Hatching of the Tidal Seas Clutch

[archenstone]

Kalina watched the green. She seemed so lethargic. Where they all like this? She was fascinated and almost missed the Brown hatching. Then suddenly the green was gone, and didn't come back. Maybe if I had walked out.... She should have had the courage to walk out beyond everyone. She looked back toward the brown. The pretty little dragon was gathering up his shell. How cool! She thought. He seems happy so maybe he'll go to some one. She watched as he made his way over to the guys.

Well who'd have guessed! Mutasim and the little brown where together. She watched as they went across the sands. That looks fun. I wonder what he'll be called now... Seeing the other eggs crack she looked out excitedly. I hope a dragon chooses me! What is everyone afraid of anyways? No ones got hurt so far...

[Tashe]

The Crashing Waves, Deep Waters and Warm Current Eggs twitched at different times, but it was the silvery teal shell was the first to explode. The breaking of the Egg send up a fine layer of sand dust around ground zero, hiding the Dragonette from the sight of the awaiting audience. Brilliant Blue wings appeared as the dust settled, and from those wings, the eyes were drawn to the body and head of the tall male. Slender neck arching as he turned to look at the Deep Waters Egg, the Crashing Wave's Blue growled, wanting his clutchsibling to hurry the shards up and hatch.

As if the growling was a command to be followed, a foot suddenly appeared through a hole in the dark blue shell, a beautiful Green to contrast the gradient of blue. Wiggling her leg, the Deep Water Green broke more of her shell away, and continued to do so until she could crawl out. Glancing around, the large female playfully snapped at her smaller Clutchbrother, receiving a stern look in response, apparently there would be no playing until the third egg hatched. Inching up to her Clutchmate who was still trying to hatch, the Deep Water Green squawked and fell over as a nose appeared through a crack in the Warm Current's Shell. Moving aside to let the Crashing Wave's Blue up to the shell, the Large Green watched as he carefully swung his tail into the Warm Current Egg, causing the fractures to become weak and large.

Peeping as the Egg grew soft enough to push out of, the little Hatchling wormed it's way out of the shards of the shell. Another Green, but this one was very small, definitely the smallest of the three on the sands. Chirping a greeting to her Impatient brother and her Embarrassed sister, the Warm Current Green nudged her Clutchsiblings before wobbling happily out toward the Candidates, stopping every few moments to make sure her friends were following her.

Greens were exasperating, that was a fact! Trudging in step behind the Warm Current Green, the Blue knew who he wanted, he didn't even have to look for him. He stood there like a beacon, his mind shone like the bright things above him, but he wouldn't leave his Greensisters behind, he would let them Impress and then go to his. He was going to watch out for them, since they seemed as reckless as nothing else. Pausing as the Warm Current Green stumbled slightly, the Blue coughed, telling her to take her time.

She wasn't going to wait for her younger and smaller sister! Romping forward toward the girls, the Deep Waters Green wound her way through the silly females, she found who she wanted and no one was going to stop her. Huffing at a candidate who was in her way, the Green glanced back at her Clutchsiblings that had hatched before planting herself firmly in front of Hers. /Vashtimine. I hunger for food, but we must wait for my Clucthsister and Brother. We all eat together. Oh... I am Wymeth./

Cooing as her larger sister stormed past her, the Warm Current Green happily hopped along, stopping in front of a few girls on the way. She wanted to play, so tricking these Human females would have to do for now, but wait... her clutchbrother was still there! Bounding awkwardly over to him, the little female pounced, landing on him and making him shriek in surprise. Flattening herself out on his tail, the Warm Current female only got off when the Blue coughed in exasperation, realizing he was just to hungry to play. The sand was warm under her little feet as she wobbled toward the Boys, her Bluebrother by her side, finding more luck in this little circle than in the last one she had been in. Watching as the Blue wondered over a few boys, the Green happily pawed at a boy's leg before rubbing up against him like a feline. /Tr'esnmine. Oquith is terribly hungry! Wait we must for Wymeth Mine and Clutchbrother. Together we eat./

Good, they both had found Theirs, now he could confront his. Wrapping his tail around the sad looking boy's ankle, the Crashing Waves Blue crooned and nuzzled against His's legs. /Do not look so sad K'iel Mine, Qualuth is here. But now we must go eat, we are keeping Wymeth and Oquith from their food. We will eat together./

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Millieth had decided to forgive the new Weyrling for intruding the sanctity of the egg area, mainly because her little Brown had brought her a little present, despite the fact it was simply a piece of his egg. She couldn't get mad at her son that had hatched forth from her favorite egg, plus, he had found his and not Betweened... it made her happy. Furling her wings slightly as the next three of her children hatched and then impressed, the Queen Mother cast her gaze upon the next egg that had begun to rock... the Under Tow Egg.

