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The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« on: September 05, 2018, 11:05:21 PM »

As much as he had dreaded this day, it had arrived regardless. Just as O’sir had known it must inevitably do. He could no more stop dragonets from hatching than he could halt the orbit of the Red Star, even if the former had now also become synonymous with destruction and death. The best he could hope to do was prepare the Candidates as well as he could and hope that things worked out for the best.

Changing turns of tradition was no easy thing, and hatchings had occasionally been deadly before anyway. Though certainly not as often. But creating any sort of padded shielding for Candidates to wear under their robes simply wasn’t practical, and there was only so much damage it would have prevented regardless, with as sharp as a dragon’s teeth and claws were. Ultimately, it had been a solution that bore no real merit with the resources currently available to the Weyr.

So, too, had been a suggestion of having more than one Queen attempt to contain the Reds when they hatched. O’sir had been hesitant to bring it up in the first place, but had hoped it might make a difference. It had been disappointing, but unsurprising, when the Senior Weyrwoman had confirmed that her Gold wouldn’t stand for such a thing. Until they Impressed, those were her babies, and she would tolerate no other Queen commanding them, or attempting to.

And the last thing they needed was two of the Weyr’s Golds fighting amidst what was already bound to be a chaotic situation.

At least this time, the first shell didn’t crack in the middle of the night. O’sir was in the classroom when Saibrasoth reached out to him, voice low but tinged with some fear. It’s happening. He knew his rider would know exactly what he was referring to.

Not all of the Candidates were present—but he was overseeing those receiving extra tutoring or mentoring from older students. When he stood, O’sir could feel their attention shift to him; it was with a fairly heavy heart that he told them, “The Hatching is starting. Remember what you’ve been taught and get your robes on.”

Saibrasoth echoed a similar message to those not in attendance, and O’sir hoped they would be prepared. Some of their physical training had now begun to include ways to mitigate mauling damage—to shield sensitive places if they were attacked, like their eyes. And to curl up to protect their abdomen if they were downed. How to help an injured classmate, but also not to interfere with a dragonet at risk of getting hurt themselves.

Maybe it would be enough.

O’sir himself made his way directly to the Hatching Sands, knowing already what would certainly await him there.

This time, it was four Red dragonets already hatched and running around the sand, playing and chasing each other but heedless of anything else for the moment, including a handful of other eggs that were shaking violently, apparently with the intention of hatching soon. More Reds? The hatchlings seemed to notice him when he arrived, but cared not for his presence nor anyone else's. Not until some of the Candidates started to arrive and step into the chamber.

“Move slowly,” he cautioned them again, as he had before. “Don’t make yourself a good target for chasing.”

That was asking a lot, given some of their classmates had died the previous turn from errant claws. But running from the creatures would only make things worse. At least, O'sir noticed as he stepped out of the entryway, Healers were already arriving on the scene, prepped with supplies needed for first aid. Quick treatment could be vital for any Candidates that were injured.

Little could be done once the Candidates were on the Sands, but the Weyr had done its best to prepare for this Hatching.

Spoiler for OOC:
The clutch is hatching! :shock: Which means it’s time for your Candidates to stumble onto the Sands—and don’t forget to wear the ceremonial robes and send any fire lizards away. As always, you can check your other characters in at the OOC thread, though Hatchings are open affairs and other people are welcome to spectate.

As the Hatching progresses, we’ll also be tallying the bets everyone made here. And once the first PC has Impressed, this post will be updated to link to the dragonet feeding thread.

For those intending to directly app weyrlings into this clutch, please wait to post your apps until after at least one dragon of your desired color has Impressed to an NPC. There will be plenty, so don’t worry! You can find the guide to our weyrling apps here.

Good luck! The next admin hatching post will go up in about 12 hours.

Feeding Thread



1 - Brown 001 to NPC12 - Blue 001 to NPC23 - Black 001 to NPC
2 - Anedaith to D'via13 - Bronze 003 to NPC24 - Blue 002 to NPC
3 - Ysolth to Vassatiere14 - Brown 002 to NPC25 - Blue 003 to NPC
4 - Green 001 to NPC15 - Rintoth to R'ghal26 - Hisketh to R'kan
5 - Bronze 001 to NPC16 - Brown 003 to NPC27 - Heppath to D'vik
6 - Bronze 002 to NPC17 - Oskith to Ysveta28 - Red 005 to NPC
7 - Black 003 to NPC18 - Blue 005 to NPC29 - Green 002 to NPC
8 - Black 004 to NPC19 - Red 006 to NPC30 - Green 003 to NPC
9 - Red 007 to NPC20 - Green 005 to NPC31 - Black 005 to NPC
10 - Green 006 to NPC21 - Derraseth to Na'va32 - Green 004 to NPC
11 - Green 007 to NPC22 - Red 009 to NPC
« Last Edit: October 04, 2018, 10:08:10 PM by O'sir »

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #1 on: September 05, 2018, 11:05:34 PM »
Only on rare occasions did Rinokan ever feel quietly introspective. Most of the time he was content to just take things as they came—he’d never been one for plans or schemes or any of that shit. That just wasn’t him, But on this particular day, he’d been glad to finish all his assigned chores before lunchtime. No part of him wanted to be around people, leaving Rinokan waspish and prickly. Not enough to talk back to the Crafters telling him what needed done, but he did bluntly ignore all the other Candidates that had been assigned to the same Hall when they chattered around him while they worked.

He’d escaped as quickly as he could once lunch was over, bolting down the food and clearing his tray before some parts of the Weyr had even arrived to eat. Sliding past the flood of bodies as they entered the Hall, he wanted to get away from the incessant buzz of conversation. Otherwise he felt like he was going to end up picking a fight with someone because they wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Everything he happened to overhear just seemed so stupid.

Maybe it was the storm. It had arrived late the night before and seemed to be around to stay, a thick and oppressive blanket over the whole island. The rain it had brought wasn’t quite torrential, but it was no light sprinkle—fat droplets of water soaking into the fabric of his shirt and wetting his hair as he emerged into the Bowl. A crack of thunder boomed around the Weyr as he did, the reverberation tossed around the walls of the dead crater like flits playing with a spinner.

And sure, it was probably stupid to climb when the rocks were slick, but he was in a mood to do something reckless too. Rinokan had discovered a little shelf beneath one of the lower weyr’s ledges some months ago. It was just big enough for him to sit on, back wedged against the sturdy face of the old volcano, and wasn’t so high he could get in trouble for going up there. But it kept the rain off mighty well, and he could watch the comings and goings in the weyr shadowed by the ledge, no one the wiser that he was there.

With as hot as it was, the rain on him made the fold in the rock even muggier as it evaporated, leaving his clothes and hair damp but not soaked. But that seemed a small price to pay for the view—Rinokan could almost see out into the Cove from there, more of the sky revealed by that break in the side of the Bowl and showing him glimpses of more lightning as it hammered down around them.

Scoria had joined him after a little while, the Brown flit sitting next to Rinokan and nearly leaning against his side. His eyes were vaguely tinged with red, reflecting his bonded’s mood since he wasn’t feeling particularly social himself. Eventually Rinokan had even let him crawl into his lap, a rare show of nearness and affection from the Brown. But it was the only contact he’d felt comfortable with all day, rather than wanting to lash out and hit someone in the mouth if they so much as bumped into him.

He’d lost track of how long he’d been up there, almost dozing after a time, until the somewhat familiar voice of the Candidate Master’s dragon broke through his thoughts. Rinokan growled in annoyance at the intrusion at first—until he really heard what Saibrasoth had said.

