Weyrling L'rnia of Brown Bubovirith - @ Spensa, Br'on, mentions G'ston
It took Lr'nia a bit of effort to get her dragon righted again. He was a big boy, after all. Sand cascaded off his hide and stuck in places where the egg goop hadn't been properly cleaned off. A bath was most certainly in order. After his first meal, of course. He had his duties and perspectives, but he was a growing dragon after all and paid much attention to the needs his physical body limited him to. Though his eyes whirled in different colors of irritation listening to the garnetrider and greenrider bicker back and forth.
"They're really haughty, nah?" Lr'nia asked to nobody in particular as she shoved bits of meat into Bubovirith's maw. "I mean, they Impressed. Got good ol' buddy dragons to show for comin' here and all they wanna do is whine." There was no real volume control to her voice and the condescending remarks could be heard without straining to listen. "You're cool though. Definitely gonna be besties. Biting Br'on was totes the best thing I've ever seen!"
Nearing the end of his feed bucket, Bubovirith finally reached his limit - or just licked at it. He leaned back on his haunches and spread his wings just so as if that would somehow ease the bulging of his gut - like a gorging human loosening their belt at the feast table. Haaaa, that feels so much better, he sighed in a plume of hot air. His green tongue flicked over draconic lips. Understand, we're not pairing off to simply become 'best friends'. We do have a job to do - which evidently you lot don't really seem to understand. A very scornful gaze levelled at Spensa and Br'on. He'd been right to judge them - and righter to bite the greenrider's hand. In fact the notion came to mind that he ought to do it again if it would make the boy see sense. Riders like you are going to condemn Pern to being wasteland. Get your act together. When we're fully grown I expect you two to be full acclimated to my clutchmates, but I'm not holding out much hope here. More likely you'll drive them between at the going rate.
Lr'nia snorted into her hand. She glanced at Br'on's bonded and snuck in a small smirk. "Oh yeah, 'specially if she winds up usurping Serapheth one day. You're gonna have her hands full for sure!"
That's a big 'if'. His own siblings were not spared from his scrutiny. Nasty attitude. Fort will crumble under her, and not the 'yielding to her power' way. More like the 'beaten into dust' way.
Oh snap. This was probably gonna get messy. Lr'nia quickly averted her eyes to see G'ston making his way to the buckets with a sleepy blue in his arms. Gosh, the smaller dragons were just ... so ... well, small! "G'ston, come join the rabble!"
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Windra - Wingsecond
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| Fort Weyr Cr'dile of Brown Dazth [Buggy] Weyrling L'rnia of Brown Bubovirith Sh'ggy of Garnet Scrappith [Scoob] A'ksei of Blue Amishuth E'lis of Green Plemeth Holt of White Raidoth {Cheddar} Wherling Retsuko of Green Tsusk [FoxFire] Candidate Welleue |Ophelia| | High Reaches Weyr Sc'let of Brown Edwyth Weyrling F'yore of Garnet Geminith [Tangeream] Adair of Green Alsetth [Glitz] Saori of White Orisk Candidate Mukadi Weyrbrat Sasha [Whirly] | Semaca Weyr Naira of Green Naath [Beakman] {Radar} Devon of White Maynarth Zinaida of Brown Zinsk [Scone] Traze of Garnet Azesk [Starspawn] Radagast of Blue Radask Worrell of Green Worrsk {Rimshot} Head Cook Senshi [Turmeric] [Parsley] Candidate Petraxen [Honeysuckle] |
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Orhm'in of Bronze Garth - Spectating
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Orhm'in always tried to make a hatching, when he could. While he could say he always showed up, it was different story about making it before the first egg hatched or making it long enough to attend the feast. This time, though, Orhm'in made sure he and Garth were there and seated the moment Serapheth's call reached them.
This has the start of an unimpressive lot.
Orhm'in merely adjusted himself on the stone bleacher, failing miserably at trying to get comfortable. He was trying his best to not encourage or antagonize the Bronze into speaking more than he saw fit. Truth be told, Orhm'in's main focus on being there was out of solidarity for the clutch.
Solidarity in the fact that these dragons didn't come from Garth in any way. Thank Faranth...
Garth, of course, couldn't recall the disappointment and fuming, but being a general brute as he was it didn't matter.
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Orhm'in always tried to make a hatching, when he could. While he could say he always showed up, it was different story about making it before the first egg hatched or making it long enough to attend the feast. This time, though, Orhm'in made sure he and Garth were there and seated the moment Serapheth's call reached them.
This has the start of an unimpressive lot.
Orhm'in merely adjusted himself on the stone bleacher, failing miserably at trying to get comfortable. He was trying his best to not encourage or antagonize the Bronze into speaking more than he saw fit. Truth be told, Orhm'in's main focus on being there was out of solidarity for the clutch.
Solidarity in the fact that these dragons didn't come from Garth in any way. Thank Faranth...
Garth, of course, couldn't recall the disappointment and fuming, but being a general brute as he was it didn't matter.
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Arcane - Thread Conqueror
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The Royal Survivor Egg rocked strongly and steadily, cracking open with just a hint of a dramatic flourish. A bronze! A new bronze son for Fort Weyr!
The bronze stepped confidently forward from the scattered remnants of his egg, with barely a hint of hatchling clumsiness. In every respect, he was the epitome of a bronze: a large, well-proportioned hatchling, with finely honed, heroic looking features. His hide was a paler bronze, streaked across with darker shades like a sandstorm across the Istan sands. His head and wingsails were a darker, richer shade.
He stepped towards the candidates, examining them, one by one. He paused for a moment to give Tygirtaull closer scrutiny, before shaking his head and moving on. Costanza too got a slightly longer look, before the bronze snorted and turned away.
Finally, he stopped in front of an older candidate, with a confident, ambitious gleam in their eye.
In the distance, the Flighty Beacon egg began to rock rapidly, almost frantically.
The bronze stepped confidently forward from the scattered remnants of his egg, with barely a hint of hatchling clumsiness. In every respect, he was the epitome of a bronze: a large, well-proportioned hatchling, with finely honed, heroic looking features. His hide was a paler bronze, streaked across with darker shades like a sandstorm across the Istan sands. His head and wingsails were a darker, richer shade.
He stepped towards the candidates, examining them, one by one. He paused for a moment to give Tygirtaull closer scrutiny, before shaking his head and moving on. Costanza too got a slightly longer look, before the bronze snorted and turned away.
Finally, he stopped in front of an older candidate, with a confident, ambitious gleam in their eye.
In the distance, the Flighty Beacon egg began to rock rapidly, almost frantically.
