[Mystery Hatching] A Mysterious Kind of Folk

[faesinger]

Nuamia

Nuamia wasn’t sure what bothered her more. The idea of a true fight or the idea of people judging the babies harshly…it was the only reason she could think of for the green to have gone and smacked the girl. Though the judging only made the fight more imminent. “But they haven’t done anything wrong yet.” She muttered to Rio and Rasthell. “Sure they were scuffling, but no one is really hurt. They are just staring at each other. Let them sort it out.” Huff.

meepfur

Uta

 

[Teiha]

Blue Cloud got to her feet and began to walk about, examining her prospects with a stretched neck and eyes still wide open, but keeping herself well out of reach. You may look, but don’t touch, she seemed to say, a cross orange entering her gaze whenever someone came too close.  

[Meepfur]

Rio

"Oh!" Rio exclaimed when the Paw Print green pushed her way into the candidates to properly express her ire at someone. It seemed she hadn't done any real damage, but goodness! What had the candidate done or thought to upset her enough that she left the showdown? She returned to it quite promptly, however, and she and her green sister were joined by the Funfetti blue.

Oh, dear. He hoped fervently for a peaceful resolution, but what were the chanxes of that now? As he waited with bated breath, he tried to pay attention to the movements of the other hatchlings as well, both out of interest and caution.

"They're only being baby dragons," Rio agreed with Nuamia. While concerning - please could they resolve this with no serious violence! - it was mild compared to what many of the candidates had seen at previous Hatchings. Perhaps the supposed stray thought had come from someone newer to the experience?

xfaesinger

xUta

 

[Teiha]

Of course you are perfectly right, you hatched at the exact moment you should have. Perhaps he might have left it there to middling success, but Funfetti was not the type to back down. There’s still the fact that the first blow was given by a golden paw… why was that necessary? He was trying not to get upset, but then Blue and Purple Paint had to go and act all aggressive. Sigh…  

[dawns_aura]

Melhaika

He resisted the urge to cheer paw print on when she came and smacked the one candidate. Even though he didn't know the how or the why of it. It was probably deserved. He had hoped to see her heading their way to find Hers, but it wasn't meant to be. Perhaps the Impressions wouldn't begin until this issue was solved. He hoped this would end up resolved soon. For the sake of the hatchlings, and for them- the candidates- as well.


Lelte

The excitement she felt started to drain away. All her energy and focus turning from the happy, cheerful welcoming thoughts she was trying to project, to an intense focus on the showdown between the gold twins, the greens and funfetti blue. She hoped it would reach a peaceful resolution, and soon but there didn't seem to be much chance of that now.

But before she could get too involved watching the showdown, she noticed another of the babies moving around looking. Perhaps they would be the first.  

[Smerdle]

Korbet

His first smile of the evening resulted from the appearance of yet another set of twins, this time a bronze and a brown. They really were all rather charming, even the ones who were still fighting. Maybe it was because he was regularly surrounded by bickering, red-eyed firelizards, but he wasn't all that concerned over the greens and golds. Until they started mauling candidates, he was content to let them be, withdrawing his thoughts from the group entirely. Korbet wished he could convey that sentiment to their brown sire. The massive dragon looked rather miserable.

He watched a number of less belligerent greens express interest in the humans nearby, Blue Cloud and Daisy drawing his eye as they wandered. Korbet straightened, pulling a roll of parchment out of his belt and scribbling messily as inspiration struck. When he looked up again, he noticed a petite bronze, just... sitting. Watching. What was he thinking?

 

[medigel]

Nikal - 19, he/him

Nikal stiffened even more as Aerdan joined them, and he kept his gaze forward, his fists still at his side. He gave a noncommittal grunt that was hard to tell where it had been aimed. Most likely at the both of them. After all, Nikal was just as used to rebuffing the statements as Allamor was giving them. Watch the other two get their dragons and see how much caring about him stuck around.

“Way too late to be bloodless,” he said simply.

He was much more interested in what was starting to form between the hatched babies. Several stayed attentive about the candidates, but there was a storm brewing between the greens, golds, and supporters or arbiters. He didn’t want to look away.

Tsunake

faesinger

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Karunia - 20, she/her

She gave a chipper shrug. “They have a sixth sense!” Karunia guessed. “I’ve heard from people that work with the herdbeasts that sometimes they act up before a bad storm. And dragons naturally know who their best match is on top of that! It’s all tied together! I think!” She was just a girl who liked engineering and the beauty found in fire HN03 sprayers; everything else she just trusted as part of a system she didn’t necessarily have to know each moving part for. Dragons were just built better, and she loved them for it.

