Revelio and Open Sesame! Double Clutch Hatching!

[Teiha]

Karone
Kar couldn’t help but nod at Jemi’s last sentence. If there hadn’t been the green for that girl, and just at that moment… he preferred not to try and picture the could-haves of that scenario. Odds were that the outcome would not have been pretty. “Karone. Nice to meet you both,” he replied.

Then another girl was running at a dragon—that terrible bronze who lay atop Shinnikan as if the young man’s shell was a piece of prime land to be claimed. Karone clutched at his own chest. Her pained shouts were like the sound that his heart had made when his loved ones were taken away. She was not from High Reaches, but she must have known Shinnikan very well. Another bronze stepped up, voicing his rage and flinging himself at the first. The one who had ended Shinnikan did not seem to care at all, even though he’d been bodily moved from his perch. He just walked away and stood nearer to the large crowd of boys, observing them. And one came forward.

The dragonet’s eyes flashed red as Karone had ever seen, and for a moment he thought the killer would strike again. But the bloody shade melted into rainbow. He had Impressed.

Standing on his toes, the copper-haired boy leaned to see what kind of boy such a bronze would choose. He expected a burly, harsh-looking sort to match. But the one who stepped into sight was tall and slim, and he moved with an almost lazy grace.

The hand that was pressed to his heart clenched, bunching up the front of his shirt into a wrinkled wad.

Karou.

”Shaddaling”

Apologies for probably flubbing the timing a little bit, but honestly Kar would have reacted INSTANTLY to his brother’s Impression, I just didn’t have time to write up his post at work along with Karou’s. ;-;

K’rou and bronze Cadereth

The moment was surprisingly pure and simple. Karou had expected, well… to be invaded by an unfamiliar mind, at the very least. Cadereth chuckled softly through their bond. My K’rou. You cannot be invaded by something that is already a part of you.

K’rou smiled, still looking into the bronze’s green-yellow eyes, which even now were tinged with passionate red. That was exactly what it was. He sensed no anger in Cadereth. Only fervor. Wondrous fervor that made him excited for the future. Unwillingly, yet with one mind, the pair moved apart, K’rou straightening and Cadereth dropping smoothly to all fours. Though he desired to, he would not demean his dragon by petting or hugging him before the watchful eyes of others.

Together they turned and began a sedate side by side stroll toward the area where the other weyrlings had gone to feed. They had gone but a few steps when a voice, its pitch nearly high enough to be mistaken for a young woman’s, rang out behind them.

“Karou…? Karou. Karou.”

He knew what he would see when he turned, and steeled himself for what he knew he was going to have to do. He swallowed hard and glanced at his dragon, who was already bristling. Getting emotional now was even more out of the question than hugging Cadereth in public, even if his heart should literally burst from joy. When he turned around, his eyes were lit with pain that he had otherwise masked for the sake of his beloved.

“Shut up. Don’t touch me. And pay attention, Karone. There are still eggs cracking. We'll cry later. In about six months.”

The last thing he saw before he and Cadereth turned their backs was Karone’s delicate outstretched hand, dropping limply to his side as if it had lost all feeling.  

[demon_pachabel]

Martirae and Gold Anakumath

Marty had quickly picked up that Anakumath was checking in on all her family who was assembled to be fed already, leaving her own needling mostly quiet - a nudge here and there to remind her to take a bite of food. The chatter elsewhere had not lessened that constant stream of love, after all.

She nodded when Makimton spoke to her. "Thank you. You as well," she took a moment to actually peer at the green, having been healthily distracted by her own impression when the green had chosen hers to have gotten a good look at Zygmuth previously. "She's beautiful," she added after a moment - right in time for another green to have joined them. Ulendoth was given a warm nudge of greeting from Anakumath while Marty turned to see -

"I wasn't expecting to," she answered Roana, motioning for the woman to take a seat. "Or did you think I was only thinking Iathe or Zyamel would be joining us?"

Magnadearel

Sinders Path

 

[houllow]

FISHER

It seemed as though the bloodbath had stopped and the murdering bronze was off the sands, prompting Fisher to faintly exhale. Things had been ridiculously tense even for her, and she turned to look at Kinye. The younger teen was...crying? A lot of people were, and Fisher turned properly so she could place a hand on Kinye's shoulder. "Hey, hey." It was hard to make a rough voice soft, to make hands weathered from turns of work gentle, but she was trying. "It'll be okay, like you said yeah? Some of the dragons are findin' their life partners an' it looks like the fightin' stopped."

