The Final Good-Bye (Gold Flitter Hatching)

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All over the Weyr, people went about their daily lives with no apparent rhyme or reason. A little cleaning here, some dragon oiling there, a couple in the corner ... ahem. But something was afoot. A quartet of blue flits were chittering in different areas of the Weyr. Their little prank was about to pay off. In different quarters, little eggs would slowly begin to shift and flex about, some more than others. Some were content to settle and wait, unsure about coming out. Still others wanted to be -out- but there was a shell in the way and they couldn't get through it.

One in particular, however, was eagerly shifting about in its egg. It wanted out, and this shell was so very much in the way. Finally, little claws began to dig furiously at the egg, much in the way a small dog digs at a blanket to make it more comfortable. Finally, the Mini-Candidate Lesson egg flopped over onto its side, and burst open. Righting herself somehow, the little Green shook her head and her body, and looked up at Hers, at Ledar. Let out an adorable little croon, she launched herself at him and attached herself to his arm.

This one was Hers! He was so nice and pretty and he was Hers and she was His and she would love him forever, yes she would.

Color: Green (#003300, #00E400)
Gender: Female
Adult Size: 20 inches
Age: Hatchling
Looks To: Ledar (Dance)
Appearance: This little Green is slightly pudgy, as she really doesn't want to do anything much aside from snuggle with Hers, for she loves him dearly. She is a deep green in color, with lime green feet, and wingtips. Her wings are slightly stubbier than most Green's would be, as she probably won't hardly ever use them unless she Rises. Her neck and tail are long despite this, and she tends to be a veritable living scarf around Hers' neck.
Personality: Sweet - Affectionate - Loyal - Social - Lazy - Cuddly

Still more eggs would continue shifting and rolling about, and it was only a matter of time before more of them revealed their secrets.

[Rhush]

Oh, Srunae! They're moving!

It had been some time since the weyrlingpair had come across the two firelizard eggs in Srunae's underwear drawer, but not a dull moment had gone by since then. Floret had taken to mothering the two eggs as if they were her own, the strange thing, while Zeek would occasionally stand watch before noticing something interesting to go explore.

The two gemgliders were an amusing thing to watch, and even more amusing to keep an eye on as they went back and forth between their person and the eggs, sometimes with odds and ends, sometimes to go shift them into a more comfortable position, at least, for an egg, and sometimes to wrap or unwrap them in the sheet lining their makeshift basket-nest. But now, it seemed, after several false alarms from Floret, who swore they had moved on more than one occasion, they were finally hatching.

Srunae sat up from her bed, having been writing in her journal again, and took to watching as one egg wiggled, and then the other twitched, causing Floret, who had taken up humming over her adoptive babies, to start in surprise. Oh! Oh my Pet! They are hatching! They are! Nearly tipping over the basket, the green gemglider flapped her wings impatiently, while Zeek sat sentinel-like on the bed beside Srunae.

They really are putting up quite a fuss, aren't they?

Ah, let them have their fun.

As if on a sudden whim, Zeek clambered off down the bed to the side table on the other side, snatching what was left of a meatroll off a plate there. What was left of Srunae's snack was soon deposited in her lap, with a croon from Zeek. Right! The little ones would be hungry after hatching, wouldn't they? Floret warbled at Zeek, pleased he had thought about such things. Now all attentions were turned back to the eggs - what would come out of them?

[Alyx]

HAELLA!!!! Haella cringed, wincing at the shrill shriek from Tsulocanth ripped through her head. Rolling over on the bed, she shot the dancing Green a rather dark look. "Do you mind please, Tsui? I like to be able to hear and that hurt." The hyper Green turned, eyes spinning as she nosed her rider’s shoulder. Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to be so loud. But the eggs.. the little ones. They are shaking! Shaking is good.. right? Right?

Haella scooted of the bed and moved around Tuslocanth to peer into Siran’s sleeping basket. The Green Gemglider hadn’t been too happy with the odd little eggs in her bed, but she took well enough to them after the first night and was soon hovering them like she’d laid them herself. Haella had been looking for new, dry towels in the laundry After Tsui had ‘shockingly’ soaked her during bathing. She’s almost missed the two little eggs when she’d got the towels down – Haella was still surprised she hadn’t broken it. She had looked for more, but had come up empty handed.