“I like their spirit,” she added as an aside, quiet as if this were a show. An important show, and a dramatic one at that. “Sort of waiting for the harpers to strike up an equally dramatic tune.”

demon_pachabel

 

[Teiha]

At the queen’s sharp words, the blue looked around at those mentioned siblings, the ones who’d been ‘assisted’ in their arrivals. Perhaps those eggs weren’t the best ones his green sister could have chosen to open, but their occupants didn’t seem all that worse for wear. And… well… everyone was being rude. Including himself, apparently. Funfetti’s feathers were frightfully ruffled by that final flout.

His wings began to rise, almost unconsciously, and his chest to distend with indignation. This silly arguing is getting us nowhere, he said.  

[houllow]

TETH

Are....are you all okay now...?? Teth ventured an ask of his babies, though it was clear they were all not okay, even if there were quite a few out and about trying to find their lifemates proper. Do...don't you want to find your lifemates??? Eat some tasty meats, get oiled and sleep...? The brown loved doing that so he hoped his babies would as well, even if it was clear bad blood would be standing in the way for a while.

Reaching out with his thoughts, he softly nuzzled Taibbi. Did you get hurt??? Please don't be mad at my little green bean.  

[Stygian Supernaut]

Vesden | High Reaches | He/Him

Oh right, the pretty boy who'd bumped that egg before. He'd almost forgot he was there for a minute, he'd been so intently focused on the hatching. Jaiyce, was it? That was a nice enough name, maybe a bit hard to shorten if he impressed today.

"Thanks, you're probably right." He admitted easily enough, accepting the steadying hand on him and willing himself to ignore the heat of the sands through his thin soled sandals.

"Vesden, formerly of Telgar. That is a handsome pair." He said, aiming his own good thoughts on the newly hatched twins, eyes back on the sands. He flashed Jaiyce a quick gentle smile, he appreciated the steadying effect a little small talk had on his nerves.

Of course it didn't last long before the first attack on a candidate. It ended as soon as it started though, and the girl didn't look any worse for the wear. Vesden covered his mouth with his hand, concern for the girl and the dragons who were now squaring off. Things had really gotten off to a bad start, but he'd heard of hatchings that went much worse than this.

"I hope the blue talks them down," He mused aloud, trying to ease his own apprehension somewhat, "They don't deserve to be so tense right out of the shell."

Oh. Well... he winced, spoke too soon. This was going well.

Milady Emerald

 

[Uta]

Oh!

Oh it was time, and here they were still egging! ... and yet, this one could sense something happening out there. Something was both very right and very wrong and this egg wasn't sure if it should continue to be the Best Egg to Ever Egg.... or if it should instead throw itself out there. Especially because...well....

So it was, the Flying Purple Heart Egg started to wobble from where it had been placed! Someone inside wanted out. Finally, with a loud crack, and a few shrugs, a green wing appeared, followed by another shove, and suddenly a head. Eyes whirling bright yellow, the dragonet immediately focused on the crowd of siblings over there... Just in time to see Blue and Purple Paint Green smack her golden sister right in the face!.

What did you just do!? DID YOU... DID YOU JUST... hang, my wing is stuck... DID YOU JUST HIT HER!? The green was trying desperately to get out of its egg and approach, but it literally was partially stuck in its shell; one foreleg out, one wing halfway out, along with her head, and her shoulders.

They are you queen and you need to listen to them, oh yes you do! Daddy, you make them stop! Mama! Mama, make them stop and say sorry! Little greens shouldn't go around defying our sisters' orders!! You need to stop or... Or I'll make you! While she would never go up against her beloved golden siblings, she had no problem putting a green in their place. Why? Because she knew her place, and that was to be good, and dutiful, and helpful, and not-at-all-smack-Queens-no-matter-the-size.

I'll tell on you! She threatened, baring her fangs, and hissing... even as she struggled to get out of the egg. It wouldn't be long, and then there would be heck to pay!

 

[Avid_RPer18]

Solameya | She/Her | HRW

Solameya sighed as she looked on. At least the squabbling dragonets appeared to be trying to work things out, trying to. Another green was making her way through the candidates, but warning off people from getting too close. Look but don't touch. Fair enough!

Aaaaand the talks were over, one of the greens knocked one of the golden twins to the ground and the fight resumed. Her lips set in a tight line as she pondered how a solution could be reached. It wasn't always ideal, siblings exchanging blow for blow, but maybe the scrapping would get some of the animosity out. At the very least, it'd burn off some energy so that they might feel the draw of finding their bondmates. Hopefully. It'd be heartbreaking if a baby ended up dead, no matter the color.

Another green, er, half emerged and seemed to be expressing her distaste of the squabbling.