Endings and Beginnings {Hathcing}

[ayla]

Syre couldn't believe his eyes. A mauling, by dragonets, on the Sands? Not only was there red, human blood seeping into the hot sand, there was the green he had come to expect from dragons. Syre stayed riveted to the ground, unwilling or unable to move; even he couldn't tell the difference. The bravery of the other Candidates, especially the one who had yelled at the green, was commendable, but not something he thought he could do.

He noticed that The One Who Got Away egg had hatched, although a bit belatedly, and he couldn't quite identify which dragon had come from the egg. Syre guessed the blue, but he couldn't put his finger on it, so he didn't race toward any particular dragon. His patience was rewarded, it seemed, because the very blue he suspected to be His came right for him and sat in front of him. Well, S'vekMine. Seems you Golliath took just a bit too long to get here. You are quite Impressive, though. Hmm...

Syre - S'vek, now, he'd have to get used to that - looked down to the gorgeous blue at his feet. He stretched a hand down and stroked Golliath's eye ridges, in the process clapping his jaw shut from its previous wide-open position. "You're mine?" he whispered. And I'm yours. Now, there is the question of food. I'm quite hungry, Golliath informed him in the same calm tone he had just used.

The blue nudged S'vek's leg, prompting the new weyrling to head off to the food, following Golliath's lead.

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Kalesa couldn't honestly say she was disgusted or even particularly stunned that there was blood on the sand. She'd seen it before, and nothing really disgusted her anymore. She did come from Beastcraft, and if that wasn't the bloodiest craft there was, Kalesa didn't know what was. She stayed where she was, even through the fight between dragons. That was something that did, in fact, surprise her; dragons were supposed to be peaceful, and mauling a green to the point of between was not particularly peaceful.

The hatching of the strange gray dragons was the most surprising thing that Kalesa had seen, definitely in the past year, probably in her life. In her memory, there had never been a dragon that strayed from gold, bronze, brown, blue, or green, and while she took it better than the Weyrleader, she couldn't restrain a gasp and the widening of her own eyes. Still, she had to keep up an unbreakable image, and she didn't burst out with any words like some of the girls around her did.

Her eyes were kept on the All's Well That Ends Well egg, even to the exclusion of the gold egg next to it. Kalesa knew her future; she had learned it on the day of the Touching, from the dragonet himself. Her hopes were rewarded when the egg split open to reveal a black dragonet, huge even when looked at next to the gold who broke free moments later.

Kalesa held her breath as the black male walked straight up to her and bespoke her. KalesaMine. I am your Vanath. It's time to take the world by storm. Let's go. A proud, rather smug smile broke on Kalesa's face as she threw a defiant glare at the Weyrleader. He couldn't stop her and Vanath; no one could. "There's not a moment to be lost, Vanath. Let's get you fed," she told Hers in a rare display.

If it was even possible, Kalesa stood a little taller as she and Vanath walked to the food. She could tell, even within the span of a few minutes, that they were going to be unstoppable.

[fellis]

Oswin braced himself as the green charged at him, but his mind barely even had time to register what was happening before he was on the ground. The pain almost didn't sink in at first, and absurdly, he was most aware of the burning sand where his skin touched the ground. He looked down and saw red blood staining his robes, and he put a hand on the wound. That was when the pain erupted, and he groaned, dropping his head back down on the sand. Why had he done this again? He could barely remember where he was as he looked up at the ceiling of the Hatching Grounds, waiting for the next attack. He was just coherent enough to be confused when the claws didn't return.

He heard hissing and snarling and surmised that the Green was otherwise occupied, but he didn't have the energy to look. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a bronze face hovering above his, the eyes whirling with gray-tinged worry before transitioning into the rainbow of Impression. Then there was a voice...the most beautiful voice. O'winMine. Your Bayjeeth hopes you are alright. Why do you suppose some are born that way? But then again, is that like asking why I exist? Why was I raised by a gold who is not my mother? Why was I needed? I suppose to protect you.

He didn't know it was possible to be this happy. Even while he was bleeding out on the sands, he felt pure bliss. His Bayjeeth, his very own dragon, friend, and protector. Suddenly he had the energy to sit up, ignoring the blood and pain, and he wrapped his arms around the bronze. "I'm going to be fine, Bayjeeth," he whispered. "We will answer all of your questions in time."

He looked up and saw K'nae. "It was nothing," he said, accepting the boy's hand and heaving himself to his feet, leaning half on his fellow weyrling and half on Bayjeeth. The bronze crooned at his green sister. Thank you for helping us. What is your name? Why were you born green when I was born bronze?[/color]

I'm not sure she'll be able to answer that, O'win said with a small smile. They moved slowly to the food. Hopefully a Healer would be there too.