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Keepers of the Sun & Stars; Aesulla Hatching
Topic Started: Feb 20 2017, 02:56 PM (11,599 Views)
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Her brother had almost died, not just injured or hurt, but had almost left forever. What really scared her was that it hadn't taken much to push him to collapse. She had hardly slept since the event and the agonizing hours he had been under intensive care till he was stabilized, and since that had happened she had hardly moved from his bedside. She was given leave from classes seeing as they were mostly filled with review and given notes from classmates could help keep Ahmduers mind busy reviewing together. The notes helped keep her from going insane thinking about her brother as well though recently the hatching did not hold much if any excitement for her. She did not care if she bonded or not, she just wanted to be with her brother and make sure he would be fine. A wish that seemed to become more difficult every day.

She had been catching a few fitful moments of rest in a corner of his room when voices began to wander through her mind. She paid no heed to them, nurses and doctors were always about muttering and whispering among themselves that it had become white noise that she blocked. But after a moment she began to notice a difference in the way these voices sounded, for one they did not seem to belong to anything that would be in the hospital or even this world. Looking around suddenly alert for danger she could see no difference in the hospital room. The song in her mind did not desist so she figured something must be going on somewhere else in the hospital. She shifted her weight around to get more comfortable and thought about trying to doze off when a nurse quietly approached her telling her she had been summoned to the Hatchery, the hatching had begun.

Her brother could not go though. She was torn for only half a moment before making her decision. She told the nurse would stay here hatching be damned. It had not been her lifelong dream to bond to a dragon, indeed her people had only recently rejoined the world of Humans, Elves and Dragons. They had come to experience it and now her brother was in intensive care. She did not want to leave him for one and two she knew it would be even more unfair for her to leave him and go herself. So here she would be.
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Rurik getting up and heading to the grounds and finding Teagan and Idazon.

The blaring light of the alarm only seemed to caste it’s haunting glow to the nightmare that plagued him. It was, however, far more tamer than the ones right after the touching event, but that still didn’t comfort the boy. The shadowy tendrils had suddenly turned into arms, reaching out and grasping at him pulling him up up up to the voice that spoke gently in his mind. There was a sense of urgency. Something was going on. He fitfully tossed and turned before the knock on the door nearly startled him into a shout. Blankets flew to the floor and he scrambled to his feet. What….. He stared at the alarm and realized very quickly. They had been trained for this. The Hatching. The hatching was happening now? He thought they had weeks away before the event.

Of course, he knew nothing of how long it took for them to develop or when or how they decided. It all went over his head in certain respects. But he didn’t have long to dawdle here and stare. The voice in his head was soon accompanied by a hatching assistant and before he could wonder about the other odd voice that had woken him, He was being ushered out in his pj’s. He didn’t want to be late. He slipped into his shoes, His flannel pants with various automobiles keeping whatever warmth probably wasn’t allowed, but the hatching attendants didn’t seem to care. At least he had the forethought of grabbing the top of half of his candidate uniform. Slipping into his own slippers, he opened the door blearily. With a small bag of a tablet, and some other odds and ends to tinker with, he closed the door behind him. It was still dark, Flashlights moved or waited, indicating that assistants were leading groups of candidates or waiting for a larger one. He tried to tame his hair, but the red-orange hair wasn’t to be tamed easily. He would have needed water.

He joined a group, looking around for his sister, a small sense of panic lurking in his stomach. Was she ok? He checked in with her as often as he could, but he also didn’t want to seem smothering. Besides, she had also been spending time with Idazon a lot recently, which was perfectly fine. Teagan needed friends, needed to spend time with others than only with him--of course, it completely flew over his head any other implication between the two and probably wouldn’t notice it until it was pointed out to him directly in one form or another. Subtlety wasn’t his strong suit, but he did what he could.

The walk to the grounds felt like eternity, but there wasn’t anything short to bore the young male. As soon as they got to the grand entrance, Rurik knew something was far different. The heavens were far more revealing and celestial beings looked down on them. No lights were turned on, and they were led out onto the large blanket that made for their seating arrangements. Of course, Rurik hadn’t ever seen anything remotely like this, or heard about. It was a far cry from the hatching in Nondir, and he could only gaze upwards in a speechless wonder. Who or what were they? Were they here to look after all the hatchlings. For a moment, he stood there, before his concentration was broken by someone bumping into him and gruffly saying for him to pay attention. He was...well. No. He had gotten caught up in trying to take in everything at once. But now he had been brought back into the present.

No need to stand here any longer, he should go find his sister. Surely by now she had entered the sands and had found a good spot for them to wait. He carefully started to make his way through the canopy when he stopped. A hatchling! A hatchling was approaching the blanket, stopping a moment at the royalty before heading to the others. He paused, his eyes watching the flowing mane as the baby moved. Even if it wasn’t his, Rurik was entranced by the lovely soul and genuinely felt happy for the girl who had bonded to the wyrmling. Perhaps he could go congratulate them later. Waiting a bit more, he noted that no one else had decided to hatch so he continued on. It wouldn’t be hard for the young boy to find his sister among the sands and pretty soon he found her, And with Idazon. Rurik didn’t mind at all, that they had company and Idazon was good company. Hopefully the prince considered Rurik a friend as well, but if not, it was at least nice to know him.

Carefully, he placed his bag down next to his sister and carefully sat down, rubbing at his eyes again, trying to get the sleep out of them. There were soft rings around his eyes, but whether they were from fitful nights of sleep or just because it was so early in the morning, it was hard to tell. Rurik had half the mind to curl up right there and fall back asleep, but that would be in poor taste, he was sure. So he sat.

“‘Morning Teagan.” He gave a slight bow to the centaur. “G’morning Sir Idazon.” There wasn’t much else to say, it was too early for much conversation, though he would do his best to try and keep up with one should they start one up, but with it so early, Rurik doubted that they would be willing to say much of anything. But that was alright, with care he checked his bag to make sure that he had everything to keep him occupied. He briefly lamented that he hadn’t brought a blanket or jacket, as the cool air sent goosebumps down his arms. Hopefully, more hatchlings would find their way out into the world. Maybe he would bond! He hoped his sister would also find a bond here as well, but something in the back of his mind told him that she didn’t really expect to. But who knew? There would always be a surprise, but hopefully it wouldn’t be as rough as the nondir graduation had been, but that had been at the end. The hatching itself had been interesting. But for now, he would have to wait and see.

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One would think, with all the technologically superior gadgets in Aesulla, that the local Titan would have speaker-non-interfering, internal headphones. He had one of those two things. While the hatching was going on, somewhere deep inside his armor, he was half paying attention. It was early, and these things took forever. At least his suit was made to look like he was watching studiously. The other half of his attention was listening to some very familiar music. What he didn't realize, is that when a certain other Titan zipped off, the electric workings inside his suit changed...Just slightly. A setting for 'internal' and 'external' sound emission got switched, and suddenly, out of the speakers high overhead, and playing over the jumbo screen audio, was suddenly techno-music. Very loud. He didn't actually realize it was playing for everyone else, at least until Illirian slowly turned his head to stare at him. Ciosa had looked to him, and pointed at Terminus. Illirian cracked his knuckles and 'gently' swatted the other Titan, who looked very confused, before going dead still, and realized the error.

It was not, however, turned off, which he seemed to be having trouble doing. The songs began to blip and switch to catchier and more techy music, making Terminus throw his hands up In confusion, though he suspiciously stared at the Tech egg in his nest, though as far as he could tell, it was not responsible...This time.

Meanwhile, at the nest of Carpathian & Izanami...

Things were definitely happening in Iza's nest. The disk-shaped egg was sputtering and spinning now and then, like a CD-ROM, flashing glows and multi-hued LED's on the surface shining in time with the music being played, until, at last, the spinning and shaking stopped. Neat seams appeared along the metal plates, and simply folded up and around, a hissing ZIIIIIIP, HREEEEEEEEE! Noise like a drill or something inside spinning extremely fast, the two halves of the egg instead began to spin in opposite directions, forcing the egg to shoot upwards on its side, and spin furiously again, the music increasing in tempo and beat the more it seemed to struggle- Until these sides stopped rotating, and instead, shot straight up into the air, two wide beams of digital light shooting outwards in bright neon orange and bright neon blue.