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/The Poor Green. She was so calm and gentle looking.../ Yes, but we must move on. We have lost more Dragons and Riders through Betweening. At least she never had the chance to be separated from her Mine. Bowing his head in momentary respect for the Silvery Green, F'rah tapped the end of his quill against his teeth, glancing up to see the little Brown moving over to the Boys. Although he couldn't clap for Mutasim as he Impressed, the Weyrlingmaster's grin was certainly enough to make up for it. The boy had stood on the sands for such a long time, and now he had finally found his true life Bond. A more suitable color could not have picked Mutasim. "Congratulations M'ta, I look forward to your hard work as a Weyrling." Raising an eyebrow as he gave a small emphasis on 'hard work', the Weyrlingmaster scratched down the Brownweyrling's name and the name of his Brown.

Not too soon after, F'rah watched as three more Candidates impressed, getting ready to scribble down the new names also.

[glamourie]

More cracking and shattering, but Rawign did not look at the clutch. He was still edging away, as though if he managed to make his way to the doorway he'd be able to escape. Since he had very few candidate friends (almost all of them had Impressed), he did not expect anyone to notice ... until he got to the entrance where F'rah had closed the doors. Maybe he could sweet-talk the weyrlingmaster into letting him out. Sudden healer emergency. He had to use the chamberpots immediately? Slowly, slowly, he edged forward. Surely they would not begrudge him needing to ... go? Nevermind that he was fine aside from feeling completely out of place and awkward, not to mention a touch scared. He'd lie through his teeth if it got him out of the hatching. He ... needed to go be moral support to M'ta. Right. He did. IT WAS A NECESSITY. His mind raced with that logic as he turned to glance at the tree hatchlings, mainly to make sure none of them were coming after him with tooth and claw. He did not trust dragon hatchlings. They tended to like tearing people up for some reason and his experiences with them were not good.

Lirmine says if you don't stop trying to run away, he will tie you down and do horribly wonderful things to you.

The sudden voice in his mind made Rawign jump and he fell over in the Sands, landing right on his backside with his elbows hitting the scalding hot sands. He hissed audibly and jumped back to his feet as fast as he could, dusting himself in the process. Then he looked around, before casting a glance toward the Stands but it was too far away for him to get a good look at where K'lir was. He settled for a scowl, righting himself in the process.

"You can tell K'lir that I'm not afraid of him," he whispered, unaware that Calistoth (who surely was the speaker?) could not hear him since he was talking so quietly. If she could talk directly to him, surely she could hear him? Right? Right? (Wrong!) Cursed green and cursed greenrider. He rubbed his temples and exhaled sharply before moving back toward the wall. His sleeves were quickly pushed up as he examined his elbows to find them both forming red blisters already from the scalding hot temperatures of the Sands. Wonderful. Just wonderful. "I'm going to throttle the life out of that little redheaded deadglow when I find him," he continued under his breath, then looked up.

All three hatchlings were far from him. Good. He rubbed his temples and then glared in the general direction of the Stands before moving back against the wall. Despite all appearances, he didn't feel like having to be startled by Calistoth again. So he settled for crossing his arms and scowling, though his mind was reeling out potential revenge on the greenrider...

[wirevix]

Kariel had only glanced up quickly as the new dragons began to hatch, long enough to see the colors of their hides--two greens and a blue. He was too wrapped up in himself to really watch them attentively, glancing back down as he stood, focusing on the ground and not on what was going on around him.

He didn't think he really wanted to know anymore, in all honesty. It was chaotic and confusing, not to mention so tense and frightening. Who knew what would happen next. He was sure that the foolish boy who'd run further onto the sands was just setting himself up for a mauling. Stepping forward like that was just completely foolish, not to mention dangerous.

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that it wasn't until he felt--and saw--the Blue tail wrapping around his ankle. His mind immediately darted to the worst, the dragon was going to pull him over and maul him right on the face.

But it didn't happen. The young Blue just nuzzled against him, and spoke in his head--so calmly, it seemed somehow absurd to him that the newly hatched dragon would be so calm.

/Do not look so sad K'iel Mine, Qualuth is here. But now we must go eat, we are keeping Wymeth and Oquith from their food. We will eat together./

K'iel, that was his name now. It really was. He was K'iel from now on. It was a strange feeling. A feeling that he found he liked. He put his hand lightly on Qualuth's snout.

"Okay," he whispered, starting to head across the Sands to F'rah, peering up at him and fidgeting slightly. "Umn... Q-Qualuth," he told the man his dragon's name, paused, and added on "And I'm K'iel." He could introduce himself as that now. It was so... strange.



Trulurve looked up at last as he saw the others hatching, and smiled through his sadness. It did him no good to focus on the one lost right now, when so many others were finding their bonded around him. Instead he focused on the happy things that were occurring.

