When Storms Roll In Flitter Clutch -- HATCHING

[glamourie]

Once Roxie went to sleep, Rawign turned his attention back to the hatching, though the green was placed in the bend of his left arm so that she could get comfortable. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to approve of that idea and crawled right up to his shoulder, then up to his head before curling up in the mess of black curls with surprising ease. Her darker coloration was brightly visible to all who glanced at her, a stark contrast to the true black of his hair. His eyes flicked to the little creature in Uu'n's hands and he raised his eyebrows slightly. Well, whatever it was, it wasn't a firelizard, but... he couldn't help but find it interesting, if only because he'd been sure the egg she came from was a rock. Maybe he'd be able to find the bluerider some other time and ask him about her... She certainly looked interesting. Or well, he assumed it was a her, given the fact that the creature was gold. It might have been male...?

Whatever else he would have thought was completely lost when the next egg hatched to reveal another green. Her behavior made him smile and he glanced over at Beggar on his shelf, but the blue firelizard had eyes only for the green on his bonded's head. Green, green, he had a green! But did that mean he would have to share his food...? He didn't want to share...

Scolding caught Rawign's attention again and he looked back in time to see the little green... mouthing off to the largest remaining egg of the group. Amused, Rawign glanced down at Marra's sleeping form. Oh, if she could have caught that, she probably would have found it funny; he'd tell her soon enough. It looked like the other egg didn't appreciate its treatment, though, if the way it cracked was anything to judge by. The bronze that the egg revealed drew his eyes and he raised an eyebrow. By the time Beggar found him, he could fly, but it was wobbly flight; Roxie, too, had been surprisingly a natural in the way she chased little Desdemona around. But the bronze seemed to be ... experimenting? It was almost cute, and he couldn't help but bite his tongue and watch in amusement, and a hint of condescending appreciation. He didn't know the boy that the bronze stopped by and frankly didn't have any reason to feel that way, but Rawign thought it was positively hilarious to watch the little one dare to snap at someone who he almost flew into. It wasn't personal, if nothing else.

Backwards flight actually made Rawign raise his eyebrows in worry and when the little bronze fell, he forgot completely about the green on his head to drop down in a crouch and lift the poor little fellow off the floor. He scooped him up carefully, though Roxie woke from his lack of consideration for her chosen spot and proceeded to scold both him and the bronze for disturbing her. Ignoring the green for the moment, though, Rawign checked the firelizard over for any signs of injury - such a fall might have hurt him! - and then held him close to his chest before feeding him.

"Oh, quiet you, he didn't mean it and neither did I. I promise not to move my head again while you're up there," he commented as he fed the little bronze, who daintily snapped up the meat with no regard for his green clutchsister's temper. Roxie, on the other hand, spat once at Rawign and then curled up... only to lay on her wing and creel in response. Rawign frowned and rested the newly hatched bronze in the bend of his elbow before lifting his free hand to help rearrange the green on his head, then he went back to feeding the surprisingly-patient hatchling. Silly thing had laid right down on her wing, how could she do that? And the little bronze - so patient and tolerant of her... Such a shame Marra was asleep and missing it! He glanced down at her slightly and smiled. If he hadn't heard Kaliran, he might have named the bronze after her, but as it was, Maris was taken and he didn't want to sound like an idea-stealer. But another name floated through his mind. "Li. I'll call you Li, after Religna," he whispered, the words meant more for the firelizard than anyone else, as he lost track of the rest of the hatching. Even the screeching didn't draw his attention back. "And we'll just have to hope she doesn't take it personally if she ever meets you, hm?"

Chirping quietly, the firelizard finished his last piece of meat and curled up right in his spot, content to lay where Rawign had put him. By the time he was finished eating, though, there was only one egg left - and it hatched perfectly soundlessly. Raising his eyebrows, Rawign watched the little blue firelizard in interest as it chose... Z'hin? How interesting. He tilted his head and smiled his congratulations, though the fact that the creature made no noise made him slightly uncomfortable...

