When Storms Roll In Flitter Clutch -- HATCHING

[Administrator]

Marra tended to the flitter clutch diligently, keeping it locked when she or Rawign wasn't there, and remaining there for longer periods of time when she saw the eggs were getting harder and harder. She turned them carefully, instructed by people who knew what they were doing. She had to say, she liked this job. It was almost like being a mother to these little flitters. Now, it was almost time for them to leave the nest. She allowed herself to smile, pulling out her gitar. She wasn't sure why, but she enjoyed playing music to them. Perhaps the creatures that would come out were singers. Then there could be a fair of singing flitters. She sighed. Distant dreams, but entertaining ones nonetheless.

As she strummed some random chords, she paused, puzzled. Was it just her, or were they singing along? Frowning, she peered closer to them. No- it wasn't them singing. Looking up in surprise, she saw a few wild flitters in the room, ones she hadn't noticed before, sitting in the rafters, their thoats vibrating with a hum. Eyes widening in recognition, she looked back down at the eggs. Sure enough, some of them were rocking, and one already had a fine crack in it.

Leaping up, she darted to the door, sticking her head out. "The flitters are hatching!" she hollered. Hopefully, someone would get the word out... Would Rawign make it? "Anyone interested, please come in! Drudge," she added to a drudge that was passing by. "Can you please bring some meat?" At the drudge's nod, Marra jumped back into the room, keeping the door open, her eyes going down to look at the clutch...

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Dark Clouds Egg - An egg on the smaller side of things, this egg has an eerie dark gray colouration to it, with swirls of white interspaced as though invisible hands dusted the shell with lighter coloration. Near the top and the bottom, the grays darken considerably, into nearly pitch-black and with undeniably ominous blend into the rest of the egg's coloration.

Wind-Whipped Egg - This egg is nearly pure-white in color, though scattered marks of gray in various shades give it a more illustrious appearance, as though it were once actually gray and was clearly marred and smudged by something else moving at a quick speed. The egg is on the smaller side.

Mist Egg - Strange to behold is this egg, for its color is somewhere between silver, gray, white and blue, fogged and mottled, blurred and mixed, as though whoever views it has to wink away tears to get a more clear view. But alas, it is simply naturally coloured that way. Neither too large, nor too small, this egg is a happy medium.

Storm Surge Egg - On the smaller size of things, this egg is a mottled mixture of extremes. It is primarily a dark blue but near to the top are awkward and abrupt white spots, along with lighter shades. The colours do not blend well at all, except for at the bottom, where the dark blue bleeds into nearly black.

Crushing Waves Egg - Silvery-gray bleeds into an abrupt white and then dark blue, darker still, with lighter highlights here and there. Vivid is this egg to behold, with no doubt a distinctive vivacious energy that will surely earn second and third glances, despite its small size.

Black Skies Egg - Easily the darkest of the eggs (even darker than the Black Seas Egg), this one looks almost as though it is truly black in colouration, though closer inspection will reveal that it is in fact very dark gray. Lighter edges of gray and small slivers of almost pale blue grace the sides of this egg; it is one of the largest in the clutch.

Thunderbolt Egg - This egg is a deep gray in colour and its on the smaller side of things. The gray coloration is abruptly interrupted in places by spider-webbed patterns that are a distinct silvery-blue, jolting from the top of the egg to the bottom, uninterrupted.

Lightning Struck Egg - Strangely colored is this egg, perhaps because it seems to be a primarily electric silver-blue, with only vague hints of darker grays. But the darker spots highlight the brightness (and it almost seems as if this small egg could glow!), almost as though the bright spots are forming a similar webformation...

Raindrops Egg - An egg on the smaller side of things, this one is a medium-gray with vibrant blue spots, as though someone drew tiny little droplets onto it at random intervals, all different sizes and shapes. There are several larger and darker ones, as well as some spots that are nearly white.

Stormtossed Egg - Is it cracked already? -- No. But this egg looks as if it is; a mottled gray, it has abrupt jagged lines all over it in white-silver from top to bottom, and black spots on either side. The gray and black mottled markings almost seem to move, but not quite. This egg is medium-sized.

White Waves Egg - An uneven mingling of white and blue (with the latter being more prominent, but not by much), this egg has a chaotic appearance. Its coloring is abruptly splashed about, rather than smoothly blended, and the contrasts between the white and the sudden dark blue are extreme. On the smaller side, this egg is definitely strange to look at.

Black Seas Egg - The deepest and darkest of blues in color, this egg is foreboding to behold. Lines of dark green-blue scatter around the egg, and an almost brushing of true black is visible near to the very bottom. While it is lighter than its brother, the Black Skies Egg, it is definitely a shadow in comparison to the grey-toned eggs near to it.

