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Keepers of the Sun & Stars; Aesulla Hatching
Topic Started: Feb 20 2017, 02:56 PM (11,593 Views)
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Aloran and Crystal Renezneth to Vee and Serenade
Word Count: 593


Aloran's well aware that she cares for him. He doesn't want her to worry. Renezneth privately replied to the other dragon. I'm sure he'll tell her himself what's going on, in time. I think he's maybe ashamed. He couldn't explain how he knew, precisely, only that he had a feeling. An ancient soul he might have been, but that didn't mean he remembered everything, and people (and dragons) were next the exact same twice. Some traits always returned, and unfortunately, Aloran's pride was one of them. He disliked making mistakes, and disliked having others assist him in their fixing. He'd take the world upon his shoulders alone if he could, and such a mindset was frustrating for a freshly bonded dragon. Even now, he could feel the centaur trying to close his mind off, and Renezneth gave him a firm push in the back with his head. The force of it was enough to nearly make the centaur pitch forward, and he had to churn his legs to keep his balance.

I can tell that you're disappointed. For her sake, you could at least pretend that you are pleased with today's result. It was a pointed statement. Renezneth was patient, and he knew that Aloran would come around in time. In the meantime, however, the lowkey rejection stung as surely as a physical wound. Aloran looked at him, and his face was difficult to read for a few moments. Guilt, shame, regret. He was obviously fighting with himself, torn between the urge to comfort the dragon and his own desire to grieve. For it was true: He knew his path had taken a sudden, distinct change. There would be no going back to what he wanted. For that, he mourned.

I was foolish to come, He thought to his dragon as a form of apology. You would have been better suited to someone else.

If I had been better suited for someone else, I would have chosen someone else. I know what I need. It's you who must decide for yourself what you're lacking.

Aloran sighed. Renezneth's words were true, and he knew it. Vee's offer provided him with a suitable distraction with which to think the question over, but his appetite had fled. He forced a small smile and shook his head. "Eat," He encouraged. "My stomach doesn't do well with fried foods." It was partially true, but that wasn't the reason he wasn't eating. Should he tell her? He longed to share his indecision with someone, but was it really her place to support him? No doubt she was basking in her own victory, as he should be. He didn't want to take that away from her, but at the same time...

"I hadn't planned on bonding today," He said at last on a sharp sigh. "I beg your pardon if I appear distant. I am simply trying to decide what to do." He turned to watch Renezneth, who turned his head to peer at his chosen in turn. "I always thought I might return home when this was finished."

Perhaps we will, when I am old enough. Good things are worth waiting for. Why not have me, and a home to return to when I am older? There's no reason to choose one or the other. Renezneth pointed out, his head tilted toward Serenade in an obvious expectation of her support. I long for Etharius as well. It's where I belong as well.

"And where will you go?" Aloran asked suddenly of Vee, his eyes intense. "When you are able?"


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Maksim and Bolero to Zemal and Talixarra
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Maksim would have bet anything that Ambrosolariel was destined for Zemal. Even now he was surprised. Then again, Zemal never had been the type to try and make an entrance, even when he had just been a lowly peasant like the rest of them. A bigger surprise might have been the fact that the dragon (A titan? she appeared too large to be a regular hatchling) chose the priest who'd been overseeing all the formalities of their ceremonies. Maksim had never been particularly religious himself, but from what he could gather from the reactions of those around him, the dragon who hatched was someone of great importance. Better him than Maksim; The Elf couldn't imagine the sort of responsibility that went with such a bond. And he didn't want to know, quite frankly.

If you think I'm going to be content to sit about and be a wall flower, you're sorely mistaken. Bolero's sly voice cut through Maksim's thoughts, a knowing sort of smirk on her face as she turned to look at him. You're not off the hook just because I didn't come out of my egg golden and glowing. She was finished with her meal, and with her hunger satisfied she was content to get to know her new rider better. They'd been partnered before, of course, but they were never always the same. Getting to know him would be like remembering an old friend. She reached her head over his shoulder, her chin against his skin as she nudged him back toward her chest. She sat daintily, wings half-folded as she settled herself behind him. He stumbled obediently backwards until his back touched her warm chest. Maksim pulled a face.

"You know that's not what i mean," He chatted back at her. "I know we're military. I'm ready for that."

That goes without saying. There will be responsibilities beyond what we're asked to do by our betters, I'm sure.

"What do you mean?" Maksim turned to ask of his dragon. "You're trying to be mysterious on purpose. You want me to ask questions." He accused, and Bolero chuckled deep in her chest.

On the contrary, I want you to experience it for yourself. I'm not sure what lies ahead, but I have a feeling something is there, and that we're all going to have a part to play if we're going to be ready for it. That includes you.

"Sure," He muttered. "I'm not going to blow you off. Or blow anything off. I'm not going to hold you back," He promised. "I'm just glad I don't have to be a spiritual leader as well as a dragon rider. I don't have the stamina for preaching."

Don't worry, Bolero purred, voice mischievous. I don't think anyone is going to come to you for spiritual advice anytime soon.

The pair fell quiet as the rest of the Hatching happened around them. Maksim could feel himself occasionally dozing off, brought back to the present by a nudge from Bolero. He left his tablet untouched for now, and instead occupied himself with occasionally sharing comments with his dragon or tragendire who continued to watch the hatching from the provided room above. The sun was up now, and his eyes burned from lack of sleep. Surely it had to be coming to a close? His eyes darted expectantly to the huge seraphic egg, which didn't even look close to Hatching. What sort of thing was in there, anyway? He still hadn't forgotten how it'd vaporized a Candidate. Brutal.

Look, Bolero hummed, her nose pressed suddenly and insistently against his back. Yggdrasil's other egg has hatched.

"What?" Maksim demanded as he leaned forward on his toes in an attempt to catch a glance of the hatchling. This one was for Zemal, he was sure. The egg had practically chosen him the moment it saw him. He just had that sort of luck, Maksim grumbled to himself. Of course, it was hard to feel too jealous when he had a dragon of his own.

I chose you that day, and you didn't even know it, Bolero assured him gently. She turned her head toward the dignitary seating area and thrummed. There's no reason to be sour. Look there. She's on the railing.

Maksim did look, and just in time to watch as Zemal took the hatchling's face in his hands. She was gorgeous (was she albino? Of course Zemal would get an albino dragon), and nearly as large as her sister who'd hatched before. An albino and a giant. Of course. He choked as Bolero nudged him sharply in the back with her nose. Apparently, she didn't think his sarcasm was as amusing as he did.

"I was only joking!" He protested, a slow smile crossing his face. He was glad to see Zemal bond, and offered a whoop for his benefit as he waved his hand above the air. Could he see? "Who is she?" He asked of his dragon as she rose gracefully to her feet.

You're better to ask her yourself. She seeks to speak with us. She explained to him, and then replied politely to the other ancient in a private aside.

Hello, Talixarra. I think Maksim would love to meet you. He's eager to tease Zemal as well, if you wish to prepare him. I imagine he's used to it by now. She turned to look back at Maksim, and gave a slight nod of her head as she started off, obviously beckoning him to follow. They'd both prefer to have this meeting somewhere away from the gaggle of wyrmlings, she was sure.

"I knew he'd bond," Maksim chatted at his dragon as they walked, his grin wide and face pink from pleasure. No matter how he might have playfully begrudged his best friend his Bond in his mind, Maksim was happy for him. And, to be fair, he'd hardly think of trading Bolero for anyone else. It just seemed to be Zemal's bad luck, wasn't it, bonding to some sort of fancy, ancient, important dragon. No matter how the other elf attempted to dodge the spotlight, it always followed him. Poor thing.


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Anviel wasn't quite sure what she'd expected the priest to say. She was hardly sure what she expected herself to say, after all. Part of her wanted Misuto to come back and explain what was going on, to answer all her questions. The how, the why, the what... everything. It seemed that there were pieces of the puzzle scattered all around her- the seraphs, Misuto, the dragons like Chyropter and Zadasiron she'd recognized, that giant seraphic egg- but she had no idea where to start piecing it all together. It did seem like the dragons knew, though. All she needed was for Misuto to come and put all the pieces together.

There was still no answer, not in words anyways. Anviel could feel the dragon's presence making itself known, and a comforting feeling came through their bond. She couldn't help but feel some offense. That wasn't what she needed now.

She listened to Lysander's words with interest, considering them with a slight tilt of her head. The ancients. Was that what they were? The priest definitely seemed to know more about what was going on than she did, and for that she felt grateful. Even if he wasn't as knowledgeable as Ambrosolariel or Misuto or the other ancient dragons, it felt like he was someone who had some sort of answers, and that was nice. She had never been very religious at all (and even though her parents had read her scripture plenty of times, their interpretations were very different from the standard ones anyways). However, whatever was going on seemed to be very much tied to the seraphs and the celestial plane, and turning to scripture seemed to be a logical answer.

Before that, however, Anviel had her own question to answer. "Are you happy with who you've been before now?"

She paused for a moment, visibly thinking, trying to decide what she should say. So much of her life, especially as a child, had been about how she wanted to become a dragon rider. Those memories, like the day her brother bonded or how unsupportive their parents had been about the idea, had been the ones she'd thought about the most in recent months, being a candidate. Much of her life, as a child, had been full of excitement and anticipation at the idea of becoming a dragon rider, and that was almost all Anviel could remember at this moment. All her life, it felt like she had been waiting for something. She'd always sort of felt that her life would be incomplete, until she bonded.

The things that didn't have to do with dragons, she could hardly recall. It wasn't that they weren't there- the vast majority of things that had happened in her life had nothing to do with dragons, after all- so much as they were mostly unremarkable, and it was difficult to try and think of things that had nothing to do with dragons when here, in this hatchery, she was absolutely surrounded by them. She'd worked as a telemarketer, lived in her parents' house, done nothing really particularly memorable. Sure, she had been content, but was that life really something to be proud of?

But that life was familiar, it was comfortable. She knew about pretty much everything she had to deal with in her normal life. Even dragons were familiar, she had no issues dealing with them- she'd had plenty of exposure to dragons through her brother. No, it was all this about past lives and ancient dragons and "before" that was unfamiliar and confusing. She could hardly make sense of what Misuto had been saying and thinking.

"I mean, I suppose," Anviel said, but it sounded less certain and more like she had finally decided what sounded best. "And I'm fine, I'm happy to bond. Very happy. It's just, it's so..." She trailed off, not completing her thought, but expecting Lysander to get the idea of it. "I don't know what to do now either. I don't want to question them, I trust Misuto and the rest of the dragons, I just... I don't know."

She paused, watching the hatching attendants bringing the dog with some amount of confusion. Weren't animals prohibited on the sands, she wondered? Another moment of watching, and she was able to see the harness that clearly designated the dog as a service animal, and it made sense. Anviel watched with a smile as both the dog and the cleric seemed so happy to see each other, and for a moment was almost tempting to step forward and pet it. She stopped herself, however, knowing it was considered improper to pet service animals.

Anviel was slightly surprised that Lysander had a service animal. She thought that maybe he was just a little tired, although he did look undeniably frail, despite looking rather young. Suddenly more aware of that, she did shift her eyes away for just a moment, seemingly looking at something just beyond him, trying to make it seem as if she wasn't staring. She only made it obvious that she was looking at him when he asked if she had eaten.

"I did, when Misuto went to get food, but she was the first to hatch and that was hours ago," Anviel said. "I'll be happy to go with you if you're going."

She shook her head for a moment, pausing. She didn't just want to stay with the priest, there were things she wanted to ask. Maybe not specific things- there were so many questions going through her mind, so many things that she didn't know what to think of- but she did want those to come up.

"The ancients," she said, finally, as if she'd just made a decision. "You speak of them, as a group. Do you know where they're from? What they are? Misuto, she seems to recognize many of them, but I can't tell how. And yours... Yours, the seraph, is there anything of her in the scriptures? It just seems so odd, so much happening this year. Dragons speaking in no uncertain terms about lives before, your seraph hatching, the egg." Anviel pointed at the large egg on the platform, and there was little doubt about what she meant. "The host appearing above the hatchery, whatever was going on with the sky... There's just so much. It doesn't feel like it could be a coincidence."

She hesitated for a moment, speaking slowly and her voice becoming quieter. She suspected the priest didn't know either, but that didn't stop her from having some amount of hope. "Do you have any idea what's going on? Any old scriptures? Any prophecy or something? Anything?"

Anviel was so stuck within her own thoughts, she only briefly noticed what was going on with Marcus and the newly-hatched Inferno not very far away from where she and Lysander were standing, and was only vaguely aware of what was actually happening.
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Venria was pleased to see that Sonnuk was flying alongside her. She was not in control of exactly where he was, as she'd like to be, but she knew that the fact that he was next to her meant that she was safer. The goal of security was to protect the eggs and wyrmlings, and they were very unlikely to attack if they thought they could harm one of the newly-hatching wyrmlings. Still, plenty of dragons had a very good aim, and even though many of the security dragons couldn't see her through the storm, it wouldn't be surprising if a tech dragon within the storm had some sort of thermal imaging technology. Although Venria supposed it was possible she was around the same temperature as her storm, which might make it more difficult to accurately locate her.

