[Hatching] Happily Ever After

[Zen]

Right when they reached the food, the little blue whom Cabarath had crooned to disappeared between. There was a collective gasp from the audience because they had seen the rainbows of Impression swirl across his eyes. T’ron looked back at the now-empty hatching Sands, a look that mirrored sadness flashing across his face. The meat he’d handed to Cabarath vanished into the dragon hatchling’s hungry mouth, but somehow he knew to chew it even though His was distracted with the death.

Do you want to know what I told him? Cab’s velvety smooth voice said, slowly pronouncing every word about as slowly as he chewed the meat. It seemed as if he were chewing it contemplatively. T’ron looked back at Cabarath, and the gray’s eyes swirled with blue and a little bit of gray, that gray was the only thing that showed his sadness. I said it is not so horrid to die if you know where Yours is.

T’ron looked back at his gray, watching Cabarath sit like a stone carving, and picked up another piece of meat to feed to him. “You told him to die?”

Cabarath took a moment to process T’ron’s questioning words before subtly shaking his head, I would never. I told him that if death is the only option, he should take it rather than stay, saddened, here.

T’ron’s blue eyes slunk back to the Sands. So the blue’s rider was not there… but he’d Impressed! Had he needed to believe he could live in order to die? Or had he betweened to His despite what was regularly known about dragons when they hatched? He turned back to Cabarath, who seemed to know exactly what to say to anyone, even from birth. His body was pudgy and disgusting from staying in an egg, and he looked less than ideal when it came to looks because of egg goo drooping over him, but one day Cabarath would become the one who’d change Warden’s Weyr… if he was allowed to.

I do not suppose the blackness of between could ever be worse than never finding the one for you. Cabarath continued, a third piece of meat in his mouth. T’ron hadn’t given him that one, so he must have taken it out of the bucket. With a sigh, T’ron nodded, “I guess you’re right, Cabarath. I guess you told him that… what must be done must be done. But... did he even die?”

[nozomi]

Oh yes, the Beanstalk Hatchling was on the prowl. He continued the walk of the stalking, pushed his small frame through the crowds as if they were in his way purposefully. And they were, shardit! They were. He snarled, snapped at a few of the 'kinder' ones or just those that didn't get out of his way fast enough.

Then: Tiael. Jareth. The two he'd been so keen on while in the shell, the two that probably got their sharding hopes up at the size of the egg, or the color. However, he did not bite, did not even try to bare his teeth in a threat. The Beanstalk Hatchling calmed down near immediately and pushed closer to the young woman, nosed at her side and even nibbled at her clothing.

You keep an eye on this one, Jarethmine. The Hatchling looked to the man next, his bondmate, rainbow flashing in his eyes. He abandoned the girl to press his side to Jareth's, butted at his stomach. Your Golith knows those sorts. They are the tricky ones, they will try and fool you. I like her. But she is not you, Mine. Now - I am hungry. Feed me.

Name Golith

Desc Golith is itty bitty, teeny-weeny, the smallest darned little thing ever laid eyes on unless someone watched Ruth back in the day. Even other gray dragons are surprised by this thin dragons size and the fact he likes to pretend not to be as small as he could. Other than the size, Golith is a pretty piece of work, a soft green-gray with darker gray whorls along his skin. He has exceedingly long claws and his wingspan will help make up for his size, giving the little dragon more stamina and speed than he would have otherwise.

Personality: First and foremost, Golith likes you. Of course he likes you, you're a useful bit of person or dragon until, you know - you aren't. And once you're no longer of any use to Golith, you may as well not exist to the little guy. If a person tries to force him into acknowledging them well... Golith is a gray. Don't try to force him, especially if His is not fully committed to keeping his butt under controrl. People (and their dragons) are nothing but things to be studied, possibly stolen from, and enjoyed.

Does Golith enjoy other people or dragons? Yes, yes he does. He will pick and choose his favorites very carefully, sorting between one or the other until he gets a close knit circle of friends. For a boy so absolute in his decision about others, once a creature are considered useful for life, the gray will fight tooth and nail (literally) to continue to keep them in play and on his side. This doesn't mean he won't take their stuff if the moment calls for it but if they are truly his friend, they will understand.