Fisher softly squeezed the shoulder before kneeling down a bit. "You did good. Even I was scared a lil'." No need to lie.

demon_pachabel

 

[Uta]

Kiri
She heard the other girl, and practically bristled. She gave Veltanna a sharp look, and for a moment looked like she might turn on her instead. Between the anger, grief, and despair Crucio had stirred up, Kiri was in no place to have a civil discussion. This was her brother... Her childhood best-friend. A soul she'd taken for granted, and one she'd never get to see smile again. "I'll do what I please," she bristled.

At this point, she didn't care that her focus was supposed to be on the dragonets. At this point her focus was getting that beast off her brother, so she could....what? He was too heavy for her to lift. Ah, but healers would and were already on the way. Healers who would have no healing left to give. Healers who would take him away and... and... and what? Burn him? No. She was certain that.... that Feyeth would take him Between. Or... Or maybe someone else would, if K'din couldn't, or wouldn't.

Aresoth's words were hardly considered. It wasn't that she didn't care--she was too numb to really listen, too numb to comprehend or accept anyone right now. Baby dragons be damned. Let High Reaches condemn her. She was prepared to face down death--she wasn't prepared to watch her brother get murdered. And that was precisely what had happened.

Had he fallen to Crucio or Sectumsempra maybe... maybe she would be more understanding. Devastated no less, but at least those dragons seemed to have been enraged, angry, distressed. This one... The beast had given no warning, no care, no...anything. First her parents, now her sibling. One brother down, one remaining.

The other bronze that seemed to try to get that one gone finally had a bit of luck. As soon as her brother was free from the claws, she rushed forward. The healers were also headed towards them, but she got there first; dropping to her knees, she reached out a hand to touch her brother, but his color was strange, and his body already looked...different. "Oh, Shinnikan," she breathed, tears stinging, throat suddenly sore and aching as grief hit. She was only vaguely aware of a bronze flit diving towards her, hissing at others, and buring himself against her neck. The little bronze's color had drained, but he knew what his needed.... And he'd hiss at anyone who got too close.

"You didn't deserve this," she whispered, reaching out to touch his hair, stroke his face, as if trying to will him to wake up. To shake it off. He'd used to pretend to play dead to scare her as a child, but this was nothing like such foolery. There was no denying he would not be waking up. In fact...she...with how he was lying, with his how his neck was turned, she...she almost wanted to turn away.

Too quickly, healers arrived, and Kiri had half a mind to tell them to get away. Felidae hissed, but she... she said nothing. No. She would not stop them from their work, would not stop them from lifting him onto the stretcher. She didn't object when they asked her if she was okay, asked her if she wanted to come with them. Instead, she simply rose, feeling nothing but numb. She felt the warmth of one of the queens try to press upon her, but all she did was push back. She didn't want sympathy, or pity; she wanted anger; she wanted devastation. She wanted them to be as upset as she was....

But they wouldn't be, couldn't be. They didn't really know him; didn't really care. He was just a Candidate. His death meant nothing because it happened at the hands of a bronze who had yet to Impress; his death meant nothing because others had lived, and would live, and would simply become the newest generation of weyrlings. Some would survive. Some might die a horrible end fighting Thread. They would be called heroes. Her brother? He'd likely be called a fool. Maybe he thought something wrong at the time; maybe he just hadn't moved fast enough, or had his eyes on another; maybe he made a mistake but... That bronze had been merciless. She'd fight anyone who said otherwise, would tear them limb-from-limb herself.

Rising to her feet, head held high, but eyes only on her brother, Kiri made her exist. No baby would want her with how her heart ached at this moment; and in this moment, she wanted nothing to do with baby dragons at all. There would be enough joy and celebration to wash over this moment. Everyone would be triumphant, and Shinnikan simply a note in the records. Everyone would move on, lives unchanged by this loss, except for the brown haired Candidate, ad the brown haired greenrider up in the tiers. Let the Weyr move on with its day.... Kiri would savor these last few moments; the last few moments she'd ever have to see him alone and well off the sands.

