The Browncoat Clutch [and hatching]

[Zen]

Reavers ain't men—or they forgot how to be EGG
Reavers Blue

[/b] to Ferris[/center]
A dull, red egg that is actually rather small. It has a fierce standing in the clutch.

This must be what going mad feels like EGG
Going Mad Blue

[/b] to Sh'lon[/center]
White. Pristine, clean white is exactly what this egg is. It’s medium-small in size and seems to keep to the outer rims of the clutch.

If I ever kill you, you'll be awake. You'll be facing me. And you'll be armed EGG
Kill You Blue

[/b] to Siata[/center]
Medium-small, this egg is all brown. It’s covered in brown from top to bottom, a darker brown covering a small line of lighter brown—the darker brown looks almost like a browncoat.

No, the book is wrong. This whole conclusion is fallacious EGG
Fallacious Green

[/b] to Gwynell[/center]
This egg is small and very wrong-looking. A confusing mix of perhaps every single conceivable color mushes around on the outside of this egg. Perhaps if it were bigger the egg would hurt any eyes that looked at it.

You don't need strength as much as speed; we're fragile creatures EGG
Fragile Creatures Green

[/b] to Rodana[/center]
This egg just looks fragile. It’s a light pale green color mixed with swirling pastel blues. It’s rather cute and it’s medium-sized.

If you die can I have your share? EGG
You Die Brown

[/b] to T'ron[/center]
Like the Kill you egg, this egg is covered in brown. However, this brown is nice and dark, sort of like chocolate and seems standoffish.

Secrets are not my concern; keeping them is EGG
Secrets Brown

[/b] to Lanakirene[/center]
Dark. Black. Evil. Those might be words to describe this egg. It certainly is black in color, and few people want to look at it.

Hamsters is nice EGG
Hamsters Brown

[/b] to Annette[/center]
A nice festive-looking egg, medium-large sized egg that seems to gleam with happiness and innocence. Don’t ask what color’s on the egg, for it’s not really sure what color it is, either.

Just keep walkin', preacher-man EGG
Preacher-man Brown

[/b] to Z[/center]
Dark green in color and larger than most eggs, this egg feels otherworldly, as if something else is controlling it.

From here to the eyes and the ears of the 'verse, that's my motto; or at least it would be, if I start having a motto EGG
My Motto Bronze

[/b] to F'ox[/center]
Definitely a Bronze, people say. It’s large, too large, and it’s bronze in color, too. But it just doesn’t feel right enough to be a Bronze.

Yes... yes. This is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... This Land EGG
This Land Bronze

[/b] to J'thir[/center]
Gold. Or is it gold? It’s got that goldish tint. It’s certainly large enough. It looks like gold. It certainly does look like gold. Oh, this is so very confusing!

[Zen]

Milune had given him the eggs because she felt that taking care of her brown dragon and her gold firelizard was more overpowering than watching eggs. Thus, the girl’s gold usually stuck with him and Cabarath as he went around with Weyrling duties around the man’s bed. Rorschach and Bitmap didn’t mind, especially since they got to watch over the eggs themselves. The queen didn’t necessarily like it, but she followed Hers wants. Even Cabarath felt like he had to watch over the clutch as it neared hatching. He didn’t necessarily like the other dragonet’s interest in the eggs and he kept them away. He said that it was going to be a surprise, and most of the dragonets agreed and left the eggs alone.

The eggs were relatively unbothered until they began to crack. Cabarath got hurried images from the little golden creature while he and T’ron were out ‘guarding,’ which was, learning how to guard with a dragon. She was an incessant creature, Milune’s gold. So Cabarath made T’ron go with him and the two went to the eggs. Glint was in a rage that no one was around and she flew at T’ron shrieking. Finally, she alighted on Cabarath’s head only when he ‘promised’ the gold that more people would come.

Hey, you who are not prisoners, or you prisoners with guards who are willing to bring you, Gold-sister Glint’s eggs are hatching! Get to the Weyrling’s barracks now. Cabarath said dutifully, his velveteen voice sailing smoothly through everyone’s ears, dragon, wher, and human alike. From one of the eggs, nicknamed Fallacious Egg, quivered violently and a large chunk of the egg fell off of it. Chirping could be heard inside the egg.