He clapped as he stepped a little forward, away from the wall, careful but wanting to be a little closer to the young dragons--tottering over to find their chosen bonded must be a chore, so it made sense to do what the other boy did and get closer to them.

[ladybug]

Alifyr watched the brown hatchling gathering his eggshells into a pile. Weren't dragonets supposed to be in a frenzy to Impress? The brown and green certainly didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. He glanced back at the pretty green, he was still standing in the middle of the sands...and then she was gone! In the next instant, the brown and his mother both began keening, and Alifyr sucked in a breath of pained surprise. The sound was horrible, and he covered his ears to block it out, but it was a useless effort.

He would try not to dwell on it. Swallowing past a lump in his throat, he focused on the brown, who ran to the candidates and Impressed. Three more eggs hatched in quick succession, all Impressing. He looked to the Under Tow egg, which seemed like it would hatch next. He took a deep breath, wondering if his dragon was here somewhere.

[Ember]

Ferneth jumped slightly as another egg's occupant burst forth. It was a blue this time and he marveled at its colour for a moment. It seemed to be waiting for something and he worried that he too might go between. He was quickly distracted as another egg hatched a green. Neither of them went to find Theirs though. Instead they went to another egg and the blue actually helped it to hatch. He glanced at his fellow candidates. Did anyone else think this was weird?

That was apparently what the blue was waiting for. One green energetically ran towards the girls and spared no time in Impressing but the other green seemed more intent on playing. The Warm Current Green pounced on her blue brother. There was a moment before it became clear to the green that he did not want to play. When she got up off his tail she headed towards the boys instead of the girls again and...

Impression! For all three it looked like. The blue had his tail wrapped around a boy's ankle. Ferneth couldn't help the pang of jealousy he felt towards the new riders but he was happy for them at the same time. Although not really growing bolder he did take a few steps forward, mainly so that he wasn't trapped against the wall if a dragonet decided it would rather attack someone then Impress.

Out a little more he felt bare and defenseless. The wall had been acting as his anchor. The wall was both safe and dangerous. He stood his ground and awaited the next hatchlings to break shell. From what he could see only the Under Tow egg was showing any signs of hatching.The hatching seemed infinitely long to him. Minutes like hours, hours like days. He shoved these thoughts aside and focused his thoughts on the rocking egg. What was in that one?

[neeuqtar]

Despite the first green's death, it seemed that this Clutch was healthy enough. The three eggs which seemed to be Hatching in tandem revealed a powerful green, a blue, and a weak, tiny little thing of a green. It seemed like all three of them were good friends already, which made Vashti smirk. Poor sots who got that trio would almost be forced to become friends.

The Deep Waters Green turned and stared in Vashti's direction, as if hearing the thought. Vashti froze in place. The green began to make her way through the Candidates, brushing past the other females without hardly a glance, huffing in annoyance at one girl who didn't move fast enough. A sense of dread, for the inevitable, shrouded Vashti, only to be scorched away by a voice. Vashtimine. I hunger for food, but we must wait for my Clucthsister and Brother. We all eat together. Oh... I am Wymeth.

The green sounded almost exasperated, but her voice was filled with such love Vashti had to fight to keep from bursting into tears. She had expected... well, nothing, really. Nothing like this feeling, this warmth bursting through dams in her soul and flooding the dark dry places. Will you call me... Vashickelessotelti? the WeyrDrummer asked hesitantly, finally realizing the affection and love which the dolphins had always had for her. How cruel she had been, to be ashamed of their love...

That is a very long name, the dragon said, amused, as her two friends found Theirs. Can I call you... hmm... Telti?[/i] Wymeth asked hopefully, eyes purple and blue, the rainbows of initial Impression fading.

"Telti... yes," Vashti whispered. I would like that. The dragon thrummed, her voice a soft purr compared to her larger kin.

Well, Telti-mine, I am very hungry still. And Oquith has found Hers, as Qualuth has found His. The powerful green bounded over towards the food, while Vashti walked behind her more sedately, heat of the Sands and the way her feet were sloshing about in sweaty boots forgotten, as was the ridiculous Candidate's robe and everyone around her. Her vision blurred with tears unshed; she shook them away and peeled off the Candidate's robe as she jogged over to the other new Weyrlings.

"Her name is Wymeth," Vashti told F'rah as she yanked a bucket away from the green, who was all for sticking her head down into it and feeding herself. Without any trepidation--after all, she had fed dolphins live fish in her childhood, as well as dead bloodied ones--Vashti grabbed a chunk of flesh and handed it to Wymeth, who took it delicately and chomped down. Chew carefully! Vashti mentally reprimanded the dragon. If you bite yourself on the cheek, it will hurt and take a long time to heal. Wymeth snorted, but chewed slowly, with exaggerated care.