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N’mi of Green Yuiryth - Yermie
N’mi was quick to reassure Yermie when they seemed a bit worried at the idea of Kushina’s temper. “When I say legendary, I more so mean in the context of our circle. She’s not quite like Serapheth when mad, and she definitely hasn’t killed anybody. The worst is usually when she chases you with a shoe…” he replied, though the quick succession of several hatchlings emerging was enough to firmly distract him.
“Oh, so many gorgeous babies this time! Just look at that tiny green! And the garnet! And - oh! What a handsome bronze! I wonder why some of those candidates seem so unhappy with their matches? The dragonets look happy and healthy, shouldn’t that be good enough?” N’mi wondered, though he’d never been the type to want a certain color like many of these candidates had. Any dragon was a good dragon, and his Yuiryth was perfect for him!
He wondered if these upset candidates would realize that the dragons tended to see things the humans often didn’t. They’d realize their matches were good for them, in time. Or so he hoped.
N’mi was quick to reassure Yermie when they seemed a bit worried at the idea of Kushina’s temper. “When I say legendary, I more so mean in the context of our circle. She’s not quite like Serapheth when mad, and she definitely hasn’t killed anybody. The worst is usually when she chases you with a shoe…” he replied, though the quick succession of several hatchlings emerging was enough to firmly distract him.
“Oh, so many gorgeous babies this time! Just look at that tiny green! And the garnet! And - oh! What a handsome bronze! I wonder why some of those candidates seem so unhappy with their matches? The dragonets look happy and healthy, shouldn’t that be good enough?” N’mi wondered, though he’d never been the type to want a certain color like many of these candidates had. Any dragon was a good dragon, and his Yuiryth was perfect for him!
He wondered if these upset candidates would realize that the dragons tended to see things the humans often didn’t. They’d realize their matches were good for them, in time. Or so he hoped.
| High Reaches Blue of Brown Prarirth Cater of Blue Sprath Chuuya of Blue Yask and White Chusk Weyrling Fen of Blue Molloth Tobirama of Blue Edolath Shikamaru of Green Konoith | Fort Weyr Enma of Garnet Enmask Kiyoomi of Brown Chiyamath Genma of Green Hanatarith N’mi of Green Yuiryth Seto of White Bruueyeth Candidate Bede | Semaca Weyr Sanvi of Bronze Sanvisk and Blue Sask A’cheng of Garnet Quebeleth S’ui of Brown Buetoth Ridelle of Blue Pothecath Sakura of Blue Kleeth Deng of Green Engsk Kazuyuki of Green Kazoth |
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Ezra - Wingleader
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Candidate Nielle - T'mon of Green Menthath, Izumi, Rekka
Nielle chuckled and smiled at the little group that the four of them had cobbled together. Rekka reminded Nielle a lot of herself when she was was a newly minted candidate. While she herself still had the same level of excited energy and had not fundementally changed time, age and several hatchings leaving her standing had tempered her a little bit. Given all the wild flying of teeth early in this hatching, she was a bit apprehensive but thankfully it seemed the bites were nothing super serious. Turning to Izumi, she responded. " Well I know of someone that was nearly as unhappy but that was a while ago and they ended up being pretty alright as a bonded pair.. at least I believe so." She responded, thinking for a moment.
Even if it seems some folk thought they were deserved, she had no real thoughts either way except.. ouch. She certainly hoped the biting frenzy was at an end as the bubbly green hatched. Snickering at Rekka's puns she then noticed the little green came up to their litle group and just like that, Timon impressed!
" Oh goodness, congrats Timon, she is so pretty." Nielle replied and bid her friend farewell. Another dragon hatched after that and impressed to another candidate and Nielle noted she seemed.. uh.. less than pleased. Hearing Rekka next to her comment on the garnet, she chuckled again, her hand covering her face to smother the laughter. " You are a riot, Rekka but be careful, if someone else hears they might think you are not taking this seriously and you could get into trouble." She replied, concerned for Rekka. She decided if she did not impress here today and neither did Rekka, that maybe she would look after the younger candidate, as she felt maybe like someone should.
She gasped softly at the sight of the beautiful garnet, even though once again, she was not even considered. Then the bronze hatched and impressed to a candidate Nielle did not recognize. " Wow.. those last two were stunners.. and look, that smaller egg is really moving. The shell is very pretty." She commented idley, trying not to show how she was growing a bit worried. Would this next one come out teeth gnashing on folk.. or would this be another calmer baby? She really hoped the latter, as she had no desire to see herself or her friends getting bitten.
Nielle chuckled and smiled at the little group that the four of them had cobbled together. Rekka reminded Nielle a lot of herself when she was was a newly minted candidate. While she herself still had the same level of excited energy and had not fundementally changed time, age and several hatchings leaving her standing had tempered her a little bit. Given all the wild flying of teeth early in this hatching, she was a bit apprehensive but thankfully it seemed the bites were nothing super serious. Turning to Izumi, she responded. " Well I know of someone that was nearly as unhappy but that was a while ago and they ended up being pretty alright as a bonded pair.. at least I believe so." She responded, thinking for a moment.
Even if it seems some folk thought they were deserved, she had no real thoughts either way except.. ouch. She certainly hoped the biting frenzy was at an end as the bubbly green hatched. Snickering at Rekka's puns she then noticed the little green came up to their litle group and just like that, Timon impressed!
" Oh goodness, congrats Timon, she is so pretty." Nielle replied and bid her friend farewell. Another dragon hatched after that and impressed to another candidate and Nielle noted she seemed.. uh.. less than pleased. Hearing Rekka next to her comment on the garnet, she chuckled again, her hand covering her face to smother the laughter. " You are a riot, Rekka but be careful, if someone else hears they might think you are not taking this seriously and you could get into trouble." She replied, concerned for Rekka. She decided if she did not impress here today and neither did Rekka, that maybe she would look after the younger candidate, as she felt maybe like someone should.
She gasped softly at the sight of the beautiful garnet, even though once again, she was not even considered. Then the bronze hatched and impressed to a candidate Nielle did not recognize. " Wow.. those last two were stunners.. and look, that smaller egg is really moving. The shell is very pretty." She commented idley, trying not to show how she was growing a bit worried. Would this next one come out teeth gnashing on folk.. or would this be another calmer baby? She really hoped the latter, as she had no desire to see herself or her friends getting bitten.
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Fel - Thread Conqueror
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Candidate Kee
This was it at last. The Flighty Beacon Egg, the one she'd had such high hopes for, looked as though its hatching was imminent. She supposed she was supposed to be equally excited about all of the eggs, and she was excited for every single one of them. But she was just a little more excited about this one.
