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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 24, 2009 18:23:24 GMT -5
OOC: Because I'm bored waiting for Phly to come back and post!
Generally, golds did not abandon their clutches. But Ista's Gather square extended onto the beach and, well.
The queen had had the ill judgment to lay this one just at the edge of it, and she and her fair had not been able to chase people away from the almost-ready eggs. So, instead, she had tried to conceal them under sand.
It would have worked were it not for the various tame firelizards, several of whom noticed a lump of sand move, then another...and a quiet hum began to start up, accompanied by various tugs on clothing.
Of course, the eggs chose to hatch right after the evening meal, and just as dancing was about to begin. An extra, unplanned bonus for the Gather goers.
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Post by phlysolo on Feb 26, 2009 1:00:10 GMT -5
OoC: Ironically enough it is PHLY who replies first. <3 Reine.
IC:
A Gather. Fantastic. Lenia honestly hadn't wanted to leave the Weyr at all for the Istan party, but, strangely enough, it was the bronze Weyrling K'ton who had eventually convinced her that it might be worthwhile to go. He himself could not, as Ytelth still showed some signs of uber dependency that some young dragons had, even at his age. From what Lenia recalled, the dragons from Lyeth's first Clutch were seven months old, going on eight. Good for them.
It was strange. Even with her kitten Chistery, even with Midna, even with the rare conversations she had with some of the "old bunch," Lenia still felt...wrong about the whole Hatching. She'd seen that...whore bluerider, though of course, if it had been she who'd Impressed that blue, her opinion would be much different. Still, it hadn't been her and she'd been forced to sit back and watch as the first female rider of a blue got to literally test their wings under the unusual circumstances. From what she gathered, the Weyr was quite accepting of the matter, though it was utterly different for the Holders. A female bluerider was absolutely scandalous.
Still, chasing after Chistery kept her pretty busy and she had noted that when Lyeth was being bathed just a day or two ago, she was looking surprisingly shinny and had appeared to be flirting outrageously with the couple of bronzes and browns around. Her Flight was probably immenent and while that should have elated Lenia, it actually unnerved her. What if she wasn't good enough the second time around?
Before her mind drove down that avenue, a drunken holder barreled right into, spilling his ale all over her.
"You flaming dimglow!" She howled after him, shaking her fist at him as the man stumbled away, screaming insults back at her.
"Eeeasy now, lassy!" Came a banteringly happy voice behind her. Lenia spun, glaring at the new comer, a fat and rich looking man with an expanding paunch.
"I'm sure that you'll find a way to forget about your little wet problem!" The man said happily, his smile widening as she began to open her mouth with an angry retort.
"'Lizard Eggs are a-Hatchin'!" He said and without asking her permission, he grabbed her arm and hauled her to the gathering Holders as the firelizards humming pitched upwards, signaling the start of a Hatching.
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Post by zenith on Feb 26, 2009 15:19:20 GMT -5
Tehnel was wandering around the gather, rather bored for the moment as she munched on a pickle. It was a huge pickle ... almost as big as her forearm. Or, rather, it had been. It was about half that long, now. She'd been eating on it all day, and it was starting to make her feel a little ill on the insides. Which put her in a rather dismal mood, to be sure.
But faithful as always, Spirit was walking along behind his person, tail pointed upward before kinking off to one side in a strange looking curl at the very end. His big, yellow eyes saw everything, whilst keeping track of the ever-moving ankles of his person.
And then he stopped, one paw up in the air. Ears swiveling, the feline looked off to his left, in the direction that most of the local flitters were dissappearing to. His sensitive ears also picked up on the humm. He recognised that hum ... that humm meant happy things to most people. Even his pet got happy around that hum. And he was quite aware that his human was not exactly happy at the moment.
Time to remedy that!
Spirit set his foot down, and opened his mouth breifly, revealing his big teeth. Larger and longer than most tame felines, it was always a shock to see his pearly whites. "Mrow?" He stated, simply.
Hearing Spirit say something, Tehnel paused, and turned around to look down into his giant, yellow gaze. "What is it?" She asked, oblivious to anything else that might have been happening. She really was starting to consider throwing the dratted pickle away, even though she'd paid good marks for it. What had ever given her the notion she could eat it, she had no idea.
