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Post by jester on Nov 28, 2009 22:10:53 GMT -6
Arel had walked Kendrith into the new room where they could get the hatchling some food. Kendrith had yet to take her head away from Arel's chest. You need to come out now. Kendrith pushed her head more against Arel. I will not. There are to many loud noises! Arel sighed once more. Well I guess you can stay there and let the others eat all the food. At that Kendrith pulled her head away from Arel. They will not! Arel turned and took the bowl of meat from the bronzerider. "I'm Arel and this is Kendrith." Kendrith gladly dug into the bowl of meat making sure none fell out. Careful, don't choke. Kendrith swallowed a mouthful of meat and licked her jaws before digging back into the bowl. I wont, but I will soon need another bowl.
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Kelra watched as another person impressed. This time it was a light green that had impress to a boy in the sands. She turned her eyes to the last egg. She wondered who it would go to. She hoped this one would not die like the one before. Seri curled his tail around her neck as he watched and wondered as well.
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Post by Shiftergirl on Dec 1, 2009 7:46:54 GMT -6
N'lon watched the too and all but panic over the fact that the dragonet was eating out of the bowl. It was a dangerouse thing, a dragon could choke even without realizing it so remembering her name he placed his hand on her should. "I know you may be sure of this, but please feed her from your hand and cut the meat." he held out a Knife. " Even the most well indulged dragonet could choke." He didn't want to sound to mean and to inforce this he looked to Iskrath for help.
Yes, Kendrith would you please. You are too preshouse for the weyr to lose you. Even after i was sure i wouldn't choke i still ate small pieces.[/i] He said remembering when it was unnerving to listen to them all and still have to deal with not getting his food. N'lon had taken great care to feed him small pieces.
Bud settled to be a peast as he winged to Adels shoulder. He'd never seen a female brown before and was interested. Chirping, he jumped to the young dragons back and settled for walking on her as he chatted about in wonder.
~~~~ E'ken was still getting used to the fact that he was no longer Ersken. How was it possible, he'd never touched one egg on those sands and was sure he'd only seen them a few times. Looking at his dragon, his face softened and the questions ran from him. Dragons knew best they always say and he knew best as to not question. "Smaller" He heard the older rider say. So small pieces or they would choke. "Right"
quickly, he cut more of the meat up so they were smaller and started to hand them to Olevarth so he wouldn't choke. He was swallowing them rather quickly, but E'ken made sure they were gone before giving him a new one.
You feed me too slow. I would never choke![/i] He insisted. "I know, but we must be sure." Fine, but be quicker, this belly of mine is still unhappy.[/i]
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Post by jester on Dec 1, 2009 15:17:21 GMT -6
Kendrith gave a snort. I would never choke. Despite what she said Kendrith stopped eating, waiting for Arel to cut the meat. Arel took the knife from N'lon. "Thanks." Arel then began cutting the meat into smaller pieces and handing them to Kendrith to eat. Luck for Kendrith Arel was good with knives and cut them quickly. Kendrith greedily swallowed the pieces of meat but stopped when she felt something walking on her back. Arel! There is something on me! Arel let out a laugh as she watched the blue flitt walk on Kendrith. Don't worry Kendrith, It's just a flitt. Kendrith craned her neck around to try to see the thing on her back. What's a flitt? Arel let out another laugh as Kendrith stared at the blue flitt. It's like a little mini dragon though they aren't as smart as a dragon like you. Kendrith snorted once more as she turned back to the meat Arel was cutting up for her. Of course they aren't as smart. Something so small could never be smarter than me.
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Post by Shiftergirl on Dec 3, 2009 17:05:27 GMT -6
Iskrath looked a the young little brown, or topaz as he found out. He was quite interested on how this was possible himself, seeing as the only way this could happen was that the strange colored Opel would have to have come from another, and who that was, was the question that struck him the most. He'd seen strange things in his life, but never a female brown.
For a second, Iskrath turned his head to find the little blue flitt that had been his friend for a while now and was surprised not to see him in his usual spot on his back. Looking back when the word 'flitt' came up, he turned to see N'lon chuckling at Blud, who was walking on the young dragons back. Blud my young friend, what are you doing? He purred and couldn't help but feel releved that the younger dragon didn't eat him out of spit, his dam knew he had tried himself.