Maelstrom Egg - This egg has an odd swirl pattern to it. At the very top it has a very dark blue spot, bleeding into a swirl of one shade lighter blue, then another, repeating this pattern all the way down the egg; with each new swirl, the color lightens and the size increases, until the main body of the egg is a clear, if slightly darker blue. This egg is medium-sized.

Dust & Debris Egg - The best description for this egg is that it looks... dirty. Dark grey with darker spots, in between greys and shades of black, it literally looks as if someone has rolled this egg around in the dirt a lot, and then allowed it to be blown by the wind. It is on the larger side.

Dark Winds Egg - Medium-sized, this egg is a dark gray, with lighter and darker streaks, as though its original markings were abruptly blown away by a fast and powerful wind, leaving only a blurred and streaked appearance. The only clear thing about it is that this eggs colors seem to spiral from bottom up.

Drenched Egg - Dark blue bleeds into lighter blue and then drips down the sides of this egg, or so it seems. There are lighter spots further down, but this egg honestly looks as if someone took a bucket of water and dumped it over the egg before its full colours could form. It's on the smaller side.

Hail Egg - ... Out of place much? This egg is strange to behold, for it is by far the smallest egg, tiny in comparison even to its next smallest sibling, and it is pure white. It actually looks more like a rock than an actual egg, and certainly does not fit in with the others...

((A HUGE round of applause to Glam for writing the descriptions for the eggs and the flitters. Just keep in mind, not all people will Impress, so don't be like "D: why didnt i impress" because not everyone will. xD))

[paryal]

Fairamay pulled at a sleeping Paryal's clothing, trilling loudly and insistently. "Ugh, what are you doing? It's far too early for this." In fact, it wasn't early at all, but the Queenrider had been attempting to catch up on lost sleep due to Aezanth. The key word there was attempting. What is wrong mine? Voice sleepy, Aezanth barely lifted her head to regard her rider. Nothing, go back to sleep. Frustrated with Fairamay, Paryal batted the green away, only to have her return and settle onto Paryal's shoulder, tugging at her hair. "What do you want?" It couldn't have anything to do with her clutch- Fairamay had clutched a few sevendays ago in Paryal's own pile of dirty clothes. When the Weyrling had gone to pick up the items, the eggs had fallen out, each smashing to the ground and killing whatever baby they may have been. At their stage of development, there had barely been tiny embryos within each shell.

Finally relenting to the fire lizard's insistent tugging, Paryal stumbled bleary eyed after Fairamay. One foot in front of the other. That was the key. Where in Pern was this little green monster going to take her? Soon it became evident that Fairamay's path was leading directly toward the Main Hall. "You're sharding hungry? That's it? That's all this is about? You're more than capable of feeding yourself!" In fact, Fairamay enjoyed hunting over being fed by Paryal, a rather strange aspect to a domestic flitter. But Fairamay wasn't making her hunger noises. Instead, the green drove her onward, until finally Paryal stumbled inside the building, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light.

Fairamay, for her part, had sped off and was now sitting directly above a clutch of what appeared to be... Yes, fire lizard eggs! The green added her own soft humming to the general noise, looking quite pleased that her rider had found this clutch. As long as Paryal didn't bond to a pesky male, Fairamay would be okay with it. A companion could be nice. A younger, smaller green she could dominate... Yes, that would be nice.

Seeing the young Harper girl, Paryal joined her, watching each of the eggs carefully. "They're beautiful. Would you mind if I tried my hand at gaining one? I have one from a previous clutch. She led me here." It must be destiny, some small part of her mind added in a sarcastic tone. "I wouldn't mind another, to be honest. I'm Weyrlingrider Paryal." A belated introduction was better than no introduction at all, wasn't it? There was already meat spread out, so there was little she could do but offer her services so that this girl didn't end up with more flitters than she could handle. "Where did you find the clutch?" Paryal hadn't heard of any fire lizards, but her mind had been rather distracted the past few days. These eggs were particularly beautiful- more so than the clutch that Fairamay had come from, though this young woman would never admit to that publicly.

Also rather belatedly, Paryal realized it was her own birthday that day. Eighteen Turns and she hadn't even noticed! Well, a fire lizard would be an excellent present, if she did say so herself. Her eyes caught onto several shells that stood out to her more than others. Grabbing some meat, the Weyrling waited, knowing fully well that she didn't wholly deserve another flitter, but hoping for the best none the less.

