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15.Jan.14, 12:27 PM
R’nya may not have been grinning, but any of his girls that knew him, would have been able to read the pure joy radiating from the stoic bronzerider as he watched the first of the eggs finally hatch, chatting lowly to Rhaedalyn between appearances: reassuring, teasing, delighting in the appearance of each new little baby. He could feel Xyreith’s pride, as the bronze dragon glowed happily, sitting proudly next to Aradissicath and occasionally poking her with a claw, just to make sure she did not become too wrapped up in her own possessive emotions about her babies hatching and leaving her. They could not stay eggs forever!
There was a mild concern about the number of green that were making themselves present, however, but nothing too bad just yet. There were many eggs yet to hatch and Xyreith had some understanding of the ratios to expect; at least half the clutch would, technically be half green. He was both amused and slightly disgusted by the memory that flickered across the surface of R’nya’s mind, that Aradissicath had come from an all-green clutch. The great bronze wasn’t quite sure how to form a comeback to that, but settled on making a snide comment about it being Saquith’s fault; useless brown.
The lull included more mild talking, and several cheerful quips from Xyreith about his offspring and the young men they were choosing to Impress. There were not many girls on the sands – there never was – but it seemed as if the dragonets could sense the will of the Weyr, and were avoiding Impressing the women in exchange for the steady and acceptable bonding to a boy. It was, perhaps, better that way and R’nya watched as another egg started to wobble, pointing it out gently to Rhaedalyn who looked as if her attention were elsewhere for a few moments. Probably, Aradissicath was complaining!
The Stargaze egg was the first to take up the call to arms once more, toppling over sideways and rolling in a half circle, before bumping gently into the Visionary egg, the pair of them rocking quickly and with a shake and a shudder, Stargaze managed to finally escape his shell. TheStargaze dragonet toppled out of his crumpling shell with a mew and a startled little yip, landing heavily on his nose. Brown wings flailed, slapping unintentionally against the Visionary egg, which chittered its protest from inside the shell, and finally, managed to crack open a hole where its head was. A brown nose stuck through and Visionary squawked in surprised pain when Stargaze whopped him on the muzzle with a flailing wing.
Finally managing to collect himself,Stargaze stumbled a little, and then found his balance with wide blinking eyes and sand very clearly stuck to the inside of his nostrils. He snorted, heavily, and snotty sand went flying as he licked his muzzle… only to gag and cough when sand was crunched between teeth. Whining piteiously, the Stargaze dragonet tottered for several steps, before gaining more confidence in his balance, and more distraught at the sand in his mouth, and trotted over to a young man and started to wipe his snotty, spittle coated muzzle all over his robes. The rainbow of eye colours indicated Impression, and the laughter and exasperation on the young man’s voice could clearly be heard.
WhileVisionary was still trying to determine if it were safe to finish Hatching, the Reverie egg began to shift roughly, the little one within clearly deciding that now was more than soon enough to break free and greet the world. R’nya’s gaze shifted avidly between the two eggs, before trying to take in the third – the Dreamer coming to life on the other side of the clutch and Xyreith gave a soft laughing rumble behind his hum. Too many directions to be looking in for his poor, excited rider!
Visionary did indeed make it out of his shell before the other’s took too seriously to such a thing, and R’nya couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride at seeing a second brown join the group, and a healthy looking little fellow he was, too! The snide comment Xyreith threw in there, mocking R’nya for expecting him to sire anything else, was ignored after the man rolled his eyes just slightly – he was much more interested in keeping watch of the little tykes!
AsVisionary seemed to beeline directly for the human he was interested in (unfortunately knocking over another boy that got in the way and scratching up his things in frustration and irritation) the Reverie egg was finally bested by the dragonet within. The little green scrambled free of a mostly whole shell, toppling it over and slithering free with a happy chitter of success. Pulling herself to her feet, the Reverie dragonet peered around with interest, and pranced around the outskirts of the candidates, taking the chance to pause at several intervals. She tripped, occasionally, but seemed completely at ease with her lack of balance and grace, as she finally found her mate in the form of a terrified looking young man who burst into tears upon Impression.
