THERE. ARE. FOUR. EGGS! (rageface hatching)

[tuathade]

((because everything is better with patrick stewart))


“I’saac. There are eggs in your bed. Why are there eggs in your bed.”

“…I don’t know.”

It must have been Useless’ way of getting revenge for C’ross acquiring a new flit. Only a scant few sevendays after Harper hatched, the angry green Rose, and shortly after grew noticeably egg-heavy. C’ross asked around a little, morbidly curious as to the identity of the father… Turned out the culprit was Master Dragonhealer Lanakirene’s brown Jackass. One of the few firelizards in Warden’s who was as unpleasant and bad-tempered as Useless. Just his luck, really. Greens were notorious for losing their clutches to carelessness, so C’ross found himself half-hoping she’d lay them on the beach, or in the jungle, or somewhere that he wouldn’t have to deal with them…

No such luck. Four little eggs lay nestled in I’saac’s sleeping furs. Right where both riders would find them the next time they attempted to use that bed. Sharding flit.

At least they could give the eggs away. Surely someone in Warden’s would want a flit, and wouldn’t ask too many questions about their parentage. The eggs were bundled away and placed somewhere warm until they hardened. Much to C’ross’ amusement, Harper fussed over the clutch, whereas Useless had promptly lost interest as soon as the eggs were deposited. And when they were due to hatch, C’ross nudged Merceth into sending a message to the weyr at large.

There are four flit eggs here, ready to hatch. My rider and His do not want them, because flits are trouble. Hurry up and come take them away.

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”What The Shards” Egg
A smallish egg, mostly white with faint speckles of black and blue. It’s a pretty dull egg. Depressingly dull, actually. Maybe it’s a dud. You should probably just leave it where it is.

”My Flit Is A Deadglow” Egg
In contrast to the What The Shards egg, this one is obnoxiously bright. Six different colors swirl all over the shell of this little egg. It kind of hurts to look at, actually… but at least it’s cheerful.

”Faranth Scorch It” Egg
It’s red. It’s bright red. It’s the smallest egg in the clutch (and none of them are very big to begin with) and it’s bright red all over. That’s really all there is to say on the matter.

”Someone Please Take This” Egg
This dull, mottled brown egg is the largest… but only just slightly. The only markings on it are on the side of the egg: two small dots and a horizontal line. They almost make a face!

((When your character enters, post a number 1 through 4. No more than two prisoners, please.))
((NUMBERS TAKEN: 1, 2, 3, 4))

[S'yal]

F'ox had decided he'd really like another firelizard. Crypt was adorable, and he wanted more of the flittery little things running about and protecting him. So, with a bit of encouragement from Snowth, the shy young man managed to make his way to the weyr. His face was red even as he peeked in, wiggling his fingers in a wave.

"Um...I... I want another egg, please!" He squeaked out to the very, very scary riders. But that didn't stop him from looking at the eggs. He wanted one. He liked eggs. They were cute and eggish. Then they hatched into cute firelizards! F'ox liked firelizards. Yup.

(1 BECAUSE I AM NUMBER ONE)

[nozomi]

Mine is coming, Merceth. I am making him. Mordanth's voice, cheerful as usual, rang out. His rider went 'buh?' from where he sat in his own tent. He had only a scant sharding four candlemarks, damnit. He wanted sleep! He wanted SOMETHING. And that's when Mordanth rumbled unhappily in his head.

"Damnit, Mordanth! I don't want a flit. I'm fine." Even if that 'fine' tapered off to a high pitched whine, his lips pursing. The whining did no good. Mordanth replied with a snide, Flits are all the rage, T'diMine. Go be fashionable and primp for Semith's!

T'di grumbled, even as he stumbled out of the bed to start dragging on his regular clothes. "Leshta hates flits." Mordanth chortled, but off T'di went. Poor C'ross and I'saac were faced with a sleepy bluerider, his round face set into a very firm frown - also called a pout. T'di could rarely look vicious until there was a cause at hand.

"My dragon says I need a flit." He stretched out with a yawn, one hand covering his mouth. "If it wouldn't be too much of a problem, could I nip one real quick? He whines like a baby."

Do not.

((Number 4, please))

[maggie]

Kaydian was terrified. He had never been allowed this far up into the Weyr before. The guard who was accompanying him looked kind of bored. He had heard the man and another guard talking about I'saac and C'ross's dilemna, snickering about his dilemna. It had taken all his spare courage to sidle up to them and very shyly ask if he would be allowed to ask the rider for an egg. The men had not seen anything wrong with this, since he was well behaved, to the point of even occasionally tidying up after the guards.

