Hatching of Weather Clutch

[Beth]

The Egg Tally:
#1- Summer Storm {Gold Egg} Gold Ellyenth- Vittoria
#2- Rain's Calling Green Ardoth- NPC
#3- Thunder Strike Blue Desath- NPC
#4- Hurricane Eye Bronze Benreth- Akera
#5- Hail FireGreen Meryioth- NPC
#6- Sandstorm- Black Momith- T'lane, Tal'ne
#7- Falling Waters Bronze Gyrunth- Rinarin
#8- Snowflake Blue Melth- NPC
#9- Icy Winds Blue Saeth- NPC
#10- Tornado Red Sirith- NPC
#11- Heat Wave- Amber Loyanth- J'rston/Jerst'n
#12- Cold Front Black Norlith- Sinarin
#13- Sunny Skies Silver Illeth- Aoide
#14- Cloudy Day- Brown Daleth-NPC
#15- Dew at Morning-Red Sureth- Lilith
#16- Autumn Winds Brown Taryianth- NPC
#17- Winter Snow Bronze Kienth- Rioe
#18- Spring Showers Amber Welith- Dorian
#19- Lightning- Green Mayventh-NPC
#20- Gentle Breezes Purple Aorath- Ranea
#21- Freezing RainsRed Seroth- NPC

[Beth]

Amair was flying, surrounded by clouds and perched atop her beloved Iath. She threw her head back, letting the wind stirred by her queen’s wings blow her hair behind her in a flighty banner. Iath banked to the right, and suddenly they were surrounded by darkness. Lightning flashed around them as they flew through the storm cloud, close enough to touch. Amair’s scream was drowned out by the thunder that rolled around them. Then, suddenly, she was falling, falling through ranks of dragons that were the wrong colors…
Amair lurched forward off her seat in the Hatching stands, her eyes flying open as she reached forward to catch herself on the rail. She gasped as she recovered from her nightmare, Iath crooning comfortingly in her mind. The Weyrwoman leaned back her seat. “I must of dozed off…” she murmured to herself, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She had been doing that a lot lately. Several of the older riders, herself included, had been worrying about this newest clutch. The strange colors of firelizards that had been discovered around the Weyr appeared to be healthy, but you could never tell with mutations. Amair was terrified that whatever disease or thing the firelizards had caught would affect the dragons, especially the young ones. As a traditionalist, she had a hard time accepting the bizarre little flits.
She was interrupted from her musing by the roll of thunder. Amair looked up curiously. It wasn’t storm season. That was when she realized that it wasn’t thunder, but the thrumming hum of the age old Hatching song. A couple of riders were already appearing at the entrances to the stands. ~I hope the Candidate Master has the candidates getting ready. ~ she thought to Iath.
~Who is the Candidate Master? Why have I not met him?~ Iath asked curiously. Amair slapped her head and leapt to her feet, shoving people out of her way as she tore toward the candidate barracks. She had forgotten they didn’t have a candidate master yet!
~You won’t make it.~ Iath commented. ~I will help.~ The golden queen reached out her mind to contact the firelizards who were bonded to candidates. They would probably already be excited by the Hatching hum, but if she could direct them to direct their bonded, perhaps there would be less chaos.
Amair finally arrived at the barracks, out of breath and red faced. She leaned against the door frame, panting, ignoring the stares they were giving her. At last she managed to gasp “Hatching… robes… sandals… hurry.”

[Reakeda]

Indeed Spark had been excited by the hatching hum and the impressions he sent to his bonded even before the instructions were passed onto him had the boy hurrying along from the Infirmary where he'd volunteered after his chores had been done that day and hailing and candidate he saw along the way. "Hatching!" He called through his breath taking pace "Hurry to get your robes!" After all, not everyone out and about had the benefit of a firelizard constantly at their side. He reached the barracks on a few moments before Amair and found his robe and sandal. Sliding it onto his foot and securing it in place carefully so it wouldn't slide and make him fall, Jerston looked to Shara.

