Norse Legends; Nayarath's Eggs are Hatching!

[Sparrow]

((Nice to finally see lots of peoples ^^))

All the eggs that hadn’t hatched yet were shaking now, a good sign in Nayarath’s opinion. As her golden daughter finally decided to struggle to her feet, the pastel Song egg’s shell split, revealing a large Tan. He gazed over the Candidate’s, then gave his eggshell a very long look. The Tan eventually scooped a smaller shard into his mouth and started towards the boys with it.

The slightly older Tan gave his new brother a friendly look, peered at the eggshell curiously, and then, having kept walking while inspecting what was happening behind him, stumbled into Sibari. Oh! Frithioth is sorry about that! He apologized quickly, nuzzling the boy. But at least I have found you, S’bri

The other Tan rumbled softly and trotted to Lyron. My eggshell says you’re the one I’m supposed to go to, L’ron. And Bragith agrees!

The Meadow egg cracked next, revealing a Green. She stumbled forwards, tripped over the Ripple egg, and paused to stare at it, wondering how such a thing could have ended up in her way. After giving a head a quick shake, she left it again though. The first Green of this clutch to do so, she headed for the boys.

The Ripple egg gave an especially violent wobble as the Green that had just tripped over it started away, and revealed another of the females. The Gold hatchling had made her way to the girls and this Green darted ahead, diving in front of her much larger sister only to bowl right into Kris.

Oh, there you are KrisMine! Asgarth found you! I am hungry now, and what is that great pounding outside? I don’t know if I like it or not. It doesn’t sound friendly. And I’m hungry! Where is the food? Will you feed me? I want to eat! As she talked, her tail writhed wildly and she got off her new lifemate only to start bouncing happily around her.

The Gold gave her hyper sibling a long look, not degrading, but not particularly friendly either, and then set to carefully inspecting each girl that hadn’t Impressed yet. She felt somewhat sure of who she wanted, but thought she would just double check before choosing the person that would be caring for her for life.

The Green that had gone to the boys had been not inspecting them, but wandering somewhat aimlessly among them. Oh, she knew who she wanted, but wasn’t sure how quickly she wanted to get there. There were so many other things to look at! Much more interesting things than these hot sands, all the humans, and all the eggs. Finally her winding path led her straight into the back of one boy. Hardly seeming to notice, she almost kept walking, but when she felt something that wasn’t sand under her feet, she paused.

What are you doing down there, Henerik? H’rik? Emblath doesn’t suppose that sand can be very comfortable against your skin! Compared to her green and thick hide, these humans looked quite light and weak. That odd white covering the Candidates were wearing didn’t look like it would have much effect either.

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Dragon Name and Color: Tan Frithioth
Name Origin: Frithiof was one of ancient Scandinavia’s greatest poets, his saga is often described as the ‘Iliad’ of Scandinavia.
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: A slight Tan, Frithioth is only 33 meters and everything about him seems almost dainty. Even the color of his hide seems to give out this illusion, being a pale and friendly shade of tan. Oddly, there is also a slight metallic tinge to him but it has the shine of antique items rather than being particularly bright and polished like the Bronzes and Golds.
Dragon Personality: Frithioth likes to find the good in everyone and is never one to insult someone, get angry, or even believe an insult someone else has given him. He will happily thank anyone for anything they say, whether it is telling him he’s uglier than a tunnelsnake or as great as the huge Bronzes. Frithioth is always willing to put in a good word for anyone too, and doesn’t like having those around him be angry. If anything irritates him, it is anger in his vicinity and Frithioth will do his best to kindly get rid of the feeling.
Color Code: palegoldenrod or EEE8AA

Dragon Name and Color: Tan Bragith
Name Origin: Bragi, god of poetry and song. He can be lofty, but is also said to be the interpreter of legends.
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: Bragith’s hide the color of wheat stalks, a dusty sort of tan, and speckled with darker shades of the same color. His stripes are more brown than black, but the change between the tan and the dark brown is very abrupt so they still stand out very nicely. A largish Tan, Bragith is about 42 meters.
Dragon Personality: Bragith is easily distracted by anything, and has an odd habit of putting life to everything he comes upon. He could easily hold out a long and deep conversation with a rock or a blade of grass or a meatroll, and seems to think that everything will return his comments. In his opinion, they really do and he likes telling others about the amazing things random items have been telling him. Even Thread is a subject for conversation, but at least he doesn’t seem to believe that he can talk the parasite into not killing everything.
Color Code: wheat or F5DEB3

Dragon Name and Color: Green Asgarth
Name Origin: Asgard, home of the Norse gods
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: Asgarth’s hide is the color of a healthy vegetable stalk or a fresh pea, and seems to vary in shade just as much as the average plant does. There is no plain green to her, but strips and dots of darker or lighter green. Her hide is darkest in the lower half of her body, lightest along her back. Thin veins of very dark green branch off from a main stripe down her spine. At 24 meters, Asgarth is slightly larger than middle-sized for her color.
Dragon Personality: Like many Greens, Asgarth is very chatty. Although blessed with the ability to hold still for long amounts of time, mentally, she can not shut her mouth. Whether commenting on the lovely color of the sky that day or asking a question or flirting with a Blue or Brown, she is always talking and rarely allows room for others to get a word in edgewise. Asgarth can get very intimidated by Bronzes, Violets, and Golds though, and if one gives reason to frighten her, she will fall utterly silent.
Color Code: 79973F

Dragon Name and Color: Green Emblath
Name Origin: Embla, one of the gods who built Middle-earth.
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: Emblath is a light green but has a myriad of other shades mixed in. These other colors never seem to fade from her main color to theirs though, but show up in little dashes or specks in random spots all over her hide. Emblath has a slightly heavy-set build and is large for a Green at 26 meters.
Dragon Personality: Emblath always seems to be totally ‘out-of-it’. Her voice has a lofty drift to it and she never seems to be looking at something around her, but gazing into some other dimension. It’s like she lives totally in her own little world, and although she will come to Pern every once in a while, seems to prefer the solitude of her own imagination. Getting her to focus on anything or getting close to her can be hard because of this, but when she will talk, Emblath always seems to be full of good insights and can prove to be a very thoughtful dragon when given the chance.
Color Code: BEE514

[ShadowReine]

Eight eggs left, two browns that didn't seem to have Impressed.

Tiomar was seriously beginning to think he wasn't going to Impress this time. No, there was a tan that hadn't Impressed too. Just as he thought that, another tan hatched and both chose....neither him, but he didn't really want a tan anyway.

Did he? Brown...brown he could deal with, but those two seemed in no hurry. He'd feel awful if they went between...then he'd know there was something wrong with him.

