Valar Morghulis [Hatching]

[Lark]

So then there were three hatchlings on the sands. The Queen stared after the blue as he interacted with his newly bonded, snorting in disdain at the intolerable actions the male had provided. That was their kind though, always so weak thinking they knew the real meaning of power. Tossing her head back and rattling her wings almost as a warning to The Wolf, The Queen yellow-green hatchling stalked closer. She needed to scold this pup, and then she was going to take that little bird and use her, maybe she would be useful if she wasn't entirely air-headed.

The Lady simply watched her siblings face off, little body wrapped around a rocking egg as she tapped on it eagerly. Come out, come out. There were fun things to be had and they all needed to come and enjoy them! Nudging The Warrior who had started to hatch when the amethyst had, the little female trilled a high note when the egg finally split and knocked her on the head. Ow! That really wasn't proper you know, you shouldn't be so clumsy! Whining at her sibling, the amethyst nuzzled the newly hatched Warrior green and pushed her to her feet, helping the other fighter to take her first steps.

Just like that, that's right...no, don't go over there and....sighing and positively wilting at the sight of The Warrior green racing over to her bronze brother, The Lady amethyst followed on the newly hatched dragon's tail. This was bad, it was very, very bad. Their brother was a great and powerful King though, surely he wouldn't let anything bad happen to them! Groaning as said male realized his little siblings had joined him once more, the bronze opened his wings wide to shield them both from sight of The Queen.

One was perfectly okay with this, the little amethyst snuggling up close under and next to her larger brother. The other however was not having any of it. Darting around the extended bronze wing, The Warrior gave a high pitched baby's cry and went galloping toward The Queen who abruptly flared her wings and sent the newer green turning on her heels and racing across the sands toward the candidates. Through the females and males they went, dodging behind one candidate while the other tried to catch up. No one could tell anymore who was in this dance, only that they were performing it, and both were lashing out though The Warrior was the one who was doing so in glee.

After a moment The Wolf forcefully pushed The Lady into the crowd of candidates not near the fighting greens, barking at her and pointing his tail at the humans as if to convey a very clear message. Get yourself a rider, now. The amethyst bowed her head and then licked his shoulder lovingly before racing off in the opposite direction of the fighting, skidding to a stop before walking much more lady-like the last few steps toward a few candidates. Hers was here, she was certain...they had been so kind to her, so very nice. Ah!

Lucian! Could you not have found me sooner, or at least made it easier? Fighting is about to break out, and it's quite unpleasant.

Primly fixing her wings behind her back, the little amethyst waited a moment before ducking head as if somewhat ashamed and looked over at the fighting before turning back to her chosen rider.

Of course, your Sayejth did not mean to offend. You came at the right time...or I found you...

Oh bother...had she really already forgotten how she had impressed?

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SANSA AMETHYST-LUCIAN "Elessar"

Name: Sayejth
Based on: Sansa Stark
Color: Amethyst
Hex Codes: f97a7d, dc88a2, 6a1822, f6deed
Size: 20 feet
Personality:
Sayejth is nothing if not a proper little lady, gentle and quiet. It goes deeper than that though. Where some of her brothers and sisters wear their minds or their physical prowess as their “armor”, she has her courtesies and her manners to use instead. Unfortunately, Sayejth can easily look like an easy target because of this, and she is not the type to go and offend someone openly. She will have to learn subtly as she ages, and perhaps she will always remain innocent and kind enough to never be truly mean or self-serving, but for Sayejth that is okay. For the amethyst, that is enough. She likes to sing her pretty songs and to mimic what others have told her. Sometimes she literally will just repeat sentences and phrases she has heard. She values the beliefs and opinions of her Queens and Kings, and she follows them to the letter. Sayejth has high hopes herself, though she knows many of them will never come true. She can’t help but look up to her gentle mother Majoriith, the strong and perfect Ehtyraith, the sweet and caring Sub-Queen that is her sister. They are true females in her mind, and they are what she strives to be. She does love singing though, and dancing and music of all kinds. Festivities will always make her happy as well.

Meanwhile, The Wolf had joined the fray between The Warrior and The Queen. Darting around a male candidate, the bronze tried to lash out at the yellow-green hatchling, hissing at her to stay away from the white-green dragonet that was newly hatched. Did The Queen have no honor? Why would she hurt one of her own siblings? Disgusted, the bronze batted The Warrior out of the way, sending her skidding a few lengths away and shaking the impact off with a joyous warble before running back into the midst of it much to her larger sibling's dismay.

Couldn't you just stay out of this already? The Queen took the moment to barrel over another candidate on her way to The Wolf, but was stopped as a loud crack split the air revealing another hatchling. This one was The Flower, and the delicate shell cascaded around the newest dragonet like petals as she raised her head to look at the other three dragonets frozen mid-battle. Oh? What was this? Such terrible things were going on here. Come now, there was nothing to fight about. Kings and Queens, they were all under the same major influences were they not? They needed to do what was best to tend their gardens, not to make themselves grow more powerful.

It seemed like a direct insult to The Queen who snorted at the newest dragonet, but honestly could do little in way of fighting her right now. After all, it was not smart to make an enemy out of a Sub-Queen; and this was a "true" Queen, not some strange new happenstance like that female garnet. Snorting unhappily, the yellow-green hatchling backed off and slunk away from the candidates, the obsidian watching her carefully all the while before the moved her dark body toward The Wolf and Warrior.