Even the beautiful bronze who slowly examined all of the Candidates paled in comparison to her eagerness to see this egg hatch. Besides, he hadn't chosen her anyway.
This was it at last. The Flighty Beacon Egg, the one she'd had such high hopes for, looked as though its hatching was imminent. She supposed she was supposed to be equally excited about all of the eggs, and she was excited for every single one of them. But she was just a little more excited about this one.
Even the beautiful bronze who slowly examined all of the Candidates paled in comparison to her eagerness to see this egg hatch. Besides, he hadn't chosen her anyway.
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Candidate Tygirtaull
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The big one shook next. The egg that a lot of the candidates in the class had been making a fuss over. Bigger probably meant it was important, and in this case it was somewhat true.
Out of the Royal Survivor rose a magnificent Bronze, shiny and dazzling. Tygir was immediately invested. The minute he saw that shimmer and those marks, Tygirtaull was definitely hoping that dragon came his way.
No sooner did that desire spring in his chest, did the Bronze dragonet seemingly turn and make his way with purpose-- to him!! When the dragon stopped for a look, Tygir immediately perked up, puffing his chest as he set his hands on his hips. A crooked grin with a flash of sharp teeth to announce his confidence ---
Aaaaand just as quickly, the Bronze turned and moved to another and off to his choice. Tygir felt like a full sized dragon crashed into him this time. It was short lived though, as the realization flared up into frustration.
"H-HEYY!!--YOU---AARRGG!!"
His words meant nothing, nor were seeming heard as the Bronze went to a longer standing candidate. Seeing them, Tygir flashed them an ugly sneer, before jamming his hands into his pants pockets.
It wasn't that he'd been even been passed by a Bronze. Tygirtaull honestly didn't care on that front, but to have such a cool looking dragon look at him and not think he was also the hottest thing on the sands currently.
Unbelievable!!!
What was done was done. That Bronze probably wasn't that good anyway. Probably a boring goody goody, or worse- someone with the personality of a wall-eyed doof!! Yeah, that dragon wasn't worth it, Tygir amended to himself mentally.
Whateverwhenever chose him would be utterly badass and unique and awesome!!! He didn't care if losers turned him down, he didn't want 'em!
So he was fine to wait. Even if he very maturely sent one last ugly lip curled jeer towards the goody Bronze and their goody rider heading off the sands.
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The big one shook next. The egg that a lot of the candidates in the class had been making a fuss over. Bigger probably meant it was important, and in this case it was somewhat true.
Out of the Royal Survivor rose a magnificent Bronze, shiny and dazzling. Tygir was immediately invested. The minute he saw that shimmer and those marks, Tygirtaull was definitely hoping that dragon came his way.
No sooner did that desire spring in his chest, did the Bronze dragonet seemingly turn and make his way with purpose-- to him!! When the dragon stopped for a look, Tygir immediately perked up, puffing his chest as he set his hands on his hips. A crooked grin with a flash of sharp teeth to announce his confidence ---
Aaaaand just as quickly, the Bronze turned and moved to another and off to his choice. Tygir felt like a full sized dragon crashed into him this time. It was short lived though, as the realization flared up into frustration.
"H-HEYY!!--YOU---AARRGG!!"
His words meant nothing, nor were seeming heard as the Bronze went to a longer standing candidate. Seeing them, Tygir flashed them an ugly sneer, before jamming his hands into his pants pockets.
It wasn't that he'd been even been passed by a Bronze. Tygirtaull honestly didn't care on that front, but to have such a cool looking dragon look at him and not think he was also the hottest thing on the sands currently.
Unbelievable!!!
What was done was done. That Bronze probably wasn't that good anyway. Probably a boring goody goody, or worse- someone with the personality of a wall-eyed doof!! Yeah, that dragon wasn't worth it, Tygir amended to himself mentally.
Whatever
So he was fine to wait. Even if he very maturely sent one last ugly lip curled jeer towards the goody Bronze and their goody rider heading off the sands.
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Arcane - Thread Conqueror
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Once the Flighty Beacon egg started to move, it didn't slow down. Not for a minute. Not for a second. It bounced and rocked and twitched until finally it exploded, spitting out a dragon flat on her back, legs splayed awkwardly in the air, twitching as if still trying to fight her way free.
A green! Another green!
She was small in every way, short and skinny, with a hatchling lankiness, large eyes and youthful features. Her hide was a light, minty green, with a paler, nearly white underbelly and darker stripes running along the length of her body.
The moment she realized she was out, the green flipped herself right way around and took off a sprint, without a moment to spare. She ran from candidate to candidate- sticking her nose into Nielle's knees, standing on her hind legs and pushing her forelegs into Kee's stomach to sniff at her arm, entangling herself for a moment in Bede's legs.
She bounced from candidate to candidate so fast, it seemed she should barely have time to evaluate them.
And then, all of a sudden, she skidded to a stop, not quite able to stop her moment before she slid straight into Toska, eyes alight with rainbows.
It's you! I knew it! I knew you were here somewhere, the green squeed in triumph, voice friendly and warm, Hello Toska! I'm Bombyxith! Now let's go. Are you ready to seize opportunity and forge a brilliant future? Of course you are!
The Relaxing Respite was the next to begin to shake, at a decidedly more leisurely pace, seemingly in no hurry. It would hatch when the time was right.
A green! Another green!
She was small in every way, short and skinny, with a hatchling lankiness, large eyes and youthful features. Her hide was a light, minty green, with a paler, nearly white underbelly and darker stripes running along the length of her body.
The moment she realized she was out, the green flipped herself right way around and took off a sprint, without a moment to spare. She ran from candidate to candidate- sticking her nose into Nielle's knees, standing on her hind legs and pushing her forelegs into Kee's stomach to sniff at her arm, entangling herself for a moment in Bede's legs.
She bounced from candidate to candidate so fast, it seemed she should barely have time to evaluate them.
And then, all of a sudden, she skidded to a stop, not quite able to stop her moment before she slid straight into Toska, eyes alight with rainbows.
It's you! I knew it! I knew you were here somewhere, the green squeed in triumph, voice friendly and warm, Hello Toska! I'm Bombyxith! Now let's go. Are you ready to seize opportunity and forge a brilliant future? Of course you are!
The Relaxing Respite was the next to begin to shake, at a decidedly more leisurely pace, seemingly in no hurry. It would hatch when the time was right.
