Hatching: Christmas Clutch

[SummerRain]

Amadahy watched as first a brown, then a green, hatched from their eggs. She felt somewhat disappointed. She had been looking forward to Impressing with a dragon, but she also knew that it was unlikely. There were more candidates than eggs. And one could never tell when a dragon would choose a person from the stands, rather than an actual candidate. She sighed quietly. She knew what others had said about her. About her scars, both physical and emotional, and how she had lived without a true guardian for the ten Turns since the meteors fell. The proof was revealed when she was alone in her room. She had only her little fire-lizard.

Emerald, knowing what Amadahy was thinking, returned to her perch on Amadahy's shoulder. Amadahy smiled slightly, but it was sad. She reached up to pet the leathery creature's head, Emerald's humming reassuring her somewhat. There was always another Turn, always another sunrise. Even if she didn't Impress a dragon from this clutch, there was always another one, no matter how long the wait. She looked back at the Northern Star egg, glancing over the others. She hoped that one of these dragons would choose her, but she knew that there was always another clutch in the future.

[Batman]

Cercy giggled and clapped as the others Impressed. Two dragons hatched, eight to go. She was excited, but also worried that she wouldn't Impress.

There were so few eggs this time. So few chances to Impress. She just crossed her fingers and hoped. Maybe her and her brother would Impress this time! She sure hoped so.

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Draym smiled and nodded at the new Brown rider. Of course, two dragons down, meant only eight more to go. He frowned and sighed. Well, the best thing to do was to keep an open mind!

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Kilkin just stood quietly by, smiling a bit as he watched the new pairs go off to get some food for the new hatchlings.

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Taril was late. She snuck around and took a place against the wall of the Cavern near the Stands and watched. Two Candidates had already met their matches. Now Weyrlings, the ever naughty blue rider was sizing up young L'ost.

She straightened her admittedly long skirt and smiled to herself. It might be too early to try and prey on fresh weyrlings.

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S'ril was feeling a little under the weather. The brown rider had decided to sit this one out, but was getting a play by play from Coco and Drith. This was slightly annoying as the rider was trying to sleep his cold off. Being woke up every few minutes with pictures and someone in your head did not make for good rest.

[Batman]

The First and Second Wise Men Eggs began to violently rock at once. These two eggs seemed to be slightly at war, smacking against each other. The smacking of the shells together finally caused the eggs to shatter. The two blues that were left in the wake of their eggs tumbled opposite ways onto the sands. The first to get up was a calico type colored blue, and slightly smaller than the other blue.

He looked over at his clutchmate and snorted. Walking off toward the Candidates. It didn't take long for this blue to find who he was looking for. He stopped right in front of Tarust and smacked the boy in the stomach with his muzzle.


Come on Mine. Lets leave these people, and find me some food. And that pretty bright green that Hatched a moment ago. Feed your Firth, T'rustMine


As Firth Impressed, the other blue shook goo-caked sand from his hide. He was much darker than his blue brother, a deep, dark blue hide. This blue looked around quite serenely. He didn't need to rush, His was here. His eyes swirled with greens and blues that were rare for a starving hatchling.

The dark blue slowly walked around the circle of Candidates, bothering not to even sniff one. His eyes were already on who he was after. And he stopped right in front of her.


Mine, let us go. Gather your hatchling, Mine and go feed your Yulth. He needs you too, Azariah.

Blue Firth

Name: Firth
Turns: Hatchling
Weyrling Class: Christmas
Color: Blue (2da3b0)
Size: 27 Meters (when mature)
Impressed to: T'rust (formerly Tarust)

Appearance:
Firth is your typical run of the mill body type and is about the average size for a blue. His tail is slightly longer than a normal dragon and is more flexible than others. Firth is a montage of different blues with an almost calico like markings. His base color is darker blue with a hint of green. His belly, neck, inner wings, and back legs are all a lighter shade of the main color. In a saddle like marking on his back and neck are a series of blues that get darker as it goes towards his spine. The darkest blues can be found on the end of his headknobs, tail tip, and front feet.

Personality:
Firth is not the bravest Blue. One thing this dragon has going for him (if you want to call it that) is his stubbornness. This Blue will follow anything he sets his mind to until he can't make it any better, or any worse. Usually, he can't make it any worse.

Firth is a trickster. He loves to play harmless pranks on his rider and anyone around, until something else takes his attention away. He is often distracted by something in the middle of a prank which ends up turning it into a hilarious thing to watch.

Firth is also smooth with the ladies, making him a favorite among his clutch-mates, and plenty of human women.

