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 It Is Written..., AU: 14; Nevisk's First Hatching
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 Posted: Jun 11 2016, 05:38 PM
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Nevisk had hardly moved since she'd laid them. His Gold had been so territorial, that several wild Flits - and even a few wherries that got too close - had vanished behind the makeshift wall that kept her eggs hidden from view. Nevitheran checked on her regularly, helped her turn all the eggs, fed her, and then left her to tend the souls inside them as she decided. He could hear her making sounds in their direction, often. Sometimes, he felt something back; most times, however, the wall was simply too thick, and the sounds too quiet.

Raistlin was his companion, and the pair held their conversations as Raisk stood guard. Theran made every attempt to hold conference with Der as well; the Prideleader was a stalwart man, and he grew increasingly fond of Desk. Sometimes, Czervosk and His would visit, but the Fisher - gargantuan by every Pernese standard - never bespoke the Goldhandler. Czervosk did his best not to bother Nevisk, and stayed well clear of the Sands, as to not earn Raisk's wrath.

Part of him believed that, like their mother, the eggs would choose to hatch during the daylight candlemarks, but he was wrong. Days passed, progressively longer and longer, and Nevitheran worried that perhaps none of the eggs were live at all.

That was, until one fateful, clear, windy evening towards the tail end of the season.

My King.

Theran looked up from his embroidery, thimble pausing against the metal needle.

Hatchlings, they come. Desk. Tell Yours.
Call them, my heart.


Nevisk nudged the shaking eggs; the one that almost matched her hide, the yellow-green one in the front, flipped over to its side, and rolled about, bumping into the rust-orange one next to it. Nevisk watched curiously, nudging with her long snout, and raised her voice to the Weyr as a whole.

Eggs hatch. Need all Candidates, need all people, come to Sands. Only Candidates on Sands, no small-wings, no pets. Come quick. Will be hatch soon. Not come too close, stay where Raisk say stay.

The gold-green egg (8) cracked, and Nevisk put her tail down so that her hatchling would have something to push against. Two rather large, dark navy paws pushed out, claws flexing, before a tail appeared. The Blue backed out of his shell, blinking up at his mother's enormous maw, before promptly curling up beside her tail and...going to sleep?

From the rust-orange egg (9), there was a violent shake, which set the outside of the misshapen shell to slam rather hard against the tiny round egg in front of it (13) - which, surprisingly, wasn't crushed under the much bigger egg's weight, but rather acted as a bit of an assist for the rust-orange egg.

Splintering, a snout reached through the broken part....out, out, out it continued to come, until a pair of little red eyes blinked against the dimly-lit caverns. Whooooooa. Red turned orange, then yellow, then green, but then flushed red again when he spotted his brother.

And then realized, his brother was asleep? Who falls asleep right after they hatch?! There's so much to SEE! So much to DO!

The Black pushed the rest of his way out, his head and snout matching his mothers in considerable form, and he walked expectantly around his Blue brother, only to be picked up by his mother's tail and hoisted close. There was nobody here, she told them. Not yet. Be patient.


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"Alright guys! Don't forget your armor, a reminder that some wherets like to nip a bit if they aren't one hundred percent sure. Or just because." Nip was an understatement, but he was sure that these candidates knew what they were getting into. "Like dragons, its best to try and clear your heads and keep as calm as possible, and if they decide to charge you anyway... well ya don't need to stand there and let them. You can move." Al'dr was trying to get this hammered in as they all tried to get ready and scurry to the Sands, he of course went over it many times in lessons, but... was he nervous? Well this was his first batch of candidates and... sharding yes he was nervous -- Whers made him uncomfortable to begin with. Many, many, many what-if flew through his mind, but he was mainly focused on talking. That was his fall back. Keep talking and he won't look like he's nervous, right? Sure, Al'dr. At least he didn't feel tired, that was a plus.

"Listen to Nevisk and her guards, if they tell you to move, you move. I hear she has a Red guarding the nest along side her... please don't antagonize them. Don't forget to show the queen your respect, and like she said... don't get too close. For those who impress your Wherlingmaster will make himself known, I believe its Ijo and his brown Isk. Good luck guys, I hope you find what you're here for." A bond, purpose... or some sort of direction in their lives, whichever. He hoped that this would not be what whers ended up being for him. Dread.

The Candidatemaster stood on the edges of the Sands, and he would watch... even if his nerves indicated he should not.

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Kelah nearly jumped out of her chair when she heard the Gold's voice in her mind. The wher candidate rushed back to her room to change into the armor and Robe. Kel's hair was braided around her head to keep it out of her face, and out of the way... just in case. She left Senka asleep among her things, taking note to keep a mental eye on her in case she spring to life. Not that she would have brought her onto the Sands anyway... that wouldn't have been wise at all. Not when Senka was a little unpredictable, but Kel was learning... or at least starting to learn.

The Candidatemaster was... listened to but he went over these things before. Listen, respect, don't be an idiot (essentially).

Kelah walked out onto the sands with the rest of them, honey eyes scanned the cavern with a bit of awe. Especially the wall that was built around Nevisk's nest. This mother went through a lot of trouble to keep her young hidden. Kel semi approached the Gold... as close as she was allowed anyway... with the red scowling in their directions and bent a bit at the waist. "My gratitude Nevisk for allowing us to Stand for your clutch, it is an honor indeed." She told her warmly, politely... and most of all respectfully. From there she would back off and stand where she was supposed to.

Her nerves were a buzz with excitement, but she wore the face of someone who was used to these things. In a way she was, she's watched a few hatchings while she lived in Fort Weyr. She knew the beautiful unpredictability of hatchings... okay enough. Enough to know that she had to be prepared for anything.

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Brandy had been intrigued when Raja had invited her along for the hatching at the Weyr. Not that she hadn't been jonesing to go anyway, given it was going to be a rather large hatching and there would undoubtedly be a decent celebration. The Vintner had loaded up a barrel or two that she could spare before the track over the waters happened.

Water, by ferry, instead of dragonback. It had amused her that they were getting to the hatching by water instead if she, but she was not the interim Lord Holder. Her hair waved in the air as they started off for the Weyr.

She leaned over the railing and watched as it grew closer. Her feet tapped the boards with anticipation. Not bothering to bother Raja, for the moment at least, she watched the bustle with excitement.

They arrived on the heels of everyone else. Brandy slid up beside Raja, staring at the Weyr with excitement. "We are going to stay for the party afterward, right? I hear they're good and I want to see a party after a Queen hatching. I'm looking forward to this. You must promise me a dance." Her eyes gleamed as she looked at him. The Vintner was looking forward to the dance as well.
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It was a kindness that the wherlings waited until nightfall. The riders might complain, but the timing was ideal for those who rose as the sun descended. Less kind was the intrusive yell that their bearer sent out into all the Weyr. Yoris jumped as though he’d been bitten, upending a bottle of ink with his elbow in the process. The young man hissed curses as he tried to sop up the dark, spreading stain, his own sleeves trailing in the mess. Thank Faranth he had only been doing a bit of practice on a less-than-perfect hide, though he made a tsk of disappointment to see the gracefully curving script smudged illegible. The hiss became a growl as he realized that even the desk would be stained now, a permanent reminder of impertinent beasts for Turns to come. And never mind the clothes, there was no telling if that would come out of linen…

Still spewing little half-curses and grumbles the ex-Harper donned armor and robe. He needed no reminder that wher teeth were more uncomfortable than the chafe of leather. No especial attention was paid to his appearance—he made an attempt to pull his hair back more neatly, remembering late that his hand was still ink-stained, though black ink in black hair would not be noticed. The robes he did his best to cinch. Yoris pushed out a long breath through his nose as he finally steadied himself in front of the door. Where other candidates were likely feeling some combination of excitement and dread, his emotions ran somewhat shallower, hovering between anticipation and nervousness. Things went wrong at hatchings. Harpers didn’t like to sing on it much, but everyone knew, everyone heard, especially at Dalibor. Much as he despised the chores, there were worse things than life as a perpetual candidate—not so much different than being a perpetual Apprentice, really, though without the same sting of disgrace. No one could fault you for not finding the right wher on the Sands. You might go on waiting for a long, long time. Maybe long enough that Thread no longer fell, or Masters changed their minds. He did not quite dare to hope such a thing, but there would be no disappointment should he return to his room as a still-singular entity, and considerable disappointment should he have to return with an unfit wher, and there were so many ways that it might be unfit. Too large, too noisy, too stupid, too ugly. All the things that whers tended towards, really. And yet it had seemed the best idea at the time, the surest path when compared to what had come before.

It was a short trip to find Al’dr, and from there onto the Sands. As they filed forward one by one to pay their respects, Yoris suspected that even the spectators could see his face go a shade paler. She was massive. He had always known, of course, but somehow being within striking range of those immense jaws set his heart to flailing inside his chest. He swallowed dryly before bowing with as much grace as he could muster. It was not much, and his joints protested the unexpected movement. He did at least manage to call out in a clear voice, with all the proper enunciation and rojection that half a lifetime spent among Harpers could give.

“You and your children grace us with your presence, Queen. You do us a grave honor in allowing us to stand for Impression.” There, that would do. It wasn’t as though whers were keen on big words, were they? His knees creaked audibly as he rose from the bow and backed away to stand among the other candidates. He was not distracted by any of them, and when they spaced themselves on the Sands he made certain that there was a good bubble of space surrounding him. It wouldn’t do to have them all knocked about like pins if a wher should come hurtling by. Not that there appeared to be any whers interested in hurtling just yet. Yoris’ lips thinned at the wall. Were they hatching at all? Maybe the Queen was mistaken. Despite warnings to think calm thoughts, he felt jumpy, irritable about the sands burning his feet and the lack of any real order. It seemed a shame that so much pomp was afforded to just-hatched infants, who likely knew very little about the world or rational decision making or how to be proper. Why did they not leave the hard decisions to those already in power? It just seemed like a sharding mess all around.


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Although he was now twenty turns of age and eligible for likely just one more dragon hatching, Riyd had begun to grow more interested in the whers. Those creatures of the night. It might mean a whole lot more work but... Well, he wasn't going to miss a chance. Everyone knew that Nevisk's eggs would soon be hatching, everyone was aware that she would soon call their names. As seemed to be customary for the whers, the call came at night. He'd been about to move off to begin his chores when he heard the voice in his mind. Thank Faranth. He'd been put on mucking out the stables for some unfathomable reason. It was night for crying out loud! How was he even ever going to see the stuff...

Never mind. Riyd tossed on his robes and darted out of the candidate barracks, falling in step with the rest of the candidates heading over to the hatching sands. Yes he had also decided to wear his armour. What fool would not want to wear it? Certainly it would be hot, it would be stuffy and it would be uncomfortable but he would wear it nonetheless.

Another candidate made her way to the sands. Without a word of hesitiation. Without much of a thought. It was her duty and she followed what was needed of her. At the moment, she had a goal and that was to attend this hatching and hopefully acquire a hatchling for herself and her family. However, she was no fool. These creatures had a power to see her mind. Empty thoughts, become one with these beasts. Raela closed her eyes for a brief moment, taking a deep breath. She then stepped onto the sands and bowed along with the other candidates. A word was not offered to the Queen but she took notice of the wall surrounding the nest. Covering the eggs. The only indication that she thought this strange was the slight creasing of her eyebrow before she turned and stood in line with the others.