Scoria squawked in disapproval when Rinokan shifted abruptly, quick as a tunnel snake as he slid down from the ledge, fingers tight against the slippery rock. He descended the climb probably quicker than he should have, dropping the last bit of distance hard enough that the impact jarred his knees. But there wasn’t time to worry about that; just outside of one of the tunnels nearer to the Candidate barracks entrance, Rinokan didn’t have far to go to get ready. And if he was fast enough, he might be able to beat some of the others and be one of the first ones on the Sands.

His Brown landed heavily on his cot with a huff and just watched Rinokan as he dug through his trunk. Stripping off his now-again wet shirt, he toss the old one on the bed and pulled on another, followed by the white Candidate robes which he smoothed out over his clothes. His hair was a little more of a lost cause, but most would probably just assume he’d been doing an outside chore. He did at least rake his fingers through it some to tame it while it was still wet, even though he knew the heat of the Sands would make it fluff up as it dried.

Darting back out of the entrance as more Candidates started flooding in, Rinokan made his way to the Sands. He felt more focused than he had all day, and his previous annoyance with other people fell by the wayside because there just wasn’t room in his head for it anymore. Not when he knew he was going into a situation that had the potential to be dangerous, even deadly.

But as before, he didn’t feel afraid. So when some of his classmates hesitated around the entrance to the Sands, the first few to have arrived seeming reluctant to go and get the Reds’ attention, Rinokan snorted and pushed past them. Perhaps rudely, but they could get the fuck out of his way, then.

He didn’t run, taking O’sir’s advice seriously, but he did move purposefully out onto the Sands, keeping an eye on the Reds as he did. All his attention was focused on them, almost like he was daring one of them to go to him, to Impress to him. They were pretty things, quick and unaware just how deadly they could be… and Rinokan didn’t think he’d mind if one of them bonded to him.

They were intense, but so was he.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #2 on: September 05, 2018, 11:49:11 PM »
Oss almost missed O'sir's change of position, as he concentrated on the last passage he had been attempting to transcribe (with the correct grammatical additions of course) onto the wax tablet the candidates used for incidental work such as this. He was sure someone out there got to used some of the prized paper, or vellum sheets, but for his writing lessons, he'd never had more than a wax tablet.

But it wasn't something that particularly bothered him. He enjoyed learning, and being pushed towards being even a little bit better than he was yesterday. Almost near the end of his extra lessons, Osken thought it would be a little disappointing when he had to move on to doing extra chores, or when he became one of the "experienced candidates" who were allowed to not take the repeated lessons. Maybe he could ask O'sir if he could just keep having lessons, whatever the candidate master wanted to teach him, Oskendar wasn't sure that he'd find extra chores as satisfying as he found learning something new.

He did just notice the movement out of the corner of his eye, however, and glanced away from the tablet to stare at O'sir. The hatching. It could be nothing else with such a serious expression on the candidate master's face.

Osken for his part, very carefully kept the large grin from sliding across his face, but he did stare with wide, shining, excited eyes across the room at Kharismene. And he stood quickly, waiting for her only briefly before hurrying out of the room and back towards their quarters, breaking into a jog when they had gotten out of eyesight of O'sir.

"Race you to get ready." And he rushed away from her, slipping into his room, dodging the roommates that got in his way, and slipping his candidate robes on. Luckily, there wasn't much to them. "Hey." He caught the attention of both his firelizards, and their gleaming eyes turned towards his. Keeping eye contact he said, "You two keep your butts in here. Kalestath isn't wanting you on the sands. Got it?" Herald flipped his wings onto his back pompously, as if to assure him he would follow the rules, but he would not be held responsible for the other one. Larcen, however, seemed to understand the severity of the situation, and chirped his affirmation. Content that his firelizards understood the instructions, he nudged his way past Trundiffsle to meet Kharismene.

When they met again in the hallway, the two made their way towards the hatchings sands. Oskendar felt like he should be more nervous than he was, but danger had never been something to make him not do something. He'd grown up in the most dangerous turns of Fort Hold's history, and they'd made it out the other side alive. Surely he'd make it through a few dragons, and hopefully out the other side with one.

Slowing when they reached the gathering crowd of candidates, he pushed past anyone who hesitated to enter. Khary wanted a red, so they'd be damn sure to be on the sands when the reds were. So slowly, but purposefully, Osken made his way onto the sands, taking in the reds already hatched and chasing their way across the burning sands.

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@Lyndi
Let me know if I've assumed too much, I'm happy to change anything if you had other ideas for Khary <3 Just wanted to get them onto the sands with a little posts as possible
« Last Edit: September 06, 2018, 12:56:59 AM by Oskendar »

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #3 on: September 06, 2018, 12:04:06 AM »
Ysveta was... frustrated. For some reason, the other candidates on her chore schedule today, were silently using the excuse of the upcoming hatching to be as inefficient as possible. It wasn't that she didn't like doing chores, but the laundry the Healer Hall had asked them to do this morning, shouldn't have taken the entire morning and afternoon to complete. If everyone had stopped talking for an hour, then they would have been done before lunch, and Ysveta could have slipped through the Harper caverns in her spare time.

As it was, she was still folding laundry when Saibrasoth spoke to them. Slightly disappointed that they would have to leave this chore incomplete, but in no way considering being late for the hatching, Ysveta dumped the cloth as neatly as she could and hurried from the Hall. Ignoring the heightened chatter of the other candidates. If they thought she would supply helpful comments towards the conversation, they would ask her, otherwise she didn't think it was likely it involved her. Even if they were speaking so loudly.

Thunder sounded, and Ysveta knew that would be an inconvenience. They would all arrive wet, with their robes clinging to them from their short sprint across the training grounds. Alas, but at least they would all still be matching.

She traded her work clothes for the robe, checked that the strap on her sandals was secure, and hurried out of the candidate barracks and into the wet of the bowl, crossing quickly towards the entrance.

Her scar itched, when she slipped through some that hesitated, and stepped her first step onto the warm sands. Part of her was a little surprised that she hadn't hesitated herself, but she'd decided her encounter with the last hatchlings had been... an unfortunate necessity. If she was going to be a candidate, she was a candidate for all of the dragons, not just the ones who were careful with their claws. Besides, if a red wanted to play with her today, but it was because they wanted to play with her forever. When she'd stayed in candidacy, Ysveta had decided to take that risk. Even despite her usual risk averse nature.

She stood near other candidates who had also made their way onto the sands, slowly filling up as candidates returned from other chore sessions, brushing their hair away from their face. All seemed to be following O'sir's instructions. Don't be a target. Don't stray away from a group. And don't run. At least, they were obeying so far.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #4 on: September 06, 2018, 12:35:53 AM »
It was... difficult to concentrate when he knew a hatching was around the corner, but Oarlen took some comfort in the knowledge that the last couple had started while the weyr was sleeping or waking up She flew regularly each turn, so surely her clutch would hatch with a similar frequency?

He'd not hesitated to take on a grittier chore once lunch was finished. With the weather as horrible as it was, many of the candidates who had chores to do after lunch tried to tee up indoor activities, or at least keep their head's drier than what Oarlen usually cared for. He was more than happy to jump into the baths an extra few times a day, and so didn't find the need to concern himself with trying to fob off the less ideal chores to others in the hopes of avoiding getting dirty.

Though he wouldn't want to stay dirty for very long once the deed was done.

He’d ended up assisting the beastcrafters again on this particular day, and while it wasn’t going to be a long job, it did involve getting out into the rain and mud, and trying to avoid getting pounced on by a certain green wher who thoroughly enjoyed such things. It was enough, sometimes, to forget that there were dangers being faced by the entire weyr each and every day, and so long as he was getting what needed to be done in a reasonable amount of time, he wouldn’t get in trouble for fooling around just a teeny bit.

Except when the mud-covered boy hears a certain brown dragon telling him, and the rest of his fellows that Kalestath’s clutch is hatching.

