Logs:Elaruth and Mecaith's Clutch Hatches
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| RL Date: 21 May, 2011 |
| Who: Ali, Chava, Hattie, Ikaelya, Sedark, T'mitl, T'rev, V'rel |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Elaruth and Mecaith's first clutch hatches. |
| Where: Hatching Sands, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 10, Turn 25 (Interval 10) |
| It's an overcast, stormy day that Elaruth and Mecaith's eight have chosen to hatch, the welcoming hum of a Weyr full of dragons more than enough to drown out the odd rumble of thunder from outside the hatching cavern. On the Sands, the pale queen has been convinced to step back from her clutch, the presence of both rider and mate needed to keep Elaruth from standing a closer guard over her soon-to-hatch babies. The Weyrleaders stand beside their lifemates, curious and definitely not apprehensive looks shared between the eggs. Alisha has her hands wrapped around her middle - the candidate barracks nowhere near as warm in her robe - though as she steps out onto the sands she lets her hands fall to her sides, biting her lower lip. She executes a bow towards dam and sire and Weyrleaders all together as she settles into her place on the sands, casting about for Teomitl and stepping in beside him, sharing a nervous smile. Sedark is right in the midst of it, letting the line of white-robed figures take her in its wake onto the sands. Jaw tight and eyes intent on the eggs before her, she bows her head to the parents and Weyrleaders - only a moment spared, remembering her first encounter with the eggs all too well to bare the back of her neck to Elaruth for long. Straightening, she moves to one side and stands as if rooted, chin high, dark hair its usual wild tangle. Just breathing. Beholden to You Egg shifts, unnoticeable save for the trickle of the sand grains it disturbs. Those grains quickly resettle around the base of the egg, sitting snug and close once more. Ikaelya marches into the sands somewhat nervously. It's more of a shuffle than a march due to the heat of the sands upon her sandaled feet. Her eyes dart from her fellow Candidates to the eggs and back again. She bows carefully to the clutchparents and their lifemates before shuffling closer to Alisha and Teomitl and her gaze returns once more to the eggs. Yamilet is among the cluster of Candidates filed out on to the Sands. She begins to cast a look out beyond to the galleries but open seeing all those faces turned in their direction she quickly averts her eyes to the candidate in front of her - Sedark. She follows suit and gives her salutations to the clutchparents and their riders before carrying on as close on Sedark's heels as possible. Whether it's the heat or nerves, she's sweating already. Teomitl does not, for once, bow effusively and ridiculously. This time, he's all seriousness, and his bow is low and respectful. The Weyrleaders get grins, and Ikaelya and Alisha? Get even bigger grins. "Hang on to your feet," he whispers, brightly, "it's maybe even hotter than last time, with the storm. The mugginess. The -- forget it." Chava is prone to stumbling, even without the rush with which she hustles onto the sands, casting wide, uncertain glances back towards where they came from. Her robe is sitting crooked on her shoulder, and her hair makes a bun on one side and a mess where it's fallen out on the other. For a second, her intent bewilderedness singles out Elaruth before the eggs, but then she lets other candidate shapes bump her into the back. Out Damn'd Egg splits suddenly and neatly in half, releasing a lanky brown dragonet to the Sands. He promptly digs all four paws into the sand, seemingly interested to see how deep it is, but he's distracted from his potential digging by the tug of hunger and curiosity about the young people ranged before him. Digging can wait. So can getting further than a few feet towards those people, his choice made before he reaches them, drawing his new weyrling to meet him. V'rel moves with calm confidence, ushering the new brown and his partner off the sands and into the care of one of his assistants. Deception's Dichroic Egg tests the limits with a gentle back and forth swaying motion, forming a shallow trench in the sands as it begins to rock more energetically. The movement increases until it almost bounces in place with frustration. Suddenly all motion stops. This is not working. It almost appears as the egg's occupant is forming a strategy. Alisha reaches out a hand for Teomitl's, squeezing it as tightly as she can - which, face it, probably isn't that tight - but it's more than enough to convey her anxiousness. "Just