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Post by Amejisuto on Mar 23, 2010 14:15:06 GMT -5
Angelischiel released a soft breath, as she focused her mind. Kitath was fully fed, and the black was rumbling with discomfort at the situation. Mine says to do only what won't hurt you or Yours, no more. Our fate is inevitable. The message of the blue sparked through her mind and a look of determination overcame her features. Kitath wrapped around her as protectively as a queen around her golden egg. With that Angel turned, her hand held out a little. It was a focusing technique she had learned rather early on. When she first came to Fort and started talking to the dragons.
I fear Neither pain - nor anguish - I only wish to make your passing as painless as possible, if they do not allow you to live. I really do hope my words awakened their sense of justice. If not there is no safe place in the world. I wish to try something, I have the image of Forts Weyrbowl firmly in my mind. If it looks like they are going to make a killing blow on you Higanth, jump between. I will hold the image in my mind for you to follow. She stated gently. That way even if the blue was in distress, he could jump between.
Higanth, tell yours if that happens he is to act as if you have anguished. That way they will believe you have perished. With that done we can work on getting yours snuck out. That way you will both get to safety. Hopefully they do not slit yours throat before that. I hope the silver really does talk sense into the Crimson. the black whispered this in a voice much more aged then one could actually think. She had grown rather well from this occurrence. Her bonded fought her well enough, to keep her own telekinetic abilities in check.
Sister mine, I apologize for damaging your wing. Kitath stated to the other black female in the feeding area.
With that the gold began to make her movements through the candidates. Her eyes focused firmly on the candidates around her. She made a rather high pitched creeling sound, as she looked around desperately. Where was her bonded? Oh where oh where! She creeled again as she stumbled around the sands, first approaching the boys, then going to the girls, knocking at each of them with her head. She stopped for a single moment at the Lord Holders Daughter, that was thinking so much about Golds.
No this was not hers. She stumbled away and started looking towards the stands. Where was the golds bonded? Would she between? Something previously unheard of in Pernese history?
The Amethyst continued to make her rounds, focusing on those around her. Now where could her bonded be?
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Post by Faerie Fyre on Mar 23, 2010 15:09:48 GMT -5
A flurry of eggs had hatched, nearly at the same time. Phaela watched the bronze walk off the Sands after finding His with a slight pang. So many had found a lifemate, and with that lifemate, a permanent home. It was unheard of for a rider to live outside of a weyr, even in a time when dragons were considered obsolete. Phaela remembered the few people who had been chosen from her home Hold to Stand, and how ridiculed they had been.
"Only fit for a legacy no one remembers," she whispered, barely audible even to herself. That was what they had said to those whisked off to the Weyr. Cruel, harsh words that seemed kind in comparison to the abuse the red creature had suffered. Skysong's harsh sun had an interesting effect on the Acid-changed female. Instead of turning pale skin red, it turned red skin black, as dark as the crimson who had Impressed the flashy, fire-throwing candidate. Weyrling, now. Because of the sleeveless robe of candidacy, she would have nearly black arms tomorrow.
"Who would choose a monster?"
Phaela watched the two queens search for Theirs, mostly succeeding in her endeavors to squash the tiny glimmer of hope that maybe, maybe there was a dragon here for her. Perhaps not one of the queens - surely a queen would have more sense than to choose someone most accurately described as 'monster' - but maybe one. Probably a green, because everyone commented on how silly greens were. But greens were the most sexually active dragons in the weyr, and Phaela knew better than to think that even caught up in the mindlessness of Flight-lust someone would want her. Better to think blue, because a blue was almost as silly as green, right? At least, that's what everyone said, and Phaela had no option but to remember what people had said.
Life was simpler when she was a herder. Sun- and wind-weathered skin was not uncommon, and herding was a respectable career. A good marriage could have been made, a marriage to a good, respectable tradesman who would be able to provide for their children. It would have happened, but for the Green Star.
