[Zenobiath's Hatching] In Their Eyes Shine Stars

[Spockat]

Rahmsii - HR - [he/him]

Oh the sweet thing, alone without their siblings on the sand with them. They'd find there's just have to put one paw on front of the other. Hopefully the poor dea's human hasn't started to leave the sands already. It was looking like it was thinning out with weyrlings making their way off the sands. No matter the first or last to hatch - here's was some somewhere. Hopefully the little green's mother gave her a confidence boost. You can do it little one, on paw in front of the other.  

[Meepfur]

Elibrie - she/her

The pat on the shoulder from Nalacko came as a surprise, but while a part of her wanted to insist that no, she wasn't worried about not Impressing, it was easier to bite her lip and not contradict the other Candidate. The babies continued to Impress, still mostly to boys but with a very occasional girl, until they were down to one last green. Elibrie nodded in agreement with Juhvek as she continued to lean into her sister. She couldn't imagine that being the last, and all alone, was easy. Her mother was there for her, at least, and the scene was heartwarming.

"Look," she said softly, with a little smile, "How precious."

Tsunake

demon_pachabel

magnadearel

 

[TheWishling]

Gold Zenobiath

Of course I can, beloved. With that statement, the Gold lifted her head, and lifted herself to her feet, starting to gently look around. First, it was over the Candidates. They would see a golden head hovering near them, letting her small baby take in the different people. After all, this was important. Then, over to the Stands, slowly, browsing. Let her little Green tell her where to go. Mama was here.  

[Prism Shine]

Tuelarua - HR Candidate, She/Her/Hers

The pressure of it all must certainly be something, to have all candidates looking at you with such hope? Oh, poor darling. She was safe with mother, and no doubt would be able to see from all vantage points on where Hers was. Yet Tuelarua cast her gaze to the side slightly, wishing the young, small green luck and warmth on finding Hers, so that she might join her siblings and eat.  

[houllow]

Haveli

The bronze was flat out and coldly ignored as Haveli continued towards the healers. She didn't even look back at the sands, as she believed for now they wouldn't mind her being gone.

It was time to get drunk and sleep the rest of the sevenday away, unless something happened to catch her eye. They hadn't been properly dismissed from the sands after all.

So maybe she should stop walking, but it wouldn't be because the bronze had asked, it would be because it was following the rules.

Zaikt

oops

 

[TheWishling]

Brenva of Green Skalmath

The Nabollian had no intention of sitting near anyone originally. Had never meant to head towards anyone at the feeding table, but Skalmath seemed to have other ideas. The green took the hem of Hers' robe, and led her to a spot near T'roi, sitting her down and climbing on to her lap. The dark haired young woman took in the other Rider, and his Bronze, cutting off a chunk of meet for her Green, "Exciting indeed. Worth every moment."

You seem content, Destrieth. Ah, she was happy. tail flicking slightly. This was a rowdy bunch, after all.

tatterpixie

 

[magnadearel]

Candidate Nalacko - she/her

Nala admired the dappled green with dark points as she made her claim on her rider. All of them had been beautiful so far. She was sure Gingerbread would be just as gorgeous or handsome as the others. Not long after, another green with elegant markings on her wing shoulders made her way through the candidates with purpose. She watched as the green picked out a boy.

The last green, who'd lingered beside Gingerbread, finally left the last remaining egg and daintily made her way to her own rider. Which left just Gingerbread. It was weird almost, as Nalacko looked at those who'd been standing with her since the start of the hatching. Usually by now she was alone or almost alone. Instead her whole group was still here. She was sad for them though, that none of them had Impressed.

It was always pleasant seeing the joyful expressions around her as they realized the dragon called to them. Now that all eyes were upon Gingerbread, it was easy to see that the egg had finally cracked an a small green muzzle was sticking out. Aw darling, the teen thought. There were quite a few who wanted to meet her and be her one and only. It was much easier when one was part of a group, Nala thought fondly of Juhvek, Oranie, and Elibrie, who'd made standing here quite pleasant.

Nala smiled as the tiny green clambered out and onto her mother's head to be lifted up. What a view she must have from up there. She looked up as the golden head drifted over them. Find the one you like the most. And then rainbows flooded the blues in her eyes. She'd found her rider! Nala was so happy it'd ended well.  

[Hattaki]

Miela

There was an argument brewing deep within her but she couldn't give voice to it as the crushing weight of everything the night had handed to her fell in on her and instead just went a little limp. A healer, while she'd never been to one for such a thing, was a wise person to listen to. She could hear her mother saying it now.

Obediently she followed Tristram's orders and drank through her ruined and stitched lips, sending up some thought to someone that it wasn't an overdose. She might have been scarred and battered and feeling like death but Miela wasn't at all ready for it. She wanted to say 'thank you' but couldn't really speak well so she just squeezed the man's arm and closed her eye. This hadn't been her day...

Mr Cheri

 

[Meepfur]

I'zrin and Maestoth

His ilk certainly do not deserve it, Maestoth agreed as to the matter of the bronze and pity, smugness beginning to smooth some of the sharper edges of his negative feelings as he was able to speak with someone whose views aligned more with his own.  He would never admit to needing reassurance, but the wounds to his flesh and pride did feel a bit better with the balm of good company in which to air his feelings and be understood.

There was a distinct lack of that in their clutch.

...speaking of which.  The words from Destrieth raised the hackles of his anger that had only just been starting to smooth, and he swung his head to glare at the dark bronze with baleful red eyes. No.

He wouldn't dignify such an inquiry with anything more.

"I'zrin," the new brownrider had started to reply to his fellow Weyrling, intending a charming smile and a pleasantry, but the sudden bristling from Maestoth cut him off, and he looked suspiciously at the source even as he stroked along his dragon's neck to do what he could to soothe him. Careful, love.  If you get too riled up, I'll have to take you back to the Healers, and they'll be cross with you for undoing their work. And with him for allowing it.

Tsunake

tatterpixie