[neeuqtar]

Uu'n suppressed a yawn as he headed for the dining hall in search of something to drink before he went to bed. Shards, it was almost noon... and he was tired already? Usually he was fine until about two in the afternoon, since he didn't get up until nine and, if he was feeling particularly lazy, even half past nine. His eye caught sight on the queenrider and someone else he didn't know, plus a fair of flitters, humming away. Huh. Must be a Hatching. It would be interesting to watch, in the very least, though Uu'n didn't have any intention on actually Impressing one of the buggers. His slasher had been enough trouble, and the vicious beast had eventually left for good, back to haunts he preferred.

And besides, the sweetbread he's swiped from the butchery was for Adith. The blue had an interest in trying out new food, and apparently sweetbread was an interesting part of an animal to eat. Like lungs. Not particularly interesting to the weyrling, but perhaps the dragon would prefer them. Uu'n looked over the eggs with a critical eye. Enough to be a queen clutch... had any queens even clutched recently?

"Pretty clutch," he commented, offhandedly. Really, Uu'n had nothing much to say. Adith was sleeping back in his weyr--it was getting small already, but that was only to be expected from a wherbarrack. Something would have to be done about the sleeping arrangements, but Uu'n wasn't sure how to go about that. Maybe he'd talk to F'rah. "Queen?"

[lilliana]

Mariyelle was in the indoor kitchen, happily eating. Well, maybe the only reason she was happy was because she was conversing with Arvenith simultaneously…but that would be beside the point. And, anyways, it wasn’t all about talking to her green. The roasted wherry was settling well in her stomach, to be sure.

You know that herdbeasts are much better than any wherry. I never tried wherry. It does not look good, so – “The flitters are hatching! Anyone interested, please come in!”

The voice came from somewhere around her, and Mariyelle looked to her right and left. Shoving the last bit of food into her mouth, the girl stood up from her chair. A flitter clutch…well, that would be different. She had never had a fire lizard…and to have a little companion! That would be very nice.

Ooh! Yes! A little cousin of mine would be a good companion for you…when I could not be there, of course. So, with her green’s approval, the green rider made her way towards Marra. She let a smile – well, maybe she had to force it – come to her face, and nodded towards the harper.

“Could I be allowed the chance to Impress a firelizard?” She was waiting respectfully for the answer, but was also discreetly trying to look at the eggs. All of the eggs were definitely lovely…Even the drab Hail Egg had an attractive quality!

((FREAKING SHORT POST!!))

[Requiem]

"It's an awfully long walk," Mutasim grumped. He wasn't nearly as excited about being outdoors as Z'hin, and the pain in his foot had come back full force no more than a fifth of the distance into their way back to Selenitas. Nor was the boy particularly keen on having to wrap an arm around the hulking shoulders of his friend. He hated touching men. Most of that hatred was absent with Z'hin, but he still felt quite odd, and the small fear nibbling at his core refused to go away.

The brownweyrling wasn't much more comfortable, though for different reasons. Mutasim had absolutely refused to be picked up. That meant, in order to help him, the man had to stoop really low in order to meet the small boy's height. His shoulders were most definitely stiff, as was his back and calves. "Well, I could always carry you," he retorted, knowing Muta wouldn't deign to answer. And he didn't.

And here I am, all warm and cozy on my couch. Those wherries were delicious. Z'hin wrinkled his nose. Shut up, will you? Muta has to eat. If I don't get him to the dining hall, he'll starve himself to death rather than make the effort to actually get up and move. This was true enough. Though, truthfully, Mutasim didn't eat because he wasn't used to eating, and, if there was difficulty involved in the process, he could well wait a couple of days. He'd done so countless times in the past.

The two entered the Main Hall of the weyr to find a gathering of flitters all around, humming softly, and a bunch of firelizard eggs rocking back and forth. Z'hin stopped moving. Mutasim looked up, eyes coursing over the eggs, his innate curiosity rising up before he shook his head. He wasn't likely to impress anything, much less firelizards. It would be best if they just continue onwards and get this over with, so that the brownweyrling wasn't put out any more than he had to be. But the man in question seemed to have other ideas.

Marra! Z'hin hadn't seen the harper since that day with Kali and Rawign. Oh, she annoyed him. His eyes flicked to Paryal, a wave of happiness starting over him, before, strangely, guilt followed on its heels. Guilt? Then he realized. He'd effectively touched Marra quite intimately as he manhandled her that day, or at least more intimately than he had anyone else in the weyr - although it had been out of spite. There was nothing about the relationship between the brownweyrling and the harper that was anything more than open animosity.

By the time he found his feet again, though, people were pressing into the hall on all sides, and he found himself worried for Muta. There was no getting out of here. Z'hin tried to edge the twain over to a slightly less-crowded area, where the candidates' foot was less likely to get trampled all over.

