at S'rei, but he did not say anything. He was too busy mentally consoling Calistoth and anyway, the bronzerider appeared to be leaving. Highly dramatic though it was, K'lir was a touch grateful to him. Nothing drew attention like drama. Proof of that was in how many people seemed to have popped out of the woodwork. The greenrider took a quick look around and spotted several he hadn't seen before -- that goldrider, one of the pregnant greenriders, a brownrider, some boy-child, a handful of wherhandlers and countless others. Actually, it was a rather impressive turn-out in his opinion, though at Dael's last hatching he hadn't been paying anywhere near as much attention to the group of people. Just like it was hard to now. Did Uu'n just not realize how delicious his body was? -- Did he not care? Wicked bluerider. K'lir contemplated throwing the now-cold stew on him and licking it off of him. That was about the only way he was going to eat it after the bronze salamandyr decided to eat right out of the bowl. No manners, salamandyrs.

Salenth. Lirmine asks what's wrong with Yours. Bold much? But it was Calistoth, and she was in a foul mood, thus not up for beating around the bush. He doesn't understand why he is so upset over the little annoyance. After the hatching Lirmine would have returned the belt buckle. There was no need to yell. He meant no harm. Not that she cared a speck what Salenth's thought of Hers, but it seemed to matter to him. Ridiculous. What did it matter? Salenth's was the pet of Aslath's, and therefore not likely to be interesting. She did not understand Hers.

The Gloaming Green had K'lir distracted, though. It couldn't be normal for a salamandyr to throw up like that. And the little green was staring right at him with a look of utter contempt. He backed away, alarmed, and the green let forth with a loud shriek of challenge before spitting up clear liquid; her little stomach was empty. Then she leapt toward him, only to miss by quite a bit. Angered by her failure - and the sudden movement that reminded her of how large he was in comparison to her - the green shrieked and coughed again, though this time nothing came up. Her frill displayed and she scrambled away to a shadow that caught her attention, and she launched herself forward onto Piden's foot.

Eat, eat, she proclaimed as she ducked under the bottom edge of his pant leg, clearly trembling in terror. Eat eat. Eat. EAT. EateatEat...eat?

"Um," K'lir said eloquently as he stared at the table where the salamandyr had been. Showoff moved over to where she was and looked down, curiously, before bouncing back to the clutch. "I'm not entirely sure I want to know what that was about."

Think you ugly, StupidMine. And it was likely Showoff had the right of it with his so-eloquent explanation. The little bronze climbed onto the edge of the souffle pan and flared at everyone before looking down at the eggs, and speaking only to Dael, Daelmine hurt? Silly worm hurt Daelmine? Daelmine? He was concerned for her, and it showed in the way he looked from her to the clutch and back again. And, unfortunately, he remembered that it was the big ugly funny stupid who caused all of the ruckus. He would pay. Showoff remembered where he slept.

Exactly at that second, the Darkness Egg wobbled and cracked, spilling forth a brown who promptly sprung up and began to preen. Showoff looked at him and displayed wearily, and the brown mimicked his displaying pattern perfectly. Agitated, the bronze circled the edge of the pan, carefully climbing to avoid falling, and then flared again, his eyes whirling. Silly baby, what was it doing? But the brown took to circling the inside of the pan in a likewise pattern, keeping himself opposite Showoff, before finally bursting out with a loud sound that distantly resembled that of a human passing gas. Pleased with himself, the Darkness Brown then launched up and out of the pan before prancing across the table. Showoff stared after him, bemused, before looking at the remaining eggs. If he were human, one might have wondered if he was expecting a foul scent to pass by him. Strange babies.. strange.

Strange, strange, the brown mimicked, flapping his wings a few times to gather strength in them. They were tiny, so when he leaped off the table, they acted as little more than a buffer to keep him from hurting himself with his landing. He continued to strut forward, no doubt quite happy with himself, and wandered right up to R'fuin, who was sitting sideways in his chair. Strange, strange, strange-mine. Strange mine. Standing up on his back legs, the little salamandyr looked up at R'fuin and waited, patiently, for his reward. He was hungry.

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01. Eventide Egg Impressed: Green (?) to Nyskelu
02. Nightfall Egg Impressed: Brown Stupid 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 Impressed: Green (?) to Piden
09. Darkness Egg Impressed: Brown (?) to R'fuin
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]

Gloaming Green - Looks to Piden

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Green #79937D
Gender: Female

Appearance: Small is this salamandyr, and undeniably delicate in appearance. Her legs look as if they might break at the slightest pressure, as though she's fragile and easily injured. The fact that she's about the size of an average white doesn't help this appearance, and this green is decidedly thin and willowy. Like her physical build, her color is decidedly strange, a mottled, off-green just a slight shade off of gray, just enough to be reminiscent of green. Lighter green splotches add the appearance of highlights and shadows to her hide, but what is most unique is that her entire body is simply covered in thousands of tiny black spots that add emphasis to her odd coloration. Two large spots like eyeliner surround both of her eyes, bringing emphasis to the fact that they are on the large side. Her frill, when extended, looks like someone tried to play connect the dots - and not necessarily in the best of ways. While she would never be called ugly, this salamandyr is distinctly... strange.

