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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 8:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:00 pm
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Faranie and Blue Samedith
Samedith tossed his head as he caught the wave of affection sent his way by Mictecath. Of course His was a wonderful choice, she was His after all. And he would hardly choose someone... unworthy. Or less than perfect, and She was all those things and more. And one day everyone would know what he knew. They were meant for greatness. He sent back a short wave of tender and smug affection.
Faranie set Samedith down in front of the table as she grabbed a knife and some meat, preparing for what was going to be a lot of cutting meat so her precious dear heart would have enough to eat. This was going to be a big part of her life from now on, until he was big enough and strong enough to hunt for himself. But this was an honor and privilege, one she was all to happy to take on.
She set about the task with a singleminded focus that was complete, only broken when she needed to look at Samedith to remind herself that he was real, that he was there. That he was Hers. Samedith simply set at her side knowing that he need do nothing more for the time. Anything interesting had already happened in his mind, and he simply had to wait with a little patience and his needs would soon be met.
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Melhaika
So the fierce strong ones that he felt would be best for him had already found others they claimeed as theirs. He shrugged. Oh well, their loss. Which meant that His was still out there somewhere. Waiting to be found. He was unimpressed when the heretofor unnoticed brown summoned the candidates forward to get a look at them. He took a few steps forward. But he wouldn't fawn over the brown.
He hadn't done anything worthy of praise, so until he actually did.. soemething other than simply admire himself, the best he would get from Melhaika was a few begrudging steps forward.
Sweet Symmetry Samedith acknowledges Mic and sends back some affection
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:00 pm
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Neon Teal & Yellow Mystery Brown14 The brown dragon's attention had been caught by someone that.... Why yes, that one would do splendidly! They certainly weren't suitable a for a gold, no, no, no. And bronzes were beneath them. A blue or green, while a jolly good choice, just wasn't quite the right fit. And a white..well, there was but one white on the sands and they weren't meant for them either.
But a brown... Why yes, they would do quite well on a brown, wouldn't they?
Stepping up their chosen Candidate, the little brown came to look up at them. He caught his eye, and his eyes whirled a vibrant rainbow. ZeraiahMine--you would do well as a brown rider I think. Yes... With your Kaloth at your side, I think you would do quite well, indeed. The brown seemed more than satisfied. He desperately wanted to push his head against the other, desperately wanted to know that the choice he made was right... But he would wait. Instead, such earnestness, such yearning, would be sent in waves to the newly Impressed Candidate, for Kaloth would never, ever, wish to make His uncomfortable.
It might have been a quiet Impression. It might not have been as flashy as some--but there was no doubting the love, the adoration, the respect, and the loyalty this brown had for the Candidate upon the sands.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 10:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 10:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 10:09 pm
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Baby Mine White The little white was glad when his father assured him. Giving a little croon, he buried his little head against Krah and took a few moments to consider his words. He would always have his mother and father. Would always have their love. And then there were such kind thoughts from others... and such worry. And Mictecath was there too!
So it was... the little white glanced over his shoulder, slowly letting go of his grip on Krahsujunth. Someone out there did feel right...did sing to him. Someone out there, he knew, was his....
....I....I think I... like someone....out there. Do you think... I should go? The little white didn't quite want to leave Krahsujunth's side, and yet... he also knew he would have to be a big dragon and make his Impression. He couldn't stay forever. His was waiting, and yet... He sent a wave of love to his father and Mictecath, as well as Fianth, and any who were neare. They were all nice...
Maybe... maybe it was time to let go. Maybe it was time to make his choice.
Ravenclaw Blue The blue dragon had been as still as a statue. He sat near his egg fragments, staring disdainfully out at the world and the Candidates. Slim pickings, for sure. He gave a small snort as one of his clutchmates picked someone out from the Sands, and another from far in the back. Honestly... Where were the ones that interested him?
His eyes swept over the Candidates, pausing to linger just a moment too long on the Beerbatter Brown. There was almost a glare... What an idiot! And yet--if his eyes lingered just a moment too long, surely everyone would assume it was simply because he was judging him. Flicking his tail tip with irritation, the blue once more turned to look back at the Candidates.
Oh, this wasn't going to be easy, was it?
Finally, he stood, and began to make his way through the Crowd. He needed to get a better look elsewhere, and get far away from that boorish brown. Just sitting near his presence made his head hurt.
Kronoseth The brown dragon gave a snort when Expecto Patronum when the little blue asked about whether or not he was a failure. You didn't miss anything, sweetling. You are heroic and brave and strong. You will do amazing things out there, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Yours will be lucky to have you and I know you will go on to become a great hero. You took me down after all, remember? He gave the equivalent of a laugh, leaning down to nuzzle the little one encouragingly.
Sooner than later, their little moment would need to end. Too soon, Kronoseth knew, this would all be over.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 10:12 pm
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A gentle chirp escaped from Bossuth as he watched his sister move forward just after Shar had told his rider and himself to go ahead and leave for the healers. She was strong, it was no small surprise to him that R'iz thought so highly of the woman and that his sister had chosen her once the little bronze saw rainbows in Yulaniath's eyes. He knew, just as she must have known in both her hearts that Shar was just perfect.
But that voice.... Turning his head towards Alquemieth, he dropped his head again from where it had dared to rise, chin pressing into R'iz's shoulder in a way that had the redhead tense up. O-of course brother. Enjoy your meal with your bonded. Bossuth whispered to his brother softly, watching as he left in a different direction than where R'iz was determined to go. They were waiting of course, Shar and his sister needed a moment of peace, just as he and his own had before the air around them had shattered. Sure, that moment had been interrupted but they had the rest of their lives to make up for it and R'iz was surely letting the little bronze know in that moment about how long he believed they would have together.
Forever and always.
Turning to look back at Shar with a grin on his mangled face, R'iz nodded his head towards her little green and excitement boiled over from him. He was so thrilled to see her impressed, that they had siblings from the same clutch even that could learn together side by side. That she had met her other half. He couldn't say it without pain but his little bronze chirped again at his sister and her new rider for him instead. I'll be okay! I'm really worried about Radish and Shar though, they were both hurt waiting on us. He would bear his pain longer if it meant that his rider would be tended to first, for there was fresh blood seeping through the robes he wore and onto Bossuth's soft hide.
Grunting a little as his dragon shifted, R'iz nodded his head and turned to head towards the healers so that he could get Bossuth's wounds looked after, equally as stubborn as his dragon was concerned.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 10:14 pm
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