don't let me fall on my butt," she begs her fellow candidates, shooting a wry look at Ikaeyla that is nowhere near reassuring. "Any other last minute advice?" The movement of the eggs elicits a faint gasp, and her gaze fixes on them. Ikaelya watches as the brown hatches and immediately chooses his partner, "Well there's one down," she says in an aside to Teomitl and Alisha. The other eggs are watched as she moves tenderly from foot to foot, "You're right Teomitl, I think it is hotter than last time." She manages a smile and a wink for Alisha, "Umm... how about hope for the best?" Sedark sidesteps to allow Yamilet room beside her, saying nothing to the other girl but offering an encouraging nod as the first egg splits. She doesn't let her attention waver for long, eyes narrowing through the hazy humidity of the sands to watch the rocking clutch. It's storming outside and inside today. Sedark's own nerves are likely no exception. Beholden to You Egg shivers and twists a little on the spot before it shatters from the top down, sending fragments of shell in all directions. Released at last, the Spirited Brilliance Gold Hatchling tumbles to the Sands still all curled up tight. She doesn't move for a moment or two, then lifts her head to blink up at the world around her and soon sets herself to rights all in a hurry. It won't do to meet everyone like this. >---< Spirited Brilliance Gold >---------------------------------------------<
Slim and washed with dawn's first light, this elegant young gold bears herself with a subtle grace, her gaze steady and step smooth. The twist of roseate hue flares into existence along the strong line of her jaw, sweeping down her long neck and burning brighter until sparks scatter across her thin flanks, collecting around and accentuating the delicate joints of spars and limbs. From those slender spars, the white-gold of her wings is scattered with fiery jewels that cast deep amber shadows in their wake, the very image of a comet-filled sky. Long of angular limb and tail, she moves with purpose, the icy white that touches her talons bright against the molten lava that clings to her large paws.
>----------------------------------------------------------------------------< "Don't," Teomitl informs Alisha gravely and somberly, "fall on your butt. Also, what she said." Ikaelya's got it down. He twines his fingers with Ali's, and doesn't stop to wonder if anyone's watching that gesture as he does so -- he can worry about that later. "Okay, brown down, and -- gold out! I lost a bet, I bet on her first --" Hattie turns from the sight of the young gold on the Sands to murmur something to Elaruth, smile not quite hidden in time. Both of her palms rest against pale, scarred hide for a moment, then she's angling a look back at T'rev before she turns and shares her smile with him; her expression more one of relief than outright joy. T'rev reaches briefly for Hattie's hand to offer a squeeze of reassurance, gaze roaming the sands as shells break. His own grin is far more effusive. Spirited Brilliance Gold trots ahead to join and weave her way through the Candidates scattered about the Sands, peering quickly up at each as though greeting one after another, none of those that she sees enough to make her pause. That none of them grabs her attention yet is not enough to deter her, her steps not slowing as she carries merrily along. Hello! Hi there! Hey! Chava's sucked in breath seems to have nothing to do with the revealed hatchling; she can't actually see around some of her fellows. After bobbing ineffectually in her spot a moment, she shuffles sideways enough to lean around someone, examining a possible opening near the familiar figure Yamilet makes in the crowd. But her gaze flutters rather disproportionately towards the sidelines, and for someone else possibly there. Alisha can't help it: she lets out a low laugh. "I was hoping for something more practical," she confesses, her mouth snapping shut abruptly as she notes V'rel already heading off with his lifemate. "They're- quick." The words are offered with another chew of her lower lip. Shaking her head, Teomitl's words draw her attention to the newly hatched gold. "Oh, that's so good! I bet the Weyrleaders'll be relieved. She's very-" she trails off, wide eyes fixed on the quickly-moving hatchling, "-fast." Sedark's gaze follows the newest addition to the sands, head turning just barely to watch the gold progress across the sands. Catching sight of Chava trying to work her way up through the crowd, the dark-skinned girl motions with her hand: quick, quick, this way. As the gold hops around, inspecting everyone and everything, Teomitl's