Baked to Perfection (Hatching!)

[ChaosTheories]

Candidate Zirza

Zirza watched Sticky Toffee Pudding groom herself with curiousity. She'd never seen such a little dragon so up close before, and it was pretty fascinating. The babies had baby proportions, but they were definitely dragons. Claws, wings, tails, teeth... everything they would need to fight Thread when it came back.

But still, a baby. She found herself taking a protective stance, her feet slightly spread apart and her hands on her hips. Her expression became a hard line, daring anyone to mess with this little green! Logically she knew the green's rider and her mother wouldn't let anything happen to her, but she was prepared to stand up for her anyway.

Zirza watched with a distant interest as more hatchlings hatched and Impressions were made. She felt happy for the pairs, but jealous too. Oh, would one of them choose her?

A commotion drew her attention. Apparently, a pair of brothers had offended the dark Devil's Food green to the point of attacking. She watched in horror as she attacked one, red blood contrasting green skin, and then one kicked sand at her. Shards, he was asking for more trouble, wasn't he?

Sticky Toffee Pudding was upset by the whole thing. She made herself into a little ball and Zirza immediately felt bad for her. It's okay, she thought to the green, your brother came to the rescue, I think? She referred to Lemon Drizzle, hoping he wouldn't attack them too. Whatever those boys did to your sister... they probably deserved it.

--magnadearel

Mention

--Thaliawen

Mention

 

[TawnyAngel]

As Tordare kicked sand at her Devil's Food Cake snarled around her mouthful of arm, her eyes flashing and whirling through different shades of orange like an inferno but neither that nor Turanves' shaking deterred her. Moments later, when Lemon Drizzle arrived and interposed himself between her and Tordare she did unclench her jaws but only to yowl Turanves and make another grab for him, this time aiming at his calf.

Carrot Cake had been having quite a lovely time listening to Shahaeran tell him about the flute, and he might have tried to blow at it if not for the sudden chaos across the sands. Eyes whirling yellow in alarm he spun around and gave a bugle of alarm as the scene unfolded, oh this was very very bad indeed! With an apologetic glance to Shahaeran - later perhaps? - he bounded towards the two brothers and his two siblings, surely there was something he could do to make this stop?  

[Thaliawen]

No one was helping. There was the dimglowed dragon here and that awful green hurting his brother. Tordare looked around, hoping for aid. Surely someone, the dragons’ mother, the Weyrleader, the weyrlingmaster—anyone—would help? He didn’t want to hear his brother in pain.

Another dragon came near. Would this one attack? It didn’t have red eyes like the others. “Can you make them stop?” He asked Carrot Cake.  

[TawnyAngel]

S'var 12

"Oh shards!" S'var grimaced as one of the greens suddenly lunged at a candidate, just when everything had looked so- And another candidate kicked sand at the green, which caused one of the blues to charge at him but thank Faranth he didn't actually attack. "Did anyone see what set her off?" he asked his companions, had he been in her way? Sometimes there was just no discernible reason why a hatchling decided to attack however, the boy might just have been unlucky.  

[ChaosTheories]

Candidate Zirza

Oh shards, now there was the bronze running across the sands to get involved in the scuffle too. She couldn't help but grimace, wondering what was going on. Was he running to the aid of his siblings and about to shred into the two boys, too? Or was there going to be a fight between the hatchlings, next? She heard that Hatchings could be violent, but she wasn't excited to see blood and ichor on the sands.

At least all this activity was distracting her from how sharding hot it was.  

[Melomar]

Candidate Joisann

The_Muffin_Puppy

Strawberry Tart was such a sweet dragon, inviting the hug Joisann had requested. It was delightful, and if anyone could say their highlight of this hatching, it was this hug. "Thank you very much, sir. You have given me the sweetest memory for Turns to come."