Since then, Tsui had been excited to see what was in them – wherries, flits, gliders… she didn’t care really, she just wanted whatever was in them OUT. NOW. It didn’t surprise Haella that the Green had flipped when the little eggs started rocking. Siran was perched on the edge of the basket, chattering and puffed up like a ticked off feline. Haella laughed, running her hand over the glider to calm her. "Easy, they are supposed to do that, Siran. You did good, Momma wherry."

Haella quickly snatched what was left of the bubbly pie she’d had on her plate from her lunch, leaving the book now forgotten on the bed as she watched the little eggs. Oh Oh oh! Is that a crack? In the left one? Haella? Hae?? Haella reached out, rubbing her fingers across the Green’s eye ridge. "Tsui, calm. Just wait and see, okay? Shouting will not help them".

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Now that the Mini-Candidate Less egg had hatched, some of the other eggs were just in a tizzy about it. How dare one of their own hatch without permission. Honestly, the nerve of some flits. The Maiden-Flight Egg and the Flights, Runs, and Clutching egg seemed to be at war for dominance, each one rocking disapprovingly, as if sensing the intensity of the other's movements. The Maiden Flight egg finally stopped moving, as if exhausted. As if to reward itself, the Flights, Runs, and Clutching egg twitched, and out shot a claw.

Ripping away at the shell, the flit flopped out angrily onto its back, eyes whirling red with disapproval at its unGAINLY self. Righting itself, it leaped at the nearest person, which happened to be Kylixia. Attaching itself to her chest, the flitter chattered up at her. This was her Person, and this person should really get her some food, else she was going to get in soooo much trouble with the flit.

Color: Gold (#fef233, #e57609)
Gender: Female
Age: >1 turn
Adult Size: 30 inches
Personality: Demanding . Bossy . Needy . Possessive . Lazy unless Rising . Entitled . Expects Hers to do whatever she wants
Looks To: Kylixia

With a stockier body than her mother, though still feminine, the flit is built for stamina and long flights. This means, when she does Rise to mate, she will fly long and give large clutches. She has mid-sized limbs with a somewhat short tail, and long wings for long flights. Her neck is long, however, making up 1/3 of her body length by itself and ends in a narrow head with stubby little horns.

Her color and markings are simple, and only add onto the brilliance that is the flitter herself. A brilliant sun gold base color gives way to a soft red orange on her belly and underside of her tail, as well as a strip down her nose from between her horns. Single stripes extending from the elbow of her wing mar the underside of the wingsail.

Unwilling to be outdone, the Maiden Flight egg decided to show itself. It wriggled, it rolled, and when the shell broke it shattered. The flit didn't tumble however, oh no. This flit stood there as if squaring off against the Person in front of it. A disapproving orange stare greeted Maylin, especially as the flit mantled its wings and whuffed at her. Yes, the Person needed to get food for her.

Color: Green (#cbff3d, #e1ff7c)
Gender: Female
Age: >1 Turn
Adult Size: 15 inches
Personality: Disapproves of everything . Lusty . Careless . Compulsive
Looks To: Maylin

This vibrant green flit is a perfect example of her color. Pretty and long and lithe, she will not be very big, but she will have enough oomph to make up for it. Unlike her golden sister, she is allll long limbs and dainty wings and general beauty. Her neck, like her sister gold's, is long and serpentine, though her head is slightly more round instead of pointed, and her horns are a bit longer as well.

Her coloring is bright. She is OUT there, and you will know it. Her hide is a bright lemon-lime green, with her markings an even more pale green along her underside. The pale green also extends from about half way down her tail, fading from her base coloring into her marking coloring.

The other eggs seemed to have exhausted themselves, and had settled down to get their second wind.

