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Hatching - Midnight Hunger #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

In the dark shadows of the dimly lit Hatching Cavern, the shapes of Talith and Truenoth cast ominous shadows across the walls as they hunkered over the eggs that they had laid claim to. The oppressive heat of the day had done little to subside in the darkness of night and clung to the walls like a thick blanket. Even in the light of the glows it was possible to see the scorch marks still on the walls and the fallen rocks did little to soothe the mind that there weren’t things lurking out there that might not be altogether friendly. 


Tucked to one side amidst the rest of its clutching siblings nestled beside Talith, the Sheen of Blood Egg seemed so dark it was almost black in the dim light, it’s red sheen seeming to reflect and bounce light ominously. Perhaps it was just  because people were half-asleep but there seemed to be less noise than usual. And everyone knew just how good the acoustics were in the Caverns, they were practically the stuff of legend. As the Candidates and spectators watched with bated breath to see who would hatch next, a voice as soft and whispery as the wind seemed to resonate around the stone walls.


(( Ssssooooo…. huuuuungrrrrrrryyyyyy…))


It was definitely female, of that there was no doubt and all of a sudden, the Sheen of Blood Egg seemed to twitch a little, giving the entire impression that it was bristling with sudden anticipation.


Standing blearily in the group of robe-clad Candidates, Ysolde tried to drag her thoughts to the forefront and pay attention to what she was doing. She wasn’t sitting dozily in a hot classroom, she was on the Sands! And eggs were hatching! Eggs, she hadn’t been allowed to see at all let alone go anywhere near them. Already the heat of the sand was prickling through the thin soles of her sandals and she shifted from foot to foot, grumbling in tired annoyance. She felt as though every sense was on high alert and her stomach had already flip-flopped in nauseating terror as a couple of Hatchlings wandered towards the Candidates, only to heave in sudden relief as they bypassed her and went elsewhere. The brown hadn’t remotely been a threat because, well, brown. She had even made sure not to pay them too much attention, not wanting to give the Hatchlings any idea that she was there for them. Ysolde had no idea how any of this was going to work. What if her gold was up in the Upper Caverns with Foreth? Would it be a case of waiting to see who was the last standing? Would she Impress at all? The uncertainty bristled her and she jostled impatiently, nudging someone at her side. 


“Be careful, will you!” she hissed, even as part of her brain knew it was entirely her own fault for fidgeting.


Sorho had been watching the hatching intently. He’d been at enough of these that the allure wasn’t as great any more, and other than impressing the bronze he knew he was destined for, the majority of dragonets that hatched and impressed held no interest in him, except maybe that brown… which hadn’t even looked this way.  His eyes were focused on the dragons--whether they interested him or not, they were always baby dragons at the end of the day!  That was probably why he hadn’t been paying attention to who he was standing next to until he heard her voice.


He turned at her horrified, “Ugh, what are you doing here?  I thought you were banned!”


Sorho was about to add more when a noise from the crowd drew his attention--excitement, which was common, but this was LOUD excitement.  Turning his head, he took advantage of his height to look over the candidate's heads just in time to see the first cracks begin to appear on the Bronze Eye Egg.


Most were sure this egg wouldn’t hatch, as a long stone had pierced the shell, like a stubby dart.  For fears of causing further damage removing it, the Dragonhealers had packed it with soft clay, and placed their bets.  The odds were completely against the egg, which now shook with life, eliciting the attention of the onlookers.  What would come from the damaged egg?  It would soon be revealed.


It shook aggressively twice and suddenly the stone fell into the egg.


{{ What’s this?  Who dares trespass in my abode?! }} a deep, masculine voice would be heard throughout the sands.  The egg shook again, and the stone rolled within.  {{ Speak!  What is your name?  I am Cycleth!  And you are?.... I see, you must be Nobody! }}


Turning in annoyance, Ysolde’s disgruntled countenance took on another degree of exasperation at the sight of Sorho. Sorho, the Candidate who still seemed to strike a nerve just by being in her vicinity. 


“I wasn’t banned!” she hissed angrily. “I just wasn’t allowed to see the eggs!” Stepping to the side a little, Ysolde resisted the urge to jab an elbow spitefully into the boy’s ribs. Shells, was it just her or was it unbearably hot in here? She could already feel the perspiration sliding down her back and her hair clung heavily to the back of her neck. Barely awake, hot and next to this… this…insufferable boy! Fidgeting from foot to foot, she turned her temper onto her thumb, chewing it nervously. She shouldn’t be down here, she should be… wherever Foreth had secreted the gold eggs to! She knew that the gold had taken them into the upper cavern but the waiting was killing her. Every second was another second where it was too much chance that she would be claimed by another dragon instead.


As the Candidates jostled, the Sheen of Blood egg continued to tremble and shake. Thin cracks began to appear on the surface, spiraling over the shell. From within, a soft and whimpering cry began to be heard, sounding ominously like a woman weeping. In the dark shadows, it did little to put anyone at ease. (( I’m ssooooo huuuungryyy… I need to be freeee… Free to… to hunt! ))


The voice wasn’t the only one that was hungry.  In his broken egg, the Hatchling within soon realized that he was famished.  Whomever this invader was… it didn’t matter!  What mattered was filling his belly!  The Bronze Eye Egg shook violently again, this time falling over onto its side and rolling just a bit until it was stopped by the unhatched egg next to it.


From the hole a snout appeared and huffed, annoyed that he didn't fit completely through… and what was this stuff plastered around the outside of the hole.  Pushing into it, he sniffed at it, but this part of the shell was particularly brittle and began to crack and crumble away.  Inside the egg the Dragonet repositioned himself and pushed his hole head against the cracks until one end of the egg nearly exploded, revealing the creature within.


He stood proudly on all fours, pleased at his escape.  He was a striking Hatchling, for sure, his bronze hide easily visible.  He immediately opened his wings stretching them out, striking a pose, even though he was so young.  Darker streaks zig-zag across his hide like lightning bolts in a storm--there was no denying that he was utterly beautiful to behold.  He could be perfect, even if not for one detail… his right eye was completely white.  The stone had pierced the shell of the developing dragonet and the damage had caused the bronze’s right eye to go blind.  As a result, he twisted his neck a little, turning his head so he would be able to see from his one good eye.


“Right,” Sorho said to Ysolde with a snort.  “And who’s fault was that?”  Any other comments--or even answers on her part--were lost to Sorho who’s eyes befell the bronze.  He didn’t care if the dragonet only had one eye!  He was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.


Pieces of shell had begun to fall in tiny shards like the most detailed of jigsaw pieces. The pieces gathered around the bottom as more and more holes began to appear, looking like bloody droplets staining the Sands. (( Freedom! )) Came the voice from within, soft and female, but as breathy as an intimate whisper as a whirling eye peered through the gap and the glimpse of an emerald green muzzle came into view. (( You there, handsome one, you will come help me won’t you? Help free me from this prison that we might feast together? )) 


The green’s voice, for it was most certainly a green, was beguiling and the whirling eye was fixed firmly on her bronze brother. A whuffling, hissing noise came from the slowly disintegrating shell, as though she were twisting and turning about inside it, trying to escape its confines.


“Oh, he’s stunning!” The praise escaped Ysolde without meaning, her eyes wide at the bronze. The intention had been to deliver a scathing retort but it had faltered in her throat at the sight of the Hatchling. Even in the dim glows that had been hastily scattered about the front of the Caverns, his hide seemed to glimmer and shine. Unconsciously, she stepped forward a little, as though to get a better look at him.   


The bronze dragonet craned his head until his one good eye was able to focus on the disintegrating egg in question.  He could see his green sister being born, but her proposal didn’t interest him in the slightest--why should he have to help her?  He’d managed just fine on his own.  He was about to respond when he detected movement out of the corner of his eye.  Reacting instinctually, he turned his head and snapped, catching a flit that had flown in without Foreth to eat and too close the bronze.  He immediately bit down, snapping the creature's neck.  Green ichor oozed down the bronze’s muzzle. But… ew.  The flavor!  It was terrible.  That being said, he decided to save it for later, in case he didn’t find something better.  He looked around for a place to keep his prize but was rather disappointed with the lack of proper defenses.  With annoyed snort the Hatchling returned to his egg, which was mostly intact except for the part he’d burst out of.  He entered the shell and deposited the dead flit and reemerged.  No, this wasn’t enough.  He needed something to block the entrance. 


Not too far away the bronze spied a pile of large rock… those would be perfect!  He pranced over, sniffing at them, trying to decide which was the best one, momentarily becoming distracted and leaving his “home” unguarded.


Despite her attempts and the seductively sweet tone her voice had taken, it didn’t seem to have the effect that the green desired. A huffing snort of annoyance was heard about the egg as the shell fell away, the large hole exposing a small, delicately formed dragonet in a striking shade of emerald green. As languidly as a feline, Dardueth slid from the shattered shell, stretching lazily as she shook the globs of egg slime that clung to her. Everything about her screamed femininity as she looked about her, her finely pointed head streaked with dark stripes that accentuated the curve of her skull. 