Unfortunately the moment had to end and Strawberry Tart's attention was stolen from her. "Please don't go," Joisann pleaded. "I know you are worried about your siblings; I am worried for you." Joi was watching the boy getting mauled and the growing crowd of hatchlings. It was horrible. Strawberry Tart was unlikely to be harmed at this point but she could not be sure. "But I understand if you must go. I won't force you to stay."  

[Melomar]

Candidate Rothgar
(not Impressing)

TawnyAngel

The_Muffin_Puppy

Thaliawen

magnadearel

Most of the hatching Rothgar watched the progression of eggs; cracking, morphing, breaking, and the hatchlings in their antics. It had been such a great source of entertainment. Until now. Two brothers seemed to be attracting hatchlings left and right, but they weren't treating the situation very well, at least in the perspective of one laid back Rothgar. Like others, he wondered what was said or projected to make that green so angry! But that did not matter right now. What mattered was that she was biting one brother in the arm, then in the calf. Nasty scars that could make. He knew all too well how claws could scar the body.

Tracing the scar on his face with his thumb, Rothgar hopped lightly across the scorching sands to Turanves and Tordare. By now there were other hatchlings milling about aggressively, all told: Devil's Food Cake, Lemon Drizzle, Carrot Cake. Swallowing his fear, he put his arms up in what he hoped was a gesture of friendship. "Hey guys, can't we try to get along? I know some things happened to make each other upset, but remember we are all trying to Impress today. Let's do that instead, okay?"  

[magnadearel]

Candidate Turanves

If he hadn't been in so much pain, his jaw would have dropped to see his brother kicking sand at the green attached on his arm. Instead his jaw was clenched tightly and he let out a long hiss through his teeth. He glanced toward his brother as a blue ran up and hissed. Was his brother about to be attacked too? The blue only appeared to be putting himself between Tordare and the green.

The pressure on his arm eased, and he let out a long breath. It throbbed painfully with each beat of his heart and he could see his blood dripping onto the sand and coloring the green's mouth. While she might have released his arm, she wasn't done with him yet. Lights flashed in his eyes as pain raced up his leg and he let out another yell. Turan staggered slightly, trying not to fall onto the sands as the green's grip dragged him off balance.

He narrowed his eyes as he glared down the green. "Let go of me. I'm not your rider!" Turan grunted as another man came over to speak up. "Tell that to her!"

Thaliawen

Tordare

TawnyAngel

Melomar

V'ine and Green Ohuth 12

She winced slightly in sympathy for the boy. Hopefully the green wouldn't mangle him too badly. Then things got more lively. That boy shouldn't kick sand, Ohuth commented as another dragonet, a blue this time, came over to put himself between them. V'ine shook her head as the green grabbed another limb, and get a third dragonet got involved. Hopefully the bronze could sort this out.

Weyrship Entourage

 

[Thaliawen]

There was a boy who came over—Tordare recognized him. He was a friendly, older candidate. While they hadn’t spent much time together apart from lessons and the once in a while shared chore, Tordare had found he liked him.

But his words weren’t making sense. Get along? These dragons were going to kill his brother! “They started it,” he protested.  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

He started this! Lemon Drizzle shot back at the candidate with a disgusted snarl. His sister was not unprovoked in her anger. Lemon Drizzle had been here since the beginning, he had heard it all. This one had been stood here the whole time, broadcasting about how none of them were good enough. How they were all inferior because they didn't have the shiny hide he so desperately craved. Why shouldn't Devil's Food be angry? Why shouldn't they all be angry? If only a bronze was good enough for him then maybe he shouldn't be here at all! Lemon Drizzle stood firmly between Tordare as the angry green. He wasn't one to strike first, but there was no way this candidate was getting near his sister without first going through him.

