The Day of Arrival ~In Orbit~

[prissy]

Abarineth sat before her clutch, it was the day to come! It was time, they were hatching. She could see the egg was wobbling and cracking they were ready it was time for them to come forth into the world and see it but would their chosens be here in time? Would they arrive in time for the hatching? It scared Abarineth to think that her eggs would not hatch to their bondeds. She bugled as she looked at the eggs, she was sure her eggs would hatch without them so it was then she called out. CANDIDATES COME! THEY HATCH! IT IS TIME![/b] Abarineth called as she looked at the eggs before her. She was extremely nervous as she thought about her eggs, it was then that Myarin walked up with Skye, Sea and Morisa. The four of them were there to comfort her, as they waited for the candidates to arrive.

[Krystal]

~Candidate Lytan~

CANDIDATES COME! THEY HATCH! IT IS TIME! The Blood's voice bommed in his head, causing Lytan to fall off his bed, where he had been precariously perched as he fed his three firelizards. Piper was willing to wait her turn, well they all were, but Lytan liked trying to feed two at once. It was kind of working, but he hadn't planned on the fact the one always seemed to get more then the other two.

Now he had to go and watch Piloth hatch though, he had told his Brass he would be there, and so he would. He quickly changed into the white robe, Piper and Krys perching on his right shoulder, the white fit snuggly, protectively, beneath the blood. While Wyatt perched on his left, in a way counterbalancing Piper and Krys. He wasn't going to run, too dangerous with three firelizard perched on his shoulders, no he would walk.

"This is it guys, you're going to meet Piloth today." He told the three flits as he walked calmly to the lift, standing as still as his excitement allowed as it descended. Then he was walking out and onto the makeshift sands, giving the blood and her rider a slight nod, all he could manage with firelizards on his shoulders. I am here Piloth, just as I said I would be. He reached along the semi-familiar bond, smiling happily as he stood near enough for Piloth to easily see him, but far enough to not get injured should any of the others go passed him to get to theirs.

[prissy]

I know L'tan, I am coming! Piloth said as he worked to break his shell. He was going to be there, he was working to break out of it he was going to make sure he broke out first before all of his siblings, he would beat them out into the world HE would see L'tan before they saw THEIRS! He knew that L'tan was there, he just knew it that L'tan was perfect for him. It wasn't long before he burst free of his shell and stood there before he sauntered over to him and spoke carefully to him. There you are now get me food I did not realize it would require so much work. Also could you sing for me? He asked excitedly.


Name: Piloth
Color: Brass
Personality: (Talktive, Hyper, Loud, Insecure, Sings off key)
Piloth is a very hyper dragon he loves to be on the move never slowing down or stopping for anything. He is always doing something for himself or His, he loves to talk with His, or others but he especially loves talking to Candidats and those who have the potential to be Candidates. Though he does have one fatal flaw with his own personality he is extremely insecure, he thinks that he is not handsome or that he is not worthy of being a Harpers dragon. He loves to sing though he sings off key and can't carry a tune to save his hide.
Appearance: Piloth is a very sleek dragon, he is small perhaps the smallest Brass to ever be shelled. However he makes up for his small size by having extraoridinarily large wings his wings touch the ground even when closed. His hide is a very lightly dusted brass, that seems to brighten to a new brass along his wingsails. He will be 28 meters at full growth
Impressed to: L'tan (Lytan)

[H-ness]

CANDIDATES COME! THEY HATCH! IT IS TIME!
It took Tavia a moment, of which she would be profoundly ashamed later, to figure out what was going on. Time for what?
She'd been carefully, painstakingly oiling Fajra and Nere. Since Fajra was bigger, and older by a few moments, she'd finished the Gold's treatment first, and was finishing up with the Green when the call came.
Once she'd figured out what was going on (Abarineth's first statement should have given it away--a call for candidates followed by 'they hatch' should have been straight forward enough for even the dimmest glow) Tavia couldn't help it. She hesitated.

She was here, on the ship, to stand for a dragon's clutch...and now, all of a sudden, she wasn't sure she should go.
They had told her that she was worthy. The dragons had Searched her--it wasn't as if she had spontaneously decided that she wanted to become a Rider, but...what if they were wrong?
What if she stood there, and she watched all of the eggs, those beautiful eggs that she had so enjoyed touching, go and Impress to other people?
It was bound to happen. Dragons just...didn't Impress to people like Tavia.