(( Choose from number 1 to number 11 ))
NUMBERS TAKEN: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10, 11
NUMBERS LEFT: 6, 8

[Spiffy]

Sh'lon didn't like guard duty. That much. He'd do it, sure, because he was gonna have to get used to it sometime, seeing as he was expected to do it practically constantly once he and Kitath graduated Weyrlinghood, but there were other things he'd rather be doing. They couldn't even joing the flying patrols yet. Standing by a fence with a surly guard who was about as much conversation as a wall wasn't exactly Sh'lon's idea of fun. At least he had Kitath to talk to.

Kitath, just to be different, was sitting back in the Weyrling barracks enjoying a bit of autumn sun. Her rider had been assigned to a bit of fence that was difficult for her, even as a green (because she was an especially large one) to get to, so she'd stayed behind. Her slowly whirling blue eyes opened as she heard a sound, focussing on a figure heading past, toward the stone barracks, followed by a small grey dragonet. Immediately her curiosity was piqued. A special baby! But they were supposed to be out learning the ropes of guarding now, weren't they? What was one of 5them doing heading badck to the barracks? They didn't look like there was a problem, and heatstroke was hardly likely in this weather. Slowly she stood and began to follow, Sh'lon from his place by the wall picking up on the change in his dragon's thoughts and inquiring. Kitath, what's happening? One of the special babies is back, I'm going to see him.

But before she could get to the barracks a proud voice rang in her head, reaching out to Sh'lon as well, if only just.

Mine! Come now, there are little cousin hatching in the stone barracks! You must get us one, because I can't get one on my own. Hurry! Sh'lon needed no further encouragement, quickly excusing himself from the guard he was on duty with, who just shrugged and went back to guarding, and pelted it down to the stone barracks.

He skidded to a halt outside the stone barracks to find Kitath sitting outside also, a chunk of meat held in her maw. Evidently she'd been scavenging from the feeding pens, for he highly doubted that Kitath would have killed a whole heardbeast or wherry for one mouthful of meat. I thought you might need this, she said helpfully, dropping it in front of him. He smiled up at her gratefully. "Trust you to think of food before me," he added, inquiring to the guard posted outside whether he could enter. The man nodded, saying he would be in there himself, if he'd wanted a new pest to look after.

Sh'lon peered into the barracks in wonder, before walking inside fully. "Whoa, this place is luxuary. Wish we got a stone barracks," he said to whomever it was who was inside. Then he noticed the grey dragonet. "Oh wow, you have a special baby! He's gorgeous, what's his name?" he asked T'nan, before remembering himself and what he was there for. "Can I see the eggs? Only Kitath wants one. Not that I wouldn't like one too, of course, but... well, she's insisted," he added with a guilty grin.

---

J'thir looked up as a voice not Golith's entered his head. Hmm, Cabarath. And there were flitter eggs? This he'd like to see. But a part of him was still cautious about Impressing. The last flitter he'd had, the brown Riki, had been killed by Warden in his early days at Wardens, during his detox rage. He'd still not forgiiven Warden for it, even if it had convinced him to at least keep his head down a bit while at the prison. Did he want another that Warden could use to manipulate him? No, that was a stupid question, he already knew that if he were top do anything it would be Golith to suffer, not some firelizard. Second was would any other flitt really compare to his Riki?

Come, Jareth, said Golith, already walking away toward the barracks. If I can't have one of the eggs then you'll get one of the little cousins for me. J'thir sighed, but relented. Ok, but only so that you don't try and steal one again. Golith had had his eyes on the clutch since it had arrived in the weyrling barracks, and was getting fed up of being chased away from it by whomever, T'ron or Milune, had been guarding it. It was probably just as well, for the little grey had decided early on that he wanted an egg, and was quite prepared to get it for himself, even before they'd hatched. The little dragon had no scruples. If anything it was only the fury of the guarding queen and a stern word from his rider that they'd both suffer if he was found with a stolen egg (as opposed to them being found with the numerous shiny or sharm objects that he'd had to ask Tironan to reguarly remove from various hiding places around his bunk while he was out) that he'd not aquired one already.

Leaving Tironan at the door, having said that he didn't want an egg, J'thir entered the baracks followed by Golith. You stay on the bunk, away from the clutch. You can see perfectly well from there. The grey huffed, but obayed. "Hey T'ron. Any chance at an egg?"


