I disagree! {Dael's Clutch}

[Requiem]

Kalierre rose from her crouch, an eyebrow rising at the display of the child tearing off the sands. No northern lad with any self-respect would react that way. They'd be treated worse than the women. It was one thing to be manhandled by someone older and stronger. That was the natural pecking order. But to display fear like that? The dragonhealer chuckled, and it wasn't an entirely pleasant sound. Some might have been surprised by this dark shadow in the otherwise honorable woman, but she truly had no respect for weakness, especially in males. One could not be raised in the north and expect to escape entirely unscathed.

Her attention didn't return to Uu'n until he was nearly upon her, blinking at how he was sucking on his hand like an errant weyrbrat. The woman stiffened slightly as he rested his head on her shoulder. After the initial surprise, however, she lifted her bandaged arm instinctively, running her fingers through his hair. It was a gesture you'd expect someone to show a son or a little brother - or maybe just a young child who needed comforting. Kalierre did it without thinking.

She didn't respond to his petulant complaint. Kalierre didn't get to be a healer by being unobservant, and it wasn't a headache that was causing him to move so gingerly. Was his shoulder acting up again? Luckily for the blueweyrling, she didn't have the time to pursue that train of thought. The dragonhealer hadn't been watching the last few moments of the hatching at all, though of course she'd been aware of the flitter's wailing. Who wouldn't notice all that racket? Blinking down at the streak of bronze, her mouth quirked up in a smirk as it streaked up Uu'n's pantleg. The smirk quickly vanished, though, at her friend's volatile reaction.

Eyes widening, the dragonhealer glanced down at the bronze salamandyr clinging to her chest. Just as he was commenting to His default bonded, Kalierre found her voice. "Where do you get off, throwing your lust at me?!" For all its sharpness, the volume of the words didn't rise above a hiss. And her attention was quickly brought back to where it was meant to be. You feed. It was definitely no longer a question. His sharp claws dug deeper, through the fabric of her shirt and into her chest. "Hey! That hurts!" Kali attempted to remove the salamandyr forcefully, her fingers receiving nips for her troubles. He was having none of this! He was hungry, and she would feed him. Feed Lust now!

Kalierre paused in her struggle with the demanding creature. But...but that wasn't his name! Lust seemed to be of a different opinion, however. Me hungry. You hear? Feed Lust! He tightened his hold on her. Kali dipped a hand in a pocket, searching for the meat. She wasn't going fast enough. Feed Lust! Feed Lust! Feed Lust! His cries were now broadcasting throughout the hatching grounds, his claws sinking deeper into her with each demand.

"Okay, okay," she muttered, shoving a small bit of meat in his face just to shut him up. Not only had he picked a rather - unusual - name for himself, but now he was screaming it in everyone's heads. The bronze fell silent as he fed, letting up on the pressure, though his claws were still lodged in her flesh a little as a reminder of just who was in charge. From now on, Lust would rule! Kalierre was quick to replace the food as soon as the bronze swallowed, shooting a glare at Uu'n. She couldn't hold the expression for long, however, a chuckle escaping her. However had this happened?

Lust wriggled on Kali's chest. Food! he demanded grumpily. Right. Food. Only once he'd thoroughly gorged himself did the bronze salamandyr withdraw his claws from His. He crooned to his mother, stolidly ignoring the mean man who'd thrown him in the process. Though Lust seemed to be settling, the male's head drifted lazily from side to side, watching for any who might try to take His away from him. She may not be his first choice, but nothing was going to touch her. Especially not those horrible flying things. Lust hissed randomly at the air on pure principle.

[glamourie]

This child will be lucky if a dragon does not kill him on the hatching grounds should a queen ever willingly allow him to stand, Juliya thought as she gazed at Hinuk with a blank expression, guarded. She hadn't really meant to burst out as she had; some things just still shocked her beyond words. His behavior was one of them. The fact that the firelizard chose him should have made it clear that he was lucky, and he should have been happy with his one. She loved her two, little Rain and Shine, both of who were not present with her. (They were in fact asleep on Eriannath.) And they were a blue and a brown. Didn't he realize how lucky he was? Some people just did not recognize a good thing when they saw it. She supposed he'd have to learn. Maybe some day he would recognize how foolish he was. Juliya doubted it though. She had the distinct impression that the boy was completely stuck on himself.

So she was very alarmed when Uu'n moved over to them and she actually flinched back a step from the bluerider, more out of habit than actual fear. Alarmed but not surprised. Her head tilted to the side and she flinched at the tone in which he spoke, but years of living in the north kept her from commenting back; she'd tried to alert the boy of what a mistake he was making by insulting the salamandyr's offspring, but perhaps such sense was something only a female could see. She glanced at Uu'n, his bleeding obvious, and raised her eyebrows, though she didn't speak. She did, however, mouth I'm so sorry to the little salamandyr - apologizing, not for her own actions, but for the boy's. To her knowledge it was the little gold's first, and no creature deserved such disrespect that way.

Grenostith would have done something horrible if he had done that at one of her clutches.
I wish that the little salamandyr could have. Whether they like firelizards or not... they are her babies...