"Shara, Stay," He commanded firmly. With an unhappy whine, the canine curled onto his cot and watched as Jerston moved away. His crutch clicked on the stone announcing his presence as usual as he made his way to Amair. "Pardon if I am out of line, but could Iath not have directed a closer rider to retrieve us and saved you the wasted energy. You should get some water before going back to the heat of the sands, ma'am." He said quietly, the healer's concern ever present for her health. He would be on the sands soon enough, but it wouldn't do to have the Weyrwoman drop of heat exhaustion in the middle of the hatching.

[Ayla]

Vittoria had been relaxing in the Barracks, trying to look as if she was working. She couldn't sit down and try to recover lost sleep, but she could walk around with a broom, sweeping here and there. No one questioned her behavior, which wasn't remarkable since the Weyr didn't have a Candidatemaster to organize chores properly.

Some of the other Candidates gasped and started running around. Vittoria noticed that it was only the ones with firelizards. Was it some sort of inside joke, or what? She leaned the broom against the wall and stood still for a moment. "The eggs are hatching! Get your robes!" someone screeched at her. Under any other circumstances, Vittoria would have been indignant that someone was yelling at her. However, right now, she didn't care.

Vittoria's eyes widened and she rushed to her room. The girl she shared the room with wasn't there yet, but her chore was on the other side of the Weyr. Vittoria tossed clothes all over the room in a frantic search for her robes and sandals. It didn't take very long, but it seemed like candlemarks. She finally found the white fabric and thick sandals, and whipped the garment over her head. Thank Faranth she had folded it properly, and it was right side out when she put it on. She pulled off her shoes and shoved the sandals on her feet.

She was sure that she was one of the first ones ready, but no. When Vittoria rushed through the common room, there was already a throng of Candidates headed for the sands. The boy with one foot seemed to be speaking with the Weyrwoman. Vittoria scoffed, but thought very little of it. She had to get to the Sands.

Unfortunately, the sandals were a size too big and flopped on her feet, which prevented her from running. Vittoria thought about just going barefoot, but she remembered how hot the sand was on Touching Day, and thought better of it. A strange humming filled her ears as soon as she entered the Sands. The dragons? she asked herself, then confirmed it by glancing up at where the noise was coming from.

Vittoria walked, more calm now, to the area for the Candidates. She took a place near the front, close to the gold egg. Although the thought of being mauled was still in her mind, the prospect of Impressing outweighed it.

[Ari]

Lili was in the Weyr Bowl when the hum started. She almost ran straight to the Hatching Sands, wanting to not miss a moment and getting a good spot in the stands was a plus too. Then she remembered she was standing in this one as a Candidate. Which meant her legs were swiftly taking her in the wrong direction. She quickly pivoted and barreled into the female Candidate Barracks. She threw her chest open and then cursed as the force of her hands caused the thing to bounce off her bed and almost snapped her fingers off. Taking a bit more time and loads more caution she lifted the top again and pulled out her Candidate robes.

Her nose wrinkled with distaste as she put on her sandals. The one who decided all Candidates should wear sandals was a complete wherryhead, either that or hated Candidates. The robe wasn't much of an improvement, what with is being three times too big. To be fair, it wasn't that bad, but it was too big for her frame. She left the Barracks running fingers in her hair to get any tangles out and make her a bit more presentable. Although she was positive the dragon wouldn't care. Lili hoped not anyway, she had heard horror stories of fussy greens or blues who Impressed to slovenly riders and made their lives just awful, although it did wonders for their hygiene.