taking an inventory of the girls he knows. There's Ikaelya and Alisha right there. He attempts to catch Yamilet's eye, and he can see Sedark and Chava -- "She is, isn't she. What do you think of her?" he asks Alisha with a tilted head. "I mean, she comes this way, it's not me she's interested in. Just you two. And didn't you want a fast one, Ikaelya?" Yamilet flashes a bright, sudden, nervous smile at Sedark and steps in close to her side as she's shoved from the other end by an eager individual with their eyes on the gold. Yamilet's head swivels one way - watching the new brown pair get ushered off - and the another to stare at the gold, and then swivel in every which direction as if considering all the girls gathered with a curious eye. Sedark gets an extra long consideration - maybe only because of their close proximity. Ikaelya smiles at the hatching of the gold, "Oh! there's a beauty who's gonna make someone very happy." She'll concentrate on the other eggs for now though since she has no desire whatsoever to Impress a gold and the duties that go along with it. These sands are sharding hot, she has to continue shifting her stance to keep from burning her poor feet. "I wanted a fast green Teo, I have no desire for the responsibilities that go with gold." Deception's Dichroic Egg shudders, rocking in place for a few seconds before all hell breaks loose. Whatever is inside wants out and it wants it NOW! The shell seems to ripple, long cracks forming; its clearly not going to hold together much longer. The egg doesn't hatch, really it's more of an explosion, shards flying everywhere as the dragon inside pushes in all directions, rising from the ruins to shake them off and peer around. Objective? Those white things. There's no hesitation as it starts in their direction with a purposeful intent. >---< One Insane Move Blue >-------------------------------------------------<
Long-limbed, lean of flank and broad-chested even as a hatchling; these characteristics give hint to the athletic form that will develop at maturity. This young blue is proportioned for aerial speed and feline-like grace when he is finally able to rise in flight. The sheer turquoise of a pristine aquifer ripples across the hide of this dragonet, the liquid hues crystalline as though illumined from below at midnight. Dusky blue-grey steaks pattern his broad, phosphorescent green-speckled snout almost as if a child's fingers have been at play with paint, the markings smeared around his large eyes, trailed down his neck and smudged across the rest of his serpentine body. Shades the color of a primal rainforest traces the edges of his neckridges and spine all the way to the tip of his tail. Wingbones of twilight are joined from wide shoulders, the sails stretched between them a clouded moonshadow. His underbelly, a wash of teal brindled with the same slate-blue markings found elsewhere, blend into feathery fern on talons to end in claws of granite.
>----------------------------------------------------------------------------< Spirited Brilliance Gold Hatchling halts in her ever so quick study of Candidate after Candidate, head slowly tilting to one side. She stays just like that for almost a half a minute, then picks up her path again with a certain confidence, steps measured and purposeful. Without so much as glancing at another white-robed figure, she presents herself at the feet of a dark-haired young woman with green eyes. Tilting her head this way and that as though checking for imperfections, she makes an approving croon of a noise and noses the way of one of her hands. Yes. This one. One Insane Move Blue is on a reconnaissance mission, moving in a straight line regardless of what's going on around him. His focus is so intent that other hatchings are only vaguely noted in his periphery, until he's broadsided by another gamboling hatchling and sent toppling. Wings flop, legs and tail flail as he regains his feet. By the time he's upright, the culprit is galloping off, leaving him to strut and crow after it in a wide broadcast, « You want some of this? Yeah, come on! What you got? Oh yeah, who's bad? Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah, you got nothin'. You keep runnin'. » But the distraction doesn't last long. His head turns back towards the Candidates and he's got his target in sight. Alisha takes an inadvertent step back, the speed of the gold making her distinctly uneasy, it seems. Her fingers twined with Teomitl's steps her backing too far away, though. There's already a sheen of sweat beading her forehead, her attention distracted by the hatching of the blue - the brunette desperately trying to keep track of the hatchlings. "She is beautiful," the holder admits, wistfully. "But-" and then she stops. And forgets to breathe for a while. Her hand drops from Teomitl's, blinking quickly. "Isyath?" she murmurs in wonder and surprise as her gaze fixes on the gold. "Oh, yes. There's plenty to see, all right." V'rel approaches Alisha and Isyath, lines of his face deepening with a smile. "Come with me, and we'll get your young lady clean and fed," he says, turning to lead them from the sands. Blazing Ash-and-Fire Egg quakes and shivers with the anticipation. The quakes grow to a steady rocking, back and forth while nothing more happens. Ikaelya grins as the blue hatches, "There's one for you Teo, a handsome blue." She watches for his reaction and then suddenly the gold Impresses to Alisha, "Oh Alisha, congratulations! Isyath is such a pretty name for such a pretty dragon." Chava lingers in her half-formed spot a moment, defying Sedark's 'quick quick', before very suddenly obliging, with mincing little steps on the hot sands to stand, eyeing the other candidate for her choice in company. Namely, herself. But that doesn't stop a somewhat companionable eyebrow from raising to comment, yet silently, on this nonsense they've gotten themselves into. "Now that blue, there, that's --" Teomitl stops talking. Teomitl. Stops. Talking. He has no pocket to shove his hand in, but it doesn't matter, because he has lit up line a line of stars and has begun to clap and clap and /clap/. "That's it!" he calls after her. "I told you! I told you there was a Weyrwoman in you!" Two moments later, while still beaming, he's calmed down and tells Ikaelya, "Yep." Triple Tricks Egg seems to shiver, a single tiny shudder stirring it within its cradle of sand. Sedark takes a step back as the gold moves in, another as the blue broadcasts wildly - inhale, wait. Hold it there. She won't beat a retreat, though her attention is definitely being tried. Trying to see who's with that perky gold, where the blue is off to, what the eggs are doing, and the other candidates.. She grins at Chava, a slight roll of her eyes. We're in for it again. One Insane Move Blue Hatchling doesn't wander as he moves; he lets his gaze do that for him, raking up and down the line of Candidates. As he stalks closer, every sense attuned as he listens, watches, inhales That one! His large eyes are intent, the tip of his tail twitches as he zeroes in on his prey with a sudden spring that is designed to bring her down. Claws are sheathed as he makes contact with a sturdy, dark-haired, olive-skinned girl. Mission accomplished! Alisha presses her hand against Isyath's hide, a kind of wide-eyed wonder in her expression, the heat of the sands and the mugginess of the air kind of forgotten for now. Only V'rel's approach shakes her from her distraction, and with a wild-eyed look, she nods. "Yes- yes, sir," she mumbles, her gaze darting back towards the gold with another hint of surprise, pacing the dragon off the sands - though there's a faint pause where she looks over her shoulder at the remaining candidates. Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear Egg has yet to stir, lying peacefully still. There's not even the tiniest hint of movement, its shell undamaged and the sand surrounding it undisturbed, as if it is trying to escape the attention of everyone. Blazing Ash-and-Fire Egg tips suddenly tips backwards sharply, shattering immediately upon impact with the Sands. The result is one dazed dragonet, the Beguiling Nightmare Green Hatchling shaking her head this way and that, her hide covered with fragments of shell. She curves her head round to nose at one flank and, discovering her present appearance, lets out an ear-piercing shriek before loping off towards the Candidates. She must find someone to assist her! >---< Beguiling Nightmare Green >--------------------------------------------<
Upon first glance, this bold young green appears to be made up of gentle lines and smooth curves, from her long neck to the twist of her wicked headknobs. The illusion is shattered when distance is closed, the sharpness of tail, neckridges and jaw immediately apparent, that same edge to be found in her calculating gaze. The Serrano green of her soft hide flows over her in waves, the darker hunter tones that fade in and begin to gather at her broad shoulders also casting shadowy, leaf-like shapes across her flanks and whirling around her thin tail. Strong, wide wings are edged with a shade so dark as to seem black, night pooling in her sails. The sharpness to the large, dangerous-looking claws that finish reedy limbs cannot be ignored, their smokey tips doing nothing to soften them.