[ravenmane]

Ciara entered the Main Hall, happily chatting with Candidate Skyler. The boy had taken great interest in Ciara's unusual Green Toryth. Certainly the dragoness attracted attention due to the strange coloring she was adorned with. Ciara had been down by the river, watching her Green splash in the water. Sky had appeared, hoping to find some company. The two talked about Aslath's Maiden Flight and how the Benden Weyrleader had appeared. It had been frightening and harsh on the senses for many of the young adults.

The Greenrider paused in her flow of words long enough to realize what she had stumbled upon. A group of fire-lizards surrounded a clutch of flit eggs that were apparently in the beginning phase of Hatching. Goldrider Paryal stood nearby, obviously as curious as everyone else. Ciara approached, unsure of what to do. "When did they start rocking?" Her voice was small as she watched the Hatching flit eggs. Green Eryn popped above, her eyes whirling angrily. She didn't want another companion yet. Ciara was hers and hers alone. A hand absently scratched the fire-lizard in hope that she would calm down.


Meanwhile, Skyler watched the eggs with wide eyes. He had not Impressed at the last Hatching, deeply wounding his hopes. If he could just Impress a fire-lizard, it would assure him that he could become a dragonrider. A hand ran through his hair, uncertainty etched into his young face. Names for a flit raced through his head. Many were instantly discarded while others were set aside as possible.


P’nor waltzed into the Main Hall, a look of glee on his face. Bronze Cyanth had told him of the occurring Fire-Lizard Hatching. The rider had instantly set off in its direction hopeful that he would Impress one of the creatures. He found them charming although not as useful as the great dragons. Naturally, P’nor The great Bronze rumbled from his own bed, carefully nursing his wounds. Be quick, Mine. These bandages itch without mercy. A smile adorned P’nor’s lips as he thought of Cyanth, scratching himself. Be careful, Bronze one. Your wounds will become infected if those bandages are removed. A snort of distaste echoed in the Bronzerider’s mind as his dragon responded unhappily.

[Tashe]

The annoying racket that the two fitters had been putting up had suddenly stopped, and in its place a soft humming sounded. Both girls who they belonged to, looked up silently at the blue and green before casting a glance at themselves. The humming could only mean one thing, the flitter eggs were hatching.

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Knocking her knitting basket onto the floor as she jumped up in excitement, the first of the two girl candidates flung herself at the other before dragging the unwilling female be hind her. Black hair whipping back into the other candidate's face, Gina surged forward and toward the sands were the flitter eggs had been housed. It wasn't everyday you saw a wild flitter hatching, and the stern eyed girl wasn't about to let herself or Sara miss it. Her determination was the only thing keeping the other female from pulling herself away from her grasp, for her vice like hand had enclosed itself around the tanned forearm of Saraina.

"Faster! Hurry! Shard it Sara keep up! I don't want to have to drag you all the way there!"

Tossing her hair unhappily, Gina tried to search out the entrance door with her keen eyes, but they were to far away. In the moment that she decided to berate her friend once again for being slow, the young woman slammed into a tall man, though it wasn't hard enough to bounce both of the candidates backward, only Gina.

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The attack had began when her green eyes met the firm blue ones of the girl she had been stuck with. Flailing indignantly as the female candidate wrestled her out of her seat, Saraina tried to resist against the determined Gina's pull. But it was no use, even when she did brake away the girl's arm would shoot out and snatch another part of her body. It was a no win situation. Solemnly listening to Gina as she tried to force more than a reluctant trot out of her, the senior candidate was glad when F'con popped up out of no where.

Laughing ridiculously loud as Gina crashed into her cousin, Saraina had to take a moment to breathe before she could talk in intelligent sentences. "F'con! You should listen to where you're going! Couldn't you hear Miss Knitter stomping down the hall?"

Carefully jumping over her fallen comrade, the taller raven headed girl swayed her way over to the entrance door before laughing at Gina again and then entering.

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Jackreth had, via the dragon channel, told F'con that the flitters were hatching. Unaware that Gina had already found out about them, the tall, dark and hansom bluerider had made his way over to were the girls were to warn them. Although when he had rounded a the last corner before the entrance to the sands where the clutch was located, F'con had the breath knocked out of him by a charging female. Grunting slightly as the young woman bounced off of his abdomen and landed on the floor, the searchrider ran a hand through his hair before looking down at who had hit him.

"Gig--" About to say his cousin's name, F'con was interrupted by the voice of his brother's charge. He had in fact no heard hide nor tail of Gina as he traversed through the halls, but instead of responding to Saraina he only sneered slightly before helping his younger clan member to her feet.

"Geesh Gigi. Careful, you might give yourself a concussion. But in any case, we should go quickly if we wish to procure a chance at a flitter. Come come."

Roughly herding his cousin through the entrance door, the bluerider and Gina took their places near Saraina who had baskets of meat waiting for them.