She looked at Sonnuk and considered his words, but she didn't really seem to listen. Venria had always been far quicker to violence than most dragons, and her pride, more often than not, prevented her from surrendering. But her behavior now was not the manifestation of any sort of pride, it was out of fear. Venria was well-aware that it looked like she very well could've been the one to kill the egg, and she didn't know what that could mean for her. It was more than likely she would never be allowed to be a rookery aid again, but that wasn't her main concern. She could be arrested, and seeing as Etharius was so young, she figured she could very well be kicked out of her country. Araselnasaa probably didn't want someone who'd kill an egg, after all.

And so Venria had decided that the security dragons were her enemies. It wasn't a logical conclusion- she knew that Sonnuk's words were true, that it would be a lot better for her if she just stopped and tried to talk- but she just seemed to completely dismiss that course of action. It was not that the though failed to occur to her, she just refused to consider actually stopping and explaining her side of the story.

When Sonnuk mentioned the cameras, however, Venria was definitely interested. She moved her head to press her muzzle close to the drone and looked at it. "Do you think there might be a way for you to get a hold of some of the camera footage?" she asked, casting a glance off slightly into the distance.

The ice narrowed her eyes at the fire dragon that had approached, her eyes on the flames around him more than the dragon himself. Venria recognized him from a few times when she had been in trouble with security, mostly about what she did with the candidates. She was clearly even more agitated at his arrival on the scene, and allowing her lip to curl back a bit to reveal her teeth. They were more long, wicked-looking fangs than anything, and it was clear that the gesture was completely intentional, not instinctive in the slightest. Perhaps Venria was scared, and it wouldn't be too difficult to assume such, but she wasn't letting that fear make its way into her body language.

She did glance into her storm and back to where the fire had indicated, however, and it seemed for a moment like she might be willing to comply. The winds started to die down slowly, swirling less and less until, after a few minutes had passed, there was just a small snowfall. The platform where Venria had been taking care of the ice egg was completely covered a blanket of snow, and it might've even been pretty had it not been for what had happened. The Air/Mental mother of the egg shook the snow from her feathers and watched Venria with little expression on her face. The tech dragon on the platform was covered in snow, too, and she didn't make an immediate move to clear the snow from her metallic body.

In fact, the first indication that she was not complying was when she turned to look for Sonnuk. "You may want to move away, dear," she said quietly, trying to make it too soft for security to. She spoke whether she was able to find him or not- even if she didn't see him, she figured it was possible he might be just out of sight, considering how small he was. "It's going to get very cold."

She moved in the air to face the spot that the fire dragon had pointed out to her, the empty nest. She seemed to be watching it for a moment, not making any move towards it, nor any move to injure anyone. Perhaps it looked as thought she might be contemplating whether she wanted to go. As she hovered in the air, she cast a few glances towards the fire dragon periodically. Finally, at last, she began moving slowly in the direction of the abandoned nest, with little concern or urgency.

Almost immediately after she crossed a certain point, another storm began with frightening speed, strengthening to low visibility conditions very quickly. Venria's time hovering in the air had not been spent thinking, but instead using her weather element to lower the temperature in the area in preparation of creating another storm quicker than she would be able to otherwise. This one covered a larger area, but it was not anywhere that put other eggs or dragons in danger, and its purpose was not to injure anyone. Instead, she was trying to use it to hide, to make it difficult for others to both locate and reach her. Even if the fire dragon had already been close by the time the storm had begun, Venria had tried to vanish into a deeper part of it. She had never been particularly bothered by wind and snow, especially that of her own creation, and so had little trouble with it.

Her plan had clearly not been all that thought out, however, for a few different reasons. She was hovering deep in the storm, but still, being the biggest thing flying within, she was not particularly difficult to locate if someone was to come close enough. In addition, she hadn't thought much beyond creating the storm and trying to hide inside of it, and she obviously couldn't maintain it or stay within it for too long. Perhaps such poor planning might indicate that what she was doing was a response to fear rather than an attempt to be malicious, but either way, Venria was vaguely aware that it would likely not end particularly well for herself.
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What the future holds... Same time roughly as last post
  • Alistiana to Zemal
When she was guided back to her seat, the Empress was grateful- And even more so for the added pillows and blankets that eventually came later. It was only through an iron will that she stayed awake for a little while longer, before she, like Zemal, had nodded off. She had the benefit of having other minds linked to her own, so that she could awaken to see new hatchlings in between broken rest.

While the two rested, Elara and Arel, the two head guards of the Lomiran royal family, as well as being Gryphons, got up a while after Vic did. Elara turned his impressive gaze upon Rama and Atunroria, telling them to watch and protect the Empress and Prince, as they had to scout and make sure nothing odd was going on. Such was a great honor to be chosen.

It was not until the subsequent hatchings of the Seraph that Alistiana truly woke up, and though her son dozed off an on, she did not begrudge him this, even calling Lysander's dog Daisy over to sit next to her or in her lap as the man and dragon flew off to help others. The dog was quite unsure of all this dragon business, but she did what she could to soothe the canine, until someone came to pick her up for Lysander later.

It was not until that radiant white dragon hatched that Alistiana felt a burst of life within herself. She had almost dared not hinge her hopes, the tales of what lay within those eggs had been rumored, but after the incidents five thousand years prior, when Time dragons had come down and claimed the future depended upon taking those eggs to the future, depriving a previous incarnation of his own destiny, she'd been skeptical. Quite suddenly, her thoughts were pulled back to the now. Zemal was holding her hand, was it for her sake or his? Thanks, or reassurance, or something else? She did not know but still, it made her happy. “Go and meet her, my son...” She said, encouraging him forward.

She watched with pride as they bonded, and shared those first moments, before raising a hand to stroke at Talixarra as she brought her gentle face over to nuzzle her. “I know you will take care of him, that trust has never been broken...” she said, looking perhaps the slightest bit better, for the moment. Her gaze turned to Zemal once more as he moved and knelt, knightly beneath his dragon. This she had seen before, as well, in a different day and age. But this time, he was not asking for her blessing and protection as he went off to fight in a war, or to negotiate with other lands. This time, it was to bless this bonding, and that was just as well, a noble request.

She moved, taking the amulet, and whispered its words in the ancient tongue. The writing glinted upon it, but so too did the central stone. A flickering power emanated from it, like a spell of protection. “Prince Zemal, take this token, long passed down our family line. May it ever bring you protection, and guard you from the darkness.” She placed this over his head and let the amulet itself rest on his chest, a warmth flowing from it like that of life, as if the force within it had been passed from herself and Ygg onto him.

“Soon now, you may find yourself unsure about whether you should return to Lomira or go with the other Ancients....Whatever you choose to do, you have my blessing...” she added, eyes shining, but tired. Her thoughts wandered. Would she even see her homeland again? She was unsure at this point, but it wouldn't do to say such a thing on such a glorious day as this.


Fever dreams 10:15AM

The last egg nestled between the great forepaws of Maha seemed to have waited until it was sure its siblings had all hatched, at least, the ones that were ready this day. She was aware of others, but perhaps it was Maha's mental barriers that kept her from thinking of them too hard. In any case, as soon as her sister had hatched, the fire began scrabbling at the shell with her many six fingered talons, making pretty good headway on it. She listened carefully to the mental words whispered through her shell- these words that would keep her safe in this life. don't tell them what you are. Not yet.... In past lives, she had been lucky to survive to hatching. She'd been found out before, and terminated. Sometimes she had hatched, only for others to realize what she was. Her end had always come swiftly, if apologetically. Always she understood why they did it. How could they know she was not a descendant of the Plague Queen?

Except, by some strange turn of events, in this life, she was. How strange, to be in such a position? The children of Vaccine had been just as slain as everyone else had been long ago. Even so, the dragon that now began to break free of her shell, to rest tired limbs in the cracks of the egg as the weight of life began to seep in, first breaths of air crisp as the last ones. She could feel the creeping, lingering orders deep in her mind, reaching through the mental hive mind of virals, connecting her to those of her line. Her mother and sibling had been versing her in strengthening her mental power ever since their minds began to fully churn. And lucky for her, it had paid off.

There were some boons to being in her current family line, of course. All of them bore iconic needles and usually had more than one element. She could hide in plain sight while she figured out what to do. There was a tug on her mind in two directions, viral and vaccine, to kill or cure. She was fully capable of either, and she knew it.

After her rest, she bolstered herself once more and broke free of her shell, bright vivid red and black, covered in feather-shaped scales over her body which spread into real feathers along the leading edges of her wings, the rest being sails. Every time she turned or moved, glints of vivid bright and dark electric blues shot up on her dorsal side, sometimes blending into the blacks and reds only to appear again at a toss of her head. Her left eye was a smoldering deep flame gold and orange, while her right eye was metallic, crystallized like a metal ball of peacock ore. She did not trust herself to bond- Most of her kind didn't. Flames crackled softly from the open pits along her body as she moved off, taking time to look back at her parents and dip her head respectfully. She wanted to make them proud, but was frightened. What if they wanted her to spread the plague like her grandmother wished? She was not about to ask, at least not right then. She felt another familiar tug and turned her head, spotting Heifeiver. Did he care what she did? What of her siblings?

Or cousin....It was a confusing inner battle, but one she had to shoulder. For now, she would act tough, at least, but not so much as to get herself into trouble. She was a Fire! That's all anyone had to know. She made her way across the sands, pausing near Twig long enough to retract her flames, harmless as she felt they were, she did not wish to even accidentally cause him harm.

"Any idea what's good to eat around here, Twig?" She asked, before realizing he might not know her out of the shell. "Oh, pardon me, I'm Fire Xensuneos. We're cousins!" She introduced herself, being sure to include her element just in case. Don't act weird, he probably knows what I am, he's part of the family.... She scolded herself, feeling awkward. She looked for her sister but spotted her a little ways off, staring down the bat dragon...Probably not the best time to bother her. She probably already knew about her sister hatching without even looking!

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That's some kind of creepy crawler... 10:30AM

At the other side of the grounds, in a place where fresh sands had been spread and old, bloodstained sand removed, sat an egg. From the first week, the clear wax shell had seemed to be clear, and then, began to develop into a visible wyrmling. Over time, though, that wyrmlings appearance had grown from harmless looking to armor plated and sharp, almost insect-like, even. It had grown more since the touching, but in time, the clear waxy coating of the egg got harder to see through, until nothing at all could be seen, outside of the small air holes near the top, where graspers sometimes still rose up looking for bits of food. At least, until the last few days when even those closed over.

No activity could be seen, no movement. No sound. It seemed, somehow, almost dead. Even other wyrmlings could not hear it for a time. Until that very hour, when it began to awaken, large eyes blinking, curled up body itching to move.

The egg itself was not an issue, in fact, it was so fragile that the dragon had only to push itself up and out, before it rested there, and then crawled out of the now open glass dome fearlessly. Soon it moved up onto a rock near a heat vent and tried to keep warm as its crinkled form struggled to bring itself out of this most dangerous fragile moment of its life. Inside the egg, there was a whole shed skin of its old body, which looked like the whole body, only hollow.

Its six wings, crumpled as they were, began to flow with blood, pushing the wings out and straight. A soft fur puffed up along the dragons body, its six limbs flopping across the stone as it started to fall asleep. It rested almost an hour as its body dried and solidified, and in that time, it had utterly transformed. It was gold and bronze and black, and had feelers on its sweet, semi plated face. Upon its back, just between the front sets of wings, crowning it, was a bright red crystal.

Her long tail was puffy and thick with fuzz, only a bare hint of a needle visible at the tip like a stinger. Perhaps she was lucky to have been taken in by caring parents, for the frightening looking dragon inside the egg had become a fuzzy honeybee.

Her wings buzzed, vibrating as they grew stronger, and suddenly she'd taken off, zipping towards where the food stands were, and dropping near some other wyrmlings, her feelers twitching and touching their faces, probably much to their confusion as she inched around and snatched some french-fries that hadn't been eaten yet, possibly right off of Vee's plate. Her feelers continued to flitter at the rider and the two dragons- The centaur seemed agitated and she didn't think he'd like having a giant bee touch him, even if she just wanted to memorize his features. As if in trade, she produced some kind of honey candies, which no one really saw be put down on the plate, before she buzzed a bit. "I Vespa. Good food. Make treats for you too." She said simply, settling into a fluffy pile of herself.

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Order Up 10:40AM

After putting in the orders for food, Udon and Miso got right to work, though one of their offspring, who was a vivid green, commented that from memory, he remembered that Glos usually ordered spicy food, and started making some other food along with what was ordered, a sort of spicy wasabi grilled pork or beef of some kind. It was completely acceptable for orders on titan scale to take a minimum of an hour or more to prepare, so while the family worked, they made conversation with the gryphon and rider, though it was obviously pretty funny how the mated pair often sneakilly tossed something into the large cook pot infront of them without the other seeing it, or acting like they'd done anything.