(( Number 11 for Sh'lon and 7 for J'thir please, if we're allowed two. If we're only allowed each one then ignore J'thir, or something to the same effect ))

[S'yal]

... Firelizard eggs? F'ox's attention was grabbed, a light blush decorating the boys face as he inched his way towards the gray he recognized. His eyes landed on the gray, then the shaking eggs with obvious longing. He would like a firelizard... he was so jealous of those he saw with firelizards darting about, and Snowth thought that it would be a good idea. She thought it would help make her rider more comfortable...

He looked at the floor as he wrung his hands, his blush darkening "Um... Can I have one?" F'ox managed to say, his voice almost inaudible. Snowth nudged his back, crooning with encouragement to her young rider. It's alright, F'ox, Snowth thinks you can do it! F'ox was ready to about die if he was told that he could have an egg, despite the obvious longing on his face as he gazed at them. He had seen the flits of his fellow weyrlings, and even seen Empress. Just to have a green... it would be amazing.

(Ten)

[Lesa]

Perhaps it wasn't wise for Gwynell to eye Glint's eggs as fondly as she did. It certainly wasn't wise for her to contemplate obtaining an egg. Yes, she wanted to be able to send messages to her parents, and yes, having her own firelizard would make that much easier. However, that didn't mean she wasn't precisely pleased with herself for her actions concerning the eggs, or that her meander over upon Cabarath's call was actually an act to hide a wish to run over excitedly. Willoth snorted from his place behind her, Halbert resting easy between the gray's forepaws, feline and dragonet both too lazy to move, as they could see clearly across the barracks.

Briefly Gwynell reminded herself to talk to Warden. Had to see if she would be given different duties than the other weyrlings, because of her Harpering. She could still teach, if they allowed her, and Milune could certainly still Heal. Wasn't like their original professions went out the window upon Impression, especially not at Wardens. The blonde smiled at T'ron as she stepped closer, slight tightness of the look softening at noticing F'ox. Her gentle F'ox, he deserved someone to help Snowth show him that he was good and deserved respect.

((3, please!))

[Zen]

It was with speed that the Fallacious Egg broke its shell. It was not with speed, however, that the hatchling inside the egg moved to get out of it. In fact, the thing creeled as if it were stuck in some sort of nightmare. Spurred by the first creature’s cries, another egg, the Going Mad Egg came to life. The white egg, pristine in all its glory, seemed to take its time at chipping away its shell. It still wanted to reach the shrieking little bugger but it didn’t want to get dirty, it seemed. Such a strange creature that lived inside that shell!

Oh, look! The first one moved! What was that, was that green? It was! But what a queer green color. Just like the egg she had sprung from, it seemed that this green was unsure of what color she should have been. Her main coloring was a light green color but seeming to hover over her body was literally covered with clouds of other colors. She was a sinuous beauty and when she moved, even with the egg goop and the disastrous form of a hatchling, anyone could see that she’d be an agile creature when she grew. The ‘clouds’ of other colors seemed to hover on her body with the darker colors situated on the bottom and the lighter greens in her wings and on her tail tip. She was a strange creature and, though she shrieked still, she was quieting down—she would be quiet nearly all the time except if she had nightmares. It seemed that the presence of the rocking Going Mad Egg had stilled her nerves.

The Going Mad Egg was broken enough so that some onlookers could see flashes of white-colored hide moving meticulously underneath the shell. It moved with such slow precision that people thought it would never hatch. Then, suddenly, something hit a weak point in the egg and out tumbled the palest blue firelizard many had ever seen. In fact, even without the egg goop all over him, the Going Mad Blue was shiny. His base color was light, like his clutchsister’s, but it had an almost metallic sheen to it that matched his meticulous nature. He was covered in different colors of almost-matching blues that covered him like diluted camouflage. He was a small bugger but would nevertheless grow to be larger than his sister.