Spirit looked off to the left again. "Mrow." He stated, blandly, before turning and slinking off in that direction. The direction of the kink in his tail changing from one side to the other. Obviously, he expected her to follow.
Heaving a sigh, Tehnel followed. "Feline." She grumbled, shoving through the crowd when she had to, to keep up with her pet. "Spirit! Where are you going?!" She demanded. "Get out of my way!" She snapped, shoving at a rather large bulk of someone who was considerably older than her.
Worming through the crowd, she couldn't help but notice that it was getting thicker. Where was her feline going?! But somehow, he always stayed in sight, almost as if he expected her to follow him through the press of people. She never noticed the humm, focused on the retreating tail of her pet.
Spirit stopped, when he broke the line of people that was gathering around the mound of moving sand. "Mrow." He stated, again.
Tehnel broke through, right behind him. She spotted the mound, and then the flitters, and then heard the sound. She hissed, much akin to a feline. "Spirit!" She called, before turning around to leave. But the press of people was even thicker, now, and she couldn't get away.
Frustrated, she turned around again, and glared down at the back of her grey-on-grey tabby feline. Spirit never noticed. Or, if he did, he didn't betray it. Spirit sat there on the sand, and wrapped his long tail around his haunches, big yellow eyes locked on that pile of moving sand.
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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 27, 2009 23:21:23 GMT -5
Two eggs cracked then hatched simultaneously, without any good guess as to which was actually first. And already there was a clear indication that this clutch, too, was affected.
While one of the hatchlings was a perfectly ordinary brown, the second was midnight black, seeming as dark as any black runner until the light caught it, and blue shimmers were revealed. Dark blues were seen, but this dark? No, this was a midnight firelizard, a deep colored treasure who's hide reminded of the dark of night, and while the brown hesitated?
The midnight was on his way, very quickly, heading straight for...Lenia. Apparently, she was in his way, but when he realized that, he squawked. Oh, hey! She had a green with her! Maybe he'd stick around, especially if she had food.
OOC: Neeed more charries in this!
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Post by zenith on Feb 28, 2009 11:12:38 GMT -5
Finding herself well and pinned, Tehnel scowled at her feline friend ... or at least, he was supposed to be her friend! And then turned her attention to the clutch. Her eyebrows rose, when she saw the exceedingly dark little baby flitter emerge. Fiery shards!! This might be interesting to witness first hand, after all.
For lack of anything better to do with herself, Tehnel piled up on the sand, crosslegged, next to her sentinel-like feline friend. Spirit just sat there, staring at the little flitters and the unhatched eggs, as if he expected them to turn purple and sprout mushrooms or something.
Or mice, one or the other.
Tehnel draped an arm around the body of her long and lanky feline, and stroked his side idly, watching with interest now as the eggs rocked busily. What would pop out next? Under the acceptance and attention of his person, Spirit began to purr heavily, almost but not quite mimicing the sound of the humm coming from the flitters in the area.
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Attracted to the commotion that was causing a tight knot of people off to the end of the gather, Malchan wandered over. He was tall ... but not quite tall enough to be seeing past the heads and shoulders of so many people. At something that was apparently on the ground.
"Klar." Malchan said, to the brown flitter on his shoulder. "Go take a peep for me." the healer ordered.
Klar peeped affirmation of the order, and took wing, zipping over the heads of the other people, to the hatching. Landing on the sand there and ruffling his wings, he sat down there and took up the hum, adding his voice to the resonation.
When Klar failed to come back, Malchan started shoving to get in through the ring of gather-goers. If someone was hurt, they needed to let him through!! Why hadn't Klar come back to him, or at least told him what was going on??!
Reaching the second inner layer of people, Malchan paused, now able to see what was going on: a flitter hatching! He heaved a sigh, eyes locked on his pesky brown. So much for being well trained. But, this being a hatching, Malchan couldn't exactly hold it against him. Draconics were just that way ... hatchings took all thier attention.
"Klar." Malchan issued, ordering the flitter back. The brown ignored him, though, instead chirping at the young flitters and urging them to go find someone to feed them. Minepets were quite nice, after all! Even if they did want you to do things for them, from time to time. And they always had nice places to sun, or curl up and sleep. Nice, fuzzy, warm places.
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