Udon did catch Miso sliding some more fish into the pot after Udon had been seen shoving more nori in. Prior to this, Miso had dumped rice in. The two were chattering at one another about having added not enough of this or that, but all in good humor. It was hard to tell just how long they'd been together, but it was probably a very, very long time. To any outside observer, though, despite how absolutely delicious that soup looked, the stuff they were putting into it hardly made sense. Was it even made to be eaten? A lot of the ingredients even seemed to have completely dissolved into some kind of raw elemental food essence or ...something.

Not long after this last offering to the pot, which by now seemed to be some sort of weird habit they had, as if the cauldron of mismatched food would give them ideas for dishes, Udon packed up one of the more people sized meals and was handing it over to Morgan when, from the giant pot, large bubbles started to rise. At this same moment, Morgan had likely lifted her hands to take the box, but something else pushed itself between her arms, face mashed against her chest as the wyrmling had chosen that moment to try to exit the large pot, its white hands on the edges as it had braced itself to pull up and out. Its sibling crawled out to one side of it, resting on the rim, looking like a long noodle of uncut sushi, the other....Looked half like fish and half like rice. A crystal formed there between herself and Morgan, though both parties were probably at least some level of confused. "Oh dear, goodness...I must have been off in my own little world there, sorry about that Morgan. I'm Sashimi!" She said, before ducking back into the oddly clean pot and following her brother over the rim where someone wasn't standing.

After these two, a pretty chubby looking sibling followed, having come from the same egg, they being rice-like as well but half coated with nori. Unlike Sashimi, her siblings were both unbonded- one declaring their name as Sushi, and the other Onigiri. They looked to their parents though, as Udon chuckled, while explaining to the likely still confused Morgan that she was part of the Midon family now, apparently. Their wyrmlings never had to take the classes other dragons did, and really, were free to learn their culinary arts at their own pace. It was usually hoped they would find some way to work for the family restaurant or close to it, but when riders got involved, that usually opened a window for things to be a little different. But the happy parents were very inviting, and just as happy as they would have been if their youngsters had all remained unbonded (Which was usually the case).

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Onigiri is open for adoption, and has no profile or assigned gender. They are a Culinary/forest and like the others, do not have to go through Wyrmling training if they don't feel like it. (first come first served, perhaps let someone who doesn't have a culinary yet offer first?)

Out for delivery...

While all that was going on, one of the order runners from the cart was delivering candidates and hatching attendants meals, and one of those stops was to a centaur who had ordered more than his own share of food- Granted he was ordering for multiple people. Edasel, who now had a large bag of takeout, was looking through the candidates and getting perplexed. In the hustle of candidates rushing to the grounds that morning and the darkness, he hadn't been able to meet up with Averon, and now, even after the shadow and moonlight had faded for gray rainy daylight, he still couldn't find him...At least, until he hoofed his way over to the front and peeked over at Idazon, his older brother. There, tucked under the other centaur's hair, was a dwarf dragon- who was of course, Averon. "Yo, Averon, did you get us mixed up in the dark?" he said, sounding amused. It wasn't like it'd be hard to do, the only difference visibly was one bore white socks on his hind hooves and a white blaze on his face, with blue eyes. Otherwise they could have been twins.

“Come and sit with me, I got us some food from Midon's...And shift back to human form, I don't want you falling in the curry again!” He said, before finding a place to sit and waiting for Averon to show up. Once he did, and once he obliged (however long it took) to shift forms, the centaur started to set out the food in front of them. They were both pretty sure they weren't going to bond today, and neither really seemed to care. He opened one of the takeout boxes, took one look, and closed the lid before handing it to Averon. “I think this one's yours.” he said, grinning in amusement, and taking the box he'd handed Averon to start with and giving him the other one.

Once the human actually opened the box, he'd see why Edasel had been so quick to switch the boxes, as upon opening it, there was a strange looking but adorable dwarf dragon inside the box, the egg having hatched inside what was a rice ball. It crawled up onto the humans chest and hung off his shirt with little claws, a small, ornate square crystal forming between them- it was tiny, and rectangular, but had an almost painted design like a bento box might have on it.

"Hi hi Averon! I'm Bento!" it chirped, being content to cling to him and keep warm, since it was a lot cooler out here than in the takeout boxes. (It was likely Miso would be furious with Ramen for accidentally scooping one of her eggs up with the rice, but no harm had come to the dwarf egg at least.)
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In past lives, she had rarely gotten to this point. Other than perhaps Infernos, she suspected few other wyrmlings were so concerned with what they were hatched as. And unlike the previously forgotten breed, she was well aware that others would not be trying to cheer her survival. No, it was others that put Xensuneos's life in danger. She could hardly blame them, knowing what had happened tens of thousands of years ago. Knowing the conflict that was playing out in her own head. She hardly wanted to think about it, or the orders creeping through the viral hive.

Orders? What orders? All the virals were dead. She was Fire Xensuneos, born to Celestial Mahasarmasel, and she was... Xensu stopped her thoughts, almost somewhat disappointed with herself. Denial wasn't a good strategy. As she walked, she cast the slightest glance back to her tail, at the needle. It was iconic, didn't everyone know about the needles? Didn't that give her away?

Her eyes fell upon the family members she could see. Siblings, her cousin. She could see her sister had a long needle at the edge of her tail, and she knew her father did too. Even Twig seemed to have a little, needle-like shape at the edge of his tail. Seeing that, she relaxed a little bit more. No one seemed to be batting an eye at them, and her father was obviously fine. No, she had nothing to worry about from the needle, it seems. Nothing to worry about there. Maybe the other dragons just thought it was some sort of variation of a tail blade or something along those lines, which was common enough in dragons of several breeds.

She stopped briefly while walking on her way over to... wherever, really, she had been so lost in her own thoughts that she wasn't sure where she planning to go. She looked at the spot where people and dragons were still crowded around Marcus and Chyropter, and where the newly-hatched Inferno had arrived to correct the bat-like dragon's mistake. She was happy, for a moment, to see her sister. Amneros knew and understood, Xensu knew she was safe with the ancient mental. She was almost tempted to go over and say hello, to take the opportunity to finally meet in the flesh, but the mental seemed a bit busy. And there was a terrible hunger gnawing at Xensu... Was it- no, just what a dragon felt after hatching. Nothing to worry about!

Looking less busy, however, was her nearby cousin. He was so little, although maybe perhaps not so much for, well, what they were descended from. He wasn't one, though, she could tell that much. She approached him cautiously, needle dragging in the sand, taking care to close the fire vents all along her body. They wouldn't hurt, true, but Twig, was, well... Xensu wouldn't be surprised if one of his fears was being used as kindling. She didn't want to scare her smaller cousin.

"Any idea what's good to eat around here, Twig?" She asked, pausing for a moment. She might recognize him, but the same might not be true of him to her. "Oh, pardon me, I'm Fire Xensuneos. We're cousins!" They had more than likely spoken in the egg, of course, but that didn't mean he would recognize her now that they were meeting face-to-face. She almost felt a little silly for including her element, and scolded herself internally for even bothering. It sounded a bit odd to introduce herself in such a formal way, and Twig was part of the family, it was more than likely he already knew about her... situation.

Twig greeted her warmly, and not only showed her where the food carts were, but was even so kind as to lead her over to them. Before leaving, Xensu cast another glance over to her sister, who looked quite focused on what was going on with the bat dragon. Although she didn't want to disturb her, she figured a brief mental exchange might not hurt. Mental dragons, considering their power, probably had to deal with plenty of different thoughts and minds already, after all. Sister! We need to speak sometime, perhaps when you are less busy. There was only kindness, and maybe a little bit of desperation, a need for the Mental/Dream's attention. Good luck with that dragon. And... Thank you. There was likely little question as to what she meant.

She made her way across the sands to a food cart tended by a female hatching assistant, leaving Twig for a moment (unless he wanted to get food as well, Xensu wasn't sure whether he had eaten). The fire, while not being particularly big for her breed (the element she was supposed to be, anyways), was able to easily peak over the edge of the cart, and caught the worker's attention with a clicking of her front claws on the cart's metal edges.

"Hey! Lady, over here!" she called. It was perhaps a bit more harsh than she might like, but not outright mean, more like one might expect from someone who was trying to prove something. She had an image she absolutely needed to keep up, after all, not for her rookery-siblings but her family. Xensu took a moment to look over the food that was available, before placing her order in a similar tone. "An extra large pizza, please. Pepperoni and sausage, maybe add some pineapple to it too. And make it snappy."

The pizza didn't take very long to arrive at all, and Xensu wouldn't be surprised if it had been created by some sort of culinary dragon working behind the scenes. She brought it triumphantly away from the carts, pausing for a moment. There were two dragons in the shadows, not far away from this food cart. Dropping the pizza for a moment, Xensu turned excitedly back to Twig, gesturing to them with one of her forearms. One was unfamiliar- perhaps she had heard that voice while still in the shell- but she definitely knew another. "Look, Twig! That's my brother over there, Oknarel. Another cousin of yours. Do you want to go over and say hello?"

Xensu hardly waited for an answer, before picking up her pizza again and taking a few steps over to where the other two dragons were. "Oknarel! It's so good to see you out of the shell. And... You," Xensu hesitated for a moment, before puffing herself up a bit and spreading her wings out as if to try and make herself more intimidating to Misuto. Oh, perhaps Oknarel wouldn't be able to recognize her either. "It's me, Fire Xensuneos. Your sister." She blinked a little and almost scolded herself. Oknarel, even if he didn't recognize her out of the egg, was likely aware of her situation already. She forced herself to look confident, and opened up the pizza she had brought over. "Have you eaten, yet? I got this for myself, but there's plenty to share."

She was obviously addressing Oknarel rather than Misuto, and even cast a few somewhat anxious glances at the spirit wyrmling, who seemed to be simply staring with an unreadable expression. Xensu recognized her, in some way, although she couldn't quite remember how. There was a brief flash of worry, then Xensu calmed herself. No, surely Misuto would say something if she knew.

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Sonnuk probably wouldn't have resisted had she attempted to grab him, or otherwise actually 'take control' of the situation, so far as he was concerned she seemed like a good dragon... She was just having difficulty doing the right thing for some reason, and it was pretty hard for him to figure out why. He did however, realize that he was probably far more optimistic than she, so maybe that had something to do with it. For a moment he thought she was snapping out of it when she examined the camera, but he shrugged and looked around. "Piece of cake!" He answered easily, sounding confident enough even though he had no idea how one would go about doing so. He could probably ask War, or any of the other techs to help with that.

He moved a little closer to the ice dragon when the fire dragon emerged though, the tips of his wings nearly brushing against her side, at this point it was abundantly clear he was doing so on purpose. If she were knocked out there was a decent chance she might take him out by falling alone- they were vastly different sizes after all. He didn't pipe up though, just grinned a bit and zipped over to the other side of Venria for a moment to look at the others that were somewhat defrosting now. The tech looked kind of funny with all that snow on it. It didn't look like it was doing much of anything at the moment, which was... Good.

"Ack, giving me the cold shoulder already? Maybe I'll just S-stay here." He began to practically vibrate in the air as it got colder, though it was hard to tell as he zipped around her a few times before deciding maybe moving away was in his best interest. "Okay-okay, be s-safe!" He darted away and was gone in a flash, not long before she suddenly unleashed the storm around herself. The small blue dragon landed on the muzzle of the fire-lion-dragon, warming its hands and such with the firey mane... And also being close enough that it probably wouldn't belch fire or the like at the uncooperative ice dragon.

The storm that shot up did conceal her enough that it made it difficult for most to pinpoint her location, although at least a couple dragons that were approaching to deal with the situation could care less about a little ice and snow. One in particular was a dream dragon that intended to put Venria to sleep-in the none-lethal way, but as it was signaled to do so, the fire dragons gesture was inadvertently caught by someone else that was wandering over to see what was going on. The lightning/earth titan that had apparently decided it was his job to run around doing random things for whoever needed it at the time. He wasn't getting into everything thankfully, but was keeping himself busy tending to various places around the hatchery.

When he mistakenly saw the hand signals to 'catch' or subdue Venria he sprung into action, disrupting the dream dragons concentration as it yipped and jumped away from a titanic foot that suddenly was beside it. There was a gasp from many of the dragons nearby that was not expecting the sudden appearance, although half of the others were likely face-palming or groaning at his impulsiveness.

Thalron seemed oblivious to the groaning or attempts to get him to just let them deal with it though, and tilted his head as he eyed the storm. It was like a calm winter breeze to him though, he could sense bits of her elements, and the energy that flowed through her body despite the frost that was flung about her. He thought it was rather pretty, really. If it wasn't causing such a stir he'd have just told the others to leave her up there, but it was putting some of the heating units into overdrive, and agitating everyone around for some reason. He wasn't yet aware of the situation that had transpired with the egg though, or perhaps he'd be acting a bit less oblivious... Maybe...