Mine's name is Vashickelessotelti! Wymeth told Oquith and Qualuth excitedly, arching her neck as her eyes spun green and blue. Vashti chuckled slightly, continuing to feed her green. She just uses Vash'ti for a use-name, but I call her Telti, the dragon said, more than a touch of pride in her voice. The WeyrDrummer looked over at her new companions.

"I'm Vashti, and this is Wymeth," she told Tr'esn and K'iel. "I'm guessing that lovely blue is Qualuth and the little green is Oquith?"

[dreamer]

Brulen was absolutely still as the two greens and a blue wandered by him to get to the candidates still close to the wall. They were so clumsy and, yes, scary.

Their teeth and claws were fully formed and not really under the hatchling's control. It was like seeing a three year old with a sharp knife in each hand, it both terrified you and made you want to leap forward and save them before they hurt themselves.

He couldn't save the hatchlings though, only the person they wanted could make the baby dragons safe, both to themselves and to every other candidate. He understood that a bit more now that he had seen the hatchlings change when they picked someone.

The person they picked looked like they'd been hit with a club too, though they all had looked happy about it. Five eggs accounted for. What would happen next?

[felina]

Niera had heard of how odd the clutches had become even down here, how even they had seen the taint so commonly observed in the Northern weyrs. She hadn't imagined, though, that it would be so obvious so quickly. The green, so reminiscent of Corenne's though without the mismatched wings that made it so difficult to fly, seemed lost on the Sands. She simply stood there, while her brown clutchbrother was a frenzy of seemingly directionless activity.

She should've prepared herself better for what came next. It wasn't as though she'd never seen a Hatching, but she still hadn't wanted to believe that it was even possible that the green would between. Perhaps it was some remnant of those memories dredged up by the Touching, but she had wanted so desperately for that hatchling to Impress. She could take the brown betweening, but with the green there was such an intense feeling of deja vu that she couldn't quite shake and she felt something close to fear now that her own gold would do the same.

The Sands were hot, hotter than she remembered them being at the Touching, and though she thought that her hair, still dripping down her back occasionally, likely helped, it didn't do much. Not to mention that she couldn't really tell if it was the water or sweat. Niera sighed; she'd probably have to wash all over again to counteract this. After she'd seen her dragon to sleep, of course. From this day out, her priorities would have to totally change, but it would all be for the better.

Not once did the possibility of being left Standing ever occur to her.

[archenstone]

Kalina watched the three dragons make their way over to their humans. With a pang she realized just how much she wanted one. Mutasim's been here awhile and he impressed... She told herself. She was getting nervous. What if she didn't impress? Would the next hatchlings be as nice as these. She watched as the newly bonded made their way out of the sands.

So thats five eggs now.She counted. She glanced at the other candidates. There where still plant of people here. She looked for a familiar face but since M'ta left she couldn't remember any others. She watched eagerly for the others to hatch. She smiled a little. She wanted to know who'd impress next!

[Avu]

Trilesn completely missed the Hatching of the High Tide Brown, completely immersed in the lovely little green. Her silvery-green hide...it fascinated the boy. His mind was completely blank - he was merely staring at the Rip Curl Green. She was so pretty...so pretty. His eyes widened, a moment of hope flashing through his mind, only to be dampened instantly as the usual self-deprecating thoughts followed. She won't want me... She deserved much, much better than just him...Trilesn still couldn't help hoping, though...he was completely and utterly in love with the little green. She was so pretty~~~so very pretty...he inched forward uncertainly. Why wasn't she Impressing? Anybody would be delighted to have such a pretty, pretty green...right? Nobody could reject her. She was adorable! Butbutbut - where was she going, what was she doing?

The Candidate twitched involuntarily as the green - disappeared, a whimper growing in his throat as his wide gray eyes widened even more, tears welling in them as exactly what had happened sunk into him. Nonononono. Trilesn backed away from the eggs, his eyes glued hopelessly to the spot from which the dragon had disappeared. "No...." The whisper was barely audible; even Trilesn didn't realize he'd spoken it. Another whimper as a tear started down his cheek, his dark eyelashes fluttering in anxiety, tears clinging to them as he wept silently - he was completely unaware he was crying until a tear slid down his chin and splattered his foot; he twitched his foot sideways at the wetness as he blinked sadly after the departed green. Sadness...

Of course he hadn't expected to Impress. Trilesn couldn't possibly be expected to. He was merely a scrawny little boy...and now he felt guilty. Out of habit, he'd begun to criticize himself. He should have stopped that lovely little Rip Curl Green from going between. Somehow. He should have thrown himself down, begged her not to suicide, dragged her around the Weyr till she could find her Bonded. -but he hadn't. And she had died. Before she'd even begun to live...sad. Another tear. So tear-blurred were his eyes that he didn't quite register the fact that the High Tide Brown had Impressed until he saw the brown laying something down in front of his clutchmother. A present? What could a hatchling give his dam so soon after Hatching, before he'd even left the Sands? Despite the tears, Trilesn smiled slightly. The first Bonded pair. A moment to be remembered - although any memory of this Hatching would be eternally marred by that poor, dear little green suiciding. So soon, too - at the very beginning of the clutch. Yet another teardrop. Sadness...