A surge of what might be hatred rose through the mutated candidate's body, stilling her fear-induced tremors. Why would anyone judge the victims of the Green Star and its devastating Acid? It wasn't as though any of them had asked to be changed. Acid ruined lives! Phaela raised her head to fix a glare at the rider awaiting execution, and dropped it again, quick as a flash. Harder tremors shook her frame now - what was she thinking? Strong emotions would only get her into trouble.
Neither queen had found Theirs yet. The citrine queen - she who would be marked all her life by the tragedy of her Hatching - had Impressed ages ago. A citrine would be the highest Phaela might have aspired. A queen was a high enough rank that people would leave their rider alone, but citrine would have been low enough to keep her out of the spotlight. But no, not even citrine. Brown, maybe. A brown was steady, responsible, and maybe even enough to bring back that herder who loved life so much. Who knew where that girl was now, though, because she certainly wasn't this pathetic shivering wreck.
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Post by Ayla on Mar 23, 2010 15:57:14 GMT -5
C'ber could barely see the ground in front of him through the haze of tears, let alone the hatching of a bronze, a gold, and one of those purple things Skysong called an amethyst. The blacks he could accept, at least to the point of not wanting to kill them; after all, they were small and didn't challenge the positions of the queens or other larger dragons. He was, one could say, a traditionalist in the sense that the method of government with a goldrider for a Weyrwoman and a bronzerider as Weyrleader had worked for such a long time, and it would work for longer. The amethysts, silvers, crimsons, and citrines were the deal-breakers for C'ber.
Despite his justification for his actions, C'ber couldn't answer Wy'ren's question without getting himself into more trouble. These mutations were not anything like Higanth. The were just that - mutations, and should be destroyed before they reproduced. The destruction of Turns of development was just... unwarranted in C'ber's opinion. Why couldn't people be satisfied with what had already been? If all Wy'ren wanted was to "fly in the skies with our lifemates," then clearly they were suitable for dragonkind. If only the Green Star hadn't arrived, they would all be Impressed happily to respectable dragons, probably a bronze in Wy'ren's case, and the whole of Pern would be happy.
During this time, Higanth was relaying Angelischiel's message to C'ber, in addition to Kitath's addition. Thank you, Angelischiel. I and Mine are forever in your debt, the blue told the blackrider. If you are ever in danger for your brave actions, we will do whatever we can to help. C'ber's jaw nearly dropped. You realize we can't exactly harbor a black at Fort? C'ber said, his mental voice conveying his worry over this new offer. It's the thought that counts. Do what you can at the same time will that it become law, didn't you say that once? Higanth chided.
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Keia still felt a little sick about the death that had occurred in the past few minutes, but life was beginning to look up. With the bluerider arrested, a green brought back from between and Impressed, and now the hatching of a bronze, gold, and amethyst all within the span of a few minutes. Her stomach twisted again in guilt that she wasn't spending more time mourning the loss of the brown and the irreversible damage done to the citrine, but there were two queens on the sand, three counting Zarinth.
Both dragonets were headed for the girls. The gold seemed to be more straightforward, bumping each with her head, although with no malicious intent. The violence of the day had not been imparted on these young minds, at least not noticeably. The gold paused in front of Jillian, that stuck-up girl who always seemed to be flouting her riches and her heritage. Like anyone at the Weyr cared about your father; some of the best Weyrwomen had come from drudge families.
The gold passed Jillian up, and yet again there were two chances to Impress very well. Keia was almost ashamed to say she wanted a queen. She had always described girls who said they would be "devastated" if they Impressed a green as pretentious and overly full of themselves. But Keia couldn't deny there was an attraction to the power, the leadership, that having an amethyst or gold as a lifemate brought. Unconsciously, she stepped closer the the two dragonets.