Oarlen blanched as he realised what Saibrasoth said, stopping in his tracks and looking towards the hatching sands as if he could see inside from where he was and failing to anticipate Ellsk’s latest attack in his shock. He squealed as he fell, the forced exhale as he took the green’s entire weight for a moment cutting the sound short and causing him to splutter as he tried to roll her off him. “The hatchin’ Ellsk! Can’t you hear? I’ll play more later!” He wheezed with a laugh as he managed to get her off him, rolling and picking up the rake that had been flung from his hands when he fell. He didn’t really need to tell her, He was sure Elrost would be calling her back any second now, but he liked to be polite, and he really did enjoy Ellsk’s company when he worked in the pens.

He was starting to panic though, as he realised just how muddy he’d gotten while working, sparing another quick glance to the hatching sands to see if any classmates had arrived before giving the where a quick, but affectionate pet. “Gottagoimpressmydragon” he rambled, dashing back towards the barn to lean the rake against the wall before darting towards his common rooms. He had to stay positive, and the giddiness of the last hour or so had him in high spirits, though the niggling sense of doubt in his capabilities was sweltering deep in his belly. He’d at least addressed his fear for the most part at the touching, and O’sir had been doubly vigorous in helping them anticipate what was to come.

But he needed to get clean. Or else he wouldn’t even be allowed onto the sands!

He tried to make sure he wouldn’t forget to return and put the rake back where it properly belonged, and hoped to Faranth that he wouldn’t get scolded for it. Of all the reasons to ditch a chore, surely a hatching was a reasonable one? //Clothes… and water. Quickly.// He spoke to his flits as he ran, his boots losing traction at one point and causing him to skid slightly before he could regain his balance. The four fire lizards, all fluttering behind him at the urgency their bonded was exhibiting disappeared almost simultaneously, the haunting hum of their own, so cheerful and out of place considering how dark and dreary the afternoon was stopping suddenly. The larger one, the sound of the dragons humming their hatching song was the one that Oarlen heard the most, apologising as he darted past weyrfolk heading towards the sands to witness the event and stopping only once he was in his room.

“Help me with this please?” he asked one of his roommates, trying not to touch the white cloth that was pressed beneath his clothes chest as he picked up one corner. The fact his roomates were only just getting ready themselves was at least one less thing for him to worry about. He might not make it with the first group to enter the sands, but he was certainly not going to be the last. “Thanks. Thanks.” He squeaked as two others came to assist, negating the need for him to get near the ceremonial robes himself until he was a little cleaner, copping a friendly push from one of the older ones at the very moment his firelizards reappeared, each having obediently retrieved what was requested.

“Thanks guys. Thanks” he said again, not quite able to form much more beyond that as he tried to focus on the there and now instead of what was waiting. A red-eyed queen and the gleaming, dangerous dragonets that couldn’t be too much bigger than Queen herself. His scars almost twanged at the memory of his own brush with one such creature, though it was just his mind racing away on him. He had to breath. To centre himself.

First, clothes and boots off – and away from everyone else so it didn’t mess up their stuff. He tried to uphold holder ideals where he could, but public nudity was a small price to pay on such an occasion. So he only smiled apologetically as one particular roommate blushed and turned away before kicking his wet, muddy clothes off to the side and retrieving the rag Sweets had provided and the small container that Queen had managed to find to fill with water from the bathing springs. “Good job guys.” He repeated again as he gave himself a very, very quick wipe over, tipping the rest of the liquid over his head to try and dislodge the mud there and giving it a final scrub with the rag before rubbing himself down with a drying rag he kept on the other side of the cot.

Quick, quick, quick, quick. He hummed to himself, his heart jumping as his roomates started to file out. Freckles and Canopy had found him appropriate clothing to put beneath his robes, and they slipped on without a fuss, the robes, pristine still, and as flat as he could get them floating on over the top with only a little smudging where his damp hair met the collar. He’d have to trim his hair for the next hatching, but with the rain between there and the sands, it wouldn’t be noticed so much. Thankfully Ellsk hadn’t buried him in mud this time. He was about as quick to get his footwear on, turning to address his firelizards with a brief; “Now stay until I call you. No excuses,” before skipping out with the tail end of his classmates, not last, just as he’d hoped, but most definitely not first.

He knew what to do from that point on, however, and eased into some semblance of calm as the habit of previous hatchings fell back into place. He didn’t need O’sir’s re-affirmation’s as he entered the grounds, offering Kalestath a short, but respectful bow before seeking out the spot he’d decided on during the first viewing of the eggs. Close enough to not be overlooked, but not so close as to invite Kalestath’s anger. The reds that were already prancing about sparked a bit of fear at first for the boy, but he quickly pushed it aside. He knew what to expect… properly knew this time, and while he would love to reach out to a friend or two, to seek comfort in their presence, he knew it would only endanger him, and perhaps them as well. No. For all the hatching was something they did together. The experience was to be their own. Impression or not.

His eyes never left the red dragonets, an easy enough task while they were all together and at this distance, they were easily appreciated for what they were. Perhaps it was the oncoming storm that had encouraged a hatching during the waking hours of the weyr? Either way, it would be interesting to see how the clutch turned out… Still, he didn’t quite stiffen his stance, wanting to be ready to dart out of the way – probably backwards so as not to stress Kalestath out by stepping closer to the eggs, in case the reds decided to have a closer inspection of him for the second hatching in a row. He didn’t fancy another trip to the healer hall to be truthful. Staying still for such an extended period of time had been torture.

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Borrowed Ellsk temporarily with permission from @inki  Also is there a barn? ‘cause I said there was <_<;

Aaand there. I think it should be fine <_< Assuming there’s a little leeway for the fact they had to move from doing chores to the hatching grounds and there are enough candidates that Oarlen could be a little late without being…Well… Late.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #5 on: September 06, 2018, 01:35:31 AM »
Kalestath had certainly garnished a well earned reputation for being a broody, moody Queen when it came to her clutches. The fact that the Reds were a bit rambunctious didn’t mean she was about to let anyone wander around and try to corral them. Only Halirina braved the sands around the eggs, daring to put herself between the red eyed Queen who regarded the Candidates with angry distrust. Kalestath was ever convinced the clumsy children were a danger to her precious eggs.

Only their respectful behavior kept her against the far side of the Sands, wings flared, but she remained settled. It also helped that it required almost all of her concentration to keep the Reds from running directly at the Candidates to play with them. The last hatchings had been a flurry of activity and... well, messy. Now, Halirina and Kalestath were hoping to control the dragonets to a degree. So long as the Candidates didn’t upset Kalestath, then the Queen could focus on keeping her little ones mostly restricted to the Sands until they were called toward a certain individual.

The Reds loudly projected all of their thoughts, unashamed. Blasting everyone in the Sands with thoughts of I want to play! and Come chase me! Adorable, sure, but loud. To those not used to hearing dragons, it was like children screaming in their skull. Kalestath couldn’t quiet them, and she wouldn’t have tried regardless, but she was doing a marvelous job keeping the four that had hatched to themselves.

The four dragonets tumbled and played, utterly unconcerned about the Candidates that filed in. Ignoring them, as they were being made to by their mother, until they were drawn to one.

Which hadn’t happened as of yet.

Select triage Healers were lined near Halirian’s weyr. She’d escort them out onto the Sands if it were necessary. They’d been told not to go out on their own, just in case Kalestath got... bite-y. It was just better for everyone involved if Halirina was with anyone that shouldn’t be on the Sands, if they had to go out to help anyone.

Halirina didn’t really speak to Kalestath so much as continually sent soothing thoughts to her Queen. There was no reasoning with Kalestath right now, no talking her down. Just weathering out the storm in the Sands and hoping that it all worked out. So long as all the Candidates behaved, and didn’t run at the eggs, show up with fire lizards, or mess something else up.... it should all be well. 