>----------------------------------------------------------------------------< Sedark is nearly caught off guard, but turns in time to see the blue moving; intending to step out of his way, she stumbles for a moment, catching her breath with closed eyes - and that breath is forced from her lungs with a gasp as he pounces, her eyes wide open and seeing at last. "Tsaheyluth," She gasps out the name, shocked by the bond and the physical contact, trying to sit up and reach out for him at the same time. "Ended..? Never." She grins broadly, breathless. One of the assistant weyrlingmasters is closest to Sedark, approaching the girl with a grin and a waved hand to direct her and Tsaheyluth from the sands. "C'mon, this way." And Some By Virtue Fall Egg rocks a little, pauses, then rocks some more, tiny cracks starting to splinter the shell from tip to mid-section. Bits of shell fall to the sand, like so much of cast off confetti then stop as surely as a quick spring rain. Ikaelya sighs as Alisha leaves the sands, but she's happy for the other girl. The blue finds it's lifemate as quickly as Isyath did, "Congrats Sedark" and she looks over to Teomitl, "They're pretty certain who they're choosing this time." And then she sees the gorgeous green, "Oh she's a real beauty!" Tsaheyluth untangles from Sedark, but only enough so he can gaze at her, his look both ardent and possessive. His voice is the quiet call of sleepy insects on a starry night, as he says tenderly, « I see you » Yeah, it's likely the entire Weyr's dragon population can hear the love in that comment. He still has yet to learn to narrow it down to just Sedark. Triple Tricks Egg wriggles more violently in its sand-cradle, cracks beginning to appear at its tip, little striations running their way down its shell. Claws soon appear in the middle of those slim lines, shell torn through to reveal a pale little green dragonet who shivers and shakes the rest of her egg away from her. >---< Savannah's Sunlight Green >--------------------------------------------<
The most striking features of this small young green are her large, shadow-rimmed eyes that betray a quiet curiosity whether she is active or at rest. Those shadow rings are quite the contrast to the rest of her, her agile honeydew frame touched with the healthy brightness of morning light over the lush savannah. Her nose bears a smudge of darkness, her muzzle angular and neck slim, delicate mossy ridges kissed with summer's brightness. Spars longer than might suit her build are brushed with the soft stripes of marsh reeds, her pale sails light and gauzy; almost see-through in places. Long limbs are a little on the thin side, her talons a dusty grey; the same shade to be found in cloud-like gatherings along the length of her tail.
>----------------------------------------------------------------------------< "Nice dragon, Sedark!" Teomitl calls, raising his hand at the young woman and her new boy. "Nice indeed!" More quietly, he grins at Ikaelya and says, "Yeah, maybe that's your pretty little green, right there. Maybe. Or," he adds, as a second one hatches, "it could be /that/ one, instead." Chava's twitching smile is knocked instantly off her face as the blue comes pummeling into the very person she was standing right next to. With a soundless gasp, the inhale dropping her jaw worse than the impressee, and she retreats with a flutter of white robe and loosening hair. Yamilet's head-swiveling lends to to miss Alisha`s impression until they`re being ushered off the sands. "What did she say her name was? Ugh, I missed it. Oh well." She head-turns some more to take in the remaining candidates and then out towards the blue. She sidesteps to avoid him, only to burst into a grin at Sedark. "Congratulations! Tsa-wha? That's a mouthful." Sedark pushes herself up, one hand resting on Tsaheyluth's neck for support, her own expression equally ardent. Then there's someone calling, a peripheral nuisance that she nevertheless follows off the sands. Beguiling Nightmare Green huff softly, her red eyes whirling faster as her shell remains particularly attached to her rather than falling away into the sands. She does not stop, however, as she makes her way towards the white robed figures. And Some By Virtue Fall egg shudders one more time, yet more multi-hued flakes of shell falling to the sands to gleam there brilliantly, no longer seeming black. Suddenly the egg stops, is still and just as suddenly, bursts into a million pieces as its blue occupant explodes out of it and rolls onto the sands to sprawl there, nose first and breathing hard. Hello world! >---< Quirky Investigator Blue >---------------------------------------------<
Deep, clear blue, almost unbroken in shade paints the solid form of this large dragonet. Broad-shouldered and large of paw, his shape is saved from boxiness by long limbs that lend proportion to his physique. A blunted snout and broad brow ridges lend a certain quirkiness to his face, framing intelligent, bright eyes that seem to take in every detail. The shimmer of light through colored glass touches his wingsails when his wings are spread, the only paler hue that infuses his hide. Too long for his body, his tail can be a menace as can the wideness of his wings, though both promise speed and strength in the skies as he grows into them.