She was short, and almost plump, and plain, and...and scared. Shards and shells, who'd ever heard of a scared dragonrider? For that matter, who'd ever heard of a dragonrider who wasn't even sure that was what she should be?
Just as she was starting to work herself into a panic, freezing in place, Fajra and Nere took matters into their own hands.
The Hatchling gold firelizard rustled her wings and chirped imperiously at her Pet, launching herself into the air to tug at the girl's hair.
"Ow! Fajra, what was that for?"

She almost needn't have asked. Tavia knew the answer. Nere, however, sprang airborne in the wake of her sister with a soft, reassuring croon. Matter-of-factly, the little green hooked her claws into Tavia's tunic, and tugged lightly.
Apparently she didn't have a choice in the matter--they'd determined that she was going whether she was certain or not.
Well, after this hatching, she could go back to her normal life and...do what exactly? Marry some stranger and produce him a hoarde of children?
It was what she'd been expecting to do her entire life, but now the prospect didn't seem so appealing.

"At least I'll have Fajra and Nere," she murmured to herself, as she hurried to find her white Candidate's robe, and then make her way to the chamber where the clutch and its mother had been located.
It was easier to find this time, having been there once already, but entering it was no less of a challenge. She paused on the doorstep to suck in a deep, nervous breath.
Their job done, Fajra and Nere settled on opposite shoulders, and Tavia took a step within, then curtsied deeply to Abarineth after taking her place.
She was here. For what, exactly, she wasn't sure, but...well, she could only wait and see.

[prissy]

One of the two gleaming Queen eggs began to shake with a vigor that bespoke strength. Abarineth watched her daughter as she stepped back this was a big day, she was sure her daughter would impress well. She was going to be a bit interesting, however it was as she did this that Abarineth realized it was a gold! Abarineth crooned to her daughter as her wing burst from the shell. As it did this the Queen spoke to her chosen, Tavia, you are worthy of your Aerynth now stay there and wait for her! If you leave she will come find you and DEMAND your attention. Aerynth has waited far to long for you, she did not like waiting. The Queen finished her job of hatching and tumbled from her egg then walked up to Tavia and hissed.

Feed your Aerynth. The gold hatchling said as she sat down in front of the timid girl and waited to see what she would say next to her. After all she was so timid maybe she would run away, that would make sense at least in Aerynth's mind.


Name: Aerynth
Color: Gold
Personality: (Bossy, Believes shes entitled, Demanding)
Aerynth is a very bossy dragon, she is not one to think that others should order her around she knows that she is a queen and believes that because of this she is entitled to certain rights and demands them. She knows that because she is a Queen that her orders must be followed by all dragons and that she is not to be questioned in any fashion she is perhaps the one Queen in all the Empire that would try to order a Diamond around. Aerynth is also demanding she will never 'ask' for anything she believes that everything should be given to her and so it should also be given to HERS.
Appearance: Aerynth is a very large dragon, her build is strong and sturdy she is not one to be trifled with. Her wings are long and sleek she knows her beauty, she is a very bright new gold color on her wings that seems to darken almost to an antique gold color along her body and stomach. She moves with an almost feline like grace though it is only because she knows of her own importance. She will be 46 meters in length at full growth
Impressed to: Tavia

[Krystal]

~Candidate Lytan/Weyrling L'tan and Brass Piloth~

Lytan was all but bursting with excitement, yet he was managing to keep it under control. He couldn't wait to see his already beloved Brass Piloth. I know L'tan, I am coming! Came the already familiar voice and Lytan watched Piloth's egg, knew which one it was from the touching. Soon enough it burst open and there was Piloth in all his draconic glory. Lytan smiled as he watched the brass come over to him, already kneeling down to hug his beloved dragon. There you are! Now get me food. I did not realize it would require so much work. Also could you sing for me? Piloth said and Lytan smiled lop-sidedly.

"Feed you I could do certainly, but sing? Here? Now?" Lytan asked in reply, slowly standing up so as not to disturb the firelizards, who all looked at the dragonet curiously. He could feel their curiousity, mostly at why he was so big compared to them.