The blue was unphased by the things Tordare thought about him. He could call him a dimglow if he wanted. If that was the price to defend his sibling then it was a small one indeed. Another candidate approached and Lemon Drizzle turned his gaze towards him. The blue remained planted between his sister and the others, but there was no aggression in his stance towards Rothgar. Why should this one impress? With everything he had been thinking at Lemon Drizzle's siblings? If it was a question of deserving, then he certainly didn't. Such things could send a new hatched dragon between! But all this one cared about was that they apparently didn't start it. Never mind if one of his siblings died! What did that matter so long as Turanves got to think whatever he liked?

Thaliawen

Melomar

magnadearel

Sticky Toffee Pudding looked up at Zirza and peeped softly. Did she really think so? It wasn't like her siblings to lash out without reason. ...Well, not like that sibling at least. Maybe the candidate had done something. He had been thinking some rather unkind things so far, maybe that was why Devil's Food was so angry. The green peered at the group, her gaze shifting to Lemon Drizzle. Brother was good like that. He looked after them. Made sure they were all safe. For as long as Sticky Toffee Pudding could remember he had been there. Soothing the upset eggs and stopping fights between their siblings. Hopefully he would be able to fix this fight too.

Slowly whirling eyes settled onto Carrot Cake as he approached. The green started to uncurl slightly. Yes, it looked like it was all being handled. Carrot Cake was good too. Her brothers had this under control. Things would be okay now.

ChaosTheories

Truth be told Strawberry Tart was torn. He wanted to help his siblings, but he had a job to do here. The dragon looked between the commotion and then back at the candidate. He didn't know what to do. At Joisann's expression of worry he looked back at her in surprise. Oh, his siblings wouldn't hurt him. None of those siblings anyway. Joisann didn't have to worry about that. Strawberry Tart trusted all the dragons in the little commotion.

... Huh, he did trust them. Which meant he needed to trust them to sort this out without his intervention. Yes! That was it! He would maintain things here and with the other candidates, while they dealt with that problem. Thank you, Joisann, for helping him come to that conclusion. Strawberry Tart wouldn't get involved unless his siblings called for him, how was that? Now, setting that unpleasantness aside, was there anything else Strawberry Tart could do for you?

Melomar

 

[Melomar]

Candidate Joisann

The_Muffin_Puppy

Strawberry Tart

Joisann watched the play of emotion over the hatchling's face, eyes in particular. He was quite concerned with the situation as they all were. But she thought he had made the right decision to stay with the Candidates. She shook her head when he asked if she needed anything else. "No. You have made this hatching my best ever. I hope that we can meet again."

((she really wants to keep him))  

[Melomar]

Candidate Rothgar

TawnyAngel

The_Muffin_Puppy

Thaliawen

magnadearel

Well it had been worth a shot, but the general consensus was that everyone else had started it."Yes, I know. He should not have thought what he did. And she should not have bit him. And he should not have kicked sand. Those things, I know, are hard to let go. Things are said and done that can't be taken back. But someday we will all be a team. We have to trust that each other can make the right decisions. But when we make the wrong ones, we have to forgive them so they won't do it again." He hoped very much that talking would help. If no one wanted to listen, then there wasn't much else he could do.  

[Ruhane Chiisai]

Weyrling Tollar

Melomar

Weyrlingmaster R'ulfr

TawnyAngel

Lorux/Cochith

Tollar didn't need to be told twice. He'd have eaten some of the raw meat himself, almost, without the instruction, so it was a good one to have. Pauth bounded over to her sibling excitedly and churred right back. ~Is it really? OOH! Tollarmine, can I have some? Canni canni canni?~ Tollar smiled and quietly tilted his head. "Well, the whole bucket's yours, so... yes?" He lifted out a piece and held it out for the exuberant green, who flapped her wings before she plucked it from his palm. She turned to Cochith and mewed her agreement as she savored the piece, drawing an actual snicker from her brand newst, bestest rider. His mind wandered as he retrieved another piece. His name didn't feel natural when the dragon said it.... Maybe he needed a true dragonrider's name? They usually cut out a couple letters or syllables, right? "Pauth, you can call me T'ar, if you want. It'll be easier." He'd never considered a nickname before, but somehow it felt the most natural thing in this instance.