>----------------------------------------------------------------------------< Ikaelya grins at Teomitl, "I wish it were as easy as just choosing one, alas it's the other way around." She continues to move from foot to foot almost ready to lean on Teomitl for both physical and mental support. "That dark green is a determined one though." She smiles as another blue hatches, "And maybe that one's yours Teo." Savannah's Sunlight Green at first hunkers down, slime-slick wings lifting awkwardly as she blinks, head turning in apparent bewilderment, taking in her surroundings. Cautiously she takes her first step, and her second, then with a sudden burst of speed darts to crouch near an egg not yet cracked. A peek around one side, and then the other, convinces her it's safe to continue onwards, her movements quick but uncertain as she begins her search. Chava slinks somewhere that isn't quite Yamilet's side, scanning the candidate's familiar silhouette alongside a shaky gaze that's cast across her shoulder. The other is pointed at a retreat as far from the sands as possible. But she doesn't take it, seeming to find as much comfort in knowing it's there. And having a nice wall of other bodies between her and whatever's happening. The heat of the Sands is beginning to stick those egg shards good and proper to the Beguiling Nightmare Green Hatchling's hide, her agitation and discomfort clearly rising. She dismisses a lanky boy who starts to reach out towards her, nudges her way past a particular large fragment of shell, then stops to eye the remaining Candidates before her. Not that one, not that one, but /that one/, the pale girl with the freckles. She's the one. And she's the one who gets her feet sat on and a quieter, pleading shriek. Yamilet watches Sedark and her new blue get ushered off, turning back to many more hatched dragons. The green with her shell seemingly still connected lures her attention above the others and she grins to herself. "She /is/ pretty," she croons to no one in particular, though it seems to hang on the end of Teomitl's remark. There's a smile for Chava, an attempt at silent moral support. Upon a Pebbled Shore Egg shivers faintly and stills, dislodging sand from its base. Then again with more strength, sides undulating with the movement of the new life within. Ikaelya nods in agreement with Teomitl's assessment, "Yeah definitely nervous, though pretty too. And there's no way I'm yelling anything on the sands, that's never a good idea." Left foot, right foot, left foot... she keeps em moving so they don't burn. "Shouldn't be much longer if they all choose as quickly as the first three..." And then the green is there, and there are tears in her eyes, "Suffranth? Yes, I'll fix everything for you." V'rel has returned just in time to witness Suffranth's choice, moving swiftly towards Ikaelya. "Follow me, weyrling," is spoken warmly, congratulations in his voice as he turns to direct them from the sands. Ikaelya nods to V'rel and heads off the sands with Suffranth following her regally. After spending some time investigating everything on the sands and checking out every candidate, barely able to keep still, the Quirky Investigator Blue comes to a screeching halt before a brown-haired young woman with a warm smile and lets out an audible croon before trotting forward to butt his head fondly into her hip. Teomitl clearly has good taste in friends; /everybody/ he likes has Impressed dragons that he had previously stated he thought was cool. "Suffranth, huh? Pretty little green indeed. Good job, Ikae. She's hot stuff." And he's pretty excitable, bouncing on his heels now, but can anybody blame him? Agile despite her youth (or perhaps its merely the momentum she's gained carrying her along regardless), the Savannah's Sunlight Green Hatchling darts across the Sands, zigzagging along as if now she knows exactly who she's looking for. She eventually skids to a halt before a girl with chestnut hair and blue eyes, sending up a spray of sand as she reaches a stop. Chava begins taking very deep, concentrated breaths -- a ploy that seems to work, until her gaze escapes her for the very first glimpse of those viewing stands, with people angled so perfectly to stare right down on them. The discipline rolls right out of her so strong, that she shoots a look at Yamilet with an unrestrained, "I-- " /Bump/. Wait, what. Color drains from her face as she stands, guilt painted on her like when someone's said her name. A disoriented glance around eventually leads down. To blue hide, and: "..." The returning assistant weyrlingmaster hustles towards Chava and Khevreth, looking concerned at the paleness of the girl's features. "This way," is spoken gently, ready to lead them from the sands. Upon a Pebbled Shore Egg shivers one last time and stills, its sides sinking inward, as if its occupant is taking a final deep breath before facing the light. A long, pale bronze snout slowly noses its way out of the deep crack on the egg's side, but it takes a few more moments of persistent nuding before the shell falls away to reveal a small, spindly mist-cloaked bronze who sits in the ruins of his egg contemplating the scene before him. >---< Measured Meanderings Bronze >------------------------------------------<
Small and slender, this bronze dragonet might almost pass for a brown based on size and the lightness of his hide, but the subtle sheen of metal gleams along his flanks and down spindly legs putting to rest any possible color confusion. High brow ridges sweep back from an elongated snout creating an impression of alertness and understanding and taper off into elegantly turned head knobs. Pearl-touched bronze cloaks the curve of his neck and drapes across his back where the dark crumbling edges of ancient ruins mark out the line of his wings and the fiery kiss of the sunrise banishes foggy pallor, reflecting the rich burnished tones of a long-forgotten bronze goblet. Balanced wings, when extended reveal ash-toned undersides, darkness melting away slowly along the sinuous length of his tail.
