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Post by Boobalicious on May 6, 2008 6:02:27 GMT -5
Fascinated wasn’t a bad word for it; so caught up in the goings on around him was Jevorin, he completely missed the hatching of the queen… and his own dragon. However, he turned to look at whatever it was the crowd was oohing and aahing over just as something brown barreled up to him and knocked him back onto the scorching sands. Unable to move after having the wind so knocked out of him, the newly-made weyrling lie dazed on the sand until its heat began to scorch his back. After that, he squirmed back to his knees at least, where the burn was not so bad. Since Surroulath had wanted to know what was going on, Jevorin—or J’rin, as he was now called—answered the brown without a second thought.
“There are strangers on the Sands… Impressing the hatchlings.” At first his behavior left one wondering whether Impression left him strangely unphased or if it simply had yet to sink in. The brown hatchling’s eyes whirled as he turned his head to look in the direction that His was looking. The odd thing was that Surroulath didn’t seem any more phased than the boy. No demands for food or attention were forthcoming… at least not right away. There was some measure of slight fascination within the hatchling as well, though it was debatable as to whether it was his own or his rider’s.
But finally, Surroulath’s hunger got the better of his patience and he butted His again, sending him sprawling back onto the hot sand. Really, Mine, strangers or no, your Surroulath is starving! Will you let him waste away? The brown threw a pitiful creel into the mix, and it was then that J’rin seemed to really notice him. Brown eyes grew wide at the sight of the dragonet crouched patiently by his side, the tip of his tail still flicking slowly.
“Of course… forgive me, Surroulath!”
You are forgiven! Where is the food? The little brown nudged His, though this time it seemed to be more of an attempt to help him up than to knock him down. Even without the help, J’rin was quick to scramble to his feet. Now that Surroulath had his attention, it would go nowhere else for quite some time, and it was obvious from the way that J’rin led the brown toward the feeding tables without looking anywhere else that he had found something far more fascinating than strangers Impressing their dragons.
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Post by Yakura on May 6, 2008 15:18:08 GMT -5
Q'in smiled graciously at the newcomers, offering his own greeting in turn, though there was still a slight air of coolness about him. Despite himself, he was curious. Why were these people here? Although Liyanna was tense, she was treating them courteously enough, which meant that they were guests. Designated guests. They had been brought to Sanctum for a reason, then, and it must have been a reason that Q'in was unable to deduce, for he kept his face carefully calm while inspecting them, his blue eyes bright and watchful.
Liyanna gestured for him to stay, though Q'in would have did just that had she not requested his presence. He hardly felt safe at all with these riders, for he had been raised in this region, which meant that he was unaccustomed to strangers, especially other riders. He groped through his memory for any information he had on High Reaches Weyr and finally gave up. He hadn't put much time into studying what little information there was on other Weyrs, though he was more than likely willing to do so now.
Q'in dared a glance away from the strangers, though only for a second, to watch the pace of the hatchlings. Another one had Impressed to those in the Stands, which Q'in found stranger and stranger. Four out of four. That hardly rang of coincidence at all. Could they have been Searched for just such a purpose? Hiding his frown, Q'in turned back to V'lren and Rilanne, lips quirking in one of his common smiles. "I apologize on the behalf of the weather," he said warmly in an attempt to lighten the mood. "It is often much more pleasant here."
Romeath was silent, the bronze waiting patiently for anything to happen, asking Q'in for the occasional update on not only the Hatching but the strangers as well. He, like Q'in, was ill-at-ease about the fact that the four High Reaches strangers who were not riders had Impressed. If it meant that four dragons would live, well, that was better, he supposed. But that all lay on the outcome, after all.
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Krii watched with breathless anticipation as more eggs hatched, her gaze fixed intently on every single shell. Another egg hatched while the Smoke Green continued looking around in an attempt to find Hers, this time producing yet another blue. Krii watched with curiosity, her lips twitching down in a slight frown when the Ashes Blue moved towards the Stands yet again, gaze fixed on another of the strangers. It was another Impression, she knew, and turned pointedly away. What were all these strangers doing, Impressing to Sanctum dragons?
To divert her mind Krii focused more intently on the Hatching, for the Smoke Green had finally found Hers. Smiling to herself, Krii turned her gaze back to the eggs just in time to witness two more eggs hatching. This time Krii's breath truly was taken away as the Illusions Gold squeaked her alarm at her sudden hatching, urging her brown brother onward moments later. She would obviously be a gracious Queen, Krii thought with a heart-felt smile, hardly even noticing that the Mirage Brown had moved elsewhere, finding His relatively soon. The golden hatchling held all of Krii's attention for the moment and she watched eagerly, waiting for the Queenling to either make her choice or for more eggs to hatch.
