[Zenobiath's Hatching] In Their Eyes Shine Stars

[magnadearel]

Candidate Nalacko - she/her

The last blue went to cheer up his rider. Nala smiled as one green went among those who hadn't attended the bronze and seemed to be giving them nose boops. Although it looked as if those girls weren't her chosen, it was still adorable.  

[Spockat]

Sh'vel of green Misuth

Misuth. Loved. Hatchings. She never seen one before now, unless you counted her own! Now she was positive she loved them! She sat stock still like an oversized gargoyle. Too focused to move except the occasionally swishing of her tail. Giving and undignified chirp of surprise every now and again. There was more ichor and blood than she had hoped, but all the little ones were finding their way. Her hearts glowed with warmth watching them find Theirs one after the next.  

[dawns_aura]

[Tandry T'ry & blue Cordeth]

Fear.
It started out hardly noticeable, insidious. Emotions that weren't his, but they didn't seem completely out of place. After all, even though the fight was over and the dragonets that had been the cause were at the feeding tables with theirs, there were still many dragons on the sands and anything could happen.

He had not joined the line for 'inspection' partly because it was demeaning to be looked at and picked over like herdbeasts at market, but a small hidden part of his soul knew he wasn't worthy of a brown or bronze. Of the leadership and expectation that would place on him. The chains of duty, and how it might clip his wings when he was one who was born to fly freely.

The sands seemed calm enough he could perhaps relax a little, but he would still keep an eye on Lelte, just in case.

He heard the small blue offer a fearful creel to his parents as it seemed he prepared to move. Was he finally going to look for his? The poor little thing. But when he found His, perhaps he wouldn't be so anxious, for surely His would be there to shelter him and offer all the love and confidence the little one might need. He watched the first few tentative steps.

While that blue had definitely roused his protective instincts, and he wanted nothing more than to see him find His, there was still enough action, and he didn't want to miss a thing.

Terror.

When he turned from the blue to watch the going's on, a wave of terror assailed him. Insecurity. A sense that this was more important than anything. If he didn't respond correctly, not only would it break his heart, but it would leave a gaping wound in this world that might not ever heal. At last a small timid voice spoke in his mind.

TandryMine. Would you... ever want... a blue like me? One small hopefull step at a time, though his wings were held tight against his body and he curled in on himself, making him seem even smaller than he was. Hope that he might be accepted, but fearful that the one who held his hearts might crush them. Might reject him, and send him to the cold dark of Between. For if Tandry didn't choose him, there could be no other. Your Cordeth wants no other and yet... You might want someone stronger, someone shinier, someone... someone better. He didn't dare move forward any closer to the one he loved. If he was rejected... I... I just wanted you to know how much I loved you. In case... In case I must soon go...

Affection. Need. Love.

Fear.Terror. Love. Adoration. Affection. Respect. Need. A maelstrom of emotion. Some his, some belonged to the precious blue that looked at him with such heartbreaking hope and fear whirling amidst the jewelled rainbow of his eyes. There was just so much. It stabbed his heart and stole the breath from his lungs, and wiped his mind of anything he might think or wish to let the little blue know. That he was precious and perfect and so so loved. That he would never have to worry about anything as long as Tandry lived and breathed.

But he was so overwhelmed by everything.

But for each breath and heartbeat that passed, with him unable to express any of this, white started to overtake the Rainbow, and the blue hue of his scales tinged with grey. It was too much for him to hope. His hearts Broke and he readied to toss himself to the void of Between...

MINE.
Seeing what was about to happen, and still unable to express in word or thought what the little blue needed to hear, he rushed over and fell to his knees on the sands, throwing his arms around the little one. He wasn't being rejected. He was safe, he was His.

 

[Thaliawen]

The number of dragonets on the sands was shrinking and Rhiyn couldn’t help the small surge of panic that rippled through him. He knew Demanthra would tell him to be patient, he knew she’d tell him his time would come. But shards, it was hard to wait. “That green seems friendly,” he said, gesturing. She was stopping at candidates.

“What do you think is in that egg?” He asked Tarroi, nodding at the gingerbread egg.