That thought in mind, Juliya backed up. She did not stay very close to the clutch and especially not close to the rude little boy. She was unnerved by Uu'n's display of temper. Men abruptly reacting with borderline violence often encouraged a meekness she did not realize she had, and she kept her distance, moving back towards the back, back near K'lir, where it was safe. Her gaze flicked back and forth. She did appreciate being defended, just... just she had trouble saying so. She decided she'd try talking to Uu'n's blue later and let him know she appreciated it. He sort of stood out; as did all of the Senior Weyrlings in their own way. Lura's voice actually made Juliya jump, and she bumped into K'lir in the process, so caught unaware was she.

"Huh -- oh... yes, apparently so," she said quietly, then glanced back to K'lir, whispering, "Sorry for bumping into you."

* * *

"It's okay," K'lir replied, still trying to placate young Showoff. The little bronze ate with surprising dignity, his eyes flicking about with an obvious alertness that made K'lir want to smile. He could feel Calistoth's annoyance and surely Trouble agreed with her. He didn't give voice to any of their opinions, instead watching the boy who had Impressed the bronze flitter leave. Showoff, too, watched and flared his frill imposingly, as if to remind the pair once more that he was blatantly superior. Not that they were expressly paying them any mind. K'lir was silently amazed that the boy had dared to insult Uu'n in such a way, too... although, he shouldn't have been. 'Brats just had no respect. "What an obnoxious little dunghead."

Is dunghead! Is dunghead! Other is dunghead! Mine better.

Blinking, K'lir looked down at the salamandyr and laughed - but it was a nervous sound. He hadn't just taught his salamandyr to swear had he? Oops. Fortunately, he was saved from having to comment on it, though the reasons were unfortunate -- a brown firelizard had come near them, and Showoff was furious, his frill flared, displaying in an obvious threat posture. He didn't speak but he didn't need to; K'lir actually flinched back behind Juliya, away from Beka, as the firelizard approached, and he tried to cover Showoff with his hands. The salamandyr was very, very angry. Unfortunately, his anger prevented K'lir from acknowledging Anai, even though he was very fond of her. Nothing like a furious critter to distract someone.

* * *

"Worried? What?" Rawign blinked twice at Religna before smiling. "You don't need to worry about me, Ligna. I'm fine, really I am. I think Ith is right though. You deserve a firelizard. They're wonderfully charming pets, and I think you could raise both well." He was, perhaps, fortunately distracted by his sister. He did not hear the young boy making such a fuss nor see Uu'n's hostile reaction and it was a good thing, as Rawign was looking for a head to knock off with a shovel and he had enough firelizards - one of which was a bronze - to take offense at such comments. Distractions were bliss, and Religna managed to chase away some of the feelings of loneliness just by being there. "I'm so glad you Impressed. Ith obviously has amazing taste." He grinned widely, tone obviously playful, but he was distracted from the clutch by his conversation with his sister.

So it was that he was caught unaware until a loud shriek caught his attention and he jumped. His colorful entourage chittered in various pitches, and Rawign turned in his confusion. His eyebrows raised to nearly his hairline as the little bronze brute bit down on the firelizard's tail and a wash of sympathy waved over him; he was reminded of when Roxie chased Mona at her hatching and not in the best of ways. If she had her way Roxie would still chase Mona, though not so much for annoying her as stealing Li and --

"Er --"

The blue firelizard had collapsed onto his foot. Rawign reached up and smacked himself in the forehead before kneeling down to scoop the little blue into his hands. Oh no, not another one. He already had three! But it wasn't like he could turn him away, and Rawign made no effort to do so. Instead he settled the firelizard in the bend of his arm, as his fair swept about, rearranging themselves. Beggar perched on one shoulder, Roxie on his head, and Li on another, and all three turned to look down at the newest member of their fair. Roxie scolded, obviously displeased. He hadn't asked her if he could choose their person-thing. How rude!

"Your tail," he said quietly, before digging out some meat to feed the little firelizard. He was distracted and missed the little green flying over to Religna as well as the bronze salamandyr's outbursts. His little firelizard rapidly ate.. and ate... and ate... while Rawign tore a small piece of cloth from his sleeve to wrap around the little blue's tail. Poor thing, he was hurt and - and apparently the vicious brute had chosen Kalierre and the name lust. "You'll be okay, here you are... you know, three really was enough... I need to just stop coming to these things. And I am so calling you Stumpy after your tail...."

[neeuqtar]

((one more and I'll put up another Hatching post))

[ravenmane]

Ciara watched the Hatching quietly, hoping that she would Impress. When a Weyrbrat began to complain about Impressing a Bronze fire-lizard instead of a salamandyr, the Greenrider bristled noticeably. If it hadn't been for the gentle, but firm command to stay from Toryth, Ciara would have smacked the boy silly. Still annoyed by the child's rude outburst, the girl did not notice until it was too late, the little Green salamandyr heading her way.