Holdbrat Cartoun

Magnadearel

Turanves

So many dragons! Cartoun couldn't track the movements of all of them even though he wanted to. He hadn't seen a hatching so lively yet, and he was excited, bouncing in place as he quietly glanced over the health of each of the ones he was able to track. He put out of his mind the ones that had impressed already, missed a few cracking shells, but not the blotches of color that were left in their place. There was so much of that here!

It wasn't long before his eyes were drawn to the wanderings of the Chocolate Chip Green and her increasing frustration. His young brows knitted in concern for her as she seemed to be looking for, but not finding, that one special something dragons hunted for. Not just that, though... Something... Something was off with that one. She seemed awfully concerned about the sunlight, and very squinty! As he wondered if she was okay, his eye was drawn to another hatching ball of colour, just long enough to lose track of the chocolate chip cookie. He scanned the sands; she wasn't by the candidates anymore. Had she betweened and he missed it? ... Would it be so bad a thing to miss a betweening?

No, it would be just as sad as a funeral. Not something to be missed, and certainly not something to be enjoyed. The sounds of scrabbling claws caught his ear as he glanced over to see the green's figure climbing the gate that separated the viewers from the spectacle below. He blinked at her, dumbstruck for the moment it took her to get into the stands and send the crowds screaming to the sidelines of the sidelines. Finally, his mind snapped and he set to instructing those around him out of her way, towards the back wall or along the front. If it wasn't for the fact it was a dragon, the boy could hardly imagine so many grown fools being scared of something the size of a large dog.

And then, to their surprise, he froze, the dragonet's bugle ringing in their ears, and his mind. It took a few moments for his brain to process it, and a few moments before S'var's call of contratulations, he let out a joyful, victorious whoop, nearly lost his footing, and then shifted through the people in the hot, hot stands to go and retrieve his wonderful, most wonderful creature. He wrapped the delicate thing in a hug, wishing he could carry her, but quite certain he was a little on the small side for that. But now, she would lead him back down the stairs, allowing him to keep one of his small-by-comparison hands on her neck as a comfort for them both.

He might have been sharing the bread-loaf he'd brought with him, but he'd left that wrapped in his seat when he stood up. Lunch for someone else, even if he did want it... so much... right now! Her goal was the feeding tables, and despite both of them noticing the group, no display of stupidity among the candidates egging on a dragon would distract him from caring for his. His wonderful, beautiful Montezumalth.

... Well, that's what Montezumalth thought, anyways. After hearing Cookie's translation, he cupped his mouth to bark across the sands. "YOU'D BETTER APOLOGIZE-" he glanced at his green for a moment. "-TURNY! SHE'S MAD AT YOU!" He left it at that, moving again for the table. "Turny? Really? That's his name?" ~That is what the smaller one called him.~ "Well, alright, then, I guess." He shrugged and smiled at the candidatemaster as he recieved his instructions, and then a bucket to handfeed his green. Her mouth was only slightly bigger than his hand, as he set to feeding her. With food and love beginning to sate her concerns and her eyes still dancing in vibrant colors, she wasn't ready to greet her siblings here, yet. Soon, perhaps after another couple bites.


Lorekeeper Syneca

'-and the egg that looked like a patch of tree has hatched. The dragonet moved with such grace, it knew exactly what it wanted and where that was, and then it needed almost no guidance from the weyrlingmaster' Her hand was busy as she tracked the hatchlings, glancing up feveredly between notations. Occasional, small sketches were added out to the side when things were chilled for a while and not much seemed to have happened. She made a note when one of the blues basically ripped the covers off his sleepier brother, and would later add in about his path through the candidates, fixing bowed out ankles and slouched shoulders and... well, he didn't even touch that one, but they straightened up, so... a mental nudge? Huh! All of that was noted in along with his subsequent impression to some glass-doe-eyed member of the candidate crowd.

