Monaco Bay Weyr - Hatching Sands
The sand of the cavern stretches out to all sides, searing hot at all times of the day from the geothermal heat that this extinct volcano provides. With only the very top of the cavern open to the elements, allowing vision of the sky and the occasional shower through, but little more. Thick with dark sand, imported and sifted for its extreme fineness and silken feel, this cavern is home to the Queens during their brooding and their multitude of eggs. Off to one side is a risen platform for the Queen's rider and her mate's rider, allowing them a rest from the heat their dragons endure.
Quinn marches onto the Sands as if this were a routine inspection of the Guard, chin held high and her shoulders pressed back as she walks with a purposeful and confident stride. To the dam and sire, the young woman presents herself and bows before taking up a place around the Sands with her hands clasped behind her back.
Evening has fallen on Monaco Bay Weyr, and unfortunately for the residents it doesn't seem like they'll be getting much peace tonight. A deep thrumming fills the air to signal the upcoming arrival of Monaco's newest hatchlings. But of course, no Monaco hatching can really go perfectly. A mad dash to turn on the lights in the Hatching Caverns has led to an unfortunate sizzle, leaving one fuse blown out. And despite what rumors may abound, Reya was /not/ responsible. The sands themselves are now in complete darkness, but luckily a few lights in the galleries have remained on. Perhaps when the dragonets get closer people will be able to get a better look!
Betwixt the Trees Egg lurks amongst the shadows on the sands, waiting for that opportune moment, waiting for its chance. A slight shift to check on the situation, barely noticeable in the dim light, and once more, it goes still.
Completely Wholesome Egg shakes then stills. Just a gentle knocking on the doorway to life. Time passes, then the knocking comes again though louder this time.
Dashiel is maybe bouncing a little as he comes out with the other candidates. It's that or quivering. Is it excitement or nerves? …is there a difference, really? He's looking everywhere - the galleries, the queen, the other candidates, but… most of all the eggs. Though he does, rather belatedly, notice in a glance someone else bowing, and adds one of his own before looking back to the eggs again. "…huh."
Doktah shuffles onto the sands looking like she's just pulled herself out of bed. Fortunately, the white robe helps her look a little more put together. She follows along to her place in line and drops into the expected bow. Then the eggs get her full attention. Or they would, if not for the darkness. "Really?" She huffs, exasperated. "What did I tell them about the electrical grid here? What did I say?"
Kellanar marches in with the rest of the candidates, shooting them a wide grin before bowing foremally to the sire and dam of the clutch and moving to find a spot for himself/
Dashiel has to give the eggs extra looking, since they're so badly illuminated! "…yeah, but how often does it get a full test?" he says to Doktah, though without looking a ther.
Kaylis moves out onto the sands, hurrying over to where the big knots linger. "That's most of them. one or two stragglers, but they should be here soon." With that she takes her place at the side, waiting until she's needed.
Betwixt the Trees Egg shifts then, another little wobble in the darkness, settling deeper into the sands, making itself comfortable. But then, a crack appears on the shell, as if the egg is yawning deeply.
Completely Wholesome Egg is rather more insistent in its movement this time, each knock from inside causing the shell to shudder in place as a resounding Boom Boom comes from within.
Light in the Darkness Egg wobbles - though it is only because of the bright white streak along one side that the motion can be seen at all - though it is also because of that streak that it is clearly evident when the motion stops.
Quinn nods in kind to her fellow Candidates as she relies on silhouettes and sounds to see where things and people are. Wobblings eggs are hard to make out, and Quinn has to squint in order to see.
Doktah can't be seen scowling, but the annoyance in her tone makes it obvious as she shouts back to Dashiel. "The whole point of having redundant systems is for emergencies. That's when you need electricity most!"
Sindrieth is in the darkness somewhere, though his large jeweled eyes can be seen amongst the dark. He's out there, somewhere between the rocking eggs and the unfortunate candidates and watching. There's a rumble of encouragement as the eggs start cracking, his gaze flickering between them. Soon.