And ah! Two lovely greens, and one of them coming for the boys. His heart rose, then thudded as she chose the harper guy. Well, at least he got what he wanted...he'd been quite vocal about wanting a blue or green so he'd have more time to sing.

But... "Where's mine?" the boy murmured.

--

Gwen was barely watching the rest of the Hatching. For one thing, Tyrth was hungry, and it was amazing what such a small creature, really, could put away. Then Spunky appeared and flew a circle around the white hatchling

What is that, GwenMine?

"That's Spunky, lover. She's a firelizard." She held her breath, hoping Tyrth wouldn't decide to snap at the little barred.

She's pretty. And she's smaller than me!

The white seemed glad to be bigger than somebody...apparently, humans didn't really count. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with being small."

As much as she had wanted a gold, she had what she had...and she buried very deeply in her thoughts her obvious worry. Would Tyrth, visibly smaller than the green hatchlings, actually grow large enough to fly with her?

[Amejisuto]

Nixsha turned towards where the white hatchling was, checking her pouches for all it's supplies. It had impressed to the Gwen girl, the one that seemed to cause many problems with others. Playing well with others wasn't exactly Gwen's forte. But Nixsha wasn't going for her, but to check up on the white. Also to tell Gwen that the little white was not to eat meat unless it was a certain size. In fact, Nixsha was dead set on getting the little white nothing but blood. Considering the fact, that his size and the exhaustion from the hatching probably too a large majority of his energy. That and the other reason was because to digest meat would take a lot of his energy. Even if he slept for awhile, it was probably best he was on a diet of blood and only smaller strips of meat. It would be better for his digestive track, and it would help keep his body energized till he really could eat meat.

"Gwenduinne of White Tyrth...." She said lightly as she approached them. She knew the girl hadn't of announced her name, but Nixsha picked up a few things... She used her talents to aid her in her jobs. "I came to inspect Tyrth, and help you two become a healthier better dragon pair." She said lightly as she looked around, noticing that a few of the candidates had just left the blood in the bottom of their dragons meat bowls. Good, no need to waste the blood...

[phlysolo]

Kaiton was staring hungrily at the tans who Hatched. He inched forward to try and put himself in their proximity, but the two did not look to him, instead choosing Sibari and Lyron, two Candidates he knew only vaguely from their lessons and chores. He felt a strong twinge of disappointment as they completely looked over him, but the thought that there were still rocking Eggs on the Sands. The Candidate was also reassured by the fact that the Egg that he himself had lavished was still one of the ones that had not cracked open, the Felle Egg. That was a good sign, was it not?

He turned his head slightly as a green leisurely made her way towards the male line. What the?! No, no, not a green! Sure he had nothing against the agile, swift fighting dragons, he did NOT want to be bonded to a girl!. He wanted to sleep with them, not ride on them! A sigh of relief escaped him and she Impressed to his roommate, incidentally enough. Now that that last batch of Eggs had Hatched and Impressed, he looked again to the few unImpressed dragonets on the Sands. A tan and two browns! Lucky! Would he be able to Impress to one of them? Maybe! He still had a chance! His interest, of course, did not at all include the golden dragonet who was scoping out the females.

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Unlike Kaiton who was watching the browns and tan with much interest, Brylorea's gaze was focused solely on the golden beauty rising from the safety and comfort of between her mother's great forepaws. Her every movement seemed graceful, if albeit a little shaky, but that was perhaps normal; she was an infant after all. A green passed her up on the way to the girls and the gold looked at her with such a neutral expression that Brylorea couldn't help but grin at. Nothing seemed to be able to ruffle the little gold and that was to be admired.

Just as the green Impressed, the gold settled to looked down the female line and Brylorea's breath caught in her throat. Finally in the face of the gold, she felt truly inadequate. How could anyone expect Brylorea, daughter of two rich jerks in Danac, to become any sort of Weyrwoman? Then the old adage filled her mind: The dragon is always right. And she felt fear and uncertainty seeping out of her. If this gold chose her, then perhaps Brylorea could be strong enough to support Weyrwoman Kora and Weyrleader Y'xem in whatever they needed. If not, it merely meant that someone else could do the job better. Brylorea shouldn't be the one to judge the decision of the dragon in regards to herself.

No, now she merely needed to be open and extending, rather than cowardly and withdrawn. With a deep inhalation, Brylorea stood up straight and relaxed her body, willing herself to be calm and welcoming to any touch of mind that came her way, golden or otherwise. Yes, the dragon was always right and no matter how much or how little she wanted something, she couldn't alter what was meant to be. Confidence tenfold now, she took one single step forward, smiling kindly at the golden dragon, willing her to simply choose as she saw fit.

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Henerik had been watching the golden dragon's progress on the Sands, wondering who, if anyone, was ready on the female's side to Impress to the only other gold dragon on Pern aside from the Clutchmother herself. He was so engrossed in thought that he didn't even notice the green at all in his proximity. His back was turned to the beast anyways and his only warning of the sudden, solid push against his back would have only been the soft pat-pat of paws on sand.

The harper was thrown roughly off balanced and flailed his arms in a feeble, confused attempt to keep his footing. He failed and tumbled to the ground, robes tangling around his legs, preventing him from immediately standing. Upon his back, he felt sudden and violent stabs of pain. Something was scratching him! And it burned! The sands were so hot! Surely whatever it was would get off! It was making it hard for him to breath and it HURT!

What are you doing down there, Henerik? H’rik? Emblath doesn’t suppose that sand can be very comfortable against your skin![/i]

The touch in his mind felt so natural, so expected, so familiar that he did not protest nor question the bond that had permanently formed in his mind. As the Impression hit the two simultaneously, the green finally, vaguely, seemed to be aware that Hers was in pain and took a careful step off of him, crooning and butting ever so lightly at his side. In one of those rare moments of insight that she would have throughout her life, she whipped her tail and latched on to the back of his robes, jerking the Candidate to his feet. The force was enough to nearly throw the two to the ground again, but Henerik-no, H'rik-despite the agony in the lacerations on his back, managed to stabilize them.

I am sorry for walking on you. I was...thinking about other things.[/i] Emblath said loftily, not at all looking at her bonded. Her eyes were whirling shades of blue as she survayed the Hatching around her. So many colors, so many things, so much emotion and happiness and fear and longing she sensed. It was all so very beautiful.

H'rik felt the stir of conciousness inside his beast and grinned bemusedly; easily distracted this one was. She would get along just fine with Scuttle.

"Are you hungry, Emblath?"