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #6 on: September 06, 2018, 01:47:07 AM »
It wasn’t often that P’ar was in the Weyr when a hatching happened. It wasn’t until after the fact, sometimes days after, that he’d arrive and have to listen to the excited news from a friend. That Zeketh started his humming on the ledge while P’ar was tending to their gear was just exciting. Like a Candidate gearing up for Impression, he rushed around his weyr, changed into clean clothes, and even asked his ponderous Blue with a grin, “How do I look?”

Zeketh just watched him.

P’ar gave his dragon and playful pat and dashed out into the tunnels. It wasn’t that he was just excited to watch new dragons be born into the world. He actually knew someone that would be Standing! That made it... closer? In a way? He was nervous, anxious, and even excited for Rinokan. While there was absolutely no pressure to Impress right away, or even in this particular clutch, P’ar suspected there was still a strong desire to Impress. No Candidate wanted to walk off the Sands alone.

In that, he felt some anxiety on behalf of the Candidate he’d befriended. Which meant he had to be there, not just so he could be apart of something exciting happening in the Weyr, but to offer his support too. It didn’t occur to the Blue Rider that it didn’t really matter whether or not he showed up. P’ar didn’t think about things like that. Rather, his friend was doing something potentially life changing. So, clearly, he should be there if he could. Even if he’d already wanted to be at the Hatching for the excitement of it.

He reached the Sands as others did and filed into the rows surrounding, definitely a respectful distance from the Gold and her eggs. The Blue Rider was hardly the only one who had wanted to come and watch. With so few things to celebrate and bring everyone together in the Weyr, a Hatching had, and would likely always be, a big deal. There was a buzz of energetic excitement in the air, causing smiles all around. It didn’t matter that dragonets could be dangerous, or that there could be maulings.

A dragon rider’s life was dangerous. Sometimes, it started out that way too.

The broadcasted Red’s thoughts were jarring. P’ar actually flinched some as they hit him. He wasn’t used to so much in his head and actually felt Zeketh get... well, not angry. But quite annoyed. It was down right rude to invade another Rider’s mind and Zeketh quite liked P’ar all to himself.

//They’re hatchlings. They don’t know any better,// he tried to explain amongst the clamor in his head.

I know. I still don’t like it, he explain. Because he was P’ar’s dragon, Zeketh would never be smothered by any other dragon’s voice – even the screaming Red’s – and the rumbling, slowly spoken words were almost a reprieve. Until the Blue was done talking and the blasting excitement was back.

P’ar just smiled while he sensed, for the first time in a long time, his Blue was quite upset.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #7 on: September 06, 2018, 02:05:35 AM »
It felt like they were just getting ready for the afternoon’s firestone lesson when the dragons started humming. Even Tyrriath. It was such an odd noise for him to make that, for the briefest of moments, Sethunya thought something was wrong with him. It didn’t process right away that the noise was the sound that dragons made when eggs were hatching.

She was so wrapped up in what he was doing, she just stared at him until he clarified, The eggs are hatching, in that same cool, calm voice he used with her all the time.

Right! Eggs! Hatching!

Sethunya visibly shook herself and actually laughed a little. Lessons were quickly put on hold so that those who wanted to could go watch – and who wouldn’t want to? While Sethunya was sure that there were some Weyrlings who didn’t care, she definitely wasn’t one of them. While the sight of dragons bursting from eggshells was quite thrilling, there was certainly an ulterior motive.

O’sir would be at the Sands, and she liked to see him when she could. Did it say something that she was more excited to see him than baby dragons?

You’re always excited to see him, he observed casually, nudging her with his nose. Climb up. I’ll carry you across the weyrbowl faster than you can run.

That was true. And, while flying might still be a stomach churning experience, riding Tyrriath was just... Well. There was nothing like it. Ever.  Sethunya hauled herself up. Just as her feet left the grass, he started moving. It might’ve been frightening, or even jarring, but Sethunya was just used to him. To climbing on him over the time he’d been growing, to feeling him move beneath her. It wasn’t second nature yet, but he didn’t scare her. Not anymore. Even if he was so big now.

He was definitely faster than she would ever be.

Tyrriath did pull up short of the Sands entrance, so he didn’t crowd other dragons that had wanted to be close to the event. Giving him an affectionate pat of parting, Sethunya then dashed in so she wouldn’t miss much.

Enting the Sands, she almost regretted she had. Shards but the Reds were loud. Sethunya almost thought they were actually screaming until she realized it was just in her head. It still made her pause, and walk slowly to the Stands with her eyes narrowed. It wasn’t painful, but just on this side of it.

My... They’re... enthusiastic.... he said, his cool voice cutting through the din of the Red’s excitement. The wash of sound from her dragon was so relieving that Sethunya immediately responded with, //Keep talking!//

Sensing easy amusement from her dragon, Tyrriath did just that. He spoke calmly and began to describe everything in the room, from the sand, to the Queen, to detailing all the various eggs. It helped drone out the Reds, like suppressing a headache, as Sethunya took a seat in the Stands.
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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #8 on: September 06, 2018, 02:15:58 AM »
There were very few things that could put a real halt to activity in the Weyr. A beach snake attack. A Gold Flight. And, of course, baby dragons hatching. It didn’t really matter that they were in the middle of dragon drills. It’d have been a fair bit disrespectful to continue and quite exclusionary if Beach Wing didn’t actually quit so that the Riders could witness the next generation of Riders Impressing.

Niema always felt a little excited getting to see the little dragons. And, when she was mentoring someone, it was sort of like watching a younger sibling Stand. Niema hadn’t even had a traditional family, having been raised in the weyr, so it was the closest comparison she had. The Green Rider became invested in those she was mentoring. Not in an overly attached way, but she wanted them to succeed. In Candidacy, that meant Impressing.

There was no forcing such a thing, obviously. But she wanted to be there when, or if, they did. So they’d have someone rooting for them. Cheering for them. To share the moment when they’d Impress, or be there for them if they didn’t. If they needed it. That was what a Mentor was, after all. To be there, when or if she was needed.

That and Niema would always take a break from drills.

Slipping her arm through K’mar’s, the pair made their way to the Sands and entered together. Which meant they experienced the excitement of the Reds at the same time. Niema actually laughed aloud and glanced at K’mar. They were so adorable! So happy and lively! There was no doubt that this lot would certainly find their rider amongst those Standing.

More to the point, as Niema watched the little dragonets run about playing, she wondered how anyone could think they were anything short of lovely. Anyone that thought they didn’t belong had never seen children play – which was exactly what the little Reds reminded Niema of. Crechelings.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #9 on: September 06, 2018, 02:25:41 AM »
Yinaya didn’t like drills anyways. Less so when there was a storm brewing and rain sought to make the entire thing even more miserable. It wasn’t like she didn’t like rain. She just really didn’t like drills. Rantasyth and Yinaya could do the damned things in their sleep. Could fly Thread patterns with their eyes closed – so long as there actually wasn’t any Thread.

All of it was lazy child’s play at this point.

So they weren’t really paying attention. Yinaya let Rantasyth’s mind wander and they might’ve been flying on ‘auto’ when the thrumming started.

She didn’t need Z’tai to tell her drills were over. Yinaya let her Green peel away from the lot and carry her lazily across the grass, near the sands. She wasn’t going to miss this for the world. Not when one of her daughters was going to be Standing. She might not have been in touch with Ysveta for very long, but she was still hopeful for the girl. If only because that’s what Ysveta wanted. It was only natural for Yinaya to then want the same thing for her.

