Sylvan Weyr

[Morgan]

((For those of you that are confused: The eggs still had a few days to go when they arrived at Sylvan. SO today, the day of the slightly late hatching feast, everyone is gathered to see a show. Still confused? Just read on and see how the whole thing is going to work! PS:N Carni's pixels! No stealing or anything if you did not Impress that flitter. Ask her about their use if you are unsure.))

On the night of the Hatching Feast, Ealer, Maroque, the juggler man, and the twins took to the stage before the diners. All were wearing mismatched clothes and all had faces painted stark white. The show was about to begin.

First, the old juggler came up, a gold that wasn’t the bright Luciferina following and fussing over him. At first, G’wain thought that he was holding the wooden balls used in his act, but instead he was holding two bright fire lizard eggs.

“You see,” Ealer explained, “we like to hand out eggs to the audience in between our acts. This also gives a little choice to whom the eggs are given. For the most part, fire lizards like Luciferina and Gestin’s gold Ivere act as Search dragons,”

G’wain looked, and indeed, Ivere left Gestin to sit patiently by Tirean, Ealer's daughter, and Gestin handed her an egg. It was the gray-brown, medium-sized Elephant Egg. It was rocking, so the eggs were probably chosen on readiness to hatch. G’wain had one more objection, however.

“What of the eggs that hatch during the show?”

Ealer seemed to be trying not to sound too smug. Well, they either go wild, or choose on their own.”

G’wain tried not to cry out in outrage when he saw the others of the troupe clustered around the nest. That was a pretty dirty trick, Gareth remarked, not as outraged as His but still suitably miffed. But G’wainMine, he is baiting you. Please don’t get into a fight.

G’wain sat back down, not looking at Ealer any more. He instead looked at Gestin, who had given a Holder who had managed to make it the the Feast his only other egg, the Tightrope Walker Egg. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the eggs to hatch so the show could get started.

The Tightrope Walker Egg hatched first, amongst the hums of every dragon and flitter in the Weyr (Paws even deigned to add his hum for a short while). It split open to reveal a dainty blue. It was so skinny, however, that G’wain had to look twice to make sure he was okay. He was alive, though, and knew where he was going. The blue walked right up to the holder as if pulled there be a string or gravity. The Elephant Egg took more time hatching. The flitter inside methodically chipped away at the shell. At first, it was hard to tell that the hatchling was making any progress, because it was the same brown as its shell. Soon enough, though, it rolled out, bulky for a brown and dusty gray-brown as his shell.

Now Gestin deemed it time to start (though G’wain couldn’t help noticing a few more eggs rocking steadily in the moving nest). Gestin started off with three bright wooden balls, but one by one a group of greens took them a way, and they were replaced with items that blues carried off from the tables: a piece of fruit, a wherry leg, a glass still half-full of wine, and finally an extremely sharp knife. The people clapped, and G’wain joined in. It would be best to ignore any and all transgressions. For now. The routine ended about five minutes later, when Gestin was juggling a total of ten objects (the balls had been returned to the air). He stopped juggling and caught all but the knife. Instead, Ivere snatched it out of the air and returned it to the table. She dropped it so that its point landed in the wood and the knife quivered ominously.

G'wain had a thought, though. Where was Ealer?

Elephant Brown Impressed to Tirean (Morgan)
Bulky is the word that immediately seems to describe the Elephant brown. He isn’t exactly chubby, but not all of his bulk is muscle. He is elongated and has lighter striped over his jaw line, like tusks. He is dusty brown.
Dependable, Slow, Wise



Tightrope Walker Blue Impressed to Darett (NPC)

[obeah]

Habit stood at the side of the assembled diners for a long time, rocking back and forth from booted foot to pegleg for a long time. It wasn't that she was shy--anything but, honestly. It was more that she was tired. In the four days since the Hatching, she had had a lot of questions asked of her, and not a lot of answers. She had theories, but she didn't have enough data to support any of them, and she desperately wanted to. Saroyan, usually the most dour member of the weyr's healers, had even prodded her to go to the feast, saying he would cover her watch. Reluctantly, she had agreed. She did want to support the new weyrlings, after all. They looked as if they might need it.