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Symphony
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Post by Symphony on May 17, 2008 21:53:27 GMT -5
The young gold tilted her head as she looked around the crowd in interest. Her wings flared prettily and she started forward, only to have her interest captured by the sound of cracking behind her. Turning, the Illusions Gold watched as the Showstopper Egg shattered, a bronze rolling out to smash into the Pale Egg. The rest was extremely poor. The egg shattered and a tiny, almost white green wobbled out of it before falling forward. She wobbled, and the Showstopper Bronze backed away, his eyes whirling his surprise. The Illusions Gold shrieked and barreled across the sands toward the so-pale and so-small green, who was evidently badly injured from her forced hatching. Nudging her, the Illusions Gold crooned encouragingly, as if to try and help her clutchsister up... but to no avail. The little green made a sound somewhere close to a squeak... and then disappeared between to a chorus of keening.
Backing up, the Showstopper Bronze turned his head to look at the crowd. He started forward, but the Illusions Gold snapped at him irritably. Both dragons looked at one another for a moment before the bronze backed up, giving the gold first choice.
Raising her head, the Illusions Gold stalked silently across the Sands, her friendly demeanor quite diminished by her anger. Her eyes whirled and she prowled forward, a predator stalking prey. Behind her, the Reflection Egg had begun to crack and fall apart, green hide showing, but she was oblivious. Around she looked, before finally turning her gaze to Fariel. Then, the gold circled her and nudged her legs with her wedge shaped head, a show of affection if oddly placed. Farielmine, why was your Rozenwyth unable to save her clutchsister? Do you know, Farielmine? Do you know? Her wings flared and she crooned piteously. I tried, Farielmine, I did try. Garejalyth just hurt her too badly... Swiveling her head around accusingly, the Illusions Gold watched the Showstopper Bronze, who had backed up most effectively toward the clutch.
The Reflections Egg wobbled, twice more, before finally stilling. The green hide was plainly visible, but she did not seem too eager to break her shell. Left on the Stands was the Showstopper Bronze, who crooned weakly to himself before finally moving off to a boy at the back of the crowd...
[ * Replies as Liyanna will come later. ]
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Symphony
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Post by Symphony on May 17, 2008 21:54:43 GMT -5
Gold Rozenwyth Name: Rozenwyth Pronunciation: RAZZ en WITH Age: Hatchling Color: Gold Egg: Illusions Egg Clutch: Smoke & Mirrors Lineage: Gold Freseath & Bronze Ruinith Looks To: Fariel Physical Description: Elegant arching wings, a slender curve of neck, smooth and unmarred hide, perfectly formed head knobs -- Rozenwyth is the perfect picture of beauty and grace, even from the moment of her hatching. She is built slender and lean, long and thin, so that she will never possess the bulk of many dragons, though as far as length goes she will undeniably be a large dragon. Her wings are positively mammoth, a sure indicator to the size she will possess in adulthood, but they are long and slender which indicate that she will be more capable of twists and turns than many of her color. She has a long, slender tail that stretches a touch longer than it should to be proportioned perfectly with her body, but it is not an unattractive flaw; rather, her tail is more a physical quirk, and it acts as an impressive steering device in the air. Coupled with her large wings and streamlined build, Rozenwyth is built for powerful flights that will no doubt leave many impressed gawkers in her wake as well as star-struck bronzes desperate for her affections. This build will also make her surprisingly graceful on the ground, as though she moves with a fluid and powerful agility. Dainty and delicate are not words that would be used to describe this young gold; she is a predator and every movement she makes alludes to it, but there can be no denying that she is beautiful. On solid ground she is like a caged lion, pacing, elegant... and deadly; not to be underestimated. As far as coloring goes, the word gold truly does encompass every inch of this dragon. Rozenwyth's wings possess an edging of deep, molten gold, as if someone took the metal and melted it down into liquid before coating her hide. Her wingsails are far more pale, nearly translucent but possessing a metallic sheen no doubt worthy of her color. The basic coloring of her hide is dark goldenrod, far richer in color than her wingsails, and it spreads near perfectly from the tip of her snout to the end of her tail. Her underbelly, like her wingsails, is a much lighter shade, closer to hints of yellow in places, though not without the impressive metallic sheen that her color is known for. When light hits her hide, the brilliant fragments of gold metal shine like a second sun, eye-catching and even, at times, blinding... especially considering her impressive size. Rozenwyth is not a dragon that will ever be overlooked. Personality: Soft-spoken, polite, eloquent, reserved - these words