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Kylixia busy in the kitchen, her mind blank as she went about her chores in her affable persona. Only a weyrling and a candidate knew anything of her true nature and even they were kept somewhat in the dark. Truth be told she was more than decent when it came to preparing meals and so the cooks had snatched her up right quick and put her to work. Of course she was pleased that the people of the weyr so readily believed her charade though she was particularly careful to keep up appearances unless she was certain she was alone with either D'nell or Vahguel. It had been fairly easy to spot the two amongst the others; in fact D'nell had found her in the beginning shortly after she'd arrived.

Neither had any notion of her talents and she would keep it that way unless they proved particularly loyal and even then she wasn't likely to let that particular information slip.

One thing was for certain, though, and that was that weyrfolk felt very differently from holdfolk. There was far less guilt and hesitation in general amongst these people which was both wonderful and irritating all at once. Currently, as she chopped various tub-grown vegetables for a stew, she was gleaning emotions from a nearby drudge. The woman was frustrated about something though that much would have been apparent from a glance as she angrily hacked away at a hank of herdbeast meat. Ah ha! A hint of jealousy; a secret smile curled the corners of the pale woman's mouth.

Jealousy could mean a great many things. If there were undertones of lust there were often romantic troubles, though jealousy with frustration was often far more difficult to pinpoint. It could be something as trivial as sibling rivalry to something as grand as begrudging a person for everything good that happened to them. Intrigued and ever looking for secrets to hoard like gold and gemstones, Kylixia did her best to attune her little gift on the woman. Her fingers moved mechanically, clearly used to such motions for she didn't even once nick her finger with the sharp knife.

She was so intent on the woman's emotions that she was slightly confused when a seed of fear suddenly bloomed, accompanied by the woman letting out a startled shout as she scurried around her work table. Blinking, Kylixia shook her head and stared at the woman as though she'd lost her mind, though a second later she discovered what had sent the woman scurrying as an uncoordinated something launched itself, flailing limbs and wings at Kylixia and hauled itself up to her chest, sharp claws pricking at her flesh through the material of her dress. The woman set down her knife and stared at the little wedged head as the gold chattered at her, scolding.

"Well that was unexpected." She murmured to herself then snorted delicately when the gold hissed and chattered some more, talons scraping her flesh slightly; the head swung about on a long neck and oriented on the half stripped herdbeast leg and again she chattered. She wanted food and she wanted it now! Kylixia rose a brow and set her knife down and began to try and dislodge the gold from her chest but it only resulted in getting her fingers nipped at though not hard enough to even sting. With a delicate snort, she slipped around her table and moved to the one where the drudge had previously been working but was now staring at her with her mouth agape. "Lylia, you're mouth is open."

The woman snapped her mouth shut and there was a distinct surge of jealousy and frustration from her and Kylixia didn't bother to keep the smile from her lips. Carefully cutting the larger cubes of meat into smaller pieces, about the size of her fingertip, she scraped them off the table with the flat edge of her knife and into a bowl then wiped her hands on her apron, firelizard still clinging awkwardly to her chest as she moved to a corner of the kitchen to feed the awkwardly shaped little thing. "Let's have a chat, you and I."

The gold hissed defiantly and started to scold again her wings flapping and flailing about, too damp to actually lift her but looking as though they would carry her well once they dried. Another quirked eyebrow. Kylixia waited until the critter had settled and then offered a small cube of meat between two fingers. The gold lunged at it only to screech when it was held just out of reach. "Calm yourself." When the gold had settled again, Kylixia finally began to feed her. The little gold made demanding noises between offerings but aside from twitching wings remained rather calm. This continued until the bowl was empty and the darker belly of the tiny beast bulged.

Crooning, the gold scrambled up and tucked herself beneath pale golden hair, short tail curled partway around the girl's neck in a possessive gesture. Kylixia set the bowl aside and settled back in her chair, pondering the many opportunities just opened to her by this rather unexpected turn of events. She hadn't been aware that there had been a firelizard clutch about and belatedly rose to seek out the rest of it. Her searching only led her to the discovery of the shell fragments of two eggs. A clutch--certainly one that contained a gold--would be comprised of far more than just two eggs. She'd have to do a bit of snooping. Perhaps Vahguel had heard something, or even D'nell.