Personality: This salamandyr is quirky to say the least. She is deathly terrified of loud noises and things larger than herself, and will cling to Hers at all times, often latching onto fingertips or other ways to hang on. More unusual than this is the fact that red hair positively enrages her and often results in spasming and frantic displaying. But what makes these things particularly awkward is that this salamandyr also is prone to throwing up everything she's eaten whenever she's frightened or angry - which at a weyr filled with dragons so much larger than her can be exceptionally unnerving. Hers will require an extreme amount of patience in caring for her, for due to her weak stomach, she will need to be fed and watered near constantly. High-maintenance is this salamandyr. Additionally, she's very bad about talking. It isn't unusual for her to be completely silent for several sevendays at a time only to burst out with sudden and inappropriate comments at the absolute worst moments. For a salamandyr she is surprisingly eloquent, or at least, gifted at hitting the nail right on the head - it isn't at all strange for her to comment on something and be disturbingly accurate. In a room acting inappropriate with a weyrlingrider? Expect to hear words like "SEX SEX SEX!" blurted out as loud as this green can. Timing is everything and hers is terrible. Here's hoping Hers minds the rules.

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Darkness Brown - Looks to R'fuin

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Brown #795915
Gender: Male

Appearance: This salamandyr is large; easily the size of a small bronze when stretched out, and possessing a deceptively lean build; thin though he is, he has a remarkable stamina that will mark him as a real competitor for queen Runs. His limbs are proportioned well enough that he will also be extremely fast - likely able to keep up with most other brown salamandyrs, though he will not possess the agility that the smaller colors have. But what he lacks in agility he will make up for in grace, nearly flight-like on the ground, as if he's always moving in time with some hidden music only he can hear; truly it is a sight to watch him run around, for he seems to be nothing short of dancing most of the time. As if to make up for his extraordinary build, though, his color is quite plainly brown. Any other term to describe it would be doing the adjectives injustice. The color is very plain, lacking in any sort of distinguishing markings, and even his frill is the same shade. The hue actually varies between a lighter and darker shade as if he's been rolled in the mud for a while, but he otherwise does not possess any kind of spots. In regards to looks, he's certainly not the most "pretty" salamandyr, though his wider eyes make him look younger than most. A perk of his coloring though is that he can sit in the dirt and never be seen -- for better or for worse, really, as this is likely to get him stepped on. Not that he's foolish enough to stay put and allow that to happen.

Personality: Dashing! Daring! Heroic! This brown is quite the entertainer. Eccentric? Understatement. Expect him to go out of his way to earn laughter or acknowledgment. He loves compliments and will spend most of his time practicing tricks in order to impress. Devilishly clever, this brown will also be prone to mimicking other creatures, be they dragon, firelizard, salamandyr or even human -- chirping mimicked words will be a favorite pastime, as will hiding and spying to copy their behavior. He is very fond of doing impressions. He is also an insufferable flirt, very likely to lavish affection on any creature that pays any amount of attention to him - for better or for worse. He has no problem speaking to anyone or thing that comes near him, especially if the end result is compliments his way, and he will likely remember anything positive said about him and repeat it periodically, as if to remind others of how amazing he is. Conceited? Just a tad!

[randi]

Someone slipped into the crowd gathered in the kitchens, quiet with no intention of attracting attention. Only if one looked closely could they see that Zolten was breathing slightly harder than usual, having run to the Hatching, and only if they noticed that, could they see him as possibly more than a spectator.

In truth, Zolten had ran from across the Weyr to get here, having been charmed by the idea of seeing the small creatures Impressing and maybe even to have one himself. Of course, peering now at the remaining, he gave the smallest shuddering sigh. He should have been closer, yes, or gotten here faster. Yet, retreating now would only show that he realized his failure and was escaping before being left there, which was not his favorite pastime in the least.

Instead, the candidate stood in the back, his eyes flickering mindlessly, for once, to all the people standing there, with or without, his usual friendly smile missing. It wasn't that he was mad about missing the majority of this little Hatching or at them for Impressing, but at another mocking failure that bit at him. Shards, he could do nothing right, could he?

On some level, he realized that statement was untrue, that he did things right, just not good. Good seemed to be a constant ideal, dancing far away from him, but begging him to claw his way closer. As for great? That brought forth a momentary wry smile. He supposed, with another small huff-sigh, that the world needed mediocre people.

Closing his mind from that little reflection, he eyed the remainder of the clutch, curious as to who they would go to. It was mostly for future reference that he hadn't turned away to pretend to be getting food or something else and avert his eyes. If he knew who Impressed the little ones, then he'd know who to watch out for, to see their antics and laugh at them. Other than that, there wasn't much to his reasoning for sticking around.

[dragon]

Dorava was left quite speechless ... between S'rei's astounding mishap that left him bare-rumped on the floor, and Showoff screaming at her, she just didn't know what to say. Likely, that was a good thing, as anything she might have said would probably have not gone over very well. And then there were newly hatched baby 'mandyrs going in all kinds of directions!