Raela wasn't one to pay attention to the rumours surrounding the eggs. People talked about how many eggs there were but she ignored that. Either your wheret was here or it wasn't, it didn't matter how many eggs there were. The older candidate glanced sideways at the candidates around her and noted the presence of Yoris, the lad she'd joined on shadow patrol. He seemed... Frustrated maybe? Perhaps they had more in common than she initially thought.

Although she was not a wher candidate, you couldn't keep Kirryl and Kisk away from a hatching. They took up a place in the stands, Kisk waggling his whole body excitedly. Kire would be joining them later after she had finished up with an errand.
KISK AM SEE CANDY FRIENDS! AM BE SEE THEM FOLLOW FOR KISK. FOR TRAIN! BE NOBLE GUARD WHER.
"Wow you trained them Kisk? Mum told me you had done a very good job with your patrol that night."
The black puffed himself up proudly and looked to the mini-Kire and then back to the candidates, Raela and Yoris offering a bugle in their general direction. It was so exciting this time.

Yep she did grumble as she made her way to the stands but regardless, Rayna took up her usual position in the stands, greeting those who had come from the Hold not that there were as many of them as there might have been at a dragon hatching.

It had been a long while since he had been required to attend a hatching but they were short on healers. With the weather and wind as violent as it had been lately, the infirmary was inundated with people receiving injuries as a result of either careless flying or simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Usually, his skills lay in diagnosis but he certainly had some skills in trauma care. Being one of the Masters, it thus fell on him to make his way to the hatching sands where the whers would wait to hatch forth.

It was fortunate, therefore, that when he got there he could not actually see the eggs. He did not want to hear the sounds of the eggs breaking shell or watch them. Neras flitted closer, soaring far above the stands, out of range of the wher mother, functioning as the healer's eyes, making note of the movements of the wherets and candidates both.

"Al'dr," he approached the candidate master with a wave of his right hand, "Well done with them so far."
He adjusted the bag over his shoulder slightly, shifting the weight. He'd brought plenty of supplies and had even brought some down as the eggs had continued to harden, leaving them in a trunk. Yep he'd attended too many of these hatchings to come unprepared. Neras even had a little bag attached to him that he would use to drop bandages on candidates if they needed them throughout the hatching.

Prepared for the worst.

(ooc: feel free if your candidate gets hurt to make note of a black firelizard dropping a bandage on them assuming your candidate doesn't want to leave the sands =) )


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Two-leggeds would want food, much food, and before that wherbabies would need much meat. His Fa'rah had gotten up to help with the butchering and filling of meat buckets, and then he would be helping to put together tasty things for later. Wherth had nothing to do to help, but he wanted to go see new babys whers. Nostrils flaring, he considered Goldgreen Queen's words. He was no littler wing, could he come and see new wherbabies?

~Will try~ he decided, speaking only to himself as he waddled his way to the large entrance. Sticking his head on the hole, his eyes dulled briefly, as though to prevent his being detected. If there was no objection to his presence, the 'Iron wher', wandered in to watch, settling himself near the stands. Maybe he could watch over the people, makes sure wherbabies didn't accidentally hurt anyone that came to watch.

Wherth held his head high, and hummed. Whether whers actually were in the habit of humming for hatchings or not, this was an instinct Wherth wouldn't deny. The sleeping black though, had his head canting. Wasn't the black hungry? Wherth could smell the meat from here, even flickered his tongue out to capture more of the scent on the air. Surely this was enough to make him want to find his and get to the tasty meat buckets. Attention drifting, the 'king' huffed softly. There was one nice thing about firespitter hatchings, there were more everythings to sit with, more people, more firespitters, even more whers sometimes. Wherbabies deserved more visitors, more to see how wonderful they were.
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It was strange being here.

If she had not spent as much time as she had in that disastrous Cothold with that makeshift family, she... her mind would have been blown. There were so many people here, there was food aplenty, and... while the dragons and whers fought for the lives of everyone... no one had to fight to stay alive. Not that she has seen yet anyway, she could see why Jemi and Kolbi came here... and why they were still here. Whatever. She'll impress something or however that works and she'll go back. She will continue the fight for the rest of them, the ones that weren't stuffing their faces.

Eine wasn't used to the many new faces here, it was disorienting and so she mostly kept to herself, because she didn't know them. She didn't know any of their intentions nor did she want to. That didn't mean she actively avoided people... they were all there doing... what they were doing and so was she.

The girl was sweeping out a storeroom when Nevisk's voice flitted into her thoughts. Although the random voice inside her head caused her to stiffen suddenly. Would she get used to that? Probably not. Nothing spoke to you outside those walls. The wilds out there didn't have voices, or none she heard in her head. So she stopped what she was doing, glancing at the broom before leaving the storeroom... and she walked quickly back to the barracks. Once she got there she had the Candidatemaster prattle on about what they were supposed to do, and not supposed to do. It was simple, really. Don't be dim, and you won't die.

She donned the armor, and walked to the Sands with the rest of them, armor and robe in tact. Eine followed the candidates that bowed to the Gold. The girl approached like the rest and bowed... although her eyes didn't leave the Gold-- Nevisk. The beast was massive, and although the dragons were impressive... to see a full grown queen... was... just wow. "Thank you... for allowing me to stand." She spoke up, her voice cracking a bit due to lack of use. Which wasn't new... she didn't speak a whole lot, unless she was spoken to. From there she backed off and took her place among the others.

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Al'dr watched as the candidates filed in and bowed to Nevisk, watched how the Red sat red-eyed watching each and every movement with her nostrils twitching. The Candidatemaster was tense, he did not like wher hatchings, he did not like what was involved in the impression... and just... it all brought back bad memories... hemophobia aside. It wouldn't do anyone any good if he were the only one out of everyone to draw the ire of the wherets. The bluerider took a deep breath and released it slowly.

It will be fine, Al'drLove. You'll be okay.
I know, I know.
I'm excited to see if they impress. Its almost like the pride I felt when one of my searches impressed.
The light blue paused as a much darker blue drake landed next to him. Oh. Hi. I guess you are here all the time, he remarked dryly to Roiath, but that didn't stop Fortath from shifting closer to his older "brother". Roiath crooned lowly before fixing his gaze on the Sands. It was about to begin.

Al'dr's gaze snapped to Tedaon as the other approached him, and the Candidatemaster offered a grin. "Sebol's boots were--are kind of big to fill.... but I hope your praise isn't misplaced," he chuckled, relaxing just a bit. "thank you.. though."

Da'on stepped up on the otherside of Al'dr, wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulders. "Awww I'm so proud of you little brother. They look like they all know what they're doing, so I suppose you've done well so far, hmm?" The Wingsecond-Journeyman Healer's gaze shifted to the Master Healer and he offered the man a smile, "Good evening Master Tedaon, looks like I didn't have to pry myself from my bed after all~" In all honesty, Da'on was really only here for Al'dr... knowing his brother's apprehension and more than a little queasiness over any leaking people.

"Thanks? Was that supposed to be a compliment?" retorted Al'dr, but in good humor.

"Only the highest of praises, from one of the most important people in your life."
"Uh-huh."

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A stray strand of hair was brushed away from the girl's face as she slept, Dabryie smiling fondly as she looked down at her daughter. Every day she looked more and more like her father, a bittersweet thing for her mother. After all the girl never even met her father and thanks to life being cruel she never would meet him. Her smile fell and she sighed quietly before leaning over to press a kiss to the girl's forehead. Sitting up her thoughts were interrupted by a voice she didn't recognize, Eggs hatch. Need all Candidates, need all people, come to Sands. Only Candidates on Sands, no small-wings, no pets. Come quick. Will be hatch soon. Not come too close, stay where Raisk say stay.

Another hatching, perhaps seeing some of the children who had outgrown the creche to become Candidates stand in hopes of Impressing a wher would help lift her spirits. Brushing her hand gently along her daughter's cheek she stood and left the room they shared leaving Randis and Salandria in charge of keeping an eye on the girl. Making her way through the corridors she heard the shuffling of feet ahead and soon found herself swept into the Hatching Sands. Joining the others, some of which had been awake like she had while others clearly were woken by the wher's summons, she found a seat in the stands. Looking out onto the sands she was quite impressed - there were so many eggs! Being a wher clutch she expected some may not hold any life inside, but still it was extraordinary that the queen had carried around so many eggs. Fondly she recalled being pregnant with her daughter; but if she would have had to experience the fullness she'd had with her baby times twenty more - she wasn't sure she would have been able to handle that.

Lost in her thoughts as she was it took a moment for her to realize that already two eggs had hatched. A blue was curled up by his mother's tail with a black close by as well, she noted the broken eggs after she had already seen the wherlets. In her time at the Weyr she had noticed that wher clutches rarely took their time in hatching while some dragon hatchings could last for near an eternity. Then again there were always exceptions to the 'rule' and she wondered which way this clutch would go. Seeing the white robed Candidates file out onto the Sands she smiled brightly, studying their faces to see which ones she might recognize from the creche. If any looked her way, which was unlikely to happen with babies on the sands, she would offer a cheerful and encouraging smile. Yes, attending the hatching was already helping to lift her spirits; it was hard to dwell on thoughts of death and loss when faced with life and hope.


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Armor.

Runner had forgotten about the sharding armor.

He tried one more time to get the shin-guard on over his misshapen right leg, finally tossing it across the room in frustration. Shipfish darted out of the way, squawking in surprise. "Forget it," he muttered, heaving himself to his feet. He stomped out of the room towards the sound of Al'dr's voice addressing the other candidates, quelling a handful of excited flits and his stoat with a look and sharp gesture. He kept stomping until he reached the gathered candidates, just in time for the whole group to take off again. Runner only moved so fast, but the scurry usually produced by hatchings was missing.

For the first time, Runner was nervous. He'd never dealt with the bad kind of stomach vtols, the kind that made his mouth taste like metal. Wher hatchings weren't as bad as dragon hatching, in terms of people staring at you, but for some reason the idea was making him uncomfortable. Discomfort wasn't a feeling that was all that familiar to the young man, and he didn't like it, much. Sticking a hand down the neck of his chest plate, he pulled it forward, trying to loosen it. Hatching sands were always hot, but he was still a good distance away and it already seemed overwhelming.

When he came to the Sands, he almost headed up to the Stands with the rest of the spectators. Most of the candidates were already present, arrayed in front of the eggs, standing tall and ready for their coming bonds. Runner had stood there too, a turn and a half ago. Before he'd run back to the Traders, fleeing... no. He wasn't fleeing anything. Certainly not disappointment, that all his siblings had bonded so fast and he hadn't. Definitely not that.

Squaring his shoulders, Runner lifted his head up high, repeating an old Trader witticism to himself: Fake it 'til you make it. He managed to stumble only slightly as he changed from the stone hallway to the soft sands, turning the awkward movement into a deep, flourishing bow. No one noticed, what with hatching eggs and all, but he felt it was an important gesture to make anyway, especially since he was late and didn't want to draw attention to himself by speaking. Straightening, he worked his way over behind the boys, taking a sideways stance to protect his unarmored right leg and trying not to look up into the Stands. He hadn't told his siblings he was back, yet, although they may have heard it through the grape vine. He secretly hoped none of them were here.

