OOC: You're not going to give me a break here, are you, Seph? *falls over dead*

IC:

Flexing translucent wings the Everland Stone dragonet abruptly looked up from her preening. She felt a gentle, adoring tug come from one of the candidates and couldn’t place the origins until she saw the image of a gathering storm enter her mind. She looked toward Mein and beside him stood the candidate that so called to her. *What is your name?* she sent, not budging, despite all of her curiosity. She wanted to go to Querine and investigate this person but decided she’d prefer it if the young woman would come to her. Surely she would if she were as interested as she seemed, the hatchling reasoned.

She sighed, feigning disappointment. *No, I don’t think I will ever find out. But I wouldn’t even try, promise.* She gazed up at Cinnamin sweetly. *Oh yes, I hope so,* she said eagerly, already imagining tricks to be played. Celariein then glanced at the regal form of Lothyrolana. *I am not of her kind, will she still welcome me?*

Glancing up at Mein, Querine ran over to the hatchling.*My name is Querine. Do you have a name little beauty?*Querine adored this hatchling to no end. It was not bad, her adressing this creature, was it?

OOC: I think i'm a bit over entusiastic tonight...*giggles* Sorry Falcon..I have been bored all day!

OOC: Well, I'm in a forgiving mood so I won't smite you today. That and I'm equaly bored.

IC:
*Querine? Pretty,* she mused, more to herself than the candidate. She looked up at her, glad she had come closer so she couldsee her better. *I don't have a name, it is for my chosen to decide. Are you Mine?* She likedthe feel of this person, but she wasn't quite ready to bond right away.


OOC: If any one is interested, I updated the list of hatchlings; I didn't feel like bothering all of you with a separate post again today.

Querine smiled at the little one."I could be yours, if you choose me. Mein is my only bond."

OOC: Sorry so short, i'm running low on creativity at the moment...

After hearing Doneryl's explanation of the Keepers Saiyuri teared up when the rose-white Mahkkir came closer to her. How could such a wonderful creature be interested in her? Her shock was even greater when suddenly the rose-white retreated back to her garnet keeper. As she watched the pair looking around at all those surrounding them her heart fluttered. It seemed the rose-white kept looking at her and she was unsure of what to think.

Seeking some sort of comfort or guidance Saiyuri turned her nervous gaze to Doneryl and whispered to him, "What should I do? I can't separate her from her keeper but the way she's looking at me Doner..." As her voice trailed off she looked once more to the Mahkkir and her Keeper, such a special pair... At a loss for words and thoughts on what to do Saiyuri leaned her head on Doneryl's shoulder and continued to watch the pair of dragonets, love in her heart and her eyes.

She sighed, feigning disappointment. *No, I don’t think I will ever find out. But I wouldn’t even try, promise.* She gazed up at Cinnamin sweetly. *Oh yes, I hope so,* she said eagerly, already imagining tricks to be played. Celariein then glanced at the regal form of Lothyrolana. *I am not of her kind, will she still welcome me?*

"Lotheryolana? of course she will" Cinnamin replied in a more serious tone, "she is my eldest bond and welcomes all others that I bond with. But as the eldest, she does expect and deserve the respect that her position demands. But you can ask her yourself."

>>Lotheryolana, my love<< Cin sent, >>Celariein has a question for you.<<

><What wish you little one?>< Lotheryolana inquired.

"Perhaps I do have it, sweet one." Zylunna smiled reasurenly at the Faeddhe. "I would love to have you and perhaps a good name for you would be Neshienna. It seems to suit you well and so lovely you are just as the name suggests." There were tears in the eyes of Zylunna as she bent down to caress the eye ridges of the dragoness.

The male Jermixee gave a chuckle, but reasurenly snuggled the Satin Dragon. "Oh dont you worry little girl, I have games of my own that we can play and perhaps I will be able to scare you in the way you scared me. Fair is fair after all, but do not worry your precious heart over it. Any way, if you cant find your name then maybe I can. Um, would you like Jrabrali? That seems to fit you."

Eliza thought she felt something in her mind and turned to look at the rose-white; female; Mahkkir; Caeddrhy; *v* " Hello" she thought to her.

The white regarded Isoke for another long moment then chirruped her approval. *I like Arya. I am Arya,* she pronounced happily. As soon as she saw the meat dangling from her chosen’s hand she pounced. Behind her the metallic males exchanged a brief glances and trilled an affirmation. **We come too, but we need names,** the silver sent, blinking large whirling eyes up at her

Isoke laughed with pleasure as the white accepted her name. As she fed the white and the males made there choice she looked to them. "It may take a moment for me to think of names but for now come eat." For the first time she used her telekinetic powers in the simple task of sending bits of meat to the little ones. Runako gave a rather strange choked sound at the sight. "What dear, I only have the two hands and it wouldn't do to get sand on their food."