He sighed, blotting tears from his eyes in order to watch the Hatchings of the Crashing Waves, Deep Waters, and Warm Currents eggs. Blue. Green (large green, very!). And another littler green. Oh, weren't they beautiful? (The greens were, not the blue. In all fairness, all dragons were beautiful, but Trilesn absolutely adored greens.) He watched them, trying not to appear too forlorn or eager, ducking his head slightly and peering at the threesome through his eyelashes. First one to Impress, the large green - perhaps a good thing; Trilesn would have been dwarfed by her when she grew. Then - his heartbeat accelerated despite his efforts to keep calm as the green moved towards him (after a few playful pounces). Pleasepleasepleaseplease...

Tr'esnmine. Oquith is terribly hungry. Wait we must for Wymeth Mine and Clutchbrother. Together we eat.

Trilesn - no. That wasn't his name now. Tr'esn - completely twitched, every muscle convulsing as the little green pawed at him, and then rubbed against him, feline-like. "I - er - um. Oquith?" He'd Impressed. Those two words didn't register; didn't stick - Tr'esn simply stared, shock etched upon his features, mouth half-open, as he gazed at Oquith. "I - you - you Chose me." Hurry, Tr'esnmine, Wymeth and Qualuth are already going to get food and your Oquith is /starving/! Tr'esn forcibly snapped himself out of staring at Oquith, nodding ferociously. "Ummm, yes, food. Food..." He cast his gaze around and picked out the Weyrlingmaster, and took a step before hesitating. "Do I need to carry you?" he asked anxiously. I'm fine, Remine! Now let's go, please. Oquith was, indeed, moving just fine - if a little clumsily, bouncing by his side as Tr'esn slunk around the edge of the Hatching Sands, approaching F'rah with head shyly ducked, addressing the man's feet with one hand resting lightly on Oquith's head.

"Tr'esn, of Oquith."

The words were quiet, almost shy; Tr'esn kept his eyes from meeting F'rah's by habit, but there was a quiet, delighted pride behind them. He, Tr'esn, had Impressed - it seemed amazing to him. Sliding by F'rah, he followed Oquith towards her blue and green clutchsiblings, claiming a bucket happily and beginning to eat. Tr'esn claimed the bucket, bending over it and carefully feeding Oquith a peice at a time. You - have to chew, he instructed hesitantly, but Oquith seemed to have no troubles hearing him at all; she crooned through a mouthful before she heard Wymeth speak; her eyes gleamed in excitement. Mine is Tr'esn, she answered proudly, pausing to rub her head against his leg in the same feline-like motion that had been used at the moment of Impression. Tr'esn smiled shyly at Vashti, murmuring a reply of, "Nice to meet you, Vashti, I'm Tr'esn; and yes, this is Oquith."

[reqqy]

Remarkably, despite Behruth's energetic display on the sands, the brown immediately calmed the moment they came within sight of food. He didn't press forward, wasn't at all impatient...even though M'ta could feel his pressing, ravenous hunger beating at him. And sympathize. He'd felt a similar hunger so many, many times. M'ta came to sit neatly by one of the buckets, rearranging the shell fragments between his legs, and Behruth then came and sprawled across His langorously, nudging at M'ta to feed him. Now that we have our pretties, I'm so very hungry, he commented. "Most hatchlings help themselves, or that's how I understood it." I'm not most. You don't want me to eat too fast, so I'll let you give it to me at the speed you want to, Behruth replied, quite reasonably.

Couldn't really argue with that logic.

The hatchling ate at a measured pace, his attention captured by the sudden appearance of Jabari, come to investigate his new friend. Before long, both browns lay curled - or as much as they were able - in M'ta's lap, chewing at the meat in quiet contentment. The brownweyrling began sifting through the shell shards, running them through his hands contemplatively. Well, this robe was too large, anyway. What were they going to do, eject him from the weyr over a torn robe? M'ta tore off enough of a strip - which took some rather creative maneuvering given the weight piled on top of him - to wrap the shell fragments in, glancing up as three others moved towards the meat buckets.

He paid them little heed, aside from noting that he knew none well at all - they must be fairly new - and that all had impressed greens or blues. Only the older girl was taller, or in any way imposing in appearance, so he had no need to continue watching them, the boy busying himself with finishing his makeshift bundle. Behruth, on the other hand, was more than pleased to see his clutchmates. You'll all choke yourselves on the food, clutchmates mine, Behruth chided, amusement in his mindvoice. The pleasant little brown could hardly be imposing - he was at best the size of a large blue, anyway, even if he was nearly red in hue.

