April 2018 Featured RPG
Welcome
Dalibor is a semi-canon Dragonriders of Pern site. No knowledge of the series or site is required to join; players of all experience levels are welcome here. Founded in 2008 on Proboards and moved to Jcink in 2013, Dalibor has been running for nine years.

News
Winter, 18th Turn, 11th Pass

Upcoming Flights/Runs:

Upcoming Hatchings:

While not unnatural in its violence, the dual hatching of Copper Queens Laanasuth, and Zelsk, has brought many changes Pernwide to the Dragon Candidate program. Raising the Age of Candidacy, and laying more rigorous emotional requirements on those admitted into the program and permitted to stay after. Dalibor has settled into an easy peace with the hatching fading into memory and young dragonets and wherets visible as they come into their own.

Included in their ranks are two colours new to Pern. Indigo dragons, and Pink whers, as well as Dalibor's first instance of a dual-bonded Wherhandler. As always, the West seems eager to produce weirdness for the rest of Pern.

Curiously, a steady flow of messengers seem to be traveling between Grove and Dalibor Weyr during the early sevendays of the new season; which is already proving to be milder than some in Dalibor's recent history.
Leadership
Weyrwoman
Rayna of Gold Couineth - Boo

Weyrleader
Z'dyn of Iron Baihujinth - Rhia

Jr. Weyrwoman
Jali of Copper Laanasuth - Rii

Jr. Weyrleader
Os'nin of Blue Alwanath - Aerona

Alphahandler
Norla of Bronze Norsk - Ives

Betahandler
Oreanda of Bronze Osk & Blue Oresk - Ruin
Der of Grey Desk - Rii

Weyrlingmaster
K'ton of Blue Ironth- Jenn
S'vor of Green Absinth - Ruriko
Nia of Pink Koeneth - Catsitta

Wherlingmaster
Ijo of Brown Isk - Rhia
Pavir of Blue Pavisk - Captain
Swithin of Blue Swisk - Ives

Candidatemaster
Ulian of White Rivath - Ruin
Zanii of Black Zansk - Leo

Staff
Admins
Ives
Rii
Ruin

Historians

Rhia
Tobes

Advertisers

Captain
Tigersilk
Credits
Dalibor was created by Bre, continued by Cathaline, and is now owned and operated by Ruin. Most of the information, rules, and graphics were made, compiled, or written by staff with credit given to those whose resources they used. Stock thanks to credited parties. All characters and posts are copyrighted to the members of the game. No material from this site should be copied in any way, shape, or form without utter express permission from the members and staff. All references to worlds and characters based on Anne McCaffrey's 'Dragonrider of Pern' series are copyright Anne McCaffrey 1967-2017, all rights reserved. The Dragonriders of Pern is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey, used here with general permission for non-commercial purposes without monetary gain.

Pages: (11) 1 2 3 ... Last » ( Go to first unread post )
Add Reply
New Topic

 Tempest in a Teapot, AU:18 {Coppertop Hatch}
Catsitta
 Posted: May 3 2018, 01:41 PM
Quote
Weyrlingmaster





Eeveelution Trainer


1064 Posts
455 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Evening draped the world in a velvet cloak. Shadows unfurled and collided as the painted hues of dusk faded into twilight, chasing indoors those that reveled in Rukbat’s light. The riders would be settling soon, the last meal taken before bed in full swing, as the handlers were awaking to begin their rounds. All was calm. The lingering warmth of summer all but gone from the autumn air, a faint breeze casting ripples across the lake.

Within the hatching caverns, none of the cool whispers of wind snaked their way through the heavy heat radiating off the Sands. Two sets of eggs rested at the care of copper queens. One wher, one dragon. Over 40 in total and dutifully tended for many a sevenday, they were the talk of Dalibor, a dual hatch such as this unusual in its own right.

Zel peered down at the queens and their clutches from where she stood in the Stands, holding back a yawn. For the past few days, Zelsk utterly refused to let any casual visitors to observe. Weyrleadership and the on duty guards were fine. But any inquiries to let Candidatemasters escort their classes to view the eggs were met with blunt refusal. Even some of the guards were given a suspicious stare if she didn’t know them as well as the others. This moodiness accompanied by a nitpicking ire that drove her handler to wits end. Sleeping in the Stands to make sure the copper’s wants were met wasn’t exactly the best way to get a good day of rest.

The priderunner tilted her head as Zelsk paced. She paused now and then to nose at an egg before pacing more. There was a tension to the air. Full of expectancy. To her annoyance and dismay, Zelsk paused by the mostly submerged egg she buried on day one, and pointedly kicked sand over the top. Why? Weren’t they over this? She left the egg exposed since the Touching and now she decided to cover it again. Zel was about to scold her burying the ashen egg when a low hum rang out.

Zelsk’s eyes whirled, ’They come.’

A sharp crack split the side of a medium, pale blue egg. There was a pause, then a large snap as the hatchling within pushed free, dark and eggwet. A few seconds later, it shook off the remnants of shell and flickered tiny wings, its form sleek but unbalanced. It was easy to mistake it for a black at first, despite his size, due to the inky richness of its hide. But as the hatchling oriented itself on the sand and picked quietly around its clutchsiblings, Zel spotted vivid blue markings that almost seemed to glow, the contrast tricking the eye.

At this time, the green egg beside the blue’s began to vibrate violently. It shook and it shook, as if the wheret within couldn’t wait a moment longer to join its brother. The blue pawed at the shell, attentive despite being a whole big new world. He said nothing, quiet in his quest. Then, without prompting, he sank his claws into the green egg and ripped, rending the shell apart. Out tumbled the wheret from within. Inky like the blue, but smaller, stubbier, stockier...and its markings a color that made Zel’s eyes grow wide upon seeing.

Zelsk cooed, preening over her babies.

Go, go, go! Wanna see. Wanna go! Come with, brother. Go explore!

“Pink,” she whispered.

Like a young canine, the wheret tumbled her way around the rest of the eggs, scrambling about on stubby legs. Her blue brother--an almost twin given their identical markings--followed in suit. There was nothing hurried as he walked, obviously alert and mindful of his overeager sibling.

As if their hatching were the signal to the rest of the eggs, the rest of Zelsk’s brood began their hatching song.

Laanasuth…

Zel wondered why Zelsk didn’t call for the candidates to come, and instead looked towards the copper dragon beside her. No...at her eggs. As if expecting something.

.

NOTE: Please wait for Rii to post before tagging in. Coppertop occurs before Dreamdiner Graduation. As always, have fun!


PMEmail
^
Rii
 Posted: May 3 2018, 01:42 PM
Quote
Jr. Weyrwoman





Idea Factory


2476 Posts
3567 Marks
Member Inventory: View




The days since Laanasuth had clutched had seemed incredibly long to Jali. Full of trying to keep up with everything she needed to do as day to day duties, trying to make things smoother for Os'nin and Alwanath, just... just trying. It was hard enough normally, but with only two months... probably less... until she finished her own gestation, it just made everything more difficult.

Laanasuth, bless her heart, had done her best to stay levelheaded while on the sands. Paranoid, yes, of course, that was unavoidable after she'd witnessed five of her eggs murdered. But there were guards from the beginning this time, ones she trusted. And there was Zelsk, to keep her company and share advice with, and that helped to wile away the countless candlemarks it took for eggs to harden.

Jali lifted her head a bit from the hide she'd been reading when she heard the crack of an eggshell breaking. "Ahh. Zelsk's eggs are hatching, hmm?" Her brows rose in surprise at the second wheret out. "Congratulations, Zel," she told the younger woman with a smile. "Another first, as far as we know."

Laanasuth had been watching, still half-curled around her clutch with one wing partially extended to shelter them while she rested. At the mention of her name, she lifted her head, inclining it gracefully in agreement. Yes, she answered the copper wher. Delicately, she folded her wing in, making it easier to see the whole extent of her clutch. Some of the eggs closest to her body were definitely rocking. Mine are, as well.

Even as she spoke, a small, dark egg on one side of the clutch burst open, letting a small black body scramble out and onto the sands. Hopping once or twice clumsily, he chirped and looked around. So this was the world outside the egg! It seemed so... so... hm. Dry.

While he contemplated what to do next, a second egg not that far away, a glossy greyish-yellow one, rocked, then burst out a forepaw-sized chip. This was followed by some vigorous rocking, and another chip. Then another. Finally a compact little cyan worked her way free, shaking herself off. FREEDOM! Oh, it was so good to finally get to stretch out and move!

Humming, Laanasuth dipped her head to nudge each of her newly-hatched children, before she lifted it again. It is time.

All candidates to the sands, she broadcast to the Weyr at large. Do not linger. Our eggs are hatching now.


PMAIM
^
Ruin
 Posted: May 3 2018, 02:07 PM
Quote
Betahandler





Capslock Queen


3366 Posts
485 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Osk was patrolling the Stands, though whether it was defense or nervous parental habit, he could not say. No one would come for these eggs, this he knew, because he would kill them. The Queens would kill them, but something was telling him to move, to flex, to reach, to claw, to scratch. It was an impulse that ran along his spine with shivers that shook the woman who was sprawled out between his wingshoulders, her body rocking back and forth with his movements. Oreanda was dozing.

It was a light fitful sleep but all the more important after several weeks of hectic human politics, guard duty, and Betahandler responsibilities. Any sleep she could steal from requirement was stolen gladly. The wher beneath her stiffened, his head shooting up from the lowered sniffing state it had been in prior, his bright orange eyes peering down to where the Queens lay, to where Zelsk guarded their clutch. The sudden stop jostled Anda in a way so dissimilar to his fluid felinesque movements that she found herself sitting upright, fingertips gripping the muscular swell and folds of his bulging neck.

?

They come he said so faintly, and with such tenderness, that even mind-to-mind Oreanda felt she could scarcely hear it. She could not know it was an echo of what Zelsk was saying to her Handler, and perhaps nor could he, but he said the words all the same. The large beast turned and paced along the wall toward one of the distant openings where soon enough Weyrfolk and Holderfolk alike would pour in to watch this momentous dual hatching.

He would scent every one of them, try his very best to determine why they were truly here and if they were a danger to his brood and those of Laanasuth. For now, however, they were alone. Two Copper Queens, their guardians in the Stands, and numerous children. Anda did not need to strain to hear the crack of distant eggs. In the silence of the cavern, its massive sound-catching craggy walls, it was like an axe biting wood. She felt Osk shift beneath her to press himself again to the barrier that separated the watchers from the experiencers.

Show me she encouraged, amused to find that he had very nearly forgotten her in this exciting moment. A first time father, and of such an important clutch, she could feel the Bronze’s pride swelling in his chest. Soon enough he might very well pop from the emotions swirling inside his head. The gentle reminder of her existence tempered some of that hot-headedness, she felt his awareness swing around onto her mind before reaching out again to the clutch. This time, however, she was shown the wash of brilliance that was the heat of the Sands.

Osk’s children burned like a forge.

They radiated with such heat from their time baking in their shells that it was almost painful to watch through her wher’s eyes, but watch she did. He snorted softly, proudly, and she did not need to ask to know that a Blue was a solid and loyal colour. Worthy of first, and worthy of the Weyr. What came next however took them both by surprise; though they might not have known it at all if Zel had not been so close that Osk could hear her whisper.

The word sent a ripple through the Bronze’s body and Anda found herself astride a beast akin to a young canine. Was he? He was. Prancing. Osk sat up to hook his forepaws over the wall, talons scraping on the stone as he huffed from both his nose and mouth. Zelsk and Osk make new colour. Wild blood prove true, be smart and wise and maybe kinder than Osk. Maybe. Yes many kinder than Zelsk, you will see

Anda perched forward on the bulging neck below her, as if she could see through her own eyes. It was through Osk’s however, that she watched Dalibor’s, and perhaps Pern’s, first Pink wher take her first steps in the wide world. Even Laanasuth’s voice, brilliant and commanding in her head, announcing that her own children were come and that Candidates were required, could not rip away Osk’s eyes from the dancing child he knew to be ‘pink’.

Oreanda could only slide back into the saddle of muscle between his wings and marvel at how curious this hatching would be when it was all said and done, as if that tiny pink hatchling foretold the start of something truly amazing. And perhaps she did.
-

ALL CANDIDATES

Rivath had been scurrying from room-to-room before Laanasuth had called. A dragon always knew, and she was far more empathic and perceptive than even most dragons. Her little white voice ranged far and wide, finding the Candidates who were still out at chores, or hiding in corridors far from prying eyes. come come now, COMENOW, we do not keep them waiting or they snack on you like little rolls of meat and bags of bones, come, come little ones, little ones wait for little ones little ones little ones. Ulian reached their mind out to soothe her excitement and she stilled, paws lifted in movement, in the common area.

Robes and armor are at the Barracks. Any Candidate lacking one, or both, will be removed from the Grounds and returned to the Barracks. You will clean yourselves quickly, accept armor and robes from the ‘Masters the Whites words faded as she made way for Laanasuth, the Copper Queen bespeaking them all to tell of the coming children. When her words fell away, Rivath’s continued.

Within the Barracks, Ulian had lined the boy’s and girl’s corridors with the metal wheeled racks that held the robes and armor. They were arranged in order by size, a visual gradient that would help the frazzled Candidates keep their wits about them. ”You must all wear armor, you must all wear a robe. Dragon Candidates you will carry nothing else with you, and you will have no pets. If Rivath or I see any pets on the Sands with you, you will be removed, do not try your luck on this. Wher Candidates, you will carry nothing but your knife, which is to be used only to cut yourself and offer your blood to your wher, not for self defense. Not for brandishing and acting a fool.”

Ulian waited for them at the entrance, checked each and every one of them for armor, robes, and no items, and then led them around the building to the Candidate Tunnel where they had led them only a few sevendays previous to touch the eggs, and a few sevendays previous to that to roll on the Sands and work out their nerves. The Candidatemaster turned to face their charges when stone beneath their feet gave way to the burning heat and spongy grains. ”Remember,” they said softly. ”Keep your minds calm, be open to Impression, and though you might see terrible things, know that even the most fearsome dragon can make you a perfect partner if you are willing to work with them. This will be difficult, but you may well leave sharing your mind with your match.”

With that said, Ulian stepped aside and led the Candidates onto the Sands, a follow-the-leader procession down to where the clutches had been laid. Ulian knew Zanii would sort out where the Wher Candidates were position, so pulled the others along with them. ”Duals, straight down in a wedge here, girls on this side, boys on that, else in the middle.” opposite to the norm, in order to line up the Dragon and Wher wedges without mixing genders. ”Dragon Candidates,” they motioned and held out one lanky arm. ”Boys to the left, girls on the right, else in the middle please.”

”Leave enough distance for the babies, do not cling to one another as much as you might want, the hatchlings will need space to search you. Calm of mind, Candidates,” they encouraged, and then took their leave to go stand with the Healers under the shadow of Red Entomath where they would be close enough should the children have need of them.