She started running and immediately lost her left sandal. She huffed and picked it up before putting both in her hands so she could run to the Hatching Sands. She leaned against the big dragon sized arch huffing slightly as she put the sandals back on. With a big breath to steady herself she finally made her way inside. She made sure to bow before the Weyr woman and Queen, "Candidate Lili, Ma'am." It took her a second to realize only the giant Golden Queen was there, odd the Weyrwoman was the first to know, she should be here. She wasn't sure if she should check in or something so it didn't hurt to be sure. She hadn't come this close to be thrown out. Although with the threat of a dragon going between short of screaming hysterically she was probably fine.

Once in the girl's side of the Sands, Lili finally relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the Hatching. She'd made it on time and it seemed before loads of others and ... well, she was here. It wouldn't matter how many times she watched a Hatching, there was just something wondrous about it. Even if she didn't Impress this time 'round, she'd have the memories of it until the next one. Not to say she wanted to wait. She'd had enough of being a Candidate, it's time for the next step, she told herself while pushing back her shoulders to stand straighter.

[Beth]

Amair looked at the lad who was speaking to her. It took a moment for his comment to sink in. What he said made sense, and the corners of her mouth twitched with a supressed smile. "Thank you for your concern, young man. You had better hurry to the Sands though. I'll be along shortly."

Meanwhile, Ranea had finally heard the message. She had been fluttering around in a panic, unable to find her robes. At last she found it and stuffed it over her head, only to grumble in exasperation as she realized it was backwards. She dropped to her knees and shuffled around for her sandals. For a moment she was certain that one of the other candidates' canines had run off with the left one... but no, there it was. At last fully clothes, Ranea followed the Weyrwoman back to the Hatching Grounds.

When they arrived, Ranea raced over to join the loose group of girls clustered near the queen egg. Amair strode to her place in the stands, heaving an internal sigh of reliefe that none of the eggs had hatched. It seemed she had arrived just in time, for one of the eggs finally split open. Lightning Green tumbled onto the sands, her hide a medium hue with lighter streaks along her back. She picked herself to her feet, creeling as she walked toward the girls.

She had barely cleared the circle of eggs when another one, Cloudy Day egg, hatched to reveal a dark chocolate brown. He was more aggressive, charging toward the male candidates with a wicked gleam in his eye. Amair relaxed some, seeing the two healthy and normally colored dragonets. It seemed that the strange colors had not transfered from fire-lizard to dragon.

[Reakeda]

Jerston nodded "Yes ma'am," and he bowed once more before carefully turning away and making his way towards the sands. He moved quickly enough, but he not so rushed that he would miss something and fall. When he reached the sands he dipped a bow to Iath, before taking his place in the males semi circle.. barely in time...

The green broke shell as he was stepping into place, but this didn't bother him. Even if he had missed a hatching of an egg, it wouldn't have sent a dragon between. The few moments he had taken to assure the Weyrwoman's health would not have been enough for a dragonet to search every candidate and then grow desperate enough to end its life if it were even meant for him. No He had done right and he had made it in time so the matter was moot. The thoughts slipped away and he silently watched as the green cleared the circle and a brown broke free of his confines and was suddenly charging towards the males.

A hard lump formed in his throat as fear suddenly took hold. He wasn't sure he could move quick enough should the brown decide he was on the menu... Spark let out a comforting croon and nudged his bonded, who had already started to move to make room for the brown to pass in his charge. Thankfully he was only to the outer edge of the of the range of boys that might be bowled over if the brown didn't stop...

[ÆRO]

The dragon hum that resonated through the Weyr was one of the worst things to wake up to. Half asleep and still entangled in the embrace of another, Rioe groggily lifted his head. Muttering incoherent phrases of riding dragons and women at the same time, Rioe shoved the warm body of the female off of him, as he rolled out of bed. Still half asleep he dug through piles of neatly folded fabric and clothing, as he searched for that certain robe. Flipping over a stack of clean laundry he found his crisp and wooly white Candidate’s robe, moving with the pace of a sedated Runnerbeast.