The outer shell itself seemed to split down the middle on the other side as well, folding outward into four wings, and two dragons who were fused together, twins who were...a little more than close to eachother, as they were fused singularly back to back. Their domed heads and necks rose up and arched backwards to rest on one another, the disks on their spines lighting up in two colors as they seemed to rapidly be communicating with one another, text and pictures and symbols flying across their screened faces until they seemed to orient themselves, a wing folding backwards here, another this way, a tail-blade extending in another. Each object carefully calculated at a precise angle- Before light-blades shot out of them. Instantly there was an electric CRACK and sparks as the two were separated, the crystal disks on their spines lighting up brighter than ever. They had begun to fall back down, but their wings flared outward and they leveled out, soaring around one another in ever more complicated twists and turns, bodies mechanical. And then there was light, music resonating deep within them, wide walls of light flaring out from their wings and tails, images flaring from these digital walls of light, at first gridlike and seeming like music-mixers, dancing to the beat...

Until suddenly the picture and audio changed to old-world human memes, starting with bands of rainbows and a catchy tune, a pixelated image of nyan-cat, stars and rainbows was suddenly spiraling around the grounds following the two dragons. Eventually they cut the light show and landed, letting the music drop off as they both shifted form and stood there in humanoid form, choosing instead to dance a bit, images flashing on their screens. Clearly neither one of them cared to pay any attention to the candidates as they rocked out to their own tunes, meandering off near the candidates to do..whatever else they were going to do. Most of the dragons looked very puzzled at them. Obviously they were gonna be punks or something when they grew up.

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Thalron was still pretty new to... Well... Everything. Basically, but he was a somewhat fast learner when it came to things that interested him. Songs, and sound were one thing that always seemed to capture his attention, and he was an expert at mimicking others... To an almost creepy level at times. So, of course when the song started up he quickly joined in, but he was also one of the first to drop off as things calmed down and candidates started to come in. His position up near the titans was rather... Variable, as he wandered around to whichever nest seemed to need attention in the area, that could be helped by his elements. He kept size small for the most part, except during the song.

He was walking down towards where Lysander and some people with food were, when he felt... Something... Weird... He shifted to his human form, and found a buzzing phone. It popped up with a text from Ahmduer, who he had noticed hadn't arrived yet. He thought it was just because the centaur was slow, but as he squinted at the words... It sounded like... He needed a ride to the hatching! At least, that was the gist of it. He fiddled with the phone for a minute before it read the text out loud to him. Oh. Hmm... He could help!

He looked over in time to see a misty dragon hatch and head into the candidates already, that was quick! It was pretty and wispy, and he got a nice feeling from it as it approached a candidate on the sands. It was probably a good one, he decided. He was about to take off right when the music started blaring and he stared at Terminus for a moment, though he quickly found what the real source of it was. He liked them! They apparently liked some of the same things he did, like the poptart-cat thing. He listened to that for nearly three days straight one time until Lagrange destroyed the speaker in the room.

Hmm... He opened his phone again and looked at the text, he felt bad that Ahmduer had already missed three hatchlings! He seemed to buzz slightly, sparks forming over him before a streak of lightning shot across the surface of the sands, zipping around, over, and under things in its way as it shot out the door of the hatchery and over the streets of Aesulla. Street lights flickered as the bolt of energy passed by them, but as he approached the hospital it winked out of existence and the teenage looking human form of the dragon materialized in its place... And nearly crashed into the window.

He stopped just barely in time, floating outside of it like some strange peter-pan figure as he looked in and spotted Ahmduer. The centaurs bed was right up against the window so he could see the outside world. The storm raged outside mostly obscuring Thalron's human form within it, but whatever shadowy outline could be seen lowered a bit and grew darker as he touched the window. The window was made of glass, but the window frame was made out of metal. his eyes glowed softly. -Touch the window frame Ahmduer.- came the titans voice in the others mind, then his finger trailed down the glass to the metal part.

As soon as Ahmduer touched the metal frame, there was a bright flash of light like a bolt of lightning had entered the room, but it had not. Instead, there was just an empty bed, and the screech of the monitoring machines which were suddenly disconnected from the patient. There was a dark outline on the bed more or less in Ahmduers shape, which steam slowly rose from but no other sign that he'd ever been present. Outside the window, there was a rapidly fading trail of light heading back to the hatchery.

It was a bit unfortunate that Azarahl was doing such a good job of being out of the way, as Thalron had completely missed her presence in the room... Otherwise he probably would have brought her along as well.

Hardly seconds later a bolt of lightning shot into the hatchery, lighting up the place as it arched over the nesting grounds and then slammed into the earth among the candidates. No energy sparked off or hit anyone standing around, but there was a little bit of glass on what had been sand where the two beings were standing. One frail looking centaur, probably with a couple medical bandages on here or there, and a teenage human with nearly golden hair... Which was sparking ever so slightly.

"We made it!" He said with a grin. Mission accomplished.


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Well. That was... unexpected. He couldn't claim to know Teagan very well from the few months of training and events, but he liked to think he was able to spot behavior that was different from the norm that she presented. This was uncertainty, this was doubt and a lack of self-worth that he did not recall ever seeing from this particular candidate. Teagan was brash and unabashed about who she was and what she did; to see this sort of submission to fate was wholly unexpected and more than a little surprising. Whether it was on purpose or by accident was up for debate, but he wasn't going to just let it slide unanswered. So, without preamble or invitation he dropped down next to her and crossed his legs.

"Both of my parents are riders, did you know?" It was an odd, non-sequitur question because how was Teagan to know that prior to Marcus telling her? That didn't stop him from continuing, his gaze roaming aimlessly out across the numerous dragon eggs that dotted the grounds. "I'm a military brat, born and raised. Been dragon crazy since I was a kid, so I signed up to be a candidate as soon as I was old enough. I've stood at every hatching except the ones in Nondir because--" He gestured in the vague direction of where Vicarous was seated with the other dignitaries. "--fuck that guy. I could be the poster boy for dragonriders and yet here I am, still without a dragon.

"You dragged yourself out of hell." Marcus turned to look at her finally, his eyes briefly flicking past Teagan to where Rurik now sat on the other side of her. It was impossible to miss the lengths that Teagan went to for her little brother, or the patient way she cared for him that seemed to conflict with the usual facade she presented to others. "I don't know a whole lot about you or what you went through, but I know what things can be like in Nondir. You gave up everything you knew so he might have a better life than you had. Whatever else you might have had to do to keep the two of you afloat? Well, we can only do so much with what we're given and what we know at the time, and there's not a human, elf, or dragon who can rightfully judge you for that."

He turned away again. Marcus hadn't anticipated having to give a pep talk so early into the hatching event, and certainly not to someone like Teagan. She didn't seem the type to need or appreciate his input on the matter, and he was fully prepared to take whatever scalding, scathing retort she might decide to throw his way. Still, he had the gall to flash her another lopsided grin and even leaned over to give her a light nudge with his shoulder.

"Besides, there's always the next hatching, right?" Marcus was looking out across the sands again, both in an effort to give Teagan some modicum of privacy and to do his actual job. "Just because you don't bond the first time doesn't mean you won't bond at all. Should be in Etharius, if everything goes as it's supposed to."
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Waiting around was difficult. Maksim had never really been the patient sort: He grew easily frustrated when he didn’t understand something, and more so when something he wanted was hopelessly out of his reach. He was a young elf who’d been used to achieving all that he hoped for early in life when his desires and passions had been focused on music. Music came as easily as breathing for him, and though he certainly had to work at his craft to continue to improve, he understood how to do it. Generally, improvement came quickly and his hard work paid off in meaningful, obvious ways. This was not the way of being a Candidate, however. His body was certainly stronger now than what it’d been when he arrived, but he felt that was hardly a fair payoff for the work and time he’d put into his placement. If he wanted to get trim, he could have hired a private trainer instead of listening to Marcus bark.

