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

[flupine]

Derrin snuck out of his room as quietly as possible, trying not to awaken Derrisk. Of course Derrisk was awake and watching Derrin very carefully but the poor boy did not realize that and Derrisk did not bother to correct him. Derrin was obviously on a mission and Derrisk still wanted to sleep, no reason to chase after Derrin right at this moment, let him have his fun for now because the boy would no doubt return to him soon enough. And then Derrisk could have his fun with Derrin. Later. Closing his eyes on that though Derrisk allowed Derrin to slip out of the room thinking that he was unnoticed.

And Derrin wasted no time getting to where he was going. He had heard the call much earlier for the Dael's clutch but fearing that he would anger Derrisk, Derrin had made the wise decision to ignore the call but who could resist a hatching? At first Derrin had lain awake on his side, just watching Derrisk but soon he began flipping back and forth, twisting and turning and wriggling about which was when Derrisk had woken up. Derrin held his breathe waiting for him to fall asleep again and the moment he did, Derrin sat up. Okay, so he would just go take a peep. Just a little look, to see what the babies looked like. No hopes no wants, all he would do is take a quick look at the babies and leave. That would be it. Yep. That was it, nothing else. Just a look. And once the decision, it was made and Derrin acted as quickly as possible.

Which was why he was actually running across the Weyr tryign to reach the Mainhall as fast as possible which sent him stumbling quite a few times as it was inevitable since such a clumsy boy was running. And when he finally entered the Main hall it was all Derrin could do to take a breathe and get control of himself, stop his huffing and try to return the color of his face to it's normal pale shade instead of the bright berry color it had become while running. He couldn't simply run into the middle of a Hatching huffing and puffing all bright red and wild eyed, now could he? He could but didn't want to. Pulling himself upright and trying to walk with as much dignity as he could muster Derrin hurried to join the small crowd gathered together. Rushing over he tried to remain calm.

Walk slowly, old boy, slowly. Be dignified. Be elegant. Be responsible.... OH NO ALL THE EGGS WERE HATCHED!

Giving up relatively quickly on his mantra of being careful and dignified, Derrin fell into his own personal whirlpool of disappointment. He had been so worried about Derrisk and his reaction that he had stay indecisive. AND HE HAD MISSED THEW WHOLE SHARDING HATCHING?! Why was this happening to him. He had been looking forward to this ALL night, all night. Whatever if the hatching had not been all night. It didn't even matter at this point. ALL NIGHT. Heartbroken at the thought of missing the Hatching and how poor Derrin did adore Hatchings, all because of Derrisk. Yet again he missed out on somethign wonderful. it was enough to break Derrin. A tear leaked out of his eye as he leaned forward and caught sight of something. They weren't all hatched....? No? There were two more? Not that he wanted one, that would be greedy when he had Derrisk. Well that and life with Derrisk probably wouldn't be very pleasant for the poor creature but he could at least watch!!!! Sniffing a little to pull back the few tears that still managed to roll down his face, Derrin set his full attention to watching, completely forgetting his manners and not greeting the people around him and even the clutchmother and Hers. How terribly rude, Derrin would surely be distraught when he realized this.

Something however drew Derrin's attention away from the Hatching and had him eyeing everyone questioningly. something had happened. He heard S'rei's name mentioned on a whisper and shot the speaker a dark look, still remembering Shmee crying on his shoulder after all, couldn't just jump into bed with the enemy. And Derrin could hear someone whispering in the back, was that Celeyn? That might be her name. And the girl leaned forward to whisper to him. "S'rei's pants fell down, he showed his naked butt to everyone, can you believe it?" With rounded eyes in awe, Derrin looked back to S'rei in a comical way, his head slowly rotating from Celeyn to look around for S'rei. "For real? He did? Ewww!"

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Just because I don't want to leave her out of a chance to post her......


Celeyn is here and acting sullen even though she secretly is not. And is laughing at S'rei.