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Each of the three hopefuls assumed a different pose, each characteristic to themselves and their attitudes. Saraina had taken to a crouch like she had done in the hatching where she had impressed upon Zor, while quietly waiting to rustle the meat filled basket. Gina had happily wrapped her arms around the entire basket, almost as if she was giving the wicker a large bear hug, her excitement carefully arranged under a pleasant mask. While on the other hand, F'con lazily stood with his basket dangling loosely from his finger tips. All three wanted to impress a flitter, though all three knew that each of them had the chance that they would not impress.

[thialyn]

Mine! Wake up Mine! My cousins are Hatching!

At that point, T'ren was rather uncerimoniously dumped from his bed as Kasraith decided he wanted his rider up and out. The tall boy looked up from his postion on the floor--and Paryal had been right about it being rather comfortable--seeing his bronze grinning down at him, eyes whirling a bright and fast green. Why oh why did Kas have to like flitts so much? Rubbing his eyes, T'ren tried to wake up from his nap. He had needed it after he tried to teach Kas how to swim. And of course, the bronze swam much faster than the human, even without two of his legs, leaving T'ren to try and catch him before he hurt himself in the deeper water. Hence the power nap.

But now Kas wanted something else. He wanted to watch the flitts hatch. And seeing the excited look on his dragon's face, how could T'ren say no? As the bronze's excited bled over into him, T'ren smiled.

"Then I guess we'd better get going, huh?"

Kas bounded off the bed, the only reason he could do so being that his legs were still on. He had wanted to walk around the Weyr after T'ren had gone to sleep and the rider was amazed at how much energy the growing bronze had. So the pair walked quickly to the Kitchens, grabbing a bowl as they went. Kasraith practically bounced up and down, tail swishing from side to side as the flitter eggs rocked back and forth, threatening to hatch. T'ren watch his dragon with amusement. Who knew a bronze would care so much for his smaller cousins?

Eya's arival was a different story. Mayeth had to practically push her into the Kitchens. Even being at the Weyr, she had not turned into a sociable person, so standing there with so many people, awaiting the arival of the tiny flitts, was not the most comfortable of situations for the greenrider.

Come on, 'Mine, Mayeth said, eyes green and a half smile cracking her face. It won't hurt to stand there will it? Too bad the green was right. So roughly grabbing a bowl of meat, Eya stood towards the rear of the group, out of the way and out of mind. Yet she could not help but be drawn to the rocking of the many eggs, slightly pulsing with the life that lay but a hairsbreadth from awakening. And even though she dared not get closer, she found herself peering over the heads of those before her, trying to see as many of the eggs as possible.

Outside the Kitchens, Mayeth hoped that a flitt could do what she had not yet managed. To get her rider back out of her shell like the day of their Bonding. But then, maybe something else would too, something that Mayeth felt would be the only way. And she felt it was soon.

[Administrator]

Marra paled immediately at the people who started entering. She wasn't good with so many people... Her eyes darted about nervously, scanning the incoming tidal wave of people for familiar faces. As she did so, she nearly jumped as someone asked her for permission. She scowled. Why were they asking her? It took a moment to realize it was because she was the egg's caretaker. Blinking in surprise, she nodded slowly to Paryal. "Erm, all right," she told the woman uncomfortably. Even though Paryal was a weyrling only, Marra did not do well with someone who she knew would be her superior on day. "I'm Marra, journeyman harper," she replied, attempting an awkward smile. "It's all right. I don't plan on Impressing any," she admitted. Slowly feeling ease build into this conversation, she went on.

"Rawign- a candidate and a healer- we found them in the jungle a little while ago," she told Paryal with a shrug. "We've never found a flitter clutch in the wild before. Or, at least, I haven't." Speaking of which, where was Rawign? She was slightly put out. She didn't want to deal with a clutch all by herself.

Another voice caused her to jump. Frowning at the boy, another weyrling, judging by his knots, she said curtly, "That's what we've deduced." She still didn't like boys much, she thought with a sigh. They were pointless beings useful for only- Yet another person!? Scowling, Marra nodded, not even bothering to speak with Mariyelle. Too many people could make Marra be extremely grumpy. This, unfortunately, was the perfect example. She was even distancing herself from Paryal, who had proven to perhaps be intelligent conversation.

It certainly did not improve her mood to see Z'hin arrived. If only she could shove him out of here! But to do so would be to make a scene, which Marra was already doing a poor job at trying to avoid. But really! What gall, to show up to a hatching of flitter eggs she had cared for! Oh, she was going to throttle him later... The stupid idiot. Giving him a pointed glare, her stormy eyes turned back to the rocking clutch.