The sight of another green was enough to make Ysolde freeze, hastily backing up against Sorho and leaping away as though scalded. Focus! So what if she wanted to watch the bronze, if she let her guard down, she was walking into a trap. She knew it. And that was how she ended up walking away with a green and not a gold. That wasn’t the plan. Not no way, not no how. Shaking her head furiously as though trying to shake sense back into herself, the Candidate edged away slightly, her eyes now fixed on the green as the ball of nerves in her belly renewed its frantic thrashing.


Dardueth had no interest in the peculiar cluster of white things. Her eyes had been captured by the firelizard, a small blue thing that swooped in and had reared back on her haunches just as her brother snatched it out of the air. Her shriek was furious. (( Give it to me! I shall feast on its bones! )) Slipping on the broken pieces of shell, she lunged forward, as sinuously as a tunnelsnake, slinking after her brother as she undulated from side to side. In the shadowy caverns, she could see that he was doing something near what was left of his shell but couldn’t quite determine it. All she knew was the scent of… whatever it was, that filled the air. And it was delicious.


“Oh look, that one is perfect for you,” Sorho said, lightly putting his hands on her shoulders, leaving it easy for her to escape but definitely pushing her a tad bit forward, in a playful way more than actively malicious.  “And I’ll impress the bronze--who knows, I may just catch you some day.”


The bronze found a stone he liked and was in the process of trying to push it over.  He applied pressure with his head, but when it didn’t budge he tried pulling it with his claws.  He dislodged it enough to make it roll--towards him!  Opening his wings again, he leapt back in surprise and let out an audible hiss. 


{{ Don’t fight back!  I’m using you, }} he informed the large rock, unaware of how dangerously close his sister was to stealing his food.


At Sorho’s touch, Ysolde had squeaked in surprise. “Don’t say that!” she hissed, but the anxious anger was replaced with hot embarrassment as colour surged up her cheeks. Her eyes were jumping from the green to Sorho. Shells, that thought hadn’t even touched her mind until he mentioned it. And they all knew what greens were like! A twinge of terror, like an icy finger coiled around her. She didn’t want to end up in bed with Sorho! Most of the time she just… wanted to give him a good slap!


With the scent of ichor hot in her nostrils, they flared as Dardueth sucked the scent in, inhaling deeply. It smelled so good! As she sidled closer, she realised that her brother was trying to hide it from her! Keep it all to himself! And that was no good at all. But for all he was only a hatchling, he was still bigger than she by a considerable measure. The green hopped nimbly to one side as the rock rolled noisily forward and she seemed to consider the situation. She wanted what he had. And he wasn’t going to hand it over willingly. Hmm. The wily green maneuvered behind the bronze, approaching a dark puddle that was still sinking into the sand. A clumsy staffer had inadvertently spilled a large pitcher of wine in the candlemarks before as they cleared the rubble from the Sands. The alcohol had mostly evaporated by now in the heat of the cavern, but the scent was still sickly and rich, more pungent as Dardueth approached it.


(( Oh, what IS that intoxicating aroma? Why… it smells positively delightful! )) Her mind-voice took on a decidedly theatrical note as she slithered towards the dark puddle, glancing over her shoulders back at her brother. (( I was so VERY hungry… but this WONDERFUL smelling thing… I shall feast until I feel hunger no more! )) Dipping her head to the puddle, the green made a show of inhaling deeply, looking for all the world that she was deeply invested in investigating the wonderful thing she had found.


He stopped what he was doing, his sisters beguiling words seducing the young bronze away from his single minded attempt at construction.  Letting go of his large rock, the bronze made his way over to the green and sniffed at whatever it was that she was smelling.  He couldn’t identify it, like so many other things in the world, but it sure did smell… strange.  Interesting even.  Tentatively he opened his mouth and lapped some up.  It wasn’t bad!  And he was starving!  He lapped up a little more, then a little more… completely distracted.


{{ Oh!  This isn’t bad at all!  It’s actually really good!  What is this!?  }}


(( I believe it is clearly some sort of… of… )) The green fumbled for a word in her limited vocabulary, (( It is… nectar! Yes! And it shall sate your.. I mean OUR hunger. You should drink deeply of its sustenance, brother! )) Even as she spoke, she sidled to one side, smacking her lips noisily as though she too had sampled the dark liquid. Of course, she had done nothing of the sort and her beady eyes were already glancing towards the remnants of the bronze’s shell. Cautiously she sniffed the air as though trying to get a new scent of the now very dead firelizard. Whatever had leaked from it had smelled... wonderful! 


The bronze was more than distracted by this newfound… what had she called it?  Nectar?  He didn’t know what that was but it sounded just right.  He lapped more of it up, completely oblivious to his sister’s actions for the moment.


Dardueth was positively delighted! Her scheme was most certainly working and the crafty little green continued to sidle towards the now abandoned remnants of her brother’s shell. Her delicate head twisted this way and that as she tried to recapture the delectable scent she had found on the air and her stomach rumbled with anticipatory hunger. Victory would be hers! Keeping half an eye on her brother, she carefully moved towards the broken shell. Sure enough, the scent was stronger here and on instinct alone, she smacked her lips, revelling in the thought of what she would find.


Hunger got the better of her careful plan, overtaking her need to be stealthy and causing her rush the last few steps, thrusting her nose into the shell pieces with a snorted rumble of glee. She would have it! She would claim her prize! Thoughts of care and delicacy were forgotten about as pieces of shell were noisily cast about and Dardueth scrabbled in the midst, determined to law her paws on the hidden treasure. 


“Hey, watch out!  She’s going to steal it!” Sorho called out to the bronze, eager to make a good impression on the bronze.  The dragonet snapped his head up from the wine and twisted his head, looking around him with his one good eye, pausing a moment at the boy before turning his attention fully to his sister.


{{ Dardueth!  What are you doing?  How DARE you!? }} he charged back to his shell, completely intent on stopping her from completing her mischief.


With the scent of ichor, though rapidly growing cold, filling her nostrils, Dardueth’s plan had now become one of complete and utter intent. The hunger gnawed in her belly and the desire to crunch bones and rend flesh became irresistible. With a crowing bugle of triumph, the green wrapped her jaws around the firelizard’s soft body, intent on pulling it from its hiding place. (( It shall be MINE! )) 


Without thought, Ysolde clutched Sorho’s arm, her eyes riveted on the dispute between the two hatchlings. Would they fight over the food? Hurt each other? The glowing red of their eyes was eerie in the dim light and all she could do was watch. Surely one of the sires would intervene. Something.


{{ No! It’s mine, thief! Nobody steals from me!  }}  the bronze charged right at the remains of the egg, trying to shoulder his way past her.  The egg was never meant for two and soon enough the struggle between the bronze and green was enough to shatter what remained of it.  {{ Look at what you did!  Now it’s buried! }}


The shriek of fury from the green was earsplitting in the acoustics of the Caverns. How dare this pompous brute try to steal her prize. Crashing through the remnants of the shell, crushing pieces underfoot as she went. (( Worry about your shell all you like, foolish brother! I have the REAL prize and you shan’t have it! )) The firelizard corpse in her mouth flopped in a macabre fashion as she danced away, her smaller body more agile than his own and ducked to one side of the bronze. She knew he had a weakness. That blind eye. If she was clever, maybe she could stay in his blind spot…


{{  GIVE it BACK!  }} he demanded, loudly.  He opened his wings, taking an aggressive stance towards her, instincts kicking in.   Lowering his body, as if ready to pounce, the bronze took a step towards her, turning his head so as to be able to look at her with his good eye.  {{ Give it back now or I’ll take it from you!  It’s mine!  }}


Dark and wicked amusement seemed to roll from the green in waves as she lithely danced about her bronze brother. (( Should have been paying more attention then! Finders keepers, losers weepers! And you’ll never be quick enough to catch me! )) Her hissing rumble seemed triumphant and she noisily gnashed her teeth about the firelizard, the crunching of bones uncomfortably audible. 


He tried to follow her with his one good eye, turning his body in a circle but failing to keep up with her speed.  He kept trying, demonstrating his endurance, though his patience soon proved to be lacking.  With a growl, he lunged at her, trying to tackle the green.


“He’s going to get her,” Sorho said, only just noticing Ysolde’s closeness.  He jerked away instinctively.  “You--I--Whatever--whatareyoudoing?  Get off.”


Ysolde ignored Sorho’s grumbling, she was much too distracted by what was happening in front of her. Just because she didn’t want the green, didn’t mean that she wanted to see the hatchlings rip each other to shreds right in front of her. Even as the bronze lunged, a gasped squeal of surprise escaped her, her hand flying to her mouth. “No!” she gasped, her stomach lurching with a ball of panic.


(( Keep away! )) Dardueth shrieked at her brother, throwing herself down to the sand even as he lunged towards her. (( The creature is mine! )) With a guttural hiss of noise, the green flailed and as she did, scooped up a pawful of the hot sand. Instinctively and without thinking she flung it at her brother, or more specifically, right towards his one good eye.


