Shards & Shells [WILDERNESS HATCHING]

[Avu]

Oh, look. More people. T’rid didn’t bother hiding the vague thoughts as to why exactly they looked so delighted—this wasn’t a dragon Hatching. If that was so, their excitement might have been a bit easier to swallow. I hate you, he said sourly to Corinth, although the bronze’s widely broadcasted excitement was lifting his mood forcibly. It was a very odd thing to know you ought to be feeling miserable, and yet want to jump for joy. Such emotional confusion did not help T’rid in the slightest as he watched silently as the Hidden Prey Egg Hatched into a green, who promptly began to call for food. Greedy little gluttons, fire lizards were, T’rid decided.

Then the Seclusion Egg set a blue down. T’rid got one flash of the blue hide before it…well, to him it looked rather as if he’d just fallen. The next second, something was eating the meat he’d brought with him, swallowing it too much and too fast. The Bronzerider stared in blank astonishment as Corinth bugled again in delight, and then automatically felt the love of the Bond. Oh, great. He stooped, putting the bowl onto the ground and leaning his back against the wall, to better—under Corinth’s harsh instruction—stop the blue from choking himself.

“Stop—stop it. Glutton.” He ended up seizing the blue around the middle, since apparently self-control was not a virtue yet learned, and holding the fire lizard tightly against him, ignoring the squeals as he carefully fed one square chunk at a time. “Chew,” he added in a low growl, and the blue flashed him one look of reprimand before obediently doing so. I like him, Corinth said happily. You would, T’rid replied shortly, before realizing he had to name the blue. He rocked back on his heels, wiping his bloodied hand on his tunic—it would have to be thoroughly scrubbed later to remove the scent of blood, not to mention the stains of egg goop—and considered the blue.

If he had to give a one-word description to the blue’s physical appearance, it would have been unhesitatingly ‘stumpy.’ But that was no name for a fire lizard, as Corinth firmly stated. He needed a good name. A unique name. Sending an obscenity to the bronze, T’rid considered the blue, who was now staring at him. Not intently, but rather vaguely, as if he had nothing better to do than stare at his new Bonded…a snicker broke from T’rid. He liked this blue’s attitude. He had been under the impression a fire lizard would be completely out of hand, but no. Perhaps he could get along with a fire lizard.

Can I name him? Corinth asked eagerly. Heck, sure. I’d probably name him Glutton anyway. Oh, do me a favor and tell him his name, too, can’t you? The bronze agreed excitedly, considered a moment, and then pronounced, His name is Mir. Mir? T’rid contemplated it. Not a bad name—easy to remember, when all was said and done, and it didn’t seem that the blue deserved a very meaningful name anyway. “You are Mir,” he informed the blue solemnly. The vaguely whirling eyes seemed to focus on him, and the lizard chirped in assent before starting and staring out of the Weyr at Corinth, who was telling him, We share Ridmine. I am Corinth, yes? You are Mir. That is T’rid.

The fire lizard regarded him solemnly for a long moment, gave a soft hum, and closed his eyes as he draped himself into T’rid’s arms, quite uninterested in talking to the big dragon. He doesn’t seem very fun, Corinth pouted. Well, I like him. So that’s all that matters. Do I still have to stay around? He so wanted to get back to his Weyr and drop Mir on the bed and let him sleep himself out while he, T’rid, got himself washed and his tunic washed. It’s rude to leave. Besides, you might Impress another. T’rid sighed, standing slowly as he shifted Mir to one arm, picking up the bowl of meat with the other, before resuming his previous position, leaning on the wall.

[Ruby]

As'lin
As'lin and Stillith had been cuddled up in the Barracks, napping. They'd been up before dawn, or at least As'lin had- we was still sleeping poorly, and figured he could get an early start on chores. He'd only lasted about an hour before heading back to snuggle in with his Blue, determined to get another few hours before finishing up. Stillith had been fine with it... except that the two were still sleeping when the bronze voice touched the blue's mind, gently waking them both.

Mine, Minoath says the little dragons are hatching, if you would like one. I think I would like one... Stillith mused, yawning hugely.

As'lin roused himself, flattening his hair as he sat up. Anything for you, my love, he replied, yawning too. He stretched, got up, pulled on a pair of comfortable pants and a loose shirt, and tucked his feet into slip-on shoes. At least it'll get me out of chores for another hour or so, he added, stepping sideways out the door.

And so it was that As'lin arrived, a bit late, sliding into the back of the room with a bit of raw meat he'd filched from the kitchens. He slid in behind a few shorter girls, hoping that the flits would see him and perhaps even choose him, even though he wasn't in the first row of admirers. He offered the meat he held half-heartedly to the Brown, not sure what he was supposed to do at a firelizard hatching.

Raila
Raila, too, was busy with chores. Her whole life these days seemed to be chores... but then again, when had it ever been any different? So it was a welcome surprise when a voice touched her mind, leaving her with the impression of the Gold Flirelizard hatching that had been announced some weeks before. At the time, Ralia had immediately decided that she would attend, and so she was glad to get a reminder of sorts.

She headed towards the Dragonrider's Apartments, stopping by the Candidate Barracks to pick up the packet of dried fish she had begged off a cook as soon as she'd heard. She knew that raw meat was probably better, but this way she wouldn't have to bother the kitchen staff at an odd hour or anything- this way she was prepared. If a little darling (Raila had to stifle a laugh at her unintentional pun) chose her, she would get them raw meat right away, but this way at least she had something to work from.

She, too, slid in quietly, trying not to draw attention to the fact that she'd arrived after the hatching had begun. Raila, of course, managed to fanagle a front-row spot, offering the eggs and the one unimpressed flit the dried fish and a wide-eyed, loving and beeseeching look.

Kemma
As usual, the Candidatemaster was at her desk. Kemma was shuffling papers, writing things, sorting and alphebetizing like her life depended on it. Now that the Wher hatching was complete, she had to totally re-arrange classes and chores to make up for the empty spaces. She grumbled quietly about searchriders not bringing in enough Candidates, and making more work for her. Of course, new Candidates would mean more work too...

Mellith stirred on her ledge, trying to get her rider's attention. Kemma had been too wrapped up in her work, and had missed Minoath's summons, but Mellith liked the idea of a Flit. She'd never have children of her own, and maybe a tiny dragon could fill the gap in her life. So she mentally (and physically after a bit) poked her rider into compliance, directing Kemma to the Bronzerider's quarters where the clutch was hatching.

Belatedly, both Kemma and Mellith realized neither of them had any meat to offer the little ones. Too late to go by the kitchens now, though! So Kemma headed back and grabbed the remains of her breakfast, picking apart a roll to get the meaty bits out of the middle. It wasn't much, and it was mixed in with some bread, but if Kemma knew anything about Hatchings, she figured it would do if the baby was hungry enough. She, too, took a back-row place in the room, waiting to see if others would move back out of the way after they'd impressed.