For the first time since actually Impressing, the large and bulky green looked H'rik in the face. Her eyes whirled faster and she blinked, as though surprised to see him. Oh, yes! Food. That would be wonderful, H'rikMine. Where would be able to find any? I'm sure there will be some around, won't there? My brothers and sisters will be hungry, too...[/i]

Her insight astonished H'rik and he gaped at her. He didn't know dragons could be so empathic at all. Emblath rumbled at him and again, H'rik found himself surprised, too, at how acutely she could gauge his feelings.

"Ah, yes, love. There...there is lots of food here. Follow me."

[soulfire]

Yasha watched more eggs cracking around her. She eyed the white, surprised at the coloration and the small size. Was that normal? Was there something wrong with it? She hoped not. It looked like a sweet little thing.

She eyed the rest of the eggs and dragonets roaming the sands. It was hard to tell which shells were left and which dragons were still unattached. She knew one thing though, there weren't many candidates left. She was one of the few. Yasha looked around, but again was having trouble seeing just how many were left. Things were so chaotic!

Yasha hopped from one foot to the other as the heat seeped through her thin shoes. If she had a dragon out here, she wished it would hurry. Her feet couldn't take much more of this!

[kandykat]

The gold was moving slowly, as if she was purposely trying to tease the girls on purpose. Sibari chuckled to himself. The young Queen was just as clumsy as the other hatchlings. Then another egg hatched, and a large Tan spilled onto the sands. He picked up his shell thoughtfully, and Sib wondered what he planned to do with it.

He would never find out, because the smaller Tan chose that moment to stumble up and Impress him. Sibari wobbled, almost falling, but he managed to right himself. His eyes widened as the voice entered his head. Oh! Frithioth is sorry about that![/color]

"F-frithioth?" Sibari repeated, gasping as the emotions of Impression flooded in. As Frithioth nuzzled him, he leaned in and scratched the tan's eye ridges, a joyful smile lighting up his face. "I'm glad you found me, too," he said softly. "Now, aren't you hungry?"

Yes, I am, thank you![/color] Frithioth answered, and S'bri saw hints of hungry red in his whirling eyes. Grinning, he led his lifemate away to be fed.

[ShadowReine]

Gwenduinne glanced at the healer. "Go ahead, check him over. I don't -think- he's actually hurt...the egg sac must have cushioned the impact." Spunky made one more circuit, then landed on the white weyrling's shoulder.

Tyrth turned to regard the healer or a moment. Tyrth doesn't need help! he sent to Gwen.

She placed one hand on the dragon. "It'll make me feel better." She'd finally found somebody more arrogant than she was...but maybe that was fitting. "He seems fine, except for being small. And tired and hungry, of course." They always were, right? Hatching was hard work...

[Missa]

The final eggs were shaking now, that was a good thing. But at the same time, Lyn couldn't help but wish it had been longer. Though it felt like forever standing here, while the heat pressed up through her feet. In reality it may have only been minutes. Those long lulls between activity may have only been seconds long, but it felt longer when it was you being inspected.

The two tan's hatched, and with them Lyn's attention was drawn from her thoughts. Watching the dragons was so much more interesting, it was quite fascinating, looking at the different personalities just in the way they moved. Like-- Oh how adorable! The smallest smile twitched Lyn's lips as one of the tan's picked up a piece of his eggshell, she couldn't understand why he'd do it, but it was certainly cute. Maybe he'd taken it as something of a security blanket, after all that shell had kept him safe for a long time, it had been his home. His protection, his food, his air. Or maybe he'd just thought the pattern was pretty, maybe he just wanted to show this pretty pattern to his bonded. Or perhaps it was a sort of trophey, he'd broken out of it, he'd done it, and now he wanted to show His. Lyn would never know for sure, but it was entertaining to think about the possibilities.

Then a green hatched, she seemed oddly... Bouncy. Which if what she'd heard was right, was not all uncommon for greens. As she headed for the females like her sisters, Lyn refused to get her hopes up. What happened would happen, it was meant to happen and that was the only way things worked. Lyn accepted many things easily, and being left alone by dragons would be another of those unpleasant things that she put to the back of her mind until she was ready to think about it. As expected, the green went to another candidate, Kris or something, if she recalled correctly. She'd have to do better than that though, after the hatching, she would strive to get to know her fellow candidates better, they're names at least. Or maybe it would be fellow weyrlings, who knew.

Glancing at the gold again, Lyn almost smiled as she remembered the very neautral look she'd given her sister. Lyn didn't blame her, hyperness was all very well and good in small quantities, but Lyn herself preffered the steady people. The people that could hold a conversation, even more than that, she preffered to learn on her own if she could. It brought a sense of achievement, to know something was done on one's own. Perhaps the gold thought that too, or maybe she just thought it silly to waste that energy. It could even be something completely different, but Lyn would never know that. Or she might...

Statistically, there was a reasonable chance of her Impressing, there were less candidates than when the hatching had started. Logically, she shouldn't even worry about it, what would happen would happen - funny how those words calmed her - and despite the fact that Lyn preffered to keep hope and logic seperate, she was struggling. What if the gold did choose her? Would she be good enough? Certainly she'd do her best, she'd strive to do everything a good weyrwoman could do, she'd aim to be like Kora. That might not be enough, Lyn could only ever do her best, but... No, no buts. If she was chosen, she would do her best in any job she was given, whether that was search, training, or being a weyrwoman. All it took was a little faith in herself, yes she'd do that, she could believe in herself for this short while.

Now the gold was inspecting them, and Lyn had to wonder, what she was looking for. Obviously, her mind mate, but what made that person special, what was different in a candidates mind? What made them a candidate, what extra thing did a candidate have that made Search dragons see them? What made them bond? If she ever bonded to a dragon, she would ask, what about her had drawn that bonded. For now though, she focused on keeping her mind open, something that might be easy for others, but for Lyn, a very difficult task.

[Amejisuto]

A chuckle actually managed to rip itself from the petite healers lips. She crouched down and tilted her head lightly. "Gwenduinne, for now go and get the bowls that have blood left in them. We need to be giving him blood at this moment. Because of his size, it's best we give him energy and not more work. He can have a handful or two of meat, as long as the strips are no longer then half of your finger..." She said as she motioned to the size. "Mostly to prevent choking, and because of his size, those will be easier to digest." She said as she straightened and then looked around a moment, assessing the hatching. There was a boy she would attend to after she had attended to the white.

She crouched again and began checking him over, only light glancing touches. "I think he should be fine, but I would feel much better if you came in once a week to have a check-up. Because of his coloration, and not his size... I need to document the growth of a white dragon. It's not something we have on file, you are going to be required to keep a chart of his food intakes, and turn them into me at those weekly meet ups." She said as she dusted her hands off lightly and tentatively stroked over the whites eyeridge. "Well Tyrth, you are the only white on Pern... let's see you show them all what you are made of eh?" She said cheerfully.