That and being a dragon rider during an Interval was quite safe. Even if the island had giant lizards on it.

//Rantasyth, let Fisk know I’m already at the Sands,// she passed along while she jogged into the Sands. Yinaya did have to pause when she was hit by the excitable Red’s loud blasts, but she only stopped briefly. Yinaya was focused on getting a front row seat. Knowing that the hatchings could get rough, she just... wanted to make sure that Ysveta would be ok.

Even if she couldn’t actually run out there and do anything about it, there was still a silly part of Yinaya that was convinced that if she could see Ysveta, then that would somehow keep the girl safe. Maybe she could warn the Candidate? Probably not over all the noise, but it didn’t have to make sense.

Only once she’d taken a seat, near the front, where she could see Ysveta, was she content to sit and watch. To smile and cheer along with some of the others at the antics of the playful Reds. They were quite cute and, in a way, pretty. Different, of course. Their Red hides vibrant in a way no other color was. It wouldn’t bother Yinaya one bit if one of the little beauties picked her daughter – and she’d set anyone straight if they wanted to make a thing of it.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #10 on: September 06, 2018, 02:41:42 AM »
Fisk had noticed the dragonriders that started to peel away from their duties at the beach. But it wasn't until the hum started to grow, emanating from the hatching sands and sending echoes out towards the cove and those few remaining dragons there, that Fisk realised what was happening. He didn't have a dragon to let him know what was happening.

Seafoam wheeled towards him, letting the wild air currents of the storm carry her in crazy circles as see approached him from the Weyr. She was too small to do any real work with him during the day, so he let her be pretty independent once he'd trained her up. The little green returned every few hours for cuddles, but eventually she'd learnt that she could find other firelizards to play with at the Weyr.

It was Rantasyth that really spurred him away from the cove and back towards the hatching grounds. Apparently he'd underestimated the quickness of the hatching, forgetting that these reds had minds of their own. Fisk whistled loudly, calling Isk and Yinsk, who had been returning equipment, to him. If everything went to plan, he could come back after the hatching to clear up the rest of it. He'd already shoved the important things under cover and out of the rain.

"Let's go." Isk, Yinsk, Fisk and Seafoam raced up the hill from the cove, heading towards the hatching sands. He was lucky, he supposed, at the closeness of the cove to the hatching sands, and so he made it while candidates were still arriving. If there were still candidates to come, then obviously he wasn't too late.

Slipping in the main entrance, he skirted around the outside looking for Yinaya. She'd found a good seat, but the ones around her were slowly filling up. Ordinarily, Fisk would likely have found a less obtrusive seat, where he wouldn't have to step over those already seated. But he knew Ysveta was on the sands, and he didn't want Yinaya to deal with... whatever happened, alone.

And so, dripping on everyone in his way, Fisk shuffled his way across the first row, seating himself next to Yinaya, grabbing her hand and squeezing it in silent support. Fisk couldn't help but notice the scar across the girls face, the one that hadn't been there when she'd first stepped onto the sands of Kalestath's last hatching.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #11 on: September 06, 2018, 03:42:42 AM »
He'd been expecting the call for several days yet he was still surprised when Rohbarth swung his head round and stared towards the hatching grounds. It is time. D'zel dumped the rag he'd been using back into the bucket of oil and sighed. Of course it would be now.

Inconvenient was a byword of Kalestaths hatchings. At least it wasn't the middle of the night this time. “Guess I'll be finishing this later.”

Rohbarth let out a soft huff. He knew that 'later' meant 'not any time soon'. The first few days were rather intense and both of them would be lucky to catch more than a few naps. It is what it is. He said pragmatically as he shook out his half oiled wing.

The bucket was quickly stored and they both made their way across the weyr, watching with amusement as candidates scrambled across the bowl and the general working weyr came to a sudden halt. “Ready?” He said as Rohbarth stopped beside the pavilion, hunkering down so he wouldn't be looming so much when the hatchlings were brought out.

All will be well. D'zel gave him a fond pat and slipped into the grounds.

“O'sir.” He kept his voice low as he stepped up beside the candidate master, his eyes already taking in the hatchlings on the sands and the eggs looking like they might contain more of the little reds with how hard they were shaking.

The candidates were spreading out, nice and slow so far, no panic or loud voices to create an invitation to a rambunctious little red to come play. “They'll be fine, we've done what we can.” He murmured, letting his eyes sweep over the healers that they'd requested as they got themselves ready in case there were any major incidents.

He gave O'sir a soft clap on the shoulder before moving back towards the entrance to the feeding pavilion, taking up a position where he could keep an eye on any of his new charges as they came in. Out there was out of his hand, all he could do was keep order in here once they were paired.

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Edit to add @SirAlahn for mentioning O'sir
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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #12 on: September 06, 2018, 04:44:52 AM »
Karowen had no idea who had just poked their head round the door, she'd assume it was a rider, but it didn't really matter who had given them the warning. Only that they'd been given it. She hefted her pack, bigger than most of the healers packs, but she had things in to treat dragons not just humans. She trudged across the weyr bowl and joined the riders heading inwards. They went up to the stands, she sidled round, heading towards the area she'd been told the healers would be standing in.

There were already three, no four, of the red dragons on the sands and her eyes widened as she caught several distinct words through the sheer exuberance that they were projecting. They were kind of... cute, in a violently playful way. She couldn't help but wonder if she would have impressed to one of them if they'd been around when she had been standing for clutches. Ah well, it's not like it can happen now, she's far too old to even consider it.

The other thing that was near impossible to miss was the gold hovering over her eggs. Her eyes were a solid red and Karowen would be making no move onto the sands without the Queens rider right beside her. Kalestath was a veritable force of nature during hatchings and Karowen wasn't going to tempt fate. Her oaths to help did not extend to wandering around near moody Queens.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #13 on: September 06, 2018, 11:36:06 AM »
Harsaia was working with the healers when the call went out that the hatching was starting.  Smiling nervously at those around her she snagged the robe she had taken to carrying with her.  The other healers were grabbing supplies in preparation for more maulings or possible death.  It was no secret that hatchings were dangerous.  You didn't go in there without being willing to have one tear you open in the hopes of impression.  Harsaia was no exception.  Luckily she had healer training and would be there to help other candidates if she needed to. 

Being one of the older candidates meant she had seen this a few times around and knew the ways of protecting herself, at least as much as was actually possible.  Pulling her braid behind her she took off with the healers and arrived as four reds were running around the sands.  They were pretty but it seemed chaotic already.  Approaching slowly and bowing toward the queen she made her way toward the eggs she had first touched and tried to not give the reds a reason to chase after her.   She was sort of relieved that the reds were chasing each other instead of some poor candidate this time. 

They looked cute and fragile but baby dragons were clumsy and sometimes down right vicious.  One swipe of claw or bite and someone could be seriously injured.  As she was thinking this she looked at some of the younger candidates and motioned them to be calm and alert.  As she moved her eyes back to the eggs she noticed more and more of them were beginning to shake, ready to spill their precious contents on the sand.  Would one of them be her dragon?  Was she doomed to stand till the forced her off the sands?  Was it smarter to just step down and go back to healing?

Things like this always went through her mind.  There were few queens to impress and reds were rare as well, greens were an option but none had taken an interest to her yet.  Harsaia didn't even contemplate the larger male dragons.  A little green would be just as nice as any truthfully.  To have a life partner and friend like that was all she really wanted now.  The reds she was less sure of but maybe one would come to like her?

Like most candidates her heart was pounding and the uncertainty was palpable.  It would be nice to jump in time to right after the hatching so she would know if she was paired or left standing.  That way she could move on and get back to doing whatever it is she was meant to do here.  Which reminded her of the healers.  Looking over to them as they set up their supplies she swallowed hard.  If she failed to impress she would be there with them some day.  Watching as others were matched and patching up those who came into violent contact with the little creatures.