[boober]

This was much better; the little ones seemed to be Impressing now instead of flying off. Just because he couldn’t stop them from leaving didn’t mean that C’lryn liked to see them go. He wanted to know that his baby’s babies were going to be well cared for. In the wild, anything could and often did happen, which was why, even though he was vaguely surprised that T’rid managed to Impress, C’lryn gave the other bronze rider a nod of congratulations anyway. The blue was a somewhat odd looking little fellow but at least he would be taken care of. He’d better be, anyway. C’lryn was a very laid back individual, but he did have his buttons, one of which was mistreatment of flitters. Or of anything, really. He could show an uncharacteristically surly side in such situations.

Another flitter Impressed, a green this time, and this pleased C’lryn even more; hopefully the rest of the clutch would bond to people as well. The brown that hatched next brought a smile to C’lryn’s face. How cute. He wondered absently where Rielana was and why she was missing the Hatching. Even if she wasn’t looking to Impress, surely she still would have enjoyed spectating, just as he was. But his thoughts were interrupted when several latecomers entered his weyr. It was Raila who caught his attention as she went out of her way to approach the shelf and actually shove meat at the hatched brown, which was a considerable feat in itself since the shelf that the diligent Darling had laid her clutch upon was slightly above C’lryn’s head, and he was no short stack. Before he could even unfold his legs, however, Darling uttered a sound somewhere between a whistle and a croon, flapping her wings fretfully as Raila’s hand appeared over the edge of the shelf, startling the baby brown.

Darling shot forward, wasting no time even as the Whispering Grasses Brown shrieked and scuttled off the shelf, the clinging bits of shell forgotten. There was a moment of chaos as the hatchling fled and his obviously outraged mother leaped at the hand invading her nest. The brown in question fluttered across the room, clearly upset, before plopping heavily onto Virast’s shoulder and panting, flapping his wings weakly to keep his balance. He creeled, still anxious about what had happened. But oh! He was hungry! He was /starving!/ Would his new bonded comfort him, then perhaps give him something eat? The clutch was forgotten completely as the little brown edged closer to the lad’s neck, curling his tail over Virast’s shoulder. Darling was still giving Raila what for; no one had been allowed so close to her nest, what made this human hatchling think she would be exempt?!

A hand came down on Raila’s shoulder, turning and pulling her away from the shelf at the same time. The second that Darling had launched her attack, C’lryn had gotten to his feet as quickly and smoothly as any feline, cutting his way toward the front of the crowd. But it wasn’t Raila he was rescuing… oh no. The bronze rider wasn’t being rough with the girl, but he kept a firm grip on her as he hauled her back with him, placing her at the back of the crowd. Where she belonged. “You can stay here, in this spot, or you can leave. It’s up to you.” The usually smiling, joking young man was all seriousness now, making him look several Turns older. His voice was soft, but it wasn’t its usual warm, welcoming tone; quite the opposite, C’lryn’s tone was actually quite chilly toward Raila. She had invaded his lovely gold’s space and upset her, and that was a huge no-no. The girl would watch the rest of the Hatching from the back of the crowd, or not at all.

Once he felt he’d made this abundantly clear, the bronzer turned and left her where he’d put her. If she dared to move in any direction except that of the door, he would not hesitate to throw her over his shoulder and physically remove her from the Hatching himself. C’lryn was not bulging with muscle, but he had more than enough to lift one such as Raila over his shoulder and carry her out the door. She’d been given one warning, and it was the only one she would get. And he didn’t care for whatever excuses, accusations, or protests she made, either; he’d heard her outraged dribble before, and he wasn’t particularly interested in an encore right now.

As soon as her bonded removed the offending human from her nest, Darling flipped her wings once, twice, and crooned, her eyes whirling anxiously still. As soon as he was finished dealing with Raila, C’lryn sent feelings of love and reassurance to his gold, who calmed visibly and paced back to the edge of the clutch to chirrup almost encouragingly at the rocking eggs as if to coax more younglings out. She’d made it perfectly clear she wasn’t comfortable with anyone reaching into her nest that way! It wasn’t personal; the only person who could get away with such a thing was her C’lryn. She trusted him with her whole being, and no other. After him, there were certain people that Darling trusted with certain things, but no one person was trusted with everything except for her bonded. Rielana might have escaped such a feat unscathed, but Darling would have still been blatantly uncomfortable. For all that the gold was normally sweet-natured and even a bit shy, she had extremely strong mothering instincts. If she felt that her eggs were in any danger, especially at such a vulnerable time, she didn’t hesitate to bring out her aggressive side. A total stranger reaching into her nest definitely counted as a dangerous situation, at least in the mind of an over-zealous clutch mother.

Fortunately a welcome distraction came in the form of sharp cracks punctuated by small crunches. More eggs were hatching! The Wildflower Egg rocked with a vengeance, wobbling on the shelf until it fell over and tapped the Open Skies Egg, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the shell. Then, for a brief moment, all was still. Suddenly, it seemed almost as if the hatchling within kicked the shell of its egg, as it exploded outward into a million tiny fragments, some even flying far enough to pelt the closest observers with little shards. The Wildflower Green balanced shakily on her head for a moment, peering comically between her hind legs as she gave a squeaky, questioning chirp. She then somersaulted tail over snout and plopped unceremoniously against the shelf, earning a shrill squeak of surprise. Shaking her head, the little green looked up at Darling and cooed. The gold responded by crooning affectionately back at the hatchling. How precious! With a nudge from her dam, the Wildflower Green got to her feet and flapped her wings experimentally before stepping backwards off the shelf with another surprised squeak.

Fortunately, she caught herself (more or less) on her wings and fluttered back a few beats until she hit something, Giving yet another startled chirp, the green flapped her wings, but found that she was hitting something that was behind her, causing her to fall rather than fly. Fortunately, it was a person she’d flown into (that’s what she got for flying backwards!) and their arms stopped her fall rather abruptly, earning a peep from the green before she tilted her head back and chirruped questioningly. The sound became a sweet little croon as the Wildflower Green peered up at K’von fondly with rainbow eyes. She had found her bonded! And now she would like very much to be fed, please.

Quickly following the green’s hatching, it was the Open Skies Egg that popped open next, a large bit of shell plopping to the floor from the shelf. A rather beefy looking tail appeared from the hole before the eggshell crumbled around the Open Skies Bronze. Darling gave a low hum of approval as the hatchling looked up. Several shards of his shell clung to his forehead as he glanced around. As if realizing there were people watching, he jumped up and spread his wings, posing briefly. But the hunger was too great, and the Open Skies Bronze launched himself into the air, making several passes around the room before diving right onto Ceryl’s head and squawking raucously. He needed food! Now!



