Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
24.Jul.14, 01:35 PM
There were so many things that Sezmidae had never expected to learn, and so very many things he had never expected to ever see; a large part of that was obviously the dragons and all that they entailed, but the firelizards went along with that, too. He hadn’t managed to secure a firelizard egg for himself, and with the Hatching so close, he wasn’t willing to pick one up now – not if there were a chance he could Impress an actual dragon at some point in the upcoming days! A firelizard could be very useful, but Sezmidae was by and large far more interested in the dragons themselves!
The flying and the oiling and the bathing were all marvellous, and Sezmidae had found a niche in life that he truly wished he had been born into. Even the sticky southern heat could be bearable, when one was soaking wet and trying to wash a dragon, or flying through the air faster than Sezmidae had ever known anything could move. He had never experienced anything as magnificent as flying on a dragon, and honestly, could not imagine having to go through his life, now, without one. So, when the sound of humming interrupted the exuberant bathing of large and small dragons, Sezmidae stopped, and stared, before throwing his hands into the air with a whoop of delight.
Tiatiath had to send him back to the baths twice before he finally stopped and took his time with washing himself, grinning sheepishly at the older Candidates that had laughed at him as they took their leisurely time. One of them had been kind enough to let him know that the eggs would probably take a couple of hours before they actually started to break shell and that Tiataith would let them all on the sands without a fuss if they were that close to Hatching. Sezmidae relaxed (a tiny bit) after that, but was still bouncing with excited enthusiasm when he finally scrambled past the laughing green dragon, his robes fluttering around his legs and his hair still dripping wet.
Carefully skirting the grumpy looking parent dragons and taking his place as indicated by the Weyrlingmaster, Sezmidae peered around curiously at his fellows, waving exuberantly at the few he was better friends with. His gaze then shifted from the rocking eggs, to the Weyrfolk that were gathering, with dragons being used for seating arrangements. He spotted the girl with the awful scarring with a couple of guys and what looked like half the Weyr’s blues (and a stray bronze?) but quickly looked away less he be caught staring and get hit – he’d heard she broke one of the other rider’s noses! He was not sure if it were true or not, but he supposed a girl that rode a boy’s dragon and had her face that screwed up couldn’t be a flower petal, could she? His mother had always said that girls should be respected because they did a lot more work than was first seen.
Having seen the state of his father’s room after his mother died, Sezmidae definitely agreed; he had never realised how much cleaning she did in the house until no one was doing it!
Shaking his head, Sezmidae refocused on the eggs just in time for one of them to finally split. Really, it had felt like no time at all had passed, though it had truly been almost an hour since the dragons first began to hum before that eggshell fell away. Wide eyes watched with fascination as the first dragonet made a show of falling out of the egg, and was not the only one who gave an oooh of surprise and delight asBronze001 fell out of the Iridescent egg, and lifted himself quite slowly and purposefully onto his feet. Nasty looking red eyes peered around at the gathering, and Sezmidae wasn’t sure, but he thought he wasn’t the only one that seemed to step back and withdraw in on himself. The dragonet looked awfully mean, and the boy wasn’t interested in becoming dragonet fodder!
As the bronze began to stroll across the Sands, heading vaguely in the direction not directly towards Sezmidae, two other eggs seemed to give way to the contents within them, with a littleGreen001 falling out like a proper little princess. With her nose tilted towards her chest as she peered around at the world coyly, Blue001 face planted heavily, and proceeded to have a coughing fit, spitting sand in every direction as he attempted to find the required breath to breathe.
Sezmidae watched in awe as a young man took the initiative and sprang forward, falling to his knees in order to assist the young blue up, and using his hands to wipe sand away from the poor creatures nostrils. His efforts were rewarded with a lick, and a nuzzle, that had the boy laughing. Sezmidae gave a cheer, clapping delightedly as the Impression was clearly made and the two began to move off towards the very excited L’tai and Tiatiath; Sezmidae hoped he Impressed – they were truly a fun set of educators and he could only imagine that Weyrlinghood would be a blast under their tutelage.