Kellanar leans forward in an attem[pt to see what is going on better, reaching out to tap Dash's shoulder, "I wonder if we'll get a bit better lighting, eh?"
Dashiel tucks his hands behind his back… but only for a moment, before he shifts them forward again to fidget absently with his robe. "…we can hear them, at least." A moment, and then a half grin. "Well, some of them. Not the ones that'll come out of the shadows and eat us." He grins, then gives a wobble-equivocation of his hand to Doktah, not that she'll see probably. "Dragons can see in the dark, right? And they're the one with the plan. It'll be fine." A glance back to Kellanar, and a shrug. "Maybe!"
Betwixt the Trees Egg has waited, waited and watched, waited and watched and yawned.. And now, the cracks have grown too wide, and there is no more time for waiting. WIth a giant pounce, the occupant is loosed upon the sands, a shadowy form.
| Roses are Red Hatchling |
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| Shadow eclipses this young dragon's large frame, though the spikes and ridges are prominently dark against the dusky background. If one was looking for softness, there's none to be found here, and the illumination of jeweled eyes that capture even the faintest hint of light seem ominous. Glints of light reflect off of what look like knives digging into the sands, and the baleful appearance of a dragon that begins its advance. There's no brightness in this young dragon's demeanor, no innocence of a newborn being. Wicked, threatening, and downright sinister this dragonet appears when wreathed in darkness. |
Light in the Darkness Egg cracks suddenly, the sharp, clear line splitting the streak of white in two, as the hatchling within fights against the confines of its temporary home.
Quinn is still squinting in the dark to make anything out, but the sounds of other candidates chatting and talking are proving to be a distraction. Her senses are keened, trying to make out the shapes moving on the Sands before the line of white robes.
Fuerioth lets out a soft croon as the eggs begin to rock and her whirling gaze turns towards the line of candidates. She stares at each one individually, almost as if judging the group, before her eyes turn to the first hatchling. A bugle goes up to welcome the new arrival.
Doktah does not seem placated by the observations of her fellow candidates. "The bigger problem is that we can't see them. People get hurt at these things, you know. And that's under ideal circumstances." She squints at the first shadowy hatchling. "I think one of them hatched?" Oh dear.
Completely Wholesome Egg shatters under the onslaught from within, disgorging a large, dark, and definitely angry dragon face-first onto the sands.
| Violets are Blue Hatchling |
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| Darkness embraces this draconic form, lines and wrinkles on the hide combining with the darkness of ichor to for a moving shadow that stumps its way across the sands dragging a long thick tail behind it. The wings seem paler, but even they seem to be trending towards grey, or perhaps that could be the sand that seems to have stuck to it upon hatching. |
Dashiel stares into the dark and the new dragons there. "I think so…" Yeah, Fuerioth's bugle seems to confirm it, at least for him, and he nods firmly! "It's never ideal. But either you take the odds, or… you don't."
Quinn can still only rely on sounds, and she straightens up even further to try and seem as if she isn't worried about the potential of being mauled in the dark by fresh hatchlings. People with weapons, she can handle. Baby dragons? Another matter entirely.
Roses are Red Hatchling shakes off the remnants of the shell that was attached to its paw, then starts the advance towards the group of candidates. The darkness seems to enshroud it as it moves towards the group, sinuous movements across the sand as the sound of a tail slinking across the sands accompanies its advance. Jeweled eyes start in an amber hue, judging the candidates from afar and looking to see if any of those out there are of interest to it. A pause, near Kellanar before continuing on at the edge of shadow as though it's trying not to let any of the candidates get a good look at it.
Violets are Blue Hatchling gets to its feet a little shakily and trumpets its annoyance to the world. This was not how this was meant to be! It stamps its way forwards directly towards the line, intent on finding someone and making their life a misery too. You. You there. You'll do. Poor Logan was barely even paying attention until the moment the hatchling's nose smacks into his stomach, hard. "What? I need to do /what/?" He sounds shocked, but another violent prodding confirms the bonding, no matter how gritted his teeth are as he adds. "I… yes ma'am." It seems L'gan and his Steleth are not getting off to the best of starts.
