Look! Eggs! [Open] [Firelizard Intro]

.: N'rim of Aoi Keasurath :.

The low rumble of dragons humming filled the space of the kitchens as N'rim looked over the egg he had chosen. There were a number of other people now, candidates and riders and weyrfolk alike who had arrived in the hopes of getting an egg. Though he noted them, N'rim paid them little mind, wishing to keep as close an eye on his egg as he could.

As his egg began to rock, he picked it up, cradling the pale shell in his dark hands. It seemed to him to both take forever and be only moments between the egg beginning to rock in a serious fashion and the side of the shell crumpling inwards as a yellow toned snout escaped from it. For a short time the egg was still, the firelizard within laying quiet as it took it's first breaths.

Surging with energy again, the firelizard retreated and poked a paw out of the hole, little claws tearing at the shell in order to widen the exit. In moments the egg fell apart and a damp yellow form was left in N'rim's hands.

Barely did the flit have time to stir itself into sitting before N'rim had a small lump of meat held before it's nose. The flit squeaked and grabbed for it. "Slowly" N'rim said to it, just as he would have with any of his children had they been scarfing down their food in such a swift manner. The man rationed the meat lumps, feeding the flit slowly to ensure that it didn't eat itself sick.

At first N'rim thought the creature to be a Kin, with it's bright colouration, but as it's hide dried, it was revealed to lack the metallic shine which denoted the smallest female. Instead this flit must be a Kohaku, and indeed, N'rim thought he felt something male about the flit as it's hunger pressed upon him. Though of course that was just as likely to be his own thoughts on it's gender influencing what he thought he felt.

When the flit's belly bulged with food and hunger turned to sleep, N'rim gently set it in the crook of his arm and looked up to see what was happening with the other eggs. He had no name for this flit yet, but he was sure something would come to him soon.

Khetzar

As the egg rocked, cracks began to form, and Khetzar watched, unable to tear his eyes away. He had watched puppies being born before, but this was far more intriguing. There was possibly a firelizard, a dragon in miniature, in this egg, and it was his. Whatever inside was.

He could hear other eggs were hatching as well, but he was only focused on the cracks that were beginning to widen. A nose broke through, retreating back into the shell before Khetzar could tell what color it was. It rocked a couple more times, and then the egg broke apart, revealing the hatchling inside.


Color: Ichigo
Size: 29 inches
Personality: Jealous, industrious, wise

He was perfect. Khetzar held out a piece of meat to him. "Here," he said softly, "I know you're hungry." The small one snatched the meat away, gulping the bite down. "Easy."

The Ichigo looked up at Khetzar, crooning pitifully. The boy smiled, continuing to offer the red meat. After a couple more pieces, the firelizard was no longer grabbing them out of his fingers, and Khetzar was ablle to feed him easier. It felt as if the Ichigo would never be full, but as Khetzar reached the end of the bowl, the small one was finished, curling up against Khetzar's shoulder. "You've got a big stomach for such a little guy," Khetzar muttered, stroking the lizards soft hide. He was precious, and now that he didn't have to focus exclusively on the Ichigo, maybe he'd get to ser some of the others hatch too.

Jenesys watched silently as the eggs began to hatch one by one. First N`rim's egg hatched to reveal a Kohaku. He was a handsome creature though the next one he'd thought was actually the twin of the first; their coloring was so very similar. He watched as Haruka bean to tend to her little pale gold flitter when he heard a crack. Blinking down at the egg he'd claimed. It was rocking back and forth violently so Jenesys reached out to steady the egg. As his hands cupped the shell the egg the rocking stopped and he could feel the flitter inside of the egg shifting about before a foot punched it's way out. The tiny paw was dark and kicked about uselessly since the flit moved about inside. Cocking his head a tiny smile pulled at his lips when he saw it was the flitter back leg and only as he studied it did he see it was a brown color...which only meant it was a little Chairo.

After fighting the egg a second leg punched out before a long tail flicked out and wrapped tightly around Jenesys's wrist to pull himself out and into Jenesys's left hand. His other hand came around to help the flitter balance as he looked around before tilting his head back to look up at Jenesys and creeled hungrily. Only when the little Chairo's mind filled his did he realize something was different...the little Chairo's mind though strong and a little overbearing but the mind in this flit was distinctly female.



The tiny smile on Jenesys's face grew a little bit as he reached out for the meat to begin to feed the unique little female. Her creeling was soon quieted as she sat in Jenesys's hand and ate to her ltitle heart's content. Granted after eating she was a little tired but instead of curling up in her new human's arms like some of the other flits she easily clambered up the front of Jenesys's shirt and purred softly as he curled around his neck and under his long hair to cuddle into her neck before looking around at the others suspiciously. Jenesys couldn't help but reach up to caress the little flit, before whispering to her. "Ophelia." Little Ophelia immediately crooned as she and Jenesys watched the remaining eggs hatch, Jenesys hoping the other two unclaimed eggs would find someone to Impress to rather then go wild...they needed all the tiny friends they could get.

.: Z'tan and Gin Elizabeth :.