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Ezra - Wingleader
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E'tin of Green Sireth - Dorian, Nielle (mention)
" But what if I like you a bit of a mess?" E'tin replied, the smirk curling his lips wickedly. He knew exactly what he was saying and the implication. Thing was, he didn't care who knew at this point. Nielle was right, he had fecked around way too long with this. Her scathing words to him a week ago had resonated in his mind and it sent him spiraling. He wondered if that would disappoint Dorian if he knew that was what it took to send him into an emotional tailspin. " And here..." He added and reached his free hand back and pulled the thin strip of leather from his hair and let the low bun it was in fly free, the long and slightly curled locks looking a disheveled mess now. He did not give a damn, he just wanted to see Dorian smile again. Besides.. his hair was annoyingly long and stubborn to fashion back. Maybe he would cut it. " Now we are both a mess."
He then chuckled when Dorian spoke. " Well, I had a lot of growing up to do. Hell, I know I still do. Nielle has made me painfully aware of a few less charming aspects of my person. But pfft, as if you have room to talk, mister panic if I get a spec of mud on my good tunic. Don't you know that dirt adds character?" He teased right back and then looked down to the sands as another high energy green hatched and boy was it zippy! When she shoved her head into Nielle's knees, the man leaned further forward, thinking this might be..no. Not this one. Poor Nielle... boy did he know how that felt. But there were plenty of eggs left and she was not terribly close to aging out yet. " Ouch... sorry kid." He muttered and looked back at Dorian. " I hated when that happened, almost more than I would have being bitten." He said and heard Sireth snort in his mind, and grinned. " I did tell you about when I impressed Sireth right?"
" But what if I like you a bit of a mess?" E'tin replied, the smirk curling his lips wickedly. He knew exactly what he was saying and the implication. Thing was, he didn't care who knew at this point. Nielle was right, he had fecked around way too long with this. Her scathing words to him a week ago had resonated in his mind and it sent him spiraling. He wondered if that would disappoint Dorian if he knew that was what it took to send him into an emotional tailspin. " And here..." He added and reached his free hand back and pulled the thin strip of leather from his hair and let the low bun it was in fly free, the long and slightly curled locks looking a disheveled mess now. He did not give a damn, he just wanted to see Dorian smile again. Besides.. his hair was annoyingly long and stubborn to fashion back. Maybe he would cut it. " Now we are both a mess."
He then chuckled when Dorian spoke. " Well, I had a lot of growing up to do. Hell, I know I still do. Nielle has made me painfully aware of a few less charming aspects of my person. But pfft, as if you have room to talk, mister panic if I get a spec of mud on my good tunic. Don't you know that dirt adds character?" He teased right back and then looked down to the sands as another high energy green hatched and boy was it zippy! When she shoved her head into Nielle's knees, the man leaned further forward, thinking this might be..no. Not this one. Poor Nielle... boy did he know how that felt. But there were plenty of eggs left and she was not terribly close to aging out yet. " Ouch... sorry kid." He muttered and looked back at Dorian. " I hated when that happened, almost more than I would have being bitten." He said and heard Sireth snort in his mind, and grinned. " I did tell you about when I impressed Sireth right?"
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nineofswords - Peacekeeper
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Br'on of Green Mesomelath - L'rnia, T'mon
"Bubby is a stupid name for a dragon," Br'on snarled at L'rnia. It was a petty response, but he was feeling hurt and vulnerable and wanted to lash out at anyone and everyone, especially anyone who wasn't showing any sympathy for his plight. "I may hate this evil green, but at least I'd never give her a stupid nickname like that."
"She's still pink!" Br'on pointed out to Spensa. Only thing worse than a girl dragon was a girl dragon who was also pink, in his opinion. "What are you, a dimglow? The gender of the dragon is what matters, not its size! If you had a blue, sure, I'd trade, but I don't want a girl dragon because I am not a girl!" What was so hard about this for everyone to understand?? "Anyway, you should be over the moon about her, garnets are basically just girl browns, right, so she's way more appropriate for you than a brown would be." They were both girls, it was a better match than Br'on on a green.
"Would everyone stop telling me how this forsking works?" Br'on yelled as T'mon weighed in that they couldn't trade dragons. "I get it, you're so happy you're saddled with a stupid, useless green, but the grown ups are talking, so can it!"
Mesomelath gave a little sniff. It's true, Menthath is fairly useless for a green, she agreed, completely missing that Br'on meant that all greens were useless, not that one specifically.
At least mine has more than just potential, Mesomelath sniffed. Although no rider can match my perfection, obviously, so I was destined to settle for a useful stooge -
"Hey, who're you calling a stooge, you....you green?"
- but adoration is adoration, regardless of the source. You'll note I didn't choose her, as I have no desire housetrain a violent pup of a human, but if you want to spend all your time teaching that one to sit, stay, heel, and not piddle on the floors, you are more than welcome to do so. She clearly did not care who overheard these particular comments, happily broadcasting them for her whole class.
Naturally we all have jobs to do, she told Bubovirith disdainfully. If i had wanted a friend, I would hardly have chosen this one, would I? I would've chosen some happy, brainless, insipid thing like what you picked. Obviously, the brown didn't have the sense that would be needed to run a Weyr and so would be destined to fly thread. It was fine, to have a simple place like that. Not everyone could be as magnificent as Mesomelath.
Mesomelath managed to badger Br'on into feeding her between all this sniping and bickering, though they both understood he was doing so in order to allay their shared hunger rather than out of any fondness or desire to bond. That suited them both just fine in that moment.
And then the bronze hatched.
"Hey!" he yelled as it came out of its shell. "That's my dragon!" He started moving back across the sands towards the bronze.
What on Pern do you think you're doing? Mesomelath shrieked, bounding after him and knocking him onto the sands.
"Get off of me, you horrid thing!" Br'on said, squirming, trying to get her off of him, but she flexed her claws just enough to let him know she could - and would - slash him if he kept moving, and he froze, not wanting to feel those claws tearing through him. "That is my bronze, and I need to go to him before he impresses to someone else!"
No. You are MINE. I have chosen you. Anyway, you wouldn't want that stinky old Rubiculath. He's a bore, brainless, no will of his own, no drive. Expects the world to fall at his feet simply because his hide shines, but there's nothing at all there worth fawning over, not like with me. Come come, now, lets get back to our little meal, shall we?
"He's a bronze. He's supposed to be mine, because we're both boys," Br'on protested.
And he lacks ambition, which is so utterly boring. You'd be content to just sit there looking pretty without actually having any power?
"Yes!"
Well, we can fix that. In the meantime, you and I will sit here until Rubiculath has made his choice, and then we can resume feeding me, and then you may bathe me, and then we can begin with our real work.
"Will someone help me and get this THING off of me?" Br'on howled.