With an unconscious grin he slipped it on his bare person, as he strode right into the Traditional sandals that he had laid out next to the doorway of the kitchen girl’s room. Even though he was a candidate he had basically moved in with this girl, his current toy and night time sport. What he was doing was completely against the regulations of being a Candidate, but Rioe was good enough that no one was going to find out about it and report him to the higher ranks.

He slowly left the room, as the woman lifted her head and softly asked where he was going.

Turning his head to face her, but with his body facing the doorway, he casually said, “I’m sorry. But we’re over. Goodbye.”
He was the only one in the hallway that led from the kitchens to the main hallways, the only candidate that was in this off limits area as he headed toward the Hatching Sands. Soon he met up with a bustling crowd of excited hopefuls, and following this stream of people he headed onto the steaming hot grounds of the Hatching. Rioe gave one casual smile that crinkled his light azure eyes, and he mused with his disheveled dirty blonde hair, before giving a sweeping bow to the clutchmother.

With a rather confident grin and a wink, he moved away to settle in a vacant location in the male semi-circle.


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Mounting excitement and anticipation was swirling in the air of a certain room in the female section of the Candidate Barracks. The fact that they weyrwoman had personally come to the Candidates to fetch them had only served the purpose of increasing the sheer amount of tension in the room. Hyperventilation and panic was coming from a distinct corner of that certain room, as the girl who’s bunk and things occupied that space was throwing everything that was not her objects of search into the air and behind her, creating an disgusting little pile of messy things, random things to be exact. From old paper to an assortment of hair decorations, the pile was full of a variety of things, mostly seen in an Watchwher’s den.

“By Faranth! Where are those knots!?” she muttered in a fevered state, as she flipped her mattress over to look beneath the bed.
The partially dressed girl was flying about in a swirl of white and black, robe and choppy black hair, as she looked for those sharding knots, that only a deadglow would lose. With one final heave she flipped the mattress completely over and off the bed frame, and without a care let it fall on top of a neat and
orderly little area that belonged to the girl that slept next to her.

“Aha! I found you! And you thought you could hide from me!” Aoide cried happily, as she scooped up the candidate knots, and swung them over her shoulder.

She slipped on the sandals while running out the door, doing a few hops to get them on correctly. It wasn’t hard to figure out which direction to go, and as she swam in that stream of girls, she was carried into the Sands, and without her control swept past the clutchmother and into the semi-circle.

[ferathon]

Talane had heard the Weyrwoman come into the barracks trying to tell them to get ready. He quickly dressed in his Hatching robes and sandals and ran to the sands wanting to get there as early as possible to make a good impression on dragons and other Weyrfolk alike. He made it and went to stand in the semi-circle and wait for the Hatching to get in full swing.

He kicked the sand at his feet as the brown dragon rushed towards the males. He didn't flinch, he didn't back down. He stood his ground. Impressing was his dream, no reason to get scared about it now. He let out a heavy sigh. Neither of the first hatchlings had been the egg he had liked the most, but the brown dragon pulled his eyes in quickly. That was one of the dragons he really wanted to Impress. He wanted either a bronze or a brown, but he also just wanted a dragon regardless of color.

[Beth]

The green dragonet found her rider without delay, practically falling all over the brawny blonde she chose. The girl laughed and led her darling toward the side of the grounds where food and towels were waiting on tressle tables.

The brown took longer. It looked like he had maybe chosen one boy who he was sniffing, but at last the dragonet rudely pushed the candidate away and bonded with the younger boy behind him.

Amair applauded politely for the two new weyrlings, watching their happy faces. Then her breath caught in her throat. For the next dragon to emerge onto the sands was not a conventional bronze or brown, but a metallic orange. The little amber crawled carefully out of the remains of the Heat Wave egg. He managed to step on one wing, forcing him to stumble backward into Sandstorm egg that was hatching behind him. Creeling with concern, the amber turned to make sure his jet black brother was fine before moving toward the male candidates.