"He is a dragon guys, not a firelizard like you three." He told them, noticing Piloth looking up at them with the same curiousity. The blood is Piper, she is the same colour as your mother over there. The brown is Wyatt and the white is Krys. He told the brass through their bond.

[Krystal]

~Candidate Rosella~

CANDIDATES COME! THEY HATCH! IT IS TIME! The voice rang through her mind and Rosella almosr dropped the piece of meat she was holding out for Titan, demon firelizard he was. Never happy, never calm, always angry and hissing, no matter how loving anf giving she was. Aqua wasn't really any better, never going near strangers, never gong near Titan unless they were on her shoulders.

Now the eggs were hatching though, and she needed to get there or she'd miss her chance. At least she knew where to go now, unlike the touching. She hastily changed into the white robe then placed her firelizards on her shoulders, no way were they getting out of going with her. She would need them for comfort if she didn't impress, Faranth forbid.

When she stepped out of the lift, the sight of two dragons with their newly impressed greeted her. Funnily enough, one of the dragons was a queen, a gold. Shards and shells. That's what happened when you are too slow. She mentally chastised herself as she stepped forward and give an awkward curtsey to the blood and her rider.

"Thank you for allowing me to be here today." She told them respectfully before setting her gaze on the other queen egg, the unhatched one. This might be her last chance to impress such a magnificent beast. It could be several turns before anymore queen eggs were clutched, and by then she'd be too old to stand.

[Rail]

~Candidate Kaselor~

Kaselor was sitting in his quarters eating a meal when he heard the voice of Blood Abarineth call in his head CANDIDATES COME! THEY HATCH! IT IS TIME! It was then that a Bronze Firelizard appeared trying to take his food. He looked at the creature with surprise, as Spot tried to nudge it wondering what was going on. Kaselor began feeding the Bronze as he walked towards the impromptu Sands which was the Cargo Bay in all actuality. He arrived to see a Brass and its Bonded, a Harper by his knots and a Gold, a girl who seemed shy by the way she held herself.

He walked over to the girl who had impressed the gold and spoke to her "A gold impressive." Beaming down at the dragon then up at her.

[prissy]

The other queen egg rocked with a vigor that surpassed even that of her sister, she was shocking to Abarineth however it wasn't long before a blood red snout appeared. Abby crooned lovingly to her daughter, she was pleased to see that she was here. However she waited to see what would come of this blood, it was pleasing to know her daughter was coming. It was long before the blood broke her shell and was free, she shook her body free and looked around at the Candidates. Now where is she? Where is Rosella? Saleth asked as she looked around and then sauntered over to the girl. She was there, but who were these others? It was surprising to her to see so many around. However she wasn't the only one to hatch then.


Name: Saleth
Color: Blood
Personality: (Stubborn, Picky, Lustful, Protective, Motherly)
Saleth is a very stubborn dragon, she knows that she is and doesn't care. She is also picky she doesn't like things that are dirty or have been dirty to eat, she is also very dainty about her kills when she gets bigger. Saleth is a very lusty dragon she likes to look at males and likes to have them look at her, she is perhaps almost as bad as a Green but she knows that she is a Queen and will brook no insult to her. She is also protective of HERs, she will not allow any harm to come to Her rider or her clutches once she has them or any youngsters she loves to be around them. Saleth LOVES to attend Hatchings and will always drag hers to attend no matter what they are for, Firelizards, Whers or Dragons she doesn't care she wants to watch.
Appearance: Saleth is a very dark blood color, she is on the darker end of the scale and her hide is one uniform shade of dark almost dried blood, she doesn't care that her color might put off some. She is also a very large blood but she is not the largest out there that title is still held by her mother Abarineth who is 52 meters. She will be 50 meters in length at full growth
Impressed to: Rosella

Where are you K'lor! Zorth had shared with a Green, he had just gotten his head free when he called out to him. Then he decided to speak again. HELP ME YOU FRELLING BASTARD! He screeched into K'lor's head as he heard his sister screaming inside his shell, she wanted out as well. HELP!MINE HELP! I'M SCARED! I CAN'T SEE, I'LL BITE HIM IF I CAN'T GET FREE I SWEAR! The green screamed into everyone assembled's heads.