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Raloma refused to admit it to herself, but she'd been avoiding T'vis. Once they graduated, they were placed in different wings, different flights even, and their schedules didn't seem to overlap. She wasn't looking out for him at meals or anything, but that's how it seemed. Plus, if she was being REALLY honest with herself (which she wasn't), she'd had some pretty daydreams about him and the Masque last turn, and they hadn't come to pass. She'd lost track of his feline mask, and hadn't found him on any of the other days, either. As far as she knew, anyway. She'd danced with someone she thought was T'vis for a song or two, before being rudely disappointed with a particular gesture she assumed dragonriders were too cultured to perform. Then again, her mystery suitor likely wasn't even a dragonrider.

It had been long enough, though, that she'd finally gotten over her embarrassment. Not that she was embarrassed in the first place, of course. A lady was never embarrassed. (There was a lot of complicated double talk going on in the poor girl's head, enough that even Anesath had decided T'vis was a subject better left untouched, so to speak).

Anesath would say Raloma was looking for him. Raloma would insist that that was silly, she just wanted to see the Whers hatch. Anesath would remind her that she had only recently taken an interest in the weyr's nighttime denizens. The whole conversation played out in Raloma's head, even though her Pink was fast asleep. Once she caught herself having a conversation with an unconscious dragon, though, she smiled, and headed up into the stands.

Finding a seat caused the argument with 'Anesath' to play through again, but Raloma knew what the pink would tell her to do, in the end. Anesath was usually pretty spot on when it came to people, though, so Raloma decided to go ahead and take her imaginary advice. Coming in along the row above T'vis, she slid delicately into the seat next to him, blushing the color of her knots and smiling shyly. "Hi, T'vis. It has been a long time, hasn't it?"
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Nevisk shifted, the Blue not budging as the Black skittered around her. With the wall up, it was harder to tell what was going on, but the Gold solved that relatively quickly. Each stone in the area that built up the wall between her nest and the White Robes was dislodged, a section opening so that the three-ish foot high wall now formed a U. Nevisk settled each stone to the side, as eggs continued to shimmy and roll about behind her. Her tail was mindful, however; when some of her children needed help, she wrapped her second most notable appendage around them to hold them still. As such, the second largest of her eggs (12) appeared to need a little bit of assistance, and she did just that as a distinctly metallic backside and pair of oddly fully-formed wher-wings protruded.

A Bronze stepped from within, shaking his head with a suitable blink, as he peered up at his mother and chirped. Nevisk made the same throaty sound she had at her own Impression, looking back to nudge him.

The Black greeted his brother with a series of cheeps, which soon turned the King's head towards his slumbering Blue sibling. Finding his feet, he picked his way over towards the Sleeper, and nudged him several times with his nose. The Blue protested, waking with a start and sighing, before he rolled over - exposing his dark belly - and dozed back off again. The Bronze, not to be denied his duties, furrowed his way through the sand and up under the sleeping wheret, promptly picking him up and dumping him down beside the Black. Keep an eye on that one, brother. The Black licked the Blue's snout, which made the latter sneeze.

The shriek of a giggle erupted from the licked wheret, which turned Nevisk's attention back to her babies. She picked her way back among them, laying down to one side and promptly being accosted by tiny murder-babies. She knew they needed to Impress, but they had told her that Theirs was there. Coming, perhaps, she wasn't terribly sure, but she gave them only a small time to deal with one another before she'd force them out.

The largest egg in the clutch twitched. Nevisk's eyes tinged purple, and she plucked it up with her maw to bring it between her forepaws. It was herded close to her keel, and she stilled it with a chuff before turning her head to two other shimmying eggs. From the bright green egg to one side (20), there was....a fin? What was this? Nevisk turned her head to look, as a bestriped fin with a white tip exposed from the top - and then broke it's way all the way around the misshapen egg. Wrapped in a huge tail, a Cyan spilled from within; she had heard the biggest egg move, and felt the sense of urgency. She had to get out. She had to get to Hers. She had to do it NOW.

The Bronze stood in her way. Now just where do you think YOU are going? She whacked him with the webbed end of her immense tail, the "fin" turning out to be a neck ridge; she twitched in irritation with her sibling, giving him a warning growl before her Black brother earned a bump to his forward left leg. Boop! The Black growled back at her, but before he could launch an attack, she was both out of range, and he found his mother's huge face dropped down between them. Nope. Denied. Serious-time! He huffed, charging out of the barrier and standing with his huge paws splayed, looking over the white robes. Hmmmm. She paused outside the wall, searching the rocks her mother had taken down, and finding one JUST the right size. Carrying it in her maw, she set off on her search, the Black watching curiously before he went back to pick out his own rock. Good idea!

His Cyan sister wandered over through the boys, not so much stalking as slinking; very shark-like in her appearance, her tail-tip twitched. Duh-nuh. Duh-nuh. Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-DUUU-- She sat down in front of Yoris. Oops. Nope. Not Hers. She licked his shins, rolling over into the Sand to scrape the remaining egg gloop from her hide, then scrabbled across - still on her side - towards Riyd. Righting herself, she shook her hide out, and scampered like a weasel across. Planting her also-huge feet, she roooooose up on her lengthy hind legs, and sniffed at his outer thigh. She searched for his hands. Had to make sure, you know!

Riysk think Hers too good for Big Wings, you know. Big Wings not swim, Riysk BEST swimmer, Riyd. Well....will be. You need teach me. There is fish? Riysk want...no...NEED fish. She crooned up at him, swaying side to side, but her voice was only really for him. Fiiish, fiiish, best of fiiiish, do best in soup, but oh so delish! She bared her razor-sharp teeth, also very shark-like, in a broad wheret-smile. But Riyd have make Riysk His first, yes? Need hurry. Gonna be nasty in a little bit. Riysk know. Came to warn.

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Riysk could be compared to a modern-day seal. She's intelligent, agile in the water but juuuust a little bit awkward on land (to start off, anyway, until she grows into her ridiculously long tail), and if you give her long enough or put her under pressure, she can always figure out a solution to just about any problem. The only downside is, when she's stressed out or focused on something in particular, she can be a little bit unemotional - it isn't to say she is all the time, it's pretty much only when she's dealing with an issue or facing some hardship with Hers that requires all of her attention. She can be a little sarcastic at times (or a lot, depending on the situation and who she/Hers is talking to), she's not terribly fond of rules (but she'll follow them if Hers makes her or explains to her the reason behind them), and Faranth help us all if someone offends her - nobody does the cold-shoulder routine better than Riysk.

Riysk is creative, and quite original when she puts her mind to something; especially where problem-solving solutions are concerned. Most of the time, she loves to play, she loves to make people laugh (especially Hers - he has such a great laugh, okay!?), and just generally she likes to make people feel good (even if she's a little sarcastic about it). She's spontaneous, no-strings-attached, and she actually gets offended if you feel like any gifts she brings you require a response gift. Hey, she's allowed to give people things just to give them things!

She's rather fond of tussling, and isn't afraid to use her length in body to wriggle her way into victory in a wrestling contest with Hers. She's capable of some pretty good kicks with those back paws, Riyd had better watch out!

This is one wher you'll be able to recognize from a mile off (or more). Risyk is LONG. From the tip of her sleek, wedge-like head, to the triple, webbed tips of her tail, she's quite fish-like in appearance. At wherethood, her tail is almost four times her body length; this will shrink (as she grows into it) to 5'5" long, comparative to her 6'3" nose-to-haunches length. She will stand 3'9" tall. Her back feet are slightly longer and are larger than her front, making her a strong swimmer when combined with her powerful tail; when Riyd introduces her to water, he's going to have a hard time keeping her out of it. She's gradiented across her hide, a dusky-teal shade at the darker points, fading into white along her haunches and tail. Each paw has one white toe/claw, and her back is rife with shark-fin-like spines. When swimming, the only thing most people will see, are these; her wings are little more than small, useless appendages that appear equally as spines at her shoulders, just before the first fin-like spine on her back. Small little starburst markings scatter across her frame - they help break up her outline in the water, mimicking the sparkle of sunshine on the water's surface.

Why Riyd?
Riyd is a Dolphineer, which matched up beautifully both with the theme for this particular wher, as well as the fact that Riyd's fun-loving personality will help to ground Riysk's occasionally sarcastic/unemotional situations. Like Riyd, Riysk can have some anger issues at times, and Riysk exists to be the anchor to reason and logic that Riyd needs at those times - just as Riyd will be the anchor for Riysk when she's having a bit of a fit about someone or something. She's also the sort that will encourage him to express himself more readily than he does now; while she's unemotional when focused or stressed, Riyd is, too. With any luck, they can recognize it in one another, and build on it for both of them to make their bond even stronger. After all, there's nobody Riysk trusts more than Hers!


The Black watched from further out beyond the barrier, curious. He turned, looking to his Bronze and Blue brothers, the latter of whom finally seemed to wake up and shook the sand from his dried hide.

From the bright blue egg in the center (10), a pale, almost white nose pushed through; in fact, in the low light, she almost looked white. But no, as more of her came into view, delicately picking through the remainder of her egg, and then coiling around some still-unmoving lumps around her, she was revealed to have tealish-blue points across her form. Another Cyan. She sidled up beside her Bronze brother, who nosed her lightly. She, too, looked sidelong at the egg between her mother's paws, before making her way towards her Black brother. A boop shared between them, before she sat, inspecting those before the pair of them.


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Goodness it was late! Not that Galya could blame nocturnal creatures for wanting to be born after dark, but some people did need their beauty sleep. Yawning, Galya pulled a jacket over her white nightgown. Bedtime could wait. She didn't want to miss seeing the cute, adorable little whers breaking shell! Or at least, they were mostly cute. Hopefully no one would get hurt. She couldn't help but wonder if something couldn't be done to make these hatchings a little less risky. The armor must help plenty though.

She turned to her door to find a stubborn young face looking at her. Lyorion had somehow managed to change out of his nightclothes entirely and into his regular ones in the time it had taken her to find her jacket and shoes. Galya raised an eyebrow at him sternly. "Now Lyo," she started.

"I'm coming!" Lyo interupted firmly. His flock of fire lizards chirped in agreement. "I'm almost old enough to be a candidate now!"

Galya sighed. "For dragons, deary. Whers are different. And besides, that's only if the candidate master says it's alright." She still thought ten was far too young, but she didn't think she could hold him back if he really wanted to. She had thought about asking G'len or the candidate masters to refuse him on purpose, but in the end, it was up to the dragons. Shards, where had all the time gone? He little man was growing up so fast. Pretty soon, it was going to be lonely around here.

"But I can watch, can't I?" Lyo interupted her thoughts with a hopeful plea. "Besides, Stormy and everyone will watch out for me!" The fire lizards chorused their agreement. They would always keep Lyo safe!

Galya tried to remain stern, but her heart melted. Besides, she doubted anything at the hatching could be more traumatic that what Lyo had seen during that horrible threadfall. She could hardly shelter him forever. "Oh, alright. But stay with me and if G'len or any of the other adults say you have to go, then you go, alright?"

Lyo beamed, nodding his eager agreement.

The exchange did unfortunately make the pair a little late. When they arrived, several little whers had already hatched and it looked like a cyan one had even chosen. Galya found them seats about a third of the way up the Stands, clapping as everyone applauded the first bonding. Lyo's hadn't taken his wide eyes off the little creatures since they came in. He sat on the edge of his seat, his fire lizards in rapt attention around him. Galya smiled proudly. He would make a fine rider some day, she was sure.
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She wasn't supposed to be here.