She rubbed the back of her neck, then sat down, straddling the bench at the rightmost side of the house, close to the stage. Then she swung her leg over to face the table, head still watching the troupe. Almost as soon as she'd settled herself, she stood to make sure the delicate, thin blue that Hatched first did not need any assistance. It seemed well enough, however, and she returned to her seat. As Ealer handed Tirean an egg, at the beckoning of the gold firelizard Ivere, Habit grinned. She had a soft spot for the fiery-haired girl, though she had no idea that Ealer was her father. When it cracked open, revealing a brown, she stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled a long call of success for the young girl.

The Weyrhealer folded her hands in front of her, waiting patiently for the show to begin. She didn't think she wanted a firelizard, honestly. She had never been the most cuddly person, and firelizards tended to need a lot of affection when first bonded. More pressingly, she didn't think she could handle Impression to something that wasn't a dragon. Not since the Hatching, when her daydreams had been ignited once more. It would just be too hard. At any rate, this troupe looked quite talented. She hoped she could relax enough to enjoy herself.

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Habit may have been off duty, but E'uan most certainly was on duty. From his post in the middle of the room, he looked like he was relaxing. Honestly, though, behind the lenses, his eyes were watching every weyrling in the room. You know, they are mature enough to take care of a dragon. Hatchlings choose those who are right, and that includes a modicum of ability to care for them, Cirdoth rumbled. E'uan rubbed the back of his head, displacing a few dreadlocks.

Yes, but they aren't all of dragonstock, he argued. His mind was obviously on Frostith and his... what was it, Finger? Cirdoth recognized this, but said nothing. They don't know exactly how much excess could affect their dragon yet, E'uan continued, breathing deeply to smell the cooking smells of the feast. Or the jealousy of Impression, he mumbled mentally as Ealer started handing out eggs. He'd always really wanted one. Cirdoth picked up on that as well, but said nothing, just lashed his tail against the ledge a little. The new colors may be even more susceptible to these things, he forewarned his brown.

Perhaps this troupe is conscientious enough to avoid disbursing eggs to four-day-young Weyrlings? Cirdoth remarked facetiously. Though E'uan couldn't see the brown, he glared for a moment, then rolled his eyes. A responsible performing troupe? he asked, amused. Then his eyes moved from his collection of weyrlings--where was Frostith and his, anyway?--to the eggs, as the first few began to hatch.

Sleeping, Elenuan. Napping curled up around each other, I believe, Cirdoth said approvingly. Not attempting to Impress a little chit of a lizard who will make Frostith incredibly jealous, he said with a hint of petulance. Oh, come now. You liked Ch'nai well enough when he and I were--That's different, Elenuanmine. Besides, that took nearly two Turns before I opened up to him, and you know that. E'uan grunted, shaking his head. Cirdoth did really enjoy anything E'uan liked. He'd see.

To distract himself, the assistant weyrlingmaster turned to the person next to him, and spoke before his aging eyes even figured out who it was. "Looks like a nice clutch, and a decent enough troupe, eh?"

[akusma]

Although she did love a party, and the celebration of her lovely Vesuviath was certainly worth the party, she wasn't quite having fun. Karla sighed and rested her head on her hands, staring dutifully up at the men in the really quite odd outfits. What were they again? Well, one was a juggler, she thought, and the others might have been some sort of performers. She had no idea. The whole evening had been uninteresting, and really it got to a certain point where she could not take the whispers about her dragon any longer! You'd think people could only say something so many times before they got bored - or at least until they came up with something new to say. It wasn't like half the room actually agreed with them anyway! Well...Maybe a little more then half the room agreed with them.

If you are not enjoying it, then leave, Karla, Vesuviath interrupted sleepily, her voice slurred slightly. Karla smiled to herself. 'You're supposed to be asleep! Go back to doing what you're told to do, love,' she tutted, setting her head a little more dreamily in her hands as she looked, without really seeing, at the troupe in front of her. She engrossed in thinking about Vesuviath was she, that she didn't even see them hand out two of the eggs before the juggling began. The knife that arrived after all sorts of objects made her sit up in her seat, staring with wide eyes as it went from one hand to the other with little effort on the man's part. Oh now that was utterly wonderful! Could she learn to do that? No doubt she'd think that about every act that came onto the stage, but it was the juggling that caught her attention for the moment.