He smiled shyly at the dragonrider who was obviously annoyed at the clutch, trying to look pleasant and not like a scary, bad prisoner. "Um, I... The guards were saying you wanted to get rid of flit eggs. I... um, would you be so kind as to let me have one? I promise I'm a good owner. I take good care of things. It would be happy with me."

((egg 2! Because I like obnoxiously bright things.))

[twisting]

Kuriel was busy oiling Djith, yet again, as the dragon insisted on growing obnoxiously large. The few hours in her day that weren't filled with waiting on this overgrown flit hand and foot were appropriated by the weyrling master for mindless training. Kuriel had long ago decided life would have been far easier as a prisoner. She was getting a bit tired of being such a good girl, always having a ready smile and biting back the spiteful comments. It was only Djith that kept her from throwing it all away in her impatience to be out of this place. It was the yellow that soothed over her frayed nerves and kept her on track. Kuriel wasn't sure exactly what she felt for the great growing beast, but it did feel. . . good. . . to have an ally at her back.

Even if that ally did make some pretty odd demands. Like the one she'd just dropped on Kuriel. You want a what?

A firelizard she purred into her bondmate's mind. There's a clutch being given away, and you should fetch one for me. Djith sent her an image of the clutches' location, which Kuriel easily recognized as the rider's huts.

Why? Kuriel was more than a little suspicious of Djith's motives, the yellow never did anything without a reason, or a price. I don't have time to raise a stupid flitter, I'm spending all my time looking after you.

Djith's eyes spun as yellow as her hide, before shifting to a swirling green. Do I really have to spell everything out for you kurielove, you're so much smarter than that. She wasn't about to give in the such rude demands. Kuriel still needed some training when it came to manners.

The tinge of disappointment in the dragon's voice was designed to grate on Kuriel's nerves. Instead the insult rolled over her without leaving an impression. Still it was Djith's nature to try, even if she knew such things didn't work with hers. Still Kuriel acquiesced. I don't pretend to know why you do the things you do, lizard. She patted the yellow on the neck, trusting that Djith had her reasons for wanting a flit. With an easy jog she headed to obey her weyrling's latest whim. Upon reaching her destination she found only one egg hadn't been claimed. "I suppose I'll take the last one off your hands."

(OOC: 3 )

[tuathade]

C'ross waited patiently as the message went out. As the hopeful flit owners arrived, they'd see him scowling vaguely at nothing in particular, pale golden flit coiled on his shoulder and cooing to herself. Harper was hardly going to be mistaken for the mother of this particular clutch - she was still far too young, and while she was growing rapidly she was nowhere near full-sized yet. But the actual mother was nowhere to be found. Useless was off causing more trouble somewhere, no doubt.

And... that made four. "Thanks for coming," C'ross addressed the little group that had assembled. "I'saac should be coming by shortly with food for the hatchlings."

Each of the eggs had been carefully swaddled in little containers of warm sand, and C'ross picked them up one by one to hand them out. Boring white egg to nervous albino prisoner weyrling. Biggest egg to Weyrleader, because C'ross did not know T'di very well, and it wasn't a good idea to make the Weyrleader feel slighted (even if it was mostly a figurehead position at Warden's). Obnoxious rainbow egg to even more nervous prisoner, because shardit, maybe a happy flit would make him stop looking like a kicked puppy. Which left the red egg for the last girl to show up, whom C'ross vaguely recognized as... the yellowrider, right? Something like that.

"There. All sorted out. They should hatch pretty soon, I think, though it's hard to tell." Everyone could take their little egg and sand and meat and wander off somewhere else that was not C'ross's weyr and get on with their lives.

Unfortunately, this was the Useless Jackass clutch. And the hatchlings had other ideas. Already, the eggs were beginning to rock and show signs of cracking... "Shards and shells," C'ross sighed.

[giftwrapped]

I'saac didn't like eggs. Or, well. At least he didn't like eggs when they were fathered by an exceedingly nasty green and an even nastier brown (or at least that was the implication he had gotten when he ran into Lanakirene). But what he didn't like even more than he didn't like eggs was eggs that were going to hatch with no one to tend them properly. So when one of the fardling things had shown motion, he had hastened to the kitchens. Four eggs was easy. It meant that when he came back from the kitchen with meat scraps, he had it in four small bowls.

And what luck, it seemed that all four eggs had been handed out to all four potential new firelizard owners. Delighted, I'saac gave C'ross a short nod and smiled. "Right, then," he said, glancing over the assembled groups. Looked like...three youngsters - two weyrlings from the most recent clutch and a prisoner (?) - and the Weyrleader. "Weyrleader T'di," he said with a grin, inclining his head to the man and handing him the first of the small dishes of meat. The other three dishes went to the other three candidates.