Amair had hoped that her eyes were playing tricks on her, but the lithe black baby was proof that these eggs were not... normal. One corner of her mind wept in dispair, but the more sensible part of her, the part that was a Weyrwoman, reminded her that these hatchlings appeared to be healthy. Only time would tell if they were a threat. She watched as the black and amber hesitated near the boys. When she thought about it, the gentle orange color of the amber's hide was actually rather handsome, and the black dragonet looked like a stately lord holder with hints of blue winking along his flanks.

Suddenly, a streak of red dashed toward the girls. Unnoticed, Dew at Morning had hatched and the red lady had a purpose in mind. She almost knocked over another girl who was too slow to get out of her way before sliding to a stop in front of Lilith. ~Lili-mine, Lili-mine! Aren't you pleased to see your Sureth?~ She bumped the girl with her large nose, her rose colored hide glimmering with egg fluid. Her most distinctive feature were her pink feet, which looked like she was wearing socks.

[Reakeda]

Jerston was glad to see the green and brown Impress without a problem, though he pitied the boy that had been pushed none to gently aside. It could not have felt too pleasant and had likely left him with some bruising. A mental note was taken to check with the boy after the hatching, but his attention was drawn back to the eggs because in that moment a new dragonet stumbled onto the sands and it was unmistakably the color dubbed Amber of the firelizards.

His eyes assessed the dragon even as it stumbled back into the black dragonet hatching from the egg behind it. He smiled slightly as it made sure it's sibling was alright before moving towards the candidates. His mind did a quick look over of the black as well, using what he knew of dragon anatomy and what he had seen in the older dragons since being searched to judge. They both appeared healthy.

A red blur caught his eye and he glanced to the girls where it seemed to be heading. Another dragon Impressed, this one of the firelizard's colors. So they seemed to be of sound mind as well. He didn't worry.

Healer's assessment finished, he became just a candidate again and watched in anxious anticipation as the dragons searched for their riders, wondering if would be him or one of the boys surrounding him. Would he be left standing and told that even dragons thought him too defected?

[Ayla]

Vittoria watched the other eggs with interest. The gold egg had not begun to move, so she didn't see the need to watch it constantly. She clapped politely when the green Impressed a blonde, but the brown drew her attention. He seemed to be unsure of His, especially when he changed his mind from one boy to another. She still clapped, though, and continued to watch the eggs.

The next egg to hatch, the Heat Wave egg, broke open to reveal an orange dragon. Vittoria was absolutely sure she had never seen an orange bragon before, but the amber flits seemed to have a similar coloring. She decided that the dragons had also mutated, similarly to the flits, and expected more of the strange colors.

The amber and black dragonets stumbled toward the boys, and Vittoria quickly lost interest. Although she was happy for the boys who Impressed, there was another egg shaking and she wanted to see it.

The Dew At Morning egg burst open and a red dragonet dashed toward the girls. Vittoria raised her eyebrows; weren't dragonets somewhat clumsy, and therefore unable to rush? Then again, these were new colors, and maybe new abilities. The red slid to a stop at a girl's feet, and Impressed. Vittoria was sure the girl's name was Lilith, or Lili, or something like that.

Vittoria glanced back at the gold egg, but saw no motion. She sidled a little closer, noticing that the other girls were almost uncomfortably close to it. Although she didn't really want to be run over, she didn't want to take the chance that she wouldn't Impress.

[Elfie]

It was turning out to be a great day, and that managed to keep the two boys by the weyrlake in a good mood. Emeren seemed determined to keep both Ivin and Crin away from her owner as she was washed and oiled.

"Why can't you just still still, sweet? I promise they won't take all of my attention." Sinarin crooned softly to the aggressive green in his lap as he firmly held her in place with long fingers. She wasn't going to go snipping after his brother's blue flit again. Let alone Crin who didn't want to deal with the green at all, and was sun bathing several lengths away. As intended, the boy's words caused Emeren to relax slightly, arching her neck to show off to Sinarin, prove she was a beauty worthy of his attention.

