Revelio and Open Sesame! Double Clutch Hatching!

[TheWishling]

Rhys - HR - He/Him/His
As the two girls talked, Rhys was quietly cataloging the clutch. Every colored baby, every metallic hide....He wanted to think about it. Someone would be able to quell the uprising of the current cadre of hatchlings. Red eyed, but he was not afraid, not nervous about anything other than following what was happening...What was going on.

Rune - HR - She/Her/Hers
Tahira's words had her glancing at the other, "Yeah. Nervous, if I'm gonna be honest. This is going mad already, and look at those eyes." Honestly, Rune could understand the babies. That red....So many people, so many different thoughts, how could they NOT be agitated? Whatever happened to the candidates was at the discretion of their claws and teeth after all, "I wouldn't be either, in their place. So many sharding people." Simple, sharp, "But if they Impress, their Riders will have a handful, and good luck to them."

BastetAmun

Alumet and Gold Zenobiath

Honestly, Alumet's eyes were on Lusialu. Her precious, beloved little sister....The hoped she would Impress was high, and her heart reached out to the other, worrying. Let the girl be alright, because Rhianth's clutch looked ready for blood. Zenobiath's mind reached out to gently soothe Lusialu, a moment's comfort before withdrawing, It will be well, dear one. Your sister is watching, and is so terribly proud.

Uta

 

[baby_gwing]

Elyk

Going by Elyk's memories of the previous Hatching that he attended, this Hatching was progressing just as it should be. It was always a little slow initially but as soon as the first dragonets were out and bonded with Theirs, the others would almost certainly follow suit. Was it just his eyes playing tricks on him or were there more bronze dragonets in this particular Hatching? He wondered, his entire attention still fixated on the wiggling Colors of the Wind egg even as he glanced every now and then at the dragonets' interaction with each other and the other Candidates.

Still not one of the dragonets had so much as looked his way thus far. It was looking more and more like he was going to walk away from this empty-handed. Again. He felt his heart sink at the thought, self doubt beginning to rear its ugly head once more. Perhaps he was simply never good enough. Maybe he should head home and be content with being a blacksmith...

"Is this your first hatching?"

He turned to offer the young woman a small smile at her question. "Not really. It's my second one." Pausing to look her over for a bit, he settled for a small shrug as if to say that the failure of the first Hatching was no biggie. It was probably her first one but it simply would be rude of him to assume that and end the conversation like that right? "How about you? How long have you been a Candidate now?" He kept his gaze on the Colors of the Wind egg the entire time, not at all wanting to miss the exact moment when the dragonet within finally emerged to meet the world.

stella cinere

 

[demon_pachabel]

Something was going on out there, and they were in here!! Firebolt wiggled so hard their already fallen over egg rolled forward...onto the cracks already made in it.

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Maybe it was the excitement. Maybe the egg was just settling. Either way, Be Our Guest shifted from one side to the other, almost as if they were trying to get a better view.  

[Mewsings of An Angel]

Samuel Carlin

Zeraiah

Zyanzi was becoming antsy standing still. He needed to move. But carefully. Respectfully. He tilted his head slightly, eyes watching the dragons and eggs... Oh how he wished he had more eyes... And carefully moved. As he did so, moving among other white robes, he noticed a very nervous looking fellow standing, his eyes watching the green with the injury causing mischief among its siblings. He smiled lightly, before reaching out to gently touch the other candidate's arm. "Ah... Nervous too? It's okay. Me too... They're... A lively lovely lot of dragons, huh?" He said, trying to make calming small talk to ease the other candidate's woes.  

[TheWishling]

How Far I'll Go wasn't even heeding who was around her as she dove straight in to the boys. Forget about her cousins, the little Green had a person to find, and minds to explore. Twining around one, and then the other, she might've thrashed a few legs in turn, but was she supposed to care? Her tail whipped back and forth as she snaked through, wings still wide enough that they might catch anyone who wasn't terribly careful. These boys didn't know what they were in for.  

[Revel1984]

NOPE! Farrellen was not into this, he dodged out of the way of a lashing tail from "how far i'll go" green. He was not going to get hurt again though this one seemed to be more .. playful, less .. murdery than her cousins  

[Ryuthulhu]

Saekagi Winced visibly as he spotted the How far I'll Go Green charging in their direction, bracing himself and trying to figure out which was the best possible way to step out of the way if she looked like she was going to -really- open up hurt on someone, trying to guess who she was heading for so he wouldn't be between her and them, and feeling like his heels had just taken root. Tail whipping and wing thumping was the absolute least of his concerns, she looked like she knew exactly what she wanted, he just didn't want her to pause and wipe her feet on him before she got there.

