Fannith's Clutch (Hatching!!)

[Feline Protector]

(BAH! ACTIVENESS!!! A bit early, I know.)
The silver queen trumpeted the arrival of the new dragons as canidates, called from their duties, rushed on the the hatching sands.

Junni rushed forwards, her red hair swept back into a messy bun as she slid into her spot in the half circle that now formed around the eggs.

And egg rattled, and a large brown hatched, spreading egg fragments on the other eggs, causeing a blue and a black to hatch.

[Teryl]

Teryl walked onto the Sands, glad her many trips back and forth between here and the Candidate barracks had payed off. She did not appear to be late; a few of the eggs had hatched, but only one other Candidate had arrived.

Bowing to the silver dragon and junior weyrwoman, she took her place near, but not too near, to the hatching eggs.

(Longer post later, hopefully.)

[Taylun|J'tan|Crow]

Crow ambled onto the Hatching Sands. Her expression was none, and her black hair, unbound, framed her tanned face. She could feel some heat through the sandals she wore, but did not wince nor pick up her feet. She had dawned the traditional white robes of candidacy; they had just been cleaned and washed. She took slow deliberate steps as she calmly moved towards the Hatching, although some had hatched, she did not quicken her pace. Stopping before the great Silver Queen, she bowed deeply to the mighty dragon and rider. Continuing her former pace, she made her way to the female semi-circle and stood between the other two candidates.

[Teryl]

Teryl studied this new candidate for a moment, amazed at the lack of emotion she was showing. Teryl couldn't see her own face, but she was sure her nervouse anticipation showed clearly.

But a candidate held little attraction when compared to hatching dragons. Teryl turned back to the Sands. A brown, very large, dominated the area. A blue, small in comparison to his brother, had just managed to break out of his shell. There was one other dragonet, and at first Teryl thought he must be a very dark color in a shadow, but soon realized he was black. A black dragon! She hadn't even known they existed!

She watched carefully. Was one of them Hers? All male so far - except for the black, which she wasn't sure about - so perhaps not. But blues chose girls sometimes, as did browns. So she tried to relax, glad for her thick boots on the hot silver sands. Would her tension cause a dragon to pass her by? No one knew what Impressed a dragon, and though she could ponder it now, she was sure she wouldn't discover the answer that had eluded humans for millenia. So she just tried to relax.

[Feline Protector]

Another Hatched, A green. She made her way towards Teryl, and nudged her leg sharply. Mine! Your Raith is hungry, feed her!

[Teryl]

Teryl was still studying the unusual black when the next egg hatched. She didn’t even realize the event had occurred until she felt the touch of a dragonet’s head against her legs and the even more unmistakable touch on her mind. Mine! Your Raith is hungry, feed her!

Then she turned, to be faced with a pair of whirling purple eyes. The first Impression had been made. By her! She could feel the dragonet, the presence and support of her, and any apprehension she had felt vanished in an instant. It wouldn’t have mattered at all what the hatchling looked like: the fact that she was the most beautiful dragon ever shelled only piled on top of Teryl’s already ecstatic mood.

For an instant, she stood there, entranced by Raith. Then she felt a gnawing, painfully empty sensation from the part of her now and forever connected to the little dragon. What was she doing, standing here and staring when her Raith was starving? Clumsily conveying her apologies to the dragonet, she lead the fabulous green off the sands. “There is food this way…No, this way.” She changed her direction a little. Yes, there was the food, as she had been told earlier. Food for her starving Raith.

[Ruvna Computer is messed up]

Teh most interesting egg broke, and a dragon, transparent in color, emerged. Eyes flashed back and forth between the two canidates it was thinking about.

Junni gasped, her mind going back to the book, and about the glass dragon. Was this that dragon, one that no one thought could be?

The brown screamed his defiance as his mine was not there.

[Teryl]

Teryl barely glanced up from feeding Raith as she heard the noise of the brown dragon's scream. Please, don't stop! said Raith plaintively, and Teryl had no intension of doing so, still feeling her dragon's hunger. She spared only a glance for the glass dragon. Unusual as it was, it was not Hers. Raith was much more special, she thought, and she quickly returned to the task of feeding her dragonet.