-

For once, Vianna was in bed.

She hadn’t really meant to be in bed so early, but she was just so tired. It was hard work spending her time going from Candidate to Candidate making sure they were okay. So, maybe she got some weird looks when she popped up in the stables with some cool and tangy citrus drink. Maybe the laundry room still had a faint hint of flowers from the bouquets she’d delivered for those on robes duty this past sevenday. And yes, maybe the bread had gotten just a little bit burnt because she’d blustered into the kitchens only a day or two ago, demanding that everyone take a moment to have a bite to eat and tell her all about their days.

Overall, things were going very well at Dalibor!

Did that mean she was going to get a dragon? No, but she was okay with that, or at least as okay as she could be after seven turns of failing to find her lifemate. She was making new friends, friends who hadn’t watched her fail over and over again while all of her siblings succeeded. Friends who didn’t instantly judge her for not having a dragon, but instead for being so happy about it. She loved all of them, from the oldest to the youngest, and she desperately hoped that they, each and every one, found a dragon. Even if there weren’t really enough dragons to go around, maybe some of the eggs were twins! Maybe triplets!

This was the little daydream, right on the budding evening, that Rivath intruded upon with her imploring tone. ”Oh my stars, it’s time isn’t it Rivath?” Of course it was really time, so the little White didn’t answer her directly, but as she chattered away Vianna spilled out of her room and stumbled right into the racks that held the armor and the robes. She knew from previous fittings which size was just right for her, so it really only took a handful of moments for her to strip and dress. Actually she was rather nude at moments in the middle of the female hallway, but that’s why they separated them, wasn’t it? She wasn’t even surprised to find she was among the first of the Candidates who stampeded out to Ulian where their Candidatemaster waited at the entrance.

It just about killed her waiting for the rest so they could make their way to the Hatching Grounds. She listened the whole way, attentive to a fault, pausing when Ulian turned to speak to them, and filling in with the other girls when directed to where she should be standing on the Sands.”Y’all look like a pie wrapped up for a week-end Gather, why you’re just about the most delicious thing I’ve ever seen!” That was, of course, meant to be encouragement to her fellows. It was about then, the moment when she found herself surrounded by other hopeful girls, that she stopped paying much attention at all. Instead she was looking at the eggs. ”Oh my word! Is that a PINK WHER? Look y’all, there’s a PINK WHER over there, anyone wanna switch sides?” She was laughing, and there was probably a shhhh from one direction or the other, but she wasn’t paying much mind to that either.

It was a Pink wher!

For one long moment, Vianna wondered if she should switch sides, but Laanasuth’s children began to hatch with one dark dragonet, and Vianna’s head filled in visions of the rest dancing in the sand.

-

Laanasuth calls the Red hummed into her Rider’s mind, and Yrsavild motioned to the Journeymen and Apprentices to gather their prepared bags and follow her to the Hatching Grounds. The Healers would arrive before the Candidates, as they had far fewer preparations to do before stepping onto those burning sands, but there was still plenty of unpacking and checking to be done while the children dressed all in white took their places. ”Redwort your arms, to the elbows as you’ll never know where a hatchling might thrash, and portion out the numbweed.” She was calm and cool with her Apprentices, but it was a requirement here. There was no room for emotion when so many lives might be on the line.

Her eyes strayed sideways to the Healers of humans, as if searching for a familiar face, her mouth quirked as if ready to deliver a quip...but the corner fell and her eyes hardened turning forward instead. There was always later for amusements and frivolity. A drink to bolster whatever bravery they lost after a hatching that might go no more than a candlemark, but seem like an age. Entomath followed the stragglers in, and slung herself out behind the camp, a physical barrier to prevent whers and dragonets alike from raging out beyond the grounds into the Bowl unless escorted or otherwise permitted by the cutchmothers.

It was true, her presence had not protected a Rider at a hatching not long ago, but it had prevented something far worse from happening, so she was a welcome guard to the camp, her sapphire eyes dancing in the greenish dim lighting of encroaching darkness. While the Apprentices sorted bandages and readied sutures and wherrygut on temporary tables that the workers were assembling, she was sorting through small pots of numbweed and small flasks of redwort. These, like the worst gift ever given at a party, would be for the Weyrlings forced to tend to their injured lifemate in their new Barrack-bound home.

A dual hatching. The Sands would be red and green in equal measure before dawn had broken, or she was far more cynical than even he had given her credit.

@Rowana

-

Ha. I love to watch the stonebloods lust after what they can’t have. I plucked you from them with your eyes full of fear and worry for the ‘slaves’. You knew nothing then, Fisher, you know hardly anything else now

The slip of a girl-turned-woman, still far too young and hopeful for the world, smiled sweetly at her dragon. ”You just want to go and chew on Freyotth a bit, and you’ll never convince me any otherwise.” Ijreth snorted delicately from her perch on the weyrledge, her talons flexing dangerously on stone as she watched other dragons fluttering off toward the Hatching Grounds, a hum working its way up and down her lovely pale-blue throat.

Fisher laughed and fluttered to the side of her dragon, wrapping her small arms around the Cyan’s foreleg in a warm show of affection and love that was so like the girl, and so unlike the beast. The action seemed to blossom a tenderness inside Ijreth, as evidenced by her pointed predatory snout turning down until its bright tip roosted in the girl’s inky black hair. They stayed like that a spell, wild girl and wild beast, before Fisher laughed and unhooked a simple loop of harness from the nearby wall.

One of Ler’s best works, although all her harnesses were his best work as far as Fisher was concerned. She had accepted the necessity of the precaution over the turns. She had watched her brothers near devoured by Thread, so how could she turn her nose up at Flight Leathers that might save her own hide and protect Ijreth’s life? She had grown, and was still growing, into herself.

She looped the thickly padded leather around the base of the Cyan’s neck and buckled it snug before bouncing up between her neckridges. Ijreth’s head spun haughty on her neck and she screamed a welcoming cry; to the hatchlings, to the Weyr, to the joy of living, before dropping from her ledge to slip into the sky. They followed a multitude of coloured sails into the Grounds, but it was Ijreth’s sharp yellow-ish eyes that picked out one dragon among many.

She dropped in beside the Burgundy neatly, her wings flicking back as sharp as a birds, and she did in fact nip him on his shoulder in greeting. To her credit, she waited until Fisher had disembarked to start any further roughhousing with her favourite toy. The girl slapped her foreleg affectionately before dropping down to land in the seat beside Se’ng, though she hardly stayed there for long, instead opting to wrap her legs around his hips and straddle him instead before curling up in the safety of his arms to watch the hatching.

”Hows it been hangin’?”

@Ivy

-

There were dragons in the courtyard willing to ferry Holdfolk to the hatching.

All he’d wanted to do was finish this schematic and get some much-needed, and much-deserved sleep, but no. The ‘Queens of Dalibor’ had decided that now was the absolute best time for their eggs to hatch. At night, when everyone wanted to sleep except for the Wherhandlers, and who even cared about them anyway. Revelloric’s eyes could have rolled right out of his head, if he hadn’t been trained with a firm hand from a young age to make sure his eyes never did anything untoward to anyone. As it was, the man found himself stuck stock still in the middle of the stony opening staring at the beasts as they went, every colour, with as many Holders on their back as they could manage.

Back and forth.

To and fro.

From?

Revelloric sighed. He absolutely wouldn’t get any work done now that he knew there was a hatching. Though he was no Lord Holder, of this or any other Hold, it was imperative that he make an apperance. Why? Because if he did become the Lord Holder they, the people of the Hold, would look back and say unto themselves. ‘Lo, there be the great and mighty Revelloric, who cared so much that in days past went hence to all political proceedings because he put his people first and chiefly in all matters’. Or some other sort of Harper drivel.

The man was smiling. Not because he was amused, but because he had been trained to smile. Really, he knew the hatching would be interesting at least in one way or another, but mostly it would be an annoyance. A whole scrum of glistening babies tottering around mauling Candidates, each other, and somehow also themselves. Then as soon as it had begun, it would end, and there would be much crying and gnashing of the teeth. Also possibly a few bodies. Perhaps for some Holdfolk it was a good candlemark or two of entertainment, but for him? It was a candlemark or two he was never going to get back.

He hadn’t even been to Dalibor since the Moon Masque, that was how...underwhelmed...he had been by the whole experience. The Crafthalls had far more to teach him about...well they had very little to teach him but that just went to show...he’d been standing there for some time at this point. So long in fact that Anvil was tugging at his ear in annoyance and Hammer had landed on the ground at his feet to squawk at him. As if the beasts wouldn’t eat him given half the chance, they were most likely testing him for any reaction at all before they did just that.

Chisel nipped him on the neck. Not painfully, but enough that Rev had to hitch his chest to keep in the sigh. Fine, very well, the Queens wanted to have their children at all candlemarks of the night then he, Lordling of Benden, would attend. As luck would have it, he was already well dressed. Of course, he was always well dressed so that made very little difference. Quite like the night of the Masque it was all black leathers with silver buttons, links, and ties where applicable. He handed his schematic to the nearest page with instructions to deliver it--unmolested--to this quarters, and then he was approaching the nearest dragon.

A few shakes later and his feet were once again on Dalibor’s Bowl, and he was following the general sweep of the crowd up the staircases into the Stands. Oh he stopped here and there to rub elbows, shake hands, turn down anything offered to him, and hem and haw over making political statements about the West. Instead he stuck to tried and truths; the weather, the season, and most of all, the eggs on the Sands. Oh was that a new colour? How fascinating--it wasn’t--how special!--for a turn or two, he was certain. Then his feet finally carried him high enough in the Stands that he could catch a good view without garnering too much attention; something he achieved by hiding among the Dragonmen who cared very little for who he was.

Let the Lords and Ladies of the West entertain their own, he was simply here for the spectacle.


*click for plot page*
user posted image
PM
^
Ree
 Posted: May 3 2018, 02:21 PM
Quote
Candidate





N/A


40 Posts
85 Marks
Member Inventory: View




The day had promised to be normal. Lessons and chores went on as they did, meals were eaten, and she'd just gotten her pets fed and settled in for the night. Torena was about to tuck herself in when the call came, and for a moment she froze.

It was time.

With that realization, Torena was in a rush, putting on her robe, armor, and shoes and hurrying out of her room with barely a thought to anything else. She somehow managed to keep Snowy and the flits in line, and she hoped said flits wouldn’t find her on the sands and cause trouble for everyone. So far, they were well enough behaved, but she was sure this would be the day they’d start acting out, if they did at all.
 
But she couldn’t think about them right now. They were here! The eggs were hatching, and she was moments away from meeting her lifemate! It had to be this time, after all. There were so many eggs on the sands! Why wouldn’t one of those belong to her? Still, the possibility that she’d be left standing alone or worse stayed in the back of her mind as she joined the other candidates on their way to the sands, all tiredness forgotten. As many eggs as there were, there were even more candidates hoping to bond today. Who all would move on to the next part of their lives today and who would be left waiting for the next hatching?
 
She shouldn’t think on that. Torena focused, attempting to clear her mind. It would be fine. Her lifemate would find her. She just had to radiate calm and love, right? She kept her breathing slow and even as she took her place on the sands with the other girls hoping to impress a dragon today. That wasn't the easiest feat - it sure was hot under the armor - but she managed...barely. And then she barely managed to remember her manners and she bowed to Laanasuth and Zelsk. "Thank you for giving us all the opportunity to stand for your hatchlings. It's quite the honor."
 
Now it was time to wait. She watched the eggs as closely as she could manage from her place near the back of the group. Some were already hatched or hatching, including...was that a new wher color? But she was here for dragons - she'd get a better look later. For now...

I’m here, my dear. I love you. I’m waiting. She repeated that thought in her mind, emphasizing it with all the love and calm she could manage - which was more than she'd been able to do before, thanks to practicing meditation for the past couple sevendays. Surely that was enough! Surely her dragon was here on the sands with her this time! She just had to wait for them to hatch and find her, and she was determined to make that as easy as possible.


PM
^
Zane
 Posted: May 3 2018, 02:24 PM
Quote
Wingleader





Hero of Time


716 Posts
45 Marks
Member Inventory: View




He had woken up on the hour, every hour, for the past few days. His dreams were fitful, given the knowledge that Laanasuth's eggs could hatch any day now. It wouldn't be just dragonets that he had to worry about, but also wherets. What would happen if one of them turned to him? Would he have the willpower to turn away a bond? He was no wherhandler, that much he knew; albeit, he was no dragonrider either... not yet at least. He rose from a non-existent slumber, sitting up in his bed. His eyes were dark, and his expression was somber. "Xialas," he spoke the other boys name, an uncertainty in his tone. There was fear there, undeniably present in both his expression and the fact that he had yet to move. Laanasuth's call was not to be ignored, but he could feel the sweat building in his palms. He was nervous, perhaps more nervous than he ought to have been. He had every intention of leaving said nervousness behind, within this room. He refused to bring it out onto the Sands with him, given this could be the last time that he ever stood. He awaited confirmation from the boy, hoping to bolster his own confidence in seeing that his roommate was in like condition.

Once the other boy spoke, or glanced his way, Embry rose up off of his cot. His back was sore, as well as the rest of him. Stress and needless worrying had worn him down. Rolling his shoulders, as if testing whether or not he was still whole, Embry moved to the chest at the end of his bed. There he gathered his robes, and armor, and began to dress. Slipping out of his plain white shirt, the young man put on something less comfortable and more breathable. He knew how important it was to be able to move around freely on the sands, should the need arise. Baggy clothing was not ideal. Once dressed, he lingered in front of the basin, leaning down so that he could rinse his face and spring some life into his head of messy hair.

Soon the ex-Trader hung back in the doorway, looking to Xialas. "Good luck," he spoke as calmly as he may, readying himself to discard any negative energy that remained. It was now or never. A'dran would be watching. Rome would be out there. Xialas would be by his side. Vianna would be hopeful. Ulian's reminders would be fresh in his head. It truly was now or never. He would never be more ready than he was today, even knowing that the slightest tip of the scale could shatter his resolve. So, he stepped out the door, taking a big breath in. Air whooshed from his lungs as he made his way down the hall, not straying far from Xialas. He was intent on standing with the other boy, as they had done each time before.

The hatching cavern had never seemed so dark, even with night having fallen over them all. The stars were out, shining overhead. Ignoring the ache in his gut, Embry followed his fellow candidates out. He kept looking to Xialas for reassurance, though reassurance of what he knew not. He wouldn't let anything befall the other boy, healer or no. He would keep his friends safe. No one would die, not on his watch. He would do what he had to, because that was how he managed to live with himself, after all that he had done...