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Keliris, on the other hand, frowned from his spot hidden in the crowds. All the eggs had hatched, which meant... nothing. He didn't mind so much, though, instead standing up and actually walking forward to scoop the eggshells from the floor. Each shell was placed up on the table, where he could easily brush them away and dispose of them without having to worry about leaving a huge mess. He couldn't say that he was surprised, though. He liked firelizards well enough, but they didn't like him. Most things didn't like him. He was okay with that, though, since Kaliran seemed so very happy with his new blue firelizard - the way the boy took to his feet and bounced off excitedly was clear indication of that. He was probably going to go show him around to Salira, their mother, if he knew 'Ran at all. Keliris was just pleased all of the firelizards found themselves their own places, though; if any of them had gone between, he'd have been more upset. He'd expected to not be able to compare to most of the people there, though.

Once all the shell fragments were up on the table, he scooped them up into his arms and stalked off in another direction, without a second's thought or hesitation. They'd have to be disposed of, after all, and those who Impressed couldn't be counted on to do it - they were bound to be busy with their new hatchlings. The drudges didn't deserve to get left with that kind of work. (And he thought a lot less when he was working, so it was easier to avoid being disappointed.)

[Tashe]

Raising her eyebrow at the two eggs that hatched in almost exact unison with a powerful trumpet afterward, Saraina snorted at the two males stepped out of the ruined remains of their shells. A blue and a brown, not twins but their actions tried to shed the doubt about it, and this took some attention away from the last egg on the sands. Watching the midnight blue take to the air with an unusual skip to his wing beat, the female candidate let her eyes slide down to the ground as the little male dropped to her feet with a hungered look upon his face. Sighing as she took a similar position to the one she had used to scoop up Zor, Saraina inspected the blue with the attitude she had done with her existing flitter. "Is this a sign little one? Apparently blue flits seem to like me well enough, but I wonder if a blue dragon will take a liking to me at this next hatching." Smiling slyly as she stuffed the blue's mouth with some meat before retreating to F'con with Gina disappointedly dogging behind her, Saraina spoke again. "I'll name you Scipio... after one of the Thief Lords."

[Requiem]

Z'hin hadn't at all been paying attention to the rest of the Hatching, not with his two friends taking up his limited concentration. Muta he felt protective towards, of course, and so kept an eye on him, and Paryal was directly in front of him. So the brownweyrling did not see the rest of the hatchings, the strange thing Uu'n had Impressed, or even the curious dark blue flitter that made his way hesitantly through the thinning crowd in their direction.

A flicker caused his mind to stutter, a familiar, though smaller, popping sensation preceding the urgent little stab of hunger and soft fear at perhaps being rejected settling in his mind. Z'hin looked down at the body pressed against his leg, resting on his bare foot and digging its claws lightly into his skin, almost a nervous action. A little desperation, there. And yet the creature made no sound at all, simply staring up at him with hopeful, yearning eyes, still a bit pink, the unobtrusive probing at the brownweyrling's mind continuing, only still more subtle than before. It was almost as if the blue, knowing that Z'hin had seen him, felt no need to project more than the smallest bit of his anxiousness.

The young man reached down and held out his hand, the gorgeously constructed royal blue firelizard stepping up rather gracefully, given he'd just hatched. His wings flared for a moment to catch his balance, before tucking back against his sides. Every move seemed so delicate and stately. There was just an understated sense of grandeur about this small creature. Z'hin took some of the meat Mutasim still had left, feeding the flit one piece at a time, the hatchling regally taking his time, despite the overwhelming hunger crawling in his gut.

What will you name him? Jessereth queried, genuinely interested. It seemed that he had too high an opinion of himself to be jealous of a firelizard, after all. Any creature that bonded with His, in the brown's opinion, deserved some respect, if only because His was the best there was. Z'hin chuckled at that, actually flushing in embarrassment, but the blue flitter settled into a light coil in the palm of his hand and nuzzled his thumb in what could only seem to be agreement. The brownweyrling blinked. Could the blue have known what he was doing, or was he simply making himself comfortable?