[ravenmane]

As the Hatching progressed, Taelir found his mind drifting from what was happening. It felt almost like Benden except that the Bronzerider wasn’t turning the faces of the Bluerider and Greenrider into mush. Nope. He instead chucked things at the two young men, and one of his “weapons” had landed near the clutch. When the Queen decided to attack the man, Taelir watched with avid interest. Because of his origins, the man still held a grudge towards the Bronzerider rank, and here was a Bronzer getting attacked by a small Queen. Oh how Taelir reveled in the man’s pitied the rider for his…..problem, but he was quickly distracted when a lazy but insistent voice sounded in his head. Out out out! Taelir automatically looked at a pale Blue salamandyr sitting beside the soufflé pan. Out out? With a glance at the commotion nearby, Taelir quietly walked up to the clutch and gently picked up the salamandyr. OutOutOutOut…OUT! “Be quiet, Lazy-Bum.” Lazy-Bum? Lazy-Bum out! OUT! Taelir looked at the ‘mandyr with annoyance as he quickly found a drudge with some food. Lazy-Bum… Food? Foodfoodfood outoutoutoutoutout… “No, your name isn’t Lazy-Bum. It’s--” Lazy-Bum. Lazy-Bum insisted, but his voice was not very insistent. “Fine, but I’m calling you LB.” The Wherhandler relented as he retreated to a far corner in the Kitchens. He did not want another pet.

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With each passing moment, Sk’ler sank a little lower in his seat. It was horrifying to witness what was occurring in the Kitchens especially when his Wingleader happened to be S’rei. Although he knew the Bronzerider was pretty fair, the young man could only think about the possibility of S’rei holding a grudge against him for even witnessing this. Of course, the man was exactly paying attention to anyone except the people in charge of the Hatching, and one of them happened to be another of Sk’ler’s Wingmates. Oh why had he come here? He could have just stayed at his weyr a while longer? Mine? Are you alright? Aw, Triniath had finished his nap. Finally… No. S’rei mooned everyone, and now K’lir and a bunch of other people are bothering him. He also Impressed a Green ‘mandyr. Oh dear… Sk’ler could tell that Triniath was remembering what Ciara had said of Green ‘mandyr Runs and that made the Brownrider want to crawl off and hide somewhere. Maybe he could snatch a cup of klah and disappear without anyone being the wiser. As he made his way to a nearby pitcher of klah, Sk’ler could only hope that his “plan” would work.

[neeuqtar]

Uu'n cocked his head to the side and thought, tossing his hair out of his eyes once again. Yes, the tongue was about the right length, but it would need a little modification first. Maybe the glasscrafter could help; otherwise, he'd just save up for the Gather and have the metalcrafters there fix him something. Hopefully nothing too shiny, as he didn't want to be given away by the glint of a nipple ring, of all things. Not when he'd gone to so much work to carve bone buckles for Adith's riding straps!

"That looks like it would work," he agreed aloud, taking the belt buckle and tucking it into his belt-pouch, which unfortunately now had no belt and was sitting on the table. "I think I'll get it modified though." Dael, can I have an earring? he asked the gold, who was currently in a very good mood. She grabbed one of Ka'rys' stolen earrings, a gold ring with a jet bead, and darted over, proffering the gift. Thanks darling, Uu'n replied, taking her gift and examining it.

"Think it'll make a good temp, K'lir?" Uu'n asked with a raised brow, already threading it through. Luckily he was going a tad numb, or it would really have hurt. And luckily gold wouldn't infect the wound, though he'd probably have to go have Kalierre check it out. The very idea made him glad. He hadn't seen Kalierre for a while... though he'd heard from Adith that some guy named K'von was sharing her bed, which dampened his enthusiasm a bit, though he wasn't entirely sure why.

Dael went back to her mate and purred at him, glad that he was such a good father and Clutch-guard! It was, after all, why she'd picked him over Lust. And he gave her such pretty presents! At the sight of her golden daughter, Dael chirped enthusiastically. Look! Gold beauty mine! she cried excitedly to Uu'n and Showoff, even bleeding over to Adith. Uu'n smirked.

"Looks like I won't be the only one breeding these beasties anymore," he said in a teasing tone of voice, though to whom he wasn't sure. He took the shirt from K'lir and shook it out, sighing when he saw the blood. "Guess I have to go get another one," he grumped. "Shells, and I was just getting breakfast." Is it dark yet, Adith? he inquired of the dragon.