She lurched away from the nest when the first green landed on her and screamed at her, before scurrying away. Well! That was unexpected. This was certainly an experience, if nothing else. The surprise in Dorava's mind was enough to wake Aonith from her light nap, and the green dragon started paying attention to what was going on, through Dorava.

Fascinating!Aonith said, just in what had happened so far. Says you. Dorava replied, flatly, rubbing at her skin where the first green's claws had gone through her shirt. Maybe she ought to have worn a heavier shirt? It was almost like having a series of needles thrust into her skin ... not very pleasant.

And then the little blue scarmbled around inside her clothes, before peeking out the top. Dorava barely refrained from shreiking, though the sentiment did show alarmingly well on her face as she stared down at the little creature hanging out of the front of her shirt. She blinked, stumbling back away from the clutch yet again. She was just getting assaulted over and over again!!

Stay? the little blue asked, once perched, looking up at her with undeniable affection and hunger. Dorava smiled, then, realizing what had happened. "Stay." she agreed, reaching up to stroke his little head, love for the little creature glowing from her entire being. She tried to lift him out of her shirt, but he protested. Stay! Stay! Stay! Slipping from her grasp, he wormed back down inside her shirt, and then found a really neat and cozy hiding place right in the middle of her breastband under her shirt.

Dorava squeaked out loud this time, and hurried over to an unoccupied corner, and started trying to fish him out of there. "No, don't stay!" She protested. But the harder she tried to extract him, the firmer he hung on - to her band, to her skin, anything, sending up a high shrieking sound. Finally, she gave up with a sigh, and looked down the front of her own shirt. "I am not feeding you in there. You want to eat? You come out." she informed him.

And at that, she went and retrieved a small bowl of meat to feed the baby ... but then she found herself a chair to sit down in and wait for the blue to come out. She watched him stare up at her with shiny little eyes in silence, and finally she couldn't resist and smiled at him. "I think I'll call you Valiant." she told him, hopeing that the name would give him a little more courage.

Fairly interested and engrossed with her own 'mandyr - her first pet since she had been a very small girl - Dorava missed a whole lot of what else was going on in the room ... right up until 'mandyrs and dragons both were screaming fit for everyone to hear, and then directly the 'mandyrs were assaulting people in a terriffic display of pure hatred.

She just stared, again, holding the bowl of meat in both hands, the baby in her breast band nolonger the center of her attention. And the activities outside were not making Val any more inclined to come out, either. He could hear it all just fine from where he was, though it was muffled by Dorava's heartbeat. He did not need a visual, too, oh no.

Dorava wondered if maybe she ought to lend a hand, there, but decided against it. Not only did she not want to get into that mess, the actual healers would more than likely be very mad at her if they found out she'd had her hands on the wounds first. She couldn't help but wince in sympathetic pain at Uu'n's wound. She knew that hurt. And all the blood!

S'rei left, there wasn't much she could do about or for him. But she could do something for Uu'n, and she couldn't just sit there and watch. Shards, the healers could go suck pitch. She hunted about for a towel, got it damp with clean water, and then moved to offer it to Uu'n to use on his chest. And once it was out of her grasp, she retreated quickly from the scene once more. Taking herself a seat again, she tried to see if she could entice Val to leave her clothes by waving a bit of meat about her neckline.

To someone who didn't know she had a 'mandyr in her shirt, it looked almost as if she were trying to perfume herself with a bit of raw meat. And though that was not at all her intention - it was somewhat exactly what was happening. The scent of the bit wafted down into her shirt, and got Valiant's mouth watering. Forgetting his trepidations, he crawled up her shirt and poked his head out to snatch at the bit.

"Ah, ah! You have to come all the way out." Dorava said, yanking the bit away, but not touching the baby. When he didn't move, she tried again to tease him with the bit ... but a quick lunge, and Val had his bit. He vanished back down into her shirt with it, to eat it, making Dorava jump out of her seat and shriek again, grabbing at her chest as if to rip it off.

That meat was wet and cold!! And it was down in her shirt!!!

"You little rat!" She scolded.

Val keep! Keep! Keep Val? Val replied, inquisitively, avoiding her grabbing by crawling around in her shirt, smearing her skin with the damp meat while trying to swallow it.

In the back of Dorava's mind, Aonith was having a hearty laugh, unable to help herself - or hers - at all.

[neeuqtar]

Uu'n shook his head as Calistoth's strident voice rang through his mind. Ugh.. Dael fine, the queen 'mandyr hastened to assure her mate. Guarding good, Showoff-mine-slave she cooed at him, prancing back to her Clutch, flaring her frill and wings as if to warn other bad worms away. Angrily, she sank her bloody teeth into the offending leather, yanking the heavy belt away from the Clutch with short, angry jerks. Her owner sighed and uncrossed his arms as S'rei left. Well, that went better than expected. he really hadn't wanted to fight the Weyrleader.