He knew, of course, that none of these hatchlings owed him anything. They were their own people and he couldn’t change them to suit himself. Frustrating, especially when none of the eggs near him appeared to be in any rush to hatch. He could hear the sounds of eggs hatching farther down in the enclosure, and some of the wyrmlings even made their way to where his group of Candidates were sitting, but most of the sound (for the most part) came from Terminus’ music. Rude.

He stuck his legs out in front of him and turned to Zemal to comment on such when Mistof appeared abruptly in front of them. He yelped softly, and lightly reached out almost as if to swat the dragon for startling him. He drew his hand back quickly, however. He didn’t want to be whistled at again.

The dragon was evidently here to deliver something to Zemal, which was no surprise. Maksim grinned to himself as the dragon handed something over to his friend, though he had to admit there was a pang of jealously he couldn't quite place. Of course the Empress would want to send something to Zemal, right? Even if they were estranged, he was still her son, and this was still an important day. He glanced away. The moment felt private, and he didn’t want to intrude. It was easier to focus on Mistof as the dragon spoke to him, and his grin widened.

“Mesi has a nose for troublemakers,” He winked. “He probably had you sorted the second you walked in.” Still, he had to hope his tragendire hadn’t done any lasting damage. Thankfully, it appeared that Mistof was fine. Those solar beams were lethal.

His tablet dinged just as they were treated to an impromptu light show. One of the eggs near them appeared to be hatching in a spectacular sort of way, and Maksim leaned forward eagerly where he sat to watch and listen. He tapped his fingers along ot the beat of the music, eyes transfixed, heart racing. Musical dragons, both of them. He laughed softly in delight as the show came to its conclusion, but his face fell as the two paired off (was that even possible? Did dragons bond to each other?) and wandered closer toward them. They didn’t appear to be searching, either. No partners for them, then. His heart dropped into his stomach.

He belatedly glanced down at his tablet, and quickly opened a message from Mistof. They’d been chatting back and forth for most of the Hatching so far. He’d met the dragon recently, and while he hadn’t exactly expected more than an evening of fun, the friendship was pleasant. He strummed his fingers against his jaw as he leaned over to tap out a message with his free hand. ”Why? Don’t like techno?” He teased, but did reach for his violin case. Playing music was better than sitting and feeling sorry for himself, after all.

He sat a bit straighter as he tuned the instrument, the butt of it tucked up under his chin. He lowered his eyes as he considered his options. What to play? He knew a few formal songs, including one typically played at an Elven naming ceremony. This wasn’t the exact sort of thing, but it was close enough.

He drew his bow across the strings for the opening tune, and exhaled slowly and softly. As much as he assured others he didn’t care for his craft, he had to privately admit that it felt good to play. While the song started out sweet and light (and absolutely correct), it didn’t stay that way. His mind drifted, and so, too, did his music. It sped up, and while it stayed within the spirit of the original tune, he elaborated and expanded it, included soaring, shivering highs and an exciting tempo. He hummed to himself as he played, tongue between his teeth as he sawed away, temporarily lost to everything but the song.


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Lysander smiled softly when Yggdrasil turned her head slightly to regard him. He didn’t mean to distract her; This was her day, after all. She was likely to be just as excited as he was to see her eggs hatch, and taking her attention away from that felt selfish. Still, he couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke one hand along her muzzle as she inclined her head. He was so used to seeing her in her more human form now that it was easy to forget how grand her size was when she was not so... Compact. Her warmth breath washed over him in a wave, and he smiled as he breathed in deeply, leaned forward to touch his forehead against her snout before she curled her neck away from him again. He longed to be down with her, feeling what she felt as the Hatching took place around them. Still, simply being here was an opportunity he never believed he would have.

Hatchings usually requested more experienced priests to be in attendance. There were many things to do, after all, and while there were certainly more priests than himself here today (and throughout the Hatching season), he had rather fallen into the role of the primary practitioner. Honestly, he would be glad when the Season was over. He’d have more time to himself, and there would be less strain, less worry that he was going to do something wrong. Lysander was very forigivng of mistakes (both his own and other people’s), but Hatchings were a different sort of beast. They were widely televised and of utmost importance. If something went wrong on his end, then...

He didn’t have very long to worry about mistakes, however. The Hatching was quickly reaching its finale, and once complete, he would be relieved of his duties. The entire event was usually drawn out over an entire day: Some eggs took much longer to hatch than others. There were records, even, of large hatchings taking several days to complete. He wouldn’t mind that, really. His seat was soft and comfortable, and he certainly had enough things to occupy himself while he watched. For a man who spent most of his childhood in a hospital bed, he had no trouble keeping himself busy while also remaining physically idle. For now, he was busy on a laptop, lightly tapping away at the keyboard. He’d taken photographs of many of the texts Yggdrasil had shown him, and he occupied himself now by writing down his observations and musings on the material.

It was fascinating, of course. He doubted any of the people sitting near him would be as interested as he was, however, and so he kept quietly to himself. He didn’t interject into any conversations, and instead worked quietly. A small lap desk was brought over at his polite request, and with the desk over his lap he was able to rest his computer while also peering around it to watch as dragons began to emerge from their eggs, each more delightful than the last. The first dragon to hatch, however, had been seared into his mind. How lovely she’d been, how elegant! He doodled a small picture of her in the margin of his handwritten notes, neatly taken and expertly organized into highlighted sections.

“Everything seems to be going smoothly,” He finally chirped, his comment directed to the Empress sitting beside him. She’d said barely a word during the entire Hatching, and he was determined to get something out of her. He knew she mourned the loss of her husband, and while he was obviously no replacement, he could at least keep her engaged in conversation. If she couldn’t have her husband, he might offer to be her friend. “Yggdrasil laid impressively,” He continued lightly. “She seems to think one of her eggs is destined for your son. That seems fitting,” He happily commented. “You must be proud.”


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When she took the camera down from her eyes, she saw with delight that Aloran had made it and was settling down beside her. Though she'd not wanted to approach anyone else due to her overwhelming excitement, she did appreciate the peaceful calm that surrounded her friend, and he was a most welcome distraction. She took the hand on her shoulder and gave it a grateful squeeze while smiling up at him.

"I'm trying to keep calm," she admitted to him. "But it's hard. I almost forgot to photograph the first hatchling!" She thought for a moment before continuing on. "In case I forget, good luck today. And if I you're one of the lucky ones, and I don't get to you, congratulations in advance."

She meant every word of it and there was no touch of sarcasm or jealousy in her voice. She genuinely hoped that her friend bonded this day, though she of course hoped she did too. Some of the other candidates she saw as competition for those very few eggs, but Aloran was not one of them. She could perhaps see some friendly competition between herself and say, Maksim, but definitely not the centaur at her side.

Her attention was turned to the commotion going on at one of the nests, and she raised her camera to chronicle it. To say that the two dragons who had just hatched were a bit odd was an understatement. Though in a somewhat fun kind of way, she supposed. She couldn't help but smile as she watched the two, though her heart sank a little when she noticed they weren't paying any mind to the candidates. That could only mean one thing: They weren't going to bond. When meant two candidates, not one, who were going to be left on the sand.

As disappointing a thought as that was, she couldn't help but still be amused by the odd pair. After a few more photos, she looked back at the companion at her side. "It seems to already be starting off with some flair. I'm interested to see what exactly happens from here on out."
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Aloran took some time to settle himself. The sand beneath the tarp was at least accommodating to a centaur in the way it shifted and molded around his legs, providing some relief to his joints. Lying down for an extended period of time was never easy for a centaur, but sitting was awkward. He’d stretch his legs in a little while, but he was content to stay and visit with Vee for the time being.

He hadn’t really expected to make many friends of the people he visited during his time in Asuella. To Aloran, this visit was purely business. You didn’t enter into a partnership without knowing something of your partner, after all. He was here to understand and to gain knowledge, not to cozy up. It wasn’t, however, that he had anything against the humans and elves he met. He was simply private, content to keep his own company. The others he was with didn’t seem to have that problem. He saw them regularly with the other Candidates, and this pleased him. Youngsters always seemed to have a good idea of how to get along when their elders did not. The relationships they made here would set a good example for what to expect from their human and elven allies.