I’d cry too, if I Impressed a green, even one of mine. R’nya shot his dragon a dry sideways look and shook his head, quirking a half smirk at Rhaedalyn but not bothering to explain the snide words his dragon had given life to as the Dreamer egg suddenly (and almost literally!) exploded! The dragonet apparently having flung out all his limbs at once to throw egg shells in every direction and have him posing in the most bizarre stance before toppling to the ground in an ungainly heap. R’nya barely resisted the urge to laugh, eyebrows arching up and lips forming a flat line that was fuelled by his amusement. What an extraordinarily amusing entrance that had been!
That one is all Dissi, Xyreith quipped, and R’nya snorted softly under his breath and winked at Rhaedalyn before repeating what it was Xyreith had said, albeit in his own words, as he usually did. As he was filling Rhaedalyn in on whose fault it was that the Dreamer dragonet was so exuberant, the little fellow was clearly strutting his stuff as he marched across the length of the sands to look up at Ryvian with – for all intents and purposes – an arched eyebrow and an expression of ‘oh really’ before sniffing disdainfully and strutting away.
AsDreamer passed by Firah without so much as a glance to Impress to a boy not three paces away, the Imagination egg, and nearby sibling the Mirage egg both decided that it was now that they would bring themselves into the world. A little green toppled free first, shaking off pieces of eggshell with flicks of her wing and disdainful expressions as she turned to sniff at her wingtip, only to lose her balance and topple sideways into the Mirage egg. Unlike a mirage, however, the egg was very much there. Imagination struggled to her feet and sniffed the egg, squeaking and bouncing backwards in surprise when a sudden foot was shoved through and kicked her in the nose.
How impolite! Huffing with outrage, theImagination dragonet crept forward again, and when the foot again appeared, she swiped at it like a playful feline, batting it with a paw and unintentionally clawing a streak of cuts into the little foot. The youngster within shrieked in pained outrage, and the Imagination dragonet gave a return squawk before flouncing away with her nose in the air, glancing for a moment towards the women surrounding the gold egg, she paused and seemed to consider them very seriously, before turning away and twining herself against the legs of a startled young man.
Unhappy, and finding that pain was not a manner in whichMirage wished to meet the big world beyond his shell, the youngster within reluctantly kicked his way free, tumbling through the sands to stop just shy of hitting the Believe egg. Climbing to his feet with great care, it was quite clear that the young fellow was heavily favouring his hind right leg, and green ichor stained the sands as he held it tentatively above the sands, balancing precariously. His worried gaze looked around, before finally spotting the one that would be his, for always, and mewed pitifully. Xyreith gave a disgruntled snort; what kind of bronze whined about a bit of a scratch?!
While the young man helped his little bonded move off the sands to be looked at and fed, the Believe egg had found its way free, and theBelieve hatchling looked around curiously. Such a big world! Squealing in excitement, he bounced on the spot several times, eyes flashing with bright and unapologetic joy at the simple fact that he’d been born. Prancing with high steps and happy cooing noises, the little fellow aimed directly for Firah, chittering at him joyfully as he did a circle around the boy, before stopping his prance quite unexpectedly. His head tilted, and he gave a long, soft sigh of utter amazement. Eyes swirled rainbow as a youngster on the far other side of the Sands gawked in amazement.
Clearly – and understandably – anxious to be with his dragonet, the young man pushed past his companions and dashed across the sands – unintentionally, and unfortunately, giving the Daydreamer egg a solid kick and sending it flying a good foot above the air towards the Manifestation egg. While the new blue weyrling stood stuck somewhere between frozen terror and shaking uncontrollably and expecting to be eaten alive at any moment, the two eggs smashed together, and inelegantly dumped a pair of green dragonets onto the hot sands.
As soon as the two girls dizzily picked themselves up, the youngster took one horrified glance towards the clutch parents and their riders, before fleeing like Thread itself were about to fall upon him to his dragonet. When he had reached him, he began shoving the little beast off the sands, attempting twice to pick up the solid little blue before giving up and simply eyeing off Aradissicath every other second. He couldn’t die, not now, not when he’d Impressed!
