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Date Posted: 21:34:31 06/01/05 Wed
Author: Fuereth,Nyraith
Subject: 21, 22

The remaining eggs seem lonely without the prodigious company of their kin, and prompted by their absence, begin trembling. One emerges in a gasp of new breath, his fresh hide a strong, glowing shade of blue. Cracking free of the egg that had kept him too long a prisoner, the blue bugles defiantly at the candidates who would claim him. With a short, bullish toss of his head, he capers down the embankment of the nest, tumbling and flapping in alarm at the sudden absence of ground beneath his feet. Righting himself, he hisses and repulses the hands that would reach out for him, batting at a few boys with an impatient stroke of his forefoot.

It only takes him a moment to find his beloved, and with a happy whoop not unlike that of a young human male, he cavorts brazenly to his chosen human, giving the boy a sharp, insistent nudge, a gesture as patterened into him as his hide. The voice is as demanding, but filled with good cheer and love. L'kas! I am Fuereth! FEED ME!

As that egg is cracking, Shrineth mumbles to herself, for the queen egg has begun her tremors. However, she is not to hatch yet, for at that exact moment, a jolt to a nearby egg sets it into irrevocable motion. This egg begins to piroutte on the sand, the force of its movement almost lifting it bodily into the air. It bounces several times, regardless, rolling and displaying a sliver of cracks along the smooth, oddly pastel shell. With each spin of the egg, an indrawn breath from most attending is given, for it is almost like a show, the oddly colored egg could reveal...well...anything.

In a heartbeat, the willowy limbs of a dragonet emerge, hind feet first and agile forelegs quickly following suit. The young being inside suddenly writhes in alarm at being caught on its back, but righting itself proves to be a challenge. From the dark dreck covering the visible parts of the baby, it is hard to tell the color. But an experienced eye knew an acrobatic green when it was presented. And yes, as the slime shifts away with the shell, a veritable sunburst of green is seen, a hide glowing with perfect, opulent health. With uncanny grace for a hatchling, she unfurls her wings and lifts her face to the sky, opening wondering eyes to her great golden mother above her. With a friendly trill, she turns on her haunches as precisely as a ballerina and nimbly picks her way onto the grounds with the candidates. She is an exceptional little one, somewhat different from her sisters not just in size, but somehow in color as well. True, she is a green, but she's apart in a way that those eyeing her can't quite pin down. Is that a flash of gold, they see glimmering in her tender wingsails and setting the ground beneath her to glowing? It could be. Fussily examining each girl and dismissing her with a toss of a well shaped muzzle, the green prances amid those collected, carrying herself with the poise of a lady. Her mind casts about for that perfect one, the one with which she could truly be at home.

Amid the thoughts of heat and the complaints of fatigue, she searches, tirelessly. She needed someone as special and unique as she was. Someone maybe a little flighty, a little flirty, and a lot of fun. Someone...worthy. And finally, with a proud, musical little call, she locates her prize. Cantering toward the rider that will call her lifemate, her pleased contralto fills the girl's mind with a rush of feeling and need.

Mahiri! I am Nyraith, and we are going to be wonderful together. She positively croons in delight, enfloding the girl in a delighted embrace of wings and dragonet.

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Yay! -- Mahiri and Nyraith, 13:58:05 06/06/05 Mon
*finally home* -- L'kas and Fuereth, 23:10:52 06/09/05 Thu