"pleasepleasepleaseplease..." The chant wasn't so much to impress as it was to please, please not rip him to shreds. Nice dragon. Sweet dragon. MERCIFUL DRAGON.  

[magnadearel]

Weyrling Makimton and Green Zygmuth

Makimton nodded to V'mel as he approached, and flashed a bright, happy smile to the assistants. How could this beautiful green have possibly picked him? Because it was your lucky day Mine. There was no way he could argue with that. Was there? Zygmuth rumbled an amused laugh.

He petted her neck and gestured to the full buckets of meat on the table. "Take your pick my darling." The green sniffed at several buckets before pointing her muzzle at a really full one. That one! That's the lucky one. Laughing he picked it up and moved them to a clear spot so he could begin feeding.



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Candidate Nalacko she/her

It sounded like some of the candidates were starting to get worried by the large grouping of certain dragonets. Dragons seemed to rallying on the sands and helping each other hatch. Nala took a deep breath a moved out slightly from behind Rizdax. Happy she was happy to be here right?


Oooo she spotted Firebolt roll onto its own cracks. Hopefully the baby inside could still breath? She was sure an adult would come to rescue if it started having problems. She watched as several dragons searched among the candidates. One green had a rather whippy tail that the boys had to be wary of.  

[ShinosBee]

Falienn
He was dazed, and frustrated with his own state, but Falienn—F'enn—knew he couldn't just kneel here with Zezollath forever. He would have been happy enough to do so on his own...but he wasn't on his own any more, was he? No more individual thoughts, needs overriding sense or the cares and wants of others. A turn, a month, a week ago he would have been snide at the very thought of such slavery to another. Now though...

No one had ever explained to him, not properly, that the reason you did things for others was because you yourself wanted to. Because their happiness was your happiness, and doing something for them felt just as fulfilling as doing something for yourself.

And though Zezollath seemed happy to stay curled in his arms forever and a day, he could feel the thread of hunger in her. She needed fed, and he needed to feed her. Slowly, slowly, they broke apart, F'enn thrusting a hand against his face to struggle to sop up the wet mess there. The green, tiny and precious, turned to give Orri a long purple-eyed look. T-thank you too for...for trying to help him understand too. He was a good boy as well. Though she couldn't promise to make him listen. Didn't need him to listen, even, as long as he let her be near him.

F'enn found his feet, still not suite making eye contact with Marty as he drew Zezollath tight to his side. Anakumath had waited...she hadn't needed to, but she had. Something twanged in his chest, an off beat of the heart as he took a step towards the feeding area. They would indeed go together, it seemed, and as long as he had Zezollath crooning gentle reassurance, he felt he could probably keep from mucking it all up.

medigel

@Orri

demon_pachabel

@Marty/Anakumath

Zelaya
Zelaya watched as more and more and more hatchlings hit the sands with placid openness. Red eyes, or green, or yellow, it did not matter. They were babies, after all. Human babies were easily upset too, but that was why it was so important to do your part to calm and comfort them. Their brow furrowed just slightly, the tiniest of wrinkles on their brow as Lucius began to interpose himself between them and the hatchlings. "Do you really think that will happen?" As if only then noticing, they glanced around at the crowd of white-robed candidates, seeing anxiety, fear, anger, worry...so many negative emotions writ across so many faces and in the lines of bodies.

No wonder the hatchlings were growing agitated and opting to stick together with that sort of reception. If they'd arrived at the Weyr to a crowd of people glaring at them, ready to fight, how would they have felt? Perhaps it was a fault of their own that they struggled to imagine any dragon, even an infant, as intentionally vicious. They didn't bother to push back out of Lucius' shadow—if shielding them made him feel more in control of things and at ease, then he may as well—but also did not brace for violence. Instead they simply continued to think calm, easy, unabashed and sincere welcoming thoughts. They were each a treasure to Pern, and they should feel loved, not feared.

BastetAmun

@Lucius

Theo
Theo didn't really mean to pointedly ignore the poor man—he was simply caught up being one: mortified with his own actions and words, and two: fascinated by the appearance of so very many dragonets. Maybe, rather than a play, he should simply write...a dance? So many colorful whirling forms, a pair for each hatchling, the woman in a rippling flowery gown, the man in all white...he could almost imagine it in his mind's eye...until Sylfie spoke.