With that she stood up and turned to look at Gwen again, her eyes assessing the other female. "Gwenduinne, take in mind that these orders are coming from a Master Healer, do not shod off on them and not show up. Trust me, I can and will find you and your dragon to get those reports..." She stated in a teasing manner, even waggling her finger at the younger female. "Now if you excuse me there is an injured green weyrling to be taken care of." She said lightly and then walked off towards the green pair. She snatched up a bowl of meat on her way and approached the two.

"H'rik and Green Emblath..." She said lightly as she held the bowl of meat out to the boy. "Don't bother to not feed her, I can attend to your scratches while you feed her. My name is Nixsha, pleasure to make your acquaintance..." She said cheerfully. She started her assessment of his scratches, and applied the needed items upon them. "you should be fine, just make sure it doesn't get wet and everything should be alright..." She said as she looked around a moment. Her eyes landing on her own small fair of critters, her fire-lizards where bunking it with the local Fire-Lizard Trainers fair. The weyr had become vibrant with the little creatures, and from what Nixsha had heard... Meagen was training them to fight thread fall.

[Sparrow]

The watery Surge egg exploded to reveal a large reddish-brown Brown. He stared proudly around the Sands, and then trotted straight to boy. Kaname would be the only rider for him, he was very sure. K’nam! Erith has come to you! Let us go and eat now.

The Rohet egg hatched in a similar manner as the Brown’s just had. This one revealed a heavy-set Bronze, and it started towards the boys too. As he approached one Brown that had previously trampled a boy and was still wandering the Sands bounced in front and nudged the boy happily. Ah, there you are! Odith has been searching.

The Bronze snorted, although he didn’t look particularly offended, just a little bothered at having another dragon suddenly cross his path. Large as this Bronze was, it couldn’t have been easy for him to pull up and avoid the quick-moving Brown. Now though, he approached Kaiton with a sense of finality. Well K’ton, it seems Vikinth has come to you. He rumbled softly, as though that was meant to be a joke.

Finally the Fjell egg hatched and an mottled Blue spilled from the shells. After taking a moment to untangle his legs, wings, and tails from each other, he struggled to his feet and trotted towards the girls, just as several of his brothers had done now. ((-.- We need more guys, Sparrow thinks.)) Yasha turned out to be this Blue’s choice, as he suddenly took on a burst of speed when he noticed her and pounced on the girl.

Yasha, Yasha! There are so many other dragons here, and so big! Canuth would like to eat and find somewhere else to go.

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Dragon Name and Color: Brown Erith
Name Origin: Erik the Red, a great Viking and the leader of an exploration the brought the Vikings to North America (long before Columbus too).
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: Erith’s hide has a slightly red tinge to it, but its overall shade is still much more brown, if a lighter brown than most. There is a spattering of black-brown down his back, starting at the crest of his neck and continuing to about midway down his tail. Erith is a large Brown at 40 meters, and has a heavy build to go along with it.
Dragon Personality: Erith seems to be a natural-born leader. He is always willing to listen to others and consider their words, but he also is good at making his own choices and has a charisma to him that seems to make others want to follow the Brown. Erith can seem a little rough around the edges at first and can never be stopped from showing off for a nice Barred, Green, or Violet, but is overall a nice dragon.
Color Code: chocolate or D2691E

Dragon Name and Color: Brown Odith
Name Origin: Odin, god of Inspiration
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: A very average Brown, there is little special about Odith’s color or size. He is just over 34 meters in length and well-proportioned. The shade of his hide is a plain brown with no markings or variations in shade. There is a slight droop to Odith’s stance, as though he is always sort of tired
Dragon Personality: Despite his dull appearance, Odith is always very alert and almost excessively attentive to what is going on around him. Although he isn’t much for questions, Odith does like to comment on things and usually leaves his words open for more explanation from others on what they could really be. Although not any more agile than the average Brown, Odith’s attentiveness can help him get ahead of the game in Flights and when fighting Thread.
Color Code: 603311Adoptable!

Dragon Name and Color: Bronze Vikinth
Name Origin: Vikings, the rampaging Scandinavian men whose journeys even took them across the Atlantic Ocean.
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: A heavy-set dragon, Vikinth has a natural strength to him that tends to put him above other dragons in endurance. His bulky build also seems to lessen his agility though, and by a lot. Vikinth can be very clumsy. Although he a middle sized Bronze (if on the larger side of that)at 42 meters, Vikinth’s considerable musculature seems to make him seem bigger. His hide is a dark bronze and unmarred by any marks but the slight tinge of the usual metallic green.
Dragon Personality: Vikinth is loud and show-offish, but not the most intelligent of dragons. He is always very willing to pull his own weight, loves to show off for the ladies, but takes a long time to think about things and usually prefers to take the easy way out and let others make his decisions. He’s not a Bronze that pays much attention to rank and seems to get along surprisingly well with the Blues, Barreds and Greens, supposing his size doesn’t frighten them away.
Color Code: BCA01F

Dragon Name and Color: Blue Canuth
Name Origin: Canute the Great, one of the last successful Viking leaders.
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: Overall, Canuth’s hide is a middle shade of blue, but has a variety of other blues mixed in with it. For the most part, these varying degrees fade easily from the main blue to whatever color they are, but some are more abrupt and can give him a pinto-ish look in places. Average-sized, Canuth is about 26.5 meters.
Dragon Personality: Canuth can seem very shy around dragons older than him, but doesn’t seem bothered as much by size. He knows to give respect where it is due, but also has a bit of a controlling side and likes to know that there are at least a few colors of dragons that he has natural precedence over. But even though the Barreds and Greens are a lower rank than him, he sometimes still treats them like queens in an attempt to get the interest of the females. Canuth can be a shameless flirt when he feels like it. To his rider though, Canuth likes to eternally be the leader.
Color Code: dodgerblue or 1E90FF

[phlysolo]

Another brown and bronze fought their way from their shells and spilled on to the Sands. Kaiton looked hopefully at the both of them as they approached the male line and briefly thought he had made some kind of eye contact with the bronze, but just as soon as he had made it, their gaze was abruptly broken by the brown. The smaller, less bulky dragonet had cut the bronze off and Kaiton winced visibly, hoping that the broad and bulky bronze wouldn't be knocked off balance by both trying to stop his forward progression and miss the brown. Luckily, the Candidate saw with a sigh, the bronze was not and gave his Hatch-mate a mildly bothered look that Kaiton understood completely. Silly brown.

Hoping that the brown had cut the bronze off in an effort to make it to Kaiton, he looked away from the bronze and watched with an almost painful expression as the brown Impressed right before his eyes to a lad who'd been thrown to the ground a few feet away from him. Downcast, he looked back towards the bronze and gasped at their proximity. The bronze was nearly right before him and looking squarely at the Candidate.