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Post by sigma on Mar 23, 2010 18:41:04 GMT -5
W'her was relieved when the pain that Yith suddenly stricken with finally passed. She has calmed...alittle. The Green gave a settling warble as her rider's grip around her ease. The harper let out a tired sigh as he sat back and looked up at the chaos in the sky. There is nothing we can do for them...We are too small... Yith crooned sadly as she nudged at W'her to get on his feet. He shakily stood up and looked down at his miricle hatchling. She was so calm from one who was just pulled out of between and had to face all this violence at her impression. Feed your Yith, mine. We can do that while we wait for this to pass. With that the Green stepped back from her bonded and head to where the other Weyrlings were heading for food.
He saw Angelischiel and her black Kitath at the feeding tables, yet they had a distant look in their expressions. Are they alright? the harper thought warily as he grabbed a meat bowl for his precious Green and set it before her. Yith attacked the food with vigor, but she kept an eye on what was happening above her.
They are helping our Blue kin… she said cryptically her eyes whirling a slower red of hunger as she finally got food into her empty gullet. W’her blinked in confusion and looked up. There had been two blue dragons that had appeared to be source of today’s tragedies, but he did not know the riders themselves. He looked to Angel his head tilted, wondering what conversation was going on. Walking over to her, he gave a shy cough as he waited for the mental talk to end. He had something to say to this strange and mysterious girl who brought him together with Yith. W’her fidget with his fingers nervously as his glasses slid down his nose.
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Grylock sat up as the pain of his stomach subsided to a dull throb as his white robe was stained a dark red from his abdominal wound. He gave a chagrinned smile to himself as he realized his power might have backfired on him once more. Yet it was worth using his power to save at least one egg from today’s destruction, even if it later brought harm to himself. He was always getting hurt so it didn’t matter he had a few more scars to add on to his fine collection.
The candidate was rather fond of his scars and old wounds. They were his records, of what had happen to him. He was proud that someone or thing found his body worthy of such vandalism. A ‘I was here’ signed into his skin. The little black had left her own, a memo of what today’s craziness was about.
Gry grinned as he let out a groan and sat back, letting his hands prop him up on the hot sands. He would have notice his hands felt like they were burning if his brain wasn’t too distracted by the small slashes on his stomach and the new eggs that hatched. A fine bronze had emerged and found his bonded, making the jinx of a boy sigh in envious frustration. Even among all this chaos, people were still impressing and he was stuck still trying to recover from his little tumble with the black hatchlings.
He so wanted to be a dragonrider. He would make a good dragonrider! He MUST impress, any color he didn’t care… He yearned for that starry eyed look that riders had when thinking of their bonded. That secret knowledge of knowing that soul was connected with you forever…
The two queen eggs had hatched, making the boy sigh in frustration. They would be looking for girls to impress… He watched as the Amethyst passed up a Lord Holder’s daughter and was looking desperately for the right one. He glanced at the Gold who seemed to not have her bonded sighted yet and was wondering through the candidates. Both were very pretty and graceful for just newborns. Strong, too… he thought for they looked unfazed by the insanity that had happened today.
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Beretta had managed to pick up Ruinth and take him over to the feeding area. She quickly got him a bowl of bowl to eat as she hunted down some numbweed for him.
Stay here and eat, love. It’ll distract you from the pain. the new Weyrling smiled weakling, the strain of today had made the girl a dreadful shade of pale. She was off in a flash to track down the nearest healer.
Succeeding in her quest, the girl soaked a rag given to her to wrap Ruinth’s leg. She gently unwrapped her make-shift splint and applied the cooling suave.
Oooooohhhh….that feels much better. the Blue gave a sigh as his back muscles relaxed from their pained spasms. Beretta continued her first aid as she began making a proper splint for the hatchling’s mangled leg.
