Our world changed in the night (open)

[shadowreine]

The weyrling barracks were huge. The few dragons from Miracath's clutch rattled around in it...but they would soon be joined by Capricath's.

Zorowar, now Z'war, guided his odd colored dragon towards a wallow. He had left his bronze firelizard in the candidate barracks...he would probably have to go get him once Muzith was asleep. His life had changed utterly. He had gone in a matter of a few short day from drudge to candidate to weyrling to a dragon of a color that had not been seen before this clutch. As Muzith settled restlessly...he could feel that the cream was torn between tiredness and wanting to see everything...he looked the dragon over. He was about the size of a blue hatchling...larger than the purples and blacks, but not brown or bronze-sized. His hide seemed patchy, but that was an illusion of color...now the egg goo had been cleaned off, that could be seen clearly.

"He's beautiful," Z'war said...and he clearly didn't care who heard him.

[Dimma og Ljós]

<sup>Stepping into the Weyrling Barracks, Oisin, now O'in, glanced around, noticing there was currently only one Weyrling that had made it to the Barracks. Glancing around, he chose one of the alcoves for himself, passing a Weyrling and his Cream dragon on the way to his alcove. Of course, as he passed the Cream, Cintroeth had to stop and thingy his head at the slightly larger Cream. He chriped once or twice, as if trying to rouse the Cream, only to have Brun fly over him, chriping and barking up a storm, scolding the dragonet.

"Brun! Cintoeth! Calm down, both of you," O'in chuckled, watching from the enterance to his alcove as the dragonet and flitt interacted with each other. You can't just go around and wake up every dragonet just cause you feel like carrying on a conversation, CinteothMine, O'in thought, reaching out and scratching the young Black's eye ridge.


I was curious, RiderMine,</sup>

[/i][/b] Cintoeth crooned, leaning his head up to have his eyeridge scratched. As he did so, he found the scent of a piece of meat and reached out, happily taking the meat from his Rider's hand.

Brun settled on the bed that seemed big enough for a dragon and went to sleep. This of course upset Cintoeth to the point where the little Black nearly lay down on the small Brown flitt. This caused O'in to chuckle once more, as Brun settled on his bed. "This should be interesting," he whispered as both Cintoeth and Brun settled to sleep, not even showing the energy they had not five seconds ago.[/center][/sup]

[shadowreine]

Z'war glanced over. "So is the black one." He had half wondered if one of the blacks would chose them, but he had been very...sure...that he would Impress blue. Instead, he had this weird, but lovely, cream. Healthy, though. And a boy dragon, which fit...he had been unsure he could work well with a green.

[Dimma og Ljós]

<sup>Glancing up from his seat in his alcove, O'in noticed the Rider of the Cream was staring at Cintoeth. Grinning, he turned to look at the sleeping Black, curious as to why his dragonet's back foot was twitching. He reached out and rested a hand on the top of the Black's wing and watched as Cintoeth settled. "Dreams?" he wondered aloud, wondering if dragons could dream.

Again, his focus turned to the other Weyrling and for once in his life, made the first move at greeting someone. He raised his hand, waving to the other Weyrling. It wasn't much of a greet, but when someone like O'in suddenly waves and is interested in greeting someone he doesn't know, the small wave is a big step.</sup>

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[shadowreine]

Z'war waved back, then glanced at the two dragons. "Probably...although I wonder what they have to dream *about* when they're first Hatched like this." All they had seen was the Sands and their lifemates. Then again, dragons had lousy memories anyway. "I'm Z'war...I don't think we've even met properly." Z'war. It sounded good.

[Kirin]

Antheiath's royal purple hide glistened and shined in the light as she walked into the barrack, keeping close to her riders heels. Although she had just been well feed, bathed and oiled, the small dragons hide was a little on the dull side. But her slightly drooping head showed to any onlooker what the cause was. The dragonet was tired. Very much so. She barely spared a look for the Cream and Black in the room, instead curling up on Ahiru's bed and with in moments was dead to the world.

Ahiru looked down at the sleeping purple with such love in her eyes. She rested one hand on the supple, leathery hide of her dragon, comforted by the heartbeat she could feel pulsing through Antheiath, the gentle movements caused by every breath the small creature took. To think, this was her dragon now. Unbelievable. She lifted her blonde head to look at the human occupants of the room, pony tail swinging from side to side from the motion. One she recognised straighted away, Z'war, for they had both worked together before and then the other... she wasn't sure who he was but she had seen him about.
Ahiru opted not to get involved just yet, instead settling herself on her bed, back against the wall, watching and listening. If they talked to her or about something of interest then she would pipe up but she wasn't in the mood for engaging in mindless chitter-chatter.