He rushed over to the Fallacious Green, hushing her cries with murmurs of his own. The green looked up at him with bleary eyes that, if they were human or animalian, might have looked unfocused and confused. Then she gathered herself and trudged her way over to a girl who seemed like she needed a companion. The Fallacious Green quietly Impressed to Gwynell and asked with a chirp that could have been taken as a riddle for food. Happy that his clutchsister had Impressed, the little blue firelizard sat and cleaned off his toes. It would not do to be dirty when he presented himself to His! It just would not do at all! So he did so, cleaning diligently, before looking up as a large growl of hunger pealed through his stomach. Oh, he shouldn’t have waited so long! He must be going and finding food now! Luckily, there was one boy who had food in his hands. He hop-skip-flew to Sh’lon, Impressing him easily as he landed on the boy’s shoulder, before nudging his cheek and asking both for food and for his clutchsibling.

Then, amidst the glory of the two Impressions, a large CRACK! resounded and part of the egg, aptly named This Land Egg, imploded. But the creature inside was too covered in goop to be fully seen. One of the medium-sized eggs, the You Die Egg started rocking feverishly, as if it wanted to get out so badly it’d do anything for it.





Name: ??
Impressed to: Gwynell
Name of hatchling: Fallacious Green
Firefly character: River

Name: ??
Impressed to: Sh’lon
Name of hatchling: Going Mad Blue
Firefly character: Simon

[nozomi]

At one point in time, Siata loved to sleep. Night meant a warm body pressed against her, the quick embrace of delicious slumber, and waking up to a bright morning filled with metal working. She found it mindless, a busy-work of life filled with people she didn't care much about with a job she enjoyed, no thinking required. Outside of Jordyn, she'd been skating through life, in a haze of iron and fire, sleep and silence.

Until, of course, Siatask. Once the thick green hatched, Siata's nights filled themselves with being awake of all things, killing and blooding wherries, having a constant female presence so much more than what she'd become accustomed to. Demanding, cold, quietly controlling, Siatask had it all. She filled Siata's days as well, a heavy body of nothing but pitted and dented flesh, huge muscles on top of those thick bones. Odd, maybe, but she didn't find herself caring overmuch.

That said, with her nights being filled with activity, Siata's inner clock had been thrown into a tizzy, and so the minute her head hit couch, the Smithcrafter passed out cold. Siatask's sudden grunt, and the heave of her considerable baby bulk, caught Siata by surprise - especially when she had the wher's mouth clamping down on one of her arms. The Handler returned the grunt, flailed almost, and only awoke when her Wher spoke.

Get little. Siatask didn't open her eyes, simply let go of Siata's wrist, and she stretched out on the couch (and her Handler) further. Want little.

Siatask always got what she wanted. Siata hauled herself up, dressed, and stumbled out towards the Weyrling Barracks with mussed hair and drowsy eyes. Meanwhile, the cocky Green fell back asleep on her and Hers' couch, snoring lightly in the Wherling Barracks.

The Smithcrafter yawned widely, one large hand over her mouth, fingers flexing with drowsy eyes. She blinked, eyeing the two Hatchling's that already managed to pop out.

"Cool. Two already? Pretty." She stretched, shoulders popping. "Think I could have one? They're cute." and hell, Siatask gave 'permission'.

(9, please!)

[lithle]

Wake.

The voice that pressed on Annette's mind was not yet completely familiar, after so many years of listening for Annesk and Annesk alone, Ask's firm, rather demanding mindspeech did not yet feel entirely comfortable. Oh, he was hers, no doubt about it. It was only that he was quite new.

Ask's. Wake!

This time, it came with a nudge and Annette turned over in her sleep, mumbling and pushing away the speaker.

Lazy bad. Wake.

A harder push this time and Annette did wake, blinking away confusion and staring at the very little blue through the dim light and haze of sleep.

What?

Siatask's goes, gets small one. You go too.

No. You are enough to care for.

Silence. She began to slip back into sleep.

Annesk's? Little Ask want pet. Get.

Please?

Ugh. Ganging up on her now. The woman stood, not hurrying, and changed into her usual work clothes. She ran her fingers through her short hair, gave the slumbering whers a very dark look, and slipped out into the daylight.

Double ugh.

Making her way to the candidate's barracks, though not particularly pleased with the knowledge she'd be surrounded by criminals, she found where the cluster of people were surrounding a clutch.

She managed a grumpy smile for Siata, before turning to watch the clutch. She didn't say anything, not yet. She was not at her most friendly at the moment.