all apply to Rozenwyth. While she is a queen and knows her rank and status, she is the kind of dragon who will acknowledge all colors with equal treatment. She is always polite, a firm believer in the idea that you accomplish more by being nice than demanding. She possesses a wisdom well beyond her age, and is an excellent source of advice, as she has a peculiar, almost human talent for looking at a situation from all angles before forming an opinion. As a result of this, Rozenwyth is an extraordinarily patient dragon, at times seeming to be impossible to phase, though anything could be further from the truth. Her exterior is always an image of calm composure, what people might have thought of when they imagined Ladylike were it a term applied to dragons. She has a regal air about her, a sense of confidence that exudes from every word, and this self-assurance bleeds into all that she does. She does not need to make rough demands of others, for she is superior to them by nature, and they should simply obey her politely worded requests. It is likely that most will too - as Rozenwyth is very persuasive, even without trying to be. In other words, Rozenwyth possesses an almost unnatural charisma that will draw others to her, and the fact that she is polite rather than demanding will make more dragons and riders appreciate her. In essence, Rozenwyth is a diplomat. This is a dragon who can organize things with surprising ease. Natural social skills come extremely easy to her, despite the fact that she privately sees herself as above it. She will be a rather talkative dragon, if only to her rider and other dragons. Rank means nothing to her, however, so she is as likely to talk to a green as she is a bronze depending on the circumstances and what she has to say. She is rather observant, too, and often knows more about other dragons and their riders in one meeting than another dragon would know in several and her memory is impressive, even for her color. Her biggest downfall comes from the fact that she is not very supportive of her rider if she thinks her rider is wrong - and she is more than happy to outright say what she thinks, after she has carefully analyzed the situation. Fariel will have to learn to accept that with Rozenwyth she has a completely unbiased judge, for better or for worse.
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Post by Rose on May 19, 2008 17:04:45 GMT -5
Fariel found it difficult to look away from the Gold hatchling, for all that she was telling herself that every dragon was important and deserved her attention. The little queen was just so elegant and regal as she started for the candidates.
In the next instant, the graceful image was shattered as a bronze burst out of his egg and staggered into another one, breaking it open. The change in the Gold was instant, and Fariel found herself taking an involuntary step back as she charged across the sands, screeching in anger at the bronze. She shivered at the sight of the Green crumpled over her eggshells, silently encouraging her along with the Gold. But it was too late. Fariel choked back tears as the Green gave a sad little squeak and blinked between.
She sucked in a gasp at the sound of the keening. It was the most terrible thing she had ever heard in her life, filled with sadness. She put her hands over her ears, but it couldn't block out the sound or stop the aura of sorrow that now lay over the entire Hatching Grounds. She bit her lip, determined to stay strong. Taking a deep breath, she took her hands away from her ears and looked back at the Gold, who was circling the candidates, almost as if she were hunting for her bonded. She swallowed dryly as the Gold neared her, circling her. She told herself that she was not afraid of anything, but she knew what a Gold hatchling could do to a person if she was upset.
But then the Gold nudged her legs, and Fariel was flooded with the strangest mix of emotions. Sadness and righteous anger, but combined with complete love and acceptance. Rozenwyth's beautiful voice, tinged with loss, was too much to handle. Fariel broke into tears as her beloved Rozenwyth begged to know why she had not been able to save her sister. At that moment, her brash nature was completely humbled.
Do you know?[/color] Fariel shook her head, unable to answer. "No..." She reached out, putting her arms around Rozenwyth and holding her tight, trying to comfort her. "I know you tried, love, but there was nothing you could do. It was beyond your control." She sniffed, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Rozenwyth gave a croon of dismay, nudging her rider again.
Please don't cry, mine,[/color] she insisted. She was still angry with Garejalyth, but she didn't want her rider to be upset. Fariel shook her head. "I'm not crying," she said, smiling through her tears. She didn't know why Rozenwyth had chosen her, but she knew that she partnership would be perfect. "Come on, aren't you hungry?" Keeping an arm around Rozenwyth, she led her knew lifemate off the sands, her tears breaking into a wide grin with each step.
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Post by tarra on Jun 8, 2008 11:51:33 GMT -5
Tarra No Thoth, we don't know their names, but they are a bronze and a blue - and they're here now, at the Weyrbowl.