A giggle escaped Ciara as the little Hatchling raced around her leg. Munch? Izzycadoon loowigegege bestestio nororoquenti munch okokaneereerio vestivesti munch? Munch munch... An eyebrow raised at the nonsense words the girl heard. "Darling, I think I'll name you Chatti." The Green chirped in response before racing up her Own's side and onto her arm. The young Hatchling opened her mouth wide, clearly demanding food. A smile slipped across Ciara's face as she quickly snatched some meat for the salamandyr. Chatti crooned with joy as she scarfed down the bits handed towards her.

A pop above Ciara alerted the girl to the arrival of her flit Eryn. The larger Green squawked with anger as she caught sight of the little salamandyr. A solid tap on the nose quieted Eryn down, but the Green settled onto her Chosen's shoulder and continued to grumble and mutter like an old lady. Having met the creature that shared her Own, Chatti had puffed up slightly, her tone changing drastically to resentment. Neetycodlesan sitochuknuctar Mean Mean Mean! Smoshcotfueynana skocskscaytee no no! No! Meanie nono... Ciara rubbed her little friend's head gently, trying to calm the creature down.

I see you Impressed Eryn's enemy.

[neeuqtar]

Uu'n blanched as Kalierre (and rightly so) hissed at him for what he'd said. Why had he gone and blurted that? Just because his first reaction was to remember exactly how lustful he'd been during Dael's Run... the thought of trying to survive that while the object of his interest was, well, him was absolutely abhorrent to him. "I'm sorry, Kalierre," he said with a wince, feeling incredibly embarrassed. He'd just yelled that infront of everyone. "I... didn't think..."

Entirely self-contained, the Sultry Heat Brown held his damp wings halfway out and hopped out of the nest, followed by an adoring Spotted Feline Green. Her enormous wings only managed to get in her way, and she tripped, falling flat on her face and flopping into the Sultry Heat Brown, who gave the clumsy green a look of pure ice and stepped over her before leaping up and snapping at Sk'ler. Food! He wanted food, and now!

The Spotted Feline Green, following suit, stared up at Sk'ler, wide wings spread out to dry, her mouth gaping open in obvious hunger.

Far less attractive than either of the firelizards, the Forest Floor Green crept across the Sands, her unattractive hide looking particularly sallow on the clean white sands. Reaching Ketoh's foot, she suddenly flashed into motion, darting up his body and burying herself in his hair. Hide, she whispered, as her fear and hunger flowed into Ketoh's mind. Hide, hiding, hiding... the little creature whimpered, burrowing into the young man's collar to hide herself.

The Parrot Egg finally broke, revealing a very dizzy salamandyr. Brilliantly blue with near-white speckles, the Parrot Blue started chattering quite unhappily at his egg, voice raising and falling in raucous sounds, his frill trembling with excitement and energy, the little wings on his back flapping with enough force to lift his forelegs off the ground for a moment. With a final hiss, the Parrot Blue settled back down to the gorund, flicking his frills back and peering across the sand at the field of legs presented to him, as if carefully deciding who he should attack...

The nearby Fallen Tree Egg kept rolling across the shards in the nest, smacking into the Shadowed Egg first, then rolling off (nearly hitting the Parrot Blue, who jumped away with a shriek) and hitting the Flying Buttress Egg. Already cracking, the egg fell to pieces to reveal another salamandyr, this one green. Sneezing delicately on the Fallen Tree Egg, which rolled into a pile of shards with crunching noises, the Flying Buttress Green preened her claws carefully, before sneezing twice again.

The Shadowed Egg gave a shake, which seemed to draw the attentions of the wandering Fallen Tree Egg, which rolled right into the Shadowed Egg once again. Both eggs cracked, and the Shadowed Egg exploded open as an irate and very tiny green who landed on the Fallen Tree Egg. It, too, split open, dumping the Shadowed Green onto her blue brother, who cheeped happily at her. Hooray! New things to discover!

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Center

Rainfall Egg: Impressed to Kalierre: Bronze salamandyr Lust.

First Ring

Twisted Vines Egg: Impressed to Ciara: Green salamandyr Chatti.
Forest Floor Egg: Impressed to Ketoh: Green salamandyr.
Parrot Egg: Hatched: Blue salamandyr.
Flying Buttress Egg: Hatched: Green salamandyr.
Redfruit Egg: Impressed to K'lir: Bronze salamandyr Showoff.
Tangled Jungle Egg: Impressed to Kayla: Blue salamandyr Shiny.
Ruins Egg: Impressed to Tenmor: Brown salamandyr Cannibal.

Second Ring

Muddy River Egg: Impressed to Religna: Green firelizard.
Undergrowth Egg: Impressed to Liralla: Blue firelizard Istery.
Flooded Egg: Impressed to Rawign: Blue firelizard Stumpy.
Poison Frog Egg: Impressed to Beka: Brown firelizard Pain-in-the-arse.
Fallen Tree Egg: Hatched: Blue firelizard.
Stalking Eyes Egg: Impressed to Hinuk: Bronze firelizard Shards.
Shadowed Egg: Hatched: Green firelizard.
Spotted Feline Egg: Impressed to Sk'ler: Green firelizard.
Sultry Heat Egg: Impressed to Sk'ler: Brown firelizard.