Z'tan could hear Elizabeth cooing in the back of his mind as he looked at the eggs. One had been shoved into his hands and it seemed that, even if he did not particularly wish to take part in what he still believed to be an exercise in futility, hoping for firelizards, he was about to take part regardless.

The first egg cracked and Z'tan was left without words, as he watched an orange and gold form settle into the weyrleader's hands. That... was definitely a firelizard. It looked just like a hatchling dragon, excepting that it fit perfectly into the hands of the man who held it. There was truly nothing else that the creature, which was now being fed, could be.

"Well then" Z'tan moved away from the main group, finding a shadowy corner where he could lean against the wall. He still wasn't sure about this, but with the first baby come into the world and the egg in his hands rocking wildly, there was no turning back now.

He put the egg on a table, finding a small plate to set some meat on while he waited. Whatever was inside seemed in rather a hurry, as the egg rocked frantically, tiny cracks forming in the shell, like delicate dark spinner webs.

There was a sharp snap of sound and the side of the shell gave way, leaving a dark hatchling laying on the wooden table. Elizabeth's wordless worry pushed at Z'tan as he reached out, picking the flit up with gentle fingers. "Careful there" He spoke softly to the creature "Don't want yah getting hurt when yah only moments old" He waved a piece of meat in front of the flits muzzle an got a hungry creeling in response. "There yah are" He fed the creature, a lifetime of watching hatchlings showing itself in his deft judgement of just how much it could eat.

"Like a splash of ink you are, aren't yah" The creature was black in colouring, but Z'tan could see a faint tint of purple to it in the light. A murasaki then. "Guess that's what I'll call yah then, Ink"
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.: Zurianna :.
(Tag: Itessi)

The girls had watched the egg avidly, Annazuri eagerly taking Itessi's offer to look at her egg. Both children had gone silent as the eggs began to hatch, and Zurianna was silent too, taking it all in as best she could so that when the day ended she could write up first hand recordings of the events to be entered into the weyr's archives, and a copy sent to the harper hall as well.

Annazuri watched silently as Itessi's egg hatched. "Wow" She said when the little kuroi was settled. "Can I touch him? I'll be gentle, I promise" Her mama had taught her about being gentle with babies when Tianna was born and Anna knew they could be hurt pretty easy if you weren't. But the baby was just so cute! How could anyone not want to pet one?

Meanwhile, Zurianna had become occupied by her own egg as it began to rock with ever increasing amounts of violence. It was almost anti-climicatic when an oddly shaped paw ripped through the shell, breaking it open so that a pale form could escape. Zuri gathered it up quickly, offering it food as soon as it chirped and making sure that while her daughter could see it, she would remain the focus of its attention. She did not want to risk her daughter being the one the creature latched onto as its bonded.

She stared at the creature in her hands as it ate, ravenously devouring any and all offerings, including a few attempts to eat her thumb. Now that she could see it properly, it was obvious that whatever she had here, it was not the same thing as the firelizards which were hatching for everyone else.

It's build wasn't quite the same, heavier, with thicker bones and a sturdy frame which would one day carry great power. It's muzzle was shorter and broader, and it's headknobs did not seem quite as long. It's paws were the most obviously strange though, a pinching shape with two toes at the front and one toe at the back. The colour was a metallic off-yellow, with ligher and darker markings, a tone Zurianna would have been more likely to associate with a Dou than an Kin. But this wasn't a Dou, or a Kin. She wasn't sure how she knew, beyond the fact that it was massive, bigger than any of the other hatchlings so far, but this was not a creature which would sit anywhere but at the top of the ladder of rank.

Zuri was an archivist by trade and by nature. She had a skill unuqiely suited to her choice of craft role, for once she had read something, she never forgot it. She had read, repaired an copied the old records, the ones which spoke of the upheaval and how things had been before they were as they were now. Days when what were now known as Dou and Kin ruled their kind as Bronze and Gold. And of days long before that, when firelizards and other creatures had flown the skies. What she had here was a not a Dou. It was a Bronze. And it was not a firelizard.

"Itessi?" Zurianna called softly to the other harper "At the hall, did you ever go into the deepest parts of the archives? Where the very oldest tales are kept? I had to copy some of them once. They were so old they were crumbling to touch, some previous master archivist had ignored the need to re-do them because he 'didn't think them relevant'. But they were stories, old ones, ones I've never seen anywhere else, even here. Some of them were stories which were supposedly about the second crossing."

Zuri paused to grab some more meat to feed her little creature. "And thus did the dragonet call for help, for her mistress was injured and her paws were not shaped to help, being of two in front and one behind, unable to grab as might those who had been made." She quoted a line which had always stuck in her mind.

"I never understood it at the time. Now...." Zuri ran a finger along the back of the creature. "This is a dragonet. We all learn that humans bred the dragons from firelizards. This, this is what the firelizards came from..."
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The last of the eggs started rocking, finally hatching. Haruka gave the last three a smile and pushed more food to them. Seryn, Kelyra, and Akadeanna were the last holders of the firelizard eggs.