Almost, the dragon responded. It will be dark enough for me in fifteen minutes or so. Uu'n sent a mental affirmative.

"Have any plans?" he asked K'lir. "Adith and I found a small island off the coast last week and thought we'd explore it tonight."

You're actually asking him to come with us?

You wanted me to! Uu'n teased back.

True... but Calistoth might want to come, the dragon said distastefully.

I guess you'll have to be nice to her, then, Uu'n snickered at his dragon. Calistoth was notorious; her outburst was more proof of her rather unpleasant temperament. But at least he wouldn't be directly dealing with her if K'lir came!

[glamourie]

Oh! OH! Salenth. Calistoth lifted her head slightly at the sound of the bronze's 'voice' and listened, intently, before lashing her tail again. I will tell Lirmine and tell him to tell Adith's as well, she replied simply. He should eat and sleep more. Shall I tell Lirmine that he is not eating and sleeping? I am sure he would be eager to help. He thinks Yours has some kind of sickness of the mind. He says this is not like him at all and it worries him a little. Right now though he is still angry because of the little bronze nuisance. She waited a beat, then added, I don't think Yours is going to get his belt buckle back, Salenth. Lirmine normally returns them but --- he acts different around Adith's. There was no small amount of agitation in her 'voice' as she replied, but it wasn't because of Salenth. No, she simply did not like having to share K'lir with anyone. She should have always been the most important thing in his life. Always. She detested Thoth's, too, though she liked Thoth well enough. Probably because he adored her, though.

Without waiting for a response from Salenth, Calistoth passed the message along to K'lir, who froze slightly as he listened. But he did not speak; he would talk to Uu'n when the kitchens weren't so crowded, and new people were arriving enough as it was. He shook his head, then thanked the green, though all he got in response was blatant agitation. She did not like being woken up, and he wasn't entirely sure he could blame her. It would all be over soon though and she could go sleep. That thought, he knew, reassured her -- it was probably the only thing that did. He sighed to himself - then turned back to Uu'n.

That looked familiar... "Is that one of the Weyrleader's earrings again?" An accusing look was shot at Showoff, who simply preened pleasantly. The salamandyr took a perverse delight in picking on those who left themselves open to it through tantrums and other off behavior. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn't entirely sure that was not something that was learned, either. K'lir was the same way. "I think it will work. It might just be long enough..." He watched in interest, before adding, "Shouldn't you clean it first, though?" But - already done, so, no real point. He shook his head slowly. "I hope you don't get an infection of some kind. That's a real awkward place to explain." Not to mention uncomfortable if it actually became infected.

A surge of delight made K'lir blink twice and he glanced back at the clutch in time to see Showoff preening happily. Baby Dael! Baby Dael. Pretty pretty, he complimented, climbing around the edge of the pan some more. Then he cooed over to Dael. Almost pretty Dael.

"Looks that way," he agreed softly, rubbing his head. "Could he be anymore pleased with himself?" The last part was muttered, and he glanced over at Dael and Showoff again. Though... he supposed they had a right to be insufferably happy. Queens were always on the rare side. Uu'n caught his attention by moving the shirt and he grinned weakly, "Well, you could also just always go topless..."

Wait, plans? K'lir raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly to regard Uu'n, before glancing at Showoff. "Not really. Calistoth's just fed this morning, so she's going to be out for awhile. Hence her being grouchier than usual." He motioned vaguely in the direction of his weyr for emphasis. "If S'rei hadn't made such a dunghead of himself, I was going to ask if I could take the belt buckle back to him - I try to return Showoff's stolen things, when I find them - but... I have very little sympathy for him, despite Salenth's explanation." He lowered his voice, then added, "Remind me to tell you what Salenth told Calistoth, after everyone clears out?" Without waiting for a reply, he tacked on, "Exploring an island? ... You're not trying to run away, are you?" It was teasing, and meant to be, but the fact that he was talking to Uu'n made Showoff trill in delight. He glanced at the salamandyr and twitched slightly. "Stop it, you..."

