01.Aug.14, 12:59 PM
Indivara trembled, from head to foot, as she clung to V’ler. The girl had been frozen from the moment the bronze dragonet had cracked his shell. At first, it was just her fear tickling against the edges of her mind and forcing the girl to lift her chin proudly where she was sitting casually on Venseth’s leg, twirling a charcoal stick she had stolen off V’ler and throwing playful quips at R’vi. When that red-eyed gaze had trailed over the crowd, Indivara had not even been aware of dropping the charcoal, or the way Venseth shifted uncomfortably and was poking at her mind with mild worry, confused by her sudden fear. When he had thrown himself at the candidate, Indivara had whimpered softly, though she did not hear the sound herself, and then she was wrapped up in warmth and safety.
Venseth swayed anxiously as he stood up, moving forward just enough to make sure that nothing would be able to reach Indivara while he tried valiantly to get through the clouding uncertainty of fear. Indivara so rarely feared, and the young dragon had never been subjected to such terrible and consuming fear that he was having trouble finding the girl within the mountain of mental walls she had put up. Under all the mental protection, though, Indivara had turned off. With her face buried in V’ler’s shirt, she was oblivious both to R’vi holding her hand, and then to his dropping it. She probably would have stayed like that for all of the remaining Hatching, but Indivara had ever been a proud girl, and while it took a bit of time for Venseth to get through to her, the girl did slowly extract herself from V’ler’s chest as the Hatching Sands quietened down following the end of the first few hatchings.
Indivara did not bother to remove herself entirely from V’ler’s lap as she turned anxious blue eyes down towards the remaining eggs, leaning back against comfortable familiarity of his chest. Venseth continued to hover anxiously, shifting to be a little more behind the pair, but he stood up and proud and his eyes were coloured a combination of relief and defensive warning. It was not in dragon nature to eat their younger brothers and sisters, but Venseth certainly gave every appearance of being quite prepared to change that rule, if anyone – and especially that little bronze – came too close to his rider-to-be. On his head, as if keeping watch, Queenie stood tall, one paw resting on one of Venseth’s headknobs to keep her upright. Saph, on the other hand, finished winding his way down Venseth’s side and over Veeth to sneak into Indivara’s lap with a low purr of comfort, and nuzzled at her stomach before curling up quietly. Indivara petted him vaguely; another egg was cracking.
Indivara sat stiffly in V’ler’s lap as the eggshell was fought against by the youngster within, relaxing only when a smallGreen003 head poked out. After a moment more of wriggling and struggling, the shell shattered around the dragonet, and she toppled onto the hot sands with a crow of victory. Indivara gave a small, ghostly smile that only tugged up one side of her lips as she watched the little one clamber to her feet and peer around curiously.
In the process of looking around, the young green’s attention was captured by another sibling, and she trotted towards the egg with very obvious curiosity, to sniff at it as it wobbled. She gave a little squeal of surprise when one particularly strong rock caused the egg to tap her on the nose, and was rewarded with a soft chittering from inside the egg. Eyes wide with delight, the little green sat back on her rump to watch the other seek freedom. The sibling within the egg alternated between chittering conversation, and active silence as it attempted to gain freedom and life; the green seemed content to wait forever for that freedom to be obtained without offering any particular assistance – something that Indivara personally felt was a good thing, considering how such attempts were usually met.
It took some time – ten, fifteen or maybe twenty minutes – before the young one finally managed to do some real damage to the eggshell, and he came out in a very real explosion of eggshells, squealing victory, and a deep eye catching body of blue. Indivara managed a smile at the littleblue003 ’s antics, though she wasn’t game enough to make a sound with the events of her own past far too fresh in her mind. Instead, she leaned back against V’ler in a much more relaxed manner, and shifted herself slightly so that he could continue his note taking albeit having to work around her in order to do so.
She did hold her breath as the two dragonets faced one another, stretching ouse to sniff the nose of their sibling, but with more squeaky chittering, the pair apparently decided they were friends, not foes, and bounced closer. Nudging and head butting one another, it was a few moments before the littleGreen003 turned suddenly and gave a blissful squeal of delight and bound over to where a Candidate was watching everything with a sloppy smile on his face.