[Ok, Kiri signing out for a little bit! SORRY TO HAVE TAKEN OVER ermg. I did not mean to. Everyone can move on now. / Nothing to see here! ]

Pausing moving my boring Candidates so I can move some eggos and dergs now. <3 ]  

[faesinger]

Veltanna was not surprised by the Kiri’s bristling. There was no way Veltanna could know what Kiri was going through. As Kiri had her moments with her brother, Veltanna stood watch to make sure no dragons…or humans…interfered. As she watched the girl go, Veltanna sighed. There would be a lot of healing to be done after this hatching. She only hoped that Kiri could heal enough to not hate. With the immediate danger gone her attention turned back to the eggs and unbounded dragons. She was here for a reason and she would do right by them as well. But she couldn’t stop the pangs of sadness. Her offers to help had been rejected on multiple fronts.

Shaffit. Being nice hurt. Veltanna realized with a start she had done the same to Dhawsn. Shaffit to between. She was failing at even being nice right then.  

[Eos Galvus]

Siv

Things weird either calming, or getting tense. The HORRORMURDER bronze was Impressed right? Were his siblings going to chill?...Yes? No? Maybe? She'd watched a few dragonets move off to nurse injuries, and watched Candidates doing the same. The dead kid was being removed... Right?

That was pretty awful, nasty business, but Siv wasn't too startled. Really, more amazed the hatchlings didn't attack more -- she'd heard unimpressed dragonets were sort of wild. Well, she had a bite to prove that, though maybe it might scar. THERE was an interesting tale -- How Siv Got Her Ankle Scars... Ooooh. She was sending her father a letter with Papa later. He'd probably be either proud, worried, or both. Both was as likely as neither, but he was already likely prancing around at home telling people... Again... She was a candidate.

FOCUS. Siv shook her head, and looked back over at the other candidates in the crowd, humming gently at things as she did.

So many frazzled faces. Or pissy. The pissy faces were amusing, and she smirked faintly. Well, she didn't pay attention to who did what, she paid attention to not tippingdue to anklebite, and Siv's eyes went back out over the crowd.

Hopefully nobody decided to be a dimglow and think something stupid to earn another attac, and she made a content face, humming. Surelythis day was exciting -- a very egg-xilerating experience.

She knew somewhwre if her family knew she thought of a pun, her father would be strutting for days now.

Amila and green Matoath

Amila sat silently, feeding Matoath, but not yet sure how to speak to the other new weyrlings. She was almost sure she was close to reeling from the blame and hate that broughher dragon to her, but Matoath had none of this, the dragonet shifting to layher head on Amila's knee.

Amila, mine, please do not let the black words of others hurtyou so -- for they are but words my love, and you are as you are. You could not know being true to yourself would earn such unearned hatred. Be at ease, mine--I am here.

Matoath creeled softly to soothe her rider, Amila blinking before reachng and stroking the loving green's eyeridges, and under her chin, earning a soft croon as she nuzzled for love and devotion, and Amila offered another piece of meat.

You are right, Matoath, my love. It just.... Hurts. Thank you. I thinkI needed to hear that. I'm... Thank you.

Matoath crooned again, after swallowing, and settled close protectively. She knew the gratitude her rider felt was a gentle ray of light, and Matoath rtelished in it, reciprocating with naught but love and proterctiveness. None would harm Hers now-- not ever, and finally, she chewed, looking around to the siblings whom had already assembled, and cheeped, creeling to each warmly. So good to see them here, all around with Theirs; and such lovely looking riders too!  

[Uta]

The green dragon sat in the sand. Her eyes continued to whirl red and she kept her fangs bared. Anyone who looked at her got a hiss; anyone who drew near got snapped at with every intention to bite. Thankfully, the green had moved away from the group before she'd collapsed, and now, she kept herself huddling on the sands. Like a wild animal, she did not want her weakness to show; did not want it to be seen that she needed...help.

Her tantrum had resulted in multiple Candidates falling. Her rage, her hurt, her pain... her desire to make them hurt as she hurt without Hers... There were still many a negative thought out there; still many who were devastated. Were there any out there for her? Were there any out there who might understand?

The green dragon was hurting, both physically, and emotionally. She did not regret what she did, but she... indeed felt a pang of concern. Sectumsempra did not feel very good or very right at all. Her wounds ached, and the dragon had not expected to have to battle a cousin. Perhaps she had done too much, too soon. Perhaps she...

The green gave a small noise, somewhere between a hiss and a snarl. There was... someone....She had passed. Someone...who might... be as tough as she was. Someone that might accept her if only...