Well, K'ton, it seems like Vikinth has come to you.[/i]

Kaiton was speechless and merely stared at the bulky mass of the bronze dragonet. He seemed almost numb to the bond that formed between them, but it was short lived. Kaiton, now K'ton, was filled with such love and devotion that he, in a burst of emotion, surged forward and wrapped his arms around the dragonet. Vikinth was equally surprised and bugled, nearly thrown off balance. K'ton caught the big bronze before they both toppled over and, in an effort to help, Vikinth valiantly flapped his currently useless wings.

Sand sprayed over the two of them by way of the bronze's attempt to keep steady. K'ton laughed merrily, shaking sand off of him and looking deeply into Vikinth's slowly whirling eyes.

"Yes, my Vikinth, you've found me! And I've found you! Are you hungry?" K'ton asked, already knowing the answer.

In a draconic form of nodding, Vikinth responded, Yes, K'tonMine. I'm terribly hungry. We should hurry and beat some of the others I don't want to wait![/i]

~~

Brylorea's eyes came off the golden dragonet long enough to watch the last of the Eggs Hatch. A brown, bronze, and blue appeared in this round, she noted, glancing briefly back at the gold before turning her head back to the two males. They headed straight for the male line, of course. She had to forcibly hold back a yelp of surprise that threatened to escape from her throat as the brown charged in front of the larger bronze's path. Brylorea had learned at length that dragonets were extremely clumsy right out of the shells, but luckily the bronze didn't tumble or jar to a stop to prevent them both from colliding. Phew!

The brown had cut off the bronze on his way to the boys because he had apparently a very good idea of what lad he had in mind and Impression was made. The bronze followed his Clutchmate to Impression, standing surely in front of a young man Brylorea knew by sight from lessons and chores. Kaiton, she believed was his name. She hadn't considered the bookish lad to be the type of character that a bronze would look to, but how could the bronze choose incorrectly? Speaking of choosing...

Brylorea noticed a flash of movement in her peripheral and turned just in time to see a girl whom she herself barely knew Impress to a blue dragonet. The Candidate was struck with a sudden realization that she actually hardly knew any of her fellow Candidates, most of whom were Weyrlings now. Her eyes widened and she swung her head back to the gold dragonet who was still peering at each of the girls. If this queen dragon merged her mind with Brylorea's she would have to make a profound effort to get to know each of the Weyrlings who had Impressed today and all of the Weyrlings who had Impressed in the violet's Clutch before this and Nayarath's Clutch before that! Shards!

She should have been a bit more outgoing before today! She should have reached out to those around her and not merely stayed within the comfort of her roommates and the kindness that the tan Weyrling B'can had to offer! No, even if she was chosen by one of the few dragonets remaining on the Sands, she would make sure she got to know as many of the riders she would be fighting along side with during Threadfall. She would have to know, queenrider or not, who she was riding in a Wing with and what their strengths were, their weaknesses. In doing so, she herself could become a better rider, a better team player and thus learn valuable skills that any rider should strive to attain as the rider of a gold or a green.

Either way, only the decision to branch out more to her fellow Weyrlings, or perhaps even her fellow Candidates if she walked out of the Hatching Grounds alone-a thought that had been valiantly pushed to the back of her mind until now. She could walk out of the Sands a queenrider, a bluerider, a greenrider, a barredrider, or completely alone and suddenly...the prospect of any of those really didn't seem too bad at all.

~~

The journeyman harper, now Weyrling, slowly, but surely, turned towards the voice that had spoken to him. He was making every effort possible to not only shield his beloved Emblath from some of the pain he was feeling, but also help support his somewhat distracted dragonet focus on where she was going and what she needed to do instead of...whatever it was that she thought about. He supposed that his attempts were achieving mixed results as Emblath seemed so lost in her own thoughts that she only turned towards him once in their slow trudge to the feeding area set up by the Weyrfolk to ask if he was still hurting very much. H'rik supposed it was a victory that Emblath was also, if not vaguely, following his promptings to 'come this way now, love' or 'the food is over here, follow me.'

The woman that stood before him now was, judging by the knot on her shoulder, a Master Healer. Good gracious! He had no idea one was stationed at Nyocia Weyr. H'rik inspected the knot a bit more closely and was awed to discover that she was not just a Master Healer, but the Master Healer. Oh! He should have tried to make himself a bit more presentable for the Hatching so as to not embarrass the Harper Hall too much. Then again, the gouges on his back from Emblath's...'greeting' couldn't have been helped much.

"And I you, Master Healer," H'rik said politely, bending his neck down as far as it would go in way of a bow. He would have, of course, put his back to it, but...

Emblath, who had been staring idly at some random point in the Hatching Cavern's wall, collided once more with her bonded. The dragonet blinked slowly in realization, her eyes whirling in mild distress as H'rik let loose a surprised yelp of pain. He had for a moment forgotten his green's tendency to not pay attention to where she was going.

Oh, H'rikMine, I am sorry. I did not see you there. Did I injury you any farther? Forgive me...[/i] The green crooned apologetically. She rested her head ever so slightly on H'rik's shoulder, looking him in the eye with one of her own, and gently nuzzling his cheek.

"No, no. I'm fine. I was just surprised, dear," He replied, reaching up gingerly to caress the side of her head. Emblath crooned again, this time with relief, though it was cut short as her eyes whirled more slowly; a sure sign that she was 'lost' again.

With brisk movements, Nixsha assessed his injuries and quickly applied what he presumed to be numbweed or some other type of salve that instantly eased his pain. As she dressed his wounds, he reached out food to his green who almost instantly snapped out of whatever world she was in and ate hungrily.

"I thank you, Master Healer, for your assistance. I would have been in agony for quite some time had you not come to my aid," He said graciously, looking up at her only momentarily before returning to the task of feeding Emblath without allowing her to choke on any morsel of food. "If I might ask..."

He paused, cautioning his words, "How fairs that...white dragonet? Will he be alright? I'm sure the Master Harper would be quite keen to know how it fairs..."

[soulfire]

Yasha let out a yelp of surprise when she was suddenly tackled. Her hands shot out behind her to catch her fall and she let out another yelp when the sizzling sands scalded her bare skin.

Oh!

A small snout was suddenly behind her nudging her to her feet. Yasha struggled to get upright, cradling her throbbing hands. However, she smiled through her pain.

"Canuth! I've been waiting for you!"

I'm sorry I took so long. And I'm sorry about your hands. Are you badly hurt? The little blue curled his neck around his new rider in attempt to get a look at her hands.

Yasha bent down and placed a kiss on the dragon's slightly damp head. "I'll be all right. Let's go see the healer for my hands. You can eat while I get them bandaged."