Such courageous warriors she had. Now young King, go find yours, she would watch the two greens and handle things from here. Giving a flick of his head, the bronze hesitated for a moment before finally stepping closer to The Warrior and giving her a gentle touch of his muzzle to her neck before moving on to what remained of the frightened and angered candidates. After all, if some dragonets had just been playing meat-shield with you, you really would not be too happy now would you?

Sighing almost in embarrassment at the mess he and the others had caused, and yet a secret part of him coursed with pride at his victory, the bronze turned angry eyes on the blue he had warred with before.

Step away from my rider brother.

His voice was even but the cold of an icy winter as it slithered into not just the blue's mind, but his chosen human's as well. He made no move quite yet to go to that person, instead staring the blue down before finally padding over, wagging his tail happily and licking the young woman's hand fondly.

Your Zyrakuth will fight where he is needed Malta, will you?

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ROBB BRONZE-MALTA "Kite"

Name: Zyrakuth
Based on: Robb Stark
Color: Bronze
Hex Codes: 978649, 8d7f58, 5b5400, 727f5a, dbd9ac, a38877
Size: 43 feet
Personality:
Zyrakuth is definitely a big brother, and he is one to just about everyone he meets. Are you upset? Do you need a shoulder to cry on? First he will give you that, and then he’ll beat up whoever made you sad in the first place. Or, he will at least give them a firm talking to. He tries to treat everyone evenly himself though, caring little for color or power or anything else. He wants equality among not just his siblings, but everyone in the Weyr and believes in a Weyr system where ranking is based off of merit like it is in Rindell. The male is incredibly loving of his clutchmates though, especially The Warrior and The Lady. Even his extended “family”, his Weyr as his mother so often reminds him, is something that he takes great care to protect and watch over. They are his brothers, his sisters, his friends and as much a part of him as his rider. The bronze is quite accepting of what he sees, and he is strategic and calm most of the time. Yet, he is still a bronze, and he does have that defiant and youthful streak that many young bronzes have. He will most likely grow out of it, but for the time being it is not uncommon for him to jump the gun so to speak, or to focus more on flirting than on lessons.

[Zero]

Then the world seemed to erupt around them. Gaius hardly had time to blink before suddenly two little greens, one after the other, barreled past him and through the crowd of candidates. He had tried to jump back out of their way, but a whipping tail snapped at his ankle and threw him to the sands where he landed hard on his back and succeeded in reopening the fresh cut to his arm. A string of violent curses left him as the two dragonets flew past, spraying him with sand. Were those two fighting or was this some sort of game? Scowling, Gaius pulled himself back to his feet and brushed himself off, turning back to the clutch just in time to see the Flower hatch into-was that an obsidian?!

Eyes wide he followed the little sub queens movements as she tried to exert her influence over her warring siblings. Well it seemed this clutch just had a never ending supply of surprises. None, however, as big as what happened next. With the previous amethyst having already, and quickly Impressed, it seemed the bronze wolf was on the move and he wasn’t headed for the males either. Malta, seemed to be his chosen one, and Gaius found himself grinning broadly at the newly bonded pair. His previous anger over being nearly trampled by two hatchlings all but forgotten as he watched the girl, he considered a friend, Impress. The girl he had met who was so nervous of walking off these sands alone was now leaving with not just a dragon, but a very handsome bronze at that. A good match. He made the mental note to find her later and offer his congratulations to the new rider.

So many surprises. So many yet unhatched eggs. Brushing the remaining sand from his robes, Gaius clamped his hand over his bleeding arm to try and stop the flow of blood once more. What sort of events would unfold next? What else did these eggs have in store for them?

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[Akira]

Pandora looked up when she heard beating wings, and watched quietly as the Weyrling Master landed. Greetings Ryiah, Morideth. Not much, except that we have a new sub-queen now, a garnet sub-queen to be exact. That and a brown that’s smaller than most blue’s I’ve seen. Pandora nodded to the other woman as she spoke, wondering why she had been late. Oh well, most of the candidates had been late, so what would it matter if their Master was also late? Guarximuth crooned a soft greeting to Morideth as the obsidian female landed, still torn between listening to his rider and going to his mate.

[Kitsuneko]

Faranth, things were happening fast in this Hatching, weren't they? As Laila watched, the ameythyst hatchling curled around another egg and seemed to be encouraging it to hatch as well; before long, a second green appeared, and this one seemed to be quite lively, racing towards her bronze brother immediately. She smiled--it was sweet, the way the bronze tried to shield his siblings from harm.

The new green wasn't content with that, apparently, for she went after the Queen with a cry. Laila gasped as the two started fighting--and again when they barreled through the crowd of candidates. This time, fortunately, she was fast enough to avoid the wings and tails and claws of the hatchlings, though it wasn't easy. There were enough other candidates around her that it was sort of difficult to move easily; she was sure she bumped into at least one or two of her fellows as she tried to maneuver.

In fact, she was so busy trying to dodge dragon babies that she completely missed the Impression of the Lady amethyst. She saw the small female with one of the male candidates after the worst of the chaos was over, and quickly masked a bitter frown. She didn't really expect the Lady to choose her, but she had kind of been hoping...Oh well, maybe her dragon was still on the sands somewhere.

As it was, when things finally settled down again, the Queen was now facing off against the Wolf, and another egg was splitting with a loud crack. It drew Laila's attention, along with, apparently, the Queen's. That was the Flower egg, wasn't it? She'd quite liked that egg as well, and the mind inside had seemed quite nice. Hopefully the fighting would die down a little. She was surprised to see an obsidian emerge from the egg, but to the sub-queen's credit, she appeared to disapprove of her sibilngs' behavior as well. All she had to do was stare at the Queen, and the green backed down with a snort.