...it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. The words were sharp, defensive, angry. They cut but did not wound, nor would they ever wound. Not this one. Not hers. Sectumsempra was afraid. Right now... Right now she had no choice but to open up, to be vulnerable, to let someone in. I may not sparkle like some queen but you will always and only ever be Mine. The dragon hissed again, though their red eyes were beginning to whirl a bit white. This was new ground for the hatchling, the one still covered in inchor and blood. Perhaps they would be rejected. Unwanted. If so, then the green would give up the fight and expire. Maybe... that would be best, anyway. Iathe I will tear down every gold in the sky if it means you will not look at them with more desire than your Skerath. Give me your heart, and I will shine for you. Always.

The dragon sounded tired, wounded, and....at her core, afraid. She was unapologetic for the bloodshed she just caused, but this moment... Was one that she had feared ever since in the egg. To give herself to one so fully. Would they love and accept her as she was? Would she be rejected? Or worse...only tolerated.

Tsunake

 

[houllow]

HAVELI

Haveli's eyes scanned the sands for a sign of her sister, though she admittedly didn't look too hard. She had given everything to Arlie, would have done anything for her, and as soon as trouble reared up the wherryhead had run off. Perhaps the Weyr was having a negative effect on her and leading Arlie to think she didn't need to have Haveli with her anymore. A mistake of course and one that would be corrected once this festival of a hatching was over.

Pausing in her steps to turn and look, she was fairly certain she witnessed an Impression. The dragonet that had savaged the most, perhaps? Havevli was coming to learn that there was someone out there for everyone. The odds might actually be in her favor, though she she looked over the bloodied candidates and dragons she......actually, yes.

The odds could very much be in her favor.

medigel

JUST LETTING YOU KNOW she is still salty and is also looking for arlie

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YURASTAR

So..somehow or anything he'd managed to avoid everything. Yurastar was just on the sands where he'd been standing before, having downright magically avoided any splash damage from the rampaging dragonets or the brawls or anything else. The teen was starting to think that the sands at High Reaches were the most excellent sort of good luck charm and he wondered if there was a way for him to sneak some back home. Even a little bit of superstition that could help him get through a sevenday without incident was worth it.

He was glad when Impressions started back with loving greens finding their partners and that sort of....aggressive bronze gone too. At least he didn't have to worry there about his neck being snapped at random.  

[ShinosBee]

Finnisa
When the green wheeled about, weeping ichor to stare back towards her and the other ladies, Finnisa felt herself tense, and she found her feet in a hurry. Thankfully it did not seem keen to attack. It’d fixated on Iathe, seemingly, and she cast a glance at Zyamel as if to say, ‘If it charges, we handle it together...?’

Thabkfully for now it seemed happy to simply stare...right?

Tsunake

@Iathe

Uta

@Zyamel

 

[Uta]

Mystery Egg Two: The egg hardly seemed to move, but suddenly, a thin crack appeared. Someone was pushing at it from the inside, scrabbling at it, trying to open its shell....

Mystery Egg Three: This egg continued to tremble. Whoever was in it was shaking against the egg, causing it to sway back and forth. Suddenly a sharp crack! The suddneness, and the sound, seem to have startled the contents for it stopped shaking immediately.

Mystery Egg Four A medium sized egg that was bright yellow with pink stripes sudden started to shift and shake. A little wibble here. A little wobble there. Wibble-wobble. Wibble-wobble. Wibble-Wobble!

Mystery Egg Five And another egg, this one large, and black as soot, suddenly shifted from where it had previously been still.  

[medigel]

dhawsn

He was startled at the fierceness in her tone and didn't so much as lift a finger to try and stop her. Dhawsn was just a kitchen worker after all, a man who was starting to hit the last few hatchings he could stand for. He'd had years to find bravery but simply hadn't. So he watched as Veltanna went to the grieving woman's side, with...mixed results. At least several dragonets seemed to be Impressing, so...less danger from those. For now.

But there was still a guy dead. You never really got over that dull feeling as an outsider looking in on something so private and isolated. The circumstances were worse than normal as the attack was seemingly unprovoked, but a death was a death all the same. It wasn't the first and would sadly not be the last. Dhawsn's brows sagged under the turns of remembered sorrow on behalf of others nonetheless as he felt Fianth's touch in his mind, which he suspected wouldn't do much good. Just like he hadn't.

Daft indeed. He glanced at the remaining eggs and prayed the rest of this Hatching was smoother.

Coward as he was, Dhawsn waited until the bronze departed before gently making his way past other injured candidates. towards them. He murmured some words of encouragement, touching shoulders instinctively even as one healer gave him a look for drawing near at all and interrupting. He gave Veltanna a somber, apologetic look before turning to Kiri.