Behruth nudged at M'ta's foot. They are saying names, mine. Introduce me! So rude, ignoring people. The boy scrunched up his nose, but directed his gaze back to the others anyway. "Behruth wanted to say hi." The hatchling nudged him again. Harder. "Oh, and I'm M'ta. There. Happy now?" He added, a tad testily, to Behruth. But the brown merely crooned and snuggled against His, going back to his feeding with quiet glee. Oh yes. Happy.

[kysseh]

((I'll be finishing the hatching and PMing out profiles. <3 Gimme about half hour after this post to get them out! I don't have color codes for the dragons, so you can find one find whichever one you think suits your hatchling.))

While the Under Tow egg continued to rock, the Cold Current egg had no such compunctions about taking its sweet time. It had been wobbling minutely for quite awhile in slow, almost imperceptible motions. There was a sudden burst of activity, though, as the egg fairly exploded without warning, sending shell bits flying to scatter in a massive pattern as a dark creature huddled in the remains of its shell. The Cold Current Blue turned intelligent eyes toward the candidates, sizing and measuring, watching and waiting. He wanted one of them. One was His, but he refused to move from his shell remains, just sitting curled there and watching....

Watching as the Dark Fissure egg ruptured awkwardly and spilled an ungainly large creature to the sands. The dark hatchling gave a squawk of dismay and turned it into a throaty mini-bugle that sounded almost ridiculous coming from such a clumsy creature. He had landed on his back and flailed all of his limbs in the air, stuck as he was until some miracle had him on his side and able to find his footing. The Dark Fissure Bronze hissed angrily at the Cold Current Blue for being chuffing in amusement at him, and then the clumsy bronze made an impressive show of maneuvering toward the candidates. He would show that stupid blue, oh yes! He wanted the best, he did!

His show was stolen, though, for the Low Tide Brown had emerged from his egg without much fuss and was now bustling across the sands with great industry. Must find the candidates, must find His, must, must, must! His mottled hide had egg goo and shell pieces stuck all over it, but he seemed to not notice, simply moving as fast as his clumsy little legs could take him. The sand-covered Dark Fissure Bronze took a snap at him and screeched shrilly in anger and made a show of getting there faster. Instead, the massive bronze just barrelled his massive body right into Rawign. What... what was this?!

The Low Tide Brown ignored that and made a show of sniffing at all the candidates, crooning as the Under Tow Blue, finally out of his egg, joined him in the search. The Under Tow Blue, however, had his mind in the right direction and went right to a boy named Vaneti, butting his head lightly against the boy's leg. V'netiMine! I am your Glenth, and I hunger! he declared as the brown hatchling behind him gave a dismayed snort. The Low Tide Brown had wanted that one... he thought. He wasn't sure. It was all so strange! They were all picking, and he had no idea.

The Dark Fissure Bronze, meanwhile, had sat on Rawign and was headbutting him in the chest, whuffing angrily. He. Was. Not. Right! Where was His?! After swatting the impudent boy for not being right, the bronze moved like an unstoppable avalanche up and down the line of candidates, swatting and shoving as he moved and thoroughly ignoring everyone in his path. Niera got a tail-swat to the face, and Brulen's ankle got a snap or two and then-

MINE! SHAME on you for hiding from your Aberath! They got to find Theirs first, and you HID, and NOW no one is looking at me! How am I supposed to be important if THEY pick first?! No, do not look at those sissy creatures. Look at me, Ki'nerMine! ME! ME! the bronze thundered into Kishanner's--now Ki'ner--head, furiously butting at the boy with his clumsy dark, sand-encrusted head. He paused then. I did not act badly. No. You had better not tell anyone! I have a reputation to keep!

The Low Tide Brown had retreated from his clutchbrother's antics and was just looking over candidates in bemusement. He had been so sure, and now he wasn't! He needed a direction... an inclination... a hint! He plopped his rump down on the Sands and just looked confused, wholly unaware of the fact that his blue clutchbrother was taking advantage of his indecision. The Cold Current Blue had prowled with feline grace amongst the candidates while they were distracted and was nosing at Ferneth, making a low noise of confident contentment. I have snuck up on you, F'nethMine. You should keep your eyes open more, for your Kloth is very clever.

The single brown hatchling on the sand, ignoring the two rocking eggs behind him, just looked confused and lost. Where to go?!

[kysseh]

Kloth:
Bonded to: F'neth
Color: Blue
Appearance: This blue is a bit on the smaller side for his color, a little shorter in length with an initial appearance of slight frailty. That is, of course, until one comes close enough to notice the slightly greater breadth to his chest and barrel and the rippling of a fantastic amount of muscle in his hindquarters. His back legs are exceptionally strong, and while most dragons tend towards laziness and dropping off a cliff edge to get lift, Kloth will always prefer to leap for the air. Even as a weyrling, it will be difficult to keep him landbound, as he will always try to leap his way into the air. For all his agility, this blue still has a fairly decent amount of muscle and will definitely be a force to reckon with in the air. His wings are a bit on the longer and wider side, giving him a very silent glide that he can use to sneak up on people.

