Fruit of the Hunt (Flit Clutch!)

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"Impeccable timing, then! In finding them, and in getting them back here ... and intact!" Laier praised. The little blue on her lap stood up and crowed in similar sentiment. A very strange noise to come from a flitter, to be sure. And while it sounded nothing like an avian's crow, there really was no other way to describe the sound. Bouncing around in a small circle, Lennier looked expectantly and lovingly up at Laier, who laughed and patted him on the top of his head with a finger. Stripping off a new peice of meat, she offered it to him. Pouncing upon it, Lennier set right into chewing industriously on it. Despite his bulging sides.

Lask made a grumbly sound that was quite a lot of amusement boiling out her throat. And then deciding that having her head stuck through the window was a tad cramped, she moved to back out. All went well ... until her head struck the sill, and ... stopped. Lask squeaked, and then yanked again, slamming the back edges of her head and her jaw onto the sill. It landed with a solid sounding thud, and more than likely bruised Fygwesk's throat in the process.

Now Lask was worried. Thrashing about on the outside, she yanked again and again, in an effort to get her head out of the hole. Unfortunately, she was well and truely stuck. It had taken all her weight to shove her wedge shaped head through that tiny opening ... and now that it was time to back out, she couldn't. The wedge was backward, and the weight on the wrong side. Her jaw fell open, tongue lolling out as her eyes rolled, a gurgling noise boiling forth as she strained all her strength against her head.

That ... wasn't working. And Faranth, it hurt. She stopped pulling, and stood there for a moment. Smacking her jaws, she wiggled her head under Fygwesk's throat, and rumbled curiously. She wasn't about to pop her own head off her own neck in blind flailings, thankfully!

Laier shut her own mouth, after openly staring at the strange spectacle she had just witnessed. "Lask, what did you do

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Admin's Note:[/hr]" She asked, getting off her seat to go over to the poor wher's trapped head. She stroked the green's face for a momenet, before leaning around to look at the sturdy windowsill ... and Fygwesk's head, too. "I daresay you're in a pickle, you two!" She laughed a little bit, but it didn't last long ... this was serious. It was just ... funny at the same time.

Lennier scrambled up Laier's shirt to perch on her shoulder, meat dangling from his teeth. Sitting down there, he grabbed his meat to free his mouth. Giving a reproving chirp, he went back to gnawing on his meat.

[panther]

Hester grinned as the hatchling approached her, he sang beautifully, far beyond what she thought a flitter would be capable of, she had obviously heard the tales, but she hadn’t believed it. The brown stepped through the shards of the shell, and sat before her, looking up at her, serenading her and looking at her hopefully. She fed the small creature some meat roll – which she tore at hastily as she tried to make it easier to eat.

“Come on then Tchai, my melodic wonder.” She cooed cutely to the brown, he flared his wings, and she giggled, and crunched up her face, as one might to a babe. She fed him till he bulged, the small creature rolled to his back, wings neatly tucked, tail swishing side to side idly, eyes whirring warmly and inviting to his new keeper.

“Thank you Fyg, and Vitku, and to you too Fygswesk, I am so happy to see him, he’s a wonder, he really is.

Glancing sideways, she seen Alder, impress two twinned hatchlings! A tiger’s eye, and a hawkseye, how marvellous, both lived, “Well done Alder, a talent for the unusual I see.” She smiled, and delicately petted her brown. Yet she wouldn’t make too much of a move, or presumptions, for Danae stood nearby. She couldn’t really flaunt anything in the Gold handlers face, besides, it wasn’t of Hester’s habits to rub such things in the face of other women. She was a loving Harper lady, and she would be seen as nothing else.

Danae noticed the blonde talking to Alder… it was noted, but she said nothing, instead, abandoning conversation with Fyg, and Vitku – who seemed to all but with eachother alone – she paid attention to the new male in her life, Romeo, the charming creature he was, stroking him she found a peculiar attachment to him. He represented the end of one thing, and the beginning of another.

Romeo chirruped, and nudged her cheek, concern whispering through his eyes slowly as he looked at her, she gave a saddened face back, then smiled half heartedly, and sent him thoughts of content and wellness. The flitter was such a charmer, and well worthy of the name he bore.