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The first egg to break the ice with a bold crash and a screech was the Black Skies Egg. Whether by some twist of fate or by chance merely, all were oddly reassured when a bronze, a sturdy young bronze of dark, warm tones wrenched himself forth. He was absolutely perfect, his coloring phenomenal to behold. His little head turned sideways, cocked at all of the people looking down at him in wonder. Well, why shouldn't they? He was a fine beast to behold! Leisurely stretching out his wings at full span, one could remark on the absolute shine of his body, and when he reared onto his hind legs, his lighter-shaded belly was visible.

Then, he emitted a blood-curdling shriek, and hissed the people before him. He had to display and assert his dominance over them, after all! Letting out a miniature bugle, he prowled the floor, hunger pangs shot through the room. Yet who would he choose...?

As the bronze pondered his choices, the Crushing Waves Egg cracked, slowly splitting in two. From the shards, a green stepped out daintily, her dark color vibrant and the egg-fluids glimmering in the light. Giving a pleasant chirp to her surveyors, she paused to preen for a moment. Almost seductively, she rubbed her head against a wing to itch it. She let out a small croon. She was hungry. Time to look at the potential bondeds. Pulling herself up to the row of people, she plopped down, curious as to who she would like the best. Such a hard decision! They all seemed so nice!

Well, it would have to be a quick decision. Closing her eyes, the little green lifted her baby wings and flew forward randomly, hoping to hit someone good, which she knew she would. With a gentle bop, she hit someone square in the calf. Chirping inquisitively, she quickly creeled in hunger. F'con needed to feed her now! She was starving!


Dark Clouds Egg -- Unhatched
Wind-Whipped Egg -- Unhatched
Mist Egg -- Unhatched
Storm Surge Egg -- Unhatched
Crushing Waves Egg -- Hatched :: Green :: F'con
Black Skies Egg -- Hatched :: Bronze
Thunderbolt Egg -- Unhatched
Lightning Struck Egg -- Unhatched
Raindrops Egg -- Unhatched
Stormtossed Egg -- Unhatched
White Waves Egg -- Unhatched
Black Seas Egg -- Unhatched
Maelstrom Egg -- Unhatched
Dust & Debris Egg -- Unhatched
Dark Winds Egg -- Unhatched
Drenched Egg -- Unhatched
Hail Egg -- Unhatched

[lokath]

((Okay, I have no time now. LAME POST AHOY.))

A'en entered the room. He looked at the flitter eggs. They were pretty, and he wanted one. Please. Um, Ayisseth followed him to the door, but decided not to go in, and go swimming. A'en got some meat and tried to get closer to the eggs, but there were a bunch of people in his way, so he got stuck at the back.

[paryal]

"Oh, you may not plan on Impressing any, but the fire lizards likely have other plans." Grinning at the Harper, Paryal stared upwards at her Fairamay. "I was interested in Impressing a fire lizard my first time around, but I'm not sure how much of it was planned. My pretty little girl decided that I looked like I would provide her food." In truth, Paryal's memory of Impression to Fairamay wasn't as clear as her memory of bonding to her beloved Aezanth, but this girl didn't have to know that. In fact, she didn't plan to tell Marra anything about her dragon, seeing how ill at ease the young woman seemed to be in her company, though after a few minutes Marra's body seemed to relax visibly.

"Finding a fire lizard clutch in the wild is supposed to be a rare occurance. You got lucky." Grinning at the girl and the so far invisible male companion, Paryal examined each of the eggs. They were all certainly beautiful, worthy of lavish praise being heaped on them. "They're prettier than the clutch my Fairamay came from." Though only moments before she swore she would never admit that out loud, Paryal found herself speaking the words freely. Well, it was true. Besides, Fairamay was far too preoccupied with the younglings below to pay one bit of attention to her bonded human. "I feel selfish for trying to get another one." Shrugging, Paryal clearly showed that feeling selfish was going to stop her from trying to have another Impression. It was almost like an addiction, though she was quite sure that she would stop after two fire lizards and a dragon. That was plenty of work, thank you very much.

Seeing Z'hin enter, Paryal waved cheerfully, though the faintest hint of color was starting to rise in her cheeks. Their friendship would never be the same thanks to her, but there was an ease between them that was much, much better than the stony silences she had endured before. By the time that Paryal had turned her attention back to Marra, the Harper girl was focused on the increasing stream of people plunging in. How did everyone find out so soon? Well, those with fire lizards would have heard from their little beasts, and it looked as if some were stumbling in for a meal... Fantastic timing. Just fantastic. Well, at least the hatchlings would have choices now.