Now, finally, it was the bronze's turn to choose his rider, and apparently, he had already made his choice. Laila had largely disregarded the blue after his Impression; she only just now noticed that he had knocked another candidate to the ground, and Laila recognized her as Malta, another candidate who had helped in the Apolla fire. She couldn't help but wonder why the blue had knocked her over, not to mention what the bronze was doing there now, but that at least quickly became clear. The bronze had Impressed to Malta? A woman? Could that even happen? Not that this was actually the first instance of that happening at Trelis, but Laila, having only arrived months ago, couldn't have known that.

[kite]

Malta was oblivious to the rest of the Hatching. She simply couldn't take her eyes off of the Blue and trust that he wouldn't remove her head from her shoulders. That was well enough. It took all her concentration to keep herself appearing relaxed, prevent her muscles from cork-screwing themselves into useless, nervous knots. She was very close to the vicious hatchling, too close to really expect to do much if he struck, but she was willing to wager she might get her vitals out of his reach. It was new, having to calmly consider losing a significant portion of her flesh to this demanding little fool.

It was even possible her life was at stake; she wouldn't be the first Candidate to die at a Hatching, not by a long shot. It was just rather...different to hear of someone being torn apart than it was to stand here and wonder if you were about to be. She heard Shale's furious shriek from above, and desperately sent the strongest mental command she'd ever given him to stay away. She felt more than saw him slewing upwards with another frustrated scream, swearing dire consequences to the Blue if he dared touch his girl. Still, he obeyed, circling well out of reach of any of the young dragons.

Step away from my Rider, brother.

The voice was icy calm, sliding into her mind inexorably, like cold water into a holed ship. She sank into him, and there was warmth beneath the chill warning. Zyrakuth. She knew his name as well as she knew her own, and she forgot the Blue entirely as she turned her head to look at the Bronze. Her eyes went incredulously wide. A Bronze? No. Surely he'd just been speaking to everyone. Surely he hadn't Chosen her.

But he was moving towards her steadily, and his voice was again in her head. Your Zyrakuth will fight where he is needed. Malta, will you? His tail traced an affectionate pattern, his snout bumped her hand, and she looked into his eyes, whirling with more colors than she had names for. "Zyrakuth," she breathed, her other hand joining the first on his muzzle, running along the dark pattern that crossed his face. It almost looked like snowflakes, magnified. None of him looked like any Bronze she'd ever seen. He was almost iron-grey, shading greenish in places, and the edges of his wings flushed near-gold. In short, he was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen.

The Bronze moved easily between his Rider and his angry brother, locking his whirling eyes with the Blue. Mine will help Yours, Vorith, but you will not touch her. His muzzle wrinkled back to flash a dangerous reminder of teeth at the smaller Blue. You are my brother, he told Vorith, almost gently, And Yours is hurt. We could do no less.

Malta had a hand on Zyrakuth's flank, unable to stop touching him for fear he would disappear. As he spoke, sharing his words with her, she gave him another incredulous look; ten minutes old, and he was already shocking her. "We could do less," she disagreed, earning herself a disapproving rumble. No, Mine. He is family, he corrected her firmly, You'll help His. He needs it. Zyrakuth's tone made it clear he thought the discussion was quite over.

It seemed better not to argue. Malta stepped warily around the Blue, approaching Koroniket. "Zyrakuth insists," she said, by way of explanation, turning her attention to his thigh. It was a nasty slash, and Malta was willing to guess it had been at his dragon's claws. What a lovely way to start a lifelong relationship. Matter-of-factly, she set her hands to her own over-sized Robes and tore a strip free, with some effort. The cloth was sturdy stuff, but she doggedly pulled off another. She'd tie a tourniquet, just in case, and suture him once they got off the Sands. She'd left her bag to one side; hopefully it was still there. "Apply pressure with this," she instructed him stiffly, "And I'll tie this here. Then we'll have to get off the Sands; I'm not going to suture you here, and Zyrakuth needs fed."

The Bronze rumbled his pleased approval. Everyone could get along, surely. They were all family, after all...but he was awfully hungry. Maybe his family could get a move on.

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[taylor]

Oh this little tart thought she could boss him around, did she? As if some woman could control a king! Vorith roared at Malta, the noise not, perhaps, as impressive as he might have liked - not as impressive as he was sure he would be once he had grown into the glorious king he would become. It expressed his displeasure, however. You will do as I say. Your clumsiness is no concern of mine, and unless you wish to be held responsible for the death of one far greater than you, you will do as I command now. Now! He repeated that last bit, just in case there was any misunderstandings.

And then his brother had to show up. Oh he thought he was sooo special, with his properly colored hide, didn't he? Like he was somehow better than Vorith just because their mother had decided to play favorites when she was handing out genes. No no. That would not stand. Vorith spread his wings, pulling himself up as large as he could and snarling at the bronze. You will remember that you are younger than me, baby brother. Your "rider", the title was spoken with enough disdain to make it clear that Vorith did not approve of this woman riding a king is an impertinent child who would rather cling to some delusion of pride than do her duty to Pern and the weyr.

And then the bronze was informing Vorith that Malta would help Ko'o. Good. Good to see his orders were being respected. And that, of course, was what was happening here. It wasn't that the bronze had some remarkable level of patience or charity, no no. It was all Vorith. Vorith and his regal command of those around him. He inclined his head briefly in a nod. I'm pleased you have seen reason, younger brother. He looked to his downed rider. This girl will help you, Ko'o.