Or something.

He is not without his sense of humor and charm. It's up to a person to keep their friends, you know. Nothing comes without it's price and for Golith, that price is keeping himself on the nice with as many useful people as he can. His humor is sometimes biting and often dry, pointing out things that could be considered embaressing for some people but, for Golith, is only amusing. He will tend to attract those who desire a strong willed personality with the ability to wise-crack and BS on a dime (as Golith has a hard time being caught off guard without an excuse or very plausible lie).

Much like his dam, Golith hordes. He likes shiny objects, sharp things, anything to make his life easier or that will please His. Being a small and rather nimble thing, Golith has little trouble getting in and out of places a large (and thus, useless) dragon would have issue with. When he sees something he wants, Golith will take it, and keep it, and add it to his collection. The only one with any real power to control this is his bondmate and one would hope this little thief had sense enough to choose a like-minded individual.

When it comes to the women, Golith doesn't really care. You fly, there is a momentary rush, yadda yadda, but where are the shiny things? Oh, he'll give Chase if His asks politely or if he thinks that there is something to gain from it himself but on the more primal part of him, Golith simply sees no point.

On the bright side, when Golith does decide to Fly after a female, he doesn't care about color. This little gray would unabashedly fly after a Gold if asked to and there is no shame in losing. Golith never loses, he chooses to give up a subpar prize to someone else! Few things flight related discourage him.

Why Me?
Why not? These two are of the same mold and Golith finds Jareth intriguing, with his lies and his charm. Golith likes lying, he likes taking things over when need be, and Jareth is just his sort to do that with. In return, Golith will give Jareth the added charm and the sneaky factor - Jareth will never be without his eyes or ears. Golith has a more brutal edge to him and if Jareth tries to keep him under control, they will make a strong pair indeed.

Both the True Love Egg and Grandmothers House Egg began to rock, the darker of the two with more ferocity. A double-Hatching? The dark egg spider-web cracks out within seconds of the enthusiastic rocking and two strong, brown legs thrust through the shell.

[lithle]

Leshta had pushed off the healer who'd rushed over, wishing that Semith was the growly sort that didn't allow people rushing about so. But it was no use, healers would heal, and soon enough the Weyrwoman was sporting a number of bandages on her many small wounds. Irritating. But worth it. After all, the... well she didn't know what to call the thing yet. But the dragon had impressed instead of laying about dying.

"You're the one who said we should do something," she snapped to the Warden, before turning her gaze back to the hatching. There was something else wrong on the sands now. A hatchling which was, no question, gray. And then, after he had impressed, a second one. They were also the first two to impress who wore pure white, instead of the white and red that would mark them other. One was the guard she'd spoke too only a handful of nights prior.

A third gray, and then the blue who'd wandered the sands jumped between. Semith lifted her head to keen, then, didn't. Leshta could feel her puzzlement.

What is it?

But Semith didn't reply, only projected continued confusion and concern. Better not to mention it, Leshta thought.

"This will be a problem," she said, to V'tya and T'di. "The Dragon Guard won't like it. We'll need a dragonhealer as well. To see if the odd ones are sick." She looked to V'tya, ceding power in this, "You'll need to talk to L'vey.

[nemix]

Tiael looked around as the hatching seemed to liven up again. Alas, not everything was running smoothly though. She watched as yet another form spilled onto the sands, a most unusual colour. She watched as another Blue seemed to have trouble finding His. Things really were moving along quickly now. The strange gray coloured dragon seemed keen to find its bonded, while the Blue truly seemed to flounder. Such a difference in emotions that you'd have to be blind to miss it and not feel the mixture of excitement and also despair.

It was, unsettling to say the least. Suddenly, the Blue gave a cry and Tiael watched thoughtfully to see who it would run to. Strangely it didn't, it's eyes whirled a great mix of colour and then poof, it was gone. Taking itself from this life she presumed, apparently peaceful and happy though, which seemed odd.

