FTWClutch:23/NPCs
FTW Clutch 23/NPCs
I'zach and Blue Toijath
A sharp crackling of shell, and a growing lattice of fissures appearing throughout the red and oranges of the Up in Flame Egg, heralds the arrival of a spindly, scrawny blue dragonet. He vigorously pushes away from the flame-licked shards, shaking out cobalt-speckled wings and stretching out his long, thin neck. Scampering off, he noses curiously, eagerly around the candidates in search for his ideal match. Impression is made: I'zach cries out in delight, "Oh, sure, Toijath! You and me, right?"
Izach is a wide-eyed urchin Searched by D'kai and Mikhuth from the Harper Hall on one of the pair's delivery runs. He's one of the youngest of the candidate lot, and by far the littlest, and often enough he's ducking elbows to avoid a black eye or darting to the front of the crowd to get a better view. His clear, piping voice is easily recognizable in both song and regular speech; it was, after all, what kept him in the harper craft, and although on occasion he might get a bit carried away with himself, a sound shushing sets him right back on track. What he lacks in size he makes up for in sheer moxie: Zac's earnest, enthusiastic, and exuberant in everything he does, and his heart is (usually) in the right place.
His head of pale hair might not be termed scruffy, but maybe endearingly unkempt, though his round, upturned face is almost all the more charming for it. And much like the rest of his attire, to the frustration of the seamstresses of the lower caverns who have taken it upon themselves to see him in clothing proper fit for a candidate, he always ends up with torn knee holes and unravelling threads about the sleeves, and so really, wouldn't it be for the best to just pat him on the head and let him have one of those fresh bubblies?
Oh, and if you see an eensy little tunnel-snake slithering around, or maybe some slimy hopping creature, just be a darling and return it to Izach, would you? He'd be terribly grateful for it, since they're always wriggling out of the rips in his pockets.
Sweet-Faced Blue Phineath and Taylira
Almost every egg on the sands is quivering, shaking or actively rocking to and fro, as spectators file in and candidates approach. The It's a Forest Out There egg sways the most, the branches of its trees stirred by an unseen breeze. Back and forth, back and forth it goes until the tree trunk seems to topple over, a gaping hole opening where it once stood. A sweet-faced blue peeks out from the ruins and looks around for a moment or two then marches, shell-and-goop-covered, to proudly dig his nose into the midsection of chubby Taylira from Gar, who cries out: "Phineath!" and throws her arms around his neck.
Broad-Shouldered Brown and Candidate
Other eggs have popped their lids now and the Mysterious Scribblings Egg, relatively still, seems to be gaining more scribblings, lines etching their way across its surface in slow progression. Grains of sand flee the sudden tipping over, dark traceries reaching for the ground suddenly and a whole big piece of the egg falls away, revealing the wobbly shape of a round, broad-shouldered brown. He creels mournfully and swings his head this way and that, then makes a beeline for his chosen partner.
Dusky Blue and Male Candidate
The Reflection Egg, ever calm, patiently awaits its turn; it seems to be anticipating a lull, perhaps, in all the commotion. Once the right moment comes, it twitches only once, twice, no, three times before: crack! The shell splinters down around the hunched form hidden inside, a dusky blue who unhurriedly picks his way out from the remaining shards. Nor is this imperturbable dragonet in any rush to claim his companion, so the chosen candidate instead pushes forward from the others with a cry, hurrying to the blue's side to begin picking small flecks of egg from his new lifemate's hide.
Brown Saulienth and F'vel
A ripple across the surface of the Silvered Motion Egg is carried over into Fire-Touched Silver Egg, as if the two have just been touched by the same passing gust of wind. Turning on its axis the former seems to wave long tendrils towards its counterpart, except that the sides of the egg are flaking off in tiny bits and pieces, leaving a scattered shower of silvery green flecks on the dun-hued sands. Sudden combustion takes the hoarfrost-touched egg by storm and the shell seems to veritably melt away releasing a tiny, gray-green hatchling onto the sands to skip her way over to /her/ weyrling. On the way by, her tail taps against the Silvered Motion egg, knocking larger pieces free and providing a peep-hole for a brown brother to peek out. The egg tumbles over under the pressure of his paws and falls open, spilling the lanky fellow out onto the sands. A rush of motion later and he's proudly sitting atop a tall lad from Boll, trumpeting his triumph. F'vel announces his name joyously as Saulienth.
Sleek Green and Candidate
The Sweet Syrup Egg does not seem to crack so much as liquefy: the honey golden markings upon the shell dissolve and give way to the struggle of the hatchling within, crumbling away to pepper the sands surrounding. Left in its wake is a sleek green, glistening with sticky hatching fluid, who takes her time in unfolding herself from her coil. As her wings dry, held proudly, she strikes out - the young dragonet squanders no time in making her choice from the gathered white-robed candidates, herding her lifemate away from the rest with an insistent squalling.
Green and Candidate / Blue and Candidate
Cracks race across the gray surface of the Ashes to Ashes Egg, a heaving motion from within sending it crashing into the Hole in the Sleeping Forest Egg in a sudden shared cataclysm. Both hatch in a mess of green and blue wings and claws and creels, the blue trailing a streak of ichor that dries in moments, and in the end he finds his lifemate even faster than his sister.
Long, Lean Green Yliamath and T'matt / Pale Brown and Candidate =
Standing close together, the twins Yamarados and Tameatt watch as the nearby Climb the Sky Egg starts to twitch and kind of bounce in place. Stretching upwards the top suddenly blows off of it and the whole egg falls over, spilling a long, lean green with rusty undertones to her hide out onto the Sands. Tameatt is instantly transfixed, taking a half-step forward, mouth hanging half-open. In moments, impression is made with T'matt's happy exclamation of Yliamath's name. Left behind, Yamarados looks bereft for a moment and shifts closer to some of the other remaining candidates. A few feet away the Walking Trees Egg is inching its way across the sand, like it's occupant is trying to walk still unhatched. The little cluster of candidates has to step out of the way as the egg comes to rest in their midst. A moment later a crack opens in its side and a pale brown head breaks through, the hatchling's eyes fixing on the closest of the white-robed young people. Impression is made before the dragon has even stepped out of the remains of his egg.
Plump, Round Green Ollienth and Y'dros
There's only two eggs left intact and the Faded Trackmarks Egg looks like it'll be the next to go, swinging wildly from side to side. Finally with a loud popping sound the egg simply cracks right around the middle and bits of shell fly outward as a burly, determined bronze makes his way forth to meet his new partner. Last to hatch, the First Temptation Egg drops its occupant like a piece of fruit falling from a tree branch. Plop. And it's apt maybe, because this plump, round little green looks almost like an apple herself as she rolls free of her egg. Bouncing to her feet she croons perkily and charges into that cluster of remaining candidates to shove herself into Yamadros' legs, making him Y'dros as he calls out "Ollienth!"
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