Distastefully, he looked down at himself. There wasn't a ton of blood--at least compared to some of his previous wounds--but there was enough to make a sticky mess of his chest and arm. The little green brat had made a right mess of his left nipple, leaving two punctures clear through the side. You wouldn't happen to have a shiny earring, would you? he asked Dael, though he saw a couple from where he was. He took the towel from Dorava and started cleaning the blood up, with a nod to her in thanks.

Many beauty shinies! she announced happily, thrumming contentedly as she perched on the moved belt. Want shiny? Want darkling? Uu'n blinked, then flashed a smile at K'lir.

"What do you think, K'lir? Some poor person's earring, or two of those whersport teeth mounted on either end of something metal? Maybe the tongue of S'rei's belt buckle, he seems to have run away with mine..." He lifted one pale eyebrow up and shook his hair out of his eyes. Shard, he needed to cut it. Again.

"Um... um..." the unfortunate girl Dael had bitten proffered a damp rag that smelled of the astringent herbs used to clean wounds. Uu'n turned to her and flashed that grin at her, too, making the poor thing wilt. He took the rag from her trembling hand.

"Thanks," he said, oddly nice for once. "I'm sorry she bit you... maybe you'll get one of her children." The girl shook her head emphatically NO and scurried off. Uu'n shrugged and started to clean the wounds themselves, apparently forgetting about everyone else in the room besides K'lir, who he was still waiting for an answer from. And then he realized Dael was flirting with Showoff again and sent a mental glare at her. NO, he said firmly. Dael just ignored him and kept praising Showoff for being such a good guard, they were almost all Hatched and none were hurt! And the stupidwormthing was gone, hadn't she done well in driving him off!

He glanced back up at K'lir with that half-smile, pale bangs falling across his dark eyes, for a moment forgetting his self-consciousness as he focused on the young man... he was kinda cute... a lot cute, actually... and not the fact that his wound was stinging AND throbbing. Furiously. But at least the blood was gone... and his wound had stopped bleeding.

[Avu]

T’rid was no longer laughing so much as watching with intense interest as ‘mandyrs and humans battled it out. S’rei was hardly in good shape, was he? Was something wrong with him? The Wingleader might be humiliated, but this was a bit out of it, wasn’t it? T’rid was tempted to offer the man his knife, but decided that it wouldn’t endear him to Uu’n or K’lir. At this point, he hardly cared, but it was still better to play it safe. Who knew if one of them would take it to mind to knife him for encouraging a fight or not, after all? It wouldn’t be very fun to be knifed. No, he would just sit still and let it play out. It was already dramatic enough. He winced sympathetically for Uu’n as S’rei’s “Worm” bit him in a very tender area, although he couldn’t repress a snort of amusement.

Corinth was half-amused and half-exasperated. This is supposed to be a Hatching, not a battlefield, he said in tones of irritation. I don’t think many people know the difference, to be quite honest, T’rid informed the bronze serenely, one hand tapping at his knife. Oh, a fight would be interesting…especially if it involved ‘mandyrs, since both of them had displayed tempers worthy of a broody queen already (one of them was a broody queen, but that was all right). He gave another amused snicker as the queen defecated on S’rei. Oh, poor man. Stuck with a ‘mandyr, humiliated, laughed at…and bitten and pooped upon.

T’rid started slightly as a feminine voice echoed in his head. Now that didn’t happen very often. He was briefly mystified until Corinth chuckled in amusement. Calistoth is not in a very good mood today, is she? T’rid blinked. Calistoth…? The bronze rumbled. Did you think you were going crazy? Sorry, not happening. Yet. Although it’s come quite close, I think.

He blinked again as the eggs began to Hatch again; his gaze flicked to them, and would have flicked away had two things not happened. For one, one ‘mandyr began to throw up—clearly not normal—and for another, the Nightfall Brown broadcasted to the entire group, Stupid eat, stupid eat, before hopping from person to person before—

“No. No. No.” T’rid repeated the word dumbly as the brown ‘mandyr sat on his arm, proclaiming for everyone to hear, MY stupid! The brown chirped questioningly as it clung to him and went on, still addressing the entire group. Stupid food eat? Eatnow. Stupid food get. No? Nostupid? “Oh, Faranth you have got to be kidding! I am not yours. Get off. Get off,” he groaned. Faranth? Stupid Faranth? Farastupid. Eat?[/i][/color] Corinth rumbled from the Weyr, sounding almost apologetic. I suppose you’re stuck with him now, aren’t you? What’s his name?

T’rid gritted his teeth in frustration. “His name is Stupid, obviously.” He all but hissed in annoyance as he retreated swiftly from the clutch, thrusting a handful of meat he took randomly from someone else in the crowd at the thing. Corinth winced. Perhaps I should name him? the bronze suggested. Stupid eat, proclaimed the brown. Or perhaps that name fits him perfectly, Corinth sighed. The ‘mandyr occupied himself with eating while T’rid, no longer quite so happy, sat down, gazing bleakly at the little thing that was mumbling contented nonsense (half of which was the word ‘stupid’) while chewing down the meat. You do realize that everyone can hear him, yes? Corinth asked apologetically. T’rid started, and then realized that Corinth was right. Stupid was talking to everyone.