With a triumphant cry the Violets are Blue Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.
| Cold Granite Green Hatchling |
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| Murky greens coat the hide of a stocky dragon that looks rather haphazardly thrown together - her entire presence a study in lines and wrinkles that make her look far older than her years, something that her elongated face and sunken eyes does little to amend. Her wings are large but sturdy, patterned with ethereal wisps of smoky grey and stained with white ash along the trailing edge. Her haunches and tail are on the thick side lending her an overwhelming presence that is echoes right down at the dark granite that form her razor sharp talons. |
After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.
Doktah is clearly struggling a bit to keep tabs on all that is happening in the dark. Did someone impress? It sounds like someone impressed. Better applaud just to be on the safe side. "Congratulations?"
Was that movement, there, amongst the shadows? Perhaps the Egg of Unusual Size *is* in a slightly different place than it was a moment ago.
Dashiel grins, watching… well… trying to watch. Those glowing eyes may imply there's a dragon there, but it's one that's good at keeping to the shadows, so… huh. The impression's more obvious, at least, and Dashiel hehs. "First luck of the night!" Maybe not according to what Logan thinks right now, but… oh well!
Quinn is momentarily distracted by the newly-Impressed pair. If that's what that is. Two figures moving off the Sands is given another squint before the former guard brings her hands together in brief applause. All too quickly does her attention snap back to the sands and her arms fold behind her back once more.
Cracks continue outwards, spreading in every direction, and soon, Light in the Darkness Egg is no more, instead, a hatchling is left amongst the remains of the shell, hidden yet by the shadows of the sands, though even that can't truly hide the poise and grace it exhibits.
| Sugar is Sweet Hatchling |
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| As with all the other dragons that are being shelled, this dragonet is birthed in darkness. There's something regal about the way this one's bearing is, the way the head is held, the way the tail is lifted as though it doesn't wish to drag it upon the sand in its almost assuredly gooey state. Large enough to make one question what color it might truly be, there's an eerie blue whirl to the eyes as though the pangs of hunger haven't quite hit this young one's stomach. Glimmers of light reflect off of the hide, luminescent as though the dragon might very well begin glowing if it gathers enough shimmer. |
Dashiel huhs as the crackling sound draws his attention back to… "I can almost see…" A glance back to the shadows where he thinks there's still another dragon. "…/that/ one."
Doktah squints at what Dashiel is looking at. Or at least what she thinks Dashiel is looking at. "Is that another one? Or a shiny shell?" She grumbles more about the power grid under her breath.
There it was again, movement from where the Egg of Unusual Size sits.. and then, sound! A series of short pops echo, and in the pale light, it may be difficult to see the cracks that have begun to appear.
Roses are Red Hatchling is starting to get hungry, starting to get agitated, starting to -need-. No, this candidate is no good. The dragonet gives a snort before moving onwards down the line. No, no, no. None of these. There's a pause in front of Dashiel and for a moment it appears as though it will move along to the next in line. The eyes narrow, the breath stills, there's another grumble before suddenly it surges forward. Beware anyone near his choice, the one it stakes its claim in gets an unfortunate claw placed in their thigh in the young dragon's eagerness.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Roses are Red Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
| Beyond the Shadowed Veil Bronze Hatchling |
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| Bronzen gilt tipped ridges are the first thing that draws the eye to this dragon, they're sharp, polished and as reasonable to use as a weapon as his ebon cloaked claws. This dragon is equal parts whorls of purest bronze mixed with inky blacks that seek to obscure this beasts form in darkness and from a distance he could easily be mistaken for a large brown. The patterning of his hide is that of damascus steel, loops and fingerprint like whorls of purest bronze embossed upon an inky black backdrop. While not the largest of his color, it's all in the way he carries himself that makes him appear grander than he is. His headknobs are flared outwards before returning inwards, his head is angular and well shaped even if his maw appears as though he's always got a faint snarl to him. Sinuous lengths of his neck are angled and contoured to be eye-catching with shimmers of bronze in any given light. It's his wings that are unique, rather than even edges at the ends of them, they're faintly tattered and edged in coal black almost as though they've been burned. Proportioned perfectly, this bronze's tail is long and lean, giving him the appearance of a dragon larger than he is. |
Sugar is Sweet Hatchling is not putting its tail on the sand, not a chance in all of Pern. It arches its neck and turns its head towards the row of white clad candidates standing in the visible light. Over there, that's the destination even if there's a pause as it looks upon its parents for encouragement. Glimmers of light reflect off this one's hide, promises of secrets hidden and untold.