After making sure Canuth had a full bowl of meat, Yasha took a few steps over to Nixsha and smiled guiltily while holding up her hands. "I had a bit of an accident. Do you have anything you can put on them?"

[Missa]

Another egg hatching, a reddish brown this time. Remarkable colouring to Lyn, most browns had been closer to a soil or bark like colour. Not dark but not light either. This brown was reddish, not quite like sand, but more like that sand you occasionally found mixed with the white. Interesting. A part of Lyn's mind wondered at what made the dragons their different colours, not gold or bronze. But the differences within that colour rank, like, the browns. One was much darker than the other, and the bronzes, some were a darker, mettallic colour. While others had a more greenish tint to their hide. What decreed that though? Just genetics? Like every person?

One of the browns that had been wandering around had finally Impressed, the one that had knocked the boy over earlier. It was good to see them bonding off, she'd hate to see the poor things jump between because Theirs hadn't been found in time. She could only imagine how horrible that would be, how very awful it would be to choose that bleak nothingness over the fact of not being able to find the other half of their soul. To be that dependant on someone...

Another brown Impressed, teh reddish one, and then a bronze, most would think that a good thing yes, boys picked to be leaders and so many strong sturdy ;ads picked. This one seemed to be overly loving, for he launched himself at his bronze, but she knew him, didn't she? It was harder to see him properly over the other girls and boys, though there were many less than before. She was almost certain she knew the boy who had just Impress. She should know her fellow weyrlings far better than this. After this hatching, Impressed or not, she was definitely going to get to know names and faces. She had to, or it would frustrate or confuse Lyn.

A blue was heading to the females now, and for a moment, Lyn's hopes rose, hoping, after all there wasn't much hope after this. Of course, she cursed herself for allowing that moment of weakness and hope when her heart fell when the little dragon found another bonded. Was it her then? After all, she could see almost every girl here as a gold rider, but was there something wrong with her mind? Was she far too withdrawn? Had that blue been wrong when he'd picked her? Was her mind really too closed off, that a dragon wouldn't be able to see her underneath? Maybe, maybe not. It wasn't too late to change, but as far as Lyn thought, she'd been as open as she knew how with ehr thoughts.

[Zen]

Kris was overwhelmed, like many candidates, with the Hatching. Well, not just that, but she was overwhelmed by her predicament: she was crazy as well as standing for a dragon. She didn't realize just how fortunate she was just to be standing at a Hatching. Much less Impress. She didn't believe she would ever Impress. Of course, she didn't believe many things nowadays, what with her nightmares and such. But she did believe that she was here, and she did believe she was here for a reason, no matter what that reason was.

Then, suddenly, a Green cavorted into her. It was talking so fast she could not understand. She shook her head, trying to know what the Green was saying. Did it want her? Did it want a crazy person? She had just stood to make herself feel special. She had not in a million Turns think she would Impress. She stood, dumbfounded, while her dragon (her dragon) circled around her, crying out phrase after phrase and hardly seeming to take a breath in between. Her dragon. Hers, all hers.

"What--?" Kris asked, hoping her dragon would understand what she was asking. She didn't even know what her dragon was asking.

The Green stopped. For only a split second. Then she continued her circling. I am Asgarth! I am your protector, and you are mine. You will love me, and I will you. We will both be great together! How happy I am! How happy you must be! You are mine and I am yours! I will always be with you! Did you notice the color of the sands? Do you like my color? I like my color!

And then the Green kept talking. And talking. She never seemed to shut up. She was just the type of dragon Kris needed. She eventually stopped circling the crazy girl. I am hungry, Kris. Are you hungry? Feed me. While continuing to talk, the green nudged Hers toward the food.

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Meanwhile, Emmyt and her wonderful Blue were busying themselves with eating. Emmyt ate a cracker, and the Blue meat. ((Because Zen is stupid and didn't see Emmyt and Lokenath's Impression. ))

[phlysolo]

OoC: x3 Hey, Zen, go back and reread the first page of the Hatching Thread...I think you'll find something surprising...

[Amejisuto]

Nixsha smiled softly towards the Harper that had addressed her. "No need to treat me with so much reverence... It's not like I am the Master Healer of Pern..." She taunted lightly and tapped the side of her head. Chuckling ever so lightly as she watched the dragonets on the sand. That look of longing spread across her features again, but then she shook her head and looked away. "It was wonderful to meet you H'rik... Emblath... should you or yours need me, I am simply a thought away." She said as she tapped the side of her head. Hoping that the harper and the dragon would get what she meant.

She was a little offed by the question about the white. Her white teeth flashed as she actually fully smiled. "Tyrth? He will be quite alright, despite his size... I think he will make an excellent dragon. I will be keeping track of his growth recordings, and his eating habits. So if another white hatches in the future... well we will be there for it." She said cheerfully and then stopped to look up at the sky. "I think that from my assessment of the Granite egg shells, most whites need help hatching. A majority or our supposed duds... could have actually been whites..." She said lightly as she looked back towards the Harper.

With that Cling made his apperance with a popping sound. The bronzen creature twining himself in the womans red hair, and peeking out at the harper and the green dragonet. Images of big cousins and exploding eggs whirling excitedly in his mind. "I know Cling, love... It's a hatching, isn't it wonderful?" She said cheerfully as she chuckled and cocked her head to the side. As if listening to the little fire-lizard. Her eyes watched the Harper, hoping and understanding would come between them. She needed to let people know about her talent, so that she didn't get yelled at any longer. "If you and Emblath ever need me... remember I am a mind call away..." She said in a low voice.

[Zen]

(( Oh wow. I totally missed that. Thanks, phlysolo ))

[Sparrow]

Only two eggs were still shaking and hiding what they held, while only one dragonet wandered the Sands, the Gold. She wasn’t exactly wandering anymore, but had stopped again to watch the Felle and Parchment eggs finally unveil their contents. She didn’t sit particularly near any of the girls, so as not to give away the surprise of her choice, and watched. Apparently she was indifferent to her hunger; being the final climax of the hatching was probably her goal.

Probably much to many people’s surprise, it was a Green that left the confines of the large Felle egg. The dark spot at its base had cracked, fallen away, leaving an opening, and out of it scrambled the dragon. The majority of the egg remained whole and the Green cheerfully trotted away from it.

As the Green started inspecting each Candidate, the papery shell of the Parchment egg splintered, then fell away to reveal a second Barred. She looked around nervously, and then dashed towards the girl. Her feet carried her straight past many girls, and as she reached one, she suddenly stopped, spun around, and ducked behind her.

Rhen! What is this place? Navgoroth is frightened!