He let out a puff of air as he peered into the storm, then tilted his head this way, then that, his large golden eyes visible faintly through the storm. They narrowed slowly, and then he suddenly lunged forward. Sparks came off his scales, and danced across the massive teeth that closed in on the dragon, the energy possibly shocking but not too damaging as it arced across Venria. The much more frightening thing was the fact that most of her body was within his jaws, or pinned between teeth that could easily sever her into several pieces if the titan so much as sneezed.

He didn't plan on chewing, though if she continued to spew ice he would definitely make the threat of that possibility more evident. Someone needed a time out, so he turned, and began to walk towards the more massive dragon entrance/exit to the hatchery.


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Averon was practically asleep after watching the movie for awhile, the various hatchings and such going on around him were interesting but he didn't feel like any of them were going to be interested in him so he'd just drifted off... Occasionally the bright lights, or vivid sounds roused him but other than the cursory comment on it he would just drift off again, either into actual sleep or just the vague detached from the world state he sometimes went into. The only time he really seemed to tense up a bit and watch was when the Mirror dragon hatched, his eyes tracked it carefully as it moved across the sands, and he let out a relieved breath when it bonded to fae.

It wasn't like he needed more mirror creatures to bug him, especially... well, it didn't matter now, there weren't any others around that he had seen either in egg form or hatch. It was possible he missed some, but if he did, they also missed him so all was still... The same in the world. Good enough, he supposed. Averon was a little bit startled when Edasel showed up and spoke to him, stretching and moving off of Idazon, flying over to land on the other centaur's shoulder. "I didn't get you mixed up, he was closer, and I didn't know if you'd be here after hearing the whole not-bonding thing. I know I would have taken off if someone told me it was pointless to stay." he said with a grin.

Once the centaur stopped moving Averon flew off and landed as a human again, stretching his arms and legs and etc, he looked... Like he hadn't brushed his hair, or done much of any of a morning routine before arriving. He straightened his coat, and sort of wobbled where he stood before sitting down. He took the first box and opened it, about to dig in when suddenly it was taken away from him again to get swapped... He stared at Edasel suspiciously, he knew that the contents of the two boxes smelled almost the same, from the time in his dwarf dragon form... Why the sudden switch up? He was leery of some sort of prank or such, but not enough to resist just opening it again.

Whatever he was expecting, it was not a extra tiny dragon in his takeout box, it was still slick and shiny from hatching, and with a quick glance he could see the remnants of egg shell bits in the box. Bento? And the food was from the Midons... So... Either they were giving out prizes, or someone had made a terrible mistake. "Oh, uh, nice to meet you." He felt the small crystal form on his chest as the dwarf dragon touched him, then pulled out a colorful napkin from a pocket, cleaning off the dwarf dragon before scooping up the small thing and sticking it mostly inside of his shirt so it wasn't clinging so tightly to the outside.

Bento made some happy noises as he was accepted by the human, chirping and purring and such, then began to whine a little bit. "Bento is hungry!" it seemed to focus intently for a moment, then several pieces of tempura covered shrimp and vegetables appeared... Which immediately fell, one ending up inside the humans shirt and a few others Averon barely managed to catch. He had a somewhat... Pained expression as Bento retrieved the very hot piece of food from deeper in the shirt and began to munch on it happily. "....Ah... Well, you are a very talented little chef. What elements you have?" he asked as the dwarf dragon made it back up to peer out the neck of his shirt.

It was a minute before the small critter responded, as it took awhile for it to finish eating the giant (to it) piece of shrimp. "Culinary! And... Uhmm... Others too!" It answered oh-so helpfully, as if Culinary was the one that might be in question. Averon just rolled his eyes and pet the small critter, offering it some more of the conjured food, which it happily accepted. He had to wonder where that food came from- but at least his dwarf didn't appear to be made out of food... He was pretty sure anyways... Or perhaps it just hadn't created it around itself yet.


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Painful though the mental turmoil was, closer to the source of her discomfort was where Amneros was needed most. She bounded forward, leaving wisps of smoke in the wake of delicate claws before her attention was briefly drawn elsewhere. Just a peek, perhaps. All eyes turned to look in one direction as her head briefly disappeared, leaving behind just a decapitated body as the edges of her neck smoldered in shadowy ribbons. How curious, really. Satisfied with what she could see, her head returned to this reality; properly upon her neck where it belonged.

Perhaps this could be salvaged.

Many eyes searched across the grounds, the myriad of rainbows searching out familiar old souls. Her pupils pinned with excitement and recognition as she found those ancients that Amneros sought among the assembled crowd.

What is done can be undone.
Amnero’s voice lilted softly through the minds of many familiar faces, and one other; Talix, Irasotiel, Ambros and Misuto could all feel her mental presence.

Though I suggest haste. I am not certain I can reach him before he...turns.
the desire to slink off and play through the otherness nagged at the back of her mind as Amneros wended her way through the gathered crowd

Most of her eyes closed and left her form shrouded in inky darkness once again. The mental pressure that exuded from Chyropter was simply too powerful to stare at while so close. Nevermind that. With a soft chuff, Amneros gently pressed her muzzle against his fur before sliding across his form with a firm pressure. Her body felt cold, almost frictionless against the batlike dragon’s pelt as she nosed upward towards his ear.

Youre a hero you know,
her tone was not mocking.You spared your hatchmate a similar fate. Do not despair.
Amneros’ dared to open a few of her eyes as she scanned the crowd for where Chyropter’s rider had once stood. They could fix this if they were careful about it.

Its not fair is it? Always the savior, but never when it matters most to you. Fate is such a fickle mistress.
Her tail lashed behind her. No doubt, the dragon beneath her was still reeling. It was hard to gauge whether or not her words were reaching him at all. But it doesnt have to be this way. She can be saved, the timeline does exist.
Amneros explained.Is it worth compromising her safety a second time? No one else needs to get hurt. Shadows wisped from Amneros form as she gently crafted possibilities from dreamstuff. The anger within Chyropter erupted from the hatching grounds, leaving many dead and broken bodies in one, before the imagery shifted to the calming presence of old friends working to soothe the beast. The last however, revealed Chyro with his rider, whole again; at peace.

Any one of these futures may come to pass, Chyropter.
Amneros pulled away as several of her eyes dared to flicker open, just to see. Choose wisely and perhaps you may be at peace.
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Vee stared at her as he explained his misgivings, bringing the fries back closer to herself. She could understand the food not settling well with his stomach. She honestly wasn't a huge fan of overly rich or fatty fried foods, but the craving did hit her every now and then, like it had that morning. And she could only imagine that if she wasn't that huge of a fan of it, then someone who seemed much more... natural-oriented than herself would downright hate it. She gave him an encouraging smile, also understanding his longing for home. She missed her own, small apartment, and she was still in the same city! He was thousands of miles away, in a strange place with strange people. Of course he would have misgivings.

But before she could voice that opinion, or agree with Serenade, who hummed a musical agreement to Renezneth's words concerning their homeland, she was caught off-guard by the centaur's next question and by his intense stare. She blinked slowly, then resumed staring right back up at him, a light blush covering her cheeks. Where did she plan on going after graduation? She had promised to visit him, if she had the dragon and means to do so, but his wording made it seem like he was looking for a more permanent answer, not just where she was going to visit, outside of him, as she had promised.

"Where?" She repeated softly after a moment, then turned and looked at Serenade. The dragon peered right back to her, not breaking eye contact, though there was laughter dancing in her eyes. Vee didn't get the feeling that the dragon was amused at her predicament, but more so that she was happily content at the answer that she knew was coming. After another moment, she gave a not-so-subtle nod, and Vee turned back to Aloran, smiling lightly.

"We will go wherever we are most needed," she replied. "By those who need us the most." She gave him a pointed look to accent her words, but was interrupted by any further explanation when there was suddenly feelers of some sort in her face and some of her fries were taken. Had she not been so shocked by the sudden appearance of the bee dragon, she probably would have given the thief an amused lecture, but as it was, it appeared that the dragon, who had introduced herself as Vespa, had paid her back for the fires in the form of candies, though Vee had no idea when they had been given to her. She had to admit, though, she was awfully cute.

Greetings Vespa, the dragon crooned to the newcomer. She flicked her tail gently against Renezneth, allowing it to wrap around the male's. You're looking quite lovely. Feel free to get some food from the carts across the way and join us, won't you? We'd love to have your company.

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Any normal dragon would have just sauntered up to the food carts and ordered their food. Not Oknarel. He never did anything straightforward. It hadn't in the past and he wasn't about to start now. So after his slinking through the shadows to get to the food carts, he then proceeded to lower himself as close to the sands as he could and almost slither behind the food carts. He took the cooks by surprise, but instead of saying anything to him, they just stood and stared at him. He paused and turned to stare back at them until they felt uncomfortable enough to go back to their tasks. Then he struck.

Beef, turkey, ham, he grabbed it all. None of that salad mess, just the meat. A great villain needed their protein to grow, and since all he ever did was hurt others, a great villain he must grow into. So it had been for many lifetimes, and so, it would seem, it was meant to continue. He did pause long enough to grab a large slice of apple pie -even villains needed their rewards- before sneaking of with his high-piled plate in the same manner as he'd approached the carts.

Once back in the shadows, he curled up around his plate as if it was a precious prize and started eating rather elegantly. Given his earlier freak out, one might have expected him to just jump face-first into his meat, ripping it apart. Quite simply, that was not his way. It was too messy, and wasted too much food. That would irk him more than he would let on. You didn't waste food. And if you had to be in the view of all watching, you put on a good face. He was well aware that he was not as safely hidden in the shadows as he would like, and he also knew that ripping the meet apart would call more attention to himself than eating like a dignified individual, and his coloring already called enough attention to himself as it was.

He was mulling this over in his mind when his attention was diverted by someone calling out to him. To him?! he stared at the other dragon blankly as she rambled, feeling that he knew her somehow, and then -ah yes, the introduction. It was his sister. They'd talked now and then in the shell, and he had nothing against her. She felt a bit.... squishy, in his opinion, but that was her own issue to deal with, not his. Though she did bring that stick of a cousin over, and that he did have a problem with.

Or rather, he normally would have, but for some reason, this time, he didn't mind. Actually, oddly enough, when that little scrap of a dragon came over, he felt a good deal more relaxed. He searched for a reason why, but couldn't. It wasn't that he felt any real affection for the thing, but still...

I'm just now in the process of eating, Xensuneos. He told her, gesturing down to his plate, which was hidden by his other arm being wrapped protectively around it. Go eat yours and gain your strength.

Though his words were short, and to others may have felt a bit sharp, there was a touch of warmth to them, aimed at his sister. He knew well the predicament that rested inside her, and while he would do everything to keep her at arm's length, so that no harm would come to her from him, he would also make sure that any that came after her due to her secret would pay. Oh, they would live, he would see to that. But they would surely long for the peace of death after he finished with them. They would learn not to mess with his family, especially not his sister....

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Twig's attention had been drawn away from Marcus by a voice. While he still kept his posture, curled on the sand beside the fallen attendant, he moved his eyes to find the one that had called out to him, had asked him about the food. He didn't have to search long, as she appeared to be right beside him, a larger hatchling with what appeared to be a fire element, though thankfully, there was no active fire dancing about her now. He sat up as she introduced herself and cocked his head to the side.

Xensuneos. He remembered her. There had been a decent number of conversations in-shell. He'd liked her immensely. She acted tough, but underneath, there was a heart of gold, even if there was something causing conflict within her.

He nosed at Marcus one last time, checking to make sure he really was all right, before turning his attention fully towards her. Hi hi! Xensuneos is so big and pretty! Twig can take you to food. There's lots and lots~! Coffee dragon over that way make delicious drinks but has been busy, busy. Best get food this way for now. He told her as he led her towards the food carts. While he would have loved another cup of coffee and to converse with the culinary dragons once more, he also did not wish to overwhelm them. They were just hatched, as he was, afterall!

Once they had approached the carts, he sat a little ways off, allowing her to make her order. He had eaten his fill earlier, with the coffee and cookies, and while he could certainly eat more if he was offered, he felt it only fair to allow everyone else to get food before he went in for seconds. While she was ordering, he set to work making a little gift for her, feeling that she needed the cheering up. It looked just like the pendants he usually made but this was more of a sculpture, though it was small and quickly made. It had been simple enough to make, as it was shaped like a flame, but still somehow looked like it had taken hours to make.

He'd decided to give it to her when she returned, but upon said return she had immediately picked out her brother in the shadows and was off to see him. Twig trailed behind her, perfectly happy to meet more family, even if it was the one who'd caused the ruckus with Marcus. He knew this one wouldn't take to his affections as warmly as Xenu had, but he followed along anyway, flame sculpture in one of his smaller front limbs.

He'd not talked with Oknarel much in the shell, if at all, but he could tell a good number of things about him already. The main thing was that deep down, somewhere deep inside the male dragon, there was caring. Maybe not for all things, like Twig himself, but it was there. And it appeared that one of those things he cared for was the female dragon beside him. When he spoke to her, his voice held a touch of affection and Twig was happy. The love between siblings was perfect, and it warmed Twig immensely to witness the bond between the two, even if he was the only one who could see it for what it was. He would wait to give his gift to her when the moment was over. For now, he was content with just watching the siblings interact.