"Ma'am, uh..f'ya don' mind me askin'..." His voice was low. "Wha's his name?"

xUta

xfaesinger

 

[Sweet Symmetry]

Ruunan [HR] - 16 - he/him/his - App Woodcrafter

Each hammering heartbeat was a moment longer on the sands- a drawn out moment of agonised fear and shock. It wasn’t possible that a young man had died… it wasn’t possible that the very dragon who had hurt him would then stand upon him. No. Ruunan couldn’t believe it. He didn’t believe it.

He did believe the blood dripping from Meztli’s leg. He could see it- smell it as it hit the hot sands, leaving that iron trace in the air, and the disturbing tiny sizzle was hard to ignore. “Y-your… leg. Are you okay? I can… I can…” The boy stammered, fumbling at his robe with an automation that concealed his inner terror.

Rykin was right. Metzli was right too. Moving might provoke their anger. The young man nodded at them. Tremors ran down his body, but his hands were used to steady, methodical work, and tearing the bottom of his robes came as naturally to them as whittling. They did not require their owner’s mental input to function.

Eggs and dragons were forgotten as he proffered his fellow candidate the makeshift bandages. “I’m so sorry. It was my fault…” A shean of tears made his brown eyes gleam. It was unforgivable that he had indirectly caused this. What if Metzli never walked properly again?

“Were you hurt?” Ruunan asked Rykin, more than ready to take responsibility for any injury he might have sustained as well.

smerdle

rykin!

ShinosBee

Metzli

Quote:

Ruunan hopes he hasn’t hurt anyone but he still blames himself. <3 Not coping well.

 

[Sweet Symmetry]

Keleres [WW] - 21 - she/her/hers - JM Masseuse (spy)

The chaos seemed to be dying down- for which Keleres was more than glad, and uttered a sigh of relief. No more fighting. No more killing. Her heart still thudded heavily for the injured dragonets and candidates- eyes lingering a little moment longer on You’ll Be In My Heart Green. The poor creature had fought so valiantly against her cousins. Crucio, with her laughter, and Amortentia, with her sheepishness, did not stir quite as much sympathy in her heart. Kel didn’t want to draw attention to herself, but her mind wandered- had the whole event started from a misunderstanding? Were the dragonets more aggressive than usual because of a greater hunger, or did something scare them to their core? Another candidate’s hateful vitriol seemed to indicate that it was perhaps some candidate’s thoughts, but how accurate was that?

Hard to know. Kel was no dragon-whisperer, no expert on the matter. She merely stood and hoped they found theirs safely now. That was all she could do. She tried to think encouraging thoughts to go along with it, it’s going to be okay. You’ll all find the right rider... But somehow, she wasn’t certain the scars of the hatching would heal anytime soon. People would remember this- one way or another.

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open; Kel is worried about all of the dragonets, especially You’ll Be In My Heart Green, and is worried about the future as a whole.

 

[Dea and #Teddy#]

Zamistia

Zamistia's attention was brought back to the baby dragons for the moment, hearing the hiss from Auror, before it looked like she would work on finding her's. She remembered when she touched Auror, she could only hope the green would find her's in the crowd. She recalled Auror telling her to find comfort in the eggs and other candidates. Boy, she needed that advice right now, more than she would have realized at the time of the touching. She also caught Gryffindor coming over, seeming to be ready to protect them. The young woman could only hope there would be no more violence, that the others could impress without any issues. She even noticed one of Fianth's eggs rocking, not one she had touched. Firebolt in Rhianth's clutch seemed rearing to go from its own egg as well. A soft smile managed to come to her lips as Go the Distance was checking on his sister, her eyes flicking over to her own for a moment. Still no movement, but the healers were coming..so hopefully they could help her.

The young woman was surprised to feel a wave of comfort coming over her, looking to see where it came from. It seemed to be radiating off Fianth, she was feeling a little better after that. Her eyes returned to her friends, hearing Shar say Riz would have to wait until the healers or his dragon found him. Oh, how she hoped that Riz would get his dragon, that would be so wonderful. If she could will it into existence, she would, but all she could do was hope for the best for her friend...for all of her friends. If the healers came first, would his dragon still be able to get to him? With the comfort still flowing through her, she took a deep breath and walked to Riz's other side. She knew Shar was helping, but maybe they could get Riz standing a little longer together. Her small frame might not be as much help, but she was determined to do what she could. So gently draped his arm on that side over her small shoulder and placed a supportive hand on his back.

