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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jul 3, 2010 17:04:34 GMT -5
Imahyth followed Woreth down to the sands, curious to see the darting creatures up close. As they circled in for a landing, the glimmering streaks resolved themselves into shapes. What are these? They look like miniature dragons! B'lor's eyes widened at the sight of the small dragonlings. A small group of them flew closer, apparently as curious about Imahyth was he was about them.
The bronze touched down on the sand. Hello, little ones,[/color] he said, wondering if they could understand him. There was a chorus of trills in response. What do you make of them?[/color] Imahyth asked the other dragons. B'lor jumped down to the sand, hoping to get closer to the dragonlings.
Suddenly a screech erupted, and before he could react, B'lor found himself face-to-face with an angry gold blur. "Shard it!" He put his hands up, but it was too late. The little queen's claws left a scratch down his cheek. Imahyth roared, and all of the creatures blinked between, frightened.
She was protecting her clutch![/color] Imahyth said, surprised. There, behind the grass.[/color] Holding a hand up to his face, B'lor went to see what had gotten the queen so worked up. Hidden behind some beach grass was a small clutch of eggs. "Over here! There's a clutch!" he said excitedly, beckoning the other riders over. "I think we should take some, to show the rest of the Weyr. If we each take one, that's five," he suggested, bending down to get a closer look at the tiny eggs. A wild one would be too difficult to capture, but if they could raise some in domesticity, they could examine these small wonders.
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Jul 3, 2010 22:19:17 GMT -5
L'yst simply watched in stunned silence as the little golden queen seemed to voice her anger at B'lor. And then, in an instant, she had attacked! L'yst was prepared to defend the bronzerider, but it was unnecessary as Imahyth's roar scared the little creature and the others away. They had winked out of existence, just like a dragon going /between/, but that could not be possible.
Woreth seemed uncertain himself. They are gone. I do not know where.
"A clutch?" L'yst called out, turning surprised eyes to Woreth. Then with a smile cracking his features he moved forward to B'lor's side. Sure enough there was a clutch of eggs, quite a few to say the least.
"Do you think they will survive /between/?" He asked B'lor. He hated to think that if they disturbed the eggs they might damage the tiny dragon-like creature inside. Could the old tales of little fire-lizards really have been true? It was not possible that dragons like Woreth or Imahyth could come from such a tiny creature.
We share much with them, Woreth's voice rumbled in his head. L'yst questioned him, but Woreth could not add anything more to the feeling of a shared connection he had made when the little lizards were around.
Bending over the clutch, L'yst began to brush away the sand that kept the egg before him partially buried and warm. He couldn't take it /between/ like this. The cold would destroy the life within. Making a decision, L'yst took off his wher-hide riding jacket and wrapped the egg inside. He might suffer a douse of cold air during the flight, but at least it should keep the egg warm.
"We'd best get this back to the others, if we want them to survive," he said, speaking to B'lor and the others. Each would take one with them, totaling 5 eggs in all. They could not carry more, not this time.
Suddenly Woreth's tail flicked and his head seemed to raise.
They have found something. A place to call home. It seemed that even with the distance between them the strength of the three queen dragons thoughts had managed to reach even the dragons here. L'yst couldn't help the smile on his face. Not one but two signs of hope had found their way to them today...first a clutch of tiny eggs. Life ready to be born. And now a home to call their own. He only hoped that things would continue to look upward from this moment on.
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Post by Z'ris and Kardenzoth on Jul 4, 2010 18:19:01 GMT -5
The ride was surprisingly relaxing. The small chain of smaller, desolate islands that led to the southern continent. Z'ris found this mission to be rather, well, healing in a way. The dragon beneath him shone, and the skies were clear and the weather hot. It was hot, yes, but definitely not too hot in a way which would cause the dragonrider to sweat or to feel uncomfortable in any way. This was nice, he thought to himself as he smiled through the various stops. The climate was surprisingly tropical, as the southern continent was known for, unbeknownst to him. This was far different from High Reaches, far different indeed. There were no howling winds here, no biting cold and no freezing rocks. This was lush, this was fruitful, and this place was decidedly alive.
The bluerider would have to make a mental picture of this place, he surely wouldn't mind bringing Kardenzoth back here when life settled down and they had time to relax.
I'd like that muchly, Z'rismine!
Z'ris patted the blue's hide lovingly as they took off again. This, though, this was the longer flight. Kardenzoth didn't sprint ahead like he had done previously with the smaller jumps, and instead the dragon took his time and tried best he could to stretch his talents wide. He followed the bronze who was leading, again dipping low now and then in large swoops to rake the ocean water with his dangling claws. This was relaxation, and it was surprisingly helpful with the cataclysmic happenings as of late that had pulled the Weyrs apart from the inside out. Z'ris wasn't going to fret, and instead focused ahead at the other dragons that he had come with. Five of them out on this mission, and of the five they composed the male dragons of the Weyr. They were strong, and they were doing what they could to start something new. They were all survivors, and now they would all be something different.