The pose caused the mirror image of Sinarin to laugh, disturbing the leader of the small fair who was stretched out on his leg, hide gleaming a bright metallic silver from the fresh oiling. A soft creeling sounded from just behind Rinarin, a blue limb pawing at his breeches as Ivin begged not to be forgotten. It was during this scene that Vera lifted her head and gave a confident chirp for order, before throat began to emit a deep humming. The Hatching Song was soon taken up excitedly by the other three, four sets of wings beating the air as the fire lizards danced above the slightly confused twin's heads.

Sinarin's eyes lit up first, pale sapphire shifting from the jewel like creatures above to his brother. "The Hatching!" He exclaimed, getting swiftly to his feet and grabbing the oil before dashing toward the barracks. They couldn't be late! A sense of anticipation mixed with anxiety flowed through him, the same emotions plaguing nearly every other Candidate and especially Rinarin who was right on his heels.

The two got their room and out swiftly, pulling their white robes on and shifting them into place. Unlike some of the others, theirs actually fit semi nicely, thanks to Sinarin's efforts. And all it had taken was Rinarin having another round of chores to do so that his brother could have time to fiddle with the cloth. The entire time their fair wheeled above their heads, letting everyone know within shouting distance that the Hatching was starting.

"Come on!" Rinarin shouted, grabbing his twin's hand and dragging him toward the hot sands, a huge grin creasing visage. The poor boy being tugged along dropped his leather tie though, leaving black locks to fall about his face while Rinarin had been quicker and sported a short tail. It took only five minutes before the two had bowed to the queen dragon and her rider, the gold's color stealing Sinarin's breath away.

Somehow they had managed to miss being exactly on time, for a green had already Impressed and a brown was just staring up a boy, Impressing. Sin and Rin quickly made their way to the boy's circle, not the least because of the hot sand beneath their sandals, gazes drawn toward the other eggs as an amber and a black emerged. So the colors had spread! However, Rinarin had glimpsed an amber flit before, but the black was something completely new to him. What other colors would appear in this clutch, if any?

Pale sapphire eyes stared at the dragonets in wonder, thoughts cascading back into his mind as he held his breath. What would happen if he and Rinarin Impressed? Would their bond change at all? Nothing had happened with the fire lizards...but dragons were so different. It would be worth it though. Had to be. The intimacy of minds, the view from dragonback high in the sky, and the feel of wind in your face. Sinarin stood there, his hands clasped anxiously before him, forcing thoughts back to the present and to the Hatching as a red like his own flit Crin Impressed to a girl.

"Breath, dear brother." Words were whispered in Sin's ear as Rinarin draped his arms around his brother's shoulders, his chin propped in the crook of his elbow as he stood behind him. It was easy when they were the same height, and this way he could make sure Sin took that breath...which he finally did. Rin's own thoughts had only been snagged back by the sight of the eggs quivering from thoughts of new places and adventures, trouble to get into. He had to remind himself to take a calming inhale of air as emerald eyes darted about the sands.

The same thought flitted through both the twins minds, what would happen next?

[Beth]

The black dragonet appeared to be the more aggressive of the two. He marched forward, his mincing gait punctuated by a stumble here or there as Sandstorm black got used to walking. As he progressed through the circle of male candidates, he managed to stumble into Jerston. The tried to raise one wing in self defense, which only furtherer upset his balance and sent him tumbling at Talane's feet. He looked up at the candidate, his eye swirling rainbow colors as he pleaded ~T'lanemine, I'm hungry! Wont you feed your Momith?~

Meanwhile, the amber had noticed Jerston's predicament. Before Momith's actions could send the one-legged boy tumbling to the ground, the amber snaked his neck forward to brace him with his orange head. ~Don't worry, Loyanth's here to help.~

Amair applauded the two boys and watched as the next two eggs, Rain's Calling Green and Icy Wind Blue impressed without much ado. The humming in the hall rose to a fevered pitch as, at last, the golden queen egg began to hatch. It rocked back and forth a few times before finally splitting open. The little queen clambered to her feet, her dandelion hide glimmering with metallic highlights and egg fluid. Her head swiveled toward the female candidates, her eye blazing red with savage hunger. She took few steps forward, though her creel for food sounded more like an angry, high pitched squeal.