Oops. “Shut up, please.” Stupidyumstupid. Stupid…up? Stupidup? Up. If both hands hadn’t been occupied, T’rid would have whacked his own forehead. That was what he got for coming here. As it was, he ended up staring at Stupid, rather as if he were hoping the little thing would fall over dead, and completely ignoring whatever else was going on, interesting as it may have been. What had started as a hilarious scene had soon turned sour. Now he had Mir and Stupid. The blue fire lizard at least didn’t seem to be much trouble, but this little thing…[/size]

[glamourie]

Showoff preened under Dael's praise and stalked along the rim of the souffle pan happily. The bad babies-scaring Dael-upsetting thing was gone. That pleased him immensely, and he bounced over to the edge of the dish before inquiring, Me help move StupidUgly? Most of the eggs had hatched, but there was still that horrible, horrible thing that the big stupid had put down next to him. Oh, he would pay, yes he would pay for upsetting his Daelmine. Showoff remembered where the BigStupid slept, remembered that he had the big ugly winged thing and the big ugly false-Gold there too, and he would make him pay. First for offending Dael and second for scaring the babies. And if WormBaby got in the way? Well, WormBaby would pay, too. He would bite her. -- No, Showoff had no concept of the fact that Worm happened to be his offspring, not anymore. He saw her only as a threat to Dael's pet, and he would not stand for it. StupidHis liked Dael's Stupid. Maybe he would be praised for his efforts, for once, instead of yelled at. Not that it mattered, so long as he was getting attention.

K'lir was temporarily distracted by a new arrival standing near the back of the clutch, and he raised an eyebrow at the boy; he was a candidate, wasn't he? And he'd seen him near Laurie. Of that, K'lir was certain. What was his name? He forgot - and that bothered him. Squinting, K'lir made a vague gesture over his head before calling out, "Oi! Slave of Lauranna! Lurking in the back won't get you anything, you realize!" And just why did he know who lurked near Lauranna? -- Well, he'd been harboring a tiny-not-so-secret-crush since he was about twelve turns out. It had faded some, but not much. "Get your hide up here or I'll make Calistoth yell at you too. She seems content to yell at everyone right now!"

Anything else he might have added was effectively cut off by Uu'n's question and he glanced over at the bluerider before flushing a hint of pink. Casually, he held out the shirt he'd folded so neatly, and resisted the urge to shuffle slightly in his embarrassment. Why was he asking him? -- In his opinion, Uu'n looked wonderful in everything and nothing at once (two guesses which he preferred). He clucked his tongue, then glanced from Showoff back to Uu'n as he considered how to answer the question.

"Showoff, give me that buckle, would you?" he asked, and for once the little salamandyr obeyed, mainly because Dael had consented to giving one of her pretties up -- otherwise he probably would have refused. He caught the buckle in his mouth and bounced up to the edge of the pan before holding it up to K'lir, who took it gingerly before nodding. He'd pet Showoff later, but not when he was so close to the clutch. He was determined not to risk offending Dael. "Thanks." Without waiting for a response from the salamandyr, he stepped over to Uu'n and flipped the tongue of the buckle out, then held it right against the nipple in question, not quite touching to avoid injury. "I'm not entirely sure it will fit - but if you could fasten things on the end of this to avoid it slipping, I think it would look good. Not to mention it would teach him for his impatience. I would have gotten it back for him if he asked. Showoff is only bad when Dael's clutching - he usually returns things if I bribe him." What he bribed Showoff with, he left unsaid, but it usually involved irritating Calistoth. The two seemed to feel they were at war most of the time.

Daelmine got BigStupid, made BigStupid hurt. Pretty, pretty Daelmine, Showoff praised, still preening under the attention as he scrambled around the clutch. He did so love being the center of attention, especially if it was Dael's.

Since no answer had come from Salenth, Calistoth snorted, huffed, and curled back up against herself. She was going to sleep, and if anyone woke her up, she'd fly back down to the main hall and make Dael and Showoff look tame. They may have had a clutch but she did not respond well to being woken up at all. Fortunately, the bronze monster had stopped upsetting hers by being upset himself, so she was able to relax again. Some days, she really wanted to eat the little mongrel.

K'lir cast a half-glance toward T'rid before saying quietly, "They usually don't respond well to rudeness. Showoff just gets worse. You ... might want to try another approach." Did he really just name the poor little creature Stupid? Stupid and Worm. Oh, how he would laugh if 'Stupid' Ran 'Worm'. That would make Wing Drills deliciously awkward.

Back in the clutch, the Sundown Egg had finally broken open, splitting neatly in two with the top half falling over to one side. Inside was a large green who seemed content to sit in the bottom of her shell and look around curiously. Her little wings flapped and she thrummed to herself, but when she gained no lift, the salamandyr visibly deflated. What was wrong with her that she could not fly? Looking highly distraught, she glanced around just in time to see the Dream Egg fall over and shatter into a million pieces.