He digressed. He enjoyed Vee’s company in a way he hadn’t expected to. She was thoughtful and creative, two aspects he truly enjoyed. He expected that she might bond to a dragon equally as intelligent, something which appeared plucked from a dream. He wished that for her, but held no such hopes for himself. He bowed his head politely in response to her well wishes, a slight smile on his lips.

“I would be surprised if you did not walk away from here today with a dragon beside you,” He assured her. “I may not know much about how dragons bond,” He admitted, “But you seem to have the right qualities. You will make a fine rider,” He assured her. “Of this, I have no doubt. As for myself,” he sighed, albeit not sadly. “I’ve enjoyed my time here. It has been enlightening, if nothing else, but I long for home. I will be glad to return when all of this is over.”

He turned his attention to her camera. He was eager to see what sort of pictures she was able to take here in the dark, although the antics of the last two dragons’ hatching likely provided ample light for some interesting photographs. The paired dragons were a touch unsettling, in his opinion. He knew, of course, that Technology dragons existed, but had never seen one up close before coming to Asuella. They felt almost unnatural[, as if they didn’t quite belong. These two were not technology dragons, of course, but they certainly looked the part. He shifted slightly as they passed him by and did not make eye contact. He doubted they would have anything to converse about, anyway.

“I wonder,” He mused aloud, “If some dragons might not photograph at all. Spirit dragons, perhaps?”



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It was bad enough that the Hatching complex was so dark, save for the delightful display high above them. He was just beginning to feel settled, taking a moment to breathe, when quite out of nowhere, he felt the weight of /something/ on his rear, and tiny grasping claws. If he'd been paying attention, he would have realized it was a friend of his- but in his nervous state, he panicked, rearing up and letting out a yelp-scream that only grew when a crack of lightning flashed near him. Hir cry had turned into an embarrassingly terrified whinney, at which point he bolted, doing a quick spin in a tight circle before dashing off in the direction Teagan had gone, though he skidded to a halt, realizing he was about to end up stepping on someone if he didn't cool it, so he tried to regain his composure as he inched his way over to where she, Rurik, and Marcus were seated, his tail lashing, forgetting it was in a decently fresh tight braid- he felt it whack something on him and he twisted around to squint in the dark at whatever was there, making out just the basic shape of something on him. Was that....Oh. Now he felt like an idiot.

Ahmduer

The young Prince Centaur had only waited a little while before Thalron appeared. The distance between himself and the window was quite short, but even so, it made him sore to lift himself up the short way to sitting up, before he reached out with his hand to touch the window's metal rim. It had really surprised him to see the titan in human form, hovering like a fairytale character, but he wasn't about to complain. As soon as they appeared in the hatching grounds, though, his hooves felt his full weight for the first time in,...Well, a long time. He swayed dangerously on his thin legs before correcting himself, soreness spreading through his chest. He was still wearing the hospital blanket-gown he'd been put in, too. Oh well. He looked around in the dark, and folded his ears back at the loud music that was only just starting to fade as the two Sonic dragons landed and stopped their noise, a kind of silence following. "I think I see my Uncle Ida over there, but I don't see my sister...Maybe we should go ask if he's seen her?" he asked, with all the innocence of a young kid. "I wonder if Rhoan is here...It'd be nice to see her again, too..." he added, wringing his hands a little shyly before he took some wobbly steps over to where he thought he saw Ida, glancing back to see if Thal was coming, too.

Cue the spotlight

The crack of lancing lightning seemed to silence the noise in the entire hatching ground, save of course, for the sound of music being played by a candidate, which seemed to carry and even echo through the grounds as the audience and even nesting dragons paused in chatter to listen. Of those listening, a few of the titans were peering at the man, ears perked to the tune.

While attention was drawn away from nests, even the wyrmlings in their eggs had stopped whatever struggling they were putting up, listening. The mental whispers among them carried to one another, stirring them into wakefulness. Of the eggs so inspired, a scarlet egg was stirring. The wyrmling within held its talons to its lovely shell, the sharp hooks carefully, methodically poking holes, little by little. It seemed to have a strategy for escape and knew that making an entrance and first impressions were key in the long run to many people. Today was special! It wanted everything to be perfectly executed.

So, for long minutes, over the next half hour, (long enough that the elf playing had probably stopped to take a break) the dragon worked carefully at the egg, until it felt ready. With a deep breath of the air seeping in from the top of the egg, it slowly unfolded its wings, neatly splitting the egg into several artistically cut pieces- The golden harp upon the shell sliding down to the sand as a wine-burgundy and red dragon fanned its wings, letting them dry, and picked up the harp, holding it close, before touching it to its tail-tip, where it seemed to fuse and become part of the dragon.

It was about then that the Fire dragon realized the lights were out- That no one but its parents had seen, save those who were good at squinting. But no matter, all was well. It had not been entirely ready, anyway. For several minutes, it flapped its wings, preened its scales, and shook itself down, preparing for its next move. It closed its eyes and asked a rookery-sibling for a small favor.

In the darkness of the grounds, in the silence that seems to fall before something spectacular happens, the building of anticipation was welling. All at once, a single, bright light fell down from the heavens above- Or, more realistically, a single spotlight, one that had been installed up there when a different candidate had held a concert.

The light spilled forth over the brightly colored dragon's body, glints of golden sparkle shimmered off of it, and the details of its elaborate body became clear- It was mirrored on the giant TV screen (And live broadcast across the continent!). Intricate lacings of gold, silver, black metal and white gold wove into and through the dragon, sparsly at first upon its face, growing more and more intricate down the length of its tail until it reached a chaotic melding that ended in a great harplike instrument, the dragons wings were fannded out, and it held itself still- and had been motionless for moments now, a bow in hand, its ring-horned head bowed. The majority of its wings were strings, with five rounded, almost feather-shaped sails, capturing the light and cascading it about.

Suddenly, the dragon moved, her tail whipping around , the wide flat panels at the harp-like tail's sides rested on the wyrmling's shoulder, the bow came down and it began to play. Oh, how it played. The song began low, calm and beautiful, the strings singing sharp, clear melody- Until suddenly it broke away from the classical and snapped into speeding tones, arm whipping back and forth, making the strings bend to its will as a song ripped through the air, a desperate song that told of hope and joy, of beginnings and endings, life and death and life again. There were sad notes and happy notes, notes that held and lowered, wavering like weeping and hurt, overtones of hope and comfort stepping in, and soon, deep, fiery notes began to echo out of it almost as if the dragon had dropped into bass with violin overtones, flashes of red and pillars of light rising around it. Suddenly, a great white light spread out and through the wyrmling, from the ground beneath it and upwards as it held a note. The last note whispering into nothing as the white hot flames turned orange and red and blue and gold, swirling like a vortex...And suddenly the flames were gone, and with it, the dragon.

Sparkles of red and gold swirled around the candidates and began to settle, whirling in the sand, revealing the dragon once more, who was, once again, still and unmoving, but now, standing more or less upright, but bowed down, a performance finished, wings outstretched. There was applause, slow at first, but building, whistles rent the air and dragons crooned in delight of the music they had heard.

But the dragon had eyes only for one person, the performance had never been for everyone. It had been for one candidate alone that had felt her heart and filled it with music the likes it had never felt before.

She stood, still as a ruby carved statue with gold inlay, breathing hard, bright and deep blue-violet eyes meeting his. And then she moved, dropping onto all fours, the bow, she hooked into the gold inlay on her shoulder. She stepped up to him, bravely and confidently, resting her forehead upon his chest, eyes closing in understanding. There was a deep and utterly ageless song here, an ancient soul that had found its place, its home in a welcoming heart. But a heart that hurt, but beat with music that echoed in every fiber of his being. When she again moved, she pressed her muzzle to his brow before stepping back.

"My dear Maksim, the music is all around us. All you have to do...Is listen. It is within all of us, since the whisper of the stars to the last beating heart. I am once more at your side, I am Bolero. May our song never end." As she spoke, she dipped her head. Upon her forehead was a ruby and gold crystal, mirrored upon his chest.