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Post by Faerie Fyre on Mar 23, 2010 20:53:07 GMT -5
There was a boy, just, just lying there on the Sands. The front of the candidate robe he wore - one identical to Phaela's own - was stained a bright crimson. Stained with blood. Monster or not, Phaela had nearly fifteen Turns of taking care of and binding her brother's wounds. Labrot in particular had a penchant for getting deep puncture wounds; sometimes from a tunnelsnake, sometimes from being gored by an angry bull. She was practiced at binding large, bloody wounds, even if the only ones she had bound recently had been her own.
A cut on her left thigh throbbed as she moved closer to the injured boy. He had managed to sit himself up, but was now resting his weight against his hands, which were buried deep in the burning sand. She used one sharp almost-claw to slash the material of her robe to make a binding. Hunched over and trying to hide her face with her shoulder, Phaela tapped the boy on the shoulder.
"S-sir? You need this."
She held the torn length of cloth in her other hand, but didn't try to see his face. Her fear-shakes were worse, because she knew what was coming. The screaming and the hitting, and the cries of 'Monster!' Her eyes clenched shut in anticipation for the reaction she had become accustomed to.
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Post by Kyla on Mar 24, 2010 17:42:42 GMT -5
The young Amethyst Queen suddenly spotted her across the sands. She passed up the Lord Holder’s daughter, hissing at her along the way as if she knew what the girl was thinking. She ignored the chaos going on around because hers was there in the crowd. Hers would protect her and she would protect hers. The young Amethyst side stepped out of the way of a Brown that had hatched, crooning an encouragement to him. It seemed like her mother she would also be very found and carrying of the dragons in her Weyr. Keia your Turith has found you! Lets eat and make sure the others are ok.[/color] She ran up to hers, with rainbow swirling eyes.
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Post by Ayla on Mar 24, 2010 19:50:57 GMT -5
The amethyst appeared to have located Hers in the crowd. Could it be that the little dragonet was headed toward... her? Keia, violating her own philosophy on not getting injured, didn't step out of the way in hope that yes, this beautiful purple queen was headed toward her, and not some girl standing behind her. Almost in fear, Keia glanced over her shoulder.
And yet, there was an amethyst running toward her, unwavering in her path, apparently with no intention of stopping until she reached Hers. Keia your Turith has found you! Let's eat and make sure they others are ok. Keia was struck dumb by the friendly alto mindvoice that was totally foreign, but sounded like it somehow belonged there, like Turith was filling a gap in her mind she didn't know existed. "Turith! Oh, Turith, I've been waiting... Let's get you some food," Keia said, her previous mood of despair very nearly erased.
Yes, please. I would like to speak with my gold clutchsister once she finds Hers, too, Turith said, and Keia nearly broke down just from hearing that beautiful voice again. It just cemented the fact that Keia was no longer the Beastcraft Apprentice, she was a Weyrling, and an amethyst weyrling at that!
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Post by Amejisuto on Mar 24, 2010 23:30:56 GMT -5
Angelischiel was focused on her task, which was aiding the blue and his rider. She stopped for a moment, only as she looked towards the green pair. Yith, whom she had brought back and W’her her bonded. He was another Harper, she could tell by the look of him, a soft smile graced her features. “Can I help you?” She asked as she turned her mind inwardly towards the task at hand. It’s alright Higanth, I understand. Me and Kitath are prepared for the consequences. We do what we feel is right, we are dragon riders… We wish to fly in skies that are free for everyone. No matteri f their wings be blue or black. Color should not matter, we are all the same at heart. She whispered mentally to the dragon.
She was focused on her task, and keeping W’her in the belief that she was fully there. Multi-tasking as a specialty of almost all Harpers. “I’m interested in knowing how Yith is, I try and respect the bond of Rider and dragon, when I have to. Is she alright?” She asked as her attention turned to the black that was curling up beside her. Half asleep, or seeming like she was. She was pretending, in the hopes that it would make their task easier., We will take whatever comes out way, whatever way we can. the black stated in a firm voice. Her eyes whirling with sated colors. But a spark or two of odd colors darted through her eyes.