Nonono, she scolded quietly, but not without a note of affection in her 'voice' as she addressed the newest hatchling. T'rid had said the word and she caught it, since it was simple and did not have many syllables. Nonono.

Climbing out of the shell fragments was a blue that could only be described as... chubby. His coloring was deep and vivid, sky blue with blue-violet spots, and there was enough of his hide to make that impossible to miss. Even compared to the large green still sitting in her shell, he looked downright huge, mainly because of the fact that he was on the bulky side. He looked around for a moment after hatching and stretched out, arching his back slightly before scrambling over to his green clutchsister's egg. Climbing onto his hindlegs, he pressed his front two against her shell and replied curiously, Nono?

No! she agreed (despite her word of choice) and promptly climbed out of her shell. It toppled under the weight of the blue salamandyr, who then jumped onto her back, making her squeak in surprise and delight. Nononononono! With the equivalent of salamandyr laughter, she squirmed forward, dragging her larger blue clutchbrother to the end of the table before nudging him off of her. Nono. No. Nonono. It was fairly clear they were having a conversation, and she had no problem standing up to look around when --

Flying! Flying!

Delighted, the little green jumped onto the nearest person's shirt, carefully climbing up their arm to their shoulder before making a flying leap to the next one. She repeated the process several times before throwing herself right at Charming - though, unfortunately, she missed and caught herself on Virast's shirt instead. Anything but dissuaded, she called out to the flying thing curiously, Nononono? Nonono? No! No no. Happy with herself, the green salamandyr turned to look up at Virast, climbing up his shirt in the process. And then she licked his chin, in a doubtless show of affection. Nono.

Nooooo. Distraught, the Dream Blue wiggled his tail and looked around at the people nearest to the clutch. His frill displayed slightly, then settled and he sulked, pointedly. None were close enough for his liking. Hmm, hmm... but - ah! Ferneth caught his attention, as he was close enough to the table to avoid too much of a walk, and the Dream Blue had no problem moving slowly across the table surface, speaking for his to hear. Nonononononono. If he could have spoken better, he probably would have been telling the candidate to pick him up. Like he really wanted to walk that far.

Back in the clutch, the Midnight Egg gave a vivid shutter before splitting down the side to reveal a glint of metallic hide - undeniably gold, and vivid enough to be seen against the black shell of the egg. Very little question of which salamandyr would hatch next...

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01. Eventide Egg Impressed: Green Toxicity to Nyskelu
02. Nightfall Egg Impressed: Brown Stupid to T'rid
03. Evening Egg Impressed: Blue Nuisance to E'rro
04. Dusk Egg Impressed: Green (?) to Rilyer
05. Sundown Egg Impressed: Green (?) to Virast
06. Sunset Egg Impressed: Blue (?) to Taelir
07. Darken Egg
08. Gloaming Egg Impressed: Green (?) to Piden
09. Darkness Egg Impressed: Brown (?) to R'fuin
10. Midnight Egg Cracked; gold hide showing
11. Fading Egg Impressed: Green Worm to S'rei
12. Lullaby Egg Impressed; Bronze (?) to Jermayan
13. Bedtime Egg Impressed: Blue Valient to Dorava
14. Dream Egg Impressed: Blue (?) to Ferneth

[glamourie]

Sundown Green - Looks to Virast

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Green #8CD6C9
Gender: Female

Appearance: Large is this green salamandyr, easily the size of a blue, and with a giant frill that makes her look like one big ball when she displays. Her entire body is long and lean, lithe and built for agility that would make even a feline jealous. Yet despite her large frill, she's ridiculously graceful, evidenced by the almost serpentine way this beauty manages to curl through the smallest crevices and corners. She literally looks as though she lacks any kind of legs at all, and this slender, whippy build will make this salamandyr an excellent swimmer. Her coloring will help make her swimming far from detrimental too - for this little green happens to be a rich sea-green with blueish undertones that, when she is caught by light, makes her look extremely aquatic. Small black spots, perfectly symmetrical, dot the line of her back, on either side of her ridges. The inside of her frill is a vivid blue-green that almost seems like a gemstone, faceted by vibrant high and low tones that make this salamandyr unforgettable and nothing short of beautiful. Coupled with her perfect proportions as far as legs, wings and eyes go, and this little female is a knock-out.

Personality: Simply put, there is no way to deny that this salamandyr is a sweetheart. She will be fond of remembering words that are compliments - given a choice she will stick with things like "pretty" and "sweetie" or other words ending in ie sounds, but she will always gravitate toward things that seem happier, kinder, softer somehow. She is an affectionate creature, and for a salamandyr, remarkably tolerant of firelizards and dragons alike. It won't be unusual for her to try to convince bronze firelizards to teach her to 'fly' as she will find them very fascinating, and dragons will be her favorite perch. Additionally, she loves to swim, and every free moment will be spent in water, writhing and squirming about if she can help it. As far as her treatment of Hers goes, she will be ridiculously fond of curling around her bonded's wrist and licking, little salamandyr-kisses and shows of affection. She's also a very good listener, good at remaining quiet when upset. This salamandyr literally embodies the concept of greens being lovers, for she loves attention, and she loves to be loved.

