Clutch:42
| Gold Isyath x Bronze Riuscyth | |
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| Flight Date: | 17 January, 2012 / Day 8, Month 10, Turn 27 |
| Clutching Date: | 13 February, 2012 / Day 17, Month 13, Turn 27 |
| Hatching Date: | 25 February, 2012 / Day 25, Month 1, Turn 28 |
| Egg Theme: | That Which is Not What it Seems |
| Clutch Count: | 11 |
| Clutch Composition: | 2 bronze, 2 brown, 3 blue, 4 green |
| Time's Watchful Soul Bronze Adiulth | bronze | E'ten | |
| Molten Glass Bronze Vhaeryth | bronze | N'rov | |
| Weathered Galleon Figurehead Brown Kaimyth | brown | Magdesse | |
| Realm of Fire Blue Ginanguth | blue | A'ryk | |
| Twining Crystal Green Ryerith | green | Aislara | |
| Reyarith | brown | Estanei | (Insta) |
| Beyond The Blue Voaneth | blue | W'leri | (Insta) |
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Candidates: Avaryk, Eilene, Esten, Magdesse, Norov
Dragon Writers: Ali, Hattie, Sedark, T'mitl, T'elo
NPC Emits: Ali, Hattie, N'muir
Dragon Puppeteers: Ali, N'muir, Sedark, T'mitl
Blue and Older Candidate
Summoned Back Egg doesn't so much shatter as it does melt away down the slivers of gemstone green that slip across its shell. Flaking away, it collapses in on itself and its tiny occupant, the small blue within sinking down to the Sands as his home falls apart around him. For a few moments, he sits there, covered in egg shards, blinking bemusedly out across the Sands, before rising to journey not straight ahead, but behind pieces of shell to one of the older candidates standing not so far away, claiming them.
Decisive Green and Young Girl
Mechanical Egg is consumed by a million lines that splinter across the intricate design of its shell -but only one small fragment falls pathetically to the hot sands. The rest hesitates in a fragile condition, waiting until the right time to release its inhabitant. One can only be hatched once and so one must do so properly if one is to have the right start to life, shouldn't one? A single whirling eye looks out the peephole of its shell along the line of Candidates, surveying its potential lifemates until a chirrup signals readiness. Suddenly, the egg is shaken off by a very decisive green hatchling who plods gracelessly in the direction of a young girl.
Dark Green and Candidate
Puzzling Puffball Egg is demolished from within by two ambitious black feet wildly kicking at the shell that imprisons it. What's left in the shower of goop and egg shards is a woodsy, dark green hatchling sprawled on her back, those over-sized feet flailing aimlessly overhead. She pauses and turns her head to the line of Candidates. Oh! What's this? Excitement finds her huge feet beneath her, and she unsteadily staggers towards the bunch or tries anyhow. A short distance from the line, she stumbles and is sent sprawling with a piteous cry of surprise down upon the feet of her new lifemate.
Slender Brown and Candidate
Festive Confetti egg shivers and shivers and shivers and... finally tips backwards and sends a slender brown hatchling to the sands, all a whirl of limbs, wings and tail. Once he realises that the flapping of wings is not going to right him, he rolls onto his side, only to chirp and go very still. The one he's chosen is there before his paws touch sand and they work together to put him to rights and take first steps.
Blue and Candidate / Green and Candidate =
Heirloom of Doom Egg rocks in haunting rhythm, trapped by its shallow grave of hot sand. It sways to and fro, slowly but surely working away the edge of its sandy mound until it has enough space to really get some momentum going. It swings back and forth over and over, gaining momentum with each rock until it finally rolls hard enough to escape that little mound of sand that nurtured it while it matured. Hah! Freedom! The egg rolls wildly out of control for no more than a few seconds before careening into Windswept Miasma Egg with an audible CRACK. Like true brother and sister, both hatchlings a blue from Heirloom of Doom Egg and a green from Windswept Miasma Egg - explode out of their shells and immediately start squabbling. Once they spot the Candidates, it's a race to be the first to Impress, and it takes mere seconds of frantic screeching and scurrying about for both hatchlings to choose their lifemates. Good luck with those two, Weyrlingmaster and assistants.
K'varl and Green Zihanth
Illusory Correlation Egg finally gets to moving and shaking, but it doesn't take very long for the shell to crack completely. A small, pale green spills out onto the hot sands, taking a few moments to shakily stand. There's no hesitation or searching about - she heads right /past/ the candidates, and towards the galleries themselves. Some hopefuls in the galleries starts to move forward, but it is a young Bollian lad dressed in finery that Impresses the green soon after, while word starts to spread that the newest Fortian greenrider is indeed Lord Boll's grandson.
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