 

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #14 on: September 06, 2018, 11:38:28 AM »
Chores after lunch were always the worst. The weather, coupled with a full belly, had her feeling sleepy and lethargic and she really would have preferred to go curl up on her bed and worry about the upcoming Hatching. Savi stared dully at the vat of laundry as she stirred it. If she squinted her eyes just so, the swirling material looked a little bit like dragons chasing each other around. Like Reds, galloping across the sands for that brief moment before she only saw the ground and then darkness.

She blinked and the cloth was just that: cloth.

Minutes ticked by at a slug’s pace, but then she heard Saibrasoth’s voice in her head and everything seemed to be speed up, too fast. The other candidates working alongside her were scrambling just as much as she, and she was regretting her full stomach as she ran back to the barracks. Vomiting might make her feel better, but there was no time.

“You know the drill,” she said to her trio of flits. They had managed to behave themselves for the hatchings between Kalestath’s last and now this, but she felt their anxiety. They knew, as much as she did, that this clutch had consequences. The full extent of those consequences wouldn’t be apparent for hours (and, really, years), but the cloud of it hung over the room.

Savi changed, quick and efficient. She bundled her hair up into a bun, securing it firmly with a few ties and pins. Loose hair might hamper her vision or provide something for an eager dragonet to tangle its claws into. She was taking no chances. The candidate closed her eyes for all of five seconds and inhaled for the duration. She held the breath for another five counts and then marched out into the halls to join the flood of other hopefuls.

The sweat on her palms was disguised by the rain that continued to pelt her as she ran toward the Sands. It was a blessing in disguise, this rain. Hatchings usually meant hours on hot sands and the brief chill she felt now would be a gift inside. And speaking of inside, the great cavern loomed just ahead. She took another few seconds to compose herself and adopt a neutral face. She tried to even her breathing and heart rate, she didn’t want to look too excited lest she catch the attention of the Reds that she knew waited inside.

Savi wasn’t sure how she felt about the mutations. Prior to her injuries, she had been fascinated by them. She wanted to be unique, she wanted a Red to pick her. It had all felt like a game to her. Still, Impressing a Red was better than not Impressing at all. She squared her shoulders and walked onto the Sands.

They were there as expected. They were frolicking. The crowd wasn’t shouting in alarm, her fellow candidates were still all standing. Whatever changes had been made to prepare for this hatching seemed to be working. The vice that had been gripping her heart lessened just a touch. Among the candidates gathered she spied Oarlen and Ysveta and she gave them what she hoped was a strong smile.

And then she waited.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #15 on: September 06, 2018, 02:10:20 PM »
It seemed like the little Reds didn’t really care about the Candidates that were lining up. With Kalestath keeping them firmly away, letting the newly hatched know that people were not interested in playing, they were happy to chase, fall over one another, trill, and flail about in the Sands together. Unaware this was a special occasion, that people were there for them. Their thoughts were loud and unfiltered, like crechlings turned loose in the weyrbowl to shout and play. No one was immune. It’s not fair! You’re too fast! and Ow, ow, ow. That was my wing you stepped on! followed by the occasional Where is the food?! I’m so hungry!

There were certainly different tones, different voices and pitches, but trying to figure out what belonged to who was nigh impossible. The voices were directionless and ‘shouted’ into the cavern.

The crowd didn’t have to wait long for four more of the smallest eggs to crack open and spill their contents. More Reds. Kalestath might have been able to handle, just barely, four but eight? The Queen visibly tensed and her eyes whirled into a yellow-red as she strained herself.

Halirina actually turned to look at her Gold. //Don’t try to directly control them, just steer away the ones that get too close or become too excitable, she said, quick to stop the rising frustration of her Gold. There was no way even Kalestath could control eight dragons. But, one at a time? Maybe even two or three? That, she could do.

Kalestath’s wings flared a little more and she shifted, standing a bit more upright to do as her Rider suggested. She couldn’t keep a handle on all of them, but between herself and Halirina keeping an eye on them, hopefully they’d be able to prevent any real injury. So long as the Candidates still behaved themselves and didn’t draw Kalestath’s attention.

With the new additions, the former Reds became even more excited – if that was possible. New friends! Let’s play! Get out of the egg. Too much sand. There’s no food here. We’re not allowed to play with the people. Chase me chase me chase me! There was no reprieve from their voices now.

It was with Kalestath’s firm direction that they didn’t break eggs or, for now, barrel into the Candidates.

That didn’t stop them from hurting eachother though. Dragon claws and teeth were so very sharp, even for hatchlings. Two that were caught in a tumble were soon fighting while Kalestath was keeping a cluster from charging other eggs that were beginning to shake and crack.

You bit me, you’re mean. Get off, get away! There was no mistaking that the little Red was fine. No real harm done, but ichor splashed across the Sand as the ‘defeated’ Red dashed away from its sibling, toward the safety of Kalestath, while the angrier of the two stood triumphantly. Tiny and proud, she flared her wings – she thought she looked quite marvelous – and pranced over toward the Candidates.

Right up to Rinokan. I’m done playing now. Take me to the food. Her dark red head peered up at him, her eyes a brilliant, bright blue, while she waited expectantly. Like he was the one that she’d been waiting on this entire time now.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #16 on: September 06, 2018, 03:21:04 PM »
Shards, he’d forgotten just how damnably loud the Reds could be. It sounded as though the Creche had spilled over into the Sands, if the children there had all been fed too many sweet rolls and bubbly pies. But worse, in that there was little he could do to stifle their voices. Until they Impressed—and sometimes even after—young dragons didn’t know how to narrow their projections to one person rather than the entire room. And since it wasn’t a vocal cacophony but a telepathic one, it was even harder to block out.

//I can’t think,// he hissed to Saibrasoth, and the Brown broke through their voices to bring some calm to his rider’s mind. O’sir was far more experienced at listening to Saibrasoth—and even tuning him out—so it was some reprieve.

Part of what he was saying did break through, though. I think I saw Tyrriath near the entrance… Sethunya must be here.

O’sir glanced reflexively at the stands where spectators would be gathering, but there were already too many people for him to reliably spot her with one cursory look. It did make him feel better to think that she was there watching too, but he couldn’t responsibly let his attention stray long. Not when the shaking eggs were looking ready to burst apart, and more and more Candidates were making their way out onto the Sands.

At least they were doing so in a relatively organized fashion.

He nodded slightly to D’zel as the Weyrlingmaster stepped up to his side, eyes sweeping out over the Candidates again. Things were going according to plan so far, but how long would that last? He wanted to say, I hope you’re right, but didn’t want any of his students to overhear the doubt in his voice. That would hardly reassure them. Instead, he smiled softly, not enough to reach his eyes, and said, “I know.”

Nevertheless, the clap on his shoulder was appreciated before D’zel moved away again. They were all in this together. And Kalestath, under her Weyrwoman’s guidance, was doing an admirable job of controlling the Reds so far. So long as she wasn’t distracted…

But fear did grip his heart when four more of the eggs broke apart to reveal yet more Red hides. It was so like when things had gone the turn before that O’sir couldn’t help but worry history would repeat itself.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #17 on: September 06, 2018, 03:21:43 PM »
The Reds really were brilliant. Some among the other colors were noted for bright hides too, but none of them had ever fascinated Rinokan quite as much. Maybe, harkening back to a conversation he’d had with Droissa so long ago, because red wasn’t something that appeared in nature much. It was rarer, more striking when it did appear.