Name: Zorth
Color: Black Stripe Blue
Personality: Zorth is a typical black stripe, he keeps to himself except for His and tends to think a lot and make schemes to take on those that he feels are trying to do anything to His. Zorth is not the type of dragon to enjoy talking or being with others he likes being alone and adventuring with K'lor. He is also a bit more out in the open about his anger and irritation than your average black stripe blue. His mindvoice is slow and hissing most times, he tends to puntucate some words with and 's' sound when he is irritated or angry.
Appearance: Zorth is a very large dragon he is on the larger end of the scale for a Black Stripe Blue being 21 meters at full growth, his wings are long and graceful though well formed for his body. They will never touch the ground and he is perhaps the only Black Stripe Blue in this clutch but he doesn't care. His build is long and lithe, he walks with grace that is sinious and bespeaks his grace in the air.
Impressed to:Kaselor (K'lor)[/b]


Name: Inorith
Color: Black Stripe Green
Personality: Demanding, Strong, Flirty
Appearance: She will be about 19 meters at full growth
Impressed to:Z'an(Ziran) [/b][/color]

[prissy]

~Candidate Dalmian~

Dalmian didn't want to miss the hatching but he was sure he'd already missed a good chunk of it. He was sure because he didn't hear anything else he arrived and looked around his two firelizards on his shoulders. He wondered what he would impress him and his sister, it was going to be a very harsh thing to him. But he sighed as he stood and watched the hatchlings that were stuck, neither were his he knew that. However he hoped that the Blue's would help him. It made Dalmian nervous to think that they wouldn't get help, however he was sure they would what Candidate would allow a Weyrling to die?

[prissy]

~Candidate Maia~

Maia arrived with her two firelizards pulling her the whole way she'd heard the call and followed her brother who knew he was going to be late. She knew she was to but it didn't really matter to her, she was sure she was going to enjoy the hatching. It was going to be an interesting day for the girl. However she stared at the two, was one of them Hers? She hoped not because she wasn't suited to a Black Stripe she knew that. With a gulp she thought about what she would get probably some green or something. Her brother would get a bronze she just knew it!

[H-ness]

Tavia laced her hands demurely before her, eyes downcast, as she looked at the eggs through her lashes. She didn't want to offend Abarineth in any way, but she could not help being drawn to the clutch. That was, after all, why she was here.
If she had not been drawn to it in some way, shape or form, she would have resisted the efforts of her firelizards with all of her (admittedly minimal) strength...and...yeah, Tavia was totally enjoying this, somewhere deep down inside, even though the sand trucked into the once-upon-a-time Cargo Hold was burning her feet, and she was still fighting down panic.

One of the eggs had hatched just as she arrived, spilling a Brass onto the sands who clearly knew exactly where he was going--to the Harper boy who had recorded the firelizard hatching.
Tavia hummed an absent acknowledgement to herself, wiping her palms discreetly on her robe. Were her hands supposed to be perspiring? Not sweat--only males sweated. Ladies perspired...and really, when she thought about it, that was a pretty ridiculous distinction. It was the same bodily function, wasn't it?

It was when her mind was thus engaged that the first of the two Queen eggs hatched, and she glanced up at it, distracted, before turning inwards once more.
The hatchling was undeniably beautiful, for a hatchling in any case...there was something so innately awkward about hatchlings no matter their future grace...but after one glance at that radiantly gold hide, she knew that it could not be for her.
Queens just...didn't choose Tavias. They chose leaders, or beauties, or...anything else, really.
Apparently, though, this Queen had other ideas.

Tavia, you are worthy of your Aerynth now stay there and wait for her! If you leave she will come find you and DEMAND your attention. Aerynth has waited far to long for you, she did not like waiting, said a brisk, commanding voice that made her eyes widen. She could not be hearing this. She could not be hearing this, because a frantic look assured her that there was only one hatchling on the sands, and something was telling her that the voice was most definitely coming from the one being that it simply should not be coming from.
Her perceptions did not appear to have any influence, though, because the undeniably feminine voice said, Feed your Aerynth, as the Gold went and sat down.

Right in front of her.
For a moment, Tavia could not move. It wasn't that she didn't want to, because she did. She wanted to pinch herself, or run screaming from the room, or confess to the room at large that she must have gone absolutely insane, because this could not be real.
...Insanity wasn't such a bad thing though, though, she mused as she blinked stupidly down at Aerynth.
Feed your Aerynth the hatchling in question repeated pointedly, continuing to study her with interest.
"...Faranth," managed Tavia weakly, at long last. "Um."
The voice had said she was worthy. But she could not be worthy! She was...she just couldn't be! Her entire life, she had been told she was not worthy--never outright, but always implied. This was too much for her to comprehend.

