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Post by Jeta and Issdanuth on Nov 15, 2010 13:24:09 GMT -5
I am Issdanuth. Where is the food?
Those words nearly shocked Jeta into a faint. Had she heard correctly? Did the Green really speak to her? She looked at the Green and the heard the voice again.
I want food. Take me to it!
Jeta had heard correctly. She was a Weyrling now! She could congratulate Echo all that much sooner. Before leaving the sands she announced the Green's name. The girl loved the Green and was still in shock and awe that she had been chosen, "Issdanuth is a lovely name. And you are very lovely indeed." Jeta told the Hatchling.
Why thank you Jetamine. I think you are lovely too. The Green's thoughts radiated with embarrassment and there was a small hint of smugness.
Jeta was excited and she felt like she could fly to the moons and back. A Weyrling! The 16 Turn old girl felt lucky to have been chosen by Issdanuth. She hoped to do the Green proud and be as good of a rider as a lot of the older ones like R'enh. She now had her own Dragon to care for and images of washing R'enh's Bronze flooded her mind. She then replaced the Bronze with Issdanuth and knew that her time had come.
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Nov 15, 2010 21:20:30 GMT -5
He felt a sudden surge of joy and pride, though he couldn't quite explain it. He had no personal stake in this Impression, but it served to banish the dark cloud further and further from his mind.
I love the little ones. You do as well. We will care for them. They will grow and be strong. Woreth's voice was brimming with pride and happiness, not only at the hatching itself but at the surge of good spirits he felt emanating from L'yst once more. It was the first time, in a long time, he'd felt his lifemate so truly happy.
**We will train them better than we've ever trained another. We won't lose another!** L'yst's thoughts were strong and forceful. The challenge of preparing these weyrlings would drive him onward, no matter how difficult the thought that some might not survive might be. He hoped he wouldn't have to encounter that again for a long, long time.
As the newly Impressed wandered off the sands, wide-eyed and grinning like fools, L'yst couldn't help but feel the joy he'd felt when Woreth had chosen him.
You were mine. I love mine. **I love you, Woreth.**
Then, L'yst turned and headed to the feeding area, already directing the weyrlings with what they needed to do to care for their newly hatched dragonets. The banquet would begin soon. He wondered if S'ren would join him there or not.
End L'yst (Unless any weyrlings need him!!)
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Post by sorelle on Nov 20, 2010 13:06:11 GMT -5
“He got bronze!”
Sorelle was ecstatic for R'enh and Zorenh, or, as he would now be called, Z'enh. She smiled when R'enh kissed Maram but was utterly surprised when the man turned to her, picked her up, and kissed her as well. She swatted him with a hand playfully, "how many times to I have to tell you not to pick me up!" Her face showed that she really didn't mind. As they settled down to watch the rest of the hatchings, she took a second to locate J'lor in the crowd and send him a private smile.
As the last egg hatched, she turned to B'lor and hugged him, "you should be very proud." Her eyes turned serious. "I am truly sorry for the intrusion of J'lor and Tonuth on the clutching, but some day you'll learn that the heart has a mind of its own." She gave him a quirky smile, "and who ever said I ever did anything the way it's supposed to be done." She knew people talked about her and she knew some thought she was unstable. "You deserve many years ahead, making future dragonriders of your own, and I hope someday you find someone who has the other piece of your soul." She looked back at J'lor, then turned to B'lor and put a hand on his shoulder. "Come, we have a feast to attend."
Sorelle stepped down to the sands and approached Sivarith who was looking rather pleased with herself. There was a bittersweet tinge to her joy, though, and the dragon nosed the shell from which the small bronze had emerged before he went between.
"I wish..."
**I know, love. I know.** Sorelle rubbed under Sivarith's jaw, then placed her cheek against the soft hide. **You must be hungry. Let's go get you something to eat.** Sivarith grunted her approval. Looking into the stands, where a few stragglers remained, Sivarith rose up and spread her huge golden wings. **Show off.** Sivarith chuckled, then ducked down to let Sorelle climb up. With a bugle of triumph, the queen took to the skies. Sorelle's whoop of joy mixed with the sound as the pair soared over the Weyr.
Tag Any, End Sorelle
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Post by Maram and Chalarath on Nov 20, 2010 13:40:40 GMT -5
The hatching had gone well. Maram could not have been happier...aside from the little bronze that had not Impressed. She had been lucky so far with Chalarath's hatchings and not had that happen before. Even Chalarath was distraught over the loss of the little dragon.
There was nothing more they could do about it now. Rising with R'enh and the others, she made her way out of the Hatching sands to join the party and congratulate all the newly Impressed.
End Maram
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Post by B'lor and Imahyth on Nov 27, 2010 20:02:45 GMT -5
Imahyth let out a triumphant bugle as the last egg hatched. They were all perfect! The bronze had never been so proud. B'lor smiled, feeling a little choked up as he watched the new weyrlings walk away with their dragons. Each of those dragons had a little piece of his Imahyth. It was sad about the one bronze that had not Impressed, but it was a fact of life. And unfortunately, something they may have to get more used to with less candidates available because of the disaster. All they could do was rejoice the in the dragons that had survived.
He returned Sorelle's embrace, hugging the petite woman tightly. Even though his dragon was mated to hers for now, she was really more of a mother figure to him. "Thank you, Sorelle," he said, not really sure what to make of what she had told him. The other piece of his soul? Was there really someone out there he could feel that way about? B'lor was as close to his dragon as any rider; Carilla had been an amazingly close friend; and he would do anything for his son...but maybe there was another kind of love he hadn't felt yet.
B'lor shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Sorelle was right about one thing, they had a feast to get ready for! He hurried to his dragon's side and they flew back to their weyr so that B'lor could prepare his outfit.
End B'lor
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