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K'del at 05:00, 25 October 2015

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K'del: I'm forgetting everyone today, sorry!

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I'm forgetting everyone today, sorry!

K'del: Created page with "{{Log |who=Ellerey, Jocelyn, L'ton, Lys, N'klas, Pia, Quinlys, S'rin, Silva, T'gar, Telavi, V'ret |what=During the hatching, baby dragons are adorable. |where=Weyrling Barrack..."

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Created page with "{{Log |who=Ellerey, Jocelyn, L'ton, Lys, N'klas, Pia, Quinlys, S'rin, Silva, T'gar, Telavi, V'ret |what=During the hatching, baby dragons are adorable. |where=Weyrling Barrack..."

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 Will the alert, smooth, unsettling Virisceth ever fall asleep? Even now, with her belly full and hide oiled, the dark green's eyes are wide open and swirling a lazy blue with hints of reddish-orange in the occasional facet. Perhaps unsettlingly, it it -she- who slowly steps away from Ellerey, moving directly to -her- choice of couches...the one right beside her golden sister's. At this point, the only sound she's making comes from the soft click of rear talons and the even breaths she draws. And Ellerey? -She's- finally grabbed a hold of herself, and is nodding grimly to her lifemate as she follows. And, within a few heartbeats of curling up on her chosen bit of stone, the green's suddenly out like a lightbulb. And Ellerey, still charged with the deeply mixed feeligs about her Impression, heads out to the Healers to get her wounds checked up on again.
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 |log=One-armed J'vain escorts Torlynna and her green into the barracks saying, "We'll get you some meat for her, all right? Congratulations, greenrider." Inside the barracks, the weyrlings from Niahvth's clutch are waiting, some excited and some more truculent; the same can equally be said for their dragons.

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 Watch this all, because this is the ''only'' time anyone will ever see Silva drop all pretese of staying pretty and kneeling on the floor. Her hands press against her face as she is pale with worry, "What do I do! He cut himself! Oh shells, he's going to be okay right? Zaisy, you're going to be okay?" Her voice is going to get annoying really quick.
-"Well, you'll like this too, because it squishes around everywhere and gets the juice everywhere," Lys advices the green, bringing a hand to absently stroke down her back as she eats. "No," to Tela is quick, "Haven't," is almost a question to L'ton, before "Hi," which would be appropriate even if she had met him before. Her eyes are drawn toward the yelling and she makes a disgusted sort of face before looking away, eyes briefly finding Jocelyn and her new lifemate for the first time. Her reaction pinches her face together, trying not to smile or laugh or both, only not succeeding because there are too many emotions to try to rein in now. She probably just seems another kind of crazy now.
+"Well, you'll like this too, because it squishes around everywhere and gets the juice everywhere," Lys advises the green, bringing a hand to absently stroke down her back as she eats. "No," to Tela is quick, "Haven't," is almost a question to L'ton, before "Hi," which would be appropriate even if she had met him before. Her eyes are drawn toward the yelling and she makes a disgusted sort of face before looking away, eyes briefly finding Jocelyn and her new lifemate for the first time. Her reaction pinches her face together, trying not to smile or laugh or both, only not succeeding because there are too many emotions to try to rein in now. She probably just seems another kind of crazy now.
 In response? Aidavanth's pleasure is tangible, her ''mmm-mmm'' thoughts extending out towards her clutchmates and most especially to her Jocelyn; yes, this is exactly what she needed. ''Needs''. << This is the ''good stuff'', >> she announces, brightly.