[Taylun|J'tan|Crow]

Crow's face while the green Impressed the Glass hatched and the Brown shrieked, remained as stoic as every. But inside she was applauding for Impression more than anyone else. Her eyes followed the events blankly, but she silently gasped as the glass broke free from it's mottled prison. And pity flooded her mind as she watched the brown wallow in anguish.

[K'roi-A'den-Devyn]

((heh, whatever can get people back here, right?))

As the Jr. Weyrleader, K'roi had one of the best seats reserved for him, as close as he was allowed to get in fact. The only ones allowed on the hatching sands now were the queen dragon, and the candidates.
Sakki was latched onto him, voicing her shrill thrumming cry along with that of the dragons presently circling overhead of the sands.



Devyn was in time for the hatching, standing with the rather small number of boy candidates gathered in a half-circle about the eggs, and standing out all the more for his unusual height. His emerald eyes took in everything with slight wonder, though he hid alot of that. A slight smile was on his lips, and it matched the bright look in his eyes.
Sweeping back his feathery dark hair, he resisted the impulse to cross his arms, a nervous habit that he'd adopted at some time or another so that he could keep up pretenses of being on top of things.
As the first eggs broke, so did his cool control, and a mix of eagerness and nervous jitters now showed through his body language. As the first green impressed to a girl in the female semi circle, the brown's screams echoed through him, making chills race up his spine. He'd heard of hatchlings dissapearing between if their bonded were not present, and he severly hoped that would not happen, and that the brown's choosen was simply late...though too late would leave both broken.
The black and blue hatchlings had his attention as well, though it was to be sure that the hatchlings had everyone's attention, as well as the unhatched eggs.

[Teryl]

Teryl and Raith observed the other candidates and hatchlings, mildly interested. The edge was leaving Raith's hunger, though she still ate as fast as Teryl could feed her. And she was tired, so tired, from the effort of hatching. They would have to leave the Sands soon. /As soon as some other weyrlings leave/ Teryl assured the green, /because I don't know where the weyrling barracks are. But soon we shall rest./ Teryl scratched the green's eye ridges, stifeling her own yawn.

[Feline Protector]

The purple's cry turned questioning as he wandered towards Devyn.
/Devynmine. Why are you so late? Do you not want your Inideth?/


The glass turned towards Junni, and took a step towards her, before falling on the sands. Junni! Your Erith needs you! Will you not help her?

Junni glanced up as the mental thoughts streemed through her head. She rushed towards the Glass and cradled the transparent head in her arms, the stone face ing as a smile broke through.
/Oh yes, Erith, I will help you. Always and forever./
Good. I'm hungry.
Junni smiled again and led her lifemate out towards the food, and a new life.

(Sorry Crow, but this was the only way that a majority of the people could be please with that they have, inculding Ichi and Neou)

[K'roi-A'den-Devyn]

As the hatchling that could only be described as beautiful made its way to him, Devyn fell to his knees to welcome the little hatchling into his arms. A dark purple, the little dragon was solid in color save for the patch of lighter violet that ran straight across his ridged snout.
"Of course I want you, little Inideth." Devyn murmured, his name officially changing now to the traditional D'vyn, by taking away the first vowel and flowing the name together with an almost inaudible sound yet present.
~Well feed your Inideth before he starves and we are seperated!~ The dark violet hatchling said, only half joking in his after-hatching hunger.

[Harper Felle]

Silently, a figure in white robes crept through the enterance of the Hatching Grounds. He hung his head, tawny tresses brushing about and obscuring light grey eyes. What a disgrace! A Harper, late for an important event? A life changing event? Unacceptable.

He watched the sand part at his feet, sending heat through his weyrhide boots. Still with his head down he bobbed a bow to the silver Queen. He shuffled to the other Candidates.

[Neou and Korint]

Neou, alerted by the humming, had to take all her energy and self respect to rouse herself. Why bother attending? No, she had told Felle she would, had she not? She owed her new found friend that much, even if she was on unstable terms with K'roi. She examined herself once with a plate that most of the Weyrlings seemed to use as a mirror before walking out. Whether her loss of weight was from constant care for her creatures, rather then herself, or from something deeper than that, Neou knew not. All she knew was that she looked rather skinny, not slender, and that her face was starting to get an almost gaunt quality.
Hurry up Neoumine! Hurry, hurry! Elenath stumbled out of the Weyrling Barracks, Neou following, before seating herself in a large crowd. Rank mattered little to one who would rather be invisible at the moment.