(Five please.)

[Zen]

The creature inside the imploded This Land Egg seemed content to wait until something momentous happened. Something momentous had not happened yet, so it would not move. As it was, it liked how it lay—a huge piece of egg covered the main part of its body and egg goop covered the rest. It was warm, it was covered, and it wasn’t moving. At least not for now. The You Die Egg kept rocking, but it was the Kill You Egg that broke its shell next. The little blue firelizard was a cute thing. His hide looked as if it couldn’t make up which color it wanted to be—it was two colors that certainly weren’t uniform at all. One was a darker blue, the other a lighter blue. They seemed to be warring against each other as if the firelizard were stuck in a perpetual warzone memory. The little hatchling had never been in a warzone, however, unless one counted his egg.

Oh, his egg… the poor brown thing never stood a chance against him and his fledgling claws and mouth. It was now in ruins, and he rather liked it that way. As he moved, clumsy because of his recent birth, even the egg fluids that still stuck greedily to his body couldn’t deny the blue’s hide its wonders. His hide seemed to be waging a WAR! It was brilliant to see. On any other body, the blues would look as if they were an ocean moving sinuously together, but on the Kill You Blue’s hide, the blues clashed, banged, and generally hated each other. It was a masterpiece.

The blue passed by the second-largest egg and stopped to study it. Right where he was looking crashed through a distinctly bronze leg. From that hole, which didn’t seem to faze the blue, a crack formed and went steadily up the egg until it petered out around the top somewhere. The egg in question was the egg which had been nicknamed the My Motto Egg, the one that had been thought to hold a bronze all along. Finally, as the little bronze foot pulled back inside and went for another go, the egg crashed all around the bronze. He tipped out of the egg in such an ungainly manner it seemed he wasn’t meant to be a bronze at all.

And oh his coloring! A sort of brownish-bronze, his main hide wasn’t what caught everyone’s attention. Was that… was that data scrolling down his hide? It certainly seemed like data. Complex designs both bright and faint looked like they flew downward, but really that was a trick of the imagination since the lines of things stayed in the place they’d been in the first place. He was acutely aware of people staring at him and he preened, his eyes flashing purple because of loving himself. Then he hop-skipped over to F’ox, apparently declaring that F'ox needed to make sure he was the best bronze ever. Impression was made!

The blue seemed to be taken aback by the impulsive, egotistical way the bronze had moved. He snorted, his head held high in a sort of leadership kind of way. Then he jounced proudly to Siata. She would do well for him. He liked her attitude… and that little ugly thing that followed her, he liked that thing’s attitude as well. His clashing hide would suit their clashing minds very well. So the blue Impressed to Siata.



Name: ??
Impressed to: F’ox
Name of hatchling: My Motto Bronze
Firefly character: Mr. Universe

Name: ??
Impressed to: Siata
Name of hatchling: Kill You Blue
Firefly character: Mal Reynolds

[Spiffy]

Sh'lon was a little put out that he didn't get a reply from the grey weyrling, but he was soon distracted by the rocking and cracking of the eggs. Besides, there was now another two baby greys and a baby green in the barracks also, and they were both so pretty! They were all pretty! But an egg was hatching, and Sh'lon's attention was immediately grabbed by the little green screeching in the remains of her egg. Oh she was gorgeous!

Then bits began to fall off of the shell of another egg, revealing flashes of... white? A white firelizard? He'd never heard of such a thing, except the dragon Ruth, and this egg looked too bit to be a runt. But when the hatchling finally tumbled from the egg, it became clear that it was a very pale blue, not a white. Sh'lon also immediately noted that he was a small blue. Nothing wrong with that. Only a little later did he notice that this flitt wasn't simply a dull chromatic, oh no, he was shiny! He giggled when the blue went over to check on his green sister.

When the green Impressed to one of the girls, Sh'lon came to himself, reached into his boot to get his knife. With it he lopped a small chunk off of the half-haunch that he was dumbly holding.

"Here, feed her this," he said, holding out the smaller chunk to Gwynell. "There's meat here if anyone wants it," he said, about to drop the food on the floor when he was surprised by a sudden pressure on his shoulder, making him drop it instead.