>----------------------------------------------------------------------------< Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear Egg remains as quiet and still as it has been, the progress of hatchlings and the shattering of eggs prompting no reaction from within. Having contained herself so far, now Elaruth breaks from her rider's side and takes slow steps towards the egg, muzzle lowering to nose at it encouragingly. Nothing. And still nothing. Khevreth gazes up at Chava adoringly and nudges at her side again, capering a little in place. Where are they off to next? Having been largely distracted by Chava's impression, Teomitl almost didn't notice the bronze hatch -- and then he almost misses Elaruth's fussing over the egg in order to say to, at this point, no one in particular, "Tiny little fellow! Pretty cute, actually," and then he sees Elaruth, and his face falls, a little. Chava's head raises stiffly to find the weyrlingmaster, bashful and shrinking. She manages a little shake of her head, contrary to the hurried steps she takes to follow the instructions-- the better to get off the sands. Flustered, concerned glances are also hers; they're directed towards that bundle of blue affection that seems to be coming with her. Yamilet looks terrified as the sunlight green darts for her, and gets showered by sand. Some sputtering and spitting of sand out of her mouth later, and Yamilet happily delights in repeating: "Ivwynoth." And then again: "Ivwynoth." It's likely by the determined look of the green hatchling that the pair ever get headed in the direction of the assistant weyrlingmaster, Yamilet herself too absorbed in some inner dialogue (or shock) to glance behind her. V'rel approaches Yamilet and Ivwynoth, extending his hand to indicate the direction off the sands as he says, "This way, if you would." Measured Meanderings Bronze considers his environs with deliberate care, head tilted up to take in the angle of the light that falls from glows clustered along the walls. Finally, he gives himself a little shake and stretches up to all four paws, extends his tail and wings like one waking from a long sleep and starts to roam the sands, taking his time to absorb all of these new sights, sounds, and oh yes, the young people standing in a circle around him and the others. Teomitl raises his fingers to his mouth to whistle for Yamilet and Ivwynoth, and realizes at nearly the last minute that /whistling/ is probably not the best possible move on the sands -- so, instead, he sends them a salute, and keeps rocking on his heels, trying to take in the various names of dragon and rider pairs, muttering them under his breath while all the while trying to keep track of Everything Going On At Once. The long search is over and the Measured Meanderings Bronze finally turns his steps toward a lanky young man with a shaggy mop of dark hair. There's no rush even now it seems, as the pale-hued bronze makes his way over, though his focus never wavers from his goal. Finally, he comes to a halt before his chosen candidate and flips his wings open, curving one lightly around the youth. His. ... So much for watching the entire sands; Teomitl's vision is somewhat obscured now by something from behind him causing him to turn his head. And then it's a lot more than just something behind him, even though the physical presence is /there/ -- "Sounds good to me," he says, grinning much more foolishly than he's ever done before, and that's saying a lot. "Chalmecath." Then, louder, for the galleries: "This is /Chalmecath/, folks!" A quick look around and the assistant weyrlingmaster heads over to T'mitl and Chalmecath. "Right this way," waiting to have their attention before turning to lead them from the sands. With seven of the eight eggs hatched and the last still unmoving, the Weyrleader steps forward to address the remaining Candidates, reminding them that they may stay on at the Weyr if they wish. Some cast longing looks towards the unhatched egg, which now sits in the circle of Elaruth's forearms, almost hidden from view. A few linger, waiting and waiting more to see if anything will happen, but are herded away sooner rather than later, leaving Hattie to comfort her queen and T'rev and Mecaith to take the egg Between. Despite the sadness, there are seven new riders and now ten weyrlings in total at Fort: time to celebrate as best as can be! T'rev retreats from the sands with Mecaith and their unhatched burden, shoulders a bit bowed by the task. He'll turn up later, a bit more reserved than usual to perform the usual hand-shakings and greetings. |
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