Other:





[center][size=3]Blue Firth [/size]
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[size=1]
[b]Name:[/b] Firth
[b]Turns:[/b] Hatchling
[b]Weyrling Class:[/b] Christmas
[b]Color:[/b] [color=2da3b0]Blue (2da3b0)[/color]
[b]Size:[/b] 27 Meters (when mature)
[b]Impressed to:[/b] T'rust (formerly Tarust)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Firth is your typical run of the mill body type and is about the average size for a blue.  His tail is slightly longer than a normal dragon and is more flexible than others.  Firth is a montage of different blues with an almost calico like markings.  His base color is darker blue with a hint of green.  His belly, neck, inner wings, and back legs are all a lighter shade of the main color.  In a saddle like marking on his back and neck are a series of blues that get darker as it goes towards his spine.  The darkest blues can be found on the end of his headknobs, tail tip, and front feet.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Firth is not the bravest Blue. One thing this dragon has going for him (if you want to call it that) is his stubbornness. This Blue will follow anything he sets his mind to until he can't make it any better, or any worse. Usually, he can't make it any worse.

Firth is a trickster. He loves to play harmless pranks on his rider and anyone around, until something else takes his attention away. He is often distracted by something in the middle of a prank which ends up turning it into a hilarious thing to watch.

Firth is also smooth with the ladies, making him a favorite among his clutch-mates, and plenty of human women.

[b]Other:[/b][/size]



Blue Yulth

Name: Yulth
Turns: Hatchling
Weyrling Class: Christmas
Color: Blue (005e96)
Size: 28 Meters (when mature)
Impressed to: Azariah

Appearance:
Yulth will be on the bigger side as he grows up. He is a low to the ground type of dragon, with shorter legs and a big barrel chest. He's compact but incredibly sturdy; no doubt granting him some admiral stamina. Yulth is darkest colored dragon from his clutch with his hide being a deep blue. He has a series of stripes along the back of his neck, tail, and back legs. A few of the stripes also decorate the inner membrane of his wings. His hide has a slight metallic quality and he shimmers in certain lights.

Personality:
Yulth is a very calm Blue. This dragon would rather sit and contemplate the outcome than actually do something. He will often get lost in his own thoughts. This also means that his rider will do, being accidentally barraged with random 'what ifs'.

This makes it especially hard for Yulth to Chase. He will sit at the edge of his weyr and contemplate on outcomes until the Flight is over. The little Blue misses out on a lot of Flights because of this problem.

One exception to Yulth's issue is his rider. He will happily and blindly do anything that his rider asks of him. This includes actually joining in on Flights, some of the time.

Other:




[center][size=3]Blue Yulth [/size]
[img]http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/4376/yulthbig.png[/img][/center]

[size=1]
[b]Name:[/b] Yulth
[b]Turns:[/b] Hatchling
[b]Weyrling Class:[/b] Christmas
[b]Color:[/b] [color=005e96]Blue (005e96)[/color]
[b]Size:[/b] 28 Meters (when mature)
[b]Impressed to:[/b] Azariah

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Yulth will be on the bigger side as he grows up.  He is a low to the ground type of dragon, with shorter legs and a big barrel chest.  He's compact but incredibly sturdy; no doubt granting him some admiral stamina.   Yulth is darkest colored dragon from his clutch with his hide being a deep blue.  He has a series of stripes along the back of his neck, tail, and back legs.  A few of the stripes also decorate the inner membrane of his wings.  His hide has a slight metallic quality and he shimmers in certain lights.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Yulth is a very calm Blue. This dragon would rather sit and contemplate the outcome than actually do something. He will often get lost in his own thoughts. This also means that his rider will do, being accidentally barraged with random 'what ifs'.

This makes it especially hard for Yulth to Chase. He will sit at the edge of his weyr and contemplate on outcomes until the Flight is over. The little Blue misses out on a lot of Flights because of this problem.

One exception to Yulth's issue is his rider. He will happily and blindly do anything that his rider asks of him. This includes actually joining in on Flights, some of the time.

[b]Other:[/b][/size]



[Tahki]

Azariah and Asta

Azariah kept her nerves calm and steady. The little green had passed by the girls like she was the queen of the clutch. Such a fiesty little thing would have suited the older girl but the dragon seemed to fancy the girl near the end of their group. She clapped, hiding her feeling of dissapointment before turning back to the eggs.