*Me?* the Everland asked, taken off guard by Ravi’s reply. *I don’t know but that I am an Everland Dragon, and Water, at that. Can you help me figure it out?* The hatchling was beginning to sound positively confused. He flicked his cerulean tail, at the same time rustling his wings, unconsciously agitated by his own uncertainty.

Ravi stepped to the Everland's side. "Just hatched you know your kind and can speak with me; I am impressed. No need to be confused. We all learn about ourselves as we grow, but if you wish it I'll be there to help you along the way as best I can."

Runako back with his mate and Ravi comfortably talking to the handsome cerulean, Mitexi turned her attention back to the keepers. They seemed a little lost in their searching. The poor dears having found each other they needed to found a companion that suited both. It was hard enough finding one kindred spirit let alone finding one to fit two. She crooned reasurance. *You'll find your way... as you found each other.*

<<*Drools on the Pelovettt.* Ooooooohhhhhh, me likey! Right postage! *Surreptitiously wipes the little guy off.* Oops...>>

"I would delighted beyond comprehension, Lierenorinthe," I beamed at the flecked, copper Kilkerith, hurriedly escorting her to the edge of the sand and setting myself to the rapid job of feeding the pair of sisters. Never a particularly easy task, especially since my charges were hungry and I didn't much favor the idea of losing any of my fingers to the charming duo.
"Easy, my dear ones..." I crooned as their hunger began to slack, but my soft request was lost to the sudden crack of more shells being split assunder by their occupants, almost petulant in their desperation to be free and chose bondmates. With one last affectionate stroke to the hide of each of my newly chosen Kilkeriths, I strode towards the newly born dragonets. There were far more eggs than could have been imagined, so I felt very little guilt that I was, yet again, approaching a group of hatchlings.
In particular, my eyes were drawn by the dark, sinuous form of the young Pelovettt, midnight dark save for shimmers of stark, icy blue, he practically flowed across the sand with his movements! I couldn't help but offer a whispered curse under my breath, paying quiet homage to his appearance. He was a beauty, and my eyes could not leave him.
Which probably explained how I almost stepped on the ostentatiously bugling brown fire lizard...
I all but flew into the sky, landign with my feet on either side of the little hatchling as he regarded me with obvious annoyance - well, I had almost crushed him - and haranguing me as only an ired flitt could.
"Would a piece of meat subdue you?" I offered, searching my pockets and finding only a few pieces of preserved travelling meat. "Or at least, dried beef?" I inquired, holding them towards the brown, though my eyes still darted occassionally towards the black-indigo Caeddrhy, desire ripe on my features.

Celariein hesitated to ask the Caeddrhy queen and was doubly surprised when the regal dragoness initiated the conversation. *Would you allow me into your family,* she asked at last, *though I am not your kind? I can tell you are greatly eager for your own species about you.* She sat stalk-still, waiting anxiously for her answer.

The Faeddhe made a soft trill in her throat. *I would like that very much,* she answered quietly. *I am Neshienna and you are My Zylunna. Mine,* she repeated, *I am hungry.*

The relief on the Satin's face was palpable asshe leaned against him. *Yes, Jrabrali! You found it!* She was clearly overjoyed and nuzzled closer to him. *You are Mine, now and always, but I need food.*

OOC: Once again, to all, I'm sorry for my brief and weak posts; it's the best I've on me at the moment.

IC:
While Arya stuffed her dainty little face, the squabbling brothers sang anothr chorus of approval, eagerly accepting the bits of meat that floated in their direction. The food occupying their minds, they made no fuss over the lack oftheir pending names.

His unease disipated, the Everland replied quietly, *I think I would like that, but I still don't know anything about you.*

ATTN: Valihi

The little brown, darker smatterings of chocolate dusting his walnut hide, hissed indignantly at Tessa then abruptly quieted at the offered food. He sniffed at it warily- it smelled like something edible- then snatched it up in his mouth. In a bare second he spat the dried meat out, hitting her in the face with his undue force and looked up at her, his eyes whirling with hunger and a hint of something else. As he watched Tessa he uttered a happy little noise in his throat and hoped toward her. **Mine?**

The Pelovettt had been watching all of this with interest and amusement. When it appeared that the woman's attentions were no longer wholly on the silly little brown creature he sent, *What is it you said a moment ago?* he asked, referring to her quiet curse, *I didn't understand.* The dark hatchling was thirsting for any knowledge he could wrap his mind around and this unknown tidbit tantalized him.