The Sands were hot beneath his feet. He followed the growing line that was meant for Laanasuth and Jali. Once it was his turn, he bowed low. Unsure of what to say, as was typical of the ex-Trader, he merely did his best to meet both the gaze of the copper and the Weyrwoman. "Thank you..." He tried his best to sound sincere, but in his heart he knew that if he walked away from this alone there would be nothing to be thankful for. He gave a nod, hoping somehow that it would sell his attempt at being grateful, and then he moved off. To the boys side he ventured, his gaze sweeping the group of girls for Rome. He had so much he wanted to say to her, now that he had time to think everything over. She was his best friend, and he needed her--he always would. If Vianna was near, the young man would meet her gaze and offer the faintest of smiles. Maybe she was a friend after all, though he was convinced that the girl didn't know him at all. He was convinced that no one knew him, and all the more convinced that it was for the best...

Once he had found his place, next to Xialas, his gaze finally drifted to the eggs. He had avoided looking at them, despite the two that had hatched. Zelsk's young were also upon the Sands. There was a pink, the first of her kind, and so the boy couldn't help but try to sneak a glance. There was history being made here today, even if it wasn't his. The cyan and black were glanced at, only briefly, before Embry looked down.

@Catsitta - Xialas
@Ruin (mention of Vianna)
@Sakoru (mention of Rome)
PM
^
Rowana
 Posted: May 3 2018, 03:11 PM
Quote
Wingsecond





Time Lady


907 Posts
1542 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Jaquin had been getting ready to catch some sleep when suddenly everything was a bustle of activity. His heart raced as he quickly fetched his robe and armor to get ready. After so many hatchings he aught to be used to the excitement and anxiety that went with it, but it never failed to make him nervous. Especially after that last hatching at Ista. He knew first hand that things could turn bad very quickly and very easily. He wished he was allowed to take his healer kit with him, though he got to carry a knife this time. Not that that would be helpful. Oh here, no need to claw me, I'll do it for you! Still, he had to hand it to the Dalibor healers and candidate masters. They were certainly well prepared for trouble.

With so many candidates, it was hard for Jaq to find his few friends among them. Most would be heading over to stand near the dragon eggs, which made him a little sad and lonely. Not that he regretted standing for both, but he didn't have many people he'd call friends among the dual and wher candidates. He spotted Xialas and Embry together and gave the pair a grin and a wave. "Good luck!" he called, as they all bustled off to get ready. 'Stay alive,' he added in his mind, crossing his fingers. He almost wished he could bring Lucky with him. The flit always made him feel more confident that things would turn out alright. But Lucky was safetly snoozing in his room, away from claws and teeth.

Following Ulian's instructions, Jaq made his way out onto the sands. Robe: check; sandals: check; armor: check; knife: check. He was as ready as he'd ever be. Taking a deep breath, he made his way forward and bowed to both queens. "Thank you kindly, ladies," he said with a smile. Possitive thoughts, he told himself. Possitive thoughts. Everything would be fine. Embry and Xial would look out for each other and Torena had plenty of good people by her too. He tried to catch the girl's eye to give her an encouraging wave as well. So many candidates. It was hard to believe most of them would be weyrlings or wherlings when this was over.

Finally, he let his eyes drift to the hatchlings. Two dragons and two whers were already out, but like many he found his eyes pulled to the whers first. It was...pink?! He couldn't help it, Jaq grinned wide. It was hard to imagine blood and teeth when something so adorable was there to greet them. Maybe things would go peacefully after all.

~

Raz could not miss the excitement and bustle going on, even if she wasn't specifically called. Technically she was supposed to be heading to bed, but who could sleep now?! She couldn't miss this! Not the babies of Zel's queen. All the crecheworkers talk about the hatching being dangerous for children, but that didn't stop her. She was gonna see it, if she had to sneak in to do it. Fortunately, no one seemed to be paying too much attention to her as she dodged taller people on their way to the Stands. The Hatching Sands were huge, and there were so many people. For a moment, the young girl was overwhelmed by the shear size of it all. She had come here briefly with Zel earlier, but it had been mostly empty but for the two queens. Now there were hundreds, no thousands of people! She would bet all of Hope Hold could fit in here!

But she was looking for one person in particular and she was pretty sure where she would be. Squirming between legs, Raz pushed her way down to the front where her eldest sister was. "Zel!" she called in an excited whisper. It was so hard not to shout, but everyone was being so quiet. "Can I sit with you? Do you see Elle and Zeph? Have the eggs hatched yet?" She bounced on her heals to try and see over the growing sea of white robed candidates. It was hard to see anything yet, even this close, but she thought she saw some little wriggly bodies among the eggs. Maybe they would pick her siblings! This was just awesome!

~

Ly'on was quick to put on a fresh shirt and get down to the stands. As an Apprentice Dragonhealer, he needed to be ready to help if any of the hatchlings were injured. Given how many there were, that seemed almost inevitable, but hopefully that would only need to treat a few scratches or the like. Even peaceful hatchings could have injuries. Gruyeth had been hurt just hatching out of his egg, not that the prideful viridian liked to admit it. In many ways, Ly'on had learned a lot from that experience and took his healer lessons very seriously. That being said, he would mostly be helping and watching. He was too new to be expected to treat a dragon himself, much less a hatchling, but he was determined to do what he could.

He gathered up supplies with the other apprentices and quickly followed Yrsavild down to the Sands. Following her direction, he applied redwort to his arms and then got to work sorting and laying out bandages and sutures. Everything needed to be prepared and ready so they wouldn't waste time hunting for the right tools. He sincerely hoped they wouldn't need them, but it was petty to be prepared.

He glanced up briefly to the crowding Stands, trying to see if he could spot Asha. He was almost glad she wasn't old enough to Stand yet, though he knew how much she longed for it. If he spotted her, he offered a smile and a wave before returning to work.

@Ree (Torena mentioned/waved) @Zane (Embry, Asha mentioned) @Catsitta (Xialas, Zel) @Ruin (Yrsavild mentioned)

(All my other characters are present and open for tags ^^)
PM
^
Harbinger
 Posted: May 3 2018, 03:40 PM
Quote
Priderunner





N/A


142 Posts
175 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Shards, what a long day it had been. Lessons, lessons, chores, lessons... Well, it wasn't different from any other day of the past few sevendays, but that didn't mean it didn't feel extra long. Did they have a late evening lesson, too? Xavinyra sincerely hoped not as she trudged back towards the candidate barracks, Belior in tow as they finished their evening walk. Nearly a turn old now, the Icehowler was massive and was making out to be a fine hunting companion as long as Xavinyra kept her distracted during down time.

Rivath's mental touch alerted her as they reached the doorway and Xavinyra pressed herself against the door frame to allow the White entrance into the barracks. Hatching? Finally! All this waiting had been driving her nuts! Xavinyra tugged on Belior's leash, making her way down the corridor and dodging dragons and racks of armor as she went. After depositing Belior in her room and making sure the Icehowler was properly distracted, Xavinyra did as she was told and scrubbed her arms, face, and hair to be presentable to the hatchlings, then went and collected her set of armor and robes. They were ill-fitting, but this wasn't a fashion contest.

Trekking after Ulian, she did her best to listen to instructions only to dismiss half of them. Calm thoughts? This was a hatching, one of the most exciting things to happen ever. Excitement of varying degrees and sources surged through so many bodies. Taking a spot front and center, Xavinyra took advantage of her prime spot to survey the sands. Eggs had hatched already, a Black, Cyan, Blue, and... Red? No, that couldn't be right. A Pink? Whers didn't come in Pink. Well, they hadn't come in Copper, either. Were there other surprises in those shells?



Caelen had been pondering chess moves in the commons - or, more accurately, trying to keep Jaytan from eating the pieces - when Rivath had arrived, going on about meatrolls and crunchy bones. Something extraordinary must be going on, as energetic as the White was being. His heart suddenly lept in his chest. The hatching? Now? He grabbed the rook out of Jaytan's mouth, placed it in the box with the rest of the pieces and pawns, and made his way back to his room to tidy himself and get ready. He had already bathed for the night, so it was a matter of pulling on his armor and robe, bidding good luck to his roommate, and then turning his attention on Jaytan.

"Go to Emira," he said, envisioning the pale girl with the pink flitt. "Go!" He shooed the Brown off, who squawked and disappeared. indignant that he had been dismissed so ignominiously. He ought to be there to protect his boy! There were plenty of thoughts that had gone through the candidate's mind about how this could be so dangerous. Jaytan ought to be there! But he complied under the will of his human, seeking out the younger sister.

Calm thoughts, he told himself as he made his way onto the hatching sands, taking a deep breath. Calm, happy thoughts. Caelen made his way to the far left side of the cavern, taking a position among the other male candidates and situating himself to give space to the hatchlings that may approach. Maybe the Black or the Cyan would be making their way over soon. Maybe they would go for the girls, or the duals...

Maybe they would go for him.



Laerien couldn't help himself but to burble in the bathwater, briefly amused at this little childish action. He was mostly just relaxing, letting the heat soothe aching muscles and letting his mind wander. Reyna was floating next to him, splashing at the bubbles. He chuckled, stretching and reaching for the sweetsand. It was then that there was a rush for the baths and Rivath's command to clean up. Clean up for what? Oh! Surrounded as he was, it was hard for Laerien to get a good scrub in and Reyna was complaining the whole time that she was being neglected, but now was not the time! It was a hatching!

It took time to get dressed and then pull on the candidate armor, glad he had thought to put a layer between his wet body and the leather straps lest they chafe him. It was bad enough that he was going to roast on the sand, getting rub burns would just make it worse. Like his brother before him, he dismissed Reyna to go to his sister for the time being, though it was more of a struggle. What if the bad guys tried to get to Laerien while she was away?! Luckily she respected the two Copper Queens enough to go along with the explanation that neither would let anything bad happen.

Bouncing on his heels, Laerien took his position to the left of the eggs, near his brother but farther back to keep himself from blocking the view of the other boys in attendance. Some were just striplings and had no chance, others simply weren't towering like Laerien was. Last thing he wanted was to keep a boy from seeing his dragon and vice versa. Plus, forewarned was forearmed when it came to dodging wayward hatchlings. He turned his bright blue eyes on the two dragonets that had already hatched, a smile on his face for whoever would be the two new lucky riders.


Harbinger's Hoard
Come plot with me!
PM
^
Aerona
 Posted: May 3 2018, 04:15 PM
Quote
Jr. Weyrleader





N/A


111 Posts
720 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Alwanath had been restless for the last few days, but today he had been even more so. He had also been attentive, as attentive as Laanasuth would allow him to be. The blue knew something was coming, though he was not sure just when, but soon. The blue had been pacing outside the grounds for a while, too large to pace the sands without upsetting the queens. It was until the moment he heard her voice call.

He was quick then on the wing, finding a spot near to observe, as close as he was allowed without being in the way. You have done beautifully my queens, look at them come. He spoke to both coppers on the sand. Is that, a pink? He looked to Osk as the Wher practically danced with joy. He nodded proudly, and watched as his first children began their entrance into the world. He was proud, and puffed up like some feline in the joy he felt over the hatching of his children. Vuuth, Vuuth come see my accomplishment! He called to the green, to see that he was in fact the best dragon, to father the best children. And yours too, Laanasuth. He said, making sure not to upset Laanasuth, she had helped in bringing them into the world, but he had made these!

Os'nin was rolling his eyes at his dragon, he was too excited that the entire Weyr was hearing him send out his mind voice. He was finishing up some things before he started to make his way to the stands. "I'm very proud of you my love, but you are telling all what you say." He bespoke the blue, who ignored the comment, just happiness and joy coming through.

He walked quicker and found himself a spot to stand beside Jali, his partner in the leadership, shooing Vek'ta off to his other side. "Jali, It's time." He said happily to her as he settled in beside her, the first time a true smile touched his face. His eyes roved the bowl. "A dual impression, I feel for the candidates down there." He said as they began to all file out and line up. "I wish you all luck." He said, taking his Weyr mate Vek'ta's hand. "So many new colors." he frowned. "But they have their use." He echoed his usual mantra. He couldn't very well insult his Alwanath's brood, that was just improper, and they really did have many great uses. For instance, a new Queen's color would have never been had the other colors not.

Candidates, I warn you all, if anyone shall hurt these little ones on the sands, I will be waiting with open teeth. He said in a quiet growl before silencing himself. His children needed to find their ones, and now that his peace was spoken he would speak to them in hushed tones if needed, but he was going to hold his tongue.

"He's so dramatic isn't he?" Os'nin spoke, but Alwanath knew of the fear the Copper Queen had, of losing five in the hatch five years prior.

@Rii @Captain
-------------

Nari had been hard at work getting in her last few pieces, her flitts fed and snoozing away on her bed. Her head went up quickly as she heard Rivath start to make a fuss. She stared ahead, trying not to let the excitement creep through her limbs. It couldn't be...She took a few deep breaths, and then Laanasuth's voice came over. It was, it was time! She set her things aside quickly, made sure the flitts knew to stay, or they'd be 'eaten' by the bigger dragons, which worked and began to funnel out of the room.

She looked towards her brother as he fell out too, giving him the most apprehensive of looks. She hurried forwards, found her robe and slipped into the armor. It was as to be expected, harder to move in than she liked, but it protected as well as it could. She made sure the fit was right, and everything settled perfectly with the armor. It wouldn't do to be harmed horribly all because she hadn't put it on right.

She took a deep breath and began the trek out to the sands, her eyes wide. It was different than last time, so different, there were nerves and excitement and so much that she had to take a moment and prepare herself. Once onto the sands she looked to the other girls near her, peeking across to the hatched dragons and Whers that were already moving around, getting their legs. She looked to the pink. No thank you, they were so loving, and she didn't know what to do with something that gave such affection. She wasn't used to it. But her heart warmed at the thought of Suede her little pink flitt. She never would admit it, how much she loved the little pink.

A few deep breaths and she turned her face forwards and did as they were taught. Clear your mind, open it for impression. The people filling the sands, they weren't there, it was just like the time she had come with Nav, Focus, she had to focus, maybe here it would begin, Freedom, the skies, the glory, the ability to pull her siblings from her parent's grasp. She had to have a dragon, she just had to. "It is an honor, and I thank you for the opportunity you have given us."

@Rii (Nari is present)
--------------

Emeron was snoozing still with Starv curled up against him, the black and white dog was asleep. It was nearly time to wake up, right? He heard commotion and yawned as he popped up. It was time? Another hatching was happening. He followed the group to the robes, found his and shoved on his armor. It was practiced and easy, and something that was straight routine by now.

He yawned again as they began their trek out to the stands, following orders, and keeping his knife carefully tucked in his boot for if it ever needed to be used. It was another hatch, and while he didn't expect anything of this one either, it was a rather large Wher clutch too. Maybe, just maybe his one was in there.