[neeuqtar]

Spotted Feline Green
Color Code: 00FA9A

Description: Long and sleek is this little green, with a slightly long, though not unattractive neck. Her tail is whippy and thin, longer than average though not terribly noticeably, and she has average sized wings that frame a dainty, delicate looking form. Like her color suggests, she is built for short, powerful bursts of speed and agility unmatched by any other color, and she redefines grace in the air, even for a firelizard, with elegant loops and turns in her flight that could make even those of her own color feel inadequate; she is simply built for flight so primarily that watching her is a pleasant experience. Unfortunately, being so agile in the sky has costs and she can't land, and on the ground she looks positively pathetic, wobbling and falling more often than any firelizard ought. She's truly pathetic on her feet, and it is not unusual to see her delicate, sea-foam green hide marred up, as if bruised. Her coloring is very fair, and unfortunately because of her inability to land, she's prone to getting dirty easily. At least she's cute.

Personality: Because she flies so well, even from hatching, this little green is prone to flying rather than perching anywhere, and she will glide around doing loop-de-loops near her humanpet every time she's in public, as if to show off. She's clumsy on the ground, though, so her lifemate should not be surprised to find her constantly dirty, as though she'd rolled around in the sand, or at the very least with small marks as though bruised. She means well though and this little flitter has an unbreakable spirit, with a penchant for trying to keep everyone around her happy. Don't be surprised if she shows up with flowers out of no where or little gifts she may have stolen borrowed without permission; she's eager to please and likes to go out of her way to make everyone happy, if she can. Unfortunately the cost of this happiness sometimes, er, comes in the form of people screeching for their belongings back. Oh well, nothing's perfect.

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Sultry Heat Brown
Color Code: 5C3317

Physical Description: Are you sure this firelizard is a brown? Because his wingspan is exceptionally large for his color, rivaling that of a small bronze, and he is proportioned perfectly, as though sculpted from a mold. One look at him can inspire the thought, "This is what firelizard legends were written about; this appearance." as no part of him seems to be flawed in any way. No unusual proportions or strange markings mar his hide, and if one ignores that he is strangely large, he is the perfect picture of what a brown should be: rich and chocolatey in color, blending smoothly from the tip of his maw to the end of his tail. His hide sparkles with richer browns, mahogany and touches of scarlet that give prominence to his appearance; he'll never be a bronze, despite his size, but there is no denying that he is eye catching, and with his size, it is likely he'll be able to fly queens when he reaches adulthood.

Personality: If his appearance made one doubt what color he is, his personality will dissuade away any concerns. This brown is very self-contained and calm, with no hints of hyperactivity at all. In fact, "chill" would not be a bad assessment of the way this firelizard holds himself. He is quiet, unlikely to chirp and chitter much, though what he "says" he usually means. Intensely protective of his bonded, it is unlikely that this little fellow will venture far from the one he looks to. He is very much a "shoulder flitter" and he expresses his affection best not with sounds, but gentle touches, reassuring rubs and nudges that make it clear just how fond of his lifemate he truly is. Protective as he is, though, this little firelizard shares very well, and will be happy to fetch supplies and other things if he is asked politely - not just from his person, but from anyone. He respects manners, and seems to understand well what please and thank you mean, surprisingly enough.

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Forest Floor Green
Color Code: 608341
Appearance: Not a very attractive creature, this dun-colored green has more in common with a blighted plant in appearance than the brilliant tones of many green. Twin lines, blobby and wavery, in a sickly pale-green color, mark her on either side of her spine, and her frills would best be described as moldy-looking. All in all, she is a singularly ugly creature, with a fat potbelly that splays out when she lies down, and scrabbly little talons that will leave her minething with a myriad of tiny scratches.

Personality: Almost blindingly affectionate, this green is not hesitant to love on her minething. She will spend all of her time resting on Hers’ shoulder, and has an almost obsessive desire to gnaw on ears and hair. In all likelihood, she’ll end up hacking up hairballs and leaving them in neat little piles of horrible hair-goo on the floor, exactly where they’ll get stepped on, or perhaps tucked into a dark corner where they will smell awful. She takes any chastisement incredibly hard, to the point where she will flee and hide in a dark corner and tremble in terror and sorrow.

This green gets horribly embarrassed when people talk about her, touch her, or look at her, and prefers to hide in hair and clothing than to be seen. Of course, she has a horrible habit of collecting gross things (like mud and mushrooms) and sticking them in her bed—which would also be her minething’s bed, but a stern look is enough to entirely deflate her and make her press her frill tight to her neck in sorrow and apology.

[irbre]

Quein was horribly, horribly late. Word of mouth had led him to the Hatching, but beyond that, he had had almost no knowledge at all. Maybe it was thanks to his daydreaming as of late. Ever since the prospect of a Clutch was brought to his knowledge, his mind had become a whirl of fantasies and worries. What if he didn't Impress? What if he did? What color, then? He had finally cast his anxiety out of his mind by merely wandering about and had happened upon an eager young drudge who had babbled the news of a salamandyr Clutch. Hatching. Right then.

