“Fourty-two eggs and nearly twice as many candidates,” Utamrec mumbled to himself as he shuffled onto the sands with his blue fire lizard, Smoclo chirping excitedly. With a few quick mental commands the hyper active fire lizard glided off to find Yui and stay with her for the hatching.
To Utamrec, in Ryslen’s hatching grounds both sands and stands seemed to be a mad house to get around. He was lucky to have found Ar’wen and J’lenn in the crowd though he didn’t make his way over to them… he couldn’t really even if he wanted to. He noticed some new arrivals in the stands that looked out of place. Little did he know that after the hatching he’d meet four of them. Utamrec shifted on the sands hot in his traditional candidates rob. He didn’t like J’lenn much but he respected the man’s idea of tradition… at least in the area of candidate robes.
Murmurs were going through the crowd as people mingled and candidates being ever nervous. Fun and games were pretty much over for those who caused such. There seemed to be a bit of a mental sigh from the crowd… and then one of the eggs started to move. Utamrec’s eyes were glued to this egg instinctively knowing it would be the first to hatch.
“Ladies and Gentalmen,” a voice called out loudly and Utamrec turned quickly to see one of the new comers, a young man (whom he would meet later that day), had a broad grin on his face as he finished his statement/jeer, “Welcome to the Main Event!” What was that about? he asked mentally and just so happened to miss the Light brown that was first to hatch. The hushed murmur of the crowd caused him to see the brown and though he’d missed his hatching he didn’t miss the fact that the brown’s wings were flecked with snowflakes and not the ones that were falling out side.
As the hatching went on it was apparent that every dragon had snowflakes on them whether on their wings, on their body, or both Either way they were there and not leaving any time soon. It was when the fourth egg of the hatching opened to expose a male red dragon that the voice of J’lenn was hear.
“This is an outrage!” he shouted before uncerimonyiously being pulled back into his seat by Ar’wen who sat in his lap. What ever the blue rider said to the searchrider it was something he didn’t like as his face went very, very pale. Utamrec laughed heartily. He’d only know Ar’wen for a short time but had already figured out the man was a prankster for sure and what ever he said it was something to shut J’lenn up for a while even if he didn’t mean what he’d said. It was seven more eggs till the next surprise came.
The eighth egg hatched to reveal a white gold. She was a beauty of a dragon but she was stuck. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye Utamrec saw movement. He turned his head slightly and watched as one of the new comers, a young almond eyed woman, leapt over the barrier between the stands and sands, landing with ease before running towards the young queen.
“Get back here!” one of her companions roared, “You’re not a candidate!” Immediately the twenty or so people who’d been sitting by her stood up and started chanting at her… “Sieve?” What’s that supposed to mean? the young man thought as he watched the young woman turn to yell back at them. One of the mothers, Senorith, beat the girl to it though as she snarled at the group. The twenty young men and woman looked at her in awe for a second before putting out both their hands and bowing to the queen in time with their new chant. “Senor-ith! Senor-ith!”. The young woman laughed and finally called out her dragon’s name. This young woman whom he would later know to be Aisu would not be the only one in the group to impress that day.
As the hatching wore on, Utamrec started to get nervous again. The eggs were dwindling in numbers while the candidates outnumbered them nearly two to one. Then other eggs started to become uncovered. How deep are Ryslen’s sand’s anyway? Utamrec started to question. As Ar’wen finally let J’lenn go. Soon the eggs were dwindling again but this time the amount seemed a bit more well distributed among the candidates.
It was after a bright pink dragon, a bright yellow dragon, and a metallic looking green that he started to feel the urgent need to eat. And he was starting to feel a bit of a cocky angriness inside him… But wait this wasn’t him, was it?
Utamrec instinctively looked to where the next egg was to split and knew that this was where this attitude was coming from. He was not surprised as the hatchling looked around and snorted huffily. Don’t stare at me! I’m not stage! I am Lyruth, lord of this hatching! I’ll maul you if you keep staring!, the voice echoed in Utamrec’s head as the iridescent red opened his snow flecked wings and gave a mighty roar for a hatchling.
“Lyruth you’re full of hot air,” Utamrec chuckled. Am not! I’m quite empty, thank you. Lyruth replied. Utamrec shrugged withholding a chuckle, “OK, let’s get you fed then.” Yes, we should, M’rec, the young red replied to his rider. The newly dubbed M’rec looked at the hatching and chuckled. Well one thing was for sure, Yui’s Rysenth wouldn’t be scaring the runner out from under him ever again.
We shall teach that trouble making green a lesson when I grow, you and I, yes? Lyruth asked his rider in a cocky way causing M’rec to chuckle. I guess so, Lyruth. I guess we will tame that wild one, M’rec replied mentally, and oddly he was sure of it.
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