Along with his female counter part, a king had emerged from his egg. Hurricane Eye Bronze shook a piece of egg shell from his head, stretching his wings and jaw in a leisurely manner before following the instinct all baby dragons have, to find a rider.

[ÆRO]

Uninterested and rather nonchalant eyes followed the proceeding of the hatching, Rioe had not moved from the position he had started in. With his arms crossed tightly over his chest the tall young man had resisted the urge to scratch at the quickly mounting itch at the right side of his abdomen due to the rather coarse quality of fabric the white robes were made of. However pristine and vibrant the white coloring of the thick material was, it was still the equivalent to a dish rag in his Trader mind, as the quality was simply too raw and unprocessed. If it weren't for the fact that the behavior of the candidates were strictly enforced during the hatchings for their own safety, he would've much rather have shrugged off the un-tasteful robe and stood bare. He, of course, had nothing to hide from the all prying eyes of the curious spectators.

A wide smirk appeared on his confident visage as he watched Impresssion after Impression a few of which happened but a few yards away from his very being and all of which he did not bother to applaud. However he felt no need to panic nor did his confidence fall even though none of the hatchlings had paid him any attention at all, as Rioe was a man of belief and he strongly believed that he deserved only the best. And so far, nothing close to his expectations had been hatched to this world.

However when the humming had reached a rather climatic peak, Rioe tightened his grip about himself, as he watched with his very eyes the hatching of a mother of an entire weyr. This creature was not one of his, but still he joined the many others that felt their breath catch at the backs of their throats. A small frown formed on his smile creased face as a rather quizzical expression appeared as the small queen gave a rather dangerous cry for food. The frown, however, disappeared when he realized he would not have to deal with this angry and vivacious creature, as it rampaged towards the females. And in it's stead a grin slowly crossed his lips, as the first true king of the clutch had appeared. Things would finally start to get interesting, as what more easily attracts females then a shiny bronze hide?


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Aoide stared with blatant desire written across her small face, feeling as if a Runnerbeast was stomping on her stomach each time a new hatchling would go with another. The brunette nervously twirled a strand of hair in her fingers as she felt the extreme excitement explode from within her being as a green approached in her direction. Feeling with utter confidence that the hatchling was headed for her, she made the first move and stepped toward the newly hatching creature, however she stood rather stiffly and acted quite like a statue, even forgetting about her strand of hair that she had nearly twirled right out of her scalp. In return, the green completely ignored her presence and trampled right past her to the young woman that she had thought had stood much too closely to her.

Flushed in brilliant color with embarrassment the young woman, closed her blue eyes quite sure that everyone in the Stands had noticed her foolish movement and were very much so laughing at her person. She could just imagine their scornful and mocking looks, accompanied by their rather biting and harsh comments about her stupidity and over confidence. Shoulders sagging, Aoide's figure slumped forward quite noticeably as her mind whirled with possible insults and negative comments that were being circulated among the spectators. They would say that she was rash, stupid, a failure, and wost of all, unwanted. Unwanted. The worst thing anyone could ever say about anyone else.

The young woman bit her lip just thinking about the word and she mentally shut down, locking herself behind walls of steel and iron composite as she opened her senses to the hatching around her. The buzzing hum and it's climatic moment had arrives with the hatching of the Queen and Aoide nearly took a step backward when the angry creature moved toward the females. That was when she noticed that she was still a few steps ahead of the other girls, and felt the desire to move back among their ranks, however the mental shock that she had put on herself, immobilized her, making her a rather useless obstacle in the way of a raging gold.