Ronnie of White Onisk and Brown Osk
Ronnie took her time getting ready for the Hatching once the dragons started humming. She moved slowly first thing in the morning, but luckily there was very little need for her to be there. She wanted to make an appearance as the representative for wherhandlers, but this was an event for dragonriders, fairly explicitly. Her bonds weren't even allowed. Which, in Osk's case, was probably for the best, but there was no reason Onisk couldn't sit quietly and enjoy it. Except that it was Serapheth's whim that no whers be present. It felt unfair, but then, no spectators at all were typically allowed to wher hatchings, so it evened out in its own way.
She took a seat wearing her very best winter garb - a long, wool dress with a stylish jacket she could remove while on the sands - and made small talk with those around her who seemed interested in chatting, a mug of klah in her hands.
She looked over, surprised, as a taciturn handler spoke up about one of the hatchlings. "Well, I suppose not," Ronnie said. "But dragons come in all kinds, surely, just as humans and whers do. That one will either find their spark and fly thread, or else join the healers wing, or perhaps transfer to Semaca. The pair will find their place, and learn to accept their roles." She was being gracious, but she really didn't care terribly much one way or another. If one blue wanted to laze their days away, what was it to her as a wherhandler?
"Bubby is a stupid name for a dragon," Br'on snarled at L'rnia. It was a petty response, but he was feeling hurt and vulnerable and wanted to lash out at anyone and everyone, especially anyone who wasn't showing any sympathy for his plight. "I may hate this evil green, but at least I'd never give her a stupid nickname like that."
"She's still pink!" Br'on pointed out to Spensa. Only thing worse than a girl dragon was a girl dragon who was also pink, in his opinion. "What are you, a dimglow? The gender of the dragon is what matters, not its size! If you had a blue, sure, I'd trade, but I don't want a girl dragon because I am not a girl!" What was so hard about this for everyone to understand?? "Anyway, you should be over the moon about her, garnets are basically just girl browns, right, so she's way more appropriate for you than a brown would be." They were both girls, it was a better match than Br'on on a green.
"Would everyone stop telling me how this forsking works?" Br'on yelled as T'mon weighed in that they couldn't trade dragons. "I get it, you're so happy you're saddled with a stupid, useless green, but the grown ups are talking, so can it!"
Mesomelath gave a little sniff. It's true, Menthath is fairly useless for a green, she agreed, completely missing that Br'on meant that all greens were useless, not that one specifically.
At least mine has more than just potential, Mesomelath sniffed. Although no rider can match my perfection, obviously, so I was destined to settle for a useful stooge -
"Hey, who're you calling a stooge, you....you green?"
- but adoration is adoration, regardless of the source. You'll note I didn't choose her, as I have no desire housetrain a violent pup of a human, but if you want to spend all your time teaching that one to sit, stay, heel, and not piddle on the floors, you are more than welcome to do so. She clearly did not care who overheard these particular comments, happily broadcasting them for her whole class.
Naturally we all have jobs to do, she told Bubovirith disdainfully. If i had wanted a friend, I would hardly have chosen this one, would I? I would've chosen some happy, brainless, insipid thing like what you picked. Obviously, the brown didn't have the sense that would be needed to run a Weyr and so would be destined to fly thread. It was fine, to have a simple place like that. Not everyone could be as magnificent as Mesomelath.
Mesomelath managed to badger Br'on into feeding her between all this sniping and bickering, though they both understood he was doing so in order to allay their shared hunger rather than out of any fondness or desire to bond. That suited them both just fine in that moment.
And then the bronze hatched.
"Hey!" he yelled as it came out of its shell. "That's my dragon!" He started moving back across the sands towards the bronze.
What on Pern do you think you're doing? Mesomelath shrieked, bounding after him and knocking him onto the sands.
"Get off of me, you horrid thing!" Br'on said, squirming, trying to get her off of him, but she flexed her claws just enough to let him know she could - and would - slash him if he kept moving, and he froze, not wanting to feel those claws tearing through him. "That is my bronze, and I need to go to him before he impresses to someone else!"
No. You are MINE. I have chosen you. Anyway, you wouldn't want that stinky old Rubiculath. He's a bore, brainless, no will of his own, no drive. Expects the world to fall at his feet simply because his hide shines, but there's nothing at all there worth fawning over, not like with me. Come come, now, lets get back to our little meal, shall we?
"He's a bronze. He's supposed to be mine, because we're both boys," Br'on protested.
And he lacks ambition, which is so utterly boring. You'd be content to just sit there looking pretty without actually having any power?
"Yes!"
Well, we can fix that. In the meantime, you and I will sit here until Rubiculath has made his choice, and then we can resume feeding me, and then you may bathe me, and then we can begin with our real work.
"Will someone help me and get this THING off of me?" Br'on howled.
Ronnie of White Onisk and Brown Osk
Ronnie took her time getting ready for the Hatching once the dragons started humming. She moved slowly first thing in the morning, but luckily there was very little need for her to be there. She wanted to make an appearance as the representative for wherhandlers, but this was an event for dragonriders, fairly explicitly. Her bonds weren't even allowed. Which, in Osk's case, was probably for the best, but there was no reason Onisk couldn't sit quietly and enjoy it. Except that it was Serapheth's whim that no whers be present. It felt unfair, but then, no spectators at all were typically allowed to wher hatchings, so it evened out in its own way.
She took a seat wearing her very best winter garb - a long, wool dress with a stylish jacket she could remove while on the sands - and made small talk with those around her who seemed interested in chatting, a mug of klah in her hands.
She looked over, surprised, as a taciturn handler spoke up about one of the hatchlings. "Well, I suppose not," Ronnie said. "But dragons come in all kinds, surely, just as humans and whers do. That one will either find their spark and fly thread, or else join the healers wing, or perhaps transfer to Semaca. The pair will find their place, and learn to accept their roles." She was being gracious, but she really didn't care terribly much one way or another. If one blue wanted to laze their days away, what was it to her as a wherhandler?