It wasn’t uncommon for hatchlings to be confused, and it was obvious the girl was confused. The girl being the Gold. She watched as her Amethyst sister bonded, and then she started looking across the candidates at hand again. She returned to Jillian again, sniffing her over again. She searched the girls mind and back wheeled. A shiver racing over her as she darted away from the Lord Holders daughter.
She stopped and cocked her head as she stopped near the people entrance of the Hatching grounds. Creeling at the girl that was hiding in the shadows. There was a gasping voice from the shadows as a rather dirty girl came out of the shadows. “Na! Ya c’n wan’ me! Ima drudge. Ya want the gal over dere, the Lord Holders Daughter!” the exclaimed voice of a young woman, probably about twenty turns of age. She walked from the shadows showing a dirty form, definitely a drudge. Unkempt hair, and it was hard to tell if she was pretty or not.
The Gold had made her choice, a Drudge…
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Post by Astarte on Mar 27, 2010 22:51:50 GMT -5
KISHELMINE! IT HAS ME! Reyenth screamed, turning to look at Taikoth, and if he had been a Crimson, he would have flamed the black where she hung in the air, and damn the consequences. The Blue was terrified, alone, confused, and his rider was no different. Kishel was fighting for her life now, and all she wanted to do was leave, return to Fort, return home to Valoryn.
We need to go, we need to go, weneedtogoweneedtogoweneedto-
KISHEL! A scream in Kishel's mind that momentarily blocked out everything, even panic. For just an instant, Kishel was filled with the cold tenor twang of Reyenth's mindvoice, and then she finally managed to pull what she needed from the terror. That push had done it, even in spite of Taikoth's pull. For a moment, the pair hung in air, but then Kishel triumphantly shoved a clear vision of Fort into her mind. Reyenth shrieked and grabbed on, locking it in their minds. Fort! he shouted, triumphantly, and the pair disappeared between.
Moments later, they tumbled in the sky over the Fort weyrbowl, dropping ungracefully to the ground and briefly losing consciousness as a single unit. But they had escaped.
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Post by Amejisuto on Mar 27, 2010 23:11:13 GMT -5
With the escape of the blue there seemed to be an almost hush over the sands. Eggs still shaking, babies still making their way into the world. On particularly large egg seemed to be shaking off pieces, and was that two tails that popped out? Was it a mutation, or something more? It seemed that it was indeed something more. For from the shell - that suddenly shattered- came two browns. They looked around, confusion on their eyes as they wondered at what had happened that everyone was so sad.
the first brown the darker of the two, made a rush for the female candidates. Pouncing literally on one of the females there. Hey ANKA! You Truinith is hunnnggrrrryyyyyy~! the brown called out happily. A smile could have accompanied his mind voice, and he had a bit of a peppy sound to him.
The other raced over to a girl that was helping a bleeding boy. Phaela my dear, why do you think yourself a monster. You are beautiful to me. I'm Breuth, and I'm rather hungry. Mind helping me along dear, the boy will be attended to by healers. the male said as he looked at those around. He had chosen her, and that was for a reason. New times, new times.
It was at that moment that another egg spilled open, and a pretty little green raced over to the stands. Creeling up at the people present. The Lord Holders Oldest son, had been chosen by a green. His father glared at him, for that obviously meant something that Holders didn't approve of. His son like boys.
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Post by Faerie Fyre on Mar 27, 2010 23:42:44 GMT -5
Phaela wasn't paying attention when the twin browns hatched. As a matter of fact, she wasn't paying attention to anything but how quickly she might be able to scurry away from this other human being should he turn on her. Why oh why had she allowed herself to come? The only thing anyone ever saw was a monster!
That was when a voice, a confident, trusting, loving voice made itself known inside her skull. The affection conveyed in the light male tone drove the physically mutated female to her knees, shocking because nothing in nineteen long Turns had prepared her for such love and devotion. The difference was almost brutal in its obviousness.