Ko'o ignored the short exchange between Malta and her dragon, but when she said that he had insisted, he couldn't help glaring. "Oh he insists, does he? Well I don't know how you would know that, given that you are, as far as I can tell, female and he is a bronze. My bronze, in fact, before this bastard stole me." He now transferred his glare to Vorith. It was the first acknowledgement that he was Vorith's - rightfully or no - and so the blue was far from bothered.

Ko didn't much like Malta bossing him around - shouldn't she just be taking care of him? Not acting like he was meant to be doing work? "Apply pressure"? If he was going to do that himself, what was even the point of her existence? For once, though, he was silent. He was in pain, she was a healer (assuming Vorith had chosen correctly - he actually didn't even remember this person's name, let alone craft), and he was willing to behave for a short while if it meant not dying. He pressed his hand hard against the slash, instantly releasing the pressure with a loud "shardit that hurts!"

Vorith sat down, giving Ko'o a stern glare. You will do as this healergirl says, Mine. I don't want you dead.

"Well maybe you should have thought of that earlier, before you threw your little hissy fit." Ko'o pressed his hand once again on the wound, though. He did shoot a glare at Malta, however. "For a healer - and a woman, for that matter - you're not very good at making me feel better."

[taylor]

Rineska had been watching all the hatching drama with increasingly wide eyes. She'd been reluctant to sit in the stands away from her mother even before the bloodshedding and screaming had started. That urge certainly hadn't gone away. When she'd seen that her mother had Impressed - to a pretty thing, though she wasn't sure of the color - she'd wanted to run down to the Sands to hug them both. She'd been held back, though. As the sands grew bloodier and murmurs about her mother's dragon's color and the bronzeriding woman and the tiny brown and... Well, as the murmurs in general grew louder, she just wanted even more to be with her mom.

So when she saw her babysitter watching the new bronze pair with particular intensity, Rineska slipped away and sprinted to the railing. "Mom!" Kariss' head jerked up just in time to see her five turn old daughter grab the railing, swing herself under it, and land on the sands nearby.

"Rineska!" Kariss turned quickly to look at the gold mother. Sure, they were at the feeding station, not exactly in the middle of the clutch, but she'd heard how golds could be...

Rineska wove around the newly impressed pairs and the tables holding bowls of meat, running to throw her arms around her mother. "Mom, you got a dragon! But then people were talking and there's lots of blood and screaming and I thought hatchings were supposed to be happy, mom, but they aren't!" Eyes filling with tears, Rineska stared up at her mother, still clinging to her.

That is because the dragons at this hatching are fools. Things will be better soon. You'll see. I will make them better. Nalsulath spoke with complete confidence, her soothing tone sounding in both Kariss' and Rineska's minds.

The shock of this baby dragon speaking to her startled Rineska somewhat out of her distress, and she pulled away from her mother a tiny bit to look at the dragon. The two young creatures looked at each other for a long while, assessing, and then Rineska spoke matter-of-factly. "You're pretty." She was quiet a moment longer and then launched into a volley of questions. "Can I feed you? Do I get to take care of you? Am I allowed to live with you and my mom? Are you gonna make babies? People were saying you're not a topaz, you're a garnet, but garnets are only boys like him." She pointed to J'skull's bonded. "But you're a girl. Right?"

Nalsulath blinked once, slowly, and then looked to Kariss, somewhat overwhelmed by the onslaught. She spoke carefully, like she was tiptoeing through a mine field. I am female, yes. I am a queen. Or...a "sub-queen", I suppose. She wrinkled her nose delicately at the term she'd plucked from Kariss' mind. She disliked it. It felt like she was being placed below "real" queens, when she felt she was at least her mother's equal, if not her superior. As there have been no others of my kind, I don't expect we'll know whether or not I'll lay eggs until the time comes. We shall see. You...may feed me. As for the rest, I do not know.

Rineska had largely stopped listening at "you may feed me", and so she wasn't too concerned about what her role in her mother's life would be in the coming two turns. Instead, she just let go of Kariss and reached up to grab the bowl of meat from her, quickly selecting a piece and offering it to the sub-queen.

Kariss gave the two a rueful smile. "I was being too slow, huh?" Nalsulath simply nodded as she accepted the offering from the child.

[kite]

Malta winced slightly at the Blue's roar, thin and reedy though it was, but his ridiculous words brought a stronger reaction. "Clumsiness?" she demanded, lifting a brow. Was it possible he was simply too stupid to remember, or was he merely stupid enough to think she didn't know how it had happened? "You are a child and a fool," she informed him succinctly, her tones clipped. She couldn't even begin to address the ridiculous bit about him being 'far greater' than she, whether he meant himself or his Rider. As far as she could tell, the boy was as worthless as his dragon.

Zyrakuth listened patiently to his brother, ignoring the Blue's snarls for the sake of peace. Age matters very little, particularly when it is measured in minutes, he answered patiently, but his tone was beginning to take on a ragged edge, Do not speak so of my Rider. I do not insult your choice. He glanced at the boy, who was sprawling on the ground as though entirely helpless. When Vorith spoke again, Zyrakuth heaved a heavy sigh. He was quite positive arguing would get him nowhere, and so skipped it; better to get his brother's Chosen taken care of so that he could fill his belly.

Malta was careful to keep Zyrakuth between herself and the Blue, trusting his greater size to protect them both. Kneeling by Ko'o, she was less than surprised to see him glaring at her. Of course he wasn't a reasonable, intelligent human being; he'd been Chosen by that rude little prat, after all. Should have known. Be patient, Mine, Zyrakuth counseled her, and she heaved a sigh of her own. "Right, right," she gestured impatiently for him to be quiet, "He couldn't possibly have chosen me, you're infinitely superior, and that Blue is definitely not yours. Any other points you'd like to make?" Reluctantly, she bent her attention back to his leg. Maybe she could grind some sand in there without anyone noticing.