Speaking of hatchlings. In the momentary lapse of Paryal's attention, a handsome young bronze fellow and beautiful little green had broken their shells. The green had made her decision in a rather unorthodox way, but the bronze fire lizard was still posturing and bugling and making all the noise in the world. "Oh shush you!" Annoyed at the way the little fellow was going on, Paryal offered her own meat in the hopes of getting him to at least shut up for a little bit. He didn't need to bond with her. He just needed his mouth shut for a few minutes. It was bad enough that they would all be creeling soon, but did he have to carry on like that?

[glamourie]

"Beggar, be quiet," Rawign snapped as he finished tying a small bandage around Kaliran's right hand. Kaliran had burnt himself doing... something; Rawign didn't want to know what, but he knew the kitchens were involved. After tending to the injury, he'd wrapped it solely because of its location. But it was hard to do anything with Beggar lurking around squawking at him every two seconds. The burning was only a minor injury, though, in comparison to the rest. Kaliran and Keliris were off doing something they wouldn't elaborate on, but the brothers had come to the infirmary with Keliris having a long, ugly cut down his arm and a few scuffs on his cheek, while Kaliran had his burn and thoroughly twisted an ankle. The only explanation he'd managed to get out of them was that they were somewhere they were not supposed to be and, as Keliris put it, "The less you know, the less you've got to lie for us." Well, fine. He didn't care anyway.

After he was sure the brothers were bandaged, Rawign turned back to his blue firelizard... who promptly squawked right in his face. Beggar was soon joined by Chipper, surprisingly enough, since she normally never spent any time around Keliris; she disliked that one. But both firelizards were animatedly squawking, chattering and chirping, flying around the trio with Beggar sounding considerably more distressed than his green companion. What was their problem?

Keliris, the shortest of the three, raised an eyebrow before pulling himself up off the cot. He didn't care what they were fussing over, he was going back to bed. But as he started to leave the infirmary, he saw a drudge carrying a large tray of meat and all of it fell into place in his mind. Turning back to the other two, a small dark-haired storm whirling around, he indicated Kaliran and Rawign with one finger. "There's a Hatching going on right now," he explained, then thumbed behind him, "I've just seen a drudge go past with a huge bowl of meat. It must be firelizard, I can't thi--"

"Marra is going to FLAY me!" Rawign's outburst made Kaliran and the firelizards (Beggar squawking his excitement at his human-thingy finally getting it!) fly around the room once more before Chipper swept out and toward the main hall. Promptly throwing all of his tools and belongings back into their proper places (perhaps less neatly than he normally would), Rawign actually half-dashed past Keliris and Kaliran, both of whom stared after him in confusion. He had to get to the Hatching or he might lose his head - literally. Besides, he felt mildly protective of those eggs, since he and Marra were the ones who found them. He followed Beggar who led him straight to the main hall before winging over to land next to Marra with a sweet chirp. He otherwise ignored the other firelizards.

Rawign himself came skidding into the main hall before scurrying around the people already there. Once he made his way over to Marra (who had, apparently, attracted quite a crowd), he stopped and looked at the remaining eggs. Two had already hatched! How could he have missed that? And Beggar was trying to tell him all along. He really was dim. Turning back to Marra, Rawign smiled sheepishly, fully expecting to have his ears boxed for being late. It was strange, but he sort of viewed the firelizard eggs as his and Marra's, not other people's. Was that egotistical? A little. He didn't expect them to Impress them all, of course, but he would have been extremely upset to have missed their hatching.

Back in the infirmary, Kaliran stared after Rawign before turning to Keliris, who had taken to snickering. "Not spurned, my backside. Doesn't like her, your backside! Well, come on, 'Ran." Keliris grabbed his younger brother by the wrist and the two hobbled into the main hall shakily, both clearly amused by Rawign's antics, or perhaps at his expense. Not that he could see them, since when they came in, the two made their way into the crowd of people milling about rather than over to where Rawign stood. They both were there more to watch than anything else, though neither would have been disappointed if they managed to, by some freak chance, Impress something. Neither made an effort to be closer to the eggs, though.

"Who all has Impressed so far? I see a bronze - what else hatched?" Rawign whispered, the words meant only for the Harper girl. His eyes were on Paryal, the Queenrider, who was offering meat to the little bronze, but his attention was more divided up between the little bronze and Marra than anyone else. He'd temporarily forgotten there were a lot of others there.

[lilliana]

Mariyelle wasn’t very happy that she was ignored. That was simply rude, especially considering she had just talked to two other people. However, she had very good experience how annoying people could be…so…the green rider couldn’t really get angry at the harper. Sighing, she nodded towards Marra, and stepped closer to the clutch. She was slightly piffed, it was true, but what could you do? Anyways, how could someone necessarily be angry when eggs were about to hatch – were hatching, Mari amended, looking at the bronze that stood in the shards of the former Black Skies Egg.