Two eggs from the closely sititng trio suddenly cracked as they collided together and spilled their contents. Two blues! Azariah held back a gasp at the wonderful contrast between these two. One was a myriad of blues and a sand color; the other dark with feline like stripes. The marble blue ran off to a boy and let him know quite well that he was his new rider. It seemed the dragons were impressing to the standard way they did.

Turning back to see which boy the bigger blue picked, she had to blink in surprise as it calmly took its time to look and then came in a straight line towards her. A blue? Azariah tried not to take a step back, less she scare the thing away.

Mine, let us go. Gather your hatchling, Mine and go feed your Yulth. He needs you too, Azariah.[/i]

A rush of warm water seemed to wash over her brain. Suddenly there was another mind there; he knew what she did and the same in return. Azariah reached out and placed a gentle hand on top of the dark blue head and smiled so wide, she could feel her mouth begin to hurt. Such a proper little gentlemen too!

I am? What's a gentlemen? There is a little girl waving to you. Is that her?
"Oh. It's a very polite person who knows their manners. Asta?"

Azariah glanced before her to see Asta practically leaning all the way over the ledge to get her mother's attention. York quickly nipped at her ear to get the girl to move back to safety. The candidate..no, weyrling, laughed and guided the curious blue towards the tables that held the meat. One of the riders from the stands guided her daughter down the steps where she immediately ran to tackle her mother's waist in a tight hug.

"Asta, this is Yulth." She said as she grabbed a bowl of meat and begin feeding little pieces of the hungry blue.

Asta kneeled down to the blue's level and looked into his rainbow eyes. She looked at her mother for permissiong before reaching out to scratch the eye ridges of the blue. Yulth closed his eyes in pleasure. Not only did he find his rider, but a little one to take extra good care of him. Asta giggle and edged in closer to watch him eat as the trio backed away to let the rest of the hatching events take place.
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[Dev]

Next the Drummer Boy egg had begun to rock and when it split open, Kiren looked dead on at the spectacle. The Green dragon was very open with her personality straight-off, her head held very high. Very proud dragon, she is, thought Kiren as she seemed to find one of the Candidates that she found the best and nudged the girl so that she fell over onto her butt.

The First and Second Wise Man's eggs began to knock together, so much that Kiren's attention was drawn back to the clutch instead of the newly paired Rider. With the force that was being administered between the two it became such that both new dragonets were hatched at the same time, two Blues. The darker blue had Kiren following it to a woman Candidate, it seemed to take its time, that it knew exactly where its bonded was. And it did.

The woman then with the dragonet came over to the Stands where a little girl was. Must be her daughter, he thought and it was a chance for Kiren to smile. Looking back he saw the lighter blue had impressed to a boy Candidate, but the two were already moving away by now. And so Kiren's thoughts and eyes went back to the remaining six eggs.

-x-x-x- -x-x-x- -x-x-x-

Valic had felt his heart leap when the next egg had a Green pop out of it. The Green was very prompt, and it didn't seem that she had any interest in the boys. He was with the Weyr's eyes as the Green seemed to have chosen her bonded and he almost shouted with happiness when he saw that it was his sister whom the Green had chosen. Valdis, his twin, a Dragonrider! It was a momentous feeling, and he wasn't even the one who was to be anticipating Impression on the Sands. Seeing Valdis lead her dragon off, he smiled widely, his attention going back to the eggs. After the Hatching was over, he'd seek her out with her new companion to meet her.

[Tahki]

Four eggs down and four new future riders for the Weyr. The six remaining eggs were now under intense scrutiny. Would there be anything higher than a brown in this clutch? The Third Wise Man Egg was the only one remaining from the trio that had been grouped together. It's blue siblings had left it there to hatch on its own. Unhappy about sitting by itself, the brown egg gave a violent heave.

The top of the egg crack almost cleanly off as a little head popped out to spy on the world around it and see what had happened to its clutchmates. A crowd began to mutter in confusion as the little hatchling turned its head to look around. It looked almost...silver? As she moved from the direction of the light, people began to realize she was a pale green with an odd silver sheen to her hide.

If she was worried about the confusion, the little green didn't show it. She chirped happily and scrambled against her egg until it fell over and allowed her to spill out. Stretching her little wings to dry, she began to look at the candidates. With eyes whirling quicker than light, she began bounding towards the girls.

The silvery green suddenly stopped at the Snowy Landscape Egg. The egg was shaking much less than the others. She crooned in concern and butted her head against the egg. It gave a little shake then stopped. The green balanced on her back legs and put her front paws on the shell, chirping to her sibling. Did they not want to come out? When the egg showed no sign of movement, the little green pushed, causing a squeak inside.