Again, the Midnight Egg shuddered, with vicious enough force that several larger cracks showed. Light gold hide was prominently visible, and through one of the cracks slipped a long, whiplike tail that twitched several times. Then, all at once, the tail thrashed, splitting the egg into a thousand pieces most effectively. The hatchling queen inside spilled out and rolled over, landing on her stomach with her legs sprawled out at her sides awkwardly. Even at hatching, she was large, undeniably so. Her little wings spread out and stretched, twice, before falling back into place, and her frill followed suit, before she managed to stand up and start preening herself casually. Only once she had daintily removed all of the egg shell fragments from her shell did she turn around and look at the remaining egg, and the people at the hatching. Her frill flared again, but there was no hissing, no growling and no sign of aggression from her. Nor any eagerness to climb out of the nest.

Perhaps this was fortunate, as the Darken Egg chose that moment to roll over into the side of the pan and break, spilling forth a brown-black salamandyr that rolled over and lashed his tail in immediate agitation. Around he looked, before skirting away from his clutchsister. His frill flared at her, and he lashed his tail again, before climbing up and out of the pan when she did not immediately back away. The Darken Brown did not appear to notice that the Midnight Queen was staring after him as he prowled over the surface of the table, then down one of the sides. Across the ground her scampered, tail flicking animatedly, actually hitting at least two people in the ankles, before he finally stopped and jumped right onto Celeyn's foot and curled up.

For real, the salamandyr repeated, with a note of disapproval in his voice. His words were for Celeyn and Celeyn alone. NakedButt for real.

Still watching her clutch brother, the Midnight Queen fluttered one wing, then shook her head. So strange. She climbed to her feet, shuffling daintily over the egg shell fragments, before climbing up onto the side of the souffle pan. With a delicate flip of her wings, she glided off the edge and landed in an impressive show of grace on the table. Happily, she flicked her tail and shuffled to the edge, then jumped forward and glided on little wings. She landed daintily, first on K'lir, then onto someone behind him, half-gliding the entire way, before she found her way to the back of the group. On Zolten's shoulder she landed, then scurried down to his wrist, before curling her tail possessively around two of his fingers.

Mine tonight. No further explanation was offered, but as the words were for Zolten alone, it left little question to whom she looked. Hers, tonight and forever.

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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 Lazy-Bum to Taelir
07. Darken Egg Impressed: Brown (?) to Celeyn
08. Gloaming Egg Impressed: Green (?) to Piden
09. Darkness Egg Impressed: Brown Trick to R'fuin
10. Midnight Egg Impressed: Gold (?) to Zolten
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 Sloth to Ferneth

[glamourie]

Darken Brown - Looks to Celeyn

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Brown #673800
Gender: Male

Appearance: Average-sized and built slender, this salamandyr is positively precious in appearance. He has well-proportioned limbs with surprisingly large wings for his species, and a particularly elegant tail that appears as though it was designed specifically to twist and turn to emphasize his moods - particularly anger. Whip-like, his tail is quick and deadly accurate, and it will be a perfect weapon for exercising dislike; far better than biting, by far. His coloring is exceptional, resembling leaves at autumn, a rich reddish-brown hue that encompasses most of his body, while his tail and legs are all brushed with darker, almost chocolatey shades. Dozens of minuscule spots cover his entire body in a shade of brown close to honey, adding a vibrant third dimension to his coloration. When hit by light just right, his entire hide shines with a golden-brown hue that could nearly be mistaken for metallic. The only real flaw this salamandyr's body has is that his under belly is a very plain shade of brown-black, but coupled with the vivid hues of the rest of his hide, even that seems to stand out and mark him as unique.

