Glider Hatching (open to all)

[kyra]

Look! Look! Another one is hatching Imanith said excitingly. Her eyes gazed down at the glider as it stepped out with her egg mostly intact. Zyika laughed slightly as the hatchling seemed to be trying to smooth out its fur. "Why is her egg blue? Well why is everyone's egg a different color?" She asked as she looked over at Pala curiously. Mine, the hatchling thing is looking at you. I think it wants food? It must want food look at all the others, their eating.


Zyika looked at the Glider who was looking at her as if expecting something. "W-What does she want?" Zyika asked before looking at everyone else that wanted food. "Oh.." Zyika grabbed a piece of fruit and bit a smaller piece off. She looked at the expecting glider and held her hand out with the smaller piece of fruit inside. Zyika was very much unsure why the hatchling was choosing her, but she wasn't going to argue at the moment.

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Pala smiled, "She's a moon glider, she's essentially like a gold from what I can tell."

The young moon glider hopped into her hand and picked up the fruit. Unlike her siblings though her eyes were already showing the tell-tale signs of Impression and she sent Zyika a mental image of her clean before hunger took over and she took a more reserved bite of her food than the others had.

-Moon Glider Hatchling-
This little queen has silvery gray hide and white fur. The tips of her ears are black and her tail has a black ring around the end. Her tail seems to be more slender than the others as well. She moves like a queen, dignified and graceful.

She is very much a neat freak, going so far as to try to straighten herself out before she even looked for food. When she eats she does so daintily so as not to make a mess. She's likely to straighten out anything she can lift with her ability as well, especially if it's in wherever she deems as 'her' area.

[Alyx]

(ooc: Sorry for the delay)

V’ktor was wary, watching the little black creature as it chomped down on the bit of fruit. He found it a little funny that he was frightened of something so small when the hatching of his own dragon hadn’t managed that… still, maybe it was part of the unknown, the little Glider something he had never encountered. Still… it was sorta cute. Like a little fuzzy watchwher with an attitude.

As the eggs near him erupted, spilling more little furred forms into the world, V’ktor seemed to get the vibe from the little creature. Stepping forward, the boy cupped his hand slightly, watching as the Glider tumbled over his fingertips and into the bell of his palm in a rush. ‘Does this mean we get to keep him?’ Shamath’s wedged head lifted to look at the Glider with one faceted eye, interest overflowing in his voice. V’ktor grinned, shaking his head softly. “Yea… I guess it does.” ‘What will you call him?’ “Oh.. um….” The thought hadn’t really crossed his mind.

Rolling the thought in his mind, he watched as K'nar fed the grey that had followed his little black into the world, and then L’en took the next. It was almost like a secret little impression between the new Weyrlings; V’ktor hoped this wouldn’t get them in trouble. The differences between the three already out were amazing, L’en’s orange standing out in stark contrast to the Grey and Black that had come before it. Absentmindedly, V’ktor took a second bite of the fruit and caught the bit between fingers, offering it to the little Black boy in his palm.

The Glider took the bit, munching on it a little less violently then the first he hand been offered. But in a moment, the bit was dropped – the little creature moving another V’ktor’s fingers to peer at the Moon Glider as she picked her way to Zyika. V’ktor couldn’t help the smile – Zyika needed something to help keep her green busy; maybe the Moon Glider would be helpful?

‘Name him yet?’ Shamath prodded. V’ktor looked back at his dragon and sighed. “No? You have any ideas?” Shamath tilted his head, gaze settling on V’ktor’s face. ‘How about Grumpy?’ V’ktor gave a laugh and shook his head. “We are not calling him Grumpy, Shamath.” ‘Come up with something better then?’ V’ktor gave the dragon at his hip an exasperated sigh. “Okay, fine… um…. How about… Moxxen?”

The brown turned his attention to the Glider in his bonded’s palm for a moment, then bobbed his head. ‘I like it.’ “Alright then…. Moxxen it is.”

[A'dion]

Zevranth peered to his lifemate, who had sprawled on his and Talaria's furs after begging forgiveness from the woman for nearly a day. She'd eventually pecked his lips and forgiven him, but she'd still not let him cuddle her. As such, the currently pantsless Bronze rider was looking rather unceremonial in nothing but underthings and drool on his cheek.

The bronze rumbled with draconic laughter, before slowly moving his tail in ... and poking A'dion square in the rear with it,

"TALARIA DON'T TOUCH ME THE-- .... Shards, Zevranth."

The eggs are hatching, O Uniformed One. I'd like to have a small furry thing attaching itself to your face whenever you get out of line.

"You're such an ass..." He muttered, before leaving his Weyrmate a note, bathing and dressing, then going to the cavern to see the eggs. Maybe he'd get one.

The Weyrleader struck an imposing 6'4'' figure, broad shouldered and well-muscled. Standing at the back of the crowd, he would lean against a wall and simply watch while Zevranth went to find his own mate.

Landing next to Orlaith, the coppery bronze would croon his praises to his Queen,

Beautiful Orlaith, radiant as the sun. May I bask in your glory, my lovely Queen? He crooned, arching his neck around to rub his muzzle against her own.

[[ Epic fail post. Forgive my lack of actually BEING here. Don't hate me too much. ]]

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The egg with the cream smudge on it shook again suddenly, rolling off into it's fatter brother, both cracking at the same time. The one from the cream smudged egg was white with a cream tip to his tail, although the way he was sprawled over his brother you couldn't really see his hide color. The fat baby glider shoved his brother off of him, chattering angrily as he rolled over with some difficulty, his brown hide rippling with the effort.

The white one seemed to decide to help fix the problem he had unintentionally caused and nudged his brother until he was right side up, plain cream fur showing in all of it's glory. His lighter brother looked up at those around him, the tan hide patch on his forehead showing as he speculated what these strange things were.

Meanwhile his brother had wandered off, he'd had enough of this nonsense. He waddled past those gathered around the sands as Pala watched in surprise. The paper said that some might prefer to live in the wild, but she wasn't sure this fat little thing would survive more than a day out there. Still... what could she do? She looked up, spotting the Weyrleader with some surprise, and tossed him an apple, "Feed him, he's not going to survive by himself in the wild!"

Kumath nudged her and Pala turned around to see the white ground glider sitting in front of her as if waiting patiently for something.

My dear shouldn't you feed him?

"Oh!" Pala quickly bit another small chunk off her own fruit and handed the piece to the young one in front of her. The baby ground took the fruit with a very human nod and began eating as if savoring each bite.

His brother on the other hand seemed to have found a raised bit in the stone and had stumbled. Stuck once more on his back he rolled back and forth to try and right himself, confounded baby fat!

[A'dion]

A'dion acked as the apple came at him, and he caught it in his hands. Blinking to the woman, he then looked to the round Glider ... and had to chuckle. Tipsy hissed warningly from around his shoulders, and he flicked her red nose,

"Oh stop it. There's no need to be jealous." Reaching over, he would help the Glider right itself before taking a small knife and slicing a quarter from the apple and handing it to the little creature, "There ya go, little fella. Any better?" He grinned cheekily, focused on the creature before him.