[Kestrez]

Despite how much he would have liked to get as close as possible to the front of the room, F’ryn had settled for sitting a little off to the left at the end of one of the many tables set up in the Kitchens. Incarnath was half curled around the young man’s feet, head held up high enough so that he could watch the stage as well. The Brown had complained a bit about being woken up, but he was interested enough now that the show had actually started. F’ryn was enjoying himself; the Cothold that he had lived at had never really had any huge celebrations. Large crowd aside, he was content to be a part of it. Then there was the firelizard clutch. Childhood dreams do not die easily, and he still loved the little creatures. However, he had a feeling that it might be frowned upon if a brand new Weyrling tried to Impress a firelizard. Maybe the next clutch…Incarnath would be older then so it wouldn’t be a problem, right?

I don’t think I would mind. Incarnath offered, tilting his head at the two flits that had already Hatched. Would you teach one to do something like the ones that are with the performers? F’ryn smirked at that comment. Probably not catch knives…I always wondered how easy it would be to teach one to sing along with the violin. Incarnath seemed to ponder the idea before looking back to the stage. Maybe we will get an idea from the rest of the show.

Maybe. The redhead finished, shifting back to lean against the table behind him, waiting for the next act.

[Bookworm]

S'lin had eaten heartily during dinner, piling food onto his plate and gobbling it all down. He felt like he was eating for two. Seleniuth's hunger had left him starving. I'm probably going to regret this later, he thought ruefully, looking down at his now empty plate. Of course, Hershey had helped him a little. He knew he shouldn't let the flitt eat off of his plate, but he deserved some celebration too, and plus S'lin didn't want him to feel neglected now that he had a dragon to take care of.

He handed his plate off to a drudge, then looked around. He hadn't talked to anyone during the feast, but now he noticed the other weyrlings sitting around the table. At other tables, he also heard snippets of conversation about the strange new dragons. S'lin wondered how many questions he would have to answer in the coming sevendays about his "Sable" dragon.

He reached out to Seleniuth, and found the hatchling sound asleep. S'lin smiled fondly, feeling a warmth of affection as he thought about his dragon. Truth be told, he would rather go back to the barracks to be alone with Seleniuth, but he figured he should stay here a little longer. The show should be interesting, anyway.

His eyes widened as he watched the juggler add more and more objects. One of the blues darted over and snatched up his half-full glass of wine, carrying it to the juggler. "Hey!" S'lin laughed, impressed, while Hershey trilled at the quickly fleeing blue. The knife juggling was definitely a feat.

"Great show, isn't it?" He said offhandedly to Karla when the first act was finished.

((F'reln is also there, watching. I'll add him soon!))

[Eyota]

(Post to go here later when I have time. R'hit and Indigolith are here, though.)

[Morgan]

In the basket, teh eggs were still rocking, and before any of the troupe could react, the Sea Lion Egg started cracking down the middle. After his act was over, Gestin had moved toward the basket, obviously intending to pick up another few eggs for his queen to hand out. Unfortunately, the egg hatched first. The emerged brown looked around, looked at Gestin, and clung tightly to his shirt. Amongst outcries of dismay, Maroque stepped up.

"He Impressed it, fair and square. No one can do anything about it now, anyway. If the lovely ladies here," he gestured toward Luciferina and Ivere, "don't mind, I will continue handing out eggs. Up next are the dancing twins, Misha and Lara!" There were only two girls in hte group, and they were identical: the same thick, glossy hair, the same narrow dark eyes, and hte same slim build. They were wearing dresses in the same pattern, though the colors were different. They had been limbering up since hte start of the last act.

Maroque started wheeling the cart, and neither queen objected. The first person they both agreed on was a brownrider (Luciferina had overruled Ivere's suggestion of a couple of drudges before this), so Maroque picked out the most active of the eggs, the Strongman Egg, and handed it to E'uan. Another young woman, not to far away, got the Dove Egg, and the Magician Egg given to a bluerider.

The next person was a bit of a bother, and a point of contention between the two golds. She already had a fire lizard, and a young dragon besides, but in the end she received the Tumbler Egg. Before the egg cart could be returned to its original position, another Weyrling got the Knifethrower Egg, much to Maroque's disappointment.