Personality: Temperamental and broody is this brown, prone to long bouts of silence. It is very easy to annoy him (cue tail lashing) and also very easy to make him pout - especially if his ego is threatened. Despite being a brown, he most certainly acts more like a bronze, and is particularly fond of bossing around the lesser colors if he can help it. He also tends to spend a lot of time sulking when he doesn't get his way, resulting in him pointedly ignoring all around him. This moody behavior, however, does not typically apply to His, who he is exceptionally possessive of. He does not like to share in any sense of the word and is not above biting to emphasize his point - be it other salamandyrs, dragons, firelizards, or people. Whatever it takes to get the job done. If the biting doesn't work, he wields his tail like a deadly accurate weapon, flicking it with strength enough to bruise or tear flesh. Despite that, he treats His with a ridiculous amount of love and affection, frequently lavishing physical attention on his humanpet whenever they are around one another. His favorite words are often compliments, spoken only to the person he likes the most: His. Secrets aren't meant to be shared, after all!

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Midnight Queen - Looks to Zolten

Species: Salamandyr
Color: Gold #EEF28E
Gender: Female

Appearance: Large is this salamandyr, likely to become the size of a firelizard green at full growth. Her build is impressive, slender and strong, and she possesses a sturdy pair of wings that hints at Runs to be remembered; no doubt this one will attract bronze firelizards quite often. Despite her size, though, there is nothing bulky or masculine about this little queen; from the angles of her ridges and her facial structure to the delicate curve of her tail and legs, this little queen is definitely feminine, though with a predatory grace. Her coloring is nothing to scoff at, either. She is primarily a fine light gold color, undeniably pale. Along her ridges and on the edges of her wings is a darker gold, while she has an almost rose-gold edging around her eyes that brings emphasis to them. Her hide possesses a dazzling luster like the sun rising over the horizon and when she Runs, she will be nothing short of blinding. Her little wingsails and her frill are both the lightest shade of gold imaginable, almost transparent, though there is no mistaking the metallic sheen that sets her apart and marks her unique.

Personality: If queens are supposed to be snobs, this little one is broken - for no part of her is snobby. In fact, this salamandyr is downright friendly, likely to approach people, mandyr, firelizard and dragon alike and get to chattering away. She's outgoing, with no problem talking to anyone who will talk back to her (expect frequent broadcasting), and she is exceptionally eloquent in her speech; one might even forget she's a salamandyr if they're not paying close attention. She is also polite and patient, which will make her excellent for dealing with children and hatchlings... which is good, since this little one will prefer children and hatchlings to be her companions. After she clutches she is very likely to follow the hatchlings around just to make sure that they are being cared for properly. Friendly as she is, she will be highly inclined to spend time with creatures that aren't necessarily salamandyrs; firelizards will be her frequent companions. She is also in no way possessive, though this comes from the confidence she has in herself: she knows she's spectacular, so why get jealous when no one can compare? Hers will be treated with utmost consideration and fondness. Cuddling and affection are not unusual for her. While most salamandyrs are difficult or bratty, she is neither, and she has little in the way of expectations for treatment. As long as hers is kind to her, she will always be nothing short of sweet. When angered, she is more inclined to hide until she's calmed down, rather than bite. As an unusual quirk, though, this salamandyr's favorite food is cooked, seasoned meat chunks: expect her to want it a lot.

[flupine]

Celeyn was not really aware of what was going on at the moment; oh sure, there were some Salamandyrs hatching but as she had watched the entire hatching up until that point she had grown tired of it. It was always a thrill a minute watching a Hatching but so was teasing Derrin and the shocked expression on his face was simply too much for the gossip hound inside her to resist. And she did not even bother trying. Reveling in being the first to expose S’rei embarrassing moment to Derrin, Celeyn leaned a bit closer to his ear whispering loudly. ”For real. Definitely for real, naked butt and all, he tripped and fell.”

Glancing up when everyone became a little tenser as they leaned forward toward the Clutch, Celeyn’s eyes caught sight of the Golden glint and smile. It was just one of those moments when everyone tended to sigh and smile, it was ingrain in her Weyrbred bones, that a Queen no matter what size was always a good sign. Nodding in acknowledgement of the Gold, Celeyn leaned back towards Derrin to begin chattering but only a few words escaped before she paused again to glance up towards the next-and last Hatchling. A brown, not impressive in itself with egg goo still stuck to it but it was the last Hatchling and that deserved a little recognition as such. Eyeing it individually, it was a handsome creature, even metallic looking, maybe it was a really dark bronze? But taking it into perspective next the larger Queen mandyr, it was easy enough to tell that it was a Brown. Glad that the Hatching was over and she had managed to escape unscathed, Celeyn breathed once more in Derrin’s ear.