And then, a fight. Wait, what? Syneca stared at the fight. There was-... What!? Why were those fools fighting!? She blinked and took a breath to steady herself. Those on the sands were supposed to have calm minds, think positive thoughts, right! Ah, back to the dragons, then. Her quill went to work at the hatchings and the trackings, the impressions, the apparent conversations? Her little sketches...

Syneca had been in the middle of sketching one of the hatchlings when she felt... Something. Something powerful and jolting, in her mind. She sat upright slowly, dragging her eyes to the frustrated green, quill arm frozen just above the page. It was clear she hadn't expected to feel the touch of another mind, and she reached frantically for how to respond as her jaw fell agape in its socket. Following the mental touch, she felt a gentle sort of dismissal, as though her father had declared the document she'd pulled wasn't quite the right one, and the dragon gave a little nod and left for the stands.

Her mind didn't need to be blanked, the dragon had done that for her, and her quill set to work again, scrawling out the feeling in as much detail as she could recall, and sketching out the green's face when she'd looked up out to the side. She went back to her notes for a moment, then- So much happened! The screaming crowds seemed to quiet briefly; the dragon must have found what she was looking for. A fight started again, and she looked up to see sand being kicked at a dragon latched around a boy's arm as the danger potential of a hatching began to become more clear to the girl. And, of course, the fight was only growing bigger as they continued to pick at one another. A new candidate, two extra dragons... And she could hear the medics beside her readying to deal with the damage... Or the corpse, she feared might be the case. Whooo, boy, what had that dimglow done to upset the dragon?


Candidate Shahaeran

Shah looked up at the commotion, then down at the bronze as he suggested another time. "Oh... Yeah, of course." she murmured, nodding towards the growing mess. "Go ahead." As if the dragon needed permission! she thought to herself, then shook her mind clear again as she watched Bronze Carrot Cake make for the battlefield.  

[Ruhane Chiisai]

(OOC: Sorry for the doublepost)




Weyrship Entourage Whiterider Dimeti, 4

Weyrship Entourage

The_Muffin_Puppy (J'hm)
TawnyAngel (S'var)
Melomar (K'ndayo)
Magnadearel (V'ine)
Thaliawen (Leiya)

Dimeti watched the hatching curiously, listening to his cohorts as things went on and about. Their chatter was almost more prattling than anything else, but there were some interesting tidbits sprinkled among the hatchings. "I doubt the gather will be any bigger than the crowd. It's too hot for a lot of people - it's almost too hot for dragonmen, for shell's sake!" He huffed, using his open vest to fan himself. "I still think a gold would be helpful, though. Somethin' to better keep everyone's hide in check's never a bad thing."

He nodded over at K'ndayo. "Good to hear." He followed V'ine's directing finger and hummed. "Well... The kids aren't supposed to help them, why should they be allowed to help each other? I mean... if he's not ready to wake up and eat something, let the man sleep, right?" Dimeti didn't return a comment about the potential population explosion. Wasn't his business, really. After all, chances were the world wouldn't have long to suffer his good looks, right? Ah well. May as well make the most of things. Now if only C'ran hadn't kicked him out of his seat! Stingy sharding fool!

"Hatchlings always know what they want. They just don't always want it right away." He remembered standing on the hot sands until the very end, when his most lovely Giligelith had FINALLY called for help. He'd been there for an hour after all the other eggs had hatched, and most of the others had given up. He hadn't planned to until her mother did. "Don't we all hope for women, S'var? Men are nice too, though. Don't forget that."

Dimeti wanted to should to the cookie dragon to get out of the stands, but it seemed she had a point to get to. "Well, how about that?" he hummed. Then mentally swept them out of the stands as if they needed the push. They'd already started that way, so it was just a formality. "No, don't think I did." he muttered coolly, looking back to the field. "Why- Oh! First blood on the field. This clutch has been super tame about that."