N'lon watched Blud for a moment before shaking his head. Yes he found it amusing to watch his little friend seen so interested in so many things, but then, Blud didn't alway look for fun, something N'lon swore it was becase he was trying to bug him. "Alright Blud, time to get off." Chirping and flapping his wings, Blud took one more look at the brown and winged past Arel and landed on N'lons shoulder wrapping his tail around N'lons neck. "Sorry if that was a bit of a annoying experiance, but he like to see things for himself." He glanced/glared at Blud before turing back to them and then the Emerald dragonet.
~~~~~ Olevarth looked at the Topez with interest himself. He'd been watching them both sense he came in and was sure he should impress them with a little flirting himself. Though his belly still rumbled for food, his was taking to long to cut up the peaces, so he waited and flirted. you are looking lovely Kendrith, and of course a thing like that is not smarther then you, why you gleem with wisdom. He purred.
"Stop that!" E'ken shot at Olevarth. He'd thought for a while that Arel was cute, but he didn't want anything to happen. He was sure Arel like the And'r guy, he was pretty sure of that. He turned red as he felt himself bluch, he also though And'r was cute too. He'd been unable to see And'r for a while, but then, And'r was the only guy that had become a friend to him other then Arel.
Why mine. She is a beautiful Topaz, and i believe we should indulge and flatter her. He wasn't surprised his was a little cuped up. After all, he found that the more he was in touch with his, the more he saw that he prefered both sex and liked that about him, that way it wouldn't hurt him if he took a female he liked for a flight. Resting on his haunches he seemed to curl his tail about himself and bring his head up almost like a statue.
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Post by dragoncharm on Dec 5, 2009 23:04:00 GMT -6
Almost over. Four had been hatched, though one had not survived to tell the tale...one more egg. All eyes turned to it expectantly, though with the heavy rain visibility was poor. Emberyth had uncurled though, and the medium-sized egg stood out on the dark sands despite the rain. People stayed where they were, oblivious for the most part to the rain, watching. Waiting. A few moments went by without anything happening, and murmuring broke out in the minimal crowd. It was still. Why was it still? Hadn't they seen it moving earlier? Hadthey? Surely...
Nobody seemed to remember if that egg had been moving. With all the confusion - rain messing with visibility - nobody could see clearly..."It will hatch, won't it? It's not..." "Do we even want it to hatch? Who says we want these crazy creatures?" "Yes, but after that teal...surely it deserves better, the mother deserves better-?"
Emberyth's faceted eyes spun faster as she stared at her unhatched child, willing it, begging it, to move. Why was it still? Why? It had to move, it had to hatch! It was her baby, her darling, it had to hatch! Why wasn't it moving? She'd already lost dear Wenreth, her wonderful, remarkable Opal son...she couldn't lose this one too...not even know what color it was...it wasn't going to die...wasn't already dead...It couldn't be; it wouldn't be. She leaned down to nudge it frantically, but there was no response. She nudged again, harder, and the egg fell over into the sand. There was a dull thunk from inside.
The sound of something solid falling. Something small in a space too big for it. Something that had never even grown large enough to fill its egg.
Something dead. Something that had never really lived.
No...my child... Emberyth grieved, a whisper that nevertheless rang in the minds of everyone there. My child... "It can't. It can't!"Azelle's face was tear-streaked already from the death of Wenreth, though the rain masked it completely, and her protest was a ragged whisper. Two deaths. Only three of Emberyth's five eggs remained alive and well. They had been warned this might happen; they'd been told there was the possibility of stillborns, but neither of them had really expected it somehow...never imagined it. Little more than half of the clutch - small size to begin with abandoned in her thoughts - survived.
Emberyth slowly curled up around the egg, protecting it, embracing it. Her head rested right beside it, and she crooned wordlessly to it, mourning the death of the dragon that had never even gotten a glimpse of the world. Azelle just stood there, shocked, unsure what to do. She couldn't think clearly: Her mind was blank. For several long moments it was like this, and the crowd shifted in their seats, uncertain of what to do. Then the Ashrider felt a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Azelle, I truly am."
The words were quiet, meant just for the Ashrider, and as carefully composed as Akri's voice always was, Azelle heard the catch in the Weyrwoman's voice. The grief. She glanced back in time to see the Violetrider close her eyes for the briefest moment ,gathering herself. Then Akri raised her voice, calling to the ground, cutting through the storm in between thunderclaps. "It is done! The hatching is over."