At first, it looked like none of the eggs were going to hatch, and Misha and Lara took thier invisible marks in front of the audience. However, the Strongman hatchling decided to take some initiative and hatched in an explosion of shell, looking up at E'uan happily. That thing would feed him, surely!

Tirean, with her new flitter (whom she decided to name "Slartibartfast"), had spotted Habit at last and come over to talk to. The feast was boring! She much rather would have spent her time learning about Healing some more. She liked that idea very much! So did Bart, because, even though he was half-asleep, he started humming noticeably when she drew nearer to the Healer. Then Tirean noticed the egg.

"Congratulations, Miss Habit! I think it might be-"

She was cut off when the small green snout poked through a hole made by the Dove hatchling, and the shouts of joy from the blue rider as his blue hatched as well. The Dove green stayed in her shell a while longer before finally emerging and pricking Habit's had slightly. The message was clear enough: Food?

When the Tumbler Egg hatched, revealing another green that promptly and miraculously entangled herself in Karla's hair, the Knifethrower Egg was the only one that remained unhatched. Seeing this, Maroque gave Misha and Lara the signal to start. Ealer still had not returned.

Misha and Lara both carried long, sturdy wands of wood, with fine, lithe and beautiful ribbons attached to the end of each. One of the musicians started to play a small drum with sharp staccatos and they started to dance, slowly at first, with the ribbons simply trailing along. As the music increased in speed and complexity, so did the movement of the ribbons. By the time the music was over, both women were breathless and the ribbon patterns so intricate it seemed as if they would soon become intertwined. Miraculously, however, by the time the dance ended with a synchronous flourish, the ribbons returned placidly to their original, long, flawless place. Misha and Lara bowed smugly.

Sea Lion Brown

Impressed to Gestin (NPC)

Strongman Blue

Impressed to E’uan (obeah)
The Strongman blue is well muscled and pretty big because of it. He has more stamina than regular blues, but chances are he’ll never win a queen’s flight. Over all those muscles, he is a neutral shade of blue.
Absent-Minded, Ethical, Trustworthy

Dove Green

Impressed to Habit (obeah)
The Dove green is tiny and pale. She is a queen in miniature, but less demanding. She is elegant and can turn on a dime.
Sensitive, Shy, Sophisticated

Magician Blue

Impressed to H’din (NPC)

Tumbler Green

Impressed to Karla (akusma)
The Tumbler green is even more agile than her Acrobat sibling. She is tiny, plain, and dark green. She is impossibly happy about it, and everyone will know it.
Ditzy, Empathetic, Outgoing

[Kura]

Hurry up, Mine, an egotistical voice drawled. M'joldnir fought back a frown, barely glancing over at the burly Bronze as he strutted his way down the wide hall, wings pinioned tightly at his sides, barrel chest thrust out in front of him, square-jawed head tilted back so that he could survey others beneath him. In sharp contrast, Milk was draped subserviently across M'joldnir's shoulders, for once quite healthy and awake, bright eyes glistening with a pastel swirl of greens and blues. His own small, delicate hum was added to the larger picture, his lilting tune echoing in M'joldnir's ear. The boy was quiet, though, even as Bronze strode imperiously ahead, the picture of an obstinate child, his short, thick tail snapping from side to side. Looking impatient, the Bronze glanced back at his, eyes narrowing, a spark of fiery orange dancing like a stirred ember through his eyes. Don't be lazy, Mine, he snarled coldly, talons clicking ominously on the stone floor. M'joldnir didn't reply, merely returning the fire-filled glare with his own cold, emotionless one. A few seconds later Citreth turned away, looking disgruntled and more than a bit put off. It hadn't taken M'joldnir long to figure out that his dragon got quite temperamental when he was hungry, and he was quite hungry if his attitude was anything to go by.

They were late, but they still came in unnoticed, even despite Citreth's best efforts to draw attention to his golden-bronze hide. Sulking slightly, Citreth bulled his way over to the buffet, immediately digging his face ungracefully into a bowl of meat, attempting to gobble down as much as possible in a short time. M'joldnir, on the other hand, wandered over only to pick at a piece of light, freshly baked bread and grab a handful of tender tidbits for Milk, which he fed without seemingly meaning to, eyes wandering the crowd with sharp intent. It wasn't hard to pick out the troubadours, and his nose wrinkled in disgust as they pranced about in garish costumes and brightly-painted faces, the scum of society in the guise of entertainment. Attempting to look his most menacing and failing, M'joldnir stayed on the fringes of the crowd, his angelic face metamorphosised into a contemptuous sneer, one hand curled protectively over Milk, even while Citreth did a fine job of becoming the posterchild for gluttony behind him. With a disgustingly meaty and wet-sounding belch, the Bronze left his meal and wandered over to His, staring curiously at the troupe.