They kept telling her that, but she kept ignoring them. It wasn't technically night yet--not technically time for lessons. She reached out to run her fingertips through the water, it felt like silk in her hands. Only wet. Akke's smooth snout nuzzled into her palm and she squeezed it. "Oreanda should be with the wher people," the dolphin chided her, and she shrugged, paddling closer through the shallows until she could run her hands up and down his flanks to look for bloodfish. "We have a partnership, I have a duty to you, even if I've been excused from my duty to the pod. Besides," she scratched neatly at a stubbourn spot of skin with her thumbs. "I've been here five turns, if anything is coming to pick me I think it'll understand."

Akke blew hard from his hole in disagreement, and hooked her in the abdomen with his narrow nose and melon, pushing her back to the pier. "Why do you want this so badly anyway," she chided him, rolling around in the water currents to carry alongside him, hand outstretched for the worn stone of Dalibor's small harbor. "I'll know it's happening when the dragons know, and we both know that dragons are nosy creatures." She had to flush the salt of sea water from her mouth as they carried through the small waves. She could hear the nearness of the docked boats from the way the waves changed sound lapping against wood instead of stone. He didn't answer her.

Her callused palm touched the pier and she began climbing up, feeling heavy as a dragon, though her clothing clung tightly to her slight frame. She was losing the dusky tan to her skin, though only Akke could see that. As Oreanda began to stand a shiver rippled through her, spawned by the gooseflesh that had prickled out in reaction to her partner's silence. It was not chilly, not yet, but it would be. Autumn was chasing Summer away and Winter would soon follow. Akke would migrate back to their tropical home where he could stay in the shallow waters he preferred--they would be icy and treacherous here. "What's wrong," the question was more of an accusation, layered with hurt confusion.

The dolphin regarded his partner, though she could not regard him, and puzzled it out the way fishes did. It left her in silence, concern growing, but she couldn't help but hear the word she had been awaiting. Soaked to the bone and outside the Walls, waiting on him. She turned her thoughts away from the dragons and back to him, her voice pitching and softening what is wrong, Akke?. He wiggled back and forth in the water, like a human wringing their hands, before he slipped up far enough to grip one of her ankles in his open mouth. "They take my girl from the sun," he said, "will they take her forever?" Ah.

This was only her second wher hatching as a Candidate, and the first had happened so soon after her request to join the Program that he hadn't had time to process. "We've been together for thirteen turns, Akke, known of each other for fifteen" she said, crouching down to place her hands alongside his melon as if--though some form of happenstance--he could return speech to her mind. "Any beast that's going to choose me will know that, they see inside you. I've known you for more turns than I haven't, I've only had seven turns to myself in a life of partnership." She leaned down and kissed the swell of his face and squeezed him gently. "Nothing can undo that. Besides, plenty of Dolphineering Dragonriders exist, the only difference is I'll be Dolphineering at night which, if you haven't noticed, doesn't matter much for me--or a wher," she tacked on to the end.

Akke snorted, then twisted sharply in her hands. "Akke's girl is deception! It is happening, you will be late!" Ah, he'd noticed that, had he? "Akke's girl is going to be very late," she agreed with a sigh, only to start sputtering when he splashed her in water. "I'm going! I'm going, I'm going," she relented and started jogging up the slick stones to the worn road leading up to to the Weyr. A screaming sound heralded Barb, the--she was told--ornately patterned Red firelizard was completely bent out of shape that her human seemed intent on squandering any small piece of power she was given. "I'm glad--I can't---hear you," Anda announced to the beast between breaths as she flattened out into a run once she hit the twisting road. If any of you lovelies want to help me be slightly less late for the hatching she called out to Dalibor's dragons, uncertain if there would be an answer.

If they did answer, and pick her up when she pounded into the Bowl, it would make delivery to the Barracks a speedy affair, if they didn't, well, look out Weyrfolk she was coming through. Most of them knew at this point that she couldn't see, and that she was a wher Candidate, and that there was a hatching going on right now...and that she was covered in water and smelled like salted fish. They'd put it together. They were a smart industrious people. Dragon or no, she did reach the Barracks. It was empty, as expected. There wasn't time to wash the ocean from her hair, which was already starting to dry in crusty spikes atop her head. There was really only time to throw her saturated clothing off and the robes on, grabbing the heavy armor in her hands to haphazardly throw onto parts of her body.

It wouldn't look good, it probably wouldn't even work good, but she was going to be there and at least have made the attempt at looking presentable. She wondered whether Nevisk would simply throw her back out again, but that didn't stop her. She was headstrong and proud. She had a duty to her partner to see to him, woke up early every night and slept little, but still did all her lessons. She had a duty to her Weyr to be present here, even if she was late enough to have missed the first Impressions--or so she assumed from the sounds whistling up the tunnel she was jogging down to reach the Sands. Nothing could stop her from performing her duties, even if, sometimes, it was all a little rushed.

She stopped for one long minute when she felt stone give way to hot sand. The armor was a lost cause, though she had tried to sort it all out with her fingertips, but she was dressed, and she was here. She wouldn't be disruptive and run out onto the Sands frantically, but she also wouldn't skulk and try to hide. Though maybe she would have, if she'd had any shame. Walking out, the heat of the sands rose up to burn away the chill of her recent swim; in no time at all she'd be dry like fish jerky. The smell wouldn't abate though. Following the sounds of her compatriots she tried to point herself in the general direction of their rows, staying away enough to hopefully not prove a distracting scent. If Al'dr gave her corrections, she followed them, and then she stopped and settled in, pitching her hearing out and around in case there would be a dragon's thoughts to follow along with the sounds of the nearby hatchlings. She did have the sense to give Nevisk a bow, well...the direction of where she thought Nevisk might have been, if she was even looking--a respectful peace offering.


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Dolphin was scrambling into her riding jacket when Sutiexth's head perked up. Dolphin had long since learned the sign of her dragon listening to words she could not hear. She started checking straps until Sutiexth answerd the unspoken question. We are needed. She knelt as Dolly climbed easily to her back. "Oh?" Dolly was curious. Didn't the whers and other dragons have things well in hand?

Sutiexth took off, making her way easily over expanse of the bowl. One who seeks a bond has requested assistance. Dolly's curiosity only grew. Weren't most of the candidates in the barracks? And who of them could ask Sutiexth for a ride at all? She hadn't seen any fire lizard messenger. Well, regardless of the answers, it wouldn't do for any candidate to be late!

Sutiexth's winged over the edge of the bowl and down towards the winding road to the water's edge. Most dragons would be too large to land here, but Sutiexth was a delicate thing as many greys were. My Dolphin and I shall assist you, lady, Sutiexth called gently to Oreanda. She landed as gently as she could on the wet road.

Dolly squinted to see in the dim light, before spotting young woman they had come for. "Hello there! Need a ride?" she called and waved. Rather pointless as Sutiexth politely explained that their charge wouldn't be able to see it. Blushing, which would thankfully also go unseen, Dolly got down to help Oreanda onto Sutiexth's back. The girl smelled like the ocean, which almost made Dolly squirm. They weren't going to the water, she assured herself. They were a plenty safe distance from it.

Once they were both settled, Sutiexth took wing and carried them both easily across the bowl. They flew over to the Candidate Barracks to drop their passenger off to change. "Good luck!" Dolly called after her, almost waving again before catching herself. Fair well, lady Sutiexth add, more formally, but still with plenty of warmth. May you find your fated one soon.

The pair took off again, to find a place in the Stands to watch. Dolly was breathless with excitement now. "Do you think she'll impress?" she asked, hopefully. She didn't care if someone couldn't see. Anyone deserved a chance in her mind. And think how brave she must be to stand so close without site! If anyone deserves a wher, Oreanda did, in Dolly's mind. We can not always know our fates, Sutiexth mused thoughtfully. Time answers all questions. True, but Dolly could sense that Sutiexth hoped Oreanda would find her match too.
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Fortath stiffened when he heard Oreanda's voice, but relaxed soon after. He was about to take wing to go and grab her... but it looked like someone had already done so. That's good. He didn't want any of them to miss out... or get snarled at for being late. All the night dwelling candidates were scattered for chores and such afterall.

Fort caught sight of the blind Dolphineer and offered her a picture of the cavern, and lingered (not that she needed him to linger) until she oriented herself. Then he would retreat from her mind, and continue to watch, noting the Candidate that forwent any armor.

He'll be fine... I hope.
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Apparently it was difficult not to peak inside once Nevisk created that 'U' like opening. Both girls leaned just a little bit and peeked in at what they could see.

According to Einon the hatchlings so far were very passive, save for the very brief stand-off between the black and cyan. Were all wherets like this? She has heard horror stories about how monstrous whers could be, especially wilds... so she didn't expect the child-like nature of the "horrid beasts". It was honestly a little silly watching them, yet... she couldn't help but watch them. Especially they cyan that ended up dragging her body along the sand to.. Hers? Eine frowned abit at her thoughts, why were those pronouns used in that manner?

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She didn't miss the egg that sat between the Gold's feet, or how the cyan had practically bolted before finding her Handler, (pff "Hers"). Why was that egg being singled out? Was it weak? Did it need to be protected? She didn't think whers protected the weak... before they were bonded that is. Dangerous then? Eine's brows furrowed as she shifted her weight a bit, these robes were ridiculous. Why couldn't they wear more clothing alongside the armor. The armor was the only thing on their person that made sense. One boy didn't even bother wearing one, and the fish smelling girl... How trusting were these people? Hazel eyes slid to their Candidatemaster, there must be a reason why he seemed so on edge here. Einon would not be caught off guard.

Where Einon found them silly, Kelah found the nose booping wherets to be endearing... in a respectful manner of course. Endearing until they turned all those pretty teeth towards something. It was so strange standing on the sands instead of witnessing everything from the Stands. This was where her siblings stood, Rebekah and Bel (B'oh now), this was where they found their lifemates. She hoped that this was where she would find hers, even if that wasn't this night.


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The endlessly patient Irrin leapt like a scalded feline to hear the wher queen’s voice. She also stabbed herself in the finger with her needle, but there was no one around to see. The moment of statement didn’t last long before Irrin smiled a triumphant smile. She was a candidate now, and going to the hatching to stand, not just watch. The girl put aside her sewing, took a deep breath and tried to calm her heart rate from a wild thundering to a more normal level. She hadn’t been a candidate long but as a child of the Weyr she was aware that it was better to go calmly to the sands if you could.

Irrin’s fingers trembled as she pulled on robes and leathers, checking her fastenings over carefully from gorget to bootlaces. No doubt she looked more childish than ever but that couldn’t be helped. She walked calmly out into the corridor, listened solemnly to the candidate master, and joined the procession to the sands.

Out on the sands she could think of nothing say in the prescence of the wher queen so she settled for a respectful bow. When she settled into place Irrin took a moment to scan the stands for anyone she knew. Her parents were there, and Dabryie who Irrin knew from her days in the crèche, but none of her friends from the lower caverns had arrived yet.

There were sounds behind the barrier around the wher nest. Faint skitters and thumps, Irrin wondered if any wher had hatched yet. Baby whers were always so cute when the first hatched, although they could quickly show that the cutest baby could have a ferocious streak. Even as Irrin strained her ears for noises of baby whers the wall started to come down a little at a time. Neatly, methodically, a gap appeared. There were indeed a huge number of eggs, although some looked very small, all shapes, all colours, wriggling around and rocking from side to side. There were also a few coloured hides visible, which instantly made Irrin smile.

