15.Aug.14, 07:34 PM
The first five dragons had hatched with some speed, relatively one after the other. But it seemed like the next few were going to take their sweet time. The next to make an appearance was a Green who, after some struggling, managed to shatter her shell and free her limbs. A cute little thing to be sure. While she became fascinated with one of the rocking eggs Firah took the moment to crouch. His leg was now fully asleep. Using his fingers to dig in to the muscle he attempted to get the blood flowing again. It was fortunate that the length of time between hatchings was a long one as it took most of it to wiggle feeling back into his leg. He was finally able to put weight on it comfortably when the next dragon sprung from his shell with a victorious squeal.
A Blue. Shifting so he could see past one of the taller candidates Firah couldn't help but admire the young male. His color was vibrant even for a hatchling. At least, some of him was. The brightness seemed contained to mostly his rump, tail, and wings. Firah wondered if the rest of the male would catch up with the vibrant blue or if the darker patches would stay dark. In the lessons he managed to stay awake in he remembered something about the hatchlings having slightly different colors at birth than they would have upon adulthood. Not that it was an unusual concept in animals, it helped camouflage them against potential predators, but he had to wonder why the Dragons had something like that.
He shrugged. That would probably be addressed in Weyrling training. If he ever got there that is. If he didn't, well he could probably ask someone like B'jin to explain it to him again. Quietly he watched the Blue weave among the candidates in his search to find his Mindmate. The Green had already Impressed and once the Blue did so as well they'd have to wait for the next wave of hatchlings to make their rounds. Returning his gaze out to the unhatched eggs Firah tried to guess which one would be the next to hatch.
A Blue. Shifting so he could see past one of the taller candidates Firah couldn't help but admire the young male. His color was vibrant even for a hatchling. At least, some of him was. The brightness seemed contained to mostly his rump, tail, and wings. Firah wondered if the rest of the male would catch up with the vibrant blue or if the darker patches would stay dark. In the lessons he managed to stay awake in he remembered something about the hatchlings having slightly different colors at birth than they would have upon adulthood. Not that it was an unusual concept in animals, it helped camouflage them against potential predators, but he had to wonder why the Dragons had something like that.
He shrugged. That would probably be addressed in Weyrling training. If he ever got there that is. If he didn't, well he could probably ask someone like B'jin to explain it to him again. Quietly he watched the Blue weave among the candidates in his search to find his Mindmate. The Green had already Impressed and once the Blue did so as well they'd have to wait for the next wave of hatchlings to make their rounds. Returning his gaze out to the unhatched eggs Firah tried to guess which one would be the next to hatch.