Mon Dec 28, 2020 7:40 am
Time and Space
Cyr'a of Green Equinoth ~ Late Winter 2762
TW: violence, eye trauma
Many candidates had positioned themselves on the Istan stands in anticipation for these eggs to hatch. A handful of eggs for a multitude of candidates; obviously there would be people left standing. After many years of standing, Cyranna hoped she wasn't going to be one of them. Aging out wasn't something she wanted for herself, nor did she want it for Maze - her friend, and fellow candidate. Someone she'd met through candidacy and just clicked with. She hoped that both herself and Maze would impress, and they'd be able to continue their friendship.
Soon enough, after a few impressions, one of the medium-sized eggs hatched. A beautiful Garnet came forth. One of the most beautiful garnets to ever grace Pern, in Cyranna's opinion - she was a deep purple all over, speckled with galactic patterns. She was stunning. Many of the candidates, and people in the stands, too, looked at her with awe. The garnet eventually made her way over to Maze. "Congratulations! She's beautiful!" Cyranna couldn't help but to congratulate her friend, who soon went off to feed her Temporaeth.
The next egg to start to split, the Starlit Evening egg - a small, unassuming egg which was fairly overlooked at the Touching. However, Cyranna remembered that when she specifically touched it, it gave off hints of spite and jealousy. Whatever was in that egg, it felt like it wasn't to be forsked with. As it split, a green popped out - a rich, dark green all over, with darker stripes, and bright stars on her wings. She was somewhat oddly shaped, being all leg and not much in terms of length. Not much fanfare was given for her. Mumbles of "what's wrong with her legs?" and "the last one was prettier" and "oh, a green... who cares?" passed through the crowd.
The little green had something to prove.
She waltzed up to the nearest candidate - a very young one at that, they must've been around 15 turns old - and tackled them, slashing them in the eye. She was just as strong as any other dragon. She wasn't some pathetic, forgettable, useless dragon. As Cyranna noticed was happening, she called out. "Calm down, Equinoth! Stop that!"
...Equinoth?
Who was- oh no.
The little green looked up at Cyranna, eyes swirling with rainbows. I know Temporaeth is prettier than me, but, but... I'm yours now, right?! We're together now, right?! She didn't know what to say. Or do. This green had just hurt someone... and she seemed very jealous of Temporaeth. Maze's dragon. Equinoth walked over to Cyranna - or, Cyr'a, as she was now - and softened herself somewhat. Cyr'a picked her up, letting the dragon nuzzle against her. "Why did you attack that candidate?"
I- I- they were all looking at me like I was nothing... She'd bonded to a violent, jealous dragon; yet, she would still love her. They would have to adapt to each other, especially if she were to continue her friendship with Maze. "Listen, let's... just get you some food, yeah?"