Daydreamer was less than thrilled with her flying entrance into the world, the young dragon clearly still very dizzy as she stumbled around with little chirping noises of distress. By her side, the Manifestation shook her head a couple of times before snorting sand out of her nose and began to beeline for the candidates furthest from anyone, a lone boy that looked as if he’d never lived a happy day in his life. Well, she would certainly change that!
Disinclined to be outdone, or be the last of the batch to Impress, theDaydreamer did a circle, eyeing off each of those around the sands, before finding the one she wanted – a young man just barely to the right of Ryvian. The little green crooned her delight as she bound through the hot sands towards him, kicking up clouds of the stuff as she went, and managing in the process to completely blind the Manifestation dragon. Her sister gave a squeal of displeasure and was forced to stop so her future bonded could come to her, and clean her poor eyes off before leading her towards food and their life together.
R’nya, finding the entire process far more amusing than worrying (though, if he took the time to think about it, was slightly sorry for the Weyrlingmaster that got stuck with the kids) had leaned over to press a delighted kiss to Rhaedalyn’s cheek before striding over to Xyreith and giving his nose a gentle hug. The man was mumbling under his breath, clearly thrilled with the arrival of yet more browns – but most importantly – a bronze… even if it were a rather pathetically natured one, if his sulking over a scratched foot were any indication.
Xyreith snorted again.Aradissicath must have stolen that egg from another gold. R’nya choked, swallowing the desire to laugh with some effort.
There was a mild concern about the number of green that were making themselves present, however, but nothing too bad just yet. There were many eggs yet to hatch and Xyreith had some understanding of the ratios to expect; at least half the clutch would, technically be half green. He was both amused and slightly disgusted by the memory that flickered across the surface of R’nya’s mind, that Aradissicath had come from an all-green clutch. The great bronze wasn’t quite sure how to form a comeback to that, but settled on making a snide comment about it being Saquith’s fault; useless brown.
The lull included more mild talking, and several cheerful quips from Xyreith about his offspring and the young men they were choosing to Impress. There were not many girls on the sands – there never was – but it seemed as if the dragonets could sense the will of the Weyr, and were avoiding Impressing the women in exchange for the steady and acceptable bonding to a boy. It was, perhaps, better that way and R’nya watched as another egg started to wobble, pointing it out gently to Rhaedalyn who looked as if her attention were elsewhere for a few moments. Probably, Aradissicath was complaining!
The Stargaze egg was the first to take up the call to arms once more, toppling over sideways and rolling in a half circle, before bumping gently into the Visionary egg, the pair of them rocking quickly and with a shake and a shudder, Stargaze managed to finally escape his shell. The
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How impolite! Huffing with outrage, the
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While the young man helped his little bonded move off the sands to be looked at and fed, the Believe egg had found its way free, and the
Clearly – and understandably – anxious to be with his dragonet, the young man pushed past his companions and dashed across the sands – unintentionally, and unfortunately, giving the Daydreamer egg a solid kick and sending it flying a good foot above the air towards the Manifestation egg. While the new blue weyrling stood stuck somewhere between frozen terror and shaking uncontrollably and expecting to be eaten alive at any moment, the two eggs smashed together, and inelegantly dumped a pair of green dragonets onto the hot sands.
As soon as the two girls dizzily picked themselves up, the youngster took one horrified glance towards the clutch parents and their riders, before fleeing like Thread itself were about to fall upon him to his dragonet. When he had reached him, he began shoving the little beast off the sands, attempting twice to pick up the solid little blue before giving up and simply eyeing off Aradissicath every other second. He couldn’t die, not now, not when he’d Impressed!
Disinclined to be outdone, or be the last of the batch to Impress, the
R’nya, finding the entire process far more amusing than worrying (though, if he took the time to think about it, was slightly sorry for the Weyrlingmaster that got stuck with the kids) had leaned over to press a delighted kiss to Rhaedalyn’s cheek before striding over to Xyreith and giving his nose a gentle hug. The man was mumbling under his breath, clearly thrilled with the arrival of yet more browns – but most importantly – a bronze… even if it were a rather pathetically natured one, if his sulking over a scratched foot were any indication.
Xyreith snorted again.