"I'll be back in a few minutes Lylia, I have to go find someone to ask about...this." She gestured to the suddenly lazy little gold on her shoulder. The little dear chattered softly but otherwise was dead weight on the young woman's shoulder. She supposed the thing would need a name and belatedly she realized the irony of the situation. She'd come to the weyr to get a gold and a gold she had gotten; it was just a bit smaller than she'd intended. She felt a wave of resentment directed towards her and made sure to give the drudge her sweetest smile. "I'll be back to finish, I promise."

She didn't really care if she finished her task or not, she had to figure out why there were two random firelizard eggs in the kitchen. Had someone been hiding them there hoping to Impress them? Would she now have an enemy because they hadn't managed to bond to them? Then there was the parallel train of thought that was listing all the things she could train this little gold to do. It could be her eyes and ears around the weyr, glean secrets from those in power until she had wriggled her way into the graces of every last rider who could ever possess power. A true smile tugged at her lips.

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Ledar sat upon his bed watching the two small eggs as they sat in the make-shift nest he made for them. Blankets made for excellent bedding he had discovered. He had found the two eggs lying side-by-side out by Lake Ilidath a few days ago. After taking them to a beastcrafter for identification, he had found out they were flitter eggs and was told he could keep them. He had seen flitters around the Weyr before (not to mention the ones in Nerat) and was excited to greet the little hatchlings when they awoke.

Suddenly one began to stir furiously. Ledar leaned in close to watch the egg move, a black-and-tan muzzle coming up beside him to watch as well. He put his hand on Mishka's head and waited to see what would happen. The egg shook and wobbled, bumping several times against it's sibling egg and the soft nest of blankets. At last the shell burst open and out tumbled a small green form. It righted itself and looked Ledar in the eyes. It let out an adorable little croon and threw itself at Ledar, latching on to his arm. Ledar jumped in surprise and looked intently at the green little, dragon-like form on his arm. It-she, as he remembered greens to be females, was a beautiful shade of deep green with lime green adoring her feet and the tips of her wings, folded as they were against her body. She nuzzled Hers' arm and crooned happily.

"Hello little friend!" said Ledar happily, running his finger along her head, and a wide smile across his face. She trilled at him in response and his smile widened. Her eyes were blue with joy as she nuzzled the arm of Hers. "I'm Ledar. What's your name?"

[Zen]

K’zen sat back against Pavalenth’s pale side, the still rather small Blue lay slightly curled around his rider, peering curiously at the sack of rags in his lifemate’s hands which cradled the little egg K’zen’s mother had given him. Zenelle had said she’d found the egg hidden among a stack of furs when she’d been helping out in the infirmary and after confirming that it was a firelizard egg, she’d decided to give it to K’zen, if he wanted it that was. He’d said yet of course, and now here he was, waiting for it to hatch.

He’d been checking on it as much as possible since his mother had given it to him, in between all the weyrling lessons and duties he now had. At first it had been sort of hard to handle for a free spirit like Kyzen who had never been tied down by anything. But K’zen was different than Kyzen. K’zen had a dragon and all the responsibilities that came with that glorious fact. He looked up from the little egg and over to Pavalenth, who was staring intently at the egg, “What do you think?”

Pavalenth blinked and looked to his rider, then back at the egg, It will hatch.

“Well no kidding. That’s what eggs are supposed to do.”

I mean now.

“Huh…?” The rags shifted slightly as the egg began to move and K’zen nearly dropped the bundle in surprise, “Oh NOW!” He set the bundle down on his cross legged lap and unwrapped it some from the rags around it so the hatchling wouldn’t get tangled in them when it finally emerged. “I wonder what color it will be.”

If it is smart it will be Blue.

K’zen only laughed at that and realized… it would be hungry when it came out. He looked around. Luckily he had some scraps left from his last meal nearby that he could give whatever popped out. He reached over and scooped up the last bits of fish to give to the little ‘lizard before settling back against Pavalenth to watch.