The woman frowned slightly, but didn't make a sound. Instead she let the quiet of the moment roll over here, only jogging from her stillness as the large blue egg she'd been so fascinated by at the Touching finally crumbled. The dragon inside, was tiny, however Tiael had known the force of the personality this one had. Size, didn't matter too much when you had a mind as sharp as that. Curiously, she watched the hatchling. It was confident, pushing its way through to find its bonded. Her gaze flicked to Jareth, realising it was crunch time.

For a brief moment, Tiael was stunned as the hatchling stopped by her, even nuzzled her side and nipped at her tattered robes. There was no great change though, no sudden moment of something different, the hatchling had merely paused, before finally settling on Jareth. Tiael half-smiled, inclining her head a little to Jareth. "Congratulations." She said, a half smile on her lips. Well now, that threw a cog in the works. It also made Jareth a larger threat if he decided to be one, and being a Weyrling now, meant he would no longer be around to keep on side. The puzzle had just shifted unfavourably, but no one else need know that. Standing up tall again, she moved aside so Jareth could pass and set her sights on the remaining eggs. Options, were dwindling fast.

The activity didn't seem to be lulling out there, just less eggs now. Two seemed to spark up after the recent Impressions, the darker, rounded Grandmothers House egg taking the lead with two legs soon making short work of the shell casing, two Brown legs too. It was a slightly comical sight, if Tiael had been anywhere close to laughing though, she kept it buried. Her mind was racing away though, quietly reassessing things and pondering recent events.

[nozomi]

The Grandmothers House Egg rocked harder once his legs had been freed, claws working at the air, clawing at nothing. The hatchling within kicked his feet downwards then, sending the egg down onto the sand. Unlike Golith, this egg split when it hit the ground. The muscular brown tumbled out from egg, his eyes already swirling with a deep red at his ungraceful delivery into the world. He hauled himself to his feet and looked out into the crowd before those eyes narrowed in on one - Romethia.

He charged straight towards the crowd, medium build racing in a dark streak towards that female. The Big Bad Wolf Hatchling did not sing of Impression, but immediate, intense dislike. Sand flew, sprinkled against the True Love Egg--

Which promptly burst open in five great chunks of pink and purple spotted shells. From the shell tumbled a large hatchling, bright pink with darker pink markings. The Prince Charming Hatchling bugled a warning to the rampaging brown. Despite it's newly hatched status, the bright Prince Charming Hatchling gave chase on deceptively agile legs.

Longer limbs meant faster running. The Big Bad Wolf Hatchling shoved his way past a male Candidate, two bounds from Romethia when the pink dragon tackled him to the ground. Both hatchlings shrieked in anger, claws flying and jaws snapping before the larger Prince Charming Hatchling shoved the brown away. Ichor spilled from insignificant wounds but the pink hatchling bristled in front of Romethia, snapping his teeth in warning to the brown.

Romethiamine, do not let him scare you! Your Knighth will protect you!

Name Knighth

Fairy Tale All Prince Charmings.

Desc:
He's frigging pink. For a Pink, Knighth is large, leaving him along the lines of a huge brown or a smallish bronze. Cotton candy pink with a darker red, heart shaped chest and a dark pink sock, Knighth pulls it off with a thickly muscled and agile frame. Long neck, large claws, they all finish the picture.

Personality:
This boy loves himself the ladies - greens, golds, and even the little grays (they start with a 'g', after all!). He has no concept of keeping to himself or 'personal space'; people were meant to be talked to, not ignored. Knighth doesn't love females just because but rather because they are each individual and lovely and, yes, he goes out of his way to know all of their names, likes, dislikes, and what they're looking for in their Main Man. Although he has his Damsel in Distress, Knighth doesn't mind pretending to be the star of the show for the other lonely females.

Knighth is notoriously difficult to depress; negativity tends to roll right off his large shoulders and even if he acknowledges the fact that something is indeed truly wrong, he will meet it with a mental shrug. And pragmatic; "Let's find out how to fix it. Then we can do. It!" the idea of someone flat-out disliking hime confuses the boy; its up to His to explain why the individual isn't keen on him

He's Prince Charming, after all! Isn't he the hero of this story?

