Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 17:56:41 04/27/05 Wed
Author: Shrineth ; Sioth, Tolgath, Oveth, Zeeth
Subject: Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen

It's very hard to tell which egg hatches first, but most eyes turn instinctively to the one in the middle for the limbs flailing out of it are a distinctly dark shade of bronze. Finding his way from the shell is a dragonet that is fairly glowing with health and strength as he stretches from his long confinement. Not as big as the first bronze, and yet not as small as the second, this third fellow is the middle child, though that is the only thing median about him. His eyes whirl a pleased, good natured blue-teal as he leaps from the nest and meanders about the sands. Those who would watch might bite their lip in worry that he didn't know who he wanted right away, but it didn't seem to distress the hatchling! He looks from one male to the next, pausing at Dorat where he stands with Letimira before moving on congenially. The groups of boys were full of potential, and most were full of thoughts of him but nothing was right. However, before he can get too agitated, he blunders right into one young man, emitting a surprised squall as both go down in a tangle of legs, wings, and long dragon neck. Their minds tangle too, and suddenly the next thing the young man hears is,

C'nis! Feed me, I am your Sioth!

At the same time, mostly unnoticed in the glory of the hatching third bronze, an egg almost the same size bursts open. Shaking the dreck from his immense, burly body, the huge brown hatchling trundles out of the nest with an encouraging croon from his mother. He gives a quiet, muted noise in return, turning his dark, already thick neck to do so. He's going to be one of the bigger browns on Pern, and though no special shade of brown he manages to be eye catching all the same as he watches the bronze dragonet trail across the sands. But he had other plans. Taking great hopping leaps across the ground that leave deep divots and kick up hot spray-walls of sand, he arrives in front of Dorat and where the bronze passed the young man by, this brown pins him down and trumpets, immensely pleased with himself as his already gigantic head cranes to the sky before descending to touch Dorat's. The young voice in the new rider's mind is clear, forceful, and delighted.

I am Tolgath, D'rat! You are mine!

A smaller egg hatches at the same time, without much ceremony but with great efficiency. Tumbling from it is a blue that seems to ripple into a dark teal color, hide shining with the glory of new life. He's a well proportioned blue, ready to mature into a fast, Thread-flaming creature. Airing his wings makes him look a big larger than when they are tucked in, the thin membranes catching the sunlight and turning the ground beneath that same dark teal. With a toss of his slim head, the unusually coordinated dragonet strolls unhurriedly out of the nest, his wings splayed to give him added balance. Like the others before him, he finds that there are quite a few boys and men with much potential, but most minds are tuned to brown and bronze. For blue, the male mind seems only a little more aware than for green. And what a shame because he is truly an execptional member of his color. And speaking of color... The blue's wings enfold the younger dark-skinned man in a flap that matches the quick crispness of the mental link, and the eyes glow a bright, pleased green-blue with red hunger beginning to shadow their endless depths.

K'rat! Oveth!

The last of this batch to hatch,or maybe he's the first? The second? They're hatching at a blinding speed and the order is hard to determine, but this fellow's enthusiastic entrance into the world more than makes up for the uncertainty of his order of arrival. A large head which might indicate great size is followed by a thin neck and a somehow lanky frame. He's not as massive as the biggest, nor will he get as tall; but he's impressive all the same with unusually long claws and a somewhat golden tint to his wood-brown hide. Crouching at the edge of the nest, he launches himself an impressive distance away from his birth site and lands with his large eyes shut. Opening them, he meets the gaze of the most wonderful...the best...he fairly hums with the great one he has found, he's done a great job! He was the best on the sands, and he had discovered the best on the sands as well. Getting goo and sand grains all over the clean white robe, the brown presses his lanky self against Bomulf.

B'mulf, I have found you! I am clever, yes yes. I am Zeeth! We must go to the bowl for food right away.

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Absolute awe... -- C'nis and Sioth, 13:52:02 05/08/05 Sun
OMGZ0RZ YAY!!!1one -- K'rat and Oveth, 12:05:38 06/21/05 Tue