Kardenzoth was the one who caught the bronze's sudden outburst of surprise, or rather, the question he had posed to the other dragons. The blue turned his sight downwards, stretching to see what it was that was being caught by the other dragons' senses. It came in small flashes, small bits of color to the eye. The dragon rumbled a bit, speeding a bit as he then stopped, flying near where the other dragons were hovering as they looked over the scene. Z'ris looked to B'lor, nodding then when he gave the order of investigation. It was the other bluerider who had went into action first, and Z'ris watched from his perch atop his own blue as they scouted down below.
What do you suppose is down there, 'ris?
The dragonrider rolled his eyes, shooting Kardenzoth a small look. Well, if I knew I wouldn't be trying to get a look myself, now would I? He regretted posing that last bit of what he constructed into a question, simply because the blue took that moment to prattle on about what it could be. The dragonrider leaned over the edge of his dragon, one hand up to shelter his vision against the sun as he tried his best to sneak a peak of what was below. Colors. That was all he could make out, and it certainly wasn't the colors of the bush and foliage that surrounded the place. His attention was snapped up when he heard the bluerider call something out.
Woreth says his mine found something down there.
Did he say what it was?
No, but I think we should check it out anyways. Come on, you don't need to know precisely what it is before we go look.
His dragon had a point. They were there to investigate the area, and investigating wouldn't really be investigating if they weren’t going to delve into things and really check them out themselves. The blue followed suit then, and landed on the sand next to the bronze Imahyth who soon did so. Kardenzoth wasn't the only one who suddenly became very interested in the on goings, for Z'ris, too, found himself gaping at the sight they had dawned upon. Small dragons?
I like them.
It was something like adoration at first sight. The blue dragon had laid eyes on the wild beasts that looked like miniature versions of themselves, and he was absolutely engaged in them. His eyes whirled blues and greens as he snaked his head out and tilted it at a few of the curious ones that flickered close to examine the large beasts. Z'ris' attention was on the bluerider who was then attacked by the golden one who suddenly took it upon herself to defend whatever was there. Gold. At once the bluerider's mind was off, and he was sitting there at once calculating what they had found. His thoughts were only interrupted by the bronze that had let out a roar to frighten the things away. At once Kardenzoth seemed a bit downtrodden, his little fan club had been scared away and he had no one to bask before.
Z'ris undid his riding straps that harnessed him in and slipped down the side of the blue. He followed the bronzerider, his fingers tapping on his chin as he walked. It was one word that suddenly caught his attention.
Clutch.
"So, these have to be, shards it sounds crazy, but miniature dragons." Z'ris was known to voice statements that sounded out of this world aloud, it came with having the personality of what people would call today a scientist. "If there was a gold, it's safe to assume that they could be like dragons, especially if she was acting out over a clutch." Ah, he had seen too many broody queens snapping at curious candidates to warn them away from a newly laid clutch on the Sands. Yes, this had to be something like that, it had to! It was L'yst's comment that made him speak up again. "You know, I don't know if /between/ would be dangerous or not. It's known that people have attempted to steal dragon eggs by taking them /between/, and they have proven to be unharmed by the act." He drummed his fingers again on his chin, shrugging a bit as he looked down at the eggs.
"However, we probably shouldn't take any chances. I wouldn't want this on my head simply because I'm rambling and making assumptions." He grinned in a sheepish manner and shrugged.
'Rismine, I want some.
The bluerider smiled, following suit as the other dragonrider had done and gently picking one of the eggs up from the sands. Oh Kardenzoth would bug him endlessly for his own little gaggle of followers that he could have surrounding him. Perhaps it was a bad idea to have the blue come along to this. The protests that the dragon spouted off to him from that thought was enough to make him chuckle as he looked at the egg within his grasp.
"We'd definitely want to get these back. If dragon eggs need the heat of the Sands to keep them alive, we should try to alert the others as soon as we can of what we're bringing so they could make a hearth of sorts, right?" Z'ris looked to the other dragonriders, suddenly unaware of he had been speaking too much or out of line. He was used to his unruly wingleader who didn't take too much talk. He would have to get used to being one of the dragonriders left, and they would have to work together to get this done--so perhaps his blabbering wasn't too bad.