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She stood in the back, in the shadows as she often did. Truth be told it wasn't that difficult to miss her anyway; she was hardly the most imposing elf to ever set foot on the sands. That made it difficult for her to directly see what was going on and forced her to rely on the large screens overhead, where the events of the hatching were being played out for all to watch. Not that she cared. Moriel had no interest in bonding (well, maybe a little but she wasn't exactly cut out for military life), and was more concerned about how she was going to get herself out of this mess and away from Aesulla while everyone was distracted by partying.

That and the strange murmuring sounds she kept hearing overhead. 'Hearing' was maybe not the best way to put it, honestly. The ceiling was far too high for her to hear anything less than a shout from that direction, but there was a... a whisper, almost. A slithering sound in the darkness that was more magical than audble, something that tugged at her innate elemental abilities with shadows. Maybe that was the only reason why she was aware when the creature above hatched. She didn't hear the cracking of shell but felt the surge in power, which made her look up just in time to see the shell of an egg come barreling down toward one Kirhok Doomhammer.

Kirhok was on his own. Moriel couldn't have moved him if she had three of herself to help out. But the kid standing in front of her, a human boy who barely looked like he was old enough to be away from home by himself? He was definitely small enough for her to shove out of the way when bits of shrapnel from the exploding egg hailed down upon the candidates. And shove she did; a quick dart forward, an even quicker and definitely not gentle push that sent him sprawling--

Something was wrong. Moriel wasn't sure what it was as she stumbled back into the shadows, but she fell off. Not light-headed but suddenly fuzzy, like her head was in the clouds. Her fingers tingled and even though she was breathing it didn't feel like she was taking in air. She looked down--was that blood? It seemed far too dark to be blood, more like a strange liquid miasma that was creeping out of her chest and staining the pristine white of her uniform. That was...

Cold

She didn't feel it when her back hit the ground, didn't hear the commotion around her.

Dark

Everything faded from the outside in, and she was vaguely aware of the shadows coalescing around her as she fought to take them, to instinctively hide herself from whatever was going on.

Then nothing.

Light

Chyropter, Irasotiel; tag Eiadris, Atomeron, Amneros (all briefly)

Chyropter stood and watched as various healers and helpers descended on Marcus, working to make right the damage that Oknarel had caused. Ambrosolariel healed the wounded leg quite neatly, which allowed the bat-like hatchling to finally release his own powers on the newly made stump. Warmestrange's assurances that his procedure was going to hurt earned a low but otherwise weak growl; Marcus was going to survive, and he needed new limbs regardless. And yet, as he watched...

There was something wrong.

Marcus was in pain, that much was obvious. He tried to hide it, but there was no hiding that sort of agony from a newly bonded dragon. Chyropter should have felt every little needle prick, the fusion of flesh into metal and bone, the heat that nearly boiled Marcus' skin in some places. But, as his panic wore off, some of the shadowy tendrils receding, he felt absolutely nothing. He couldn't even feel the delerious tug of Marcus' mind now that his initial terror over the man's fatal injuries had subsided. But surely it wasn't... it wasn't possible...

And then she came, the warrior bird of metal and flesh who moved like a predator claiming its kill. She was not cruel but neither was she kind, her words striking him like a hammer's blow and leaving his head spinning. Chyropter backed away slowly, his movements stilted and unnatural. He wanted to fight, to argue, but that was not his crystal on Marcus' chest. There was no more panic or fear or pain from the human in his mind, only a sense of emptiness that he had known and lived with for far too many lifetimes.

He was too late.

He didn't seem to hear Atomeron when the newly hatched Inferno offered him comfort, his gaze cast down unseeing to the sand below. Faint tremors began to shiver through his body, the sonic clicks in his throat so fast that they were nearly inaudible to everyone else, and if anyone was paying attention they might see the growing darkness that was gathering beneath him. Someone apparently did; Amneros approached, speaking softly and rubbing her body against his like a cat, trying to mitigate what was coming. Her words were both bitter and honeyed, condemnation and comfort, and her visions were but the ghosts of dreams. He didn't want her or her comfort, the empty promises. He wanted... he wanted...

Chyropter tore away from her with a snarl, his low slung body scurrying over the sand with alarming speed. He was heading for the smell of new, different blood, blood that did not belong to Marcus or any of those around him. When he was about halfway there it appeared as though he tripped, the young bat sprawling out on his belly.

The thing that rose in his place was not Chyropter. One winged forelimb reached out to pull himself upright, but it was made only of bone and sinew and darkness. As it dragged his carcass forward his skin peeled away with a sickening, wet slurch that left muscle and tissue lying in a bloody pile in the sand. Chyropter's skeleton rose from the carnage shrouded in shadows, blood oozing from between his ribs and from his empty eyes. He tossed his head back and howled, a sound filled with rage and agony that was carried on a vast multitude of wailing, gibbering voices that could not have possibly come from his own throat.

He darted forward again, the carrion he left behind thankfully beginning to decompose and evaporate into wisps of darkness almost immediately. If Eiadris was still standing near the large bloodstain when Chyropter arrived he'd find himself on the receiving end of a toothy snarl and an angry swipe of one wing. The shadowy beast didn't even bother to see if he hit the half-dragon or not, instead lowering his head to examine the blood with a softer, but no less haunting and horrifying sound. It bounced off of those around him and returned images to help him see, to discern the presence of shrouded bodies hidden in the darkness beyond where the candidates stood.

It was to these bodies that he went. One was clearly the remains of Oknarel's doomed rider, and the other... Chyropter snuffled it gently, tendrils of shadowy darkness pulling the blood-stained sheet away. She was small enough on her own but here, the life gone from her, she seemed diminuitive and frail. Chyropter moaned and nudged her, but she was cold and stiff and unresponsive.

He was too late.

Chyropter threw back his head and screamed again, the multitudinous voices howling and chattering his torment. Darkness pooled around him until Moriel's body was almost completely hidden in the mist, tendrils and amoeba-like arms licking from the edges of the unnatural fog. He was not safe to approach, and in spite of Amneros' intentions it looked as if the worst of her visions was about to come true.

A light descended into the clearing made by scattered candidates. Irasotiel had heard the young wyrmling's words and debated the wisdom of acting on them. Fate was indeed a fickle mistress, and hers was not the job of changing it. The visions that Amneros had shown, however, were compelling. If things progressed as they appeared they were bound to, then many more lives were going to be needlessly lost. Perhaps there might be repercussions further down the road, but you saw more ripples when you cast many stones. It was easier to ride the waves of one disturbance than of a dozen.

The Seraph did not speak when she stepped closer to Chyropter, her staff held loosely in one hand before she set it aside. She simply hummed, softly at first, a quiet song to soothe the savage beast. He growled, blood oozing from between his teeth as he took a menacing step forward, but she showed no fear in the face of his misery. The gentle aura that glowed around her form brightened slightly as she stepped into the miasmic shadows he created, the darkness evaporating where it brushed against the shielding light. Irasotiel's humming grew into soft words in an ancient tongue, words of peace and calming made to ease the aches of a tormented soul.

It worked. It was slow, at first, and for a brief few minutes it looked as if Chyropter might attack the Seraph who dared to approach him and his fallen rider. But the soft aura she radiated and the gentle lyrics of her song finally silenced his keening threats. When she reached Moriel's side, Ira carefully knelt down next to her, a wave of her hand dismissing the lingering darkness that crowded around the body. The elf had been dead for a time now, but not so long that it was impossible to bring her back. First, however, her wounds needed to be healed.

Without a lull in her song Ira brought her hand to rest over the wound above Moriel's heart. The shard had pierced deeply but the cut was clean; there was little damage to the heart itself, thankfully. A gentle application of force was all that was needed to draw the shrapnel slowly from the wound it had caused, the shell carefully tucked away where Chyropter was not able to see it. Mending the wound itself was only slightly more difficult, though Moriel was always going to bear a scar as a reminder of what happened. Then came warmth, a healing light that spread through her body to wipe away the damage death had begun to inflict on her, to help replenish blood and then, after a minute or two...

A heartbeat. Chyropter heard it immediately, much of the rest of the darkness around him vanishing, the blood dripping from his eyes slowing its pace. He crept forward to nose at the body again, felt it growing warmer and more malleable as blood began to flow through it once more. He did not flinch when Irasotiel reached out to place her other hand gently against the pale bone of his skull; seeking out a specific soul could be a time consuming process, and it helped when one had some sort of link or anchor to aid them. It was true that Chyropter and Moriel had yet to bond in this life, and that in many lives before they were also denied it, but the link between them was undeniable.

Silence fell over them for several long moments, broken only by the gentle words of the healer's song. As the minutes ticked by, Chyropter was lulled into a sense of calm peace, and soon he began to revert. It was a much less abhorrent transition than the previous one, though still unsettling by far; it was as if his body went through the stages of decomposition in reverse, tendon and muscle and skin slowly growing back over his exposed skeleton until he was wholly himself again. He was trembling and weak from his exertions but he refused to move, watching and waiting with wide, hopeful eyes.

There was no grand flash of light, though those present who were capable of seeing a soul in its natural form might take note of the bright wisp that formed just above Moriel's unmoving body. On her chest, however, just above where the scar now marked her heart, a dark and glittering crystal slowly formed. Chyropter tensed, sucked in a breath--and then Moriel gasped audibly, her eyes snapping open before she sat halfway up and stopped, shocked by the beings hovering over her.

"... you?" His voice was quiet, trembling, and full of a painful sort of hope like he didn't quite dare to believe that this was real. "Is it... is it you? Is it really you?"

Moriel didn't answer. She gawped at him, confused, which was understandable. One moment she'd been dead and the next she was not, but he felt it. He felt her confusion, her surprise, the dawning recognition that something had happened to her even if she didn't really know or remember what or why. But he felt it, he knew her, knew who she was and her name--

"Moriel! It IS you, it's you, it's you!..."

With a heaving sob Chyropter collapsed on top of her, burying his face against her chest before he wrapped her up in his arms and wings in a tight, weeping cocoon. Her task complete, Irasotiel stood and stepped away, turning her back to the newly bonded pair and spreading her wings so that they might shield them and offer some semblance of privacy.

"If someone would be so kind as to bring him something to eat," she said, addressing no one in particular and anyone who cared to be of assistance. "I am certain it would be welcome. Chryopter will need to regain his strength after his ordeal."

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It wasn’t like Jack to be silent and still for such a long period of time. She was not asleep and she was not nose deep in a book. The assembled choir of seraphs, though beautiful, did not hold her attention as one might have thought. For a wing chaplain she was quite sedate. She did not require any affirmation of Selhanzilael’s presence; Jack had met her first hand many years ago. Iviera briefly inquired as to whether or not she was feeling well, but such concerns were quickly swept away with gentle assurance. There was nothing to worry about at all.

She was watching something.

It slinked in the shadows along the edge of the hatching grounds, but every now and then a wisp of familiar light escaped its tortured form. It took everything that Jack had to keep from exposing the shadowy figure. Hunched as it was, she could tell that it did not wish to be seen, or, if it did, it was very reluctant to be discovered. What this familiar form did not remember however, was that Jack’s vision was perfectly viable regardless of the presence of light. She knew who it was, but she said nothing and continued to watch out of the corner of her eye. Her attention was only largely interrupted by the hatching of Chrono’s singular egg. The ice wyrmling’s destiny however, was not much of a mystery following the events of Gauge’s intervention during the touching. She watched as he chanced the ambulatory tree limb across the grounds before finding his bond before returning to her self appointed sentry duty. There, she watched, silent and waiting.

“Jack, are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been awfully quiet.” Chrono briefly nudged her rider as she tried to follow her gaze. “What have you been looking at?” she could feel Jack’s mind percolating in thought, but her rider could be positively cryptic when she wished. It was a frustrating talent, particularly considering Jack’s talent for picking up strange objects.

“I promise I’m fine. As for what I’m watching well, I have a feeling we will see soon enough.” Jack assured her bonded with a gentle pat.

Resigned to her fate as it was, Chrono gave a huff and returned her attention towards watching her newly hatched son as he settled into life with his bonded partner. She was not sure what to make of the match, but he seemed happy enough; perhaps they were well suited to one another and she simply couldn’t see it. Only time would tell, they were both very new to this life. Her attention was not drawn away again until the arrival of the first seraph upon the sands. The Ambrosolariel was regarded with some some suspicion, but it was again, not enough to draw Jack’s full attention away from watching the lurker in the darkness.

He was finally coming closer.

"....Hello,....I heard you have been looking for me,..."

“Good heavens!” It was Chrono who spoke up first, completely disregarding Lucia’s comment about her hatchling. She craned her neck over to see what had become of the Seraph’s form. Now that he was within view of everyone, the tinge of infection was unmistakable in the air. “You look positively awful...what happened?” She did not mean to berate the broken seraph, but keeping her concerns contained was a touch difficult given Luciacreshtiel’s present state. Without delay, Iviera slipped away from the group to fetch a hatching assistant to come and tend to Lucia’s wounds.

