Not So Mysterious Things [Gemglider Hatching]

[Zen]

One Week Before Turnover

Most of Lady's eggs had been given to Srunae to distribute in the fashion of a lottery and all the recipients had been given their eggs to take care of for several days before they hatched. It started in the evening, most of the population finished with their dinner, no more chores or duties to attend. Aleni's two eggs shook and cracked and broke open nearly simultaneously, revealing a green and a blue respectively. The green creeled her hunger pitifully while the blue simply stared up at the young woman expectantly.

COLOR: Blue
AGE: Hatchling
OWNER: Aleni

APPEARANCE: This blue is mid-sized but bulky, and will be 15 inches at full growth. His hide is a slate blue-gray, fading into a lighter, brighter blue on top of his head and along his underbelly and the undersides of his legs. His gem is turquoise and his fur is pure black.

PERSONALITY: Protective, Practical, Reserved
This blue is incredibly devoted to His. He is protective, though not overly so. If he senses a threat to his bonded, he will not hesitate to use his telekinetic abilities to start throwing things at the offender, but he would never attack without provocation. He also enjoys helping his bonded, using his telekinesis to bring items over when needed, or delivering messages. With anyone but his bonded, however, he is incredibly reserved. He does not enjoy attention from any human but His.

COLOR: Green
AGE: Hatchling
OWNER: Aleni

APPEARANCE: This green is tiny and will only be 9 inches at full growth, however she will always tend toward adorably pudgy. She is a darker forest green, with even darker pine green point markings. Her gem is yellow while her fur is mainly a bright ginger color, fading into a darker ginger at the directly along her spine, with a white plume and white chest fur.

PERSONALITY: Gluttonous, Lazy, Friendly
This little green is cuddly and affectionate with literally anyone, but it's hard to say if it's because she wants to weasel food out of you, wants you to carry her around so she doesn't have to move, or because she's actually friendly. She is a complete and total food whore, and wherever there's food, this green is likely to be found. She'll be the bane of the kitchenworkers who will have a hard time keeping her form stealing snacks. Food is her only real motivation in life, as she's otherwise content to lie about and do nothing, or get lots of pets, she does love to be pet. So long as she doesn't have to work for it.

Haella's egg fell apart and a dark brown stepped out, looking around and trilling curiously up at her.

COLOR: Brown
AGE: Hatchling
OWNER: Haella

APPEARANCE: This brown is mid-sized for his color and will be 18 inches at full growth. His hide mainly a dark chocolate brown, fading into a creamy tan at his forepaws, tailfork, and the top of his head. His gem is blue and his fur is mostly black, with a white plume and white chest fur.

PERSONALITY: Intelligent, Helpful, Independent
This brown is one of the most trainable of his clutch. He enjoys helping his bonded and is very intelligent, so he will learn commands quickly. He's not terribly affectionate, preferring to curl up to sleep or go exploring on his own if His has no need of him, but he'll always come quickly when called.

T'lyron's egg hatched in a rather dramatic fashion, all but bursting open as a blue tumbled out and immediately started chittering at him, demanding to be fed.

COLOR: Blue
AGE: Hatchling
OWNER: T'lyron

APPEARANCE: On the smaller end of the spectrum for his color, this blue will only be 13 inches at full growth. His hide is periwinkle in color with light blue points except for his muzzle, where instead he has a mask-like marking over his eyes rather than the usual point marking on his muzzle. His gem is bright purple and his fur is mainly white, with a thick black stripe down his back.

PERSONALITY: Loud, Dramatic, Tolerant
This blue can be summed up in two words: attention whore. He'll do just about anything in order to be the center of attention, whether that's getting himself into trouble for the attention of being yelled at or obediently performing tricks for treats or cuddling for pets. If he's not the center of attention, he's trying to be, but any means necessary, and that often means lots of 'talking and yelling' on his part, demanding the attention of anyone nearby. He is at least a very tolerant beast, so long as he's getting attention, and doesn't care where the attention is coming from.

Ataria's large egg cracked and split and a gold stumbled out, shaking out her fur, her tail flicking behind her like a cat ready to pounce, though it only ended up unbalancing the newborn and she fell onto her side with a squeak of surprise.