Sand impacted the bronze’s wide open eye and immediately he hissed, temporarily completely blind.  He started to shake his head wildly from side to side, panic starting to set in, {{ What did you do?  I can’t see!  I’m blind! }}


Wailing, he dashed off towards the candidates, running towards the only thing he could, that pull, that mind… he tripped over shells and stones and completely  knocked over one of the candidates, all in order to reach the only one that could help him.  {{ Please!  I’m blind!  I can’t see at all!  And I’m so hungry!  Lerian, save me! Save your Cycleth! }}


As her bronze brother scampered away, Dardueth’s attention was caught by the direction that he moved towards. Why, she had hardly noticed those peculiar things before now. Or rather, she had pointedly ignored them. The broken body of the firelizard was all but forgotten about, discarded in the sand like so much rubbish. With smug satisfaction, she watched her wailing brother run away and… and… what happened then? She wasn’t sure. Clearly something did or why else would he have run to… someone in particular? One of those peculiar white shapes?


Stepping forward, the bright, emerald coloured green flared her wings in sudden apprehension, snorting and chuffing at the group as she inspected them. But she was still so very, very hungry. However, she had a fancy that she had a taste for something particular. Something exquisite. Her shape moved across the sands, gliding forward so effortlessly that she might have been floating. Her head flicked from side to side as she let the hot scents fill her nostrils. She could smell… fear. How delightful! Her eyes whirled faster and faster as she approached the group but at the last second, deviated to one side. Hunkered low, it was a stark reminder that dragons were a predatory animal as she slithered to stop in front of Sorho and Ysolde.


(( You smell… Diviiiiine… )) She hissed, but with her mind-voice projecting to all and sundry, it wasn’t clear to whom exactly she was directing her remark. (( Such a wonderful looking treasure… oh yes… yes… I shall have you for myself! )) Her mind-voice thrummed with intimacy, as though perhaps speaking to a lover. But the edge of hunger ran through it as she stared, her head weaving from side to side.


Sorho felt a shudder go up his spine when he heard the green’s voice in his head.  No, oh, no.  No, no, no, no.  He was supposed to impress bronze, even a half blind one would’ve been better than a green, he’d even take a blue!  He turned towards Ysolde and a rage rose within him.  “You,” he said.  “This is your fault.  She’s yours, not mine.”


Before he knew it his hands were on the girl’s shoulders and he was shoving her towards the green Hatchling.  “Get it the feck away,” Sorho told her. “It’s you she wants!”


Keep moving. That’s it, keep heading towards the… oh no… no, why was she coming this way? Why was she stopping HERE?! As the soft voice filtered into her thoughts, Ysolde felt her limbs turn to ice. No. Surely not. Not her. Not this. Her breathing sharpened through her nose as she willed herself to stay calm. At Sorho’s angry words, her head snapped towards him, her mouth open to issue a scathing remark. But instead she was stumbling forward, arms flailing out just as Dardueth’s muscles tightened to launch her into a pounce.


Time seemed to both slow to a standstill and speed up to a blur. As Dardueth sprang forward, Ysolde got in the way. Or most accurately, her arms did. Flailing arms were suddenly wrapped about by razor-sharp dragonet claws that sliced through flesh as easily as a hot knife through butter. Her brain hadn’t caught up with the white hot pain that rippled over her arms as Ysolde crashed into the sand with a moan, the blood already spilling onto the ground. Dazed, she tried to scramble back to her feet just as Dardueth thrust past her with a snap of angry jaws.


Blood, she could smell… blood. It was hot on the air and enticing. But it wasn’t the blood she wanted. Even as she pushed past Ysolde her gaze fixated on Sorho. He was… exquisite. Handsome. So very handsome. She liked that. Even if she wasn’t sure why. Oh yes, he was marvellous. Her lips curled back into a growl as the hunger wrapped itself around her and Dardueth launched herself at him with a furious, hungry bellow. Claws and snapping teeth were extended, reaching out for soft and pliable flesh. 


Sorho had no time to react.  He could only stare, wide-eyed as the green dragonet landed upon him.  She was heavier than he’d expected her to be and he went down with her on top of him.  Her jaws shut around his left arm as it rose attempting to protect his head but her needle sharp teeth tore into the skin and muscle, the force of her bite easily breaking the bone.  He couldn’t even scream in agony because when they landed her weight completely knocked the wind out of him.  Due to the very nature of the impact the green attempted to stabilize herself on top of Sorho, and unconsciously buried her claws into him--her rear claws in particular caused significant damage to the boy, as they dug deeply into his lower abdomen and ripping through his stomach and intestines. 


Immediately the candidate coughed up blood but he wasn’t dead yet… and he had one free arm, which he swung decidedly at the dragonet’s head.  


Clinging all the tighter as they fell, Dardueth’s claws ripped through Sorho, slicing deeply into his gut. With feverish glee, she hissed in delight as the deluge of blood began to pour and as she released his arm, her jaws bit down again on the upper groove of his neck and collar bone. In full bloodthirsty frenzy her hind legs kicked and scrabbled, ripping new holes in the boy.


(( Yesss! )) she hissed, her whirling eyes half lidded in gory pleasure as she bit down harder. (( The blood… the blood is the life… the most handsome blood… ))


Somehow, Ysolde stumbled to her feet again. Her brain hadn’t connected to the blood pouring down her arms, to the white hot pain that ran up her flesh. It could only process the sight of the candidate being disemboweled in front of her as the arterial spray soared across the air, hitting her robes which were no longer a ceremonial white. It was a macabre fountain of which she was in  a direct path, mingling with the blood on her arms. And all she could do was stare, stare in frozen and mortified horror as she watched Sorho’s gut open up in front of her eyes.


The more she dug in, the worse the tear was; soon enough the tear was large enough and intestines exploded outwards alongside blood which began to stain the hatching sands.  Again Sorho tried to scream but she was stepping on his chest as well.  Sorho struggled through the pain, trying to yank away the arm she held away from her while his right arm continued to attack, aiming his fist at her mouth in an attempt to get her to let go--he hadn’t even had time to realize that he was dying.  Adrenaline was rushing through his body still.  He wanted to curse her, and curse Ysolde and the whole fecking world but in the end he was the only one to blame.  Still he attempted to fight, though each attempt was noticeably weaker than the last as the lack of blood and oxygen started to take their effect.


Ysolde couldn’t move. Some part of her noticed that. Noticed that she couldn’t move even though part of her mind was screaming to do… something. Somewhere she noticed that the blood that covered her was a mixture of Sorho’s and her own. But she couldn’t do anything about it. All she could do was watch in slack-jawed horror.


From the side of the Stands, on hand “just in case”, the Healers watched. Already bags were in hand, a stretcher, anything they could grab. But not one of them could move until the green had released her victim. Not a single one of them would risk startling the green into Between by disturbing her before she had found her Rider. It was sad, but one human life wasn’t necessarily as important as the life of a dragon who would help save thousands from Thread over and over again. All around them, the tension notched up as they prickled with the anticipation of being ready to run, run like the ground beneath them was on fire.


Sorho’s attempts to release himself were futile, Dardueth using her wings to bat the weakening blows away. What seemed like an age seemed to pass until the blows lessened… and lessened… and finally, they stopped. Throwing her head back, the blood soaked green crowed in triumph at her kill. Her roar, though tiny, was still furious until it cut off abruptly as though all of a sudden, something had snapped its fingers and caught her attention. With all the disdain of having trodden in something unpleasant, the green pulled herself free of Sorho’s maimed corpse, heedless and uncaring of the new rips her claws left in their wake. Something, something was… waiting. For her. Yes, she could feel it. It was right here. 


(( There! There you are! My Trifali, you shall share this with me! Share the delight of what I have done, feel the energy that surges within me! Yes, we shall hunt together and it will be WONDROUS! ))


As the green left the bloodied mess behind her, the Healers surged onto the Sands. All the Healing in the world would do nothing for the boy as Sorho was carefully lifted onto the waiting stretcher, his body quickly covered with sheets as they rushed the stretcher away from eyes that had already seen far too much. As for Ysolde, it was immediately apparent that the girl’s mind had frozen in place, her eyes staring at the bloody sands even after Sorho was removed and there was nothing left of him but the bloody reminder of himself. And those wounds to her arms… lacerations down the length of her forearms, some deep enough to almost see the white of bone beneath the coursing blood. A unanimous decision was made. They couldn’t save one, but there was one for whom they could do something. And by shells, it was better than nothing at all.


For two Candidates, the Hatching had already ended. Sorho had stood his last Hatching only he hadn’t walked away with a dragon at his side. And Ysolde, escorted carefully from the Sands by the Healers, she at least, would walk away today. Although it would be without the coveted gold dragon at her side, at least there had been only one sheet covered body carefully taken away.



 

Cycleth : Cycleth was hatched a big, powerful bronze and would have been the asset to any major wing if only the accident hadn't happened before the Hatching that left him with only one working eye. He's striking, both because of the dark bronze body with the zigzag patterns on his body that look like thunder bolts and because of his opaque right eye.

 

The loss of his eye doesn't keep him down. He's strong willed and determined to show his best abilities that he can. Despite his eye, he can manage to fly in the Queen's wing and has a knack for avoiding danger that is full of luck. More than once he'll make a save that could only be described as miraculous and he'll earn a great reputation for it.

 

When hunting, he has a knack for herding the herdbeasts up before striking, which can be annoying to his rider when they're in a hurry but can be very helpful to other dragons also wanting to eat. Less helpful is when he does it just to have fun and gets his rider in trouble for running the herds ragged.