Tatterpixie

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[Prism Shine]

Tuelarua - HR Candidate, She/Her/Hers

Oh, there went the little String of Lights green. What a little sweetheart, with such a sweet disposition. She hoped the little Gingerbread would be okay splitting his shell, after the trouble Snowflake had seemed to have. But its a minor , fleeting worry -- she'd certainly seen mother dragons help their babies if need be (and candidates too, but who knows if that would be allowed after the double hatching.  

[Ryala]

Avali

The blue who remained on the Sands had gone over to another Candidate. As she watched him go, Avali became aware of another dragon approaching her. Turning, she saw another green, but this one stopped to offer her comfort and even a gentle nuzzle before continuing on her way.

So, that one hadn't wanted her, either. But the green's words had helped to lift her spirits. She was worthy! A dragon had told her so!

Although... It really didn't look like her odds of Impressing tonight we're very good. But that was ok, she would keep the green hatchling's words in her heart.

She would be the sun, moon, and stars to a dragon one day! Until then, she still had her firelizard.  

[houllow]

T'nus

So it looked as though the lovebirds would be staying together, and that boy who had been so terrified about going back to Nabol was getting a perfect, happy ending. Or beginning, if one wanted to view it that way, as now they would be fighting with their lives against Thread.

Either way, T'nus supposed he was happy for that specific pair of candidates-turned-Weyrlings. That meant of course there were even less dragons on the sands now with the candidates milling about. How soon would depression start to color their emotions when most of them realized they had no chance this go around? How many had already actually given up in their hearts? T'nus was by no means mocking those that had, for he had been much the same on the sands until Minimuth found him.

There would be need for comfort later, but considering the not-so-subtle opinions of Candidates towards him he doubted anyone would seek him out for it. A shame really, since he was an excellent listener.

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Haveli

The final egg that had been kind to her was moving, but Havveli barely had the attention to look. Her leg was still bleeding despite her efforts to reach and tighten the bandage; the wound was large and the blood was much, but her pride was a bit more. She'd stay standing and walk herself off the sands, settling in the infirmary before going back to the candidate bunker to rest.

Maybe she'd actually attend the feast, but did she even have nice clothing? She didn't go to her sister's celebration, with the coma and all preventing that, and now she had a leg she couldn't walk on. That would be her excuse for not dancing, she bitterly laughed, but that only would happen if someone dared ask her. Which he - wait, not he.

She wasn't thinking.

Focus on the eggs and the dragonets, all of whom seemed to be giving a certain candidate quite a lot of regard. If that little girl didn't go on to one day become a Weyrwoman that all of Pern knew and adored, as beloved by the beasts as she was, then Haveli swore she'd eat her shoes.  

[Meepfur]

I'zrin and Maestoth

Though Maestoth fair basked in the attentions and murmurred affections of His - finally - a certain discontent still seethed beneath the surface. If his brother hadn't abandoned their battle to Impress when he had, Maestoth would have found a way to win, he was certain of it, and this added an acrid edge of bitterness to his hatred of the bronze. And it was hatred. They'd never have liked each other, to be sure, but the night's events had stewed certain opposition into outright hate. Hate he would have a long time to dwell on, until the time was right. Whenever that would be.

I'zrin (they had decided as they sat together) ran long fingers over his head, stroking and doing his best to soothe the feelings he was all too familiar with. He knew well how they burned, and ached, and gnawed away from the inside, and there was little for them but time. And distance, but that was a luxury Maestoth wouldn't get. They were likely in for a very long Turn.

A feeling of pride from Aresoth was acknowledged, albeit sulkily. There was an urge to grumble to his sire, a suspicion that the approval was patronizing at best, but I'zrin managed to convince him that now was not the time. Another thing that would have to wait. His appetite waning in a fit of pique, which exhaustion surely contributed to, he sighed and laid his head on His' shoulder, a position which afforded him a view of Othelloth and His.

For the dark blue, Maestoth had a whisp of polite, if tired, interest. He knew he wasn't quite the only one here with any sense.