The first Impression, a rather unusual looking cyan with an immense tail, went to the male side, which was a tiny bit disappointing, but not enough to put a damper on Irrin, who watched the black, and the blue and bronze she could see through the gap in the nest fortress with interest.
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Der stretched. Keeping watch over Nevisk and her clutch had been surprisingly uneventful. He'd worried about the eggs she so carefully guarded; not as much that someone would attack them before the hatching, but that something would happen during it. That Nevisk, who was not particularly given to forgiveness, would let the new wherets run roughshod over candidates and spectators.

Well. He supposed they'd see. Desk bobbed her head in agreement, hopping up on the wall again to look with amusement at the nest and its plethora of... eggs. Good, was all she offered to the Gold for the younger and far larger mother's handling of the beginning, her promptness to call the candidates. A nice, orderly hatching would be ideal, but on the off-chance that things started to go a bit pear-shaped, the grey was here to try and head it off. Remaining on her vantage point, Desk waited, comfortably balanced and looming over the tiny wherets like a stocky little gargoyle.

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It hadn't been that long, but it felt like she'd been waiting ages. In truth, she'd barely been at the Weyr more than a sevenday. Okay, almost two sevendays. She hadn't even had the chance to track down Kyrovin yet to see if he'd got into any trouble without her (he'd better not have, they were SUPPOSED to take care of each other after all), or really do more than lessons and chores and starting to meet her fellow candidates.

Which was fine. Liamaedra liked the fast pace. It kept her on her toes, and Faranth knew that was important. If she could bond to a wher...

It would be a huge opportunity for her. Wherhandlers and their whers were protectors. It was what she wanted to do, except that when she tried right now, it seemed to always (sometimes) end in more bruises than should have been required. Her lack of hands in height and pounds of weight were against her, when it came to being intimidating enough to scare off a bully or stop a transgressor. But a wher would be potent backup. And being a handler would probably give her a bit more respect than being a young, rankless woman from a trader caravan. Probably.

She scrambled into her armor as fast as she could when the call came, grabbing the knife that would let her make the small but important cut if she was so lucky as to be chosen tonight. It wasn't so likely, she thought. She was new; others had been here far longer. But it never hurt to hope, right? Running to the hatching grounds, Lia arrived neither first nor last, worming her way through the taller candidates so she could bow to the gold. "Thank you, Nevisk, for the honor of standing for your clutch," she stated sincerely, craning her neck in hopes of seeing something. But no. She was far too short. Reluctantly she moved back in line with the other candidates.

Soon enough, Nevisk broke down a section of the wall, letting the candidates see inside. Wow that was a lot of eggs. And some wherets were already loose and... she wasn't sure if they were playing, or exploring, or getting ready to fight. Maybe all three. The first of them bounded out to pick one of the boys, and she sighed softly with relief. At least one of them was out safely.


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Nevisk was less than pleased with all the late arrivals, but in keeping with royalty, she gave them merely a sour look. It was clear that a combination of Nevitheran and her Hatchlings were holding her back; she didn't dare leave her precious eggs, not until all the live ones had hatched.

The Bronze nosed his Blue brother, pushing the radiantly-colored little roly-poly out towards the gap in the wall. The Blue turned, whimpering, but appeared to take his courage from the King wheret, and went to inspecting the stones his siblings had taken their small pieces from. He found one of his own that appealed to him, almost bumping into his much paler Cyan sister as she followed what the others had, thus far, done. With the small piece of moon-rock curled in a snarl of his long tailforks, he moved up surprisingly sternly beside his two siblings. The trio seemed to almost confer with one another for a few minutes, before the Blue yawned widely. His lighter Cyan sister peered at him with a sigh, before she yawned, too.

The Blue hissed with an obvious sense of humor, dodging a swipe of the Cyan's claws with a skitter sideways, before he trudged himself up towards the girls. Nope. Nope. Not that one, either. All the while when he walked around them - rubbing his stiff hide-ridges along Liamaedra's calves, then around Irrin's ankles - he had his eyes on someone specific. It was almost as if he was testing her out, but the truth was, he'd known she was there as soon as she'd stepped into the cavern. His. She was His, she would always be His, now and forever, no matter what.

He settled himself as respectfully as he could muster, and peered up, up, up.

Eisk seeeee Eisk's. Think she hide from, but she know. Eisk see. Eisk know you here, sorry make you wait so long, need nap. Break shell, very hard work. But Eisk's know that. Bring pretty moon-rock, keep, think maybe Einon like? He reached out, up, and lightly raked his huge paws and their tiny claws down the front of her shins. His greenish-blue tongue flicked out, and lapped up some of the blood. He leaned in to prop his cheek against her leg. Eisk think he pick prettiest girl in whole Weyr. Luckiest Blue in all Pern, yep.

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If there were ever ambassadors to help Holdless adjust to society, Eisk would be it. This Blue instantly picked up on Einon's mental and emotional state from inside his shell; he was destined to be her connection to the world she was never really part of, and in that sense, he's also her buffer and protection from it when she needs him to be. When the world gets to be just too much for her, he's there to make sure people leave her alone. When she wants to be social? He's there to help her connect. Eisk's empathy is his strongest trait; while Einon can hide how she feels from everyone else, she can't hide it from him - but he'll never betray her, not unless he truly believes it will help better their bond or his bonded by doing so. Even then, it's not so much a betrayal as a witty, intelligent way to weasel His into admitting or doing it herself.

He loves excitement, busy places, anywhere he can people-watch and help His learn how to read non-Holdless; that being said, he'll never force Einon into a situation where she might become overwhelmed. He will, however, try and convince her to make more friends, and attempt to help temper her "fight" mentality. After all, he suspects nobody would like it much if His just went around socking smart-mouths in...well...their mouths.

Eisk loves pretty things, people, places. He often compliments people, and expects them to do the same to him (though he doesn't always voice it). He knows he's a handsome wher, and he wants people to notice; he also knows that he picked a good-looking Bonded (in his opinion, anyway!), and expects compliments on his Handler, too. He loves his Einon beyond measure, and will protect her to the death. The easiest way to make him angry, is to down-talk His' origins, or any part of her being Holdless.

He will need His to keep him focused on work and important tasks at-hand, however. Given his attraction and attention-shifting to things he finds interesting or pretty, he's easily distracted and side-tracked both physically and mentally. He doesn't always trust his instincts on the first go, and may (especially as a wheret, while he's growing into/used to it) need Einon to reinforce decisions he makes. This will taper off as he gets older, but he's pretty unsure of practically everything he can't see with his own two eyes, at first.

Eisk is burly, typical of Blues, but his hide carries stiff, hard little ridges along the length of his frame; most notable is the pronounced eye-ridges, a small little "frill" against both sides of his jaw and down his neck, and then his spine; he has ridges the full length from between his headknobs (where his eyeridges actually feed up into the bases of), all the way down to his tail forks. Between the pronounced "spines", he actually has a crest that spans between them. He is missing the membrane on his left wing entirely, but not his right one. There's a gap at his shoulders where this secondary crest isn't present, which will allow Einon to potentially carry Einon around; he stands the full Blue height of 4 feet tall, but is somewhat "stunted" as far as length; he ends up at 6 feet long (not including his tail). Stout and deceptively strong, this is one wher people may underestimate at the start - much like people may tend to do with His.

Why Einon?
Eisk is probably the only wher in the entire clutch who has the mental capacity to identify with a Holdless and not judge them one iota about it, while still being in-your-face and extroverted enough to feel confident calling people out if they bad-mouth His about it. His color matches up well as far as build and size, to offer Einon a "shelter" of sorts without being terribly overbearing. There's a balance there with his extroversion, and at the same time with being fond of quiet moments with His. Eisk and Einon were one of only a couple pairings that clicked into place right off when I was doing match-ups.

There's a huge potential for a lot of character development with Einon, and I wanted to give her a wher that would support her in that - and still give her some potential hang-ups that would keep things interesting, I hope! I went with Eisk because while he's a Fighter wher, whers as a whole aren't limited by color as far as progression through the ranks goes, and the natural empathy with Blues seemed to be something that may help Einon adjust to being in a new environment, without the potentially overbearing presence and size that much larger whers can possess, or the overly-aggressive personality types other colors possess.


The Belior-colored Cyan looked more than a little bit frazzled, suddenly. The Black booped her nose with his own substantial one, trying to stop her from fussing, but eventually the Cyan looked back to her mother, who didn't seem to be paying attention. The Cyan let out a sad, mournful keen, which set the Bronze brother's eyes to whirling red; Nevisk chuffed, before she nudged the Bronze to move, and she carried the egg in her mouth to Raisk. It was dropped carefully between the Red's paws, an indication for her to keep an eye on it. The Black went to head back to sit with his brother, but Nevisk stopped him where he was. No. For some reason, she didn't want him near it. He sat back down, and protested. Nevisk halted, and the Black went quiet immediately. No arguing with his Mom. Nope.

Carefully, Nevisk picked her near-white daughter up delicately with her teeth, not unlike a cat with its kittens, and lifted herself from the Sands, padding gracefully along the pathway between the Stands and the Sands proper. The Cyan keened pitifully, before she finally stopped - quite abruptly. Curious, she twitched in her mother's maw, Nevisk halting long enough to open her mouth and let her hatchling climb in. The trek was too large for an infant, and she wasn't about to allow her children into the Stands, where potential would-be attackers might could hurt or kill them. Overprotective? Certainly.

Nevisk stopped at the end of one of the benches, and her daughter picked her way along the legs and feet. Nevisk was too large to go with her, but it was obvious that anything or anyone that came near the wheret while she sought Hers, would find a painful and quick end at the claws and teeth of her mother.

Galya, My Galya, Gask so afraid, could not find you! Found you now, is okay, but for moment thought Gask all on her own... She sank her teeth into Galya's ankle - though sharp, her teeth were still tiny, so it didn't go far, before she licked the blood from the inflicted wound. Sorry. Not see cut-thing, worry about lose before even get. Just found, not want lose! See little bit of new place when Nevisk carry, want see more, Galya come with Gask, Galya's Hatchling, we go on adventure!....maybe. After food. Food be important, THEN adventures.

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Gask shares her Galya's love for adventuring; this, above all else, is what drew her to Hers. Like her, she welcomes change, invites it almost gleefully, but outwardly it's a little hard to tell sometimes. Gask's outward demeanor is usually very kindly and positive - this is one Cyan you'll usually never hear anything poor out of, but when bored, she tends to get a little bit irritable. Galya will have to keep her engaged and occupied, not hard to do if her son is active and getting into things. Like Galya, Gask will prove to be an excellent mother, but also like Hers, she doesn't intend on tying herself down with one person. They're a free-spirit pair, but Gask is quite philosophical in the sense that she understands clearly that stability is the best thing for a growing child. While it will annoy her in some respects to be doing patrols in the same areas all the time, as long as they're switched up every other night or so, she won't complain too terribly.

Gask is almost always on the go. It will be rare to ever see her not moving; she comes with a small piece of moon, to match her shade, and she will often carry it with her (sometimes substituted for one of Lyorion's things, usually a toy of some form) to occupy her time if she's going to be expected to linger somewhere for extended periods of time.