 

Cycleth also has a fascination for building. He never knows exactly what he's building, or how to build it well, but he's sure going to try. Given a chance, he'll spend hours trying to create elaborate little creations with rocks. and his rider will often find him piling up rocks and trying to build random objects that will have to be quickly dismantled before they accidentally fall on someone.

  


Dardueth: From the moment she falls free from her shell, there is something decidedly hypnotic about the way Dardueth moves. Even as a hatchling there will be a sinuous, elegant liquidity in her movements that will be impossible to keep from staring at and a well balanced shape that makes Dardueth a stunningly beautiful green to observe.

 

Even her mind-voice has a sultry and sensual timbre to it and it rolls smoothly into thoughts, compelling the listener to stop and pay attention to her, no matter how important the task they were doing first may be. A bright, emerald shade of green with sweeping dark shadows that seem to accentuate her all the more.

 

Hungry is a word to describe Dardueth. Hungry, hungry and hungry some more. Especially if you're male. More so if you're handsome. Dardueth's Rider will have to work hard to keep her in check and to stop her roving eye and make her pay attention to the things she's meant to be doing. When she puts her mind to it, she's surprisingly cunning for a green, but incredibly easily distracted.

 

A particularly unusual characteristic will be Dardueth's tendency to blood her kills, seeming to prefer sucking them dry and pouncing on the next poor animal before reluctantly, she'll take the meat she needs. Unfortunately, it means she has an exceptionally high prey drive for smaller creatures to exact the same fate upon them and her Rider will be likely on the receiving end of Dardueth having caused the untimely demise of more than one beloved pet.







Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

 

Calyse joined the other girls on the upper platform, fussing nervously with the white gown she wore. This was it. Her brother once stood on the Sands below and found his own lifemate. Would she be as lucky? Was coming to Arolos really the right decision? Trepidation made flutterbynights in her stomach. 

Offering a quick glance at the others, her lips twitched in a quick, silent 'good luck' to them. It was late, so very late, and yet she was filled with anxious energy that made standing still very difficult. Yet she tried to project an air of calm, bowing to the massive Queen hovering over her precious eggs. 

"Th-Thank you, Foreth," she murmured over the humming, unsure whether the giant gold would hear her, but grateful nonetheless to be among those gathered. 


On Sat, Sep 5, 2020, 11:54 AM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
Ioya ran as quick as she could in her white robes. It was odd to be awakened for a hatching at this time. She hoped that everything was okay. A small part of her hoped that singing egg had survived.

When she reached the upper cavern, she bowed to Foreth. "Good Hatching to you Fair Queen."

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020, 3:50 PM Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
Kaylee shivered as a chill worked its way down her back. It rained all day, making it gloomy and darn near spooky.

She had her nose stuck in a lesson hide when she first heard and felt it. The eggs, how many ever there were...... Hatching was about to start.

Quickly she grabbed her robe and shimmed out of her boring everyday clothes and into her white gown. She was fixing her hair when she heard the summons from Foreth.

She quickly took off and raced for the Upper Caverns. She sucked in a breath and turned to greet Foreth with a curtsey before joining anyone else that was there.




Re: Hatching - Dark Beginnings (Set up post) #HatchingForeth2020

Coni P
 

One good thing about a late night, no-visitors hatching was that the
kitchen staff weren't all needed to get a feast ready. Oh, if people
told Larissa that they wanted to go watch because of someone they knew
on the sands, she was pretty good about arranging time for them to go.
But Insaya had only taken advantage of that once, maybe twice since
she'd been in the kitchens. Most of the time she was happy enough to
just listen in and report who impressed to the rest of the kitchen.
This time though, she wasn't needed. So she broke into as quick a run
as she could manage to get to the Sands so that she could hopefully
see her "little brother" impress.

On 05/09/2020, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@gmail.com> wrote:
At least one person was grateful to that dark. R'tal was quietly hoping
that the dim light and the attention on the tiny dragons would mean no-one
looked too closely at the sires and notice the eyepads they were wearing.

((Keep your head up, love.)) Up and further into the dark. ((I'll look for
you anyway.))

((I want to be able to smell them at least,)) Talith grumbled, but raised
his head. ((And you're terrible at watching. You're too busy watching
everything else.))

It was true, he was. All his attention kept shifting to *'what did we miss,
what could happen'. *Still he made an effort to look back at the Sands and
stop watching the crowd.

((Thank you.))

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 8:36 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@gmail.com> wrote:

The rain had been coming down for days. With the holes from the
explosion,
there were places for the rain to come in and puddles had formed in the
Lower Caverns. Some significantly big, but there was nothing to do about
it. Foreth and the gold eggs remained nice and dry, but the sires and
eggs
(the ones that remained) were not. Early that morning Foreth had asked
the
sires to move off the eggs just in case as she sensed that Hatching was
imminent, but surprisingly it wasn’t until after the Candidates were
supposed to be in bed that she let out the first hum.

The sound was soft at first, then grew louder and louder as the dragons
nearby took up the sound. The ACMs, also many roused from their beds,
rushed to get the Candidates ready at the surprise night time Hatching.
As
the Candidates were roused and rushed to put on their robes, people ran
around looking for glows to add. No one could get onto the Sands to add
to
the walls, but there were enough around the Caverns that a good deal
could
be seen still.

Due to the lateness of the Hatching, few people outside the Weyr would be
able to come. There was no room in the Upper Caverns for anyone but an
ACM
and AWLM to watch and the Candidates anyway. With Kassia incapacitated,
Foreth could do pretty much anything she wanted and she wanted only who
she
considered the best of the best to be presented to her gold eggs. She put
out a call for each of the girls who had been allowed to come see the
gold
eggs, plus Shalia and Andreya. As they came in, Foreth looked over each
girl and rejected or approved them as they came onto the Sands until she
was satisfied. Meanwhile the Hatching was already starting in the gloomy
dark.


--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--
True friendship comes from the heart - not an electric squid to the face.
(Wander Over Yonder)


Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

Kouga
 

As soon as the first Candidates arrived to the Hatching Caverns, Foreth started calling to the girls who had seen the gold eggs and Kassia's family to come up to the Upper Caverns. There she took final say as to if they no longer qualified.
((Come to me,)) she crooned. ((Come see my gold eggs.))

OOC: If your girl saw the eggs previously then let me know if you want
your girl to be rejected, otherwise it's presumed that she's up with
Foreth.<<

It was late and she was tired, but Orsailen wouldn't miss this for
anything! She glanced at her robe once more, having already been
fidgeting with it slightly to get it perfect, on the way up here. As
she stood in front of Foreth though feeling even more judged now than
she had originally she couldn't help the need for a steadying breath.
This was her change and she was going to take it! She wouldn't let her
papa or cousin down! She straightened up and looked at the gold
waiting, letting out a breath she didn't know she had been holding
when she was allowed past and got to once more see those golden eggs.

---------------

Dyarla had been barely sleeping when things had started and had been
glad for Little Drum as he was able to pull her awake before the ACMs
giving her a couple of extra moments. She had been glad as usual for
the extra work she had put into her robes when she found herself being
judged by Foreth. It made her feel just a bit better to know that she
had done all she could to be perfect for this moment. She knew looks
weren't what mattered, but it made her feel a bit better to know that
she had bothered for Foreth at the very least. The poor gold had been
through so much and she wanted to do all she could to make this
hatching as perfect as she could for the poor queen.

She hadn't thought a moment that she might be found wanting by the
gold, but she did find herself stepping carefully once she was allowed
though. There they were, the gold eggs, Foreth's pride and joys. She
knew the little ones in the hatching caverns below were good too, but
well as she had told her sister. She wanted this, she wanted them, and
that was all she could focus on right now.

*Kouga*

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Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

jarel_lilienkamp
 

Ioya ran as quick as she could in her white robes. It was odd to be awakened for a hatching at this time. She hoped that everything was okay. A small part of her hoped that singing egg had survived.

When she reached the upper cavern, she bowed to Foreth. "Good Hatching to you Fair Queen."

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020, 3:50 PM Yvonne <kaliangelkat@...> wrote:
Kaylee shivered as a chill worked its way down her back. It rained all day, making it gloomy and darn near spooky.

She had her nose stuck in a lesson hide when she first heard and felt it. The eggs, how many ever there were...... Hatching was about to start.

Quickly she grabbed her robe and shimmed out of her boring everyday clothes and into her white gown. She was fixing her hair when she heard the summons from Foreth.

She quickly took off and raced for the Upper Caverns. She sucked in a breath and turned to greet Foreth with a curtsey before joining anyone else that was there.




Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

Yvonne
 

Kaylee shivered as a chill worked its way down her back. It rained all day, making it gloomy and darn near spooky.

She had her nose stuck in a lesson hide when she first heard and felt it. The eggs, how many ever there were...... Hatching was about to start.

Quickly she grabbed her robe and shimmed out of her boring everyday clothes and into her white gown. She was fixing her hair when she heard the summons from Foreth.

She quickly took off and raced for the Upper Caverns. She sucked in a breath and turned to greet Foreth with a curtsey before joining anyone else that was there.