"Hardly."
He stumbled out into the sands, the heat from them on his face. His heart thumped just a little with excitement. He found his place in line, one of the closest ones to the eggs and stared ahead. "Oh, a pink, a new color, how exciting." He said, looking at the new color. It took him a moment to tell that it was in fact such a color. At the very least he could say that he also witnessed the birth of this color in the Weyr. He could be proud for that at least right? If he wasn't so close he might not have been able to see it. "It's an honor, Zelsk, thank you for the opportunity."

He stood there, stifling a yawn, it was the same old thing though, Whers searching for their one, but dragonets were out there too. Chaos was going to ensue he was sure, and here he was trying not to fall asleep. He had taken the position up front he had because so many others were scared of being so close to the Whers, and honestly, he didn't mind. He'd been injured enough times that it didn't matter anymore.

@Catsitta (Emeron is present)


PM
^
RhiaBlack
 Posted: May 3 2018, 04:17 PM
Quote
Senior Weyrleader





Wrangler of Muses


4043 Posts
155 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Z'dyn was ever-present, as he was for most Dragon hatchings, but this time there were Wher eggs on the Sands, too. His father had graduated, and would not be attending - it was getting harder for Jyderin to get himself out of his workshop, these days. The Senior Weyrleader winged down from his ledge, but remained where he sat on the ledge overlooking the Sands where his Iron landed. He could see his boys from here, without subjecting himself to Whers. Frankly, the whole premise of one of the creatures coming up to him bothered him immensely, but it was his Iron that nudged him down into the Stands.

Your hatchlings are down there. They will want to see you.
Ain't nothin' I can do for 'em.
That does not mean your presence alone is useless to them. Go. I will be watching from here, and I will warn off the little ones, if Zelsk and Osk do not.


Grumbling, the wall of an Ironrider settled into a lower-level Stands seat, once Baihujinth had dropped him into one by use of his tail and momentarily taking wing to deposit His there. With that, the Iron returned to the ledges and craned his large head down to see the incoming new life.

Kyzekeidon and Keivhyn entered as they had been since their meeting. Relatively inseparable. Both had the required armor and robes, sandals, and both of them had their long black hair done up to keep it away from their faces - Keivhyn's respective to his father's, bound in almost the same exact way, and Ky with his own in a man-bun of sorts at the crown of his head. Just prior to entering the Sands, Ky stopped his younger brother, and checked the armor that covered his more vital parts.

"Remember what Ulian said. No talking, be respectful. Don't be afraid, Keiv, I'll be right beside you, okay?"
"Okay. I'm not scared, no little hatchling's gonna hurt me!"
"Shhhh. They'll hurt you plenty if you're dimglow, just be careful. Stand beside me, if they start coming at you, step in behind me, okay?"
"Okay."
"Come on, let's go."


He made his way out, and the freshly ten-turn-old boy stepped out right behind him. The pair of them made their way to Laanasuth, though they bowed in turn to Zelsk on the way. Who knew. Maybe there were whers in their future, too, everyone was technically fair game on the Sands. Ky elbowed Keiv, who startled for a moment and then bowed, wide-eyed as he looked up at the Copper. She was bigger than Baihujinth, for sure.

"Uh...uh.."
"Look,"
Ky bumped his brother again. "Copper Queen Laanasuth," Ky instructed his brother, and Keiv obediently repeated after his older half-sibling, "It's an honor to be allowed to Stand for your clutch. For yours as well, Copper Queen Zelsk. May all the Hatchlings be healthy, bond well, and bring honor to the Weyr as you both have."

A bow from both, before the boys took their places on the boys' side, closer to Laanasuth's clutch than Zelsk's.

Aurora followed quietly, more than a bit nervous - as anyone with good sense probably was when faced with such a large, dual clutch - before she, too, bowed to the Copper Queens and thanked them both for the opportunity.

She was more grateful than most people probably knew, to have the cover of being a Candidate to keep her out of the sights of more-uncouth menfolk. It was a relief, and one she was hoping to one day see turn into Ridership. But she was in no rush. There were always Whers, too, if Dragons deemed her unfit for selection, right? It wasn't as if she was really terribly picky, they were just as good and she respected them just as much.

She took her place with the girls, and Ophanim, upon hearing the call, quickly ran from the Infirmary to the Barracks, changed out of his clothes and into his armor and robes, and bound his hair up at the nape of his neck in order to keep it from sticking to his face. After all, the Sands were hot.

He bowed to both Queens, a long, elaborately sweeping kind of gesture that encompassed his entire frame, and then took his place not with the duels or the gendered persons, but in the direct midline of the pair of sides.

If things went sideways, as a Journeyman Healer, he'd be there to help get the affected Candidates - potentially Impressed parties - off the Sands. It wouldn't be the first time he'd dealt with that kind of injury, and he was almost certain it wouldn't be the last. Preparation was key, and he made sure to check in with the Healer Camp on the way in, to let them know he was there among the collective throng.

[Feel free to tag some of mine if you're looking to have them there, but be forewarned I will be working my usual 4-10-hour-days starting tomorrow, and may not be able to post much, if at all, until this coming Tues. If it's a necessary, needs-to-be-posted-now, I'll handle it when I get home around 1am MNT. This includes any potential Impression posts, so please bear with me, if that is the case! Good luck, guys, and have fun!]


PM
^
Boo
 Posted: May 3 2018, 04:24 PM
Quote
Senior Weyrwoman





N/A


3166 Posts
2440 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Kirryl all but jumped from her bed and with the practice of one who had stood before, donned her robes, armour and prepared herself for the hatching. The fear was gone as she walked to join the other candidates, taking note of her brother standing towards the back of the group. Was it just her or did he look a little pale? Kirryl tried to smile at him but she could tell that he ignored her as he avoided her eye, raising his head almost proudly. The young woman turned to the front again as they walked onto the sands and, after paying her respects to the mothers, she took her place as close to the boys as possible without standing actually with the boys.

Then she took store of the eggs. A pink wher appeared to have hatched and Kirryl grinned happily. Pinks were love as far as she was concerned with her fire lizards. This pink would only show more love to the world, something that everyone could use more of for the world already had too much pain. Whomever bonded that pink was lucky indeed and someone Kirryl would have to seek out in her time off. She positioned herself in such a way that she could see her brother out of the corner of her eyes without actually turning away from the hatching

@open

Speaking of Ditre...

There was no thought in the boy's mind. Once he had greeted Laanasuth and Zelsk it was as though his mind had completely emptied itself. He felt no excitement or emotion, he just felt flat. Almost as though he wasn't sure what he was doing there. Until that moment, pride had urged him onwards but now he just wasn't sure what was happening. So, instead he stood there the perfect candidate wth a blank mind.

The only time he took note of the other candidates had been when he had positioned himself in the middle of the boys, intending to ensure that he might be one of the last attacked by a hathling. He glanced briefly into the stands spotting his mother and Kisk as the wher bugled happily and then moved further to the back. He also noticed the Weyrwoman's look towards Kisk as she stood in her normal place.

Right. Time to show his sister how easily it was done.

@open

It was all hands on deck tonight and whilst Tedaon normally avoided dragon hatchings there was no getting by it tonight. No, he had to be there to prepare to administer healing to the humans. Luckily, his focus being diagnosis, meant that he would not likely have to deal directly with the dragons.

Neras rested on his shoulder, outfitted so he could quickly drop bandages and things to candidates on the sand. He wore a little vest of sorts to tell the copper mothers that he was a healer, not a candidate pet. Furthermore, Neras was good at this by this point. He knew how to appear quickly enough and disappear before a hatchling might try to take a chunk out of him. So Teadon stood watching the sands trying to ignore the dragon eggs and focusing only on the candidates themselves.

@Open

A pink wher, Rayna thought, well that was unlikely to have survived in the wild.
Congratulatoons Laanasuth and Zelsk. They are very marvellous.


PM
^
Leo
 Posted: May 3 2018, 04:29 PM
Quote
Candidatemaster





The Dreamer


457 Posts
4059 Marks
Member Inventory: View




This was the moment they had all been waiting for: the call of queen mothers, the cracking of eggshells, and the humming of curious onlookers. The hatching was here! Zanii swept down the female corridor in a flurry of soft greens, soothing colors that mimicked happy draconic eyes, while Zansk patrolled the male corridor. Together, the black pair sought to tackle any problems before they arose, whether that was too-large robes (ripe for tripping) or a sudden onslaught of nerves (both Candidatemaster and wher were very huggable). "Don't be afraid to ask for help!" the woman called as she passed the rack of robes and armor. "After all, who doesn't want to look their best when they finally meet their lifemate?" Zanii didn't bother to repeat anything that Ulian had said, focusing instead on sharing her energy and pure unfiltered joy with all of the nervous candidates. "Remember, whatever happens today, you ever need anything, your Candidatemasters will still be here. Even if you're not a candidate anymore!"

At last, the wher candidatemaster took up the rear after all of the candidates had been checked over for their armor, robe, and knife if they were Standing for whers. She had an obvious bounce in her step as they headed to the hatching cavern as if she was the candidate and not the 'master and it seemed like nothing would be able to diminish the woman's enthusiasm, not even the potential for blood and ichor to run wild on the Sands. This was a happy day! After they had paid their respects to the Queens, Zanii sorted each wher candidate into their spot with a big smile on her face using sharp flicks of her wrists. "Now, just as we practiced, wher candidates!" she called. "Males to the left, females to the right, and everyone else to the center! Yes yes, just like that!" Zansk nudged anyone who was out of place - or if they got too close to Zelsk and the eggs or another candidate - before releasing a satisfied snort. 'Babies ready.' Yes they were.

"Alright loves, I know it's difficult, but please remember to think calm, happy thoughts! The hatchlings will thank you. Now have fuuuun!" She waved an affectionate goodbye as she trotted over to join Ulian by the healers. Zansk followed at her heels. "They'll be fine," she whispered to the other candidatemaster. "I know it." She wasn't sure if the words were meant more for them or for herself considering she didn't know what to expect from two hatchings running at the same time. The woman's eyebrow quirked. Was that a pink wher?! "Imagine that, a pink!" Zanii sniffed and placed a hand over her heart. "I never thought I'd see the day! Ooh, which one of ours is going to be the lucky bonded..."

@Ruin
PM
^
Mopsy93
 Posted: May 3 2018, 04:37 PM
Quote
Pridesecond





N/A


1419 Posts
1461 Marks
Member Inventory: View




All the waiting and preparing for the double Queen hatching came to a head one mid-Autumn evening, with Garenta and her Cyan firelizard having just finished their evening meal which was the first meal of the day for a wher Candidate. When the call went out Garenta broke into a brisk jog to get to the Candidate barracks, she didn’t want to be tardy for her first Hatching after all, once she was there and in her quarters she took off all the clothes before donning her armour and then robes. Soon enough she was one amongst a crowd of Candidates just outside of the Candidate entrance to the sands once again this time for a Hatching before heading into the Hatching sands proper. “Thank you for giving the other Candidates and I the opportunity to stand for your wonderful clutches,” said Garenta to the two Queens once it was her turn to do so, before retreating to the position where she would be standing.
---
Shall we CarissaMine? asked Junonth to her rider.

Of course, we were a part of the original Dragon/wher double Queen clutch, said Carissa more than a little proud of that fact. Getting up on the Green for the quick trip from their weyr to the aerial entrance to the sands, with Carissa’s firelizards following her and her two pillies hitching a ride on the Green. Once settled on one of the ledges Carissa made the remark, Two wherets and two Dragonets on the sands already, doesn’t look like either clutch are taking it slow.

Both wherets are rather dark aren’t they? And the smaller one is rather pinkish in colour.

Doesn’t mean that the wheret is a Pink though.
---
It was hard for M’rat to deny his son the opportunity to see the double Hatching of a wher and a Dragon, especially with all the begging coming from the Weyrbrat especially since he would become eligible to stand before the turn was over. M’rat wasn’t about to let his son sit in the stands though, taking the young boy on Higarath through the aerial entrance and onto one of the many ledges.

(OOC: Open for tagging with all of my characters except for Garenta, for obvious reasons, including those that aren't mentioned in this post.)


PM
^
Captain
 Posted: May 3 2018, 04:48 PM
Quote
Wherlingmaster





N/A


388 Posts
300 Marks
Member Inventory: View




She was up and racing towards the robes and armor as soon as she was told. Groggy, Inali tried to clear her head and wished for klah as she sent Silence back to their room and pulled the robe on, trying it in place with sleep-numb fingers. A hatching. A hatching.

Would she Impress this time? Doubt crept into place once again and she said nothing to anyone as she made her way from barracks to Sands, trying to clear her mind and failing. Three hatchlings were already on the sands as - A pink? Inali blinked at the wher, coming to an abrupt halt before reminding herself that she had places to be and hurried to her assigned place.

Customarily, she thanked Laanasuth, bowing politely and took a breath, exhaling and trying to collect herself.

Here goes nothing...

--

Felrin slapped Kelrin on the back as they yanked armor on and let out an excited whoop as the crafters barreled towards the sands. He was wide awake, full of adrenaline and ready. He didn't know if he'd find a lifemate during all this, but in the end how much did that matter? There would be other opportunities and, well, this was exciting.

"Good luck, brother!" He whispered, grinning at his twin, taking his place beside him and watching the entire spectacle with excitement, as though he weren't part of it. Just someone watching some eggs... Standing really close. Sweating beneath the robes.
@Rii
--

He was going to pass out again. Havenrute searched for Camille as soon as he hit the sands, catching her gaze and sending what he hoped was an encouraging smile as he made his way to his place. Swallowing thickly, he gulped down air, trying to calm himself. He didn't want anyone to get hurt. He could handle the hurt, he had before. But someone else? His heart ached for them already and he he stared at the eggs, willing their contents to be kind.
@Ivy
--

Unavir was used to this. Robes. Armor. Sandals. Sands. He found his place and immediate searched the stands. He found Pavir first, his half-brother standing with Pavisk off to the side, ready to collect any future wherlings. The handler smiled encouragingly, and Unavir returned to looking for his father.

He found X'vir beside Z'dyn, a looming presence and silent guard over the barely shorter weyrleader. The stoic man offered his son a small smile and Unavir realized he'd been holding his breath and let it all out in a rush, widening his stance. Okay. Let's go.

Oth gave a bugle of encouragement then hunkered down as near to Baihujinth as he could.
--

Odinara was alone in her column. She'd noticed that immediately after politely requesting that she be considered neither male nor female for the time being. "Until... You know," she'd shrugged at Ulian, giving the candidatemaster a thankful look when they'd adjusted things accordingly.

Dragons were very big. She'd seen Laanasuth from the stands, but this close was shocking and she stared at the copper, oblivious to the eggs for a moment. She wasn't afraid, though. She noted that with something akin to shock. This was okay. This was normal. Alone in her section or not, she was Standing for a dragon. Even if none of them chose her today, she was here. And she hadn't been ran off...

That was comforting.