On the topic of Damsels in distress, this boy is a fan; he will be the first to dash off in a gallant manner to rescue some poor small green caught in the sand or snap at a prisoner for daring speak too harshly to a female. Prisoner, guard, handler, dragon, or wher, they matter not to Knighth , if you are disrespecting a female (or particularily feminine male), you'll have the Pink to deal with. Calling him a misogynist would be a deep insult to Knighth; he simply wants to protect.

Unfortunetly, Knighth is not the brightest of dragons. While he can think on his feet and pull off some rather brilliant strategic moves when the situation calls for it, if a person asked Knighth later how he thought of it, how he pulled it off, the Pink would have no idea how to explain or even how to do the same stunt twice. Sarcasm goes over his head, math equations will make him hate you, and the idea of bias due to color is far beyond his brainwaves. Long story short: the boy is a bruiser, a lover, but he ain't a thinker.

This also leads to Knighth being extremely gullible. He will believe everything Iiateth tells him and defends her claims with the same conviction he faces all other obstacles in life; Djinth will find easy prey to practice on with this easy going boy. His will need to take care of him, to keep him from being sucked in to too many tricks and teach him that not all girls are good and not all men are noble.

Some may consider Knighth to be two dimensional and they would be correct, to some extent: it's hard to see past the overenthusiastic and girl-loving personality that most would consider a 'stereotypical' Bronze sort. And, true, Knighth doesn't go out of his way to prove them wrong. He has a sweet heart and good intentions, always striving for perfection in himself and for His as she will need the very best dragon he can be.

While not the sharpest nail on the claw and as innocent as a baby, at the very least Knighth can always be found standing by his very firm convictions, his friends, and His.

Also, he's freaking pink.

Why Me? Romethia is his damsel in distress, his shining light! Knighth very much loves the fact that she has such a tight hold of her morals and that she wants very much to please others. so does he! But, poor dear, she needs someone to keep her safe, keep her protected from the Big Bads. She will find someone to guard her in Knighth, her true Knight in Shining Armor.

[nozomi]

Warden frowned at the goldrider, though any true anger had faded with the Opal's successful Impression. His shouldered slumped, dark eyes going back to the Sands where eggs continued to hatch and Impress. The blue betweened but Mordanth, semith, they did not make a noise. Nor did Yusuth. Warden would ask, later, why they were so silent with the tragic death of a baby. His own heart tightened. ... Poor thing.

"You did the right thing," he said, at length, and did not look at Leshta. "Better to Impress then between. No matter the color."

Or wing shape?

Warden ignored his bondmate, choosing to cross his arms over his chest instead. The strong mask lasted only as long as it took for the brown (a normal color, imagine that) to start charging the candidates and a sharding pink dragon bursting from an equally colorful shell.

"What-" He rasped, eyes wide. Poor Warden, sober and caught so off guard. "It - that creature is PINK, woman. Pink. A pink-- At least gray is near to white!"

It Impressed. And the brown turned to the Candidates. Crackdust.

[Zen]

As she was now resting most, but not all, of her weight on Mikki, Ever’s head had cleared considerably. She had a clear head for a minute before she realized that dragons were silent. What had happened? What had happened to the blue dragon Ever had seen before (a passing glance, really)? She leaned forward as far as she could without possibly toppling her and Milune to the ground. If Ever fell, she most certainly wasn’t going to get back up. She was looking for the blue, and it seemed he’d betweened rather than Impressed. Ever felt a twinge of sadness that the blue could not find his, and felt sorry for him.

She coughed gently but felt the cough wrack her body. What the shards? Had she really lost that much blood? A glance down at her robe and Ever noted that, yes, she had lost that much blood. With a shake of her head, she wondered how in shards name she’d lost that much blood. But then again, the green had torn something out of her hand with her pinkie. She’d seen it—it had been long and pink. At first she’d thought it was skin. As her hand was fully numb right now, she couldn’t really feel anything to see if anything was missing. She guessed that her hand’s life was up to the Healers now… whenever she got to the Healers, that is.