[Shekru]

With a squawk and a growl, Fygwesk threw a leg around Lask's shoulders to pin her into not moving. Still. He instructed, and slowly turned his head sideways and craned his neck around and inside the window. That opened quite a bit of room for the green to tug her head out, and though he was patient enough, Fygwesk gave Lask a light nudge to show her she could get out. He was staying. He wanted to watch!

>> The last of the eggs began to rock and sway. A few of them taking their time, but one opening up as if the egg simply fell apart around it. Springy and vibrant, a green tumbled out and, after untangling herself from wing and tail, she stood. There were dark bolts of emerald on her shoulders and haunches, and while the majority of her hide was true green, the insides of her wings mimicked sunlight through leaves - bringing out the sunny yellow in the canopies faintly. Of the remaining people waiting around the bowls, the green took her time in choosing. Sneering faintly at the dregs, but stoping and fanning wings when she spotted Evigan. Ah HAH! Her posture said, and she slinked her way toward the weaver and crawled up the front of her shirt. Wings curled around the woman's shoulder joints and the firelizard's head ducked beneath her chin. 'I found you! Happy!' her croons and actions seemed to say. <<


"No, no! I like th'name." Fyg replied quickly, and sat back again with a grin. Hester was given a smile and a nod. "Glad to have put happy faces on folk. Sorry for wakin' you all up so late, but I figured y'wouldn't mind much." Viktu's assessment of her 'motherly glow' earned him a look. And though the look was slightly perturbed, there was a touch of color in her cheeks. "I have no doubt Fygwesk could produce offspring as handsome, if not more so. It's just fun." Fyg had a soft spot for living things, despite the barbarism of her trade.

Taking a look around the dining hall, after Viktu agreed to wine, Fyg rose from her chair slowly and began to make her way toward the arches leading out of the Hold. "Whenever you're ready, master chef."

[Kino]

[kay guys, sorry for the delay. I'm not gonna read EVERYTHING I missed xD; So I'll just jump back in, and respond to the last post directed to me, then go from there.

Also: wow! really glad I skimmed xD I didn't even realize he'd impressed the first one ^^; sorry about that. Work and junk got in the way. Here's hoping the posts that just went by can technically be all considered just a few moments of time. xP]

Naret had looked over to Viktu when he called his name, offering a smile and giving a nod in response to his question. He'd been off to the nearby Dark Moon Weyr delivering a message for one of their Riders, but had - judging by the eggs that Ikarit was staring so intently at - gotten back just in time to watch something fairly interesting. When the first egg cracked open, it turned out to be just that. He'd stumbled across a few flitt hatchings over his years of delivering messages - though during those he'd stood back and well away from the hatching critters - so he knew enough by now that a bronze as a first-hatched meant a pretty good sign for the rest of the clutch.

Ikarit had also been with him to those other hatchings, and Naret had - at least when he was a kitten - had to hold him back. Luckily by now he'd gotten the idea that the newly hatched firelizards were not to be played with, and so when the bronze looked directly at the wide-eyed feline he stayed sitting just where he was. Naret smiled a bit at the feline, and when he turned his attention back to the bronze he was surprised to see that it was staring directly at him.

The boy blinked, not having expected to actually gain any firelizard's attention, but the essence of hunger was suddenly flooding through his mind and refusing to be ignored. Naret broke off a good-sized piece of the meatroll he was eating and put it down in front of the firelizard. He couldn't help but smile when the little flit started at it voraciously. He continued giving the bronze pieces of the meat filling (he had opted to pull the pastry away from it and only give the flitt the meat) until the creature seemed satisfied enough to curl up on the table and let his lids droop. Naret tilted his head a bit down at the creature, reaching forward and lifting the sleepy hatchling into his hands, letting him rest in the crook of his arms and giving Ikarit a warning look when the feline seemed about ready to swipe at the flitt's tail; he tucked the tail up into his arms, too, to make it less tempting for the feline.

When he looked up the last egg was hatching out; apparently he'd been quite tunnel-visioned onto the bronze. He saw quite a few mutants among the clutch, and wondered if that had anything to do with how close they were in proximity to Dark Moon - he'd heard enough on his deliveries to know that there was a good amount of mutated dragons that came from there. He noticed the rest of those who'd gotten a flit throwing names out, and looked back down to the bronze. He supposed the little guy would need a name now, too.