| Fort L'fy of Brown Dioth | Going Merry (flit) B'layk of Blue Radarth Wingsecond G'las of Green Quenith | Dazzle (flit) Weyrling Br'on of Green Mesomelath | Apolline (flit) Y'olai of White Tsukasath Jackrum of Brown Krusk Columbo of Blue Lumsk | Dog (flit) Attolia of Cinder Attolisk Ronica of White Onisk and Brown Osk Assistant Headwoman Houlihan | Soldier (flit) Candidate Heiro | Thetis (flit) | High Reaches Dani of Bronze Bladeth | Ceecee (flit) Barca of Brown Brynth Healer's Wingleader Y'ang of Brown Kullilth | Bokhee (flit) Diamond of Garnet Hyliath | Spessartine Skud (flit) Elross of Blue Hisahith Weyrling Ry'n of Green Yuelith Dukat of Bronze Dusk Maritza of Garnet Arisk Ennis of Green Ennisk and Green Szensk Weyrfolk Anabella Candidate Miguel Candidate Nayru Wher Candidate Haron | Semaca M'ten of Garnet Noggoth Weyrleader B'ram of Blue Sininulth | Sunrise (flit) Bre'q of Blue Ostoriath D'ax of Blue Firarith | Kahless (flit) F'lin of Green Eraelth | Rusty (flit) Tychon of Green Ezanath | Thalassa Narcissa (bird) Weyrling S'ra of White Moggeth Dunsmith of Brown Dunsk | Filly (flit) Rosethorn of Garnet Thornsk and Brown Rosesk Candidate Hamuntep |
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AtlasHyperion - Peacekeeper
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Toska had been standing around enjoying every second of the Hatching. The nerves in his stomach from the earlier displays of violence had disappeared, leaving only the thrill he had hoped he'd feel. Egg after egg hatched, revealing stunning dragons... who were not hers. Oh well, no biggie! There were still more eggs left to hatch. And if the day was just this- watching others Impress- Toska would still find it a good day indeed.
Then, the Flighty Beacon egg all but exploded to reveal a green dragon. She didn't seem to want to stick around long, bolting between all the candidates. Toska was surprised that the green didn't knock people over while she made it through the crowd. Without clear warning, the green skidded and slid right into him. He nearly kept his balance, but was caught so off guard that he didn't think to brace for impact, falling flat on his behind. Ugh, he just had to go thinking about people getting knocked over!
He looked up at the dragon who'd crashed into him and saw two swirls of colors- huh, what? Wait, no. That couldn't be right. Didn't that mean that- It's you! I knew it! I knew you were here somewhere, a voice squealed in her head. Hello Toska! I'm Bombyxith! Now let's go. Are you ready to seize opportunity and forge a brilliant future? Of course you are!
Toska blinked, taking a second to process the rapid-fire words pouring into his head. What? Seize opportunities? Forge futures? Them? Did Bombyxith know who she was talking to? Toska didn't do much of seizing things or forging them. The candidate- weyrling now- was much too happy to go with the flow, not make waves. Surely, there was a mistake. "What- huh- who... me? Me Toska?"
Yes, you! Is there another Toska I should know about? Bombyxith's voice rang out in his head, sounding equally excited and impatient. I've got some big plans for us and I need you to help me execute them. But first, I need some food. Can't do it all on an empty stomach. Come on, Toska, move those legs! The green started nudging her head into his shins to try and get him on the move.
"What, what- I- yeah!" Toska finally took the hint and stood up. "Yeah, food, yeah! Food's good, let's get you some food. Totally." Bombyxith was practically pushing her towards the food buckets the second they stood up, the blonde all but jogging to keep up with the speedy pace her bonded was setting. Everything felt like a blur, but asides from being a weyrling, one thing was clear- his life was going to get a lot more fast-paced and interesting, whether he liked it or not.
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nineofswords - Peacekeeper
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Heiro - Aneesa
Heiro nodded along as Aneesa suggested why the dragonets were showing violence. "You might be right," she agreed. "At least in the case of that brown. I think the green was always going to be a bit...difficult, but most of these hatchlings will hopefully be a bit better behaved."
Heiro strode forwards with a bit more confidence. She'd survived a wher attack, one where they had been actively pursued by the creatures. Baby dragons who only hurt by accident or because they were overwhelmed were a lot easier to handle, in her opinion. "There were a few others who seemed...less than friendly, though, and I just want to make sure there's a buffer at least when those emerge." The Beast's Stripes, specifically. It had seemed to have something of a problem with everyone as far as she recalled the touching and discussion afterwards.
Y'olai of White Tsukasath - N'mi
Yermie let out a laugh. "Oh, that's a relief, then! I'm glad she's not scary mad. But chasing people with a shoe is kind of a funny image...probably not for the person being chased, though..." Yermie bounced excitedly as N'mi pointed out the hatchlings. "Oh wow!! They're really cute! And those markings! They all look like they're from the same clutch, don't they, with all those big splotches of color?" Yermie stopped bouncing and considered N'mi's (possibly rhetorical) question. "I dunno why some of them are upset, but I remember when I was a candidate, some people had really strong opinions about what color they'd get? Maybe it's like that? But I still don't really get it..."
Tsukasath sighed. He could try and take the time to explain to his hapless rider that here at Fort there was a little thing called a color hierarchy, and that some people craved power, the sort of power only possible from bonding to a dragon that Serapheth would allow to catch her, but he knew Yermie wouldn't really get it. Yermie liked running, and that was about all they really cared about, so they had no way of truly grasping why that might matter to some people. They'd probably understand how some people didn't want the responsibilities that came with that same power, but it wasn't a conversation worth having while Yermie was perfectly content to be chattering away with another rider.
"Ooh, look, that brown one's shaking now! Do you think it'll be a brown? Most of the others haven't really matched the colors of their shells. Oh, except for that garnet, I guess, but that seems like it's kind of the exception...or, no, the last green that hatched also had kind of a greenish shell? Hm. I don't know, it's always so hard to guess the colors," they said with a laugh, sounding more delighted at that than upset.
Heiro nodded along as Aneesa suggested why the dragonets were showing violence. "You might be right," she agreed. "At least in the case of that brown. I think the green was always going to be a bit...difficult, but most of these hatchlings will hopefully be a bit better behaved."
Heiro strode forwards with a bit more confidence. She'd survived a wher attack, one where they had been actively pursued by the creatures. Baby dragons who only hurt by accident or because they were overwhelmed were a lot easier to handle, in her opinion. "There were a few others who seemed...less than friendly, though, and I just want to make sure there's a buffer at least when those emerge." The Beast's Stripes, specifically. It had seemed to have something of a problem with everyone as far as she recalled the touching and discussion afterwards.
Y'olai of White Tsukasath - N'mi
Yermie let out a laugh. "Oh, that's a relief, then! I'm glad she's not scary mad. But chasing people with a shoe is kind of a funny image...probably not for the person being chased, though..." Yermie bounced excitedly as N'mi pointed out the hatchlings. "Oh wow!! They're really cute! And those markings! They all look like they're from the same clutch, don't they, with all those big splotches of color?" Yermie stopped bouncing and considered N'mi's (possibly rhetorical) question. "I dunno why some of them are upset, but I remember when I was a candidate, some people had really strong opinions about what color they'd get? Maybe it's like that? But I still don't really get it..."