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The notion that he might somehow bond to a behemoth infant dragon was enough to make Zemal snort in a most unroyal fashion. It was nice, having this sort of privacy with Ramahendra and his usual entourage of guards not allowed on the sands. True, there were people in the stands watching with more filing in by the minute, and cameras were floating around every which way to capture every moment of the action. Unless someone had a pair of binoculars or a camera got right in his face, though, there was a certain degree of anonymity afforded to him as just another white clad candidate among the milling hundreds waiting to see if they might bond.

"I smell?" Zemal scoffed in a feigned show of righteous indignation. The dragon that passed them by was a beautiful one by any estimation, but she held no real interest for him. It was always premature to assume that one was destined for a certain dragon, but he couldn't help but glance over to where the Life egg sat nestled next to Yggdrasil before he continued with his light-hearted teasing. "I am a Prince, and princes do not smell. Maybe it was you. Are you sure you didn't, you know..." He lowered his voice a bit and leaned closer to Maksim. "Maybe accidentally bond to one of your dragon friends when you lot were doing the do?"

He leaned back with a grin before Maksim was able to retaliate. The appearance of Mistofelees interrupted any further shenanigans, Zemal's smile fading slowly as he accepted the package the dragon offered to him. He wasn't expecting anything, and if Mistof was hand delivering the message then there was really only one person it could be from. There was a faint sense of trepidation curling in his chest as he slowly opened the envelope, pulling out a folded letter and a small, finely carved wooden box.

The letter was old, the parchment stiff but not quite brittle from the passage of time. Zemal unfolded it slowly, his thumb tracing down along the edge as he forced himself to examine it before truly reading the words neatly printed on its surface. For a moment he couldn't breathe, struck not for the first time by an abrupt sense of otherness, of being outside of himself and experiencing an event from afar. This letter was for Prince Zemal, beloved son of Alistiana, and he was... he was just Desneth.

Except he wasn't, not anymore. Zemal was jolted back into himself when he numbly set the letter in his lap and opened the small box that had come with it. A small card fell out of it and on top of the other letter, but he was far too shocked by the pendant that was nestled within the soft velvet inside of the case to notice at first. Even without the confirmation given in the letter, Zemal knew that the amulet was old. It was well cared for in spite of its age, but to think that this had once belonged to Alistiana, she who was bonded to the first mortal daughter of the Celestial, who had lived for such a span of time that the consideration of it left him feeling numb.

He picked up the fallen note almost as an afterthought and had to try and read it three times before the words got through to him. Zemal said nothing for a long moment, oblivious to the hatching of the twin dragons, before he finally seemed to make up his mind about something.

"Pardon me a moment, Maks," he said to his friend, patting the other elf on the knee before he rose to his feet and walked the long distance over to the divided boxes where Alistiana and the other nobles were seated. The guards seemed surprised by his approach but made no effort to stop him; he was the Crown Prince, after all, and there was nothing forbidding him from visiting with the others of his rank and station. He mounted the stairs easily, the gate leading into her seating box opened for him so that he was able to step inside and approach the Empress. Formalities dictated that he ought to bow, to show the proper respect, but... this was not formal. It felt wrong to couch it in the layers of propriety that often dictated his life now, especially with the open sincerity and honest plea that Alistiana had extended to him.

So instead he slowly lowered himself onto the cushion adjacent to where she sat, grateful that she was the only one present in this particular box. It afforded them a small bit of privacy, for which he was grateful as he set both letters and the case containing the amulet on the table before them.

"My Lady," he began uncertainly, not sure what to say or how to even start. "There are no words sufficient enough to thank you for this token, but..." Zemal paused as he turned his full attention to Alistiana, noting not for the first time how tired and frail she appeared. "Are you sure you wish me to have it? It is truly a gift beyond measure, but I am not sure that I am deserving enough to wear this."
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The music may have died down on the overhead speakers but around the twins it still thumped on their colors pulsing and fading with the beat as they danced together in their humanoid forms seemingly oblivious to everyone else. After a few minutes as if by some hidden cue the dancing stopped and the displays on their helmets began to flash, the images blinking by so quickly hardly anything would be able to pick out certain images much less make sense of what was being said.

(^▽^) (ノ≧ڡ≦) ( ^ _ ^)o自自o(^_^ )

With that they moved off to the side where the first hatched wyrmling and her rider were at. Torrent looked at the spirit for a moment before changing his colors to match Misuto, his body black and his colors a stark white. She seemed very interesting and so very different from himself and his brother, where she was ethereal and wispy they were very much mechanical. As he passed them his display lit up.

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Before moving on to one of the food workers. It seemed the dragon was not inclined to speak or type actual words as so far various images and emotes was all that had been used to communicate so far. He looked over all the options available displaying another image on his face. Though as further images flashed across Torrent’s face he began to realize that not everyone could understand him as Proxy did. He had put an order in for Green Shrimp Curry but all he received in response was a confused look. He tried again a little slower but to no avail. Finally he gave up not wanting to literally spell it out, all the panels on his body showing a single plea of desperation. The exasperated worker took that as permission to give whatever and handed a pizza over. Accepting the box he opened it and his colors instantly changed from the white to rainbows of happiness. Truly this was the most amazing thing he had ever smelled in his thus far short life. Surely the chef knew what his soul really needed and his display reflected that.

He showed Proxy the glory that had been handed to him as a seam appeared below the display on his head. His face split in two and suddenly a mouth appeared which he promptly shoved the pizza slice into.

\(◎o◎)/ ᕕ[ ᓀ ڡ ᓂ ]ㄏ─∈ 🍕

By the time the next egg was ready to hatch he was quite satisfied and no longer felt the pangs of hunger that came with hatching as was satisfied to just watch as a spotlight lit up the darkness and settled on a fiery gold wyrmling. The stringed instrument piqued his interest and his colors flashed excitedly as she began to play his own music dieing down to better listen to the bow glide over the strings. Part way through he couldn't help himself and though it was quiet and only audible to those around him he began to add to her music, putting his own touch to the classical instrument but not drowning it out. The flashy ending was just what he liked and added his own clapping to the applause that followed as she found her bonded.

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It was late in the evening when Rhoan could hear the commotion from the hatchery. The event was just about to begin, and candidates were sure to be filing in excitedly. She remembered her hatching, where she met Rui, and smiled slightly. Rui purred underneath her as they flew in the shadows towards the hospital, away from the hatchery and crowd. What are you smiling about, hmm? Plumes of his fur rippled in the air as they traveled, mystical and as mesmerizing as ever.

"Oh, just thinking about the day we met, at OUR hatching." Rhoan rolled over onto her back, resting on the large back of the dragon. "I'm sad Ahm has to miss this hatching, but I figure we won't have any issues sneaking in to go see him. And you can keep on the lookout for an angry hatchling should one hatch for him!" She smiled, patting the back of the dragon. Indeed. I'd have hated to be separate from you when I emerged, I hope sincerely Ahm does not get a dragon here, and maybe back home, where it's a little easier for him and the dragon as well. Rhoan hadn't thought about it that way, but perhaps that was best for him to be away? She wasn't sure.

She hadn't really thought about much since he'd been sick. She visited him daily and called him her biotic buddy, now that he had metal inside of him too. It was a very stressful time for Rhoan, as she didn't want to lose her best friend, but almost did. Focusing on how to keep Ahm preoccupied during the hatching, she threw away the past thoughts and hummed to herself as the hospital came into view. A crack of lightning illuminated the sky momentarily before streaking and landing at the hatchery. Putting two and two together, Rhoan figured Thalron had taken Ahm to the hatchery. Why else would such travel be needed? Besides, the dragon owed Ahm quite a bit at this point.

"They're going towards the hatchery!" Rhoan began to turn with Rui, but noticed Aza down on the ground, probably just as startled as she was by the sudden lightning. "Need a lift?" Rhoan offered, extending a hand to the centaur before lifting off and flying towards the hatchery. By the sounds, she could tell there were dragons already hatching and bonding, but Ahm wouldn't have missed much. Her thoughts were confirmed as they landed inside, only seeing a small number of hatchlings on the sands. "Phew! We made it! Thanks Rui." Reaching up on her tip toes, Rhoan kissed the jaw of the dragon before Rui confirmed Aza was off, turning into his human form to walk with the young girl.