Phaela my dear, why do you think yourself a monster. You are beautiful to me. I'm Breuth, and I'm rather hungry. Mind helping me along dear, the boy will be attended to by healers.
Phaela was loved.
Phaela was LOVED.
Phaela threw her arms around the brown Hatchling's neck, for once not worrying about people seeing her differences. Why should she care? She had Breuth now, and Breuth was all she would ever need!
More tears trickled down her blackening face, tears of happiness in contrast to the tears of fear she had already shed.
"Breuth."
The only word she could manage aloud was the name of her dragon, though a nearly wordless torrent of emotion tore through both girl and dragon through the new connection known as Impression.
I...am...beautiful?
More than you know. It's a good thing you were here, because there just isn't any other girl here who could compare to you. Can we go eat?
Phaela nodded mutely, smiling through the tears. It would be of interest to know that her smile was still beamingly beautiful. Her left cheek sported a dimple, and her burgundy lips parted to reveal shockingly white teeth against the red. She rose to her feet again, and left the bleeding candidate with the torn hem of her candidate's robe to use in binding his wounds. Thick leg muscles laid bare by the newly shortened, ragged hem, Phaela walked with Breuth off the Sands. The newly Impressed brown weyrling and her hatchling could be seen heading towards the Bowl for food, and the first bath of hundreds.
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Post by wylvaren on Mar 28, 2010 8:50:58 GMT -5
Wy'ren and Silver Jyanrith R'let, with jade Imp, and Blue Ionth Weyrling Anka and Brown Truinith The two Queens chose theirs, the Gold surprising all by choosing a drudge from the crowd, but Wy'ren could have cared less. The little Gold had Impressed and it meant she would live and prosper, which meant they now had two Amethysts, two Citrines, and one Gold living at Skysong Weyr. Above him, Jyanrith could her heard humming to the new additions, knowing that his dragon was already trying to figure out who would do what and who would become his mate. Give it time, Jy. They need to grow first and make it past their Weyrling graduation, he sent to his impatient Silver, who only rumbled that he had had waited a long time for His, he could wait a couple of Turns for the hatchlings to grow.
From his perch once more, Ionth and R'let watched the hatching. Ionth hummed and crooned to the new Queens, while R'let cheered with the rest of the crowd around them. Imp suddenly came from between, broadcasting to R'let that he was curious as to what all the noise was for. "The new Queens have Impressed, Imp!!" R'let whooped, causing several Riders at the ledges around his to look at him with distaste. The young Bluerider did not care one bit. His Blue let out a welcoming bugle to the new Queens, and an endearing note to Zarinth for her beauitful clutch.
Once the Gold had made her Impression, it seemed another egg was ready to hatch, catching Anka's attention. As she watched, with the rest of the Weyrfolk and Holdfolk, the egg cracked, exposing two tails within. It was a strange thing alright; the first through through Anka's mind was it was a mutation. Quickly, the egg proved all those wrong that thought they were a new mutation, as two young Browns crawled out of the egg.
The first was a darker brown, while the other a lighter shade. Of the two, it seemed that the darker brown was more energitic and suddenly, Anka found herself pinned to the ground, sharp claws inches from her right forearm, while her left arm flared with pain. She pushed those thoughts away from her mind, so as not to frighten the young hatchling. Hey ANKA! You Truinith is hunnnggrrrryyyyyy!! [/color] Anka heard, the young Brown's mind voice was filled with so much happiness and energy she couldn't help but smile and tears leak from her eyes. "And you will get your food . . . As soon as I can get up and walk," Anka played back, trying to move her left fingers and found they all still moved, Truinith's claws were barely biting into her flesh. With the hatching of two Brown's from one egg, R'let's howling became louder as he watched the Impression be made between the darker of the Browns and Anka. Ionth, too, was caught up in the celebration, that he let out another bugle to welcome his little Brown brother. Imp even chriped loudly and let out short bugles from time to time. Once all three settled down, they watched as Anka's Brown crawled off her and lower his head to the girl's left arm. He stepped on her . . . but she is fine, Ionth informed R'let, as he felt His worry for his half sibling. Once the Brown was satisfied that she was fine, he allowed Anka up and they exited the Sands together. The sight brought tears to R'let's eyes, which caused Imp to chitter helplessly, thinking his partner was hurt. It only took a couple of cooings from Ionth to calm the little jade.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by sigma on Mar 28, 2010 9:04:48 GMT -5
Grylock blinked a few times at Phaela not sure what to make of her...or was it a him? No, he was right the first time. Underneath all that thick red hide and mass of white tangled hair there was something very feminine to this candidate's features.
