Pern's Fairytale - Nayarath's Eggs are Hatching!

[ShadowReine]

And Gwenduinne was left there on the Sands. Slowly, she turned and walked away. She was in no real mood to go to the feast.

It meant she was for gold, surely, for her to be left on the Sands like this. Better than Impressing green or, worse, blue. She would see...if there was no gold egg next time, would they make her stand?

For now, she was not going to quit. But neither did she want the company of happy weyrlings. Not right now...

[Davey]

Smiling at each impression, and clapping although it was his own – Reiver could not feel bad for not impressing. He had a chance to be there, and the hatching went well, no betweening and no candidates or dragons injured. But still, a small sinking edged around his consciousness, but he shoved it aside.

Feeling the heat of the sands, and the excitement of earlier dye down; he told himself. ’There will be other hatchings.’Clearly, as to will it true. So then he followed the other who did not impress off the sands. Reiver’s stomach shuddered and made noise as though he had forgotten it. ‘Atleast the food will be good,’ he promised himself.

[lachesis]

Look SabineMine, look! I have hatched! Aren’t I beautiful? You are very beautiful to you know. But even more than I am beautiful, I am hungry. Is there food about? Faladath is hungry!

Sabine smiled , feeling something inside shift into place. Yes, this was right, this was what Mother had wanted for her. But who had imagined it would be to such a darling creature? A hand shaking with awe caressed the still egg-sticky Hatchling, and the brown eyes could do nothing but stare. Even after many of the other newly Bonded had moved off to the sides, Sabine couldn't help but remain transfixed by the Barred in front of her. She had never seen anything so beautiful. In her mind, not even a queen could compare.

I'm glad you know so, but that doesn't change the fact that my stomach feels hollow. There was laughter in Faladath's voice as she nudged the hand which was still stroking her muzzle. And as much as that feels good, I know food would feel better. May we go find some now, Mine?

Feeling like she was in a dream, Sabine nodded. "Of course, Faladath. But how-"

The little female snorted, delighting in the noise and the question. How did I know you were Mine? That's silly! Why would I pick anyone else besides you? No one else would be good enough. The Barred quieted as she found a bowl presented to her, and she hastily scarfed its contents. More, please.

[kandykat]

Five eggs left, and seven candidates. Two would be left standing. Mieran knew that it was good to have more candidates than eggs, because it gave the dragons more choice. There would be another chance to stand soon. He told himself this, but he would still be disappointed if he didn't Impress. He held his breath as another egg cracked open, revealing a small Brown. He ran for the candidates, seeming scared.

M’ran, I have found you! Firth is hungry, will you please feed me? [/color] A voice sounded in his head, and Mieran smiled at the Brown. Poor Firth, nervous and hungry. He would have to help...wait. He had just Impressed! His eyes widened and he let out a soft gasp as the feelings of Impression swirled through his mind.

I'm so glad you found me, Firth! He said, reaching out and running a hand down Firth's hide, almost to reassure himself this was really happening. Of course I'll feed you. Come with me. Resting a hand on the Brown's neck, he led his lifemate off to be fed.

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Shador clapped as the remaining eggs hatched and Impressed. There were a few candidates left, a starting point for Kelth's clutch. She stood and walked down the steps to the ground level, wondering what she should wear to the Feast.

Kelth crooned and then yawned. I am tired, mine,[/color] she said, lifting off and beginning to fly out of the cavern.

Go take a nap, Kelth, Shador answered, chuckling. Kelth never slept during the day, but the Hatching must have worn her out.
((omgz foreshadowing!))

[Zen]

Likewise, Noeln was not too enthused about meeting the dragons. He definitely felt that he was not as good as he could have been since he had, he thought guiltily, killed Pandorath. He pushed the little blue too far. He didn’t ever want another dragon so that he would never have to think about the pushing of the dragon. But, somehow, his instinct told him to go. His instinct won over, and, almost as soon as he had arrived, he had Impressed. Just his luck. Noeln, no, now it was No’ln again, stared into the eyes of the small dragonet that had just Impressed him. This dragonet was not a blue hue, thank Faranth’s first egg, but it was a dragonet. No’ln Mine! Hanseth wishes to be fed! Please, can we go now!? No’ln gawked. Hanseth butted his head into His’s knees. Please! Hanseth is hungry! The unbelievable had just happened. No’ln had Impressed. He sighed, but was overcome with joy. At least he had Hanseth to worry about now instead of Pandorath.

Zenniel had, like No’ln, been at the grounds for nearly a minute before a green egg exploded… to reveal a green. No joke, a green egg into a green… who would have guessed! Anyway, this green didn’t worry about flirting, or anything else for that matter. She strode right up to the candidates and looked one in the eye. Zenniel was confused. The green wanted her. Shyness, and fear, sprung up in her, but was quelled by an undying wand to make sure Cindellath was safe.

“Oh, Cindellath!” The girl cried, kneeling down and wrapping her arms around Cindellath’s slender neck. The small green was more than she could have asked for… except she didn’t ask for her. Oh well, Cindellath was hers, and she was Cindellath’s. Cindellath again cried for food, but Zenniel just pulled away, and Cindellath butted into Hers. Food?