[Rhush]

How long do you think this will take, Srunae? The gold dragonet was now curled up on her stony couch, head settled on her bonded's lap while the eggs continued to rock and wiggle about in the blanket-stuffed basket, now on the floor at the weyrling's feet. Floret was once more perched precariously on the edge of the basket, having vacated for a moment or two to nibble on some of the food meant for the new hatchlings, and Zeek was settled on his Pet's shoulder, humming quietly.

I don't really know, Danovelith. It should be soon... maybe they need a little help? Mildly worried, the former beastcrafter took a moment to rub the eggs gently beneath their blankets, brushing her dark hair out of her face. She had done this with newly whelped canines before, to stimulate their bodies by increasing the warmth and friction - sometimes it helped them start to cry and clear out their lungs. After a second or two of doing this, she uncovered them again and they were quickly subjected to Floret's worried movements, rolling them over and crooning at the prettier of the two, obviously her favorite.

Srunae chuckled and glanced over at Zeek, hazel eyes twinkling. "She thinks she's a gold, doesn't she?" The blue gemglider seemed to wink at her before turning his attention back to the eggs.

Soon, soon...

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The kitchens were always buzzing with activity, and today was apparently no different. Could it kill a girl to be allowed some peace and quiet? May's head was pounding with a headache, and Rothar was settled on her shoulder where he nuzzled against her cheek and hummed as softly and soothingly as he could.

Only, nothing could really seem to soothe her. And then the table she sat at apparently had an egg on it, not that she had seen it. She had been sighing as she sat down, her eyes closed and she did not care who was around her as long as she could eat. Already she had snapped a meatroll in pieces and was offering some to the bronze. Then she was able to hear the cracking.

She looked up to be greeted by an orange eyed stare and a huff like sound. Maylin sighed and looked up to really see the green flit. She took a piece of the meatroll before offering it to the apparently very hungry green. Another huff as the green moved closer to eat. "Look Rothar, you have a new friend." She went back to eating her own food.

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L'om stared down at the egg upon his bed. Essourmith not very far either as he tilted his head one way, then the other at the egg.

When do you think it will hatch? Essourmith looked back to his rider and nudged his nose closer to the male.

"I don't know Essi. Last I recall you took forever to hatch as well." L'om chuckled as he rubbed at the large brown nose.

[Zen]

Seeing as Sera unfortunately lost her info for these babies, we're going to wrap this up quick, since I found I had saved all the images for them. You are free to roleplay out the baby hatching and bonding to your character within this thread.



Impression Decisions Egg – To K’zen
Green - 18 inches
Sweet - Shy - Needy





Mysterious Thing Egg – To Haella
Brown - 24 inches
Gluttonous - Lazy - Affectionate





Water Walking Egg – To Haella
Blue - 21 inches
Quiet - Observant - Aloof





The Spring Storm’s Hatching Egg – To Srunae
Green - 14 inches
Calm - Patient - Loving





Weyrbrats and Weyrleaders Egg – To Srunae
Brown - 22 inches
Playful - Hyper - Helpful





Leadership Of Pern Egg – To Ledar
Bronze - 25 inches
Dramatic - Attention Whore - Noisy





The Good Girl Egg – To L’es
Blue - 15 inches
Vain - Talkative - Bossy





The Dragon-Rider Bond Egg – To Melana
Green - 12 inches
If Sera remembers the personality she had made for this one she can use that, or just make one up for herself.





Adoptable Dragons Egg – To Kenessia
Blue - 19 inches
Clingy - Distractable - Friendly

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Hey guys! Check out this post! So, it turns out Zen forgot that Sera sent her info to me as back up, and some of those personalities are wrong. Lookie here! But stick with the sizes Zen posted.

Weyrbrats and Weyrleaders Brown to Srunae
~ Worry wort, easily offended, insecure, proud

Impression Decisions Green to K'zen
~ Calm, nurturing, protective, has a major sweet tooth

Adoptable Dragons Blue to Kenessia
~ Vain, observant, prone to falling asleep on His’s head, snores loudly

Good Girl Blue to L'es
~ Relaxed, quiet, indifferent, has an irrational fear of flowers – will flee immediately whenever he spots one

Spring Storms Arrival Green to Srunae
~ Nervous, afraid of her own shadow, likes to hide in Hers’s clothing, clingy