Quinn is able to make out Doktah and Dashiel and everyone else in the line of Candidates, but her eyes are drawn to the hatchling which seems to wander the line back and forth. As the small creature surges towards Dashiel, Quinn's breath is caught in her chest for the briefest moment - before let out with a long exhale of relief. It didn't seem like a mauling this time around. With a genuine smile to her training partner's Impression, she begins to applaud him. "Well done!"
Bleeding Heart Egg twitches slightly. The movement lasts a second, perhaps less, and then there's is absolute stillness once again.
Kellanar blinks as one of the dragons impresses, lifting up a thumbs up at them, "Way to go!: he calls out cheerfully, shifting a bit upon the sands and running his hands dwn on nthe frnt of his robes to remove the sweat on his hands.
Where there was once an egg there is now simply shadows - Shadows and darkness and nothing, as the Egg of Unusual Size disappears from sight.
| And So Are You Hatchling |
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| Shadows - darkness and shadows - make up this hatchling. Certainly there are wings, and a longer than normal tail, through details beyond that may be difficult to determine. It is certainly on the smaller end of the hatchling size scale - though perhaps it isn't. |
D'lei's attention is drawn from the sound of distant pops to the closeness of angled body and glowing yellow eyes… and then closer yet, more immediate and urgent as a claw digs in. There's an indrawn breath, and yet his expression turns to a sharp, almost fierce-looking grin. "Ha. Yes. Come on." He reaches out, putting an arm around the bronze's shoulders. "That's your dinner, Garouth. Today's, at least." So they'll dash over there!
The Unless Egg slowly begins to lean farther to the right, much like a tree swaying in a moderate breeze. It hangs there a moment almost as if it might tip over, but then shifts back to its upright position and stops moving.
Kaylis is ready, the first dragon led off by one of her co-workers which means that this one is hers! Skirting round the group of eggs she heads towards D'lei and his new companion. "Congratulations. If you and your Garouth would like to come with me we'll get you settled." She waits a omment and then moves off towards the barracks.
Bleeding Heart Egg begins to ooze more profusely. Dark streams of liquid swell out from cracks that form on its surface and bring a nauseating sheen to the ovoid.
Doktah is able to piece together what's happened despite the lack of light. A little smile appears on her face, probably because she can't exactly see that Dash may have been injured. "Congratulations, Dash!" But now who will she complain about power grids to?
And So Are You Hatchling slips from the shadows and into the light that filters onto the ring of white-robed candidates, though certainly not much changes in his coloration. Hide becomes slightly lighter, and details become a bit more obvious, but his dark hide is a stark contrast to the white robe of the older, blonde-haired woman - this would likely have been her last attempt at standing - he nudges with his snout. "W-westh? You.. you came for me?" And there is a surprised sound from the woman she nods, and moves to usher him to the side. "Of course.. I am your Prin."
With a triumphant cry the And So Are You Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.
| The Dragon in Black and Blue Hatchling |
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| Deepest, darkest blue cloaks this average hatchling from head to toe, clinging to every inch of his form and forcing one to take a long look to pick out any features. Once one does, however, oversized wings are defined by ever so slightly silver spars, and a gleam catches the edge of the ridges that run down his back, and accent his long thin tail. Lean, lithe, and muscular, he is built like a finely formed weapon born of the shadows themselves. |
After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.
Quinn soon returns her attention to the goings on as more pairs seem to be matched up and walk off the Sands together. Firm nods are given in approval and recognition to those who Impress, but it's the remaining eggs and moving shadows of hatchlings that keep her attention. Must be on guard.