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 L'ton has taken over from the blue weyrling at chopping more meat for the incoming weyrling dragons. He's filling pails for other people to take out to the new Impressees. Meanwhile, his ''dragon'' is walking around the barracks like he owns the place and going forward to greet each new arrival.
-Inaevyth dances in by Lys, following the weyrlingmaster's direction to the barracks with an unerring obedience. Here, here, come ''here''! Her urgency towards Lys manifests quite loudly on a mental level, reaching out to every dragon present.
+Evyth dances in by Lys, following the weyrlingmaster's direction to the barracks with an unerring obedience. Here, here, come ''here''! Her urgency towards Lys manifests quite loudly on a mental level, reaching out to every dragon present.
 Telavi jots down ''something'' for Silva's dragonet's name, anyway, though it might look awfully like a scribble; meanwhile, Nik-- N'klas, now-- talks back and forth with his dragon, hardly any of it really coherent syllables. She'll deal with him later. "Silva, like 'silver' but all drawl-y? No, no gloves; it's horrible, it gets under your fingernails something ''fierce''. But wash him really well before you get the oil on, or else he will itch, itch ''more'' I mean, it'll be furious."
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 S'rin is certainly having some trouble keeping up with Quarinth, "Wait, wait!" He insists, before reaching for some of the meat to give it to that hungry mouth. "Make sure you chew it, alright?" He admonishes, lest the blue get too eager to do that.
-Inaevyth is jolted out of her fixation on finding something to placate that deep growl in her tummy and quite, literally, following her nose to what smells delicious. << You're ''crying'', >> she knows what crying is, she's quite good at figuring words out from Lys's own head. << Why are you crying? No no, no no, stop crying, see? I'm here and we're together, what else could be better? >> The idea weeping could be a good thing is, however, something the little green does not understand. That and dialing her voice down several notches so the whole world does not hear.
+Evyth is jolted out of her fixation on finding something to placate that deep growl in her tummy and quite, literally, following her nose to what smells delicious. << You're ''crying'', >> she knows what crying is, she's quite good at figuring words out from Lys's own head. << Why are you crying? No no, no no, stop crying, see? I'm here and we're together, what else could be better? >> The idea weeping could be a good thing is, however, something the little green does not understand. That and dialing her voice down several notches so the whole world does not hear.
 Quinlys follows the very last of the weyrlings into the barracks, pausing near the entrance to exchange a few quiet words with one of her assistants. Then, she reaches in to grab another bucket of meat, escorting her way around and offering assistance and advice as she goes.
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 Just forget about Ellerey, please. Honestly, *please*. She's being bandaged up around legs and torso, while shakily trying to feed her feral green lifemate some meat. Virisceth hisses in agitation, plucks the gobbet from her human's hand - almost with a finger attached - and savages it before gobbling it down.
-Inaevyth does not ''suffer'' the embrace. She relishes it, her plushy pliable body warm in Lys's arms. Her heart beats. Her veins thrum with ichor. Her hide, sleek from being just hatched is starting to be less so, but she still ''smells'' like a dewy spring morning. And then her belly rumbles loudly, ruining the moment.
+Evyth does not ''suffer'' the embrace. She relishes it, her plushy pliable body warm in Lys's arms. Her heart beats. Her veins thrum with ichor. Her hide, sleek from being just hatched is starting to be less so, but she still ''smells'' like a dewy spring morning. And then her belly rumbles loudly, ruining the moment.
 Eventually Zaisyreth, even as small as he is, gets too heavy for Silva to keep holding. "I'm so sorry," but she gently puts him down upon the gound. The blue doesn't keep his voice quiet, as waving grass sweeps gently under a pure blue sky. << It is all well. My mouth is a little bigger though. >> A gentle push for something a little more substantial please? Maybe? As he arranges himself on the ground, keeping his tail wrapped loosely around Silva, his head settles on the ground to watch the others. Nope, no biting from him.
-Lys's weeping briefly increases and the hug tightens before she lets go. It's really Tela's voice that has her getting up. "Tela," is relief, ''distraction'' and she swallows hard the rest of those happy feelings that are proving so unmanageable. "Inaevyth," is said with quiet pride and adoration, "this is my friend, Telavi. She and Solith are going to be our teachers," is explained as her hand reaches to rub across the little green's head. "She's hungry," is addressed to the assistant as a request for direction.
