Isa> You drop Green Egg
Isa> You drop Red Egg>
Isa> Anki has her robe. It's all done and beautiful and stuff. Now she'll just sit here and gibber quietly. The riders did say it was any day now, right? "I had a nightmare like that," she mentions. "I was naked on the Sands at the hatching and everyone was hollering and laughing and pointing." Whimper.
Isa> And V'len took her off and they made babie?
Isa> Kishairyn grins at Razel. "I used to know someone - ages upon ago - who said that she could never wear anything she'd made: it made her feel as if she were wandering around half-naked." She squints over that way. It looks ... good, Raz?" She sticks her tongue out at Gabriela. "It's not *that* bad. It still falls below my knees. Think anyone will notice?" She casts a sympathetic look at Anki. "Better infamy than obscurity?"
Isa> Green Egg wiggles softly, almost as if it was testing its surroundings.
Isa> Razel is about to comment, when she notices a movement out of the corner of her eye. "Did anyone see that?" she asks, blinking and doing a double take. The sandmound near the far wall gets a good, long stare. "I coulda swore I saw an egg move o'er there..." Then, she shrugs and places the garment back atop her cot, before returning to the snickerdoodles she had been eating before the talk of robes got underway. "Anyone want some?" comes her garbled query, from a mouth filled with food.
Isa> Anki rolls her eyes at Kisha's comment. "You know, I can still hit you with a pillow from here, Kish. Don't tempt me." Flopping onto her back, she sighs and ponders the state of wiggling toes. "I'm not looking forward to lubricating the Sands with my sweat again. And that heat!" she whines.
Isa> Gabriela looks up at Anki and wrinkles her nose. "Hopefully that won't come true..." She giggles toward Kishairyn and shrugs. "Probably, but does it really matter? So long as you're comfortable and all." Her eyes turn toward the wiggling egg. "Okay, who had a proddy flit? Don't we already have enough eggs to dance for?" She sighs and peers toward the thing. She grins toward Razel, nodding. "I would, thanks," she replies as she stands, placing her robe on her bed, and walks toward the candidate. She grimaces toward Anki, nodding. "They should let us bring skins of wine with us to refresh ourselves."
Isa> Kishairyn grins wryly. "But I can definitely duck, especially from here," she points out cheerfully, and then lets out a delighted yelp. "Oh, snickerdoodles! Please, Raz, please?" She flutters her lashes in an exaggerated plea. She grins at Gabriela. "Ah, but I had dreams of the perfect robe...” About to close her eyes and exhale a dramatic sigh, her eyes snap open. "Proddy ... flit?" she wonders.
Isa> Green Egg explodes in a cloud of shards.
Isa> Master Healer Oldive
Brown Hatchling
Isa> Hunched and crooked, shy
mahogany is crushed against dried thyme, flecks of chamomile dusting the tangy
mixture, creeping easily up muscled forelegs and haunches.
Darkened 'ridges curve around his crooked spin, exacerbating the
off-center affect of one shoulder rising above the other, and yet for his
malformed figure, there is a gentleness about him, a sweetness of being that
beckons those around him to trust in his abilities.
Isa> Menacion opens one eye first, then the other. Peer. "Can't a guy get any sleep around here? What's with the racket?" Head twists to peer at the others in the room. "I don't see why the robe needs to be /perfect/. It's just a robe. You'll wear it /once/." Head flops back down onto his nice pillow. "Don't let it near me." He orders absently. No proddy anythings near him is policy.
Isa> The ex cook hands the tray of snacks around, as though nothing out of the ordinary is going on; that is, until the green egg cracks wide open and a small, brown hatching is discarded from its shell. Snickerdoodles forgotten, Razel's eyes go wide as she leaves her cot to crawl over towards the hatching. "Hey! I was right! There was something moving over here! And ain't he a sweet little thing.." Not as sweet as her cookin, but pretty sharding close!
Isa> Not even proddy Pentas, Menace? Anki lifts her head to stare at the little brown, flopping back soon after. "He seems about as straight as Menace's seams," she comments somewhat cruelly, lips twitching. "If you like it so much, Razzy, why don't you feed it? You're a cook, after all. Plenty of food for all the flying stomachs."
Isa> Gabriela chuckles over toward Kishairyn, shaking her head and mumbling something about "silly Kisha..." She snickers softly. "What does it matter? In a few hours it will be so doused with sweat it won't look a thing like the robe you'd envisioned." She looks toward Menace, her fingers tapping against her leg. "For some reason, I have the urge to tickle you, but I don't wanna get hurt." She grabs one of Raz's snickerdoodles and then pears over at the creature. "Oh, what a cutie. I wonder if it'll like these," she murmurs, stepping over to the creature. "But wait... Then that is one more stomach to feed." She nods at Anki's words. "Feed it, Razie. Or try to."
Isa> Kishairyn peers warily at the just-hatched firelizard, lips pressing into a look somewhere between disapproval and alarm. She grabs her snickerdoodle and clasps it close, gnawing with unusual swiftness. Mine, shaffit! She rolls her eyes. "None of you have any idea about image," she accuses. "We might as well look good while we sweat, don't you think?" So says the one who hasn't finished yet and is leaving a bunch in the hip...
