Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2012 15:20:31 GMT -5
Karredy, Gisellaine
The mood went from expectant to fearful as one of the greens hatched; though she was creeling as insistently as her siblings, she kept moving from one Candidate to the next, letting none of them come forward. And then she charged towards a group of boys, but another blue intercepted her--were they fighting? Oh no, not for Zalmaranth's first clutch! "Zalmaranth!" She called.
But the queen rumbled and only moved towards the blue after the hatchlings' brief fight--and then the green shrieked again and went between. Her rider isn't here. It's better that she left quickly.
I... I suppose. The mood was quite a bit dampened in the Sands as the Hatching hum was mixed with a mourning keen. Most eyes went to the blue on ichor-stained sand; Karredy hoped he wasn't too hurt. How much blood did hatchlings have? But then the reason for the siblings' fight became clear when the hatchling limped over to the tall (and petrified) boy, his wails changing to content, if pained, crooning.
Gisellaine bit her lip and patted Karredy's shoulder. "--happens sometimes," she said, voice nearly inaudible amid the dissonant mix of the Hatching tone and mourning keens. "After all, Zalmaranth... from the stands. Let's hope... only one."
Carmortin
Morry's agitation the minute the eggs started hatching wasn't helped from the noise. Or that several of his neighbors were already Impressing; Godrin had been chosen by a brown, and Darnell Impressed the bronze, and a couple more boys led more hatchlings off the sands as a green wandered to and from the Candidates, and a good number of dragonriders (the Weyrleaders included) started focusing on her in that palpable "THIS IS NOT GOOD" way.
The green charged over to the remaining cluster of boys (where he was!), and Morry hovered between going towards her and... well, NOT. If he wasn't her rider, she might bite his head off or disembowel him, or something--but if he WAS her rider, then what if she thought he didn't want to Impress her? And he didn't want that, but then one of her brothers got in her way, andandand--
THE HATCHLINGS WERE FIGHTING. WHAT IN THE FIRST EGG.
"Sh-should--we--I--" Oh sweet Faranth, what was he supposed to do? S'bol was motioning for them to stay still (or move away? Details were hard right now) as Zalmaranth rumbled; as brief as the spat was and that neither hatchling seemed too injured, the green shrieked--in anger or disappointment, but not pain--and disappeared.
Did a hatchling just DIE? Carmortin vaguely remembered one of S'bol's lectures: Sometimes a hatchling won't choose anyone...
The remaining hatchling came over to him and pushed his sky-blue head into Morry's hands. Please… please forgive me, my C’mor… I had to protect you, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t protect her. Will you still love me, Mine?
"...Wh-what--did you just call..." The hatchling called him C'mor, and C'mor was what he'd--it was the name he was thinking about for--when--and now...
My name is Zardilath--is that good? the blue said fearfully, cutting through the jumble in Morry's head, and he stifled a laugh.
"Y-yes. Zardilath? Zardilath!"
And your name's C'mor now, Zardilath reminded him.
"Yes." It seemed that his responses were limited to that word right now. And what on earth was wrong with his face? He could barely talk and he kept feeling like... right, he was smiling. But of course he was SMILING, he just Impressed and it his dragon was Zardilath and--
C'mor, I'm hungry, Zardilath said mournfully. And my head hurts.
"Oh! All right, then, let's... let's go." And the pair of them stumbled off to where the buckets of meat (and the dragonhealer) were waiting.
The mood went from expectant to fearful as one of the greens hatched; though she was creeling as insistently as her siblings, she kept moving from one Candidate to the next, letting none of them come forward. And then she charged towards a group of boys, but another blue intercepted her--were they fighting? Oh no, not for Zalmaranth's first clutch! "Zalmaranth!" She called.
But the queen rumbled and only moved towards the blue after the hatchlings' brief fight--and then the green shrieked again and went between. Her rider isn't here. It's better that she left quickly.
I... I suppose. The mood was quite a bit dampened in the Sands as the Hatching hum was mixed with a mourning keen. Most eyes went to the blue on ichor-stained sand; Karredy hoped he wasn't too hurt. How much blood did hatchlings have? But then the reason for the siblings' fight became clear when the hatchling limped over to the tall (and petrified) boy, his wails changing to content, if pained, crooning.
Gisellaine bit her lip and patted Karredy's shoulder. "--happens sometimes," she said, voice nearly inaudible amid the dissonant mix of the Hatching tone and mourning keens. "After all, Zalmaranth... from the stands. Let's hope... only one."
Carmortin
Morry's agitation the minute the eggs started hatching wasn't helped from the noise. Or that several of his neighbors were already Impressing; Godrin had been chosen by a brown, and Darnell Impressed the bronze, and a couple more boys led more hatchlings off the sands as a green wandered to and from the Candidates, and a good number of dragonriders (the Weyrleaders included) started focusing on her in that palpable "THIS IS NOT GOOD" way.
The green charged over to the remaining cluster of boys (where he was!), and Morry hovered between going towards her and... well, NOT. If he wasn't her rider, she might bite his head off or disembowel him, or something--but if he WAS her rider, then what if she thought he didn't want to Impress her? And he didn't want that, but then one of her brothers got in her way, andandand--
THE HATCHLINGS WERE FIGHTING. WHAT IN THE FIRST EGG.
"Sh-should--we--I--" Oh sweet Faranth, what was he supposed to do? S'bol was motioning for them to stay still (or move away? Details were hard right now) as Zalmaranth rumbled; as brief as the spat was and that neither hatchling seemed too injured, the green shrieked--in anger or disappointment, but not pain--and disappeared.
Did a hatchling just DIE? Carmortin vaguely remembered one of S'bol's lectures: Sometimes a hatchling won't choose anyone...
The remaining hatchling came over to him and pushed his sky-blue head into Morry's hands. Please… please forgive me, my C’mor… I had to protect you, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t protect her. Will you still love me, Mine?
"...Wh-what--did you just call..." The hatchling called him C'mor, and C'mor was what he'd--it was the name he was thinking about for--when--and now...
My name is Zardilath--is that good? the blue said fearfully, cutting through the jumble in Morry's head, and he stifled a laugh.
"Y-yes. Zardilath? Zardilath!"
And your name's C'mor now, Zardilath reminded him.
"Yes." It seemed that his responses were limited to that word right now. And what on earth was wrong with his face? He could barely talk and he kept feeling like... right, he was smiling. But of course he was SMILING, he just Impressed and it his dragon was Zardilath and--
C'mor, I'm hungry, Zardilath said mournfully. And my head hurts.
"Oh! All right, then, let's... let's go." And the pair of them stumbled off to where the buckets of meat (and the dragonhealer) were waiting.