She dropped to the ground and began to croon happily to the little one inside. The world was so bright and happy out here! And her rider was waiting for her. Waiting for a few minutes, the crowd began to worry that the egg was a dud. Their fears were silenced when the Snowy Landscape Egg suddenly cracked opened and another little green crawled out. Her hide was much brighter than her sister with a lighter belly coloring underneath. She gave a scared cry and tried to crawl back into her shell at the sight of all these people.

The silvery green crooned to her again, taking a wing joint gently into her mouth and pulling her back outside. With further encouragement, she guided her towards the waiting candidates. The light colored green followed behind her closely until she saw her rider amongst the candidates. With a happy cry, she finally left her sister's side to tackle them to the ground in excitement.

Oh mine, this world is way to scary! Won't you take your Holith to a much quieter place and feed her?[/i][/b]

Seeing her sister settled with someone who would comfort the shy little thing, the silvery green could get back to her business. She scanned the girls and boys, head tilted curiously as she pranced between them. One of the boys was pushed down as she placed her front paws up on him this time, knocking him down to sniff his face before deciding he wasn't it. A tug on her mind made her turn and see a girl standing with her brother. The green squeaked with joy and almost tackled her as well.

Cercy! Your Tinseth is sorry but my sister needed help. I am so happy to see you! Can I get food? Who's this?"[/i][/b]

IMPRESSED TO NPC
(Available for Adoption)

Green Holith

Name: Holith
Turns: Hatchling
Weyrling Class: Christmas
Color: Green (aed190)
Size: 25 Meters (when mature)

Appearance:
She will grow up to be the average size for a green. Holith is built more light weight than her other green counter parts. She has an elongated neck, delicate legs, and a very flexible, if not long, tail. She is the perfect example of a sleek build and bound to turn a few male heads.

Holith’s hide is a very light green, similar to that of freshly sprouted leaves. A light pale green decorates the underside of her jaw and runs down her throat, chest, and the tips of each of her feet. As it reaches the center, it almost pales to a pure white. The undersides of her wings are also this same pale color. On a day with white clouds, she is almost impossible to see in flight when looking up thanks to the white camouflage.

Personality:
Holith can best be described as a mouse. She is a quiet little green who tends to hold back unlike the stereotypical sisters of her color. Her mind voice is always soft and soothing. She generally keeps her opinion to herself and is more likely to befriend those who are more strong willed than she. Holith enjoys outgoing dragons and people; using them to make up for her shyness.

She likes to play the peacekeeper and voice of reason. She avoids fights like the plague and gets very uncomfortable in stressful situations. Holith will do anything to please her rider and her trust in people is beyond measure. She comes off a tad naïve and can be found sticking closely to her rider and friends. In time she may break down some of those walls that prevent her from being more outgoing.

Other:

[center][size=3]Green Holith[/size]
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[size=1]
[b]Name:[/b] Holith
[b]Turns:[/b] Hatchling
[b]Weyrling Class:[/b] Christmas
[b]Color:[/b] [color=aed190]Green (aed190)[/color]
[b]Size:[/b] 25 Meters (when mature)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
She will grow up to be the average size for a green.  Holith is built more light weight than her other green counter parts.  She has an elongated neck, delicate legs, and a very flexible, if not long, tail.  She is the perfect example of a sleek build and bound to turn a few male heads.

Holith’s hide is a very light green, similar to that of freshly sprouted leaves.  A light pale green decorates the underside of her jaw and runs down her throat, chest, and the tips of each of her feet.  As it reaches the center, it almost pales to a pure white.  The undersides of her wings are also this same pale color.  On a day with white clouds, she is almost impossible to see in flight when looking up thanks to the white camouflage.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Holith can best be described as a mouse.  She is a quiet little green who tends to hold back unlike the stereotypical sisters of her color.  Her mind voice is always soft and soothing.  She generally keeps her opinion to herself and is more likely to befriend those who are more strong willed than she.  Holith enjoys outgoing dragons and people; using them to make up for her shyness.

She likes to play the peacekeeper and voice of reason.  She avoids fights like the plague and gets very uncomfortable in stressful situations.  Holith will do anything to please her rider and her trust in people is beyond measure.  She comes off a tad naïve and can be found sticking closely to her rider and friends.  In time she may break down some of those walls that prevent her from being more outgoing.