Re: Hatching - Dark Beginnings (Set up post) #HatchingForeth2020

Laura Walker
 

At least one person was grateful to that dark. R'tal was quietly hoping that the dim light and the attention on the tiny dragons would mean no-one looked too closely at the sires and notice the eyepads they were wearing. 

((Keep your head up, love.)) Up and further into the dark. ((I'll look for you anyway.))

((I want to be able to smell them at least,)) Talith grumbled, but raised his head. ((And you're terrible at watching. You're too busy watching everything else.))

It was true, he was. All his attention kept shifting to 'what did we miss, what could happen'. Still he made an effort to look back at the Sands and stop watching the crowd.

((Thank you.))

On Sat, Sep 5, 2020 at 8:36 PM sailyn2 <empressoftheworld@...> wrote:

The rain had been coming down for days. With the holes from the explosion, there were places for the rain to come in and puddles had formed  in the Lower Caverns. Some significantly big, but there was nothing to do about it. Foreth and the gold eggs remained nice and dry, but the sires and eggs (the ones that remained) were not. Early that morning Foreth had asked the sires to move off the eggs just in case as she sensed that Hatching was imminent, but surprisingly it wasn’t until after the Candidates were supposed to be in bed that she let out the first hum.


The sound was soft at first, then grew louder and louder as the dragons nearby took up the sound. The ACMs, also many roused from their beds, rushed to get the Candidates ready at the surprise night time Hatching. As the Candidates were roused and rushed to put on their robes, people ran around looking for glows to add. No one could get onto the Sands to add to the walls, but there were enough around the Caverns that a good deal could be seen still. 


Due to the lateness of the Hatching, few people outside the Weyr would be able to come. There was no room in the Upper Caverns for anyone but an ACM and AWLM to watch and the Candidates anyway. With Kassia incapacitated, Foreth could do pretty much anything she wanted and she wanted only who she considered the best of the best to be presented to her gold eggs. She put out a call for each of the girls who had been allowed to come see the gold eggs, plus Shalia and Andreya. As they came in, Foreth looked over each girl and rejected or approved them as they came onto the Sands until she was satisfied. Meanwhile the Hatching was already starting in the gloomy dark.



--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Hatching - Dark Riddles #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

Near Truenoth, the Stoic Pebble egg had been sitting unassuming and likely overlooked as first one crack appeared in its surface and then another. More and more cracks rippled through the hardened egg shell. When a thick muzzle poked its way out the top and then a head, it was hard to tell where Hatchling started and the egg ended. The color of the dragon was almost the same shade as his granite home.

Truenoth had never in his life encountered anything that could have prepared him for this experience of guarding a clutch of his own eggs, of being there when they Hatched. He wished he could see them. But he knew they were there. He could hear them. He leaned in to sniff at the head that had emerged from the nearby egg.

((Hello,)) he said. ((I am Truenoth, your sire. And I am happy to meet you.))

A melodic voice seemed to laugh. A joyful sound, not a mocking one – but there seemed to be an air of mystery about it. Like she knew something Truenoth did not.

((And you,)) said the bronze to the voice. ((Where are you, little one?))

((A world apart, though close at hand,)) said the Hatchling. The dragonet, perhaps. Truenoth was certain now that she had not yet Hatched and could not properly be called a Hatchling.

((Will you not come out to meet me?)) he asked her.

((Am I within, or is the outside world the true microcosm?))

Truenoth tilted his head curiously.

((My wit is keen,)) said the voice dolefully, ((yet my knowledge is bound… A wider world will unlock the latter… the former will serve as my path forward.))

The tan Hatchling pushed his claws up between his head and the shell and pushed. Gradually the egg gave away and out spilled the stocky brown. He shook his head as he stood up as if trying to clear it.

((Hello,)) the tan dragon answered Truenoth slowly. It was hard to tell if he was just a slow speaker or perhaps not the brightest dragon of the bunch. ((I... am Tredamth.))

After spreading his wings and then stretching, he turned a slow circle to look up at his sire. ((You are big but you are not my dam,)) he said, eyes whirling and voice full of surprise. To the voice he added, ((I do not think you are my dam either.))

((Can that seed which is yet untouched by the light bear fruit?)) the voice asked.

Truenoth leaned in to sniff the egg he thought might contain the voice. Was she waiting for something? He lightly touched the shell with his muzzle.

((Are you here, my unhatched daughter?))

To answer him, a green muzzle poked up through the top of the Bricked Skull egg to touch him.

((Well done!)) she said, and a moment later, the entire shell cracked open as she spread her wings. ((You found me. I am Xinspeth, your reward.))

Truenoth rumbled mirthfully.

((Welcome, Xinspeth. Welcome, Tredamth. It is my great honor to know you at long last.))

((Who are you?)) Tredamth asked the bronze. He started at a trot to get closer to Truenoth’s head, but didn’t have the coordination yet. He tripped on his wings and went head over heels tumbling down an incline of sand until he came to a heaping stop.

((Oof,)) he protested, shaking himself off. ((Maybe I don’t even know myself yet.))

((I am your sire,)) said Truenoth. ((I have guarded you day and night since you were laid on these Sands – along with Talith. Who is also your sire.)) How confusing. He would have helped the little one to his feet, but he could not see to do so.

((Fascinating… What dragon has two sires? And no dam?)) Xinspeth wondered, casting about to find a gold, any gold.

((I did not know I could have two sires,)) Tredamth said, sitting on his butt and scratching at his headknobs with a claw.

((You have two great sires,)) Foreth called from her spot in the Upper Caverns. ((They are wise. You should listen to Truenoth.))

((But where are you?)) Tredamth sat up and looked around, only to almost fall over again.

((Your dam watches over you with your sires' help,)) said Truenoth. ((And you will see her. For now, you have something important to see to.))

((A dam we have indeed, a hidden dam… A mystery. I am the daughter of a mysterious dam and two wise sires. A riddle in flesh and bone.)) Xinspeth was positively delighted.

((Will you help me find our dam?)) Tredamth asked, settling back down. He looked at Xinspeth. ((You know a lot. Where can we find her?))

((She is near… She watches over us,)) said Xinspeth as she continued to gaze upward for signs of the gold dragon who must be their mother. ((What is close by, yet beyond sight? What knows you well, yet lies outside your ken? Hmm…))

Xinspeth was frustrated that the riddles' answers eluded her. She was meant to be the one spinning them, not struggling to unravel them.

((She is like these,)) said the green, indicating the other eggs. Close, but hidden. ((Or perhaps like those.)) She gestured to the crowd watching them. They had been there all along, had they not? Yet she had not noticed them. Perhaps their dam was in plain sight but somehow beyond her notice – beyond her attention.

((I am half, only, of what I need.)) There must be some knowledge she lacked but could gain.

((Do you want to go look, Smart One?)) the brown asked. (((I will help you solve this mystery if you will help me. Just tell me where to go.))

((The only way to solve that which is yet unsolvable is to learn that which you do not know,)) said Xinspeth. Her eyes whirled blue and green to be called Smart. ((Where lies the unknown, Diligent One?))

((I...I don’t know,)) Tredamth said, unable to follow her cryptic wording. He did understand ‘where’, so he turned. It sounded like maybe she wanted him to take the lead. He gestured with a foreclaw. ((How about this way?))

((Lead on,)) said Xinspeth, rather amused and ready to go wherever Tredamth might take her. After all, it could only be someplace new. 

A decision made, however tentatively, the brown started off in the indicated direction. ((There is a rock over there. Maybe we can see better.))

((Ah, yes. A vantage point on high reveals things as yet unseen from below.)) Unseen from below… Xinspeth gazed upward again. Her golden dam must be somewhere up high…

She followed Tredamth to the rock and climbed upward to look all around. There were those white-clad things, then more like them even further beyond. No white. And there were eggs. A bronze dragon, Truenoth, their sire. And a brown. Talith, their sire.

((Do you think those white-clad things know something?)) Tredamth asked. ((There are so many of them. Surely someone can tell us where to go and what to do.))

((Everyone knows something,)) said Xinspeth. ((Four legs walk down the hill. Six legs leave the hill behind. Yes?)) She had to find the one who knew the most. If she could have that advantage starting off, she would stay well ahead of the others…


Tredamth didn’t know much, but something was telling him that the white creatures knew something he didn’t. He strained until he was as tall as possible and looked over the group.

Suddenly his eyes settled on one particular thing in white. No, person. As Impression set in the word came to mind. ((Ronhim, come show me where to go!))

Xinspeth was concerned… perhaps concerned was not the best word. Worried? Afraid? She hated to think she was vulnerable to such things. But for a moment, it seemed Tredamth was going to pick the white-clad thing who knew the most. When he did not, she was relieved. She had to get there now. Quickly, before anyone else tried to claim hers.

((Zosime, shall we make six legs of it?))

Under the watchful eyes of their sires, the two Hatchlings finally found their lifemates. The riddle was solved. 

 




Dragonet - Tredamth: Tredamth is as unprepossessing as his egg. When he hatched, it was hard to tell where the dragon began and the egg ended. He is the same color as his egg, though not the same texture. He sits quietly, and can be mistaken for a granite statue by those who don't know him.