Ahm was off to the side, heading towards Ida, so she walked that way as well with Aza and Rui.


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As Justin sat on the edge of his bed, his hands seemed to shake with the pressure he was holding them closed. Knuckles were white as a sheet and his palms couldn't stop sweating. It was late, but the hatching was about to begin. He knew that he would probably be late at this rate, but something was stopping him. Was it.. a sense of dread? Worry? He wasn't sure what was burdening his mind, but everything in him screamed to stay away from the sands, especially with what he saw during the touching. Daring to take another look, Justin lifted his mattress to look at the picture of the Seraphic egg once more, hundreds of invisible dragons guarding it in the air. He'd stared at this a thousand times, but why didn't he have any more answers?

This hatching would be the same as the tens he'd seen before. Photography was his passion, and he loved catching that moment when the bonded pair met, or when the first head swivel across the crowd to find their bonded happened. Justin could often tell who would get bonded to who in this moment depending on how the dragon hatched. He'd seen and travelled enough to read it, but what about this one? There would be other photographers taking his place, doing what he was doing. He'd probably be the subject of a few pictures if a dragon decided to bond to him.

The dread wasn't necessarily about the Seraphic egg. It was also about whether or not Justin would leave as a pair or not. The rejection would be a massive blow, and the last thing he wanted to do was go back to another hatching just to take photos of the people he could never take the place of. Swallowing his worry, he picked up his cameras and began to head out the door, leaving the ominous photo hidden physically and hopefully stifled mentally. It was a short walk to the hatchery, and it didn't take long for him to take a few pictures before nestling in a good spot on the sands. A few technology dragons (he did have a little envy with the techs flying around, goofing off. It looked like fun) and the wispy dragon they weren't allowed to touch at the touching. He didn't see anyone he recognized, and given that he mainly took photos instead of socializing, didn't really haven't many people to talk to. Watching the dragons was enough for him, though. Besides, he'd get some killer photos from a candidate angle.

Speaking of photos... taking a few quick Polaroids of the Seraphic egg to check and see if the invisible seraphs were still surrounding it proved to be relatively interesting. Hiding the photos from prying eyes, as soon as they appeared, Justin could see the figures were still there. A few were taking their job seriously, others were goofing off and making faces once they realized that Justin was taking a photo. Some weren't paying attention, or looked bored. A few seemed entertained by the newest hatchlings, the tech dragons. While it was a light-hearted sight, Justin couldn't help but still feel pretty bad about the entire situation.
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The tragendire had awoken sometime after his bonded had left, but not particularly long afterwards, as the green alarm was still active to signal that the Hatching had begun. He rolled out of the bed he was laying in, and emerged from his bonded's bedroom into the space that was shared with their roommate. Genzai wasn't quite sure if the centaur had left, but the room was dark, quiet, and appeared to be deserted apart from himself. It was difficult to inspect it properly in the dark, and he was not yet tall enough to reach the lightswitch. Perhaps he could use his light element to briefly illuminate the room, but no, that would cause too much damage, and he would be too busy focusing to look around.

He finally made his way to the door, reaching up on his hind legs to see if he could reach the door knob. Almost immediately, he found himself falling as the door came open easily. Whoever had been last to leave was in such a rush that they had not even closed the door completely. No matter. The tragendire pushed it closed as best he could with his head, and set out into the darkness of the hallway. Most, if not all of the candidates were already on the sands, it seemed, and it was not as illuminated with flashlights as it had been before.

The path to the hatching complex was familiar- Genzai had taken it before when coming back from the opening ceremonies, and when coming to his bonded during the touching. He was coming close to the entrance when he was faced with two guards, one of which stepped forward. "No pets on the sands," he declared.

"Look, it's not with anybody," the other pointed out.

The first guard sighed. "Take it somewhere, then, we can't just leave it out here," he said. "They have that security room for tragendire bonded to candidates. Someone there'll be able to sort it out."

"My bonded is already on the sands," the tragendire clarified to the men.

"Perfect, 'e'll fetch you later then," one of the men spoke slowly, as if talking to a child. "Come with me."

Genzai was led to the room where a few tragendire already were. A tragendire handler was present, as well, who greeted him warmly and settled him into the security room. It was then that the tragendire realized just how late he was- wyrmlings were already on the sands. He witnessed the tail end of the magnificent red hatchling's performance, and his heart swelled with warmth to see the bond made between the musical dragon and the elf. His attention drawn away, the tragendire searched the sands for his own bonded.

Ah, there she was, on the side near the food carts. And with her, was that...? Already, His had bonded to a dragon, a strange but beautiful creature covered in swirling mists, and he had missed it. Ah well. Such things happened.

He turned to the other tragendire, walking away from the dragonglass window. "We can only hope for the best of luck this sacred day," he remarked, before wandering off towards the other wall to see if there was any sort of food. It was still very early in the morning, and waking up at such a time made one hungrier than normal.
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If there was one thing that Fae utterly disliked, it was being woken up in the middle of the night. She was a pretty laid back person, but having a disposition as sunny and bright as hers (or at least being able to wear the mask in public) relied heavily on her ability to get enough sleep. She was one of the few candidates who often elected to go to bed early when time permitted them to do so, and she cherished those infrequent days when they were allowed to sleep in.

So when a disembodied voice wormed its way into her head and managed to wake her up, Fae was decidedly not happy about it.

"G'waaaay," she groaned aloud, rolling over and fumbling for a pillow to pull over her head. Whatever it was it could surely wait until a more reasonable hour of the morning.

I am afraid it cannot wait. You must wake up.

"Dun wanna." Her voice was muffled by the pillow now and Fae pulled it more snugly around her head. The bed was warm and soft, and really she hadn't wanted to be a part of this hatching anyway. Sure, there would likely be a huge scandal if she just didn't show up, but it'd serve her asshole manager right for getting her into this mess to begin with. He'd finally have to fix the problem that he had so graciously created for her and then Fae would be able to go back to her old life and her old career.

Come now, your presence is required. The hatching is nigh.

"Mrhnnhblr..." Oh look, she didn't care. Maybe she'd go to the afterparty, but the main event held zero interest for her at all. Her fans were going to be a little disappointed, but surely they'd understand when she presented them with whatever tale she came up with to excuse her absence--

Aduialeth.

... shit. It knew her real name.

It would be most unfortunate if a hatching assistant had to drag you to the sands, would it not?

"... don't like you." But the coersion worked and Fae finally, begrudgingly pushed herself upright. In protest to this decision that had been made on her behalf, she made little effort to dress herself up for the occassion, a rarity on her part. Baggy pants, a tank top, and a comfy pair of slippers were accompanied by the fluffy comforter she dragged off of her bed and wrapped around her shoulders. The singer shuffled out into the hall only after grabbing a pillow to bring with her as well, letting the conveyor belt do all the hard work as it whisked her away to the hatching grounds.

She took a handful of steps inside and immediately froze.

Stars. Suns. Planets and moons, a slowly whirling plethora of colors and shapes. Over there was something that looked ominously like a black hole, but next to it was a bright, flickering burst that might have been the birth of a new galaxy. Faerveren's eyes widened as she took it all in, a chill winding its way down her spine as she found her gaze drawn up to the vast dome overhead. In an unconscious effort to mimic the splendor laid out around her the tattoos that shifted through her skin coalesced into whorls of purple and blue and orange. Her eyes turned black with pinpricks of light for her pupils, and her hair lengthened slightly as it too adopted deep, rich purples and royal blues.

She didn't even notice the first dragon to hatch, so entranced was she by the celestial display above and around them. Faerveren padded slowly over to the vast stretch of white cloth that was the designated candidate seating area, dropping her pillow and then settling down with the blanket still wrapped around her. The noise from the Sonic twins hatching drew her attention away for a short time (she approved of them whole-heartedly), and then not long after the hatching of Maksim's dragon from that strange, musically inclined Fire egg also got a few almost envious looks.

There were an awful lot of musical dragons from this bunch already, and honestly, if there were more in the batch like those three... maybe bonding wouldn't be such a bad thing.