His coloring is reflective of a sunset after all the remaining colors have faded, leaving a very deep navy blue. His coloring is mostly uniform from nose to tailtip, a solid, dark shade that will make him excellent for sneaking around at night, if he can be persuaded to do so. Upon close inspection in the daylight, however, a person can see very faint, almost rosette-like markings on his hide that are just a single shade darker than the rest of his hide, giving the impression of some camouflage. He also has some of these markings around his eyes, only much smaller, and one would have to look very hard to see them.

Kloth’s movements are fluid, elegant, and incredibly efficient. His every motion is intended to accomplish the maximum, though most would not realize that just from watching him. He seems to move very slowly along on land and even in the air—which is where he prefers to be--just letting himself amble along. He nearly always looks alert, albeit not tense, but the arrival of something interesting, threatening, or just consisting of food will have him primed and ready to go. For all his supposed relaxed posture and movements at first, this blue can switch on his hunting instincts in under a second.

Personality: Kloth is solitary by nature and prefers to be alone, often seen hanging around the outskirts of a group he is forced to be a part of. Granted, once a dragon gets him talking, he is nothing less than courteous or polite, unless said dragon happens to be male, very energetic, and an apparent threat to his perceived status. Kloth is surprisingly a bit arrogant for his color, thinking himself the ruler of his own little domain into which all sorts of females are permitted most willingly. Males are tolerated for the most part and liked very rarely. Kloth is not the sort of dragon who trusts or befriends very easily, but once he has grown fond of you, you are assured to have a friend for life.

His quiet exterior hides a hunter that absolutely delights in sneaking up on creatures. He enjoys the thrill of the chase and will probably often take his time chasing a particular herdbeast or wherry for his meal. He greatly enjoys the stalking of his prey, though there is no sport in picking on something weak and helpless. This blue will probably stupidly try to hunt wild felines on occasion, much to the chagrin of His, though if his skills improve enough, he might actually be skilled at it. Other dragons are usually exempt from his hunting tendencies barring when one of them makes an enemy of him. Then that dragon can expect that Kloth will hunt them down and make their life miserable to the extent of which he is able.

In contrast to the general aloofness that he presents to most on first sight, Kloth absolutely adores the few favorites who worm his way into his heart. His will always be his favorite and will be frequently subjected to much nuzzling and crooning over… when no one is looking, of course. This blue also chases nearly every green that Rises to mate, and though he may be politely affectionate to them, he is rarely impressed by one. He continues to Chase over and over again, regardless of His’ preferences, until he finds a green that meets his high standards of strength, speed, and cleverness. It is likely he will Chase forever in search of his perfect mate, but until that time comes, he has no problem with Flying any other female that comes by.


Aberath
Bonded to: Ki'ner
Color: Bronze
Appearance: Aberath is on the larger side for his color, perhaps just a little larger than the average. He will never quite rival the smaller queens for length, but what he lacks in length he makes up for sheer bulk. This dragon is packed with muscle all around and looks rather bulky. He will always be a bruiser and a creature not to be trifled with, if only because one swipe of his thick tail could probably knock over most of the greens if he put enough power behind it. His wings are very broad, his shoulders and chest packed with muscle in order to help him get the strength and lift to heft his massive body in the air. He will never be very agile but will have the stamina of a typical bronze. Still, he will be a dragon to stick close to for protection during a fight.

His coloring is a very dark shade of bronze to the point where it has almost an odd green sheen to it around his fore and hindquarters and the junction of his head and neck. His hide darkens even more around these areas but fades to a slightly lighter shade on his belly and the underside of his neck and tail. His eyeridges are slightly more pronounced than one might expect, and he has a lighter shade of bronze running almost in a jagged circle around the top of his head, rather like a comical sort of crown. No one would dare laugh at him, though, for his gleaming white talons add an intimidating contrast to his very dark hide.

This bronze moves like the king he is… or thinks he is. With neck arched in a display of regal conceit and pride, he tends to stroll almost leisurely around his weyr, his river, his grounds. His movements in the air tend to send other dragons scattering, largely because he just moves into whatever airspace he wants, and anyone in that space is wise to vacate before he hisses at them. His eyes are very rarely a contentedly calm blue-green, so he usually presents a rather haughty yellow-green sort of gaze to the world, as if distrustful and disdainful of all of the puny little creatures below him.