Sezmidae’s head whipped around as a sudden sound from the crowd – half shriek and half hushed terror – echoed through the Hatching Grounds, his dark eyes widening in horror as the bronze dragonet slapped the green around the face, sending her tumbling, creeling in distress. The moment one of the young men swayed forward, as if to take a step to go to her, the bronze pounced, snarling and slashing the young man over the chest, his back claws digging into the bare thighs. Sezmidae’s head spun as he realised that the sudden additional colour was blood and he flailed mentally, too horrified to move. Would the young man die?
The question many had was answered, however, when a strong voice rang out and the dragonet seemed to pause, before sauntering off the heavily injured Candidate, to peer up at the one who (in Sezmidae’s opinion) was unlucky enough to have such a horrible creature as a life mate. There was no way being a bronzerider could ever justify being mind-buddies with something that took such clear pleasure in tormenting someone else.
As the bronze smugly went off to stand by his human, the little green creeled in horrified apology for the injuries the other boy had obtained for trying to protect her, her little nose reaching out to brush against his cheek as she skirted the healers who were attending him. The bond was clearly made there, too, and Sezmidae wondered if the circumstance in which their bond had been born would affect the relationship the pair would have for the rest of their life. He’d heard stories, of course, during lessons about how some riders and their dragons had amazingly strong bonds, how some seemed to confuse their fellows on a daily basis about why they were bonded at all. But, mostly, it seemed that people fit into the middle ground of being solemates, without being exemplary.
Sezmidae hoped he would be exemplary (and he liked that word, it sounded cool) and blow people away with the amazing bond he would have with his dragon! They would have to create a whole new word, for how brilliant he and his dragon would be! It would be beyond anything anyone had ever imagined before, and – Sezmidae gasped and was drawn out of his thoughts as another egg Hatched, spilling out anotherGreen002 , this one quite a bit bigger than her predecessor, and Sezmidae gave an appreciative nod as she very literally flounced across the sands, reminding him very much of Tiatiath, to curl around the legs of one dazed looking young man.
As the pair set off through the centre of the Hatchign Sands, instead of around the event like they had been told, Sezmidae barely refrained from raising his hands so that he wouldn’t have to watch. No one had said why they were to go around, but the youngster assumed it had something to do with getting eaten by the gold (or her grumpy mate) – so he was rather shocked when the dragonet tripped over her own too long limbs, and went sprawling, taking her young rider-to-be with her… who landed with a crash and a crunch right on top of an egg. Sezmidae gawked in horror.
There was a symphony of shrieking, so much so that he had no idea from whom the sound was coming! There was a loud roaring noise that was either the blood pounding in his ears, the gold, or the bronze, or someone – there was the shriek of the little green who was scrabbling to stand up. There was the horrified sound of the young man’s heavy breathing as he tried to find his feet, and there was the sight of what looked like a squishedBlue002 under him, wriggling and squealing for freedom.
On the one hand, Sezmidae was amused, but mostly that was because it was apparent that the little blue dragon was quite fine, as he finally gained his freedom and started screeching and hissing at the young man, who was defended by his screeching and hissing green dragonet who had her wings puffed up and her eyes that hot bright red that Sezmidae had learned early was not a good sign. When the Candidate that was her lifemate stepped forward, Sezmidae was relieved, though it didn’t put a stop to the bitching – that took Tiataith’s intervention.
Okay – some babies will be assigned to a character, but all Impressions will be done as open ended as possible, so if you really like something and you want that baby for your character, please feel free to grab it, just do make a note in your post so I can edit the Hatching tag!
Hatchling images do not have to be an indication of what they’ll look like when they grow up. I’ll be making a heap of adult images for people to pick through when the Hatching is done, so you’ll be able to choose how the adult dragon looks.
This Hatching is far more for the fun of "yay I got a green~" than that green actually coming with anything more than a picture, and sometimes a name XD I hope you'll enjoy it none the less!