Are you doubting me? demanded the Gold, bristling with offense.
"Um..." Since she had just been doing precisely that, Tavia could hardly deny it, shrinking in on herself, all too aware of the fact that people were looking at her. "Not really...? I was...doubting myself." Which was true.
Hmph. Fair enough, but I've told you already--you are mine. Now feed me.
She could not have said no to Aerynth even if she had wanted to, which was the furthest thing from her mind just then. Nere crooned welcome to the dragoness, as Fajra tossed her head and decided to ignore this big creature that was diverting attention that was supposed to be hers.
Dazed, Tavia looked up to smile shyly at Kaselor, too incredulous to do anything else.
"I suppose so," she murmured.

[Krystal]

~Candidate Rosella/Weyrling Rosella and Blood Saleth~

Rosella had barely arrived when she noticed the second queen egg rocking, surprising her to say the least. When a blood red snout poked through, a thrill went through her. This was the bigger of the two queens, the one that could have bigger clutches. She smiled at the sight of the blood as it finally broken all the way free, yet it faltered slightly as a voice entered her head. Now where is she? Where is Rosella?

Had that been the newly hatched blood speaking to her? Surely not, but then, wasn't that what she wanted? She hadn't even moved an inch since the voice and now the blood was right in front of her. Titan hissed down at the dragonet, how dare it come near his pet. The blood looked up at the steel firelizard and hissed back, baring her teeth. Never ever hiss at me little cousin or I will eat you. Then again, perhaps not. It told the steel, who instantly quietened.

Rosella could not believe that a blood was seriously claiming her as it's own, even after all the dreaming she had done. Y..You are mine? She asked tentatively using their bond for the first time. The blood looked up at her, nudge her stomach and looked at her again. Saleth has indeed chosen you and I do not make decisions lightly. The blood replied, lightly curling her tail round Rosella's leg.

[akusma]

He'd put it off. He'd put it off for as long as he possibly could, hanging back in the shadows of the entrance to the room. He didn't want to go in there, didn't want to have to go and Impress to that...thing. He didn't want it! But he didn't want to die. There was a chance, a small one, that he could slip back down to the Weyr on one of the shuttles, get out of here while he still had the chance – and his freedom. Dragonriding meant giving up everything he'd worked for so far, and, and...It was going to end badly! He would die in some tragic accident in the air, or during a drill. If the clutch-mother didn't kill him first of course. But...Faranth save him, he didn't want to be a dragonrider!

But the Blood would know he was there, and she would go after him. Her threat fresh in his mind he shivered even more as he stepped onto the make shift sands, head bowed as he cowered and slunk around to a wall where he could simply lean. The commission was forgotten, he'd told the man he couldn't do it. But that didn't mean he couldn't get a sketch of the Queen. It would look good - having managed to get close enough to draw such an important creature - for his business...

Not that he would have one once this was over, but telling himself he would was the only thing stopping him from bolting or being sick. He felt sick...Virena shivered, hands clutch the pad tightly to his chest as he sank down the wall, jaw clenched. He was not going to be sick, he was not going to be sic, he was not...It was hard even trying to convince himself.

But Otmuntoth was here...Wasn't he? Maybe the dragonet had decided to die anyway, to spite him. There was always a chance He'd have been underdeveloped anyway, maybe the strain of calling about before his time killed him. It wouldn't shock him. If anything he held tightly to the thought, wishing that the thing was dead and he'd be free to leave. He'd only wanted to draw a picture of the clutch! Not Impress! Vir sighed, shrinking even more against the wall as he opened the pad, pencil touching the page before he was even done, making the first few lines. He might have time to get a detailed bust, if not anything else.

[prissy]

YOU CAME! I thought you wouldn't come, I thought you didn't want your Omuntoth! I thought that you weren't goint to come for me I thought that you were going to draw something. But I'm coming don't worry I'm coming to see you! Then with a violent shake that shook two other eggs next to it as well Omuntoth's egg shattered and there stood a large brass dragonet who looked over at his black striped blue brother. Do you need help brother? Omuntoth asked before he realized he should be going to his but Zorth needed help why wasn't his helping him? It confused the brass who then heard the Black stripe green and laughed and he waltzed to His. V'na I'm here now feed me, I'm hungry and you need to give me food. Or I will surely die.


