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Winter, 18th Turn, 11th Pass
Winter is in full swing as the Northwest reaches the middle stages of the cold month, and Dalibor, taking full advantage of a crackdust filled break in Threadfall, is back at it again. Delving into the Southern ice and snow, they have paired with Grove Weyr to fully explore the lands they only slightly uncovered the previous turn during the Jungle Expedition. This, however, will not be a warm and relaxing waltz through the woods; although was it ever that to begin with?
Rayna of Gold Couineth - Boo
Z'dyn of Iron Baihujinth - Rhia
Jali of Copper Laanasuth - Rii
Os'nin of Blue Alwanath - Aerona
Norla of Bronze Norsk - Ives
Oreanda of Bronze Osk & Blue Oresk - Ruin
Der of Grey Desk - Rii
K'ton of Blue Ironth- Jenn
S'vor of Green Absinth - Ruriko
Nia of Pink Koeneth - Catsitta
Ijo of Brown Isk - Rhia
Pavir of Blue Pavisk - Captain
Swithin of Blue Swisk - Ives
Ulian of White Rivath - Ruin
Zanii of Black Zansk - Leo
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Hidden Treasures., AU: 14; Nevisk's First Clutching
Wrangler of Muses
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It had been incredibly hard work. Coupled with his craftswork - which Nevisk had insisted upon, and only gotten more impossibly insistent with as her belly swelled with the growing clutch she was gravid with - there had been an ever-present duty to help his Gold and Raistlin's Red haul stones of moderately heavy size from places all around the Weyr proper; and even outside it. Theran suspected the wild Iron that had sired her clutch had been some sort of point-out, as well, though the Weaver never saw him among the trees. He took Nevisk's word for it, that he was worthy.
Over the course of many nights, a circle of a nest was built up. Nevisk piled and packed the sand with her feet, and Theran worked until late hours to aid his Queen. Everything had to be a certain way. She was fickle about all of it. Only certain stones, and then a myriad of smaller ones that lingered in the inside.
The only ones allowed close to her precious egg-place, were the Red and her handler, and Theran. Everyone and everything else was instructed to stay away; Nevisk promised to kill and eat anyone or anything that drew within striking range. Theran worried immensely for her. She hadn't yet even laid her clutch, and already his wild-laid Gold was territorial over the small, some ten-or-twelve-foot area she intended to lay in.
The sides were built up around three feet tall. Nevisk dug down, she piled up, she moved sand and shifted everything. Theran helped her as best he was able, and from the time she'd begun the process, they didn't leave the Sands. He stayed with her, giving Raisk and Raistlin the option to sleep in their own beds until such a time as she populated the walled-off area with more than herself. Nevisk seemed content to linger, nearly entirely hidden by the wall of interlaid stones, until the night Theran couldn't sleep. He felt uncomfortable, and it took him some time to realize that it wasn't because of something he'd eaten.I lay. It is done. Nevisk King, come look. Help with. Very tired.
She bespoke Hers privately, and Theran roused himself from the cot at the bench he'd been sleeping on for days. Making his way out to the Sands, he helped Nevisk partially bury most of the clutch. Others were moved, once the shells had hardened enough that careful hands wouldn't break them. They were all gathered together, and Nevisk curled her six-foot frame around them, nestled within the high wall. Raisk. I clutch. Time to come, guard. Make sure nobody in, nobody touch. Der, Desk okay to be here, but not come close. Make sure all stay away. Small-dragons, they come, you eat. Desk. You come, stay with me, Yours. Want you, be clutchmother on sands with. Candidates not allowed, until hatchlings ready. Everybody stay away. Not want egg-stabbers.Note: Art is here for the sake of the Guessing. Nevisk's nest is NOT VISIBLE to anyone from ground-level. It can be seen from the ledges, and if someone manages to get a flit in without Raisk/Nevisk eating it. People, whers, dragons, or pets that come within striking range (if Raisk, Raistlin, Der, Desk, or Theran don't get them away) will be bitten with lethal intent.
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