"That means push on it," she explained condescendingly, as if he were very stupid, and when he followed her orders and screamed like a baby, she rolled her eyes, "Really, you must want to bleed out." Every word dripped with disdain; she'd make no secret of how little she thought of him, even if she would help. That was for Zyrakuth's sake, she reminded herself grimly. The wound wasn't nearly bad enough for the fool to bleed out -more's the pity, she thought, earning herself a displeased look from the Bronze- but she felt no compunction over making him worry a little.

When he criticized her, yet again, she gave up. "Would you prefer I tended to your hurt feelings, or your leg?" she asked, sitting back on her heels, the picture of innocence despite her scathing tone, "I'll leave that choice in your capable hands." And with that, she simply folded her hands in her lap and looked at him, her features schooled into lines of polite inquiry. She wanted nothing more than to be done with this whiny boy, so well-matched to his tantrum-prone dragon. All she could think of was food, as Zyrakuth's intense hunger trickled through their bond. With a silent apology, he tried to suppress the feeling, but she looked his way, shaking her head in short negation. She'd feed him soon enough, and if Ko'o continued to be difficult, soon enough would come even sooner. There wouldn't be so much as a flicker of regret to trouble her conscience if she simply got up and walked away from the boy; it was only the thought that Zyrakuth would feel differently that kept her here. Faranth, was he really changing her that quickly? She had no idea how, but somehow, she didn't really mind.

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[Lark]

Alright then, those two were dealt with. The Flower dragonet eyed The Queen as she slunk in and out of shadows on the other end, eyes glowing a bright red in the darkness before they calmed to more neutral colors. Good, The Flower thought, she was behaving herself. That's all the obsidian was asking for. Turning to The Warrior, the sub-queen barked a playful note at the green who wagged her tail before faking a dodge to the side.

To some they may still be holding their breath, and this may look like fighting. However, soon enough it was clear it was all for play. Around and around they went like two canine pups at having fun, playing with one another as they danced across the sands. This way, no, no not near The Queen little flower, come back over here. The Flower was doing more than just bonding with her fellow hatchling though, the obsidian was smart and she was playing her right toward the candidates.

One near-hit, for none of the playful cuffs and whacks actually touched on the obsidian's part though they did at times on the green's, the pale Warrior lost her footing and toppled down. For a moment after, The Flower jerked as if she was going to make to save her, but crooned instead when she noticed the little green's eyes were changing color to rainbows. She had fallen at her rider's feet, and the green was wagging her tail still splayed out on her back as she opened her jaws into a draconic grin.

Oh! Hello there MotokiMine. I was just playing with my sister and I found you, that was sototallyawesome! Swift as a gust of wind, quiet as a shadow, that's how I've been since the start of this fight.

Looking back over at her obsidian sister as she righted herself, the green shook out her wings and turned back to her rider.

There is something you should understand though Mine, I am not a lady, or a Queen. I am Ayrayeth…anything else, that’s just not me.

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ARYA GREEN-MOTOKI *Akira*

Name: Ayrayeth
Based on: Arya Stark
Color: Green
Hex Codes: e0f9e8, a1b2a7, 063614, 43ba67
Size: 18 feet
Personality:
Little Ayrayeth is as wild and free and untamable as a stray canine or the wild horses of Terran legend and myth. Nothing can hold her back, and though she may just be a little “flit” of a dragon at times, crushed beneath the larger and more domineering colors, Ayrayeth still has a way of climbing and squeezing past it all. Unlike some of her female clutchmates, Ayrayeth does not know how to use womanly wiles, or how to be lady-like and soft. She is just who she is, and she likes what she likes. The green wants to get messy, have fun, go on adventures, and play with the other dragons. War interests her, as does strategy and training, and she would be a good dragon for a future Weyrlingmaster one day. She learns things quickly as well, and for those things that she does not pick up as fast, she works at them day in and day out until they are right. She is quite innocent though, and there will always be a part of her that is childish. There will always be a part of her that loves to cause trouble, and oh yes this mischievous green does like her trouble. Be it playing pranks or setting traps for her clutchsiblings and the other dragons and creatures in the Weyr, she enjoys a good laugh…as long as it does not hurt someone else too badly. Those that are truly evil will have her whispering their name along with a prayer for their departure from this world. Those that are good however, they are things to be protected and saved.

Proud that her little green sibling had finally found her rider, The Flower dipped her head politely as a final curtsey before turning and eying The Queen. She would deal with you soon enough. First she had to help her brother though, the egg had been unhappily chittering for a while now and as the obsidian stepped toward it, the sound only got louder. Crooning softly, the obsidian moved to become parallel with the rocking egg, sweeping her black tail around before sending it back against the surface with a strong whack.

Yep, that did the trick!

Out of The White Knight egg, a bright and dazzling blue hatchling slipped out and took a few wobbly steps from the shell's remains. Thank you sweet, darling sister, it really had needed that. Flicking its wings, the blue took a survey of its surroundings before holding its head high and walking a few steps. Yes, yes, all was good here. Except perhaps for her. Gaze lingering on The Queen, the blue shared a quick glance with his sister before they ran straight for her. Squeaking, the yellow-green hatchling took off running toward the candidates, not even bothering to look back to see that the two siblings had stopped mid-stride and seemed to be laughing at her.