Sugar is Sweet Hatchling makes a sound when it opens its wings, a fluttering sound that catches the wind and knocks some of the bits of egg goo from them. Unfortunately for some of the candidates, it spatters across their pristine white clothing, but gives nothing away of the color of this one. It picks across the line, again jeweled eyes skim over the offerings. A pause in front of Doktah, a rumble of question as though perhaps this one? No, it continues down the line until it finds the perfect one. Unlike its brother before it, this one steps out into the light as though it were waiting for the perfect time to illuminate its presence and give all the secrets away and settles itself right at an amber eyed candidate's feet.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the Sugar is Sweet Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
| Night's Ethereal Princess Green Hatchling |
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| Solitary and scintillating, by charms is this green conjured, manifesting with a sly serendipity. Mystique brims bold in the magical moonglass of her pale hide, only to be reflected in riverstone-rounded edges. Swaggering host she is to that hide of marbled milk-jade, scattered with estranged glitter that appears to make her hide glimmer with ethereal light. Countless treasures gild the shallow draughts of her lovely throat and dainty knuckles below diamond talons, yet dull they appear, against the fathomless depths of her crystalline-faceted eyes. She is bejeweled, though even without adornment, she shines. She is resplendent in her coloring, reaching from deeper emerald greens that graces her nose to the pale marbled milk-jade of her sides, and finally to the muted golden honeysuckle on the edging of her wings and tail that make one wonder if this green was truly meant to be a queen. She has all the hallmark traits of a renaissance beauty, her wings large enough to offer her a train, her tail slender and often raised as though she is aware that she is much more than she appears. There is no part of this dragon that one could truly criticize, other than perhaps the fact she never seems to completely fold in her wings tight to her body. |
The Unless Egg begins to violently shake from side to side almost as if it was being struck. The shakes happen at the rate of about once per every 3 seconds. After no more than 5 violent shakes a fissure forms with an audible crack. This crack runs a ring around the base of the egg.
Bleeding Heart Egg seems to shrink in on itself before abruptly rupturing. Pieces of eggshell fall to the ground, leaving the occupant inside standing proud and strong.
| There's Nothing to Fear Hatchling |
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| Dark ichor drips across the slender form of this dragon. It coats the young creature from head to tail, but the dragonet stands steadfast under the added weight. Large wings remain steadfastly tucked against the dragon's hide, but a brief glimmer of what may be hidden underneath occasionally arises as it shifts on the sands. It's the eyes that really stand out however. Large and opalescent as they are, it brings up one question….are they unseeing? |
Quinn is for once, caught off-guard at the somewhat graceful approach of the pristine Green hatchling that comes to sit at her feet. This one wasn't charging? No.. As Quinn's amber eyes meet with the hatchling, Quinn inhales sharply as if being struck by a terrible thought - only to let out a long sigh and a smile. "Kith." She responds, affirming the name of the hatchling with a nod. "I'm sorry I took so long. We should join the others." And so, with her new lifemate at her side, she moves to join the others to one side.
Kaylis is back on duty and already having to run out to collect another weyrling. "Quinn. Congratulations. She's really something. Wow." She begins to move off before she's finished, though pauses and turns back with a quiet, "Oh." As she remembers she needs to actually say something about what's happening. "This way both of you, let's get her something to eat."
The Unless Egg sits silent for a moment before the top portion of the egg is sheered away from the based and falls a good distance away with a quiet whump. Standing in the based of the egg is a little dragon, whose details are hard to make out.
| Now That I'm Here Hatchling |
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| Though shadow falls upon the hatchling you can still make out the general outline of the dragon. It isn't very big, in fact it's quite small, but very compactly built. You can't yet make out the color that graces the hide of this hatchling, but you can see two eyes gleaming in the dark. The hatchlings wings are small as is the dragon's tail. |
Bovine Identification Egg shudders, then jumps, then twists around in a circle. Each movement spilling sand from around the base before it topples, ever so slowly, over onto its side.
Doktah freezes for a moment when the latest hatchling pauses in front of her. It moves on, and the moment of terror passes. The next one chosen is another familiar face (or voice), and thus receives another round of applause. "Congratulations, Quinn!" Now back to surviving.