Tarra lifted her head from her dragon's neck as the trumpet of the two strange dragons greeted her. Her clothes were already soaked through, her hair plastered against her neck, and she was wishing, once again, that Liyanna had not asked her to do this. Nonetheless, she blinked back rainwater as Suftath came in for a landing, wings beating hard for leverage against both rain and cold, sluggish air. The moment of contact was a lurch, and Tarra nearly fell off the water-wet neck of her green. She raised a brow at the sight of the blue rolling around, and reached for her dragon's mind.
Love, could you tell...
No need for that, they're very nice and are quite happy here.
Tarra nodded as she slid from her green's back and winced as she landed in the mud - there wasn't an inch of dry ground anywhere. She'd have to soak her boots in some very tough cleaning agents after this. Peering through the rain, she waved at the two strange dragons, trying to be friendly despite her awkwardness.
Um, love, could you ask them...never mind. Help me tell the strange dragons they are...unexpected but welcome to stay. We want them to stay around here, so...lets try to keep them engaged.
Suftath oblidged with a happy warble. Her rider, meanwhile, stared off miserably into the rain, wishing she were not alone with two strange dragons and a heavy downpour.
(OOC> Will post with S'kor & Morreliath as my muse returns...)
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Post by Yakura on Jun 8, 2008 14:29:57 GMT -5
The clumsy antics of the Showstopper Bronze drew Krii's attention away from the Queenling, eyes widening in dawning horror as the bronze's hatching took him on a direct path of collision with the Pale Egg. There was the sickening crack of shell giving way before flesh, and then flesh giving way before shell as a small, light green was forced out of her shell. There was no doubt that the poor creature was badly injured, for she fell to the ground moments later amid shrieks of terror from the Illusions Gold. The little green was too badly injured, though, and with a small cry disappeared into the cold of Between, never to be seen again.
Amidst the mournful keening of the dragons, the Hatching somehow resumed, though Krii's eyes remained fixed on the spot where the green had been moments before, the remnants of her shattered shell and rumpled sand the only sign of her existence. The hush over the Sands was almost overwhelming as Krii forced her gaze back to the matter at hand, just in time to see the little Queen move gracefully off towards another Candidate, the bronze waiting patiently, if not ashamedly. Another Impression made, Krii noted with a sense of growing hopelessness. No, make that two. The Showstopper Bronze had found His somewhere in the back of the crowd. Why were so many dragons moving towards those who were not Candidates? Krii frowned, slightly confused by this.
One egg left now, only one. Body stiffening with sudden anxiety, Krii forced herself to stare at the last egg, willing it to hatch. The Reflections Egg moved only slightly, whatever was within apparently failing to act enough to break free of the confining shell. There was only a faint sliver of green hide apparent through the narrow crack, obviously signifying what was within. Why wouldn't the little dragonet come out, then? Krii twisted a strand of hair around her finger in obvious worry, resisting the urge to bite her lip. Only one egg left, only one dragon left...
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Post by Missa on Jun 12, 2008 4:07:39 GMT -5
Thank you. Mine and I will join you.
It didn't occur to Thoth that His might like to get out of the rain, far too curious about the two strange dragons that they were supposed to look for. A bronze and a blue. Interesting. The cold didn't bother dragons, it was only Beka swearing at him that reminded him His was already drenched. Thoth I'm soaked through! Just take me to the weyr. If you are soaked, staying in the rain won't make a difference. Thoth teased gently, chuckling as Beka merely swore at him in response.
Landing gently in the weyrbowl, Thoth greeted all three quietly as Beka sat shivering on his neck. She was not going to talk to them, any of them, and Thoth was going to get the cold shoulder as well. This was torture, making her stay out in the rain. Ugh, and where dragons were, no doubt their riders would be too, shard it. She had to get down. Shove between Thoth. You love me too much to mean that.
Beka didn't reply, merely sliding down from Thoth's neck and yelping when she slipped in the mud, landing heavily on her backside. When she got out of this rain, she was having a long, hot bath. It wasn't that bad though, the mud would be gone quickly with how much rain was being dumped on everything. "I hate the rain." This comment might have been random, but it was a new discovery. Beka had newly decided that she hated rain, and mud and anything to do with the cold that left ehr shivering. If you like, you can stand under my wing. I'll keep you dry. What's the point? I'm already sharding wet.
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Post by wowposter on Oct 31, 2008 20:42:13 GMT -5
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