Tense and ready as he was, watching them play still made him smile. How anyone could think that the injuries they inflicted were purposeful was beyond him. It was clear they were just excited, as thrilled to meet the world as the Candidates always were to see dragonets regardless. And they were babies. Was it any surprise they were full of energy? He would be too after being cooped up inside a damn egg for so fucking long. Rinokan wasn’t sure just how aware they were inside their shells, but the chance to stretch their legs had to be a good one.

It wasn’t quite an organic thought as he watched them, but subtle enough that he didn’t recognize the outside influence at first. And certainly not through the shrieking voices of so many dragonets all shouting at one another. They were an assault to the senses, but each snippet of voice he heard was enough to make his heart race, and he bounced some on his heels. Maybe that one was destined for him? Or that one? Glancing at one of the Candidates nearby, Rinokan wondered if they were hearing all these voices too, or if one of these dragons was talking just to him and he hadn’t weeded their voice out of the crowd yet…

But when it did happen, it still took him a moment to realize. Just a moment before, he’d been watching two of them idly fight one another, marveling at how in command of their bodies they seemed already, unlike some of the larger colors that stumbled out of their eggs and across the Sands. And then one of them was trotting toward the line of Candidates—was Kalestath supposed to be stopping them? Rinokan’s eyes cut toward the huge golden Queen, but she didn’t seem distressed that one of her children was making toward potentially soft, fleshy targets.

As the little Red lady got closer, though, there was no doubt she was doing so purposefully—wait. Why did he think she? Reds could be either, so why…

I’m done playing now. Take me to the food. That voice, low and nearly purring, filled his head and momentarily shut out all the others. At least until she fell silent again. Just watching him expectantly.

“You… fuck… what?” Amused enough that he smiled lopsidedly, eyes narrowing, Rinokan looked down at her. Fuck, but she was even tinier up close. Smaller than Scoria, which was even more of a surprise.

She flared her wings again then, and actually hissed at him—which made him burst out in laughter. Even as the blue of her eyes was tainted faintly by angry red and hungry orange.

I said I’m hungry. Are you deaf? She headbutted him hard in the shin. Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to keep a lady waiting? And laughing at me. Her voice was perturbed, stern, and husky all at once. Honestly, R’kan, did your mother not teach you any fucking manners?

That was enough to startle him out of his laughter. Completely lacking any self-consciousness that he was speaking to her out loud, he demanded, “How do you know that word?”

Hisketh—it was jarring to realize he knew her name without her introducing herself—just sighed. You just used it, she explained, as though he was taking up the very last of her patience. Now. Food, or am I going to have to bite you?

“Yeah yeah yeah. Food.” He eyed her for another beat. “Do you want me to carry you?” He’d seen other weyrlings do that in the past.

No. I’m perfectly capable of walking.

“Alright. Well. This way.” He gestured toward the exit and then started moving toward it, glancing repeatedly at the tiny Red as she followed him, content as you please. Her eyes had settled back into an easy blue now that they were actually in motion. Rinokan—R’kan—just hoped the Weyrlingmasters already had meat ready. He could only imagine how annoyed she’d be if that wasn’t the case.
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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #18 on: September 06, 2018, 03:21:55 PM »
As Hisketh made her Impression, a few of the other Reds seemed to take real notice of the Candidates for the first time. They were both from the original grouping of four that had hatched, pausing in chasing one another to study the figures steadily flooding onto the Sands. It was harder to ignore so many people now, and some of their initial burst of energy had been burned away in their cavorting. And with their mother now spread thinner over trying to keep an eye on so many of them at once, they took the opportunity to zero in on the Candidates more seriously.

Race you to yours!

What?! Get your own!

They had particular targets in mind, but one of them was a bit clumsier than the other, trying to cut a hard turn to avoid other Candidates stepping out onto the Sands, and slammed right into Oskendar’s legs. Flailing some as they rolled to regain, the Red was heedless as they left some cuts on him with their claws and wingtips. You’re in the way, they told him absently—loudly—but without any malice. Their attention was elsewhere.

The tumble had put them behind their sibling, though, and they finished trotting over to them just a few moments later. I can’t believe you won… they grumbled.

Their sibling just chirped brightly and added, We can race to the food too if you want.

Spoiler for OOC:
Egg 2 – Red 003 to NPC
Egg 3 - Red 001
Egg 9 - Red 007
Egg 19 - Red 006
Egg 21 - Red 008
Egg 26 – Hisketh to R'kan
Egg 27 Red 004 to NPC
Egg 28 - Red 005

Reds 003 and 004 are now open for apping! :happy:

Next admin post will go up in a little over 12 hours, so you’re getting some extra time to post. :3
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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #19 on: September 06, 2018, 07:06:53 PM »
Four Reds barking to the crowd was barely manageable at best. Their voices weren’t unwelcome, but Savi could have done without. They were still behaving themselves but her lips pursed just enough to show her worry, her dissatisfaction. The lines deepened when another four hatched.

Eight Reds, just like Kalestath’s last clutch. Something could be said about consistency, but Saviavi wasn’t the person to say it. The additional dragonets had her forehead creasing, her eyes squinting, and her fighting the urge to cover her ears even though she knew it would do little to stifle the Reds. They were loud. She didn’t remember it being quite so bad before, perhaps their physical containment let their other abilities run rampant.

The tense atmosphere stretched and then seemed to snap as the newborns became a little more savage in their play. A few looked toward the candidates and some of those began to move toward them with quick, decisive steps. Saviavi sucked in a breath but did not move. Three Impressed almost immediately after with only minor damage done in their wake. The noise in her head lessened, almost back to bearable.

This was going… quite well. She didn’t want to be optimistic, but she’d already made it further this hatching than Kalestath’s last and that had to mean something, right? Maybe, had she actually been conscious and present this last go-around, she would’ve still harbored some fear in her heart. As it was, each second that ticked away and no complete disaster happened, she was forgetting some of that caution.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #20 on: September 06, 2018, 08:37:55 PM »
Ysveta smiled back at Saviavi, a lighter, airier smile than the strong one she perceived from Saviavi. Evidently she was another braving the sands after their last encounter with Kalestath's reds. They were actually quite... cute this time. The four that had already hatched before the candidates arrived seemed to be playing. Ysveta, who had always been a little more... uptight than everyone else (not because she truly wanted to be, but because for a large majority of her life she wasn't really sure she was allowed to be anything but uptight) was in awe at the ease in which the reds took to happiness. Straight out of the egg and into playing. It was certainly not a mindset she understood, but not one that she looked down on either.

It seemed that their tactics were working a little better this time. It was either that or some other force was acting upon the reds. Nevertheless, their voices were loud in her mind. It only intensified more when four more eggs hatched, spilling it's red occupants to the ground. Well, at least that was definitely a trend now. Reds were always first.

As she watched, three made their way to their bondeds, with one only giving Oskendar a little scratch for getting in it's way... Or at least for standing in the way of the path it apparently wanted to take. But he looked fine, and so Ysveta turned away from him quickly. Wanting to keep her attention on the reds, and whether or not one of them were going to be picking her.

Even if the voices in her mind right now were loud and grating, surely there might be one in that bunch that was just being... overshadowed by the rest. Maybe it was just trying to find her still.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #21 on: September 06, 2018, 08:48:55 PM »
Oskendar was trying to stand still, to give the red a target with which to avoid. He wanted to avoid getting caught in that dance that sometimes happened when you rounded a corner, bumped into someone, and both stepped in the same direction to get around each other... then you both stepped the other way. Until finally one of you had to stand still while the other walked around. After the last hatching, Osken wasn't so sure that anyone other than his dragon would appreciate dancing with him.

As it was, the other candidates around him didn't seem to have the same mindset. Instead forcing to hatchling to move out of their way, and at great force too. It seemed the dragonet hadn't quite gotten the hang of tempering it's speed yet.