Oh, a flitt. "Oh my days..." he gasped, taken aback. Yay! Careful not to jolt or dislodge the blue twittering on his shoulder, he picked the meat off of the floor, carved what he estimated was a stomachful off of it, lay the rest on the nearby table and began to shave small mouthfuls from the chunk, feeding the blue.

Well done Shea, he's pretty. Isn't he just? Sh'lon carefully wiped a bit of the egg goop off of the blue's shoulder. He's shiny too. Shiny?! I know, strange as it seems. He's like a little blue glitter-flitter. Mmm. So, have you thought of a name yet? Sh'lon thought, then smiled.

"Glitter.You're Glitter-Flitter."

[nozomi]

Siata nodded to Annette, responding to the faint smile with one of her own. She rubbed again at her face, yawning for not the last time, all before staring at the clutch once more. No one said she couldn't have an egg, after all, and so for the moment, the Smithcrafter watched. In the back of her mind, Siatask lurked, mostly asleep herself, but a looming presence. She wanted to see what it was her darling Handler Impressed.

She yawned again just as that blue frolicked over to her, all waring colors and flashing personality. Siata and the flit stared at one another for a long moment, and she grabbed up a bit of food the little Sh'lon offered up (the boy himself received a cheeky wink, if he looked towards the tall woman). Once held out to the flit, her new firelizard pounced onto Siata's arm, clutching at it like a terrain koala infant. Half-turned and clinging, he nommed.

He's a boy, Siatask. Siata steeled herself for her Whers rage, already well aware of Siatask's intense dislike of the male persuasion - shards, she'd even felt a curl of irritation and disgust when Siata winked at Sh'lon. To Siata's surprise, no anger appeared. Instead, the Wher felt only a sense of twisted, smug satisfaction. What?

Our little. Is ours, is best. Before Ask's.

You don't mind that he's a boy? Siata fed the flit another bit of flesh. He chirruped with pleasure.

Not same as bad men, bad whers. Is a little. Not same, will not Chase. not let. Will be good.

Well. said Siata, feeding the flit another scrap of meat. "Your name'll be Little bitch, then." He churred again, not displeased. Like he cared. "We'll call you Little for short."

[S'yal]

F'ox stared at the bronze in shock, before a very strange noise came from the albino. A squeal, and he reached up shaking hands to stroke the small head before pretty much force feeding the hungry bronze meat that the sneaky little albino had grabbed without asking. Well, he'd assumed he didn't have to. F'ox was just very, very happy.

"Um... I think... Crypt is a nice name. What do you think?"

Crypt chirped his agreement.

~

THE PARTY DON'T START TIL I WALK IN.

Z was passed out in some corner of his room, having gotten wasted on his one night off of the week. Zalmask was curled up on his bed, her weight threatening to break the poor piece of furniture. She was peeking an eye open to stare at her passed out handler and the multiple empty bottles around the wherhandler. Hmph, what was he doing? Cally was sleeping on top of Zalmask, preventing her from getting up and waking him up... and Alina was... uh, passed out somewhere.

Suddenly, the voice of a young dragon touched Zalmask's mind. She cast an eye at her handler, before gently sliding Cally off o her and waddling to him. Brushing aside bottles she rolled him over, grunting loudly. Z-handler smell bad. Z-handler need cheer up, go get flit. Zalmask growled to Z, who peered up at her with glazed blue eyes. Ugh, the light! It burned! There was no light in the room, but it BURNED ANYWAY. Hangovers suck.

"Nnn... five more minutes, mommy." Z rolled over, cuddling one of the bottles and ignoring his wher. Zalmask pulled her head back and scoffed in an offended manner, before rolling him over again. This time Z got up and grunted an agreement, staggering out of the room. He still smelled bad, but he now decided he was totally going to get one of those firelizards. By the time he arived at the barracks, he was walking better, though he still looked distinctly... disorganized.

"Firelizards? I want one!" He squinted at T'ron for a moment, trying to remember where he recognized him from. "Jumpy? That you? Uh. Yeah. One firelizard, stat. Then i'm gonna see if I can get it drunk..." SHOULD WE GIVE THIS MAN A FIRELIZARD!?