1. Birdsong Egg
2. Whispering Grasses Egg::HATCHED; brown to Virast
3. Stalking Predator Egg
4. Open Skies Egg::IMPRESSED; bronze to Ceryl
5. Seclusion Egg::IMPRESSED; blue to T'rid
6. Hidden Prey Egg::IMPRESSED; green to P'nor
7. Wildflower Egg::IMPRESSED; green to K'von
8. Leaf Egg
9. Camouflage Egg
10. Howler Egg
11. Moonless Night Egg
12. Cricket’s Chirp Egg

[boober]

Whispering Grasses Brown

Looks to: Virast

Appearance: Small and dainty like his mother, it seems as if this little brown is doomed to a life of taunting and teasing, both by his peers and his bonded’s peers as well. But whatever anyone might have to say about this hatchling, a true admirer will appreciate the beauty offered by this particular brown. Where others might see him as petite and feminine, some will see his long, slender frame as the epitome of grace and agility. His wings are long, like the rest of him, but narrow. His eyes are somewhat large and very expressive. This brown’s hide is also unique, so pale brown that it borders on tan. Reddish highlights gleam across his back, though these too are pale, nearly orange in color. When the light hits him just right, he shines and gleams bright enough to almost be mistaken for a gold but for his small size and lack of metallic sparkle.

Personality: Quite possibly the sweetest hatchling out of the entire clutch, this little brown may even win over those who aren’t entirely fond of firelizards. Not only is he quiet, but he’s also considerate of others; humans, dragons, even salamandyrs, none are exempt from this brown’s big heart. His bonded will be exceptionally prone to random and frequent bouts of affection. This hatchling will never stray far from his chosen human. Despite his big heart, however, he is nobody’s fool. Often his intelligence is called into question simply because of his natural kindness, but there are times when it becomes very apparent; he’s bound to surprise a few people with his smarts.

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Wildflower Green

Looks to: K’von

Appearance: This little green is dainty and delicate, long and slender, but very petite. She is the utmost epitome of feminine, and possibly the smallest hatchling in the clutch. But all this does is add to the sheer cuteness of the entire package. She is a medium green, the color of summer grass, and has odd, dark ripple-like markings on her legs at what would be considered about knee-height on a human. Her eyes are large and very expressive, a short but slender muzzle adding to the child-like quality of her appearance. Even when she grows up, this hatchling will somehow retain a quality that makes her seem babyish and sweet, while still managing to be very feminine and alluring.

Personality: The innocence is not merely skin-deep with this firelizard. Her very personality is sweet and child-like as she enjoys doing things for and with others, especially her beloved bonded! Perfect and utterly selfless, this little green seems only to want what’s best for everyone. If someone is sad, she will cheer them, or keep them company if they are lonely. Hers is the very brightest of personalities, and it won’t take much to make it very plain that this little girl is a regular ray of sunshine. Very little ever dampens this green’s mood, nor is she likely to become spoiled, no matter how much her bonded dotes upon her. She will always remain as sweet and bright as the day she hatched.

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Open Skies Bronze

Looks to: Ceryl

Appearance: Upon hatching, this bronze makes it clear he intends to break the pattern of long and lean for this clutch. He is rather large, with muscle rippling beneath his hide. There should be no doubt in anyone’s mind that he will be the classic strong bronze. While he certainly does not lack the muscle, he is also equipped with the length to pull all of it off. So instead of being big and bulky, his length is nicely filled out. This hatchling’s wings are very large, which gives him a very slight advantage… not that he doesn’t need all the lift he can get. His hide is rather unique, the dark, brownish-copper shade of aged, antique bronze decorated with lighter dapples across his flanks and shoulders.

Personality: While this little guy definitely has the ego to go with his coloring, there are also other traits to his personality. Perhaps the most notable of these is his devotion. This bronze is possibly one of the most naturally disciplined flitters around; whatever he puts his mind to, he will do it. Any task he might be given, he completes with dogged determination. His intelligence is also plain to be seen. This coupled with his dedication to all he does will likely make this bronze easy to train, as long as his bonded can keep his attention.

[kysseh]

Virast did not notice C'lryn at all, merely focused on the clutch going on on the shelf. He was aware of Fish curled around his ankles but did not react, as the feline was seemingly content to just claim his feet for the moment. If she was content, he was content with that... and besides, the firelizards were slightly more urgent in his attentions now. He was disappointed to note that two hatched--a blue and a green--and chose their people rapidly enough. His face fell a little, but the hope could not be chased from his eyes. His gaze flicked from Darling to the clutch and then back to the gold. Would the rest hatch soon? He wanted to see her little babies! Impressing one would be best, but he was not picky.

He saw the brown hatch, and it earned some giggles from him. That silly brown! The poor thing could not seem to get his egg goo and shell off, and he heard Aliscia chuckle beside him too. Then the tall girl just got too close to the shelf, and he let out an exclamation of dismay. No, no! Bad girl! Bad! She couldn't do that to the little flitters, and he was about to haul off and go after her, though Aliscia's strong hand clutching the back of his shirt had him motionless. For as small as the greenrider was, she sure was strong, and he noted that with a lot of mental grumbling. He wanted to fix the tall girl! She had Darling all upset, and he felt most gratified when the flitter and her person intervened. Yes! They needed to make her go away, and he quite smugly watched the big man begin to haul her away. Wait... what was the tall man's name? He forgot.

Then he became aware of a weight plopping down on his shoulder, and he squeaked in surprise, turning his head slightly to see the goo-tortured brown seated on his shoulder, edging closer to his neck. What... what was... it.... it was his! A slow smile spread across his face until an almost childlike expression of delight was pasted all over his mien. He crooned gently at the flit and put both hands up to stabilize him, stroking him and very gently cleaning the goo and shell bits off his light hide. "Poor thing... poor thing. I'll take care of you. Aren't you a nice creature? You are. I like you... so nice, like your mother," he told his little brown, stroking it and stroking it until its wings stopped flapping and it huddled close to his neck.

Then he moved offered the little brown a piece of meat and giggled softly as it was very carefully, if still enthusiastically, taken from his fingers, and the brown wasted no time in putting it down his throat. The brown chirruped softly, urgently, and ducked his head to push it against the boy's neck, sending the boy a distinct query that was intended to ask if there was more. And for every polite little chirrup, another tidbit was forthcoming. Virast cooed at his pet, who was chirping sweetly back at him between mouthfuls. The boy's eyes glowed. His pet... his little friend! "You're Charming. Charming... like Darling, except a boy," he decided, nodding fiercely. Yes. Charming!