Why aren't you colorful like that, Mine? he asked sharply, head whipping around to stare at His, a critical eye examining M'joldnir's slight form. It would make you look more interesting. Maybe attract a female, he continued blithely, pausing to pick a chunk of gristle out of his teeth with his talons. Come to think of it, I haven't seen you take any interest in girls. Why is that, hmmm? Do you like guys? The question, asked innocently enough even despite Citreth's more than slightly condescending tone, practically caused M'joldnir to whip around and smack his dragon. As it was, the boy only went stiffer, one hand straying to grip his most constant companion, his ornate dagger, at his side, hidden by voluminous amounts of clothe. Citreth had already lost track of the conversation, though, and was staring at the hatched flitters and eggs curiously. I want one, Mine, he grunted bluntly, gesturing with his head to the fluttering hatchlings. You have one, even if it is a sickly whelp. Why shouldn't I?

[Bookworm]

F'reln stood off to the side, watching as the troupe handed out the flitt eggs. He wasn't sure if he approved of weyrlings Impressing flitts, but it seemed like the troupe would do whatever they pleased. He smiled as the hatchlings Impressed. Baby flitts really were cute.

Soon his attention was stolen by the two young women and their ribbon twirling routine. The girls were talented as well as pretty. Maybe he would talk to one of them later, especially if she didn't notice he was a greenrider.

((Sorry it's so short, I'm working on a paper and don't have much time.))

[Kestrez]

While Incarnath was content to close his eyes and doze until the troupe’s next act started, F’ryn was obviously more interested in the firelizards. The troupe seemed to be handing them out somewhat randomly; as long as the two Gold flits with them agreed on the lucky person. The Weyrling’s eyes followed the cart steadily as it traveled around those gathered at the tables, and they immediately lit up when he was actually handed an egg. Incarnath was instantly alert once more, and he lifted his head to peer at the silvery shell. See. You still had a chance. The Brown said, almost smugly.

F’ryn was too preoccupied by the egg in his hands. Even as the others that had been handed out Hatched he kept a close watch on the one he had been given, although he couldn’t help but smirk when Karla Impressed a second Green. The one he had didn’t look to be moving as much as the others at the moment. Would being held affect the firelizard inside? He shook his head as the music for the next act started to play. The performance the two women put on was distracting for a few minutes, thankfully. He had to be patient. Hopefully it would pay off.

[Bojangles]

Credit should be given where credit was due, and Marli had to admit that Sugilith was quite the patient soul. The mauve dragon had quietly waited while Marli saw that her canines were confined and she had dressed and done her hair. The end result had Marli's long blond hair falling loose around her face and she was dressed in a flowing moss green skirt and white sleeveless top. She was far from being a mess, but perhaps she could have dressed more smartly. Not that she was concerned with what someone else thought. The mauve weyrling was comfortable and this was how she preferred to dress, so that was how she would turn out for the feast. Sugilith's pinkish purple hide gleamed with a fresh coat of oil. Earlier the dragon had been scrubbed and Marli's efforts had the mauve dragon looking fantastic.

Once both were ready, they joined the festivities of the evening. There was a feast in honor of those dragons who had broken shell and named Pern's newest riders, a blessing Marli was thrilled to be a part of. But there was more than just a feast, there was a performing troupe which proved to be highly entertaining. As if that alone weren't exciting enough, they had brought firelizards! Marli gasped when she realized that they were hatching. She craned and tried to get a closer view, but her small stature was working against her and that proved difficult.

"Ugh, I hate being short!" the girl exclaimed.

What's wrong Marli? What's going on?

"There are fire-lizards hatching Sugilith," she said. "I'd love to have one. They're downright useful sometimes and listen far better than Fire does I expect!"

Why don't you get one then?

"It's not that easy. It's not like you see fire-lizard eggs every day, for one. And two, I can hardly get close enough to see! Let alone actually get one..."

Having said that, Marli climbed up onto a chair to get a better view at the very least. Sugilith was curious as well and rose onto her hind legs, placing her forepaws against Marli's legs for balance.

[akusma]

Karla sighed in a altogether too dreamy fashion for a simple juggling act. Oh, now she would love to be able to do that! How long were they staying? Maybe he'd teah her! Or she could teach herself. It didn't seem that hard. It was just throwing a ball in the air and catching it with the other hand. Simple. Right? She'd have to start on two things at once - socks maybe? - and add in more and more before starting on heavier objects...like fruit! If she could, she'd ask the man if he'd teach her, if not she'd teach herself! It was a wonderful plan! It just had to be put into motion, which might be easier said then done - Oh! Who was he? Karla turned to face the Weyrling next to her, frowning slightly as she tried desperately to recall his name and dragon...It was a new one, right? Sable? The dark one...Yes! Sable! So he was S'lin!

"It is, isn't it! I'd love to be able to do that," she chirped, sitting up a little straighter as she talked to him, smiling brightly. "You ride the Sable, right? Do you mind me calling him that? It's just the name's sort of stuck. What is his name?" This was a topid she was interested in a little more then the juggler. Oooh, what was he like? Was he anything like Vesuviath? It would be slightly odd if he was, but nice all the same. He was the first ever Sable! Which was something to be ever so proud of, no matter what the rest of the Weyr said. And it was going to be jolly exciting finding things out about them all.

She almost missed Maroque handing her the Tumbler Egg, so excited she was about S'lin's dragon. But she hastily took it, smiling brightly at him as she chirped a hello, nodding softly to the two Gold's before staring at the egg in her hands. Oooooh! She hadn't expected one! She had her own flitter, dear Darya was still sleeping somewhere, and a dragon! But it was wonderful all the same! What colour would it be? Blue? Or Green? She doubted it'd be a larger colour, the egg was too small! When it hatched, Karla was wonderfully excited to see a Green - darker then Darya - though what happened next was perhaps not so exciting.

"Oh, now come on! This is not friendly behaviour! Get off of my hair, get off of hair. Come on, I'll count to three but that's all your getting. Okay? One...Two...Three...I'll get Darya to get you off, and you won't like that, now, will you? Will you? There's a good girl!" Karla chirped, half having a conversation with herself, and half trying to actually get the little Green off her hair. In truth, she doubted Darya would wake up to do anything to the Green, she wouldn't do anything to the Green even when awake. Karla hummed as she pulled the Green down, holding her tightly as she reached to find a spare meat roll she'd had on a plate a while ago to give to her. "Well! Aren't you an agile little thing? We'd better give you a name little gem...Trinket! It's all I can think of, so it'll have to do. That okay girl?" Trinket chirped happily as she get her teeth into the 'roll, humming. Now Karla had two little darlings!

[Stormecho]

Raya arrived late for the performance, it seemed - she arrived just when a pair of girls had finished quite the intricate dance with ribbons. She knew that the troupe was performing for the weyrlings, and the feast itself had been to honour them as well, so she had absented herself, not wanting to be reminded of her mother. However, the excited talk of the performance itself, and the rumour that they were handing out flitts drew her back - though she personally doubted the truth about handing out firelizard eggs. A bit disappointed - she liked watching others dance - the girl seated herself... only to find that she was too short to see much. Frowning, she didn't bother straining herself to try and get a good glimpse of what was going on - at least, not until she spotted a girl, with a mauve dragon beside her, with the same problem of height.

She copied the other's actions, eventually standing on her own chair and feeling uneasy - what if she was blocking someone else's view? And besides, it was far too easy to see her now. Raya hated drawing attention to herself, especially when surrounded by this general mood of joy and happiness. Her own presence didn't fit in - she was both a newcomer and still grieving, which contrasted sharply with the general gaiety of the feast and the performance.

Still, at least she could see now - and she contented herself with watching and waiting for the next act, though she hoped there would be some more dancing of some sort. Though she believed herself too awkward and short to properly dance, watching others go through motions almost as effortless as flight was always fun, and even uplifting.

[Carni]

((I wished I could avoid this, but due Morgans disappearance, I have to hatch the babies now. I will only give you their pixels and descriptions, hoping that we can still continue this nice little plot when Morgan returns.
Please give me a name for your flitter as soon as you can either via pm or simply a character profile for the little creature.))


Ringmaster Bronze

Impressed to F'reln (Bookworm)
This bronze is a real beauty. He is large, and slightly bulkier than most bronzes, but he makes up for it with his color. He is a burnished and extremely ostentatious bronze. His presence is and always will be the focus of anyone in whichever room he is in.
Assertive, Perspective, Witty


Fire Breather Bronze

Impressed to R'hit (Eyota)
The Fire Breather bronze is a medium sized brinze, who has a build more wiry than most. His hide is a typical bronze color that lightens slightly than shades to almost black at his muzzle, legs, wings, and tail.
Daring, Freewheeling, Stubborn




Clown Green #1
Impressed to M'joldnir (Kura)
The first Clown green is very light and pale. Get her on a light enough surface and she disappears. Like her twin, she is compact and tiny.
Courageous, Dynamic, Silly

Clown Green #2
Impressed to M'joldnir (Kura)
The second Clown green is also small. She is dark green, almost black, and there is no mistaking her for her twin. Like her twin, she is compact and tiny.
Malevolent, Shy, Volatile


Human Cannonball Green

Impressed to Marli (Bojangles)
This girl is rounded like the Juggler Blue. She is constantly on the move, crashing into things like a grey-green blur that she is. Her movement when she is tired (which is a rare occurence) is feminine and surprisingly graceful. She is of medium size for a green.
Dynamic, Flirty, Freewheeling


Knife Thrower Bronze

Impressed to F'ryn (Kestrez)
The Knife Thrower Bronze is impressively large. His features are angular and he has pronounced musculature. His coloration is a light platinumish bronze that draws attention. He will bear any scar he gets with pride.
Aggressive, Competitive, Wicked


Stilt Walker Brown

Impressed to Raya (Stormecho)
The Stilt Walker brown is big, but, like its egg, this is only because it is tall at the shoulder. Otherwise, its length and wingspan are the same as any average brown’s. This may make him a little ungainly in flight. He is a lighter brown, with darker, random squiggles on his hide.



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((Silly Lyf can tell me either one of the following: Acrobat, Contortionist, Juggler, Liger, Tigon - or let me randomize one of those ^^ I'll hatch that baby together with the remaining ones in my next post.
You may answer through a normal post but please remember that there are acts in between and some of the unhatched eggs will go to the Troupe during the acts.
I'm sorry it's slightly chaotic here.))

[Carni]

Tigon Blue

Impressed to Esleren (Lyfling)
The Tigon blue is tiny for a blue, as the Liger green is big for a green. He doesn’t let this stop him though, and he is a pretty shade of cornflower blue, with some striping a shade darker. He eats as much as a regular blue does, too.
Flirty, Goofy, Independent


Liger Green

Impressed to Serinja (NPC/adoptable)
The Liger green is HUGE for a green, at least the size of a blue. Healers will say that it was a problem with a growth-inhibitor gene, but most just think that she hatched that way. It doesn’t seem to matter to her, though. She is a uniform green color with a dark ring around her neck.
Demanding, Flirty, Haughty


Acrobat Blue

Impressed to Lara (NPC)



Contortionist Brown

Impressed to Misha (NPC)



Juggler Blue

Impressed to Maroque (NPC)


((And last but not least...))


Horse Green

Impressed to Bronze Citreth (Kura)
The Horse green is leggy and elegant, as fine as the highest-bred runner. She is pretty too, not just her conformation but her hide. It is warm green, with darker spotting.
Ditzy, Finicky, Proud

[Lyfling]

Esleren hadn't been expecting to get anything out of this night. She hadn't even arrived on time! Hunger was what finally drove her from her penance in the infirmary and it was hungry that now found her at the Feast. Others might be enjoying the time spent among the Harpers, friends, and the troubadours, but Eslie was here for one thing and one thing only. She made sure to sit in a corner and avoid any and all eye contact, choosing isolation rather than company for the time being. As with most plans, this one was bound to go awry. Keiona was not content to make a small appearance. She wanted to see and sniff and run around like the young canine she still was. Her human just needed a little prodding. Movement caught the female's eye and she ambled towards the troupe, eager to discover what all the commotion was about.

Essie, upon realizing the wanderings of her companion, stood up to call her darling back. There was no sense in causing a scene, however, and she was feeling in a much better mood after having eaten. Might as well go check things out, right? She could always slip away. Then again, how long had it been since there had been a Feast, let alone one celebrating a Hatching? Perhaps she should take full advantage of this while it lasted. With that thought in mind, Eslie trailed after Keiona and came to a halt beside the growing canine after having cut a way through the crowd. Their acts brought a smile and (after a wherry-brained trick) laughter. She clapped her hands along with the rest of the crowd. It seemed several lucky members were being handed objects which quickly turned out to be eggs. It looked to be at random, really, and a good tactic at keeping the mob of revelers growing. People would be anxious to get their hands on a flitter egg, after all.

And suddenly, one of those precious globes was thrust into her own palms. It was shaking, shaking, shaking- crack. The spiderweb of hairline fractures split into a thousand little pieces, revealing a tiny Blue. He seemed a little thing but was creeling with the lungs of a creature twice his size. A cool head won out over the shock and Esleren smiled, determined to never have another repeat of what happened on the Sands. "Alright, already! I'll get you some food. Just calm down, alright little guy?"

[Kestrez]

F’ryn’s worries about why the egg he had been given did not Hatch right away were put to an end rather quickly and suddenly. Incarnath leaned in close just as the shell flew apart, as if the firelizard inside had really already broken through the prison and had only been waiting for the right moment to enter the world. Incarnath pulled his head away quickly as bits of shell managed to stick to his snout, causing him to look away and raise a forepaw in an attempt to get rid of the slime. F’ryn would have helped the Brown, but the instant creeling that erupted from the firelizard now resting in his hands distracted him. The Weyrling was certainly surprised to see a Bronze; he had not even considered a Bronze or Gold being in the egg. The little flit was handsome and clearly would be large when he reached his adult size. His hide was an interesting color as well. F’ryn was sure it would look wonderful in full sunlight.

A sharp pain on his right thumb shattered his observations, and he almost unclasped his hands in surprise. The Bronze was securely latched to his finger, still somehow creeling at the same time. F’ryn let out a soft hiss of pain even as he looked behind him and caught the eye of a drudge who was already carrying a bowl of raw meat to one of the others who had been given a firelizard egg. Thankfully the lad got the message and paused in front of the Weyrling, and F’ryn quickly shifted the Bronze to one hand and grabbed a handful. Finally letting go of the redhead’s finger the firelizard immediately attacked the small pile of raw meat, hissing at Incarnath when the Brown raised his head to get a closer look at their new companion. Did he hurt you? Incarnath asked quietly, eyeing the firelizard as if it would leap at him too. No. He’s just…hungry. F’ryn replied, although he was surprised how quickly the Bronze had asserted his demands.

Incarnath snorted as if he did not agree with the assumption, and the firelizard fanned his wings out and stared at the young dragon as if he was trying to steal his meal. F’ryn merely rolled his eyes.“Be nice...Kaj.” He whispered, smirking when the flit stared at him but slowly tucked his wings to his sides once more. F’ryn had a feeling he would have his hands full for a while.

[Stormecho]

Raya blinked as one of the Troupe passed her a large egg. She handled it carefully, biting her lip as it rocked and shook, hairline cracks forming in the perfect shell before the brown pushed its way out, peeping rather thinly. She quickly obtained some meat and fed the flitt as it climbed out of the shattered remains of its egg, while the girl took this opportunity to look it over.

"You're... big." she said, at a loss as to what to say as the brown chirped and nibbled on a piece of a meatroll. "Only tall, though. Your wings look around the same as another brown..." Her inspection was interrupted by the brown creeling for more food and looking up at her inquisitively, and she obligingly gave him the food he asked for. "A name... You need a name, don't you?" An affirmative trill, and she tried to think of something suitable.

"Krilik." she said at length, unable to think of anything else. The brown chirped again, eyes whirling green, and she got a slight feeling of pleasure and intense hunger - so she fed him more of the meat, feeling a tad happier than when she had arrived to see the troupe perform.