And then the first shell shattered explosively.

It was Kaydian's egg that hatched first, the small blue inside shaking pieces of egg off his wings as he looked around at the assembled group. He was eye-smartingly blue, all legs and wings, and it'd be up to nature to decide how he worked out. For a moment, he sat up in the small pot of sand and looked at Kaydian. Eyes whirling red with hunger, he looked at the dish of meat, looked at Kaydian, trilled cheerfully....

And then launched himself off the rim of the pot, sinking all four sets of claws into the tunic of the nearest person. Looked like that was Kuriel. Trilling to himself, the blue pulled his way up the girl, diving headfirst into the dish of meat and gorging himself. Then, satisfied, he looked at the prisoner-turned-yellowrider and grinned.

Problem?

”My Flit Is A Deadglow” Egg
TROLLFACE blue
To: Kuriel
Appearance: Can firelizards grin? Because this horrifyingly bright little thing does that nearly all the time. Particularly if he knows he's pissed you off.
Personality: Contrary, devious, obnoxious, attention-whoring. PROBLEM?

[maggie]

Kaydian squeaked in surprise as the egg in front of him shattered violently. He was about to offer it some meat when the thing trilled at him and rejected him, flying over to the Weyrling who had arrived last. He stared at it a moment, trying to figure out how he should feel about the whole thing. He sighed. There were egg shards everywhere. He started to pick them up, placing them neatly into the bucket the egg had been in. He didn't want anyone else to have to clean up the mess. The shards started taking shape in the bucket, forming the shape of an obnoxious multicoloured grin.

[tuathade]

The next egg to rock was the brilliant red egg that had been given to Kuriel. Unlike the first egg, this one did not shatter explosively, or even particularly violently. It simply cracked open down one side, in a perfectly normal eggy way, and out tipped a little green in a tangle of wings and egg goo. She blinked, looked around, eyes whirling blue, and chirruped hopefully.

And then her eyes locked on Kuriel. And on her sibling the Trollface blue. Who had already impressed to the girl that she was supposed to get.

FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU.

The green's eyes went instantly dark orangey-red, and she threw her head back in a loud shriek of frustration. Right! That settled it! If this was the way the world worked, then no more Miss Nice Flit! She was going to go over here, to the pale boy with the meat, and she was going to Impress him, shardit!

The green launched herself into the air, still hissing balefully, then clawed her way up F'ox's shoulder. The prisoner-weyrling would find that he had Impressed this angry little creature whether he wanted to or not. Even the rainbow swirl of her eyes was tinged with more red than usual, as she dove headfirst into the small bowl of meat. With her luck, she'd probably choke or something, eating that quickly.

C'ross facepalmed. This was clearly going to turn into some game of Pernese musical chairs. Only with flits.

"Faranth Scorch It" Egg
fffuuuu green
To: F'ox
Appearance: She'll be a big girl when she grows up, spring green with lighter green on her stomach and the undersides of her wingsails. Takes after her mother in that her eyes are nearly always red.
Personality: Loud, pessimistic, overdramatic, unlucky, self-absorbed.

[giftwrapped]

Well. With that, it seemed that F'ox would have to set down his own little pot of sand, wouldn't he? Certainly the noisy, bad-tempered green wasn't going to allow the boy to attach himself to another egg.

But that wasn't the focus of the moment, right now. It seemed the green's shriek of frustration had sparked some sort of bizarre reaction from the egg that T'di was holding. It wasn't dramatic like its blule brother. It was uninteresting, just like its green sister had been. Interestingly, the egg split width-wise, the black line turning into a crack and the top of the egg just popping off with a soft snap, revealing a coiled up brown hide. Well, that was interesting, wasn't it! Useless and Jackass had managed to produce a brown, even in a tiny clutch of this nature.

He stretched and yawned, turning his head toward T'di and then closing it with an audible click of teeth. Eyes that had been uninteresting yellow-green turned red with annoyance, and the 'lizard stretched his neck up to stare T'di down for a moment. If anything could look unimpressed, it was the sizable hatchling. Then he snorted, turned away, and focused on F'o- well. Or not. His gaze turned to Kaydian, and he shook out his wings, clambering out of the bottom half of his shell and leaping clumsily onto the nearby prisoner. He perched on the boy's arm, digging his hindclaws into the fabric of his shirt, wrapping his tail around the boy's wrist, and balancing with his wings spread.