Aliscia had been a bit less disappointed at the quick Impression of two of the flits, though it made her smirk faintly as the irritating little brat was hauled away for straying too close. She thought that was too gentle, frankly. She would have preferred to see the girl booted completely out of the weyr, but setting her near the back was good enough. That would keep her out of mischief and away from the poor gold's clutch. She smiled at the realization that the brown had chosen Virast, holding the bowl of meat as the boy seemed too excited to remember it in favor of cleaning and comforting his little pet. She continued to hold the bowl, even as the boy began to feed his pet. Oh, how she envied him, suddenly.

Well, there were plenty of flits left, and she refused to be too down about it. She had been left without a pet at several hatchings before, so to do so again would be... disappointing. But not crushing. The warmth and constant comfort would have been most welcome. She did miss having those little things around, mostly because... well, dragons could not cuddle. Firelizards could. She arched an eyebrow in surprise as two more of the little creatures hatched--the first with such an explosion that Aliscia was glad to not be in the very forefront--and chose in quick succession. The little bronze's antics had her snickering. Ahhh, she was grateful to not have that one!

Still, she did a quick mental count and reckoned that there could not have been so many eggs left. That made her frown slightly, but... well, there was no reason to fret over it. She fidgeted a bit, if only to help ease the ache in her ankles and knees. The extra weight was starting to wear on her joints. Shard that little growing child that she already loved so much. This was the easy part, she knew. Raising the child would be the challenge, so perhaps sore joints were a small price to pay in the meantime. Still, she looked on the high shelf with interest, just waiting for the next one to come peering over the edge, hoping her luck would be good.


K'von was mildly amused that the girl got hauled away, quirking a grin as her forward actions got her in a less than desirable spot. Well, that would serve her right, wouldn't it? He was so busy watching the drama unfold that it was only when it was all over that he noticed that the cute little brown had gone the way of his two siblings... and chosen someone. Not him. Bother. He frowned faintly. Hmm, he needed to pay better attention from now on, apparently. He really did want one of the little buggers. He had not had one, and though Kalierre's relationship with Lust was... not ideal, he still envied her for having that. He had never known it. And... really, if he could deal with Dohulth, he could handle a little flitter, right?

He thought that right up until a veritable explosion of eggshell had him taking a half-step back. That had been quite a shock, and he blinked in rapid confusion. He was not hit, but it was still surprising. Then he caught sight of a green righting herself on the shelf, and his eyes widened as she stepped backwards off the shelf. No, not backwards! Forwards! He was afraid she'd crash and instinctively put his arms out, just in case. Did he have an instinct for heroics? Perhaps, but that was beyond the point. He could not let the poor little creature fall.

Something smacked him in the face repeatedly and made little chirps, and he flailed almost comically for a moment, the bowl of meat clutched safely in his still-recovering left hand. Then something fell into his arms and was leaning against his chest, and he froze, blinking in confusion. His gaze flicked downward, and there was a little green flat and spreadeagled on his chest, her hindfeet resting on his right forearm while her wings were outspread on his chest. The little green head tipped up, and K'von found himself gazing into adoring little rainbow eyes, accompanied by a sweet little croon that had his heart melting.

Oops. He was in love.

He knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he didn't care. Suddenly, the rest of the hatching was not important, and he very carefully maneuvered his arms and the little green thing around until she was very carefully perched on his arm and cradled against his strong chest. Then tidbits were offered, and though she seemed reluctant to look away from his eyes, she was very happy to be fed and set about it with a will. So happy... so cheerful! She was just so bright, and the simple sweetness radiating off her had him wanting to cuddle her for forever. Instead, he just fed her and cuddled her close, wondering who she reminded him of. Cheerful... happy... sweet... hmm. It would come to him. He just... settled for grinning down at her instead, grinning and feeding, of course.

[weaving]

Since he had entered the weyr and joined the growing crowd around the shelf, Jermayan’s heart rate had slowed considerably and his breathing returned to normal. The nervousness that he would have once felt at being in a hatching was oddly absent. It must have been a result of the wher hatching; he had been chosen by the most amazing creature in all of pern and so the fear of rejection no longer had any hold on him. Truly, he was here more for Jermaysk, who had clearly expressed an interest in the firelizards.

He couldn’t tell how many eggs were left, for the shelf was high, and unless he stood further back, he couldn’t clearly see what rested on the ledge. Standing back decreased his chances of impressing one of the flitters, and while he wasn’t actively trying to attract their attention, he certainly wasn’t hiding. The hatching seemed to come in waves, with a few of the eggs hatching and then a moments pause as the hatched firelizards impressed. Then the cycle would begin again.

It was currently one of those small breaks. A green and blue had chosen while a brown lurked on the ledge, refusing to choose yet for one reason or another. Movement to his left caused him to turn his head and watch as a young woman stepped forward, arm lifted in offering toward the brown. It was quickly obvious that her move was incorrect, for the golden mother had rushed forward to attack the girl’s hand and the brown hatchling had taken off in distress, choosing one of the young men in the small crowd.

The rider – C’lryn – had moved forward at the first sign of distress and was now warning the girl, though Jermayan made no overt attempts to listen to his words. From the tone he suspected that the two had exchanged words before. Ah well, a private matter between the two, something that he certainly had no business being in.

A green was next to hatch, a little backwards if her actions were to provide any basis to her personality. She impressed quickly enough upon a dragonrider. At least Jermayan assumed he was a dragonrider. The man looked too old to be a candidate, and he certainly didn’t look like any of the other wherhandlers that he had met.

Right after the green, a bronze hatched. The hatchling posed at the edge of the shelf for a moment before taking off, choosing Ceryl rather loudly. She was familiar enough, having bonded a green wher at Neisk’s hatching. Mentally, he began counting how many had already hatched. One, two, three…five not including the two that had gone wild. That made seven all in all. Though he was on expert on firelizard clutches, he couldn’t imagine the queen laying more than fourteen or fifteen eggs. So then…six left perhaps?

Being unable to see the clutch itself was making this guessing game quite difficult.

[Avu]

Meira—SEE SYM YOU HAVE TO JOIN WAJAS NOW
She really wouldn’t have come to get a fire lizard—or even come at all—had Meisk not encouraged her to. It seemed odd, and at first she’d had trouble grasping why a wher would want a fire lizard at all. Meira had been checking the wher’s wounds carefully—they were healing nicely, except for his wing, which didn’t seem to have grown very well—when he sent her a questioning image. It was that of a fire lizard, and then of a bronze dragon. “I know, dear. I heard. Minoath just told us, didn’t he? He’s C’lryn’s bronze, and there’s a fire lizard Hatching…” She tilted her head to one side in her concentration, frowning slightly to herself as she applied the salve. A more pressing, urgent question. “Huh?” Meisk chirped hopefully. “A…?” Her eyes widened and she asked doubtfully, “You want me to Impress a fire lizard?”