[Not much interacting...xD; sorry, I'm gonna try and keep up now, I promise.

Oh and as a quick note, his name's Naret, not Nerat. I understand the mix-up though, 'cause I was re-reading "All the Weyrs of Pern" and I realized there's a PLACE called Nerat...which was kind of funny, in my opinion, but I didn't do that on purpose xP]

[Akki]

Viktu sat there, staring at the thrashing green wher. He had never seen a wher in such a conundrum before to be honest, and he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry on her behalf. “Would she get mad if I laughed?” He asked, turning his head slightly to look at Laier. The last thing he wanted to do was to get on a wher’s bad side. However, he didn’t have time for laughter it seemed as Fygwesk managed to solve the problem. What a smart brown!

He watched as a green went over to Evigan and flashed the woman a beaming smile before turning his eyes back to Fyg. “Well I’m glad.” He sniffed, nodding his head. He liked the name and Fysque did too apparently as another croon rose up from her. “Not only would his children be handsome, but they’d also have a knack with finding clutches I bet.” Viktu laughed. He got up and followed the woman, a grin on his face. “Master chef? I believe your mistaken Lady Wherhandler. I’m just a small cook.”. He waved goodbye to the people and also to Lask and Fygwesk before following her.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

Laier looked over at Viktu, and smiled before shaking her head. "No, she won't get mad at you. Even if you did laugh at her." She patted Lask's nose. "Go ahead and see if you can get out, now, love. He's moved aside for you." Laier encouraged to her wher, hoping that it did, indeed, work. That hole still seemed awful small. But maybe if Lask did manage to get out, then maybe she wouldn't cram her head in another window? Hopefully. This was a rather awkward situation to try and get the big beast out of.

Lask grumbled, and wiggled her head around a bit, before trying to squeeze back out of the window. Maybe there was more to be seen inside, sure. But after having realized how stuck she was, Lask was more than ready to try and get back out of the window! Wiggling her head back and forth, she pulled with all her might. Finally, her head popped free, leaving her to sit hard on her rump with a thump.

Shaking her head, Lask reached up with a foreleg to rub the back edges of her head. Ow. She commented, simply. She stood up again, and padded over to the tricksy window, and peeked through - without shoving her head through it this time! Laying down on the ground, she was happy to keep Fygwesk company.

Laier nodded approval once she saw the wher free, and smiled slightly, before reaching up to stroke Lennier's head. "There... all better." She decided, before turning around to take a look to see what all she'd missed.

[Sparrow]

Evigan brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes as she glanced about at the empty shells. It appeared she had arrived at the end of the hatching. There still seemed to be a few shaking and out popped a little green flitter. Her hide was amazingly coloured. She seemed a prissy little firelizard. Evigan had grabbed a meat roll and chewed on it as she kept an eye on the little creature. The Weaver had not been Searched as a candidate so she tried not to get her hopes up when people mentioned Firelizard clutches. What was the chance she’d impress?

The little firelizard had apparently found something in the Journeywoman that she did not see in herself. Evigan felt the tiny, yet sharp claws pick their way up her shirt before settling on her shoulders, crooning. The woman’s mouth formed an “o” of surprise and it was frozen for a moment before remembering that she should probably feed the little green. She offered the bit of meat roll to the flitter who gobbled it up.

She returned Viktu’s smile and was about to thank Fyg before she realized the woman had already left. That she would do later she supposed. Now, she had to think of a name for the firelizard. Something that would go with the little green’s colouring… The bands of dark colour on shoulders and haunches looked a bit like fern leaves. “I do believe ‘Fern’ will be a good name for you,” Evigan said rubbing the chin of the flitter.

[[Thankies ^^]]

[Shekru]

"Pff, if I have to put up with you calling me Lady, you'll just have to deal with being called Master Chef." Fyg argues with a chuckle, walking close to the cook as they exit the dining hall.

The last of the eggs cracks and a scrawny blue manages to wobble his way toward a stablehand, nearly collapsing in the man's massive palm in time to be fed. Oh, that's nice! The excitement of the late night seems to be drawing to a close, for the most part. The shards are left in the bowls for a little while until a small team of drudges wake and dispose of them.

(( That's it for this hatching! Caspian will have more in the future. Thank you to everyone who participated, you were really wonderful! ))