(1, because Z IS NUMBAH ONE)

[lightning]

Hey, you who are not prisoners, or you prisoners with guards who are willing to bring you, Gold-sister Glint’s eggs are hatching! Get to the Weyrling’s barracks now, Ferris heard from some vague source. Evidently, the guard outside his cell had heard the voice as well, for he looked at the teen questioningly. Ferris opened his mouth to speak, but his voice cracked from disuse. He took a moment to clear his throat, eventually getting out, "Can I go?" The guard stared at him for a while, making Ferris wonder if he'd managed to get a word out or not. Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, the guardsman gave a curt nod and moved to open the cell. He hauled the former Duster to his feet and led him over to the barracks.

As the pair stumbled into the room where the flit eggs were being held, Ferris was disappointed to see that several had already hatched and Impressed. Only a few left, which severely limited his chance of getting one. Ah, well, maybe it was best if he didn't get a flit; with his luck, he'd end up getting a green and having it killed or culled because of his current status. Which reminded him... He felt a familiar yearning for his old friend, Dust. But, no - he fought down the urge - shard it all, he wasn't going to screw up his chance at an egg! "Can...can I have one?" he asked cautiously to no one in particular. He took a step forward, stopping when he thought of what that could be perceived as.
The eggs facinated him. His gaze flickered from one egg to another, wondering at what lay inside. Occasionally, his eyes would pass an already-Hatched 'lizard, magnificent though still small. Like little dragons, though he'd already heard that much about the creatures. Would the firelizards have the same odd colors as the dragons? No, everyone was saying the new colors came from the mating "Run". The sharp longing hit him again; shards, if those eggs didn't hatch quickly, he might not be able to hold himself together long enough to Impress...

(Four, please)

[tuathade]

A firelizard hatching? Well, that sounded promising! Rodana hadn't had much opportunity to interact with the younger weyrling class. Everything had been such a fuss, since the Hatching - between the excitement of new colors, the guards put on the young weyrlings, the rumors of dragon guards and masterhealers coming to poke their nose into things... well, Rodana had just felt it prudent to wait until things quieted down a little. Not that she was anything but forward, but first impressions made a lot of difference, and it was better to wait for a happy time than to intrude on an already stressful one.

But a hatching, whether dragon or wher or flit, was always an exciting occasion. And she certainly wouldn't mind bringing back a pretty little creature. How do you feel about us gaining a friend, Maeth?

The more the merrier, crooned back the green weyrling. Good, she thought. Some dragons objected to firelizards, finding them noisy or distracting - which, granted, were both perfectly reasonable objections in some cases - but Maeth didn't seem the type to kick up a fuss over anything, much less a little flitter. So it was with a light step and a lighter heart that she made her way over to the barracks and joined the growing crowd around the clutch. Whether she came away with a new hatchling or empty-handed, it didn't matter.

"Well, aren't you gorgeous," she murmured, half to herself, half to the little hatchlings who had already spilled out of their shells.

(2, please~)

[Zen]

(( Zen won’t be making T’ron answer anyone. PLEASE just say that whoever spoke to him received a calm, but somewhat happy reply back. It’s not godmoding if I said you can do it. <3))

There was a lull of hatchlings, which was ironic seeing as the You Die Egg was rocking insanely and the only thing keeping the This Land hatchling from being fully seen was an overlarge piece of shell that had fallen in on it when its egg cracked. But the small eggs suddenly came alive, all of them, at perhaps the exact moment. The forces that pushed against the eggs from the inside rocked eggs back and forth until one egg rocked completely sideways. It was an angry egg; from inside its dull, bloody red shell shrieks could be heard. They were chilling, evil, bloodthirsty.

As if spurned into action by the Reaver Egg, the creature that lay inside the remains of the This Land Egg lifted up its head. It was… it was green! No, that’s not it; it wasn’t completely green, nor was it completely one color at all. It was… it was green and yellow, and it had insane flower markings all over its body. But there was that sheen, that wonderful sheen that marked it bronze. This bronze firelizard was probably the strangest firelizard anyone had ever seen on Pern, and while he didn’t know it, it certainly fit him. He gazed unhappily at the creaking, shrieking blood-red egg and a shudder travelled up his body.