From the wher’s emphatic nod and feeling of joy, Meira knew she was right. She bit her lip. On one hand, she barely had any time to get around to the necessities of sleeping and eating, in between Wherling lessons, feeding and caring for Meisk, chores—it all weighed rather heavily on her time schedule, and she wasn’t sure if she could care for a fire lizard as well. But on the other hand…Meira found herself much more inclined towards this side…a fire lizard might actually be helpful. Darling was sweet; surely if there was a fire lizard for her like Darling—she drove her thoughts forcibly from Bite—it could be really better on her schedule, yes? She rocked back on her heels, considering. And fire lizards were so cute, too…she hesitated, and then smiled. “All right, dear. Just one, okay? And,” she added sternly, staring at the wher, “You have to sleep.” He should have been asleep already, since it was the day, but his reluctance to do so had made her close the door and dim the glows so he could stay up a bit longer.

Meisk chirped wistfully. “I mean it, sleep.” The blue wherlet sighed and obligingly curled up, and Meira dashed out the door, realizing she was already pathetically late. Then she had to double back to the Apartments, remembering that she needed meat. Unfortunately, instead of fresh, raw meat, all she had was a packet of dried strips of the stuff. At least it was better than nothing, though…right? And then her eyes fell on what had been supposed to be Meisk’s next meal, a raw gooey mess, in a bowl. Well, that would do. She paused to stroke the wher, who had immediately fallen asleep, apparently much more tired than he’d realized, before picking up the bowl and dashing for the Weyr again.

It was obvious as to which one was C’lryn’s from the low murmur of talk in there, along with the people walking towards or away from it, not to mention the occasional chirps and other cries of fire lizards. Meira slid in unobtrusively, lowering her gaze as she edged towards the side of the ground, visible without being right there, and inclined her head quickly to the fire lizard queen. She mouthed, “Thanks!” at her, but of course, she wouldn’t be looking at Meira anyway. The eggs were on a shelf, and naturally Meira couldn’t see that high, so she had no way of telling how far the Hatching had proceeded. Several people, as she swept her gaze around, had fire lizards, so perhaps it was about halfway through? No stray flits seemed to be wandering around yet, so Meira swallowed her anticipation and stood awkwardly, nervously, her eyes flickering between Darling and what little she could see of the eggs.

T’rid
Lack of muse. He's just ... there.

[Ember]

Ch'ero and Ferneth watched curiously, hopeful they would Impress a firelizard. None of the new batch chose them though. The brown and green Impressed to relative strangers, but the bronze that had posed on the shelf landed on Ceryl's head, demanding food rather loudly. Ferneth chuckled and offered the bowl of meat to her. There was more than enough for the hungry bronze. The candidate had grabbed the meat in haste, not realizing just how much he'd taken.

Ceryl was a little stunned as the firelizard landed on her head, already starting to tangle itself in her hair. Well, at least Cerysk would be happy to have one of them around constantly. The petite green did so like them. She liked everyone but the flitters held a special interest. The wher was asleep in her apartment. Wouldn't she be surprised to see the bronze! With that thought in mind, she grabbed a piece of meat and offered it to the thing messing up her hair. He tried to leap for it, but a lock of curly hair was wrapped around his back paw. Squawking indignantly, he tried to stretch towards it. "Silly," Ceryl said with amusement, reaching up to where she felt the hair being pulled. She untangled the bronze and he walked with dignity onto her offered hand.

Ceryl thought he was a cute little thing as she brought him down to chest level. He squawked again for food and she giggled. "Here you go," she said, offering him the piece again. This time he snatched it out of her hand properly, somehow keeping the mess off him and on her hand instead. Lovely. He finished it off and chirped for more. The feeding continued until he was satisfied. She pet his length, admiring his colour. Ceryl would have been fine with living but it was rude to do so. Instead she moved to the back of the crowd with her new little friend.

She realized that he needed a name. What to name him though? Anyone who mattered to her was a girl, minus her dad...But what bronze would want to be named after a drudge. The bronze blinked up at her sleepily, sitting on her hand patiently. He seemed attentive and bright. She could name him after the wherling whose bronze had helped hatched her Cerysk? No, that was silly. She was grateful to him but still barely knew the guy. Maybe she should just call him bronze. She felt a faint sense of disapproval. She smiled and picked off the eggshell shards stuck on his head still. Apparently he didn't much like that idea. A name did finally come to her though as he preened. "What about Heir Apparent? Heir for short." Not a Lord, but still very important. Heir chirped with satisfaction and then promptly stretched out along her arm and fell asleep. Ceryl giggled quietly. Had he been waiting just for his name? It seemed like it.

She and Ferneth both noticed Meira enter the weyr, Ferneth rather surprised. She'd mentioned not wanting a firelizard and wher hatchling at the same time, hadn't she? He would have waved or said something but his attention was on the hatching unfortunately. That and he didn't quite feel like facing her yet.

[flupine]

Seriously. Late? Again? And to a Hatching? Where was the justice in this? And he had not even brought Risith with him. That how truly aggravated he was at this point. He left Risith to baby sit his feline cub while he, K'dran 'went out for a walk.' And so what if this walk had a destination that Risith did not know about? Risith did not own him and could not tell him what to do. Or at least make it quite so obvious that he could boss K'dran around. It was embarrassing to try to talk to someone and have him interrupt declaring that he needed to take a nap now and 'mine will accompany me.' It was degrading. He was being bossed around by his weyrling bondmate. A snobby condescending weyrling bondmate.

That was then and now was now. Which meant now k'dran was entering the Weyr crowded with hopeful bodies all wanting to Impress a firelizard of their own. There were so many of them and here he was, late. Late to the firelizard Hatching that everyone seemed to want to go to. And most of the Eggs had hatched! Could it seriously get more embarrassing than this. Just showing up with a hand out. That's what it felt like. But luckily K'dran was enough in the right frame of mind to grab a plate of meat scrapes before making to run to the Weyr. Which meant he was also feeling awkward walking into the middle of a Hatching in a room full of bodies, carrying a plate of meat. This was highly uncomfortable to say the least.

Pushing through the doorway and trying to maneauver his way closer to the actually Clutch, K'dran was thankful for once that he was indeed so small, he could easily move through the crowd without offending anyone in particular or at least he hoped so. Still back a little ways, K'dran tried to catch the eye of the owner of the Clutchmother, nodding and mouthing a hello but it was highly doubtful that he was even seen, he was so small that unless it was his shortness that did attract the attention, as in what was a child doing here? Then he was probably invisible. Which was fine with K'dran who hope that since the babies were small they would see him first. That seemed logical enough.... Hopefully Risith wouldn't get too mad if he did impress.