Growling though as she finally did stop near the female candidates, the dragonet hissed unhappily before lengthening her step and holding her head up. She was no less than her sister, she was no less than her sister. What she needed was a rider who could prove that, who could match the mind she had. Looking through the candidates the dragonet wound between two girls that looked at her hopefully before finally crooning and stepping toward her chosen rider.

Yes, Nyssa, little bird you are the one I seek.

Sitting primly and sweetly now, The Queen's eyes swirled a dazzling rainbow as she impressed the girl.

Your Lyevorath does not seek power, she already has it. Power, is power. Not information, not strength, or anything else. Only those who have it can truly use it.

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CERCEI GREEN-NYSSA "Mystery"

Name: Lyevorath
Based on: Cercei Lannister
Color: Green
Hex Codes: e3fb08, 6c9505, 6bf10b, b6d37b
Size: 25 feet
Personality:
Lyevorath at first glance can either seem like the most gentle and giving dragoness, or she can seem like the most cunning and manipulative little witch imaginable. It all depends on if you are friend or foe, and how much she sees use in you. If you are, or have, something that she needs or desires, she will befriend you and take it. Lyevorath is not stupid though, she knows that friends and allies come from all walks of life, and come with many uses. Color does little for her; she knows that sometimes it is not the Queens and Bronzes that end up in charge. No, she wants actual authority, and that comes with knowing strategy, and it comes from being determined to do whatever she must. If there were ever a green that went against the stereo-type for her color, it would be Lyevorath. She is not flighty, she is not dim-witted, and she does not lose her head or intention span, ever. It takes a lot to throw this girl, and she will be kicking and screaming, tooth and nail, every step of the way. She knows how to use the fact that she is a female as well, and can become deceptive to those she holds alliances or promises to. It is not above her to flirt and even let a male win her flight later on just to get something that they can give her. There is a reason behind the power-hungry nature though, and that is because she knows the only safe place is at the top with everyone at your command. Lyevorath, as many of Majoriith’s children, does not just want to be at the bottom of the heap. In this game, you win or you die, and this green is determined to never die.

[Mystery]

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What?

Yes, Nyssa, little bird you are the one I seek.

No.

Your Lyevorath does not seek power, she already has it. Power, is power. Not information, not strength, or anything else. Only those who have it can truly use it.

No.

"Get away from me." Was the first thing Nyssa hissed at her newly Impressed mindmate, anger darkening her pretty blue eyes at the same time as distress. No! All her plans, all her planning. This couldn't be happening to her, she would not bow at scrape at anyone ever.
"Get away. I don't want you. Go pick someone else you pathetic little green. I want a gold. Do you understand?"
Oh please. Are you really going to have a temper tantrum over this. I may not be gold or obsidian, but I am so much more Nyssa.
"No, go away." Oh she was livid. Where another dragon might have been upset, Lyevorath gave another delicate roll of her eyes, stepping forward to give her new bonded an affectionate nuzzle.

I can take you further. People in a world like this want a leader who can fight. We will rule everything.

Well... now you had her attention...

Not only will we be the first weyrwoman - no, the first queens of Pern - but we will be the first green pair to do so. Do you understand?

A moment passed, a beat of silence, before Nyssa reached up and lightly placed her hand against Lyevorath's neck.
"Disappoint me..."
Disappoint me, little bird, and we will both regret it. Now if you're done stamping your foot over my color, perhaps I could be fed? We will accomplish nothing without food. Now, tell me about these plans of yours. You say things need to change?

She wasn't gold, but she was good enough.

[Kitsuneko]

With three female dragons on the sands now, Laila was having trouble following all of them. She wasn't sure whether she would Impress one of them--or even if she wanted to, considering the Queen green. She didn't want to get her hopes up to high, but she was having trouble not hoping the obsidian or the younger green might look her way. She got alarmed for a moment when it looked like the two were beginning to fight, but she relaxed when it became clear they were just playing. That was alright, then.

She watched as the dragons got closer and closer to the candidates, until finally the Warrior tripped and fell to the ground--and promptly Impressed the girl she had fallen in front of. Laila applauded them happily. At least she had found a good match, by the looks of things...unlike the Queen.

The Flower had taken a break to free a blue from his shell, but as soon as he was free, the two of them were running at the Queen, who dashed to the candidates with a squeak. When the green found her rider in Nyssa, Laila clapped politely again, although she seemed less than pleased with her new dragon, at least initially. Oh dear, another aspiring goldrider brought to reality? Laila's lips twitched, but she didn't smile.

However, that was another two Impressions made, and she was still alone. She shifted on her feet uncomfortably--it was still hot, especially after you'd been standing right on the sands for a while, but there was a bit of impatience there as well. Laila glanced hopefully at the obsidian. She had thought idly about Impressing one of the sub-queens in the past, but she had always thought a green or amethyst more likely. Now that the two greens were Impressed though, the Flower obsidian was the only female on the sands. At least until some more eggs hatched. She forced her gaze away from the Flower and back to the eggs. Day-dreaming was well and good, but she didn't want to get her hopes too high and then be left standing.

[pulp]

Perhaps if Bahari's mind wasn't whirring with the flutter of activity that came with the whole post-Impression mind meld he might've stiffened or try to wriggle out of that exuberant hug that his brother caught him up in. As it were the brunet relented, arms drawing around Joskull in a return gesture--a remarkably open gesture for someone who was so proud of his constant poker face. When he pulled away he reached up to cuff the side of his brother's blonde head. "Good for me? Shards, I did better than you, didn't get myself all bloodied up." The weyrling snorted, but he was wholly incapable of keeping that smile off of his face. "Granted you did better than some of the sharding deadglows out there, huh?"