--

Dream Blue - Looks to Ferneth

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Blue #99CCFF
Gender: Male

Appearance: To put it gently, this blue is ... 'big boned'; the typical term applied to him is chubby. Though he is most definitely on the large side for a blue salamandyr, he is exceptionally thick and built bulky, thus granting a somewhat awkward look that can be both a deterrent and draw attention to him. This larger, more bulky build looks as though he might possess an unusual amount of stamina for a blue, but don't be fooled -- big or not, lazy is a term that fits this salamandyr, as well as out of shape; he is more likely to run out of steam fast due to the lack being used of physical exertion than anything else. His coloring is a vivid blue like the color of the sky at high noon, rich and with lighter patches not unlike swirls of clouds playing over his dazzling hide. Rich sapphire highlights play over his skin when the light hits it, adding luminiscence and giving him an almost 'glowing' appearance. To complete his decidedly 'pretty' coloring, this little blue has dozens of rich blue-violet spots on his back, large enough to be recognizable and perfectly aligned to one another on either side of his ridges. While not exactly allowing for camouflage, there can be no denying that this little fellow's unique.

Personality: Outgoing. That word describes this salamandyr's behavior best, for he is very fond of chit-chatting with anyone or thing that will listen to him. (And his conversation partners do not necessarily even need to be animate or living; he is perfectly happy, for example, to sit and chatter at a tree if the tree is what he feels like talking to.) Unfortunately, his idea of 'chit-chatting' is usually one or two words stated over and over again with different inflictions and he fully expects everyone listening to totally understand what he means and grows quickly frustrated when that is not the case. He has a particular fondness for broadcasting for all to hear, in hopes that someone will respond to him. This blue is also lazy and very fond of "hitching a ride" to get from place to place, be it by clinging to a random passerby's leg, or riding around on a dragon's tail; so long as it gets him where he needs to go, he's fine with it. Why put forth effort when he can accomplish his goals by other means? Some might even describe this salamandyr as deviously clever; he's certainly not unintelligent, despite a lack of eloquence in his manner of speech. Sneaky underhanded means are not beyond him when he wants something -- for better or worse, this little mandyr always achieves his goals.

[Ember]

Ferneth watched with a mix of amazement and amusement as the green and blue 'mandyrs talked to each other. They were silly little things, that was for sure. A tiny voice insinuated itself into his mind and he blinked. No? No what? He looked at the blue on the counter, wondering what it wanted with him. The 'mandyr's frill went up and he repeated himself, more or less. Nonononono! Smiling as he understood the demanding note in the voice. He grabbed a bowl of meat from a drudge and approached the salamandyr, his salamandyr.

He reached out a hand and the blue crawled onto it. Ferny stayed in that position, wondering if the blue would climb up. Nono. Nononono, the blue told him. His honestly expected him to move now? Silly human. Chuckling, Ferny moved back slowly, his 'mandyr laying on his hand with an open mouth. Obediently, Ferny fed the pieces of meat to the tiny lizard. They were so small! Meira did give that kind of impression, but he thought that she might be exaggerating. He heard some names being murmured and looked at the blue. "What do I call you?" he asked, but the prettily coloured 'mandyr was occupied with eating. He grabbed the blue's head gently to make him look at Ferneth. "I know! What about Sloth?" he asked. Oh sure, the name wasn't that pleasant but it fit.

The blue - now named Sloth - didn't mind. He just wanted another piece of food! Sloth chowed down while His looked around. Most of the greens belonged to guys...lovely. He hoped Sloth stayed slothful or else he may end up waking up next to a guy one morning. He shuddered at the thought. That was just...wrong. Utterly wrong. Sloth looked upwards and demanded more food. Would it always be more food? Ferneth pet the creature while he ate. Adorable little things.

[reqqy]

Salenth might have responded with some immediacy - although it was a touchy subject as it was, speaking of ReiMine in such a manner - had the bronzerider not been fully aware of Calistoth's question. Or, rather, K'lir's question through Calistoth. The bronze rarely had occasion to regret the fact that their bond was entirely open, but...His would throw a fit if he said anything. A fit. He quite carefully didn't think on Calistoth at all until ReiMine had found a place in his office, Worm's chanting of 'Laurie' lulling him into a half-doze. At the top of his game, he would have surely noticed Salenth's intentions anyway. But ReiMine wasn't at the top of his game, was he? That was rather the point.

Calistoth? he questioned, probing lightly. ReiMine didn't stir. Now that he'd responded to the green, he had no idea what to say. She was a young dragon, and Hers was a young rider. A Blizzard wingpair. He probably shouldn't be sharing anything at all. On the other hand, the bronzerider had made a big deal about his wing coming to him when they had issues. Was this not an issue that might effect his performance? Didn't ReiMine usually insist that things should go both ways? I'm...sorry. Please apologize to Yours as well for me. ReiMine is not himself. Major understatement there. The dragon's head snaked about, peering at the man. He was either asleep or very nearly so, but Salenth knew better than to believe ReiMine would remain that way for long; he rarely did, these days.