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-enter Celeyn-

Yes. Celeyn was here. A tragedy, really. She hadn't planned on really coming, not that she hated babies or Hatching because she didn't. but Celeyn tended to keep to herself these days. She definitely had not made any friends during Candidacy and that had followed her into Weyrlinghood. In fact, she probably wouldn't talk to anyone if it were not for Foglith who forced her into many an awkward situation. By any means necessary. Which was why she was here tonight. Foglith had somehow managed to get a small bucket, almost a child sized one and get meat into it. Probably one of the drudges or maybe she got a firelizard to get it or talked another Dragon into getting their bondmate to get an extra pile of scrap meat. And little Foglith had overdone it on the meat as well. There were lots of little tiny strips of meat, what had she done to get this? And Foglith had all but marched her up to the door of the Rider's Weyr declaring that Celeyn needed more interaction with the Weyrfolks.

Who had she been talking to, is what Celeyn wanted to know. Foglith obviously had a plan in mind and that somehow included in making Celeyn more social through the use of a firelizard... or something. Either way Celeyn stumble up to the door, given one last shove by the little Green dragon before Celeyn politely knocked quietly and let herself in. They probably weren't planning on opening up the door since it was busy with the hatching and what all. But one could only hope that the gossip was wrong and there really was no hatching.

Pushing the door open, Celeyn stepped back in amazement at the crowd gathered in the room. For a firelizard Hatching? Seriously? Did these pathetic idiots not have a life? She was here only because it made Foglith happy and that was her only excuse, so what were these fools doing here? Actually looking forward to this particular Hatching? Grimacing, Celeyn turned around to walk back out but was faced with an aggravated Green dragon looking very annoyed. Looked as if Celeyn had no choice in the option, she was going back in.

Now MINE!

Casting a dark look over her shoulder Celeyn slammed the door shut behind her and stopped to lean back against the closed door. She would just stay in the back of the room, quiet and unnoticed. Hopefully. Celeyn tossed her short blonde hair back as if she was already deciding that this was a waste of her time since she would surely not impress. Any creature would be foolish to want her... look at Foglith.

[wingrider]

Hennai sighed and kept watching the eggs. She was tempted to leave. She had a wher and the green wher was what she had hoped for anyway. So there was little point of her being here. She was tempted to go but would wait it out anyway.

Trillian's smile almost faltered as the firelizards that hatched so far seemed to have found their bonded. Half of her wanted to just leave the room. Seh doubted that any would be interested in her. But, she felt compelled to stay and wait it out.

[Ruby]

Raila
Raila hadn't reached up that far- she'd thought not, anyway. Apparently she'd gotten overzealous, though, because before she knew what was happening, the gold was attacking her! Clutch mothers could be impossible, of course, but this was beyond anything. She hadn't even gotten close! The shelf was quite high up, and Raila had just been making sure that the babies had seen that she'd brought meat. Like C'lryn (somewhat ironically), Raila would much prefer having the little ones impress to having them go wild.

But apparently, Darling was too stupid to notice when someone was trying to HELP, and her rider was even stupider. Raila smothered a horrified gasp as he shoved her away, trying to comfort the brainless creature. How DARE he? She'd lived in Fort Weyr and Hold, and had never been treated with such disrespect. She had come to Selenitas thinking it was a place where women were treated better, not worse. No such luck, apparently. Clearly riding a Bronze here was just like having a Bronze anywhere- you could treat whoever you wanted like wherry feces scraped off the bottom of your shoe.

When he steered her to the back of the room and spoke to her like a spoiled child, though, it was almost more than Raila could take. But Kemma was there, and Raila knew that if she didn't swallow her pride, she'd get at the very least a talking to about the Rank lesson, which her rotation had already had. C'lryn did rank her, even if he was a boor, and unfortunately Kemma seemed to subscribe to the idea that ranking someone meant you could be hideous to them for no reason. So instead she shot him a death look- and quite a death look it was, Raila was good at those- took another look at the clutch, now mostly hatched, looked back to C'lryn... and left. No tantrum, no talking back, just the kind of look that could chill ice. He (and apparently his little beast, too) did not deserve any better, and she didn't want any of THIS gold's get.


Kemma
The Candidatemaster was, as usual, more interested in her Candidates than in the hatching (or anything else for that matter), and so she saw Raila shoving her hands at the clutch pretty much as soon as Darling did. But C'lryn beat her to it, and although normally Kemma would like to take over the disciplining and such of her own charges, she supposed C'lryn was within his rights. He was bonded to the clutchmother, after all- these were his eggs, they weren't free for all.

But Kemma knew Raila- probably better than Raila herself thought. And she knew that Raila was not good at taking things silently. She'd heard reports of fits being thrown, tantrums in public places, the works. In Kemma's opinion, the girl might have been justified in protesting some of those situations, but screaming wild accusations for all the Weyr to hear was not exactly what Kemma would consider "protesting". Not only was it surprising in someone Raila's age, but it wouldn't win the girl many friends.

So Kemma was... hovering. She left her meatroll surreptitiously on a table and slunk up next to Raila, hanging back so neither would think she was eavesdropping or trying to butt in. Of course, if Raila got out of control, she WOULD butt in- but to Kemma's amazement, there was no need. Raila left, not exactly with good grace, but at least she left without a scene. Shock. Kemma melted back into the crowd, going to retrieve her meatroll from the table, and making a mental note to Mellith (as if Mel's short memory would help) to have a word with both of them later. Raila, of course, needed a brush-up on politeness to broody mothers, along with their potentially broody bondeds, and C'lryn might need a gentle reminder that Candidates were actually Kemma's domain, and if they gave offense, they were to be given over into her jurisdiction.

Now, however, was not the time- Flits were hatching and Impressing, and even after that little drama eggs remained unhatched. Kemma had never had luck before at flit hatchings, but that didn't daunt her now. One of the little creatures would be helpful, to carry notes and the like, and she'd keep trying until she got one, or could afford an egg at a Gather.

[boober]

If C’lryn noticed Kemma’s close proximity while he put Raila in her place, he gave no indication whatsoever. He did, however, notice when Raila left, and his only reaction was a mental shrug. C’lryn’s opinion of the candidate was pretty low; typically he liked to give everyone a chance to redeem themselves and was pretty optimistic about the human race as a whole. But he also accepted the fact that there were just some people who seemed determined to be insufferable. If Raila wanted to make herself miserable by being an impossible brat, it was none of his concern. Once she’d left, she wasn’t his problem anymore. As for the Candidatemaster, if she happened to approach him on the subject, of course he would be polite and listen to what she felt she needed to say. But the truth was, he would give it very little consideration. Candidate though Raila was, in his weyr at Darling’s Hatching, he was well within his rights to throw out anyone he wished without having to answer to anybody else for it. That was that. C’lryn hadn’t been nearly as harsh as other people would have been; he’d actually given her the option of staying. It had been Raila’s choice to leave.