Isa> Master Healer Oldive Brown Hatchling uncurls uneasily, painfully almost, but there's grace in his movement as he shakes out wings and tail, little bits of shell and goo flying in random directions.
Isa> Like the flighty teen she is, Razel gazes back at the crowd, and then to the flit, and then back to the crowd. "Well, I mean.. Do these things eat snickerdoodles?" She wouldn't know.. she's never fed one before, though.. "I thought they'd prefer meat?" At that, the girl makes a face and pulls her goo-splattered hand back at the last second. "He's not gonna nibble on my fingers now, is he?" Memories of the day she hand fed Yevgeth cinnamon rolls cross through her mind. Surely if he didn't eat her, this guy wouldn't bite?
Isa> That was an exception. You'll note that proddy Pentas came to /him/, not the other way around. And he would have left if he felt safe in doing so. "Hey. My seams are straight. Relatively so. They could be worse. Much worse. They do the job." Sitting up, he glares at Gaby, raking a hand through tousled hair. "Good. Restraining your baser impulses is the first step towards becoming civilized." He shrugs. "We're going to be like peas in a pod down there. The only people close enough to tell good seams from bad are going is the hatchling that runs over you." Menace's robe is moldering under his cot, left there ages ago and never touched since.
Isa> Anki snorts lazily. "Everyone's seams are a disgrace. That's what you get for not paying Cera to do them for you. I swear, that woman was probably born with a needle in the hand." She flops over onto her tummy to peer at the little thing, mming. "I don't know. It's probably a carnivore, so you need meat. Have you got any cookies with meat in them, Razel?"
Isa> Kishairyn cocks her head to one side and relaxes. "That's right, they like meat, don't they? Can I have more 'doodles, Razel?" Maybe if she forms a perimeter, this will help matters. It certainly couldn't hurt ... apart from the crumbs in her cot, that is. She blinks at Menace. "Baser impulses? What exactly are you talking about?" She wrinkles her nose. "But anyone ought to be able to tell a decent-fitting robe from an awful one." She cocks her head at Anki, wondering, "even yours?"
Isa> "Who.. what.. huh?" Aryion mumbles as he raises his head from his arms to look at everyone. Yes folks, in all the noise he has been sound asleep. Wiping sleep from the corners of his eyes he mummers, "what did I miss?" Eyes dart to the little gold and the newly hatched brown. "He's a cute one there.. anyone got any meat? I think I might have some meatrolls left from lunch in my pouch if you need them." Head, neck, and shoulders disappear under his cot as Ary looks for his pouch before reappearing suddenly with pouch in hand. "Found it!" Pulling out the somewhat stale rolls he offers them to anyone who wants them, keeping two for himself.
Isa> Menacion flops back to a supine position. "It's only a disgrace if you were expecting a higher quality of seam than they are." He points out. "Even yours? You're a weaver. Are you admitting that you can't sew straight?" Little hatchling is completely ignored: It's what has allowed him to avoid getting a 'lizard for all this time. "Well, learning to restrain your first impulse. Gaby's first urge was to do mischief, evil work. And she managed to restrain herself from that impulse."
Isa> Master Healer Oldive Brown Hatchling has a hankering for snickerdoodles, actually, and it's Razel who captures his attention.
Isa> Master Healer Oldive Brown Hatchling slips easily towards Razel, inspecting critically. Yes, Razel's in need of his advice.
Isa> Razel shakes her head in response. "No, no meat filled snacks..." That'd just be... gross. Suddenly, she feels a tugging at her fingers, and notices that the snickerdoodle she had has disappeared. Instead, she finds the little brown starring up at her. "Ooh, I'm gonna name him Snicker for that!" she exclaims, reaching then for one of Ary's rolls to offer up to help fill the hole in the brown's belly.
Isa> Red Egg takes its turn in the spotlight...
Isa> Red Egg explodes in a cloud of shards.
Isa> Seafaring Alemi Brown
Hatchling
Isa> Bittersweet chocolate
sweeps in seaswept patterns over sienna sides while crisscrossed umber threads
through trailing sails that billow behind.
Sleek and slim, his dark form echoes a shipfish's aerodynamic grace,
spaded tail elongated and flattened in design, a rudder that directs this brown
through the skies and the water that he so adores.
Isa> Kishairyn turns up her nose at Aryion's offering. "Please, no!" she begs. She grins at Menace. "I think that evil mischief is one of the highest forms of self-expression," she says. "What's wrong with Doodle?" she wonders, sliding forward on her elbows with her feet a-dangle in the air. She covertly gathers up her snack again. "Evidently, they do eat them..." She'd better finish.
Isa> Aryion cheers loudly. "That’s a nice brown you got there Raz, nice looking fellow." His attention going back to the second egg that just hatched. "Oh... like at that little brown, another cute one there. Here little fellah." Words are accompanied with a wagging of the meatroll toward the newly hatched flit. A grin crosses Ary's face at Kisha's comment, but attention is still on the brown.
