FTWClutch:28/NPCs

FTW Clutch 28/NPCs

Bronze and Boy / Green and Candidate

Simultaneously, the No Ordinary Piece of Furniture and Wonderland Eggs shatter to reveal a bronze and green respectively, brother sending sister a curious, appreciative glance. Nice timing! He even waits for her to set out in search of a lifemate first, bold steps taken only after she has started to gamble her way across to the Candidates. However, he doesn't wait for her to choose, selecting his rider from a group of boys who've have remained tightly knit together despite attempting nonchalant bravado. Moments later, the green finds her chosen, misjudging her speed to bump right into them.

Undersized Brown and Candidate

Having been rocking awkwardly from side to side for some time now, the oddly-shaped Escape the City egg begins to crack, revealing an undersized brown who claws himself free and shakes shell fragments from his dark, mottled hide. His wings droop, revealing pale, creamed-klah sails in stark contrast to his otherwise shadowy, slender form, but then he's off, trotting his way forward to find his rider, who welcomes him with open arms.

Pale Large Blue and Candidate / Smaller Blue and Candidate

From the Adventure in the Ocean Egg and The Curse of a Terrible Place Egg spill two blues, one markedly larger than the other, though paler in colour and more lengthy of limb. The smaller blue ignores his brother and turns away, only to trip over his own tail, leaving the larger to emit a trill of amusement and overtake his sibling on his merry way. For all his confidence, he's slow to choose his other half and the brothers Impress almost at the same moment.

= Stocky Brown and Candidate

A stocky-looking brown tears his way from the Who Could Ever Egg, using tooth and claw to force his way into the waiting world, only to wrench one of his talons free in his haste. The high-pitched creel of pain he issues forth proves to all that he is still just a baby despite his fierce struggle, a slow stream of ichor dripping from his left forepaw. With only three limbs to trust and one to cradle close against further hurt, he shuffles away from the shards of his egg to find a white-robed someone heading across the Sands towards him. Whether convenient, summoned or coincidence, that someone becomes /his/ someone, and assists him to the nearest weyrlingmaster.

Lanky Blue and Older Candidate / Petite Green and Candidate =

When did the Atra Maledictum Egg hatch? Left behind in a puddle of widely-flung shards, its lanky blue occupant having slipped quietly free, it serves as an obstacle for the petite green from the Part of Your Egg. She stumbles through the pieces, bleating alarm as they cling to her neat, well turned-out paws, and tries to shake herself free of the shell-boots that she's accidentally acquired. Her cries call several of the as of yet unimpressed to her, but the ungrateful creature traipses on to choose not one who attempts to help her, but a Candidate staring off into the far distance at the Stands. Meanwhile, the blue sneaks up on one of the older Candidates and takes the hem of their robe between his teeth. Hey, down here.

Robust, Brightly-Hued Green and Candidate

The Dreams Come True Egg stirs in its cradle of sand and unbalances, tipping backwards to crack open and free a robust, brightly-hued green with stunted headknobs, mere blips where they should be. Whether they speak of anything else about her being invisibly impaired or malformed isn't immediately obvious, since she finds her lifemate in a matter of moments, enthusiastically bounding over to them, only to tumble at the last moment and land in a heap at their feet.

Pale Blue and Candidate =

Last to hatch, the Shimmering Spires Egg splits in two, flaking away from a pale blue who simply sits where he finds himself, not in any hurry to find himself a rider. He peers up at his dam and sire as if looking to them as the example of what to do, then slowly heaves himself up and pads away from the remains of his egg as steadily as he can manage. If he must, he must. And, eventually, he does, rider chosen from the back of the group of Candidates furthest away, squeaky chitterings chastising them for having made him walk so far so soon.