The Green glanced curiously at her sister, decided she liked this idea of running to her chosen, and suddenly leapt forward. She had been in the vicinity of the female Candidates, but now ran to the boys. A certain one caught her interest- Tiomar.

But the Green misjudged her speed and distance from the boy, along with how easy it would be to stop on the sand. Harsh bits of the dirt spattered around her as she struggled to stop before smacking into the boy, and she failed despite the fight. Quickly scrambling off him, Navgoroth looked down at Tiomar apologetically.

Oh, T’marMine! Freyjath is all tangled up in her legs! Will you help me? She looked up at the boy, making her eyes whirling unhappily.

The Gold’s eyes whirled cheerfully as she saw her last sibling Impress. There weren’t many girls left, but she gave them all a final look. Each was worth attention, she was very sure. But finally the Gold turned back and bumped her head against her chosen lifemate’s side.

Voluspath is here, Brylorea.

~~~

Dragon Name and Color: Barred Navgoroth
Name Origin: Navgöro, a set of little known Viking chronicles.
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: Navgoroth is a very pale Barred, her hide almost more white than silver or green. There is the vaguest tinge of pale green to her hide, but her brilliant purple stripes are what really prove she is a Barred. Around her eyes and at the tip of her tail and muzzle Navgoroth’s hide is a slightly darker green, but only very slightly. At 22 meters, Navgoroth is a small Barred.
Dragon Personality: Navgoroth is a very quiet dragon, rarely speaking or even simply making noises unless she really needs to. Her brilliant coloring makes this hard, but she likes to melt into the background all the time and avoid notice. She’s not shy, as being with company doesn’t make her nervous at all, she doesn’t fear making comments are being noticed, she just prefers to keep out of the limelight. Overall, Navgoroth seems to feel that she’s not really worth a lot of attention and always prefers it goes to others around her. She keeps to herself more because of a low (and seemingly unchangeable) self-esteem than anything else.
Color Code: mintcream or F5FFFA

Dragon Name and Color: Green Freyjath
Name Origin: Frayja, goddess of fertility, love, beauty, and war (ironic, huh?)
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: Freyjath’s shade could almost be described as a milky green. It’s not pale, but lighter, and seems overall just very soft. Her hide does seem to be especially smooth just naturally and, lucky for her rider, doesn’t seem to need as much oiling as the average dragon. There are very few, if any, noticeable variations in the shade of her hide. A small Green, Freyjath is only 20 meters in length.
Dragon Personality: Everything about Freyjath seems very smooth and friendly. She is not demanding, not hyper, never angry. Freyjath seems to think very little of herself though and is bothered by those who think lowly of themselves because ‘they are all better than her, so why complain?’ A very devoted dragon, Freyjath takes a while to grow close to anyone, but once she does, never wants to leave their side.
Color Code: 0CCD66

Dragon Name and Color: Gold Voluspath
Name Origin: Völuspá, a tale told by a völva addressing Odin about the beginning and end of the world.
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Appearance: Voluspath is a slender Gold, but large, reaching past her mother in size to reach nearly 54 meters. Her hide is a very clear gold, although perhaps on the darker side of the shade. She bears no markings except for a light spot on her right cheek, a paler yellow-white splotch in her hide.
Dragon Personality: Voluspath likes stories. She is a very average Gold in that she can be very vain and demanding, but is easily distracted by the idea of tales about some thing or another. Her attention will rarely go to those of lower rank than her, unless they mention that they have some sort of story to tell her and suddenly she will be laying down like a canine and watching the speaker attentively. Otherwise, she prefers to pay attention only to herself, her rider, and the occasional Bronze or Tan.
Color Code: FFCC11

[ShadowReine]

Only two eggs left. And the gold. Maybe, Tiomar thought, the gold was making sure all of her siblings Impressed properly before claiming her rider...she must trust them not to steal her.

Two eggs. And *crack*. A barred not much darker than that tiny, delicate white and a lighter, but not pale green...sort of an early spring color.

The barred came out close to the boys, but so far, barreds had been shown to prefer girls. This one was no exception. She took off towards the female candidates as fast as her legs could carry her. That distracted Tiomar from the green, as the barred skidded to a halt by a girl he didn't know well...

...and the next thing he knew, he was on his butt on the sand with a dragon on top of him. "Ack!" He hadn't forgotten to dodge, he'd just literally not seen her coming.

Her claws caught in his robe and tore it as she scrambled off of him. He was definitely unmauled, at least, and he started to get up...then sat back down again with a thud as their eyes met.

Yeah. Asking a rider what it was like really was a waste of time. He was embarrassed, and his legs were all tangled up, and he was...for a moment, in two places at once...as exactly the thing he had hoped for, happened. Had the dragonets known how much he wanted to be a greenrider? Or maybe just the only one that mattered. For now, he reached to help the green get all of her various limbs organized. "Of course I will, Freyjath. Always."

He was also hungry. No...she was hungry. "Food." There was food for the dragonets somewhere. He didn't even notice who Impressed the gold.

--

Gwen nodded to the healer, moving to offer Tyrth the blood and the smallest scraps of meat.

Tyrth doesn't need special treatment, the white insisted.

She tried to respond silently, as experienced riders did...she knew she'd need to practice that. No, but you're getting it anyway, because you are special. Do you realize you're the only white dragon on Pern?[/i

I am? He spread his little wings.

"And that means you're special, different, and will be able to do stuff nobody can." Not that her dragon needed the flattery, but if it kept him accepting the blood? Gwen could handle his ego...even though if she was honest, she saw in it the mirror of her own. Why he had chosen her was becoming obvious by the second. He wanted somebody to agree that he was the best dragon on Pern.

She did glance over to see what was going on...oh. It was over. Two candidates she didn't know, a girl to a barred and a boy...probably to be put on the don't bother flirting with list...to a green. Well, he could swing both ways. And the gold?

Brylorea. "I knew it," she whispered to herself and her dragon.

She had known, but would never have admitted, that the other girl had 'queen rider' written all over her.

--

In the Stands, B'can blinked, then whistled a bit. Yes. That was the perfect outcome. And maybe...Apolloth -was- as large as some small bronzes. He could dream, right?

Not far away from him, a young bluerider...R'mer, from the gold's last clutch...couldn't help but study the two male greenriders. Not bad, either of them. Not bad at all.

[phlysolo]

K'ton was so awestruck by the bronze dragonet that waddled beside him off the Sands that he could barely focus on what was going on around him. He could care less who the gold was going to Impress herself to or about the two Eggs still remaining to Hatch. He had been dimly aware that the Felle Egg was one of the last remaining on the Sands, but what did he care? He had Vikinth and Vikinth had him! Of course, he should be aware of who he had to congratulate later, but right now, all he was concerned about was filling up this hungry dragonet's belly!