--

Navenax
had scrubbed and scrubbed until his skin was raw but he was a normal human colour for once. There were still bits of colour under his nails, but that was a problem for the future. For now, he was tall and pale, in his white robes with his white hair in a tight braid down his back. He'd looked for Nari and Varen but couldn't find them, so he settled for thanking Laanasuth and watching the eggs.

An excited squeal escaped him as the black stumbled about and he wiggled in place, eager to see what it did.

--

Uonai was excited. Not that she wasn't always excited, but this was different, new, exciting excited. Sure, she'd been standing for as long as she could but that didn't mean anything. That made this no less exciting. Hatchings were always exciting! She tried to find Unai, but gave her a quick wave after thanking Laanasuth and then took her spot, fairly wiggling with excitement.

Oh, she just loved eggs!

--

"There you are!"

Cynara wore cyan. A long, flowing dress that did it's best to hide the bump that a hand currently rested on. It had no sleeves, and she was still sweating and looking uncomfortable in the heat, which was a change for her and she wasn't too fond of it. She always seemed to be hot these days. Stupid baby.

"Rev," she began, catching Revelloric by the arm. "Its been a while..." She looked him over with a smug looking smile, knowing that he'd have to be an idiot to miss her condition. And she knew he wasn't an idiot. It might have only been one night, but it was a fun night and had given Cynara what she was after. But it would be rude to not tell him, and she knew it was him. Cynth hadn't risen yet this turn (because she was being difficult again, Cynara thought,) and she'd found herself busy with other things... So that one solitary tryst had been enough.

Surprise!

@Ruin

Yes, I'm sure they are quite nice. But I suspect you didn't do all that much work, considering. Vuuth was on Laanasuth's side here. Girl power or something. But the queen had done far more work than Alwanath had, and as much as Vuuth cared for the blue, she wasn't going to let him claim credit for the eggs entirely.

Vek'ta wrapped Os'nin's hand in his own. They were getting along today and would be for a while, Vek'ta was all too aware of his weyrmate's new position and he was loathe to let anyone think the bluerider was up for grabs. "Let's hope there aren't many duds. With that many eggs and that many candidates it will be an impressive class size. Could be a wing on it's own, just about!" The greenrider flashed a grin and settled in for the long haul. Hatchings were never short.

@Aerona

((Sorry they're short, OMW to work. Feel free to tag whomever. I'll try to reply ASAP but work tonight and am in the middle of packing/moving so I might be slow. Thanks in advance to Rii and Catsitta for all their hard work! (Even if Alwanath will claim it was all him.) Everyone should be there! ))


PM
^
Ruriko
 Posted: May 3 2018, 05:01 PM
Quote
Weyrlingmaster





N/A


624 Posts
260 Marks
Member Inventory: View




@Open

Vilane

This hatching was only different from the others in regards to the sheer number of eggs. Laanasuth had laid thirty. Thirty was two more than the largest hatching he had yet to attend, even though he'd been Standing for so long now, he had attended several larger hatchings. Everyone here had something to gain, or to lose. Some of them, like himself, were aging with each passing turn. Drawing nearer and nearer to that day they would be too old Stand. Only one question lingered in the back of his mind: what then? What then, indeed. For someone who had pictured nothing else but being a kingrider for the longest time, and now wondered if they'd Impress anything at all, that question was a heavy, formidable, weight on the shoulders.

Armor was put on quickly, but accurately and with care to be sure it was fastened properly. Robes--he had always loathed these robes--were put on afterwards. He had no pets to leave behind, and brought only himself, as always. Long strides onto the sands found him seeing a few familiar faces. Another young man who had been Standing, perhaps as long as himself, had already arrived. Some of them had Stood as long, hadn't they? Did they feel the same dark, quiet desperation that he did not deign to acknowledge, though it was there? He spared them no more than a brief glance. Whatever he might have been feeling about that, he had long turns of practice pushing it aside. Instead, he strode with the same confident expression on his face as always--some of it, truth told, was feigned. And yet he projected it, as best he ever had, as he approached where the copper queen of Dalibor and her rider were. A bow, smooth and practiced as the rest of the procedure that came with hatchings, and the formal words. He meant them no less, today, and yet that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he was not acknowledging pestered like a nagging bug.

"It's an honor, queen Laanasuth, to Stand for your hatchlings. May they all hatch and Impress well." Unspoken, that he thought he would be a good choice for one of them. Couineth's words of 'unworthiness' had plagued him too much to allow for that--and yet he still believed he could do right by a dragon. He did not wish to be left Standing, yet again. If he was, he had so little time left...and how could he prove his worth if he never Impressed? Why did no dragon choose him, after all these turns? Again, he shoved the thoughts aside, and resumed only confident thoughts, of how strong a team he and His dragon, should one choose him, be. A blue had won Laanasuth's flight--something not lost on the tall, blond young man. Much as he wanted to be like his father, and Impress a king...a blue had won. He was still the same boy that dreamed of bronzes and irons. Yet...something had changed, a little. A subtle shift, and yet it was there. Perhaps it need not be a king, no matter what he wanted. Perhaps he might still prove himself worthy of his father...as his father. His father no longer attended hatchings, having given up on the idea of his son ever Impressing. It left a bitter tasted in his mouth, even as he stood and refused to scan the Stands. No one was there for him. No one had been in turns. No matter. He needed no one--or so he told himself. Striding to a spot near the front, he noticed the first two eggs had hatched. Cyan and black. There was a...pink? Well, that was new. Hardly surprising, since the wher who'd laid this clutch was a copper. Yet that pink was the first of her kind, and while he cared little about who Bonded whers, he still held mild interest.




@OPEN, @Ives - mention of Norla

Dhiren


Ever since the clutch had been laid, there had been a near impatient feeling in Ren's chest. He hadn't been quite able to shake the feeling of discomfiture after knowing that during Zelsk's run, Norla had gone to bed with the recently graduated bluehandler he'd Stood with his first clutch here at Dalibor. He'd never even been aware there was any interest from that particular individual towards their Alphahandler. Yet there it was, and he couldn't have possibly known if it was mere runlust, or something else. That 'something else' didn't sit well with him. He had once asked her if she'd wait, if it were her...he knew full well he couldn't expect that. Nor did he have any right to feel jealousy, envy, or any such feelings in regards to what had happened during that run. Yet there it was, and it answered a question in a way he hadn't wanted it answered. He cared about Norla. If it were merely lust, there would not be this much to it, would there? He'd told no one of his decision if he didn't Bond this hatching around. He didn't intend to stay a candidate should he fail to Bond. There were far too many who didn't even Stand, and yet a wher chose them. If a wher were meant for him...well, it would find him. He believed that, wholeheartedly, at this point. After all, an orange and blue had both chosen from the Stands last go around. A sub-queen and a fighter. It happened all the time--and could happen for him. Still, he didn't even know what Norla felt, if anything, on her end. It was a risk. Yet he wasn't afraid to take that risk.

"Zelsk, you've outdone yourself. First of her kind, just like you," he commented, raising a brow and offering a half-smirk, before coming out of his bow and speaking the usual thanks and 'honor to be here'. It was a dual hatching. It was doubly dangerous. He, like everyone else, wore the armor and robes. No desire to be mauled, that was for sure. Hopefully the practice they'd had avoiding 'dragonets and wherets' would come in handy. He'd done fairly well, then. Hopefully it worked just as well today. And today, he had nothing to lose, did he? Or everything. So it was that he took up a spot right at the front. He'd see anything coming, and be moving quickly if it didn't look like a friendly wher, meant for him. He'd dressed and shown up, and his only other wish for today was to walk off these sands with a partner.




@OPEN, @Ruin -mention of A'ndel

Savanna


There were so many people here, and so many, many eggs! After leaving Amaterasu with A'ndel, along with Serenity, Smee and No, Savanna had quickly, yet carefully--she was still not quick to forget the last hatching, Rivath's, where the red had shed so much blood!--put on her armor and white robes. The sands were hot underneath her feet, and she could already see that a cyan and black had hatched out before she'd even had a chance to speak to Laanasuth. As it was, she was filing along with many others, one after the other. When she got to Laanasuth, she bowed, eyes wide. So many, many eggs. Were any of them for her? Was her dragonet in there? She thought of her mother, in that moment...and her father. Everyone knew what Sebol had done, and what had become of his dragon. He would have been a rider. Like Aren. Like their mother. Only he had a wher, now...Savanna always secretly feared something she would do or say would send her own dragon away, like his. Not that she would ever do anything on purpose. Yet she'd had nightmares about it, where she woke up in a sweaty, terrified panic. She'd never spoken to anyone about it.

"I'm very honored to be here, thank you," she acknowledged, perhaps a little quietly, perhaps a little nervously. She knew that Nym her brother would be up in those Stands, watching. She wanted so very badly to Impress, and to show her brother and, yes, her father, that she was someone. Lately, there had been some feelings of self doubt and feeling of envy. Nym and Aren had dragons. They'd Impressed together, and though her twin was the same age, he'd Impressed a viridian while she had not. She hadn't been sure that she wanted to be a candidate, for a while there. Then she'd made up her mind. Even with what had happened to her mother, she wanted a dragon of her own. Badly. Here, and now, with so many eggs...maybe today would be the day? She couldn't quite shake the disappointment she'd felt when, at both Sanarth's and Rivath's hatchings, she'd walked off the sands with nothing. Aren had Impressed right off the Stands. She...she wanted to Impress, too. So, as she walked to the girl's side and took a spot nearer the front, she did her best to remember what she was to do if a dragon came at her that was not for her, and to keep hopeful thoughts in her mind. She had been told that staying confident and thinking only positive things helped. Still, there were probably plenty of people who didn't or couldn't do that, right? It was okay to be nervous--it didn't mean she wouldn't Impress. Yet she did try to wipe the nervousness away, and to think good things, anyhow.




@OPEN, @summerrain - mention of Caliska

Malika


This was a glorious, not to be missed event. She could feel the adrenaline pumping in her veins as she walked out onto the hot sands, head high and surveying the scene before her eyes. There was already a wheret hatched, of a new color. A dragon and wher hatching at the same time was a truly special and momentous thing to behold, and she, from the sands! There was a cyan and black among the dragonets, and a pink on the side of the whers. She did not hesitate, regardless, to walk with poise and confidence to where Zelsk and Hers were. She would pay her respects, and do as the Candidatemaster had bade her do: show no fear. She had good control of her mental facilities, and so she did not even pause in her path to the copper queen. Once there, in her armor and robes of white, she bowed to Zelsk and spoke.

"Copper queen, you do me the greatest of honors. I thank you, truly, and hope I may be honored to bond one of your wherets on this memorable day." Knowing not to linger, she gave a firm, polite nod, and walked as steadily as she might to take up a spot with the females on the wher's side. She did pause to wonder how the pink would fare among its kind. Whers were of a more ferocious mettle than their kin. Would a pink not be similar in disposition to that of its larger kin? Thus far, no yellow, pink, or tan whers had been seen. She had wondered to herself if perhaps this was due to their dispositions of friendliness and lightheartedness. They were not traits she scorned in any species. Yet for a wher...would it be undesirable? Yet, all things happened as they were meant to be. This pink, she felt, would have its place, surely. It would choose a bond that could strengthen it, she was certain. It would not choose someone that could not see it to its potential, and perhaps it had enough on its own. One should not judge anyone by what could be perceived by ones eyes, after all. She knew this lesson well.

She watched with heart beating fast, her dark eyes keen to not miss anything. She may have wished to see who arrived, especially keeping a watch for Caliska, yet she was not foolish enough to take her eyes off of the hatchlings of either species. That would be folly, and her fault should she be mauled, caught unawares. She was excited, but kept herself calm. Slowing her breathing a little, she rested on the balls of her feet, ready to move if need be, or to welcome with open arms a bond of her own, should it occur on this day.
PMEmail
^
Lynn
 Posted: May 3 2018, 05:26 PM
Quote
Apprentice





N/A


38 Posts
0 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Kerita was in the Stables, looking over a Runner with a lame foreleg, when Laanasuth's voice rang out. She paused only for a moment, nothing more, then continued what she was doing, running her hand very gently over the limb. Heat radiated from the ankle joint, and cobalt eyes rose to look at the Apprentice standing before her, one black brow rising. The young man flushed, but said nothing, and she snorted and shook her head, straightening. "The joint's swollen. I don't know what you did, you young fool, but you won't be riding her for some time. Ice and a wrap on it, and I want to see her everyday until she's healed. Got it?" Her words weren't harsh, but they were definitely firm, and he stammered agreement. Nodding sharply, she showed him to ice it down to relieve the swelling, then put numbweed on it for the pain and wrapped it. Once done, she turned and strode outside, pulling off the thick hide gloves she'd worn to protect her from the numbweed's effects. Muttering about fools, she then took a deep breath and entered the Hatching Grounds, allowing the Whers on duty to examine her before moving to a spot in the middle of the Stands, where she could see well enough. 2 per side, it looked like, and both Wherets dark as night, but neither true Black it appeared. Eyes narrowed as the light hit the smaller one, then widened. Pink? Well, well...

[OPEN for Interactions!]
________________

Silvyre was in the Kitchens, finishing up the prep work for their Sweet Packets, when the call rang out. Head rose, and dark eyes narrowed as they shuddered, as always strongly disliking the feeling of a dragon's speech sliding through their mind unsought. It was a different voice from the sinuously creepy one that had mentioned Fenix's Hatching, but the context was the same. Why, oh why did I promise that fool girl I'd be there for her? they thought exasperatedly. But they knew, and Fenix cheeped softly. Lips twitched and they shrugged. "Yes, I know. But first..." They strode over to the ovens, sliding the pan they held inside.

Ten minutes later, they slid it back out, the little packets perfectly cooked. Nodding, they set them on their station to rest. Thankfully, the little bundles could be easily reheated, so they were wonderful for when timing was uncertain. Like a Hatching. "Or 2..." they muttered. Sighing, they strode to their room and changed out of their work clothing and into a pale blue tunic with silver embroidery and rich dark wherhide pants. Pale hair was brushed out and rebraided, then, with their Orange for once on their shoulder instead of hovering around them, they padded to the Hatching Cavern, allowing themself to be searched before settling to the shadows at the top, eyes flicking over the white-robed forms below for Tay. Their gaze also shifted around for Adaya, concern still present for the child and her newest problem. Fenix chirred softly, offering to search for her, but they shook their head. "She'll find us if she needs us. Now hush you. I only promised to bring you so you'd quit bugging me about it."