Tsukasath sighed. He could try and take the time to explain to his hapless rider that here at Fort there was a little thing called a color hierarchy, and that some people craved power, the sort of power only possible from bonding to a dragon that Serapheth would allow to catch her, but he knew Yermie wouldn't really get it. Yermie liked running, and that was about all they really cared about, so they had no way of truly grasping why that might matter to some people. They'd probably understand how some people didn't want the responsibilities that came with that same power, but it wasn't a conversation worth having while Yermie was perfectly content to be chattering away with another rider.
"Ooh, look, that brown one's shaking now! Do you think it'll be a brown? Most of the others haven't really matched the colors of their shells. Oh, except for that garnet, I guess, but that seems like it's kind of the exception...or, no, the last green that hatched also had kind of a greenish shell? Hm. I don't know, it's always so hard to guess the colors," they said with a laugh, sounding more delighted at that than upset.
| Fort L'fy of Brown Dioth | Going Merry (flit) B'layk of Blue Radarth Wingsecond G'las of Green Quenith | Dazzle (flit) Weyrling Br'on of Green Mesomelath | Apolline (flit) Y'olai of White Tsukasath Jackrum of Brown Krusk Columbo of Blue Lumsk | Dog (flit) Attolia of Cinder Attolisk Ronica of White Onisk and Brown Osk Assistant Headwoman Houlihan | Soldier (flit) Candidate Heiro | Thetis (flit) | High Reaches Dani of Bronze Bladeth | Ceecee (flit) Barca of Brown Brynth Healer's Wingleader Y'ang of Brown Kullilth | Bokhee (flit) Diamond of Garnet Hyliath | Spessartine Skud (flit) Elross of Blue Hisahith Weyrling Ry'n of Green Yuelith Dukat of Bronze Dusk Maritza of Garnet Arisk Ennis of Green Ennisk and Green Szensk Weyrfolk Anabella Candidate Miguel Candidate Nayru Wher Candidate Haron | Semaca M'ten of Garnet Noggoth Weyrleader B'ram of Blue Sininulth | Sunrise (flit) Bre'q of Blue Ostoriath D'ax of Blue Firarith | Kahless (flit) F'lin of Green Eraelth | Rusty (flit) Tychon of Green Ezanath | Thalassa Narcissa (bird) Weyrling S'ra of White Moggeth Dunsmith of Brown Dunsk | Filly (flit) Rosethorn of Garnet Thornsk and Brown Rosesk Candidate Hamuntep |
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EW-NA - Wingleader
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Candidate Tygirtaull
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Tygir was doing his best to smother down the unpleasant taste from being snubbed by the little Bronze. It wasn't bad when the dragon hatched and didn't even acknowledge you overall. Didn't offer any hope or excitement to rip away.
Had Tygir been paying attention, he might have seen that the next little Green was so rather picky to find her bonded. She was so quick though, that he only caught when her choice had been made. She looked nice, if not a touch more simple patterned than her siblings.
Now it seemed more of the larger eggs were getting ready to pop. That made it easier for Tygirtaull to get over any lingering disappointment. Big dragons HAD to look cool!
So shifting his stance straight, and even being graceful enough to remove his hands from the depths of his pockets, Tygir put his focus on the slow chipping egg.
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Tygir was doing his best to smother down the unpleasant taste from being snubbed by the little Bronze. It wasn't bad when the dragon hatched and didn't even acknowledge you overall. Didn't offer any hope or excitement to rip away.
Had Tygir been paying attention, he might have seen that the next little Green was so rather picky to find her bonded. She was so quick though, that he only caught when her choice had been made. She looked nice, if not a touch more simple patterned than her siblings.
Now it seemed more of the larger eggs were getting ready to pop. That made it easier for Tygirtaull to get over any lingering disappointment. Big dragons HAD to look cool!
So shifting his stance straight, and even being graceful enough to remove his hands from the depths of his pockets, Tygir put his focus on the slow chipping egg.
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FirebrandPhlox - Weyrling
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Candidate Aneesa - Heiro
Aneesa walked alongside Heiro towards the rest of the candidates and the remaining eggs. I didn't get a chance to touch very many, so let me know which ones might be problem children." Aneesa appreciated Heiro's sentiment of wanting to protect the other candidates, but she also didn't want Heiro to get hurt if she tried to put herself in front of an irritable dragonet.
"Just leave any of the bitey ones to me!" She told Heiro, her voice filled with more confidence than she was feeling. But she couldn't look nervous in front of another candidate. She had wavered before, but she couldn't show that kind of uncertainty again. She was a big sister after all! She had been bitten by her younger siblings plenty of times, a dragon couldn't hurt that much worse.
Aneesa walked alongside Heiro towards the rest of the candidates and the remaining eggs. I didn't get a chance to touch very many, so let me know which ones might be problem children." Aneesa appreciated Heiro's sentiment of wanting to protect the other candidates, but she also didn't want Heiro to get hurt if she tried to put herself in front of an irritable dragonet.
"Just leave any of the bitey ones to me!" She told Heiro, her voice filled with more confidence than she was feeling. But she couldn't look nervous in front of another candidate. She had wavered before, but she couldn't show that kind of uncertainty again. She was a big sister after all! She had been bitten by her younger siblings plenty of times, a dragon couldn't hurt that much worse.
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Arcane - Thread Conqueror
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Relli of Garnet Rellivask and Blue Relsk- Esther
Relli was glad as well, that her barrack was a peaceful one, "He's a good wher who loves firelizards. I think he'd have adored any hatchling I brought home. But Momo seems like a sweet flit. I've been lucky. Rellivask, Relsk, Momo- they're all good."
Relli hoped these new hatchlings would prove equally good to their new riders, some of whom looked to be barely more than children themselves.
Relli noticed Esther's tensions and decided not to ask. This was not the time to drag Esther back to memories of her long gone bronze.
"I don't know them either. The only riders I spend much time around are you and my family," Relli admitted. Riders as a whole no longer intimidated her, after so many turns at the weyr, but the idea of someone like her making small talk with the weyrwoman or weyrleader still seemed almost laughable, "I don't expect we will, no. I imagine our squadleader'll give us a light day today, with the hatching happening so early for us. Thread doesn't fall in the winter and hard to have a good practice when the squad's come straight from the feast."
Daphne of Brown Ogatath- Eloise
"Lemos is still an extremely wealthy and prestigious hold. A weyr, or hold, benefits from having trade and diplomatic relations all across Pern," Daphne explained, "With whom it would be quite useful to form deeper ties. Lemos is nowhere near Bridgerton Hold either and yet mother would gladly have sent any of us to foster there, had the lord been willing."