The tumble sent them both to the ground, and subconsciously, Oskendar went to reach to help the dragonet off him. But he felt no change to the screaming in his head. The voice that spoke to him was only loud, not "right". So instead, he stilled, allowing the red to scratch it's way down and off his legs, wincing only slightly.

When the red seemed to be done with him, it's whole attention now focused on sibling and bonded, Oskendar stood. Leaning down in an attempt to brush the sand sticking to his wounds off of him. If his bonded was in this hatching, he didn't want it to be deterred by him looking like he'd come off worse in a fight.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #22 on: September 07, 2018, 12:32:20 AM »
Had they been a little less... loud Oarlen may have needed to stifle a chuckle or two as the four darted with eachother, not quite aware enough that it was Kalestath and Kalestath alone that had kept them from charging towards the candidates as they entered the sands. As it was, he was concentrating on trying not to let the words overwhelm him, his head feeling... full with the individual voices shouting at him, at everyone, to come and join them in their frolicking.

If it hadn't meant sparking the wrath of their mother, and perhaps of a day when they were actually bonded, Oarlen wouldn't have minded obeying. Without the surprise that came with them jumping at him willy nilly, he could easily imagine enjoying a romp with them - in much the way he did with Ellsk earlier. When four more hatched his head felt like it was about to burst with the cacophony of noise they emitted, little care in the world for who heard them and just as... active in his head as they were amongst eachother.

He almost stepped backward when Kalestath moved, worried for a moment if he'd done something to draw her attention before realising she was simple adjusting her position. Her attention, so far as he could tell, was for the reds who were... well... was expanding the right word for it?

Oh but how he wished he could block his ears as two went from tumbling to mock fighting, one earning themselves a minor injury while the other stood rather proud in their victory. As before, the temptation to shift away was squashed before he could act on it, Kalestath's inaction to stop the red from moving closer worrying until he realised that it wasn't actually going anywhere near him... this time. The relief of not having to decide how to avoid the tiny claws was calming, and he found he didn't mind not being paid any mind at all. If it was meant to be his, he was sure he'd have known before now, and as he watched it walk away, he couldn't not notice the person it was impressing to.

Still aware of O'sir's repeated warnings regarding the sands while reds were present, Oarlen didn't do anything to draw much attention to himself, though he wished he was able to join in with the polite applause that followed Rinokan's impression instead of fighting to make eye contact so he could congratulate him. Not that the ex candidate paid him much mind... He had a dragon to occupy himself with now!

Two more seemed to follow quickly after Rinokan (He'd need to find out if he was still Rinokan afterwards) and this time Oarlen didn't hesitate to stay where he was, the direction taking them into the group of candidates, for sure, but not nearly close enough for him to be concerned. Whatever Kalestath was doing seemed to be working well for everyone, and though he noticed someone tumble beneath the body of one of the reds that had reached them, there was not the same... Urgent flurry of activity that had followed the chaos of the previous turn... which suggested the candidate was as unharmed as could be expected.

The noise seemed to lesson with the three impressions, but Oarlen found his head still throbbing, to the point he tried to set up a wall between what he was hearing and the firelizards back at his room. He trusted their ability to stay behind... But if they couldn't hear him over the noise of the reds, then who was to say they wouldn't try and investigate the reason why.

... He didn't want to deal with the consequences of that occurrence.

But it made his head hurt more to try and keep the reds voices from flooding his link to his firelizards, and he hoped the rest would find their bonded quickly now that they'd been out of the egg for a little while. The sooner they were out of his head, the easier he could focus his attention on everything else that was happening. He hadn't even managed to see who'd been the second and third impressees.

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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #23 on: September 07, 2018, 11:50:02 AM »
As the other three of the original four Reds quickly found their intended riders, the last dramatically flopped down in the Sands between the eggs and the Candidates. They were out of the way of their siblings, more or less, having crossed that invisible line past which Kalestath was working not to let them go until they needed to. Nevertheless, whoever claimed them would still have to step forward towards them.

The Red dragonet didn’t seem interested in going any further by themselves, though. I’m tired now, they announced, still on a wide band to whoever was nearby. Will you feed me? After a moment of receiving no response, some of the Candidates glancing uncertainly at one another, they huffed and narrowed their focus. You. I’m talking to you.

Without ceremony, another Impression was made and their future rider stepped forward to scoop them up.

That movement drew the attention of some of the other Reds, though. A pair of them that had been playfighting drifted closer, curious as to what their sibling was doing—even sniffing at the already-spoken-for Candidate as they tried to extricate themselves from the jumping bodies and exit to the Feeding Pavilion, earning some scratches for their troubles.

What are you doing? Can we go with you? We’re hungry too.

The one in the now-Weyrling’s arms flared their wings, as though to look bigger than they really were. You have to find yours, they grumbled aloud, once again to all that would hear. Get away. We’re busy.

That admonishment didn’t discourage them in the slightest, though. They sprang toward the Candidates instead, evidently making a game of it as they bluntly forced themselves into the minds of those they crossed paths with. Even calling out to them as they did, testing the match and apparently finding it wanting. A fair few times they jumped around the Candidates’ feet like excited puppies, and one of them knocked a girl down—Karou. Flipping over, they were heedless of the deep cuts inflicted by their claws and wings, fully expecting her to get up as soon as they were off of her. You? No, you’re not quite right…

They didn’t seem to notice the trail of red left behind them in the sand, nor the way the girl wasn’t moving, but others would. Her blood was as bright against the Sands as the hides of the Reds, and her body was as still as they were not.

It was only a few more moments before the two bouncing dragonets did find their riders, one even chewing on the ex-Candidate’s robes in their excitement and desire for food. But as the others realized what fate had befallen Karou, blood still pumping rapidly out onto the ground, the ensuing chaos was enough to distract from the hatching of a ninth Red as their still-energetic siblings crashed into their pale blue egg and cracked it open.

Spoiler for OOC:
Egg 22 – Red 009

Red 001 to NPC
Red 005 to NPC
Red 006 to NPC

Have some more adoptable Red slots. :happy: The next admin post will be going up in another 12 hours. For real this time.

Candidates, attendees, and Healers are welcome to assist Karou ICly as you see fit, but she is marked for death – from some unfortunate slashes across her throat when the dragonet was climbing off her. It won’t take long for her to bleed out.
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Re: The New Normal [ 24.6.2591; 2 PM ] || Hatching
« Reply #24 on: September 07, 2018, 12:35:29 PM »
Daravia backed up several steps as two of the reds barrelled straight at her and her brother. She didn't go as far as to use him as a shield, but it was a close run thing. She still had memories of their claws from last year. No matter that she'd gotten away without a stay in the healers domain, it had still hurt.

She almost giggled at the very clear disgruntlement in the voice of the one that had collided and lost what seemed to be a race. The other had a touch of smugness in her as she brightly added: We can race to the food too if you want. That was just adorably cute. If they were going to food at least they'd found their bondmates and might just be a little quieter. Not that she minded them, sort of, they were just so very loud all at once.

I can be quieter but if you just keep standing there we won't get to the food first. Daravia stared down at the smug little red that had plopped down in front of her. The pose was very clearly disgruntled at the lack of movement from her and just as obvious that she expected better. Daravia was suddenly aware of the almost musical like quality that had been in that voice, like it was suddenly more there than the other voices echoing in her mind.

“Right. Food.” She turned round in a daze, Anedaith bouncing around her feet as Daravia marvelled at the fact she just knew her name without even having to ask.

Of course you know my name. Why wouldn't you? I chose you. She just sounded so sure of herself despite only just having hatched that Daravia smiled happily as they ducked into the feeding pavilion.

Spoiler for ooc:
She's so cute and I love her and you are awesome! @SirAlahn @SanctifiedSavage

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