@Ruriko @summerrain (Mention of Taylei and Adaya)


Kerita: Journeyman Herder (Beasthealer) / Dalibor Weyr
Silvyre: Apprentice Baker / Dalibor Weyr
PM
^
Sakoru
 Posted: May 3 2018, 05:33 PM
Quote
Wingrider





N/A


447 Posts
30 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Rome was just returning to the barracks when the call went out – she was steps from her doorway when she heard first Rivath’s uniquely bizarre little threats, and then the deeper, stronger call of Laanasuth. Perhaps it was luck that saw her freshly washed, or perhaps mere coincidence, but she was half ready to go. While she had only stood for two of Dalibor’s armoured hatchings, she’d had a lifetime of practice at getting ready; she sped through the buckling of her armour and throwing her robe overtop. Her nerves jittered in the old familiar way; it was hard not to be nervous for a Hatching. Doubly so because of the wher eggs also on the Sands; just for the sake of watching, she had been to more than one wher hatching.

They had not been pretty events.

Driven by habit more than conscious decision, she lined up with the other candidates, following them to the Sands. Craning her neck, she searched for the familiar forms of Embry and Everane; until the candidates fanned out into their respective positions, she could catch sight of neither. Anonymous, for moments, in the sea of riders hopeful, it was almost easy to pretend that this was her first Hatching, her first shot at a dragonet. She should stay positive, shouldn’t she? Turns of lessons and her mother’s nagging had set themselves into her brain: negative thoughts repel dragonets.

Would welcoming thoughts attract them, this time?

She took her place on the Sands, next to a happy-looking girl she didn’t know, near enough the front that she could see (barely, for she was too little to see over those ahead of her), but far enough back that she wasn’t straight in the line of the dragonets. Approaching, she nodded to Laanasuth and Jali; her usual calm smile wouldn’t come, so she settled for silent formality instead. Already there were dragonets; on the whers’ side, there was a… pink?

A pink wher?

If she hadn’t noticed before, the girl next to her would have made it blindingly clear; Rome glanced at her with an expression half of amusement and half of admonition. ”Don’t get kicked off the Sands,” she murmured under her breath – meant to be heard, but not by dragons. Ahead of them, a cyan and a black had already hatched from the copper dragon’s eggs. Standing on tiptoe, she searched for Embry, finding him at the far side of the boys. She wasn’t sure if he could see her, but she offered a smile and mouthed ‘good luck’ anyway. Then she turned back to the Hatching, and the gut-twisting anxiety that went with it.

Well, here went nothing.

@Zane (mention of Embry) @Ruin (to Vianna)

ooc// Kiefer will be tagged into my next post


"Branches may stop the ordinary man, but B'tor "slapper of jungle cats" is no ordinary man."
- Zane
plotter
PM
^
Ruin
 Posted: May 3 2018, 05:59 PM
Quote
Betahandler





Capslock Queen


3366 Posts
485 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Outwardly, Ulian was calm as ever, but inwardly? They might've latched on to Zanii's effervescent optimism with a mental tether not unlike a dragon. If they could, at any rate. The Mindhealer offered the woman a bright smile, hardly a nerve in it, but they did not mind being so honest in close proximity. As long as the Candidates saw confidence when they peered back at their Candidatemasters, surely they would feel confident. "They must be fine," they murmured to her softly. "They have no other choice but to persevere. I know that they will overcome, but at what cost?" How many would require dedicated time after this Hatching to even continue forward in the program? Was it possible for a dual-Queen clutch to go smoothly without any mayhem?

Ulian doubted.

Still, it was very hard not to be calmed by Zanii's certainty, nor was it easy to avoid hoping for their Candidates to Impress. "Is it fair of me to hope a large portion go from the Sands? Lessen the numbers for us, even if for a little bit," they laughed, their eyes drawn as well to the new Pink wher. If the hatching remained as sweet as that wher might be, then perhaps they'd be in no great trouble at all. "I'll wish for twenty-seven of the dragons to Impress, just to temper my expectations slightly."

@Leo

-

"I'm quite alright, thank you," Revelloric waved away the insistent voice filtering over his shoulder, but when the voice said his name--shortening it at that--and pulled on his arm, he stilled briefly to consider. When his eyes caught Cynara he smiled, welcoming her beauty beside him, but then his eyes roamed and the pleasant expression wavered. He'd been too well trained to allow it to collapse. It was clipped up and neatly held, but the flare of his nostrils gave him away at such a close distance because even this surprise was far too great to overcome two decades of careful tutelage.

"But," he began, stumbled, and tried again. "You're a Dragonrider," he accused. "I thought it wasn't supposed to be so easy?" Was this ruination? No. As if the Lord Holders didn't have mistresses and bastard children buried in the hillside but he was young and there were things that were expected of him. He was to be wed to a fine woman, and produce a line of children worthy of the Blood that coursed through their veins, not transfer to the West and impregnate the first woman into whose nethers he fell.

Yet she hadn't sought him out, or had she not known where to find him? What did she want? Was it title? Land? Dragonriders could not own land, she would know that. A Dragonrider she hardly needed him for anything, save perhaps a bit of compensation or...creature comforts. She was here now though, standing just an arm's length away and he was...terrified. There was a responsibility he had, as a father, to provide for his offspring. Regardless of how they had been conceived and how they had survived in the womb of a Dragonrider and all the other sorts of questions he might have had.

There was a responsibility.

His father had taught him that.

And he could not say that he was young. His father had been seventeen when he had begun his progeny. Some had been younger yet, if anything Revelloric was old, but he was...busy...he was...meant for something greater than a long line of children and a Bloodline. Something greater than a great seat inside great stone walls, and now? Yet the child was his, he did not believe the woman would lie to him about that. "I will, of course, provide for my child," he said softly, reaching out a hand toward Cynara's swollen stomach, though the motion came up short of touching as his eyes peeled away from that sight and back to her face. "And his mother."

@Captain

-

Ganhaarth was HUGE.

Okay, he wasn't the biggest dragon in the Weyr, but to very-nearly-11 turns old boy? He may as well have been a Hold for as huge as he was. They'd be graduating soonish, and A'ndel knew life would be pretty peachy for him and Gan. Oh sure, they'd be carting some fat old Crafters around between the Holds and the Weyr, and probably ferrying people on grand Expeditions like Dalibor did every so often, but other than that? Anytime he was free? Why they had all of Pern for the taking. Fruits in the South. Icemaulers in the North.

They were so close!

They just had to get through the next couple sevendays, and well, hopefully see Savanna Impressed, then it was smooth sailing all the way to the end of the road! That meant attending the hatching, which, hello they would have done anyway because it was going to be amazing. If A'ndel wasn't the best big brother in the world (by roughly two seconds), then he might've thrown all caution to the wind and bet on which one of the Candidates was going to end up the most bloody.

He couldn't do that though, because she was down there and that would be wrong. As it was, Ganhaarth found a sizeable ledge to sprawl out on, and Aren began clambering all over him to find the best spot, finally settling on the Viridian's forepaw. "WOO WOO, GO GETTEM SAVVY!!!!" he hooted at the top of his lungs. It wasn't like there weren't plenty of other people up here hooting about their kin either, but he was still pretty squeaky like a bird, so he was pretty sure she heard him.

Stay calm, child, Gan reached out to her briefly across the distance. This is the law of nature, all things as they are meant to be. Then he withdrew, leaving her mind open to the children. A'ndel patted one of his talons with affectionate gratitude. He didn't bother to ask the Viridian if he thought she would Impress, he would only drone on about order, and law, and IF IT WAS MEANT TO BE. A'ndel just accepted that Ganhaarth didn't know either, and that they could only wait and watch.

@Ruriko

-

Vianna had been sort of rocking back and forth on her feet, tied up blond runnertail swaying back and forth across her shoulders. Okay, she may have actually been imagining that her head was a runner's butt for a few moments, but a whisper snapped her mind back to attention. She gave Rome the sweetest--and most vapid--smile for a long moment. Then realization dawned in her eyes and in her face. Ohh. She was so right. Vianna nodded quickly, motioning an affirmative to the other Candidate, and a fresher smile in gratitude. She definitely didn't want to get removed, and she didn't want to bring wrath down upon her or the others. Oh she simply must get Rome a gift after it was all said and done for looking out for her.

The other girl was looking off across the Sands, and Vianna followed her gaze. Oh! It was Embry! Vianna leaned in slightly to peek into his field of view with Rome and waved--in her defense it was a fairly small wave! She then motioned to Rome as if to say look at this Candidate! Do you know her? She'd be a really good friend for you! I'M TOTALLY STANDING NEXT TO HER SHE'S SO AMAZING!, this was followed up by a nod and another affirmative motion where her index finger curled to meet her thumb and form a circle. This girl. Totally a ten out of ten, would talk again, friend. She hoped Embry knew the girl, she supposed he had at least a couple good friends, which did amaze Vianna, she thought casually to herself as she stood back up in her spot. Because he really did have a way of yelling his feelings.

@Sakoru @Zane



*click for plot page*
user posted image
PM
^
Ruriko
 Posted: May 3 2018, 06:01 PM
Quote
Weyrlingmaster





N/A


624 Posts
260 Marks
Member Inventory: View




@ALL NEW WEYRLINGS! 8D

S'vor & Absinth


It was the first time S'vor had been on the sands during a hatching since the day he'd Impressed Absinth. Seeing it in this manner brought back all sorts of fond memories, and yet today was not a day for reminiscing. He'd soon have a possible thirty new Weyrlings on his hands, and it was no small number for the newly-appointed Weyrlingmaster. Still, he had been Wingsecond, and he had been Wingleader for a while, too. This was a position he'd wanted, and whether it was one or thirty, it changed little. He would do his best to see them all succeed and be the best dragonriders they could possibly be when they graduated.

He had a decent view from where he stood, at six foot four and able to see over many of the candidate's heads--most, in fact. Running a hand through his dirty-blond hair, he rubbed his chin lightly as he watched. A pink wher, was it? A dual hatching posed more dangers than a singular one. Even with thirty eggs on the dragon's side, that was more than enough potential for mauling to happen. There were Healers, true. There were always Healers. He himself was a Journeyman Dragonhealer, so equipped to aid with any injuries to the dragonets, if more hands were needed for that. Yet his primary duty would be to those freshly Impressed. The sands were hot. He recalled that heat, and even in the stands, they were hot. He watched the candidates. He saw that some were uncertain or nervous. Some excited. Some had stood many times, while it was the first time for others. Yes, they had a diverse group. Some were even Standing not for dragons or whers, but both! Who would be among his new weyrlings? He was more than a little eager to see, wishing them all the best of luck.

Absinth, for her part, quietly watched. Hers had wanted this position more than she had, yet she was definitely protective of those within their Weyr. She was a prideful creature, and would see to it that she did her utmost to aid Hers in seeing the next generation of successful riders and dragons. She relished in the idea of being able to oversee these little ones, and to see them grow and become the best of the best. Or so she believed they would be, under their tutelage. As such, she was warily keeping an eye on the candidates. Those that Impressed, especially. As soon as they did, that protectiveness would come to shield them, too. What was hers, was hers. That included the new weyrlings, whomever they would be. She, at her height, had a far better view than Hers. Everything that happened, she would see. It would be she who ushered the new weyrlings to the feeding station, and kept a weather eye on them while Hers instructed them and lent a hand where needed. She was also eager, in her own way, to see who would Impress and join their class.




@Lynn, @summerrain

Azaril was having quite the time of keeping her faire in order. The new orange, Tora, was a handful and a half. Kero and Spinel were always squabbling or getting into food they shouldn't have. At least Holo was easy...the Tan listened well, and even helped keep the others in line. At the forefront, of course, was her red, Cereza. She was clutchmother to two of the new ones, and acted like she was to the other two. Ceres was the 'leader' of their group, and Azaril was glad to have her and Alucard, her iron, to aid her in overseeing all of her pets. For the time being, Alucard was overseeing Fenris, Naga, Pabu, Tora and Holo. She had Kero and Spinel with her, the bronze on one shoulder, the blue on the other, and Cereza to help, if need be. The red would set them straight in an instant, if it came to it. The iron was enough to keep Tora in line.

She attended every hatching, eager to see the next generations of dragons or whers Impressed and Bonded. She had a lot going on in her life, but sometimes, seeing a pretty pink or cyan, or a lovely little yellow or white, she thought she might like to experience it herself. Still, she was sure everyone dreamed of that, a little. Especially when you had a sibling who had Impressed, and got to know their dragon. She missed Rilorden, but she had a lot to keep her busy here. She was even doing better meeting new people and attempting to make friends! So, when she saw a familiar face in the form of Silvyre, she took a deep breath and walked over to the apprentice, offering a friendly, welcoming smile.

"There's better seats down there, you know," she spoke, and gently, and a little cautiously, put a hand on the girl's arm. "Is Adaya coming, do you know? We could all sit together and watch, if you'd like--I know I would," she added, tone a bit shy for all that she was trying to keep it not so. She hadn't spoken to Silvyre since the hatching where she'd gone and Impressed the little orange sub-queen. She secretly heaved an inner sigh of relief to see it with her. "How is she doing?" Tentative, friendly and then, spotting something in the sands, "a pink! Is that really a pink wher?" Her green eyes were a little wide, and seemed full of excitement. She'd seen not only the first copper to ever hatch on Pern, but now got to see a pink wher, first of its kind, actually hatch! It was extremely exciting, at least to her. She really had a deep seated love for dragons, and yet she loved all living things. Whers were no exception, though their fierceness did make her feel she might not be the best choice for one!

PMEmail
^
Catsitta
 Posted: May 3 2018, 06:12 PM
Quote
Weyrlingmaster





Eeveelution Trainer


1064 Posts
455 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Xialas (@Zane - Embry)
He was awake when Laanasuth's call came. It was time. Blue eyes flickered to his moody roommate and he nodded, acknowledging the unspoken bid. Was it reassurance or just familiarity? With practiced ease, Xialas stripped and redressed, donning the armor and white candidacy robes. He took a brief moment to wash his hands and face in a bowl of water he kept by his bed, before following Embry into the hall. "Luck to you as well," he murmured. 30 dragon eggs on the sands meant 30 chances to be found, to leave candidacy and enter a new phase in life. Would they step into weyrlinghood together, he and Embry? Or would they split paths? Xialas had numerous roommates over the Turns. It barely phased him anymore when a new body made its bed nearby. But Embry...there was a hint of desperation to him. As if he thought Laanasuth's eggs were the last he'd ever see.

Strange.

Soon they were at the hatching grounds, plunged into sweltering heat. The apprentice healer drew in a breath and calmed himself. Peaceful thoughts. "Thank you for the honor of standing for your children," he said, bowing to Laanasuth. A moment later he offered similar thanks to Zelsk. Both queens addressed, he assumed a spot on the Sands with Embry, having remained close since they left their room. Neither would stand alone this day. While they had their differences, hatch day brought a companionable quiet between them.

.