Tsunake

BastetAmun

 

[TheWishling]

Candidate Rhys - HR - He/Him

So few left now, and Rhys was starting to feel the same thing he'd felt the day that Rune Impressed. He tried to be hopeful, be good. Be happy and loving, and glad for all the others. He had his records, after all, and when he wasn't doing Candidate chores, he could always...go back to learning the Craft he'd chosen. That didn't mean he wanted to do that forever though. Honestly, he'd wanted to Impress. Wanted to give back to the Weyr that gave him everything.

Was that wrong of him to be so afraid of being left on the sands again? To be left watching the other Riders in their joy? In his thoughts, he was wrapped, stepping from the Bronze's line with quiet acceptance. Fine. It was fine. Joy and light and love. That was what he needed to keep in his mind.

All his worries and thoughts could wait for another day.  

[TheWishling]

Candidate Eyriean - HR - They/Them

It was nice, seeing all the Greens, Blues, Browns, and Bronzes find home. It made their eyes soften, watching the Impressions with quiet joy. This Clutch had at least made them feel like they weren't so wrong. Being somewhere in between boy and girl, neither at all, Eyriean often felt rather out of place in High Reaches' halls. It was why they preferred beasts to people, and was quickly falling in love with dragons, and the idea of them.

Someone that would accept you as you were, like the eggs had done for them. Even if they didn't find theirs, Eyriean was happy, quiet and content. Just watching.  

[Tsunake]

Lauthisen and Blue Othelloth

Othelloth at once paused in his eating to turn his attention to his brown brother, not bothering to hide his genuine pleasure to see him. Maestoth! You carried yourself admirably, as always. He certainly had no doubt that the brown would have bested Argamath in time--Argamath's vanity would have held him back. Such was his opinion, but there was no need to share it.... yet.

"He alright?" Lauthisen asked the other, noting how exhausted the dragonet seemed. He couldn't blame him. He felt how ravenous Othelloth was... and Maestoth had taken quite a few injuries, to boot. Still, he figured it couldn't be too serious, or they wouldn't have let him be brought over without Healers hovering.

Meepfur

 

[medigel]

orri

Ah, the line was a great idea! Orri tried not to look too stiff and formal beside Dehka. "Look," he whisperes as Santa approached not the line, but someone who had waited. Dorok! Orri had no idea as to the dilemma going on there, but Dehka was on the verge of tears, which made him want to sympathy cry as well.

No, nope. Don't tear up now, Orri. It wasn't over yet.

With the number of dragons waning, it was hard to keep the same pep in his step as his friend. Maybe he could have a turn ago like he had for the double clutch, his first. But the disappointments seemed to be piling onto the young man as of late: in himself, in his father. Mostly himself. He kept latching onto dragons even though he knew better, knew there was nothing beholden to it about that besides his own personal beliefs and that he only hurt himself doing it. And yet.

He smiled a little at Dehka in response, but it wasn't a fully formed one. If anything, Dehka would be more likely. He was happy just to be there and didn't seem to have any particular preference; babies could probably approach him easier. Orri, though? He was...disappointing himself, again.

He pushed his glasses up and dabbed at his eyes. "Maybe," he conceded, because no-one ever really knew. He clearly didn't. "Only a few left. The line helped some of them; maybe it'll help the others."

XTsunake

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dhawsn

Hooooo. That was sure a batch. Dhawsn had tensed up in anticipation watching a green head towards where he had dropped Miela off. Maybe--Oh. It was the healer instead. He could only imagine what Miela felt about that, if she was cogent yet; shards, he had felt it before. Definitely needed a visit later.

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mel

Boys, boys, and more boys chosen. Seriously, what a sausage fest.

Mmm...sausage...Her thoughts drifted to the impending feast until movement drew her eye. "Aw, hey, late to the party," she said to herself as Gingerbread began to shake. "Fashionably late, anyway. That’s the best kind.”  

[Prism Shine]

Ahula - HR Candidate - She/Her

Gently nudging her friend, Ahula bounced slightly, sending her hair ruffling a touch. "Oh! -O-oh, look Urzoh." Mildly embarrassed, she nodded towards the bronze. "Looks like that bronze got his pick." Good for him.

Which left.. three little greens, if she counted correctly. Plus the egg that had yet to hatch! She settled back, idly wondering about the little egg that had yet to hatch. Were they having trouble? Or just making their grand entrance when they felt the time right?

Spockat