[b]Other:[/b][/size]


Green Tinseth

Name: Tinseth
Turns: Hatchling
Weyrling Class: Christmas
Color: Green (64a88b)
Size: 22 Meters (when mature)

Appearance:
Tinseth is on the smaller side of greens. She has an average build with elongated wings that allow her to glide much easier than others. Her hide is made up of pale evergreen color that somtimes appears blue in certain lights. She has no real markings but her skin does have a sort of silver sheen to it during daylight hours that makes her look almost metallic.

Personality:
Jingly. That would be a great way to describe Tinseth's mind-voice. It has a slightly bell-like quality to it. Not only does her voice have a festive and happy note to it, Tinseth is an extremely bubbly and happy Green.

Tinseth is not a flirt however. She prefers the subtle approach, and often embarrasses herself around males. She just doesn't know what to say. Tinseth will let her Flights do the talking though.

This small Green will have short but intense Flights, and only the bravest of males will be able to make her theirs.

Other:

[center][size=3]Green Tinseth [/size]
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[b]Name:[/b] Tinseth
[b]Turns:[/b] Hatchling
[b]Weyrling Class:[/b] Christmas
[b]Color:[/b] [color=64a88b]Green (64a88b)[/color]
[b]Size:[/b] 22 Meters (when mature)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Tinseth is on the smaller side of greens.  She has an average build with elongated wings that allow her to glide much easier than others.  Her hide is made up of pale evergreen color that somtimes appears blue in certain lights.  She has no real markings but her skin does have a sort of silver sheen to it during daylight hours that makes her look almost metallic.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Jingly. That would be a great way to describe Tinseth's mind-voice. It has a slightly bell-like quality to it. Not only does her voice have a festive and happy note to it, Tinseth is an extremely bubbly and happy Green.

Tinseth is not a flirt however. She prefers the subtle approach, and often embarrasses herself around males. She just doesn't know what to say. Tinseth will let her Flights do the talking though.

This small Green will have short but intense Flights, and only the bravest of males will be able to make her theirs.

[b]Other:[/b][/size]

[Jellybean]

Fiachrath nuzzled her rider's shoulder and smugly said, I told you that the smith-girl was going to be good for a dragon.

I never doubted you, dear love. Sulja replied with tears in her eyes as she recalled the day she Impressed Fia.

This was the future of Pern coming to life before her eyes, and yet she feared for the future of her world. A brown, a green and two blues were all that had hatched thus far. Six eggs remained, surely there was a gold in one of them. There simply had to be.

Fia, how would you like to take a trip up north tomorrow? The entire continent cannot be dead. I refuse to believe it is so.

The dark green dragon glanced away from the hatching eggs to look at her chosen, knowing full well that the woman would not be swayed from her idea. If you are certain as to this course we should go at night. I am not easily seen at night. Even if we were to be seen, nobody would know where we travel to.

Fiachrath and Sulja turned back to watch the hatching as one and the human sighed unhappily as two more greens burst forth. She knew the smaller dragons were needed just as much as the breeders, yet without the breeders the species would not continue. Yes, very soon (perhaps that night while most everyone was at the Hatching party) the green-pair would travel north and see if the salvation of Pern was there, somewhere, waiting to be discovered.

[SummerRain]

Amadahy's hope began to falter as first two, then two more dragons hatched and Impressed their partners. There were very few eggs left. What... What was going to happen now? Emerald, sensing her partner's wavering faith, nuzzled Amadahy. She sent a picture of Amadahy with a dragon of her own.

"You're quite right," Amadahy said softly. "I mustn't give up hope." She scratched Emerald's leathery hide behind her right ear. "I am not alone any more. You found me, and I you. It does not matter if I should be Impressed by a dragon, for I know that you will always be at my side." Emerald nodded, still humming along with the others. Amadahy couldn't help but notice that the Northern Star egg was away from the others. Did that mean it would hatch a Gold?

[Ramba-Cat]

Tarust watched the brown hatch, followed by a green who Impressed to the girl he had spoken to before. Then two blues hatched, and Tarust watched both of these carefully. One seemed to snort at his brother before moving...towards him? Certainly blue wasn't what he expected, a brown or bronze perhaps...but a dragon was a dragon, and blues were the fastest males in the sky,

Come on Mine. Lets leave these people, and find me some food. And that pretty bright green that Hatched a moment ago. Feed your Firth, T'rustMine

T'rust blinked, shocked by the sudden feeling of love. It was an intruder, unbidden and unwanted...yet at the same time it felt...warm, and fuzzy. Firth was welcome, it didn't matter how strong he turned out to be after all....