Daphne cheered, as at long last, a dragon chose him, as much out of joy of being right as of any particular fondness, "There, see? I told you a dragon would choose him. A wonder it took that long. That blue is truly fortunate- or extremely clever."
Ogatath rolled his eyes and decided just to be glad he wouldn't be in their wing. He was tired of hearing about forsking Lemos.
Actaeon- Kouichi
The dragonrider proved rather less eager to share information than Actaeon might have hoped. He supposed he could review the records on his own time, at a later date, to see if there was any correlation.
Eggs hatched and Impressed. Nothing seemed especially unusual to Actaeon.
"Yes, seven now," Actaeon said, not sure what more to say for hatching smalltalk. He did not know any of the candidates. He was not a dragonhealer. He was not a dragonrider. He was not good at...socializing. Even with colleagues, "Were you born here at Fort?"
He knew little of the rider healers, even after several months at Fort. Which were weyrborn seemed like the sort of thing he probably should know.
Mithras- Costanza
Mithras smiled, looking down at her robe, "I don't mind the robes, actually. I think a uniform puts everyone on a fairer playing field. If we could pick our own clothes, what if the richer or more fashionable candidates had an advantage, when that has nothing to do with who makes a good rider?"
At least Mithras didn't think it had anything to do with what made a good rider. But the Lord Holder's son had just Impressed, and Eloise and Daphne had Impressed the two hatchings before this, so maybe status and Blood did matter to some dragons.
Her smile gained a sympathetic edge as a dragon examined Costanza more closely, before moving on. It always hurt more when you had hope, "Hopefully the dragons' riders suit them."
Hoping there was one for her was the sort of selfishness that was why she wasn't yet a rider, maybe- even though plenty of selfish candidates had Impressed.
"But after two hatchings- I haven't seen much of pattern. What do you hope your dragon is like?" Mithras asked. She didn't let herself get that specific with her own dreams- because she didn't want a dragon to turn her down because they thought she didn't want them- but she knew other candidates did.
Elyron of Green Elyrosk- Ronnie
"Their weyrlingmasters'll see to it, probably," Elyron agreed, eyes lingering enviously on the bronze dragonet. He had not been a candidate in many many turns, but some of part him still resented that it had never been him, "Fort's a better run weyr than High Reaches. And you're right- we've got Semaca now, to take the dross. Convenient, that."
She was a well-dressed women, this new wherleader of theirs. Wherhandlers had never had fancy titles, back when Elyron was a boy. He didn't think he liked it. But it was the way the world was moving. Even Benden was more liberal than it'd used to be, "Do they listen to you at all, wherleader, these dragonriders? Or is it just some fancy knots and an empty title?"
Relli was glad as well, that her barrack was a peaceful one, "He's a good wher who loves firelizards. I think he'd have adored any hatchling I brought home. But Momo seems like a sweet flit. I've been lucky. Rellivask, Relsk, Momo- they're all good."
Relli hoped these new hatchlings would prove equally good to their new riders, some of whom looked to be barely more than children themselves.
Relli noticed Esther's tensions and decided not to ask. This was not the time to drag Esther back to memories of her long gone bronze.
"I don't know them either. The only riders I spend much time around are you and my family," Relli admitted. Riders as a whole no longer intimidated her, after so many turns at the weyr, but the idea of someone like her making small talk with the weyrwoman or weyrleader still seemed almost laughable, "I don't expect we will, no. I imagine our squadleader'll give us a light day today, with the hatching happening so early for us. Thread doesn't fall in the winter and hard to have a good practice when the squad's come straight from the feast."
Daphne of Brown Ogatath- Eloise
"Lemos is still an extremely wealthy and prestigious hold. A weyr, or hold, benefits from having trade and diplomatic relations all across Pern," Daphne explained, "With whom it would be quite useful to form deeper ties. Lemos is nowhere near Bridgerton Hold either and yet mother would gladly have sent any of us to foster there, had the lord been willing."
Daphne cheered, as at long last, a dragon chose him, as much out of joy of being right as of any particular fondness, "There, see? I told you a dragon would choose him. A wonder it took that long. That blue is truly fortunate- or extremely clever."
Ogatath rolled his eyes and decided just to be glad he wouldn't be in their wing. He was tired of hearing about forsking Lemos.
Actaeon- Kouichi
The dragonrider proved rather less eager to share information than Actaeon might have hoped. He supposed he could review the records on his own time, at a later date, to see if there was any correlation.
Eggs hatched and Impressed. Nothing seemed especially unusual to Actaeon.
"Yes, seven now," Actaeon said, not sure what more to say for hatching smalltalk. He did not know any of the candidates. He was not a dragonhealer. He was not a dragonrider. He was not good at...socializing. Even with colleagues, "Were you born here at Fort?"
He knew little of the rider healers, even after several months at Fort. Which were weyrborn seemed like the sort of thing he probably should know.
Mithras- Costanza
Mithras smiled, looking down at her robe, "I don't mind the robes, actually. I think a uniform puts everyone on a fairer playing field. If we could pick our own clothes, what if the richer or more fashionable candidates had an advantage, when that has nothing to do with who makes a good rider?"
At least Mithras didn't think it had anything to do with what made a good rider. But the Lord Holder's son had just Impressed, and Eloise and Daphne had Impressed the two hatchings before this, so maybe status and Blood did matter to some dragons.
Her smile gained a sympathetic edge as a dragon examined Costanza more closely, before moving on. It always hurt more when you had hope, "Hopefully the dragons' riders suit them."
Hoping there was one for her was the sort of selfishness that was why she wasn't yet a rider, maybe- even though plenty of selfish candidates had Impressed.
"But after two hatchings- I haven't seen much of pattern. What do you hope your dragon is like?" Mithras asked. She didn't let herself get that specific with her own dreams- because she didn't want a dragon to turn her down because they thought she didn't want them- but she knew other candidates did.
Elyron of Green Elyrosk- Ronnie
"Their weyrlingmasters'll see to it, probably," Elyron agreed, eyes lingering enviously on the bronze dragonet. He had not been a candidate in many many turns, but some of part him still resented that it had never been him, "Fort's a better run weyr than High Reaches. And you're right- we've got Semaca now, to take the dross. Convenient, that."
She was a well-dressed women, this new wherleader of theirs. Wherhandlers had never had fancy titles, back when Elyron was a boy. He didn't think he liked it. But it was the way the world was moving. Even Benden was more liberal than it'd used to be, "Do they listen to you at all, wherleader, these dragonriders? Or is it just some fancy knots and an empty title?"