Zaephor (OPEN)

Zeph shook. He refused to admit it, but every inch of him trembled when Laanasuth called for the Candidates to come. Clumsy hands fussed with armor and clothing. He both yearned for and dreaded this moment. Becoming a rider was his dream. No, a need. Because aging out was a failure he couldn't face down. What would he do with his life if a dragonet never chose him other than return to a life as a Drudge? He didn't know anything else. He knew it and his father knew it. The old man was just waiting for his good for nothing son to drag himself home and admit that the dragonman made a mistake in his Search.

He coiled a length of knots to tuck beneath his armor. They weren't his. In fact, he shouldn't even have them. He bet Rylin regretted giving them to him as a good luck keep sake when she Impressed, leaving him behind on the Sand. Zeph swallowed. Shardit all. He was a fool. But he held onto the bluerider knots all the same, refusing to give them back until he had weyrling knots of his own.

Between Rylin and his sister Zel, and countless friends over the Turns, he was sick at the thought of being left behind again.

Zaephor entered the hatching cavern with a swarm of other candidates. Sweat beaded along his brow. He bowed and thanked the hatch mothers, before glancing up at the Stands where he knew Zel to be. He saw her with their youngest sister, Raz. Mismatched eyes pulled away, searching for a trace of Elle before be found a spot to stand. A knot of jealousy pulled at his belly. Was it cruel to hope that Elle didn't Impress if he didn't?

.


Zel (@Rowana - Raz)

A small, disbelieving nod came from Zel as she continued to watch the hatch. She barely heard Jali. It wasn't until an excitable bundle of limbs flung itself her way that she snapped back to attention. "Oh, hello 'Raz," she murmured. Zel cleared her throat. Now wasn't the time to get all dreamy-eyed. The hatching had begun! "Of course, you can sit here with me." She reached forward and tugged the small girl back away from the edge, "Please sit. With the babies hatching, it is safer for you."

Her tone was firm and perhaps a little warning. It was a long time since she played the roll of responsible big sister, but old habits died hard. Especially if it meant keeping her littlest sister safe. "As for Elle and Zeph...Ah, there, I see our brother. He's already standing over with the boys. Have you two spoken yet?"



PMEmail
^
Rii
 Posted: May 3 2018, 06:18 PM
Quote
Jr. Weyrwoman





Idea Factory


2476 Posts
3567 Marks
Member Inventory: View




"Os'nin, welcome," Jali greeted him quietly with a smile. "Yes, I expect it will be a touch... hectic for them. But I have faith that our candidatemasters have trained them well." Although normally she stood through the entry of the candidates until everyone was settled into place, tonight she had a high stool behind her so she could take some of the weight off.

Once everyone had entered, she would make her way up into the stands to sit and watch, but not before. She wanted to give these children - young men and women, some of them, but to her they persisted in being children - any reassurance that she could give, if they needed it.

She touched the bluerider's arm lightly. "Every Impression is another dragon or wher who can help keep Pern safe. That is never a bad thing."

Yes, Alwanath, I daresay I had something to do with it, Laanasuth responded dryly. She dipped her head, observing the candidates as they paid their respects. One or two merited a response, as when Kyzekeidon helped his little brother through the greeting. Well done, Keivhyn. It will come to you more naturally with practice. Kyzekeidon, thank you.

Kelrin raced his twin to get into his armor and robe first (he lost) and get out to the sands. He was excited, not because he expected to bond tonight (he didn't), but because excitement was in the air and who knew what kind of possibilities there were. Paying his respects to Zelsk, he took up a spot next to Felrin, jabbing the other man with his elbow. "You cheated to get here first," he teased in a whisper. Then he nodded towards the eggs and the wherets. "Look, two of them out already. And two of the dragonets too, they're not wasting time."

@Aerona @RhiaBlack @Captain


PMAIM
^
Zane
 Posted: May 3 2018, 06:20 PM
Quote
Wingleader





Hero of Time


716 Posts
45 Marks
Member Inventory: View




The call came, and Morrigan rose, like every other time before. She was used to being called upon, day or night, to Stand for newly hatched dragonets. It had been eleven turns, just about, and yet her will was as strong as it had been from the time she was ten. This would, however, be her first dual hatch. Therefore this hatching, unlike the times before, raised more complicated questions. Would she deny the bond of a wher? No. Why deny the bond of any creature that had willingly chosen her? It would be foolish. Did she desire a wher? Not really, but then again who ever had the luxury of choosing how their life would play out? If becoming a wherhandler was the path she was meant to take, today would prove that. If not, well, no harm done. She would continue to Stand until the day they asked her to leave, and then forever after she would be present in the Stands (alongside her daughter).

Morrigan got on her armor and robes, suiting up in a timely fashion. Whomever her roommate was, well, she had little care. She harbored no desire to wish them well, or extend any other common courtesies to which she hadn't the time for. So, instead, she left without a word. A brief glance in the looking glass, so as to fix her hair, was all she required. She hadn't yet fallen asleep, not really. Out into the hall she wandered, blending in with the crowd of girls. Cyanide and Aconite remained behind, as they were quite used to, and therefore posed no trouble.

The dragon candidate thought of Ruane, who was soon to graduate. The burgundy-weyrling, and her dragon, had come so far. Ruane ought to be proud. Hopefully the senior weyrling would be in the Stands, watching. Morrigan smirked at the thought, though in her subconscious she worried that there would be only disappointment awaiting the already dragonrider. No dragon had chosen her in all this time, so why would Laanasuth's young be any different?

Through the hatching cavern she wandered, until it was her turn to greet the hatch-mothers. First, she wandered to Laanasuth, and bowed. "I'm sure they'll all be lovely, though not nearly as lovely as you I daresay... Or you," she commented to Jali, winking at the poor woman unabashedly. By the time she was standing before Zel and Zelsk, she paused a moment to consider the younger handler. "Would it be that destiny will bring us together? I guess we can only hope," she teased, offering poor Zel a cheeky smirk. Then, to Zelsk she bowed, and spoke most genuinely, "I'm looking forward to seeing your wherets. They've got an impressive mother." Flattery would get her everywhere, thank you very much. Then, for it was impolite to dawdle, she went to her proper place. She was in the front row, which may have proved to be a mistake but oh well. In the front she was, with a view of everything going on both among the hatchling's and candidates. Only time would tell what sort of hatching this was to be...

The pink that graced the gathered crowds was absolutely adorable. Morrigan nearly laughed, but knew better. "Well, look at that," she spoke quietly to herself, arms crossed over her chest. There was another whom accompanied her, and a cyan and a black from Laanasuth's eggs. Four healthy fighters to grace the prides and wings. It was a great day to be alive.

@Open

--

Ever was excited. So excited. When Laanasuth's voice reached her, she practically sprang out of bed. The small blond jostled all of the flits that had fallen asleep on top of her, but she didn't seem to notice. Smokey squealed in alarm, the tiny white tumbling out of Everane's mess of curls. The blond resisted the urge to bespeak Laanasuth, knowing it would be incredibly rude of her (though all she wished to do was congratulate the copper queen!) Instead, because she knew that the gold would appreciate her attentions, she bespoke Couineth. It's hatch-day! Isn't that great? 'Er... hatch eve, I guess. Man, I wish I could have seen your babies hatch. I'm sure they were big and beautiful, and all muscle-y and just... wonderful specimens. The gold was the object of Ever's undying devotion. The small blond had a fascination with Rayna as well, given that she was more than likely the best Weyrwoman the world had ever seen. Yeah, there was no doubt.

Leaping out of bed, Ever turned to Osario (who she thankfully shared a room with). "Osario, it's happening! Can you believe it?" Then she paused mid-way through doing up her armor. "What if there's a red?" She suddenly became very aware of the fact that whatever hatched she would be forced to deal with, rather personally. She paled, and yet continued to get dressed all the same. One side of her hair was less poofy than the other, but there was nothing to be done for it. On an ordinary day she would have asked Osario to fix it, or find her a nice scarf to wear over her head or something. Today she could not be concerned with fashion, not when there were baby dragonets to attend to. "Man... you're gonna make an amazing dragonrider Osario. I really hope you impress," the girl conveyed, her smile bright.

Once everything was in its proper place, and she had patted herself down, Ever zipped out into the hall. Her flits tried to follow her but she shushed them and reassured them that she'd be back. "Play with Zeniba!" she called. The smaller girl hung in the doorway, turning back to look to her roommate. "Hey Osario? Thanks for being my friend." That was all she managed to say, because like a leaf upon a running stream she was swept away among the other candidates. Out to the Sands she ventured, coming to stand before the great copper queen that was Laanasuth. She bowed, as was customary to do, and then did her best not to ramble at the poor clutchmother. "Thanks so much for letting me Stand! I love your eggs, they're so pretty. You're pretty too, of course. The prettiest." Then she was off, a grin plastered upon her face. Said grin grew all the wider as she spotted the cyan and black that had come to hatch while the rest of them were busy finding their places. "Oh my god," she all but squealed, trying to contain her excitement. Once she had found her place, among the other girls, she simply watched the cyan and black interact. Wait was that a... pink wher? Holy Faranth in a hand-basket! "Cute little jellybean," she murmured to herself, wanting so badly to give it a great big 'ole hug.

@Open
@Boo - Couineth & Rayna
PM
^
RhiaBlack
 Posted: May 3 2018, 06:50 PM
Quote
Senior Weyrleader





Wrangler of Muses


4043 Posts
155 Marks
Member Inventory: View




[Forgot to shove him in my other post, and there's been a lot more people post since mine, so just slapped him up in a new one. Feel free to maul him (new Impressees and otherwise), just please do not remove limbs or more than one eye, that sort of thing. Scarring him is fine, killing or severely maiming him is not. He has work to do, after all! Shale (his baby Bronze flit) is also not to be touched, please.]

Hargrove heard the Humming, along with most of those in the Kitchens. Some had been preparing for candlemarks, now - there would be Impressions soon, which meant there would be hungry Hatchlings to feed. New bonds to cement, new pairs being formed, and overall he had an important job to take part in.

In some ways, it was one of his favorite parts of living in a Weyr. Hatchlings, in all their colored, beautiful, lithe and occasionally awkward glory, choosing their mates out of the white robed fodder placed before him. He'd been told he could be one, once, but ultimately decided his place wasn't there. Wasn't among them, but in the lower ranks, where someone like him belonged.

Shale perched on his shoulder, the Bronze wound around His' throat as Hargrove's large hands worked over whole sides of beef, butchered this morning in anticipation of the coming need they would serve. The entire kitchen was set into a fervor as soon as the Humming began - it was obviously a tell-tale sign, a means to an end, and it threw every planned, scheduled thing meant for today into a pot of chaos that wouldn't calm until long after sunset.

His heart picked up in tempo, though it was hard to get it to pound as of late. He was excited to see them, to watch others bond, become greater than they were. To see what the departure of the Copper Queen had beget, with her Fighter-suitor chosen as the Weyr's new Junior.

He'd have a whole new plethora of gossip to deal with, obviously, when the evening meal arrived and the dust settled.

He cut with the expert practice of a man used to handling knives and other sharp utensils, shredding meat into bite-size pieces that even the smallest wher could manage. And then, it was time.

Behind the scenes as much as any Drudge could possibly be, Hargrove joined the caravan of others of his kind heading to the Feeding Area. Through the Dining Hall, along the corridors through the base of the Weyr, and into the Sands, where he began organizing buckets as others were brought in. Perfectly spaced out, so that incoming bondeds could pick up one on the way past. The more difficult pairings, he would happily bring them one once they'd found a place to settle. He shoo'd out all but two other drudges and their new Wherling and Weyrlingmasters-to-be, and counted out the buckets to make sure that he had enough for each pair.

Hargrove wasn't the sort that counted on duds or deaths, and thus, there was a bucket of sizable quality for each and every potential pair, as well as several others behind him to supplement any larger-than-average Hatchlings, insofar as ranking colors. The bigger ones always ate more, after all.

He waited, and watched. They would all come, in due time.


PM
^
Blot
 Posted: May 3 2018, 07:50 PM
Quote
Wingrider





N/A


298 Posts
483 Marks
Member Inventory: View




There was so much to do. With eggs on the sand, it seemed like their lessons quadrupled. People were always watching them, judging them, trying to figure out who would make a match this round and who wouldn’t. Sethis was worried. He basically spent all his time not in chores or lessons in the kitchen. He would cook and bake his worries away. His hands were oft coated in flour and his apron was stained with varying colors. Yet still he worried. He wondered, just wondered, if he’d be joining his mother as a Wherhandler. Or maybe, he’d impress a dragon. That would be nice too. He was of two minds, and neither could reconcile with the other on what he’d prefer.

While he worked in the kitchens, someone else was flitting about, chatting and injecting herself into social gatherings where ever she could. With Poppy ever on her shoulder, and Puff always at her side, Candi was quite the sight. Both creatures wore little bandanas crafted by her own hand, often matching Candi’s own bright outfits. The harper was a nuisance. But she was a welcome nuisance when it came to gossip. And oh did she have gossip. She had rumors a plenty about the new Weyrleader, even if most of them were made up on the spot.

Osario was out training Zeniba. The icehowler was coming along nicely, and Osario knew she’d be an asset if she ever returned to the Caravan. But then she heard the hum. All of them heard the hum. Firelizards and other dragons taking up the sound. Eggs were hatching. Instantly everyone abandoned what they were doing and raced to the barracks. Candi was first to arrive, her long legs giving her an advantage. Plus the other two had things to do. She practically whisked into her room like a whirlwind, discarding her niced clothes and putting on something a little more ‘rustic’. She didn’t want to ruin her nice clothes, after all.

Armor was strapped on by each candidate. Though this was Candi’s second time donning her armor, it was the first time for the other two. Osario took special care as she put hers on, noting where there were cracks and gaps in the armor, places she might have to protect. She smiled at Ever, as excited as her roommate was. Her smile fell a bit when she mentioned a red. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly.
“If there is a red, we will just keep an eye on her. Not all reds are bad, after all.” Robe was pulled over her head, and Osario wished she could accessorize it some. But no. There was to be no extra bits or bobs on the sands.
“Ha, I hope I do. Though I know if I don’t impress, I have a place back with my family.” She always kept that in mind, as not to be too saddened by the idea.

Sethis was the last one out of the barracks. He had trouble with his armor. The knife at his side felt heavy. Too heavy. Though who knew if he’d need it? He felt weird, being a dual candidate. Did this mean dragons and whers thought he wasn’t devoted enough? He didn’t know. He scrambled out to the sands, the tunnel feeling too tight, despite his small size.

Candi walked up to Zelsk, her eyes sparkling with joy. She bowed deeply to their newest queen.
“Thank you for allowing me to stand for your clutch, it is an honor.”

Osario, on her turn, made her way close to Laanasuth. Her bow was sweeping though she was nervous. The copper queen was just so massive.
“Thank you, for letting me stand for your children. It is a true honor.” She smiled up at the copper before stepping back to join the female dragoncandidates.