--

Ruteakyra watched the brown hatch and Impress the nice, shy boy, then the green hatch and Impress to a young woman. Two blues hatched and Impressed, one to a young woman who Ruteakyra thought may have a daughter - she wasn't sure on this, but the young child certainly looked very similar to the woman.

Then two greens hatched, and one Impressed to Draym's sister. If Draym Impressed male, that could lead to several...unfortunate events. The other green had Impressed off somewhere leaving only...

four eggs left?

Yes, that seemed right. There were so many candidates on the Sands and so few dragon left to Impress, but Ruteakyra kept her cool. She was young, she had time, now Gritorth had risen once, she would certainly rise again, and soon enough with any luck.

No, Ruteakyra could live life as a candidate for a little while longer - maybe they would let her focus entirely on her studies until another clutch was on the Sands? She could have a chance of making it to Journeyman Beastcrafter if it were possible....

[Batman]

Cercy! Your Tinseth is sorry but my sister needed help. I am so happy to see you! Can I get food? Who's this?

Cercy blinked a moment, looking down at the little green. What...oh Faranth!

She had Impressed! This little gorgeous green was hers! She got so excited she hugged the green around her neck and squealed in happiness. Tears streamed down her face, the impact of her Impression just washing hard over her. She was so happy.

"That's Draym, Cercy. He is my brother. Draym, look! This is Tinseth!!" The new Weyrling giggled and led her dragon away from the action for food.

Cercy didn't stop giggling and smiling as she began to feed chunks of meat to Tinseth. The green crooned as she ate, eyes swirling with happy blues and greens. She had chose perfectly! Even the green's croon had a musical tone to it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Draym smiled and watched as his sister Impressed. The green was an odd little one, almost metallic in certain lights. Draym was proud of his sister. This was a good day.

"Pleased to meet you, Tinseth. Take care of my sister!" He smiled and turned his attention to Kyra not too far away from him. She had still not Impressed. He watched her quietly for a minute. She would surely Impress, even if he didn't.

[Batman]

The Silver Bell Egg shook violently. This little silver egg just could not contain the little dragon it housed any longer. Cracks began to form along the surface of the egg, small ones at first. A large crack shot sideways across the front and back of the shell.

In a sudden explosion of shell, the Silver Bell Egg gave way to a little blue dragon. The steel blue hatchling tumbled from the remains of his shell and keened as he flopped down onto his back on the sand.

Slowly, the blue dragon uprighted himself and looked around at all the people. He made his way slowly over to the Candidates standing around the eggs. Sniffing at a couple of them, the blue turned and huffed. These would not do, why had the big dragons not done better at selecting? The little blue shook his head disappointedly.

He was not one to just between. There were other people here. Waddling awkwardly toward the stands, the blue unfurled his wings to make sure he had not hurt himself in his fall. He had all the time in the world, he did. That is, until his stomach growled at him. It was slightly awkward to see the little blue turn his head to the side and try to look at his stomach as if to tell it to shut up.

Finally, the blue made it to the stands.


Mine! Mine, come down here and show me where the food is! Your Ivith needs you K'ren.

The sound of the blue's voice in newly Impressed K'ren's mind was soft, calm, and slightly more intelligent than a normal blue might sound.

Blue Ivith

Name: Ivith
Turns: Hatchling
Weyrling Class: Christmas
Color: Blue (688f99)
Size: 25 Meters (when mature)
Impressed to: K'ren (formerly Kiren)

Appearance:
Ivith is right in the middle when it comes to size. He's a lanky blue with a long neck and legs. He is stuck in a perpetual state of never truly growing into his body. This gives him a look of being taller and a rather runner like build. Like his blue cluthmate, Ivith has a prominent saddle like marking. His base color is a cool steel blue. A drastically darker steel blue makes up the dappled saddle marking on his back and completely covers his entire wings both inside and out.

Personality:
Ivith is a scholar in a dragon's body. He is a remarkably smart little thing despite his color rank. He is always up for an adventure and wants to see everything the world has to offer. He enjoys asking questions and will spend many a time sitting on his ledge and studying people. Nothing passes his eye. If there were books big enough for dragons to read, he'd demand on. Instead, his poor rider will probably end up doing the reading for him.

He has a calm and easy going disposition. Ivith could win awards with his patience as well. He has no problem taking all the time needed to talk with someone or work out a problem. He's a generally likable fellow and does his best to stay out of local weyr drama.