She can sometimes come across as unemotional; it's an unfortunate side-effect to her philosophical mind always working. Always thinking of other places, and the fun she and Hers could have there. She doesn't mean to, and as people close to Galya get to know her, they'll easily see that it's not that she's without emotion (she's entirely capable of showing it if she knows it's important and she needs to!), she's just distracted with the world's and universe's great theories and knowledge.

Gask is quite dragon-like in her appearances; if she lacked the extra spines on her tail, and had longer, usable wings, she could almost pass for one. Her entire form is "dainty" without being terribly delicate, and at first glance some people might mistake her for a Blue, until they really LOOK at her. She's much better put-together than a lot of whers, though her head and paws may seem a bit 'too big' for her until she grows into them. This is a wher that you'll almost never see her eyes shade red, or even orange; she's just way too mellow to be easily upset. She'll reach 6' in length (again, excluding her tail), and 4' in height.

Why Galya?
Gask's base personality almost exactly matched everything in Galya's personality section, down to being an adventurer and not tying herself down to one person or location. My gut feeling told me there was a reason for this, and I wanted to give Galya a wher that wouldn't be potentially "locked in" to responsibility / wouldn't want to potentially counteract Galya's wanderlust; I feel like Galya can teach Gask how to temper those desires with wisdom and knowledge she's gleaned over the course of being a mother (and living as long as she has on Pern). Gask has the potential to grow into a close companion for Galya, and another watchful eye on Hers' beloved Hatchling.


The large blue egg (19) to the rear of the clutch - close to where the largest had once sat - began to shake. Spines were the first thing to be seen - gunmetal gray, at that - before a looming red eye appeared. Suddenly, the shell almost seemed to explode, shattering in every direction, before a large frame stepped free. An Iron, in all his glory, picked his way over towards his Bronze brother, and both Kings appeared to discuss things as well; one was clearly telling the other what all had happened while he was still chipping away at his hardened cover, but suddenly both were silenced when the black egg (16) at the front of the nest suddenly started moving....

...and charged straight into the Bronze's side. The egg broke in half, still over the front part of the wheret within, who began to back up. The Iron wisely moved. Nope.

The Gray within charged ferociously not towards his brothers, no, but towards where Desk sat on the makeshift wall. Headknobs cracked through the shell, and he shook his head to clear the stars and the gloop, before glaring up at her.

Well who put YOU there. He chirped at her, and the Bronze chirped back. Get away from there before mother sees you!

Mother DID see him. Nevisk plucked him up by the tail, the ridiculously tiny and somewhat spunky little Gray swiping comparatively HUGE paws at his mother's chin - naturally, far too small to land any hits. He took a couple swings at Desk on the way by, but the same held true. Defeated, he wriggled incessantly until Nevisk dropped him lightly to the Sand. She chuffed at him, too, and he curled his little lips in a snarl - before she licked him from haunches to snout. Ewwwww, MOOOOOM! He huffed, settled on his backside as she retrieved the largest egg from Raisk, and laid back down. You kids go outside and play.


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Tarele wasn’t really sure what to think of the younger of the two Gold whers that had been Hatched since him coming to Dalibor Weyr, while he found Embosk’s personality much more agreeable he knew how important having another Queen wher was in terms of wher branch of the Weyr. Despite his misgivings about the mother of the eggs the Pridesecond wasn’t about to let that keep him away from the Hatching of a new batch of Wherlings that would protect the Weyr during the night.

His Brown wher didn’t make it any easier in terms of staying away even if he wanted to though once again Tarele felt it would be inconvenient to try and bring even an average sized Brown with him to the Hatching Grounds at this time. Tarele didn’t really trust Nevisk enough for him to willing allow his firelizards to tag along for the Hatching the Brown heading off for once alone towards the Hatching sands. Things moved fairly quickly once Tarele found a seat in the stands though he didn’t have, along with most others, a good view of the Queen’s eggs three wherets had Hatched and Impressed with two Cyans and a single Blue.


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Is time.

Vrell needed no explanation to know exactly what Vresk was referring to. When eggs were on the sands, they were always foremost in the weyr’s mind, as the whole weyr seemed to hold its breath, until the hatching day finally came. Alphahandler and Alpha were quick to arrive, human and wher, side by side, taking up their usual place at the foot of the stands, where stone met sand. Vrell leaned back against the wall of the first plateau, arms folded over her chest, the stone almost cool compared to the heat emanating from the cavern floor. Vresk made a less casual figure beside her, the powerful orange sitting back on her haunches, whip-like tail wrapping over her front paws and head held high.

Ahh, first clutches! Remember yours, Vresk? Vrell thought fondly, a grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. Bit of a dodgy time, sometimes, isnit? Never know though, we may get an orderly one yet.

Sound pretty opto-mistic.

Doesn’t hurt nothing, does it? Besides, if it’s not, and the babies have a mind to turn on the stands, that’s what we’re here for. Stands impressions were a vaunted tradition at this point, and wherets wouldn’t be impeded from entering the stands—but they would find themselves with a very large chaperone, whether Vresk or one of the others on duty. No rampaging through the guests, please, children. Much as everyone loved a good rampage. And the candidates… Vrell sighed softly, brow knitting together as she spotted more than one coming in without the telltale bulk beneath their robes. Would have been much better off if they could wear their armor! Well, some things never change.

Vresk snorted, a ripple of orange in her eyes as her gaze lingered on the armor-forgoers, but soon turned her attention back to the eggs. Vrell looked back, scanning over the growing crowd who had turned up to witness one of the wher program’s happiest (albeit sometimes bloodiest) events. Quite a few—riders, crafters, and, she was pleased to see, Weyrwoman Rayna. She gave the goldrider a small wave, then turned to someone much closer—the new candidatemaster.

“First time seeing the kids off to a wher hatching, huh?” she said to Al’dr, with a friendly smirk. Poor guy—his nervousness was almost palpable. “They’re not all so bad, you know.” Her eyebrows rose over the leather strap of her eyepatch. “’Course, the armor helps a lot.”

Vrell wasn’t the only one to take notice of one of the spectators. Vresk’s head didn’t turn, but the focus of her facets shifted toward the looming shape sliding into the hatching cavern, settling, as she had, near the stands. She knew him at once, though she had never spoken with him. Wherth—the dragon who had taken to chasing her whers. His very name was a tragedy—though it may proclaim him one of their species, its ending, and the absence of his rider’s name in his own, branded him otherwise. But Vresk had no particular opinions toward him yet. Perhaps this was as good a time as any to form some. Come to see egglings hatch, big-one?

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A wher hatching.

The prospect sent a thrill rippling down Tanner’s spine. She had watched the baby dragons hatch before, but whers, their nighttime cousins, were more of a mystery, a blank silhouette in her mental database. How did they differ from the dragons they had long-ago been created to be like? They were more dangerous, certainly, but there was more to them than their fangs and tempers. Several of her siblings had found their other halves among their nocturnal tribe. Rough though the event may be, Tanner steeled herself, wanting to see it for herself, and better understand the lives of her wherhandler siblings. Besides, she still had several older siblings among the candidate ranks—some of them could very well have decided to try their luck among the whers.

Shimmer was not at all pleased. The purple hissed, coiling his tail more snugly around Tanner’s neck like a shiny necklace, from where he laid draped over her shoulders. It was getting dark, and that meant it was bedtime. Sleeping time! They should be getting cozy somewhere warm and comfortable, not staying up to watch ugly babies scratch at children.

“They aren’t ugly,” she chided the firelizard. “You just don’t want me to be there ‘cause one might pick me.” Shimmer made a growly, grumbling sound, and Tanner giggled. “They won’t though. You have to be fourteen for whers. You can sleep if you want—Glimmer’ll watch out for me, won’t you Glimmer?” The auburn stoat blinked unknowningly at Tanner, but squeaked all the same. She was, quite clearly, on duty—perched at full attention on the edge of Tanner’s shoulder, nose twitching in the cool weyrbowl air. She slept most of the day, and stayed up to guard her blonde charge all night, while Shimmer did the opposite. Still, the sleepy purple kept his eyes open just a little, two orange slivers glaring out from the curls of Tanner’s hair lest any of the wherets get any ideas.

Excited though the girl was to rush toward the hatching cavern, once there she slowed, making a more cautious ascent of the steps. Children, she had heard, weren’t supposed to go to wher hatchings unless they were supervised. Of course, she didn’t consider herself a child, really, and she had good sense around Pern’s creatures—she certainly wasn’t going to do anything stupid. But she didn’t want to get in trouble, either. Her eyes scanned the stands hopefully, looking for a familiar face. And lit up as they found one: her brother, Rider.

She crept quickly across the stands toward him, pulling her hand out of the pocket of her wooly coat to tap him gently on the shoulder. “Um, hi! It’s me, um, Tanner.” He was much older than her, after all, and maybe she just looked like another weyr kid to him. They hadn’t spoken much yet, but she was excited to get to know him better. “Can…can I sit with you?” she said hopefully.

Once that was settled, she eagerly looked over the candidates, trying to see if any of her many siblings were among them. As it happened, one was—and not one se had expected to see. “It’s Runner!” A wide smile took over her face, and she waved to her brother, just happy to see him again. She hadn’t understood why he’d left them, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that he was back. As long as there were so-called craft siblings on the stands, Tanner would be there to cheer them on.
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She was never alone; never had been, not since she was seven turns old and Akke had come back to her two short turns after their fateful encounter at sea. Her plea had not gone unheard, and had even called in a delicate beauty to deliver her to the Barracks; one of the only dragons who could fit on that roadway up to the Weyr. "Oh, yes please, thank you Dolphin" she had said gratefully to the Rider. Thank you for answering, Sutiexth, sometimes she worried her gift would disappear overnight. Always when she needed it, but...that day was not this day. She'd relished in the short flight, leaning into Dolphin's back trying not to be fearful that she'd fall. It was hard to put all her faith in those who could see, but she was learning. Every turn that passed was another lesson.

"I must have good luck already, because of you," she had called happily over her shoulder to Dolphin as she scurried into the Barracks, her hands scratching against the walls to keep her bearings while she talked. It was easier to answer Sutiexth, like breathing or swimming. "Someday, I'm sure, no reason to stop trying," all she had to do was show up, after all. Even if she had been late this time. Fortath was there when she entered, even though it was still hard. Different. The dragons showed her things from so high up, and they weren't her partners. She had followed his view, it had just taken a little bit, and then settled in--the view drifted away to familiar darkness, and she exhaled softly.

She'd only missed one bonding thanks to Sutiexth's intervention, and as the heartbeats ticked away and she wasn't mauled she had to assume that Nevisk had forgiven her. Sounds. They were so important. And sometimes eavesdropping. She'd focus on Fortath every so often, to see if he was passing images, anything, but he seemed silent for now. Hisses. Scratching. There was a wher among the girls. Oreanda stayed still; she wouldn't be able to defend herself if they chose to attack, she had no view of them, but she could listen. Brace herself. This one went by without taking any note of her, at least that she could sense.