His shame only deepened at the sound of the anxiety in Sylfie's voice, how she quite nobly made light of his gaffe, keeping the conversation appropriate to their public situation—not to mention their state of relations. He'd been entirely too forward there, and he knew it. For now perhaps the best he could do would be to let her alone, and try to regain a better control of himself so as to merit her company.

"Are so many bronzes usual?" But then, there were two clutches on the sands. Seeing the one marshal his siblings made him smile slightly. A natural leader, clearly! A fine fit to lead them all, one day, against thread.

Smerdle

@Kormet

Meepfur

@Sylfie

Finnisa
Finnisa had caught herself assessing the hatchlings as she would ovines. Judging sheen of their hide, musculature, the brightness of their eyes. The most recent brown, from Fianth's side, seemed almost underfed...but that seemed hard to think, given he'd come from an egg. The pack-like mentality of some of the others had her on alert, but not fearful yet. Many animals, and people too, felt more comfortable in groups. It didn't necessarily mean anything bad was coming...right? She HAD been there at Western's last clutch though, and she kept herself on alert, while carefully neutral.

Meztli
The poor chef-turned candidate had been nearly asleep on their feet as everything went on. Their first hatching, no real awareness of how things typically went, a different time zone than their native one...They were up, their eyes were open, but mentally they'd wandered, spaced out, until—

—OOF! Something cracked against their shins, making them step quickly back from the bounding green dragonet, and right onto the foot of another candidate...one from High Reaches? Apparently, since they didn't recognize him. "Sorry, kid...hey," They'd noticed the look of tense worry on the boy's face. "Alright there? Didn't realize I'd stomped on you that hard. That green was just flying past...think she's got her heart set on someone already, so...must have been in the way."

Sweet Symmetry

@Ruunan

 

[Eos Galvus]

Siv[/B

Siv was more interested in watching the brewing dragonet fight rather than the hatchlings milling among them, the girl rocking on her heels to give the rest of her feet a break from the3 heat. While she coiuld HANDLE heat, sandals thin or not, thanks to tinkering, she did not exactly handle hatchlings pushing past people at all, if only because hatchlings were stronger than most -- and when the small How Far I'll Go green bumped past her, Siv yelped in a startled cry, toppling forward and splatting a bit -- yes, splatting; she lacked grace, came down hard, and sent sand all over -- she was at least able to get up rapidly, coughing and brushing the sand off herself.

"Ugh," Siv sighed, shaking her head. "Well that serves me right for not paying attention."

Hoipefully, nobody noticed her undignified moment.

Hopefully.

Aerone and Nidhoth

Nidhoth had nearly fallen when a SISTER helped a sibling hatch. Well! Strong girls -- did he lose his bet? The male huffed, nosing his rider insistantly s3everal moments to see if the female was going to find out when he noticed the Avada Kedavra, Crucia, Imperio, and Sectemsempra eggs preparing for... The brown didn't know what, but his rider's hand on his leg spoke a warning there might be injured candidates soon.,

Nidhoth really, really hopoed they didn't harm the girls. Girls were nice, girls were always the ones he favored, even in his own species, and harming innocent children of that gender made him worry, hjis blue eyes pricked with flecks of yellow and red. Still, the proud brown remained silent, eying each dragonet warily before deciding to watchthe parents. Well, at least most of the children wer5e going to be safe, he hoped.

And hey! Maybe they'd focus on the boys, like he hoped! Less threat toi his--

And Aerone good-naturedly swat him for the feeling of possessiveness beginning to radate from the arrogant brown.

Mine, stop that, I'm not in any threat of bewing taken from you, and you promised me good behavior to watch. So styop or I'm taking you away, right now.

Nidhoth slumped.

Yes, beloved, but I should like a good hunt after this.  

[Samuel Carlin]

Zeraiah

He'd been expecting the "attack", if it came, from the front, not behind or beside him, so when Zyanzi touched him, he flinched hard, and whipped toward the boy, nearly toppling himself in surprise. It was the turn and stumble that saved him from a more solid injury, perhaps, as the move meant he only caught a stinging tailswipe across the back of the knees from the How Far I'll Go green, rather than having them knocked out from beneath him. For a moment, though, the color drained from his face and his eyes got even wider. Was this it?

No. No. Twisting to watch the green swing around yet another boy, Zeraiah realized both that his legs were still attached and that he looked a bit like a clumsy colt at the moment. Perfect. He cleared this throat and looked back at Zyanzi, mouth quirked into a sheepish shape. "Yeah I guess you could say that. Heh. Things have gotten a little crazy, haven't they?"