”Well, they’re lovely hatchlings, aren’t they? But they surely must be silly creatures, after all one did Impress to S’rei. And he has nothing more to expose of himself. No wonder Shmee wanted him.” Noting the look of scathing anger on Derrin’s face, Celeyn rocked back on her heels. She had doen it again, said the wrong thing to the wrong person and now he was angry at her too. Thing like this seemed to forever be happening when Celeyn was involved. Rolling that through her mind and trying to think of the different situations where the same thing seemed to happen to her, Celeyn noticed that several pairs of eyes were tracking across the floor towards her. Oh come on, give it a break , she hadn’t said anything that awful. But it wasn’t her words that attracted attention, it was a small Brown Hatchling that suddenly attached itself to her leg.
What in the Sharding…… For real. Naked Buttforreal.
Oh Faranth. No. Not one of these creatures, what was wrong with it, didn’t it realized that the Weyr in general avoided her like a disease? Foglith would be simply be overjoyed. What was she going to do, trying to take care of Foglith and… and this thing?
For real. Feed me for real.

And it needed to be fed now too? And named probably. Food and name all at once and Celeyn could not even think beyond what Foglith would say. Gloat most likely and walk around smug. The little Green wasn’t happy unless she was pushing Celeyn to involve herself with other people in some kind of way. And now children would probably be running up wanting to pet on the Mandyr. Children loved Mandyrs, didn’t they? They liked firelizards. Oh no. And she knew nothing about these… these things… they were basically like fireliards, right? Ate, slept and were annoying? What do you want to eat… err…. errrrr….eeerrrrr….eeeerrrrr…. for real… errr. [b”You say ‘for real’ a lot, you know that?”[/b] for real. Okay… a strange beginning. But hdid look kind of cute, all small and tiny curled around her leg. And Foggy would just love him, for real. ”Well… I am not naming you for real so… real? Umm no. Reality. Yes, you will be reality since you umm… are ‘real’ and everything. So how about some food?”[/size]

[kysseh]

Virast leaned both left and right to try to get a better view. So many tall people were in his way! The boy frowned wildly, only vaguely paying attention to flying creatures, flying objects, and lots of yelling. He wanted to see the 'mandyrs, but his silly big sister kept holding him back. He glared up at her and moved as if to go investigate, but her hand slapped against his chest to keep him from blundering right into the middle. In a moment, he sobered enough to realize that this was a bad idea. Still, he wanted to see! He made faces at the backs of the people in front of them as if that act alone could induce them to part before his gaze. It wasn't working. Clearly, he lacked Savitri's mildly intimidating presence.

Charming chirruped and nosed at his fingers, crooning low in his throat in an attempt to entice His into offering forth another tidbit. These little screaming things had the boy distracted, but Virast was still kindly feeding him... when he remembered. The brown flit just nuzzled and nosed until the boy complied... or he did the bad sneaky thing and resorted to snagging another mouthful if Virast just took too long. The flit scarcely minded, though. Virast had just offered another piece, and Charming nibbled daintily at it, letting His continue to hold it. The boy needed the workout, didn't he?

Suddenly, a conversation held Virast's attention, and while Charming continued to nibble, the boy stared as he caught a brief glimpse of a hatching blue and green pair. They seemed to be conversing with only the word 'no', and the boy gave a rare grin as the little green carried her fat clutchbrother--who was riding on her back--to the end of the table. Then she stood up, and he let slip a giggle as she hopped onto the nearest person. Person-hopping! That looked fun, and Charming chirped in agreement, still nibbling on his tidbit.

Then the green made a flying leap for him and attached herself to his shirt at his chest. She appeared to be speaking to Charming who paused in his eating to just stare as the green insistently called Nonono! to him. It was... undoubtedly something curiously affectionate, though, so Virast had to wonder if she just fixated on words. But... oh, then she was licking him! His smile widened to nearly unbelievable, and he excitedly reached nudged Savitri with one elbow. "Look, Vivi, look!" he said, while his sister merely chuckled.