There was a sad cry, it cause gooseflesh to bristle on her arms even though sweat was starting to prickle through and pool in her various cracks. Had one of them died already? There was no corresponding sadness from the crowd or Candidates. Simply a vocal hatchling, upset with some unknown factor. Oreanda waited. Murmurs went up from the crowd, she heard distant shuffling, the chuffing of a large beast. Whispers in the Stands. So one of the hatchlings wanted up there. Oreanda waited. No screams or cries. Just a ripple when the wheret chose the person it wanted and things settled back into the normal rhythm.

Egg shells shattering, chirping. Sounds. She listened and saw in the only way that she could. It was only the second time she had ever been here, in this place, and she knew it was important that she take it all in and learn as much as she could. Especially if she didn't want to lose a limb by being unprepared. This was the next step, to serve her Weyr. With a bonded partner she could accomplish much more than simply watching over the Bell.


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Ujarak knew Iliod was too young as of yet to come to the Hatching. Whers were dangerous, and the last thing he wanted or needed was to have to face the charges that were sure to come calling if the Lordling was harmed - or worse - at one of Dalibor's night-creature spawnings. As such, it would be something he would have to brush up on knowledge for. Iliod would be expected to know all of such things, and by default, he would have to learn from the man in charge of teaching him.

That entailed having to go to the Hatching, himself. Iliod would be in good hands, for the overnight stay; Raja didn't expect to be able to travel back to the Hold immediately after. He presumed, probably with a degree of some certainty given his last visit for the first of his Dalibor Dragon clutches, that the operators of the ferry between islands would be partaking in the feast afterwards.

Brandy had heard, from what he gathered. Judging by her excitement at the matter, he assumed she would wish to go. In some respects, he had been surprised at the lack of pressure she'd placed on him as far as spending time with him, though he did have to tolerate her periodic hovering a little more than usual with the changing of the guard.

He wanted badly to see Irohvyne, and make sure his Ladyship was all right. Though, now he didn't suspect he could technically call her that anymore, but even still, they were both Benden-bred. Title or not, he still considered her the Lady of Western, though he was obligated to standing for now. It felt so strange. So foreign. He wondered with a nightly sense of dread, if the power would become so much that he would have trouble relinquishing it; and then promptly recalled that he was a man of service, not of bloodlines, and he would never hold a title so much that he'd ever have to concern himself with anything more or less. This was his place, and when Iliod reached the age where he could take over the position, Raja would be more than happy to hand it to him. Until then, he intended on doing everything in his power to ensure that his Ladyship's eldest learned how to care for and run her beloved Hold. His jaw set slightly. He swore it to her, and the strongest thing a man had, was his word.

He smoothed his vest, the suit-coat over it shed in favor of lingering across one arm, as he escorted his impromptu "date" up into the Stands.

V'dol limped into the cavern, Liloverath hovering before landing on one of the ledges to watch. He'd prodded his brother in some respects, the Greenrider suffering one of his too-often bouts of insomnia, and the call from Nevisk only further waking him. He took a place at the end of one of the benches, and set his cane against his thigh, before leaning on his knees and watching. Well, wasn't that an impressive clutch...

Mutorin and Musk wandered in, Mutt clad in his leathers - he had patrols that evening, but both man and wher had been distracted at the Queen's call, in the process of preparing. He could stay and watch for a few moments, couldn't he? He eyeballed Al'dr with a broad, white-toothed smile.

Well look at you, he mouthed. Congratulations.


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The hatchlings were an interesting bunch so far, Galya thought. Curious how the queen had decided to hide all the eggs behind a wall. She wondered how many were back there? She supposed some of the handlers must know, but from her seat she could only watch as they made their way into the open. A blue impressed next, to one of the girls and Galya smiled as she clapped with everyone.

"What's it like to Impress?" Lyo asked, watching the new pair move towards the feeding area. Sure, he had impressed plenty of fire lizards, but folks always told him that a dragon or wher was different. And you could only have one.

Galya shook her head. "That's a question best left to your uncle," she explained. Besides the fact it seemed to be an enlightening experience, she wasn't really sure what it was like. Didn't seem to have done her siblings any harm though.

A sad cry returned both their attention to the Sands. It looked like one of the hatchlings was upset. Galya frowned sympathetically. The cyan didn't look injured, but it looked like it might be lost. She hoped it didn't mean she couldn't find a person. The weyr had a pretty strict policy about unbonded whers, and this one looked far too cute. At least her mother seemed to be taking things in hand, so to speak. Galya watched as the gold picked up the hatchling and made her way towards the edge of the Sands.

"Do you think she'll come up here?" Lyo asked, eyes excited and curious. He'd never be allowed to get so close to a queen. Wouldn't it be so neat if she came to see him? Unless of course she was angry. She would probably be pretty scary if she was angry.

Galya shook her head, chuckling. "Maybe she'll come to scold the boy who disobeyed the rules to come to the hatching," she suggested wickedly. Lyo wrinkled his nose at his mother, but crossed his arms stubbornly. He wasn't afraid of some wher. Even if she was huge...and toothy...and potentially hungry.

Meanwhile, the queen was making her way up the Stands, to Galya's great curiosity. Would the little one find someone up here? There were plenty of unbonded weyrfolk to choose from and it wasn't unheard of. It briefly occured to her that she fit that catagory, but no. She was too old for that kind of thing, wasn't she?

At least that was what she thought, until the whers stopped at their row and the little cyan starting coming their way. Lyo stood up on the bench, trying to get a better look at where the hatchling was between the legs. His eyes were wide with excitement and he hardly dared to breath. He never thought he'd get to see a baby so close! Was it possibly his? He'd mostly thought about dragons, but whers were kind of neat too. Or maybe...

Galya had been watching the cyan in a mixture of shock and denial until the sweet voice confirmed her suspicions. It was her. The little wher had chosen her. She yelped as the bite on her ankle broke her out of her shock and back into reality. A huge smile, normally only reserved for her son, light her face. It wasn't like impressing a fire lizard. It was a hundred times better and more powerful.

"Don't you worry, dear," she leaned down to stroke the cyan's head gently. "I've done worse with some of my needles. I'm sorry you had trouble finding me. I promise, you're not going to lose me so easily now."

Lyo griped his mother's arm, eyes wide as saucers. "Is she yours, mom? For real?" This was the most amazing and terrific thing he could possibly imagine. They were going to have a wher baby at home! Well, she would have to come home wouldn't she? Or did this mean his mom would have to move into the barracks? Where would he live if that happened? This might be more complicated than he'd thought. "Does this mean we have to move again?"

Galya laughed and gave Lyo a tight hug. "One thing at a time," she told him happily. She was a littled concerned about how this might be arranged, but she was confident it would work out. Lyo may still want to be around his mom now, but she knew he was growing up fast. Pretty soon, he'd be out on his own. And now, she wouldn't have to worry about being lonely when he did. "Right now, Gask needs to be fed." And didn't she know about youngsters and their love of food. Lyo was turning into a bottomless pit.

Then ADVENTURES! Gask exclaimed as she let Galya pick her up. Thoughtfully, she included Lyo in her mindspeak. They were a family after all. A family with a lot of adventuring to do! Gask want see all new places! There was simply so much to do and experience now that they were together. If it weren't for her empty stomach, she would start right now!

Lyo started started to follow his mom down the steps, almost overtaking her in his excitement. "Wait, Lyo!" Galya's firm tone stopped him and he looked at her pleadingly. Her face and tone softened. "I know you're excited, but you have to go sit with Uncle G'len while I feed Gask, alright?"

Lyo's face fell dramatically. "But mom!" he begged, pleadingly. But Galya! Gask joined in with a puppy like expression. Hatchlings want adventure! Who wouldn't?

Galya wasn't sure she liked this being ganged up on approach. "No buts! We don't want to make the big whers angry. I'll see you soon, dear. I promise," She kissed the top of his head while he made a face. Sulkily, he stomped up the Stands to where G'len and Rayna were sitting.

Galya shook here head. The faster she got this new bottomless pit fed and settled, probably the better for everyone. Lyo wouldn't stay upset for long. Especially once he and Gask had a chance to get to know each other better. First, she wanted to get to know Gask herself. And she had a feeling it was going to be full of adventure.

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"You're welcome!" Dolly answered Oreanda happily. She blushed again at the idea she might bring someone luck. She wasn't so sure about that, but it certainly felt good to help Oreanda reach the Hatching faster. She tried to imagine what it would be like not to be able to see, and failed. Oreanda definately had to be one of the bravest people here. She hoped a wher would choose her. Did whers care if someone was blind? It might depend on the wher, she supposed.

One can never succeed, if one does not try Sutiexth agreed thoughtfully. Wise words indeed. Too many gave up too quickly in the search for a bond. There was no shame in it taking time. The best things came to those who waited patiently and worked deligently. Unless of course, they were simply very lucky, as her Dolphin had been, to be in the right place at the right time.
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The dual candidate stifled a yawn. There were others, no doubt, who felt a little tired too. It was usually those who had a day life in addition to a night life. Dual candidates just like him. There were already a few wherets on the sands, spilling forth even as latecomers arrived onto the sands. Riyd had heard from one of the older riders that once old Callistath had tossed a candidates across the sands for being late. Fortunately, Nevisk wasn't able to toss people necessarily but it would have been well within her capabilities to knock someone to the ground or cause other harm. Still it was early stages and they had a long time to be waiting for the wherets.

A cyan looking wheret hatched out then and it seemed as though her tail was about ten times the size of her body. Well, that was a little extreme perhaps but her tail was super long with something of a weird webbed part at the end. She slapped the bronze across the nose, something Riyd thought rather good actually. He wasn't a huge fan of cowering before authority either. Sure, he'd listen to them if they were being reasonable. He rolled his shoulders as the cyan began making her way to the candidates, stopping before one of the newer ones. For a moment he looked away until the cyan began moving again and then sat before him.
Riysk think Hers too good for Big Wings, you know. Big Wings not swim, Riysk BEST swimmer, Riyd. Well....will be. You need teach me. There is fish? Riysk want...no...NEED fish.

He looked at her paws on his leg with a head tilted to the side, a rather vague expression on his face for a moment. It was... weird.
Fiiish, fiiish, best of fiiiish, do best in soup, but oh so delish!
Fish... Had he impressed Eti? Sweet Faranth he'd impressed a Dolphin wher! A dolphin wher... His career wasn't over! With that huge tail and those paws... Think of the possibilities! Teaching a wher and a dolphin to work together and they could even complete missions at night.
But Riyd have make Riysk His first, yes? Need hurry. Gonna be nasty in a little bit. Riysk know. Came to warn.

"Oh ah yeah. Hurry. Right I'm supposed to do this thing. I-wait a moment."
She had started walking away as he fumbled around with his words. Riyd pulled the knife from his belt and cut his hand, holding it close as he ran after the wheret.
"Wait drink this first!"
Not fiish but will. Trust. Then find me fiiish. Know have. Hurry hurry won't be nice soon. Brothers being good but hurry off sands now.
She deposited her rock, Riyd picking it up with his free hand and then licked at the blood. With the crucial blood bond made, Riyd was still in shock. Also that he was the first one to impress. Now he didn't even have to age out of dragon candidacy... Well technically he already had he supposed.