Needless to say, Quein had hurried over as swiftly as his short legs would carry him, arriving slightly flushed and out of breath. Leave it to his luck. He had missed the Hatching! Well, most of it, anyways. Only a sparse handful remained as he arrived, and those quickly hatched. He had, in all truth, never seen a salamandyr before, and his face split into a wide smile as the Flying Buttresses and Parrot Egg broke open, spilling a blue and a green onto the sand. The Shadowed and Fallen Tree Egg likewise disgorged their contents, a pair of firelizards, in the same colors. Blue and green.

Quein glanced around eagerly, nodding enthusiastically to anyone nearby. His bright blue eyes were wide and sparkling, taking everything in in detail. His gaze flicked between the Fallen Tree and Shadowed firelizards. They were like miniature dragons. Well, if he wanted to be correct, dragons were like overlarge firelizards, but he wasn't exactly the one to point out such subtleties. Watching the green and blue firelizards, he squatted down in an attempt to coax at least one of them towards himself. He was quite unsure of what he was doing, in all truth.

[ravenmane]

Sk’ler watched as many of the eggs Hatched and Impressed. Just as he was losing hope, the Weyrling noticed the Sultry Heat Brown and his younger sister, the Spotted Feline Green, were heading his way. When the little green tripped over her wings and onto the Brown, Sk’ler winced visibly. The large Brown leaped onto the young man, clinging to the boy’s arm. The fire-lizard’s need for food flooded Sk’ler’s mind, and the hunger doubled as the Spotted Feline Green also chose the Brownweyrling.

Blinking with surprise, the young man grabbed a handful of fresh meat for his new companions. Placing the Brown on his shoulder and the Green on his arm, Sk’ler continued to stuff the gorgeous pair with food. Lulled to sleep by her warm belly, the small Green curled up in the Weyrling’s arms. Stroking the little fire-lizard as her brother snuggled close to his neck; Sk’ler pondered about the names he should give the pair. “I’ll name you Soltun, Brown Boy, and your sister here will be Joolree.” Soltun nuzzled Sk’ler’s cheek, agreeing with the name His had given him. You Impressed a Brown! Triniath rumbled with pleasure, glad to see another of his color had been added to the family. Yes, Trin, I Impressed a Green and a Brown. Their names are Joolree and Soltun.

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P’nor decided that he would poke around the Weyr for the day. Cyanth was healing from his extensive threadscore, and the great Bronze would be kept on the ground for quite awhile. A peep above the rider’s head signaled the arrival of Athol. The dark colored Blue lit upon his Chosen’s shoulder, vigorously rubbing his head against P’nor’s cheek. “Easy there, Athol. You’ll take my skin off with such rubbing.” The elegant fire-lizard chirped quietly, pausing in his greeting of affection. P’nor scratched the flit’s eye ridges, forcing a relieved croon from the creature.

You could have let me come, but, no, you choose to bring that silly wherry-brain fire-lizard instead.

P’nor chuckled with laughter as he arrived on the Hatching Grounds. Easy, Bronze One, Athol invited himself. Anyway, you need to keep as still as possible so your wing will heal, and you can fly again. A grumpy annoyance passed from dragon to rider and P’nor chuckled quietly. Turning his attention to the ongoing Hatching, the Bronzerider strode over to an unoccupied spot. “This looks interesting. Let’s see if we can find you a friend, Athol.” The Blue peeped in response before swooping over to land on Juliya’s shoulder. Athol’s croon was friendly, and inviting. Nuzzling the Greenrider with his head, the fire-lizard seemed to say, Cuddle me! Silently cursing his stupid flit’s actions, P’nor wandered over to the Greenrider, and gave a brief nod of greeting. “I’m sorry about him. Athol thinks that everyone is his personal perch, and they are all his friends.”

[Requiem]

Lust, having finally grown tired of her chest, it seemed, clawed upward to a more convenient perch on her shoulder. He continued to glare about him possessively, though his gaze pointedly ignored his mother's creature. Was the salamandyr about to forget what that thing had done? Never! Imagine, any ridiculous weak creature like that, having the gall to reject him. Mean itchyface, Lust commented darkly, the comment mostly for His, but not private by any means. Bonebag choke. Make Lust happy. Kalierre tried not to laugh at the strange names the salamandyr was coming up with. She wasn't entirely successful. His claws dug into her shoulder in response. Not funny! No laugh! Me bite!

Phremath, quite curious now, questioned hers. Why does he want to bite you? Aren't you His? Apparently he doesn't like me laughing at him. Kali sobered, though the amused smile never left her lips. Things were certainly going to get interesting. At Uu'n's garbled apology, the dragonhealer merely snorted, ignoring how Lust hissed at the blueweyrling, displaying his frill with gusto. "Obviously," she commented dryly. Nevertheless, she really wasn't upset anymore. Lust was bound to be a pain, but she still couldn't say she regretted Impressing him, unorthodox as it might have been. As for Uu'n's little display? Eh, she was probably just the closest one. The dragonhealer couldn't say that she'd want to have two creatures with one that might chase the other. It would probably be bad enough without that added drama.

