Post by Lark on Mar 29, 2013 8:51:56 GMT -5
If you asked why Inoria woke so early in the morning, she would be unable to tell you right away. The world outside was still pink and new like the flesh left after a wound heals, and she yawned despite her awakened mind and body. Something was happening, of that the child was certain, and sending thin, sleepy tendrils of thought to the dragons she knew best, the girl began to understand just what. Most of the Weyr was asleep, but there was one dragon awake and for good reason.
Blinking as she sat up in her bed, the child reached over to poke her twin awake, holding her finger to her lips to signal not to make a sound. Of course she knew Talian couldn't really make a vocal sound, but it would keep her Firelizards quiet at least. Giving her sister the look that clearly said they were on very important business, the child scrambled from her covers and onto the cool floor of her parents' weyr. In the larger bed the green and bronze riders were fast asleep, curled together in a way that made her heart ache.
She was happy her mother had come back, truly she was but Inoria held no love for the green she had bonded to. Eying Rudith as the dragoness stirred awake, the child sent a small thought to the female. Majoriith clutches. Flicking her wing dismissively, the dragoness curled back up and fell asleep once more, caring little for what the odd gold was up to.
By the time that Inoria reached the hatching sands she was breathless from running, having started the moment she had closed her parents' door behind her. Eying the gold's rider on the bottom of the stands, she crept closer and clambered up into a seat next to Rikula, folding her legs neatly under her. "There are five." Holding out a finger as the six turn old counter each newly laid egg, she frowned slightly. There should be more than that. "She only just started. There will be more."
In the end there were fifteen eggs that Majoriith curled herself around protectively with a happy sigh. Standing and then walking over to get a closer look, Rikula turned her head toward her lifemate. Do you want to call your mate? He should see his children....unless they really are Amiith's. What difference does it make? Both are good males, both are good sires. It was all Majoriith ever said on the matter, and the young Queens secrecy only kept the rumors going.
Head tilting as it caught a glimmer of pale gold, Rikula ordered the Queen to raise her wing and rolled her eyes as more of the egg was revealed. It had darker green and a silvered grey as well, so it was not a Queen egg. All of my daughters are Queens, and all my sons Kings in their own right. Who is to say color should dictate what personality says best? "Yes, but it's still not a Queen. Is there a Sub-Queen you think? Or maybe some Kings? ...you don't think there are Garnets do you? Does one feel off or malicious at all?"
They are young still, what malicious intent could they hold. What does it matter if one is a Sub-Queen or not? There are Queens here, there are Fighters and Kings and ones yet unknown to themselves. My children are fine the way they are.
Throwing her hands up the goldrider shook her head and pointed to a smaller egg who had a dent in its side. "I don't like the look of that one." It was probably a dud. Just what they needed. You do not have to like how it looks, you just have to say I did well. Did I not do well? Are you ashamed of me Rikula? Sighing the rider shook her head and pulled the Gold's head close. "No, I am proud of you my darling. I am sorry if I upset you."
Blinking as she sat up in her bed, the child reached over to poke her twin awake, holding her finger to her lips to signal not to make a sound. Of course she knew Talian couldn't really make a vocal sound, but it would keep her Firelizards quiet at least. Giving her sister the look that clearly said they were on very important business, the child scrambled from her covers and onto the cool floor of her parents' weyr. In the larger bed the green and bronze riders were fast asleep, curled together in a way that made her heart ache.
She was happy her mother had come back, truly she was but Inoria held no love for the green she had bonded to. Eying Rudith as the dragoness stirred awake, the child sent a small thought to the female. Majoriith clutches. Flicking her wing dismissively, the dragoness curled back up and fell asleep once more, caring little for what the odd gold was up to.
By the time that Inoria reached the hatching sands she was breathless from running, having started the moment she had closed her parents' door behind her. Eying the gold's rider on the bottom of the stands, she crept closer and clambered up into a seat next to Rikula, folding her legs neatly under her. "There are five." Holding out a finger as the six turn old counter each newly laid egg, she frowned slightly. There should be more than that. "She only just started. There will be more."