He took the cloth from her hands and tilted his head to the side. Why wouldn't she look at him? She looked scared like she expected him to shout at her. "Thanks a lot! I guess I kinda do need this." he chuckled nervously. A girl was talking to him! It was so rare. She may not be attractive, but hey, she was a girl!
Before he could say anything else the hatching of an egg that held two browns spilt open. One ran off to an impressed a girl across the sands. He frown in confusion... Didn't browns impress to boys? Well a dragon is a dragon and he suppose it didn't matter who they impressed to. If a dragonet deemed you worthy to be dragonrider, than you were worthy, at least that how Gry saw it.
The lighter brown of the twin dragonets starter towards them making the boy hold his breath. Was this one looking for him? Could this dragonet be his?
But, no, the brown was looking to the girl that helped him. "Breuth," she uttered and the young man knew that impression had taken place. He was fiercely envious, but the joy on her face made him lose his jealousy. The mutant girl looked as if she hadn't been happy in a long time and now she finally experienced it.
"Congratulations." Grylock said with a grin as he began to wrap the strip of clothing around his waist. He made sure it was tight and snug as he gave it a finally knot. He slowly got to his feet, grunting at the twinges of pain running through his torso. The new impressed pair were leaving the sands and he thought they looked good together. --------------------------------------------------
W'her fiddled his fingers as he looked at Angelischiel with his face turned downward shyly. "I wanted to say... That is Yith said that you...ah, Well what I trying to say..." he fumbled with his words trying to say the right thing. For a harper he unusually terrible with his speech, especially when he was nervous.
Just say what you feel... the little green said encouragingly her mouth full of gore as she watched. The dragonet knew of her rider's little speaking problem and she was going to force him to overcome it, one way or another.
"Heh, what I wanted to say is-" he gave up on words and quickly pulled the female harper into an embrace. "Thank you!" he said in a quieter tone, his eyes misting up. "If you were not here, Yith would not be here... My Yith. Thank you." W'her hiccuped and gently let go of her.
Yith feels fine, thanks to you. Between is so...empty...alone...You brought Yith back. she warbled still getting use to language. She was not as quick as some of her other siblings. What slowness she had in language she made up for in her calm demeanor in her voice and manor.
You may not be happy with how our adults are responding to this. the green gestured with her snout to the chaos above. But we are small and too young... We may not be able to do much, but we do what we can.
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Post by Faerie Fyre on Apr 3, 2010 22:00:41 GMT -5
Three queens should have been a good omen for Skysong's first clutch. An Amethyst, a Gold, and a Citrine were an assurance that the weyr's line could continue past Zarinth, even with the tragedy this clutch had faced. V'quor's heart went out to the little Citrine, who would always bear the physical scars of her encounter with a madman. Those white lines on her beautiful hide would never fade, and if he had the ability to hear all dragons, he would sympathize with the life-long stutter.
Unlike his mutated brethren, Lyrath did not watch the queens with appreciation simply for a new queen, but he judged their mental strength. Skysong would always need a strong, balanced Weyrwoman, and the best candidates would come from this clutch and those to come. He fed his opinions directly to His, and held his wings cupped lightly to his sides. Green Crystal had long ago decided that she was Lyrath's best friend, and was currently watching the clutch from the big bronze's wingjoint.