Personality: Intimidating though he is in size, Aberath is almost comical in his arrogance. This bronze is firmly convinced that he is the greatest of the males in the weyr and, therefore, the king and the only suitable mate to the senior queen. He is smitten with her from his hatching and will take to following her around and being very possessive of his company when he can get away with it. Of course, the presence of a mate or weyrmate beside her does not deter him, for he very calmly and arrogantly works at hoarding her attention to himself and his lovely form. He is a handsome specimen of male, and, unfortunately, he knows it. His will be hard-pressed to keep this bronze from attempting to steal the senior queen’s affections. But, of course, if those won’t do, there are always the junior queens. He supposes that he could settle for them… if their senior counterpart is not so receptive.

For how arrogant and demanding he is, Aberath is not incredibly clever. Oh, he is no stupid dragon, but he lacks the capacity to be manipulative as that is too complicated for his brain to process. He will demand, and he will occasionally plot a way to snag the attention of the queens for himself. But he can not manipulate large quantities of people. Thus, this bronze will probably never land himself and His in a position of authority, solely because his focus is more on attention than any leadership skills. He is a ferocious dragon in the air and will not hesitate to take a chunk out of someone if they are a threat. But, petty disturbances are below him, and he chooses to ignore them altogether. While he may Chase greens on occasion, Aberath is of the opinion that the ‘lower’ females are far beneath him. So, they should be grateful for his attentions, and he tends to leave rather quickly if they are not appropriately submissive to him.

For all his flaws, this bronze is very loyal to those whom he loves. That short list essentially consists of His and whatever green or gold is suitably feeding his oversized ego. He also has a soft spot for weyrlings as he believes them to be his own hatchlings, which he, as king, must defend from any danger. He is fiercely protective of anything smaller that falls within his realm of protection and will likely be the first dragon in the air—prepared or not—to defend should there be any outside danger. However, he will probably often have to be told to keep down his protective instincts. Even the king of the weyr is submissive to the golds, for now, and he will sulk for days if one of them should tell him off. Only food and a plethora of compliments will stir him from his couch and his shame.

[glamourie]

Despite Calistoth's warning and K'lir's threat, Rawign had not completely given up. For about five minutes, he'd settled, giving the illusion of compliance, but.. then he moved. It was all going well and good, too, his plan to escape, so Rawign thought. He was edging carefully toward the entrance, glancing occasionally back at the other candidates to see if anyone noticed his sneaking. So far so good. No one seemed to care, so enthralled with the hatching, at least as far as he could see. He was almost halfway there, however, when something hit him from behind and hard. Dark green eyes widened as he hit the ground, only to feel a weight settle on his back that was half-dulled by the sudden and very recognizable pain flaring through his entire body from being against the Sands. His arms stretched under his head to keep himself from pressing too deeply, but he felt certain his legs and lower back were bruised, and part of him was annoyed. What idiotic creature had decided to sit on him? Did he look like a sharding perch!?

"Get off of me!" he growled under his breath, trying to dislodge the nuisance. If it was a hatchling he was going to beat its rider black and blue. BEAT THEM. He felt as though someone had shoved some kind of stove on his back - or worse. It weighed a ton. Fat creature. He squirmed, then managed to turn over just in time to be headbutted, and his scowl grew gradually worse. A bronze of all things. The slight pain that flared through his chest barely registered as he considered - strongly - shoving the little monster off, or trying to. It might get him bitten but it was better than the burns he felt certain were forming on his skin. Horrible little --

Swat. Oh, that was it. Rawign turned his face away as the claws raked through his robe and down his chest, bloodying him slightly. His anger intensified and as soon as the little bronze was up, he grabbed the sandal from his left foot and hurled it straight after the bronze hatchling. He missed by a considerable amount, but it made him feel better, until he realized he was lacking a shoe at the same time. He was just fortunate that the fat little nuisance created chaos as there was a good chance Millieth hadn't seen his antics. Eyeing the boy the bronze chose tempestuously, Rawign highly considered knocking him out. He wasn't much of a fighter but that was just sharding ridiculous and he was bleeding, he was hurting and someone was going to die. Growling under his breath (his escape tactics temporarily forgotten in his anger), Rawign hopped on one foot across the Sands in the direction that his shoe went.

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Do I look like a perch? No! I'm a person. Where does he get off, sitting on me? Bleeding - ooooh, how I hate bronzes," he muttered under his breath, though honestly, he didn't care if anyone heard him. He was ready to rip Kishawhateverhisnamewas to shreds just as a matter of principle. This! This was why he did not come to hatchings! All he ever got was bloody and hurting! And his elbows were burnt, his chest was burnt, he was just lucky his face wasn't and the little monster clawed right over what was probably a burnt spot - grr. Grr. Shard it all, he was leaving once he got his shoe and if anyone tried to stop them, he'd rub his blood all over their face. It didn't matter that the Hatching was almost over, he'd had it. Enough was enough. Little mongrel.