Post by Heron on Jun 4, 2022 6:05:13 GMT
Of all the places Alxian had intended to be this day, the Weyr was not even on the bottom on the list. It wasn't on the list at all. But some smooth-skinned dragon-shaped *thing* had sniffed him out and its rider had gotten excited over something and they'd both demanded Alxian attend something called a Hatching. Ultimately, the name of the event was self-explanatory.
Here he was in nothing but a white cotton robe and bare feet singing in pain on the searing sands, surrounded by eggs as big as he was. A Hatching. Giant eggs. 2+2=DUH
Oh. Apparently that thing earlier had been an actual dragon. Just because it looked absolutely nothing like the dragons of Exandria...well. New world. New REALITY. New rules and apparently new creatures too. Or new iterations of the old ones, anyway, like dragons. Dragons looked utterly alien and were apparently much friendlier now. And lacked, mostly, the hallmark greed of their species that made adventurers seek them out for their hoards.
The half-elf wizard hopped from one foot to the other, trying to spare himself unnecessary burns. Eventually, around him, shells started cracking. The pureblood eggs from gold Barrandath's clutch, the various and varied mottled eggs found all over Teragaia and brought to the hatching sands laid out behind him. In the thick of things, all the shell-cracking seemed unnecessarily loud. One Candidate screamed as he was gored to death by a baby dragon on its way through, unaware of what it was doing in its haze of hungry desperation to find a bond, and across the way a pureblood dragonet went between with a small cry as, apparently, its soulmate was snuffed out. The dragonsong overhead shifted from welcoming to grieving, saddened by the loss of the small life, but quickly swelled back up to the hatching song again.
Eventually, a golden egg (as laid by a gold mottle, not the queen egg of the Pernese gold) shattered open and out flopped the most ungainly little black and blue creature that Alxian had ever seen. But it made its way to him, and then his soul poured open in the most dizzying, fantastical connection he'd ever felt, deeper even than his bond with Chester. Deeper than his bond with magic. And it felt like love, so much love, perfect love, enough love to knock him over sideways. She was perfect, this ungainly little muppet. She was perfect and she was his and-
X'ian, I'm hungry. Will you please feed your Imlueth?
"Yes, yes of course, sweet Imlueth. Let's get you something to eat."
*slides 30BP from Treasury across the counter*
Dragon Black Song Mottle Female Imlueth -- Alxian
All our members with the Song Dragon mutation up and left so I figured I'd revive it here. Her breath weapon is a lightning-charged mist and she's capable of bardic inspiration and battlesong, as well as having a lovely singing voice. Nobody has to worry about writing this one. I'll get to her when I get to her.