Vikinth shared K'ton's sentiments and bugled, gently butting His on the back to ensure forward movement. As they approached the other dragonets and new Weyrlings towards the entrance of the Hatching Grounds, Vikinth raised his head and trumpeted loudly, signally his arrival to all of his Clutchmates. K'ton regarded his bonded with an amused smile, noting how the bronze puffed out his large chest and walked almost with a strut across the sands to some Weyrbrat assigned to help out with the Hatching. K'ton, feeding off his dragonet's energy stood taller as well, accepting a bucket of meat quickly before Vikinth stuffed his whole face into it.

"Whoa, slowly, slowly, Vikinth! I don't want you to choke and-" He cut himself off with a gasp, staring at the dragonet. K'ton could suddenly understand why a dragonless man could off himself at the loss of his dragon. With a shudder that caused Vikinth to croon unhappily, K'ton handed the starving beast a handful of meat.

I will not leave you, K'ton.[/color] The dragonet rumbled, accepting the meat but hardly pausing to chew it. K'ton saw this, of course, and forced his dragonet from then on to eat his food more slowly, to chew, to not try and gorge himself too quickly.

~~

Brylorea couldn't believe that such a life altering event was just about at its end. Only two more Eggs were left on the Sands now and the gold, she saw, was standing at such a neutral distance from all of them, that it was obvious that she wouldn't make her selection just yet. It gave Brylorea some time to watch as the Felle Egg, with its unusual 'hole', break open at exactly that point. To her amazement, a green tumbled out of the opening and excited gazed around. Astonishing! She had been absolutely certain that it would reveal a good sized bronze, or certainly a tan. But no, here came a green closer and closer and! away to the boys line!

A young man who she had never met before caught the green's eye and Impression was made. Good for him! She wondered briefly if the look on his face meant he was happy to have simply Impressed or Impressed the dragon he was always hoping for. Brylorea had heard before that sometimes, at first, a male Candidate would be taken aback by the fact that they had bonded to a female dragon, but of course, all those feeling disappeared with actual Impression. Either way, she felt happy that the lad was happy and suddenly very happy that most everyone on the Sands was happy. Only a few Candidates were left on the Sands now, herself included.

Ah, well! There was still the-oh, no, there wasn't! While she had been watching the progress of the green Hatchling, a barred had freed herself of her confinement in the Parchment Egg and Impressed, to Brylorea's delight, her roommate Rhen. Spectacular! Rhen truly deserved to Impress here and now at this Hatching, she thought. After what she'd been through at her home hold, this would truly prove that she belonged here. A bright smile upon her face, Brylorea turned her attention once more to the very last dragonet on the sands.

Now, the gold's eyes were whirling happily and she seemed completely at ease despite the ravenous hunger she must be feeling-truly a 'queenly' trait if you asked Bry. Since each of her Clutchmates had gone without a single one /betweening/, it seemed as though she was ready to make her choice. In this very moment of finality, Brylorea discovered that she felt no apprehension, no anxiety. The gold would choose as she saw fit, Bry thought with a nod, as the dragonet gave every single Candidate one last looking over.

Brylorea thought that the dragonet's gaze had caught on another girl's for a second too long and she felt a small sting of resignation. Then...then, just when she had thrown her gaze away from the gold, felt the gentlest touch against her mind. Sudden feelings of warmth, and love, and happiness, and reassurance, and...hunger, a powerful hunger, welled up inside of her being. The hunger was strongest and she knew keenly that it was not her own. She lifted her head just as she felt the soft butting of a wedge shaped head against her side.

Seeming to understand the feelings of saddened resignation that she had experienced as she bonded her mind to Brylorea's the golden dragonet told Hers very softly, Voluspath is here, Brylorea.[/color]

It took the Candidate, no the Weyrling, sometime to register the feelings that had formed inside of her and, thankfully, Voluspath understood that. Again, she butted Hers and crooned, her eyes whirling hungrily red now. The intense hunger that her dragonet felt consumed Brylorea too and she forced herself out of her surprise and shock to attend to her beast.

"Yes, you are here and have been here, dear. Wanted to be the main event, huh?" Brylorea asked affectionately, reaching to scratch Voluspath's eye ridges. The gold gave a little sigh of contentment and crooned, her eyes whirling back and forth between blue, green, and red. Brylorea was captivated by the ease of which her eyes changed hues so that she was surprised when the dragonet responded.

Of course! I -am- the gold, you know. I also wanted to make sure mine brothers and sisters Hatched, too. [/color] The gold responded so conceitedly at first then mellowing out her tone in Brylorea's mind that she sounded matter-of-fact that the newly made Weyrling burst out laughing. Not receiving the sounds of agreement she'd been expecting, Voluspath snorted at Hers, twitching her tail.

"I don't doubt your position at all, love, but you were being a bit dramatic, don't you think?" Brylorea said gently, stroking the dragonet's cheek. Voluspath was eased into contentment once more at the feel of her bonded and gave a 'hrrumph' and snapped her jaws in a manner that suggested 'if you say so.' Brylorea laughed again and led her dragonet onwards to the entrance of the Cavern where there was sure to be food around.

While Brylorea was eager to see who had Impressed what and revel in her new position as officially "bonded to a dragon," Voluspath wanted exactly otherwise. She sniffed her and there in a regal, indifferent way at blues, greens, and browns, but made much more of an effort to greet bronzes and tans around the designated feeding area.

~~

Oh, dear...Had he been so daft as to incorrectly identify her shoulder knot? H'rik gazed more intently at it and saw to his great displeasure, that he most certainly had. Wonderful. Simply wonderful. Here he was trying to make a good impression on her so that she might in return someday put in the good word for him with the Master Harper when all he was doing was making a fool of himself. He blamed Emblath! He was so enthralled of being called Hers by the green that it had befuddled his brains, he was sure. He found, however, that he wasn't at all upset with the dragonet and the thought of him acting a fool because of her seemed to elate him even farther. Oh, how he loved his spacey green!

"A thought away...of course," H'rik said, staring at her sharply. What did that imply? Only dragonkind could communicate telepathically. There were some humans that could...but no...that 'ability' had long passed from the eyes of Pern, had it not? Well, now was neither the time nor place to ask...

"It is certainly nice to hear good news about the little white. I only know what I've seen on Records, of course, but it has been...quite some time since there has ever been a white dragon roaming on Pern," H'rik said, thoughtfully, wondering if he should send for any and all information the Harper Hall had on the legendary white dragon Ruth. "That is a possibility, of course. I think we should keep a very detailed account of this little white's growth for future reference. I do agree with you that perhaps there could have been more whites roaming Pern if they'd only been able to escape their shells..."