Other:





[center][size=3]Blue Ivith[/size]
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[b]Name:[/b] Ivith
[b]Turns:[/b] Hatchling
[b]Weyrling Class:[/b] Christmas
[b]Color:[/b] [color=688f99]Blue (688f99)[/color]
[b]Size:[/b] 25 Meters (when mature)
[b]Impressed to:[/b] K'ren (formerly Kiren)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Ivith is right in the middle when it comes to size.  He's a lanky blue with a long neck and legs.  He is stuck in a perpetual state of never truly growing into his body.  This gives him a look of being taller and a rather runner like build.  Like his blue cluthmate, Ivith has a prominent saddle like marking.  His base color is a cool steel blue.  A drastically darker steel blue makes up the dappled saddle marking on his back and completely covers his entire wings both inside and out.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Ivith is a scholar in a dragon's body.  He is a remarkably smart little thing despite his color rank.  He is always up for an adventure and wants to see everything the world has to offer.  He enjoys asking questions and will spend many a time sitting on his ledge and studying people.  Nothing passes his eye.  If there were books big enough for dragons to read, he'd demand on.  Instead, his poor rider will probably end up doing the reading for him.

He has a calm and easy going disposition.  Ivith could win awards with his patience as well.  He has no problem taking all the time needed to talk with someone or work out a problem.  He's a generally likable fellow and does his best to stay out of local weyr drama.

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[Dev]

Kiren had watched as the Third Wise Man's egg shook and then the Snowy Landscape egg as well. It was apparent the little dragonet had been done with the egg as a little Green head shot out of the Third Wise Man's egg. Clamoring out of the shell, the little Green was a very happy hatchling as it bounded towards the Candidates. Watching, he saw the Green stop then, turning to her eggmate still rocking in the shell and butted her head against it.

Another Green appeared, but she looked so timid. Trying to go back into the shell to be away from all the people. Eventually the little one moved away from the shell, darting for her chosen. The two made Kiren smile slightly, and he watched the other Green who had helped find her bonded as well among the girl Candidates. However, the explosion of the Silver Bell egg had Kiren's attention in a moment.

A steel blue dragonet came tumbling from the shell, landing on its back. As the hatchling righted itself onto its feet, Kiren watched it walk across to the Candidates, sniffing them experimentally. The way the dragonet snorted, it seemed that he wasn't pleased at all with any of them. Did...did that mean he would between? The thought was passing as the blue unfurled his wings and Kiren got a good look at his markings. The steel blue was concurrent throughout all of him. That was when the dragonet walked toward the stands.

Mine! Mine, come down here and show me where the food is! Your Ivith needs you K'ren.

Ivith... the thought shook him and a feeling of warmth and understanding came to him. Ivith's voice was so calming to him. "Yes...yes Ivith! I'm coming!" his voice rose, unexpected to himself and he was pushing his way through the crowd of people in the Stands as some stared at him in wonder. He wasn't thinking. No...it was more like he had just begun to live. How could he have done so without Ivith there? His father watched him go, shocked, but the seeds of pride where there. He got his wish.

As Kiren, no K'ren, reached Ivith he found himself smiling. But...what was he to do? Ivith was hungry, where was he to go to feed him? His little knowledge of anything related to a Hatching had finally caught up with him, and he felt at a loss. That was until Ivith answered him in his soft voice.

"The big dragons. Their riders must have the food, over there." And Ivith began promptly walking in that direction, K'ren quick to follow. As they moved over towards the Riders, Fyr'an and A'lar were ready. Fyr'an in particular approached the newly named K'ren, and directed him over to where meat would be for the dragonets. A'lar was quite pleased that the dragonet had picked from the Stands instead of betweening, "Smart little fella," he remarked, "Knows that even us Riders can make mistakes." Fyr'an scoffed, but smiled slightly, wondering if the small clutch would produce anymore surprises.

As K'ren and Ivith approached where the food was for the dragonets, K'ren took some of the meat into his hands. Feeding Ivith was like feeding a black hole! He was just so hungry. The Weyrling could only imagine, staying inside an egg for so long without food. Ivith seemed amused by this thought, but K'ren smiled anyway unabashed. Everything was going to be fine now, they were together.

[Tahki]

The eggs were beginning the dwindle down now and whatever fears about leaving the sands alone today would surely be multiply in the candidates. The unexpected stands impressions added more pressure but happy murmurs among the crowd. This was certainly an exciting little clutch.

The remaining eggs were still rocking. Many people had been curious was inside the Northern Star Egg or the Multicolored Christmas Tree. However it was the Red Garland egg that was moving with more life than it ever had before. The brightly colored egg jerked and rolled in its hollow of sand for a good few minutes.