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Jul 5, 2010 13:15:27 GMT -5
B'lor gingerly picked up an egg, cradling it in his hands. It was so tiny compared to the great dragon eggs. He remembered that Imahyth's egg had been almost as tall as he was. He was scared of breaking the shell between his clumsy human fingers. The shell seemed hard, which meant it was close to hatching if they were anything like dragon eggs.
He looked up as Z'ris spoke, nodding. It seemed like the Bluerider had thought this through more than he had, and he appreciated Z'ris's logical thought process here. "I guess they are miniature dragons, but...why?" Why here and not in the North; and did they serve any purpose?
Dragons had to come from somewhere,[/color] Imahyth pointed out. B'lor chuckled, passing his dragon's comment off as overly pragmatic dragon logic. These creatures were so small, so of course the dragons couldn't be descended from them. How could something big come from something small? It made no sense.
Suddenly Imahyth perked up, his eyes whirling with excitement. They found a place![/color] he announced, catching the Queen's thoughts. I want to go home,[/color] he said hopefully.
Ah, so do I. But it would take a long time to think of the island as home, not Fort. He stood, very carefully tucking the egg into the pocket of his flight jacket. He wouldn't be able to keep a steady grip of it while he was flying. "We should rejoin the others. I'm sure we all want to see the new Weyr, and we have something to show them too." Being careful not to jostle the egg, he mounted Imahyth again.
The bronze lifted off, and as he did so, the Gold reappeared. She screeched, noticing the missing eggs, but Imahyth was out of her reach already. The bronze turned, winging his way back over the water and flying for home.
End B'lor
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Jul 6, 2010 11:06:17 GMT -5
With the egg wrapped carefully so it would not chill during the journey, L'yst mounted Woreth as the others headed towards their dragons as well.
He couldn't wait to see the reactions of the rest of the group when they brought forth these little miniature dragon eggs.
Just as they became airborne again, the little queen reappeared, chirping wildly.
She is upset and uncertain of us. I find them curious and...interesting. Woreth's tone was laced with a hint of amusement. L'yst had to admit he was curious as well. He only hoped the little eggs would survive the journey so they could see what would happen when they hatched.
End L'yst
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Post by Z'ris and Kardenzoth on Jul 6, 2010 16:22:03 GMT -5
Why? There was the question that Z'ris couldn't wrap his head around. There had to be a reason for the smaller lizard-like dragons. He didn't know what they were, but he could guess, and he could try to work it out and figure out what indeed they were. Whatever they were, his blue dragon seemed all too interested in the things. The blue had warbled on about how he liked them, and how he certainly wanted a batch to perch on him and help bathe them. It was that last tangent he went on about, about the batching, that caught Z'ris' attention. They could be useful! Oh they could be incredibly useful! These little dragon things, if they were tamable, could be used to help with plenty of things. Z'ris looked at the egg within his hands, his palm gliding over the top of it as he pondered on this some more.
Well, there wasn't too much to wonder about at the moment.
Yes! Let us take it back. If they are to hatch soon, it shouldn't be here.
Oh shards, the rider hasn't thought of that. He bit onto his lip, turning then to walk towards Kardenzoth--who tried so hard not to nose that egg himself--to look at where he had tied his riding strap. He had always carried an extra bag on his dragon's riding straps. Training for threadfall had gotten him used to the procedure, having an extra something certainly didn't hurt when unexpected things happened. And with Threadfall drawing close, Z'ris just found it helpful to keep the bag on Kardenzoth's side. The dragonrider scooped the bag up, fitting the egg inside and gingerly wrapping up the excess material of the bag in a cocoon for the egg to stay within.
Furthermore, to provide a safe spot for the egg to securely ride in, the thin dragonrider opened his jacket and tucked the egg against his lithe body. It was almost a blessing, then, that he had always been fitted with riding gear a bit large for him. He had always imagined he would fill into them, but this seemed to be decidedly easy with the egg fitted within. He mounted Kardenzoth then, carefully keeping the egg in place and strapping himself into his harness. He listened to the bronzerider as he tightened his straps, checking for what seemed to be the eleventh time that the small egg was secure in it's spot. "Indeed." He didn't have much to respond with, only because his mind was still whirling with the possibilities of what these little eggs held.
Kardenzoth took off after Z'ris patted his hide, and the blue was in the air with the rest of the small group that had been mustered together to complete this journey. They had been out to scour the land and search for supplies, but it seemed that they had found a gem within their searches. Certainly the other dragonriders would be thrilled to hear this, or so Z'ris hoped. This new addition had to be helpful for the new Weyr, it simply had to--Z'ris could feel it in his bones. With that, the blue took to flying with the others. Z'ris hadn't noticed that the little queen had returned--they had only taken five, and hopefully she wouldn't be too wrathful about the crime.
End Z'ris
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