“Were you going to hide in the shadows for the entire hatching, Lucia?” Jack piped up. “I’ve been watching you for hours.” She offered the broken dragon a small smile before rummaging through one of her saddle bags and pulling out a small tin. “It’s not very big, but I have some chocolate covered peanut brittle if you’d come and sit with us. Please?” If the seraph wanted to be rejected, he would need to find someone else to do it.
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Aletheia had been watching the hatching with great interest since it began. She had not directly witnessed one and after seeing it while in the Hatchery, and on the sands no less, watching it on a television was no comparison. She did not expect to bond and so hung back to where she still had a good view of everything but didn’t push forward to be on the front line in some hope that a dragon seeing her would suddenly decide it wanted to bond to her. She was here to experience the wonders and the horrors as they unfolded around her. Joy, despair and agony seemed to run rampant and all were a part of it. It was fascinating to see the faces of those who had been chosen, they were all so different in their reactions.

During a calm moment she visited the Culinary dragons and got herself a drink from the one called Baristra who had bonded to Nox. Congratulating her former fellow candidate she slipped out of the crowd that had gathered around them enjoying the amazing drink she had been served and waited for the next exciting hatching. The wyrmlings were magnificent and incredible and many made her wonder the future of the world if such dragons were being sent to them. They had all known of the great Seraphic egg of judgement, indeed she had touched it herself. But the blazing dragon that hatched from one of the Life eggs brought hope with it as well.

Thinking back to what the Seraph egg had told her she thought on what it had meant to be true to herself. She had always been a wanderer in her life, truly since before she had been born. She had been raised among the centaurs before their discovery by the outer world, she had traveled to all the known lands, even into Nondir for a time. Yet she felt she knew more about the world she had seen than she knew about herself. Her thoughts were broken up as darkness once again seemed to settle on the Hatchery, dark clouds blocking what little light had been filtering through the ceiling. It was hard to see much of anything until a bright moon appeared above them casting its silvery light upon them all.

She felt like she could stare at that light forever, its silvery moonbeams washing over them made her long for the wilds once more. The lively city of Aesulla was grand in its own way but she always preferred the open sky unobstructed by buildings and especially the night sky. Movement caught her eye and finally looking away from the Moon in the sky she watched the hatchling that had caused it. The halos above her head showed her to be the Fate egg and she seemed to be using them to navigate through the crowd of candidates. She watched with interest as it seemed the candidate she was looking for was somewhere nearby and she’d get to watch the bonding up close. Excited chatter rose up around her as the needle on the halo compass pointed in their direction. Pointed directly at her. She looked up into the glowing blue eyes of the wyrmling as her muzzle was lowered and pushed into her chest. She sat there speechless as she felt the crystal forming, a link suddenly between her and this ancient soul that stood before her.

"Aletheia, there you are! I have been looking all over for you, though I suppose I'm a little late. I almost went on a mysterious adventure without you! But such an adventure beyond will have to wait til much, much later. You and I have important things to do in this world yet. I can see you don't remember me,....I'm Shiruba! The Moon Bearer! We'll guide the others to lands unknown!"

She found herself raising her hand to touch Shiruba, Her soulmate, her hand touching the softest fur she had ever felt. Suddenly the words of the Seraph clicked in her mind. To stay true to herself was to do what she did best! To travel, to explore, to help guide others. That missing piece of herself and her purpose was suddenly filled by Shiruba and she hugged her muzzle as relief and joy filled her.

”You Better not have gone on an adventure without me. I’d have to track you down myself!” She pulled back and looked up into Shiruba’s eyes, the only constant she wanted in her life.

"Don't worry I won't leave you behind! Though I think our first adventure should be to get some food! I'm starving and I can tell you are too."

She nudged Aletheia to stand up and guided them to where the other wyrmlings were eating sitting on her haunches while she looked over what the chefs were cooking for others. Aletheia realized she was indeed starving, having gotten herself a drink but no food yet that day, and what a day it had been so far. Not really feeling a desire for anything particular Shiruba told the chef to bring whatever was easily on hand. Aletheia leaned her back against the soft fluffy foreleg of her bonded and sighed happily as they found a place to sit down. This feeling of being bonded it was something that could not be described. She had watched the faces of many while they had bonded but ones face could not truly show what was being felt in the mind. She could feel Shiruba rumble happily through her back and through the connection their minds shared.

”How will we know where to guide people?” She asked tucking into her food as it was delivered.

"That is something you will learn over time. I will show you! But for now we must grow strong so we are ready when the time comes."

She felt like she wanted to go right then, climb on the back of her dragon and explore the unknown. But there was still much to learn here in Aesulla, she had learned much about dragons through her candidacy but now she got to learn about Shiruba and what they were capable of. She felt confident, she knew what her path was as if it was clearly laid out in front of her, guided by the Halos of Shiruba. But first, this food was really good and she was very hungry.
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As Oknarel slinked off to eat, Misuto watched the happenings with Marcus and Chyropter with some amount of interest. How interesting, the Infernos. She remembered them from more recent lifetimes, although they had never been very large in number. The Spirit wondered for a moment if maybe they were going to help. She watched rather absentmindedly as the lovely pink and black wyrmling moved Chyropter out of the way and... oh? Misuto wouldn't have expected Chyropter to even think about moving away from his rider. Then the Inferno moved to touch Marcus's chest, and... Well, the Spirit couldn't remember that ever happening before.

More likely than not, her presence would be needed. But Misuto noticed Oknarel had returned, and apparently not far behind him was a fire wyrmling, rather small for her element even at hatching. The spirit turned to fix her with an unreadable expression, looking her own from nose to tailtip. She was familiar, vaguely so, although Misuto couldn't quite remember the name. She wasn't from the First Hatching, she couldn't be, Misuto would definitely have remembered if that were the case. The spirit took a step back as the fire's pizza box was placed on the floor, and cast her gaze back. There was Twig, she recognized him, the lovely ancient dragon that was simply too pure for this world.

Another familiar presence came into Misuto's mind, and she recognized it immediately. Amneros, the All-Seeing. If Misuto's memory was long and vivid, Amneros put her to shame. Seeing where the Mental/Dream was standing and what was going on with Chyropter, it was not very difficult to realize what had happened. Misuto hardly gave Oknarel and Xensu another glance before she had lifted herself into the air, facing the direction of the bat-like dragon. "I am sorry for the departure," she said. "Farewell, for now."

She had little doubt about what had happened, or why Amneros called Misuto and the others specifically to try and deal with what had happened. Ancient life dragons, one a high-ranking seraph, a seraphic healer, and an ancient spirit dragon. That was no coincidence. Besides, it was hard to believe Chyropter would choose the wrong rider if they were alive.

Misuto had brought back the dead before. There were many factors that she had to consider before performing such a thing, however. What sort of body would they have to return to? There was no point in calling a soul back to a body if they were simply going to die immediately afterwards, after all. Never before had Misuto dragged back a soul after they had passed, and it was not something she was planning on. There were too many risks, and after that point, it was bordering on directly ordering a soul to do something, taking control of them. It was something Misuto was certainly more than capable of, but something she was absolutely unwilling to do. Yet another thing to consider was whether it was simply better to let them die. Death was not a punishment, and so rarely was there a reason to bring back someone that had lived a full life. Sometimes it was simply the will of fate.

But this could be undone, Amneros had said so. Still, questions remained. There were immediate concerns about what Chyropter could do should his rider remain dead, and Misuto could vividly recall what had previously happened when he was upset enough. Still, there could be far-reaching consequences, and Misuto preferred not to toy with such things without knowing what could happen. Sometimes she was granted visions of the future by spirits from beyond, but the wyrmling didn't have time to find a spirit that might be willing. So rarely were the visions clear, anyways, it would take even more time trying to interpret them than the time it would take for a vision to come to begin with. No, blind action was the best choice, now.

Chyropter was in his other form, Misuto could tell. It wasn't a surprise to her. Still, there was no reason to risk herself to try and fix this. The spirit wyrmling allowed her body to fade out of physical existence, becoming more ghostly once again. At some point after approaching Oknarel, she had returned the white glow only to her chest, and her body was mostly dark once again. She blended in very well with the shadows, apart from the spirit tendrils all around her.

The wyrmling did not arrive particularly quickly, but she could see the seraphic already on the scene. Immediately, all she felt was relief. Perhaps Misuto could've brought back the spirit, especially with the aid of Ambrosolariel or Talixarra, but she didn't exactly want to test her power only hours after hatching. However, Irasotiel's body had had time to mature and grow in power since her soul had arrived in the world, even the rest of theirs had not. That would make it much, much easier. It might make it safer for the wyrmlings, too.

Misuto watched from a distance as the seraphic healer went about her work, some of the actions familiar. And then, life had returned to the body. Misuto could see it from Chyropter's movements, his eagerness to approach, how his body looked less horrific. The spirit dragon knew what was to come next, and so softly, walking almost silently across the sands, she strode to stand alongside Irasotiel as the seraphic went about her work. Her body had become physical once more. Carefully, so as to not disturb Irasotiel's work, Misuto touched her tail to one of the seraph's legs, and gently placed a front leg on the body of the would-be rider. Finding a soul, even if Irasotiel was perfectly capable of it, could be a tedious process, and it was Misuto's specialty after all. It was only right to assist in the search, it could only help.

The spirit was able to tell when the soul had been located, and she swiftly, with the same care she had displayed earlier, stepped back from the body. It was not her power that would draw the rider back, it was Irasotiel's. The bright wisp appeared above the body- Misuto knew exactly what it was- and it seemed to be complete. There was a sort of joy to see Chyropter with his rider, but as soon as the seraph put up her wings, Misuto looked away as well, and began to walk over to where a crowd was likely beginning to gather.

Suddenly, Misuto realized just how tired she was, and it was visible to any that would look at her. Her movements were not quite as effortless as they usually looked, and the look in her eyes betrayed her as well. Sure, she had not been the one to bring back a soul or heal anything, but she'd used plenty of her own power very soon after hatching. Dispersing and reforming into air multiple times, reaching out to the soul of Oknarel's rider, simply the strain of hatching... Yes, perhaps she needed a break.

A spirit had approached her. They were all around, and having never known anything else, Misuto rarely concerned herself with the ones that were simply watching, but this one seemed to be interested in her specifically. It was a mouse, a cute little creature, one that playfully ran around her paws and in front of her. Misuto put down a paw as if to try and catch it, missing on purpose, and the ghost seemed to enjoy the little game. It kept running, casting glances at her occasionally, and the spirit dragon gave it a tired smile. Misuto was not moving much, really, more watching than anything. To most that saw her, it would likely look as if she were simply playing with nothing, although those that knew her element would likely not have trouble guessing what she was doing...
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The warmth of Xensuneos's brother was a pleasant surprise. She'd known that he had some caring, like her, but she half-expected him to hide that so as to not come off as soft to the other wyrmlings. But generally, caring for siblings was something other dragons often understood, and considering the circumstances, Xensuneos had become even closer to her siblings that most other dragons did. She was lucky to have them, really. This was not the family she had had in past lives (with the exception of perhaps Conquillettidda, albeit never in her direct line). Undoubtedly, part of her survival to this point was the fact that in this life, she had a Celestial as a mother and the All-Seeing of legend as a sister.

But Mahasarmasael could not protect her forever. That task belonged to Xensu herself now. What a strange circumstance- she had no true allies. The other dragons, if they knew she was a Viral, would kill her regardless of her true nature. The Plague Queen was one of the only dragons that could know she was a Viral, but if she knew of Xensu's true nature, she would also be killed. Perhaps the only ones the Fire/Viral could truly trust were Amneros, Oknarel, perhaps Maha.

She took a moment to explore the connection between virals, seeing what she could sense. Such a thing was not foreign to her, from past lives, but this time the web could be especially dangerous. There were others, she could tell, most of which were close. Then there was one that was... more distant. Could it be perhaps, that she was not alone...? Xensu retreated back behind her mental wall. She could not tell. Maybe there was yet hope for her, maybe it was not yet lost. She let herself hope, hesitant to allow even that.

Maybe if she could somehow find Vaccine, if she was alive, it would all be alright. Maybe she didn't have to live this nightmare forever. That's what it was, really. She had allies on both sides, either of which would throw her to the wolves at the slightest misstep. A delicate dance to keep. It was hardly a way to live.

But if not her, then who?

Xensu stopped for a moment. It had not looked as though she was lost in thought, but now she visibly paused, glancing back to her almost frail-looking cousin. "Twig," she called. "Come join us! There's some for you, if you'd like." She gestured to the open pizza box, and began lowering herself into a position to lay down next to it. Using her dextrous forearms, she pulled a slice out for herself, looking back to her brother.

The absence of a rider was something she noticed, as Xensu had known of her brother's intent to bond. She did not dare comment on it, although she did cast a glance at his crystal. It was on his right eye, like Xensu's own, a tradition in their family line. She looked away, hopefully before Oknarel had noticed, glancing back to see where Twig was.