"It's nearly over," she added, by way of a peace offering. Soon enough, Uu'n could return to Adith and his weyr to sleep. That should improve his mood a mite. Not before she got a good look at him, though. Kalierre wanted his shirt off and Uu'n thoroughly examined, if only for her own peace of mind. She hardly trusted in the competency of healers who hadn't kept the blueweyrling longer than they had. Yes, it was nearly over. All the eggs were now hatched, and just a pair each of salamandyrs and firelizards remained to Impress.

Lust's claws dug into her shoulder. Me, he hissed. "Yes, yes. You. Don't worry. I don't want any more of you." Although the bronze seemed aware that there was a hidden meaning to that comment, he didn't react negatively. She'd said what he wanted her to, after all.

[Kisha-Ra]

Jarathon ran onto the sands dirty, sweaty, and out of breath, not surprising since the broad, short legged candidate was about as suited to high speed dashes as a dragon was for hunting tunnelsnakes.

Of all the luck, he’d been out hunting for firelizard eggs in some of leisure time that was even rarer now he was a candidate and there were firelizards and salamandyrs hatching in the Weyr! Of course when he got back and heard the news he’d come rushing here like a madman without even bothering to clean himself up. He had mud in his hair, and indeed over most of his body thanks to a fall into some really disgusting stagnant water, which was what had brought him back in the first place. Persons of only moderate fastidiousness would not have considered using his clothing for cleaning rags.

Perhaps it was just as well he rushed the hatching seemed to be almost over. Craning his neck every which way to see around the mass of people with hatchlings of both species Jarathon sighed, he didn’t see a single egg left whole. All that running and he’d still missed it…

[neeuqtar]

Uu'n ran his fingers through his cropped hair, leaving the pale blond lengths sticking up awkwardly all over. "I haven't been sleeping well," he admitted, well aware that as a healer, she wasn't going to let him escape the rest of healerdom very easily. Oddly enough, Uu'n found himself not minding all that much. "The healers said they got all the bone chips out of my shoulder, but it still aches... only to be expected, I guess, given the fact that the pretty dog dug a furrow in my shoulder blade." Acid stung his voice, and he rotated his arm with a wince. "Not too bad, considering."

The Flying Buttress Green wasted no more time. Chirping once, she skittered across the floor, long tail snaking behind her, and ran directly up Jarathon's leg. Up his pants, to be more specific. And underclothes. And anything else he might have had on. From her position (rather stuck) she began to furiously click, dashing in circles around his hips, tiny claws catching cloth and skin to propel her along. Pausing, she sneezed rapidly, leaving a damp spot on Jarathon's hip before finally squirming out of his pants. Nom? Nom nom! she informed him, searching his body at a rapid climb-dash for anything edible and finally settling for nibbling on his belt hungrily. Nom nom nom nom nom...

Following his sister's suit, the Fallen Tree Blue leapt into the air, awkwardly winging across the sands. He was heading for Juliya, or so it seemed, until he bumped into Rawign's head, squealing angrily and digging tiny talons into his temples. Eyeball to eyeball, the blue opened his mouth all the wider and screamed at Rawign, demanding food, and NOW!!

With a yawn, the Parrot Blue stretched, long tail curling over him like a question mark, before he bounded across the Sands, abandoning the trampled nest to the Shadowed Green, who glared at everyone. The blue salamandyr, circling around a few legs, suddenly made a dash for P'nor, leaping up to grab the fabric of his pants and racing up his body, before sticking his damp little nose in the rider's ear and screeching, a cacaphonous sound that would have made anyone wince from yards away, let alone directly onto the eardrum. EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT!! EAT EAT EAT!!!

The Shadowed Green finally decided she was tired of being on the shells and sands alone. With a minute peep, she jumped and tackled Quein. Hers~~!

((*dead*))

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Center

Rainfall Egg: Impressed to Kalierre: Bronze salamandyr Lust.

First Ring

Twisted Vines Egg: Impressed to Ciara: Green salamandyr Chatti.
Forest Floor Egg: Impressed to Ketoh: Green salamandyr.
Parrot Egg: Impressed to P'nor: Blue salamandyr.
Flying Buttress Egg: Impressed to Jarathon: Green salamandyr.
Redfruit Egg: Impressed to K'lir: Bronze salamandyr Showoff.
Tangled Jungle Egg: Impressed to Kayla: Blue salamandyr Shiny.
Ruins Egg: Impressed to Tenmor: Brown salamandyr Cannibal.

Second Ring

Muddy River Egg: Impressed to Religna: Green firelizard.
Undergrowth Egg: Impressed to Liralla: Blue firelizard Istery.
Flooded Egg: Impressed to Rawign: Blue firelizard Stumpy.
Poison Frog Egg: Impressed to Beka: Brown firelizard Pain-in-the-arse.
Fallen Tree Egg: Impressed to Rawign: Blue firelizard.
Stalking Eyes Egg: Impressed to Hinuk: Bronze firelizard Shards.
Shadowed Egg: Impressed to Quein: Green firelizard.
Spotted Feline Egg: Impressed to Sk'ler: Green firelizard Joolree.
Sultry Heat Egg: Impressed to Sk'ler: Brown firelizard Soltun.