COLOR: Gold
AGE: Hatchling
OWNER: Ataria

APPEARANCE: This girl will be a mid-sized gold at 23 inches at full growth. Her hide is a bright and shimmery yellow gold, fading into paler gold point markings. Her gem is orange and her fur is mainly white, with a sort of tabby calico pattern of striped ginger and black patches.

PERSONALITY: Hyper, Playful, Mischievous
This gold is trouble in a shiny package. She seems to have an excess of energy and getting her to sit still is a challenge in and of itself. She much prefers to be darting around, exploring, getting into things she shouldn't. She's very playful and enjoys playing games of hide and seek and chase, but she also enjoys hiding her bonded's things, or stealing things from other twoleggers and hiding them. She's just trying to play, and doesn't understand when everyone gets upset about it.

F'mol's egg hatched out a pretty, dainty green. The creature crouched among the remains of her egg, appeared too afraid to to leave what she knew to be familiar and safe.

COLOR: Green
AGE: Hatchling
OWNER: F'mol

APPEARANCE: This girl is large for a green and will be 13 inches at full growth, but she is very slender. Her hide is a darker sort of minty green, fading into an even darker color on the top of her head, midway down her legs, along her spine, and on her tailforks. Her gem is green and her fur is pure white.

PERSONALITY: Timid, Clingy, Quiet
This green is timid and clingy, depending heavily on Hers for protection from all the scary things in the world. Her bonded will have an incredibly hard time going anywhere without her and she won't make much of messenger, as leaving Hers is never something she will do willingly. She is at least content and quiet when perched on her bonded, and won't cause any trouble no matter where Hers takes her.

The large egg that Grint had been presented with cracked open to reveal a shining bronze that hopped forward, creeling for food.

COLOR: Bronze
AGE: Hatchling
OWNER: Grint

APPEARANCE: This boy has a LARGE build and will be 22 inches at full growth. His hide is a metallic pale orange color reminiscent of polished copper, fading into a darker orange at his forepaws and along his underbelly, including his lower jaw and his tailfork. His gem is red and his fur is an even darker orange, hinting into red, with black stripes and a black plume.

PERSONALITY: Calm, Obedient, Affectionate
This boy is hardly what one imagines when they think of bronzes. He doesn't seem interested in being a commanding leader at all. What he IS interested in is cuddling, and lots of it. He is incredibly affectionate, and very obedient. He will be incredibly easy to train. Nothing much riles this boy and he is very calm and tolerant, willing to be handled by just about anyone.

OOC: So as stated, the eggs were distributed in a lottery fashion, however Aleni got two because R'get kept one to give to Azora, but she already had one from Srunae, so being a nice guy he thought Aleni could use a cute cuddly thing after her ordeal at the hatching (and then she ended up getting one from the lottery too lucky girl pff). Two were also given to Treyjen to be given to members of his crew as per his talk with A'zael. Srunae was tasked with handing them out due to being the most knowledgeable person at Mavros about them, along with a hide of care instructions to each of the recipients. So each of your characters had the eggs for a few days before they hatched and they can be about anywhere when it happens as they were likely told to keep the things with them at all times if possible in case they started hatching. You can reply to yours hatching here, but you certainly don't have to if you don't want to. Don't forget to post bios for your new pets!

[Esko]

Grint

The boy didn't expect to be one of the lucky lads picked for the Weyrwoman's Gemglider raffle, but oh, wasn't it a great surprise! Unfortunately, R'syn had stepped in and taken the basket with the large egg. You're too young for another pet he had said. Well, that was so unfair! Grint was half convinced his brother was just jealous; it was the only option that made any sense. Gemgliders were rare and sought after, no wonder the brownrider would take it! So, the boy was fuming on his bed in the creche when he got an idea. Did the egg already hatch? Was R'syn smugly showing his new gemmie to his friends?

Hopefully not, or else the plan wouldn't work. The boy had looked to make sure the coast was clear, then tiptoed out of the creche entrance. His heart raced, and his nerves spiked. If R'syn caught him, he'd be smacked silly. No, he wouldn't be caught. He wouldn't let himself be caught. Grint slipped into the kitchens, where he filched a bowl of meat and ran. A few kitchen workers had given chase, but he turned a few corners and eventually lost them. Once he figured out where he was again, he made his way to R'syn's weyr. He had eventually learned where it was, though he didn't go to R'syn's weyr so often that he knew it by heart. When he peeked in, it appeared totally empty. His brother was not to be found, and Aessoth's large presence was missing. Perfect. Grint spotted the basket and walked up to it, bending down and picking it up.