There's Nothing to Fear Hatchling doesn't begin to move immediately. The dragonet merely stands there, head held high. The creature seems almost statue like, but after a few minutes one paw is experimentally lifted and placed forward. Is that a smile? A glint of teeth as the mouth opens? Perhaps.
"Wau to go Quinn!" Kell calls as he hears the familiar voice, shooting her a widw grin.
Pure of Heart Egg gives a little hop of excitement, knocking into the Bleeding Heart Egg before rocking back to its usual spot.
Karmella continues to bite her lip amid all the chaos, ignoring the fact that Ailoura has been standing on her foot for Faranth knows how long. She missed her chance to bid Dash goodluck and goodbye, glancing in his direction but the unseen movement gets her attention once more.
Bovine Identification Egg doesnt move this time, but a definite tap tap tapping comes from the direction of the egg as the dragon inside searches for a weak point. Eventually the egg gives a little hiccup in time with a loud TAP-CRACK.
There's Nothing to Fear Hatchling is quite sure that its legs are working now, and thus its journey forward begins. There's an elegance to its movements as….well, unfortunately it begins veering towards the right. However, before the dragonet makes a head on collision with another Egg, a sound from the candidates area seems to catch its attention and the creature changes course.
Ailoura clenches her fists as her eyes dart across the sands. So much for safety in numbers. She pauses, wiggling her foot for a moment. When did the sands get so rocky? Eyes shift down and she hops with a start. "Sorry!" Rouge foot.
Pure of Heart Egg leaps once more, this time forward before falling over and causing hundreds of cracks to form across the surface of it's shell.
Now That I'm Here Hatchling skitters from its place in the egg and makes its way up and down the line of candidates. It then stands before one of the male candidates named Wenceslas. The little hatchling lifts one of its front talons and points it directly at the young man. "Loraxth….ok. Well I'm sure we can find something to eat." With that Loraxth and Once'ler are led off the sands.
With a triumphant cry the Now That I'm Here Hatchling has found its lifemate at last and its color become clear.
| I Speak For the Trees Brown Hatchling |
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| This dragon's hide is a rusty orange brown in color. It applies uniformly over his entire frame, with the exception of around his muzzle and above his eye ridges, these are colored a bright shade of goldish yellow. This gives him the impression of having a full yellow moustache and big bushy eyebrows. He is smaller than most brown dragons. His legs are spindly and seem too small to carry even his small weight. He has a distinctly rounded look to him, making him look chubby. His wings are small and the sails are the same orangeish color that the rest of his hide sports. His tail is fat and quite short in keeping with his roundness. |
After a few moments the Weyrlingmaster leads the new pair off the sands.
Doktah peers in the dark at the latest impressed pair. Did she know that one? Impossible to say in the darkness. "Congratulations!" She then trails off with a cough to try to cover the fact that she has no idea what that fellow's name is.
Karmella hears the 'sorry' and glances over to Ailoura, her head tilting in confusion and her mouth may or may not have been hanging open at the sight of that impression. She closes it with a snap and coughs, shrugging. "
Kellanar gris at the others and turns towards the eggs, "I didn't think that it'd gp so fast, congrats!" He calls out as another dragon fnds its bonded.
Bovine Identification Egg is finally breached, talons bursting through the hand and shrimp on the shell and the shell simply crumbles under the assault from a dragon that immediately trumpets its squeaky, but heartfelt, annoyance at being so rudely constrained. This done it simply sits down, eyeing the world around it as it gets its bearings.
| This Promise of Bliss Hatchling |
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| Little and scrawny this hatchling is perhaps not much to look at. Easy to overlook regardless of the fact that it seems to have creeped its way into one of the deepest shadows. Angular haunches strive to drive it forwards, while the apparent pot belly and the fact the wings drag on the sands could be as much down to the sandy additions and gloomy shadows as to the actual form beneath. |
Pure of Heart Egg begins to roll forward down a small slope in the sands. There's a mad scratching sound from the inside before pieces of shell are suddenly flying everywhere and leaving no evidence of what prison once chained the small creature that has finally broken free.