“Is… is that a pink?” Ever asked her savior. Her eyes were getting messed up, that’s it. There were no pink dragons on Pern. But then again, previously there had not been strange light-colored rainbow dragons or grays, either. But… but a pink? She coughed again, “Please tell me it’s not a pink. Or at least tell me that I’m not going crazy.” She said. Her voice had grown remarkably weaker, but it still it held that sort of strange sadness that it always did. Ever was more focused on the pink to realize that, yes, the brown and pink were fighting, but that she was in actual danger from the brown and pink’s scuffle. Or perhaps she was just in danger from the brown, who seemed to not Impress when the pink did.

[lithle]

"I can see it quite clearly, sir. Thank you," Leshta snapped, her words gone icy. Why had she even called the man over in the first place? Oh yes, because there was a shiny opalish thing dying on the sands. And that's what it had been. Opal.

Opal. Gray. And, well, pink.

"It's a very nice pink." She said, and if she didn't sound so irritated she might have sounded teasing. "And look how it defended its chosen from the brown! Brave creature. Large, too, I'd say."

She was chattering. With the Warden.

And why not? The world was falling around her ears. There was a pink dragon on the sands. Tomorrow, they'd have to tell the head of the Dragon Guard that not only had prisoners impressed, almost all the dragons had chosen prisoners!

But what choice had they had?

If things went badly, Warden's Weyr was going to be saddled with near an entire clutch of crippled dragons. And then what?

She looked at Semith. At Mordanth. At the pink dragon on the sands. She wondered which was to blame. Would all Semith's clutches be such? Would she even clutch again?

[nemix]

Hatchings it seemed, were far from dull. There were lulls in the activity but there was always something happening. Sometimes, that something was quite large and exciting. Sometimes, it was scary and sometimes, it was a rolling mass of fighting dragons tumbling towards you. Well, sort of. There was certainly some defending going on by a...pink? Yup, that would be a Pink dragon right there, fending off a Brown. The Brown seemed entirely unamused at juuuust about everything. It certainly bore the confidence Tiael remembered finding within the egg shell when she'd touched it.

Faranth only knew what was in store for Wardens now. There were more strange colours and convicts walking around as Weyrlings than most of Pern probably thought possible. Well if nothing else, it would be interesting to watch as everything unfolded.

The Pink was incredibly defensive, right in front of Romethia. It was protecting her that much was clear, the sudden realisation hitting Tiael. That meant both she, and Jareth would become Weyrlings. Shard it. The only two in the entire place she'd found reasons to talk to. Well this day was going far from smoothly. Another smile was forced to her lips, she knew the other woman would be over the moon. She'd dreamed of becoming a rider, of being more than just a prisoner. Didn't they all? Well, for her two, she supposed they would possibly be called friends? Maybe. Either way, that ambition had moved on a step today, they'd both Impressed. "Well done to you as well." She said quietly, peering down at the unusually bright hided dragon in front of Ro. It was a brave little thing, fending off that Brown. Romethia had a strong lifemate it seemed. Jareth had a sneaky, clever minded one, those two alone could make things interesting. Coupled with the rest of the clutch thus far, Tiael wondered if the Weyrlingmaster was really ready for his new charges.

[Mikki]

Of all things, Healers were prized not only for their ability to mend the broken but to perform well under pressure. They were able to tune out the chaos that went on around them during times of desperate need. Steady nerves were the mark of an exceptional Healer, especially during delicate procedures. Unfortunately for Milune all that skill went flying out the window the second she caught a glimpse of the brown hatchling. The panic button has just been pressed folks.

At first she just froze, eyes glued to the dragonet. She stared at it like a deer in headlights. Brown was bad. Brown was very bad in her books. Dragons of that color equated to pain in her mind and pain was not a good thing. But when that hatchling actually started to move in her general direction she became that little girl that was mauled on the hatching grounds a long time ago. Her mind almost shut down and she began to tremble. Pupils dilated and her grip on Ever tightened. She was now using the blond as an emotional crutch, the wounded actually supporting the Healer for once.

"B-brown," she squeaked and shrunk back, almost looking like she was trying to hide in the prisoners side. When the vicious little thing charged towards them, she whined high in her throat. The urge to run was very strong, but her legs refused to move. She was stuck fast to her position in the sands, though she quacked with instinctual need to flee. The lass wanted no part of that hatchling. In fact all those panicing emotions that were swirling inside she collected and used like a shield to fend it off. That...that...Brown was one dragonet she did not want to impress. Even if it had been the gentlest thing in the world, which it clearly wasn't, Milune would have still been a mess.