But it was none of his concern now; she was gone and off his hands. C’lryn blinked as several more people showed up. Rather late, weren’t they? Well, he certainly wouldn’t turn them away. There were still eggs up on the shelf after all. The bronze rider actually smiled and gave a small wave in greeting to Meira as she came in. He remembered her from that day at the river and had heard of her success at Impressing a wher. He made a mental note to congratulate her after the Hatching; and wouldn’t it be wonderful if she took a little flit from this clutch as well? She will came the strong, confident words of Minoath, earning a surprised glance from His. The bronze blinked patiently back at his rider from his couch, where he had been observing the Hatching in silence. She is a good hatchling; she would do well with one of the little cousins. Not surprisingly, C’lryn found himself agreeing with the bronze; he didn’t know Meira well, having only met her once, but he approved of her, and the fact that Minoath did as well only worked in her favor.

So far, the clutch had been still save for a few random wobbles and shakes. But a sharp crack split the air suddenly, drawing C’lryn’s attention back to the shelf. It was a sure sign that another hatchling was ready to emerge. A few shell fragments skittered and bounced off the shelf, clattering to the floor. A few more shudders and twitches and the Stalking Predator Blue broke shell and flapped his wet gooey wings, slinging egg goop everywhere. After him, the Birdsong Egg gave some promising twitches, but it was actually the Leaf Egg that burst suddenly, sending a brown tumbling into the Stalking Predator Blue who shrieked his outrage at his clumsy brother. Gathering his long, awkward limbs close to his body, the blue looked as if he was tensed to spring on the brown, who flared his wings warningly. But his clutch brother was having none of it, hissing explosively. Before either of them could take action, however, Darling was suddenly between them, scolding them both thoroughly. Then, peck! The Stalking Predator Blue squawked indignantly as his dam gave him an admonishing peck on the head. But he couldn’t really complain, because… peck! his brother received the same, earning a squeak from the Leaf Brown.

With that same scolding tone, the gold sent her newest hatchlings forth to find their bondeds. She was having none of this quarreling nonsense on her shelf! Squawking in protest, the Stalking Predator Blue fluttered away from the shelf, so indignant at being pecked on the head that he flew right into the side of Kemma’s face. Shrieking, he flapped wildly as he started to fall, only to latch onto the Candidatemaster’s sleeve and coil his tail around her arm tightly. Chirruping, the little blue cocked his head and peered up at the woman inquisitively. Did she have food? Would she feed him? If she did then he would happily stay with her. Having watched this scene avidly, the Leaf Brown nudged Darling affectionately before swooping off the shelf and gliding right over to As’lin, landing in the meat that the boy held and beginning to gorge himself. He was sooo hungry!




1. Birdsong Egg
2. Whispering Grasses Egg::IMPRESSED; brown to Virast
3. Stalking Predator Egg::IMPRESSED; blue to Kemma
4. Open Skies Egg::IMPRESSED; bronze to Ceryl
5. Seclusion Egg::IMPRESSED; blue to T'rid
6. Hidden Prey Egg::IMPRESSED; green to P'nor
7. Wildflower Egg::IMPRESSED; green to K'von
8. Leaf Egg::IMPRESSED; brown to As'lin
9. Camouflage Egg
10. Howler Egg
11. Moonless Night Egg
12. Cricket’s Chirp Egg

[boober]

Stalking Predator Blue

Looks to: Kemma

Appearance: The first thing one might notice about this particular blue is his hide. It’s very dark, so dark that it can be mistaken for black at a glance, often earning some startled double-takes. However, get this flitter in the light and it quickly becomes obvious that he is in fact blue. As soon as the light hits him, he gleams a dark electric blue that is almost metallic in quality. He positively glitters at times, making him a truly unique little firelizard. There is no variation on his hide whatsoever, no splashes or stripes of color anywhere. His build is long and slender, a recurring quality in this particular clutch. His wings are somewhat wide, giving him a boost in power, however slight. His neck is long and gracefully arched, adding to his uniquely handsome appearance.

Personality: This little blue is quiet and unobtrusive, a big contrast to most flitters. However, he seems to have an enormous curiosity streak that somehow always manages to get this usually mild-mannered blue in trouble. Whether it be falling into a hole because he leaned too far over to see what it contained or he took something he thought was pretty without realizing it belonged to someone else, there will never be a dull moment with this little blue around! But beware, there are times when his curiosity can give way to a snappish temper. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen.



More descs forthcoming! Have patience!

[missa]

You could have said something! Rielana scolded her green lightly as she paused at C'lryn's doorway, admittedly, it wasn't like it was the middle of the night or anything, so she wouldn't be waking him. Yet from the amount of people in the room, she'd guess that alot of people hadn't had the information withheld until she'd finished bathing a certain green dragon. It didn't help that she was partially drenched thanks to said dragon believing that bath time was also play time. She'd been smart enough to leave her boots and pants out of water's reach, but that didn't help her hair and shirt much.

You weren't finished bathing me. Hello Minoath. Crooning lightly as she responded first to her rider, then greeted her mate with a nuzzle and chirp as she settled, amusement whirling in her eyes before she greeted Darling and C'lryn with an affectionate croon.
Hello Minoath's, hello little one. Where's the green one that does't like anyone?

"Well, it would be nice -- Excuse me -- if you'd let me know every once and a while -- Excuse me -- and besides, you didn't need a bath." Though her scolding of her dragon was broken as she pushed past people, asked them to move, or just ducked under their arms, Jeminorth seemed to understand, even if she didn't care. Fiel on the other hand, was quite happy to find a perch that wasn't his bonded where her could watch the hatching, humming delightedly as though they were his own offspring. Indeed, he probably wouldn't have been any more proud either way, they were Darling's babies, and they seemed healthy enough.

Finally able to bounce to her weyrmate's side, Rielana was perfectly comfortable wrapping both arms around him,
"Boo." A soft laugh followed as Pride scampered down from her shoulder, possibly in search of a Bite to annoy, or even just to get out of the way of the amount of people around at that time.
"Sorry I'm late, Jemmy didn't let me know until I was nearly done giving her a bath."

{Crappy but eh =D}

[kysseh]

((Finishing this up on Boober's orders. <3 Last post, so all of the flitters getting handed out now.))