| I Seal With a Kiss Hatchling |
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| Bits of eggshell cling to this creatures slight form. It's disproportionately large head seems difficult to lift at first, but after quite a few tries the hatchling does manage to do so. Incredibly slender arms and legs lead to much larger paws that give it strength. The dragonet can't quite claim to have any muscles, but its back arches strongly to tell of well-hidden strength. Perhaps more prominent than even the size of its head, mouth, or feet are the size of this dragon's eyes, which stare out curiously towards the candidates. |
There's Nothing to Fear Hatchling has found the candidates now, but it certainly won't approach them immediately. Instead the dragon stops several feet away to survey the 'offerings'. It already knows which one it wants, but where is that one with the white knot hiding. There's a slight rustling of the dragon's wings as it catches the scent of….that one. Without warning the creature is storming forward. Thankfully it manages to skid to a halt before bowling a young woman with mousy brown hair.
I Seal With a Kiss Hatchling is positively /delighted/ to be out of the egg. It gives it's tail a little shake and hops to the side before flaring its wings. So many body parts….who knew they existed?! Rather than looking at the candidates, it seems this little one is much more interested in testing out body parts.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the I Seal With a Kiss Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
| Just Blendin' In Green Hatchling |
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| Emerald green wraps around this dragon, coating it near evenly from tail to head. It's only around the mouth that the color seems to fade, melting into a bright chartreuse. The lighter tone accents this dragon's gigantic maw and disproportionately large head. Everything from the neck forward seems almost a bit too big for this creature's slender body to carry, but yet it does. Prominent eye ridges are embedded with tiny bumps that seem to re-create the look of human eyebrows without the actual utility. Bulging eyes swirl brightly, and combined with its naturally upturned mouth, this female seems to be constantly smiling. Perhaps the most unique feature of this darling green is her tail. It tapers quite beautifully, but rather than laying straight, the last few feet curl in upon themselves to make a rather adorable swirl. |
Ailoura may or may not have her mouth open as well, watching the hatchings coming and going with a quickness. She relaxes a bit, shifting from feet to feet.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the There's Nothing to Fear Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
| The Lady's Guardian Brown Hatchling |
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| Though large for a brown, this dragon can't quite claim the bulk that others of his color may. Instead he boasts a lean musculature that accents his handsomely proportioned frame. His true strength is veiled by a hide of deep chestnut. However the smooth surface takes on an almost mottled appearance as veins of espresso work their way from tail to torso. The color seeps down towards his legs, engulfing each paw in a near black hue against which sharp claws shine brightly. Each deadly point is covered in streaks of deep burgundy, as if they had been dipped in blood and then left to dry. But it is none of these features that draw awe. Like his dam and sire, it is this dragon's wings that truly command attention. Against a near-translucent beige background rests a reddish-brown lacework. The hues look vastly different at every angle. What sometimes seems like auburn can other times appear as burgundy, burnt umber, or sienna. But no matter what the shade, there is an unmistakable metallic gleam to the intricate patterns that sprawl across these sails. And yet this dragon is not without peculiarities. Pointed head-knobs slope down to angular ridges from which large, opalescent eyes look out. They shimmer constantly with iridescence, still displaying this dragon's emotions with color, but also making it easier to hide said feelings. |
Ailoura jerks to a start as she's almost run over by a rouge hatching but when it comes to a halt before her, she can only continue to stand there and stare in awe. Her hand shakily reaches out, touching the brown hatchling's nose before wrapping both of her arms around the head of her new lifemate. "Obarath! Yes! Let's get some food." She glances up, and with direction, makes her way off the sands.
This Promise of Bliss Hatchling lets out a squeaky sound of determination, squares its shoulders, and gets to its feet. Wings… check. Tail… check. One foot lifts to claw at a shard of eggshell that remains on its headknobs before it turns away from the candidates and makes its way through the eggs towards Fuerioth and Sindrieth intent on investigating them first.