+Lys's weeping briefly increases and the hug tightens before she lets go. It's really Tela's voice that has her getting up. "Tela," is relief, ''distraction'' and she swallows hard the rest of those happy feelings that are proving so unmanageable. "Evyth," is said with quiet pride and adoration, "this is my friend, Telavi. She and Solith are going to be our teachers," is explained as her hand reaches to rub across the little green's head. "She's hungry," is addressed to the assistant as a request for direction.
 Quarinth is tired? No he's not. He's *hungry*. The intrepid blue shakes his wings a little - nevermind his small stagger - to show he's just fine, his whip-like tail suddenly snaking around S'rin's calf and trying to tug him closer. Oh, okay: slower, then. He's not much for slow, really, so, in the end, the next hanks of meat are only accepted eagerly, instead of automatically bolted down, chewed a couple of times, then ingested.
-Telavi practices such things; she can copy Lys's, "Inaevyth," with nary a stumble and bright eyes to boot. "Oh, ''lovely''." The writing of the name, that's more phonetic. "We have food over ''here'', chopped the teensiest bits for the littlest ones, and I'm so ''glad''," she directs them as best she can. "Wash after, and oil, and sleep, and... I'm so ''happy'' you're happy." She'll have to see to other weyrlings in a moment, but surely she can steal this one now.
+Telavi practices such things; she can copy Lys's, "Evyth," with nary a stumble and bright eyes to boot. "Oh, ''lovely''." The writing of the name, that's more phonetic. "We have food over ''here'', chopped the teensiest bits for the littlest ones, and I'm so ''glad''," she directs them as best she can. "Wash after, and oil, and sleep, and... I'm so ''happy'' you're happy." She'll have to see to other weyrlings in a moment, but surely she can steal this one now.
 "Weird feeling around your toes, " Jocelyn repeats aloud, wiggling her own toes automatically in sympathetic response. "That - hang on. We'll find a way to fix it after you're satisfied here." So there's another handful presented, every bit as carefully as the first, until Aidavanth's rate of consumption slows to a halt. "Quite the itch, " she mutters as she ineffectually scrapes the sole of her shoe against the floor, glancing quickly around for the nearest - something. "Oil, " is the first brisk word out of her mouth when she next makes eye contact with someone on the weyrlingmaster staff. "I think. Her feet - " And there's another wiggle of her own.
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 Aidavanth's toes wiggle (hey, that's kind of fun! And isn't it ''great'' not to be inside an egg anymore? There's so much ''space''!) experimentally. Of course, the meat is good, too; actually, life in general seems good, as she shares, cheerfully, with the rest of her clutchmates. Hi!
-Inaevyth chirrups, struggling to keep up her high spirits but failing in light of the deepening growl. Growl, here her growl! And then a bucket appears attached to L'ton's hand and a brief smile for the weyrling Lys. It's set down by the green who dives her nose into it with a delicious smacking, like she's slurping up the meat rather than chewing. "Easy there," he warns both Inaevyth and Lys.
+Evyth chirrups, struggling to keep up her high spirits but failing in light of the deepening growl. Growl, here her growl! And then a bucket appears attached to L'ton's hand and a brief smile for the weyrling Lys. It's set down by the green who dives her nose into it with a delicious smacking, like she's slurping up the meat rather than chewing. "Easy there," he warns both Evyth and Lys.
 V'ret takes his time about selecting pieces of meat from those provided, and though Zoth takes hold of the first with a great and passionate fervor, as his hunger is sated the feeding process is able to become considerably more routine. "Don't worry, I'll keep my hands to myself--ah, is that all right?" His attention has quickly been diverted back, but it must be fine, just a momentary trouble with a gristly bit.
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 Torlynna looks over at the sound of all the hissing and snarling and the wounded new weyrling and her dragon. "Are you alright?" She asks Ellerey, glancing from her around to all the weyrlingmasters who seem a bit overwhelmed with the task of so many new pairs to set up. "She seems--um--is she ok? I didn't think they were suposed to do that after they impressed." Because that's a little scary.
-Inaevyth's tongue lolls around the bucket, stilling suddenly at the directive from above. Her bloodstained muzzle lifts and she looks up and up at Lys in a cross between comical ''woops'' and meek acceptance. << Chew. But I ''liked'' how it felt on my tongue. >> Her head disappears into the bucket again and two fore paws come up to try and pin the bucket in place as she catches a cut piece of meat in between her jaws and lifts it out to start chewing.