The Reaver Egg shattered. It shattered. Egg shells were thrown everywhere, but nothing seemed to disturb this new firelizard, who seemed to be birthed to kill. Its eyes were a dark, deep blood red but its hide was a dark blue. In fact, there were lighter blue streaks in the wings and on the hide that looked like blood dripping from invisible wounds. It was a horrid looking creature and was obviously not happy with seeing the bronze firelizard. It rushed on legs that wouldn’t quite work toward the This Land Bronze, but the larger hatchling hissed with all of its might and the blue hatchling swerved. A cry of utter disgust slammed out of the thing’s maw and its tail lashed, but it had seen better prey. A man, Ferris, was standing too close. The firelizard lunged again and attached itself to Ferris’s arm… biting the man as well as holding on to the arm with all four legs’ claws pricking into the boy’s unlucky skin.

Like it or not, the Reaver Blue had Impressed to Ferris… and the blue was busy attacking the boy’s arm trying to eat it. Good luck with him!

With that fear out of the way, the This Land Bronze’s swirling red-orange eyes calmed into yellow-green and he lifted his green head with amusement. There was no vanity there; there was no proof that he was ever, ever going to be proud like other bronze firelizards were. Just as another egg cracked open and spilled its contents forth from its bowels, the bronze looked lovingly at the person who would forever be his. J’thir was a lucky man, and the bronze quickly alighted on the man’s shoulder; Impression painted his swirlings eyes rainbowed, and the bronze asked for food before splitting his mouth in what looked uncannily like a smile.

The Preacher-man Egg was the one who’d split open. The whole was cragged and looked as if it’d kill any firelizard that would have tried to claw its way out of it, but the Brown who’d slithered forth looked unharmed. A miracle. Already, the brown looked as if it were otherworldly, a creature from some other time, some other place. On both sides of its head were lines that intersected and looked like plus signs… or crosses if the Pernese knew what they were. On the left side of the Preacher-man Brown’s body there was a lighter, almost golden, sort of cross shape broken only by the fact that the lower half of it was on the brown’s hind leg. The design did not copy itself over on the brown’s right side. He held his head high and seemed unfazed when the next egg broke and a similar brown head poked out from it.

The Hamsters Egg had innocently cracked, a light noise that nearly none of the spectators had heard. It was a welcome change to the Reaver Blue’s egg and the blue’s antics. The head that popped up looked funny, and it was plush while not being overly fat. It was, in all respects, lovable. The little thing flopped out of the egg playfully, chittering laughter all the time. When it lifted its wings to show its side, the onlookers saw that the Spectator brown looked as if it had stich-marks and patches ‘sewn’ into its hide. It looked like a teddy bear! Trilling a happy song, the brown nudged the Preacher-man Brown before trompsing off to find its.

Well, the Hamsters Brown didn’t need to look for long. Uttering a sound that sounded remarkably like ‘SHINY!’ the brown giggled in its glee and alighted lightly on a girl’s shoulders. He headbutted Annette on the side of her neck, happy that he’d Impressed to this girl who had the most interesting EVERYTHING! This would be a fun life!

The Preacher-man Brown looked at the remaining eggs. The You Die Egg was still rocking, but since the This Land Bronze had Impressed, the rocking had slowed. There was also the Fragile Creatures Egg, with its fragile-looking shell pushing inwards and outwards as if the creature inside was afraid of damaging its pretty egg. Then there was the Secrets Egg, which was shivering, not rocking. It almost seemed to be hovering it was shivering so much. But the Preacher-man Brown felt a pull toward possibly the least-most-likely guy who’d come to get a firelizard. He’d said something about getting drunk.

Getting drunk was bad.

Without further ado, the otherworldly brown firelizard betweened to arrive on Z’s head. He scolded the man gently even as he Impressed to Z. Drinking would lead to death, the brown reasoned somehow. The brown did not want His to die so soon.


Name: ??
Impressed to: Ferris
Name of hatchling: Reaver Blue
Firefly character: Reavers (men who went insane)

Name: ??
Impressed to: J’thir
Name of hatchling: This Land Bronze
Firefly character: Hoban “Wash” Washburne

Name: ??
Impressed to: Annette
Name of hatchling: Hamsters Brown
Firefly character: Kaywinnit Lee “Kaylee” Frye

Name: ??
Impressed to: Z
Name of hatchling: Preacher-man Brown
Firefly character: Shepherd Derial Book