The best way to describe Tredamth is "stocky". His wingspan is slightly less than other dragons and his body a little larger. This hides his flaming capacity - he will be able to sustain a flame longer than most dragons. This will give him an advantage that puts him at point, because he will sear more Thread than his wingmates, leaving them to pick up the stragglers. No, he's not SuperDragon, but he's close.


Dragonet - Xinspeth: Xinspeth has a light colored head that leads into a light colored body. She is sleek, but strong with long wings and large for a a green. She will be a superior hunter, but a very messy one and her rider will have to have a strong stomach for this reason.


Xinspeth is very gregarious and loves having a lot of attention around her, but she is a trickster and loves her riddles and she has no qualms make sure that you know that she thinks she's superior when you don't know the answer to her riddles. She is possessive and even with her rider, she will like to take and hide things use the riddle trick to try to keep from giving them back. On more than one occasion her rider will be late to something important because Xinspeth will refuse to give up her straps or agree to give them a ride before they've answered something to her satisfaction.


Xinspeth will be particularly fascinated with babies and hatchlings and from early on will want to know whether they come from and how they come about and will be insistent that her rider have babies for her.



Re: Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

Ren
 

Rennitz approached the ueen, feeling a deep determination in her soul. She gave a respectful bow to the queen while a painful comiseration tinged the back of her mind. Foreth was so brave to see these little ones of hers hatching, especially after she'd just lost so many. Eight. Eight dragons who wouldn't see the light of day. For now, Rennitz focused her gaze on the two most important ones, the golds who had been isolated by their mother for their safety. They would hatch up here alone and find their mates. In a way, it was sort of poetic.

Deep down and with everything that she had, Rennitz prayed deeply to the hatchlings that one might choose her.
--
Out of the fire comes new life. Telgar Rises!

Are you afraid of the dark? Come play in the Shadow...


Hatching - Dark Beginnings (Set up post) #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

The rain had been coming down for days. With the holes from the explosion, there were places for the rain to come in and puddles had formed  in the Lower Caverns. Some significantly big, but there was nothing to do about it. Foreth and the gold eggs remained nice and dry, but the sires and eggs (the ones that remained) were not. Early that morning Foreth had asked the sires to move off the eggs just in case as she sensed that Hatching was imminent, but surprisingly it wasn’t until after the Candidates were supposed to be in bed that she let out the first hum.


The sound was soft at first, then grew louder and louder as the dragons nearby took up the sound. The ACMs, also many roused from their beds, rushed to get the Candidates ready at the surprise night time Hatching. As the Candidates were roused and rushed to put on their robes, people ran around looking for glows to add. No one could get onto the Sands to add to the walls, but there were enough around the Caverns that a good deal could be seen still. 


Due to the lateness of the Hatching, few people outside the Weyr would be able to come. There was no room in the Upper Caverns for anyone but an ACM and AWLM to watch and the Candidates anyway. With Kassia incapacitated, Foreth could do pretty much anything she wanted and she wanted only who she considered the best of the best to be presented to her gold eggs. She put out a call for each of the girls who had been allowed to come see the gold eggs, plus Shalia and Andreya. As they came in, Foreth looked over each girl and rejected or approved them as they came onto the Sands until she was satisfied. Meanwhile the Hatching was already starting in the gloomy dark.


Hatching - Come to Me atten: Girls Who Saw the Gold Eggs #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

As soon as the first Candidates arrived to the Hatching Caverns, Foreth started calling to the girls who had seen the gold eggs and Kassia's family to come up to the Upper Caverns. There she took final say as to if they no longer qualified.

((Come to me,)) she crooned. ((Come see my gold eggs.))

OOC: If your girl saw the eggs previously then let me know if you want your girl to be rejected, otherwise it's presumed that she's up with Foreth.


Hatching - Broken is the Night #HatchingForeth2020

sailyn2
 

Despite the darkness, there was something a little more eerie about the Caverns tonight. Maybe it was the scorch marks running up the walls or the remnants of rubble that had been too large to clear away safely when there were two males guarding the eggs with even more vigilance than usual. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that this time there was an undercurrent of sadness behind the thrumming anticipation. A sadness because of eggs that would never hatch. 


Deep in the shadows, an egg had begun to shiver and twitch, an egg that seemed to barely contain the raw power of nature itself. The peculiar lines, so much like crashing lightning across a stormy sky seemed to vibrate and shift across the surface as the cracking lines began running down the surface.


Up in the stands, there was a bristle of sudden interest as the sounds of cracking began echoing around the Caverns and one particularly enthusiastic young spectator leaned over the Stands, pointing fervently to the shadowy shapes of the eggs below. “It’s alive! It’s aliiiiive!” He called out, his voice jubilant before his mother next to him hastily made him be silent.


Shaking and jumping, the Lightning in a Bottle egg continued to hop and wriggle in its sandy divot before it fell apart with a loud crack that echoed all about it. The blue that lurched forward clumsily prompted a gasp. The head that peered about it was gloriously handsome, finely sculpted and a beautiful light shade of blue. He was big too, for a blue at least and he huddled himself together as though trying to perhaps seem smaller than he was. (( Mother? )) The quiet voice seemed shy and tentative for all that it carried across the Caverns with sonorous ease. The bulky blue hatching shifted again, stumbling forward only this time, the gasp of delight from the Stands was more akin to something of horror. It was quite clear that the little blue did not look… right. In fact he looked horribly as though he had been made up of, well, mismatched pieces of hatchling. With the exception of his stunning head, the blue looked decidedly wonky, something that wasn’t helped by the peculiar patchwork colouration that seemed to start and end at each limb.


Snorting the remnants of egg slime from his nostrils, he looked about him. (( Mother? Father? Are you there? You made me and now I am here. You gave me life and it is mine to have. But there is no one else here… )) The little blue seemed decidedly mournful about that fact. Was he really alone? Truly alone? He let loose a sad little bugle as he seemed to contemplate this, his handsome face seeming deep in thought as he peered about him at the still shapes of his clutchmates’ eggs. The peculiar looking little blue knew he was here for a reason. He didn’t understand what it was. But he felt it. Had felt it deep inside from the moment his eyes had opened. He knew he must have a purpose. Why else would he have been brought into this strange, dark world? Every living thing must have a purpose, a place, something in him knew that. Even him? Yes, even him. Shaking himself to his feet, he stumbled forward again, clearly more uncoordinated than even the average hatching and caught in the light of a dim glow, it seemed that perhaps his limbs were not the same size, one leg bigger than the other, a furled wing that seemed stumpy compared to its partner.


(( I want… I want… )) He knew he wanted something. Knew that it was terribly important. Sniffing the air, he looked about him, his eyes a whirling haze of reddish swirls that seemed to glow ominously in the barely lit Caverns. His shadow cast monstrous shapes on the walls as he passed, stopping to sniff here and there. Something felt terribly wrong all about him and the little blue was very aware of the eyes that seemed to scrutinise his every move. He could feel them, high up above him. All of them watching. 


Had he done something wrong? It felt terribly as though they were watching, judging. But he had only just woken up, only just stepped onto the hot sand that made his feet prickle. He didn’t think he had done anything wrong. He was just… him. Him and no one else. But he wanted a… someone. Or maybe a something? He wasn’t sure. Couldn’t quite describe it. But it was there, under his skin like a static charge. He felt the stare of invisible eyes and the roiling turbulence of anger grew. If he could not inspire love, he could cause fear! Ferociously he leapt forward, laid bare in the light in all his misshapen bulk. His teeth gnashed and his eyes whirled. If they thought him a monster, a monster he could be.


(( Stop looking at me! I have done nothing wrong! )) He roared, his voice carrying across the Sands and would put many a Harper to shame in its emotional projection. He lurched forward, his heavy and stilted movement only amplifying the peculiar disproportion of his body as he went. He did not know where he went, only that he was pulled this way. (( Is there none amongst these myriads of men that would pity me?! That would assist me?! )) It was becoming increasingly apparent that there was a deep rage growing within the blue as he lurched towards the white robed Candidates. He seemed barely able to contain himself with every step that he took. In his short life, Prometh, for that was indeed his name, felt certain that there was one thing and one thing only that he wanted. Acceptance. And there was only one place that he would find it, somewhere that was away from these awful, staring eyes.


Pushing through the Candidates, Prometh was fixated on something that only he saw. It was, to him, like a shining beacon. (( Almira! To you and only you I shall tell my true name. I shall whisper it in your ear for you must be the first to hear my name and not the names that men might give me! There is a rage within me, the likes of which should never escape, but there is also a love within me, the likes of which you have never seen. It is to you I give this love Almira, you and no one else! ))


As he came to a stop, the rainbow iridescence in his eyes shone from his beautiful face, regardless of the unorthodox appearance of the rest of him. Prometh had a world of love to give, despite the ugliness of his appearance. The one thing he wanted more than anything in the world was to be accepted and to be loved. He had found that love. It was right in front of him.




Prometh: From the moment he falls from his egg, Prometh is clearly a blue of proportions that will see him, eventually, on par with smaller browns and for a blue he will be considered practically ginormous. However, despite his size, Prometh seems... almost mismatched, a little as though along the way he was pieced together with an assortment of parts from dragons of different sizes and shades of blue - something that only seems to enhance the appearance of being put together from so many different pieces. He seems oddly uniform as well which just adds to it, fading abruptly from dark to light (or vice versa) precisely where the limb would end with heavy splotches of bright blue at the base of his neck.


