24.Jul.14, 07:04 PM
The first of the hatchlings to grace the world was a Bronze. A mean, vicious looking one but a Bronze nevertheless. Historically if one hatched first it meant good luck for the rest of the clutch though he had never really put any belief into the idea. Lifting a hand from his chest to his face Firah rubbed at the closely shaven stubble on his chin. He winced with empathy as a boy was all but tackled to the ground by the Bronze as he attempted to assist the Green he'd been bullying. Of course he had never been mauled by a Dragon but he knew what it was like to be attacked by animals. The thought had him subconsciously rubbing the tail end of his scar. He hoped that the GreenWeyrling would heal well enough to still be able to preform the duties he'd be assigned. For some, it would be the end of the world if they could not become a full rider just after having Impressed.
When the Bronze was reigned in and the injured Weyrling had been looked after the Beastcrafter turned Candidate switched his attention onto the others who had spilled out onto the sands. Blue, Green and... He shifted slightly trying to see past the boy who had foolishly brought his new mindmate through the sands. Blue? Yes, Blue. It looked well enough despite being temporarily flattened like a corncake. Spirited too. He watched as the Green and Blue fought among themselves though he quickly lost interest. They'd sort it out or an older dragon would sort it out for them.
What he was more worried about was anything that moved in his immediate vicinity. If he had a choice he'd rather not end up like the GreenWeyrling. Letting his hand drop back to his chest as he shuffled his arms slightly, Firah shifted his weight slightly. His leg was falling asleep and standing around wasn't helping at all. Rotating his ankle in an attempt to get the blood circulating again he made sure to keep an eye out for any wayward hatchling. Being caught unaware would be embarrassing at the very least, if not deadly.
When the Bronze was reigned in and the injured Weyrling had been looked after the Beastcrafter turned Candidate switched his attention onto the others who had spilled out onto the sands. Blue, Green and... He shifted slightly trying to see past the boy who had foolishly brought his new mindmate through the sands. Blue? Yes, Blue. It looked well enough despite being temporarily flattened like a corncake. Spirited too. He watched as the Green and Blue fought among themselves though he quickly lost interest. They'd sort it out or an older dragon would sort it out for them.
What he was more worried about was anything that moved in his immediate vicinity. If he had a choice he'd rather not end up like the GreenWeyrling. Letting his hand drop back to his chest as he shuffled his arms slightly, Firah shifted his weight slightly. His leg was falling asleep and standing around wasn't helping at all. Rotating his ankle in an attempt to get the blood circulating again he made sure to keep an eye out for any wayward hatchling. Being caught unaware would be embarrassing at the very least, if not deadly.