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Boom! Goes The Egg. Goes BOOM! Literally. It doesn’t shiver for long before it simple explodes outwards in a million tiny sparkling pieces. Left behind is a splay-legged brown who shakes his head a few times like he can’t quite figure out what just happened. Finally he picks up his feet and goes sliding along through the sands, stopping here and there to investigate. Shells. Other hatchlings. Oh hey /people/. They all get scrutinized but only one holds his attention turning a questioning creel into a happy croon as the pair walk off together. | Boom! Goes The Egg. Goes BOOM! Literally. It doesn’t shiver for long before it simple explodes outwards in a million tiny sparkling pieces. Left behind is a splay-legged brown who shakes his head a few times like he can’t quite figure out what just happened. Finally he picks up his feet and goes sliding along through the sands, stopping here and there to investigate. Shells. Other hatchlings. Oh hey /people/. They all get scrutinized but only one holds his attention turning a questioning creel into a happy croon as the pair walk off together. | ||
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Darkness shifts on the surface of the You May Be Eaten By A Grue Egg, in places seeming to go blacker than black, in others reflecting light that can dazzle. Snap! Was that the opening and shutting of massive jaws? No, just the shell breaking in two to release a blue the color of midnight onto the sands, rolling and rolling and coming to a dizzy sprawled stop in the middle of a bunch of candidates. He looks up and croons sweetly though, impression made the moment he finds the right pair of eyes in the group. | Darkness shifts on the surface of the You May Be Eaten By A Grue Egg, in places seeming to go blacker than black, in others reflecting light that can dazzle. Snap! Was that the opening and shutting of massive jaws? No, just the shell breaking in two to release a blue the color of midnight onto the sands, rolling and rolling and coming to a dizzy sprawled stop in the middle of a bunch of candidates. He looks up and croons sweetly though, impression made the moment he finds the right pair of eyes in the group. | ||
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A piece of shell blows right off of the Ancient Patterned Metal Egg, and then it seems to implode within itself, leaving the startled green within tangled in her own limbs, and blinking owlishly around her. Goodness! She manages to compose herself enough to get on her feet within a few moments, and then she darts off across the sands in quite the tizzy, until tall Ebeny, nearly twenty-five turns old, attracts her attention: Impression is a certainty. “Laurienth!” she cries out, ecstatic. | A piece of shell blows right off of the Ancient Patterned Metal Egg, and then it seems to implode within itself, leaving the startled green within tangled in her own limbs, and blinking owlishly around her. Goodness! She manages to compose herself enough to get on her feet within a few moments, and then she darts off across the sands in quite the tizzy, until tall Ebeny, nearly twenty-five turns old, attracts her attention: Impression is a certainty. “Laurienth!” she cries out, ecstatic. | ||
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HRW Clutch 29/NPCs
Brown
Boom! Goes The Egg. Goes BOOM! Literally. It doesn't shiver for long before it simple explodes outwards in a million tiny sparkling pieces. Left behind is a splay-legged brown who shakes his head a few times like he can't quite figure out what just happened. Finally he picks up his feet and goes sliding along through the sands, stopping here and there to investigate. Shells. Other hatchlings. Oh hey /people/. They all get scrutinized but only one holds his attention turning a questioning creel into a happy croon as the pair walk off together.
Mai and Green Quesath
There are a few more random, peculiar shapes to be seen upon the Random Peculiar Shapes Egg, as pieces go flying off in all directions under the less-than-tender ministrations of the hatchling within. The seafoam-shaded green within hurtles free, leaping instantly into the kind of wobble-legged walk so commonly seen amongst the newly hatched. It takes her almost no time at all to make her way directly into the waiting grip of her chosen one, the smallest, daintiest girl amongst the candidates falling to her knees in exultant delight as her breath catches. It takes her a few tries to get her mind around it all, and then: "Quesath, of course I'll be your Mai."
Green
Undulating in place the Peril From The Skies Egg looks like it's either going to fall over or throw up. Ultimately though what happens is that the top blows right off the thing and /then/ a pair of legs come out. Backwards. Butt first. And brilliantly green. The hatchling shakes the rest of the egg off and pulls her goo-drippy nose out of the shell, turns to look this way and bounds forward without hesitation to pick /her/ weyrling out of the lineup. With a sneeze that decorates a white robe liberally with yolky splatters.
Benden Girl and Brown
In a relatively impressive burst of yellow shards, the Prankster's Stash Egg collapses in on itself, leaving behind a honeyed-brown hatchling wobbling on one foot. Righting himself, he dashes forward, one wing tangling with the other until he ends, ultimately, tumbling to the sands at the foot of a girl from Benden Hold. She breathes his name so softly that even the girl next to her has to strain to hear. Teary eyed, the girl keeps one hand on her brown all the way off the sands.
Blue (became Laghnei and Cerzoth)
Darkness shifts on the surface of the You May Be Eaten By A Grue Egg, in places seeming to go blacker than black, in others reflecting light that can dazzle. Snap! Was that the opening and shutting of massive jaws? No, just the shell breaking in two to release a blue the color of midnight onto the sands, rolling and rolling and coming to a dizzy sprawled stop in the middle of a bunch of candidates. He looks up and croons sweetly though, impression made the moment he finds the right pair of eyes in the group.
M'kenos and blue Behranth
Bounce Off Ceiling, Hit Floor, Jam Door, Ding! Dead Egg has been doing rather less bouncing as mere shaking, back and forth, back and forth, until the blue inside finally breaks free, and tumbles to the sand. He trips quite a few times before, finally, he lifts his head to see former Sailor Markenos, and then tumbles towards him. "Behranth," yells M'kenos, triumphant. "Behranth!"
Blue
The Housewife's Revenge Egg and the Straight From The Snowasis Egg smack right into each other as their individual wobblings bring them closer and closer together. The resulting flurry of shards makes it hard to know which hatchling comes from which, as each barrels off in a different direction. The blue finds his chosen rider quite quickly, though his green sister is more picky in finding hers.
Green
The Housewife's Revenge Egg and the Straight From The Snowasis Egg smack right into each other as their individual wobblings bring them closer and closer together. The resulting flurry of shards makes it hard to know which hatchling comes from which, as each barrels off in a different direction. The blue finds his chosen rider quite quickly, though his green sister is more picky in finding hers.
Girl and Green
Peeling apart like the apple it looks so like, the Deathly Fruit Egg has time for one final shake only before the green within succeeds in her quest for freedom. She takes her time, shaking egg goo from her wings and coordinating her limbs, before she begins her progress across the sands, instantly narrowing in upon the girl of her choice. With arms flung about her neck, she bellows her triumph, and then the newest pair are marshalled from the sands in tandem.
Young Man and Brown (became H'kon and Arekoth)
Jupiter's Revenge Egg splits apart, as if by one of the bolts of lightning visible upon the shell. Left behind is a sandy brown hatchling who seems, at first, completely unable to bring himself to actually get up and move. Finally, though, he wobbles towards his feet, and teeters off towards the nearest group of candidates, where, coming to an awkward stop, he finds a young man who fits just right.
Ebeny and green Laurienth (became a PC)
A piece of shell blows right off of the Ancient Patterned Metal Egg, and then it seems to implode within itself, leaving the startled green within tangled in her own limbs, and blinking owlishly around her. Goodness! She manages to compose herself enough to get on her feet within a few moments, and then she darts off across the sands in quite the tizzy, until tall Ebeny, nearly twenty-five turns old, attracts her attention: Impression is a certainty. "Laurienth!" she cries out, ecstatic.