She's certainly a surprise, V'quor told his bronze, watching the most recent Impression with a raised eyebrow. The dragon was always right, but, a drudge? For Gold? It was a surprise, certainly. It was as interesting as an earlier hatching - the twin browns. Both had Impressed to females, but in the lighter hatchling's case, the term 'woman' might be...disputed. Though it was common knowledge that the dragon was always right, he had to wonder at the wisdom of the hatchling who would ignore every other suitable candidate to Impress to the...monstrous one.
Do not be unkind, Val. Little Breuth has made a wise choice. Phaela will make a fine wingleader one day.
The current wingleader cocked an eyebrow towards his dragon, a look of skepticism firmly in place on his features.
Wingleader, you say? Do you propose to mentor them?
To his credit, Lyrath did not snort, though he did give something like the mental equivalent.
Perhaps. Time will tell, but there is something hidden within the girl that makes her exceptional. Otherwise, why would she be chosen?
Unlike her fellow riders, Shell was not in attendance at the Hatching Grounds. That was not to say that she was not watching; she simply was not at the Sands. When the scuffle broke out on the Sands, the redhead had raced for her iridescent Aurath. Her intention, however, was nowhere near what the Weyrleaders would have wanted. She went to her Bonded with the intention of drawing strength from the dragon.
Shell was terrified.
The last time she had been so terrified had been when she awoke in the infirmary of the Glass Hall with plants firmly intertwined around her limbs. That had been a time of great upheaval and a departure from everything she knew, and this time was no different. Anmedlath had been ready to tear a blue - another dragon! - apart, and not one person would have begrudged him the right. Shell agreed that the traitors needed to be punished, but this shook the tiny world she had finally made stable. Dragon fighting dragon! Never in all her life had the former Journeywoman heard of a dragon battling one of its brethren, and she had not thought it possible.
Fort had done this. Fort had turned dragon against dragon, and nearly showered the Hatching Sands with the green ichor that was dragon blood. Fort was responsible, and the thought made Shell shake.
Now, understand that for all her diminutive size and roundness of figure, Aushela was not faint of heart. Her passions lay in assisting others, not in defending or attacking. So much upheaval over such a stressful day had broken her resistance, and so she clung to the hide whose color changed with every movement, and sobbed openly. She had held it together well enough until the awful thought entered her head that Fort might not stop with Zarinth's clutch. Aurath was due to Fly within the next few months, and after that, would clutch. What would stop Valoryn from sending riders after her?
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Post by Amejisuto on Apr 4, 2010 18:57:03 GMT -5
The clutch seemed to feel the emotions of those around them. Eggs spilling open to reveal dragon after dragon. The first four eggs to spill open, nearly at the same time revealed several dragonets. Two Iridescents, and one green. Then one of the larger eggs spilled open to show a silver. He spread his wings and looked around, as the Iridescents began to try and figure out what they would do. While the Green seemed to have a general Idea of who and what she wanted.
Each started to wander off in their directions, impressing to their bondeds and making more pairs for the Weyr. Two more eggs hatched, spilling a bronze and a brown unto the sands. This was definitely looking up for the candidates.
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Angel looked at the other harper mournfully, the pain evident on her features. Drawn out at the edges, is what she looked like. But she cracked a smile as she realized what he was speaking about. It made her smile that he was thanking her, no one had thanked her yet that day. It made her sad. She had to make sure her task was done though. "Yith, Kitath appreciates your presence. W'her you are welcome. It's alright... I couldn't let her die." She said gently as she looked at the green. "You'll be fine eventually between may have addled you just a bit. The dragons at Fort that I brought back, they had speech impediments for a small period afterwards. But we shall see if yours continue."
She said as her gaze turned towards the sands, as she sighed softly. "I wish they wouldn't. I will do all in my power too. The Harper Hall will not like this occurrence." She stated as she growled softly.
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