Kaylis is almost getting the hang of this now. Rush out, collect a weyrling, rush back, rinse, repeat. Not that hard! Unless you manage to trip over your own feet but at least it's dark and nobody noticed this time. Hopefully. "Congratulations. Just over here and we'll get food for your Obarath."
Kellanar blinks as suddenly a head is pressing at his stomach, eyes widening ever so slightly. "Of course you found me, Zeleth! I've been here the whole time!"
Karmella just managed to move out of the way when the hatchling approached and her safety in numbers is dwindling more and more. "Congrats, Ailoura!," she calls, returning her gaze to the sands. It's the best she can do for now. No getting run over!
Doktah smiles. There's an impressee whose name she knows. "Congratulations, Ailoura!" She looks back to the remaining hatchlings wandering the sands. "Not too many left now…" Does she mean the dragons, or candidates she knows?
This Promise of Bliss Hatchling backs away from its parents, turning around quickly and hurrying in the right direction — towards the candidates. A little away from the line of white is slows down, creeping forward as it looks at them all. Assessing. Judging. Thinking. It draws to a stop, still there, still watching, and only the occasional flicker of an eye to remind people that its there at all.
Karmella sidles over to Doktah and she glances around some more. "Not too many at all. Is it always like this?"
Doktah looks over at Karmella and shakes her head a little. "No. Usually it's better lit." She replies glumly, peering at the dark again. Is one of them getting closer?
Kaylis barely makes it back in time to collect Kellanar, bu she's there and ready to user him and his Zeleth along with a cheery, if slightly out of breath, "Congratulations. This way."
This Promise of Bliss Hatchling is still there, though you would be forgiven for thinking it had vanished entirely so good has it been at blending in and just… being there. All of a sudden it rushes forwards, determination in every step that it takes and a definite knowing of how things are supposed to be. She's the one. That girl with the dark brown hair. Its head lifts, eyes whirling, and Impression is made even before it glides to a stop on a wave of sand.
With a triumphant cry it seems that the This Promise of Bliss Hatchling has found its partner at last and impression is made!
| Land Under Wave Blue Hatchling |
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| The icy hues of a winter's sky form the base for this scrawny little dragon's colouring, but also provide the first part of his mystery. Is that the main colour or should that title be given to the whorls of navy that twist and dance over his form? This darker shade first appears as a spot on the tip of his pointed chin before sweeping up in ever more elaborate patternings that only grow in complexity as they kiss exaggerated eyeridges and sweep down his throat. Angular haunches and a tiny pot belly are not spared from this onslaught, the navy streaking here and there and eventually claiming dominance over tiny feet tipped with steel-blue talons. His wings are an oddity, the sails almost too large for his form, but here at least the colour is pure sky blue tipped only by the faintest hint of snowy white along the wingspars. His headknobs, however, are perhaps his more striking feature — large and oddly flattened they shade through purple, crowning his head with a cap that is almost red. |
Doktah is silent for a long moment after the little hatchling stops in front of her. Does she even remember to breathe? When she comes back to reality a little, she smiles wide and takes an unsteady step forward to put her arm around her new lifemate. "Nyath? What a lovely name… oh, you must be so hungry. Come along, this way…" And off they go, weyrlingmaster-wards.
Kaylis doesn't even bother getting back to her allocated position this time. "Congratulations. This way. Come on." The more dragons she moves from the sands, the more out of breah she gets. But at least she's still smiling. For now.
Karmella watches in awe as more hatchings meet their lifemates and soon, there isn't much movement out there left at all. She relaxes a bit, shoulders sagging and she peers over to the weyrlings with a grin. She'll see them again in time.
With the last of the hatchlings Impressed and the new weyrlings escorted off the sands there seem to be just a few remaining. And apparently, this is where Reya comes in. "Thank you all for attending and joining us during this time. unfortunately, not every one was able to find their life mate today but this is just the beginning and I'm sure that all of you have something wonderful waiting for you later down the road. Every one here is welcome to join us for the feast afterwards, which will be held on the beach." The beach of all places! "Congratulations again to our new weyrlings!" And thus close the curtains of this hatching.