In the end there were fifteen eggs that Majoriith curled herself around protectively with a happy sigh. Standing and then walking over to get a closer look, Rikula turned her head toward her lifemate. Do you want to call your mate? He should see his children....unless they really are Amiith's. What difference does it make? Both are good males, both are good sires. It was all Majoriith ever said on the matter, and the young Queens secrecy only kept the rumors going.
Head tilting as it caught a glimmer of pale gold, Rikula ordered the Queen to raise her wing and rolled her eyes as more of the egg was revealed. It had darker green and a silvered grey as well, so it was not a Queen egg. All of my daughters are Queens, and all my sons Kings in their own right. Who is to say color should dictate what personality says best? "Yes, but it's still not a Queen. Is there a Sub-Queen you think? Or maybe some Kings? ...you don't think there are Garnets do you? Does one feel off or malicious at all?"
They are young still, what malicious intent could they hold. What does it matter if one is a Sub-Queen or not? There are Queens here, there are Fighters and Kings and ones yet unknown to themselves. My children are fine the way they are.
Throwing her hands up the goldrider shook her head and pointed to a smaller egg who had a dent in its side. "I don't like the look of that one." It was probably a dud. Just what they needed. You do not have to like how it looks, you just have to say I did well. Did I not do well? Are you ashamed of me Rikula? Sighing the rider shook her head and pulled the Gold's head close. "No, I am proud of you my darling. I am sorry if I upset you."
EGGS
Pictures to be added later.
Pictures to be added later.
- The Imp
- Fairly small egg, has a slight dent to its side. It's fairly plain in looks, but looks should not be deceiving! - The Flower
- Fairly large egg, smooth and delicate. It's decorated with sweeping lines and smudges of almost petal-like markings. - The Forgotten Knight
- A medium to smaller egg, the markings look almost like chain-mail, or are those dragon scales? Then there is a streak of reddish brown almost like rust as well. - The Rider
- This egg is a larger egg, and the markings have more texture than it would originally seem. There's a sort of rough tension in the design, and the streaks of aged red look almost like blood wiped on cloth. - The Dragon
- The egg is a small egg despite its dynamic coloring. By no means does it first seem delicate, but then you see the raised edges and the intricate markings...what is it then; a thing of beauty or something to be feared? - The White Knight
- A medium sized egg, the off white egg has pale scale or armor like markings along it as well as high lights. It is clean and smooth despite the details though, and there is a sense of pride as well. - The Wolf
- This large egg definitely is plain, and yet there is something eerie and beautiful in its simplicity. There is more to meet here than what you would think, and the creature inside is happy to keep coming with more surprises. - The Priestess
- Fire and blood and passion, that is what this medium sized egg holds. There is a calm sense of pride and purpose within it as well, and a mysterious pull is there in the almost "flickering" markings. - The Queen
- This small egg is the one that at a distance or in the right lighting can be mistaken for a Gold Egg. However, closer up you will realize that not only is it far too small, but it also has other colors as well. - The Warrior
- Dark and green as the forest, this small egg blends into the shadows. It's perfectly fine with that, let it blend. It is far easier and better to do that then stand out among its shiny and colorful siblings. - The Lady
- Demure and pale, this egg is basically white with colorful markings swerving in delicate lines around it. There is something to be said about it though, and despite being sweet and little, there is a cold aloofness to it as well. - The Boy-King
- This medium egg is not just blue, it's a blue, and it has gold shardit! Pay attention, because if you look away too long this egg will have your mind reeling. - The Jester
- Colorful and joyful, this small egg is loud and quiet all at once. There are cool colors next to warm colors, and brights next to darks. It's more than just joyful though, it has a sense of ego and maybe even a type of vanity as well. - The Stoic
- This large egg is quiet plain, but in not the same way as some of its more drab siblings. It has nothing to be excited about, and why should it? It is what it is, deal with it. No matter what, this egg just seems to be disapproving of anything. - The Thorn
- Dark and beautiful and dangerous, that's what this small egg can be described as. You should not underestimate a pretty red that looks like a rose, because a rose has thorns and even the smallest prick spills blood. Go ahead though, don't worry, it wouldn't hurt you...it's just a silly little egg, right?