Suddenly, the sound of boots became louder and louder. Before Grint could hide, R'syn stumbled into the entrance. His hair was tousled, as if he'd just clambered out of bed. There was the look of pure satisfaction on his face, the haughty look of pride as if he'd just won first place in a footrace. At least, until he spotted Grint smack in the middle of the weyr. His face contorted, first from pure shock to anger as he connected the dots. "Grint? Grint!" He stomped over and ripped the basket from his hands.

"Hey! That egg was given to me!" Grint cried out, trying to jump up and grab it back. R'syn held it too high above his hands.

"And what did I tell you? You can't have any more pets! Where's that firelizard of yours, anyway?"

"He's sleeping in the creche."

"See? You can't even keep an eye on your current pet! How can I trust you to-" His chiding was interrupted by a sudden loud crack! Followed by another crack! and a cheep! Eyes widening, R'syn ran to go find food. Meanwhile, Grint uncovered the small bowl he'd gotten from the kitchens. Meanwhile, Aessoth flapped in and cooed, spotting Grint and sending him welcoming warmth. Heya, Grinty-Minty. Just caught a green last night. R'synmine was super proud. Greens are usually too agile for a brown like me, y'know? Oh, that egg's hatching!

With the realization, Aessoth began to hum. Grint poked at the tiny holes that were forming, gently tugging at one of them. Finally, an orange-y Gemglider spilled out, then stepped forward and creeled for food. R'syn still wasn't back, and Grint saw his chance. He picked up a strip of meat and shoved it in the creature's mouth. It cheeped in surprise, but then chewed gratefully, eyes whirling rainbow. Suddenly, Grint could feel its needs and wants in the back of his mind. Once it was content, it butted its head gently against his belly, and he began patting its drying fur.

Hey, that's a big ol' bronze. R'syn's gonna be so jealous. Brown's better, but whatever. Oh, he's coming back! Sure enough, R'syn ran back in with a bowl of shredded meat bits. He found Grint, with the cuddly gemglider, its drying hide gleaming bronze. "B-bronze. Ohhh...." He threw his head back and groaned, a hand over his eyes. Then, he leaned forward again, eyes glaring. "Fine, kid. I should've known better. Whatever, you win. But if anything happens to him, you're gonna regret it." He stomped to his bed. "Get back to the creche, kid."

As he walked back, gemglider in arms, Grint tried to think of names. He would've rathered a green or blue, but bronzes were rare, especially gemglider bronzes. Maybe, finally he'd have a step-up over the other boys that didn't accept him. The name had to be cool, not something silly. And finally, the name hit him. "Tyger," he stated, and the gemglider chirped in response. "I'm gonna call you Tyger."

[Taxx]

Aleni had been rather surprised to end up with two gemglider eggs. The first, from Srunae, had been welcome and she'd been happy to accept it. The second, from R'get, had her fumbling an attempted but failed explanation about the first she had received. She would have given the second to someone else- but how to explain that to R'get later, if he ever asked. If he found out that she'd given away the egg he had given as a gift...

She kept the two, fashioning a sling to keep the eggs with her at all times of the day. When they began to rock, both at the same time, she'd barely had the time to get to the kitchens to beg a bowl of meat for the hatching 'gliders before the first broke, the slim blue head poking out from the sling, completely silent even as the red gaze indicated a hunger that would be gnawing painfully at the little blue's stomach. Aleni had just removed him from the sling when a loud, piercing creel rose from the second, the green kicking her way clear of the shell and being much more vocal about the emptiness in her belly.

Plopping her down on the table too, Aleni grabbed handfuls of meat and set about filling up the hatchlings. The blue took them almost daintily, as though he weren't really hungry even as the meat disappeared bite by bite; the green nipped in her haste, practically inhaling the bites and screeching each time the supply ran out. She, at least, filled quickly, her belly rounding out with the amount she stuffed away, and then she simply fell asleep, uttering a sleepy chirp as Aleni tucked her into the crook of an arm and held her close as she turned to continue feeding the blue.