Now what to say? That ReiMine had mate problems? It is depression, the bronze finally decided. That was true enough. Aslath's was the main cause, but the bronzerider, once feeling down, tended to gather everything and dwell on it all...which was quite a bit to feel depressed about, apparently. Salenth would never understand humans. He does not sleep or eat much. For a month now. Reysalth's is trying to help push him to, but...so far not much luck. I'm sorry. ReiMine is terribly bratty when not getting enough sleep. There. If the man found out, he'd probably only just be annoyed. Then again, you never could tell with ReiMine nowadays.

At first it had amused him, the rift between His and Aslath's, but Salenth was growing more than just a little worried now, a month or two later.

[Kisha-Ra]

Oh, the green had Impressed, R’fuin noted, she couldn’t be that sick then. In fact she seemed so energetic that if she’d been eating R’fuin would have thought the green had choked on something, it was that kind of recovery.

The brown that escaped his shell to preen was an amusing little one; certainly the young salamandyr was confusing his sire with his mimicry. Well R’fuin was forced to agree with Showoff’s analysis as the brown somehow managed to make quite a loud blurrrrrpt! sort of noise at the bronze before testing out his wings and leaving the table to land and wander across the floor. These young ‘mandyrs were strange. Strange, strange, strange-mine. Strange mine. R’fuin looked down to find the brown salamandyr standing on his back legs, clearly waiting to be fed.

Nice trick he commented to the salamandyr, scooping his new pet up out of harms way. Nice trick. The brown repeated, standing up on his back legs again. He was very pleased that his new pet thought so much of him! Nice trick, strange, nice-strange nice mine, strange trick.[/I] He babbled cheerfully as R’fuin accepted a salamandyr sized portion of meat and thanked the drudge who brought it. It’s a very good trick. R’fuin reaffirmed holding meat out to the ‘mandyr.

Mine, who are you talking to? I am not doing tricks.[/color] Ylonth asked sleepily.

Our salamandyr. R’fuin answered, an amused smile creeping over his face as he did so.

Oh.[/color] R’fuin felt Ylonth draw away for a moment then return, confused. We don’t have a salamandyr.[/color] The blue pointed out, not quite up to making connections so soon after waking.

We do now. He does tricks, well one trick anyway. R’fuin sent his dragon the image of the brown salamandyr standing on his hind legs.

Trick! The salamandyr broke in, not to be left out of anything, especially not when someone was talking about him.

Hello Trick.[/color] Ylonth replied, slightly bemused. R’fuin just grinned and offered Trick more meat. Was he the first ‘mandyr named by a dragon?


Darya laughed outright at the mimicking brown salamandyr, not a lady’s giggle but a low chuckle. He certainly had some personality. Then humans took her attention again. So, T’rid had called his salamandyr Stupid? Well perhaps it fit since the creature had chosen someone who didn’t really seem to like him. She wondered for a moment if salamandyrs took plesure in bonding to people who objected to them, S’rei and now T’rid…

She dismissed the notion quickly, plenty of hatchlings were Impressing people who seemed perfectly happy to have them. It was clearly some kind of odd problem bronzeriders had. While she pondered this more salamandyrs hatched, conversed, and Impressed. Darya might have spent the rest of the hatching in thought if Imp hadn’t brought her attention back to the eggs by leaping up from her shoulder and flapping his wings slightly to stay airborne, now slightly above Darya’s head. Look! Shiny-pretty hatch! See? See? The bronze cried, clearly excited. Darya could see why, one of the cracking shells showed a glimmer of gold hide peeking through. Darya was probably not the only one to hold her breath but probably not for the same reason as most. This might very well by Perns second hatched queen salamandyr but she really didn’t want to Impress it. Having Imp participate in firelizard flights was bad enough, she dreaded to think what would happen if the new gold decided Darya was hers. Don’t you dare attract her attention when she gets out Imp. She warned. For once Imp listened, perching on Darya’s head to watch quietly.


O’dan’s eyes jumped in all directions as he tried to track every hatchling salamandyr. They moved pretty fast, for the most part anyway, O’dan’s eyes were on a blue that moved slowly away the nest and just stopped at the table’s edge, obviously waiting.

The kitchen was getting pretty noisy, what with people talking to salamandyrs and to each other, cooks wandering around in bewilderment, and the occasional shriek of an enraged salamandyr. Plus the salamandyrs were making noise on a purely mental level too. Whichever one was chattering about being stupid was probably correct.

Are you sure you want one?[/color] Emerith asked, not really seeing the attraction of the small creatures herself.. If it made O’dan happy…

Yes. Oh look, a queen! Another salamandyr queen! O’dan leaned forward to get a better view of the hide against the dark shell. It was clearly gold. O’dan kicked himself in the ankle to remind himself not to be too hopeful, there were a lot of people here and with only the gold and one other to hatch he probably wouldn’t Impress anything, again. Somehow though he couldn’t help being elated, another queen was great news. Except for people who didn’t like salamandyrs but there was just no helping some people.