"I will do my..best, Shar. For everyone that...was hurt. And Nala, we..probably could, but Riz...is stubborn. He won't move until...he knows everyone is...safe,"Misty reminded gently. She may have not known them long, but she knew enough about what her friends were like. Riz would protect them, whether he was hurt or not. She heard a hiss and looked to see the hurt green that had attacked some of the candidates. A shiver ran up her spine and her fears started to surface, was it going to attack again? No, it seemed that it was distracted elsewhere. Not only that, but some eggs were starting to shake, none of them she recognized. Her eyes saw Crucio still somewhere too, she thought she better reach out for some mental support.

Cozellath...I need you. Tizzy is hurt and..so are two of..my friends,she thought, hoping somehow the green would pick up on the feelings she was projecting. She was never sure how it worked when you weren't bonded to the dragon, but she needed the green right now. She wondered if she might be bad luck to those around her.

SilverLutz

Hattaki

Prism Shine

magnadearel

Thaliawen

 

[Tsunake]

Iathe - Impression post!

Of course Zyamel found time to flirt. Iathe was about to fix her with a dry sort of stare when someone else joined their company... someone that had her flushing to the roots of her hair. She whipped around and away from Finnisa, focusing pointedly on the hatchlings even as she strangled her braid in her hands. Shards and flaming shells, of all the people-- "Yes," She forced herself to say, and she was proud that her voice didn't sound strangled in the slightest. "Much better." One foolish slip of self-control, and she woke up to find herself in bed with the woman... Weyrborn though she was, Iathe had somewhat peculiar views when it came to herself.

Then, the sands erupted into chaos. Flashbacks of the Spooky clutch hit her hard, but it was a bronze that was responsible for death this time--and apparently not out of any sort of frenzy or rage. Perhaps the boy had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Iathe found herself gritting her teeth with fury. She had no doubt that the foolish stray thoughts of other Candidates were responsible, and even now, two greens were lashing out in fury at anyone and everyone they could reach.

How? She found herself thinking, her jaw aching from how hard she was snarling to herself. How could she stop bad behavior if there was nothing she could see to stop? Quick as a flash, one green snapped past, laying Finnisa open and trampling her for her trouble.

Though the girl had managed to get to her feet, Iathe still stepped forward, her eyes blazing. "Are you alright?" She demanded, acutely aware of the pain she could feel. Shards, it all hurt, and frustration simmered in her, just barely controlled. The warmth of something touched her mind, and Iathe reached back without thinking, not wanting anyone to worry. ...it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. She jerked for a moment, her brows knotting sharply with confusion.

And slowly, she turned her head. There--the green that had battled her cousin and was now laying down in the sands by herself. I may not sparkle like some queen but you will always and only ever be Mine. As sharp as those words were, she could feel the fear that surged underneath them, quickly buried beneath bristles and snapping fangs. Iathe I will tear down every gold in the sky if it means you will not look at them with more desire than your Skerath. Give me your heart, and I will shine for you. Always.

Iathe had began to step away from the two others without thinking, her eyes fixed only on the exhausted, hurt baby who had pointedly removed herself from the rest. As she grew closer, that undercurrent of fear grew stronger, threads of spiky anger winding around it as though in defiance. Skerath's eyes never left hers, however, as though afraid to blink. "I meant what I said," She spoke firmly in a voice that did not waver, despite the knot of fear mirrored in her own belly. "No matter what color... no matter what dragon is meant for me, I will be great. I will help the Weyr..." Her voice broke for a moment, and she paused to compose herself, kneeling unsteadily towards the wounded dragon. "I would not trade you for any queen in the world, Skerath. You are mine." The words were almost a hiss, and anger threatened to consume her. She had hurt the one most important to her with her sharding desire for a sparkling hide--

The dragonet clumsily scrambled to her feet, shoving Iathe hard enough with her head that the woman almost toppled. No. We have both caused hurt, and we will not apologize! We will be better than any of them, because we are together! Her eyes blazed a mixture of red and purple hues, whirling even as she bared her bloody fangs. Iathe reached out out to catch that perfectly shaped head, not intimidated in the slightest. "We will," She agreed softly. "But we need to take care of your wounds. And feed you." She added, able to feel the ravenous hunger emanating from the newly hatched green.

She rose, one hand always on the dragon that kept close to her side. One did not lead the other. Together, they walked to the feeding tables, and they would never again be alone.

Shinosbee

Uta

meepfur

vague acknowledgement, but then Iathe has a distract.