Weyrship Entourage Greenrider C'ran, 4

Weyrship Entourage

The_Muffin_Puppy (J'hm)
TawnyAngel (S'var)
Melomar (K'ndayo)
Magnadearel (V'ine)
Thaliawen (Leiya)

C'ran nodded with the others, but held his comments to himself. Population issues were a hot possibility in the future if greens were allowed to breed forevermore, but... perhaps there'd be some kind of age curfew where they started flame training to curb that possibility. He shrugged softly. Wonderful as she was, no matter how many times Tefelath rose, nore how beautifully, he would never be able to make that decision. He might mention it at some point, though.

His head did turn when Leiya mentioned wanting to cook with T'ier. "Aww, don't wanna cook with me?" he teased, smiling goodnaturedly. He knew he was just short of useless in the kitchen. His hands belonged in a garden or a field, if they did anything with food besides eat it. This left him distracte when the green came into the stands, though he did see her walking out with a boy, barely more than a whelp, himself. "Young enough to be mouldable. Good sign for the weyrlingmaster." He tilted his brow as he noticed the particular fit of his outfit. "Kid dresses up for things, don't he?"


Bronzerider Careese

Thaliawen

Aurelian mention (Super late, sorry)

"So much to keep track of!" Careese mused, trying anyways. Hatchings left and right, impressions dotted in-between. She cheered with the crowd for each of them and sent her congratulations through her wonder of a bronze in their times. The youth who'd been carried off by that pretty wood patterened green, Aurelian, now belonging to a lovely blue. Another youth she hadn't met before walked away with the Bakewell Brown, and she sent him the same congratulations.

That poor little cookie green seemed to be having a hell of a time, though. First upset enough to dismiss a pair of candidates, now wandering through them all to try and find the one she belonged to... That new green from the blue-spotted egg looked extra shy and tiny. Here's hoping it was healthy!

Aaaand... Someone pissed off a dragon. Great. Shaffing great. She sighed, wishing she could send her big lug of a hug machine in to sort things out, but... had he really drifted off up there? In THIS heat?  

[Melomar]

Weyrlingmaster R'ulfr of Blue Isbranth

Ruhane Chiisai

T'ar of Green Pauth, Cartoun and Montezumalth

magnadearel

Turanves (mention)

Thaliawen

Tordare (mention)

R'ulfr stood next to the feeding tables with the newest Weyrling pairs, listening with one ear and watching with one eye the conversations therein. He nodded when Tollar decided on a new name for himself, "T'ar is a fine name." He approved. He especially approved because T'ar did not need prompting, he just decided to go with it. He jotted the names down as part of a list of new riders.

With the other eye and ear, R'ulfr waited for new pairs to be made so he could escort them safely from the Sands. He did this for every pair, both standing as a rock and beacon for their safety, as Impression can lead to undeniable telltale confusion. He could count on two hands how many had successfully bonded thus far, making it less than half of the clutch.

Like any other rider, he hoped they all found their match, and that they would leave the Sands healthy and unharmed. But the latter was rarely the case, usually someone got hurt before their match could be made. Unfortunately before Impression, the Weyrlingmaster was unable to act. He wanted everyone to be all right, to rush in and help them but he could not. That was part of why R'ulfr had been chosen for this job. He had to follow the rules, written and otherwise, of conduct. He had to leave kids like Turanves and Tordare to the Candidatemasters, or to others above them.

Well, he could make sure his students were all right. They would get every treatment and courtesy no matter how big a dimglow they happened to be.

R'ulfr's long strides carried him to the Stands where a certain Holdbrat had just met his match. He waited until he could catch his eye and waved them down. Of course he watched to be sure they made it down safe. This, he was finding, was one of the highlights of his job. He had a new pair to meet. Cartoun and Montezumalth!