But Bolero was not interested in her, and the rest of the eggs seemed to be intent on taking their time. With a sigh Faerveren stretched out beneath her blanket, pillow tucked up beneath her head as she once again let herself get lost in the slow spin of ethereal beauty overhead.
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Wibblewobbles....

While all the other nonsense was going on, an egg in Glos' nest had grown quite large ever since it had been laid. The squishy, soft, and extremely fragile egg had survived this long, toxins spilling into its egg from the waters around it. The dragon inside the egg was either curled up or literally balled up, judging by how big it had gotten with no real discernible parts visible, aside from its skin and colors through the egg. As it had grown, the egg had just bulged and gotten bigger around it- and it kept growing, until just a thin seam of clear gelatinous material was between it and the world.

It happened with a soft 'ploorp' as the dragons body simply became too much for the egg. One last, tiny, final elemental growth before hatching. Its body had only to lazilly flex, it didn't even need to really try or move more than bunching up a bit. Outside water and poisons sept into the vacant spot as the dragon sort of..floated where it had been, looking like...well. It still looked like a pudgy ball with no limbs, head or tail, or anything. Just a blub floating. Eventually, though, its neck extended from the mass, as well as its tail. It decided that it should move its legs as well, alas, it could not float here much longer. It could breathe well enough, and mothers poison was the best, after all. Sigh.

So, as it had been decided in that brain it possessed, it supposed it could grace the world with its presence. The wyrmling meandered its way up to the surface of the pool, pudgy white socked feet gripping the edge as it actually had to exert some /effort/ to haul itself up and out, which it did. In the darkness above, it saw a light, a distracting one, but not the one that a certain young tech had turned on. No, that had been turned off by now. The light it saw was organic and transfixing, it waddled close to it but paused. There were people near the nest but not its people. So, it turned, its tail weaving back and forth like a cat that had promptly decided it had better things to do.

It's mother was not to be ignored, though, and a massive white hand reached out to snatch up the wyrmling. But this was okay- Parent dragons could touch their offspring without it causing a bond, the magic not broken. Gloshug-squished the baby, who was just as squishy as she was, but a lot more colorful. Considering the technical parents were both white, it was... so hard to guess where the color and shine came from. Glos herself was the only one who invaded that wyrmlings space quite so directly though, because it was being as wriggly as a cat that has, of course, absolutely decided it suddenly really would rather not be held, even if it was enjoying it a moment before. Chuckling deeply, the great white beast set the squishy baby down and let it go on its way, though it stopped to puff up golden noodly-bits and flared them at its multitude of parents, sauntering on its way- pausing for just a moment to ever so carefully reach out a squishy paw to push some balanced crystals and stones over, watching as they fell apart instantly, and chuffed in delight.

That wickedness done, it squishsauntered its way over the sands- but gosh it was a long way to go! Several times it just stopped, and plopped down to preen itself or play with some thing or another in the sand, chasing leaves, getting to close to someones nest and being chased off {bemusedly, though, it was hard to be upset at it. Somehow.] At some point, it irritated a far too nervous dragon, who made a wibbly bellow at it, only to get a face full of salt-water, ice cold, to the face. When this did not stop the upset noises, the squishy dragon decided the best course of action was...to spit goopy salt at the adult dragon, before beating a hasty retreat, its face wrinkling in indignation at having noises made at it. It could go wherever it wanted!

The wiley creature took its sweet time, almost forty minutes, to actually get anywhere near the candidates, and when it did, it stopped, looked at them with its dark blue eyes and wiggled its squishies at them. It flopped to its side, as if actually going any further would be difficult. When no one got up to get it, though, it rolled back over and shook itself vigorously to rid itself of sand bits (Which went everywhere) before she plop-walked her way over to some other candidates- One was just taking some pictures, and more pictures. It stopped and posed, but the pictures were being taken of the Life Titan's eggs, and maybe a few of itself, but it chose to assume that he absolutely was ignoring her.

So she was going to resolve that issue. She waddled up to him and pushed him over, and sat on him, her whole massive bulk flomping on him, her neck heavy on his. It was then he would notice that a crystal like a pearly moonstone had formed on his upper sternum below his neck- as had upon her, as well. Her legs sort of...shlooped into her body, and her wings squished out and flopped on either side of him. "Do not ignore your Nyanabrache, Justin!" She said, kneading her squishy paws at him, though they were mostly retracted into her belly, somehow. "You can call me Annae if you want, too." She added, tilting her head around to headbonk him in the face, which made it squish inward hilariously. Her 'ear' noodlies perked up suddenly. "Justin! I would like food!" she declared, in a higher meowing whine but made absolutely no attempt to move or get off of him.

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Name: Nyanabrache 'Annae' Ostovoima
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Parents: ♀ Water/Acid Ostoglos x ♂ Earth Painovoima (probably Narcida and Valyss too.)
Element: Water/Toxic
Personality: Adorable, Catlike, Gentle, Easily Excited, Vengeful and Vindictive
Bonds to: Justin {Reaver}
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Justin almost wished that he'd brought a pillow and blanket like some of the other candidates, but at this point, there wasn't much that he could do on that front. Now, like old times, he'd have to stay up so at least he could put his camera to use. Unfortunately for him and the others, it seemed as though nothing wanted to hatch quickly. Sounds could be heard from the occasional egg, but no definitive movement meant nothing to take a picture of, which meant nothing to do. He saw the singer girl, Fae? Something like that. She was laying down a little ways away from him, but he didn't have the courage to go say hello, let alone strike up a conversation. He hadn't really spoken to her much, so instead he focused back on the sands.

A sloshing sound seemed to grab the attention of all around him and it wasn't long before a dragon began pulling it's pudgy body out of Ostoglos's nest. It had started out as a lazy blob but eventually materialized into probably the cutest dragon that he'd seen. Immediately revitalized, he started talking photos as the creature unfolded and took form. After chasing after a light for a few moments, it's mom had picked it up and gave it a crushing, squishy sounding hug. Worming it's way out of the physical contact, the little cat slug dragon wriggled away and began to saunter around the sands. Normally dragons seemed to beeline towards their bonded. Perhaps this one was unbonded?

He got some good pictures of the little baby flaring out some of it's appendages, but after that it kept getting distracted. Or, just didn't care. Knocking over the tiny crystals had Justin stifling laughs, and when it rolled over in the sands being cute, he couldn't help but smile. It seemed like a fun dragon, and it was good at doing cute things for the camera. The internet would love it. Hopefully it bonded to a tech savvy candidate so he could keep track of it. It was easy to take photos of, but when it kept away from the candidates, Justin eventually started taking pictures of other things.

More dragons were subjected to his camera, as well as a few exhausted candidates. While he wasn't a fan of blackmail, the idea of being a potential scout had to become reality, so taking pictures and noticing the slightest nuances of those around him had to become a priority. A few sleepy candidates were snapshotted with a digital camera, zoom quietly clicking amongst the excited whispers from the other candidates. Ygg's eggs had been interesting, and quite the conundrum for Justin. Every time he snapped a digital photo, they came out SUPER BRIGHT, despite all of his camera settings being on point. Adjusting them to try and avoid washing out the eggs, each picture came out the same. Disgruntled and finally tallying this up to the egg being as it is, he fiddled with his settings to bring them back to normal before focusing in on a few of the other eggs. It wasn't until he felt the ground shake a little that he realized the cat dragon was approaching him. He barely had enough time to pull the camera from his face before he was pushed down into the sands and immediately gooped upon. The dragon seemed to slosh against him, and Justin saw the crystal materialize, just barely peeking above his shirt line. The dragon... had chosen him?

"Nyanabranche? ...You chose me?" He managed to say, almost in a whisper. Although he was sure the dragon had heard him, commands for food had been made. "Uh... i'd love to feed you but uh... you're gonna have to get off so I can get you food." Her pitiful mews were adorable, but weren't going to get her food anytime faster if she didn't move.