She hoped that the presence of her cousin would dissuade the Plague Queen from making an appearance. Xensu suspected she would be more hesitant to appear to Twig than Oknarel- she knew full well that Con would think Twig to be a disappointment- although they were all family after all. The Fire/Viral had felt more nervous since Misuto departed, a dragon that without a doubt was unrelated to the Queen. Oknarel had selected a dark place to eat, after all, but there were so many cameras in the hatchery, sending footage across the continent. Surely Con knew she could be exposed on a very large scale if the cameras were to catch even a glimpse of her.

As she thought, Xensu was devouring the pizza, easily eating slice after slice. She, like all hatchlings, was hungry. Briefly, she cast her glance to what was going on with Chyropter, the dead rider, and the seraph, but did not linger. She swallowed the last of one slice and looked back to the Lava/Toxic, her wings spread out casually, her body language making her look as though she didn't have a care in the world.

"So, Oknarel, how has it been out of the shell?" she asked, unaware of what had transpired earlier with his rider. It was an attempt to make small talk. "What do you think of the hatchery, the whole thing they have going on here?"
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***(Onigiri and other Midon used with permission from Sen)***

The scents that emanated from the food cart were beyond tantalizing. With enough time to stand in front of it, Morgan's desire for sleep was slowly being replaced with a desire to stuff her face. It was a shame that she had to be so careful with what she consumed. Suffering the consequences of one wrong meal was never fun and with the hatching still continuing, she did not wish to risk upsetting the delicate balance of her innards for the sake of a quick bite. Aurinko however, had no such compulsion to hold back, especially with their meal on the dime of another. Noble bird though he may be, Aurinko was not about to pass up the opportunity for a double order of something expensive, spicy, and full of fish.

"You don't think that's a bit excessive?" Morgan turned to look at her faithful companion as he finished ordering food.

Aurinko shook his head, his crest feathers rising. "Narcida said to order whatever you wanted. You don't want anything, so I ordered twice." he rubbed his nares and squared his shoulders. "Maybe it would be excessive if I ordered two after you picked food."

Morgan rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Smart ass." She wasn't in the mood to argue semantics at this hour, especially not on an empty stomach. She resigned herself to watching the pair of dragons-likely culinaries such as the two new breeds that had hatched earlier on the sands-get to work. It was fascinating, the amount of food that went flying back and forth between them. How anything sensible came from the helter skelter collection of edibles, Morgan had not the slightest idea. Even more worrisome however, was the fact that the assembled food never seemed to change the level of the pot. She was almost positive that she'd seen someone throw not one, but two heads of cabbage into the pot, never to be seen again. For a brief spell, the awkward shifter found herself completely mesmerized by what was happening. Her attention only wavered as Narcida's platinum card was returned, the transaction complete.

It was not until Udon began to pack up Aurinko's order that she was drawn away from the utterly baffling ritual of throwing food into the bottomless soup pot. Rather than give the bottomless hole of a gryphon an excuse to reach for more food to eat, Morgan reached for the package, her attention solely focused on Udon rather than the roiling pot between them. She felt the eldritch abomination of delicious food before she saw it. The wyrmling's rice and fish covered face was far warmer than sushi had any business being, never mind the sensation that followed the formation of the crystal on Morgan's chest. She didn't really have time to process what had happened.

The screaming didn't help.

"Your rider is making noise. Is it broken?" another riceball asked, looking towards Sashimi with what could only be described as confusion.

"I don't know! I've never had one before." The elongated morsel insisted as she-for it was definitely feminine in voice-shook herself. Little bits of rice went hither and thither as she shimmied and wiggled to adjust a piece of salmon that had come loose while climbing out of the pot. She craned her neck before peeking over Morgan's head at Aurinko, then decided that one such perspective wasn't enough and took another look from either side of the startled rider. The gryphon, for his part, said nothing as he stared at Sashimi with eyes as big as dinner plates. Morgan could practically feel him vibrating across their shared bond as the gryphon tried to process what had just happened.

"Morgan, the food is talking." Aurinko gawped. As a hatchling, Sashimi was already taller than he was, making for a frightening prospect; but also a delicious one.

Having finally calmed thanks to reassurance from Udon about the events that had just transpired, Morgan finally paused a moment to touch the crystal that had formed. "Well uh," she fumbled to find words, glancing briefly towards the stands where Lomira's ruler lingered. "this puts a bit of a damper on things." Sashimi was hardly an appropriate companion for use in combat, dragon or otherwise.

"Do you not like me?" Sashimi's carefully crafted face shifted to a small pout as the fins upon the back of her head drooped and folded. She could feel the worry permeating Morgan's thoughts as the rider mulled over all of the various consequences that would follow bonding unexpectedly.

"What? Oh, no no-it's not like that." Morgan insisted. "This is all just a little unexpected is all." She wasn't a candidate and Morgan certainly didn't believe herself to be candidate material. Life was plenty perfect with just Aurinko and while she could fight, as she was required with the royal guard, it was not at all what she wanted for herself. Standing for candidacy had never been a desire, nor concern. Sashimi had upended all of that with one swift move of her head. That the Midons were not even required to attend academy lessons only sweetened the seemingly happy accident was beyond what Morgan could have anticipated at any point in her life. It all seemed too good to be true. One moment she was puzzling over whether or not it would be in bad taste to ask for a discharge, and the next, a more viable reason had all but fallen into her lap.

It was all too much, Morgan needed a moment to process further. With a sigh, she found a seat beside Sashimi and her seemingly extended family's food cart before gesturing helplessly towards Aurinko. "Can you take food back to Narcida? I need a moment, and ah, I don't want Glos to eat Sashimi."

"Eat me? Who would eat little ol' me?" Sashimi parked herself down beside her rider before the mention of food set her stomach rumbling. With the wave of a rice covered foreleg. A large bamboo plate settled between her and Morgan before it was covered with numerous pieces of succulent, melt in your mouth otoro tuna, chopsticks, and small dishes of wasabi and soy. "Please! Help yourself! I can always make more!"

Having finally closed his mouth at the site of Sashimi and the realization that his own bonded had found another, Aurinko stood up to accept the parcels of food from Udon and took wing, lest he try and eat Morgan's newly bonded. The return flight was short, if a little wobbly as he landed carefully upon Glos once again and set the takeout boxes before the golden metal dragoness.

"It seems Morgan may be a little...delayed." the gryphon chuffed, his crest rising and falling in befuddlement. Part of him wanted to whoop for joy. Morgan had bonded to a miracle. But all he could feel was the worry that he shared with his rider; that Elara would be furious, and somehow they'd upset the delicate balance of the royal guard and the family.

He was just waiting to be blamed for the strange turn of events.

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It was almost over. That much was not hard to see as eggs shattered all across the sands. Coffee was not enough to distract Braelyn from the overwhelming finality of what was in store. She thought that she had been prepared for the end of the hatching without having found a partner. She knew that the centaurs were here for more than just the purpose to seek dragons. Ahmduer's health was far more important, as was establishing relations with Etharius' new titan, and others. Food could make her feel better, but no matter how good Baristra's cooking happened to be, it was not enough to stave off the disappointment. Gauge had prepared them as best as she could, but it had been such a terrible delivery on the titan's part.

But it also appeared that perhaps the time dragons were not infallible. Curious, Brae watched as they brought in an egg just as one of the crystal titan's brood began to hatch. She hadn't expected them to bring a hatchling back. Watching the dance ended with a bond to two, one of which was a centaur.

"Seems at least one among us was worthy." Braelyn sighed, watching the Crystal speak with his rider. She gestured to the pair in case Minerva had missed the fortunate bond. "Seems we don't necessarily have to be royalty to find a bond of our own. Perhaps when we go home we'll have better luck later." Right now, that was what she desperately wanted; an excuse to leave the hatching grounds and prepare to head home.
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Chyropter tore away from her with a snarl, slithering as only as the low slung bat could do. A pity, she had tried before to stave off his rage and hurt, and she had failed as sue usually did, at least with this dragon in particular. Still, there was something to be said for making assumptions. Perhaps it was to early to tell. She turned on a time, her steps single tracking in a tight circle as she went nose to needle around and settled upon the hatching grounds. Tucking her wings she proceeded to simply watch and wait. The form-break was expected, but it was not followed by bloodshed. No, it seemed that Amneros' appeal reached the ears of at least one who could turn the fiend's tide of pain to one of relief. She was on her feet within a moment before dainty steps lost their grip on this reality and slipped into the beyond. Oh well, it was getting boring anyhow.

The ripples between space and time were unclear of what would come to pass now that Chyropter's rider had been brought back to the mortal realm. The consequences-all of them-were curious things and for a brief moment she let herself wander through the twisting strings of the tapestry, looking for yet another snarl to slake her curiosity. But her musings and the galavanting through the otherness were interrupted by the callous machinations of a physical body. One could only hope that the rumbling of her stomach was not enough to upset the delicate balance of reality.

Oh well.

Amneros emerged from the otherness once again, though this time she found herself closer to the food carts. Her numerous eyes scanned the offerings set forth in search of something that might satisfy her gnawing hunger. Of course, food was a necessity, but the notion of eating pizza, pulled pork, or french fries left her wanting. Though they were all common topics within the egg, not a single one catered to her fancy. No, she would need something else; something delicate. Her bizarre meanderings brought her to a less crowded food cart as she waited her turn for service. Though she was hungry, it would do her no favors to be terribly hasty in her pursuit of sustenance.

"One order of bouillabaisse, extra langoustine, sliced bread and rouille. No celery or tomatoes." She did not care for that particular flavor combination, though the rest was plenty satisfactory. When the attendant stared at her as if she had a horn growing out of her crystal. "I see that my request has fallen on deaf ears. Do you know know the dish I speak of?" There was more blinking and fumbling for words as Amneros sighed at her own misfortune and began to weave together dream stuff and her own irritation to explain the intricacies of the fish stew she so desired. She did stop when the attendant waved frantically, as is suddenly remembering what it was that Amneros requested. He muttered something about the pronunciation being off, but Amneros and all of her eyes only glared at the audacity of such a suggestion.

Finally with food, Amneros took her prize to a quiet corner of the hatching ground and watch the final proceedings.
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Selena had taken some time to recover, she registered that Teagan had come to check on her but hadn’t exactly been able to do much more than hold her chest. Taika on the other hand smiled a bit at Teagan “Oh don’t worry, she will be just fine...gotta give her some time though.” She promised the other rider. Time seemed to be up though as Selena reached out and grabbed Teagan by the arm, she didn’t 100% recognize that she was holding the other woman but regardless she proceeded to use Teagan to help herself get back up and on her feet. She cleared her throat a bit and nodded some “Drinks.” Selena muttered “Drinks of the strong caliber are in order I think.” She said as Taika laughed a bit “See, all better.”

Selena had been enjoying herself for the most part. It had been a great day and Taika was proof of that. She hadn’t expect to bond but sure she did bond and her bonded was pretty amazing. If it wasn’t for Oknarel then things would have been a little more perfect, alas there was no such luck for her that day. People had died, Some had been maimed and in the grand scheme of things, Selena got off with minimal damage thanks to the people who had rushed to her aid so fast; funny cause she figured she didn’t have many friends, clearly she must have been wrong on some level. She watched as War went to work making a leg out of bits of a tail, she was honestly a little amazed, fresh out of the egg and these dragons were all so smart...most were probably smarter than she was. Selena didn’t approach Marcus right away, after all the man just had his limbs reattached so he might not be in the best of moods at the moment. She did make her way over there, still holding her side...she probably had a broken rib or two but she could still manage for the time being.

“Marcus.” She said after a second or two “I owe you...more than I can quantify at the moment...thank you so much.” She said softly, it sounded dumb to her, but how do you thank someone for saving your life? She felt like she should give him something and she wasn’t honestly sure what that something should be. Maybe a watch, her dad used to like getting new watches. She was pretty sure it would be in bad taste though, Selena was nothing if not a little awkward. Her normally standoffish stubborn attitude didn’t fit her at the moment. She would need to work on her attitude these days, she had to become a team player after all. Taika chuckled and patted Selena on the shoulder “Don’t be awkward, sugar.” She said and then set a tray down in the middle of the group again, this time there was lemon pound cake on it “Here, little sugar should help everyone relax...plus it looks like we’re wrapping up and dessert only seems proper...again, second dessert, can’t beat it.” The culinary said with a grin “Now baking isn’t my strong suit mind you, but I think it turned out pretty good.” She nodded “it’s an exact science, those are boring.” Taika did her best to cheer the assembled circle of people up it seemed.
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To Hell and Back Again

Lucia had stood there, as silent as he could have, until the sunlight appeared. He had not entirely been paying attention to Jack, or where the rider was watching, and had thought himself quite unseen. Perhaps he had had some thoughts of visiting silently and going away again, happy with the knowledge that he had seen them again. Or perhaps let them go. Such thoughts flew out the window as soon as the Sun herder's light filled the void. What else could he have done? He didn't have much energy and vanishing into his spirit form was hard work these days. And so he'd had to speak- And he was not expecting the raw elation and concern that rose off of them.