Swallowing thickly the girl started inching in the opposite direction the Brown was in, dragging Ever with her. Get away, run away, do not want! Those were the thoughts going on in her head. Her fear was so consuming of that creature all she could even do when Ever asked if that other dragon was pink was hysterically nod. It was a small wonder she hadn't started screaming yet. At least she was keeping some form of composure, no matter how small.

[nozomi]

Smarting from the (lost) battle with Knighth, the brown withdrew. The wounds on his frame appeared only shallow, trickles rather than actual hits, but the baby-thick muscles trembled in his anger. Big bad Wolf Hatchling bristled, scooted back away from Knighth and His to turn to the other Candidates. He narrowed in on Ever and Milune, so very close to the girl he'd just try to claw down. The brown stalked closer to them, chasing after the wounded female and the healer, and shoved at Ever with all his might once he was close enough.

The Big Bad Wolf bounded to Milune, muscles tensed. Another twist of red and orange at Ever before he looked to Milune and then those eyes exploded to rainbow.

Knighth is stupid, Milunemine. Your Caninth is not. She had to be scared and know your Caninth was not to be taunted with that hideous pink hide. I will not hurt my Milunemine! He stepped closer, the rainbow still present, and crooned. She needed to be shown! No other browns will be near you, ever, just your Caninths.

Desc
Caninth is a handsome boy, medium sized for his color and thick-built. He doesn't have much stamina and not a huge wingspan, but the boy is made out of muscle. A dark mask covers most of his face while his wings, stomach, and bottom of his tail/legs are covered with the same darker brown

Personality
Caninth is not a dragon to be messed with - he is obsessive, a wee bit vicious, and is unfortunately under the impression that he is merely 'misunderstood' by the world at large. No matter how you put it, Caninth is a stubborn and persistant male with little else on his mind other than getting what he wants.

And does he ever covet.

Caninth wants many things, even if it's something such as that particular wherrie, the green in Flight, or even as something as outragious as that Candidate. he sets his sights and goes for it, putting his all and very life at stake to get it. he will fight tooth and nail for the wherrie, green, or Candidate. If/when he fails (and he will), Caninth falls into a smoldering vengeful rage and bides his time until he is able to strike back (and he will).

Though not the largest or most intelligent of his clutch (or ever), Caninth is a bully. He and Djith dislike one another for the simple reason that they are both intent on getting what it is they want from other people. Caninth will use his thick stature to try and intimidate others into submission. It's a good thing that dragons cannot harm humans due to the simple fact that if Caninth felt the need to eat a person to get what he wanted... Well. It's a good thing dragons can't hurt humans. He will use his strength and teeth if need be in getting that obsessive fix.

In the matter of Flights, Caninth will give Chase if Knighth does. He has a serious grudge against the other male and will thus see fit to try and beat him out for any and every Flight, no matter what color female Rises.

Don't mess with His. Caninth and his pack mentality won't stand for someone poking fun at or harassing His in any way he feels may endanger them. His is His because His is the BEST (or best he could get, but thus the BEST because only they get their Caninth) and if you're going to mess with the best, Caninth will bite your face.

Why Me?
Oh, Milune. Caninth originally thought the girl of the perfect prey: terrified of browns, small, soft, female. And that may outwardly seem the only reason he chose her. Truth of the matter is that Caninth trusts in her to become stronger for facing her fear of him and her dominant, take charge, firm personality makes her a good leader for him. She is the very best of the Candidates in his eyes, perhaps the best ever. While Milune may originally bawl at the thought of having this large brown, Caninth will prove himself to be a worthy dragon, going as far as to take advantage of others in order to further Milune and her desires.

And, luckily, in wanting to protect her, the chances of any other browns getting near to his beloved Milune are slim. Seriously, Caninth will bite their faces off.

With it's brother Impressed, the Hazel Switch Egg gave a mighty lurch. It rolled along the sands like a childs toy, in quick turns and zigging. Shards, maybe it even bounced a bit! Everyone remembered the hazel Switch Egg, didn't they? It hoped so.