Isa> Anki braces her chin on a palm, a snicker sounding. "I dyes 'em, Menace, I don't sew them. Still, I tried especially hard for the Hatching. It's pretty even." Very even. She'll show everyone later. "Ooh, Ary, going to try for that one? Reminds me of you a little. Brown and faithful, I mean."
Isa> Razel moves out of the way so that someone else can have close access to the sand mound. You can hear her cooing softly to the little brown, as she feeds Snicker the meatroll. "Yep, sweet you are..." Little does she realize at the moment that the name may not be appreciated later on in this flitter's life. Ahem.
Isa> "/You/ would." Menace responds immediately, voice heavy on on the irony. "It's the lowest. Evil mischief is the bane of civilization. If everyone aspired to your highest form of self-expression, we'd live in complete anarchy." Head twists sideways again to peer at Razel. Ha. "Name it M'lan. It's his inner spirit-shape." His lips quirk into a smile. "What a shame that you aren't able to display your wonderful dyeing skills for the world to see on the sands." Dying skills, if she gets really unlucky. "Good luck, Aryion. The better your chances of getting it, the better my chances of avoiding it."
Isa> Seafaring Alemi Brown Hatchling slips easily from the confines of his shell and spreads his wings in appreciation. Ahh.. space. He hates being cramped in enclosed spaces.
Isa> "Darling," Kishairyn says dryly, "and then they pounce you and make life miserable...” She cocks an eyebrow at Razel, choking at the back of her throat. "Oh, boy. Lizard adoration." She proclaims the words as if they're a fate worse than death. She smiles sweetly at Menacion. "And wouldn't that be a great deal more interesting than life is now?" she inquires with the air of one who has made a capital point.
Isa> Aryion grins up at Anki. "Think I will, got the meatroll wagging down to an art now I think." Grin is cast toward Menace as well before he turns his attention back to the little brown. "Ah. He’s got a good wingspan on him that one there. Hungry fellah?" Head turns toward Kisha, "Oh now Kish, the flits are that /bad/." Really, cute little critters.
Isa> "Interesting, until someone's idea of evil mischief gets you killed, maimed, or otherwise wounded. You really think it would be interesting if I gave in to the impulse to, say, cut off two fingers from each one of your hands." Menace poses the hypothetical situation in return. "Or just put my knife through your right eye socket." Someday he'll have non-violent examples. Really. "/Yes/." He answers unequivocably on Kish's behalf to Aryion. "They're flying stomachs, and cause all sorts of other trouble." And Menace is cute impaired. Meaning he doesn't understand the concept at all.
Isa> Seafaring Alemi Brown Hatchling hold his wings upwards in a flared stance and while doing so, looks even more like a sailing ship, looking for any port in the storm. Any takers?
Isa> Razel is too busy feeding her little brown to notice the other one begging for food, however, she does nudge Aryion. "Take your meatroll and /feed/ him!" she whispers. "He's hungry!" As is Snicker, who sniffs for more food. "Hurry! Before Snick here manages to eat everything in sight..."
Isa> Kishairyn smiles sweetly at him. "Yes, I would: mainly because you'd advance on me, I'd kiss you, and you'd forget what you were doing," she points out. She's found the strategy ... never mind that she doesn't intend to use it again. She sighs. "You're right, Aryion. Right *now*, at that age, they're not so bad ..." She's more of the rock with the lighthouse on it, really.
Isa> Aryion eyes the brown appreciatively as he unfurls his wings, "my he does have quite a wingspan on him doesn't he?" He casually remarks to himself. A grin is given to Menace and Kisha both before he gets nudged in the side by Razel. "I know that he's hungry Raz, all flits are when they are born.. why do you think I am holding the meatroll out for him?" He cast a quick grin over at the girl with her new brown before turning his attention back to the hatching.
Isa> Taire has proved with Fynelox how well that strategy works, didn't she? Anki, however, has her doubts about Kishairyn and Menacion. "It's like kids," she opines. "I like them a lot, but I want to give them back after five minutes or when they dirty themselves. That's what mothers are for. I only thank the heavens my mother bore me. She must've been a very brave person."
Isa> Seafaring Alemi Brown Hatchling has made his choice, and it's Aryion.
Isa> Seafaring Alemi Brown Hatchling hears the song of the sea, and it's beckoning from Aryion's direction. Yes, Aryion will do.
Isa> "I'm not /that/ easily distracted..." Menace says offended, sitting up. It was a one-time only sort of distraction. Really. And he's not madly in lust with Kish at the moment. "You go on thinking that. And someday, I'll prove you wrong." If he ever feels like trying to chastise her in some way. "I don't like kids, period. The pitch of their voice just..." Shudder. "A good glare will keep most of them away. It's enough to keep them away, and yet not send them crying."
Isa> Aryion leans down and picks up the little brown feeding the little one the formerly wagging roll. "Here ya go. It’s okay. Slow down.. it won't go away, here's your food."