Sethis stumbled up, standing somwhere between Laanasuth and Zelsk. He bowed, though it was kind of clumsy.
“Th-thank you for letting me stand for your clutches, My Queens! I promise to um… Respect your children and yourselfs. Thank you again!” With that he moved to the sliver of sands for the dual candidates and waited with bated breath. Already his eyes were roaming over those that hatched.

Candi couldn’t help but squeal quietly when she saw the pink. She was so cute! Already she was excited. The blue was a handsome fellow as well. Sethis’ eyes darted between the pink and blue, and the black and the cyan. Already there were two sets on the sands! He could feel his heart in his throat as he tried to keep calm. Today was the day. He knew it in his heart.

[@Zane - Ever, Spectators to come in another post!]


-user posted image-
PMWebsite
^
Leo
 Posted: May 3 2018, 07:53 PM
Quote
Candidatemaster





The Dreamer


457 Posts
4059 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Nisair awoke to what seemed like carefully monitored chaos. The eggs were hatching, Laanasuth called, and the Candidatemasters were already throwing instructions at them left and right. She hardly knew what to do at first as there were so many things to remember. But then she recalled the eggs, all thirteen of them, beautiful and unique in their own ways. Each was a promise of the future that could be hers. The girl smiled. She knew what to do. The brunette combed her fingers through her hair as she walked to the rack of armor and robes, pulling her hair up into a hasty bun. Then she quested through the various pieces, noting that they were sorted by size (thanks Ulian!) until she found the ones meant for her. After that it was a simple matter to pull on first the robes and then the armor until she looked like every other candidate: plain but uniform. Unfortunately for the girl, she caught sight of a very naked Vianna in the process and had a brief coughing fit while trying to get her arms through the arm-holes. She had to get a little help from the wher candidatemaster before she could recover fully.

Still red, Nisair didn't dare look in the dragon candidate's direction again even when she was fully clothed. Sure, she had grown up in the Weyr, but she had spent so many turns at Fort that she'd gotten used to a certain amount of privacy. Thankfully Vianna was quick about it and the danger seemed to have passed. Next came the candidatemasters' careful examination of her personage for which the girl stood as stiff as a statue. She had her knife with her, one that meant more for the kitchen than anything else, but a sharp blade nonetheless. Even if she wasn't about to butcher any herdbeast today it made her feel better knowing she had it on her person. Speaking of, mmm...herdbeast. Did they have time for a quick snack first? She was feeling rather peckish. She also wondered what kind of meals she could prepare for a hungry wheret. They liked their meat raw.

The Sands had become far more familiar over the past couple of weeks. The heat no longer seemed stifling though Nisair still didn't want to remain in the hatching cavern for an extended period of time. At least, not as a candidate...as a wherling? Totally different story! The apprentice baker tried not to bounce in place as she waited to greet Zelsk, impatience settling over her form like a cloak. Nervous energy was coursing from every inch of her body and it was all she could do to not run about like a startled wherry to get the nerves out. She was just so sharding excited! At last, the copper wher was in front of her and Nisair sank into a deep curtsy. "Thank you lovely queen for this opportunity. If one of your children picks me, I swear to make both you and the Weyr proud." Grinning shyly, the girl directed herself back to Zanii who gestured her to her spot in the back. If anyone thought her cowardly because she was in the back, Nisair would feel inclined to punch them in the face. She wanted this spot to observe all the events happening around her because it was her first hatching, not because she was afraid of the hatchlings!

The candidate glanced up into the stands to see if her family was there yet with a cautious smile on her face. Hopefully, despite his words, her father would be just as excited as she was to be here. After all, all she was doing was following in his footsteps like a good daughter should.

@Boo (Hulair)
---

Arala sat bolt upright as an unfamiliar mind touched hers. Our eggs. That meant both dragon and wher eggs were hatching at the same time! Pulse quickening, the young woman raced to get her boots and lace them on with only a tentative look aimed at her roommate to see if she was doing the same thing. They hadn't spoken much, but Taylei seemed like a sweet girl. The former Holdless just wasn't sure if she was too nice to the point that it was all an act. It was hard to tell if people really meant what they said, even here at Dalibor where it was supposed to be safe. Then again, maybe this illusion of safety only made people more likely to hide their true nature versus out in the wild where there was no one to judge you. Shaking her head, the blonde rose to her feet and rolled her neck to get all the kinks out before cracking her knuckles. She wanted to be prepared at even the slightest hint of danger. Her leg muscles were already tense in anticipation of what was to come.

The candidate's robe and armor were thrown on with care. If she got a new scar today, so be it, but she had no death wish. She'd only just been reunited with some of her family- she couldn't be torn away from them so soon. With this in mind, calloused fingers traced the edge of Arala's knife. She couldn't use it against anything that might attack her but that wasn't the point. The point was it reminded her of where she had come from and what she had done to get here. The past was the past: this was the now, and all she could do was be ready for the future. She had to cling tightly to her sisters if she wanted to keep them close to her. Too bad Larka was not directly next to her. At least she could she keep her in view at all times. Sighing softly, Arala followed the rest of the candidates to the Sands, listening to Ulian all the while. The information wasn't anything new but as a first time standee she knew it was important to take it all to heart. No hatchling was going to get the jump on her today.

As a dual candidate, Arala had both queens to greet. She strode up to Zelsk first with her head held high. She didn't bother with more than a nod but her words were intended to be respectful. "Zelsk, thank you for allowing me to Stand for your children." She didn't know what it was like to be a mother but she knew the bond of family and could understand the wher's protectiveness over her children. And now, she had to let them go. That had to be hard to do, but it was necessary for their survival. Next came Laanasuth who was also given a sharp nod of the woman's head. "Laanasuth...thank you for your trust. I hope we prove ourselves worthy of it." She'd heard about the disastrous egg smashing from some of the other candidates. She couldn't imagine being the copper queen and ever allowing anyone to get so close to her eggs again. It was incredible, the strength the copper dragon possessed. Arala was in awe.

But that was enough prostrating before the giant queens, they were not the beings she had to impress; their children were. Arala didn't know if she had what they wanted but she also knew there was no reason to stand without hope. She may not be Weyrbred but Norla had proven that she had a right to be there the same as anyone else. She could only hope a dragonet or wheret would see it the same way. Speaking of, the woman's grasp on colors was still not firm. She didn't understand what all the fuss about the pink wher meant and took her place among the dual candidates with a blank look on her face. There were four hatchlings already, two dragons and two whers. Both sets of hatchlings were small, yes, but they'd grow to be easily capable of killing a man one day. She couldn't get that thought out of her head. You can get the girl out of the Islands, but you can't get the Islands out of the girl.

@Ruriko (Taylei, Larka)
PM
^
Sakoru
 Posted: May 3 2018, 08:09 PM
Quote
Wingrider





N/A


447 Posts
30 Marks
Member Inventory: View




Kiefer had risen already, having transferred his early-rising habits to his new nocturnal schedule. Being a wher candidate was somewhat odd in a number of respects, but he little minded the relative quiet of the Weyr after dark had fallen. The night-dwelling beasts themselves intrigued him; while candidate lessons had introduced him to whers as a species, he hadn’t had much personal interaction with them. Nor was he expecting to be summoned off his path for maintenance work in the stables; the cry of the candidatemasters’ beasts and Laanasuth herself drew his attention. Curiosity as much as obligation drew him back toward the barracks to get ready, although the farmer cast a longing glance at the stables as he turned away. Kuno, ever obedient but disappointed, flattened his ears in displeasure as Kiefer called him back to his side.

Just in the few minutes it took to reach the barracks, the halls were swimming with candidates of every description. Kiefer, knowing almost none of them and in fact unsure if he even shared a room with anyone (he paid a great deal of attention to such things), wove his way toward his room with great difficulty. Washing up would be ideal; he had planned to bathe after chores, but he had the sense to keep a basin of water and a washcloth in his quarters. He was quick about it, scrubbing any dirt from his face and hands before going out to join the others in the flurry of Hatching preparation. Kuno was bid to stay where he was; the canine glared at him but lay down on the floor to wait out the Hatching in safety. Relieved of his partner, the farmer was free to get himself ready for the imminent event. Strapping on the armour proved to be a tremendous pain; it was firmly attached but in no way attractive when Kiefer finished with it. On went the white robe, which was substantially easier but not necessarily done correctly on the wher candidate’s stocky form, and then they were out to the Sands.

Truthfully, he had no real idea what to expect. Life, along with the lessons of the candidatemaster, had taught him that nothing could be expected – only prepared for. Kiefer believed he was as prepared as he could be for something wholly unfamiliar; he followed the path of the other candidates and bowed sombrely to Zelsk and the tremendous dragon that shared her Sands. He murmured his thanks, but nothing more – he hadn’t words for gratitude, or for the interest he bore in this clutch. Kiefer did not yet know if his gratitude would even be well-placed, should he give it.

Assuming his place among the other male wher candidates, he cast his gaze across the Sands, thoughtfully. A cyan and black dragonet played amongst Laanasuth’s eggs, but Kiefer wasn’t here for a dragon. As hatchlings, they were gangly and awkward, ugly in their youth. Not so different from the young of other animals, in that regard. Dark eyes turned to regard Zelsk’s little ones – the blue and the pink wherets. Wasn’t that latter something of a rarity? Never had he seen or heard of such a thing.

Still, if she was a healthy and happy creature, then there was no reason to disregard her potential. Kiefer stood silent, watching the other eggs rock, his attention straying now and again to the newborn whers upon the Sands. All he need do now was wait patiently, and see what happened.

Kiefer was very good at waiting.

@open

________________________________________

Attending Hatchings had never ended well for him. Lueke could recall with searing clarity every moment of Couineth’s hatching, the exact shade of that girl’s blood upon the Sands. Just as clearly, he remembered Dawson’s face at the wher hatching, the suffocating pressure of a thousand eyes when he came to stand with him. No Hatching ended well, as far as he was concerned. No Hatching was worthwhile.

Yet what else was he supposed to do? All of Dalibor reverberated with the eerie sound of humming dragons; he could feel their voices as a physical thing. Knowing that there were eggs on the Sands, he had all but resolved not to go and watch – up until this moment. But it was impossible to ignore; disappearing into the depths of the Weyr still wouldn’t kill the sound of expectant dragons. Lueke didn’t hope that the Hatching wouldn’t be awful. He had no expectation that it would be anything but. Either people would be hurt and killed, or they would be hurt by Impression the same way that Dawson had been.

He would have been better off staying away, but the ex-harper’s record for good decisions wasn’t long. Silently, he tracked his way along the corridors of the Weyr, finding his way to the Stands as they began to fill with people. Young dragonets and wherets were already upon the Sands; two of each held both promise and threat to the candidates on the ground. Lueke slid into a seat at the end of a row, already unsure of both the crowd and the Hatching itself. At least here, he had an easy shot at the door if it was too much – if he needed to run.

Anxiously he glanced around for Dawson, searching for the man’s familiar form. Surely he would be here, right? Surely he would come to watch. If not, that might be incentive enough to bolt. Or maybe, he thought, turning to the as-yet innocent lives beginning down below, maybe he should try to stay. Just to see if he could.

@Zane (for Dawson)

_______________________________________

Ruane, it had to be admitted, had been paying precious little attention to the presence of eggs on the Sands. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t care at all. Everane and Morrigan would both be Standing for this clutch. It was the first clutch of Pern’s first copper wher. Nothing was really unimportant about it. It was just that Ruane, frankly, had more on her plate than forty-odd mixed eggs. Granted, half of it was her own fault for being a perpetual troublemaker, but the other half was desperate practice to try and make Emath ready for Threadfall. Half the time she forgot there even were eggs coming due, and the other half of the time she just didn’t give it much thought.

That is, until Emath began to hum, just before Laanasuth’s voice summoned the entire Weyr. It’s hatching time, he announced, unnecessarily. While he was poised near the ledge of their weyr, the way he looked over the edge was uneasy, and not in his usual way when facing flight. At last he was beginning to resolve those fears; he was still horribly anxious when taking to the air, but it was growing ever so slightly easier to get him aloft and keep him focused. When he looked back at her, Ruane took note of the yellowed eyes, the bright anxiety on his short face. ”My love,” she murmured, and reached up as she came near. The burgundy lowered his head, pressing his muzzle against her. By now he was far too big for his rider to cradle his head in her arms, but she rested her forehead against his, wrapping her arms as far about him as they would go. ”It’s best that we go, love.” After a moment, she drew back, gently scratching one of his eye ridges. Emath hummed softly. ”My sister’s standin’, Emath.” Ruane sighed softly, and added, ”and so’s Morrigan.”

Drawing back, the burgundy regarded her for a moment, and then turned his side to her, extending a foreleg in wordless invitation. Ruane smiled, rubbing the dragon’s neck as she swung herself up onto his harness. After a moment of hesitation by the burgundy, they were airborne. Like many dragons, he preferred to drop off the ledge, but his rider didn’t let him; Emath’s skyward jump was accompanied by several strong upbeats before His allowed him to soar in the direction of the Hatching Grounds. Flying was still choppy; he tended to seize up at unpredictable moments and drop altitude – which was one of the issues they were trying to fix before graduation. It drew ever nearer, but that wasn’t their focus right now.

Emath swept through the upper entrance to the Sands with the other dragons, swooping to a lower ledge so that His could see better. Ruane slid off his neck, standing next to her beloved burgundy as she scanned the Sands for the only candidates she cared about. At her behest, her burgundy addressed Everane, snorting his displeasure at doing so. Ruane wants to tell you good luck, he told her hesitantly. Ruane grinned at him, offering a hard mental nudge. Begrudgingly, he added to Everane, with a disgusted glance at His, and that you’re a brat.

In case her sister turned around, Ruane assumed her best smirk (if the kid could even see her from here). After a moment, she forced her burgundy to reach out a second time, this time to Morrigan. I’m watching! he told her, in the joking tone she had requested he use. Yet she wasn’t joking, or laughing – not now.

She hoped that Morrigan would Impress. She wanted it more than anything.

@Zane (Everane & Morrigan)


"Branches may stop the ordinary man, but B'tor "slapper of jungle cats" is no ordinary man."
- Zane
plotter
PM
^

Topic Options
Pages: (11) 1 2 3 ... Last »
Add Reply
New Topic


 


 


Chatbox
1. No advertising.

2. No in-depth discussion of highly personal issues, incl. medical issues affecting you, your family or friends, or your pets. Do not ask for medical advice in the cbox.

3. Please refrain from explicit description of illegal, violent or gross subjects. Be mindful of your fellow members and guests to the site.

4. Important communications for staff should be sent via PM - just because someone is on the site does not mean they are looking at the cbox! :)


Cbox Mods: Ruin, Rii, Ivy
Affiliates
Baraenor, Lion RP Image and video hosting by TinyPic RPG-D RPGfix Top RP Sites Top RP Sites RPG Initiative Southern Winds Weyr The Veil