[nemix]

Despite being pushed around by the Pink, the Brown seemed to brush this off with little more than a bristle of anger. He had other things on his mind after that run-in, finding a human to bond to. Tiael wondered just how well the Weyrling group were going to get on, given some of the tempers in the clutch. Oh what she wouldn't give to be able to see that lot all in action.

The Brown meanwhile seemed to be heading towards the unfortunate candidate who was now sans a few fingers. Perhaps she'd finally get a lucky break after her ordeal.

The Healer who had been helping her, seemed like she was trying to crawl behind the girl and hide, which was strange. Possibly even stranger, was the Brown who pressed on towards them, finally nudging the pair apart. Poor girl couldn't get a break today it seemed. Lose your fingers, get pushed about by dragons. None seeming to Impress to her either. The girl who had wound up with a Brown, seemed terrified. Weren't dragons and riders supposed to be matched? Or something? That pair was going to have some issues and no mistake.

Maybe being a regular prisoner again wouldn't be so bad? Who was she kidding, everything interesting was going to be happening with the Weyrlings. That left only a couple of eggs, a dark, muddy red and the green egg which had been optimistic and energetic when Tiael had visited the shell. As she looked at the eggs, she noted the energetic egg was all but leaping off the sands. That active personality wasn't going to let itself be contained for long. Question is, just what was that shell housing? Another unusual colour? or perhaps a more traditional shade with more personality than Pern was quite ready for?

Shifting on her feet a little, Tiael frowned as her leg began to ache. She'd have to her her graze washed out, she could almost feel the grains of sand stinging in the light wounds. Well that was distracting. Looking down, she flicked the robe open to peer at the scrape which was already dry. A little red and angry looking, but it could be worse. Flicking the cloth closed again, Tiael leant on her good leg a little more.

[Spiffy]

Jareth snorted quietly as the little grey snarled at some of the candidates. That's it, you tell them. He got closer, ten he was a mere step away from Jareth as he ceased snarling, apparently calming down. Then it took that last step nuzzling against Tiael's side. Jareth let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. He should have known, she'd--

You keep an eye on this one, Jarethmine.

He froze, staring at the dragonet. But -- hadn't... the rainbow eyes turned to him then, and everything just clicked into place. For the first time since arriving at Warden's, Jareth's mask slipped. Right there, plain to see, pure happiness, written in big bold letters for the world to see. He automatically caressed the head that pressed gently but firmly into his stomach, fingers almost reverently stroking the headknobs and jawline of the little grey.

Your Golith knows those sorts. They are the tricky ones, they will try and fool you. I like her. But she is not you, Mine. Now - I am hungry. Feed me.

She is. But she is interesting, he pointed out, trying out the whole mindspeak thing. Come on, let's get you some food.

He looked to the left as a commotion started up on the sands. Another of the eggs had broken through its shell, a brown (a normal colour, whoa), was charging toward the candidates, intent on one in particular. But that wasn't all. No, one of the other eggs had hatched also. The pink egg.... had spawned a pink dragon.

WHAT?!

He started, dumbstruck, brought back to reality by a snort from Golith. He watched the dragonet little more, as it swiftly tackled the brown to the ground, righting itself (Herself? Himself?) in front of a candidate, between her and the brown. Evidently its chosen. The brown, enraged, stalked off to choose another girl.

Oh come on, don't give up now, Caninth, you should've finished him off. He's an embarrassment to our species.

Jareth was surprised by the voice in his head, not yet accustomed to it. When he registered what had been said, he was a little shocked, but amused. Thankfully Golith had only spoken to his, and none other.

An embarrassment? he thought, grinning at his little grey. I should hope so too.

[Scrollkeeper]

(NPCs for the win. XD; Note: Yes, he's really an idiot.)

Now, most people would have the sense not to get drunk at a Hatching, especially the hatching at the Warden's Weyr, who would surely not have tolerated this rider in his group, no matter how much they paid him or wanted to get rid of the blasted bluerider. This late into the hatching, S'carx had managed to consume quite a bit of it... After all, he'd brought three skins full of the stuff. What better occasion than a Hatching to get drunk, especially in a Weyr that wasn't his own?

".....I'm seeing things; that dragon is pink!" S'carx stared down at the skin he held in his hand in disbelief. Blink. Blink. Blink.

No, you're not drunk enough yet to be seeing things that aren't there, my S'carx.

"Perwinth, I'm most certainly am, if I'm seeing pink dragons!" the bluerider scoffed, shaking his head and looking around to see yet another unusual dragon. "It's official. I'm seeing, pink AND gray dragons! And don't tell me I'm not!"

Okay, you're are seeing pink and gray dragons. However, they're real, not some wine-picture like you think they are.

"....Whatever, I'm going back to my wine." S'carx returned to drinking as much as the wine as he could, with Perwinth shaking his head in the background of his rider's mind. My, wouldn't the Warden have fun expelling the bluerider from the Hatching Sands later!

[nozomi]

All eyes on the Hazel Switch Egg! If they weren't before than they should have been when that small egg all but exploded outwards with the force of the dragons energy. A small green rolled out, soft pea-soup colored with thick dark green markings all over her legs and wing-joints as decoration. She jerked to her feet with enthusiasm, bleating out a greeting to all around.

Now the Bear Prince Hatchling, the green skirted towards the Candidates, pushing past a few of them because they were in her way but that was alright, because they were there, and they were watching her. A small Hatchling, which was lucky, because the girl immediately tackled Hers with a good amount of noise and actual nibbling at her shoulder, as her brother had done only a few eggs before.

Tiaelmine! I am very happy that Golith did not nibble you more, he is small but he is mighty. Your Roseth, she is small too, and mighty, but much more fun. His Golith is not so much fun as your Roseth. Don't you think, Tiaelmine?

Name Roseth

Desc Roseth is a medium sized green, thin and amazingly quick, more speed and precision than actual strength. Her hide is a pale green, dark green vine like markings on various parts of her body.

Personality
Perhaps not the most sociable of dragons, Roseth is nevertheless enthusiastic about life, death, and everything in between. She finds no shame in being anything in life as long as she can live without regrets; what point does it play when the big picture rolls around? Doing things halfheartedly is a concept she refuses to acknowledge and if anyone were to suggest to her to just 'go with it', Roseth would do her right best to pull them along for the ride and make them sit up front, shardit. Being stuck at Warden's Weyr for the rest of her life doesn't bother Roseth overmuch, the green preferring to see it as an unexplored territory without that color bias she hears so much about from the more traditional of persons within the Weyr.

Where else can a green become a Wingleader? Perhaps not Weyrleader because that specific title would involve Chasing a Queen and that would get a tad bit awkward. Roseth is the sort to think about those things, plot out her life with vague goals and little planning on how to get there. Lists, details, flash cards - none of them matter. Once Roseth sets her mind to a goal (such as the best wingleader in the entire Weyr), she will go for it! All while not forgetting to stop and smell the flowers, wander along the sea shore, play with that delightful wild flit.

Despite being easily distracted, Roseth is something fondly referred to as a 'rank climber'. When Roseth says she wants to be top in her class, Hers would be wise to believe it, same with any desires spoken to become wingleader, head of guard or anything of the sort.

She loves Hers, Snowth, and anyone Hers loves! Invidith, not so much, and Djith, Caninth, and, surprisingly, Cabarath are all met with some level of suspicion. The sneaky ones are dangerous. When it comes to gossip, Roseth will listen to everything, talk about nothing, and she can, surprisingly, keep a secret.

Why Me?
Can we say 'power couple'? Roseth certainly can! She sees Tiael as a complete asset, someone to compliment her desire for a higher rank with the practicality required to reign in someone as enthusiastic as the Green. Tiael has the scheming side of her, to help Roseth reach her goals, and while Roseth is a very enthusiastic dragon, Tiael will easily be able to reign in the excitement with a few well placed reassurances and plans for the future. Tiael, on the other hand, gets someone in love with life and wants to show her how to live it to the fullest.

Last, but not least, the Old Blood Egg started to rock once more, slow, heavy things in all directions. The red egg would soon hatch, if the spiderweb cracks meant anything.