The broken Seraph had hardly spoken when Chrono twisted around and uttered her cry, his other words falling unheard. As she craned to look him over he felt even more exposed and slunk a little lower, turning his head slightly, as if to make it harder for her to see the damage to one side of his face, even though he knew she'd eventually see. He tried to find words to explain what he'd seen, the horror of being captured. "The Earth/Lightning Titan teleported most of the people away, but he left behind those who he deemed 'didn't look the part' of people on the good side. Some left behind were able to hide amongst the others, but not all...I was captured...And later got away. The more finite details are better left for a different time, no need to darken this celebration of life with the horrors going on underneath Nondir." He replied, slowly, letting his form shrink down from his full size to something about equal to that of Chrono, or perhaps a little shorter since he was lower slung in body than she was, more or less. The strange chains about him also seemed to change size as if they were meant to be part of him, even so, they didn't change as quickly as he did, or entirely, and where they bit into injuries cracked and oozed a little. He winced, but after so many months, he was used to it. Perhaps it was his own Seraph essence that had kept the infection from killing him? It was possible.

The Seraph moved to nose at Chrono but paused and lowered his head a little. "I missed you,....I'm sorry about not being there..." He said, almost pathetically. He blinked as Iviera darted off, realizing she meant to get medical aid of some sort and he did not have time to explain no common first aid would do- He probably needed some kind of surgery to have the chains cut out, but would have to be done without physically cutting through the links. They were a part of him, sort of, but were meant to still be on another plane.

He lowered his body and flopped lightly in a loose laying position, his tail curling around them. His armor-plated scales were tattered in places, practically melted in others, and oozed blackness around the edges of some wounds, while pathetic puffs of his own glowing essence flowed upwards from time to time, momentarily cleansing the darkness where it was. "I'm not sure what the healers here can do for this,..." He said, watching the little crystal flutter off, before his attention was brought to Jack and the offered candy. "For hours? But how-....You can see in the dark..." He said, almost hilariously slow as the dragon realized his own error. "Of course I'll stay, it wouldn't do for me to slink off again." Lucia remarked, whiffling at the tin a little. "That does smell good,...." he added, rumbling a little. He found all his fears to be unfounded, though many of those fears and nightmare situations had been implanted in his mind. He had not mentioned how for months he'd been battling with mental insecurities brought on by what was virtually mental toture before he'd escaped- Much of which made him incapable of deciphering what was real or imagined. He felt, however, that now he could banish all of those thoughts. None of it was real, no matter how convincing. And for the first time in months, he felt truly happy.


Aromatherapy 10:40AM-2:00PM

For a while, the Nature Titan Losalka had been agitated. The wood, leaves, stone and other natural existing pieces that made up her frame seemed to bristle. The source of her agitation had come in the form of Venria. Now, the Titan could sense, as well as had communicated with the likes of Terminus and other Titans, even checking with her Mental mate, who was hidden in humanoid form and hanging out in the large garden on her back, and felt strongly the Ice dragon had not harmed the egg.

The behavior however, even for one innocent and being asked to comply with standard procedure, this was gnawing at Losalka who was generally pretty lighthearted. As the snowy storm began to form, though, the Titan half got up, but lowered back down. She would not allow her grumpy mood to make her leave her nest now, but had mentally directed Thalron over to the situation. She huffed, and settled her frondlike wings, muzzle close to her nest. Twigs grew up and around the flowery egg, sometimes one, sometimes a few, and always these sticks would light themselves with a tiny dollop of flame, just on the tips, and would burn slowly for hours.

They gave off lovely scents, many times helping sooth those around the nest. Now was just such a time. Losalka herself began to feel less stressed for the safety of other eggs and nests. The situation had been handled. Everything was okay.

There was scarcely any hatching activity until later. Around 11am, attendants went around to assure people that lulls in hatchings were to be expected, and that it was fine to nap if people needed to. Dragons didn't really mind, even they were resting in their shells when such lulls happened, too. It was not uncommon for candidates still remaining to be seen sleeping- Even those in the audience were expected to take a respite. There were plenty of cameras here and there focused on the remaining eggs, advanced sound systems listening for activity and watching for movement. By then, most people who had bonded had been ushered to a post-bonding area to clear up space in front of the candidates who still remained, perhaps to encourage the young dragons to seek out their bonds.

It was not until about two in the afternoon, almost on the dot, that the egg nestled near Losalka began to move. Not unlike Ygg's own egg, this one also seemed to bloom, except as it did so, it revealed a dragon within, who was delicately perched upon one of the large blue petals, her soft feathery wings open and fanning, drying off. She looked dainty, blue and green, with warm fades to golden shades and reds, even whites like lillies tailed from her as she stretched and got up, carefully and patiently making sure her wings were ready before she flexed them out and gracefully hopped off the Titan Platform, flapping and gliding as she trilled soft notes.

A few moments later, she had landed softly upon the sands before the candidates. At hatching, she was hardly taller than a foot and a half, the top of her head just above the average knee. Her wings though, these when unfolded were almost as long as a human was tall. She flexed her wings and stood up on her hind legs, balancing with her tail, to get a better look around, before a soft note escaped her. She hopped back to all fours and hurried along, having spotted her bonded not far away, and took off to fly there, since she was much smaller than most dragons.

A minute or so later, she landed again and stood before a human who bore a great scar. She leaned her head up, meeting the gaze of the seated person and thrummed, before gently pressing her forehead to the woman's own forehead, where an orangey gold fire opal crystal formed.

"My dear Kokotet, your beloved Simir has been reborn once more. There is so much healing this world needs, will you help me heal it?" She said, eyes shining brightly as she watched Kokotet.

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Name: Simir Losalence
Gender
Parents: ♀ Nature Titan Losalka x ♂ Mental Titan Silence
Element: Floral/Air
Personality: Protective, Nurturing, Patient, Positive, Knowledgeable
Bonds to: Kokotet {Boo}
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Cunning like a... 3:00PM

Also nestled under Losalka's care was an egg that entirely did not belong to her. It had been brought to her by time dragons, much in the way the other egg had been, though this particular egg was not vastly ancient, it was laid within the last five hundred years, and they felt it was about the right time that it should hatch. Its presence was no secret, it, and the floral egg too, had had many visitors at the touching and Losalka was pleased to have the honor of caretaking another titan's egg, as the being could not neglect her duties to care for it as she would have liked.

Swirls of aurora colors whirled over the egg from time to time, and flickers of elemental magic wove about it. About an hour after the other egg hatched, the aurora-like one became a blaze of heat and colorful flame, making the shell burn away- She had not wished to do so with Simir so close, lest she burn the delicate egg.

What stood in the nest- and indeed, was already foxtrotting off, was what appeared to be a red fox with auroras drifting off of her- Shoulders, head, back, and most of all from her tail. She had no wings, but did not need them. She peered down over the edge of the Titan's ledge and flicked her tail side to side, blue-white eyes roaming over the candidates she could see. While she stood there, patches and swirls of her fur began to fade to the dark voids of space and stars, foxfires ribboning through the darkness before it flowed into red-fox colors once again. Her body was a curious one- As she stood there, she appeared about as well portioned as any animal-like dragon, some parts longer than the beast they were based on, but otherwise not too unremarkable. That is, until she took off, leaping from the ledge, her body becoming like the aurora flames and lengthening, noodling out and swirling as she flew, zig-zagging her way through the air and leaving trails of light behind her, though these faded in her wake much sooner than those of the Sonic Twins.

When she landed again, her form seamlessly locked back into a foxy likeness, though she was very capable of noodling out whenever she felt like it. She padded along on her long legs and paused, peering at a Centaur that looked like it had desperately needed sleep. He had at some point assured those who had bonded around him that they could go, and do whatever it was newly bonded riders did, between getting food or being handed the large custom book and worklists that were generated in the offices of the Wyrmlingmasters for those bonded in their group of candidates, such lists were made based upon projected elements and moods and skills each dragon had shown, though later that week, (A traditionally holiday of celebration for hatching) more in-depth studies would be made of each wyrmling, such as showing some skills not demonstrated elsewhere or asking which section of study they might wish to go into. Most of the Ancient dragons were already being sorted into their own 'Wing' for unique studies as it had been determined most were well capable, and simply needed to grow.

This had, however, left Idazon fairly alone, though some other centaur had also joined him. Several had bonded, not simply Ahm and Aloran, but these others had been from different groups, and not always of his own personal herd. Some had even come to Aesulla later than others. But even so, as the afternoon wore on and attendants gave the OK for rest, he, and many others, got some sleep.

It was only now, as the foxy dragon paused in front of him, his brother elbowing him to wake up, and he, making an almost grumpy noise, blinked wider awake as the face of a red fox with rainbow auroraflames billowing off of it was close to his. She chittered in amusement, before pressing her face to his humanoid chest.

"Wake up, Idazon, I think its time we got to know one another once again. I am the Foxfire, weaver of imagination! I am Revontulet!" She said, as a pearly crystal formed upon his chest, lit like a small moon amongst his dark fur. Her own color shifted darker to deep blue and stars for a moment as she curled around him, noodling out before she twisted and darted off like a fox again. "Come along now, let's both get something to eat! I'm starving, and there are dragons I wish to meet!" she called to him, yipping playfully. There were others she was dying to see in the flesh again, and a sleepy Centaur wasn't about to hold her back. Plus, she was hungry!

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Crystal Here

Name: Revontulet Medaran
Gender
Parents: ♀ Space Titan Andromeda X ♂ Aurora Fioran
Element: Aurora/Space
Personality: Mysterious, Inner Knowing, Cunning
Bonds to: Idazon {Senaru}
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Her front legs weren't meant to be that short FYI. Will be adjusting that later. Pictured in her dark color shift, as well as noodle form!
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Venria, within her storm, wasn't really doing much apart from ensuring that it kept going. It was becoming harder and harder to maintain the temperature (more than likely courtesy of the hatchery's heating system), but it still didn't take much effort. In fact, although the storm's strength was waxing and waning to an extent, it always seemed to end up stronger. There would, of course, come a time when Venria could no longer maintain the storm between the heating units catching up and being unable to expend so much elemental power, but for now, she really had little to worry about.

At least, so she thought. While the storm was originally intended to block Venria from the sight of others, it seemed it also blocked others from her own sight. She was unaware of the dream dragon that was working to try and put her to sleep, or anyone else who was coming over to help. All she could see was the swirling snow around her, all she could hear the howling of the wind. Some sharp shards of ice did meet her body, but they all seemed to become one with the layer of ice Venria always had around her. Said layer of ice was actually quite thick from all the ice that had blown into her, significantly thicker than usual.

Despite how stressful the situation was, and how tense it remained, the storm was helping Venria calm herself down. So rarely had she ever had the chance to make a storm like this, and she delighted in the opportunity. Sure, maybe it wasn't under ideal circumstances, and maybe she wasn't supposed to do it, but such things mattered little now. In the storm, she was cold, and it felt like she was alone. Two of the things she loved most.

That illusion of loneliness seemed challenged, for a moment, when Venria witnessed the golden eyes visible through the storm. Then, it shattered when suddenly all the Weather/Ice could see was the titanic body lunging through the storm, the sparks that came off his body and melted some of the surrounding snow. Venria was too shocked to move, not like it would've mattered anyways. There was no way she would've been able to prevent such a large being from grabbing her, whether she was prepared or not.

A shock went through her body, dazing her for a time as she was stuck, helplessly, in the jaws of the Titan. Venria was grasping the situation slowly, having some amount of dfficulty processing it, but it didn't take too long to realize what was going. She was at the mercy of a Titan, the young Thalron to be specific, judging from the sparks.

Almost as soon as she realized this, Venria began struggling, wriggling her body around and screaming with a mix of panic and perhaps some sort of rage. She managed to get her tail a little bit free, and proceeded to try and slam the sharp end of the tail blade into one of Thalron's teeth over and over, presumably causing little, if any, damage against such a massive structure. The storm where she had been had started dying down slowly as soon as Thalron grabbed her, although it would likely take several minutes until the wind and snow had died down completely, somewhat longer before the heating systems managed to return the temperature to a completely normal level.

After a short period of time, Venria seemed to stop struggling and otherwise being difficult. She seemed to have realized just how a foolish a venture this was, even if she wasn't quite ready to accept her loss. Maybe there was something she could try to do to earn the Titan's mercy, as a last desperate resort, and it had always been a sort of vague idea on her bucket list anyways...

"Hey, Thalron, isn't it? You're quite the cool guy, aren't you dear?" She said it very loudly to try and ensure she'd be heard, sounding more like yelling, sans any sort of franticness or other hints of a negative tone. "You know, if I had to pick any dragon to be taken from that storm by, it'd be you. You saved my life, you know, our lives, back during the battle near Nondir! I remember seeing you, dear, such magnificent scales, such a beautiful creature to run into during such an unfortunate situation... Surely one of the most wonderful dragons to walk the world." It seemed to be some sort of strange attempt at flirting with the Titan, although Venria did let some gratitude slip through when mentioning Nondir specifically.
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