Just to have Kit find her, "Come here, this you have to see." She said, then took Sari's wrist and walked into a rather large, and warm, room. Still holding onto Sari's wrist she almost literally dragged her partner over to a nest like area where some eggs were cradled in sand, some rocking, others not.
"These are flits," someone remarked, "You want to bond one?"
Sari blinked, "Bond? Like a dragon?"
"They are miniature dragons," a girl responded, holding up a bowl of meat to them, "Find a baby and feed it, and be nice to it, or else it'll vanish and not come back."
A faint cracking sound drew their eyes back to the eggs, as three of the eggs collided and split open, spilling out a white, a green, and a green gold. A red burst through its shell soon after, hissing at the green and green gold, before making its way over to Kit with the white flit.
She grabbed some meat from the bowl that the child had placed near them, and fed it to the two flits, smiling slightly as the red bolted the food, while the white tried to be dainty about eating, but only succeeded in bolting her food in a more mannerly way.
Sari, meanwhile, was trying to feed both the green and green gold at once, the effort confused even more as the two kept moving around and snapping after each other's food.
Finally, the flits were satisfied and curled up to sleep. Kit's white and red chose her shoulders, the white curling up on her left shoulder and partially around her neck, almost vanishing into her white fur cape as it did. The red, though, settled down on her right shoulder, watching everything. Sari's two were curled around her arms and partway onto her shoulders, both of them asleep.
"Dralis," Kit said as she touched the tip of her red's muzzle, then turned her head slightly and touched the white one, "Zalaeri. Protection and Grace."
Sari smiled, and named first the green, then the green gold, "Yra and Pyrai."
Kit let her hand fall to her side and her smile fade as she glanced at Sari, "Well, I guess we have to find rooms now, since these people seem to have decided that we're to... bond to dragons."
"It won't be that bad, Kit."
Kithariani shrugged, then turned and walked out of the room, leaving Sari to follow her, a bit worriedly, hoping that Kit wouldn't bump into a man and injure or kill him...
That wasn't the best way to introduce themselves, not in the slightest.
Kithariani woke Anissari up with a light tap, as she pulled her shirt on and adjusted the choker around her neck. With a small flip, she threw her cape around her body and fastened it in place, before nodded to the two flits, who quickly settled on her shoulders.
"Wake up, mage-lady, the hatching is coming soon."
Anissari sat up, blinking in the darkness at Kit's attire, "Don't you have anything else to wear?"
"I refuse to wear those uncomfortable outfits in the middle of the night when I should be sleeping," she growled back, before turning and striding out, heading towards the sands.
"Line up and shut up. If the eggs don't start hatching quickly enough then start kicking at them, I'm not staying here all night." Tenken growled out as she, and the rest of the candidates, walked in and began to sort themselves out around the clutch.
Shooting the annoying male a glare, unpeturbed by his "Glare of Death", she situated herself as far from him as possible, Anissari at her side, and waited for this to get over with.
With annoyance she listened to Tenken be cranky at the dragons, as hatchling after hatchling hatched and bonded. Finally, though, he began to slowly drift to sleep, just as two rather impressive dragons hatched together.
Her eyes fixed on the rainbow-white, noting only barely the blue-silver zappy next to it. The small dragon approached her, then rose to her full height, small though it was, My name is Esraphyr and though I may be small I will help you out in battle to the best of my ability!
Kit had to smile at that, as she knelt down and stroked the rainbow-white, "I know you will, Esraphyr."
She wasn't really surprised that Kithariani absolutely insisted on wearing that strange finery of hers, but at least she had left the sword behind!
... Especially after the greeting they recieved as they stepped onto the sands, with Tenken growling out something in his annoyance that caused Kit to give him her own version of the death glare.
Frankly, she thought Kit was better at it.
Anissari watched hatchlings spill out of their shells and bond, with Tenken growling out stupid things in reproach to the hatchlings attempt to be dramatic.
It's their day, jerk, let them have it.
Two hatchlings immediately caught her eye, a beautiful rainbow white that marched gracefully over to Kit and proceeded to bond with her, and then a darker dragon, like a lightning storm at midnight, the bright markings jagging across its blue-silver hide.
The blue-silver nuzzled her hand, remarking And I choose you. I'm Ageania.
Smiling, she crouched and hugged Ageania.