Name: Omuntoth
Color: Brass
Personality: (Brave, Talkitive, Confident, Sure of himself)
Omuntoth is a very brave dragon he never looks anything down and he knows that there is nothing to fear with His around he will help his get over his fear of technology. He is a very talkitive and socialable dragon he loves to be around others and to talk with anyone who will listen to him he almost never shuts up and when he does it is to listen to His and only his. Confidence Omuntoth is a very confident dragon he knows what he does and he is very sure of himself and what he does, Omuntoth is one dragon that will hopefully bring out this in His. He is also sure of his skills and those of his Rider he knows that he will be able to protect himself and His at all costs.
Appearance: Omuntoth is a very bright brass, overall he is not very large by most accounts but he is bright and new colored. His right fore leg has brighter still markings that set him apart from his brother, he is very distinct by these markings. He will be 30 meters at full growth and it is a good size for a brass dragon.
Impressed to: Virena (V’na)

[akusma]

With the two Black Stripes and the Blood now on the sands, it was a smaller egg's turn to hatch. Cracks began to weave their way across the shell as it rocked from side to side, flakes falling away as the inhabitant forced it's way out. Perhaps 'it' was the best term for whatever it was, the pale hide beginning to show through the gaps: a White. White? Why a White? The Blood had never clutched a White before in her life, why would one appear now? Whatever the reason, it was inded a White, one who wanted out. Now.

As the last of the shell flaked away, it bounded out, head shaking as it tried to flick off the last traces of egg goo, paws dancing around in an attempt to keep it upright. There was nos ense in falling back into the sand while it was damp, was there? Besides, it had to find it's bonded, which was somewhere over there with the others. The others who already had dragons. It paused for a moment, the loping gait slowing into a trot. He was there...Wasn't he?

B’prin, could you come here, please? I need feeding, before my sisters eat it all, it said slowly, wuickly moving back into a trot to meet her bonded in the middle, the boy falling to his knees to pull the small thing to his chest. It purred, nuzzling into his neck before trying to wriggle away. It wanted food, not love - though love was nice - and before the Blood took it all. "It's name's Borith!"


Name: Borith
Color: White
Personality: Quick of thought, Determined, Loves Children and Hatchings
Appearance: Borith is a slightly off white color, he doesn’t understand why she isn’t a true white. She is perhaps able to understand female better than male because he impressed to a male. She is genderless and this is also confusing. She is small on the smallest end of the scale for even her color, she is perhaps the only white Abarineth has ever had. She will be 20 meters at full growth
Impressed to: B’prin (Borprain)
Note: Like Ruth can between times and knows WHEN and WHERE she is

Get me out! There was a pause. Please? I'd really like to get out about now, Norala. And that was that. A cry, and then a girl ran from the small group of canidates, grabbing onto the shell of the first egg she came to. Luckily for her it was the right one. As soon as she began to hit a Brown tail fell from the shell, the thick limb hitting her side, but she didn't even seem to notice. She was far too busy trying to get the restof him out.

She reached under the crack in the shell to pull of as much as she could, ignoring any cuts on her hands until the Brown's torso was free. You're bleeding! My Norala is bleeding! the Brown wailed, loud enough to get the minds of those nearby. She merely laughed, throwing her arms around his neck. "His name's Gernith!"


Name: Gernith
Color: Brown
Personality: Steadfast, Loyal, Faithful, Kind
Appearance: Gernith’s wings are an almost light tan color, he seems to darken to a dark chocolate brown. Gernith is large he is built along the lines of a small bronze, his wings are long lithe and thin. He will be a decent sized Brown almost a small bronze. He will be 40 meters at full growth
Impressed to: Norala (Female Candidate)

[akusma]

He'd almost got his breathing under control. He'd almost stopped feeling sick. He'd almost finished with the basic outlining and setch detailing on the bust he was drawing. It would help if the Blood would stay still, but of course he couldn't actually ask that, he was already on her 'hate' list, he didn't need any more of her attention. If anything he wanted less of it then he was getting already. He didn't want to be known by her. Definately not -

YOU CAME! I thought you wouldn't come, I thought you didn't want your Omuntoth! I thought that you weren't going to come for me I thought that you were going to draw something. But I'm coming don't worry I'm coming to see you! He froze, pencil hovering above the page before he carefully lowered it, nearly dropping it as he jumped again once the egg had finally broken. He didn't want it! He wasn't worried that the Brass might not come, he wasn't, really! He didn't...it didn't...He whimpered slightly, hunching up against the wall. Verna was not exactly happy with the circumstances.