+Evyth's tongue lolls around the bucket, stilling suddenly at the directive from above. Her bloodstained muzzle lifts and she looks up and up at Lys in a cross between comical ''woops'' and meek acceptance. << Chew. But I ''liked'' how it felt on my tongue. >> Her head disappears into the bucket again and two fore paws come up to try and pin the bucket in place as she catches a cut piece of meat in between her jaws and lifts it out to start chewing.
 As if Aidavanth's itch had caused the emotion to rise within Zaisyreth, the sensation of being itchy runs down the link to Silva. But unlike the newely made gold Weyrling, Silva doesn't have a clue what it means. It's okay. The blue has a clue about his own body and those wickly sharp talons reach around to scratch at his hide. Wickly sharp and newly-born soft don't go together and the movement leaves behind a thin green line against the pale white-blue. Pain is a new sensation to them both and Silva freezes, looking at it runing down to the ground. "What... what... what, help!" She is just gon to yell in high-pitched panic.
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 Telavi swallows and does ''not'' let her own voice get high in reaction to Silva's, not even with all those emotions the baby dragons are throwing around; "Yes," she says ''very calmly'', even before she's crouched for a better look. "He'll be fine. Settle down before you upset him; that's just a little thing, so press it with your fingers so the bleeding stops. It should be soon anyway. Was it his claws, or someone else's?"
-Ruiyath comes up behind L'ton and studies Inaevyth curiously. "Aye, lad, she is quite a little lady," says the rider of the barely bigger bronze. "L'ton. Bronze Ruiyath's. I slept a night in the barracks, close to the door, since those were the only cots left."
+Ruiyath comes up behind L'ton and studies Evyth curiously. "Aye, lad, she is quite a little lady," says the rider of the barely bigger bronze. "L'ton. Bronze Ruiyath's. I slept a night in the barracks, close to the door, since those were the only cots left."
-Inaevyth's initial chewing is reluctant, the forced set of her jaws quickening as the meat squishes in a delicious fashion. Oh, her rider is so very smart to know this. The first piece is gone ''like that'' and the second follows quickly thereafter.
+Evyth's initial chewing is reluctant, the forced set of her jaws quickening as the meat squishes in a delicious fashion. Oh, her rider is so very smart to know this. The first piece is gone ''like that'' and the second follows quickly thereafter.
 << You got it, buster. >> Is that a small wink from one of those blue and red eyes? Quarinth is all caught up in the 'itch,' now, however, and he's wobble-moving over towards the oil pots with *his* bestest buddy, his tail lashing a littl again, while the blue tries to also rub whatever part of him is closest on S'rin.
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 Quinlys opens her mouth. "Oh-- just go back to your dragon. ''Go''." She's not scowling. She's just... ''tired''. Flustered? Who even knows.
-Inaevyth's enjoyment of the meat gives Lys a whole new layer to the veritable glow of good feeling that she has. She looks away from her lifemate, though that hand still glides down her back, to find the young man again. "Well met, you and Ruiyath both," she pronounces with unusual care. "This is Inaevyth. I'm Lys. Was Lya-- Lycinea, that is." She squints at him a little, "Have I seen you before then?" Perhaps since. "You look familiar." Who can say why.
+Evyth's enjoyment of the meat gives Lys a whole new layer to the veritable glow of good feeling that she has. She looks away from her lifemate, though that hand still glides down her back, to find the young man again. "Well met, you and Ruiyath both," she pronounces with unusual care. "This is Evyth. I'm Lys. Was Lya-- Lycinea, that is." She squints at him a little, "Have I seen you before then?" Perhaps since. "You look familiar." Who can say why.
 S'rin scrunches his nose, "Is that what I sound like?" He wonders idly, and then sits so he can allow for Quarinth can rest his head on his lap should he choose to. Reaching for one of the paddles he looks like he doesn't know at all what he's doing and just smears some on the blue in far thicker swathes than is necessary. "Does that feel better?"

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 {{Log
-|who=Ellerey, Jocelyn, L'ton, Lys, N'klas, Pia, Quinlys, S'rin, Silva, T'gar, Telavi, V'ret
+|who=Ellerey, Jocelyn, L'ton, Lys, N'klas, Pia, Quinlys, S'rin, Silva, T'gar, Telavi, Torlynna, V'ret
 |what=During the hatching, baby dragons are adorable.
 |where=Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr