Post Hatching
Mneoth Myrrh and mahogany fuse together across muzzle and headknobs, entwine about prominent eyeridges, and sweep all silk and sisal down the grand lengths of this broad and ponderous dragon. Lighter klah-brown erodes the sharp edges of his powerful neckridges before dissolving into the brooding layers of umber sweeping his belly and forelegs. His smooth, suave hide speckles to bronze across the rounded curves of his withers, as if momentarily blessed by the sun. Wingsails - wide and high - are cloaked in a marbling of black, gray, and fawn, to create a secretive cove of shadows and covert camouflage.Weyrling Barracks
The large covered entryways open into two immense U-shaped caverns that stretch back deep into the rock of the cliffside. Glow baskets lining the cavern walls cast a soft light dispelling the shadows and illuminating the home of all High Reaches weyrlings. Stone couches, some smaller for the greens and blues and some, for bronzes and the occasional gold, so large they have to be climbed into, rise up to loom over the walkways of well-packed dirt.
Along the walls nearest the entrances, shelves and pegs sport several sets of leathers and various books and tools needed when teaching and practicing; crates and supplies also take up residence in various nooks and crannies. Toward the back, a large, man-dug pool for use by the dragonets and their lifemates and several large containers kept full of fresh meat serve as conveniences for the busy residents of these barracks.
To the northeast, you see one person.
To the southwest, you see Niamhyth.
Snuggled in with the leather supplies and tools are nine firelizards.
Green Ayamizureth, bronze Nezdarvyth, bronze Farleth, green Issryuith, blue Qelketh, and blue Zylpheth are here.
You see Weyrling Progress Record, Dragon Wing, and Star Studded Sky here.
Hiza, Cris, and Kh'ryn are here.
X'ner comes out of Nezdarvyth's couch.
Kh'ryn comes back into the barracks to find Zylph has awaken. Of course, for some reason, he already knew this. "I'm just gonna have to get used to having someone else inside my head," he states aloud, moving over to the couch to wrap his arms around the tiny blue. "And yes, I know you're bored... but we'll get to adventuring soon enough, k?"
Sleep. Yay! It seems that the evil wrath of Nezdarvyth is quieted as the bronzy sleeps..unfortunately, his evil whims shall never be totally driven away. For..he sleeps..on Ner. Yes, the poor weyrling is trapped under the snoring dragonet, looking none-too-pleased.
Khena sits on the edge of Mneoth's couch, the head of the brown in her lap as she rubs his eyeridges. "Heya, Khor," she says, smiling to the former messenger as she sees Kh'ryn come back in. "Mneoth's still asleep. Can you believe it? He wakes up everytime I try to leave 'im, though.." The little dragonet wouldn't let her leave him alone in this big strange world.
Kh'ryn tilts his head so that he can see the others, and still not have to disattach from his hug. Nodding, he says, "Hmmph, which more than likely means that you haven't ate then, huh?" One arm undrapes from blue dragon, and he reaches into his pocket for a packet of dryed strips. Zylph, of course, sniffs at them, but he holds them aloft. "No no.. those arent' for you. You won't even be able to chew'em properly yet.." He tosses the sack over to Khena. "Here. It's not much.. but still.."
X'ner squirms and prods at bronzed hide. "Nez! Wakeuuuup. Get off!" Nez just snores louder. "Oh quit it, I know you're awake." He bounces a little. "C'mon I'm gonna lose feeling in my legs or something." A growl comes from the dragonet. "Yeah yeah. So?" Thbbbbt. Dragon moves, sitting up on his haunches, and glowers at his lifemate. Snort.
Khena smiles brightly at her friend's offering. "Thanks, Khor," she says, catching the sack, making Mneoth stirr in his sleep. "All I managed to get at the party was a few glasses of water..." Much needed water, but still. She could almost hear her stomach rumbling now. Grinning at X'ner, she stuff one of those dried strips. Travel food, she suddenly thinks, rejecting the thought the moment it enters her head. "No, it's okay, Mneoth. Nothing's wrong," she mutters, stroking the brown's headknobs. "You go back to sleep now."
Kh'ryn returns his right arm back around Zylph's neck. "No problem" he states, before turning his gaze to take in X'ner and Nez. "Ah come on Ner,.. He can't be all that heavy." Chuckle. But still, it must be like falling asleep with a large canine upon your legs, right? Though don't anyone dare call any of their dragons pups. Or even /resembling/ the animals, because there's no similarities. His blue, meanwhile, lifts his nuzzle to whuffle his blond/blue hair, and Khor's eyes go distant as mindspeak occurs. "No no.. I didn't mean you.. Honest!"
Khena chuckles lightly at Kh'ryn's comments to X'ner, her mouth half full of dried meat. "Whaddo mean 'you don't like it'?" Confusing mingles with disbelief in her eyes as she looks from Mneoth to the other weyrlings and back again. "He says he doesn't like the taste of dried meat...?"
Kh'ryn continues to snicker at X'ner, meanwhile trying to placate his dragon, telling him that, "No. You don't look anything like a canine! That's not what I meant when I thought that..." Yeesh, he's gonna have to learn how to curb his thoughts from this fellow. To Necha, Khor simply smiles. "Well, you do have to admit. It's rather blah when compared to the juicy stuff they're being fed." Better known as bloody scraps. Shudder.
Hiza comes out of Issryuith's couch. Issryuith comes out of Issryuith's couch.
Mneoth senses Zylpheth thinks <> Perhaps then he should find a few, to see what /they/ really look like up close. >>We MUST go exploring soon!<<
Khena grins at Kh'ryn, shaking her head as she rips of another bite, using her teeth. "Well, Mneoth, I'm hungry now.. Remember how hungry you were before? Just lemme have something to eat too," she pleads with the small brown, his eyes half open to regard his lifemate.
Mneoth thinks to you, >> I bespoke Zylpheth with: Mneoth thinks >> what are canines? I do not know what a canine looks like so how would I know if you look like one? <<
Hiza stumbles back off the couch again, chirruping, "It's just eat, sleep, drink.... and oil for the next few days, isn't it, sweets?" The green dragon rumbles in her alto-like tones, and Hiliza laughs, "I've told you before that I don't mind?" She pauses, looking around and beams, "Oh! Hi.. sorry.. I guess I'm so wrapped up in Iss that I didn't even notice you guys? Oh! 'Ne... wait, what does... he-Mneoth, thank you Iss, what does Mneoth call you?" Lopsided grin.
Bluerider shakes his head, glancing at Khena and wincing. "Sorry.. He's pretty loud right now, isn't he?" Not to mention opinionated. When the conversation betwen their two dragons continue, Kh'ryn simply stares. "Amazing," he whispers, forgetting about his own discussion, as he 'listens' in to Zylph's and Mneoth's instead. He gets torn away from that by Hiza's comment however, and blushes as though he's been caught doing something.. wrong. "Has Iss communicated with the others yet?" he asks her, or is it just his dragon who's just... overly social?
Mneoth senses Zylpheth thinks >> Kh'ryn gave me the image. See?<< A very hazy shape of some furry, four legged animal passes between the two of you. >>That doesn't look anything like me, now does it? <<
Issryuith
Storm-tossed jade sloops along the elegant arcs of this graceful dragonet, gliding in giddy waves of color that swirl silver to refined aqua along every slim and lissome contoured edge. Built sleight but strong, her fathoms deepen from the shimmering sterling nuzzling the inquisitive tip of her muzzle to the fey curves of her willfull, willowy tail. Each artistic neckridge is crested in sun-wrought gold, rising into filigrees of pale carrageenin that web and lighten the sea-deep green of wings whose mainsails flutter as wild and free as the life atwinkling in her jeweled gaze.
Issryuith is 2 days old.
She is 2 feet (0m) long, with a wingspan of 3 feet (1m).
Issryuith seems to be listening.
Mneoth senses that Issryuith answers the bluerider's lifemate, bespeaking in sleepy but slightly arrogant tones, >>Of course I've talked to the others. It's hard to ignore clutchmates. Much as I'd like to.<< A mental flickering of her tail, >>I just want it to be me and my Hiza.<<
Khena burst out in a laugh as the two dragons converse, "he didn't know what a canine was," she says, eyes danincing as she looks at Kh'ryn, grinning. "Oh, Hi'!" Turning to look at the weyrling as she speaks up Necha beams a smile at Hiza. "She's beautiful," she says, referring to Hiza's lifemate. "Mneoth calls me Khena," she continues, all of a sudden feeling very talkative.
Mneoth thinks to you, >> I bespoke Zylpheth with: Mneoth considers the image of a faded furry fourlegged thing, before answering in sleepy tones, >>you have no fur.. So how could you be a canine?<<
Hiza blinks and grins at Kh'ryn and as an answer says, "Um.. did you get that from. from... Oh.. Zlypheth?" Hiza crinkles up her nose to keep from bursting out in laughter at the thoughts she gets from Issryuith, and says, "Khena? I'm never going to remember that..Issryuith calls me Hiza. I wonder if everyone influenced her?" A pauses, "No, she just likes it." The former nanny giggles and says, in response to Khena's last comment, "Thank you. Your dragons are both very handsome... I'm so amazed to be here!"
Mneoth senses Zylpheth agrees. >>That's what I thought!<< Well, he certainly feels much better now, that's for sure!
Kh'ryn noddles sleepily. "Mmm.. Thing's get easier.. You'll see.." Already he's used to his new name, and his soft new pillow... *Snuggle* Pushing Zylph aside, the blond man joins the blue dragon on the couch. "Well, I think I'm going to rest now.." He turns his head to Zylph. "You think you can hush just for a little while?" At the reply, he nods his head and smiles. "Yes.. Same here.. And tomorrow is a whole new day."
Mneoth thinks to you, >> I bespoke Zylpheth with: Mneoth no longer cares. The image of any canines slip beneath the surface and he is ready to sleep again. >>If only she would think so loud!<< Rumble. <<
Mneoth senses that Issryuith bubbles in amusement. >>No. Even for a blue, you're not that ugly.<< Tone becomes more subdued, as she goes on, shifting to a softer color. >>What /is/ that thing? Gross. My lifemate had two small things sort of like that that she dragged in from the.. Ca-ni-di-da-te.. Bar-racks... they ran away when they saw me.<< A plaintive tone. >>Am I scarey? The little ones like me.<< Images of a fair of firelizards is transmitted.
Mneoth senses Zylpheth sleepily replies, >>You're not scarey Iss. Is she not scary Mneoth?<< But he doesn't catch the reply, as slowly, slumber overtake him as well as his lifemate. Soft snores soon follow.
Trying to hold back the yawn that's threatening to come out, Kh'ryn finally gives in and lets sleep take him where it may. 'Goodnight..' he mumbles.
Khena grins over at Kh'ryn as he settles down to sleep then gets something like an order from Mneoth to do the same. "You can't..." Catching herself, before saying 'order me about', she grins, giving off a sigh then curls up beside the brown, an apologetic look given to Hiza. "He wants me to sleep..."
You head into Mneoth's couch.