They made it to the buckets of meat and Riysk sniffed at them and then crinkled her tiny nose. It wasn't really all that exciting.
"I'll have to get you some fish later. We have plenty for Eti."
Eti? What that. Fish? She bared her teeth looking over at her new handler. Riyd laughed nervously.
"Er... No... I am sure she would take offense to that. No, she's a Dolphin. Well a shipfish. We will have to visit her as soon as we are able."
Can swim? Riysk will swim better.
"Um... Sure."
Can think words. Not have need say them out loud.
"Oh yeah I forgot."
Riysk leveled a stare at him for a moment and then replied with some unemotional sarcasm.
Oh sorry for-got-full. Head full of Riysk, she think.
Well, let's just say we've been waiting a long time for one another.
No Riysk arrive exactly when she mean to.
The cyan paused and then nosed at her handler with some affection before snatching a piece of meat out of his hand, slowly fanning her massive tail back and forth.

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Well things were off to a rather... Orderly start however Rayna knew how quickly these things could turn. How fast it could all fall to... Well, anyway it was good to be happy for the moment. She watched as two kings spilled onto the sands. Hopefully at this point, that was a good thing. Rayna pursed her lips slightly and then looked over at G'len. Glancing past him she smiled and nodded in the direction of Galya.
"Look."

It seemed as though the woman wasn't to leave without a bond of her own. Rayna continued to watch for a moment longer as G'len's nephew made his way sulkily over to them.
"Don't be too overjoyed now, Lyorion, someone might think you orchestrated your mother's impression," Rayna told him with a hint of mocking sarcasm.

Hey, she never said she was good with kids. It was a reason she tended to avoid them. Really, really avoided them.
"You'll be able to see your mum at the end and have plenty of time to get to know her new wheret."


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 Posted: Jun 12 2016, 09:46 PM
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It was mainly Raistlin that kept Raisk from expelling the late comers from the Sands... with her mouth. So like the Gold they were regarded with ill looks. Unlike the Gold, those looks were also accompanied by a show of sharp wher teeth, even if ONE of them couldn't see. It was the thought that counted.

The Red still sat rigidly, taking her job as guard very seriously. While she wasn't attached to the eggs like Nevisk was, failing was never an option.

The Gold's very large maw honed in on Raisk and deposited the egg at her feet. The Red glared ruby eyed at the new mother and at the egg between her paws. This egg worried Nevisk for whichever reason... would it not be easy to just--

No, no my light
Would never. But would be easy. Hard to tell if egg be useful... or bane when grown. Raisk not like gamble, but not Raisk's choice. So calm Mine, Egg safe in Raisk's paws. Never betray large trust.
Because that would be very dangerous.
Mhmm, just checking in
Fool, should know.


If the egg shifted at all, Raisk would place one of her large paws on top of it with a grunted growl, only moving when Nevisk came back to retrieve.

"Rather orderly for a Gold's first hatching." Remarked the Red's handler to Nevitheran, though they did wonder if they had juuuust maybe jinxed it.

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Eine's eyes were on the egg that the Gold... and Red kept from the others. She was aware of the others moving around, but just in case she wanted to be prepared for whatever popped out of that egg. Or she could just be a little paranoid. They way they were handling that egg made her feel pretty sharding suspicious though. Just break it open and get it over with. The girl huffed a sigh through her nostrils, as the egg was passed from... guard back to mother.

Movement caught her eyes and her gaze fell upon a stocky blue which was weaving through the girls, with a small measure of affection. Surely something as soft as that blue would be better suited for a weyrbr....ed... Her eyes widened a bit as he sat at her feet and looked up at her. Einon hastily looked around her, but her attention was snapped back to the little wheret as his voice invaded her mind. Eisk seeeee Eisk's. Think she hide from, but she know. Eisk see. Eisk know you here, sorry make you wait so long, need nap. Break shell, very hard work. But Eisk's know that. Bring pretty moon-rock, keep, think maybe Einon like? Her expression shifted from stern neutrality to mild alarm, especially as claws reached out to scrape at what exposed calf there was. The former Holdless girl hissed and jumped back a bit... but she couldn't think coherently. Why was it so hard to think?? She couldn't piece together what she was feeling... and...

And as if to distract the new weyrling the wheret continued to speak, as their bond settled into place. As he became a permanent, handsome, fixture in her mind and soul. Eisk think he pick prettiest girl in whole Weyr. Luckiest Blue in all Pern, yep.

"You're cracked. How'm I the one you want?" she hissed, a little perplexed she was speaking to a beast and... he understood her. Actually he now understood her more than anyone. His love, she could feel it. Of course she knew what the feeling was, but it was overshadowing anything else right now as she stared into his eyes which finally settled on a blue, not unlike his hide. Eisk managed to finally settle his cheek against her, before she moved out of reach.

Just know! Eisk know what Eisk want. Am what Einon want too, what need.
"You can't know what I wa-" Flashes of her foster family flooded to the forefront of her mind and a sudden flash of her mother, but she didn't summon it. The intense newness of the bond allowed Eisk to pluck it from her memory like she had just been describing every sharding detail by mouth... or by a painting. The fact that her most personal feelings and needs were suddenly shared with something else startled her into silence. The blue shuffled his arse back several inches so he could see her better.

Know what Eisk want?
"No," she stated firmly with a bite of finality in it, the bite the blue ignored. He waited a moment as Eine's dread built.
Food. He stated simply with a shrug of his little wher shoulders.
Eine blinked a few times, as Eisk's maw pulled into a toothy smile. Have time to talk much after. Get food, relax and talk later. Or not talk, either good for Eisk, just want Eine come with.

Einon nodded as she sucked in a breath, happy that he wasn't forcing her to come to terms with everything at this very moment, not when eyes were on her and him. She twisted around to follow where the others were going, and Eisk was at her side, occasionally leaning to brush his hide against her legs. As they sat down at the bucket of meat he dropped the "moon-rock" in her lap, and she ran her fingers over it, and she wondered if all whers gave gifts like these ones did. Eisk picked up on that and chimed in, Maybe, not know. Should though. Oop. Sorry Eisk can hear thought. The latter part was added with a cheeky sheepishness when he realized his new handler looked a little surprised.

This.. was going to be complicated.

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It was shardin' late.

Not only did his brother's dragon wake him, but as soon as he grumped about it to Inessa, she not only thought that a hatching was a neat idea... but that they should go. He could have come up with many other things they could be doing rather than a wher hatching. He went to one already, saw what they were about... and thats it thats all folks! But... she had to go and tack on getting sloshed in the possible feast that came after a Gold's hatching. That piqued his interest, and... seeing his brother wasn't a bad idea either. Two wherries and all that.

He had sighed while he put on some semi respectable clothing, but he was gunna go.

When he and Inessa entered the cavern, it didn't take too long to spot Vardol.. er V'dol. The fisherman plopped down onto the bench next to the greenrider, tugging Inessa down with him. "This what you riders do when're bored? Watch little wet, shriveled babies tear up some kids?" He asked, stifling a yawn. But Vinlos looked around, and it seemed there were plenty of non bonded folks too. "Huh... so its a weyr thing. Oh! Var, Inessa... Inessa, this'is my brother V'dol." Because introductions were polite... or so he heard.

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Vresk wasn't the only one recognizing others this night. Any good wher would have to know who the alpha was, even one that didn't get to run with the prides because of his eyes, and his too big wings making him good for helping the firespitters. His humming tapered off as she'd spoken to him, though his head also hadn't turned, it seemed only right, to keep his snout pointed at the hatching.

~Good King like wherbabies. ~ He offered easily, a single eye focused keenly on her. Wherth wasn't sure why alphaqueen would speak with him, but he was pleased, even more so with being called 'big one'. Nevisk's confusing words about being not a wher, but also a wher still through him off, when they came to mind. ~Watch, protect~ Even though even the wherlets had a fair shake at protecting themselves. That didn't matter, Kings were supposed to come anyway, weren't they? It was important.

~Alpha am being pleased? Good hatch ~ Well, it was so far, but then, so long as everyone left the sands with all their limbs, that would be a good hatching wouldn't it? ~Many eggs, maybe many egglings~ A wistfulness entered his voice, as he watched the fighters impress. Cyans and a blue so far, and maybe soon a black, black like his friend Rlyeth. He chuffed softly at the hatchlings, his mind drifting. Wherth would have liked to have clutchsiblings, the firespitters hadn't tried to bother him, but they weren't whers, weren't clutchsiblings. Still, there was no room for sadness, his Fa'rah had been there, that was all that mattered. Being a Weyrwher was much better than going wild... though he would have made it out of the Weyr, if he'd needed. The two-leggeds hadn't come ready for a wher, and wouldn't know his eyes didn't work to keep him from running out in the sun. Now he was here at Daliwyer, older, and far from thoughts of being a wildwher and keeping his Fa'rah.

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Life had become difficult, not in the sense that he'd felt pressed upon to work hard, or had lost his edge in 'acquiring' more than he needed for himself and his kin. No, Arles had merely grown restless, and mildly perturbed. Pern, even just the Western Continent, was a big place, and while there was much more going on, it took more time to see and act upon opportunity. Sitting among the spectators, he had stolen in with a group form Crescent, bearing the stolen knots of a journeyman smith. He'd chosen it as smiths were useful enough, he had a fair bit of knowledge to fall back on if questioned, and more importantly a visiting smith was unlikely to be pressed upon for services. Harper or Healer might have meant someone found some need of 'him', and then the ruse would be at risk of falling apart.

Eyes narrowing thoughtfully, he watched the proceedings below. Whers he didn't need to feel a loathing for, they were simple beasts and attached themselves to handlers, not dragonmen. Still, the hatching was only of mild interest to the holdless shadow. His face was pointed, mostly in the right direction, but his gaze was sweeping over the candidates, and over the spectators. V'es fate was already known, and perhaps he would 'check on' his brother before leaving, but Norla, that disobedient.... very naughty little girl, he hadn't yet surmised her fate, except that she, like the only other male left to carry on their legacy, had been scooped up by the dragonfolk, as he understood it.

The hardness in his gaze was subtle and brief as he lazily sought sign of his kin. Once he had assessed the situation, he could file the information away in case it became useful. In the mean time, he could return to the rest of his sisters, and continue to fish for information about Crescent's ever aging Lord and Lady. How easy it would be for a pair so aged to just slip away in the night, the cause unquestioned. Unfortunately, as he well knew, they were without charge that he might seduce his way into influence. Women, so gullible, so easily bend by those of stronger will, though... perhaps his sisters not quite so easy to bend, but the hold bred 'ladies', he doubted had the sense to do anything but space between their knees. Not that 'those sort' of men were any better. Again though, sadly, such an option was not present to exploit at Crescent.

His attention did land on a set of telling knots. Lord Warder, word of Western's political standing was hardly a secret. Of course, Western was a long way off, and getting a hold of children was a far stickier matter than offing a couple of greying wherries, and maybe, just maybe, there were lines that even he wasn't ready to cross yet. It was hard to say, he hadn't caught much sight of any urchins since his youngest siblings had started into their teen years. That had been before he'd 'dealt with' their old man. Lashes lowering, he returned his gaze briefly to the spectacle before him. If he had spotted Norla, unless she acted, he would wait until later to corner her. V'es, didn't yet appear to be present, if he would show up at all. So, for now, he might as well watch, and listen. Soon this would be over, and he could find a way to use the event to get a better measure of the state of his kin. As he understood it, getting into the Weyr was harder now, thanks to some dimglow holderbrats. Imagine, plotting to murder a clutch, and not having the sense to at least make sure the whole clutch was accounted for before getting caught. Getting staked out for thread for a measly few seemed a waste.
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