In minutes, he was full. Quickly emptying the sling of egg shells and fragments, Aleni tucked both away in it, watching them curl up around each other and slip quickly into a dead sleep. A weight on her shoulder, a croon in her ear, told her of Sleek and Dab's presence, and she split the last of the meat between the two before heading off once more. Names could come later- there was no rush.

[Alyx]

Haella - Green Tsulocanth

Mealtimes in Hella's personal weyr was becoming quite an elaborate event. The kitchen staff had really come to know Haella almost more for the appetites of her growing brood then her own, which the greenrider found just this side of hilarious. Every day, twice a day, down to the kitchens to collect the tray scattered with diced fish, herd beast shreds, and chopped fruits and veggies. And today, it seems a she looked over the tray, some pits of bread – diced small; probably left over from last night, but Haella still showered the staff with thank yous before she fled to get out from under their feet.

She didn’t want to be gone long; her new little gemglider egg could start to crack at any moment, and she wanted to be there. Not like she had much to do in recent days, to be honest; hanging out in the limbo between almost out of Weyrlinghood and graduation, she really was simply waiting for the final word to that would send her and her other clutch-bonded classmates into the ‘adult’ wings for Drills. Part of her was happy to be finally away from classes and doing ‘real’ Dragonrider stuff, but the other part of her worried. ‘Real’ stuff included flying thread without the protective guidance of their gruff, growly weyrlingmaster. That scared her.

Shouldering the door open, she did her best not to bump the tray; a quick glance at the other side of the weyr proved that, yet again, her ‘roommate’ was missing. Haella was pretty sure that C’mor was sharing furs with someone somewhere – or sleeping on the plateau. Oh well, not really her business, was it. Turning, she let the door drop shut and gave a low whistle. “Come on everyone, breakfast time!” A brown blur darted past her head, and Haella ducked. “Rouze! Geez! Light someplace, will you?” The flit circled her head, chirping excitedly, but did as he was told – claiming a spot near the big, round water bowl on her table.

His arrival got a splash from the bowl, Kelpe’s head coming up over the edge of her watery bed. Shaking her head, Haella set the tray on the table, waiting for Lord and Siran to pop up. The aloof Blue showed up with an air of disinterest as the green seaspitter slipped from her bowl to be closer to the tray. Haella picked up the little bowl of diced fish, setting it closer to the spitter as she called for the other green in her flock. “Siran, come on sweetie, food time.” She took a moment to swat at Lord for being snippy, then gave them both their meals. “No stealing, you little snit.”

Haella!Haella!Haella!Haella! The rider winced just a little, smile as her Green’s voice flooded her mind; she was reminding Haella more of her sire every day… for good or bad. “Yes, Tully? You’re next, don’t worry.” No! Nononono! The Egg!! Haella’s head came up, swinging around to see the little green Gemmie chirping, her little body curled around the egg she’d gotten from the lottery. It was rocking, ever so slightly. “Shards! Talk about timing!” She snatched the little bowl of mixed goodies – Siran’s food, she remembered as she caught it up – but she doubted the Green would mind.

Folding down next to the basket, she reached out to run her fingers over the little green glider’s head before she freed the egg from its spot and sat it on the floor. It was easier on the floor, the egg rocking a little rougher. Did she need another glider? No…. did she want one? Totally. “Come on… come on..” Rouze and Lord had left off their food to join her, the little humming flits keen on the arrival of their newest member. The egg cracked, barely a fine line, and then egg just… fell apart. The little dark furred creature tumbled out and uncurled, blinking up the human sitting in front of it. Brown… Yes, a boy! “Hello there, handsome man.” Plucking up a bit of meat from the dish, she offered it to the little Brown as he looking around and trilling curiously up at her. He seemed more interested in her than the food, climbing up in her palm before he took the scrap.

He looked up at her again, gripping the meat for a moment more, then started to munch away; every few bites, the little Brown looked up at her. Soon enough, there was that warm flood of connection and Haella grinned. “Welcome to the group, little guy.” Name… name… he needed a name, but for now, Haella simply enjoyed the new addition to her tiny, family of pets.