V'na I'm here now feed me, I'm hungry and you need to give me food. Or I will surely die. He wouldn't mind that, really he wouldn't...V'na! The Brass whined, head lowering to look up at the boy instead of down. V'na, what's wrong? Don't you want your Omuntoth? He didn't get a response. Virena was just staring at him, eyes wide as he clutched the notepad and pencil. Nothing was going right. When he wanted the dragon dead, he couldn't even get that right! When would the Brass leave? When you don't need me. Right now you do, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting in the back of the room not talking - V'na you're shaking! The Brass quickly wound himself around his rider, nudging him away from the wall. His rider should not be this scared, there was nothing wrong! Nothing was going wrong and he had to make V'na see that. There was no horrible mistake that would jump around the corner, he wouldn't be taken away from him.

V'na was not so happy about being pushed away from the wall, of course. He squeaked, flinching away from the dragon behind him and trying to shuffle forwards, as far as he could away. Omuntoth snorted, grabbing hold of the shirt and pulling him back. If you're not ready to be touched, you're not ready to go back to the normal world. Stay. You can make friends later.

[prissy]

Abarineth watched her clutch with interest she was much pleased but what was going on with Omuntoth? Why was His not feeding him, it was not much like what she was interested in what was going on with her Daughters. She was pleased that both had hatched and impressed so well and they were going to return to Benden Weyr, it would be a big event for the entire Weyr at least Abarineth thought it would be. She was sure that this was not going to be anything that would change her in any way. Other than she would remain Senior Queen and who ever rose first between them would be the more senior junior Queen, it intriuged her for the moment.

[Krystal]

~Candidate Blavack~

Blavack knew he was very late as he finally exited the lift in his robe, giving the adult blood a nod of respect. He had already missed several dragons hatching, including both queens. Great, just great. He was here now though, and he went to stand with the other males that had yet to impress. There were twelve eggs left, out of twenty, well that wasn't spectacularly late, but it was still late.

I am here now. If any of you are mine, I am here. He thought toward the eggs, what if he was too late and his dragon had died within it's egg? Faranth, he couldn't think like that, he had to be positive. So he straightened to his full height and held his head high as his gaze roamed over the eggs. It would be just his luck if this was his last chance to ever impress and he didn't.

[prissy]

As soon as the long haired candidate walked in an egg gave a heave and rocked chipping its way slowly open. It was going to break, it was going to! The inhabitant just knew that it was going to break free and become bonded to its rider, the dragon inside was sure that his was out there. It was long before he broke free, his head was out and he looked around there was Blavack. However he didn't speak make Blavack sweat that was the best thing to do, Dirath had a slight streak to play he wanted to play with Blavack. He tapped his way slowly free, it wasn't long before he was sitting on the sands slowly working his way to Blavack's side. He walked with a slow grace, hoping to make his way to Blavack before speaking.

Bl'ack there you are, I'm Dirath. Did you ever think I was anothers? Did you? I bet you did. Dirath said his voice taking a tone of playful taunting as he looked at Bl'ack his tone was so close to Blavack's that it might have startled the new weyrling but at least it would have most others. However it was just the way Dirath was, he looked at Bl'ack and spoke again. Feed your Dirath please? He is most hungry.


Name: Dirath
Color: Brown
Personality: Calm, Considerate, Polite, Hard Worker, Slightly Playful
Appearance: Dirath is a dark unbroken brown, he has no markings and he appears to be quite plain to most however to himself he is quite extraordinary. Dirath is a large brown but that’s only in build his size is actually about midsize, he won’t be quite as large as his brother Gernith, but he is a good sized brown who will take a while to bathe. He will be 35 meters at full growth.
Impressed to:Bl’ack (Blavack)