The ones that, namely, got injured by that insufferable blue. Oh, it looked like the blue Impressed, well good for it.

Ageashakth, meanwhile, turned his head calmly towards the garnet. Do I look alarmed? Pardon me, I thought I was handling myself rather well in this situation. Your astute observation of my well being surely puts me more at ease. Oh. Yep. Yep that was a heavy dose of sass and sarcasm in the brown's tone, did anyone really expect anything different? When Bahari was free out of his brother's grasp the blue waited patiently (and expectantly) for the brunet to continue feeding him pieces of meat. The new weyrling did so, patting at the wound on his dragon's face between each delivered mouthful.

"So, by the way, it's B'hari now, what am I supposed to call you, dear brother?" B'hari grinned back up at Joskull, and for a moment his attention strayed away to fixate onto that garnet. "And what is his name?" Well, so far the garnet dragon wasn't screeching like some unholy terror, so already he was a step up in B'hari's books than Strun. Garnets, sharding garnets everywhere, how did the starcrafter keep company with individuals who seemed drawn to that color. Briefly B'hari chanced a look out towards the sands again, but found that unless his attention was on that he simply could not keep up. Nope. Ageashakth had his attention. "Shells, are there really no sharding dragonhealers here?" Frustration was mounting in B'hari's tone. Hey, his dragon was just spilling ichor and had part of his face missing, and while his dabbing with torn robe pieces was trying, B'hari was clearly no healer.

[Zero]

So they were actually playing then. Now that he had managed to brush himself off and could focus on the dragonets antics, without fear of being trampled once again, he realized that they were, in fact, playing. Well at least it was an improvement over the screaming and bickering that had plagued the first half of the hatching. It was almost comical now, though and Gaius found himself smiling as he watched the obsidian and little green play and chase one another.

Soon enough though playtime had to come to an end and the warrior green lost her footing and tumbled to the ground near the candidates feet. Honestly Gaius was expecting the little green to hop back up and continue playing with her sibling but the playful green had other things in mind. Even from where he was standing, Gaius could see the hatchlings eyes change to rainbows as she looked up at her chosen one. Another Impression.

With the smaller green having successfully impressed, the obsidian turned her attention to another egg. The white knight egg was rocking and quivering but still no hatchling broke free. Was it stuck? Gaius watched the egg carefully for any distress, Faranth forbid they lose a hatchling to between simply because it couldn’t break free of its prison. His worry was short-lived however, as the obsidian, seemingly feeling her siblings distress, calmly walked over and smacked the twitching shell with her powerful tail. That did the trick. Soon a powerful blue wobbled from the fragments of his egg and the candidate wondered if this blue would have the same horrible attitude as the first blue to hatch from this clutch. Apparently not as the blue and obsidian seemed to share a look between one another before they both charged that remaining yellow-green dragonet.

Gaius grinned and shook his head at the brother/sister duo. He could have sworn those two were laughing at their green sibling as she sulked off towards the female candidates. Finally. It was about time that dragonet found her partner and got off the sands.

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[Akira]

Motoki couldn’t believe her eyes at what she had seen. Malta had impressed the bronze that had hatch! Mo was very excited for her friend and applauded her impression. Once things were all said and done she would have to find her and congratulate her, it didn’t matter whether or not she impressed, she would congratulate her friend. Then she heard one of the hatchlings bark playfully and she wondered what was going on. So Mo turned her attention back to the Hatching and smiled happily as she saw the Flower and the Warrior start playing with each other.

Motoki giggled softly as she watched the two play-fighting dragonets, they just looked so cute playing together like that. In Mo’s opinion, whoever impressed either of those two would be very lucky. She gasped in surprise when she saw the Warrior loose her footing and fall down right in front of her, she took a couple hobbled steps backwards, just to make sure that the Warrior wouldn’t knock her over again, Mo didn’t think she would be able to get herself back up if she fell down again, at least till her leg stopped hurting as much as it did.

Oh! Hello there MotokiMine. I was just playing with my sister and I found you, that was sototallyawesome! Swift as a gust of wind, quiet as a shadow, that's how I've been since the start of this fight. Looking back over at her obsidian sister as she righted herself, the green shook out her wings and turned back to her rider. There is something you should understand though Mine, I am not a lady, or a Queen. I am Ayrayeth…anything else, that’s just not Me. Ayrayeth nodded her head seriously as she spoke to her rider.

Motoki couldn’t believe it, she had seen the green hatchlings eyes turn the rainbow shades of green, but she just didn’t believe that it had been with her, well, until Ayrayeth spoke to her that is. You definitely found me alright! She was a little breathless as she spoke to her dragon…Her dragon. Yes, I am yours TokiMine. But I think we should get that leg looked at, then get some food. Then do you think my sister will play with me when she finds Her's? Ayrayeth was concerned yet excited all at the same time as she spoke about getting her rider looked at, and then the possibility of playing with her sister again.

Sounds like a plan to me Ayr, but I think we will have to ask Malta and your brother first. Motoki smiled happily as she hobbled off the hot Hatching Sands with her little green at her side. Hey Malta! Mo smile happily and waved to her friend as she hobbled towards her from the sands. That’s when she saw the blue that had injured her leg, and suddenly she wasn’t so happy anymore. Ayrayeth felt the sudden shift in her rider’s mood, and decided to keep a wary eye on her bigger blue brother. Oh would he get an earful when the two of them got over there, of that Ayrayeth was sure.