Hatching Order:Bronze001 , Green001 , Blue001 , Green002 , Blue002
Impression Order:Blue001 , Bronze001 , Green001 , Green002 , Blue002
The flying and the oiling and the bathing were all marvellous, and Sezmidae had found a niche in life that he truly wished he had been born into. Even the sticky southern heat could be bearable, when one was soaking wet and trying to wash a dragon, or flying through the air faster than Sezmidae had ever known anything could move. He had never experienced anything as magnificent as flying on a dragon, and honestly, could not imagine having to go through his life, now, without one. So, when the sound of humming interrupted the exuberant bathing of large and small dragons, Sezmidae stopped, and stared, before throwing his hands into the air with a whoop of delight.
Tiatiath had to send him back to the baths twice before he finally stopped and took his time with washing himself, grinning sheepishly at the older Candidates that had laughed at him as they took their leisurely time. One of them had been kind enough to let him know that the eggs would probably take a couple of hours before they actually started to break shell and that Tiataith would let them all on the sands without a fuss if they were that close to Hatching. Sezmidae relaxed (a tiny bit) after that, but was still bouncing with excited enthusiasm when he finally scrambled past the laughing green dragon, his robes fluttering around his legs and his hair still dripping wet.
Carefully skirting the grumpy looking parent dragons and taking his place as indicated by the Weyrlingmaster, Sezmidae peered around curiously at his fellows, waving exuberantly at the few he was better friends with. His gaze then shifted from the rocking eggs, to the Weyrfolk that were gathering, with dragons being used for seating arrangements. He spotted the girl with the awful scarring with a couple of guys and what looked like half the Weyr’s blues (and a stray bronze?) but quickly looked away less he be caught staring and get hit – he’d heard she broke one of the other rider’s noses! He was not sure if it were true or not, but he supposed a girl that rode a boy’s dragon and had her face that screwed up couldn’t be a flower petal, could she? His mother had always said that girls should be respected because they did a lot more work than was first seen.
Having seen the state of his father’s room after his mother died, Sezmidae definitely agreed; he had never realised how much cleaning she did in the house until no one was doing it!
Shaking his head, Sezmidae refocused on the eggs just in time for one of them to finally split. Really, it had felt like no time at all had passed, though it had truly been almost an hour since the dragons first began to hum before that eggshell fell away. Wide eyes watched with fascination as the first dragonet made a show of falling out of the egg, and was not the only one who gave an oooh of surprise and delight as
As the bronze began to stroll across the Sands, heading vaguely in the direction not directly towards Sezmidae, two other eggs seemed to give way to the contents within them, with a little
Sezmidae watched in awe as a young man took the initiative and sprang forward, falling to his knees in order to assist the young blue up, and using his hands to wipe sand away from the poor creatures nostrils. His efforts were rewarded with a lick, and a nuzzle, that had the boy laughing. Sezmidae gave a cheer, clapping delightedly as the Impression was clearly made and the two began to move off towards the very excited L’tai and Tiatiath; Sezmidae hoped he Impressed – they were truly a fun set of educators and he could only imagine that Weyrlinghood would be a blast under their tutelage.
Sezmidae’s head whipped around as a sudden sound from the crowd – half shriek and half hushed terror – echoed through the Hatching Grounds, his dark eyes widening in horror as the bronze dragonet slapped the green around the face, sending her tumbling, creeling in distress. The moment one of the young men swayed forward, as if to take a step to go to her, the bronze pounced, snarling and slashing the young man over the chest, his back claws digging into the bare thighs. Sezmidae’s head spun as he realised that the sudden additional colour was blood and he flailed mentally, too horrified to move. Would the young man die?
The question many had was answered, however, when a strong voice rang out and the dragonet seemed to pause, before sauntering off the heavily injured Candidate, to peer up at the one who (in Sezmidae’s opinion) was unlucky enough to have such a horrible creature as a life mate. There was no way being a bronzerider could ever justify being mind-buddies with something that took such clear pleasure in tormenting someone else.