[neeuqtar]

Parrot Blue
Color Code: 0000EE

Appearance: Shocking, brilliant blue in base tone, this salamandyr is certainly eye-catching. Brilliantly blue-white dots scatter across his back, like he’s been rained on with white paint, but his underbelly and sides are almost entirely untouched. All of his toes are also colored so pale blue as to be white, which makes him look altogether adorable. Very vocal, this beauty tends to try and imitate every noise he hears, while he tends to be mentally far quieter, though when excited his mindvoice is quite raucous and even annoying.

Personality: Friendly and personable, this blue still has a tendency towards being too pushy and territorial at times. He absolutely detests firelizards, whers, and dragons, and all three kinds are quite likely to receive bites from him. Humans and salamandyrs, though, this blue adores, and he will snuggle with others of his own kind, as well as being intensely curious about other humans besides his own humanpet, to the point where he might spend more time investigating other people than on his own person’s shoulder. Oddly enough, he seems to give everyone nicknames (aka, most of them the same nickname), and remembers them—just don’t expect them to make any sense at all!

Absolutely entranced by the color pink, don’t be surprised if this normally calm salamandyr races off to collect petals in the spring. In all likelihood, his bed—your bedstand—will rapidly amass a large collection of things in pink: flowers, pieces of cloth, pilfered ribbons, pictures, colored pencils, blobs of paint… And he’ll be entirely offended if you dare to remove any of it! His thieving habits might get him in trouble, but this blue has the singular ability to ignore and look entirely eager and attentive while doing so, perhaps like a particularly naughty child…

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Flying Buttress Green
Color Code: 397D02

Description: A delicate creature, this green is likely to catch all sorts of sniffles. She seems to be sneezing all the time, even from moments out of her egg, and will never grow to be very large. Her dark hide, a particularly rich shade of forest green, contrasts to her delicacy, and the tiny little wings on her back are almost entirely useless, except to flutter attractively every time she sneezes. Though her hide bears dark markings, little more than squiggles, really, they are very difficult to see. However, on her frill is where the real surprise is! Lacy markings in a pale yellow-orange color decorate her frill, denser near her neck, and thinning to a few tendrils of green-yellow that wrap around the very edge of her frill.

Personality: Incredibly friendly, especially for a green, this girl is quite willing to fraternize with most creatures—though she still bears the odd dislike of fire-lizards that all salamandyrs seem to have. However, she gets along well with just about any other creature, and has some sort of obsession with dragons, though she tends to call them “bugs,” which is likely to infuriate any dragon who manages to overhear her chatting with her humanpet or other salamandyrs. She is even likely to attempt to converse with dragons, though they may quickly tire of attempting to figure out what she’s trying to say, as she has only the barest grasp on the concept of language.

Interestingly enough, this green is one of the ones which prefers other greens to males. Though not flirty, she does tend to spend far more time around other female creatures, and loves to be touched and petted, going so far as to be willing to groom others if they will only pet her. Though this can sometimes get annoying—like when she begs for attention in the middle of the night—usually the combing of her talons through hair, or the careful grooming of the tiny hairs at the back of her minething’s neck, becomes very soothing.

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Fallen Tree Blue
Color Code: blue

Description: This blue is positively tiny, the size of a large green at best, and he has long, thin wings designed for quick twists and turns in the air that make him stand out among his own color. He is proportioned awkwardly in addition to the wings, with slightly too large headknobs and an unusually long and spindly tail faintly reminiscent of his salamandyr heritage. Flight will not come very easily to this blue, and his idea of 'flying' will be primarily leaping off of high places and half-gliding to wherever he needs to go. Instead of doing a lot of flying, he will probably climb considerably more, and be very fond of high up places where he can see everything around him. His coloring makes him stand out in such places though, for he is a very eye-shockingly bright blue, like the sky at noon, with lighter brushes around his face and legs, as though small clouds are formed out on his hide. His physical appearance truly resembles a piece of the sky, cut out and formed into smooth, soft but tough hide. Comically enough, he seems to possess a bright, almost white-blue spot right on the end of his snout, as if he got his nose into something and got caught.

Personality: If curiosity killed the firelizard, this little fellow must be immortal, for he possesses enough nosiness to make up for ten of his kind. Every little sound and sight must be explored with tiny little claws, must be analyzed and, if possible, touched, licked, bitten and attempted to be eaten. This little blue is into everything and will be quite difficult to keep track of, considering that he skitters fast enough to make a tunnelsnake jealous. He's inquisitive and his humanpet will have to have a great deal of patience, for he will want to know about everything he sees. His 'questions' will come in the form of sweet chittering and chirping, and he fully expects answers. Like all blues, his memory is not the best, either, so his chosen might end up explaining what something is around ten or twenty times before it sinks in, though eventually he'll understand. But training him will be a nightmare, and he will need training if one is to keep him from climbing all over everything and getting into places he's not wanted.