As he grows older this mismatched appearance will be fair less obvious - barring his colours, but when he first emerges, he will look eerily... uneven, something the Dragonhealer's will proclaim is a result of the recent fire. A leg that seems too small, a forelimb that seems too big, even a wing that is bigger than the other.


Despite his "wonkiness", Prometh is clearly planning on becoming a mass of brute force and muscle, his body a rippling mass of strength that will see him able to complete Falls that will exhaust a smaller dragon much earlier on. But his facial appearance will be, well the only word for it is handsome, incredibly so. Where the proportions seemed peculiar on his body, his head is well-defined with a strong jaw and heavy brow that makes him appear deep in thought.


For all he might seem almost a little... ugly in his appearance, it is clear that his personality is anything but. All he has wanted since the moment he cracked his shell was to bond with another sentient creature and Prometh values that bond with everything he has, happy to spend hours conversing with his Rider about every little thing from the complications of politics to the beauty of the sunset that day. Deeply compassionate, Prometh's abject desire is to find love and acceptance from those around him and can be prone to fits of huge and violent rage should he be judged for his peculiar appearance. His Rider will need to be the voice of reason until he understands the world a little better.


However, at his best, Prometh is deeply intelligent with a passion for learning new and wonderful things and has an eloquence and articulation that is true to his colour and would be sure to make any Harper proud. He has a profoundly strong sense of right or wrong, especially against those who use superficial bias as their reasoning to cause harm. Especially fascinated by thunderstorms, Prometh will sit and stare in wonder at the lightning that strikes the ground, often pondering the origin of such power and marveling at its danger.


Re: Crispy, but not Chicken (attn: Hathayn, any healer)

Mya L. R.
 


On Fri, Sep 4, 2020 at 5:40 PM Kate Polsom via groups.io <kia1983_2003=yahoo.ca@groups.io> wrote:
“Well then, good thing I was here,” Lorithi said with a gentle smile,”Come with me and we’ll take a look at them. Did you happen to bring any of your healer records with you? If not, let me know who your healer was an I will send a message via firelizard to retrieve them.”

She led the way towards an exam room.

Hathayn gave the healer a slight nod and moved his left hand, taking some papers that were tucked under that arm out.  "I have them."  He said while he walked after her.
 

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Re: Party: Pardon My Clumsiness attn Miacca / Ronhim

Mya L. R.
 

On Thu, Aug 20, 2020 at 9:19 AM kepheren <kepheren@...> wrote:
His face brightened a bit at the mention of the kitchens. It was without a doubt the high point thus far of being at the Weyr. Ronhim had never eaten so well in his life! But he got a bit more sombre at the question as to where he had come from.

"Arolos Hold," he said simply.  "My job was to pick up heavy things and just do whatever they told me to..."

He shrugged a bit as his voice trailed off. It wasn't a subject he liked to talk about much.

"It's much nicer here."

Miacca couldn't help her giggle when she saw his expression brighten.  "Yeah, that is a fairly common expression I get when I mention Kitchens and baker together.  Along with maybe a little jealousy that I had an inside source for baked goodies."  She did pause to consider how he'd trailed off, less than eager sounding, when he was speaking about where he'd come from.  "Sounds like a necessary job but not one that'd have much variety unless you got lots of different shaped things to move.  Or maybe I'm just used to the whole rotating chore routine here that anything without the variety sounds like it'd get monotonous."
 

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Re: Twisted Logic (ATTN: Nyzara/Zy'fen)

Jessica Freise
 

"One day there will be," she replied quietly. "Or if not 'normal', then comfortable. One day, given time, you will adjust."

On Sep 5, 2020, at 11:39 AM, Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:

Zy'fen looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms, wondering when Illeana would be back to get him. "I'm not sure what that word means anymore. There is no normal." He was simply confused now.


Re: Twisted Logic (ATTN: Nyzara/Zy'fen)

Amy Frazey
 

Zy'fen looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms, wondering when Illeana would be back to get him. "I'm not sure what that word means anymore. There is no normal." He was simply confused now.


Re: Of Sound Mind? (Attn: Torrela/Namieh)

Laurie
 

There was always a tell. Some people saw them, some didn't. But Torrela's profession relied on being able to read people. She saw the wistfulness in her face--it was there and gone so fast that if she hadn't been watching she wouldn't have seen it. But that coincided so nicely with the abandonment from the first card that if this girl was older, she'd think she was being played.  Shards, she still could be. But, for now...she was going to focus on the second card. Maybe the third.

"I can tell already that we need to work on your outlook," she said. "You see the worst in people, and, while that can help you survive, it can also rob you of what you want. Case in point--the Hatching. 

"You were a Candidate. All Candidates would have been allowed to see the eggs, touch them, talk to them. Yet, you were so certain that you wouldn't be able to get close to them that you tried to take matters into your own hands." Torrela clasped her hands in front of her. "And yes, I know I'm only saying what you already know, but if you weren't so sure that the worst of the worst would happen then maybe all of this," she waved her arm to encompass the Infirmary, and by extension, the Weyr, "wouldn't have happened."

She studied Namieh, getting the feeling that if she kept talking the girl would completely shut down. "So. If you want to talk to me and try to get to the root of why you find it so hard to trust, I will talk to you. If you want to continue giving me insights into these cards, we can do that." Torrela gifted Namieh with a friendly smile. "Or we can just play cards. But not for money. Any hand I win, you need to give me insight into your thoughts. Any hand you win, you may ask me anything. What do you say?"

On Wed, Sep 2, 2020 at 4:47 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
This game was better than being stuck here in solitary, and the longer it went on, the more curious Namieh became of the results. What would this charade tell about herself, she wondered. Was there really some secret meaning behind everything? She leaned forward to analyze the next two cards, studying the pictures. These seemed nicer to her for some reason, less threatening and uncomfortable. Pointing to the card of flying figures, she commented. "Pretty colors. Are they supposed to be flyin'? That's my favorite color." She gestured at the swirling blues. 

Looking on the second card, her face adopted a wistful expression. This image she liked. She wasn't sure if it was the winged motherly figure or the kneeling girl, but some element of it resonated with her and made her miss the mother that had left her behind for an unknown reason. Her brows knit suddenly, distrustfully, as if rejecting the feeling. "I guess that one's fine, but I don't like it either." She lied. 

On Mon, Aug 31, 2020 at 4:03 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Again. Interesting. She saw the flaws in everything, not the beauty. Despair rather than hope. 

"OK, that's very good. I'm getting a good feeling about helping you. Now, the third card.

She shuffled again, but as she pulled one card, another was stuck to it. "Oops, guess it'll be two cards," she said, laughing. She lay them down. One showed several ethereal figures which seemed to be flying without a dragon. It wasn't clear whether they were  being sucked into a white hole, or flying away from it. Looking closely at the cards you could almost see different faces, but none as scary as from the last card. 

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the second card was a woman with feathered wings, standing before a girl-child kneeling on the ground. A firelizard was flying around the woman, and she was either teaching the girl, chastising her, or praising her.

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Once Torrela got the answers from Namieh, she would be ready to determine her course of action.

On Fri, Aug 28, 2020 at 3:41 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Smart alec that she was, the girl rolled her eyes at the thought these cards could hold some relation to herself. What a joke! She wasn't some fancy lady holding a bright glowstone any more than she was a robed lord with a cart. Inwardly, Namieh felt conflicted about the feelings this card's illustraion evoked, her eyes fixated on the darkness behind the woman rather than the light she held. "That's creepy," she commented with a squint. "All those bones and stuff behind her, clinging to her legs. Why's she watching that bright thing when she's got all that nasty stuff on top of her dress?" Scrunching her nose, Nami looked away. "She needs a hair brush."


On Thu, Aug 27, 2020 at 3:48 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Interesting. Her response was classic abandonment issues. Torrela could see how the card could be viewed that way. Whenever she did this, the first card was usually something reminiscent of her patient's past.

She wanted to focus on the girl's past, which this gave her a gateway to, but she didn't want to frighten her off. Three cards. She'd start with three. Pulling another card from the deck, she placed it next to the first card. This one was of a woman, behind her were ghosts and skeletons. She was holding a pebble, and beauty and light were coming from that pebble. 

"We're going to look at three cards, and then I'll talk to you about what you saw in them, and how I think it relates to you. What do you see here?" She tapped the card.

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On Wed, Aug 26, 2020 at 3:38 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh had seen decks of this nature before among the caravans when they could come through Igen, but it perplexed her to see them in the hands of someone who claimed to be a Mindhealer. Only luck-tellers had those decks in her experience, and the confusion showed clearly on her tawny face. She didn't have the knowledge necessary to understand the hidden meanings in the card that faced her, focusing instead on the imagery of someone leaving a cart behind and the twisted trees that surrounded it. "I don't like that card," she said with an air of doubt that manifested in the purse of her lips. "He shouldn't have left the wagon, anyone could take it while he's gone. Like those firelizards. Definitely gonna steal somethin' while his back is turned."

OOC: Sorry for the delay! That is a fantastic deck, I love this!