Vivi? Viiiiiiiiii.... the 'mandyr cooed before she insistently crawled further up his shirt to his shoulder and squeezed her body between Charming's brown body and Virast's neck. Comfy... now she was touching them both! She alternated between nuzzling Charming and licking at Virast's neck, looking absolutely delighted with her new situation. "You're adorable. I should call you... Vivi. No... that's Savi. But no... no... Novi! It's a cute name," Virast babbled happily aloud with his usual lack of regard as to whether the names could be considered odd or not. He liked the name. Her first word was 'no', and she was nice like Savi was. Novi! It made perfect sense. "Novi?" Cutecutenocutenono! Novi replied happily, licking his ear with evident affection.

The brown flit was not quite sure what to make of his new friend at first, and then he chirped in polite greeting, tilting his head from one side to the other as he stared down at Novi. Well... if His liked her, then she couldn't be so bad. He crooned and nosed the 'mandyr and then His. Food, right? They wanted food! Virast obeyed with two bits of meat, and both flitter and 'mandyr daintily took the tidbits to nibble, while Novi continued making attempts at conversation with her humanpet and flitterpet so that all Virast could hear was varying repeats of the words 'no' and 'cute'. He giggled. She needed a new word to fixate on, but he wanted to feed her first... and pet her, which she permitted as she ate. How cute! Now he was doubly lucky! Hopefully, Fish would not find this offensive...

[Ruby]

Piden was more concerned with the drama caused by S'rei and the Clutchparents by the time the Gloaming Egg hatching. Not that he could see the clutch well anyway, with this many people around. A whiff of the little Salamandyr's spit up, however, managed to waft his direction... and then, she latched onto his leg. EateateatEateateat?! she demanded, pausing in her mental bombardment to eye Piden's toe, then take a big, tasty bite. Unfortunately, she chose the big toe, and couldn't quite get a good grip, so her teeth just slipped and her mouth slammed shut. EATEATEAT! was her response to this indignity, and she scurried around Piden's leg, and up to his shoulder. She would have continued up to the top of his head and back down, but now that she was out of the shadow of the table something made her pause.

RED. HAIR. ... maybe?

She froze in horror, unsure if Hers was indeed a redhead. It was brownish... but also reddish too! He might be unacceptable, like the bigredhair she had seen first. She twisted up her courage and darted up his neck, making Piden shiver uncontrollably, and made her decision. It was brown enough. The Salamandyr shivered a little too, trying to keep down the contents of her stomach (or lack thereof) in light of this new almost-fear. But RedHers was HERS, and he was good enough.

Piden, meanwhile, had been locating food. As soon as the little girl got up in his hair, the Wherling hopped off the table and grabbed some meat from a pasing tray, earning him a "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" from the Drudge he had targeted. Piden then reached up into the shag at the back of neck, detached the Salamandyr, and held the meat in front of her face. Too bad the Drudge was still going by... the red-haired drudge. The little green, who Piden was still holding tight around the waist, screeched aloud, thrashing at Hers' hand as she caught sight of it. Piden bit back a yell, dropping the meat on the counter he'd just vacated and grabbing the scruff of her neck with his now-free other hand as she retched and flailed. As soon as the drudge ducked back into the crowd, though, the 'mandyr seemed to have forgotten the whole episode. She darted down to the table, grabbed the abandoned meat, and climbed up the inside of Piden's shirt, screaming EEEEEAT! as she went.

Piden watched the drudge dissapearing into the crowd, and made the connection. "Don't like red hair, do you, creature?" he asked the quivering lump in the side of his shirt. Redred? came the response, and the Greeen ducked out of Piden's collar, making him shudder slightly as she caught a ticklish spot on his neck. But a sudden thought made him laugh. "Red it is then, little one. Ironic enough, don't you think?" Red screeched in fury, unhappy with her new name, and returned to her spot under Piden's shirt, safe from the bigscaries.