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Shadowed Green
Color Code: 3B5323

Description: The best description of this little green is delicate. Her bone structure seems light and airy, as if one wrong move will break her into two, and such an assessment could not be further from the truth. This green, though on the small side for her color, is tough! She's built strong and can withstand more damage than many of her color, and is more than willing to prove it if you test her. With such a dainty appearance, one might make the mistake of thinking she's a pushover - she's not. She flies well, she lands well, and is ultimately very balanced for a green. True, she will never have the power and stamina of a blue or brown, but with the speed and agility she has, she more than makes up for it. Her coloring is a rich, forest shade that alludes to a jungle in summer, and there are edges of lighter shades etching around her tail as if to form ring-like bands, decorative and unique to this little green. Her hide glitters with lime-green coloration whenever the light hits her just right, as if dancing with brilliant shades of emerald just beneath her flesh, like someone lit a light there for all to see.

Personality: Defiant. Stubborn. These two words fit this green excellently. Telling her she can't do something is among the fastest ways to make her prove that yes, she can, because she is capable of anything, and the determination she possesses makes it hard to argue with her. She will be nearly impossible to train and prone to provoking fights, though she certainly wouldn't see it as her provoking them but rather everyone else. She is rather haughty at times, as though she doesn't realize she's a green, but this stubborn and somewhat conceited streak belies the fact that she's actually quite easily spooked. Loud noises prompt her to go between near instantly, though she always returns fast enough. Don't ever call her a coward though, for no matter how true it is, this little female remembers insults, if nothing else, and she's prone to biting when she doesn't get her way, so watch out!

[Requiem]

Kalierre regarded Uu'n closely. Not sleeping well. Certainly, if his shoulder was hurting him, that would make sense. Was he refusing to put on the numbweed? If it was too difficult for him to reach, he should go to the infirmary and let them do it. Or ask anyone, really. It didn't take a ton of skill to slather numbweed on. She resisted the urge to smooth his hair. Kali knew her motherly tendencies could be quite overbearing at times, and tried to hold back, especially when dealing with males in their late teens and older.

"And you're flushing it with redwort at least twice a day, every time you change the dressing? Numbweed should help, too. If you change the dressing before you sleep, and when you wake up, it should make it easier on you. They showed you what exercises to do, too, right?" So much for not being pushy. The dragonhealer didn't wait for an answer, instead taking his wrist - though not the one attached to his bad shoulder - and tugging him toward the entrance and more light. Little to no sleep would make it difficult for his body to fight off infection if one were to take hold. He might not see it as an issue, but she knew the risks. She wasn't about to lose Uu'n to something preventable like that.

"That's an awful lot of firelizards," Kalierre commented to Rawign cheerfully, flashing him an amused grin before she disappeared through the entrance with Uu'n. The woman immediately decided that returning to his weyr - or hers, for that matter - would likely make him uncomfortable. Not to mention the fact that the healers would likely come swooping in on her, thinking she was trying to escape them. Not that the idea wasn't appealing to her... Thus, Kali merely led him toward the bank of the Selenitas, collecting supplies from the apprentice who had accompanied her originally, the boy looking on with wide eyes.

"Let's get your shirt off and see those dressings," Kali stated softly, her smile gentle, though it was rather hard to miss the assertiveness that came over her when she fell into her healer role. Lust had been curiously quiet throughout the procedure. He simply eyed Uu'n nastily, perhaps keeping his opinions to himself because of the gold who'd attached himself to 'itchyface'.

[Kisha-Ra]

Jarathon jumped about a foot in the air as…something ran right up his trouser leg. He shook his leg to try and dislodge it, which seemed to have the result of whatever it was getting into his undershorts and running around in there. Jarathon winced and gave an undignified squeak, vaguely he realized it must have been one of the hatchlings that had scurried up his leg but that wasn’t really the greatest thing on his mind just now, it was the claws that were catching his attention, and his skin. ‘Please come out now. I really don’t want to have to explain the kind of injury you’re likely to give me if you stay in there to a healer.’ He tried pleading with the hatchling, which seemed to have the result of making it sneeze, but at least it emerged from inside his clothing.

Sadly that was not as much of a relief as it might have been as the hatchling was only still for long enough for Jarathon to identify her as a green salamandyr before she dashed off again, climbing all over him. Nom? Nom nom! he was informed by the green as she conducted her investigation. Nom nom nom nom nom... The salamandyr muttered at him as she settled to chewing on his belt.

‘Oh, come on, stop that. Haven’t you damaged my dignity enough?’ Jarathon said in a tone learned from exasperated fathers talking to weyrbrats as he scooped the green up in one hand and searched his pockets for anything he could give her to eat with the other. All he came up with was a handful of berries he’d snatched from somewhere, he doubted the salamandyr would enjoy them but offered them anyway on the basis that eating them, or complaining about them, would keep her still while he headed for the kitchens. ‘Just stay still for a while, once we’re in the kitchens you’ll have all the food you can eat, no one’ll be able to resist a little pretty like you.’ His salamandyr seemed to take the compliment well, with a cheerful chirp and obedient stillness. ‘That’s it, we’re going now.’ Jarathon told her, suiting word to action and leaving.