On Sun, Aug 23, 2020 at 5:24 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"In a way," Torrela said. She did have a normal deck of cards with her, too. "This is a special deck of cards. I grew up in a Caravan, the daughter of fortune-tellers. But when I started to follow in their footsteps, I found that the images on our decks gave people insights into their own minds. So I took up mindhealing, but I use the cards to help me with my diagnosis." She continued to shuffle, then pulled one card out.

"Some mindhealers use ink blots. I find this to be more fun for both of us--the Healer and the patient. If it makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I'll go back to conventional methods.  And when we're done, I do have a normal deck of cards and we can play a few games."

She flipped the card over to show an old man in white walking away from a lone trader and his runner-cart., but he was looking back at it.  Firelizards flew up in the background. The trees in the card were gnarled and ambiguous as to some people they could look threatening but to others they were just winter trees.

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OOC: I'm using Lisa Hunt's "Ghosts and Spirits" tarot.  Mainly because I'm going to be working on a ghost story in the Three-Day Novella contest.  

The card is the King of Pentacles/Coins. I like doing a combination using the pictures to enhance my readings, rather than just straight using the book meanings. I probably wouldn't have used this deck but when I pulled this card, to me it was a perfect jumping off point for Namieh. 

The general key words for this card are: Enterprising, Adept, Reliable, Supporting, Steady

In Lisa's Little White Book for the deck, the meaning of this card is: Someone may enter your life who can offer you comfort and stability as you experience a possible transition.



On Sun, Aug 23, 2020 at 3:47 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"They might have said something about that," she gave the neutral answer with a small, uncertain frown. If they had, she didn't remember it or hadn't been paying attention - not that it mattered now. 

At the sight of playing cards, Namieh visibly perked. She missed her own deck dearly while in effective solitary. To see the Mindhealer shuffling a set casually made the girl tilt her head like a puppy surprised by an unfamiliar sound, unable to hide the physical manifestation of her curiosty. 

"Do you wanna play?" She asked with a hopeful note. 

On Sat, Aug 22, 2020, 8:50 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Well, now they were getting somewhere. Though there still seemed to be some hesitation. And what did she mean, she could go anywhere? But more importantly, were they not being taught properly?

"Had the Candidate Masters not told your class that the eggs were still too fragile to be touch?" Torrela asked. She pulled out her cards and started to riffle them. In order to get some answers, she would need some insight into her mind, and the cards would take her there quicker than all these questions. 


On Sun, Aug 23, 2020 at 12:24 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh swallowed hard at the question, though part of her couldn't help but to appreciate that she cut right to business. Despite a healthy dose of wariness, there didn't seem to be a reason to keep up the charade anymore. The effort was exhausting, but so were most things while she was recovering. "I.. I'd heard that you could rig a Hatching in your favor if you touched the eggs," she answered with the quiet reservation, fussing with the hem of her gown while her eyes focused there. "If I had a dragon, I.. I could go anywhere. Be anyone. Weyrwoman even."  There was clearly more to this reason, but she hesitated to elaborate.

On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 7:56 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Torrela was amused at the girl's distrust. Not the amused of blatant superiority, but the amused as if she were sharing a secret. It was obvious this girl wasn't going to give her full trust to anyone, but that was fine. Because Torrela could wait. She was in the Weyr, and it would take a Wing of dragons to move her back out.

"Trust me, even if you'd never seen a mindhealer in your life, you'll know how unconventional I am. But, before I even start, want to tell me just why you went running off to touch the eggs? Why you couldn't wait until the whole class was led down to them?" If she told her, great. If not, it would come out eventually.


On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 8:59 PM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
"I do not want to be yelled at," Nami replied flatly. She had a hunch there would be plenty of that in her future as it was and she hadn't a doubt in her mind that it would come sooner than she liked; her heart raced uneasily with anticipation. She watched the other woman with suspicious eyes, a blatantly untrusting sort of girl if ever there was one. Hearing about Mindhealers was entirely different from interacting with them, but fancy, learned folked were all the same in her view. They had always seemed to have a habit of making Namieh feel less than for her upbringing, for her heritage, for her gender. At least here at the Weyr they were more open minded, from what little she'd seen so far. 

"I've never talked to one of you before," she admitted more casually than she felt. Torrela was not immediately threatening and after her warning, Nami's interest piqued. "So I dunno if I'd even notice." With a pause in the pretense of consideration, though she'd already decided, the girl added with an affected sigh. "You can come in." 

On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 6:11 AM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
"Not unless you want me to," Torrela said. "I'm Torrela, Mindhealer. I thought that you may want to just talk without any judgement." She waved her hand to encompass the whole Weyr. "There are enough people out there judging you, talking about you, even blaming you that I think you need someone non-judgemental." And Torrela was all that. She spent her whole career learning to not judge people. Granted, there were those that she couldn't help it, but this slip of a girl? She wasn't bad, or evil. She just went about doing something the wrong way, and had to learn that actions had far-reaching consequences.

And it seemed that she had. Her lesson had been painful, brutal, and would haunt her for the rest of her life. Which, in Torrela's mind, seemed a bit too much. 

"I must warn you, I'm not like other Mindhealers. Something you may find interesting, or you may find scary."


On Sat, Aug 22, 2020 at 12:25 AM Ariel Rogers <ariel.aurora.rogers@...> wrote:
Namieh looked up from where she sat in bed at the unexpected visitor, surprised to meet someone who hadn't been in the rotation of Healers tending to her injuries. While she was eager for conversation, after Asheran's confrontation, she felt wary and apprehensive about a stranger. 

"I guess that depends," the girl answered. "You here to yell at me?"

On Thu, Aug 20, 2020, 2:29 PM Laurie <Laurie.Lynne@...> wrote:
Torrela had wanted to go speak with the Candidate who endangered the eggs right away, but hadn't. Mainly because the girl had been on pain medications and if the mindhealer were going to work with her, she wanted her to at least be coherent. So she waited several days for the fog to clear, then one day peeked into the girl's--she looked at the chart, Namieh--alcove.

"Hello. Are you up for some company?" Torrela asked.


Re: Right Place + Right Time = Loneliness (Attn: Any)

Laurie
 

The sound Chato made was a mixture of yip, warble, and snarl--but it was obvious from his body posture that he was playing. ~~Like play,~~ he said, allowing himself to be pounced upon, then rolling Cremmie over. 

"I can see that, though Cremsdon's not that bad. As you probably know. I think he operates on 'if they don't do it the first time, say it louder.'" Tam said with a chuckle. "He may disagree, but that's what I've noticed."

On Wed, Aug 26, 2020 at 9:09 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Alyx couldn't help it, she giggled and shook her head. "He won't even get in the same room. But...it seems their dislike has become mutual. Cremmie doesn't much like his habit of yelling at everyone."

Cremmie had leaned his shoulder up against Alyx's hip, he came up to there now easily, but when Chato bounced at him he stepped carefully away from Alyx, then half reared up on his hind legs, half spreading his stunted wings, in a clearly playful fashion. He snapped his wings back closed though, to keep them safer and went to pounce Chato.
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Re: Meeting of accidental thieves {Qabil, Trifali}

Jessica Freise
 

OOC: Autocorrect is weird.

"I wondered," Trifali said, "If you'd seen a small figurine when you came by. My sister gave it to me and I regard it as precious."


On Aug 24, 2020, at 10:08 AM, Kouga <hanjikouga@gmail.com> wrote:

Trifali had been busy. Her head was full of lectures and hopes and fears. The closer it came, the more excited she was. She had taken Kassia's words to heart; if not a gold, then perhaps another would be that perfect someone for her.
She was so involved in her thoughts and her work that she didn't miss
the trinket until she reached for it and it wasn't there. She blinked,
looking around. It wasn't there, not here, either, or over there.
Rising, she followed the path of the last person who had come by,
trying to squash her go-to emotions of indigence and panic that she'd
lost it.

"Excuse me," she said.<<

Qabil blinked and looked away from the slowly filling basket at the
voice. It took her a moment to realize who has spoken and focus on
Trifali with a smile "Hello." she offered brightly and slightly slowly
after a short pause as if to register what was said or think of a
response. It was around then she registered the knots on the girl's
shoulder along with the uniform and made to quickly step out of her
way "Sorry. I am in your way am I?" she offered as she did so the
words again slightly slow.

ooc: hope this works as I wasn't sure what "Indigence" meant an google
says "extreme state of poverty" so yep....

*Kouga*

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Re: Twisted Logic (ATTN: Nyzara/Zy'fen)

Jessica Freise
 

"Excellent senses," she said, deciding to let his self-criticism lie for now. "I've worked very hard to accommodate and adjust to a lack of sight, though Flare helps of course. I don't see it so much as I am disabled as I am my own personal definition of normal."

On Aug 28, 2020, at 9:39 AM, Amy Frazey <amyfrazey9@...> wrote:

(OOC- sorry it took me so long to answer)

Zy'fen gave a bitter chuckle. "I can't eve take care of myself. I can't take care of Nerenth. Other people have to bathe and oil him now. How would I take care of a demanding new flit hatchling?"

Then Zy'fen shifted the conversation off himself, to Nyzara. "How do you cope with your...disability?" He was interested in her answer, thinking maybe it would help him.

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