"Nonsense! I can stay here with you AND get food!" Annae practically purred, looking over to the side at one of the sands workers. Her eyes seemed to widen and her body arched to look a bit pudgier than she truly was. They practically burned into the soul of the attendant, and it took hardly any time before he left and returned with some fresh food for the dragon. He set the platter next to Justin and backed up, cheeks pushed up in a wide smile watching the cute dragon. "See? Now you can feed me." Her body squished to the side, allowing Justin to free his hands before they gooped back into place. The photographer was still pinned down, but his arms were free to scratch the cat's chest and hold up meat for her.

"That cute face is a weapon, Annae, this is dangerous." He snickered, grinning wider than he had all his candidacy thus far. After feeding her a slab of meat, she seemed to absorb the food into her throat and Justin was curious if he'd be able to see it slip through her body in the right lighting. A happy purr rumbled from her stomach, or throat, or somewhere, so Justin figured he was doing something right. He pet her neck a bit, and the rumbling intensified. Nothing changed for a few seconds, but then Annae lashed out and gave his hand a nibble.

"Three pets. No more, no less. Unless I say so. Which I probably won't. But will want. MAYBE I can let you have 4." She blinked and rolled off of Justin, pushing her arms and legs back out of her body and retracting her wings inside of herself to lay on her side. Justin nestled up in the crook of her arm and neck to watch the rest of the hatching, idly petting her arm and side. His camera lay a few feet away, knocked when he was pushed over, but he didn't feel the need to hide behind the machine right now. He was actually happy.
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First Maksim, then a boy she'd never met bonded to dragons. She captured both moments on her camera, clapping politely afterwards. The one lad seemed to have the same passion for photography as she, and she promised herself that if she also became a dragonrider, she would get to know him. Anyone who shared the same passion as she, was worth getting to know, in her mind. She also made a note to congratulate Maksim the next time she saw him.

Now that it had settled down a little bit, at least for the moment, she was able to think a moment about what Aloran had said. She wondered if there actually was a dragon that could hide from a camera. Hide in plain sight, as it were. He had a point, though. The spirit dragons may be able to do just that. She chuckled lightly. It would be hilarious if she bonded to such a dragon. Forever connected with a being that couldn't be caught on film, the on passion never metaphorically meeting the other. She hoped that wasn't the case, however, but she wouldn't put it passed her luck.

The other topic of their conversation hit her unexpectedly. She could certainly understand that being in a strange land, surrounded by strange people would indeed make one very homesick, and while deep down inside, she'd known that he'd want to go back home, she hadn't actually thought about the fact that her friend would be leaving. It felt like a ton of bricks had been placed on her chest. She wanted to ask him to stay, as he was one of a very few she called friends, but she knew how rude and selfish that was.

"Perhaps, if we're both dragonriders, we can still keep in touch, once you go home," she suggested. It wasn't something that was going to be easy, but letting go of a friend, especially one so calming, wasn't going to be easy, either. And she'd rather work towards keeping a friendship, than lose it. "It'll be difficult, but not impossible, I'm sure."

There was something else dancing around in her mind as well. Something that seemed so off from what they had trained for leading up to this hatching. "Something seems a little off to me. I was led to believe that not only would a hatching take forever, but that they could be quite violent at times as well. This one, well... it's neither. And that has me suspicious." She admitted, knitting her brows and looking up at Aloran. Perhaps she was just reading too much into it, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was odd. True, they weren't in a terribly violent area, as she was sure the hatching in Nondir had been much worse, but these were still baby dragons, and those baby dragons could still be clumsy and scared. Perhaps there being so many musical dragons in one clutch wasn't the only coincidence.... She supposed she would just have to wait and see.
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Holy celestial! It was really happening. Dragons are hatching and they are bonding. Nox couldn't help but plaster a happy goofy grin on his face. He dearly hoped that all his friends would impress and bond today. Particularly Ahm...they've been kinda distant due to a bunch of things but Nox hoped they would both impress this go around so they could train together in the future.

The first dragon to greet the world was...ironically something otherworldly feeling. He would have missed her if he hasn't taken a moment to look around. This is the first time Nox has ever seen a spirit this close sans the touching ceremony. He watched as she made her way over to a group of his classmates before she made her final choice. Anviel, the elf dredged up her name from memory. The dragon and her newly bonded rider looked great together. He won't lie to himself, there is just the tiniest ping of envy in his soul from the sight. Will he get to walk of the sands with a dragon too? All he can do is wait patiently with the rest of his class and hope.

Nox turned back to Selena a little more subdued now that things have started to roll. There's still many eggs yet to hatch, more chances to still bond. "Thanks, What a morning huh?" He noticed that the blonde made some space for him and he took the invitation to plop down, cross legged Indian style beside her. The elf tugged up his messenger bag to his lap and flipped it open. Nothing but snacks and a book or two in there. Everyone kept telling them that hatchings generally take forever to finish so he came prepared for the long haul.

Nox looked up and saw the proffered hand and reached out with a friendly shake. She seemed a little gloomy, or was it nervousness? She was twisting her hair a bunch. Again, Nox isn't the best at reading people. He won't say anything about it. The blonde offered her an encouraging smile and pulled out a random snack from his bag. Nox is a growing teenager, he's always hungry but he was willing to share. The bag of fruity granola crinkled as the elf tore it open. No time to snag breakfast earlier and he was willing to bet that Selena didn't have a chance to grab anything ether.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Nox, and yeah its a first for me here." Nox laughed a bit sheepishly as he offered her the open end of the bag first. He just sat down and he isn't going to get back up to get breakfast. "Yours too?" The blonde asked curiously. As he did so part of his attention was drawn to more dragons that where hatching. "OOooh my god...Do you see the twins over there?? Two in one egg?" the elf silently signed SO COOOL with his free hand repeatedly as he bounced slightly in his seat. The excitement bubbled back as more hatchlings made their appearances.
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It had been rather calm sitting in the corner with Katci and Calisto curled up around her, watching the hatching unfold on the tv. The first hatchling was what she guessed to be a Spirit elemental and was quite beautiful to behold. Words scrolled across the screen as it bonded Spirit/Air/Water Misuto Benzaikar bonds to Anviel Veyanir! She was happy for the elf but what she was really looking for were her kin. She may not have her heart set on bonding but there were definitely those who were very excited about the prospect. Like her brother. Who suddenly disappeared in a flash of light.

One moment he was there, the next not so much. Left with a blackened outline of Ahmduer and an estranged lightning bolt streaking away from the window. There was much panic to be had in the room as nurses and doctors also became aware of their missing patient, and one of high standing at that. It would not look good that a hospital had lost the sick Centaur Prince while in their care. Calisto informed her that her bonded was not dead which is all that kept Azarahl from exploding. He was, she added, to far for her to speak to him the bright patterns on her fur swirling in agitation. Katci's usually calming ripples were erratic and chaotic picking up on the tension of her bonded and her littermate. An alert was sent out about the missing centaur and it was quite some time before a returning report was received that his presence had been discovered in the hatchery. The relief Aza felt was short lived and replaced with fury at whoever had taken her brother in such a manner. It was not so much the fact they had snuck her brother to the hatching he so desperately wanted to go to (Aza had thought about doing it herself) it was the manner in which it had been done. Leaving Ahmduer's bonded behind was a cruel thing to do when you also left a charred outline where he had been moments before. Storming outside and beginning to head toward the Hatchery she didn't make it far before she heard a familiar voice and looked up to see Rui and Rhoan.

"Yes please so I can pummel whoever took my brother and left me and his bonded behind!" She helped Katci and Calisto onto Rui greeting the friendly dragon before they took off to the Hatchery themselves.

Upon entering the Hatchery her breath was taken away. Sure she had seen it all on the tv but it was oh so different in person. She barely noticed as Katci and Calisto were led off to the Tragendire overlook absentmindedly patting her trag farewell while gazing at her surroundings. Her absentminded gazing was cut short upon seeing her brother and Thalron who was with him in his human form and began to stomp towards them sparks flickering throughout her mane in peeved annoyance smacking the Titan upside the head upon reaching him before resting her fists on her hips and glowering down at him.

"Next time you snag someone think about who you're leaving behind. You left his bonded Calisto and took him to far for her to speak to him while leaving us with just a charred outline."
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