A tiny crack appeared along its surface and a tiny section fell to the ground to create a tiny window to the world for the hatcling inside. It stopped to glance outside before it gave a squeal and continued to work on the shell with powerful little kicks. As time went on however, it's rustling became less frequent and a pitiful mew could be heard inside. It peered through the hole again, unable to break it's shell on its own.

Suddenly a strange mental urge fell upon Ruteakyra as if the little dragon was calling out to her to come forward and tear away this tough shell it could not break.

[Ramba-Cat]

Ruteakyra watched another dragon hatch, and Impress to a boy in the Stands. Oh, that happened, did it? She was a little amused...until an egg caught her attention. Come on little egg, hatch! She thought, as it began to rock. There was a slight sinking feeling and Ruteakyra did the thing they had been told not to do at a hatching. She ran towards the egg, and pulled at the cracks already made by the dragonet inside.

"Come on little one! Hatch! Someone here is waiting for you!" She said.

Perhaps it was just her previous experience with difficult births in Herdbeast, or something else telling her too...but the little girl just knew this egg needed help.

[Tahki]

The little dragon inside crawled desperately at its egg, mewing sadly inside as it was finally beginning to accept that its shell was not going to break no matter how hard to it. It's eyes whirled slowly until the sound of footsteps could be heard. Suddenly there was a voice and hands beginning to work away the shell through the only hole that it could create.

As if the dragon had a whole new set of energy, it bulged with happiness. The girl had come! With renewed vigor, the dragon began hitting the weakened shell again and again until it finally tumbled out of it's shell through the hole they had made together. As it raised its tiny head, the crowd in the stands gasped. Many thought it would be a little green unable to break its shell. What fell out was not what they were expecting.

Her white was a dazzling pure white and gleamed a thousand rainbows as she turned her head to look back towards Ruteakyra. Very light grey spots were spalttered across her hide and breaking the illusion of one pure color. She was tiny and delicate; smaller than an any dragon hatched before. She held herself tall though as the young thing found her feet and quickly ran to the her rescuer's side. With a happy croon, the rare little white butted her head against her chest, rainbow eyes dazzling as she nuzzled her all over.

Oh I thought I would never get out of there. I knew you would come to save your, Angeth. I am so tired from breaking that stupid shell. Could we please get something to eat?[/i][/b]

White Angeth

Name: Angeth
Gender: Female
Turns: Hatchling
Weyrling Class: Christmas
Color: White (f4f4f4)
Size: 10 Meters (when mature)

Appearance:
Angeth is one of the smallest dragons in Shura. She is the essence of delicate and always looks like she would never be able to carry a rider. The little white is much stronger than she look however. Her hide is a solid white and is dappled with very light grey spots. Like all white dragons, her hide can give off a slight rainbow shimmer in certain lights.

Personality:
Brave beyond her means, Angeth is not stubborn or brash. This White is as level headed as Ruth ever was. Without the adventurous streak. Angeth would do anything for her rider, and of course, for any Bronze.

One thing about Angeth, she knows she's female and she wants the best mate. From the moment that she was born, she began sizing up the biggest Bronzes and Browns in the Weyr. Angeth is a flirt, and everyone knows it.

Perhaps because of the fact that she is so into her mates, Angeth refuses to chew firestone. This White, would rather have clutches than spew fire.

Other:

[center][size=3]White Angeth [/size]
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[b]Name:[/b] Angeth
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Turns:[/b] Hatchling
[b]Weyrling Class:[/b] Christmas
[b]Color:[/b] [color=f4f4f4]White (f4f4f4)[/color]
[b]Size:[/b] 10 Meters (when mature)

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Angeth is one of the smallest dragons in Shura.  She is the essence of delicate and always looks like she would never be able to carry a rider.  The little white is much stronger than she look however.  Her hide is a solid white and is dappled with very light grey spots.  Like all white dragons, her hide can give off a slight rainbow shimmer in certain lights.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Brave beyond her means, Angeth is not stubborn or brash. This White is as level headed as Ruth ever was. Without the adventurous streak. Angeth would do anything for her rider, and of course, for any Bronze.

One thing about Angeth, she knows she's female and she wants the best mate. From the moment that she was born, she began sizing up the biggest Bronzes and Browns in the Weyr. Angeth is a flirt, and everyone knows it.

Perhaps because of the fact that she is so into her mates, Angeth refuses to chew firestone. This White, would rather have clutches than spew fire.

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