Stillborn Color unknown. Name unknown. No rider. Akri nodded in answer to Kytes' question, eyes not straying from the hatching. "Of course, Kytes, take as much time as you need." She didn't expect anyone to travel through this, not even a rider - it was too dangerous for a dragon to be flying in this weather, even for the time it took to take flight in preparation of going between. "Nobody can guess the future," she mused, speaking, like Kytes, half to him and half to herself, That was certainly the truth .Nobody could have predicted that Emberyth and Azelle would come here, nor that Astrafith and Ciri would happen to be close the night of the Rise. Nobody could have known the clutch would be wholly Wrathcursed before it happened, just as there was no way to have known it would be raining like this the day of the hatching, the result of which turned out to be the death of a dragonet. Some people would insist it's a bad omen, and by the next day there would be rumors all over the Weyr about the death of the Opal, insisting that Faranth herself was displeased with the hatching and other such nonsense. All blasphemy, in Akri's opinion. There were some stillborns in most clutch, and deaths happened, most unfortunately, all the time. Some dragonets mauled each other to death, some were born ill or malformed, and some were killed by nature. That's just the way it went. Not that it made the death of the dragonet any less tragic. Nobody deserved to die in such a way, and no partner deserved to be deprived of their Lifemate before they even knew them. But nobody's life was perfect, and everybody had to make sacrifices. That Akri knew well. She glanced over at Kytes' observation, nodding tersely, though still blinking the afterimage of the slice of lightning out of her eyes. "Everyone will be leaving as soon as the last two eggs hatch," she agreed. "It's probably a good thing so few people came to watch. The timing is...unfortunate." The Emerald hatched without a hitch, and bonded to one of the spectators, a young boy by the name of Ersken. And then...it wouln't hatch. Several moments went by, still, and even the rain seemed to fade into the background as everyone waited, but Akri knew, with a sinking feeling, that it wouldn't hatch. A stillborn and a death in one hatching, one small hatching, was hard, but it happened. "Excuse me," she said quietly to Kytes, and strode across the sands to Azelle's side. The girl seemed in shock, and Emberyth wasn't any better, curled around the still egg as she was. After announcing the end of the hatching to the crowd, she took Azelle's arm gently, swinging the girl around to face her. "Azelle, we need to leave now; the storm is dangerous. You need to get Emberyth away from that egg so that it can be taken away." "O-okay," the Ashrider stammered, nodding. She took on the slightly vacant expression of one communicating with their dragon for several long moment - she was probably arguing with Emberyth - before the black dragoness finally uncurled from her spot, and stood up. The two left, headed for the safety of their weyr, and Akri too turned to go. She had a bit of explaining to do to Black Obsidian Weyr's newest weyrlings. ((that's right, the hatchings over, but you can still psot if you'd like to prolong the angst ^_^ congrats to those who Impressed!))
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Post by amielle on Dec 6, 2009 16:01:04 GMT -6
Astra, ready up, we're going flying, Ciri announced to her dragon, a strange lack of emotion on her face. She seemed a little relieved, now that the hatching was over. Despite the crashing thunder outside, she met Astrafith outside their Weyr, throwing his riding straps on quickly and jumping up onto his back. They took to the skies, dodging lightning and disregarding the danger.
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Post by Shiftergirl on Dec 7, 2009 7:35:28 GMT -6
Iskrath lifted his head and moaned. Another was lost and he was shocked, only three were before him. A sign that they needed more dragons after all. He looked at his and found that it would be better the new riders didn't know about the stillborn egg. Soon enough they would hear rumors from the other riders and weyrdweller that would wind up getting upset every time they walked by. N'lon.... I know, we will keep this quite until our dear ashrider tells them, or until Akri tells them.
Blud chirped his approval and curled his tail around N'lon throat even more. He didnt like the fact that he had to sit and watch as three strange creature got all the attention, but then, it made him unpset more that a dragon would die. He didn't even want to loose Iskrath. N'lon was patting him and scratching his chin, purring, he fell asleep on his's shoulder.
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Post by vine409 on Dec 13, 2009 23:06:46 GMT -6
"of course she would pick now to leave...." And'r grumbled to himself as he watched Ciri saddle up Astrafith. He wanted to know what she was up to, he still had a bad feeling about her, but should he risk following her in this storm.... he had to decide and fast.
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