Eyeing the eggshells in Kaydian's hand, he looked at the blue hatchling, who was grinning at him. The reddish tinge of his eyes intensified for a moment, and then he turned to Kaydian and even his annoyance couldn't hide the rainbow of Impression. But. Huh. The prisoner was just standing there fussing with eggshells when he should have been feeding his firelizard.

Hmph. Kaydian, he was disappoint.

"Someone Please Take This" Egg
Son, I am Disappoint brown
To: Kaydian
Appearance: This reddish-brown firelizard is big. Seriously, even as a hatchling, he's pretty big. With a short neck and unusually broad face, he's not exactly the pinnacle of lizard beauty, but when he gets older he's going to bulk up and be one of the most muscular firelizards in the weyr. All the better to win flights and father dozens of eggs.
Personality: Stern, serious, demanding, possessive, responsible.

[nozomi]

T'di? He was in gigglefits.

Undistinguished for a Weyrleader, even one without any power within the Weyr, yes, but the young man couldn't help it. Eggs bursting, pissy flits, disappointed firelizards... Yeah. Boy was in an utter giggle-fit, his free hand covering his mouth to keep the noise from coming out.

"I'm sorry," snerked the redhead, eyes bright on C'ross. "I'm sorry! It's just. You. They are very interesting little firelizards. I'm sorry. I'll stop."

He didn't.

Mine is easily excitable, Merceth. Mordanth flopped over, wherever he was, usually chipper voice dry and amused at his own riders antics. I apologize if he is annoying Yours.

[maggie]

Kaydian looked up as he felt something staring at him. He found himself face to face with a disapproving, rather homely flitt. It seemed to be expecting something. He offered it some meat so that he could eat. He smiled, a little awed by the little monster. He held up some scaps of meat for the flitt to gobble it down. "You're adorable," he murmured, ignoring the unimpressed look that the flitt gave him as he snarfed down food as quickly as possible. He reached out, touching the little brown's eyeridges gently. "You're so big! Like a tree, or something." Another unamused look followed that statement. "Log. I think I'm going to call you Log."

[tuathade]

"I know, Weyrleader. Interesting is a nice word for it," C'ross sighed. "They're Useless' clutch, so I didn't expect anything else from them."

Don't worry about it, Mordanth, Merceth replied, eyeing the proceedings somewhat disdainfully from his wallow. Just as long as Yours takes the last one away... My rider does not need more flits. There are enough troublesome creature here already. Granted, Harper was slightly less trouble than Useless... but she was clingy, and a baby, which made her still plenty of trouble.

Three flits successfully Impressed, if somewhat odd in their choices. Only one left to go. The sad little white egg that C'ross was privately suspecting was a dud. Yet after a long moment of silence, all its siblings long since hatched... it quivered. Then shook, a little harder. The final green scratched a hole in the shell, then squeezed herself out of as small a break as she could. She lifted her head and let out a piteous little noise. For a moment, all she could see were the three already Impressed, and the annoyed man with the gold hatchling glowering at her. None of them would do. Maybe there just wasn't anyone for her here.

Forever alone.

One of T'di's gigglefits caught her attention. Was he laughing at her? She let out another piteous creel, not so much leaping to the Weyrleader as flopping herself to the ground and crawling towards him. He was the only one left... Maybe he would give her some food?

forever alone flit
To: T'di
Appearance: This girl's dull grass-green hide, fading to lighter green on her belly and limbs, makes excellent camouflage. In fact, she will inevitably fade into the background, just by virtue of her meek demeanor. Never very big, she tends to hunch down and make herself even smaller whenever possible.
Personality: Pathetic little sinkhole of misery.

[twisting]

Kuriel stared at the grinning blue like it had grown two heads. Blood still smeared it's tiny maw and it looked positively vicious, or would have if it hadn't been small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. She had absolutely no idea what she was supposed to do with this thing next. What could have possibly possessed you to want one of these things? She inquired to Djith

The yellow harumphed in the back of Kuriel's mind, obviously having second thoughts about this firelizard idea. I was hoping for something we could use as a messanger, but you seem to have picked an. . . odd. . . one. Still, I may be able to work with it. Bring it back with you. The demanding and not so little dragon settled back down for her afternoon nap, content to let Kuriel deal with the new addition to their little family. At least he would fit in well, he was as crazy as the rest of them.

Kuriel attempted to smile and nodded to the clutchmother's keepers. "Thank you. . . um he's. . . ouch!" She snatched her hand away from the bowl of meat. Seems the blue didn't like her quiet so close. "He bit me, do they all do that?" His teeth hadn't broken the skin, but it still pinched.