[Lark]

Finally it was as if she could breath again. The yellow-green sibling had been impressed, the little ones who the bronze had been protecting had impressed, her blue brother had hatched and was by her side. Yes, finally The Flower obsidian could just heave a sigh of relief. Of course, she didn't just do that, instead she took a calming little breath and another after that. Always sweet and understanding, and always the little lady.

By her side The White Knight looked all around at the hatching eggs, nodding in turn as he tried to figure out which of his siblings was ready to hatch next. There were a few that were rocking strongly now; The Jester and The Thorn among them. They were almost ready, but not quite yet. Turning his pale head back toward his larger sibling, the blue crooned a soft note, speaking to her in a hushed tone. For a moment the two stood there next to each other crooning back and forth as if conspiring against the world.

Everything was almost peaceful, and Majoriith sighed in relief as the little wars between her children seemed to settle down. She had been so very worried about her babies. Trilling to them both, the gold settled down and leaned her neck to the side to touch her nose gently to The Flower's side. Sweet one, you should find your rider she seemed to say in that silent touch, passing it to The White Knight soon after.

For a moment the blue seemed content to do as his mother had said, his body moving slightly as if to make for the candidates. It was only after he looked over his shoulder to see his sibling still standing there did he pause in his step. The Flower obsidian seemed to still be speaking to their mother, the black dragonet nuzzled in near before she finally nodding in agreement. Yes mother, she understood. Spreading her wings and trying to stretch out the achy muscles there, the female followed her brother to the humans, watching as he "showed her how it was done".

Patience, that was the name of the game in her book. However, it was not her brother's way. He nosed through the candidates quickly, not really pausing at any one before finally stopping and warbling happily. Yes, this one would do. He did not have to double check as some of his siblings had, he was not that cautious to tell the truth. Bumping his little head against the candidate's middle, the blue made a plaintive squeak, sending feelings of hunger all the while.

Make way for the great, the wonderful, Rothath of Trelis Weyr!

Seeming to laugh in joy, the blue pushed his head against his candidate's abdomen again, crooning at the human.

We shall make a great team Kite, don't you think?

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LORAS BLUE-KITE "Phantom"

Name: Rothath
Based on: Loras Tyrell
Color: Blue
Hex Codes: ecf8f9, c4f9ff, 4f7174, 274e51, 62a4ac
Size: 28 feet
Personality:
Rothath is a vain creature, but not in the way that some would expect. Though he does enjoy looking good, and will go to great lengths to make a show of his coming and goings, his vanity lies more in what he stands for. Or, perhaps, what he believes he stands for. In Rothath’s mind, the blue is the epitome of justice and peace and all things good. He stands for doing well, and for protecting the weak. Anything less should be changed or defeated, anything more should be seen and revered for being the perfection that…wait, not, he is the perfection, never mind. So, in that case, at least in Rothath’s mind, there is nothing greater. Really he just loves the attention and glory that comes with doing good things, and he despises anyone who has been claimed as an enemy. He can hold incredibly firm grudges and opinions though, and once you’re on his “list”, it is incredibly difficult to get off of it. Unfortunately, even family can sometimes find its way on the that record.

Crooning in pure delight for the impression of her sibling, the obsidian tossed her head and shuffled her wings trying to control the emotions she was feeling. How wonderful it would be to have that sort of relationship! She wanted a human of her own, one that could understand her and be beside her and she could love more than anything in this world. Sniffing through the candidates, she passed some, pausing at others before primly shaking her head. No, not quite. Not this one either.

Unlike her blue sibling, the obsidian needed to make sure that her rider was the right one for her. She needed someone who held the same sort of beliefs that she did, someone with a similar personality. She could not, and would not, change her rider to fit her. No, she needed someone that already was like her. Crooning softly, in a bell-like sound, the female finally paused mid-step and turned her head. Had she really? Oh, silly her. She had been thinking so much she had passed right by her rider.

Oh no, you should never say that. Your Nayemanth loves all, especially you Little Flower; and dreams are the best to love. They can hold much, so very much potential Laila.

Walking back slowly toward the girl, the obsidian finally sat and ruffled her wings, pressing her nose gently to the girl's chest before unfurling her wings and wrapping them around the candidate as best she could. Behind her, an egg cracked, but she cared little as to which it was. She had found her rider, right now, in this moment...that was all that mattered.

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MARGAERY OBSIDIAN-LAILA "Kit"

Name: Nayemanth
Based on: Maergary Tyrell
Color: Obsidian
Hex Codes: b1b2b1, 272b29, 0e0e0e, 7abb80, 325739
Size: 43 feet
Personality:
Out of all her siblings, Nayemanth is perhaps the most gentle and loving of them all. The idea of harming another would never cross her mind. She’s caring, sweet, perfect; or, that is how most would say she seems. Truth be told, Nayemanth is like this, but she is much more as well. When it comes down to it, just like with her green sister and bronze brother, Nayemanth would do anything for her family. She is far more intelligent and tactful than she lets on as well. However, she has no problem letting others assume she is just a pretty face. It is often easier that way, and an Obsidian’s natural skill of blending into the background can help. Often they do not notice the beautiful rose among the weeds until it finally blooms and shows itself. Despite her wanting to do the best for her Weyr, and truly having a gentle heart, Nayemanth also is very aware of the fact that she is a Princess, a Sub-Queen. She doesn’t just want to stop there though, she wants to be the Queen, and she envies Ehtyriath and even her own Mother for that power. Quietly deceptive and even manipulative when she wants to be, it is always in the smallest and most subtle of ways. In general though, this Obsidian holds and conducts herself as one would expect of a Highborn Lady, if only to hold up a pretense that lets her mask something more.