Three eggs remained amongst the remnants of the clutch, and all three seemed to be eager to get out and meet the world. Some, however, seemed to be taking longer than others. The Cricket's Chirp Egg had been wobbling for quite some time and finally showed a few cracks. It had taken on a curious rhythm, though. It would wobble quickly for awhile,slow to almost stillness, and then renew its efforts with a vigor. After a few moments of this, its clutchsiblings seemed to get sick of it taking its time, and the Moonless Night Egg began to frantically twitch about. The competition was evident, and both eggs fought to be first.

They were outdone, however, by the largest egg of the clutch splitting open with very little preamble minus a bit of shaking, the bits of the shell falling away to reveal a petite little gold. She peeped quietly and sat in the remains of her shell, looking around at the people with quickly whirling eyes. So many people! She was totally comfortable where she was, though, and made no move to get up as of yet. Her shell remains were a very good bed, minus that one piece that poked her in the rear, and she squeaked and suddenly darted her head round to remove that piece. Bad... bad little piece.

Her clutchsiblings wasted no time in joining her, and both the Cricket's Chirp and Moonless Night eggs shattered to reveal a pair of greens. The Moonless Night Green looked entirely too smug at having beat her sister out of the egg, and she arched her neck proudly and hopped in a circle around her clutchsibling. Cricket's Chirp Green hissed and lashed out at her sister. How dare she rush her! She had been carefully choosing whether or not to emerge, and that silly thing had pushed it. Well, the Cricket's Chirp Green just refused to choose her person yet, and she sulkily sat right where she was, not willing to budge. She did not see the person she wanted yet, and she was going to eye them all until she found an acceptable one. So... so many choices...

The Moonless Night Green made her way over to the seated gold and was happily chirruping a greeting, chattering on incessantly until the little gold finally lifted a wing in annoyance and thwapped her solidly on the head. Silly green... to be trying to get into her good graces that way! The Moonless Night Green responded with a squawk and then promptly launched herself off the shelf with widespread wings. She settled herself onto the most acceptable-looking shoulder and sunk her claws into the fabric just enough so that she could not be dislodged. Her chirping began again, happy and just a bit ingratiating as her little head looked happily up toward her Alaid. She had food... right? Food and attention were the sole reason for her liking, and she rubbed her head along the girl's jawline, making sure that while she stayed happy and cheerful, her humanpet had no doubts as to what it was she wanted.

The Cricket's Chirp Green was still sullenly refusing to move, but the gold had no such compunctions. She caught sight of the one she wanted, and she got to her feet and spread overlong, narrow wings to glide shakily off the shelf. Her brightly shining form landed on Meira's shoulder, and the Birdsong Gold chirped sweetly and nuzzled at her person's face. Such a nice... nice girl. Already, the gold adored her, and she patiently waited for food to be forthcoming. Her Meira would give it to her. She was too nice a girl to leave her unfed.

Wait.... what?! The Cricket's Chirp Green let out a furious chattering as it was obvious that so many people were spoken for and the rest of her siblings had all chosen. She was all alone and didn't want to choose yet! The little green got to her feet and moved to the edge of the shelf, loudly protesting that she was being rushed. She tripped over her long, whippy tail, though, and tumbled in a somersault off the edge of the shelf, squawking in protest and flaring out her wings to try to catch a little air. She wanted food and a person, and she smacked right into K'dran's chest, sinking in her claws and chattering up at him. Foodfoodfood! She wanted food! She knew she wanted food!


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Cricket’s Chirp Green
Looks to: K’dran

Appearance: Like many of her clutch siblings, this green is long and slender. Her tail borders on whippy and is incredibly long; she’s apt to trip on it when she walks. Her wings are also on the long side, but of average width, neither wide nor narrow. Her neck is also long, curving and arching prettily, which makes it seem like it’s shorter than it really is. When she stretches it out, its length becomes apparent. Her hide is a very pale green, almost a sparkly mint color. There are subtle variations in color along her sides and back, but no true markings can be seen.

Personality: This green at first is very easy to overlook; she’s not terribly outgoing most of the time, but it’s less that she’s an introvert and more that she’s just… indecisive. She has a hard time deciding everything from where to perch to what to eat. It’s so profound that it affects quite a few aspects of her life. It won’t be uncommon for her to hesitate so long that whatever she’s debating over has passed her over by the time she comes to a decision. But don’t dare try to rush her! Rushing this little green in her lengthy decision-making process will only bring out her temper.


Birdsong Gold
Looks to: Meira
Appearance: Perhaps one of the most noticeable things about this little creature is her size; she is truly small, and will always be so. In fact, most bronzes will be the same size, if not larger than she is. Her petite frame really only serves to make her more adorable, much as it does for her dam. Another very noticeable trait for this little gold is her hide. She is quite possibly one of the most vibrant queens at Selenitas, her hide gleaming a positively brilliant gold that seems to almost border on yellow. When she’s taken care of, her hide positively sparkles.Despite her small stature, everything is in proportion for her size. Her wings are long but narrow, which will allow for some of the best flying that could be expected from a gold. She’s built on a long, lean structure, her tail and neck long and curving. She’ll never be bulky or muscular, taking on a more streamlined appearance. But one thing is for sure, she’ll never be mistaken for anything other what she is: a nearly perfect example of a queen.

Personality: Unlike most golds, this little one is quiet in demeanor, preferring to keep to herself and her bonded. However, when push comes to shove, she’s not afraid to throw her weight around, meager though it may be. But she’s a very calm, well-mannered queen, choosing instead to observe things rather than get involved, boss others around, and muck things up. She doesn’t tolerate unnecessary noise and anyone being obnoxious will earn a thorough tongue-lashing. Although she comes off as shy at first, she quickly proves otherwise. Her intelligence shines through no matter what her mood, and she has a rather wide independent streak. But because of her bond with her humanpet, she will be more likely than not to carry out whatever task or errand is asked of her.


Moonless Night Green
Looks to: Alaid
Appearance: This green is very average in size and built along the same slender lines as her dam and many of her clutchmates. Her wings are in perfect proportion to her body, though her legs are oddly a little on the long side. Because of her longer legs and lighter weight, she will probably move more easily on all fours than many flitters. Her hide is a very dark shade of green, rather like dark, dark leaves in a forest. Oddly enough, her hide is peppered with light green speckles that scatter down the back of her neck, along her pine and to her rump at the base of her tail. Both of her forelegs are spotted as well, making it look like she has little speckled sleeves.

Personality: This little green is among the most charming of flitters and loves to be in the company of people and other flitters. She is incredibly social and outgoing and will probably drive her person mad with the amount of socializing she insists upon. She simply enjoys company and is incredibly easy to get along with. Most will probably like her, minus her chosen person, considering how promiscuous this little green can be. Her friendship comes at a price, though, as her charming tendencies can turn to manipulation if she is in need of something. She enjoys manipulating people and is not above inspiring pity or sympathy to get her way, and she is a very, very good little actress.