His name will be..."Hrorek." It was a fitting name, with a tad of irony to it. Just as with the handsome blue himself, the name had a subtle strength to it. It was unobtrusive and warm. Hrorek's regal head lifted for just a moment, his mouth opening a little - and then it closed on no sound, the creature electing, instead, to rub his skull along the crease of Z'hin's hand before falling asleep in contentment.

[missa]

With every Flitter Impressed, Beka's heart sunk just a little more, like a stone in a pond. She couldn't hope that one of the last Flitters could belong to her, she just... Couldn't. It was impossible to think that out of anyone in the room, a flitter would choose her. It seemed that one flitter had decided to take a chance with her.

A grumpy little green she seemed, and Beka almost giggled at the croon, it was so very like a 'please'. So very cute, smiling at the green, Beka cuddled her, holding her close against her chest as though she were the most precious thing ever. For the candidate, she was. NEver had she felt such care for a flitter before, even as she repeated ehr demand to be fed. Which was followed, in a sort of half daze.
"You are Anai." She mumured, tapping her nose when Anai reached out to grab the meat before it was offered.

A slight hiss, she'd said 'please' now she wanted Food! Why wouldn't Hers- There we go, now she was get some where. A pleased chirp came from the green, turning her head to nuzzle Hers. Her humanpet was learning, she had taught her 'pet something within a few moments. Clever humanpet. More food now.

(Blegh)

[boober]

[[Sorry, I know this is really late x.x]]


It seemed that determination, as always, had paid off. Delight showed plainly on Cezine's face as she bent down to scoop up the little blue at her feet. Oh, he was precious! How adorable! Murmuring quiet praises and comforts to the little creature, the Candidate soothed him with words and food, having casually reached out and pulled the nearest bowl to her without even glancing up (or caring if it was in use). Oh, what to call him? She mused over potential names while he hungrily devoured his meal. His hide was beautiful in her opinion, with so many variations. At last a name was decided upon. It was simple, without elegance, hidden meaning, or any remarkable significance, but it suited him just fine. "You are Sky." The words were spoken quietly as Cezine continued to admire the flitter. Having grown lethargic with the weight of his meal in his belly, the little blue newly dubbed Sky was about to curl up for a snooze. He paused in nestling down in the crook of his bonded's elbow to look up at her and chirp once, sleepily, as if confirming the name, before curling up and resting his head on her elbow. Within seconds, he was asleep, but Cezine didn't seem to notice.

She was still absorbed in admiring her little blue's... well, everything. He was perfect, just perfect, and she already loved every inch of him. Needless to say, the Candidate was quite satisfied by her success at this particular event. Briefly, she wondered if it was a sign as to how well she would do at the Hatching to come; but it seemed a silly notion, so she put it out of her head. Cezine was so wrapped up in her own thoughts and intrigues that she didn't even notice the rest of the eggs hatching... or the little brown at her feet. At least, not until a sudden shriek tore through the air. Flinching, the girl glanced up from her precious armful (who was still sleeping) with wide eyes before looking down again. Surprise registered on her face, and, resisting the urge to glance behind her to see if he was perhaps trying to get to someone else, Cezine slowly crouched and offered her free hand to the little brown. She couldn't help but smile as he made a very obvious demand for food. Sky was still deeply asleep, not disturbed in the least by the other flitter's arrival.

Shifting the brown to the same arm as Sky, she noted the way he seemed to hesitate, clearly looking at the blue disdainfully before stepping onto her arm. He waited none too patiently as she fed him from the same bowl she'd fed Sky from. If the little brown took note of this, he didn't care, too busy wolfing down the food. Cezine watched as his belly began to expand, his meal visible in the form of lumps and bumps against his smooth hide. She would be awed by the fact that she had managed to bond two of the little beauties later; for now, she was caught up in trying to name the little brown.