Meetings of a Angel

 

[medigel]

Arlie

She froze. That was the first mistake. You always had to listen to Haveli, you always had to listen to Haveli. But nothing super bad happened, thankfully, other than the arrival of more dragons. And then How Far I'll Go started to head towards--the boys.

She didn't relax. Arlie moved behind her sister dutifully and cowered at the impending group in Rhianth's circle. There was still a gentler green being escorted by a bronze, but the fear overrode her curiosity. She shot a look at Saekagi, hoping he would see the sense to hide behind someone, anyone, even someone like Haveli, before a dragon caught him.

houllow

Ryuthulu

 

[medigel]

Orri

He didn't have the bond Falienn did, but Zezollath's look still struck him. It was one thing to read or hear tales and another to really look one in the eyes like that, to be in that raw moment and even acknowledged if for a brief second. Orri wasn't sure he could even say you're welcome, as he wasn't sure he had done more than tail Falienn around for the past few sevendays. But he smiled, tried not to cry, and nodded.

"Congrats," he told both Falienn and Martirae, managing to keep his voice steady for a whole word. Then he bowed to them and their dragons and left them to celebrate and get their food together.

At least he still had some friendly faces to meet up with. He wiped at his face quickly before joining Dehka and Soui, trying to recompose himself. "That was something, right?" he said with a laugh. "Hatchings are so cool!"

But more were beginning to come out, and those in Rhianth's side were...looking more and more ominous. He found himself standing on Soui's other side and slightly ahead, like he had for Falienn, though his nerves were telling him this was a terrible idea. "Still plenty more to go...." Especially with a spirited green nicking at their ankles.

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houllow

Tsunake

ShinosBee

demon_pachabel

 

[Smerdle]

Torin

It was a eerily malevolent chain of reactions that the Crucio green had set off, but in the midst of all those red eyes there were spots of brightness too. Torin watched another green—one of Fianth's chldren—set off toward the boys on the sands with such determination that several of them practically leapt out of her way. He'd been that single-minded once. It was what had landed him here.

With a faint upward curl of his lips he stood taller, rising out of his slight defensive crouch and folding his hands behind his back. If they were going to maul him, he was not going to look like a fool while they did it.

 

[Sinders Path]

Roana

Roana was rather enjoying trying to get under Marti's skin. Now she knew the girl could take it without the risk of serious upset which would impact negatively on the babies it really gave her free reign to dig for a reaction from the stern women. Selfish as it was, the distraction helped her keep her head and prevented her giving into the emotions that flared every time a shell cracked. Guided by excitement and perhaps that lingering fear born out of her first bloody hatching on the sands of Western.

However before she could get any satisfactory answer all the women in the small group froze at once because they had all seen Her The glimmer of beautiful dark and golden hide which was heading straight for them. Ro subconsciously held her breath. She was not afraid, not after the small queen had shown how over whelming she found the whole hatching. A personality like that suggested he was unlikely to lash out unless she was startled and frightened so Ro held her ground, quietened her mind and watched.

Strangely she was the second person in the group that had previously dismissed the idea of bonding with a gold. After all the dragon she admired and loved most was a blue. And colour was a minor barrier in her more progressive weyr. But now she looked at the beautiful creature, met her eyes and felt the unsteady searching touch her heart panged with desire that she had not known before.

However in the next instant the moment had passed, the queens gaze slid away and she knew that she was not the destined rider of the Harry potter gold. So who? Zyamel? No. Iathe? Her heart fluttered in hope for her friend. But no. Marti...Yes. To see the bond happen so close at hand made it undeniable and infallible. "Con...congratulations." she manged before Marti was leading her new life partner away.

Then, at last she was able to breathe.

Her thinking followed Zyamel's and her first concern was Iathe, to come so close to her hearts wish without achieving it had to sting. "We'll have to go and congratulate Marti at the feast." She suggested. "And it could still be with our own dragons, look, we got some shakin' going on out there now." Ever onward and upwards! She put a gentle hand on the younger teens shoulder. Found a smile and nodded her head out towards the eggs. So many beautiful greens blues and browns yet to be born.

However as the Crucio green started to release her fellows and more dragons were freed the air in the room shifted, though the bite from her brother barley phased the green, the first blood on the sands seemed to add tension.

As more and more of the HP eggs hatched under the guiding of the green and her brothers Ro's arm hairs prickled and rose in a primal reaction to impending danger.

Tsunake

demon_pachabel

Uta