The Black Skies Bronze was a beautiful creature, to be sure. Quite a beauty…but shards. He was loud, and possibly not the nicest creature in the world. But hey, he lived to be admired…Mariyelle let a small smile come to her face, looking at the bronze. He was vicious, to be sure, but the green rider still liked him. He’s mean, Marimine! Well…it seemed to be the case that Arvenith didn’t like him. Mariyelle’s smile broadened, and she shook her head at her dragon’s silliness.

What?! He is mean…look at him, hissing at trying to scare everyone! Now, my other cousin…she’s a good one. Go bond with her! Mariyelle rolled her eyes. You would think that a dragon would understand that, in this particular case, the ‘lizard chooses the person. Much like the dragon chooses the lifemate…? Arvenith, somehow, did not comprehend. Mariyelle simply giggled girlishly, letting her attention turn back to the clutch.

A green had indeed hatched – a pretty green, too. However, she quickly went to a blue rider, and Mariyelle turned her eyes back on the clutch and the un-Impressed bronze. This was bound to be an interesting event.

[Tashe]

Cursing slightly as he felt a sting emit from the side of his calf, F'con grunted as he looked down at what had caused the unwelcome pain. Though all anger toward his attacker vanished as his eye's fell upon the little female who clung to his riding leathers. Dropping to a knee, the bluerider carefully detached the young flitter before rolling a small piece of meat up between the fingers of his free hand. Popping the small roll into the green's awaiting mouth, F'con let a smile grace his stern lips. He was the first to impress in the flitter hatching, just like he had done when he stood for Jackreth.

"There now little one. Lets give you a name shall we?" Pausing for a moment to let a multitude of names bombard his brain, the man spoke again. "Viveer. How about that huh?" Receiving a hungry response to his question, F'con chuckled slightly before feeding his little green some more meat.

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Looking up from the bronze that had hatched, Saraina and Gina both showed some sort of congratulations toward the Bluerider.
But after a few moments of watching F'con, they returned their gaze back to the flitter clutch. Maybe they'd impress a flitter too...

[boober]

Laundry was one of the most boring things a girl could do. Yet, Cezine was doing it. Well, why shouldn't she? It was her job, after all. At least, today it was. Everyone else present was either a drudge or some random weyrfolk who had no official jobs or titles. There were seamstresses who sat mending and patching worn clothes, those who poured the soapsand into the huge boiling kettles of clothes... and those like Cezine, who stirred said kettles with the long stirring sticks. Not hard work, to be sure, but definitely boring and tedious. It made for excellent day-dreaming though, something that she didn't do often. Her version of day-dreaming was really just absorption into her thoughts. She could stir clothes with her eyes shut, but the last time she'd done that, one of the drudges had thought she was asleep. Amusing, certainly, but somewhat irritating when she opened her eyes to see several faces peering at her around the kettle. What?

However, a strange sound intruded on her thoughts; a low humming noise that she felt was very familiar. Suddenly, her eyes popped open just in time to see one of the other women's firelizard vanish. The others still thrummed, a few chittering at their bondeds. What-- then suddenly it clicked, something that Rawign had slipped up about the other day. Her eyes widened as she realized that the clutch must be hatching. Dropping the stir-stick, the Candidate turned on her heels and bolted from the room. She wasn't going to miss this for the world! She would take punishment if that was the case, but after this clutch hatched! She had always admired the little beauties, coveting one of her own. She had the opportunity now, she wasn't about to waste it!

Not even noticing that the kerchief keeping her hair back had slipped and fallen out, Cezine skidded around a corner before darting toward the Main Hall. Hopefully, she wouldn't be too late.... She burst into the room, her wide eyes scanning the number of people before falling to the clutch where it was laid out. Pausing for a moment, she gathered her breath from her mad dash through the Weyr before straightening. It didn't look as if she'd missed much. Good! At a glance, she could tell that two eggs had already hatched; it looked as though a green had Impressed, and there was also a bronze as of yet unbonded.

Absently, Cezine reached up to brush a strand of her dark hair from her face, only then realizing that there was nothing keeping it back. Oh well. She'd probably find the kerchief on her way back. Brushing her fingers through her hair, she murmured a quiet greeting to Marra and cast a small smile in Rawign's direction. But Marra seemed preoccupied, so the Candidate didn't waste time trying to catch her attention. Instead, she fit herself as neatly into the crowd as she could even as gray eyes flicked here and there for any signs of a bowel of meat. When she didn't spot any nearby, she began to search her pockets and belt pouches. Her chances of Impressing a flitter without food were drastically reduced, especially when those around her had some morsel for any of the little ones who happened their way.