As the bronze smugly went off to stand by his human, the little green creeled in horrified apology for the injuries the other boy had obtained for trying to protect her, her little nose reaching out to brush against his cheek as she skirted the healers who were attending him. The bond was clearly made there, too, and Sezmidae wondered if the circumstance in which their bond had been born would affect the relationship the pair would have for the rest of their life. He’d heard stories, of course, during lessons about how some riders and their dragons had amazingly strong bonds, how some seemed to confuse their fellows on a daily basis about why they were bonded at all. But, mostly, it seemed that people fit into the middle ground of being solemates, without being exemplary.
Sezmidae hoped he would be exemplary (and he liked that word, it sounded cool) and blow people away with the amazing bond he would have with his dragon! They would have to create a whole new word, for how brilliant he and his dragon would be! It would be beyond anything anyone had ever imagined before, and – Sezmidae gasped and was drawn out of his thoughts as another egg Hatched, spilling out another
As the pair set off through the centre of the Hatchign Sands, instead of around the event like they had been told, Sezmidae barely refrained from raising his hands so that he wouldn’t have to watch. No one had said why they were to go around, but the youngster assumed it had something to do with getting eaten by the gold (or her grumpy mate) – so he was rather shocked when the dragonet tripped over her own too long limbs, and went sprawling, taking her young rider-to-be with her… who landed with a crash and a crunch right on top of an egg. Sezmidae gawked in horror.
There was a symphony of shrieking, so much so that he had no idea from whom the sound was coming! There was a loud roaring noise that was either the blood pounding in his ears, the gold, or the bronze, or someone – there was the shriek of the little green who was scrabbling to stand up. There was the horrified sound of the young man’s heavy breathing as he tried to find his feet, and there was the sight of what looked like a squished
On the one hand, Sezmidae was amused, but mostly that was because it was apparent that the little blue dragon was quite fine, as he finally gained his freedom and started screeching and hissing at the young man, who was defended by his screeching and hissing green dragonet who had her wings puffed up and her eyes that hot bright red that Sezmidae had learned early was not a good sign. When the Candidate that was her lifemate stepped forward, Sezmidae was relieved, though it didn’t put a stop to the bitching – that took Tiataith’s intervention.
Okay – some babies will be assigned to a character, but all Impressions will be done as open ended as possible, so if you really like something and you want that baby for your character, please feel free to grab it, just do make a note in your post so I can edit the Hatching tag!
Hatchling images do not have to be an indication of what they’ll look like when they grow up. I’ll be making a heap of adult images for people to pick through when the Hatching is done, so you’ll be able to choose how the adult dragon looks.
This Hatching is far more for the fun of "yay I got a green~" than that green actually coming with anything more than a picture, and sometimes a name XD I hope you'll enjoy it none the less!
Hatching Order:
Impression Order:
![[Image: Blue001_zps21267b12.png]](http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a598/SPWeyr/CLUTCHES/Bright%20Lights%20235%20AL/Blue001_zps21267b12.png)
– Humble![[Image: Bronze001_zpsd25507d1.png]](http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a598/SPWeyr/CLUTCHES/Bright%20Lights%20235%20AL/Bronze001_zpsd25507d1.png)
– Manipulative Sirbuth, to Jesazek. His name is literally 'Hubris' backwards, which means "excessive pride or self-confidence." which we thought would make a very amusing pair up with Jesazek.![[Image: Green001_zpsa3de0568.png]](http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a598/SPWeyr/CLUTCHES/Bright%20Lights%20235%20AL/Green001_zpsa3de0568.png)
– Coy; smaller sized green baby.![[Image: Green002_zpsd1c9444f.png]](http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a598/SPWeyr/CLUTCHES/Bright%20Lights%20235%20AL/Green002_zpsd1c9444f.png)
– Vivacious; normal/larger sized green![[Image: Blue002_zps691d9cb5.png]](http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a598/SPWeyr/CLUTCHES/Bright%20Lights%20235%20AL/Blue002_zps691d9cb5.png)
– Obnoxious