The littleBlue003 considered the results of his sister’s Impression before deciding that was a fantastic idea! Bouncing, skipping and frolicking, the little dragonet fluttered around the various Candidates, eyeing them up curiously and rubbing against legs as he wove between them. Brushing heavily against the back of one set of knees, the youngster sent a candidate sprawling forward… and then pounced on him with a playful trill of delight, crying ‘got cha, got cha!’ for all to hear as he slithered off, and then pranced back and forward before the young man.
Time frame: 2PM to 2:30 PM
Hatching Order:Green003 , Blue003
Impression Order:Green003 , Blue003
There is supposed to be two more in this batch, but I’m asleep on my chair. I’ll add them to the next lot. Sorry for the heinous delay :(
[IMG width=250]http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a598/SPWeyr/CLUTCHES/Bright%20Lights%20235%20AL/Green003_zps6645a51b.png[/img] – Courteous
[IMG width=250]http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a598/SPWeyr/CLUTCHES/Bright%20Lights%20235%20AL/Blue003_zps4cec3b93.png[/img] – Energetic
Venseth swayed anxiously as he stood up, moving forward just enough to make sure that nothing would be able to reach Indivara while he tried valiantly to get through the clouding uncertainty of fear. Indivara so rarely feared, and the young dragon had never been subjected to such terrible and consuming fear that he was having trouble finding the girl within the mountain of mental walls she had put up. Under all the mental protection, though, Indivara had turned off. With her face buried in V’ler’s shirt, she was oblivious both to R’vi holding her hand, and then to his dropping it. She probably would have stayed like that for all of the remaining Hatching, but Indivara had ever been a proud girl, and while it took a bit of time for Venseth to get through to her, the girl did slowly extract herself from V’ler’s chest as the Hatching Sands quietened down following the end of the first few hatchings.
Indivara did not bother to remove herself entirely from V’ler’s lap as she turned anxious blue eyes down towards the remaining eggs, leaning back against comfortable familiarity of his chest. Venseth continued to hover anxiously, shifting to be a little more behind the pair, but he stood up and proud and his eyes were coloured a combination of relief and defensive warning. It was not in dragon nature to eat their younger brothers and sisters, but Venseth certainly gave every appearance of being quite prepared to change that rule, if anyone – and especially that little bronze – came too close to his rider-to-be. On his head, as if keeping watch, Queenie stood tall, one paw resting on one of Venseth’s headknobs to keep her upright. Saph, on the other hand, finished winding his way down Venseth’s side and over Veeth to sneak into Indivara’s lap with a low purr of comfort, and nuzzled at her stomach before curling up quietly. Indivara petted him vaguely; another egg was cracking.
Indivara sat stiffly in V’ler’s lap as the eggshell was fought against by the youngster within, relaxing only when a small
In the process of looking around, the young green’s attention was captured by another sibling, and she trotted towards the egg with very obvious curiosity, to sniff at it as it wobbled. She gave a little squeal of surprise when one particularly strong rock caused the egg to tap her on the nose, and was rewarded with a soft chittering from inside the egg. Eyes wide with delight, the little green sat back on her rump to watch the other seek freedom. The sibling within the egg alternated between chittering conversation, and active silence as it attempted to gain freedom and life; the green seemed content to wait forever for that freedom to be obtained without offering any particular assistance – something that Indivara personally felt was a good thing, considering how such attempts were usually met.
It took some time – ten, fifteen or maybe twenty minutes – before the young one finally managed to do some real damage to the eggshell, and he came out in a very real explosion of eggshells, squealing victory, and a deep eye catching body of blue. Indivara managed a smile at the little
She did hold her breath as the two dragonets faced one another, stretching ouse to sniff the nose of their sibling, but with more squeaky chittering, the pair apparently decided they were friends, not foes, and bounced closer. Nudging and head butting one another, it was a few moments before the little
The little
Time frame: 2PM to 2:30 PM
Hatching Order:
Impression Order:
There is supposed to be two more in this batch, but I’m asleep on my chair. I’ll add them to the next lot. Sorry for the heinous delay :(
[IMG width=250]http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a598/SPWeyr/CLUTCHES/Bright%20Lights%20235%20AL/Green003_zps6645a51b.png[/img] – Courteous
[IMG width=250]http://i1285.photobucket.com/albums/a598/SPWeyr/CLUTCHES/Bright%20Lights%20235%20AL/Blue003_zps4cec3b93.png[/img] – Energetic